#no clue if i want fluff or filth LMAO

[jun2u]

being in the mood to write but having no idea what i want to write <<<<

[dreamingofaizawa]

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Pro Hero! Iida Tenya x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

This fic is rated M for Mature audiences only

Warnings: Smut, light temperature play, sensory play/depravation, light bondage, nipple play if you squint, Daddy kink, DD/LG dynamic, soft Dom Tenya, a little bit of fluff <3

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I have no clue why soft Dom Tenya just popped into my head like a fucking whack-a-mole. All I could think of for hours was his huge hand on the back of my neck, squeezing and comforting me, or pulling me to whisper absolute filth into my ear. Honestly Tenya is slept on, and I for one simp for him heavily. He’s got soft Dom vibes, because he likes rules and regulations, but I don’t think he’s got the attitude of a brat tamer. Idk that’s just me lmao. 

Also, the beginning is a bit weird. You basically fight your family (that you don’t like very much). So yeah, be warned.

Anyway, enjoy the read~

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This wasn’t the first time you’d brought Tenya to a family dinner. In fact, he’d come with you ever since the first time you asked to introduce him to your family. They loved him to pieces, especially considering he was a high ranking hero from a well-known hero family. But this was the first time you’d used your signal around family. 

Your family was unaware of the extent of your relationship with Tenya, so you tried your hardest to keep them from finding out. They wouldn’t take it lightly if they knew about the dynamic the two of you had. The only family that knew was your sister, and she understood the secrecy, she would be in a similar situation if she were in a serious relationship. 

It was only an hour into the night when your family got a bit too politically and religiously aggressive. You were used to this, used to them talking about the workings of the world and their own beliefs. Obviously you didn’t feel the same way as most of your family, but they didn’t know that. You just avoid those conversations as much as possible. 

Of course, your sister was a little more open about her difference in opinion, and you had to defend her and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand. Now things were a bit awkward. She’d left in a bit of a storm and you were left to hopefully explain, in a much more sedated manner, how not everyone will think the same way and people had a right to their own opinions. 

Being the person you are, the elders in the family had overpowered you and you were left to sit and listen to them rambling on in an attempt to change your mind. It was times like these you seriously considered cutting yourself off from them. And it was times like these you were grateful Tenya was there.

Your head was starting to hurt from the stress of the situation, and you were visibly tense, shoulders high, jaw clenched, hands clasped hard in your lap, knee bouncing wildly. You could feel Tenya’s concerned gaze on you. He was worried for you, always so in tune with your emotions. That’s why you trusted him to take care of you.

When you’d finally had enough but had no idea how to get out of the situation, you discreetly reached over and placed your hand on Tenya’s thigh and squeezed twice. That’s the signal you used when you needed to leave as quickly as possible. As he put his mind to work, his hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. The motion had you relaxing into his touch, calming your breathing and waiting patiently for him to get you out of the situation.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to start ringing, and he excused himself from the table with a polite smile to take the phone call. Less than a minute later he came back in and explained that there was an emergency at his agency and needed to head into the office. The both of you were on the road within minutes, and the entire ride home his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing shapes into your flesh. He explained that no, he didn’t have an emergency at the agency and the call was from Izuku after Tenya had texted him.

Finally home, you let out a heavy sigh. Tenya could tell how exhausted you were, and when the both of you settled into bed he sat up and pulled you into his lap and held you tight, smoothing his large hands over your back. “Are you alright baby?” You nod into his chest, “Yeah. I’m okay.” He hummed, the vibrations running through your body. He knew you were still tense, but he kept quiet, waiting. He always was a patient man.

After a few deep breaths you pulled away and looked up at him. “Can we play?” One of his hands came up and threaded his fingers through your hair. “How do we ask to play?” Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath, already settling into subspace, then opened them again as you asked, this time properly. “Can we please play, Daddy?” A soft smile found its way onto his face as he leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “Of course baby. We can play.”

With that, it all started. It didn’t take long for you to be tied to the bed on your back, blindfolded with noise-cancelling earbuds in your ears. There was nothing for several long minutes, then the bed dipped between your legs. The excitement was building as you waited for him to touch you, not knowing what you’d feel first. 

Your back arched and you let out a gasp as icy cold enveloped a nipple, warm lips contrasting with a cold tongue as it laved over the quickly perking bud. The other was not neglected, thick fingers working it until it was hard, before switching. That same cold tongue was trailed up to the dip in your collarbone, then down your sternum all the way to your pubic bone, making you shiver.

When the cold began to warm, the sensations stopped as Tenya pulled away. The bed shifted ever so slightly, and the next thing you felt was that icy cold on your clit. You shouted out a moan and your body involuntarily jerked, but his large hands gripped your hips, holding you still as his chilled tongue swirls over the bundle of nerves. One of his hands released you and two thick fingers slipped into your already soaked cunt, immediately curling up to hit that gummy spot inside you.

With only a few pumps of his fingers the knot in your belly snapped, and your walls clenched down on his fingers as you shook with your first orgasm of the night. His fingers didn’t stop moving until you were mewling and whining that it was too much. Then all the stimulation stopped, and the only indication he was still between your legs was the dip in the bed.

After a few moments of catching your breath, his hands gripped onto your hips again, and you felt him push just the tip of his thick cock into you. Even just that had you panting and moaning, attempting to squirm and force more of him inside you, but his hands held you firm. His body heat rolled off him in waves as he leaned down, his chest almost flush with yours. 

Then there was cold on your neck, and he slowly pushed himself into you as he sucked a bruise into your skin, bottoming out fully as he pulled his mouth away. He stilled his hips and pulled the earbuds out of your ears, allowing you to hear what was happening. “How does that feel baby?” For a split second you were confused, but then cold reappeared on your body, rubbing around your nipples and breasts and cold beads of liquid dripping down your skin.

You let out another gasp, and he could feel your pussy clamp down on his length. With a chuckle, he pinched your nipple harshly making you squeal and squirm. “That’s not an answer, babygirl.” Your words were breathy, but you got them out anyway. “F-feels good, Daddy.” A deep satisfied hum rumbled through his chest and he kissed your neck softly, “There we go. Now tell me what you want baby.”

He rolled his hips into you, grinding into you before stilling again. You answered through a lengthy moan, knowing he’d fuck you thoroughly, but only if you asked him to. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.” He sighed out in your ear and his hand found its way to your neck, but there was almost no pressure on your throat. “Good girl,” he growled into your ear, and the praise made you shudder.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back into you, grinding his cock into your walls and dragging the head along your g-spot perfectly. He kept that slow pace, the hand at your throat moving to your hip. The other was rubbing another ice cube over your skin, making you shiver and clench down on his cock. He massaged the ice into your skin, slowly rocking his hips into yours, until it was completely melted and his fingers began to warm you again.

It was almost torture how slow he fucked you, how steady he ground his cock along your wet walls. You were mewling underneath him, whimpering and bucking your hips to get him to move faster. Your limbs tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to tangle your hands in his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, pull him into you faster, harder. He knew what you wanted, you knew he did, but he wanted you to ask for it. He would wait, slowly thrust up into you until you asked him like the good little girl you are. And by god were you his good girl. 

“Daddy~ Please Daddy, more~” Your voice was almost a whine as you begged him for more, begged for him to go harder. Still dragging out his thrusts, a hand came up to your chin, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. His breath was warm on your face, heavy pants rolling over your skin. “More what sweetheart? What does my baby want?” With a whine you bucked your hips, only barely managing the movement with one of his hands still gripping your hip tight. 

“Use your words baby. You have to tell Daddy what you want.” You nearly sobbed when his cock head dragged harshly against your g-spot. “Please fuck me harder, Daddy! I need it~” He groaned out at your needy state, “Good fucking girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl aren’t you~” It wasn’t phrased as a question, more fact, but you found yourself nodding anyway. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting his hips back to yours.

You moaned out with each snap of his hips, his pace slowly getting faster and heavier. Soon he was pounding into you, and that coil in your stomach tightened, your legs tensing and pulling at the ropes connecting you to the bed. Tenya knew how close you were, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock signaling him of your nearing climax. He pressed two fingers into your mouth, and you suckled on them, coating them in saliva before he pulled them away and rubbed at your clit.

The contact had you gasping for air, panting hard as your orgasm built up even further. Tenya leaned down and kissed you, deep and passionate, tongue twisting with yours. That’s all it took to have you cumming, and he swallowed your sobbed moans as your pussy clamped down around him. He kept pounding into you, dragging out that high just a little before he was pumping hot ropes of cum into you, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely.

Still inside you, he untied your limbs and blindfold, and pulled you into his chest as he rolled onto his side, peppering kisses onto your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at Tenya, tired and satisfied, and he kissed you sweetly as you relaxed into him further. “How are you feeling?” You nod softly, “Good. Thank you Tenya.” He pulled you in and hugged you tight. “Of course baby. You did so good for me. Such a good girl.” The praise had you feeling all warm and fuzzy, and you nuzzled into him.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and go to bed okay?” You nodded as he carried you into the bathroom. You washed up and cuddled in bed until you fell asleep, at home in his arms.