#iida tenya drabble

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"so good "⇢ praise // iida tenya prev. — event list — next warnings: rough, pet names (pretty girl, baby, good girl) a/n: i know it was supposed to be kiri but when inspo stikes, i have to run with it. hope you enjoy

“Come on, baby.” 

Tenya’s low words ran like water over your skin, sinking deep into you as your back arched slightly and a whimper fell from your lips. You could feel his thick fingers…god, his thick fucking fingers…You could feel them slowly rolling in and out of your wet cunt, the squelching only making the tight coil in your abdomen tighten moreso.  

It was ridiculous how obsessed you were with Tenya fingering you but how could you not be? Especially when he threw everything in him into it. He had a good rhythm, knew when to go faster and when to go slower and when to go harder– 

A strangled moan burst from your throat as the pads of his fingers brushed that glorious spot, your skin heating and your heart racing. “Fu…Fuck, Tenya…want…want you inside…please…” You whimpered out, throwing your head back onto the pillow as your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parting.  

He chuckled softly, his free hand gripping the fat of your thigh and firmly holding you down and in place for his ministrations. “Not yet, honey. C’mon…you know what I want.” He said simply, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your swollen clit. “You’re already doing so good for me, princess. I know you can do it, I know you’re getting close. Come for me like a good girl. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? You’re my good girl, right?” 

Oh. 

His words struck something inside you, something you’ve never felt before when it came to the bedroom. He had never said something like that before but he said it with such confidence, such finality that you knew it had done its intended purpose. 

A moan whimpered out of your lips, your hands mindlessly grasping at his hand on your thigh. “Yes…please, I’m your…” You broke off, that familiar feeling of your impending orgasm teasing you. Your hips squirmed erratically, trying to chase it down. 

“Say it for me, baby.” 

You whined, unable to feel shame at how absolutely pathetic you sounded. This is what you got though, for asking him to completely wreck you. It had been over a week since the last time you were intimate with your boyfriend and you needed it, you craved it. You wanted him and you told him outright. Once he got home from running his Saturday errands, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed and said simply I want you to completely wreck me. Give me all you have and more. I want you to fuck me brainless. Now, please.

And oh, he was at a good start. 

A brush of his calloused thumb against your clit brought you back to his question and you whimpered. “I’m your good girl, please…I’m so close…I wanna…” 

Your words were cut off by your own strangled cry of ecstasy as he started fingerfucking into you, his fingers moving harder and faster. After only a few pumps, your walls were squeezing around his thick fingers as your back arched off of the bed and your hands clenched in the sheets. 

Bliss, absolute bliss. You rode out your orgasm, reality blurring around you as you felt your pussy throb throughout your entire body. Still splayed out and trembling, you could vaguely feel Tenya’s grip leave your thigh and run up your body before weaving his fingers through your one hand, pushing them above your head and into the mattress. You felt his large body cover yours, your legs immediately folding around his hips as his hardened cock slid across your slick slit. 

You whimpered softly, eyes blinking open to look up at him and seeing a flicker of pride over his expression. 

“I love feeling you come around my fingers but I’m not done wrecking you, princess.” 

He tilted his head down to capture your lips in his, tongue licking into your mouth and pulling a gasp from your throat. It was deliciously filthy, the way he licked into your mouth as he ground his hips against yours and sliding across your slit. You could hear the lewd sounds of your wet cunt and it seemed to push him forward, continuing to rut against you until you were whimpering and digging your heels into his ass, begging…

“Please…” You managed to gasp out as he was sucking your neck, licking the sweat slicked skin after his assault. 

“Use your words.” 

You groaned in frustration, trying to buck your hips. Your first orgasm was already forgotten, the throbbing already slowed down to the dull ache of wanting more. “Please fuck me…I need it, need you.” 

A chuckle sounded against your neck before he pulled away, looking down at you with darkened and hungry eyes. “You wanted me to still wreck you, right?” A quick nod. “Tell me if I’m too rough, okay?” Another nod was all he needed. 

He was quick to line up the tip of his reddened cock to your slick entrance, running it along your slit one, two, three times before plunging into you with a hiss. You felt him fill you to the brim, the feeling dull the ache only slightly. 

You gasp out softly, taking in the little moment that he gave you to adjust to his girth before he started fucking into you with powerful thrusts. Lewd noises filled the room, your gasping moans like a symphony with the slapping of your hips together and Tenya’s pants fanning against your lips. 

“God, your pussy feels so good.” 

His words added to your arousal, causing you to arch into him as he ducked back down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. His hand holding yours down squeezed slightly as his tongue rolled around yours, sucking on the appendage before pulling away. Barely an inch away from your lips, his breath fanned over your wet lips as you whined and whimpered pathetically. 

“You take my cock so good, baby.” 

You squirmed under him, the ecstasy of the moment, of his praising words, adding fuel to the fire in your abdomen. 

He pulled away after a moment, readjusting his position to sit up on his knees. He pulled you closer, both hands gripping your thighs before continuing his thrusts. The new position pulled a staggering moan from your lips and the feel of your breasts bouncing with every thrust just added to your arousal. 

“Do you like it when I praise you? When I tell you how good you take me, how hot you look squirming and whining under me?” 

Your hands fumbled against your face for a moment, mouth gaping open as whimpers fell from your kiss bruised lips before they moved down your sides to grab at his hands. He didn’t move his grip away from your thighs, his hips and thrusts ruthless as he fucked into your whimpering form. 

“I can tell you like it because you’re practically dripping around my cock. Fuck…I can’t get enough of you, baby.” 

His words trailed off with an insatiable groan that just spiked your arousal, the sound shooting straight down to your fluttering cunt. 

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze around my cock…” 

His thrusts were pulling mewling noises from you, the building arousal inside you building and building. 

Tenya took one hand from your thighs to knead at your breast, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. “God, you’re taking it so good for me. So good. You’re so good for me. Doing so good.” 

Through your almost drunken stupor, you could tell he was getting closer to his own orgasm as you were. His thrusts were becoming erratic and his breath was panting, his jaw tightened and his brow was furrowing like he was holding it back until you came. Maybe he was. You didn’t think too much about it because you knew you were getting close, your first orgasm keeping you sensitive to his rough ministrations.

You were pulled from your thoughts as his rhythm stuttered to a stop and he pulled his hands away but before you could complain, he gripped the back of your thick thighs and pushed them forward. Tenya folded your knees closer into your chest, his grip moving from the fat of your thighs to the back of your knees before he continued his brutal pace. 

Your eyes practically rolled back in pleasure as he cock brushed up against that spongy spot in your quivering cunt, shaky moans spilling from your lips. The new position opened up a new wave of arousal, for both you and Tenya it seemed as he was growling as he continued to give you praises with each thrust. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” 

“You’re doing so well.” 

“That’s a good girl, taking me so good…” 

“Feel so amazing.” 

“Keep making those pretty sounds for me, pretty girl.” 

“God, if only you could see how good your pussy looks, taking my cock like this.” 

You whined out, the constant praises spilling from his rasping lips shooting straight to your pussy. You could feel yourself on the edge, ready to fall over and finally take your orgasm. “Ten…Tenya, I…” You sobbed out a moan, your voice hitching and quivering as your hands squeezed the sheets beside you. 

“C’mon, use your words. Use your words, pretty girl.” His voice was tight and you knew at that moment that he was holding back, holding back his own arousal until you got where you needed to be. 

“I wanna come…I’m gonna, please make me…let me come, please.” You blubbered out, your eyes meeting his darkened gaze and practically pleading with him. One of your hands came up to grab at one of your breast, squeezing and kneading it harshly. A sharp jolt of pleasure ran through your body at the action but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. 

Tenya seemed to be waiting for the words, always the gentleman. 

Erratic and unforgiving thrusts started to smack into you, the pleasure bubbling inside and causing your voice to whimper and whine as he grunted with each hard thrust. It was rough, dirty and deliciously filthy but you loved it. Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge until you were crying out and your toes began to curl, your orgasm rocking your entire body. You could feel your clit pulse and your cunt clench around Tenya’s cock, pulling a growled moan from the man above you before his hips stuttered and you felt him spill inside you. 

You felt like you were on cloud nine as your orgasm radiated in every cell in your body, leaving your breath gasping as you milked Tenya’s cock. A staggering groan pulled your eyes to your boyfriend above you, a look of well earned exhaustion but satisfaction on his expression. His gaze was focused on you as he panted, slowly pulling your quivering legs apart to lean down between them. 

You whined softly at the action as you felt his cock shift inside you but he continued down before he was hovering just above you, the throbbing cock still sheathed in your clenching pussy. He dipped his head down, barely brushing your lips as his pants fanned over your skin. 

“You did such a good job, baby girl.” 

Humming softly, you chased after his lips for a moment before you moved them slowly against his. Inhaling from your nose sharply, you continued to kiss your lover slow and steady as you both rode out your orgasm. 

After a long few minutes of kissing, you pulled away and your head fell down against the pillow. “You completely wrecked me. Especially with the…” You almost slurred out, the pleasure of your tryst practically dulling your senses as you continued to feel like you were floating. 

“The praise?” Tenya supplied after a moment, chuckling when you hummed in approval. “I had a feeling you’d like that. I wanted to try it out, see if you liked it.” 

“Well, I definitely did.” 

Tenya smiled softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead for a long moment before meeting your gaze again. 

“You deserve all the praise, pretty girl.” 

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"Where are you going?" You sleepily mumbled out, hand holding on to his clothing to stop him from leaving. Iida looked back, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you look at him with one eye open. He reached out to cup your cheek, feeling your head lean into his touch. His thumb drew circles on your cheek, letting out a small chuckle when he heard your satisfied hum. "I have to start my routine love." "Can't you stay for five more minutes?" You mumbled out, closing your eyes as you succumbed to Iida's touch. "Please?" "You know I can't. Our five minutes turn into hours and the agency really needs me today." He whispered, softly removing his hold on you. You groaned at the lack of touch, slowly sitting up as you watch him stand up and stretch. "Sometimes, I hate how diligent you are." He let out a silent laugh, "I'm sorry I have to leave you alone for a bit. I promise I'll be waiting for you at the agency for our lunch time." "Okay." You place a kiss on his lips, a sleepy smile present on your lips "I love you Tenya." "I love you too." He placed a hand on the back of your head, kissing your forehead before looking into your eyes as he whispered, "I love you more than you'll ever know."

[bananawafers]

mha boys as fall date ideas 🍂

(pt. 1!)

denki kaminari ~ arcade night 🕹️

• grabs your hand and excitedly drags you toward new games he sees

• excited lil high fives and waist hugs when you win a game

• sharing snacks with each other aw

• uses his quirk on the punching bag machine to impress you but instead you laugh at his dazed expression afterwards

• spends his tickets buying whatever prize you want like a true gentleman

Iida tenya ~ farmer’s market 🍯

• “ah, the farmer’s market! i’ve read that autumn produce is in its peak!”

• makes sure you’re properly bundled, you won’t be catching a cold on his watch!

• him comparing the prices between different produce stands. he must get his money’s worth

• yet you also manage to convince him to buy matching fuzzy socks with you

• he goes out of his way to open every door for you

• him needing to sneak pictures of you for keeps sake <3

mirio togata ~ fall festival 🎢

• so enthusiastic to be spending the evening with you

• he’s a sucker for hand holding. he doesn’t care if it’s corny

• jokingly getting your faces painted together like a couple of 5 year-olds

• every game he loses is automatically “rigged”

• him secretly being happy when you grip his hand on the roller coaster

• if you’re cold, he’ll simply pull you close and drape his coat around you

• him kissing you senseless in the photo booth

[spacecatchako]

Kissing Lessons- Tenya Iida x Reader

Pairing: Tenya Iida x Gen! Reader Genre: Fluff Content Warnings: Suggestive fluff, Tenya and reader are third years here, marking (reader is okay with it lol), no actual sex or smut, making out, praise, neck kissing Word count: 1.2k words Tenya has never had his first kiss before. You offer to teach him how.

When Tenya Iida, class 3-As representative, declared that he had never kissed anyone before, you almost did a spit take.

It was understandable; an uptight guy focused on hero work probably didn't make much time for romance. But at the same time, it was almost unbelievable. Tenya Iida was beyond handsome, if not the most handsome guy in 3-A. You can't say you hadn't fantasized about making a move on him in your three years at U.A. together.

So that's how the two of you got here, sitting across from one another on your dorm bed. Tenya sits cross-legged in front of you.

When you realized the blue-haired boy had never been kissed before, he confided in you that he'd wanted his first time to be perfect. So you offered to teach him. It's what friends are for, after all.

"So just to be clear you haven't kissed anyone before? Not even a peck?" you verify, gentle and unjudging.

Tenya blushes and shakes his head from side to side.

"Not even a little."

You offer him a small smile.

"That's okay. We'll start small. Here."

You wait for his slight nod and straddle his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. Tenya is leaning against the wall by your bed, and your faces are close.

You can feel his breathing this close, the glisten of chapstick against his lips. His face is so close to yours. Cupping his face with one hand, you close the gap between your lips.

He grunts a little but eventually kisses back. After a few lingering moments of sweetness- chaste, nothing probing- you pull away, hand still cupping his square jaw. You can feel his stubble against your palm.

"See Tenya? That wasn't so hard."

He gasps a little, and his hands find your waist. During the entire kiss, he didn't know what to do with his hands.

His glasses are askew, and a light blush is dusting his face. His blue eyes are wide with shock and wonder.

"H-how. How did you do that so confidently?" He wonders aloud.

You smirk and tuck a lock of his well-kept blue hair behind his ear.

"Practice. Just act like you know what you’re doing and gauge the other persons reactions. That way you can figure out what they like. And ask for consent before doing something huge, obviously. Ask for consent before kissing them. It isn't too awkward if you're upfront and honest about it, I promise." You advise.

Tenya is still flustered, the collar of his blue shirt slightly uneven.

"If you want, you can try initiating. Go ahead." You say, leaning away from his grasp a little. "I'm all yours."

Tenya is hesitant when he leans forward to close the gap between the two of you, but when he does, it feels heavenly. Awkward and a little rough, his top lip bumping into yours, but your hands find purchase in his hair and adjust him to your liking. His lips are plush and soft. His breath is minty- he probably prepared for this- and hot against your mouth. He moans a little bit when you tug at his undercut and bring him closer.

His hands press into your lower back, pushing your lower body flush with his. His hands are so big and robust, capable of maneuvering you however he wishes. Your eyes flutter, taking in the senses. You moan softly, and he follows suit. You pull away briefly to switch angles and let your tongue lap out to meet his a little. Tenya's eyes widen slightly at the intrusion, but you smile reassuringly against his mouth. “This is okay.” You seem to tell him. “I want this,” you hope to convey.

His hands move from your waist to your upper back, under your shirt, trying to feel any expanse of skin he can reach. There's nothing but the sound of your breathing and the smack of your lips as you bring one another closer, closer, wanting never to let go.

You pull away for air, and Tenya follows your lips, desperate for more. You sigh and give him a chaste peck back.

"You seemed to like that, pretty boy. Want to try more?"

"I- yes, if you so wish to."

You hum, scooting against the pillows on your bed.

"Then take me."

Tenya presses you back into the pillows of your bed, pinning you down with his body weight. He is arguably the most muscular of class 3A, exceeding even Bakugo. He has so much strength and could crush you right now, but he chooses to use it gently, pinning you where he wants you, kissing you like you're the air he needs to breathe. You claw at his back, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull your bodies flush together. You're surprised when he pulls away from your lips, kisses your cheek, and then moves to your neck.

"Can I?" he murmurs, a low voice asking politely. He is ready for the possibility of you saying "No. This is too much. I want to stop here." He is prepared to be rejected and return to the quiet of his room to contemplate this last lesson. If that were the case, he wouldn’t feel hurt or entitled at all. Just grateful that he got to have you, like this, in any capacity. Grateful for your expertise and understanding, grateful for your touch and compassion.

So it's to his surprise when you whisper "yes," scritching at the base of his well-kempt undercut.

He hums and dives in, licking and sucking at your throat. You moan at the sensation, back arching into his touch, hugging him closer. Tenya braces himself against your bed and almost growls. It happened instantaneously and without you registering it, but your crotches are grinding together, all heat and light and comfort and carnal.

Who knew your formerly uptight, type-A class rep could be so gentle yet sensual and strong?

Tenya pulls away, and his eyes widen at the mark he left.

"I- shoot, I am so sorry," he panics at the mark left. He fusses over your bruised neck before you cut him off.

"Don't be, Tenya. I wanted it. I liked it a lot, you made me feel really good." you praise. Tenya adjusts his glasses, which are fogging up slightly due to his heavy breathing. His cheeks warm with the praise, and his heartbeat speeds up.

You guide him into another kiss, reassuring him that he did well. After plenty of time in class together, you know how Tenya reacts to praise. He thrives for it, chest throbbing. You nuzzle his cheek and jaw, giving him gentle pecks across his sharp jawline. Eventually you pull away, hands cupping his face, eyes meeting his. He seems so gentle here, nothing like the brazen boy or the confident leader that you’ve gotten to know.

"I'm going to ask you again because I care about you and I don't want to put too much on you. Do you want to go further or stop here?"

Tenya looks up at you, blue eyes shining in adoration.

"More. Please don't stop here, I want more of you." He pleads.

You give in his body against yours, hearts beating in tandem. You give him all you're willing to, and he gives you all of him too. He's such a good, strong boy, and you're more than happy to be his friend– or more. Whatever he wants to be, whatever he wants, he's yours.

Maybe he didn’t need kissing lessons after all.

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 13: Learning a craft w/ Iida Tenya

Word count: 1.4k, Gender-neutral reader

You were sitting in your dorm together. You had come up with an idea for your 5 month anniversary to try a couples painting with him. You two held your respective canvases, using each other and your muse’s. He happily accepted your offer when you had pitched to him which led you to where you were now, on your dorm floor with paints and brushes sprawled about the wooden surface. You perked up, “Ready to get started?”

Iida smiled and picked up a paintbrush, his gaze falling gently upon you. He wanted to make sure that he did you justice. His eyes trailed up and down your form, taking in every little detail before him. “I'd be more than happy to. Are there any specifications on this 'painting'?” You shake your head. “Nope! Not at all.” You exclaimed as you began dipping your brush into the rows of paints. 

Iida chuckles and nods to you before doing the exact same thing, his brush now loaded with paint as he turns to you, his eyes locked onto your figure. “What should I focus on whilst I'm painting you? Anything particular about you that I should pay special attention to?” You look up and shake your head. “Just do me justice, ‘kay?”” You grin, taking in his features before looking down and planting your first stroke.

Iida nodded and began to mimic what you were doing, carefully bringing his brush to the canvas to lay the first stroke against it. His eyes kept glancing at you, trying to capture you as perfectly as possible. He was focused and determined to do a good job. After all, this wasn't just some painting, it was a picture of you and that alone made him want to get it exactly right.

He felt a sense of pride and satisfaction in being able to capture this moment between them in a painting. Whenever he met eyes with you, he felt a warm feeling in his chest. After a while, he started to speak, his voice gentle and filled with admiration, “Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?”

The comment takes you aback. “Haha all the time, Ten. But you're quite handsome yourself.” you begin painting parts of his face, focusing on his ruby eyes that pierced into yours in that very moment. Iida smiled as he heard your response, his own painting faltering for a moment as he blushed. He had heard you call him handsome plenty of times before, but it never failed to make his heart skip a beat. After a heartbeat, he looked back at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “You flatter me. But it is mere truth. You are stunning.” He returned to painting you, his brush now paying close attention to your facial features.

You begin to feel your face heat up from your neck as you try to focus on the painting rather than his enticing compliments, making sure to paint across his sharp features and dashing eyes. He could feel his own heart fluttering as he continued to paint, his eyes drifting across the canvas to your face, admiring the way your fingers gently held the paintbrush to it. 

He spoke with a soft and sincere tone, his voice like a gentle caress against your ears.“You are doing a good job, you look perfect.” 

Your hand stutters a second, hiding your face behind the canvas. “Tenyaaa! Stop you're throwing me off” A soft chuckle escaped Iida's lips as he heard your whine. He knew that he had succeeded in flustering you, and the sight of you hiding behind the canvas only made his smile widen. With the brush still in his hand, he leaned forward a bit, trying to peer at you from around the canvas. “I'm doing nothing of the sort! I'm merely complimenting you, my love!” With a quick grunt, you uncover your face, attempting to finish the portrait, now focusing on his broad shoulders and the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

Iida's eyes followed yours, a hint of pride and satisfaction spreading through him. He was impressed with the level of attention you were paying to detail, and he could only imagine how the final portrait would turn out. “You are doing wonderfully, love. I can't imagine how this will turn out once we're done. I have no doubts that you will make me look incredible!” You respond automatically, trying to pay as much attention to detail as you could, “I think yours'll look just as wonderful, love! Make sure you get my good side!” You jest as you scooch to show him one side of your face. 

Iida laughed heartily, reaching over and gently putting a hand on your chin, tilting your head slightly while pretending to get a good look at your face, “I didn't know you had a bad side, darling. But all your sides are perfect to me.” You swat his hand away playfully, washing off your brush and blowing a bit of air onto the canvas to dry it quickly. “Almost done?” 

Iida's brush moved over the canvas with a certain grace, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on the tiniest of details. “Almost done indeed, my love! This is truly coming along better than I could have dreamed,” He was taking his time, wanting to make sure that every little aspect of you was captured perfectly. It was then that he realized that he was finished, putting down the brush and straightening up with a pleased smile. “Done!”

Your eyes lit up as you clasped the canvas, “Ready?” Iida's smile mirrored yours, excitement building within him as he held his canvas out in front of him. “Ready! On three... One... Two… Three!” You flip your canvases to face one another. Your eyes widen as you smile at the portrait. 

Iida's breath caught in his throat as he looked at your painting, his eyes widening and a grin lighting up his face. The sight of the portrait you had made of him was breathtaking, and he couldn't believe how well you had captured his likeness. Taking the canvas in both hands, he let out a soft huff of laughter. “Love... This is... simply incredible. You are a true artist. I am in awe. My painting is nothing compared to yours!” You hold his painting joyfully. “Ten, this is the best painting I can ask for! Especially since it was done by you.” You stare at the painting looking over every detail within it. Even if it wasn't super detailed, he captured a lot of your most meaningful features.

Iida smiled warmly at your compliment, his heart swelling with happiness. It was always flattering to be told that something he did was good, but to hear you, the one person who he cared about more than anyone else, say it... It made him feel like he was on top of the world. He couldn't contain the grin that spread across his face, his eyes practically sparkling. “And your painting of me is truly wonderful. You captured me perfectly. I will cherish it forever.” 

You grin, leaping up to place the canvas onto your desk delicately to dry. Iida's heart warmed at the sight. Seeing you handle it with such care and love made him feel a sense of contentment. “You know... You were absolutely correct about this idea, my love. Painting each other was a great idea. I cannot wait to hang these up.” you nod happily, helping him up from off the floor and allowing him to put his painting next to yours, “You did awesome, Love” 

Iida smiles and places his painting gently next to yours, stepping back to admire the two of them side by side. The result of their hard work laid out upon the desk before him. “And you did as well, darling. Ours truly look amazing together.” With a sigh, you nod, placing your head upon his shoulder contently. 

Iida's arm instinctively goes around you to pull you closer as you lean against him. He can feel the warmth of your body against his and it fills him with a sense of comfort. He looks down at the two paintings once more and then back at you, a soft smile still on his face. Nothing could ever beat the moments you two shared together in the comfort of one another. It was an urge he was pleased to give into when it came to sufficing your happiness. Maybe next time he’d strike up a proposal for your one on one bonding times but for now all he could do was bask in your presence along with the presence of your two new creations.

[milkmochixo]

pro hero tenya ida finger fucking nsfw

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰⊱ ───

You wore a tight red dress, revealing just enough to turn heads but leaving the most important one in awe-your boyfriend, the newly minted pro hero Ingenium. It was a surprise visit to his agency, located at the very top of a towering building. Despite his young age, he ran the place with the precision of a navy seal, commanding respect. But lately, his workload had become overwhelming, and it left you feeling neglected in more ways than one. Long, lonely nights, with only your fingers to dull the aching pulse between your legs-what kind of boyfriend would leave his pretty girlfriend in such need?

Today, though, you were going to teach him a lesson. You knew exactly how to get your perfect, well-mannered boyfriend to drop the "upstanding citizen" act: break the rules. That's why you spent the morning sifting through your closet, finding the most revealing dress you owned-a dark shade of red that clung to every curve. Beneath it, a pair of black lace underwear barely covered your throbbing pussy, already wet just from imagining what might happen next.

As the elevator climbed higher, your pulse quickened. The cool metal walls contrasted with the heat simmering under your skin, and every click of your heels on the marble floor echoed your growing anticipation. Your thoughts raced ahead, imagining how he would react, how he would scold you at first- his eyes dark with desire, though his voice remained steady. The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival, and your breath hitched.

When the doors slid open, your boyfriend rose to greet you, his surprise quickly shifting to something more heated. His eyes roamed over your body, lingering on the hem of your dress where it clung to your thighs, leaving nothing to his imagination. You could see the conflict in his gaze-the battle between his desire and his discipline. He adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain his usual air of control. "You shouldn't be here," he scolded, but his voice had a rough edge to it.

But his words didn't register fully. All you could think about was the way his fingers brushed his glasses-how desperately you wanted them on you, inside you. Your knees nearly buckled, but you had a goal in mind. With a sweet smile, you twirled, the dress swaying just enough to tease him further. "Like my dress, baby?" you asked innocently, knowing full well what you were doing.

He frowned, trying to stay focused, but you weren't giving him a chance. You sauntered over to his desk, sitting yourself in his lap, wiggling against his cock, feeling him harden beneath you. His jaw clenched as he pushed you off, his hands surprisingly gentle. "I have work," he said firmly, though his gaze betrayed him.

"Hmph," you pouted, standing reluctantly, but not before you "accidentally" knocked his papers off the desk. Bending down to pick them up, you made sure your ass was in perfect view. You could feel the thin lace of your panties dampening, and you knew he could see just how needy you were. Your pulse quickened when you heard his sharp intake of breath.

That was it. His control snapped. He stood behind you, gripping your ass tightly, grinding you against his cock with a growl low in his throat. "You've been such a bad girl," he muttered, his voice dark and commanding. "And you know what happens when you don't follow the rules."

Before you could respond, his Cartier-ringed hand trailed up your thigh, the cold metal sending a shiver through your body. Then, with a swift motion, he bent you over his desk, his hand coming down on your ass in a sharp slap-not hard enough to bruise, but enough to leave a hot sting on your skin. The sensation shot straight to your core, and you whimpered.

His fingers slid over the damp fabric of your panties, teasing you as you squirmed beneath him. "You're already so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Did you wear this for me?" His fingers rubbed your pussy through the lace, each touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

You whimpered, trying to press back against him, but he wasn't done toying with you. In one fluid movement, he cleared the desk, scattering the rest of his work, and lifted you onto it. His hands tore at your dress, ripping it from your body with ease. As rough as he was, there was a tenderness in the way he held your head, making sure you were comfortable as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

"Don't worry, my love. I'll buy you new dresses. Hundreds of them," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. His kisses were soft, a contrast to the heat building between you, and you could feel the pulse of his cock pressed against your thigh.

You let out a low, needy hum, wordlessly begging him for more. His mouth crashed into yours in a hungry kiss, and without warning, he plunged three fingers deep inside you. The stretch was sudden, making you moan loudly. into his mouth, but he swallowed every sound, his tongue dominating yours.

His pace was relentless, fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over again. Your hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to match his rhythm. His lips found your nipple, sucking and twisting it as you gasped, completely overwhelmed by the sensations. "Missed you so much," he murmured against your skin. "Been dreaming about this-about you-for days."

His fingers moved faster, and you could feel your release building, the heat spreading from your core through every nerve in your body. The sound of your wetness, the squelching with each thrust of his fingers, filled the room, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Baby... I'm gonna cum," you panted, your voice trembling as your body tensed, ready to explode. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple, murmuring soft encouragements as you reached your peak. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, the pleasure hitting you in waves, your body trembling as your orgasm overtook you.

As he pulled his fingers from your soaking wet cunt, they slipped out with a wet "plop." He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean, groaning at your taste. "You taste so good, baby," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

Then, with a wicked grin, he leaned close, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm leaving work early today. I need to fuck you into the mattress all night to make up for the absence."

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made for the lovely @kaluaah i hope you enjoy it!!

feel free to send requests <3

[simp-thingz]

Father...feed me more spicy iida content

Thinking About…

Thinking about Tenya coming home from a long, stressful day at work in need of some relief. And who better to help him than his amazing spouse? Tied to the bed using his belt and blindfolded with the silk tie he keeps in his closet for special occasions as he uses you as his own personal fleshlight all while he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear.

[myherofanatic]

Imagine a burnt out Tenya Iida.

He's spent his whole life preparing to be a pro hero, and when the time comes to graduate, he throws himself into it.

He spends every waking moment as a hero. He tries to keep up with his friends and family, but he just gets so wrapped up in the job.

One day, it just becomes too much. He's pulling back from hero work. He's avoiding his loved one's calls. He's barely sleeping, and his legs are in so much pain. He's been forgetting to take care of his engines.

Iida is just so lost. He's tired and burnt out.

[rishiimaa]

Gojo or shoto x reader studying? I’m currently studying rn 😭

ooooo watcha studying? If it’s for a test, good luck! If it’s just cause you’re suuuupperr smart, then still good luck, smart people’re cool :}

Shoto x reader

Fem!reader

Disclaimer: CURSE WORDS 😡

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The pressure was on for Class 1-A. A massive exam was looming, and everyone was stressed, but you? You were on the verge of a meltdown. It wasn’t that you were dumb—at least, you really hoped not—but understanding certain subjects, like math (and more math, and even more math) was a struggle. You’d tried, you really had, but how were you supposed to casually memorize calculus? It felt impossible.

First, you approached Midoriya. He’s one of the smarter ones, so naturally, he’d be a great tutor, right? Wrong. Dead wrong. He was awful at explaining things, like, unbelievably bad. You walked away from your study session with him more confused than before, so he was officially scratched off the list.

Next up was Iida. Sure, he’s fine, but trying to study with him is like listening to an officer bark orders at you. He doesn’t explain; he just tells you what to do. That wasn’t going to work either.

Kirishima? Nice guy, but his study sessions usually devolved into talking about random stuff that had nothing to do with the exam. Denki? Just—no.

So that left Bakugo. He was smart, you had to admit, but his temper was another story. Maybe, just maybe…

"Hell no, fuck off loser."

Yep, kind of expected that one.

And here you were, alone in the dim library, surrounded by crumpled papers and an open laptop, your head resting on the desk in defeat. You were exhausted. Maybe you should just call it a night, you thought miserably.

"L/N? What are you doing up so late? It’s past curfew."

You groggily lifted your head, and there was Todoroki, staring at you with his usual neutral expression. “Ah—Todoroki. Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” You managed a tired smile as he settled into the chair next to you.

"I asked first." Was he… pouting?

“Ugh, nothing crazy, just trying to study for the exam.” Todoroki glanced at the mess on your desk and raised an eyebrow. His gaze shifted to your computer screen, where you were frantically searching for answers online.

“Hey… this isn’t right. You’re supposed to multiply, not add.”

You blinked, then sharply turned your head to look at your notes. You’d been stuck on that question for hours. How did he catch that so fast?

"Holy shit! That’s why I was so confused?" You shoved the paper in Todoroki’s face, startling him. “Do you realize how long I’ve been on this?! I’ve been sitting here for hours just to find out that I needed to multiply?”

Your face was dangerously close to his as you ranted, your words coming out in a rush. Todoroki, ever calm, took your notebook and pointed at one of the “simple” equations.

“It’s not as difficult as it seems,” he said in a gentle tone. “Think of it like this: if you’re driving 60 miles per hour and want to know how far you’ve traveled in two hours, what do you do?”

“U-uhm… multiply 2 with 60?” You fidgeted with your fingers nervously.

Todoroki nodded approvingly. “Good. And that gives you 120 miles.” He scribbled down the answer, his face neutral and calm, while yours was a mix of shock and disbelief. It was that simple?! How had the teachers made it so complicated?

You groaned in embarrassment and buried your head in your arms. “This is so embarrassing…”

Todoroki shook his head. “It’s not. What matters is that you’re trying. It doesn’t matter how many times you fail; if you’re willing to try again, that’s impressive.”

The library clock chimed in the silence. You stared at Todoroki, his words swirling in your mind. Sweetness overload, much? You felt like you might cry.

“Aw, thank you, Todoroki. If you’re willing, could you stay and help me pass this exam?” you asked, your voice soft and hopeful.

A small smile tugged at your lips when he nodded and scooted closer.

The next day, everyone crowded around the test scores board, buzzing with excitement over their results. You stood off to the side, stomach churning with nerves. Todoroki had been an amazing teacher, but there was still a chance you could have failed.

You scrolled down the list to find your name, your heart pounding. And there it was…

70%! Your eyes lit up—this was the highest grade you’d ever gotten! You jumped in the air, practically bursting with excitement. You’d finally passed!

But in your joy, you didn’t notice the boy with mismatched hair standing in the corner, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Dude… why does Todoroki have flowers floating around him…?”

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HIII I HOPE YA’LL LIKES IT, IT’S TOTALLY SUPER LATE BUT WATEVES! I HOPE YOU PASS WHATEVER YOU’RE STUDYING FOR ANON!! :3

[miralunawritez]

i can imagine like big tall muscular pro hero tenya iida with his small short skinny wife, like not in a pick me "im so smol" way but its a dynamic i always found super cute, like those big muscular country men with their tiny christian bad bitch wives ykwim

^like this

[helios-writings]

Pairing: Iida Tenya x Reader Warnings: None

The library was mostly empty as you sat down at one of the tables, polishing off the finishing touches on your essay that was due in a few days. Your music was playing quietly in your ears, so you didn’t disturb any of the few people in the room with you. 

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you yanked one of the earbuds out. “Excuse me, can I sit here?” 

He was talking about the seat across from you, and it kind of made you a little peeved that he would choose right there when the other surrounding tables were empty, but you didn’t tell him that. Instead, you beamed up at him. 

“Sure, go right ahead.” 

He thanked you and went to walk away, before turning around to face you again. “I’m Iida Tenya, I believe we share one of our classes together.” 

Your eyes widened in recognition. “Oh yeah! You sit up at the front, right?” 

Iida nodded as he finally sat across from you. “Yes, and you sit at the back.” 

“Are you here working on your essay?” You asked, gesturing to his laptop.

“Here to edit it, actually, I finished just a few days ago.” 

“Me too! Hey, how about we edit each others?” 

He pushed his glasses up as he considered your idea. “I suppose editing each other's works would be more efficient in the long run, so why not?” 

You swapped computers and got to editing, occasionally sneaking looks at Iida’s face while he wasn’t looking. 

He was cute, very cute, and he furrowed his brows when he was deep in thought, you were glad you let him sit with you.  

Iida finished editing in what almost seemed like record time, while you hadn’t even made it halfway through. 

You flushed, embarrassed while he waited for you to finish, but he didn’t seem to mind waiting, just pulled out another assignment and started working on it. A few minutes(and a few quick glances at your table mate) later, you were finished and you beamed as you started rattling off praise for his essay. 

 “Your words flow really nicely together, and your grammar is impeccable. I don’t think there’s much to critique about your essay, Iida.” 

His cheeks were red as he avoided your gaze. “N-nonsense! There’s always room for improvement when schoolwork is involved.” 

You knew he wouldn’t accept your compliments on his work unless you could find something to criticize about it, even though there really wasn’t anything wrong with it. His stubbornness was cute. 

“Uhh, I guess your closing statement was a little weak.” 

He nodded. “I see, thank you for your honest opinion. I appreciate it.” 

“And how was mine?” 

“Perfect, I can’t see how you would score any less than 100 percent!” 

You resisted the urge to give him a dirty look, essentially telling you what you had told him, but you didn’t. Instead, you glanced at the clock on the wall. 

“Hey, would you like to go get a coffee with me?” 

His eyes widened by just a fraction and then he pushed up his glasses to hide his shock. “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, I do find your company relaxing.”  

You smiled as you packed up your things. “Thanks! I think you’re pretty great too. I can't believe we’ve never really talked before.” 

“Agreed, but better late than never.” 

The two of you walked to the nearby cafe very closely, you could feel his body against your arm, warming you up from the cool spring day. He was very animated while he talked, expressive eyebrows and hand gestures that, while didn’t really convey what was happening in his story, made him all the more interesting to listen to. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t known him for more than a few hours but felt yourself already pulled into his orbit. 

Iida pulled your chair out for you after you ordered at the counter(a hot latte for you and a simple black coffee for himself), and then settled in himself. The atmosphere between the two of you was different, but not awkward. 

“Forgive me if I’m being too forward but,” he started, looking at his clasped hands, “is this a date?” 

Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were wide, but you didn’t say no. “It could be. Unless you don’t want it to be, then we can just be two classmates having coffee!” 

You were so awkward you wanted to die, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

“I would like very much for it to be a date. You see, I had intended to ask you in the library, but I panicked.” 

You laughed a little, amused. “Well, I would’ve said yes.” 

He beamed. “I must admit, I don’t know what dates are like.” 

“We can find out together.” 

The two of you sat at the cafe for what seemed like hours, swapping stories and just talking about whatever crossed your mind, and when Iida asked to hold your hand, you said yes.

[shxtodxroki]

𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

“Tenya, you really should set the books aside and lay down for the night. It’s past 11, and you’re always telling me how important proper rest is.” You gently spoke to the visibly exhausted man in front of you, watching his shoulders sag in an uncharacteristic mix of exhaustion and stress as he turned to face you.

“I know, I’m being quite the hypocrite right now. But I need to study for tomorrow’s exam.” He responded, pinching the bridge of his nose as you slowly made your way over to where he sat at his desk. “Usually I understand our course materials so easily, but I haven’t had the time to study as much recently with all that’s been happening with these wretched villains, so I don’t understand the material nearly as well as I typically do.”

Your hands gently rested on the boy’s shoulders as you finally reached him, tenderly massaging his shoulders in an attempt to ease his stressed mind. You used one hand to reach across his desk and slowly push the book he was using to study closed, a sigh of resignation leaving Tenya’s mouth as he gave in to your pleas to relax and turned around, nearly collapsing in your arms as you hugged one another tightly.

“Tenya, you’ll do amazing on this test. You always do, and you’ve been studying the material for hours. I have faith in you.” You reassured your companion, rubbing your fingers along his back and tracing light shapes into his skin to soothe him. He was quickly giving in to the sense of relaxation and comfort you brought him, following you without a word when you pulled back just enough to lead him by his hand to his bed.

“You really shouldn’t be in here, you know.” The boy spoke as he laid down in his bed, you immediately making your way in beside him. Despite his words, you knew he’d never ask you to leave at this hour. “Aizawa doesn’t like it when we don’t stay in our own dorms at night.” Nonetheless, Tenya found himself curling his head into your chest, eyes drifting shut as you ran your hands through his hair.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, at least every once in a while.” You retorted, though your comment had no bite as you watched the boy beside you quickly drift off. You swiftly pulled his glasses off of his face to protect them from getting crushed between the two of you, setting them down on his nightstand and turning out the lamp that had been the room’s sole source of light at this late hour before allowing yourself to succumb to your own sleepiness, wrapping your arms around Tenya’s head gently as the two of you fell into slumber together. 

Request - @lemonadae-caekie said: I know I already sent a Matchup, but I saw that you where looking for ask drabbles so how about me and my favorite character Iida Tenya?

A/N: First drabble done! :D I haven’t gotten a chance to write for Iida yet so I was really glad to see this request hehe, it was a lot of fun! I’ve had the energy to put out more writing lately (probably because I’m finally catching up on the show, I’m about halfway through what we have of season 6 as of now) so I hope you guys are enjoying what I’ve been putting out, feel free to send in a request if you have any and thanks for reading! :]

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[whilesjunnie]

Tenya Iida x gn! reader drabble

Author’s Note: FIRST FICCC AHHHHH🫣🫣😝😝 This isn’t even really a fanfic, more like one of those texting stories. Idk even know if you’d call this drabble or fluff?Anyway, enjoy😛

You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing in your ears, reminding you to get your ass out of bed.

“Ughhh, fucking hell…” You groan as you tumble out of bed and onto the floor of your dorm room, grabbing your cell and bringing to your face.

6 new messages & 3 missed calls

5:05

Iida: Y/N, are you awake?

Iida: Y/N? Are you sick, my star?

Missed call from Iida

Iida: Baby?

Iida: Y/N?

Iida: My love?

Missed call from Iida

Missed call from Iida

Iida: I’ll call you after class, darling

7:15

Y/N: Iida

Iida: Yes, My love?

Y/N: where r u rn?

Iida: Alone in the classroom.

Y/N: u realize it’s saturday then?

Iida: Yes, My love.

Y/N:…

Iida:…

Y/N: u coming over?

Iida: Already on my way.

Y/N: make sure to bring some snacks

Iida: I will

Y/N: luv u <3

Iida: Love you too, Y/N

[savnofilter]

what type of music do you think iida is into? 🐳🐳

               tenya iida

tw; sfw & different music genres!! 🙀

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a/n; this one actually made me think,,, because we all think that iida is like some uptight right? but like let's be real, he definitely got some sneaks of what he listens to on his playlist! i kinda wanna do this for more characters:'). thank you, anon!

1 — classical

well...this one was obvious. mans needs stimulating music that can help him think, train and focus. if you think classical music dont go hard, YOU ARE WRONG! there is such a wide variety of what you can get whatever you are feeling for. he probably does poses in the mirror while he has earphones in his hero costume .. like yes it's that bomb. even calm music is what soothes him the most. you can not convince him otherwise. 🤷🏽‍♀️

☆ fave artist - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

✮ fave song - Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky

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2 — asian pop (specifically j & kpop)

OH YEAH, HES A GIRL GROUP STAN IDC IDC IDC IDC IDCCCCCCCC. he love him some girly pop music. learns the dances too. does he go to meet n greets and shit? absolutely not. will go to a concert though. he definitely love the bubblegum pop music too. actually tbh, as long as the singer has a sweet voice in it, he'll love it. he's also a sucker for the more mature idols too—theres a lot of back n forth of what he prefers. he just appreciates the feminine art lol.

☆ fave artist - Babymetal (jpop) & TWICE (kpop)

✮ fave song - Black Cherry by KODA KUMI & Heart shaker by TWICE

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3 — swing

okayyy bc you know this mans is smooth asf. he love him some swing, if classical music is to stimulate him, this genre brings more ease to himself. he be feelin' so shnazzy and free listening to it. swing/jazz is basically straight deep vibes. whenever he needs to just sway, swing is his go to.

☆ fave artist - Luis Armstrong

✮ fave song - What A Wonderful World by Luis Armstrong

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4 — house/dance electronic

YEAH HE GOT HAPPY LIL FEET 💃🏽 he don't how to dance but he really wants to learn how to shuffle?! like he genuinely tries, and hes low-key kinda really good at it now! another genre where he feels carefree and light. just straight vibes and grooves. ugh he is so real for this.

☆ fave artist - Daft Punk

✮ fave song - Push The Feeling by Nightcrawlers & Latch by Disclosure ft. Sam Smith

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5 — folk/city/café pop

tbh the songs under this has been categorized as pop, but like?? it sounds like folk to me. probably the other most personal music genre for him. similar artist that he may listen to to put it into perspective is like Laufey and maybe Phoebe Bridgers. that's the type of soothing vibe he needs when listening to this music. probably goes to the beach listens to this when he's by himself, or when hes alone and can really sit in his thoughts.

☆ fave artist - Lamp

✮ fave song - Sleep Among Endives by Ichiko Aoba

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[khai-luvs-to-write]

Compromises

[A/N] this was made based off of a comment I made on a different fanfic (good luck trying to find it >:) also spoiler alert this takes place after the students move into dorms

It's been about...a year since you first enrolled into U.A. and about eight months since you were transferred into Class 1A, and three or four months since you moved into the dorms, you think...you can't remember. 

The past few months have been eventful, to say the least, with everything that went on with your class alone. Sometimes you sit and wonder why the LOV is targeting your class specifically, and not the entire school. But at the same time, if you hadn't enrolled and got yourself into this mess of a class(no offense), you wouldn't have had the chance to meet all these amazing people along the way. You've made so many friends in not only your class, but at U.A. in general.

Not to mention, you met the boy you believe to be the love of your life.

You and the representative of your class, your loving boyfriend, Tenya Iida have been dating for a while. If you had to be technical, you'd say about, four or five months, you guys have been together, with no breaks. And boy, these have been the best four or five months of your life. He always makes sure you feel cared for, and important, and always respects you and your boundaries. 

Although in certain spots, you guys are total opposites. You prefer, no, enjoy PDA, while he prefers and enjoys to be affectionate in private. He prefers to be ahead of schedule and study later lessons, while you prefer to watch the same shows for who knows how many times in a row just for "the fun of it". He prefers to eat healthy snacks, while you prefer to see how many bags of buttered popcorn you can eat before your lips go numb, and your tongue starts to tingle.

(this does not mean he is immune to the junk food you bring in. you can buy two whole bags of hot cheetos and he'd scold you for it and you'd catch him snacking on it at one or two in the morning because he couldn't sleep.)

No matter how different your personalities are from each other, you guys aren't afraid to talk it out, and make it work. For example, sometimes you two can be a ways from home, and can't just leave, but you're feeling really tired and everything's just draining you more than it usually would. In previous conversations, you expressed how important affection is to you, in some situations, as it helps ground you in scenarios where you may begin to shut down, or break down, depending on the circumstances. With that being said, when you're in that kind of predicament, and he notices you begin to shut down, he'll grab your hand and lightly brush the back of it with his thumb, just to let you know he's still here, and bring you back "Down to Earth", if you will.

Another example of a compromise you two agreed on is about your grades, and your skills.

You were aware that your grades weren't too great, but you still tried your hardest...you can't say that you got the results you were looking for. Iida found this out when you began showing up to class late, sleeping in class, etc. Everyone in class noticed that you were off, and your demeanor changed. He was worried for your physical and mental wellbeing, so after class he pulled you aside and asked if you were doing alright, and you can tell him if you need anything. After the entire class and some of your friends outside 1A and/or the Hero Course, you finally cave and tell him what was wrong. Because your grades have drastically dropped, you've been staying up really late studying, and still got the same results. Now knowing this, he agreed to help you almost immediately. Understanding that the both of you prefer to have a consistent schedule (somewhat, sometimes you'd forget, or have no motivation altogether), you two would take time to study 3 subjects (one assignment per subject) one day, and work out, and train the occasional other. 

And with training, comes finding a way to settle down after raising your adrenaline, and heart rate. Your favorite way to do so is to do one of those cheesy self care dates you see all over the internet. You understand that taking care of yourself is important, but sometimes you forget so you thought that if you turn it into a date, you'd be motivated to do it more often. Because of this, your new usual nightly routine with Iida consists of showering (not together you guys are in high school EW), getting in your pajamas, you both bought each other a set to match yours, so you guys usually go to bed matching, regardless of the fact that you guys don't sleep in the same room, skincare, "bubble fights" (you guys usually end up throwing suds at each other because either you or him put a fat blob of soap on the one's nose, and then the other makes a desperate attempt to get back at them for it, causing suds and water to go everywhere surrounding the two of you), brushing your teeth, doing your hair(regardless of length, or texture [says someone with 4c hair ;-;] if you so desire, or if you have any) walking you to your dorm because he refuses to let you walk him to his dorm, for some reason you forgot. One more embrace for the night, kisses on the forehead, exchanges of "Goodnights" and "I love yous", before going your separate ways, until you inevitably see each other in the morning.

I don't know if this counted as a drabble, I just put my thoughts into a document lol would this be considered a drabble, or just a list of headcannons with extended bullet points? 

Let me know what you guys prefer! Put in some requests!

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