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12raccoonsinadress · 9 months

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heyyy if your request are still open can i get a mha fantasy au! fic were the princess!reader is in love with knight!tenyaiida and one night they get finally spend a night together and it’s like soft smut and fluff. and iida knows it’s wrong but he can’t help his love for the reader please💖💖

This is literally adorable ~ 💚

As You Wish : Knight!Iida x Princess!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 2,465

Third POV

When you were told that you would be getting your own personal guard, your first thought most certainly wasn't that you were going to be falling in love with him. As time passed though, you realized that was exactly what was happening. You weren't exactly sure when it happened. Maybe it was during the long walks you often took through the garden with him by your side. Or perhaps it was during those nights you stayed up late in the library because you couldn't rest and, though tired, he insisted on staying by your side until you were ready to go to your room to sleep. Maybe it was the time you'd missed a step coming down the stairs and he caught you in his arms. Though in the end, it didn't really matter when you fell for him. All you knew was that you were head over heels for your loyal knight, Tenya.

Tonight you lay awake in your room, staring at the ceiling and letting your mind wander to places quite shameful for a lady. You imagined him out of armor. You'd seen him shirtless once. It was by accident and you'd since remembered to knock before entering his room if you ever needed to, but the image of his perfectly sculpted upper body had burned itself into the depths of your mind and made fantasies of him taking your innocence all the better. You imagined him saying things he'd never dare say to you. Filthy, inappropriate things. You wondered what it'd feel like for his hands to touch you. Holding you close, caressing your body, grazing your skin.

And little did you know, he fantasized about you just the same.

He knew it was horribly wrong. You were the princess. His only duty in life was to protect you and yet, here he was, imagining you beneath him. He closed his eyes, trying to picture the way your body might look beneath your lovely dresses. How your skin might feel. He bet it was soft. How you'd look as he pleased you. That's really what he wanted. Not to ravish you like an animal, or use you for his own pleasure. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him over and over again. He wanted to hear your beautiful voice turn lewd with pleasure. He wanted to satisfy you. He didn't just lust for you. He loved you.

As he was your personal guard, he had to stay close to you. For this reason, his bedroom connected to yours through a door that didn't lock. You sat up in bed, unable to calm the restlessness caused by your dirty thoughts. You had a moment of boldness, if not foolishness as you knocked on the door between rooms. Much to your surprise, it was answered almost instantly. He looked just as awake as you were.

"Is something wrong, princess?"

His voice had a slight gruffness to it. Your cheeks were flushed a soft pink color as you spoke.

"Did I wake you?"

"No. I'm a bit restless tonight it seems."

"As am I. Would you.. keep me company?"

"Of course, princess."

You stepped aside so that he could enter the room. He stepped inside and you closed the door behind him. You walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge and patting the spot beside you. Hesitantly, he joined you.

"Do you feel alright?"

He asked, still generally concerned for your well being. You picked at the edge of your silky nightgown.

"Mostly. I'm... Restless."

You said, looking at him. You wondered if he'd have you. You desired him so deeply. You were sure he'd give himself to you if you asked, simply out of obligation in his loyalty to you. But you didn't want simple compliance. You wanted him to crave you as much as you craved him. You punctuated your response by gently setting your hand on his knee. You noticed his cheeks turn red.

"I.. understand the feeling."

"Do you understand how I'm feeling, Tenya?"

You asked, hoping to make your desires known. He swallowed hard, taking a shallow breath.

"If.. my assumptions are correct.. then.. yes. I understand completely."

His words were shaky though he took his time to make sure they were precise.

You brought a hand to his cheek, making him look you in the eye. He was putty in your hands.

"This is wrong. I shouldn't be here."

He whispered, though his hand found its way to your waist. You leaned in closer to him.

"I want you here."

You responded softly. His gaze lowered to your lips, lingering there.

"I live to serve you, princess. Anything you want of me is yours."

You leaned in, just a little more, though not touching your lips to his quite yet.

"Do you want me?"

You asked, hardly above a whisper.

"More than life."

He responded, a hint of desperation in his voice. With that, you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to his. He practically melted into your touch. He kissed you back gently, holding you just a little closer to himself. You leaned into him, elated that he returned your feelings. You broke the kiss, though he clearly didn't want to stop. You spoke quietly.

"Would you have me?"

His face was a lovely shade of red.

"Princess.. This.. this isn't right."

He was evidently nervous. You could understand why. It was scandalous he was even here right now. You didn't care though. Not about that at least.

"I'm not asking if it's right. I'm asking if you'd have me. I want you, no one else."

He took a moment, weighing his options. Then, in a loving show of strength, he lifted you and laid you down on your bed, holding himself above you. You looked up at him starry eyed.

"Princess, I don't think you know how many nights I've laid awake wondering what you'd look like just like this."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours once more. This one was a little less soft, though still full of love and desire. It was more desperate. He deepened it, taking immediate control of the situation. You didn't mind one bit. In fact, you were glad he wanted you so badly. It showed how much he loved you. You slid your hands up his chest beneath the loose nightshirt he wore. He was so strong. One of the many reasons you admired him so much.

He pulled away, just enough to breathe. You took that as your opportunity to start to slide his shirt up. He caught on, leaning back to discard it before looking back down at you. You looked so beautiful, lying beneath him in your dainty little nightgown. He reached up, gently brushing some stray hair from your face and cupping your cheek. He spoke softly.

"Princess... You're positive you want this?"

"I am."

You said back, matching his tone, and setting your hand on his. He rested his free hand on your thigh, just below the hem of your nightgown, squeezing gently.

"If it was discovered we did this..."

He trailed off. You knew though. He'd lose his job and you'd most likely be locked in your room until being sent off to marry some prince from another kingdom for one reason or another. You kissed the palm of his hand.

"Then we'll just have to not be caught."

He took a short moment to consider if he was really going to do this. But when he looked at you, so beautiful and perfect, eyes filled with love and lust for him and no one else, he caved. He leaned down to kiss you once more, letting both hands slip up the sides of your legs under your nightgown. You raised your hips so it was easier for him to undress you. He got the gown just above your breast when he paused, staring just a little bit. You smiled, though blushing, as you assumed this was the reaction of a man who's never seen a woman's breasts before.

"You can touch them if you'd like."

He blushed darker, knowing he'd been caught staring. He first finished removing your nightgown before letting himself focus on your body once again. Carefully, he took one of your breasts into his hand, squeezing gently. They were so soft, and your skin was so smooth. He wasn't exactly experienced, so he followed his first instinct which was to lean down and kiss the soft skin. There was something so nice about hearing you gasp softly as his lips just grazed past the more sensitive part of your chest. He liked seeing you react like that to something he did, so he stopped to focus there, kissing it with an open mouth whilst letting his hand play with the other. Hearing your soft moans, feeling you squirm just a little beneath him. It was everything he'd fantasized about. He continued on like that for a while until your squirming seemed to stem from impatience as opposed to stimulation. He pulled back. You spoke, though a little shakily.

"I need you, Tenya."

Those words alone could've put him at full mast if he weren't already incredibly hard.

"Yes, my princess."

He said, eyes drifting down your body, and hands moving to your thighs. He spread your legs. He stared. Though still in your little white panties, seeing you so vulnerable for him made more than just his heart throb. Through your panties, he began to feel you. It was no secret how wet you were. He could feel that through the fabric. You whined at the almost teasing touches. He pressed into you as much as your panties let him. There was no doubt if he continued this they'd be completely soaked. Through the thin fabric, he found and pressed against your clit. Seeing you moan, pressing yourself into his hand, he knew that must've been a good spot and so he continued to apply pressure there. He rubbed there in small circles, listening to your heavy breathing. By the time you were whining for him to take you, your pretty little white panties had become completely translucent from wet.

He was getting impatient himself, now moving to pull them off of you and gently set them aside. He spread your legs as wide as you comfortably could. He pressed a finger in, sliding in with ease from all the foreplay. He added a second when he saw how easily you took one. He pushed them in, curling them, loving hearing you moan. You gripped the sheets beneath you, willing yourself to not just cum now from all this teasing. You didn't want it to end. You didn't have the strength to stop yourself as his fingers pumped into you faster, his palm pressing to your clit and moving with his fingers. You moaned out, back arching, your inner walls clenching around his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out, admiring you. Face flushed red, legs shaking ever so slightly, pussy leaking from all he's done. He leaned over you again, kissing your forehead.

"I apologize, princess. I was too distracted by your beauty."

He had intended to take you as you had asked him but you looked so lovely just like that. He got carried away.

You kissed him softly. You knew he still needed attention and you weren't a cruel princess. Your duty was to serve your kingdom and its people. He was no exception.

"Take me."

You whispered. He seemed surprised.

"Princess, didn't you already-?"

You cut him off.

"Because you're so incredibly good to me, I have. I want you to feel just as good, and I want you to use my body to get there. I don't care how many times you make me cum, I want you to go until you're satisfied as well."

He looked at you in awe. It was an offer he couldn't refuse. He kissed your lips softly. You were so incredibly kind. So wonderful. And he took this as an opportunity and a challenge. He'd see how many times he could make you orgasm. He'd push you to that edge as many times as he could before letting himself let go. It was the least he could do.

He removed his pants and you got a moment to admire his impressive size. He ran his fingers along your still soaking wet slit, using the wetness to lube himself so it'd be easier for him to slide in. He positioned himself between your legs, holding them open on either side of his waist. He slowly pushed in. You moaned lowly, loving the stretch he gave you. He groaned, pushing until he was fully inside of you, taking a moment to relish the feeling. Slowly, he began to move. He didn't fully pull out, keeping his thrusts shallow. You covered your mouth to keep your moans and noises under control, but it proved difficult since you were so sensitive now.

He began to pull out more each time he pushed in. His pace wasn't incredibly fast, he was more focused on making you feel good right now, choosing going deep and hard over going fast. His hand found its way back between your legs, playing with your clit some more as he continued to push himself into you. Your legs trembled, threatening to snap closed around him from all the overstimulation. It didn't take much of that to push you over that edge again, letting out a whimper, muffled by your hand. He felt the way you tightened around him, squeezing, just as you had done around his fingers and he knew he must've been doing well. You felt so good around him, he wasn't sure he'd last particularly long. But he'd do his best.

2 or maybe 3 more orgasms later (truthfully your mind was long past the ability to count), he quickly pulled out, cumming on your lower stomach, panting heavily. The bed beneath you was soaked from a mix of your wetness and sweat. He got off of you, going to find something to clean you up with. He found a small towel, cleaning you up before realizing the bed would need to be cleaned as well. For now, he pulled his nightshirt onto you, which may as well have been a short nightgown, and lifted you into his arms, taking you to lay in his bed. He pulled his sleep pants on, putting your discarded clothes in your laundry hamper before returning to join you. By the time he laid down beside you and was pulling you close into his arms, you were sound asleep. He kissed your forehead.

"I love you, Y/n."

He whispered.

"And I always will."

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12raccoonsinadress · 1 year

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can you make some of aizawa

Office Hours : Aizawa x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count: 4,900

Third POV

You were new to UA. Not really a teacher but certainly not a student. You were interning while working on your teaching license. You mostly observed classes, teaching the occasional lesson in general studies and such. Recently though, you started hanging around the hero courses. Your curiosity was what drew you in initially. Though not the path you would have chosen, you admired heroes and those who strived to become them, so you found a lot about how they trained and studied interesting. What kept you around though was one of the teachers. Shota Aizawa, otherwise known as Eraserhead. You had noticed how tired he seemed. It was understandable. Being a pro hero and a teacher must be a lot. So you offered to help out with grading papers. It wasn't much but it was one less thing for him to worry about. He had accepted your offer, and since then you ended up grading most of 1A's work. It wasn't too bad though. With them being in the hero course a lot of what they studied was more hands-on than on paper, so you didn't have to stress about having massive amounts to grade.

School had ended about an hour ago and most of the students had made their way to their dorms or were milling around outside. You walked down the empty hallway, flipping through the pages of the papers you had graded for Aizawa. It was some strategy quiz. A lot of it you didn't understand. You had simply followed the grading sheet, and most of them had done fairly well. You used your side to push the door to his office, going and setting the stack of tests on his desk.

"Here are the quizzes from Tuesday."

He didn't look up from his computer as he responded.

"Thanks. They had an essay on the proper way to respond during a crisis due today. It's there on the left."

He vaguely gestured to the stack of papers to his right (your left). You decided to lean on the desk a bit.

"What are you up to?"

"I'm working."

He glanced up at you for a split second before continuing to type on his computer.

"Working on what?"

"Emails."

He responded again flatly. You hummed, looking over at the papers he had gestured to. You picked up the first one, flipping through it.

"What am I grading them on in these?"

"Normal essay stuff. Spellings, grammar. The subject should be reasonable ways to respond in crisis situations."

You hummed a little. That didn't seem too bad.

"Is that it?"

"Yes."

You looked over at him. He looked just as tired as always. You kinda felt bad for him. All the stress without properly resting couldn't be healthy.

"You should take a break."

He looked up at you now, a brow raised. Then he shook his head and went back to his computer.

"I don't have time for a break."

"Come on. I'm sure you have time for just an hour of not working."

"I don't."

"...Half an hour?"

He sighed, looking up at you. Assuming you wouldn't leave him alone until he abided, he leaned back in his seat, arms lazily resting on the arms of the chair.

"And what do you suggest I do for half an hour?"

You thought for a moment.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

He looked at you curiously now.

"No. I haven't."

You smiled a bit.

"Why don't we go get dinner then?"

You suggested. He took a moment before a slight cocky, sarcastic smile/smirk came onto his face.

"Really?"

It was only a one word response, but you immediately felt that single word shoot straight through your chest. Your face grew a bit warmer. You hadn't intended for your suggestion to be taken as anything but friendly, but you'd also be lying if you said the tired hero teacher wasn't attractive in his own right. Especially with how he was looking at you right now. Tired, yet amused, and as if he could see right through you. It made you feel vulnerable. When you took too long to say anything in response, he shook his head, still wearing that cocky, tired, amused smirk. He stood up, patting your head as he walked past.

"Yeah. Let's go."

You came out of your thoughts, quickly turning to follow him. By the time you caught up with him, his expression had fallen back to its resting tired look. Before you could say anything, he asked without looking at you.

"Did you have any place in mind?"

"Ah, well there are a few different places not too far from here. Depends what we're in the mood for I guess."

He walked quietly for a moment, thinking, you assumed. Before too long, as you were exiting the building, he spoke up.

"If you're not picky, I know a place."

"Oh, Alright."

You weren't necessarily surprised but you didn't really expect him to just pick a place. He started walking in a direction. You followed him. You didn't know how to really make casual conversation with him, so you walked quietly for a while. Eventually, you thought of something to say.

"..What made you want to teach on top of being a hero?"

He glanced at you before sighing and continuing to look ahead.

"Someone's got to make sure there are competent heroes when we're done."

"Isn't it exhausting doing both?"

"Very."

"Is it worth it?"

He thought for a moment.

"Yeah. It's worth it."

You hummed softly. Before you could dwell on this long enough to think of more questions, you arrived at a restaurant, though it looked mostly like a dive bar. He walked in, and you followed after him.

"I'm guessing you come here often?"

He shrugged a bit as the two of you went to a small table in the corner.

"You could say that."

You could see it in all honesty. The place was small and uncrowded. Frankly, you wouldn't have noticed it was here if he hadn't led you. It was pretty well hidden. The warm lighting mixed with the dark wood tones of the floor, walls, and tables made the entire room feel dim. The walls were covered with retro-esc style decor; old band T-shirts signed by musicians, vinyl records, and older framed photos of bands playing in the bar among other things. You were definitely on the younger end of the people here, most of them appearing to be in their mid-40s or older, and they all were fairly quiet. The only really notable sound was that of the faint music coming from a jukebox, which stuck out with its now dull red color that you could guess had seen better days. It really did seem like a place you'd see Aizawa in his free time. You, however, couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

"It's quiet in here."

You noted simply. He glanced at a clock on the wall.

"Give it an hour. By the time it hits 8, it won't be."

You hummed a little, also looking up at the clock.

"The clock says it's 4."

"It's a couple of hours behind."

"Or a couple of hours ahead."

"Maybe."

Before much longer an older woman approached the table. She looked to be around her mid-40s. She had reddish hair, tied back in what was probably a bun in the morning, but was now falling out in every direction. She was wearing an old band T-shirt with a bunch of tour dates and cities listed down the front, none of them being in Japan, as well as an apron that was probably white at some point but was now a faded tan-brownish sorta color. She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and wore a bright red lipstick. She smiled at seeing the two of you. The kind of smile an old friend gives right before insulting you in the most well meaning way possible.

"Well. I'd ask if it's gonna be the usual, but it looks like you're trying something new for once."

She had a gravelly sort of voice, though it wasn't necessarily unpleasant, just a bit deeper and raspy. He rolled his eyes. You blushed a bit, picking up on her meaning.

"This is a colleague from work."

You gave a small wave. She hummed, seemingly not believing him.

"Yeah, yeah."

She looked to you now.

"What can I get you, sweetheart?"

You now realized you hadn't so much as looked at the menu. Before you went into a full-on mini panic, Aizawa spoke, taking the attention off you.

"Just do two of what I usually get."

The woman chuckled.

"Alright. It'll be out soon."

With that, she walked off. You looked to Shota. You were both grateful and a little flustered that he ordered for you. You couldn't tell if he had done so to be nice, or if he just didn't want to watch you scramble to make a decision.

"You must come here quite a bit, considering the waitress knows you."

He shrugged a bit.

"I guess. Though, she knows nearly everyone by name and their order. Something about her quirk."

"A memory quirk then?"

"Maybe. I never asked for details about it. She just says she never forgets a face or an order. Your guess is as good as mine."

You hummed, thinking. You wanted to talk about something, anything really, but you found yourself at a loss for topics. He intimidated all your small talk out of you. He looked back at you curiously. You hadn't even realized you were staring.

"You don't get out much, do you?"

You looked at him, a little surprised he was the one making conversation.

"What makes you say that?"

You furrowed your brow at him. He shrugged a bit, leaning back comfortably in his seat, making it creak ever so slightly.

"You seem uncomfortable."

He noted. He wasn't wrong. You wouldn't really say uncomfortable though. Maybe just out of your element.

"I've just never been here before, that's all."

He raised a brow. You fidgeted with your fingers. He cocked his head to the side ever so slightly.

"Do I make you nervous, Y/n?

Those words felt like they shot through your chest. Your cheeks felt warmer. You took a moment to try and think of something to say to brush this aside, but before you could defend yourself, the waitress from before was setting two drinks at the table. Thankfully, she temporarily took the attention off of you as Aizawa looked up at her.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Just these drinks or are we feeling adventurous tonight?"

The woman smiled wryly. Aizawa looked at you.

"Do you drink?"

You didn't drink much. You would socially but it felt sad to drink on your own. You responded honestly.

"Occasionally."

He looked back at the waitress. Then he sighed.

"Sure. Why not. It's been a rough week."

She snorted a laugh.

"Alrighty then."

She scribbled something in her little notepad and walked off.

A few hours went by. As Shota had said, after a little while the bar did become more lively as more of its typical patrons got out of work. Men sat at the bar, laughing as they talked about work and life, and groups of friends poked fun at one another at their tables. A drunk man, presumably pressured by his friends, was up on the bar's small stage, poorly doing karaoke. The environment being a little more crowded made you feel less out of place. So had a few drinks.

You smiled brightly as Shota chuckled at your awful joke. Turns out that after a few drinks, he relaxes a little. He wasn't drunk. Maybe tipsy. You however were a little worse for wear. Not drunk enough to feel like you would make any big mistakes, but closer to it than he was by any means. He shook his head.

"That was terrible."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you do better, Mr. Grumpy Pants."

"I'm not grumpy."

"You are! You have resting grump face."

He chuckled.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

He shook his head, still smiling a bit.

"You're drunk."

"Am not! I'm perfectly fine."

He gave you a very "I don't believe you" expression.

"I don't believe that at all."

You looked back at him, offended.

"We've had the same amount to drink. That'd mean you're drunk too."

"Or maybe you're just a lightweight."

You glared at him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Challenge accepted."

"What?"

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms with a cocky smirk on your face.

"I bet I can out drink you."

"That is a terrible idea."

He grinned.

"You're just scared you'll lose."

"I'm warning you now. This isn't a good idea."

"Scaredy cat."

He sighed. Then he smirked confidently.

"If you insist. I guess some people need to learn the hard way."

You rolled your eyes, giggling. You were still certainly positive you'd win. Even if not, there's no way you'd pass your limit. He couldn't be that much better at holding his alcohol than you. Right?

That conversation was the last thing you remembered that night.

You woke up, not feeling the best. Your head was pounding and your stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. You went to sit up but you found that you couldn't. For a moment you just assumed your body was too heavy to move, seeing as you already felt hungover as hell. Then you started to realize things that made another option appear much more likely. You didn't recognize the room you were in or the bed. You weren't wearing the clothes you remember leaving in. In fact, you were pretty sure these clothes weren't yours at all. They fit differently. There was someone there, holding you. You were being held as the little spoon so you couldn't really see who it was. For half a second, you started to panic. Did you go home with some stranger last night? Then, a familiar sleepy voice made a quiet noise as he readjusted, holding you closer. You blushed.

"...Shota?"

Another sleepy noise, this time his hold on you loosened. You took advantage of that, shifting to turn around. You didn't properly assess the distance between you both because as you faced him, you were practically touching noses. Your face was a dark red hue. His eyes half opened for a moment. You pulled away from him some so that you weren't less than an inch from his face. He let go of you fully now, but only because he was rubbing his eyes.

"Good to know you didn't drink yourself into a coma."

He said a bit flatly, in a lower register than his normal voice due to him having just woken up. Your heart skipped at hearing him like that. You had a million questions. How much did you drink? Why were you here? Did you two do anything? Where were your clothes from yesterday? You decided to start with a simple question.

"What happened last night?"

He sat up, stretching a little. It came to your attention now that he was shirtless. And wow did his normal clothes do absolutely nothing for his figure. He was much nicer looking than you ever would have guessed. You sat up as well.

"How're you feeling?"

He asked, appearing to be avoiding the question. You rubbed your eyes a little as you assessed your own body.

"Hungover."

You said truthfully. He hummed slightly in acknowledgment.

"To be expected. You were past your limit last night. I'll be right back. Stay here."

You watched him walk out, leaving you alone in what you could only assume was his bedroom. It was comfortably dark due to the black curtains, so you had no clue what time it could be. There wasn't much going on as far as miscellaneous objects in the room. Just the standard bedroom necessities. Even so, the room was nice. It had the distinct smell of his cologne or whatever it was that he wore. You looked down at the clothes you were wearing. You assumed again that they were his, though the pink sweatpants made you curious. Before too long he came back into the room with a bottle of water and a small container of painkillers.

"For the hangover."

He put it simply. You nodded, taking them.

"Thanks... are you going to answer my question though?"

"You want to know what happened last night."

"Yeah." You thought back. "I don't remember anything after..."

"After you bet you could outdrink me?

You blush just a little thinking about it. Looking back, it was certainly not your brightest moment. You could only hope you didn't make a complete fool of yourself. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'll be honest with you, it's a little fuzzy near the end for me. But after you insisted you would be able to out-drink me, we had about two more rounds before I cut you off because I didn't want you getting alcohol poisoning. You, of course, insisted you were fine, but considering you could barely stand up on your own I didn't really believe you."

You already started to feel embarrassed. You could only hope you didn't cause him any trouble. He continued.

"Once you were cut off I figured it was late and I would try to get you home, but you weren't in a state to tell me your address. So I brought you back here."

It was his turn to blush, though on his face it was very subtle. You still noticed it though, and you hoped this wasn't implying things would get worse.

"I offered to let you sleep in the bed and let me take the couch, but you were very insistent that I stayed with you. You passed out pretty quickly after that."

You were both humiliated yet relieved. Sure, you made an awkward situation for yourself to wake up to, but at least you didn't try anything you'd both regret. Then you had a thought.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Oh. Yeah, you spilled your last drink entirely down your front so when we got here I let you borrow those. They're in the dryer right now. It'll probably be a while."

"...Thank you."

It was really sweet he went through so much trouble for you. You just wish you had a way to repay him. He nodded in acknowledgment.

"What time is it?"

You asked, just generally curious. He checked his alarm clock on the nightstand.

"A little after noon."

You felt a little bad sleeping half the day away, but at least he had also been asleep so it wasn't just you. He sighed, leaning back and running his hand through his hair. You stared. How could you not? He was absolutely stunning. Your mind wandered. You were grateful he didn't take advantage of your drunken state. You were in bed with him. It wouldn't have been hard. But he was better than that, even drunk himself. You weren't just glad that it proved you could trust him, but at the same time if you ever were to sleep with him like that you'd want to remember every single detail. The ways his hands would feel on your skin, his lips against yours, the way his voice would sound as he pressed you into the bed.

"Ahem."

He was looking at you. You hadn't noticed you'd been caught staring. You blushed hard, eyes wide, trying to quickly stammer out an apology or an excuse, but he stopped you.

"Look. Let's just skip all this awkwardness and get to the point. You're not the best at being subtle."

Firstly, ouch your pride. But second of all, you hadn't thought you were that obvious about your little crush. He continued before you could retort.

"We can either do this the hard way where you keep trying to defend yourself and denying that I'm right, or we can do this the easy way where I order us takeout and use the next half hour to do whatever it is you were just very obviously thinking about."

You sat stunned for a moment. He read you like an open book and you had no idea how he did it. After you took a minute to process what just happened, you pursed your lips, fidgeting a bit.

"Takeout sounds nice."

Smooth as always. He smirked a bit, but turned to his phone, presumably to order food. You sat there a bit awkwardly. You didn't know what you were expecting next, but the anticipation was killing you. After a moment he set his phone down. Your heart was pounding. He looked back at you, though you couldn't read his expression. He was looking you over, analyzing you. Part of you loathed how vulnerable he was making you feel. He moved towards you.

"Alright. We get 30 minutes. Are you ready?"

He spoke in such a casual tone it almost made you forget what his intentions were (or at least what you thought they were). Even so, you nodded. He positioned himself above you, making you lay back down. He smirked the slightest bit. You looked up at him almost in awe. He was so handsome. And he had you pinned to his bed. It didn't feel real. He leaned down, presumably to kiss you. You closed your eyes as you felt him get closer. You could feel his breath on your lips. But he stopped short. You looked up at him, flustered. He smirked a bit more, bringing a hand to brush the hair away from your face before finally kissing you. You practically melted.

The hand he wasn't using to hold himself up moved down from the side of your face, just lazily feeling down the side of your body. Despite only having 30 minutes, he was in absolutely no rush. Everything about his actions were slow, gentle, yet firm. It felt very loving, romantic almost. You reached up, wrapping your arms around him, one hand tangling itself in his hair. He deepened the kiss, leaving no room for you to control it. Not that you wanted to. He slowly started to slip his free hand under your (well, his) shirt. Not quite going straight to groping your chest, but instead just feeling more of you. Even though you really did enjoy how slow he was taking it, you didn't want to get interrupted by food showing up, so you took matters into your own hands. You let go of him to move your hands up his chest, since he was already shirtless, using this as an opportunity to feel him up. He seemed to catch your drift. He broke the kiss, watching your face for any signs he should stop before he started to pull your shirt off. You happily let him. He kissed down your neck and chest. You covered your mouth so you didn't make any embarrassing noises. He moved his hands to your hips, slowly starting to tug down your pants. You lifted your hips to help him get them off. Once he had you naked, he leaned back to look down at you. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed under his gaze. His expression was hard to read and you worried maybe he wouldn't like what he saw. He took his time, taking in all your details. His voice was just as it always was. Straight forward, but so easy to listen to.

"I have to admit. You look better than I imagined."

You didn't get time to fully think about all the things that he just implied before you were distracted by him pushing his pants off as well. You couldn't help but stare. He was a good size. Not too big as to be scary or uncomfortable, but certainly not small. He smirked as he leaned back over you and started to lazily trail his hand between your legs. You bit your lip a little as he teasingly traced over your more sensitive areas with feather light touches. He wanted to get you ready for him, he didn't want to hurt you. Slowly, a finger found it's way inside, pushing in at a steady pace. You let a small content sigh at the feeling. He watched your face with a focused yet softened expression, doing his best to be sure he was going at a pace that didn't cause you any discomfort. Soon one finger turned to two, and after a little longer, three. You were breathing heavy now, not a single thought in your head aside from him. You let a soft moan slip out despite your best efforts. He smirked ever so slightly. He pulled his fingers out. Then he seemed to have a thought, his smirk dropping as he thought about something. He moved from over you, prompting you to sit up as well.

"Is something wrong?"

You were confused as to why he pulled away from you, but then it made sense as he pulled a box out of his nightstand.

"No. I'm just surprised I still have these."

He examined it for a moment before pulling out what you knew was a condom. He was definitely thinking more about safety then you were.

"Been a while, Shota?"

You half teased. He looked at you, raising a brow.

"Yeah, and?"

"Should I be expecting you to be a little rusty then, or..?"

You smiled wryly. He chuckled a bit lowly, shaking his head some.

"You really don't know when to stop pushing, do you?"

Your heart skipped a beat and if you could be more turned on, you were now. He climbed back on top off you, pushing you into the bed. He spoke in a low voice beside your ear.

"I suppose someone has got to put you in your place."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. He leaned back to put the condom on. Thoughtlessly, you spread your legs for him. Despite definitely feeling like you were ready for him, you were surprised by the sudden feeling of him stuffing his three fingers back in. You let out a mixed gasp/moan at the feeling. He smirked just slightly.

"Just making sure you're ready."

He said almost innocently, clearly teasing you now. You huffed a little bit softly as he curled them before pulling them back out and moving his hands to your thighs, lifting your hips up so he could angle himself better. You were practically shaking in anticipation. You felt as he started to press in. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you and the other covered your mouth. He was slow, but consistent as he pushed in until he was fully inside of you. You were breathing heavy, but so was he. Based on his flushed chest and shoulders, ragged breathing, and death grip on your thighs, you'd guess he felt just as good as you did right now.

You made what could only be described as a small yelp noise when his hips shallowly snapped against yours. It was sudden, but certainly not an unwelcome feeling. As he started to move more predictably, you picked up on the fact that he wasn't going for speed. His thrusts were more precise, focusing on pushing deep and hitting harder. It felt incredible. Having said that, he wasn't necessarily slow either. His pace was what you'd consider a medium speed. He held tightly to your thighs, keeping them spread open, fucking you down into the bed with each thrust. Your soft noises grew louder as you felt the intense feeling building inside of you. Though hard to hear through your own sounds as well as the sound of skin hitting skin, you could hear him panting and groaning lowly. You hoped he was as close as you felt you were. You hardly noticed his precision started faltering as his speed picked up just slightly. He let go of one of your thighs, moving that hand to play with your clit, set on seeing you completely come undone beneath him. His hand, much like his hips, focused more on pressure than speed. His voice was lowly and labored.

"Fuck... Come on, you're so close. Cum for me."

Almost perfectly in time with him telling you to do so, you finally hit your breaking point, arching your back, squeezing the sheets in your fists, and tightening around him. He let a low groan, presumably also cumming. His motions slowed to stop before he pulled out and collapsed beside you. You both laid there silently for a moment, the only sound in the room being the combined heavy breathing from the both of you. He discarded the condom into the trash near the bed before turning to you. You both laid looking at each other for what felt like an eternity, but before either of you could say anything the doorbell rang. Shota sighed before getting up and looking for his pants.

"Good timing ?"

You smiled some, joking. He rolled his eyes but had the slightest smile too before getting his clothes on and going to get the food. You sighed contently. You could most certainly get used to this. Just looked like you'd have to pull him away from work more often.

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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Hello, can you tell us your rules to request? :)

Of course! :) ~ 💚

Fandoms I'll Write For!

My Hero Academia

Stardew Valley

Overwatch

Hazbin Hotel

Cassette Beasts

Witchy Life Story

Things I Will Do!

Fluff (Comfort, Cuddles, Dating, Confessions, etc.)

Smut (Consensual, Kinky, First Times, Multi, etc.)

Soft Angst/Happy Ending Angst (Misunderstandings. etc.)

Headcanons (Smut, Fluff, Platonic, etc.)

Polyam Relationships

AUs (Fantasy, Coffee Shop, University, etc.)

Specified Character Details (Chubby!Reader, Short!Reader, ect.)

Things I Will Not Do!

Incest (Biological, adopted, or otherwise)

SA/Non-Consensual (I will do consensual-noncon if requested. But it will be heavily established that it is still consensual and the fic will start with a trigger warning.)

Bodily function kinks (piss, blood, etc.)

Gore

An Important Note

ANYTIME The characters are written in a high school setting, the assumption is made they are seniors and 18+

I WILL NOT write spicy or suggestive material that implies the characters are not 18 or older

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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hya!! your writing is incredible!!! if you could do a kirishima x reader, or another iida x reader (both fem reader) where its a first time using bondage? reader can be sub or dom- jus want some soft and spicy writing <3 thanks!!! (p.s- i know i already said this but your writing is so good omggggg HELP)

Knots For Dummies : Kirishima x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Note : Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this one too ~ 💚

Word Count : 2,282

Third POV

You had to try not to laugh at your boyfriend as he tried his damnedest to tie you up in some complicated rope harness he saw online. It was one of those intricate designs that went from your shoulders down to your thighs, leaving you completely at his mercy, arms behind your back, and thighs spread open. However, he underestimated its difficulty when deciding it was what he wanted to do, so now you sat in bed naked, one arm sorta tied behind your back and your chest bound in a way that vaguely resembled the picture he had shown you.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather choose a less complicated-"

He cut you off, a little frustrated.

"No, no, I got it."

You shook your head, smiling as he continued to try and tie you up. He focused hard for a while before he took a long pause and realized he had been doing it backwards. He groaned, frustrated, and flopped back onto the bed. You easily slipped out of the ropes to go and console him.

"Hey, it's ok. We can always try it another time. Or maybe start with something a little easier?"

He looked at you, his expression softening from frustration to simply being in love with you.

"Do you think they make pre-tied harnesses?"

You laughed softly, kissing his cheek.

"I could always try tying you up instead."

He chuckled, sitting up again.

"Oh yeah? You think you can do better?"

You put your hands on your hips.

"I can't do worse."

You teased. He handed you the rope and his phone which had the tutorial on it.

"I'd like to see you try, princess."

You took that as a challenge. You were now determined to successfully tie up your boyfriend, no matter what it takes. You looked closely at each step, going slower than he had, but you seemed to be doing better already, much to both of your surprise. Once he realized his hands were securely fastened to his sides he blushed.

"Ok, ok, you proved your point. You uh. You can let me out now."

He squirmed a bit. You smirked.

"Oh yeah? Why should I?"

He grinned a bit nervously, trying to play it cool.

"Come on now, princess. You don't mean that. Wouldn't you rather be the one tied up?"

Typically, yes. After all, you really did like the sound of being at his mercy. However, having him at your mercy was just as good. You trailed a hand down his chest.

"Maybe. Or maybe I'd rather take advantage of having you all tied up~"

You said in a sultry tone. He seemed a little shocked at the sudden turnaround. You noted the surprise on his face. You put your hand on his knee.

"If it's something you really don't want though, tell me ok?"

Despite having fun with this, you wouldn't push him too far. You loved him after all. He sighed a bit, but smiled softly at you.

"I can see when I've lost."

You kissed him sweetly. Your big handsome dork. When you pulled back you smirked again, moving back to admire him.

"I should tie you up more often. Ropes look good on you."

"You think so?"

He joked. It was cute that he was still smiling even though you pulled a 180 on him.

"Absolutely."

You looked him over, simply admiring your boyfriend. Your eyes landed on his crotch and you giggled a bit, leaning into him.

"Seems like someone's enjoying being tied up."

You cooed. He blushed looking away a bit as he explained himself.

"Well, I mean. It's not cause I'm tied up or anything. It's just because my beautiful girlfriend is sitting in front of me being all naked and beautiful."

You laughed softly, running your hand down his chest, stopping just before you reached his dick. He huffed a bit softly.

"Oh, come on. You don't gotta be a tease too."

You found it both extremely sexy and funny that you had so much power over him. You leaned in to kiss him passionately. He was somewhat surprised at first at the suddenness of it, but he kissed you back, matching your intensity. You placed your hands on his chest, and you could feel him straining against the ropes, leaning towards you. When you pulled back he looked at you in near awe.

"You have no idea how badly I want to touch you right now.."

He said in a low, almost needy voice. You felt his words shoot straight through your body in the lewdest and most delightful way. You pulled away from him, much to his dismay. You sat in front of him, legs spread. He looked at you a little lost. You smiled, lightly starting to touch yourself.

"I need to prep myself, don't I?"

You asked innocently. He groaned a bit. It was the exact effect you wanted to have on him. He couldn't look away from you. You teased yourself a bit just watching his face, the way his eyes were glazed over in lust, how his mouth hung open the slightest bit, and how his face was dusted over with a strong pinkish-red color. You smiled a bit, admiring his needy expression. You brought your other hand up to start playing with one of your breasts. He looked like you insulted him.

"Come on, baby, please, you know I could treat you so good if you let me touch you."

Hearing him practically begging you to let him touch you made you only want to prolong this. You wondered how long he'd be able to keep a semblance of composure before he'd dissolve completely into whining for you. You wanted to get him to that point. You continued to teasingly play with yourself as he watched on in desperation. You slowly started to push a finger into yourself. He huffed a bit. You kept your movements slow and your legs spread wide so he could see every moment of you touching yourself. His hips suddenly made a bit of a jerking motion. He blushed, just about as surprised as you were.

"Someone's getting a bit needy."

You noted playfully.

"You're such a brat sometimes, you know that?"

He was clearly distraught, but he didn't seem genuinely upset. Just ungodly horny for you. You acting offended by his comment.

"Are you really in a position to be making those kinds of rude comments?"

He groaned a bit. You continued to touch yourself at a leisurely pace. He continued to watch you, completely helpless. You added a second finger, making a soft noise as you did, which was followed by a pained noise from your needy boyfriend. You noticed how he had started to ever so slightly rock his hips in place. It was kinda hot how badly he needed you by now. You decided to be merciful now, actually working on stretching yourself for him. You pushed your two fingers deeper, scissoring them a bit. You curled them inside, moaning softly. Before you could pull your fingers out you watched as Eijiro, finally at his limit and with no stimulation at all, came. He groaned, his head falling back. You looked at him wide-eyed. You didn't at all expect to be able to get him off by just making him watch you.

But fuck was it hot.

He slowly regained his composure, definitely embarrassed by the whole ordeal. You couldn't wipe the deep blush off your face.

"Fuck.. Sorry, I... I couldn't help it."

With this scenario, you weren't sure how to continue. Your original plan was to ride him while he was all helpless, but now that he had already gotten off, you were a bit stumped. He seemed to pick up on that.

"Hey. Uh. You should untie me now."

"Oh, sure, yeah."

You came back to reality, going over and getting him untied.

"So now wha-"

He cut you off quickly by picking you up and putting you on your back on the bed. He took the ropes you had him tied up with and decided to make up his own knots and tie your hands up above your head. You looked up at him in complete surprise.

"What? You didn't think I was gonna leave my princess hanging, did you?"

He leaned down, speaking in a low, soft voice by your ear.

"You should know me better than that by now, sweetheart."

You tried to lean up, tugging at the ropes, but if absolutely nothing else he was good at basic knots. You were stuck now. He kissed your neck, being greedy with his hands and touching you in all the places he'd wanted to while he was tied up. Your chest, waist, hips, thighs. All his now. He kissed down your body, and you could already see where this was going. He scooted down the bed so his face could rest between your legs. You looked down at him and he smirked before firmly pressing his hands to your thighs and his face between your legs. You whined a bit as he did. You would never deny the fact that he was amazing with his mouth, despite his sharp teeth. He squeezed your thighs firmly, holding you in place despite your squirming beneath him. Between how worked up you had gotten yourself and how incredibly hot he looked eating you out while you were completely helpless, you weren't sure you'd last long like this. He kept up his motions, wanting absolutely nothing more than make you cum for him. You whined, tugging and pulling on the ropes, squirming under his tight hold, but he was relentless. You were finally pushed past your limit when he shoved two fingers inside of you, curling them, while his tongue focused on your clit. You moaned out, arching your back as you did. He worked you through it, slowly pulling back once you'd relaxed. He leaned back, looking down at you.

"You are so beautiful."

He said breathlessly, gently rubbing your thighs. He just did that for a little bit, massaging your thighs and your hips.

"Aren't you gonna untie me?"

You tugged on the ropes lightly. He smirked a bit.

"Already? I'm not done with you yet though, sweetheart."

He wrapped your legs around his hips and you could feel it. To absolutely no surprise, he was all ready to go again. You laughed a bit breathlessly.

"Round 2 already?"

"What can I say? Seeing you moaning all sexy like that for me... Anyone would be crazy not to get turned on by that."

He slowly started to tease to push in. You bit the inside of your lip softly. You were in no way complaining about going again. He always made you feel so good. He teased you for a little bit, gently rocking his hips against yours so you could just feel him almost start to push in before he took it away again. You huffed softly. He chuckled.

"Consider this payback for all your teasing earlier."

You let a small whine and he smirked. You glared at him, though somewhat pathetically, and he responded by thrusting his hips further, pushing in about halfway. You choked out a gasp at the suddenness of the feeling. He groaned lowly, slowly rocking his hips, pushing a little deeper each time until he was fully inside of you. He stopped once he was completely pushed in, just taking a moment to admire how beautiful you looked beneath him, stuffed with his cock and all needy for him. He could simply never get enough of you and your stunning beauty. You tugged more on the ropes and he chuckled breathily.

"Now, come on, sweetheart... That's not how we ask for things we want, is it?"

He teased you. You whined in response.

"Eijiro, please."

That seemed to satisfy him because the moment those words left your mouth, his hips started moving at a decent pace. He wasted no time in speeding up, holding onto your hips, and squeezing tight. If nothing else, he was determined to make you feel as good as possible while also chasing his own high. He was addicted to you, how you sounded moaning beneath him, how you looked with your hands tied up and eyes rolling back in pleasure, and how you felt squeezing around his cock while he did everything in his power to please you.

And he was definitely pleasing you. You squirmed beneath him, feeling that all too familiar feeling building up inside of you. Your moans got louder, begging him for more. He pushed harder, deeper. You cried out, back arching as he kept his pace, making sure you'd gotten through it completely before he pulled out, finishing on your stomach and chest. He sat there breathlessly for a long moment, the only sound in the room being that of both of your breathing. He leaned down to gently kiss you.

"How was that, baby? Too much? Not enough?"

You smiled softly up at him.

"Perfect."

He smiled, kissing your cheek before leaning back up so he could untie your wrists. He set the rope aside before grabbing something to clean you up with. He then laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

"Need anything? Anything at all?"

"Just you."

You smiled, snuggling into your boyfriend. He pulled the blanket up over you both, keeping you cuddled nice and close. You yawned. He smiled.

"Sleep up, sweetheart. Because tomorrow I am getting that harness thing right."

You laughed softly before eventually drifting off to sleep in his arms.

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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U still alive queen?

I'm still alive, and I'm working through requests best I can 😭 College life is really out here keeping me busy. I have 5 requested fics currently in the works, and most are nearing completion! Expect fics soon! I hope everyone has a good night/day ~ 💚

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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Plz do so we need more male reader fics🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

It's Not Gay If You're High: Sero x Masc!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 2,333

Third POV

You and Hanta sorta had this thing going on. It was a casual thing that happened about once a week every Friday. You'd both meet up in his room and get high together, then you'd hook up. There was nothing complicated about it and neither of you ever really bothered to put a label on it. It was just kinda... A thing. Truthfully you always found Hanta hot, but you didn't want to mess up the thing you had going on. You were mostly satisfied just getting high and fucking in his dorm room, then cuddling together til the high wore off. And to your knowledge, he liked it that way too.

It was yet another Friday night, so as usual, you grabbed your snack bag and headed over to Sero's room. You didn't bother knocking. He didn't really seem to care anyways. He sat up from his beanbag, grinning at you in that way that made your insides all twisty.

"Hey, man. You ready?"

You nodded, smiling.

"Yeah. I restocked the bag."

"Did you get the good chips this time?"

You reached into the bag and tossed him the bag of honey mustard chips. He laughed a bit.

"You wanna flip the coin for whose top and bottom now or later?"

"Let's do it now."

You dropped your bag by his bed, flopping down onto the other side of the beanbag and leaning back. Hanta pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it.

"Call it in the air."

"Heads."

He caught it, showing it off triumphantly.

"Guess you're getting fucked tonight, dude~"

You sunk into the beanbag with a bright red blush, grumbling.

"I bottomed last time."

"And it looks like you're doing it again, bottom."

He teased you. You groaned, hitting him with a small cushion that was on the bean bag. He laughed.

"Ok, ok, chill, man. Here."

He held out the plastic bag of gummies.

"I maaay have already taken some."

He chuckled, flopping back down as you took the bag and popped a couple. Hanta put on some music to just vibe while you both waited for the edibles to kick in. You sighed and leaned back. You were both quiet for a minute. Then, Hanta started.

"How would you feel if I invited Denki next time?"

"To what?"

"This. Weed stuff."

You furrowed your brow some.

"What about the sex stuff?"

"We don't have to do the sex stuff, man. We'll just chill."

For some reason, you didn't like that idea. You liked Denki. He was mostly pretty cool and you liked hanging out with him, but this was your and Hanta's thing. Weed stuff and sex stuff. Together. The two of you. Why would that need to change? You spoke in a sort of harsh tone.

"Can't you guys do weed stuff like- some other time though?"

He looked at you kinda funny, chuckling a bit.

"Damn Y/n, I knew you liked my dick and stuff but is that jealousy I smell?"

You blushed hard, and when you spoke in your defense, your voice cracked.

"No! I'm not jealous!"

Sero was surprised by your small outburst, he didn't think you were genuinely upset. His smile faded some. You felt the embarrassment starting to sink in.

"Wait. You're serious?"

"No- fucking- no, man, it's fucking whatever. I don't care. Give me the bag, I'm taking more."

You wanted to forget any of this conversation was happening, but he held the gummies hostage.

"No way. You're gonna tell me why you're acting so weird first."

"I'm not weird. You're weird. Now hand over the drugs."

"I didn't think inviting Denks would piss you off, man. I thought this was just a casual kinda thing. I mean, we never said it was anything else so I just assumed-"

You got up, thoroughly embarrassed and flustered.

"I'm just gonna go chill in my room. Keep the snack bag."

Before you could escape to hide for forever, Hanta had gotten up behind you and grabbed your wrist.

"Dude, wait, let me finish."

"No, it's whatever, I'm sorry I made it weird-"

"Listen. You know if you didn't want this to be a casual thing you just had to ask."

You took a pause.

"I wasn't sure you really swung that way first of all."

He snorted.

"Yeah. I just let you fuck my ass every other Friday because I'm straight. If I've done anything ever to make you think I'm straight, I sincerely apologize, dude."

Well, now you just felt kinda silly. Of course Hanta of all people wasn't straight. He smirked a bit, leaning over you now.

"And I meeeaaan, if you wanted to, I dunno, make this a serious thing I wouldn't be opposed."

If your blush had died down, it was back in full force now.

"Really? Like, actually you'd wanna go out with me?"

He leaned in close to you, close enough to make your heart flutter and your hands start to get sweaty. He spoke in a calm, quiet voice.

"Does this answer your question?"

He kissed you, but not in the rough, sloppy way he'd kiss you when you guys were fooling around. This kiss was different. It was soft and gentle and firm. There was no room left for you to doubt that he was serious about this between you. He broke the kiss, pushing you back into the beanbag chair, making a bit of a bolder move, and climbing on top of you. He pressed his lips back to yours, keeping it innocent for now. Finally, after a long moment, he broke the kiss and looked down at you. You looked back at him completely breathless. He smiled a bit.

"How was that, Y/n? Did I get my point across?"

You'd shove that smug look off his face if you didn't also want to pull that same face back down into another kiss. You huffed softly.

"Yeah, man. I think I get the idea."

He grinned.

"Good."

He plopped down next to you, wrapping an arm back around your shoulders and relaxing.

"Once the Maryjane kicks in, I'll remind you."

He said with a smirk. You snorted.

"Never call it Maryjane again. You sound like a cop."

He chuckled.

"What would you prefer I call it, fellow kid? Molly? Devil's Lettuce? The Green?"

You elbowed him, laughing. He laughed too.

"Shut up and hand me the snack bag, you nerd."

About half an hour went by as the two of you joked and ate snacks casually, waiting for the edibles to kick in. Hanta sighed, relaxed. You felt that familiar, pleasant feeling sink in. You typically started feeling it before he did anyways.

You looked over at him. He was really pretty. Do you call guys pretty? Well, typically people refer to guys as handsome. It's weird how compliments are specific to how people are. Regardless, Sero was pretty. Not to say he wasn't handsome. The word handsome just seems to imply this specific type of visual aesthetic. You'd say Kirishima was handsome, or, say, Iida. It didn't fit him. The other extreme would be beautiful, and even though you wouldn't say he wasn't beautiful, that word didn't seem right either. You'd say Momo or Todoroki was beautiful. They have that elegance that you'd usually associate with the word. No. Hanta was pretty in the same way you think you could look at Tokoyami or Jirou. It was the subtle ways he just was. The way he existed in space, taking up just the perfect amount of it. The way his laugh wasn't like some romance movie bullshit but was so real yet such a fantasy at the same time.

Your thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the feeling of a soft, wet kiss on your neck. You'd been so zoned out staring at him, you didn't even notice him dip his head down to do that. He chuckled.

"You zoned out, my guy."

He mumbled into your neck. You huffed softly. He continued.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you? Bottom."

You huffed a bit, relaxing into his touch, tilting your head back to give him space.

"Shut up."

You mumbled. He chuckled, climbing on top of you and continuing to kiss your neck lazily. You placed your hands on his waist casually, just for the sake of touching him. He slid his hands up your shirt, pulling it off you with relative ease. You copied him, though he leaned back and pulled it off himself before tossing it aside. You smiled. He was so hot. Not ridiculously built like maybe Satou or All Might or whatever, but he had a nice lean muscle that kept him from being scrawny. He was pretty much perfect in your opinion.

"On your knees, twink."

He joked, slipping his arms under you and attempting to flip you like a pancake. You chuckled, rolling over onto your tummy. He pulled your pants off, getting up to get off his own. You looked back over your shoulder at him.

"Wow, bro. Taking my pants like that? That's pretty gay."

He snickered, climbing on top of you.

"No, no it's not. It's not gay if you're high, dude."

You chuckled. This was nice. It was almost like nothing had changed. Just the both of you goofing around and having a good time together. Perfect.

You were very quickly stopped from having yet another internal monologue by the feeling of your maybe now boyfriend grinding into you. You raised your hips a bit, propping up on your knees. He grabbed your hips, holding them in place, squeezing a bit.

"If we're dating or whatever now, can I officially say this ass is mine?"

You pushed back against him a bit.

"Only if you bottom next time."

"Whaaat, no fair."

"Totally fair."

He (though not really hard) smacked your ass. You gasped, surprised since it wasn't something he typically did. He snickered.

"My ass."

"You are an ass."

He did it again before pulling your boxers down. He chuckled a bit, squeezing your ass. He reached over to the snack bag.

"You brought it right?"

"Yeah, if course I did."

"Nice."

He rummaged around in the bag before pulling out the little bottle of lube. He put some on his fingers, before pushing one into you. You did your best to relax. The whole process was just easier when you weren't tense. He hummed a bit as he worked on opening you up. He wasn't necessarily impatient, but he was definitely excited for this time. This time was different because this time you were his completely. Soon he'd worked up to two fingers, moving at a steady pace. You held on a little tighter to the bean bag, simply enjoying the feeling. Once he was pretty sure you were good, he ditched his boxers, then he paused. You looked back over at him.

"You good?"

He looked at you with a more serious expression.

"Let's get on the bed this time."

"Uh ok."

You got up and so did he. He pulled you over to the bed, pushing you down on your back this time. This was defiantly different. Usually, you guys just did it on the bean bags, and the person on bottom would be on their knees. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I want to see your face this time."

You blushed. He was being more intense than you were used to, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you found it kinda hot. He grabbed a pillow and moved it under your hips so they were raised before he slotted himself between your legs to lean down and kiss you lovingly. You kissed him back. His lips tasted sweet and also like chips, which was kinda nice. He leaned back so he could adjust himself into the right position to start pushing in. You bit your lip, watching him. It was so nice being able to see what he looked like while he did this, seeing how good you were able to make him feel when he did the same for you. He leaned down to kiss you again as his hips slowly started to rock back and forth. You groaned softly into the kiss.

His hands held on firmly to your hips as he slowly but surely started to pick up his pace. He broke the kiss so he could hold a better angle and keep his new pace steady. You moaned out, letting your head tip back and gripping tightly onto the sheets. He half smiled through his own ragged breathing.

"Fuck... I should have had you on your back weeks ago. You're so hot."

You only managed a small groan in response. He let a small laugh as he picked up his pace, going rougher now. He wrapped his hand around your dick, moving it as best he could in time with his own movements. He always made a point of making sure that if you were on the bottom, he got you off first. With the newly added sensation, it wasn't going to take you long to get there. Before too long you were moaning through gritted teeth and cumming in his hand. He worked you through it before letting go and giving it a few more thrusts before he finished too.

You both took a long moment, just breathing. He pulled out, huffing a bit. He grabbed some tissues off his bedside table and clean you up before flopping down beside you.

"Damn.."

"Yeah.."

You both laid there in silence for another minute before he turned to look at you.

He grinned.

"Sooooo, boyfriends?"

You smiled a bit.

"Nah, dude. That's gay."

He rolled his eyes before rolling onto his side facing you and wrapping an arm around you. You leaned up and kissed him. You got really lucky. Your best friend was now also your boyfriend. And you wouldn't change that for the world.

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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fluffy smut w tenya pls 👁👁

A Night To Remember : Tenya x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 4,528

Third POV

You wouldn't consider yourself an addiction-prone person, but something about that boy was downright hypnotic. You couldn't ignore him, even if you wanted to. He was so... Him. You couldn't explain it. And somehow you got lucky enough to be his girlfriend. Though, it was nowhere near as surprising for others as it was to you. You two fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. He was the strong-minded, book smart, rule keeper and you were the sweet, rule following, quiet type. It only made sense he'd fall for you. Just being around you felt like a fresh breath of air to him. Which is why he insisted on treating you like a princess whenever he could. In his eyes, you deserved everything in the world and he was determined to give as much of it to you as possible.

At first, it was almost a bit embarrassing. Between all the attention and gifts and sweet words, you felt so spoiled. When you'd told him this about 2 months in, he simply smiled and adjusted his glasses, stating,

"I'd hardly call this spoiling you, but don't worry. I have much more planned."

Which at the time made your cheeks flush red and your heart skip a beat. It made him smile more at how lovely you looked when you were flustered.

Now, 6 months into your relationship with Tenya, certain topics of conversation started coming up with some of your friends. Specifically, questions regarding how intimate you and the class rep have been. Though you won't admit it, the answer would likely surprise most of your classmates. Though you haven't slept together, things have gotten a bit heated more than once. Tangled together in bed, lips locked, while hands wander. Maybe a hickey or two in places easy to hide. But the main event always seemed to be put off, not that you were complaining. You wouldn't want to put him in an uncomfortable position, especially since those weekly encounters were already breaking a handful of rules. You loved him, regardless of how far you went.

It was Saturday afternoon. Not just any Saturday though, it was date night, and despite your prodding, Tenya refused to tell you what the evening's plans were. All he did was pat your head and tell you he took care of absolutely everything, and that he'd make it a night to remember. He also informed you not to worry about having to pick out an outfit either, as he had already gotten something nice for you that would be fitting for the evening's events. All of this caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach and chest. He didn't say these things in a way that would belittle you. He just wanted to take care of you. It was sweet, even though you had to wonder why he insisted on picking what you wore that night. You guessed it must be that you were going somewhere with some sort of dress code.

Later when you went up to your room to get ready, there was a box sitting outside your door with your name on a little tag on it. It was clearly from Tenya, based on how nicely the ribbon was tied and how neatly your name was scrawled on the note. You picked it up and went into your room. You assumed it must be the outfit he had told you about before. You set the box on your bed and opened it.

It was a red dress, folded neatly in the box, which was definitely nicer than anything else you owned. The material was soft, and when you held it up you guessed it would go to just above your knees. You were almost too distracted by the lovely dress to notice that it wasn't the box's only contents. You set the dress out nicely on your bed before turning to the box once more, face turning an indecent pink color as you did. There in the bottom of the box, neatly sat a lacey black set of underwear, if you could even call it that (It was much closer to lingerie than it was proper underwear), along with a small note which read,

"I hope to make this a night you won't soon forget. If I've overstepped, simply disregard the extra attire. I'll understand completely.

- Yours, Tenya Iida"

You were somehow both flustered at the implications, but awestruck at how cute and caring he was at the same time. Part of that adoration for your sweet boyfriend is what so easily convinced you to put on the lacy undergarments. The top was nearly completely see-through and the bottoms left very little to the imagination. Not to mention the tightness of the seam placed down the center, most likely an intentional design choice for.. stimulation reasons. You played with the idea of whether or not you should still wear shorts under the dress, before deciding against it. You decided to go wearing only the clothing that was in the box. You pulled the dress on and looked at yourself in the mirror. He really knew what looked good on you.

Just as you finished up getting ready, there was a knock on your door. You opened it promptly and smiled upon seeing your very handsome boyfriend dressed nicely as well. He looked over you with a content smile on his face.

"You look amazing, Y/n. Do you like it?"

You nodded, stepping out of your room and linking your arm with his.

"It's beautiful. I love it, Tenya."

He led the way downstairs and out the doors of the dorm building.

"I'm glad. I hoped you would."

There was a brief moment of silence. He looked to you, in a way silently asking about the box's other contents. You smiled.

"I loved all of it."

You added. He blushed a little, but his soft smile didn't falter. You couldn't help but already be giddy about the entire thing. It didn't help that with every step you took, that center seam pushed up again your more sensitive spots. Not enough to elicit any physical reaction, but enough to be teasing. You decided to distract yourself with conversation.

"Am I allowed to know where we're going yet?"

"It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, now would it be?"

"Come on, just a little hint?"

He hummed, thinking it over.

"We're going out to eat."

"That's a terrible hint."

You stuck your tongue out at him. He chuckled softly. He thought you were just adorable.

"Well, it's all you're getting until we get there."

It wasn't a long walk to the restaurant, which by just looking at the outside you could tell was fancy and no doubtably expensive. He held the door for you and put an arm around your waist as he led the way to the front, talking to the waiter.

"Reservation for Iida. Party of two."

After a quick moment, the waiter nodded with a "Right this way" and led the two of you to a table. The entire restaurant had a soft, dim sort of lighting. The tables were decently spread out so it all had a very intimate type of feel to it. Against the wall in which your table was nearest was a small stage where live musicians played nice, soft music. As the two of you sat at your table you looked at him in awe. You spoke quietly, as it only felt right in such a fancy place.

"Tenya.. this place is beautiful."

He smiled, gently taking your hand across the table.

"I'm glad you think so. I wanted to bring you somewhere nice. After all, as of today, we've been together for half a year. It seemed enough of an occasion to be worth celebrating."

You could have melted there in your seat. He was just so sweet. He continued, blushing a little more than he typically did when expressing his affection for you.

"I'd been planning this for a while. You deserve only the best, Y/n. I want you to understand just how much you mean to me."

If it weren't such a fancy place you'd lean across the table and kiss him. Everything about him makes your heart skip. You almost felt bad in a way. He was always spoiling you and you never quite knew how to even it out with him. Before you could respond, he continued, though in a softer tone, leaning forward just a little.

"Which is why I still have one more thing planned for this evening. That is, given you'd have me."

Your cheeks turned an indecent shade of pink. You knew what he was implying, at least you were pretty sure you did. He was just wonderful. Of course, you'd have him.

"You've given me so much already, Tenya. I think it's only fitting I give you myself in return."

It was his turn to become a blushing mess, and just as the waiter came up too. He took a moment to compose himself, much to your amusement. He was so cute. He ended up ordering for you both, per your request since you couldn’t identify half of what was on the menu. Once the waiter left he immediately turned his attention back to you.

"I know this would technically be against the rules, but would you stay with me this evening? If we are to go through with... certain activities I'd prefer to stay by your side afterward. And it's not as if we aren't already breaking the rules by... well..."

You gently reached across to take his hand in yours again. As one would guess based on everything else about him, he occasionally had difficulty expressing the ways he'd like to be intimate with you. You were the closest thing there was to perfect in his eyes, the last thing he wanted was to sound as if he didn't appreciate or respect you and your body. You loved seeing him so flustered though. It was sweet to see your typically confident boyfriend become a blushy mess when he asks to kiss you.

"Tenya, I'd love to stay the night with you. After we get back, will we go to your room or mine?"

"I'd prefer mine. I was really hoping you'd enjoy all of this and I may have already prepared a few things for the occasion. I hope that's alright."

"Of course it is. I'm already looking forward to it."

He smiled like the love sick fool he was.

"As am I, dear."

It wasn't too much later when the waiter came back with both of your meals. Dinner was pleasant. Though expensive, the food was good. You were glad you let Tenya pick for you. It was really good, though you were certain you'd never eaten it before, at least not like this. He also let you try some of his food, which you jokingly said was "Meh" despite it being just as good as your own. He had chuckled at your response, calling you adorable in return. When you both had finished, Tenya asked,

"Do you want dessert?"

You hummed a little, thinking. Then you smiled a little deviously.

"I think I'd rather have you for dessert~"

You spoke in a low mock-sexy voice. He blushed intensely and quickly went about asking for the check. You giggled quietly to yourself.

He paid for everything, and the two of you started back to the dorms for the night. You held his hand as you walked, swinging them a little. You were outside not more than 5 minutes before he paused.

"It's a bit colder than when we got here."

"I suppose it is."

"Here."

He took off his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

"Oh, Tenya you don't have-"

He cut you off as politely as he could.

"Please, I insist. I don't want you to get cold."

You gently squeezed his hand. He smiled softly down at you. You both continued on your way. Once you reached the dorms, Tenya turned to you, taking both your hands in his before going in. His tone was gentle but serious.

"Y/n, you're positive you want to do this?"

"Are you?"

"Of course I am. I'd love nothing more than to give myself to you and to have you in that way. I just want to be sure it's what you want too. I'm not exactly experienced, but I want to do my best to make this good for you. I love you."

If you had any doubts that you wanted this before, they'd melted away by now. You gently cupped his cheek with one of your hands.

"I'm not really experienced either. Tenya, I'd love to be with you. I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather be my first."

He pressed his forehead to yours.

"Neither can I."

He pulled back, still holding your hand, and the two of you walked in. He led you up to his room. You felt your heart flutter as you saw what he'd set up.

There were little rose petals scattered neatly across the bed and floor. Though unlit currently, he had candles set out on nearly every surface. Nicely set on the nightstand by his bed was a box of condoms and a small bottle of what you assumed was lube. Though not part of the setup, you also noted a book on his desk with the title "Pleasing Her", which you couldn't help but find endearing. You looked at him, smiling.

"Tenya... This is so sweet."

He blushed, looking down a little.

"I'm glad you think so. I wanted to be sure it was special."

You kissed his cheek. He turned to you.

"If you'd like to sit for a moment, I'll light the candles."

You went over to sit on his bed as he went about getting a lighter and getting the candles lit. You watched him for a moment. Then you had a thought. You decided to pull off your dress while he wasn't looking, lighting the candles on the other side of the room. You were quickly reminded about just how little the set underneath actually covered. And with that center seam pressing up so much, it was very easy to see where everything was.

He'd set the lighter down and turned back to look at you once they were all lit. He practically froze in place. His eyes took in how incredible you looked, sitting on his bed, illuminated by candlelight, in those scandalous tiny bits of fabric. He was at a loss for words. You had to speak up to break him from it.

"So..? What do you think, Tenya?"

You were blushing too, a little nervous. You felt so exposed. It was an exciting feeling. He approached you, standing in front of you and gently cupping your face. He looked into your eyes as he spoke.

"Every time I look at you, you're more gorgeous than the last."

He had to step back, unbuttoning his shirt. It only felt right to undress to your level as well. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander as he did so, still talking.

"Y/n, I want you to know that if at any point this is too much or you need me to stop, for any reason, I will. I never want to hurt you."

He let his shirt hit the floor, moving to unbuckle his belt now.

"Having said that, I need to tell you that I've had many dreams like this. It may sound perverse but I've imagined how this would go nearly a hundred times, so if you would, I'd like you to trust in following my lead as long as you are comfortable."

He stepped out of his pants once they were on the floor. He moved to sit beside you now. He gently cupped your cheek, turning your head to fully face him. You felt like your heart may explode.

"Tenya..."

"May I kiss you, Y/n?"

You didn't respond, only leaning forward to press your lips to his. He was so perfect. So wonderful. Your incredible boyfriend who loved you so much. Who cared about you more than nearly anything else. His hands gently ran down your waist to your hips, pulling you a little closer. He wanted nothing more than to get completely lost in you. He softly urged you to move into his lap, which you did with no complaints. You wrapped your arms around him, keeping the kiss sweet and simple as you pressed your body to his. You felt this wonderful fluttering feeling in the base of your stomach at feeling so much of your bare body against his. He squeezed your hips gently. You pulled back to look at him. He looked up at you with nothing but pure adoration.

"You're absolutely perfect, Y/n."

He leaned down a little to kiss your neck softly. You held onto him, tipping your head back, and closing your eyes, simply enjoying the feeling. His hands explored a little bit as he did. Squeezing your thighs, running up to feel your waist. He clearly had a clue as to what he was doing. He lifted you up so he could set you back on the bed. He laid you down before climbing over you to look down and admire the beauty that was his magnificent girlfriend. He'd read somewhere that you were supposed to keep most of the lingerie on during the act for stimulation reasons, but truthfully he just wanted to see all of you. He spoke softly, if not a bit embarrassed.

"My dear, would you perhaps.. take your top off for me?"

He'd do it himself if he had any clue how bras worked. You nodded, leaning up to get to the clip and slide the straps off. From there, he pulled it off of you. He wasn't really trying to hide the fact that he was staring, because wow. He couldn't get over how beautiful every part of you was. He looked back to your face, blushing still.

"May I touch..?"

He asked softly. You bit your lip a little and nodded. He was gentle with his touches, softly cupping and squeezing your chest. He leaned down to kiss your neck with the same softness, gradually moving down to your chest. You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of his lips against your more sensitive skin. While his mouth focused on your chest, one of his hands trailed down to your hip. His hand moved toward your inner thigh. He pulled back to speak softly.

"May I continue?"

"Please."

He kept his eyes on your face as his hand trailed between your legs, gently feeling you through the thin fabric.

"You're wet, darling."

He stated in a hushed tone. You blushed. Of course you were, how could you not be when he was doing everything so right? His touch made you shudder. He leaned back on his knees above you, sorta straddling your thighs, looking down at you. All he saw was absolute beauty, and from where you were you not only saw the handsome, strong figure of your boyfriend, but you could also see the rather large bulge in his boxers.

"How would you like to continue, dear?"

You cocked your head a bit, so he elaborated.

"In my research of.. how to best be intimate with a partner, I've learned there are quite a lot of different ways for us to proceed. Different positions and such.."

He glanced over at the box of condoms on his nightstand.

"It's also a matter of if you would.. uh.. prefer to have me inside you or not."

He was rather red faced by now, as were you. You sat up as well, reaching over for the box.

"I want to go all the way with you."

You said surely. You've known you've wanted him to be your first for quite some time now. He nodded, going to reach for the box in your hand, but you pulled it away. He furrowed his brow, confused.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Scoot back."

"May I ask why?"

He did, though confused. You smiled, ripping open the box.

"I wanna put it on."

It took him a second to process before his face darkened it's shade.

"I- uh- If you insist."

He certainly wasn't going to stop you. Not if it meant you touching him. You opened one of the little packets, examining the condom.

"Which way is the right way?"

"The small nub bit should face away from me."

"Right. Got it."

You looked over at him expectantly. He was a bit caught off guard but got the gist of it.

"Now?"

"Mhm."

You smiled up at your very cute boyfriend. He positioned himself to get his boxers off, all while you admired him. You had to admit though, his size was rather intimidating. Especially with this being your first and all. He reassumed his position, though now looking a bit more bashful. You let yourself indulge, staring. Your mouth watered a bit. You carefully rolled on the condom, being sure you didn't rip it, and that it was on all the way. He let a shakey breath at the feeling of you touching him. He spoke in a bit of a ragged voice.

"What position would you like to be in dear? Laying down with me on top of you, on your hands and knees, just name it, darling. Anything you desire, let me be the one to give it to you."

He was getting desperate for you. You bit your lip. You decided to respond with something basic. You didn't want to get too crazy.

"Can we do it with you on top of me?"

He gently pressed you into the bed. He pulled your bottoms down, taking a moment to admire your naked form beneath him in an almost possessive sort of way. He decided to start and press a finger into you, just to make sure he wasn't going to hurt you. With how turned on you were right now you took it easily, so he added another. You made a soft noise. It was such a good feeling, your boyfriend's fingers inside of you. What really got you excited though was what was next. He fingered you for a while, longer than he was sure you needed. Part of him just liked watching you squirm beneath him, watching his fingers disappear inside of you so easily. He finally asked.

"Are you ready, darling?"

You nodded quickly.

"Yes, please."

He didn't need to be told twice, taking his fingers out and moving so that he was more fully on top of you. He angled himself for a moment before starting to push in. You closed your eyes, just focusing on the feeling. He slowly worked on pushing completely inside of you. Once he got there, he kissed you softly. It felt right, like you both just fit together. You clung to him. You'd never felt so full before. He stayed like that, completely inside of you, for a long moment. He didn't want to risk hurting you, even though he'd love to absolutely rock your world now. He could be patient. Especially for you. You started to squirm again.

"Tenya... Please."

Your voice was breathy, needy. You could handle it, you wanted him to move. Thankfully, he seemed to catch on to this because he slowly started to pull out, and slowly again push back in, groaning lowly. He kept it shallow a first, wanting to ease you into it. Soon though he began to make his movements more defined, even if he hesitated to pick up the pace. He was torn between wanting to savor every single moment of having you or wrecking you so completely you wouldn't be able to walk come tomorrow. His midground solution was to go slowly, but hard and deep. You held on to him tightly, whimpering and moaning beneath him. He leaned down to kiss you, this time less controlled. You struggled to keep the kiss, as it was difficult to keep quiet. He let go of your waist with one hand to move it down to your clit. He took a second to find it exactly, (between not being able to look and the fact that he was actively fucking you, you gotta give the man some credit) but once he had he was determined to get you off first. He'd read far too many stories of selfish male partners and he wanted to be sure you felt as amazing as possible.

You'd fully given up on holding any sort of composure at this point, moaning a little too loud and racking your nails down his back. He spoke in a ragged, breathless voice.

"You're so good, darling. I'm so close. Come on now, dear. Cum for me, Y/n."

Hearing him say those things definitely sparked something in you. You never expected him to be into the whole dirty talk thing, but it was most certainly working. You could feel it right there on the edge. He pushed into you, hard and deep, his hand still quickly rubbing your clit. Your entire body suddenly went tense as you choked out a loud moan, eyes rolling back, back arching. He groaned, feeling the way you squeezed around him. He had to stop his hips from moving but thankfully didn't stop or slow the movements of his hand as you started to come down from your high. Once your body relaxed he brought his hand back to your hip. Seeing you like that, feeling you tense around his cock like that, was enough to have gotten him to that point too. You both were breathing heavily as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours.

"Wow..."

He said breathlessly. You laughed softly.

"Yeah... wow."

He kissed your forehead before carefully pulling out, granting soft noises from each of you. He got up to throw the condom away, as well as blow out the candles in the room. He went back over to you in the bed, laying beside you, wrapping you in his arms for a moment.

"I'll be right back. I have to get something."

You nodded, still a bit out of it. He kissed you before letting go of you and going over to his closet. He pulled out some sleep clothes first going over to you with them.

"Here, lift your arms."

You did and he slipped his shirt over your head. He wanted you to be comfortable. Once he got you in some of his PJs he got himself dressed before stepping out of the room. He wasn't gone long, bringing back bottles of water. He opened one, handing it to you, which you happily took.

"Are you feeling alright? Is there anything else you need, dear?"

He wanted to make sure you felt cared for after that. You smiled at him sleepily.

"Cuddles?"

He rejoined you in bed, holding you close to him.

"For you my dear, anything."

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12raccoonsinadress · 2 years

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Hey so the recent Roe v Wade overturn has rlly taken a toll on my mental health, and I wanted to know if I could have some headcanons on how the MHA boys would help y/n through having their right to abortion revoked😞 If you don’t want anything political on your page I completely understand. Have a good day❤️

I'm not afraid to admit the fact that everything happening right now is devastating. It's such a serious matter and personally, I feel romanticizing it would be inappropriate. Instead, here's something that while yes, touches the subject, avoids turning this extremely real situation into something of fantasy ~ 💚

1A Boys HC : When You Don't Want A Baby (Fluff/Implied Smut)

Izuku

He planned on letting you decide if or when you ever wanted to have a baby, so he didn't ever really bring it up unless you did. He didn't want to make you feel like he was ever pushing for it.

Though the one time the conversation came up, he did say that he'd be willing to start a family with you, but that he also was ok if it was just the two of you because as long as he has you, he's happy.

He'd definitely do his research on birth controls. For you and him. When you said you didn't want a baby for the time, he wanted to be sure he honored your choice by keeping bedroom activities safe. Between your birth control, his birth control, and condoms, let's just say that you guys are pretty safe from having a baby anytime soon.

Bakugo

Kids annoy the shit out of him typically so let's just say he isn't exactly pushing you into having a baby anytime soon. If it was your idea he might, but since at least for the time being you both seem to be on the same page he doesn't tend to think or talk about it.

He may have asked you once, just because he wanted to be sure this was what you wanted and not just because he always seemed to not like the idea (Though he'd say it in a less gentle, caring way). Once you confirmed you simply didn't want kids you both moved on from the subject.

Since it felt like this might be a permanent decision for you both, you brought up the idea of getting your tubes tied. Something that'll keep it from happening by accident, but also something reversible, on the very off chance you eventually change your mind. Whether you do or not, he's gonna back you up the whole way.

Shoto

After seeing what his dad did and how screwed up most of his kids came out, he would be weary about having kids to begin with, so you saying that you don't want any is a relief to him. He wouldn't want to give that man grandchildren or risk not being able to provide a normal childhood because of his own trauma.

He asked you about it a fairly short ways into your relationship. It was something he thought was important to ask, and he didn't want to risk getting deep into a relationship only to find you wanted like 10 kids. He was very happy the two of you could agree to maybe not have kids.

Shoto would ask you about your thoughts on him getting a vasectomy. He doesn't wanna risk it, and he feels it'd just be easier for him to take away the chance of him getting you pregnant all together. And it'd be a one time thing instead of you constantly getting birth control.

Kirishima

He thinks having a kid would be cool. Be able to raise a little human with you and stuff, but he isn't going to let it change anything when he finds out you don't really want that. He's still gonna love you regardless, and respect your decision.

He teased you about letting him pop a baby in you a few times until you told him it wasn't something you really wanted. He very quickly apologized. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with the jokes, but he definitely wants to do better to be more aware of the topic in the future. Anytime someone asks if you two will be having a little one, he respectfully says the two of you have decided against it.

He's definitely been really doing his research on the new discoveries in masculine birth controls. He knows your on it and he wants to feel like he's doing his part in respecting your choice.

Denki

He's a bit of a deviant as is, so he's totally chill not making a baby anytime soon. Means he gets you to himself more often ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). In all seriousness, he's just chilling knowing he doesn't go on a 9 month break from fun times with you.

He was kinda surprised weirdly enough when you told him. He kinda always just assumed that would be the next step for you guys so he hadn't really thought much of it. So when you tell him you'd rather not, he asks you why you felt that way. Not to change your mind, he's genuinely curious.

May as well own stock in condoms. He practically has a collection. He likes ones that have cool colors an stuff because he thinks it makes things interesting. Making safety fun.

Iida

Let's be honest, he comes from a traditional family. He sorta wanted kids. Even so he understands and supports the fact that it would be your body carrying the baby, and that it would be something you'd have to do together. He's not gonna make you go through any of that for something you don't really want.

He was a bit disappointed when you told him, but he didn't make it a pity party. He asked a few logically questions like whether this was a permanently never wanted kids or a not now, or if you'd want to go about it in a different way that wouldn't hinder your body such as adoption or fostering. He wants to know exactly the kind of future you want so he can plan it with you.

Another one who'd lean towards a vasectomy. Let's be honest this man know what he likes in bed and one of those things would be a bit risky otherwise. Plus, if you ever changed your mind, it's reversible so he can simply adjust accordingly for whatever you want or need of him.

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Okay- First time requesting so- Hewwo, for starters. I hope you’re doing well and are happy and healthy. As I’m writing this, I currently am at home with Covid and would like some chubby insecurity comfort with mah best bois (Bakugou, Kirishima, Bebe Izuku, Todoroki, Shinsou, & Iida dear) I’m a chubby girl who’s always insecure about my body and how I look in general, so if I could get some insecure comfort that starts as fluff and ends in smut, I’d be very happy! Thank you, Sin Mother! ❤️❤️❤️

Hope you're doing better! 💚 And from one chubby Y/n to another, you're gorgeous as you are ~

1A Boys HC : Comforting You For Your Insecurities (Fluff/Smut)

Bakugo

Let's be honest, our boy here isn't exactly super good about feelings or talking about them, but he is observant. Though he notices these insecurities rather quickly, it takes him a bit trying to figure out how to comfort you.

Eventually, he'll get you alone and be very blunt with you about the fact that you have nothing to be ashamed of, because your body being different from others doesn't make it less strong or functional.

On a less practical note, he may accidentally sprinkle in the fact that he thinks you're beautiful and anyone who says otherwise is "fucking blind", though any reaction calling him sweet will be ignore.

If it seemed like you weren't buying it, or even only half believing him, he'd change his approach. Let's just say, if you won't believe his words, he'll make sure you believe his actions (permitted you consent for him to do so)

He'll have you laid back on the bed, legs spread, fully on display, telling you how gorgeous you are. He knows damn well you're beautiful, and he wants you to know it too.

Kirishima

He knows a thing or two about feeling self conscious in one way or another, so trust me when I say, he knows. He can definitely tell you aren't happy with yourself.

He won't right up acknowledge it. He'll casually compliment you whenever he can, especially trying to ring home the part where he thinks your body is gorgeous.

If these things don't help, he'll try a more straight forward approach. He'll go ahead and tell you that, no matter what you look like, he thinks you're the most beautiful person he knows. Inside and out.

On a less wholesome note, our manly man loves to worship your body. Complimenting every squish and dip and curve. He simply can't get enough of you. You're addicting.

He really only thinks there's one thing that'd make you even more beautiful, that being having you covered in little bite marks and hickeys because let's just say he wants all of you to be his.

Izuku

When he first noticed your insecurities, he wasn't completely sure what to do. He wouldn't consider himself very good at being consoling, but he wanted you to know you could come to him and talk about things. He cares about you and doesn't want you to feel alone.

He'd offer to help however he can. Whether it be wanting to lose weight in a healthy way or just wanting to feel more beautiful as you are. He wants to support you in whatever you feel is best for you.

Cuddles! He definitely likes to hold you close, because you're soft, while giving you compliments about how nice you feel in his arms, how pretty you are, and such.

If you guys had been in a good relationship for a while, he'd eventually admit that he really likes the idea of you riding him. The fact that you may see yourself as too big isn't a deterrent, in fact, it makes him even more intrigued by the idea of you bouncing in his lap.

If you don't wanna be on top he doesn't mind. He really cares about you being comfortable and wouldn't wanna push you beyond that. He loves you, and your happiness and comfort come first.

Todoroki

Dense. He took a while before picking up on the fact that you were insecure about yourself. He couldn't really understand why either. You were beautiful. He couldn't fathom you seeing anything else. Even so, it made him start to think about what he could do to fix it.

He decided that the best way to make you feel better was spoiling you while telling you that you deserved to be spoiled. I'm talking pretty clothes, flowers, candies, stuffed animals, anything you can imagine spoiling a pretty girl with. He knows you deserve it and will consistently remind you that you do.

He can admit he's not exactly good at words, but he wants you to know that he doesn't think you're beautiful, he knows it. It's simply a fact, like the sky being blue or grass being green. It's not something anyone can argue because it's true.

He wouldn't be very talkative during the act itself, as he's more focused on your pleasure and making sure he takes good care of you, but afterwards he's giving you all the praise. Calling you radiant and every other thesaurus word for beautiful he knows.

When I said he was focused on making you feel good, I meant it. He sees sex as a way to show appreciation for a person as a whole, and really loves appreciating you.

Shinsou

Didn't approach you until he was positive about what exactly your problem was. He didn't want to risk an awkward encounter about it if it wasn't really an issue. Once he was sure though, he's not exactly going to beat around the bush about it. He wants to know why you don't think you're as attractive as he does. It's beyond him.

Cuddle therapy. His preferred way of letting you know he thinks your body is perfect is by holding you against him and squeezing you tight. He likes giving you back rubs, and if you'll let him, belly rubs. He really just likes touching you.

Though quietly, he'll remind you that what other people think doesn't matter, because other people don't know you like he does. So they're irrelevant and stupid. He likes you for you. Not some stupid body standard.

He'll mess with you a bit by making you say nice things about yourself before taking things further, no matter how whiny or needy you are. Sorry, you aren't getting any D until you admit that you're beautiful. Thems the rules.

He's not cruel though, he tries to keep it fair. Even so, he had incredible restraint, and will hold his ground. He simply loved hearing you say good things about yourself. He hopes soon you'll actually be able to believe them.

Iida

Probably initially asked you what was wrong at a rather inopportune moment. He didn't realize it was that deep at first, but later realized his mistake and talked to you in a less public environment. He has a little trouble reading the room sometimes.

Once he knows however, he begins his mission to convince you that you are perfect as you are and shouldn't feel bad about your body. It's both beautiful and functional in its task of keeping his favorite person alive, so how could it be bad?

He does his best to compliment you in ways that wouldn't be seen as solely superficial. He will call you stunning, but he also likes to point out how strong and smart you are. He thinks a good mix will help with your self image.

He may love admiring you, but he prefers to have you pressed against him in more heated "alone time" moments. What can he say, he loves how soft and warm you are. His lovely little marshmallow.

You having love handles is definitely a big plus for him. Gives him the perfect spot to hold onto you without worrying he'll hurt you by being a little rough. Though he'll always do his best to be gentle with you.

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