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rev your engines

Rating: E Word Count: 1k Notes: Fill for a challenge from Diamond. Characters are depicted as 18+.

Tags and content warnings: pro heroes, casual sex, semi-public sex, office sex, clothed sex, nipple play, begging, Quirk kink, cumming in pants

Summary:

A challenge proposed at a party hosted by one Hanta Sero leads to a very daring hookup for Shouto Todoroki and Tenya Iida.

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As far as Shouto is concerned, this isn’t even a competition.

Though Tenya has built up a rapport with everyone in Class A, very few of them were close with him. With the exception of Izuku, Shouto is confident that he knows the man better than any of his other classmates who had attended Hanta’s party. There was so much to Tenya Iida that only his closest friends knew, and that gave him a major advantage.

It takes three weeks for Shouto to get his opportunity. It comes in the form of a team-up request sent to Endeavor Agency from Team Iidaten. Shouto badgers his father into letting him go instead of Kido, citing his exemplary teamwork with Ingenium as reason to overlook the fact that his Quirk wasn’t exactly compatible with the nature of the mission.

As Shouto pushes Tenya against the door to the office he shares with Tensei, lips locked in a heated kiss, he makes a mental note to be a little nicer the next time he sees his old man.

It’s late afternoon. Though Team Iidaten is bustling with activity, the hallway they’re standing in is clear for a few precious moments. Shouto fumbles for the door handle as he shoves his tongue into Tenya’s mouth, unwilling to pull away for even a second.

“Mmh… Shouto,” Tenya pants between kisses. “This is… this is a really bad idea―”

“You say that,” Shouto says, running his tongue along Tenya’s jaw, “but I don’t see you trying to stop, either.”

As if to prove his point, he feels Tenya’s hand squeeze his ass. Shouto groans, his hand finally making contact with the cold metal of the door handle. The door swings open and he pushes Tenya back towards the nearest desk, using his foot to kick the door shut. 

Shouto shoves Tenya onto the desk―Tensei’s desk―positioning himself between his legs and diving in for another messy kiss. He feels powerful legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Shouto hums softly at the feeling of Tenya’s clothed semi against his hip, reaching down to palm his crotch.

“Fuck, Shouto―”

“We don’t have a lot of time, big boy,” Shouto purrs. “Wouldn’t want Tensei to come back from his meeting and find me taking you apart on his desk, would we?”

Tenya keens, hips thrusting upwards. Shouto pulls his hand away, positioning himself so his crotch is pressed up against his partner’s, then begins to move. He hears low, deep groans in response, each sound going straight to his dick.

Shouto slowly unzips Tenya’s undersuit, stopping just past his navel. He pushes open the fabric, shoving the top half off of his shoulders and leaving him exposed from the waist up. As he continues to grind their clothed cocks together, Shouto brings a hand up to grope one of Tenya’s pecs.

“Momo used to say you had the nicest tits in Class A,” Shouto says. “Can’t say I disagree.”

He thumbs at Tenya’s nipple, reveling in the breathy moans that escape him. He pinches, twists, tugs, coaxing more delicious sounds of his mouth, each one louder than the last. Shouto knows his chances of rendering him a screaming, sobbing mess on Tensei’s desk are slim with the “no intercourse” rule in place, but backing down just wasn’t his style.

“Please, Shouto,” Tenya gasps, “please, please, pleasepleaseplease―”

“‘Please’ what, Tenya?” Shouto bends down to drag his tongue over his partner’s abused nipple.

“More, more, touch me more… touch my cock, please!”

“Mmh, so polite. How can I say no?” 

Shouto stops rutting against Tenya, bringing a hand down to his clothed erection. He begins to jerk him through the fabric of his undersuit, using his other hand to play with Tenya’s untouched nipple.

The strong legs around his waist tighten their hold on him. Shouto feels the tips of Tenya’s exhaust pipes dig into his back uncomfortably. He reaches back to coax him into relaxing, but the moment his fingers brush against metal, a low, loud moan cuts through the air.

Oh.

Shouto releases Tenya’s cock for just a moment to push him further onto Tensei’s desk, then positions him so one of his legs is pulled up, giving him access to his exhaust pipes. He returns his hand to Tenya’s crotch, continuing where he left off. With his other hand, he begins to ghost his fingers over the pipes.

“H-hah, mmh… Sh-Shouto―”

“I didn’t know these were so sensitive,” Shouto teases, fingers trailing down to where skin meets metal. Tenya whimpers, his head falling back. He trembles under Shouto’s touch, chest heaving.

Maybe he does have a shot at making Tenya a mess without taking his pants off.

Shouto continues his ministrations, one hand pumping Tenya’s clothed length, the other working its way back up the pipe. When he reaches the tip, he circles the opening with his finger.

“Fuck me, I’m so close,” Tenya babbles. “I’m so close, so close, please just a little―”

Out of curiosity, Shouto slips his finger into Tenya’s exhaust pipe. What results is a shriek that echoes off the walls of the office. Tenya’s trembling skyrockets, body spasming as his orgasm overtakes him.

It’s a breathtaking sight. That’s Shouto’s first thought. Anybody with working eyes could see that Tenya is attractive, but seeing him come undone like this―tears pooling in his eyes and flushed down to his nipples―was something else entirely.

The second thought is that someone definitely heard them.

Tenya must’ve come to the same realization, as he’s quickly tugging the top half of his undersuit back on. He pulls the zipper up so quickly, Shouto’s surprised it doesn’t snap right off.

“We should probably get out of here before someone comes to check,” Shouto says, straightening up Tensei’s desk.

“Yes.” Tenya gives Shouto an apologetic smile. “I apologize, you didn’t even get to finish.”

Shouto doesn’t mention that his own pleasure hadn’t been important to him―not with the bet on his mind―but he does get an idea. “How about we take this to the showers?”

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a class rep's duty | toru hagakure

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 1.9k Chapter Notes: Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific kinks and content warnings: threesome, vaginal fisting, frottage

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For the first time in months, Tenya is… nervous about proceeding with his office hours.

Realistically, he knows he has no reason to be nervous. His classmates are like him, still exploring their sexuality and finding what worked for them and what didn’t. Some had more experience than he did, some had less, and in at least one case, Tenya had been their first… but he doesn’t kiss and tell.

This, though―being the third wheel―was very different.

Ojiro and Hagakure have been dating since the end of their first year. They clearly cared about each other very much, they rarely ever fought, and they communicated well. They were the very last people Tenya expected to ever take part in his office hours, yet here they are.

Tenya is the only one still dressed of the trio, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He has four gloved fingers buried inside of Hagakure’s cunt, gently rocking them into her as she adjusts to the feeling. His other hand rests on her left knee to keep her from closing her legs. Beside him, Ojiro rubs soothing circles onto her right thigh, murmuring soft praises while he watches Tenya’s fingers disappear into her with interest.

“The key here is to take things slow,” Tenya says, managing to keep his voice steady. “Push the stretch too quickly, and you risk hurting her. Lubrication is important, too―reapply often, and reapply liberally. There’s no such thing as too much lube.”

Tenya’s hand is considerably larger than Ojiro’s. Hagakure is probably sufficiently stretched enough to take his fist, but something tells him that Ojiro would still be too nervous to try. He’s calmed down since they started―he had literally been so terrified of hurting his girlfriend, the tuft of fur at the end of his tail was puffed out―but that nervous air still hasn’t quite left.

“How’re you doing, Toru?” Ojiro asks.

“M-mhh―Shirao,” Hagakure whines, “hh-ahh, holy fuck, f-feel… so full. So good.”

“You’re doing perfectly,” Tenya says, keeping his voice soothing. “We’re at four fingers, now. Almost there, almost ready.”

“Holy shit,” she whimpers. “Holy shit.”

“Do you need a moment? I can―”

“No, nonono, don’t stop, Tenya! Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Ojiro lets out a soft laugh. Tenya can feel some of his nervousness dissipate―good, this is going well. Beneath him, he feels Hagakure shudder. Her pussy spasms around his fingers as she cums, squirting all over his hand, his shirt, the sheets.

“Fuck,” Ojiro breathes. The arousal in his voice sends jolts of pleasure down Tenya’s spine. The urge to grind against the bed is so strong, but he resists a little while longer. He has a job to do, and he’ll let himself go for however long he must until Ojiro feels comfortable enough to take over.

Tenya waits until Hagakure’s walls relax before he continues, finding that all four of his fingers now effortlessly slip into her gushing cunt. “Good girl,” he praises. “Just a little more, then I’ll let Mashirao take over.”

He pulls his fingers out of Hagakure, shushing her gently when she protests. She’s wet, gushing, even, but he practices what he preaches. Tenya motions for Ojiro to pass him the lube, which he does quickly. He dumps a liberal amount onto his hand, and for good measure, more at Hagakure’s entrance.

“Please, please, please,” she sobs. Though he can’t see her expression, he can see the way the sheets beneath her scrunch up as she claws at them. He can see the glimmer of tears around where her face would be. Ojiro’s doing everything a kind, caring boyfriend would do―caressing his girlfriend’s skin, holding her hand, kissing her sweetly―but Tenya can tell that this is turning him on.

“Shhh,” Tenya coos. “Almost there, almost there. We’re at the final stretch.”

Ojiro snorts softly at the unintended pun. “Are you still doing o―”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” Hagakure babbles. “Need it, need it, need more!”

Tenya presses his fingers and folds them around his thumb, forming a shape resembling a duck’s head. Slowly, he pushes into her, listening carefully for her reaction. He stops the moment he feels her tense up, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze with his other hand.

“Baby, you need to relax,” Ojiro says. He feels for Hagakure’s hand, squeezing it gently when he finds it. “You’re doing so good, Toru. You’re so close.”

She shudders, her whine echoing off the walls of her room. Tenya feels her cunt relax, feels himself begin to slip inside with much less resistance. He continues, moving little by little, watching as the tips of his fingers, then his knuckles disappear. From there, it’s as if Hagakure is pulling him in―his hand eases itself into her heat until he’s wrist-deep inside her.

“Mh-aah… o-oh, fuck…” Tenya hears Hagakure sit up a little. “I-it’s in… oh my God, it’s in…”

“From here,” Tenya says, unable to hide the arousal in his voice any longer, “you can experiment with moving your fingers. Find something that works for the two of you. When you’re done, bring your fingers back into that tapered position I showed you and slowly pull out.”

Tenya coaxes Hagakure into relaxing before removing his hand carefully. When he’s out, he moves aside, letting Ojiro have access to his girlfriend’s gaping pussy.

“I… I’m still a little nervous,” Ojiro says. “What if I’m not good at this?”

Tenya offers him a comforting smile. “Nobody expects you to be an expert on your first try, Mashirao.”

That seems to help dispel the last of Ojiro’s nerves. He follows Tenya’s demonstration perfectly, coating his hand generously in lube, then squeezing his fingers together into a tapered shape. Tenya watches as Hagakure’s cunt effortlessly takes in Ojiro’s hand, stopping at the wrist.

“Toru? Does it feel okay?”

“Yesyesyes,” Hagakure sobs. “Mashirao, your hand feels so fucking good! Please―a-ah, ha-ahh!―need you to move!”

Ojiro looks over to Tenya, eyes wide with arousal and a tiny bit of fear.

“Just like we talked about,” Tenya says as he rids himself of the gloves, tossing them into the nearby wastebasket. “Take it slow, and be careful about how deep you go. Try starting with opening your fingers, and see how she reacts.”

He can’t see what’s going on inside of Hagakure, nor can he see her reaction, but Tenya can definitely hear her. The wanton moan she lets out makes his dick twitch in his pants. Though Ojiro looks every bit as turned on as Tenya feels, his focus clearly remains on pleasing his partner. With each passing second, he grows more confident, more willing to experiment.

Hagakure’s second orgasm is as messy as the first, squirting hard and crying out Ojiro’s name so loudly, Tenya’s sure their classmates must have heard her in the common room. The towel he laid out before they started is drenched to the point where he’s sure she’s soaked clear through to the mattress.

Maybe he should see about gathering fresh sheets? Tenya knows that there’s not much he can do about the mattress, but the least he can do is change Hagakure’s sheets. He’ll also need to make sure both she and Ojiro get plenty of water before he takes his leave. Scratch that, he should keep himself available a little while longer just in case Hagakure needs something from the common room―she might feel quite vulnerable after trying something new, and it wouldn’t do for Ojiro to leave her alone―

Tenya’s train of thought crashes when he feels something brush against his crotch. His gaze goes down, where he finds the tip of Ojiro’s tail nestled between his legs. He doesn’t say anything, because surely this is merely an accident. He’s only here to assist, not take part.

“I don’t think he’s taking the hint, ‘Shirao,” Hagakure pants. She sounds blissfully fucked out. Tenya can picture half-lidded, lust-clouded eyes staring at him.

“You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it,” Ojiro says, “but when we asked you to help us out, we did mean that we wanted you to have fun, too.”

Oh. “I, ah… forgive me, I just… I don’t wish to intrude, or cross any lines, or―”

“It’s not intruding if you were invited, Tenya.” Hagakure says kindly. “If you really don’t want to, that’s okay! We can drop it.”

“Otherwise,” Ojiro adds, “we’d like to give you a hand with that. It’s the least we could do after you helped us navigate something that was a little scary for me.”

“Reciprocation isn’t necessary―”

“We know. But we’d like to, if you’ll let us.”

After a moment of hesitation, Tenya nods. He lets his classmates strip him down to the nude, cheeks burning so furiously he’s sure his face must be as red as his eyes.

Neither Hagakure nor Ojiro seem as shy as he feels. Ojiro kisses Tenya hard as Hagakure coaxes him up onto his knees, her hands groping his pecs, his ass, his thighs. He barely has time to catch his breath when she pulls him in for a heated kiss of her own, feeling the bed shift as Ojiro changes his position.

Tenya’s a little overwhelmed. He’s had people be particularly affectionate with him during office hours, and that always made him feel a little floaty, but being surrounded by it is almost intoxicating. He’s putty in their hands as Ojiro comes close, pressing their cocks together and bucking his hips desperately.

Tenya is about to wrap his hand around their cocks, but Hagakure beats him to it. Between her strokes and Ojiro’s frotting, he doesn’t last very long. He cums a big, sticky mess all over her hand, which only becomes bigger and stickier when Ojiro reaches his climax.

He allows himself to fall back onto his ass, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Tenya watches as Ojiro pulls Hagakure close, kissing her so sweetly, he thinks he might get cavities just by watching.

He… he probably shouldn’t be watching this, actually.

Suddenly feeling a lot more bashful, Tenya busies himself with doing what he does best―taking care of his classmates. He retrieves water bottles from Hagakure’s mini fridge, wipes himself and his friends down with the extra towels he brought with him, finds a change of sheets for her bed. He lets Ojiro handle the cuddling and the comforting, only interrupting once to nudge them over to the table in the center of her room so he can do something about her soaked sheets.

With Ojiro and Hagakure clean, hydrated, and cuddled up in a freshly-made bed, Tenya decides he’s probably overstayed his welcome. He moves to pick up his clothes, but Ojiro’s tail wraps itself around his stomach, stopping him in his tracks.

“What’s your hurry, Iida?” Ojiro asks. “We’ve still got a couple more hours until lights out.”

“Yeah, stay a little while longer,” Hagakure says.

“I-I don’t want to intr―”

“Tenya.”

Right. It’s not intruding if he was invited.

It takes a little bit of rearranging, but eventually they manage to cram themselves into Hagakure’s bed, with Ojiro pressed against the wall and Tenya just a few centimeters away from the edge of the bed. Hagakure is squished between the two of them, her back to Tenya’s chest.

“Thank you again,” Ojiro says, his voice quiet so he doesn’t disturb his dozing girlfriend. 

Tenya gives Ojiro a sleepy smile. “It’s no trouble at all.”

He has every intention of leaving after Ojiro nods off, but with each passing second, it becomes harder for him to muster up the will to leave their little cuddle pile. Hagakure’s body is warm against his, the weight of Ojiro’s tail draped over his hip is comforting, and the sheets are quite soft against his skin.

Tenya closes his eyes. What’s the harm in staying a little longer?

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product testing

Rating: E Word Count: 3.8k Notes: Gift for Zoe for Planet BNHA. Originally posted to AO3 January 2023. Characters are depicted as 18+.

Tags and content warnings: no quirks, sex androids, android!Iida, mean dom!iida, sub!kaminari, transmasc kaminari, AFAB terms, d/s dynamics, pussy spanking, genital piercings, degradation, face-fucking, squirting, breeding kink, rough sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, belly bulge, aftercare

Summary:

Kaminari Denki is broke. So when Japan's leader in new and innovative sex toys, Uwabami’s Treasures, is searching for individuals to participate in a paid trial of their latest LoveDroid model, the Ingenium, Denki jumps at the chance.

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“Kaminari-san! Welcome, please come in!”

For a facility that specializes in the production of sex androids, the office Denki finds himself stepping into is surprisingly classy. He is dressed comfortably, casually, but he suddenly feels woefully out of place in the big, elegantly-decorated room. He’s pretty sure one of those plush leather chairs would pay his rent for six months, at least.

The room has only one other occupant―a tall, curvaceous woman with long, black hair tied back into a spiky ponytail. She’s dressed very professionally, wearing a vibrant red jewel neck blouse, black slacks, and heels that could probably take someone’s eye out.

“Yaoyorozu Momo,” she says, bowing politely. “I’m the Quality Assurance Lead here at Uwabami’s Treasures.”

Denki returns the bow, albeit a bit awkwardly. “Kaminari Denki. Um. Happy to be here!”

If Yaoyorozu notices his awkwardness, she’s too polite to say anything about it. She takes a seat in one of the big leather chairs, motioning for him to do the same. “I’m thrilled to have you here, but before I send you into the test area, I wanted to share a bit more information with you about the product you’ll be trying out today.”

Denki sits in the chair, feeling himself sink into the leather. It’s big and comfortable, probably an ideal place to take a nap. He’s getting paid for this, though, so he forces himself to pay attention to what Yaoyorozu has to say.

“As you were informed over the phone, you’ll be testing out a new model in our LoveDroid line. Just so you’re aware, this product is entirely sterile―nobody else has used it, and our staff has taken the time to ensure that the room you’ll be testing it in has also been sterilized.”

Yaoyorozu opens a manilla folder on the coffee table and pulls out a pamphlet that reads Ingenium Quickstart Guide, sliding it over to Denki. “You will be with Prototype-72591, currently codenamed Ingenium. For this test specifically, you’ll be testing how it behaves in a kinky environment. It is our most versatile model yet―Ingenium can top or bottom, covers a wide range of dominant and submissive archetypes from daddy dom to bratty sub, and has been programmed with a very nuanced understanding of kinks. Nothing is off-limits to Ingenium.”

“Interesting,” Denki says, picking up the pamphlet. “Sex droids have really come a long way, haven’t they?”

As Yaoyorozu explains Ingenium’s features in greater detail, Denki feels himself getting wet just at the thought of testing out this android. An artificial cock that behaves like the real thing, softening and hardening when you’d expect it to? Cum in the form of lube designed to emulate the look and feel of semen? A self-lubricating mouth with a tongue that has his clit twitching with interest? God, if he doesn’t get in that testing room soon he might soak through his boxers.

“We’ve already programmed Ingenium with your kinks, limits, safewords, and other preferences you’ve outlined in that form we asked you to fill out earlier, but if there’s anything you’ve forgotten, instructions for inputting additional preferences are available in your quickstart guide.” Yaoyorozu stands, picking the folder up and tucking it under her arm. “If you’re ready, I’ll take you to the testing room.”

Denki hopes he doesn’t look too eager when he follows Yaoyorozu out of her immaculately-decorated office and down the stairs to the testing department. They pass several testing rooms before stopping at a door, which is helpfully labeled with Project Ingenium Model 1-A.

“While there is no video feed in this room, there is an audio feed so we can monitor your reactions for quality assurance purposes. It will also allow us to remotely disable Ingenium, should something go wrong,” Yaoyorozu says. “Though Ingenium’s ejaculate is a lubricant that is only intended to emulate the look and feel of semen, condoms are available if you’d prefer to keep the mess to a minimum.”

“Noted,” Denki says. “Is… is there a time limit, or―”

Yaoyorozu gives Denki a knowing smile. “You’ll be permitted to use this room for up to four hours, just in case you want to be very thorough with your testing.”

Denki really hopes he doesn’t look as riled up as he feels. “Good to know.”

“Did you have any other que―”

“No, I think I’m good. I’m ready.”

Yaoyorozu lets out a tiny laugh. “Very well! If you have any questions or you’re in need of anything to assist in your testing, there’s a call button on the nightstand. Thank you again for your time today, Kaminari-san!”

The testing room is a lot like Yaoyorozu’s office in a lot of ways―neat and expensive-looking, with plenty of surfaces to be railed on. Unlike her office, though, it’s dimly lit and much more overtly sexual in nature. There’s a breeding bench and a Saint Andrew’s Cross on one end of the room, the bed has chains and straps attached in a number of places, and there’s a rack bearing spreader bars, handcuffs, and all manner of restraints.

The most important part about this room is the product waiting for him on the bed. Ingenium is a tall, broad-shouldered android, but he looks far more human than Denki was anticipating. He sees no exposed wiring or seams on his naked body, no maintenance hatches or blinking lights. He has short navy hair and warm red eyes, a polite smile on his face.

“Good afternoon,” Ingenium greets. “Kaminari Denki, I presume?”

Denki has been with sex droids before―he’s rented them out at sketchy joints enough times to know that they’re acceptable when he can’t get any from a living, breathing human―but Ingenium sounds nothing like them. He sounds real. Human. It’s a little unsettling.

“Yeah,” Denki says awkwardly. Fuck, Yaoyorou wasn’t kidding when she said Ingenium was highly advanced. He came in here knowing he’s all steel and wires and code, and he still finds himself believing that he’s human. “Um, so… should we just, y’know―”

“It’s perfectly fine to be nervous,” Ingenium says. The smile on his face seems so… warm. Kind. “Rest assured, I will take very good care of you.”

Fuck. And Denki’s getting paid for this. If this is a dream, he hopes he never wakes up.

Denki begins to strip, tossing his clothes unceremoniously to the floor near the door. As he expected, his boxers already have a wet patch at the crotch. A shiver runs up his spine when the cold air of the room hits the slick lips of his pussy.

When he’s stripped bare, Ingenium climbs off the bed and approaches Denki slowly. The cock between his legs is soft―“Our patented RealCock technology behaves exactly like the real thing!”―but the length is already getting him worked up. If Ingenium is that big soft, he wonders if he’ll be able to take the whole thing when he’s hard.

“Are you ready, Kaminari-san?”

“Denki. It, uh… it feels weird being formal when we’re, y’know.” Denki gestures vaguely.

“Very well,” Ingenium says. Denki swears his voice sounds… fond? “Are you ready, Denki?”

“Yes.”

It’s as if a switch is flipped. The warm expression on Ingenium’s face becomes something more stern and militant. “Kneel.”

Denki obeys, nearly stumbling over himself as he gets down onto his knees. He keeps his upper body straight, but not rigid, his legs spread shoulder-width apart. Ingenium circles him slowly, the weight of his gaze heavy upon him.

“You’re already wet,” Ingenium observes. To emphasize his point, he kneels down to Denki’s level and cups his pussy, fingers collecting slick. He pulls his hand back to show Denki. “Are you really that much of an impatient, cock-hungry slut?”

Double fuck. “Yes, sir.”

Ingenium smirks. “At least you’re honest.”

Denki feels a shiver run up his spine. Even if it’s a little back-handed, the praise chasing the degradation is really doing it for him.

“For the next four hours,” Ingenium says, using his slick-coated fingers to tweak one of Denki’s nipples, “you’re mine. You’ll do as I say, when I say it. You are my fucktoy, not the other way around. Do we have an understanding?”

Denki whimpers. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Ingenium releases Denki’s nipple before standing up. “On the bed, slut. On your back, legs spread―I want to get a good look at that pussy.”

Denki nearly trips over himself as he stands up and strides over to the bed. He obediently lies back and spreads his legs, bending them at the knee. Ingenium is there moments later, kneeling down between his spread legs with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Clitoral piercing, hmm? Why am I not surprised?” Ingenium brings his hand up, thumbing Denki’s clit. His touch is gentle, too gentle. Denki pushes his hips up against his hand in search of friction, trying to grind against Ingenium’s thumb, but it meets cold air instead.

Before Denki can complain, there’s a slap. He chokes out a cry, his pussy stinging.

Ingenium moves so he’s leaning over Denki, his stern expression suddenly much darker. He braces one hand on the bed, the other positioned over his pussy. Before he can let out any kind of apology for misbehaving, Denki feels Ingenium’s hand slap down on his cunt, sending sparks of pain-pleasure up his spine.

“Did I fucking say you could grind against my fingers, you pathetic slut?” Ingenium asks between smacks. “My instructions were clear―lay down, spread your legs, show me your pretty little cunt.”

“A-ah, I’m s-sorry, sir,” Denki whimpers. “I―h-haah, fuck!―couldn’t help it.”

“Then you’re off to a very bad start.” Ingenium stops his onslaught on Denki’s pussy, pausing to rub his fingers along his slick lips and swollen clit. “Clearly, whoever trained you wasn’t very good at keeping you in line. I intend to rectify that.”

Denki shudders. He’s dripping now, slick slowly seeping out of his cunt and making a mess of the sheets beneath him. When Ingenium goes back to spanking his pussy, he feels slick splatter onto his thighs. Every wet slap sends another jolt of pleasure through his body, overriding the pain until it’s just barely there.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry, sir,” Denki cries out. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, sir!”

“You will be, if you want my cock.” Ingenium’s hand stills once again, gently rubbing against his abused pussy lips. “Your color?”

“Green, sir.”

Ingenium gives Denki’s pussy one final slap, the wet smack loud in the quiet room. His big, slick fingers spread his folds open, a thoughtful hum escaping him. “You’re already such a mess, and all I did was give you a little discipline. When’s the last time someone fucked you?”

Denki feels his cheeks heat up. “T-two months, sir. I think?”

Ingenium laughs. The humiliation does nothing to keep Denki’s cunt in check―if anything, it only turns him on more. “No wonder you’re already so worked up. Poor, pathetic little thing, nobody around to help you get off.”

Denki whimpers as he feels a thick finger ease its way into his pussy. Ingenium goes agonizingly slow, using his other hand to hold down his hips. He gives a few shallow thrusts, just enough to tease Denki, then pulls his finger out with a dark smirk on his face.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a lot more than just a finger,” Ingenium says.

“Yes, sir,” Denki says, his voice trembling with arousal. “I’ll be good, sir, I―”

Ingenium silences him by grabbing a fistfull of blond hair and tugging sharply. “Talk is cheap. If you want my cock in that pussy, I expect to see action.”

The grip on his hair is so tight, Denki can’t nod, but not so tight he’s scared he’ll suddenly have a bald patch. The part of him with such a keen interest in technology―the part that never shuts up no matter how deep in subspace he is―wants to marvel at the level of engineering required for an android to be capable of this level of restraint. Even as he’s being forced back against the bed, he finds himself wanting to pick the brain of Ingenium’s programmer, get a feel for the trial and error it took to get him to this stage.

Ugh, why does Smart Denki only ever show up when he’s horny?

Denki feels something heavy slap against his cheek lightly, halting his train of thought. He finds himself staring at Ingenium’s cock―long, thick, life-like. It’s even flushed like a real dick.

Will you get a fucking grip, man? Denki asks himself. He can ask Ingenium about his robocock later, if there’s time. Right now, he obviously has some work to do.

“Open,” Ingenium says, his cock smacking down on Denki’s cheek again.

The moment Denki’s mouth is open wide enough to take him, Ingenium pushes his dick in roughly. For the first time in years, Denki actually gags. He’s no stranger to rough treatment, but he’s never taken a dick this big before. Still, he’s not a quitter.

Ingenium only gives him a moment to adjust before he begins to furiously fuck his mouth, balls slapping against Denki’s chin. He braces one hand against the bed, using the other to grab him by the hair and keep him still. Wet, choked-off moans escape Denki with every harsh thrust, spit dripping from the corners of his mouth and along his jawline.

It’s so much to take in, but Denki has never wanted to be a good boy more in his life. His pussy is screaming for attention, so wet it’s impossible to ignore. The temptation to sneak his hand down, to just slip the tip of his finger in is so strong, but the fear of ruining his chances of having Ingenium’s big, perfect cock inside him keeps him in check. For once in his life, Kaminari Denki does not want to push his luck.

He hopes Ingenium makes it to production. He’d sell every possession he owns if it means getting dick this good whenever he wants. Fuck, Denki will probably swear off real cock for the rest of his life if he gets his hands on one. The rentals down at Shinsou’s shitty dive bar definitely don’t fuck his throat like this, or spank his pussy until it’s weeping, or intimidate the brat out of him in the best way possible.

After what feels like eternity, Ingenium pulls out of Denki’s mouth. He looms above him as Denki takes in deep, shuddering gasps of air, still radiating with a dark, lustful aura that sends shivers down his spine. His grip on Denki’s hair loosens, but does not release.

“Your color?” Ingenium asks after Denki’s breathing becomes a bit steadier.

“F-fuck… green, sir,” Denki croaks, his voice demolished. “So fucking green, sir.”

Ingenium maneuvers himself off Denki, walking around to the foot of the bed. The smile on his face is something pleased and proud, the kind of smile that warms Denki from the inside. “I see you didn’t touch yourself. Maybe you do have some discipline, after all.”

Denki shivers. He spreads his legs a little wider, showing off his gushing pussy. Ingenium lets out a little laugh, grabbing him by the ankles and pulling him towards the edge until his legs are dangling off the bed. He runs two fingers along his lips to gather up slick and holds them up so Denki can see them―there’s so much, it drips down Ingenium’s fingers.

“Look how wet you are,” Ingenium says. “Your poor, sweet cunt wants to be fucked so badly doesn’t it?” He roughly shoves his fingers into Denki’s mouth, brushing slick over his lips, his teeth, his tongue. “But you’ll have to work for it.”

Denki sucks on Ingenium’s fingers, tongue lapping at as much of his slick as he can reach. “I’ll d-do anything, sir,” he says. “Anything for your cock.”

Ingenium smirks. “I know. You don’t have any choice.”

Two fingers are pushed into Denki’s hungry cunt. Ingenium’s other hand busies itself with playing with his clit, tugging lightly at the shiny piercing that runs through the mound. The wet slap of skin against skin is so loud in the room, it’s impossible for him to focus on anything else.

He cums screaming when Ingenium adds a third finger, back arching off the bed. Denki isn’t given even a moment to recover before the android picks up his pace, fingers fucking into him harder, faster, deeper with every thrust. He squirms against the sheets, shouting when Ingenium finds his G-spot.

“M-ma-mast-er,” Denki sobs, cunt clenching around Ingenium’s fingers, “please, please, please―”

“Mmh, I don’t know if you’ve earned my cock yet,” Ingenium says, not pausing his relentless assault on Denki’s G-spot. “Your first orgasm wasn’t very convincing. Maybe this next one will be.”

Ingenium’s fingers work into Denki fast and hard, the action smooth thanks to the excessive amounts of slick that drools from his pussy. No amount of begging or pleading is enough to get the android to reconsider, and his second and third orgasm fail to convince him to swap out his thick fingers for that big, fat cock. 

He’s beginning to think he’ll go without Ingenium’s cock when he reaches his fourth orgasm. This one is more intense than the last three, one that makes his legs shake and eyes roll into the back of his skull. He squirts hard, making a mess of more than just himself―the sheets, Ingenium’s arm, probably the floor, too, are soaked.

Ingenium’s fingers stop. “Your color?”

It takes Denki’s brain a moment to catch up with what’s happening. “M’still green, sir.”

“Perfect.” Ingenium removes his fingers, leaving Denki’s pussy uncomfortably empty. “Now, what was it that you wanted me to do? Breed you?”

“Please,” Denki whimpers. “Please, I w-want to be filled with your cum, s-sir.”

Ingenium moves slowly―agonizingly so―as he lines himself up with Denki’s entrance. The head of his cock teases his slick, swollen pussy lips, pulling desperate, needy moans out of him. His legs tremble with anticipation as the android pushes into him, fighting to be a good boy and keep his hips still.

It feels like Ingenium might never bottom out. Denki whimpers and whines as his cunt is filled more and more, barely registering when he finally feels the android’s hips against his.

“A-ahh, ma-mast-er! So f-full, h-hahh―”

Whatever Denki was about to say next is thrown aside when he feels Ingenium begin to thrust into him, becoming a scream of ecstasy. Any coherent thought is drowned out by the loud plap, plap, plap of skin slapping against skin and the cacophony of downright feral groans and growls of the android above him. All he can focus on right now is the feeling of his cunt being used like he’s nothing more than a fleshlight.

Ingenium dips his head down to kiss Denki hard, tongue shoving past his lips without a moment’s hesitation. He feels himself relax a little, welcoming the intrusion eagerly. He moans against his lips, eyes fluttering shut.

How did they even create material that feels so life-like? How are his lips so soft, how does his tongue feel so real, how―

Denki’s next orgasm promptly shuts Smart Denki up, his cunt spasming around Ingenium’s cock and body convulsing with pleasure. His cries are loud, loud enough to make him wonder if this room is soundproof.

Ingenium’s hips still. “Your color?”

“Green, greengreengreen,” Denki chants, his words slurred. His legs wrap around Ingenium’s waist. “Master, breed me, breed me, please!”

He swears he sees Ingenium’s eyes widen with hunger when he begins to move again. As he thrusts, he reaches for Denki’s hand, bringing it down to rest just below his belly button. In his hazy, fucked-out state of mind, it takes Denki a moment to understand what he’s feeling.

Holy fuck, that’s his dick. Holy fuck, that’s hot.

Denki wants to see it, but his body isn’t cooperating right now. There a mirror on the other side of the room… maybe he can get Ingenium to agree to fuck him there. If he can even go another round, that is.

His cunt is so wet and sensitive, it doesn’t take much more for Denki to cum again. He clenches around Ingenium hard, babbling something that might have not been actual words. His meaning must be clear, though, because he feels Ingenium’s release pulsing inside him, filling him so full he feels like he’s going to burst.

Denki is only vaguely aware of Ingenium pulling out of him. He feels himself being carefully lifted up off the bed, his body tucked against something warm and solid. A low, soothing voice is speaking to him as he’s settled down onto a soft, plush surface to be wiped down.

Slowly, Denki comes back to reality. He’s no longer in the play area, but a smaller room attached to it. He’s settled onto a big, comfortable couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket as Ingenium holds him close, playing with his hair.

“Ah, there you are,” he says gently. “Was that to your liking, Denki?”

Denki lets out a giggle. Ingenium’s formality after destroying his insides is… sweet. Cute. “Mm-hmm… best dick I’ve had in a long time.”

“I’m pleased you enjoyed yourself!” He feels the android squeeze him gently. “Will you be alright if I leave you for a moment to get you some water?”

Denki nods, pulling away from Ingenium. He doesn’t even leave the room―the android retrieves a bottle of water from the minifridge in the corner of the room, returning to his side in a matter of seconds. Ingenium opens the bottle and holds it to Denki’s lips, coaxing him into taking a few sips.

“So, um… would it be weird if I asked a few questions about your programming and stuff?” Denki asks when he’s able to hold the bottle on his own.

“I don’t really have a concept of what is and is not weird, Denki,” Ingenium points out. “If my programming allowed for such a thing, I would not be a very effective LoveDroid.”

Right. Nothing is off-limits to Ingenium, as Yaoyorozu said.

Ingenium patiently answers questions about his programming as he tends to Denki’s needs, his voice sweet and soothing even as he gets into more complex terminology that goes right over his head. He’s thorough, both in his explanations and in his aftercare, leaving Denki feeling warm and safe and happy.

And also sleepy. Very sleepy.

At some point, Ingenium stops talking. He lifts Denki off the couch, carrying him over to the very comfortable-looking bed on the other side of the room. He lets out a sweet, contented hum when he’s settled onto the mattress, the smile on his face growing when Ingenium joins him.

“Rest well, Denki,” Ingenium says. “I’ll wake you when your time is up.”

Denki hums, snuggling close to Ingenium’s chest. He’ll probably bitch and moan about having his nap cut short for some stupid exit survey, but he’ll be sure to give the android high marks.

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a class rep's duty | izuku midoriya

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 1.6k Chapter Notes: Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific kinks and content warnings: Anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, comfort sex, nightmares

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There were very few people in this world Tenya was willing to bend or break rules for.

There’s Tensei, though he does his best to do so quietly. Tenya doesn’t like the idea of disappointing his older brother. It’s why he still hasn’t told Tensei the actual story behind his encounter with Stain, even though it physically pains him to keep secrets from him.

There’s Ochaco Uraraka, but he’s never gone past mere ideation. She’s come so far since their first year at U.A., Tenya believes it’d be perceived as more of an insult if he did interfere on her behalf. Still, if she needed him to, he’d break every rule in the book.

There’s Shouto Todoroki, but it’s almost always in collaboration, and very rarely on his behalf. It had surprised Tenya back when they were first years, but now he’s able to tell when his friend has an idea that involves the possibility of detention or house arrest.

And finally, there’s Izuku Midoriya, who is sprawled out on his All Might sheets, squirming and panting and pleading beneath Tenya as he thrusts two slick fingers inside his hole.

Tenya knows he’s risking anything from a simple apology letter to house arrest for being out past lights out, but Midoriya needs him. This was more than just doing his duty as Class Representative―he was helping a friend, a friend who had done so much for everyone without asking for anything in return.

“T-Tenya,” Midoriya whimpers, eyes brimming with tears. “Please, please, need you―”

“Shh,” Tenya soothes, resting his forehead against Midoriya’s. “I’ve got you, my dear. I’ll give you what you need very soon, I promise.”

Midoriya melts under the contact, a soft sob escaping him. Tenya brings a hand up to cup his cheek, swiping his thumb across wet, freckled skin.

“Do you need me to stop?” Tenya keeps his voice gentle, but firm, making it clear that he expects an answer.

Midoriya shakes his head. “No, n-no, don’t stop, I’m sorry―”

“Shh, shh, you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re all right, Izuku.”

Tenya knows that his friend is an emotional person. Midoriya has never once been afraid to cry in the time they’ve known each other, and while some people might poke fun at him for being a bit of a crybaby, Tenya believed it was one of his best traits.

At a time like this, the tears could be confusing. His mind could still be on the terrible nightmare he had woken up from less than twenty minutes ago, or he could be in pain, or he could be having a perfectly natural response to Tenya’s fingers being inside him. Midoriya has never once shied away from using his safeword, but Tenya believed he could never be too careful.

“Almost there, love,” Tenya says gently, easing a third finger into Midoriya. “You’re doing beautifully. I just need you to hold on a little longer.”

Midoriya nods, sniffling pitifully. Tenya feels his heart ache―it’s clear the nightmare is still weighing down on his friend heavily, because he’s not as responsive to his praise as he typically is. He has a feeling it hit a lot closer to home this time around.

Perhaps another distraction is in order. Normally, Tenya likes to shower Midoriya with praise and soft kisses and gentle nips, but none of that is penetrating the noise in his head. He needs something more, and Tenya knows he’s on the right track when he runs his tongue along the underside of Midoriya’s shaft.

“Ahh, hahh, T-Tenya!”

“There you are,” Tenya coos, pressing a soft kiss to his ballsac.

“Please―mmh!―please, your mouth―”

“What about my mouth, sweetheart?” Tenya sinks his fingers deeper into Midoriya, applying gentle pressure to his prostate. He moves up to the tip of his dick, tongue swirling over his slit.

“Please, Tenya, I n-need to feel your mouth,” Midoriya sobs. “Please, please, please!”

“Such a good boy, asking so nicely.” Tenya feels a surge of pride when Midoriya visibly shudders beneath him. “Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”

Delicious whimpers escape Midoriya as Tenya wraps his lips around his thick cock, his fingers continuing to thrust into him as he slowly takes him in. He still struggles a bit to take him all the way, but little by little, Tenya takes more of Midoriya in until he reaches the base. His eyes sting with tears, his jaw aches, but he’s more than willing to put up with some mild discomfort if Midoriya is crying from pleasure instead of anguish.

Like the good boy he is, Midoriya doesn’t thrust up into his throat. Tenya feels Midoriya’s hand settle on top of his head, fingers threading through his hair. He doesn’t pull his hair, nor does he push his head down―he just plays with the soft blue locks, letting Tenya’s mouth warm his cock while he finishes stretching his hole.

Midoriya’s breathing is calmer. His sobbing has subsided, giving way to breathy moans and sweet whimpers. Tension leaves his body, his focus pulled away from the nightmares and to the wet warmth of Tenya’s mouth.

Tenya is reluctant to pull off of Midoriya’s cock when he finishes working him open, but he’s reached the point where the ache in his jaw can no longer be ignored. Slowly, he pulls back, letting out a sympathetic sound when he hears Midoriya whine at the loss. He then removes his fingers, reaching for the strip of condoms and the lube with his other hand.

“My sweet, perfect boy,” Tenya murmurs, tearing open the foil wrapping of one of the condoms with his teeth. “You were so good for me, darling, so patient.”

Midoriya is flushed down to his nipples, body trembling with anticipation. His big, green eyes are still shiny with tears, but his expression is something soft and affectionate. It’s so unlike the desperate and anguished look he had given Tenya when he came into the room a little while ago.

It makes Tenya feel so warm inside, when Midoriya looks at him like that. He gets that feeling with Uraraka and Todoroki, too―a special sort of affection that sits somewhere between platonic and romantic, reserved only for his closest friends. As he rolls on the condom, he wonders if they feel the same way.

Tenya slicks himself up, lining the head of his cock up with Midoriya’s entrance. He eases himself inside, groaning at the tight heat that envelops him. When he bottoms out, he reaches for Midoriya’s hand, entwining their fingers.

“Are you ready, love?”

Midoriya squeezes his hand. “Please.”

Tenya begins to move, leaning down to kiss Midoriya tenderly. He finds that pace between gentle and rough that his partner likes for these circumstances, devouring every sweet moan that leaves him. He uses his free hand to caress and squeeze flushed skin, making every touch count.

“I’ve got you,” Tenya murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Midoriya squeezes his hand tightly, another sob escaping him. “S-sorry, I―”

Tenya shushes him gently, resting his forehead against Midoriya’s. “You’ve nothing to apologize for. You’re doing perfectly, Izuku.”

“Please d-don’t stop. Please.”

“I won’t. Not unless you ask me to.”

Tenya wraps his hand around the base of Midoriya’s heavy, leaking erection. Using the precum that has dribbled down his length as lube, he begins to work his hand up and down Midoriya’s shaft. He jerks in time with his thrusts, reveling in the whimpers and whines that escape his partner.

“Mhh, haa, haa, Tenya,” Midoriya gasps. “I’m gonna―”

Warm, sticky cum splatters onto their stomachs as Midoriya reaches his climax with a high-pitched keen, his back arching. Tenya continues to fuck him through his orgasm, burying his face into the crook of his neck as he gets closer and closer to his own.

“Almost there,” he pants softly, “I’m so close, sweetheart.”

Midoriya shudders beneath him, his hand burying itself into Tenya’s hair. He pulls him up for a messy, passionate kiss, giving him the final push he needs. Tenya cums, his moans muffled by soft, spit-slicked lips as he empties himself into the condom.

They stay like that for a few moments, sweaty bodies pressed together as they come back down. Tenya gently squeezes Midoriya’s hand, waiting for the action to be returned before he releases it. Slowly, he pulls out of his friend, quickly ridding himself of the used condom and reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

“Thank you,” Midoriya whispers as Tenya wipes his spend off of their bodies.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Tenya says kindly, tugging on his briefs and pajama bottoms. He reaches for the All Might comforter that had been shoved aside before they started and leans against the wall, motioning for Midoriya to join him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” Midoriya says, settling down onto his lap. Tenya pulls him to his chest, wrapping the comforter around the two of them. “Safer.”

Tenya tucks Midoriya’s head under his chin. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“All For One,” Midoriya says. “Somehow, he… he came back. He went after everyone I care about―mom, All Might, Kacchan, Uraraka, Todoroki… you. He didn’t just stop at taking Quirks this time. He killed every last one of you, and I… I couldn’t―”

Tenya squeezes Midoriya tightly, kissing the top of his head. “He’s gone. I can’t say there won’t ever be a villain that reaches his level of evil, but I can promise they won’t be him. We saw to that, remember?”

He hears Midoriya sniffle. “Y-yeah.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, holding onto each other tightly. Slowly, Midoriya’s breathing begins to even out, his hold on Tenya becoming slack. He takes that as his cue to get his friend settled into bed for some well-deserved rest.

“Tenya?” Midoriya slurs sleepily.

“Hmm?”

“Will you stay?”

Tenya smiles warmly. “Of course, Izuku.”

What’s one more broken rule, anyway?

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the blood through your bandages

Rating: T Word Count: 2.1k Notes: Inspired by a thought Cardi had on the BNHA Twitter Refuge Discord. Originally posted to AO3 January 2023.

Tags and content warnings: blood/injury, implied/referenced self-harm, engine tune-up, dadzawa

Summary:

At his brother's suggestion, Tenya Iida undergoes the painful process of tuning up his engines―the act of ripping out his baby exhaust pipes to allow for new, stronger ones to grow in their place―on his own in the forest. Unfortunately, the aftercare isn't something he can properly tend to when he's loopy with blood loss.

It's a good thing Shota Aizawa catches him just as he's returning to the dorms.

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In a lot of ways, Tenya Iida takes after his older brother, Tensei. Most of these were good qualities to have, in Shota’s eyes―responsible, earnest, approachable―but the worst quality they shared was the masochistic lengths they’d go to better themselves.

Shota doesn’t make it a habit to get involved in his students’ personal lives. It isn’t rational to do so, and it only leads to unnecessary attachments. Of course, his concerns about attachment had been thrown out the window long ago for this batch of problem children, so maybe it was inevitable that he’d end up finding Iida limping back to the dorms just after he finished room checks.

He’s ready to go for his capture weapon when he finds Iida’s legs are bandaged. Poorly, at that. That’s Shota’s first indication that something is wrong. The next is how unsteady Iida seems to be on his feet, every step uncertain.

“I apologize for my tardiness, Aizawa-sensei,” Iida says, his usual energy gone. He doesn’t even chop at the air. “I will accept any manner of discipline you deem―”

“Are you all right?”

Iida blinks. “Oh! Yes, sensei, everything’s fine!”

Shota approaches Iida, eyes going to the bandages wrapped around his calves. When he sees the backs, he finds that they’re stained red.

“Are you aware you’re bleeding through your bandages?”

Iida jolts. Clearly, he was not. Shota sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. These kids were going to be the death of him. “Get inside. I’ll take a look at them.”

“Ah, there’s no need to trouble yours―”

“Tenya.”

“...Yes, sensei.”

Shota follows Iida into the silent dormitory, nudging him towards one of the sofas while he continues to the kitchen. He takes a can of orange juice from the fridge, returns to the common room and wordlessly hands it to Iida, who accepts it with a nod of gratitude.

The first aid kit Iida had been carrying with him sits open on the coffee table, still stocked with more than enough supplies for Shota to tend to his wounds. Starting with the right leg, he begins to unwind the bandages around Iida’s calf, expecting to see training-related injuries.

He does not expect to find six bloody holes where his class representative’s exhaust pipes should be. The skin just inside the ports is red and irritated, broken in places. Though most of the blood remaining on his skin is from wounds that have started to close up, the two holes near the bottom of his calf are sluggishly bleeding.

“Iida,” Shota asks, managing to keep his voice steady, “what happened?”

“I was tuning up my engines,” Iida answers, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Tensei told me it’s an Iida family secret. By removing my old exhaust pipes, stronger ones will grow in. It maximizes speed, minimizes fuel consumption, and should allow me to move at top speed for longer periods of time.”

Despite the way he slurs some of his words, Iida speaks with pride―Shota finds it hard not seeing the sweet, cheerful four-year-old he used to babysit when Tensei was called in last-minute for patrol or to respond to an emergency. Tenya’s admiration for his brother had only grown over the years, especially during the months following his involuntary retirement at the hands of the Hero Killer. It was touching and all, but that admiration lead to some incredibly idiotic decisions.

“And you chose to do this on your own in the forest,” Shota says, putting pressure on the ports still bleeding. “Why not approach me? Or Recovery Girl? She would’ve at least healed your wounds.”

Iida pauses, taking a swig of his orange juice. “I suppose some part of me assumed that you would get the wrong idea. That, ah… you might believe it was a form of self-harm.”

Shota knows he could probably make that argument. It wouldn’t be the first time Iida let himself needlessly suffer―the compression sleeve he still wears on his left arm from time to time is proof enough―but his class representative isn’t one to lie. He never has been, even when he was just a little kid.

“Tenya, I won’t say I wouldn’t have had any reservations about this,” Shota says, “but what if something went wrong? Doing this on your own could have caused unnecessary damage to your engines or to your legs. You may have already damaged something.”

Iida tenses up, tightening his grip on the can.

“You’re sixteen. Tensei didn’t tune up his engines until his third year. Why he told you now, I don’t know, but you were not ready―”

“With all due respect, Aizawa-sensei,” Iida says, “I disagree.”

Shota looks up from his work, an eyebrow raised. Iida’s expression is something stern, determined.

“Tensei’s class was not relentlessly targeted by villains. He was not put into a position where obtaining a provisional license and taking on a work study a year ahead of schedule was necessary to ensure his safety. Perhaps I did go about this the wrong way, and maybe it is too soon, but that’s no different than what we’ve already been through. What’s one more item on the agenda fast-tracked to ensure I’m equipped to keep my classmates safe?”

It’s a fair enough point. A rational argument. Shota can appreciate that. That still doesn’t change the fact that Iida has lost enough blood to make him unsteady on his feet. It was a miracle he even made it back to the dorms, even if he was late.

“First thing in the morning, I expect you to go to Recovery Girl,” Shota says, leaving no room for argument. “I can keep your wounds clean and bandaged, but I’m not the person who can tell you if you’ve caused yourself lasting harm.” He pauses for a moment before tacking on, “I also expect a written apology for not being back by lights out by tomorrow evening.”

“Yes, sensei. I apologize for causing such trouble.”

“Save it, problem child.” Despite his choice of words, Shota’s tone is fond, tinged with an affection reserved for someone he considers family. If Iida notices, he doesn’t mention it.

A comfortable silence settles over them as Shota cleans away the mess of blood. If Iida is in any pain, he makes no verbal indication of it. As he works, his mind goes to Tensei.

Shota knows that Tensei thinks highly of his little brother. He also knows that having his pro career ended far too soon had probably fucked him up a lot more than he was willing to acknowledge. Tensei wouldn’t knowingly force his own ambitions onto Tenya, but this doesn’t feel like information Ingenium would give to someone who hasn’t even completed his first year in the hero course. This feels like someone trying to live vicariously through someone too blinded by adoration and self-consciousness to see it.

He applies ointment and wraps fresh bandages around Iida’s right calf before moving to the left. The bandages are in a worse state than they were on the other leg, like they’d been wrapped by a preschooler. The bloodstains are larger, darker. Shota grimaces as he begins to unwind the bandages, wondering if he should give Recovery Girl a call after all.

The ports on Iida’s left calf are messier, but Shota is relieved to find that they don’t appear to be in any worse condition than those on the right. All six are still bleeding, but it appears that it’s slowed down to the point where he’s certain Iida isn’t in any real danger. He begins the process of cleaning the wounds, taking great care to not reopen any that appear to have just stopped bleeding.

By the time Iida’s left calf is wrapped in clean bandages and the first aid kit has been packed up, it’s roughly an hour past lights out. Shota gently eases Iida’s legs off of his lap, moving to stand up. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”

Iida must be exhausted, because he doesn’t try to refuse Shota’s help when he guides him over to the elevator, a steadying hand on his shoulder. He all but collapses onto his bed when they reach Iida’s room, eyes sliding shut the moment his head hits the pillow. 

Shota feels the corners of his mouth quirk up into a fond smile as he pulls the blankets up over Iida. He gently pulls off his glasses, setting them down on his nightstand. Once he’s sure his student is settled, he heads for the door.

“Goodnight, Uncle Sho.” Tenya’s voice comes out soft, so quiet Shota thinks he might have imagined it. 

“Goodnight, Tenya,” Shota says, the door shutting behind him with a quiet click.

-x-

The moment Shota is in the privacy of his room in the teachers’ dormitory, he makes a phone call.

It’s late. Normal people might let it go to voicemail, but Tensei Iida answers on the second ring. “Iida speaking,” he says, very clearly still half asleep.

“You’re a goddamned idiot, Tensei.”

There’s a pause. “I’m not going to say you’re wrong, Shota, but do you mind giving a guy some context?”

“Tenya wasn’t back by lights out,” Shota says. “He came back just as I was heading out to track him down, and his calves were a mess.”

“Oh! So we have this tradition―”

“―where you rip out your exhaust pipes and let new ones grow in. I know, the kid explained it to me.” Shota sits down on his bed, kicking off his slippers. “He was bleeding a lot. I don’t even know how he managed to get back to the dormitory in the state he was in.”

“Is he okay?” Tensei asks, suddenly a lot more alert.

“He’s supposed to see the old lady tomorrow morning just in case, but as far as I can tell, Tenya’s fine. He’s sleeping it off now. I’m just hoping his ports look worse than they actually are.”

He hears a sigh on the other end of the line. “That’s good to hear.”

“Why’d you tell him about this, anyway?” Shota pinches the bridge of his nose. “Your parents made you wait until you were a third year before they allowed you to tune up your engines, and you didn’t do it on your own.”

“Hang on, he did what―”

“Tenya went out to the forest to pull his exhaust pipes. He told nobody. Not me, not Recovery Girl, not any of his classmates.”

He hears Tensei curse. “I told him to have someone there in case he passed out―”

“Did you think he would listen?”

“I… yeah, I assumed he would.”

Shota lets out a tired sigh, feeling some of his irritation towards Tensei melt away. “There’s a lot you missed, Tensei. I doubt Tenya has brought it up, since you had your own shit to sort through, but he and his classmates have gone through so much and we’re only part way through second semester.”

Shota knows that his friend has had a rough year. The one time he did manage to visit Tensei while he was in the hospital, he had been a shell of the man he was, trapped in a medicated haze while the doctors tried to save his legs. Nobody had told him about Tenya’s encounter with the Hero Killer until well after the fact, when he was recovered enough to handle the news. Tensei didn’t get to see the extent of his little brother’s grief and rage through the thick fog of painkillers, and with the dorm system in place, he doesn’t get to see how Tenya’s own trauma at Stain’s hand affects his actions even now.

“Tenya is a good kid,” Shota continues. “You’ve taught him so much. Your guidance has made him into a capable leader and has put him on the path to becoming a great hero. But I don’t think you understand just how much he looks up to you―he’s got it in his head that he has failed you, and his way of atoning is pulling shit like prying out his exhaust pipes in the middle of the forest without telling any of his teachers.”

Maybe it’s a lot to drop on someone, but Tensei needs to hear it. Thankfully, Tensei isn’t the type to get defensive―if he were, Ingenium wouldn’t have been known for being a team player.

“Shit… I’ll need to talk to him, then,” Tensei says. “Tomorrow, after he’s had some rest.”

“Please do. Tenya follows orders and takes lessons seriously, but when it comes to his mental health, you might be one of the few people in his life who can get through to him.” Shota absentmindedly rubs at his tired eyes. “I’ve got essays to grade. Have a good rest of your night, Tensei.”

“Yeah, you too, Shota. And thank you for looking after Tenya.”

Shota smiles. “I always look after my family.”

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a class rep's duty | mina ashido

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 1.8k Chapter Notes: Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific kinks and content warnings: Oral sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, tentaclit

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As far as grades were concerned, Mina Ashido was always at the bottom of Class A’s academic ranking. Granted, she was always able to pass her classes―if she hadn’t, Tenya is certain she wouldn’t have maintained her place in the Hero Course, and perhaps not even U.A. as a whole―but the academic portion of their education clearly did not come as naturally to her as the practical portion did.

It isn’t from lack of effort on Ashido’s part. Tenya knows she never misses a single one of Yaoyorozu’s study parties, and if there’s an issue on Yaoyorozu’s end that prevents her from hosting sessions, then Aishido is quick to approach him for tutoring. She might not have the best study habits, and maybe she does procrastinate more than he thinks is healthy, but she tries. 

Though her grades have marginally improved into their third year, Ashido fell into something of a rut. She had met with Tenya and Yaoyorozu after their first couple of exams, openly sobbing about her barely passing grades, when Yaoyorozu made a suggestion.

“Maybe we’re approaching this the wrong way,” she had said. “You know the material, you show up to study, but maybe there’s another factor to this. You’re someone who needs a little motivation… we just need to figure out what will be most effective for you.”

A month and a half later, Ashido is sprawled out on her bed, with Tenya’s head between her thighs. One hand is on his head, pink fingers clutching blue locks of hair, while the other caresses one of her breasts. Soft, breathy moans fill the room as Tenya bites, sucks, licks his way up her thigh, inching closer to her cunt.

Ashido’s most recent exam sits on her desk, with a bright red 78% at the top of the page―her highest score on a written exam yet. With such remarkable improvement came a very special reward.

“Tenya,” she gasps. “Baby, please―”

“Shh, I’m getting there, sweetheart.” Tenya emphasizes his point by running his tongue over her lips, pulling more sweet sounds from her. “I cleared my schedule for this, you know. This exam score was ten percentage points higher than the last. That’s a very big deal, and it means you get me all to yourself tonight.”

For someone so talkative, Ashido appears to be having a hard time forming any coherent thoughts. Every word she tries to get out becomes a soft gasp or a whine. Tenya can’t say the same for her actions, though―she tries to pull him in, tries to push her hips closer to his face, tries reaching down to touch herself. Every time, he rebuffs her, stilling her hand with his own or tightening his grip on her hip.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl, Mina,” Tenya tuts, lightly flicking her clit. The choked moan she lets out goes straight to his dick. “Don’t you want me to reward you for all your hard work? What was it you asked me to do?”

He stops his ministrations, giving her a chance to speak. “Hhha… wanted you to make me cum until I pass out.”

“Right,” Tenya purrs. “How am I supposed to do that if you won’t let me make you cum in the first place?”

Ashido whimpers. “M’sorry―”

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s all right.” Tenya strokes her clit with his thumb slowly. “Play with your tits, suck on your fingers, pull my hair, do whatever you’d like… but don’t go below the waist. That’s my job. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Tenya rewards her by teasing her entrance with his finger. “Just relax, let me make you feel good.”

Ashido is already so wet, slick beginning to drip from her cunt and onto the towel Tenya had taken the time to lay out before they started. He uses two fingers to redistribute it over her pussy lips and onto her clit, which is beginning to emerge. Little by little, with careful strokes and gentle coaxing, Ashido’s pretty tentaclit slithers out from her clitoral hood until it stands at its full length. It wriggles, curling around his index finger.

The first time they had done this, Tenya had been a bit taken aback by the prehensile organ, though not in a bad way. Admittedly, he was probably a little too interested in the scientific aspects of her tentaclit―“Didn’t take you for the type to be into tentacles, Prez!”―but he did get her off, and he apparently did a good enough job to warrant her asking him to do it again.

“So eager,” Tenya coos, gently rubbing her clit between thumb and finger. He hears Ashido keen above him, feels the appendage tighten around his finger. “You know, there’s a lot I want to try with you. Maybe if your next exam score is just a little higher, I’ll see if any of my ideas interest you.”

“Tenya!”

“We’re going to have some fun tonight, don’t worry. In fact, I’m going to try something new right now, if you’ll let me.”

“If it involves you touching me,” Ashido pants, “I’m all for it.”

“Perfect.” Tenya gently pulls his finger from the tentacle’s grasp, then brings his lips to its base. The kiss he presses to it is light, just barely touching the soft flesh, but it reacts as though he had just taken a vibrator at its highest setting to it. He feels Ashido’s tentaclit writhe against his cheek as he slowly begins to trail up, coaxing more sweet sounds out of his partner.

“Please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” Ashido whines. “Let me in, fuck, Tenya, I want to feel your mouth around me, please!”

Tenya hums softly, palming himself through his sweatpants. He opens his mouth, letting the tip of the tentacle pass through his lips. Slowly, he takes more of Ashido in, moaning low and loud when he feels it explore. It brushes down on his tongue, along his teeth, up against the roof of his mouth. He takes her clear down to the base, stopping to let himself process everything that’s happening.

This isn’t like sucking cock. Ashido’s tentaclit isn’t as long or as thick, and it isn’t hard and heavy in Tenya’s mouth. Despite that, his mouth still feels full―the appendage moves of its own accord, swirling around his tongue and pushing against his cheeks. It’s strange… but not unenjoyable.

He wonders how it might feel around his cock. Maybe they’ll try that next time, if Ashido’s grades warrant it.

“Fuck, Prez, your mouth is so hot,” Ashido whines. Her grip on his hair tightens, but she doesn’t try to pull him closer. “Goddammit, I’m so close already.”

Tenya hums. The tentacle jerks in his mouth, stretching as much as it can to seek more of him. He feels the tip press down at the back of his tongue, not quite long enough to make it down his throat. Tenya moans, feeling jolts of pleasure run down his spine as he feels the tentacle begin to pull out, then thrust back in.

Fuck, he wants to know what else this thing can do.

Tenya pushes two fingers into Ashido’s weeping cunt, matching his thrusts with hers. His long fingers find her G-spot quickly, mercilessly pounding against it until she cums screaming his name. He pulls off of her tentaclit, but he does not remove his fingers.

“Tenya,” she groans, “T-Tenya, Tenya, oh my God―”

“We’re not done yet, Mina,” Tenya says, bringing his other hand up to tease her clit. “You did ask me to make you cum until you passed out, remember? I intend to keep that promise.”

Tenya can feel his neglected cock ache at the sight of Ashido gushing pussy and glistening clit. The wet patch in his briefs grows as he pulls a second orgasm out of her with his fingers, then a third. All the while, Ashido becomes less and less coherent, moaning and babbling and crying out with every thrust of his fingers. She has to be loud enough to be heard in the common room, but that isn’t Tenya’s concern right now.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” Tenya says fondly, pushing a third finger into her. “You’ve probably soaked clear through the towel… maybe even through your sheets.”

“Please, please, I c-can’t―”

“You can,” he coos. “You’ve got another in you, I know you do. And another after that.”

“Ten-yaaahh, fuck!”

Tenya feels her cunt clench around his fingers as she reaches her fourth orgasm. He leans down, taking her tentaclit back into his mouth. He bobs his head, fucking his fingers into her faster, faster, pushing her closer and closer to her another climax.

He pulls off her clit with an obscene pop. “One more, sweetheart, one more. Can you be a good girl and cum one more time for me?”

Ashido whimpers. Her words come out a garbled mess, but she pulls him closer to her cunt. She needs one final push, and he gives it to her in the form of taking her wriggling tentaclit down to the base.

Her fifth and final orgasm doesn’t quite render Ashido unconscious―at least, not long enough for Tenya to notice―but it does leave her legs trembling and limbs heavy. She lets out a shaky, contented sigh, a sweet and sleepy smile spreading across her lips.

“Are you alright?” Tenya asks, voice tinged with concern. “I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

“Feel great,” Ashido slurs. “Thank you.”

Tenya feels some of the anxiety leave him. He brings a hand up to stroke Ashido’s cheek, smiling when she melts under his touch. “I’m going to get something to clean you up. I’ll only be gone a moment. Will you be alright?”

Ashido nods. Tenya retrieves a damp washcloth from her bathroom and a bottle of water from her minifridge, returning to her side as quickly as he can without activating his Quirk. He gently eases her into a sitting position, propping her up against the wall and pressing the bottle into her hand. “Can you drink this for me while I get you cleaned up?”

“Mm-hmm.” Ashido does as she’s asked, taking small sips of water while Tenya carefully wipes away the mess of slick and cum without working her up. When he’s finished, he takes the washcloth and the towel he had laid out and tosses them aside to be dealt with later.

“You didn’t finish?” Ashido asks, motioning towards the bulge in Tenya’s sweatpants.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tenya says. “Tonight was about you.”

“At least let me help you out. You did just make me cum five times.”

“I appreciate the offer, but you look exhausted. I promise, not getting off isn’t going to kill me.” Tenya gently takes the half-empty water bottle from Ashido and sets it down on her nightstand. “Would you like me to stay a little longer?”

Ashido smiles. “I hope you’re a cuddler, big guy.”

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i've got you waiting for me (underneath the christmas tree)

Rating: E Word Count: 4.2k Notes: Gift for Shinii for Planet BNHA. Originally posted to AO3 December 2022. Characters are depicted as 18+.

Tags and content warnings: pro heroes, polyamory, established D/s dynamics, bondage, ball gags, nipple clamps, nipple play, butt plugs, spit-roasting, face-fucking, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration, quirk play, aftercare, dom!shinsou, sub!iida, top!deku, top!shinsou, bottom!iida

Summary:

Izuku has been in America for the past month on hero work and is set to return the night before Christmas. When he comes home, Hitoshi has a very special present waiting for him―their sweet boyfriend Tenya wrapped up beneath the tree.

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It has been just over a month since Izuku has seen either of his partners in person. Being Japan’s Number One Hero, it was to be expected that Deku would be in high demand, especially for important team-up requests from abroad. The fact that he was busy didn’t bother Tenya or Hitoshi, and he was grateful for it. Despite how often their schedules conflicted, the three of them made things work, building a sustainable and loving relationship that felt like it could withstand anything.

The past month had been long and draining. Deku’s one team-up request in America had become two, then six, then ten. He didn’t turn a single one of them down, and while he was happy to help where he could, he couldn’t deny that it left him exhausted. 

Back home, his boyfriends each had their own issues. Tensei had been hospitalized two weeks back―nothing life-threatening, but definitely serious enough to warrant a week-long stay at the hospital. Tenya had been something of a nervous wreck the entire time, fretting over his brother’s health while pulling double duty at Iidaten to ensure he didn’t come back to a massive backlog of paperwork that needed to be filed. Meanwhile, Hitoshi’s underground work has picked up, as it tends to do during the holidays. It gets heavy, some of the things he gets involved with, but Izuku knows that what Hitoshi does makes a difference.

Now, he’s back in Japan on the night before Christmas, sitting in the passenger seat of Ochaco’s car. She pulls up the driveway to the house Izuku shares with his boyfriends, where they find Hitoshi waiting for them on the porch. The car has just barely come to a stop when he unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he races over to pull Hitoshi into his arms.

“Oh my God, I missed you,” Izuku breathes.

Hitoshi returns the embrace, letting out a soft laugh. “I missed you, too,” he says warmly. “We both did.”

“Where is Tenya? Is he okay?” Izuku pulls back a little, brow furrowing with concern. “I know Tensei getting sick really worried him―”

Hitoshi cuts Izuku off before he can start rambling. “Tenya’s fine, babe. He’s just a little preoccupied right now.”

With Ochaco and Hitoshi’s help, Izuku’s things are quickly brought into the house and settled down next to the door to be dealt with after he’s had some time to relax. Hitoshi offers her a cup of coffee, but she politely declines.

“I better go―Katsuki and I are supposed to be meeting his parents for dinner tonight, and I don’t wanna be late.” Ochaco gives them each a hug. “Give Tenya my best!”

“Will do,” Hitoshi says.

“Have a safe trip, Ochaco,” Izuku adds, “Tell Kacchan we said hi!”

“Of course! Have a good night!”

Ochaco leaves, shutting the door behind her. Izuku shrugs off his coat and hangs it up on the rack by the door. He begins to move towards the staircase, intent on showering before he sleeps for twelve hours―and hoping to convince at least one of his partners to join him―but Hitoshi stops him.

“I know you’re tired, but I do have a surprise for you,” he says. His voice is low with a suggestive undertone that immediately catches Izuku’s attention. “Of course, if you’re not up for it―”

“I’m up for it,” Izuku says a little too quickly. He’s suddenly not all that tired.

Hitoshi smiles. He motions for Izuku to be quiet, then begins to walk down the hall. He leads them down to their darkened living room, where the only source of light is the fireplace and the Christmas tree. What he finds beneath the tree makes him stop in his tracks and his dick twitch in his pants.

Tenya is naked, lying on the fluffy red fabric of the tree skirt and bathed in the warm light of the fire a few meters away and the tree above him. Red silk ribbon binds him with his legs spread and knees pulled up to his ears, black padding strapped to his calves to prevent his exhaust pipes from digging into his skin. His wrists are tied in front of him, resting on his chest. A red ball gag sits between his lips, already beginning to shine with excess spit. At the base of his erection, there’s a neatly-tied bow. Beside Tenya sits a bottle of lube, a strip of condoms, and a set of shiny blue nipple clamps that have a long, thin length of silver chain connecting them.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

“We kept up with the news in America,” Hitoshi says, wrapping his arms around Izuku's waist from behind. “You worked so hard, ‘Zuku. Tenya thought you deserved a treat, and I agreed.”

“Is he allowed to cum?”

“You get to make that decision tonight. Make Tenya cum until he passes out, edge him until he’s crying for it, or just don’t let him cum at all.” Izuku feels Hitoshi’s hand drift down towards his belt. “Use him however you’d like. He’ll take everything you give him like the good little cockslut he is.”

From under the tree, Tenya lets out a soft whimper. It’s such a sweet sound, one Izuku missed hearing in person instead of through his headphones. “And what about you, Hitoshi?”

“I won’t be left out, don’t you worry.” Hitoshi tugs off Izuku’s belt and throws it aside. “Strip. Your present has waited long enough.”

Izuku doesn’t need to be told twice―he has just enough self-control remaining to keep himself from actually tearing his clothes off his body, shedding warm layers and tossing them to the floor alongside his coat. When he’s finally naked, cock half-hard and lust beginning to course through his veins, he looks back to Hitoshi for permission.

“Go on,” Hitoshi says fondly, sitting down on the couch. “I’ll join in a bit. Right now, I just want to watch.”

“Thank you, sir,” Izuku says. He slowly approaches Tenya, taking a moment to breathe, to get into the right headspace, to think about what he wants to do with him.

“Christ, you look so pretty, Tenya.” Izuku kneels down beside his boyfriend. He cups his cheek, thumb stroking flushed skin. “Hitoshi says this was your idea. You’re such a thoughtful partner.”

Tenya leans into Izuku’s touch. It’s such a soft, affectionate action, he can’t help but smile. “I’ve thought a lot about what I wanted to do with you and Hitoshi while I was away. I don’t know where to even begin.”

Izuku brings his hand down slowly, ghosting over Tenya’s throat and down to his chest. He hears more sweet moans when he gropes one of his pecs, humming softly in response. “Maybe we’ll start here. That’ll give me some time to think about what I’m going to do to you.”

Izuku hears Tenya keen when he pinches his nipple between two of his fingers. He gives the sensitive nub a light tug, pulling more moans and whimpers from the man beneath him. With his free hand, he reaches for the nipple clamps.

He spares a glance over to Hitoshi, who has stretched out on the couch. He’s naked, toned and scarred body bathed in the warm glow of the fire. He’s not touching himself yet, but Izuku can tell that he’s enjoying the show so far―his dick is half-hard, his eyes are dark with lustful hunger, and the smile on his face has a sadistic edge that drives him insane.

Fuck, he wants to drag Hitoshi over here now. He wants to suck his cock while he plows into Tenya. He wants to take turns filling their boyfriend up until his poor sensitive hole is overflowing with their cum. He wants to watch Hitoshi ride Tenya while he fucks his throat. But he knows better―if he wants any of that to happen, he needs to work for it.

Izuku turns his attention back to Tenya, attaching the clamps to his nipples. He takes the chain into his hand, giving it a light, experimental tug. The soft gasp he hears in response goes straight to his dick. “Do you like that, big boy?”

Tenya nods, whining when Izuku pulls the chain again, a little harder this time. He can see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, glinting in the light of the fire. He allows himself to stare for just a moment, drinking in the beauty of his big, strong, powerful partner bound beneath him, completely at his mercy. Izuku brings his other hand up to his face, brushing away a stray tear with a knuckle.

“I missed you,” he says sincerely. “I missed seeing you like this. You’re so perfect, Tenya.”

Izuku feels Tenya shudder beneath him, a tiny whimper escaping him. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then, he gives the chain another light tug. With every gentle touch, every loving caress, every tender kiss to his skin, there’s another pull of the chain. Every sweet sound that makes its way past the gag in Tenya’s mouth spurs Izuku on until inspiration finally strikes him.

Izuku releases the chain for a moment, bringing a hand up to slip the gag out of Tenya’s mouth. He leans in for a messy kiss, shoving his tongue past Tenya’s spit-slicked lips. One hand comes up to tangle itself into disheveled blue hair, while the other feels around for the cold metal of the chain.

“What’s your color, sweetheart?” Izuku asks when he pulls away.

“Green,” Tenya pants. “Please, sir, I need you―”

“Shh, baby… I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Izuku lifts the chain, bringing it up to Tenya’s mouth and pushing it past his lips. “Be a good boy and hold on to this for me. Don’t let go of it for any reason unless one of us gives you permission. Understand?”

Tenya goes to nod, but the action is interrupted by a sharp gasp when the chain in his mouth pulls at the clamps. Izuku can hear Hitoshi let out a huff of laughter from behind him.

“Oh, that was mean,” Hitoshi says fondly.

“He loves it,” Izuku says. He brings his hand down to Tenya’s red, leaking cock, giving it a few lazy strokes. “You love having your poor, sensitive nipples abused, don’t you?”

Tenya shudders beneath him. Izuku thumbs at the head of his lover’s cock, smearing the bead of precum across flushed skin. “You’re already making such a mess just from me playing with your nipples. Were you really that starved for attention?”

From behind him, Izuku can hear Hitoshi approach. He releases Tenya’s cock, smiling mischievously when he lets out a whine at the loss of contact. His boyfriend looks up at him with big, pleading eyes, shifting pitifully in his restraints.

“I asked you a question, Ingenium,” Izuku says.

Tenya whimpers, trying to nod without pulling the chain. Tears of desperation are pooling up in the corners of his eyes as he slowly raises his head until the chain is taut, then lowers his head. The action is slow enough to be considered small, subtle, easy to miss―the perfect excuse to tag Hitoshi in.

A hand strikes Tenya’s ass, the sharp smack of skin against skin ringing out in the living room. Tenya shrieks, jerking his head back sharply and tugging at the chain hard. He cries out, but does not release the chain.

“You know that good boys answer right away when they’re asked a question, Tenya.” Hitoshi brings his hand down hard on Tenya’s ass a second time, then a third. “Remember, Izuku doesn’t have to let you cum tonight. If he really wants to, we could just leave you here while we have a little fun in our room.”

“One last chance,” Izuku says. “Were you starved for attention? Did you miss me that much?”

This time, Tenya nods properly. He sobs when the chain pulls at his nipples, body beginning to tremble. Izuku smiles, rewarding Tenya with a soft kiss to the tip of his dick. “There we go. Good boy.”

Hitoshi kneels down beside Tenya, taking the chain out of his mouth. “Color?”

“Green, sir,” Tenya breathes.

Hitoshi smirks, letting the chain fall from his hand. “Izuku, what did you want to do next?”

Izuku hums thoughtfully. His gaze travels down Tenya’s body, stopping between his legs. There’s a plug sitting snugly in his hole, a festive peppermint swirl staring back at him. He’s already been prepped. How thoughtful. He reaches down to play with the plug, lightly rocking it back and forth into Tenya. “I want to wreck our good boy’s hole while you fuck his throat. I don’t want him to be able to speak tomorrow.”

Tenya whimpers. He looks over to Hitoshi, who chuckles darkly. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Turbo Hero?”

“Y-yes sir,” Tenya says. “Please, sir, I want to choke on your cock.”

Hitoshi moves from where he sits beside Izuku to kneel behind Tenya, knees planted on either side of his head. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Izuku lets himself watch his partners for a moment. Hitoshi looms over Tenya, hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Though he stares down at their boyfriend with a dark, hungry look on his face, the glow of the fire and the lights in the tree behind them seem to soften his expression just a little. Even as he slaps Tenya’s cheek obscenely with his cock and orders him to open his mouth, all Izuku can think at that moment is that they’re beautiful together.

He really, really missed them.

Remembering that he’s in the middle of a scene, Izuku stops playing with the plug in Tenya’s ass and pulls it out. He reaches for the lube, slicking himself up as Hitoshi shoves his cock into Tenya’s mouth. When he’s fully sheathed, he pauses, bringing a hand down to ghost over their boyfriend’s throat.

“Good boy,” Hitoshi murmurs. “Perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t you?”

“Fuck, I missed this ass” Izuku coos, dick slipping into Tenya with ease. “Feels even better than I remember… so hot and tight. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

The moment Izuku bottoms out, Hitoshi moves. He thrusts hard into Tenya’s mouth, filling their warm, cozy living room with messy choking sounds. Izuku matches his pace, mercilessly drilling into their partner, adding the wet slapping of skin and low grunts to the mix. Tenya trembles beneath him, his cock weeping precum and thoroughly soaking the bow wrapped around the base.

Hitoshi leans forward, planting one hand on the floor near Tenya’s hip for leverage. With the other, he lifts the chain connected to the nipple clamps and gives it a sharp tug. The cry Tenya lets out is a sloppy, choked-off sound that goes straight to Izuku’s dick.

“Now who’s being mean?” Izuku teases.

“I’m supposed to be the mean one,” Hitoshi says, pulling the chain again. “And it’s just like you said―he loves it. Look at the mess he’s making.”

Tenya’s body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat that shines with the light of the fire. Slobber covers his chin, lazily dripping down his jaw and clinging to Hitoshi’s skin. Every thrust of Izuku’s hips makes precum splatter onto his stomach.

Beautiful.

Izuku knows he’s found Tenya’s prostate when he hears him scream around Hitoshi’s dick. He focuses his thrusts there, hands gripping his boyfriend’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Are you going to cum for me, Ingenium? Are you going to make an even bigger mess of yourself?”

He feels Tenya’s walls clench around his cock when he climaxes, cum spurting over his chest and stomach. The sight of it is enough to push Izuku over the edge, cumming deep inside of him. Not long after, he hears the telltale gagging of Tenya swallowing down Hitoshi’s load.

Izuku pulls out of Tenya, pausing to admire the mess beneath him. A warm, affectionate feeling settles into his chest―he’s one of the only two people in the world who gets to see straight-laced, by-the-book Ingenium in such a debauched state. Only they get to see how pretty he looks covered with sweat, spit, and cum. Only they get to see his hole dripping with their seed after they’ve used him. Only they get to hear him whimper and moan and beg for release.

Hitoshi pulls out of Tenya’s mouth, giving him a moment to breathe. “Color?”

“Green, sir” Tenya croaks.

“Good,” Izuku says, untying the ribbons binding Tenya’s legs, “because we’re not done with you yet.”

A soft whimper escapes Tenya as his partners change their positions. Hitoshi lets out a low whistle when he sits down between Tenya’s legs, reaching down to spread his ass open. “Holy shit, Izuku, you came a lot. I don’t know if he’ll be able to take any more.”

“He can. Can’t you, big boy?” Izuku leans over to kiss Tenya deeply, humming contentedly at Hitoshi’s lingering taste. “You can take another load, right?”

Tenya nods desperately. “Y-yes sir. Please, fill me up.”

An idea suddenly comes to Izuku. He and Hitoshi exchange glances. After a moment, he asks, “Could take two more?”

Tenya visibly shudders. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Hitoshi sinks three fingers into Tenya without any resistance. 

Izuku activates Blackwhip, dark tendrils wrapping around Tenya’s ankles and holding his legs apart. While Hitoshi stretches Tenya’s messy hole to accommodate the two of them, Izuku lifts his boyfriend’s right leg and bends it at the knee. He unclasps the strap of the black padding that covers his retracted exhaust pipes, where only a few millimeters of steel protrude from his calves. Gently, he circles his thumb over the tip of one of the pipes, earning a low whine in response.

“Did you clean your exhaust pipes today?” Izuku asks.

“This afternoon, sir,” Tenya answers, a slight tremor in his voice. “I felt I should be prepared for anything.”

“Such a smart boy. You really know what I like, don’t you?” Izuku dips the tip of his finger into the pipe, gently rubbing against the inner rim.

“Mh-hh… ah-hha―s-sir, a little deeper, please,” Tenya pants.

The discovery that Tenya’s exhaust pipes were sensitive had been a surprise for Izuku. He had suspected that the skin around the ports would be sensitive, but it never occurred to him that the pipes themselves would be, too. This discovery had also been an accident―they had been in the middle of foreplay, Tenya balls deep in Izuku’s mouth when his fingers brushed against the cool steel protruding from his calves. What resulted was a very premature orgasm that left Tenya red-faced with embarrassment and Izuku trying hard not to laugh.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” Izuku says, allowing another finger to slip into one of the other pipes. “As much as I love seeing you get off on me playing with your pipes, I don’t want you cumming too quickly.”

Between Hitoshi opening him up further and Izuku teasing his pipes, Tenya is hard in record time. Not wanting to push him any closer to his next orgasm, Izuku stops his ministrations and straps the padding back onto his calf, much to Tenya’s disappointment. He gives his thigh an apologetic pat, turning his attention to Hitoshi. “What do you think? Is he ready?”

Hitoshi removes his fingers, licking Izuku’s cum off of them. “He’s ready.”

Izuku stands, creating more tendrils and wrapping them around Tenya’s thighs and torso. He effortlessly hoists his fiancée up, holding his legs open so Hitoshi can stand between them. He approaches from behind, pressing his chest against Tenya’s back and settling his hands on the underside of his thighs.

“Still green?” Izuku asks, kissing the back of his neck.

“Mmh… yes, sir.”

“Perfect.” Izuku gives Tenya’s ass a gentle squeeze. “You’re doing so we-aah Hi-Hitoshi!”

From over Tenya’s shoulder, Hitoshi grins mischievously. A slick hand spreads (cold!) lube over Izuku’s neglected cock, his brain short-circuiting at the contact. “Oops,” he says cheekily, “didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“So mean,” Izuku says, lining himself up with Tenya’s entrance. “Ready, big boy?”

Tenya nods. “Yes, sir, please, pleaseplease ahh hah hh!”

Izuku slips into Tenya’s sensitive hole easily. He gives his thighs a gentle squeeze as Hitoshi slowly joins him, groaning as their cocks grind against each other. He hears Tenya moan obscenely, feeling his head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Aah! Please―ngh!―please move, sir,” Tenya whimpers, body trembling. “Please, please, I can take it!”

They don’t make him wait any longer. Tenya screams as Hitoshi and Izuku slam into him, his hot, cum-coated walls twitching around them. The feeling of Hitoshi’s cock pressed against his provides delicious friction with every thrust. Izuku knows he isn’t going to last long―he never does on the rare occasions they both take Tenya’s greedy hole together.

“Good boy, Tenya,” Hitoshi pants, gripping his hips tightly. “You take us both so well, such a―a-ahh―perfect slut.”

Izuku hears Tenya sob in response, moaning and babbling incoherently. He can feel Tenya’s legs try to move to wrap around Hitoshi’s waist, but Blackwhip keeps them firmly in place.

“You feel so good,” Izuku says, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his neck and along his shoulders. “Both of you. Fuck, I’m so close.”

Hitoshi leans in, mouthing at Tenya’s jawline. “Me, too. Are you going to take every last drop, Ingenium?”

Tenya nods, too far gone to let out anything remotely resembling words. Izuku reaches around to stroke Tenya’s leaking dick, relishing the sweet, overstimulated sobs that escape him. “You can cum whenever you’re ready, baby boy. You’ve earned it.”

It only takes a few more strokes for Tenya to come undone, throwing his head back and crying out in ecstasy. His walls clench around Izuku and Hitoshi’s cocks as they fuck him through his orgasm. Hitoshi leans forward, capturing Izuku’s lips in a rough, messy kiss over Tenya’s shoulder.

They cum one after the other, the start of Izuku’s orgasm triggering Hitoshi’s own. Izuku puts all his concentration into maintaining Blackwhip, not wanting to risk dropping―or worse, injuring―Tenya with a fluctuation in power level. The tight heat of Tenya’s hole becomes slick and messy with their cum, dripping down their shafts and onto their floor.

The moment they pull out, Izuku gently lowers Tenya down onto the tree skirt, letting Blackwhip’s tendrils disperse. He unties Tenya’s wrists and carefully eases off the nipple clamps, then pulls him into his arms. He holds him tightly, running his fingers through sweat-drenched blue hair as he soothes him through the emotional aftermath of their scene.

“Was I… was I good?” Tenya asks, voice hoarse.

“You were perfect,” Izuku says, lips brushing against Tenya’s forehead. “You’re always so perfect for us. Right, ‘Toshi?”

Hitoshi, who has just returned with some damp washcloths and a bottle of water for each of them, hums in agreement. He joins them by the fire, kneeling down next to them and pressing a gentle kiss to Tenya’s temple. “You did beautifully tonight, Tenya. I think Izuku really liked his present.”

Izuku nods, watching Hitoshi carefully wipe away the cum that covers Tenya’s chest and stomach. “I loved it. I missed being able to touch you, both of you.”

He feels Tenya nuzzle him sweetly. “We missed you, too.” His voice is so soft and scratchy, Izuku nearly misses it.

“Let’s get some water in you,” Hitoshi says, opening one of the bottles and holding it up to Tenya’s lips. “Then we’ll get you cleaned up. We can cuddle more after we’ve had a bath.”

A warm bath and a change of clothes later, the three of them are piled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tenya is tucked between Izuku and Hitoshi, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. The big, thick All Might-themed quilt Izuku’s mom made for him back when he was still in primary school is draped over their laps. Everything feels warm, cozy… like home.

Izuku fills his partners in on his adventures Stateside, keeping his voice low so he doesn’t disrupt the comforting atmosphere they’ve built in their living room. As he finishes telling them about one of the team-up missions he went on with The Skycrawler, he suddenly becomes aware of just how tired he is―between the warmth of the fire, the weight of Tenya’s body pressed against his side, and his jet lag, he’s having a difficult time keeping his eyes open.

He should probably say something. He should probably offer to carry Tenya up to their room before he gets too sleepy, but he doesn’t want to uproot him or Hitoshi… not while they look so comfortable and happy here, snuggled up together on their couch. So, Izuku rests his head on Tenya’s shoulder, listening to Hitoshi’s soothing voice as he goes off on a tangent about The Skycrawler’s vigilante history in Naruhata. As he begins to drift off, he’s vaguely aware of someone laying him down, their fingers gently carding through his hair.

“Sweet dreams,” he hears a soft, somewhat scratchy voice whisper as sleep pulls him into its welcoming embrace. “We love you.”

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a class rep's duty | yuga aoyama

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 2.9k Chapter Notes: Characters are depicted as 18+. Aoyama is femme-leaning and uses they/them pronouns.

Chapter-specific kinks and content warnings: Implied/referenced gender dysphoria, lingerie, makeup, handjobs

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“Thank you again for coming on such short notice, Iida.” 

“It’s no trouble, Aoyama,” Tenya says. “I apologize I wasn’t here sooner. I wasn’t sure what you might need tonight, so I wanted to make sure I covered all my bases.”

Normally, Tenya would not be so lenient about his terms for his more sexual offerings for office hours. He required a few hours' warning, bare minimum, to allow himself to get into the right headspace and take care of any necessary preparations. Tonight, though, was different―it wasn’t a matter of working through some frustration or experimenting with something on someone they trusted.

This was something more personal to Aoyama. Something that Tenya believed was worth keeping his mouth shut about his terms, just this once.

Aoyama sits down on their bed. They look tired, miserable, their eyes missing that ever-present twinkle. “Do you remember what you did last time?”

“I remember,” Tenya says. “Is that what you’d like me to do tonight?”

“Please.”

Tenya offers Aoyama a comforting smile. “Let me get set up. In the meantime, pick out something that makes you feel pretty. Can you do that for me, chéri?”

Tenya’s French isn’t great, but what little he has picked up in the time he’s known Aoyama never fails to make them smile. Their cheeks turn pink and Tenya sees a tiny sparkle in their eyes, but he still has a long way to go before he can really say he’s helped.

While Aoyama roots through their wardrobe, Tenya opens his bag and begins pulling out everything he’ll need―the sparkly eyeshadow palette, the shimmery lip gloss, the nice set of brushes, the makeup wipes. He arranges them on the nightstand, setting his bag down nearby in case he ends up needing something else, then turns to check on Aoyama.

In one hand, they hold their robe, a plush lavender thing that Tenya has seen them wear around the common room in the early morning. In the other, they have something blue and glittery, but he can’t get a very good look at it. He strains to see what Aoyama has, but they quickly tuck it into the robe.

“You’ll see it soon, mon cher,” Aoyama teases. “I… I would like it to be a surprise, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Tenya says.

While Aoyama changes in their bathroom, Tenya begins to consider what he wants to do. Last time, he had more than enough time to do Aoyama’s hair and makeup, foundation and all. With lights out close, he’s forced to stick with eyeshadow and lip gloss, maybe eyeliner and a simple but elegant updo. Fortunately, he’s good under pressure.

After about ten minutes, Aoyama emerges. The robe carefully conceals whatever it is that they’re wearing underneath. Tenya’s mind runs wild with the possibilities―he knows Aoyama’s amassed quite the collection of lingerie thanks in no small part to Aishido and Hagakure―and every last one of them would be enough to make his dick hard. He’s quick to reign it in, reminding himself that Aoyama might not necessarily want things to play out exactly as they did last time.

“Ready?” Tenya asks, smiling warmly.

Aoyama nods, taking a seat on the bed. Tenya takes the chair sitting at their desk and pulls it over towards the bed, sitting down across from his classmate. He reaches out for his brushes and the sparkly eyeshadow palette, opens it, and gets to work.

There’s an intimacy to doing someone’s makeup. Tenya remembers being much younger, watching Tensei do Nemuri’s eyeliner because his hand was much steadier than hers when it came to finer details. He’d do her hair, too―sometimes simple curls, sometimes complex braids―and he’d enlist Tenya’s help to hold bobby pins or elastics. Though Nemuri and Oniisan were never romantic, they had an undeniable bond.

Those memories are bittersweet now that Kayama-sensei is gone, but they’re nice to have. It’s his own little secret, a side of Midnight that none of his classmates ever really got to see.

“Have you talked to Inui-sensei lately?” Tenya asks as he blends a midnight blue into a deep purple.

“Oui. He’s been a great help―had it not been for him, I may not have had the courage to come out to my parents―but sometimes I need something different. You understand, non?”

Tenya hums softly. “Indeed.”

Once he’s satisfied with his work on the eyeshadow, Tenya picks up the hand mirror Aoyama keeps on their nightstand and turns it towards them. He feels the corners of his lips quirk up into a gentle smile when Aoyama’s eyes widen in delight.

“Iida, mon ami, your choice of color is très magnifique!” Aoyama looks up from their reflection to meet Tenya’s gaze. “It will go perfectly with what I have on.”

Tenya beams. He returns the mirror to its rightful place on Aoyama’s nightstand, along with the eyeshadow palette and the brush. Then, he picks up the eyeliner, a simple black liquid liner from a brand that his mother was always fond of. “Close your eyes.”

Aoyama does so, remaining perfectly still as Tenya sets to work. “I meant to ask last time, but I think I had been so… distraits, it slipped my mind. You don’t wear makeup yourself, non?”

“Not often,” Tenya says, pulling back slightly to make sure the winged eyeliner looks even. “To be perfectly honest, I feel a bit silly wearing it… I don’t think I do quite as well on myself as I do others.”

Aoyama makes a doubtful noise. “You’re too hard on yourself, mon cher. I’ve seen your work on Ochaco and Tsuyu… you’re very good.”

Tenya smiles, feeling his cheeks heat up at the praise. “Thank you, Aoyama.”

“Do you mind me asking how you learned?”

His smile falters just a little. Tenya is thankful Aoyama’s eyes are still closed―it wouldn’t do to start unloading on someone he’s supposed to be helping. “Niisan, mostly, and an old friend of his.”

Tenya makes one final adjustment to the eyeliner before replacing the cap on the pen. “You can open your eyes, Aoyama.”

Again, Tenya shows Aoyama their reflection. This time, the twinkle in their eyes is more vibrant, so much closer to what he’s used to seeing… but there’s still a little ways to go.

Tenya swaps the mirror for the assortment of lip gloss he brought with them, letting Aoyama swatch the shades they were most interested in on his arm. After some deliberation, they settle on a shimmery blue. Tenya applies the lip gloss with a steady hand, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration.

After setting aside the lip gloss, Tenya checks the time on Aoyama’s alarm clock―there’s still just over an hour before lights out, enough time for a few finishing touches. He applies blush and dusts a healthy amount of glitter over their cheeks, fusses with their hair until it’s that stylish sort of unkempt that he sees on the covers of high-end fashion magazines, then goes for the mirror one final time.

Aoyama’s eyes go wide with wonder, glittering vibrantly. Their smile grows until it reaches their eyes, a light-hearted giggle escaping them. They bring a hand to their cheek, just barely brushing their fingers against it.

“Aoyama?” Tenya asks, voice soft.

“I don’t know how you do it, mon cher,” Aoyama whispers, “but I feel so… beautiful.”

Tenya opens his mouth to reply, but his train of thought crashes when Aoyama stands and slips out of their robe. Ah. He had nearly forgotten.

Aoyama wears a bustier with sheer black mesh and shimmery blue floral lace. The bustier has thin, elegant straps at the shoulder and above the triangle cups at the chest. Thin garter straps are attached to thigh-high fishnet stockings. Tenya can feel his cheeks heating up as he takes in the sight before him, but his gaze lingers at the matching G-string. The thin blue lace just barely conceals Aoyama’s length.

Tenya tries―really tries―to get something out. A compliment, a cheeky comment, some of his terrible French, but all that escapes is a soft moan. If his cheeks were hot before, they’re absolutely burning right now.

Aoyama giggles in earnest, the twinkle in their eyes back in full force. They look radiant, worthy of a Renaissance painting, an epic poem, a cheesy hard rock love ballad. 

Tenya tries again. This time, he stands up from where he sits in Aoyama’s office chair, approaches them, and takes their hands in his. Aoyama’s giggles die off, the sudden contact bringing them back to reality.

“Iida?”

“You really are beautiful, Yuga.”

The first kiss is soft and tentative. The second is deeper, but no less sweet, and it leaves Tenya’s lips sticky with Aoyama’s lip gloss.

“Same as before, yes?” Tenya asks.

“Oui,” Aoyama whispers, wrapping their arms around Tenya’s neck.

Tenya begins to press soft, lingering kisses along Aoyama’s neck, his arms wrapping around their waist. Their soft hum of contentment brings a smile to his face, something warm and just a faint glimmer of lust. With each kiss, he guides Aoyama back until they’re both on the bed.

Tenya pulls back to look down at Aoyama spread out beneath him. Their lip gloss is a bit smudged, and shimmery midnight blue maps where Tenya had pressed kisses along the side of their neck and out towards their shoulder.

“You shine so brightly when you’re happy,” Tenya murmurs. “It’s like looking at the sun. I can’t think of anything more perfect than you being the last thing I see.”

Tenya straddles Aoyama’s hips, pulling back to admire the sight of his classmate beneath him. Though they weren’t a strength-based hero, their body is toned. There is just enough muscle definition to allow them to maintain the body they felt so comfortable in. That didn’t mean they weren’t strong, though―Tenya has seen these arms lift rubble and carry terrified children in rescues. He’s seen those legs move fast in a chase when the stakes were high.

“You’ve really come a long way since our first year,” Tenya says, hands running over the slight definition of Aoyama’s arms. “So much strength, yet still so soft and delicate. Like a dancer.”

“Mon dieu,” Aoyama purrs. They roll their hips, brushing their lace-clad cock against Tenya’s crotch. “Please… Tenya, mon cher, touch me.”

Tenya smiles, grinding down against them. The sweet moans that escape Aoyama go straight to his dick, and perhaps if he had more time, he’d go agonizingly slow. He longs to cover their soft skin in kisses, to worship every square inch of their beautiful body before he fucks them into the sheets. Lights out looms closer by the second, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a little fun before that.

Tenya plants one hand on the mattress, a few inches away from Aoyama’s head. With the other, he gently tugs at one of the cups of their bustier, exposing a perky, pink nipple. He leans down, circling the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“Mmh, oui, amoureux,” Aoyama gasps, bringing a hand up to Tenya’s hair. They wrap their legs around his waist, bringing their hips together. “Just like that… fuck, your tongue feels so good.”

Aoyama pulls Tenya closer, their grip on his hair tightening. It sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine, hips involuntarily bucking forward. Their clothed erections brush against each other, eliciting groans of pleasure from both of them.

“So perfect for me,” Tenya murmurs against their skin, moving to give Aoyama’s other nipple some attention. “I adore how responsive you are, Yuga. I only wish I had more time to really make you feel good.”

Aoyama whimpers. They bring their free hand down to stroke themself, but Tenya gently pushes it away.

“I’ll take care of it, I promise,” Tenya coos, coming up to kiss their jaw. “You just relax, sweetheart.”

Aoyama pouts, but the sparkle doesn’t leave their eyes. They don’t argue either… especially when Tenya palms them through the thin lace, making them shudder with pleasure.

The G-string does a poor job of concealing Aoyama’s erection, the tip of their cock shoving its way out of the top. Precum collects at the tip in a thick bead, threatening to drip down any moment.

“How much do you like this set?” Tenya asks.

“Quite a lot,” Aoyama admits, “but I do not mind a few stains if you were the cause, mon coeur.”

Tenya lets out a soft laugh, gently pushing the lace down to fully expose Aoyama’s length. “If I’m not able to get the stains out, I’ll replace them.”

“Such a gentleman.”

Tenya climbs off the bed, coaxing Aoyama into a sitting position with their legs over the edge. He pushes their legs open, kneeling down on the floor between them. He reaches for his bag, rifling through its contents until he finds the bottle of lube. As he squirts some into his palm and distributes it over his hand, he presses soft kisses and gentle bites over the skin of Aoyama’s inner thigh, relishing the moans that escape them.

“Oh, I think I like the sight of you kneeling for me,” Aoyama coos, carding their fingers through Tenya’s hair. “I need to keep that in mind next time I need your help, mon cher.”

Fuck, he’d like that. He’d really like that. But what he likes doesn’t matter right now―he’s so close to making Aoyama cum, and he’s not going to let the thought of calling them Mistress distract him.

Once Tenya is sure the lube has been sufficiently warmed and it has been evenly distributed, he wraps his hand around Aoyama’s dick and begins to stroke slowly. His hand almost entirely engulfs them, the tip just barely peeking out. With each stroke, he thumbs at the slit, smearing precum across the head and mixing it into the lube slathered over his skin.

Aoyama thrusts into Tenya’s hand, their grip on his hair tightening. “A-ah, Tenya, I-I’m not going to last long.”

Tenya hums softly, trailing kisses up their thigh. He stops just short of their crotch, looking up to them as he begins to jerk faster. “You’re so beautiful like this. I bet you’ll look more beautiful when you cum.”

“Fuck, amoureux,” Aoyama pants. “I-if you don’t move your head, I might―”

“Maybe I want you to cum on my face,” Tenya purrs, pulling himself closer. “Maybe I want your cum on my glasses, in my hair.”

Aoyama lets out a surprised squeak. Tenya is vaguely aware just how lewd that sounded, especially for him, but he’s not in the headspace to be embarrassed about that right now. All he cares is that those words definitely did something, as the next thing he knows, Aoyama is crying out his name. Tenya feels warm, sticky cum against his cheek, over the bridge of his nose, and in his hair. Some of it sticks to his glasses, obscuring parts of his vision.

The grip Aoyama has on Tenya’s hair loosens, fingers gently stroking the soft blue locks as they come down from their orgasm. “Merci,” they say, voice a little watery. “I… you don’t know how much that helped.”

Tenya smiles, straightening up so he’s roughly at eye level with Aoyama. He brings a hand up to cup their cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears. “I’m glad I could be of assistance, Aoyama.”

They sniffle, but the smile on their face doesn’t falter. “Sincerely, mon ami, I appreciate it more than I could put into words.” Their gaze trails down to the noticeable bulge between Tenya’s legs. “Would you like me to take care of that?”

Tenya shakes his head. “I appreciate it, but I really should help you get cleaned up and head back before lights out.”

“Oui, of course.” Aoyama pulls back slightly, eyes warm with affection.

By the time Tenya has washed away the cum sticking to his face and in his hair, Aoyama has changed out of their lingerie and into their pajamas. They’re still wearing the makeup he had worked so diligently to apply, expression content and eyes sparkling. Together, they begin to gather up his things and pack them away.

Tenya stops short of putting away the makeup wipes. “Oh, do you need help removing―”

“Non, Iida,” Aoyama says. “This is a problem for Tomorrow Yuga to deal with.”

“In that case, I’ll leave these here for you. Don’t worry about returning them, I have plenty.”

“Merci.”

Once everything has been put back into its rightful place, Tenya slings his bag over his shoulder. “I should head back. Goodnight, Aoyama, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Bonsoir, Iida! Sweet dreams!”

Tenya smiles, offering Aoyama a wave as he leaves their room. The door shuts quietly behind him, leaving him alone in the silent hallway. He’s fortunate most of his classmates have either turned in for the night or are still in the common room, waiting until the very last moment before going to their rooms―though his sexual escapades are hardly a secret within his class, he would prefer to not be out in the open while he’s still half hard.

Just as he reaches his dorm room, Tenya feels his phone vibrate―a message from Aoyama. Did he leave something in their room? He opens the message, finding a photo.

Aoyama is kneeling in front of one of their many mirrors, dressed in the lingerie set. Their legs are spread enough to show off the marks Tenya left on their skin. They’ve tugged down the G-string enough to expose their dick. This must’ve been taken while he was washing up.

AOYAMA: thank you again for coming <3

Tenya moans, palming himself through his pajama pants. It looks like Aoyama would be helping him out, after all.

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red candles, silk rope | part two

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 4.8k Chapter Notes: Part 2 of 2. Originally posted to AO3 October 2022. Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific tags and content warnings: pro heroes, polyamory, established D/s dynamics, dom!Shinsou, sub!Iida, voyeurism, anal sex, anal fingering, bondage, collars, face-fucking, blindfolds, consensual mind control, hair-pulling, humiliation, barebacking, impact play, dacryphilia, orgasm delay/denial, aftercare

Summary:

Shouto and his partners understand that some of their interests won't line up. He and Izuku understand that Tenya and Hitoshi have different needs, and that hasn't done anything to damage their relationship. Recently, though, Shouto's become... curious. Apparently, so has Izuku.

Or, Shouto and Izuku sit in on one of their partners' scenes.

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“That’s everything, right?”

Shouto can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as Izuku begins to mutter to himself. He can practically see his boyfriend running through his mental checklist, triple-checking before they enter the darkened bedroom. While Tenya and Hitoshi were setting things up there, they had been tasked with preparing as much as they could for after the fact.

They’d always taken part in the aftercare. Tenya couldn’t be left alone immediately after a session―Hitoshi didn’t need to be glued to his side, but leaving the room would send him into a panic―so having Shouto or Izuku around made things run smoothly. It meant that if Hitoshi needed a moment alone to collect himself before tending to his submissive, all he needed to do was ask one of them to come in and keep Tenya grounded.

Their involvement varied from scene to scene. Sometimes, it was as simple as bringing them each a protein bar and something to drink. Sometimes, all Tenya needed was to be held a good long while, until he was beginning to doze. Sometimes, they’d run baths and make tea and focus on setting up a quiet, comforting environment while Hitoshi soothes Tenya through the emotional aftermath of an intense scene.

Today wasn’t going to be like the latter, but Izuku and Shouto had agreed that getting as much ready as they could ahead of time would be best. The protein bars are laying out, the worn blanket that Tenya likes to curl up under is folded neatly on the couch, and the bathroom is stocked with everything they’ll need to clean up after the fact.

“I think we’re good,” Shouto says. “That’s everything Tenya suggested we prepare ahead of time, anyway.” He stops short of the bedroom door, hand hovering over the knob. “Do you think they’re ready for us?”

“They’re probably wrapping up by now,” Izuku says. “Besides, Hitoshi said he and Tenya don’t mind if we’re a little early, as long as we keep it down.”

Shouto hums in understanding. Quietly, he opens the door to their bedroom, just enough to allow him and Izuku to slip through without letting in too much light. Izuku silently shuts the door behind them and they take their spots on the bed, carefully climbing on without making too much noise.

The room is dim, faintly illuminated by red candles. The candles only offer a faint scent―so faint, Shouto can’t pinpoint exactly what they’re supposed to smell like―and there’s just enough light to make out the more pronounced scars on Izuku’s body. The silence in the room is comfortable, a testament to the level of trust between the two naked men on the floor in front of the bed.

Tenya kneels on a tatami, his upper body straight, but not rigid. His head is bowed slightly, eyes closed. If Shouto listens carefully enough, he can hear Tenya breathe―in through his nose, out through his mouth, slow and steady. Meditative, almost. A thick, black leather collar is around his neck, free of any decoration save for a shiny silver o-ring on the front. A harness crafted from dark silk rope wraps around his upper body, made up of a network of elegant, geometric patterns. His arms are bound behind his back, where Hitoshi appears to be checking the tightness of his restraints.

He looks beautiful like this, Shouto thinks. Calm, peaceful, entirely at ease. The rope stands out against his scarred skin, drawing Shouto’s attention away from the reminders of all the close calls Tenya has had during the time they’ve known each other.

“How’s it feel?” Hitoshi asks.

Tenya shifts slightly, but doesn’t open his eyes. “It feels good, sir.”

“Not cutting off circulation anywhere?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” Hitoshi stands, taking a moment to look Tenya over before nodding approvingly. He turns his attention to Shouto and Izuku. “Are you two ready?”

“Yes.”

“All set!”

Hitoshi closes his eyes for a moment. He breathes in, exhales slowly. The air in the room seems to shift. When he opens his eyes, he’s slipped into the role of master.

“Tenya,” he says. His voice is clear, commanding with an undercurrent of affection.

Tenya opens his eyes, looking up to Hitoshi. “Yes, sir?”

Shouto watches as Hitoshi brings a hand up to Tenya’s collar, looping a finger through the o-ring. He tugs lightly, prompting him to look at Shouto and Izuku. “Be a good boy and remind our guests what we’ll be doing today.”

“Mind control,” Tenya tells them. “Face-fucking, impact play…”

“Mmh-hm,” Hitoshi says, giving the collar another gentle tug. “What else?”

Tenya’s cheeks turn pink, his focus going to Hitoshi. “Ah, humiliation. Th-then if I’m good, you… you’ll…”

“Breathe, Tenya.”

Tenya stops. Takes a breath. “If I’m good, sir, you’ll fuck me.”

“That’s right,” Hitoshi purrs. He drops the o-ring, bringing his hand up to Tenya’s hair. “Good boy.”

Shouto sees the way Tenya shudders at the praise. He sees the way he leans into the contact, eyes beginning to cloud over with lust. He can feel Tenya’s desire to be good for his master… to be good for him and Izuku.

“Now, remind them of the color system,” Hitoshi instructs, fingers carding through soft, dark locks of hair.

Tenya speaks with greater confidence. “Green means good to continue. Yellow means slow down or stop momentarily. Red means stop entirely.”

“And the safe word?”

“Blue.”

“That’s my good boy,” he says. “Last thing―remind them of the rules.”

Tenya returns his focus to Shouto and Izuku. “You can touch yourselves. You can touch each other. You can’t touch us, but you can talk. If Master asks you for a color, answer him. If you need the scene to stop immediately, use the safe word.”

“Understood?” Hitoshi asks, turning his attention towards them.

“Understood,” Shouto replies.

“Y-yes, sir,” Izuku stutters out.

Hitoshi smiles―something equal parts dark and loving. He looks back down to Tenya, his hand dropping down to his cheek. In turn, he presses a soft kiss to the palm of his hand.

“Tenya,” Hitoshi says.

“Yes, sir―”

Tenya’s expression goes blank. Hitoshi pulls his hand away, using it to untie the black cloth on his other wrist. “I know you’ve been excited for this, and I hate to leave you in the dark, but I wouldn’t want having Shouto and Izuku around distracting you from what you’re supposed to be doing.”

Tenya, naturally, offers no verbal response. The physical response, though―Shouto can see that he’s already half-hard.

Hitoshi moves behind Tenya, taking the cloth and tying it over his eyes. “If you’re a good boy, you can see them. If you choke on my cock and drink every last drop of my cum, if you put on a good show for them, you’ll get to see their reactions when I make a mess of your pretty little asshole. Are you going to make this worth their time, Turbo Hero?”

“Yes, sir,” Tenya replies, voice void of any emotion.

There’s a change in Tenya’s posture when Hitoshi drops his control―a jolt bordering on panic before he connects the dots, remembers where he is and what he’s doing. Shouto watches as Hitoshi kneels down to Tenya’s level.

“Color?” He asks.

“Green,” Tenya breathes.

Hitoshi brings his hand up, tangling his fingers into Tenya’s hair. He pulls him in for a rough, messy kiss, eyes falling shut. Tenya visibly shudders, a low moan escaping him as Hitoshi deepens the kiss. Shouto lets out a moan of his own, pressing the palm of his hand against the bulge forming in his boxer-briefs.

“Christ.”

His attention flickers over to Izuku, who has already pulled his cock out. He has his hand wrapped around it, but he’s not moving yet.

You can touch yourselves. You can touch each other.

Shouto holds back for now. They’ve only just begun… besides, he wants Tenya to see him.

When Shouto looks back to his other partners, Hitoshi has pulled away slightly. The candlelight catches on a thin string of saliva that connects their lips. It breaks only seconds later, when Hitoshi moves to stand. He grabs the back of Tenya’s collar, forcing him to sit up straight.

“Already such a messy whore,” Hitoshi says, addressing Shouto and Izuku.

Tenya’s lips are shiny and kiss-swollen. He’s panting, a thick line of drool already sluggishly dribbling down his chin. The first sheen of sweat glistens faintly in the candlelight, and his well-kempt hair is beginning to look disheveled. Tenya’s dick, now fully hard, bounces lightly as Hitoshi manhandles him into a position that won’t obscure their view. 

It’s such a pretty sight, Shouto thinks. Bordering ethereal, like an angel tangled in thorny vines.

Hitoshi brings a hand to his cock, giving it a few slow, languid strokes. With the other, he grabs Tenya by the hair, pulling him forward until his mouth is just a few centimeters away from the tip.

“Open,” Hitoshi commands.

Tenya obeys, his eagerness palpable even from where Shouto and Izuku sit. He visibly trembles with anticipation, but he doesn’t make a move―not without his master’s permission. He’s rewarded by Hitoshi pushing his cock into his mouth and down his throat. Tenya gags, the sound muffled, but he shows no signs of distress.

Shouto remembers how hard Tenya had worked to get his gag reflex under control. He was good with his mouth―he had a hard time thinking of things Tenya wasn’t good at―but deepthroating was something he struggled with. He still wasn’t where he wanted to be, still had a hard time taking Izuku down to the hilt, but the progress he has made is clear.

Hitoshi begins to move, thrusting into Tenya’s mouth. From what Shouto can tell, he’s far from gentle. The sloppy, wet choking sounds as Hitoshi fucks Tenya’s mouth go straight to his dick. It’s a sound he’s familiar enough with, reminds him of early-morning quickies in the kitchen, but this is different. The blindfold, the restraints, the way he can see Tenya’s cock weeping precum really makes him appreciate the sight.

Shouto, unable to take it any longer, frees his cock from the confines of his underwear. He begins to stroke himself, leaning heavily against Izuku.

“Holy shit,” Izuku breathes.

Shouto can only let out a choked moan.

“Don’t be shy,” Hitoshi calls over to them, the rhythm of his thrusts remaining steady. “Tenya might not be able to see you, but he can hear you. I think he’d really like to know how he’s doing.”

“God, Tenya…” Izuku drags himself over to the foot of the bed, bringing him closer to the action. He doesn’t move to touch, doesn’t try to get any closer, but he addresses their drooling, trembling boyfriend directly. “You’re doing perfect. All that practice you put in to take Hitoshi’s cock like this is really paying off.”

Izuku’s praise sends a full-body shudder through Tenya. The moan he lets out is muffled by Hitoshi’s dick, but it’s no less obscene. Shouto suddenly wishes that the blindfold was gone. He wants to see his partner’s pretty red eyes, alight with lust and shining with unshed tears.

“I wish you could see how hard we are right now,” Shouto tells him. “You look gorgeous with Hitoshi’s cock down your throat. I bet you’ll look even better with it up your ass.”

Hitoshi tightens his hold on Tenya’s hair, thrusting into his mouth harder and faster. The line of drool on his chin has practically become a waterfall, dripping messily from his chin to the tatami below. It clings to Hitoshi’s dick and sluggishly dribbles down his balls. Lines of spittle connect, stretch, break, repeat with each thrust.

Finally, Hitoshi buries his cock into Tenya’s mouth, cumming straight down his throat. There’s a soft choking noise as he tries to swallow his master’s load, struggling with his mouth still full of his length. Hitoshi pulls out, smirking when a tiny bit of cum dribbles out of Tenya’s swollen, spit-soaked lips. He keeps his grip on his hair, holding him steady as he catches his breath.

“Color?” Hitoshi asks.

“G… gh… green, sir,” Tenya pants.

He looks over to Izuku and Shouto. “And you two?”

“Green,” Izuku says, a little too quickly.

“Green,” Shouto agrees, fondness finding its way into his voice.

Hitoshi grins. “Tenya.”

“Yes, sir―”

Once again, Tenya’s expression goes blank. His body relaxes, the trembling subsiding until it’s barely there. Hitoshi coaxes him into another position, this time facing away from Shouto and Izuku. He pushes Tenya’s head down until it rests on the mat, positions him so his ass is up in the air, then spreads his legs enough to leave him exposed.

“Look at that,” Hitoshi says, wrapping a hand around Tenya’s cock. He gives it a few strokes, using the mess of precum leaking from the tip as lube. “You’re filthy, Tenya. What do you think the press would say, knowing that Ingenium’s such a needy little whore in the bedroom?”

Shouto just knows that Tenya must be going crazy locked inside his own mind. He knows Tenya must be screaming, begging, pleading to cum. He’s crying out for Hitoshi to fuck him, to leave him a drooling mess on the floor of their bedroom. He’s making all this noise in his head, but not a single word of it will ever be known to any of them.

“They’d have a field day,” Hitoshi says, reaching for the bottle of lube sitting just off to the side of the tatami. “They’d talk about it for days. Weeks, even. Those sleazy hero magazines would really eat it up.”

Tenya remains silent as Hitoshi coats his fingers, offers no reaction when one slips into his hole and begins to work him open.

“It’d make them rich, having a scoop like that. How many people do you think would love to know what turns their beloved Ingenium into a screaming, messy little cockslut? With a body like yours, I know people out there use you as their jerk-off material―why not help them out a little? Isn’t that what you’re here for? To help people?”

Hitoshi’s free hand smacks Tenya’s ass hard, breaking the hold on his mind. Immediately, his composure slips. His body trembles violently, his breathing grows somewhat erratic, and the subdued moans become high-pitched whines and heavy groans of ecstasy.

Shouto wishes he could see Tenya’s face. He imagines that behind the blindfold, his red eyes are shiny with lust, tears pooling and ready to fall; his cheeks burning with arousal and humiliation; his mouth open, drool pooling on the tatami and clinging to his chin.

His attention is pulled away from his partners for a moment as he feels Izuku’s hand wrap around his cock. Shouto groans, looping an arm around Izuku’s waist and pulling him close. He presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulder.

“Enjoying yourself?” Izuku asks, breath hot against Shouto’s skin.

Shouto hums, bringing a hand to Izuku’s dick. “Should’ve done this sooner.”

Izuku makes a small noise of agreement. Shouto feels his boyfriend’s hand move, just enough to keep from distracting either of them from the show. He’s quick to reciprocate, matching the pace Izuku has set.

“M-Master,” Tenya sobs. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna―”

“No, you won’t,” Hitoshi says, removing his fingers. “Hold it.”

“I c-cant, I can’t, I can’t, Ican’tIcan’tIca―”

“You can, and you will.”

Tenya whimpers. His body continues to tremble violently, excess lube dripping sluggishly from his hole. Hitoshi steps back for a moment, the smirk on his face softening just a bit.

“Color, Tenya?” He asks.

“Green.”

Hitoshi kneels down, grabbing the back of the rope harness. He pulls Tenya up onto his knees, maneuvers him so he’s facing Shouto and Izuku again. If he looked sloppy before, he’s a mess now―his hair is a wreck, soaked in sweat and sticking up in odd places, his cheek is soaked in drool, and the blindfold appears to be soaked with tears.

Shouto’s cock twitches with excitement. This is even better than he had imagined.

“I expect you to be more disciplined than that, Turbo Hero,” Hitoshi says, reaching for something just off the edge of the tatami―a riding crop.

A soft whimper tears through Tenya’s throat. “S-sir, I―”

The sharp crack of leather against skin cuts him off. Tenya cries out, more in surprise than pain, jerking forward ever-so slightly with the impact. Hitoshi tuts, running the tongue of the crop along his partner’s jawline.

“You told me you couldn’t hold it, Tenya. You know better than that. You don’t fucking argue with me―you do as I say, when I say, how I say.”

Shouto’s eyes follow the tongue as it trails down his boyfriend’s chest. His cock twitches when it stops to flick at one of Tenya’s nipples, the soft gasp he lets out just a little too loud in the quiet room. It continues down along his stomach, down to his pelvis, stopping at the tip of Tenya’s cock.

“This,” Hitoshi says, gently flicking the tip with the crop, “will be taken care of on my terms at my discretion. It. Belongs. To. Me. It might be attached to your body, but this dick is mine.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Tenya says.

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Shouto,” Izuku groans softly, “holy fuck, I think I’m gonna cum.”

Shouto begins to pump faster, the sweet noises escaping Izuku and the impact of the crop against Tenya’s thighs spurring him on.

Hitoshi shows no mercy―he whips Tenya’s thighs until they’re bright red and beginning to form welts, then moves on to his ass. All the while, Tenya cries out, cock bouncing with each hit of the crop.

“Bet those sleazy hero mags would kill for a picture of you like this,” Hitoshi remarks. “On your knees, arms behind your back, dick making a mess of my floor. They’d go crazy over you taking such a beating from an underground hero nobody’s ever heard of. Wait until they hear about how much you beg for me to make a mess of you. How you’ll cry for me to brainwash you so you don’t cum too soon. How you love it when I cover you in marks that you keep so carefully hidden under your armor.”

Shouto feels his own orgasm beginning to build up.

“You.” Smack! “Are.” Smack! “Mine.” Smack! “Ingenium.”

“Shouto ,” Izuku whines.

“Come on,” Shouto purrs, “cum for me. Cum for Tenya.”

Shouto feels the hand on his cock come to a stop, but he doesn’t pay it much mind. Instead, he works Izuku through his orgasm, relishing in the way he moans Tenya’s name. He knows from the little cry that Tenya lets out that he definitely heard them.

When Izuku has had a chance to catch his breath, he goes back to jerking Shouto off. It’s not quite as fast and lacks the same rhythm, but it’s enough to send him over the edge, making a mess of himself and Izuku.

Shouto isn’t sure at what point the whipping stopped, but he’s suddenly aware of the absence of the sound. His attention goes back to Hitoshi and Tenya. The former has tossed aside the riding crop and has kneeled down to the latter’s level, finger looping through the collar’s o-ring.

“Color?” Hitoshi asks.

“Green,” Tenya pants.

Hitoshi’s gaze travels to Shouto and Izuku, silently prompting them to answer.

“Green,” they answer together, thoroughly out of breath but eager to see this through.

Hitoshi smiles. “You’ve done everything I’ve asked for. You even made our guests cum. I think you’ve at least earned the right to see them, Tenya.”

Tenya lets out a whimper of anticipation. “Thank you, sir.”

Hitoshi laughs as he unties the blindfold. “I wouldn’t thank me yet. I still haven’t decided if you’re allowed to cum tonight.”

Had it not been for that stupid refractory period, Shouto thinks that the look on Tenya’s face when the blindfold is thrown aside would’ve been enough to make him hard all over again. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, nearly overshadowing the red of his irises. They’re shiny with tears that are beginning to gather at the corners, threatening to fall any moment.

“Don’t they look beautiful?” Hitoshi asks.

“Yes, sir,” Tenya says shakily.

“You did that.”

Tenya’s eyes go wide. “I… I did, sir?”

“You were so hot, Tenya,” Izuku tells him, voice dripping with affection. “You had me so worked up, I needed Shouto’s help to finish me off.”

“You’re breathtaking,” Shouto adds. “I think I want to see you like this more often.”

“Hmm… maybe you have earned an orgasm,” Hitoshi says, settling down behind Tenya. He reaches around, giving his cock a few slow, teasing strokes, then pulls his hands away. “But not before I wreck that pretty little asshole.”

Hitoshi pushes Tenya down onto the tatami, once again face down and ass up. He reaches for the lube, dumps a generous amount in and around his hole, then tosses it aside.

Tenya lets out a whimper of anticipation, eyes meeting Shouto’s. There’s a hunger there, a sort of desperation he only ever reserves for the bedroom… but there’s something else, too. Something softer.

Shouto gives Tenya a warm smile. Maybe it is breaking character a little, but he can’t help it―he likes to see his partners happy.

With the prep already taken care of, Hitoshi shows Tenya no mercy. He pushes in with little caution, one hand tightly squeezing his boyfriend’s hip, the other pushing down on his upper back. A loud, blissful moan escapes Tenya, his trembling becoming more erratic.

Hitoshi doesn’t waste any time, hips thrusting fast and hard. He’s giving everything he’s got, not allowing Tenya a moment to form any coherent thoughts―his end goal is to make their boyfriend a mewling, drooling mess on their bedroom floor, and it’s definitely working.

“S-sir,” Tenya cries out. “I’m not―haaha, ah―going to last long!”

“Don’t you dare cum, Ingenium,” Hitoshi all but growls. “I’m just getting started.”

“But―”

“Tenya.”

“Yes.”

For the third time that night, Tenya’s face goes blank. Shouto notices that Hitoshi eases up on his thrusts―likely to avoid breaking his spell.

“I’m not ready to end this just because you can’t control yourself,” Hitoshi says, pushing down with the hand on Tenya’s back. “If you say one more word about how you can’t hold on any longer, I’ll get the cock cage. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Hitoshi snaps his hips against Tenya’s, much harder than before, shattering his control. 

Tenya screams in ecstasy, the sound echoing off the walls of their bedroom. His eyes are wide, fixated on Shouto and Izuku as they watch from the foot of the bed. His mouth moves, but all Shouto can hear are nonsensical moans.

“Look at him,” Izuku whispers in awe. “Isn’t he so pretty like this?”

“Yeah,” Shouto says softly. “Beautiful.”

Tenya lets out a soft sob at the praise. Watery red eyes squeeze shut, as though doing so would in any way help him regain even a little composure. It’s cute, like when Tenya’s cheeks go pink when Izuku holds his hand in public, or when his lips curve up into a goofy little smile when Hitoshi casually kisses his cheek, or when he melts into Shouto’s embrace after a long day of hero work.

When Hitoshi pulls out, Tenya looks like he’ll actually cry. Before he’s able to get a word out, though, Hitoshi changes their positions one final time. He pulls Tenya up by his rope harness, positioning him upright on shaky knees. He stays behind him, slinging one arm over Tenya’s broad chest to keep him upright, then uses the other to lift one of his legs. Slowly, Hitoshi pushes back into Tenya, who practically sobs with relief.

Hitoshi whispers something to Tenya. Shouto has to strain to hear his reply―“Green.”

There’s no further delay. Hitoshi thrusts up into Tenya, as hard as he can take. He holds his boyfriend tight to his chest, hand playing with one of his nipples. Tenya throws his head back, mouth open in a silent scream as Hitoshi slams into him.

“Cum for me, Ingenium,” Hitoshi finally says.

And Tenya does.

He cums in thick ropes, making a mess of the floor. Some of it ends up on Tenya’s stomach, bits of it latching on to the rope that binds his upper body. His body shakes violently, his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he cries out with relief.

Hitoshi doesn’t last much longer. Holding Tenya close as he rides out his orgasm, he rams into his partner. Then, finally, he buries his cock into Tenya and releases his load inside him.

The room is silent as Hitoshi shudders through his orgasm, his hold on Tenya not faltering. After a moment, Shouto watches as he pulls out, a mess of cum dripping onto the tatami below them. With all the gentleness he’s capable of, Hitoshi eases them down onto the floor, settling Tenya onto his lap.

“You were perfect, Tenya,” Hitoshi murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “You always take what I give you so well.”

Tenya lets out a contented hum―the sweetest sound in the world, as far as Shouto is concerned―leaning forward just enough to allow Hitoshi to begin untying him. He looks up to Shouto and Izuku, a sleepy smile gracing his features. “Did you two like it?”

Izuku hums, sliding off the bed and kneeling down to Tenya’s level. “Loved it. This… isn’t a side of you we get to see much, and I’d really like to see it again, if you’ll have us.”

Shouto joins them, returning Tenya’s smile. “And maybe next time, we could try playing a more active role… ah, if it doesn’t disrupt the system you and Hitoshi have set up.”

There’s a glimmer of excitement in Tenya’s eyes. “We would be more than happy to have you again. Wouldn’t we, Hitoshi?”

Hitoshi lets out a fond laugh. “Yeah. I’ve got a few ideas… but that’s a talk for another day.”

A warm, comfortable silence settles over them as Hitoshi finishes untying Tenya. When the ropes have been tossed aside and Tenya begins to stretch his aching arms, Shouto and Izuku leave for just a few minutes to retrieve the protein bars they set out before the scene began, as well as a drink for each of them.

When they return, they find that their partners have moved to the bed. Hitoshi cradles Tenya close to his chest, hand carding through dark locks of hair. Tenya’s cheek is squished against Hitoshi’s chest, eyes closed. Shouto smiles at the sight, quietly crossing the room to join them.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet, Ten,” Hitoshi says softly, giving him a gentle shake. “We still need to clean up.”

Tenya groans, reluctantly opening his eyes. “Next time I ask you to finish inside me, please shut me down.”

Hitoshi laughs. “I did offer to wear a condom.”

“It was a special occasion,” Tenya whines. “I wanted it to be good for Izuku and Shouto.”

“And it was,” Shouto says. He offers a bottle of orange juice to his partner, who accepts with a grateful smile.

“It was really hot,” Izuku adds. “It played out exactly how I imagined it, too.”

Tenya smiles sweetly, taking a sip of his juice. “I’m glad. I… well, it seems silly, but I was worried that one or both of you might have grown uncomfortable. Talking about it is one thing, but seeing things in action is different.”

“You and Hitoshi were really thorough with your explanations. It really helped!”

Hitoshi kisses the top of Tenya’s head as he unwraps his protein bar. “And you thought you were going overboard,” he says affectionately.

-x-

Later, after they’ve cleaned up, the four of them are piled on the couch, watching a movie Ochaco recommended the last time she came by for a visit. Tenya sits at the center of their little cuddle pile, his favorite blanket wrapped around him. He’s beginning to doze off, thanks in no small part to the massage Shouto had given him after his shower. He leans against Hitoshi, who gently plays with his hair. Shouto sits to Tenya’s right, pressed against his side, an arm slung around his waist. Izuku is already fast asleep at Hitoshi’s left, using his lap as a pillow.

Everything is quiet. Comfortable. Safe. Between Tenya’s warmth, Izuku’s snores, and Hitoshi’s grounding presence, Shouto struggles to keep his eyes open. He knows that tomorrow, it’s back to business as usual―patrols, stacks of paperwork, team-up requests, villain encounters, sponsorship obligations, interviews. He should suggest going to bed, but the idea of uprooting either of his sleeping partners is as appealing as the ache in his back that’s sure to come if he spends the night on the couch.

Just a few minutes longer, Shouto compromises.

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a class rep's duty | momo yaoyorozu

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 1.8k Chapter Notes: Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific kinks and content warnings: Domme Momo/Sub Iida, rope bondage, very mild cbt, ball gags, vibrators, orgasm control

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Momo Yaoyorozu’s room is quiet, save for the occasional turning of a page and the constant humming of a pair of vibrators. Tenya watches as she shifts in her chair, the tail of her remote-controlled vibrator peeking out between the folds of her pussy. It’s slick, shiny, one of the only indications that Yaoyorozu is as worked up as he is.

Tenya is tied up beneath her desk, legs spread and knees pulled up to his ears. His wrists are bound behind his back. A ball gag sits between his lips, leaving his chin a sticky, slimy mess. Even in the relative isolation under the desk, he feels so exposed.

After a moment, Tenya hears the faint sound of a pencil scratching against paper. He can’t remember what assignment Yaoyorozu is currently working on―the thick vibrator mercilessly pressing against his prostate has made retrieving any information from his short-term memory excessively difficult―but he knows she’s nearly finished.

She always ends these sessions the same way: her reading for Advanced Literature. This was the part that drove Tenya crazy―if he made too much noise, she’d start whatever page she was reading over again, further delaying his long-awaited reward.

Yaoyorozu pushes back her chair to check on him. Her eyes are wide with lust, but Tenya sees some fondness there, too―the same sort of fondness she has for her classmates, as one of their leaders. “How’re you holding up, Iida-kun? Still green?”

Tenya nods, probably a little too eagerly. Yaoyorozu smiles, reaching for something on her desk. After a moment, he feels the vibrations intensify. Stifling a gasp of pleasure, Tenya squeezes his eyes shut and tries to focus on breathing.

“You’re doing beautifully, Iida-kun,” Yaoyorozu praises. “Can you keep it up for just a little while longer? Tonight’s reading is a bit longer than usual.”

Tenya shudders. Precum lazily dribbles down his aching cock, making a mess of the towel spread out under him. God, he wants to be good, he wants to be so good for her, but this vibrator is so much bigger than what he’s used to and having it pressed up against his prostate is making it so hard to concentrate and―

He feels the heel of Yaoyorozu’s foot press down on his balls, snapping him back to reality. A pained grunt escapes him, jolts of pleasure running up his spine. He forces himself to open his eyes, feeling a few stray tears slide down his cheek.

“I asked you a question, Iida-kun.” Yaoyorozu’s voice remains as pleasant and formal as ever, but her foot remains firmly in place. “Are you going to be good a little while longer?”

Tenya nods. His heart flutters when Yaoyorozu smiles. He feels the pressure on his balls let up, but she does not remove her foot.

“If I can get through my reading without having to stop to discipline you,” Yaoyorozu says, “I’ll let you eat me out.”

Tenya shivers with anticipation, nodding again. Satisfied, Yaoyorozu straightens in her seat, pulling her chair back up. He hears the shifting of papers as she straightens up her workspace, tucking papers into their designated folders and neatly placing notebooks back into her bag. The only thing out of place is the soft click of a switch and a breathy moan―Yaoyorozu has turned her vibrator up more than a few notches, if Tenya had to take a guess.

He watches as her legs press together, visibly trembling as she acclimates to the change in vibrations. Then, slowly, they open back up, giving Tenya the perfect view of her sopping wet cunt.

Yaoyorozu wasn’t kidding when she said that the reading was longer than usual―time moves at a snail’s pace, agonizingly slow even for someone as patient as Tenya. It doesn’t help that the room is so quiet. There’s nothing there for him to focus his attention on, no music or podcast to occupy his brain. The girls’ side of the dormitory is quiet this time of day, with everyone else down in the common room or out in the courtyard. The only sounds are the occasional turn of a page and the buzz of two vibrators.

It’s maddening, intoxicating, addictive. He imagines she must feel the same, as this isn’t the first time they’ve played this game… and he’s always so happy when it ends up not being the last.

Tenya barely manages to suppress a moan when the vibrator is turned up suddenly, skyrocketing in intensity. He’s painfully aware of Yaoyorozu’s foot back on his balls, a very clear warning to be silent. His heart hammers against his chest, body trembling uncontrollably as he fights to keep his breathing quiet.

Some nights, he plays the brat and takes his punishment. Tonight, however, there’s a reward he just can’t resist on the line, and he’ll be damned if he can’t get it together long enough to earn it.

Eventually, the pressure eases. Yaoyorozu moves her foot off his crotch, but she keeps it nearby―a warning. The vibrator goes up another notch, almost mocking him, but Tenya fights to keep his composure.

Just as he thinks he’s in the clear, Tenya hears a knock at Yaoyorozu’s door. Judging from the way she flinches in her seat, this hadn’t been something she was expecting, either.

“One moment,” she calls out, somehow keeping her voice steady.

Tenya can hear his own heart beating loudly in his ears, equal parts mortified and aroused. He’s thankful to be under the desk, as he’s well-hidden from anyone who might peek inside Yaoyorozu’s dorm room.

Yaoyorozu stands, quickly creating a small towel and using it to wipe down her thighs. She pulls her skirt down, hiding the vibrator from view. She pauses a moment, likely making sure she doesn’t look like she had spent the better part of the evening masturbating during her studies, then throws the towel under the desk.

Tenya is silent when Yaoyorozu answers her door. He doesn’t hear what she’s saying over the beating of his heart, and he’s too terrified of inadvertently making a sound to try and focus on her voice. With each passing second, he becomes more and more aware of how vulnerable he is right now.

Yaoyorozu is only gone for three minutes, and they’re the longest three minutes of Tenya’s life.

Finally, Tenya hears the door close. Yaoyorozu crosses the room quickly, pushing her chair out of the way and kneeling down beneath the desk. Her cheeks are pink, her expression caught somewhere between sheepish and aroused.

“Apologies, Iida-kun,” she says. “Are you still green?”

Tenya nods.

Yaoyorozu smiles. She reaches for something on top of her desk―a pair of scissors, Tenya discovers―and begins to cut away at his bindings.

“I know I said I’d reward you after I finished my reading,” she says, voice trembling slightly with arousal, “but I think you earned it after being so good through my unexpected visit. Hagakure-chan was none the wiser.”

Once the last of his bindings have been removed, Tenya eases himself into a sitting position. He watches as Yaoyorozu pulls her skirt back up and slowly tugs the vibrator out of her cunt. She lets it fall to the floor, her attention back on Tenya.

“Come here, Iida-kun,” she says sweetly.

Tenya obeys, shuffling forward until he’s between her legs. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Yaoyorozu unfastens the ball gag, easing it out of his mouth. She allows him a moment to catch his breath, gently wiping away excess drool from his chin with her thumb.

“Are you going to make me cum with that talented tongue of yours, Class President?”

“If you’ll allow me, Vice President.”

Yaoyorozu settles back in her chair, spreading her legs. “By all means.”

Tenya doesn’t waste any time. He swipes his tongue over Yaoyorozu’s swollen clit, earning a soft, shaky moan. He feels her fingers tangle into his hair as he licks, kisses, sucks, zeroing in on his sole objective: make his fellow representative cum screaming his name.

“A-ah! Mhh, Iida-kun…”

Tenya hums softly, pressing one final kiss to her clit before dragging his tongue down across her labia. He brings a hand up, using his fingers to spread her open before pushing his tongue into her heat.

Yaoyorozu lifts a leg up, throwing it over Tenya’s shoulder. He feels her heel dig into his trapezius, as though trying to pull him closer. The grip she has on his hair tightens ever-so slightly, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine.

It doesn’t take very long to make Yaoyorozu come undone, her body trembling violently as she cums in his face. She cries out his name, fisting his hair tightly as he continues to lap away at her pussy.

“Mhh, good boy,” she murmurs, gently coaxing him back. “Perfect boy.”

Tenya’s heart flutters at the praise. He looks up at her, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust.

“I think it’s your turn, Iida-kun,” she continues, reaching for the remote to his vibrator. “You were so good for me tonight, letting me study in peace.”

He feels the vibrator go up to its highest setting. He chokes out a gasp, hips bucking involuntarily.

“Cum for me, Class Rep,” Yaoyorozu coos, bringing a hand up to his jaw.

Tenya lets out a whimper, moving to bury his face into her thigh, but Yaoyorozu gently holds his head in place.

“I want to see you, Iida-kun. Don’t be so shy.”

Tenya shifts, the toy inside him pressing against his prostate. It’s the final push he needs to let go, making a mess of the towel beneath him. His vision goes white as he cums, choking out a moan that echoes off the walls of her dorm room.

The torturous vibrations stop abruptly. Slowly, Yaoyorozu eases herself off the chair until she’s kneeling down in front of Tenya, a warm smile on her face. “Are you alright, Iida-kun?”

Tenya hums softly, feeling his own lips quirk upwards. “I’m alright, Yaoyorozu-san. I hope that was to your satisfaction.”

“You never fail to disappoint,” she says. “Sorry about earlier, I didn’t think anyone would interrupt.”

“It’s no trouble,” Tenya says, reaching back to ease the vibrator out of himself. “Was everything okay? I hope it wasn’t an emergency that required my attention…”

Yaoyorozu shakes her head. “Hagakure-chan had a question about the reading, that’s all.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear.” Tenya carefully rises, stretching out his aching limbs. He accepts the towel Yaoyorozu offers him with a soft smile of gratitude, wiping away the mess on his face and stomach.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of them as they clean up, piling the messy towels into a corner of her room to be taken care of later. Tenya begins to dress, intent on going back to his room and spending what remains of the evening finishing his assignment for Advanced Hero Law, but a warm hand on his shoulder makes him pause just after tugging on his underwear.

“You really shouldn’t rush off like that,” Yaoyorozu says. She offers him a can of orange juice from her minifridge, a fond smile on her face. “Rest for a bit.”

Tenya, suddenly aware of how tired he feels, doesn’t resist as she gently herds him over to her bed. Yaoyorozu steps away for just a moment to pull a book off her shelf before joining him, smiling when he shifts closer to her.

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red candles, silk rope | part one

Chapter Rating: E Chapter Word Count: 3.8k Chapter Notes: Part 1 of 2. Originally posted to AO3 October 2022. Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific tags and content warnings: pro heroes, polyamory, established D/s dynamics, sexual fantasies (involving non-graphic descriptions of impact play, consensual mind control, choking), masturbation, anal sex, dom!Shinsou, sub!Iida, top!Deku, bottom!Shouto, scene negotiation

Summary:

Shouto and his partners understand that some of their interests won't line up. He and Izuku understand that Tenya and Hitoshi have different needs, and that hasn't done anything to damage their relationship. Recently, though, Shouto's become... curious. Apparently, so has Izuku.

Or, Shouto and Izuku sit in on one of their partners' scenes.

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Shouto Todoroki is perfectly at ease with his partners having things that were just shared between two or three of them. It was inevitable that some of the things he enjoyed―be it perfectly innocent hobbies or “much less innocent intimate activities,” as Tenya would put it―wouldn’t be the sort of thing one or more of his partners would enjoy. His partners didn’t judge the fact that he had to be in a very specific mood for sex, nor did they mind that he and Izuku prefered to keep kinks light when the four of them were together. In turn, Shouto didn’t judge the fact that Tenya and Hitoshi had very different needs.

He doesn’t know much of the specifics. He knows that Tenya likes to let Hitoshi take control, that Hitoshi likes to leave marks, that they like to play with power dynamics, but neither of them give Shouto or Izuku every detail. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course―they’re all in agreement that the kinky stuff should really only be discussed when everyone involved is comfortable with it―but he won’t deny that he’s curious.

It’s a cool September evening. Shouto and Izuku are watching another documentary on All Might. Izuku’s offering passionate commentary on an obscure fight that Shouto’s never even heard of when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

TOSHI: done in here. mind running a bath?TOSHI: also if izuku’s still with u could u send him in? need help w tenya

“That Hitoshi?” Izuku asks, abandoning his commentary.

“Yeah. They’re done for the night,” Shouto says, standing up. “Hitoshi says he’ll need your help getting Tenya to the bath.”

Izuku smiles fondly, pulling himself up off the couch. “Been a while since they played that hard… guess that’s to be expected, considering how busy they’ve been lately.”

Team Iidaten recently concluded a month-long investigation into a string of domestic terrorist attacks, cooperating with eight other hero agencies throughout the country. Meanwhile, Hitoshi had an investigation of his own involving the rumored resurgence of the Shie Hassaikai’s Quirk-destroying drug, which wound up being an inferior variant. Both had involved sleepless nights and stress-induced nightmares, but in the end, they wrapped things up without an extensive stay at the local hospital for either of them.

Shouto walks down the hall to the bathroom, where he dutifully runs a bath. He sets aside towels and the lotion Tenya likes so much, keeping them within an arm’s reach of the bathtub. By the time his partners enter, he’s using his Quirk to adjust the temperature of the water until it’s just right.

Izuku and Hitoshi stand on either side of Tenya, gently helping him cross the room towards the bath. Hitoshi and Tenya are naked, with the latter covered in light scratches and hickeys that were already beginning to darken. Leftover bits of semen cling to his stomach and chest, his thighs and ass are still red, and if Shouto looks closely, he can still see the faint outline of the restraints on his wrists and ankles.

Tenya and Hitoshi both have a blissful, contented expression on their faces―a far cry from the quiet frustration that had clouded Tenya’s face or the darker than usual shadows under Hitoshi’s eyes that Shouto and Izuku had fretted about for the past month. All that pent-up stress, the tension in their muscles, the bone-deep emotional exhaustion was gone.

Satisfied with the temperature of the water, Shouto pulls out his left hand, letting the water that clings to it evaporate away before he deactivates his Quirk. He stands up, helping Izuku ease Tenya down into the tub. Before he pulls away, Shouto kisses Tenya’s temple softly. 

“Have fun?” Izuku asks.

Tenya hums softly, leaning into the contact. “Yes,” he murmurs, voice somewhat scratchy. “Needed that…”

“I can tell,” Shouto says, offering Tenya a warm smile. “Tea?”

“Please.”

“I’ll have it ready for you when you and Hitoshi have cleaned up.”

Tenya returns Shouto’s smile, his eyes a bit shiny. “You’re too good to me. All of you.”

“You’re always taking care of us,” Izuku says, gently cupping Tenya’s face. He leans in, kissing the tip of his nose before pulling away. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

Shouto steps aside, watching Izuku pull himself up off the floor and leave the room. He turns to face Hitoshi. “Do you need us to get either of you anything else before we go?”

Hitoshi shakes his head, giving Shouto a sleepy smile. “I think we’re all set here. Izuku’s gonna bring us some clothes, then he should be joining you back in the living room.”

Shouto leans in, kissing Hitoshi softly. “Alright. We’ll see you then.”

With that, Shouto leaves the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. As he walks down the hallway towards the kitchen, he begins to think.

He’s thought about watching Tenya and Hitoshi before―not join in, not interact directly, just watch―on more than one occasion. Shouto’s the kind of person who only has sex when he’s really in the mood for it, but watching was a different thing entirely. That had its own level of intimacy, of trust, of thrill. Both his partners have made it clear that they’re always willing to try something to incorporate him or Izuku in any way they feel comfortable with, but as stupid as it sounds, he’s a little embarrassed to bring it up.

“Shouto?”

Izuku has a concerned look on his face. Shouto raises a hand before his boyfriend can start with the rapid-fire questions about his health. “Everything’s fine! Just, uh. Thinking about something.”

“Oh?” Izuku asks. “Thinking about what?”

Shouto feels his cheeks burn, turning towards the cabinet where they store their tea. “Mind getting the kettle?”

Izuku gives him his I’m not dropping this look, but does as he’s asked. He fills the kettle with water and sets it down on the stovetop, switching it on with a near-silent click. “Is there something wrong?”

“No! No, not at all,” Shouto says. “I just, um…”

Izuku seems to catch on at that moment. Shouto feels arms wrap around him from behind, feels lips press against his cheek. “C’mon, talk to me.”

Shouto presses his hands to his face, muttering the words against his skin.

“Shouto.”

“I want to ask Hitoshi and Tenya if I can watch them next time.”

The kitchen is silent for a moment. Izuku hums softly, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” There’s no judgment in Izuku’s voice―no teasing, no disgust―but there is curiosity.

Shouto nods. “The last few sessions they’ve done, um… that's really what put the idea in my head.”

Shouto trusts his partners. He knows that his partners trust him, that they trust each other. But the trust Hitoshi and Tenya had between them for their sessions, the relationship between Dom and Sub, that was something special. Shouto wasn’t jealous, of course, and he didn’t want to intrude… he just wanted to see it in action.

“I’ve thought about it, too,” Izuku says quietly. “And I think Hitoshi and Tenya are open to the idea. All we have to do is ask. If it helps, we can do that together.”

Shouto smiles. “Yeah. Just… maybe not tonight.”

Izuku brings a hand up to Shouto’s chin, gently turning his face towards his. “You’re right. We’ll ask when they’ve had some time to cool down.” He kisses his lips softly before pulling away, turning his attention back to the task at hand―making sure their boyfriends have a comfortable place to come down from their session.

-x-

The topic of sitting in on Hitoshi and Tenya’s next session doesn’t come up for another week. It’s not due to nerves or for lack of trying―it just happened that work got in the way. Izuku tries twice, Shouto tries once, and in the end, all hopes of casually bringing it up are thrown aside when he simply asks at dinner.

There’s a moment of awkward silence as Tenya very slowly chews his soba. He swallows, glancing over to Hitoshi. “I have no objections to it.”

Hitoshi shakes his head. “Neither do I. Tenya and I can change things up a bit, if it’ll make things more comfortable for you.”

“We don’t plan on participating,” Izuku says. “You don’t need to change things too much―”

“It’s less about your level of participation, and more about making sure we’re all on the same page,” Hitoshi clarifies. “You guys might only be watching, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t account for the things you like, or the things that make you uncomfortable.”

“We want it to be good for you, just as it’s good for us,” Tenya adds. “And that means establishing limits, safe words, the rules we do and do not want broken.”

Shouto slurps up another mouthful of noodles thoughtfully. Admittedly, he hadn’t thought that much about what he’d get out of it, aside from satisfying his curiosity.

“You and Hitoshi usually talk about what you’re going to do a few days ahead, right?” Izuku asks. “I can’t really speak for Shouto, but I haven’t totally settled on what I want to see or how much influence I have over the scene. Maybe then would be a better time to talk specifics?”

Hitoshi hums. “Not a bad idea. In the meantime, if you have any questions, you can always ask.”

Dinner proceeds as normal―hero work comes up, Tenya excitedly talks about the guest lecture he’s giving with Tensei at UA, Izuku mentions that his mother wants them to visit―but in the back of his mind, Shouto begins to think.

He thinks of Tenya bound and gagged while the four of them are piled up on the couch to watch some underground horror movie that one of Hitoshi’s old general studies classmates recommended. He thinks of Tenya kneeling in front of him and Izuku, trembling with arousal as his partners sleep beside him. He thinks of Tenya’s pretty red ass after Hitoshi takes a flogger to it when he wakes up in the middle of the night, half-hard and forced to take care of it quietly in their bathroom.

As Shouto jerks himself off, his mind offers up more―Tenya begging to cum as Hitoshi rides him only to go silent when he falls under his lover’s Quirk, Hitoshi biting down on his strong shoulders as he fucks him into the floor, Tenya’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull when Hitoshi tugs on his collar just a little too tightly during his orgasm. He bites down on his lip, only allowing a soft whine to escape as he pumps harder, faster, not wanting to wake his partners.

Shouto hunches over the counter, biting down on his knuckle as he cums. The choked-off moan feels a little too loud in the quiet of their home, and for several long seconds, he thinks Tenya or Izuku might rush in to see if there’s something wrong. He remains still until the feeling has passed, when he becomes aware of just how much of a mess he’s made.

“Fuck,” he pants.

His imagination doesn’t slow down as Shouto wipes down the counter and his stomach, but he’s able to regain some composure. Quietly, he goes back to the bedroom, where he finds his partners still fast asleep, his spot between Tenya and Izuku still vacant. He climbs back into bed, murmuring a soft apology when Tenya cracks an eye open.

“Everything okay?” He asks, voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah,” Shouto whispers, snuggling close to his chest. “Go back to sleep, Ten.”

“Mmh… ‘kay.” He feels Tenya’s strong, scarred arm settle over him. In moments, he’s drifting back off into peaceful slumber.

-x-

Shouto considers himself a patient man, especially after Izuku knocked some sense into him during their first year at UA. In the years that followed, he’s found that little gets under his skin anymore. The shaky relationship with his father is something he’s able to navigate easily. The friendship he shares with the ever-enthusiastic Inasa Yoarashi, though a lot to handle, doesn’t grind him down to nothing. A long line at his favorite soba shop only makes him appreciate his meal that much more.

That being said, by the time a week has passed having that awkward conversation about watching Hitoshi and Tenya during one of their sessions, Shouto’s starting to feel more and more like a certain hothead from their school days.

The four of them lead busy lives. Deku, being ranked within the top ten and projected to take the top spot within the next year or so, always has something going on. If Ingenium isn’t out on assignment for Team Iidaten, he and Tensei are coordinating sidekicks and working through another investigation. Though Hitoshi won’t explicitly say it, lest he get an hour-long lecture from Tenya, he’s been working with a couple vigilantes on the sly to take out another branch of drug smugglers in the next city over. Shouto himself has had an eventful week, with three major supervillain attacks all taking place within the span of five days.

At least he’s got a decidedly less pathetic-sounding alibi for practically tearing off Izuku’s clothes the moment he’s able to consent to it.

“Missed you,” Izuku purrs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Shouto’s throat. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Mhh,” Shouto hums, tilting his head back. He pulls Izuku close with one arm, using the other to reach out blindly for the nightstand. On his third try, he’s finally able to grab the lube and a condom.

“I can tell you missed me, too,” he continues between kisses. “Missed us. Shame Tenya and Hitoshi aren’t around right now… but we can make up for lost time later.”

Shouto pulls Izuku in for a messy kiss, fingers tangling into soft green hair. “You want me to―”

Izuku shakes his head. “You’re the one who’s had such a rough week. Let me take care of you.”

Shouto feels a shiver run down his spine. Fuck.

He lets the lube be taken away and allow Izuku push him back against the pillows. He spreads his legs, watching his boyfriend in anticipation as he coats his fingers generously.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Izuku begins, slowly inserting a finger into Shouto, “but I haven’t seen you get this worked up in years. What’s gotten into you?”

Shouto can’t quite formulate a response―both out of the utter embarrassment of admitting to having very specific sexual fantasies of two of his partners and the feeling of Izuku working him open. “Mhhn… what makes you think there’s something up?”

Izuku leans in, kissing Shouto deeply. “You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?”

Shouto feels his cheeks heat up. “H-hh… I―”

“It’s okay,” Izuku purrs, “I have, too.”

Shouto tilts his head back, letting out a low, shaky moan as his boyfriend eases a second finger into him. In the back of his mind, he wonders what scenarios Izuku’s been concocting in that head of his―he always was so creative.

“What have you been thinking of, Shouto?” Izuku whispers. “What do you want to see Hitoshi do to our good boy?”

Shouto tangles his fingers into Izuku’s hair, pulling him in for another rough, messy kiss. “I want… I want to see Tenya on his knees, wearing that collar of his, like a dog.” Another kiss. “I want to see him covered in his own cum, whimpering as Hitoshi forces another orgasm out of him.” Another kiss. “I want to see him prepping himself while he’s deep under Hitoshi’s Quirk.”

“Fuck,” Izuku moans between kisses.

Shouto, beginning to grow a little impatient, presses against Izuku’s fingers. He feels his partner let out a breathy laugh against his lips.

“I know, I know. Just a little longer, yeah?”

Shouto whines. “‘Zuku… c’mon…”

He feels a gentle nip against the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “So impatient. Maybe you’ll learn a little self-control when we watch Hitoshi and Tenya.”

Finally, finally, Izuku removes his fingers. Shouto settles back against the pillow, watching him roll on the condom with anticipation. He lines himself up with Shouto’s entrance, pushing in at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Izuku!”

Izuku laughs. “Alright, alright. I’ve pushed your buttons enough, haven’t I?”

Once he’s given Shouto a second to adjust to his girth, Izuku begins to thrust. Shallow, at first, but at a pace that his boyfriend is satisfied with, then gradually deeper. Shouto tilts his head back, eyes sliding shut and mouth opening with a silent moan.

“H-hh… hahh―”

“You feel so good,” Izuku pants. “Like you were made for me… for us.”

Shouto’s vaguely aware of a door closing in the distance. He thinks they must’ve called out a greeting, but he can’t quite get the words together to return it.

He feels a scarred hand wrap around his cock, thumb gently swirling around his slit. He feels a hot, wet tongue against his collarbone, swiping across and leaving a trail of spit that slowly begins to cool and dry against his skin. He feel another hand clutching his hip, holding him down as the thrusts become faster, deeper.

When Izuku finds Shouto’s prostate, he cries out with pleasure. He shudders with every thrust, feels his cock weep precum as Izuku jerks in time with his thrusts. He wraps his legs around his partner’s hips, throws his arms around his neck, pulls him as close as he can possibly get.

“I-Izuku,” Shouto pants, “M’gonna―”

His warning comes a moment too late. Shouto chokes out a cry against Izuku’s collarbone, feeling his release splatter against his stomach. He knows his partner isn’t far behind, as he suddenly begins to thrust with a purpose, pushing Shouto against the bed. Finally, Izuku climaxes, pressing himself deep into Shouto’s heat.

“Mmh… Christ,” Shouto murmurs, kissing Izuku’s jaw.

“Huh. I was wonderin’ why nobody said anything when I came home.”

Just past Izuku’s shoulder, Shouto can see a splash of indigo. As his partner pulls out and back, he finds Hitoshi standing in the doorway of their bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. He looks worn out, but the smile on his face is fond.

While Izuku rids himself of the condom, Hitoshi approaches Shouto at the bed. He snatches a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and sits beside him, gently wiping away the mess of semen on Shouto’s skin. Once he’s cleaned him off, Hitoshi leans in for a kiss.

“Tenya said he’ll be bringing home takeout tonight,” Hitoshi says, tossing the cum-covered tissues into the nearby wastebasket. “There was a villain attack just before he was supposed to wrap up patrol so he’s just now getting out of the office.”

Hitoshi plops down next to Shouto, who leans against him heavily. He throws an arm around him, pulling him closer.

“Any injuries?” Shouto asks as Izuku climbs into the bed, settling down at his right side.

“Nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises,” Hitoshi says. “But it definitely wore Tenya out. Apparently he had a hard time keeping up.”

There’s not a lot of people out there faster than Ingenium―even Tensei admitted that Tenya was much faster than him when he was still in primary school―so it’s a little concerning to hear that Tenya was struggling to keep up. Still, Shouto knows he’s more than just speed. He’s smart. Determined. Relentless.

“You’ve got time for a nap,” Hitoshi tells them. “Hell, I could use one myself…”

Shouto doesn’t need to be told twice. He and Izuku climb under the covers as Hitoshi strips down to his boxer-briefs. He feels Hitoshi join them, chest pressed against Shouto’s back. With the warmth of his partners surrounding him, he quickly drifts off to sleep.

-x-

Two days later, the four of them are sitting in their living room. Tenya had taken the time to brew a nice black tea, a high-end blend that Momo had gifted Hitoshi for his birthday. That alone is enough to tell Shouto that his wait was almost over.

“Our days off are supposed to line up next Friday,” Hitoshi says. “Barring any catastrophic villain attacks, we’ll have the day free. Should be great for a little playtime.”

Shouto takes a sip of his tea, forcing himself to reign it in. Today, they’d be negotiating things―establishing limits, talking about what they wanted to do, taking stock of what they might need to prepare ahead of time. Nothing more than that.

“First thing should be easy enough to address,” Hitoshi continues. “You two want to watch, but do you want us to just… pretend you’re not there? Acknowledge your presence?”

Hitoshi’s right on that front―Shouto and Izuku had talked about that the other night, while Tenya was taking a well-deserved shower and Hitoshi had left briefly to take care of the dishes. They’d gone back and forth briefly, stuck between their desire to not disrupt them and treating Hitoshi to a particular kink he’s rarely able to incorporate into their scenes, before they finally made up their minds.

“We both agree it’d be more fun if you do,” Izuku says.

Hitoshi smiles, eyes alight with subdued excitement. “Tenya?”

The smile Tenya gives is fond. “I’ve no objections.”

“Perfect.”

“That being said… we’re both still under the impression that you and Shouto are only watching. Is this still the case, or..?”

“Yeah,” Shouto says. “A lot of the BDSM thing is still… a bit overwhelming for me. I don’t want to screw something up, so this feels like the safest option for me.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Tenya assures. “We’ll move at your pace―and of course, if you find you enjoyed yourself and want to try something else, all you need to do is ask.”

Shouto feels the knot that he didn’t know had settled in his stomach begin to loosen. He takes another sip of his tea, feeling himself grow more at ease―this is going well. Great, even.

“Tenya and I have already planned on keeping the heavier stuff off the table for this scene,” Hitoshi says. “You don’t need to worry about us jumping into knifeplay or choking, and if you were looking forward to that sort of thing, I’m sorry to disappoint. The idea is to arouse you, not scare you.

“That being said, while we’ve got a few ideas, we do want to make it good for you,” he continues. “What do you want to see? What’s going to make this worth your time?”

Just a few weeks ago, Shouto would’ve been embarrassed to be put on the spot like this. Now, though, he gets into some of the fantasies he’d had―some of the terminology trips him up, or he gets it mixed up with something else, but Tenya explains things clearly and Hitoshi patiently answers whatever questions he and Izuku have. Between the two of them, there’s no room for miscommunication.By the time the four of them have finished their tea, their plan is set. Now, Shouto thinks as he collects everyone’s empty cups, all he has to do now is wait.

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a class rep's duty | prologue

Chapter Rating: M Chapter Word Count: 598 Chapter Notes: Characters are depicted as 18+.

Chapter-specific content warnings: vaguely-described casual sex; future chapters are explicit.

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It is the Class Representative’s duty to look after their classmates. Tenya Iida doesn’t limit this to their academic needs―he firmly believes in ensuring they remain in good health, physically and mentally. He carries pads and tampons with him for his menstruating classmates, he’s the first to check in on someone when they’re feeling under the weather, and he takes great care to remain accessible should someone need to talk.

By the time Tenya reaches his third year at U.A., he has a solid reputation amongst his peers. He’s reliable, entirely non-judgemental, and perhaps most important of all, discreet.

Tenya was someone his queer classmates could approach. He was someone who could be trusted with anything, be it mental health issues or conflicts at home or navigating someone’s complicated relationship with their gender or sexuality. Even if he didn’t know much about the subject at hand, his friends knew that he’d do research and ask questions and work hard to understand before making any attempt at giving advice.

These talks sometimes get heavy, emotionally charged. Tenya has talked classmates through panic attacks, held their hand when they became too choked up to speak, and on occasion, held them tightly as they cried into his shoulder. Originally, the physical contact had made Tenya a bit uncomfortable―he’d power through it for their sakes―but over time, it became natural.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t find it all that surprising when some of his “office hours” became more sexual in nature.

It had started out with simple favors, tools Tenya could add to his arsenal to help a certain handful of classmates work through their frustrations or help them relax. All he required was a time and a place, no reciprocation required. He’d bring whatever protection necessary. It had originally been an arrangement worked out among his closest friends, and never really went past heavy make-out sessions with Midorya or playing with Uraraka’s clit through her panties or sucking Todoroki off in the showers.

That changed when Kirishima approached him.

Tenya had thought he somehow found out about the arrangement between Midorya, Uraraka, and Todoroki, but as it turned out, Kirishima just… wasn’t that shy about asking. His reasoning, too, was simple: “I trust you, man. I know you’ll keep this between us.”

Though a bit hesitant, Tenya agreed to it. Kirishima has always been friendly towards him, and he could keep a secret when it really mattered. They would meet in Tenya’s room that same evening at the designated time, where they discussed what Kirishima wanted to do, and―

Tenya’s face was buried into his pillow, muffling high-pitched moans as Kirishima thrusted into him. He was far gentler than what he would’ve expected from him―Kirishima’s all about going hard at everything he does―but considering just how out of his element he was at the time, Tenya was grateful. He’d fingered himself before, but he never felt so full in his entire life. He seems to recall thinking that Kirishima must’ve been able to tell he had never gone all the way before, but he didn’t poke fun or tease or draw any attention to it.

That was three months ago.

Now, it’s a regular occurrence, a closely-guarded secret for Class 3-A. Three to five times a week, a classmate would proposition Tenya for a sexual favor, and provided they agreed to his terms―a few hours warning at minimum, no marks that couldn’t be hidden by their uniforms, using the protection he provided―he’d happily obliged.

After all, he’s the Class Representative, and it’s his duty to take care of his classmates.

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officially committing to cross-posting my work to tumblr and pillowfort! here's what i plan on queueing up through the end of the month in no particular order

(i'm not as intimately familiar with pillowfort's features as i am with tumblr, so pillowfort won't adhere to this schedule)

SFW | NSFW | Dead Dove/Problematic

first nine parts of A Class Rep's Duty

both chapters of red candles, silk rope

i've got you waiting for me (underneath the christmas tree) - i guess it's christmas now

the blood through your bandages

product testing

rev your engines

hanging on the telephone

around the corner

a few too many

these fics will be shared here, but they will not be posted to tumblr in their entirety

a little of you, a lot of blood-letting

i'm all out of hurt (you've used up all i've got)

anodyne (you hurt like heaven)

first chapter of hold back the night

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brother mine - year eleven

Chapter Rating: T Chapter Word Count: 1k Chapter Notes: originally posted to twitter here. tenya is 11 in this chapter.

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The life of a pro hero is busy, especially for one as beloved as Ingenium. This was a fact that Tenya was aware of for as long as he could be aware of anything. 

Mother says he’s very mature for his age, but the fact of the matter is that Tenya likes seeing his brother in action. He likes watching Tensei take down villains and carry out daring rescues and chase after cat buses. So he usually doesn’t mind when an emergency comes up that requires Tensei to cut their plans short, or reschedule an outing, or show up comically late to pick Tenya up to spend the night at his brother’s apartment.

Usually.

Tenya peeks out from behind the curtain, eyes scanning the audience. He sees Mother and Father in the front row, where the seats are reserved for the immediate family of the performers. The seat directly to Father’s left, right next to the aisle with a sign reading RESERVED FOR IIDA remains as empty as it had been the last time Tenya checked… and the time before that… and the time before that.

And the time before that.

This isn’t the first time Tensei has ever missed one of his school performances. Tenya doesn’t mind, of course―if Ingenium’s presence saves lives, then he isn’t going to fault his brother for not showing up. But Tensei promised he would be there this time, even if he had to show up in full hero gear. He promised.

Most kids his age would probably get angry. Tenya wouldn’t say he’s above that sort of behavior, but he knows his brother. Tensei doesn’t break a promise without good reason. He doesn’t simply lose track of time. Either there was a villain attack that required Ingenium’s presence… or something very bad happened to him.

Tenya frowns. If his brother were hurt, surely Mother and Father would know. They would’ve requested to take Tenya and go. So for the time being, maybe Tensei was fine… or maybe they just haven’t been able to contact his family yet.

Is Tensei hurt?

Is Tensei going to die?

Is Tensei already dead?

Tenya’s grip on his violin tightens with worry. Technically, Tensei isn’t late―Tenya’s solo isn’t for another fifteen minutes―but it’s unusual for him to cut it this close.

Ten minutes. Still no Tensei.

Five minutes. Neither Mother nor Father appear to have heard anything from Iidaten or the authorities.

Two minutes. Tenya can see the door to the auditorium open, but it’s just someone leaving to use the restroom.

When it’s time for Tenya to take the stage, he still doesn’t see any sign of his older brother. He hides his disappointment and growing despair as best as he can as he steps up to his mark. He tries to stop thinking about all the things that could have possibly gone wrong during Ingenium’s patrol as he brings his violin up. He avoids looking at the empty seat in the front row as he begins to play.

Tenya is able to get through his solo, but the growing fear that something has happened to his older brother doesn’t let up. The thought of coming home and being informed that Tensei is in the ICU terrifies him. What is he going to do without his older brother? There’s still so much he wants to learn from him, so much stuff they have yet to do together.

As Tenya reaches the last few measures of his solo, he sees the auditorium door open. The silhouette doesn’t match the person who had left minutes ago. As the figure moves closer, Tenya can make out familiar white armor.

Tensei looks devastated as he takes his seat next to Mother. For a brief moment, he and Tenya lock eyes. His expression is pained, deeply apologetic, but Tenya feels no anger. He heads backstage, releasing a breath he hadn’t even realized he had been holding.

-x-

“Hey, Otouto.”

Tenya looks up from his violin case, finding Tensei standing above him. He’s still dressed in his Ingenium gear, helmet tucked under his arm and expression somewhat sad. He kneels down to Tenya’s level, setting his helmet down on the floor.

“I’m sorry I missed your solo, Tenya,” Tensei says. “I know you worked so hard to prepare for tonight, and that you were―”

Tenya throws all decorum aside to throw his arms around his older brother, nearly tripping over his violin case in the process. Tensei lets out a tiny “oof!” in surprise, steadying himself before he returns the hug.

“I thought something happened,” Tenya says softly.

Tensei squeezes Tenya tightly. “There was an incident right at the end of patrol that my team needed me for. Thankfully, everyone’s okay―nothing more than minor injuries―but I don’t know if that would’ve been the case if I hadn’t gone.”

It’s only then Tenya notices the bandage on Tensei’s forehead, just under his hairline. He frowns. “You’re hurt―”

“That one isn’t actually from the villain,” Tensei says sheepishly, pulling back. “I, um. May have ran face-first into a traffic sign when I realized I was going to be late for your solo. And that only made me more late.”

“Are you okay? Head injuries―”

“I’m fine! I promise, Kikuchi-san wouldn’t have let me go if there had been something wrong.”

Tenya nods, a small smile finding its way to his lips. “So what happened?”

“Ugh, it was a real doozy, Tenya,” Tensei says, picking his helmet up off the floor and standing up. “How about this―I’ll tell you about it over some cake at Hopper’s. My treat for missing your solo.”

Tenya beams, picking up his violin case. Tensei lets out a laugh, reaching down to muss up Tenya’s hair. “Should I take that as a yes?”

Tenya nods. He’s picky about his sweets―not like Tensei, who would down straight sugar if given the opportunity―and the orange cheesecake from Hopper’s is by far his favorite. He takes his brother’s hand as they leave the classroom, looking forward to hearing about Ingenium’s latest exploit.

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brother mine - year ten

Chapter Rating: T Chapter Word Count: 910 Chapter Notes: originally posted to twitter here. tensei is 25 in this chapter.

Chapter-specific content warnings: minor child injury

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Engine has been the dominant Quirk in the Iida Family for generations. Mutant-type Quirks were often dominant genes, but Engine had something that a decent chunk of Quirks in this class lacked: the next generation was always superior to that of their predecessors.

Tensei had explained it to Tenya in terms of technology―newer models often improved on the older ones, fixing what was wrong with the previous generation for a faster, more reliable processor. In their case, each subsequent generation of Engine was faster than the last, and depending on where in the body the engine systems manifested, the power could vary between siblings.

There are things Tensei can do that Tenya likely would never be able to on his own. He can hover about a foot off the ground, he can propel himself straight up like a rocket, he can technically fly short distances (though his comms team and his technicians and his medics really hate it when he does that). Having his Engines in his arms meant that he could be much more mobile than his father or his grandfather had been. He was also capable of reaching top speed instantly, whereas Tenya had gears he needed to go through one at a time.

But Tenya’s Engine placement is logical for someone with a speed-based Quirk. Even now, at ten years old, the kid is tall for his age. His speed without using his Quirk is astonishing. His strides are big enough to accommodate moving at speeds fast enough to break the sound barrier.

Tenya’s that step between generations, where a company makes key improvements to an existing model without overhauling the entire design. He’s superior without making Tensei obsolete, a preview of what’s to come if either of them have children. He’s the fastest Iida, and he’s still in primary school.

Being fast had one very brutal drawback, though―Tenya was not good at stopping, and he was even worse with corners. Which is why Tensei is currently kneeling in front of his little brother, who is very clearly trying not to cry while he checks to see if Tenya broke his nose from running straight into the massive tree back behind the Iida family estate.

“Sorry, Otouto,” Tensei says, as he gently prods the bridge of Tenya’s nose. He frowns sympathetically when Tenya inhales sharply at the contact, but nothing feels wrong. “Good news, it doesn’t seem to be broken! Bad news, you’re probably going to have some nasty bruising.

Tenya lets out a quiet, frustrated sound, wiping up blood and snot with the handkerchief Tensei keeps tucked in his pocket. “Again?”

“Stopping is hard. Corners are harder.” Tensei brings a hand up to Tenya’s shoulder. “Believe me, kiddo, I went through the same thing. You’ll get it eventually.”

Tenya doesn’t say anything as Tensei guides him over to one of the garden benches, where they have a first aid kit on standby. He radiates frustration the entire time Tensei tends to his bloody nose. He’s glaring at nothing in particular, eyes still brimming with tears even after his face has been cleaned up and little rolls of gauze have been pushed into his nostrils to staunch the bleeding.

“Tenya,” Tensei says gently. “I mean it―I didn’t get the hang of corners until I was in middle school. I have airbags installed in my suit because I still sometimes have trouble stopping reliably. I mean, just last week, I crashed trying to pursue that Bat Villain, remember?”

While the frustration in Tenya’s eyes doesn’t disappear entirely, his expression does become more thoughtful. “Can I try one more time?”

Tensei hesitates. He admires Tenya’s determination, but one more high-speed collision might actually break his nose. “You sure? There’s no shame in taking a breather and coming back to corners another day.”

“One more try,” Tenya says. “Please, Oniisan?”

Tensei lets out a soft huff of laughter, mussing up Tenya’s hair. “Alright, one more try.”

Tenya hops off the bench, expression fiercely determined as he walks back over to the starting line Tensei marked into the dirt with a stick. Tensei takes his spot near the tree, Mother’s contact info pulled up just in case―if Tenya did end up breaking his nose, he wanted to make sure to keep her in the loop.

“Ready?” Tensei calls over.

Tenya gets into position, staring straight at the tree.

“Go!”

Tenya’s engines roar to life as he sprints towards the tree at first gear, feet furiously hitting the dirt path that has been worn into the ground through generations of Quirk training. Tensei feels his heart beating hard in his chest as Tenya comes closer and closer to the tree, bracing for impact.

It does not come.

Tenya, about a meter or so away from the tree, turns to his right. He runs another few meters before skidding to a halt, eyes wide and chest heaving. After a moment, a wide grin breaks out across his face.

“I did it!” Tenya screams.

Tensei laughs, jogging over to his little brother. He hoists him up into his arms, pulling him into a tight hug. “You did it!”

Whatever frustration remains is dispelled and replaced by excited, enthusiastic energy. Tensei barely manages to get Tenya back on the ground before he runs towards the house to share his latest accomplishment with Father. With a laugh, Tensei texts Mother the good news, then goes back to the bench to pack up the first aid kit.

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brother mine - year nine

Chapter Rating: T Chapter Word Count: 1.4k Chapter Notes: originally posted to twitter here. tensei is 24 in this chapter.

Chapter-specific content warnings: off-screen, non-graphic death of a child; nightmares

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Despite how glamorized their line of work is, being a hero is dangerous. Tensei risks his life daily to protect those just trying to go about their lives. He comes home with bruises and fractured bones. He spends nights in the hospital hooked up to IV drips and monitors. He sees his therapist monthly for the mental scars.

The sponsorship deals, the interviews, the fan accounts, they make it easy to forget just how much pain and death is involved with being a hero. Though Ingenium learned this lesson early, it does not make it any easier to have someone die on his watch.

Losing a civilian is painful. Losing a child is excruciating.

The decimated roads made it impossible for paramedics to get to the little boy in a timely manner. It meant that Ingenium had to get him to the ambulance instead, running as quickly as he possibly could without jostling him. He did everything he could to keep him awake, remaining with him until they arrived at the nearest hospital and the doctors rushed him to surgery.

Tensei was informed not even an hour later that the child died on the operating table. He remained with the parents for a little while, offering what comfort he could before returning to his agency to fill out incident reports. He didn’t actually end up doing any paperwork, though, as two of Mother’s sidekicks―technically his, but in his mind they’d always be Algorhythma’s sidekicks―commandeered the stack of reports before he could even get into his office.

“Go home,” Honeybee had said, like she was talking to the rambunctious ten-year-old who had just ran face-first into a wall during Quirk training and not the 24-year-old head of Team Iidaten. “Try to get some rest… and don’t beat yourself up over what happened.”

The sky is dark when Tensei sets foot in his apartment. Nemuri is there in an instant, pulling him into a tight hug. He figured she probably already knew―the kidnapping was all over every news station in the country. All of Japan knew that Ingenium, for the first time in his career, hadn’t been fast enough.

“I’m sorry,” Nemuri murmurs.

“Mother would’ve figured out a way,” Tensei says. “She would’ve―”

“Algorhythma isn’t Nighteye, Ten.” Nemuri pulls back, cupping his cheeks with her hands. “She might’ve found a way to get the poor boy to the hospital faster, but you and I both know she can’t guarantee his survival.”

He knows she’s right, but that doesn’t make it any easier to accept.

“You did everything you could,” Nemuri continues, her thumb gently brushing away his tears. “There is not a single person out there who thinks otherwise.”

She pulls Tensei in for another hug, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and holding him fiercely. She doesn’t let go until his breathing has steadied and his trembling has subsided.

“Are you going to be okay if I go home?” Nemuri asks. “I can stay the night if you need me to.”

Tensei manages a weak smile, shaking his head. “I’ll be okay. Thank you, though. And thank you for babysitting Tenya. I know it was pretty short notice.”

The beginning of his day feels like forever ago―a family emergency came up for one of his sidekicks, and Tensei offered to cover their patrol. He was only supposed to work a half day, that way he still had plenty of time to hang out with Tenya… and then the kidnapping happened. The kidnapping that eventually became a massive domestic terrorist incident.

Nemuri returns the smile. “Tenya’s a sweetheart. I’d drop everything in a heartbeat for that kid, you know I would.”

“Still, thank you.”

“Of course.” Nemuri moves towards the door, tugging on her shoes. “Tenya’s already in bed. Sorry to say he was up past his bedtime, but he was pretty worried about you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Tensei says. “It’s not the end of the world if he sleeps in a little bit every once in a while.”

“Wouldn’t kill you to sleep in here and there, either, Mister Chronic Insomnia.” Nemuri opens the door, but before she steps out into the hall, she turns back to him. “Call me if you need anything, Ten. Even if you just need a few pics of Sushi.”

“I will. Text me when you get home?”

“Will do. Take care, Tensei.”

The moment Nemuri shuts the door behind her, Tensei feels exhaustion settle deep into his bones. Still, his mind won’t shut up. All he can think about is the child he failed to save.

The child who couldn’t have been that much older than his own little brother.

Tensei isn’t sure how he ends up in front of Tenya’s room, but he doesn’t hesitate to open the door and poke his head in. Tenya is sleeping peacefully in his bed, the frog-print blankets tucked around him tightly and Aoi snuggled close to his chest.

While it doesn’t do much to silence the noise in his head, it does soothe Tensei’s nerves to see his brother is safe and sound. Not wanting to disturb Tenya, he quietly closes the door, then walks across the hall to his room.

Somehow, after he changes into his sleep clothes and gets settled into bed, sleep finds him.

-x-

Tensei wakes gasping for air, his heart pounding a bruise into his chest. He throws himself up into a sitting position, eyes wide with terror as he takes in his surroundings. He’s in his room, not in a burning, crumbling building in the heart of Musutafu. He’s dressed in the ugly as sin (but unfairly comfortable) cat joggers that Shota got him three birthdays ago and an old t-shirt, not his Ingenium armor. His hands are cold, clammy, and damp with sweat, not his brother’s blood.

The breathing exercises aren’t helping. His heart is still beating too hard, mind racing too fast, emotions far too overwhelming for him to rationalize anything. Tensei stumbles out of bed and into the hall, not caring if his steps are loud enough to wake the neighborhood. What little self control he had goes into making sure he doesn’t slam open the door to Tenya’s room when Tensei checks on him for the second time that night.

Tenya is not lying in a pool of blood. His body isn’t broken beyond repair. He isn’t pleading for Tensei to save him, begging for his brother to make the pain stop. No, Tenya is still fast asleep. He’s sprawled out in the middle of the bed, blankets kicked down to his knees and Aoi dangerously close to falling over the edge.

The sight of Tenya dreaming peacefully helps Tensei come back down to reality. He’s finally able to get his breathing under control, the tension in his body bleeding out slowly. His chest aches, his lungs burn, his hands are still shaking, but it no longer feels like his world is crumbling down around him.

When he feels steady enough to move, Tensei quietly walks towards Tenya’s bed. He rescues Aoi from the edge and settles the little cat-bear-rabbit thing back into its rightful place against Tenya’s chest. He pulls the covers back over his little brother’s sleeping form, intent on returning to his room―

“Ten-nii?”

Tenya’s voice is soft and heavy with sleep, tinged with a sort of worry Tensei has only really heard out of him when hero work lands him in the hospital.

“Everything’s okay, Otouto,” Tensei says, fighting to keep his voice steady. “Go back to sleep.”

Tenya, unsurprisingly, does not believe him. He opens his eyes blearily, pulling himself up into a sitting position. “Is it about what happened today?”

Tensei knows trying to brush him off isn’t going to work. He lets out a sigh, sitting down next to Tenya. “Not directly. I had a nightmare.”

After a moment, he feels Tenya crawl onto his lap. Small arms wrap around his middle, but they’re not long enough to go all the way around. That doesn’t stop him from squeezing Tensei as tightly as he can, a dead-on imitation of what he would do for Tenya if their positions were reversed.

Tensei returns the hug, his arms enveloping Tenya effortlessly. He buries his face into his little brother’s hair, a fresh wave of grief washing over him. His body convulses with silent sobs as he holds Tenya close, as though he can shelter him from all the cruelty the world had to offer.

Tenya doesn’t say a word―he just quietly offers what comfort he can.

Eventually, Tenya drifts back off to sleep, his cheek pressed to Tensei’s chest and hands gripping his shirt tightly. Tensei lies back in the bed, bringing his sleeping brother down with him and pulling the blankets up around them.

This time, when Tensei drifts off, he does not dream.

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brother mine - year eight

Chapter Rating: T Chapter Word Count: 1.8k Chapter Notes: originally posted to twitter here. tenya is 8 in this chapter.

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“Stay close to me, Tenya. I don’t want you getting lost.”

Tenya doesn’t need to be told twice. He tightens his grip on Tensei’s hand as they push their way through the sea of people that crowd Zoo Dreamland’s entry plaza. This wasn’t anything unusual for the park, especially on a clear summer day, but today is special―All Might is supposed to be making an appearance in the afternoon.

Though Ingenium is obviously Tenya’s favorite hero, All Might is definitely his second. He’s everything a good hero should be―brave, strong, compassionate… always saving the day with a smile on his face. According to Tensei, he’s nice, too!

Meeting All Might hadn’t originally been part of the plan, but upon finding out why the crowd at Zoo Dreamland felt more dense than usual, Tensei offered to add it to their agenda. Tenya agreed to it, even though it would mean he probably wouldn’t get to go on as many rides as he would on their usual trips. There will always be more Dreamland trips, but he probably won't get to see All Might this close ever again… at least, not until he’s a pro hero, like Tensei.

The longer lines at each attraction do very little to ruin Tenya’s good mood. For him, it’s less about what he’s doing, and more about who he’s with. He hasn’t been able to spend as much time with Tensei since he took over Iidaten, and with his older brother just a month away from moving out of their family home, he’s about to be spending even less time with him. He’s a little sad about that―it means Tensei won’t be around to comfort him after nightmares or tell him how his patrol went over dinner or play games with him―but he knows that Ingenium’s work is saving lives. Tenya will do whatever he can to cheer him on.

For now, though, it’s just him and his big brother, patiently waiting their turn for the teacup ride.

-x-

By the time All Might’s meet and greet begins, the crowd is so dense, it’s almost impossible to move. Tenya has a vice grip on Tensei’s hand as they try to find where the line for the meet and greet ends and the crowd of passersby begins. Normally, this would be about the point where he starts to get overwhelmed, but the presence of All Might just a few meters away seems to give him the strength to push through for just a little while longer.

He can do this.

Just up ahead, there’s a small clearing. The end of the line! Tenya begins to follow Tensei, ready to leave the chaos of the crowd behind when something―no, someone―catches his attention.

Someone is crying. They sound scared. Tenya stops in his tracks, trying to find where they are. Maybe he could help! Or Tensei, if they needed a hero! Tensei was the best at helping people!

There. Tenya sees a small opening in the crowd, where he finds a freckle-faced child about his age wearing a bright yellow All Might shirt and black shorts. He has messy green hair and big, green eyes that are shiny with tears. He’s frantically scanning the crowd, growing more and more distressed each passing second.

He’s lost.

Tenya hears Tensei call out his name when he lets go of his hand and begins weaving through the crowd towards the lost child. As small as he is, darting through the tiny gaps between people isn’t a problem―he reaches the crying child quickly, all without using his Quirk.

“H―Excuse me,” Tenya calls out, remembering his manners at the last possible second. “Are you okay?”

The green-haired boy chokes out, “Mom, I can’t find Mom!”

“Tenya! You can’t just run off like that!”

Tenya turns to find Tensei emerging from the crowd behind him. He doesn’t look angry, but he can definitely tell he’s going to be having a talk with Mother about running off in a crowded place when they get home. “Tensei! We need to help him find his Mother!”

Tensei’s attention turns to the child standing beside Tenya, expression softening. He kneels down to their level, addressing the crying boy directly. “Hey, little guy. My name’s Tensei Iida, and this is my brother, Tenya. Can you tell me your name?”

The child sniffles. “Izuku.”

“Where did you last see your mother, Izuku? Was it anywhere near here?”

Izuku nods, pointing towards a cart selling limited edition All Might merch. “We were over there. I saw something here and wanted a closer look, and I thought Mom was following, but when I turned around, she was gone!”

“If this was only a few minutes ago, I don’t think your mother would’ve gone very far with this crowd,” Tensei says gently. “The lost child center is on the other end of the park, so our best bet is to try and look around here first.”

Tenya listens as Tensei patiently asks Izuku questions, looking around the crowd for anyone matching his description of his mother, Inko―a short woman with green hair wearing a pink cardigan and blue skirt. He’s too short to see very much, though, so when Tensei stands up and takes their hands, he focuses on cheering Izuku up.

“So you like All Might?” Tenya asks.

Izuku nods, wiping away a few tears with the hand that isn’t holding Tensei’s. “Y-yeah! He’s so cool and fast and he always saves the day with a smile on his face! I know all about him!”

Tenya smiles. “Tensei has worked with him before! He says All Might is really nice.” He tugs lightly at Tensei’s arm. “Right, Tensei? You’ve met All Might before, tell Izuku about him!”

Izuku looks up at Tensei with wide green eyes. “You worked with him? Are you a hero, too?”

Tensei smiles. “Yeah! I’m the Turbo Hero: Ingenium.”

Tenya manages not to laugh when Izuku’s jaw drops. He starts asking questions about a bunch of Ingenium’s lesser-known encounters with villains, his Quirk, his sidekicks. His enthusiasm is contagious―Tenya finds himself chiming in with details Tensei missed. He almost forgets what they’re doing.

“Izuku? Izuku, honey, where are you?”

Inko looks every bit as distraught as Izuku had when Tenya found him. The minute she lays eyes on Izuku, she runs forward, openly sobbing as she pulls her son into her arms.

“Oh my goodness, Izuku, you had me so worried―”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to run off!”

Inko shushes him, wiping away his tears. “I’m just so relieved you’re safe.” She looks up to Tensei, giving him a watery smile. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no trouble,” Tensei says. “And I can’t really take the credit. Tenya is the one who found him.”

Inko’s gaze shifts to Tenya. “Thank you. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t stopped to help him.”

Tenya shrinks a little at being put on the spot, but he doesn’t hide behind his brother’s leg―he can’t be a hero if he can’t handle strangers. “It… it was the right thing to do.”

Tenya is prepared to part ways with Izuku when he and Tensei learn that the Midoriyas were also planning on meeting All Might. Tensei suggests they go as a group, giving Tenya and Izuku a little more time to hang out, and Inko agrees, to their delight. The entire time they’re in line, Izuku and Tenya excitedly talk about heroes.

“I’m going to be a hero just like my brother! A cool one,” Tenya proclaims, hands a blur of chopping motions. 

Izuku grins. “I’m gonna be a hero, too! Just like All Might!”

“Cool! What’s your Quirk? Are you strong like him? Or fast?”

“Ah… no,” Izuku’s expression drops. “I don’t have a Quirk.”

Tenya tilts his head. He’s never heard of a Quirkless hero before… but that didn’t mean it was impossible. Father always said nothing was impossible if you’re willing to put in the work.

“I think you could do it,” Tenya says. “Right, Tensei?”

“Hmm?” Tensei pauses his conversation about whatever it is grown-ups talk about with Inko. “What’s up?”

“You can be a hero without a Quirk, right?”

Both Izuku and Inko stiffen up, but Tenya keeps his focus on his brother. If anyone would know, it’d be Tensei. He knows everything about being a hero.

Tensei takes a moment to think. “It would be hard―with the way laws and regulations tied to heroics are set up, people with big, flashy Quirks like All Might and Endeavor are favored―but a Quirk in and of itself doesn’t make someone a hero. Granted, the closest example I can think of is someone with a very subtle Quirk, but the same concept applies. They’d need to work a lot harder than their peers, but if they have the drive to help people, there’s no doubt in my mind that someone without a Quirk could become a hero.”

Izuku looks like he might burst with excitement. “Mom! Mom, Mom, MomMomMom, did you hear him? Ingenium says I can be a hero!”

Their wait in the long line to meet All Might passes quickly with chattering about hero names and costume ideas. Eventually, after they’ve taken their pictures with the Symbol of Peace, it’s time for them to go their separate ways.

“Bye, Tenya,” Izuku calls as he and his mother head for one end of the parking lot. “And thanks again for the autograph, Mr. Ingenium!”

Tenya waves, a big grin on his face. “Bye, Izuku! I hope we’ll get to team up someday!”

He can still hear Izuku’s chattering as Tensei leads the way back to their car on the other side of the lot, slowly fading away as the distance between them grows. As they begin the drive back home to Naruhata, Tenya thinks back on his brother’s words.

“Do you really think Izuku can be a hero without a Quirk?” Tenya asks.

“Just because it hasn’t been done before doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen,” Tensei says. “While it’s not legal, there are plenty of vigilantes out there without Quirks―maybe if they had been given a chance by the Hero Commission, they would’ve become great heroes.”

Tenya frowns. “So Izuku doesn’t have a very good chance.”

Tensei chooses his words carefully. “The odds aren’t in his favor, but I stand by what I said. If he has the heart of a hero―and I think he does―he’ll make it happen. He just needs someone to believe in him.”

Tenya considers his brother’s words carefully. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever meet Izuku again. They might not even make it into the same hero academy… but he hopes he makes it.

Even if he never sees Izuku again, Tenya will believe that he’ll make his dream come true.