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It was the first night of senior year at the U.A. dorms, and the screeches of the girls in Momo’s dorm could be heard throughout the building.
“Okay, okay,
my turn~”
Hagakure giggled from her spot on the floor, positively drunk– she was unused to the strength of “American” alcohol. She looked around the room, choosing her victim.
The girls had decided to play a makeshift game of “truth or dare,” except the person chosen would have to answer the question truthfully or take a shot. “Truth or drink,” Mina called it.
Her finger landed toward your direction. Everyone in the room turned toward your place on the bed, cushioned between Momo’s countless pillows. You laugh as Mina pours you a shot, telling Hagakure to “lay it on you.”
“You’re not a virgin anym-more, right?” She sputtered, laughing at her own voice.
“Is that your question?” You ask, leaning back and laughing yourself. You were endeared by everyone in the room, especially being the only sober one so far.
“N-no!” She swallows and takes a breath. “My real question is…who did you fuck at Momo’s party?”
The room erupts with gasps and giggles at the question. Mina crosses her arms playfully. “Hey, I’m not a virgin either, why didn’t you ask me that question?”
“Because we all know you fucked Denki that night,” Jirou spat out, also quite tipsy. “We could hear you guys going at it from the living room.”
The extra venom in her voice was clearly from her previous– and perhaps current– crush on the boy.
You could have sworn she whispered “slut” under her breath as she looked away from an oblivious Mina.
Uraraka leaned forward in Momo’s desk chair. “I’m also curious to know…we’d always thought it was Kirishima but-”
You can’t help but burst out laughing at the suggestion. “Kiri!? Nononoooo, he got wasted in a room with Sero!”
“That’s
where he was the whole time?” Mina exclaimed, bringing a pillow to her chest. “Jeez, those guys…”
“So who was it?” Hagakure pressed.
You take a moment, allowing the desire to tell them bubble in your chest for a moment. Then, you abruptly grab the glass from Mina’s hand and bring it to your lips, to a chorus of disappointed sighs.
“I guess we’ll never know…” Momo sighed, also being the only sober person in the room aside from you.
The night continued like that, with rumors either being confirmed or birthed through vague answers.
The truth was, you wished you could’ve told them who you’d spent that night with. But how could you explain…
“Who the hell’s knocking at the door?” Mina growled, annoyed by the interruption to the fun.
“Perhaps we were causing too much of a ruckus,” Momo suggested, heading toward the door. She looked visibly relieved at the idea that she would have an excuse to have them quiet down.
The knocking persisted until she opened the door and outside stood Iida Tenya, Vice President of 3A.
There were already groans as the girls began to rise from their places, knowing their operation had been shut down. He had already begun his rant as girls pushed past him, saying good night to one another.
“What is this…this
unruly
behavior!? In the U.A. Dorms, no less! Momo Yaoyorozu, as Class President and a senior you should
know
better by now! Causing such a ruckus in such indecent wear-”
His voice hitched for a moment and you realized he’d spotted you. You almost began to shift, maybe to say something.
But, like every time he’d seen you since Momo’s party, he looked away, his voice getting quiet. “Get everyone to bed. We have class tomorrow.” He almost whispered it, and he’d avoided eye contact with you at all costs. “I won’t report this.”
And with that, he turned toward his dorm.
“Man, I can’t stand him acting all high and mighty. Like he didn’t fuck himself up at Momo’s party like, three weeks ago,” Mina said, climbing off Momo’s bed and heading out the door. “Good night you guys!”
You took a breath and began to climb from Momo’s bed as well.
“It was Iida, wasn’t it?”
You pause and turn around, realizing Momo and Jirou were still in the room.
Jirou crosses her arms, pointing the empty bottle in your direction. “It was either Iida or Bakugou. Both of them have been acting weird around you lately.”
You swallow. You really wish you could tell them but… “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, waltzing out the room playfully. “Good night you two~”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jirou says, following you as Momo locks her door once and for all. “Look, I don’t care about the details if that’s what you’re worried about. Just…it seems like there’s some stuff you haven’t resolved with them yet. But whatever, goodnight.” She turns in the other direction and walks down the hallway toward her own room.
You wished you could tell them, but how do you explain the state you’d found Iida in that night?
___
Tenya was certain– no,
positively
sure that you’d told them. He paced around his room, wringing his hands together anxiously.
He wasn’t able to get that night out of his head,
that night.
Drinks, the burning taste of the alcohol.
The bone-rattle bass in his chest.
The addicting taste of your cunt-
He stopped in his tracks, his fisted hands now trembling.
There was no way you hadn’t told them.
He couldn’t believe he’d allowed himself to lose control like that, to participate in such
debauchery.
He couldn’t believe…he wanted it.
“Good boy– fuck, keep going~ You’re making Mommy feel so good like this!”
He still didn’t completely understand it. The things you’d said, the way he felt that night…
All he knew was that no one could ever know.
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Even through his drunkenness, he could remember everything clear as day.
“Oh my god, Iida,” you laugh, watching the boy stumble through one of Momo’s endless halls. “You’re fucked up, aren’t you?”
Tenya could only scoff and hold onto the wall, his eyes glazed over in his drunken haze. “I’m looking for something…so kindly move…”
“What’re you looking for?” You press, stumbling alongside him, also bordering drunkenness.
He wondered how you knew he was upstairs…that thought was followed by another one vaguely hoping you’d intended to get him alone. “M…my glasses…”
At that, you burst out laughing. “Iida…your…your glasses are on your face!”
He squints suspiciously at you before feeling his face to confirm. “I-It seems you’re correct…thank you.”
“Alright…” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him toward an empty room.
“Wh-what are you doing!?” He sputters as you push him onto the bed and lock the door.
“I’m waiting this out,” you say leaning against the door. “No one else gets to see you like this.”
“I-is there something wrong with my state?” He asks, pushing his glasses up his nose. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or just because he was talking to you…but he felt light. He was aware that his face had grown hot.
“No…I just want to keep you like this all to myself.” You were at his side now, rummaging through the desk drawer and pulling out what he could have sworn were handcuffs adorned with pink fur.
“So this is what you and Shouto get down to…” you mutter at the handcuffs and perhaps also to an imaginary Momo.
He decided not to tell you that practically all of the class has seen him stumbling around for his glasses downstairs.
“You know…” you begin again, setting the cuffs down and looking to Tenya. “It’s nice to see you relaxed like this…usually you seem…I guess stressed isn’t the right word…”
Tenya wasn’t used to feeling like this. In this very moment, he was a slave to his emotions and they were stumbling over one another, each fighting to take claim to his mind. But there was a pulsing at the back of his head, an urge to…he wasn’t so sure quite yet.
“I’m not quite…used to drunkenness…” he whispered. “So I don’t think I’m quite as relaxed as I may seem.” No. The pulsing was coming from his chest. Not his head.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
You tilt your head and stare at him, and this time he was sure it wasn’t the alcohol.
You’d always been dizzyingly beautiful to him.
You two hadn’t known each other very well, aside from the odd hour or two he’d spent monitoring you in detention for a minor infraction.
But you’d always been the type to push limits, be it in class, being a hero-
“Do you…want me to help you relax…?”
-with him.
He wasn’t used to people like you. People who, no matter how hard he held it up, saw through his facade.
Or at least acted as if they didn’t care what character he played.
“H-how would you be helping me…relax?”
You look at the handcuffs in your hand and your eyes get hooded. “Lay back for me.” You whisper decisively, closing the drawer.
Lulled either by your voice or his previous drinks, he obeys, letting his head sink into the pillow of the bed.
He liked that you were commanding of him. Whenever the two of you partnered, it was all he could do to give in to your every order, right or wrong, win or lose.
“I’m gonna cuff you to the bed frame,” you explain, the hesitation in your voice dissolving as you confidently do as you said you would, bringing his hands up toward his head and cuffing them to the frame.
Had you done this before?
Next, you climb onto the bed, your body above his, your eyes, boring into his own.
And for a moment, the two of you remained like that, silent.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“I’m…not sure how this is supposed to help me re-”
And then your lips here on his own.
It all came crashing like a wave– the urge in the back of his mind had pushed its way to the forefront and he found himself kissing back despite desperately not knowing how to.
Vague ideas swam in his mind as his lips parted hotly, allowing your tongue access to him.
‘Decency.’
‘Vice President.’
‘Decorum.’
‘Shame.’
The last one- shame. It rang in his head over and over as a curious sound left his lips. A-a whine?
Yes. It was a whine as your bodies pressed together, as your hand wrapped around his neck and you sat down on his-
No, he was doing more than whining now.
He began to realize he was developing an erection.
‘Shame.’
And you were moving on it, slotting your- yourself against the tent in his pants and grinding effortlessly.
‘Shame.’
At the same time you were kissing his glasses off of him, staining his face with your gloss and those sounds wouldn’t stop slipping from his mouth-
‘Shame, shame, shame.’
His body rolled and his feet kept slipping from the bed– no matter how hard he tried to plant them flat. His hips stuttered into you, and a new warm sensation overtook him.
He couldn’t keep his lips off of you even when it’d gotten to the point of having to gasp for air between kisses.
Eventually you pulled back, panting heavily yourself. You rummage over in the drawer with shaky hands before closing it furiously. “Of course she doesn’t have any condoms!”
You cover your face and look to the ceiling. “Fuck, what are we doing…”
Tenya wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing, so he let himself look to the ceiling as well, trying to catch his breath.
He could feel your heat against his erection, the bass of the music from downstairs, his ceaseless heart ramming at his ribcage.
“Iida” he hears you say. “Fuck, Iida, let me sit on your face.”
That next morning, he’d learned the term “bondage.”
It’d been almost a month since that night and he wanted nothing more than to move on.
But how could he?
He was positioned on his bed trying to finish his homework while at the same time trying to calm his anxiety. He did nothing wrong, morally! He
did
just become a senior this year and people his age enjoy sexual things all of the time. And besides, there was no way he could finish his homework this horny and confused.
His hands hovered over the laptop on his lap, his face burning up as he was reminded of his previous searches.
‘Men being cuffed’
‘I like being cuffed’
‘What is bdsm’
‘Is being cuffed bdsm’
‘What type of bdsm is being cuffed’
‘Female domination’
‘Femdom’
‘I think I like femdom’
‘Types of femdom’
Those were his searches the morning after that night, right after searching ‘how to cure a hangover.’
And now, he slowly typed
‘Femdom porn’
into his search bar.
Immediately, images of women in leather outfits, heels and red lipstick popped onto his screen. His face grew hot as he scrolled down, seeing the men and women being humiliated in the thumbnails of videos.
Was this...was this what Femdom was? Humiliation? Leather outfits?
He paused for a moment to consider what you would look like in one of these outfits. Your body would be complemented by a corset. Would you be into leather though? No, you seemed like the type of person that would be into lace.
Would you want him to dress up too?
He absentmindedly continued to scroll down the list of videos, the pictures of women in latex, heels, and boots all blurring into one another. That is, until he stumbles across a video titled
‘Mommy punishes her baby for the first time’
He distinctly remembered calling you referring to yourself as ‘Mommy’ that night. He’d heard of women being into calling their partners ‘Daddy’. Is that where you got it from?
Curious, he clicked on the link to the video. On came a woman in simply a lacy pair of panties standing in front of a blindfolded man tied up to a chair. The woman’s face was cut out of the video but he could clearly see the man.
Iida watched intently as the woman pumped the man’s length up and down, deliberately stopping when his moans became higher and more desperate.
Iida shifted on his bed. Did he...did
he
sound like that? Desperate?
Pathetic?
His cock twitched in his pants as he imagined you doing that to him. Pumping him up and down and stopping right when he was about to finish.
The very thought made his cock erect.
He looked on as the woman slid something on the base of the man’s cock, noting the man’s whimpers as she did so. Iida wondered what the purpose of that ring was.
He was hesitant to bring his own hands to his cock and simply opted to watch, perhaps as a way of torturing himself.
He watched intently as the woman began to suck on the head of the man’s cock, his own throbbing in anticipation.
As her head bobbed up and down, he began to imagine you doing that to him. How would your lips feel around him? Her hands had busied themselves with stroking whatever her mouth couldn’t devour. The man was crying out by now and Iida could see his legs shifting around.
Fuck,
he’d love for you to make him sound like that. To allow him to just let go and give in to pleasure. He bit his bottom lip as his hips jutted forward, desperate to grind on something,
anything.
But it was too late- the woman was sucking faster and he was jutting into the air in time with her, his legs spread and his eyes still glued to the screen. But his mind had already supplemented him with more than enough images.
You would be on top of him, grinding against his cock just to tease him while grinning down at him.
Just like that night.
He would be absolutely helpless to it, only able to cry out for you to just fuck him already.
“Don’t cum, baby,”
you would whisper, all while knowing it was inevitable. He whimpered, as he thought about what you would do when he
did
finish without permission. Would you punish him like the woman in the video would? With a ring around his cock? Was it meant to cause pain?
He couldn’t stop, his eyes were pressed shut, and before he even knew what the meaning of the warmth that spread around his body was-
“Cum for Mommy~”
-he was spilling into his boxers, untouched.
He was panting, unaware of the video still playing on his screen. Singular tears slipped from his face.
Before Momo’s party he would have never even
considered…
Who was he becoming?
Who had
you
turned him into?
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You’d never been close to Iida. You and him ran in different circles, had different personalities and even different hobbies. He’d been nice enough, if not annoying at times with his…pretentiousness.But you couldn’t be more aware of how that’d changed.Iida could not have been sexier to you at this very moment if he tried.He was standing above Mina, eyes wide and face ablaze. His hands were on either side of her desk, and despite his mouth being agape, he wasn’t saying a word. He simply couldn’t.Not when you were sitting behind Mina.You’d never been close to Iida, but you could admit that you’d always found him attractive in a preppy-buff-nerd way.You were leaned over in your seat, lips at Mina’s ears, and just moments ago you’d whispered something.
“Wanna know a secret about Iida?”
It was done without thinking, done in the midst of Iida scolding her for the whole class to see.Iida had always been sadistic in that way. You thought so, anyway. Why scold her so harshly, so publicly if he didn’t want to humiliate her?You’d always stood up for her, and that usually got him to back off…but never like this. His reaction made something bubble inside of you. His stillness at realizing he was at your mercy was just…Mina looked between the two of you, curiosity striking her face. She smirked at the sight of Iida and soon, she too realized that this must have been a heavy secret.“Yeah…I wanna know the secret…” she replied, batting her eyes at the Vice President innocently. As innocently as a threat could be, anyway.It was Iida’s turn to look between the two of you. You watched as the realization that his hands were tied began to sink in.You win.He clears his throat and releases the sides of Mina’s desk. “Just…remember to follow the dress code…” he whispered quietly.And that was that. He went about his way, correcting people as needed, but for the entire rest of the day, he couldn’t look at you or Mina.But you couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.Truth was, you were a slut for submissive men. It wasn’t as though your class didn’t have its fair share of possible submissives- Izuku was your favorite to think about.But Iida? This one had taken you by surprise.You were sure that night had been a fluke, but you weren’t stupid. You saw him steal glances at you in class for the rest of the day. How red his face got.The occasional erections.Just a look and you could shut him up.How could you just let that go?___You leaned back in your seat in the common room while Mina rambled on happily next to you.“And she’s being so mean! I didn’t know she liked him, really!” Mina sighed and leaned back with you. “And now Denki’s acting weird too!”“Well, did you apologize to Jirou? Or at least explain yourself?” you ask, though you weren’t really paying attention.She turns her nose upward and crosses her arms. “I don’t have to explain myself to anyone!”“That’s fair I guess…” The two of you fall into silence, with her scrolling on her phone and you, lost in your thoughts about…well, about Iida.“Hey…what was that secret about Iida you were gonna tell me? Or were you just bluffing?” Mina asks, taking a rare glance up from her phone.You look over at her, hesitant to even let on there was any real secret. It wasn’t like there was anything to necessarily be ashamed of, the two of you just…“Well, that’s another secret I’m not telling~” You finally answer, and sucks her teeth, knowing that whatever it was you were hiding was not going to be shared with her any time soon.After another bout of silence, you speak again.“I do have one question, Mina.”“Hm?”“How do you get a guy to want to fuck you?”___The next day at lunch, Tenya had invited Denki, Sero, and Izuku to his table to discuss something he described as “urgent.”“...she invited you to go swimsuit shopping?” Izuku repeated, perplexed.“Y-yes, and I’m unsure…what it means.” Tenya looked down at his lunch, mind racing from earlier today. The two of you had barely talked since that night and now you were inviting him to do something so…scandalous wasn't the word…Were you playing some kind of sick joke on him by inviting him out like this? Trying to get under his skin by reminding him of the other night?Maybe mind games were some type of BDSM he’d never heard of.“Who gives a shit what it means- dude you get to go swimsuit shopping with a total babe!” Sero replies excitedly, unhelpful as usual.He’d recruited some of your own friends since he’d assumed they’d know what your intentions were, but it seems he’d recruited the wrong people- Sero and Denki had proved to be of no use. “Take some pics for us?” Denki begged once again, puppy-eyes and all. “Come one man!”“No! No, that would be absolutely inappropriate!” Tenya said firmly.“Maybe her other friends are busy…” Izuku replied earnestly.“Nuh-uh, I’m not busy!” Sero said, mouth full of rice.“She wouldn’t invite you even if you begged,” Denki laughed.“Well…” Sero swallowed his food before continuing. “It’s probably because you’re such a prude that she invited you. ‘ Your skirt is above the dress code Mina’ and ‘We have to represent U.A. in the best light Bakugou!’ You’re like, a safe option for her or whatever.”At that, the rest of the table nodded in agreement.“Safe…?” His face grew hot, remembering Momo’s party. “P-prude?”Did they really think of him like that?Tenya was unsure if he was looking forward to the shopping trip or dreading it.___“What about this one?”It was like pulling at teeth trying to get Iida to even look at you.“It’s…quite nice…” he whispered, having repeated this phrase for the past 5 you’d tried on. His eyes didn't move from their place on the floor and he kept his hands gripping the several shopping bags the two of you had accumulated. You look at yourself in the mirror, confirming that this one had been the one that flattered your body the most.
So why wasn’t he reacting???
You sigh and step into the changing room, on the verge of frustration.You’d been so sure he liked you before, but now… perhaps this was a mistake……but you had to confirm before coming to that conclusion.“Hey…Iida?” You call out. You open the door of the changing room to find a very nervous Iida looking back at you, looking like a deer in headlights. You tilt your head, the excitement building inside of you again. “I’m having some trouble getting out of my swimsuit.”Without missing a beat, he quickly stands up. ““I...uhm...I could help you- i-if you’d be comfortable with that!”Chivalrous, as you’d known he’d be.You crack the door even wider, unsure if you appeared too eager. “You’re not going to come inside?”He silently shuffled past you inside the changing room, placing the bags awkwardly on the floor. His wide frame cramped the already small changing room, so his chest was pressed against your back. You could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest and it encouraged you to take a hold of his hand and place it on your shoulder. “I just...need help slipping this off,” you say, excitedly biting your lip.
What made him tick?
You could feel his body shaking furiously as his other hand grasped the opposite shoulder and hooked his fingers under the fabric. He slowly slipped them down your arms, and you could only imagine what was going through his head at the moment.You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t want him thinking about you. In fact, you wanted him to remember this moment. You glance over your shoulder to find him red in the face. He pauses when he sees you looking at him. “I-is something wrong?” He asks, worry crossing his features. “You’re tense…” You say, turning around with his arms still around you. “Like at the party…” You place a hand on his chest and softly push him against the wall. His glasses slip downward on his nose, but he makes no attempt to adjust them, too busy looking at you. Well, more accurately, your breasts. You were aware of how you looked at the moment. Because the straps of your one-piece were hanging low, the very top of your breasts were exposed.The Iida before the party would have left the changing room already, sensing where this was going. But this was the Iida you chained to the bed that night.Did you change him?You felt restless, you just wanted to claim him already. Your eyes grew half-lidded as you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear. “Why've you been ignoring me, Iida?”His eyes kept shifting from your chest to your face, his mouth slightly open in surprise. It seemed he wanted to say something, but his shock was stopping him from doing so. Your hands trail softly up his chest and stop when they reach the perk of his nipples under his shirt. You feel him tense up at the feeling of your fingers brushing against them.
Bingo.
“Remember what we did that night?” you whisper, the bags of clothing shuffling on the floor as you step even closer to him. “Are you embarrassed? Is that it?”He lets out a low groan and lowers his head at the stimulation from his nipples alone, moaning outright when you squeeze them through his shirt. “I-I can’t reca- ahhh!” You had begun to kiss his neck, only sucking on the skin when you knew you had reached a particularly sensitive spot. You continued to play with him, savoring the way he writhed and whimpered. You could tell he was struggling to keep his moans at bay from the way he gasped and panted.He was letting you do these things to him so far. He could overpower you if he wanted to, and so far it was as though he didn’t want to.
Who was Tenya Iida, really?
“I- mmmnnh! This is- the way you’re t-touching me is, nnggh!” He tried to whisper, but most of his words turned into desperate moans. His whimpers made you dizzy. Such a strong, capable person like Iida had become a blubbering mess in your hands. You had to admit, it did wonders to your ego.Your lips shift from his neck to his lips and you begin to swallow his moans. Your hand creeped down his body, nearing the bulge in his pants while the other squeezed at his now tender chest.You weren’t sure if you were surprised that he hadn’t tried to put up a fight, or at least attempt to resist you. Still, you didn’t dare to believe he wanted you to do these things to him. It’s just his curiosity. Your fingers began massaging the tent in his pants and he all but collapsed on you, his moans likely heard by the entire rest of the store despite his lips being on yours.He'd been driving you crazy, what with the lack of closure from that night. There was absolutely nothing at that moment stopping you from stripping him down right then and there.Your hands slipped into his pants and played with the band of his boxers. And one by one, your fingers slipped inside his boxers, ghosting the length of his leaking cock.
And he let you.
He let you, because every time you reached the tip, he shivered, and whined, and pressed himself harder against you and pleaded.
He pleaded for more.
It was just a whisper. So quiet, you were unsure if you were even supposed to hear it.But you did. And you obliged, adding another finger and another until your entire hand was wrapped around his length, stroking it achingly slowly, just to see him squirm and hear him beg-
“-please!”
This was bad. You looked him in the eye and you were undeniably wet. Your lips were still buzzing from his own, inexperienced lips and you wanted to devour them again.You were going to fuck him, damn the size of the chaning room! Things couldn’t end the way they did last time. And neither of you were drunk this time. There was no excuse, and at this point nothing was stopping the two of you from-A knock came at the changing room door. The two of you freeze, immediately sobering from whatever lust you were drunk on.““Uhm, is everything okay in there? The noise is concerning the other customers,” a concerned voice asks.For a split second you expect Iida to answer. He was always reliable when it came to explaining his classmates’ unruly behavior.But this was different. This time, he was involved in misconduct.And so he stutters. Just for a split second.You knew you had to act. “Everything’s fine ma’am. I was just having trouble changing out of my clothes,” you reply calmly. “I’ll be out in a moment.”There was a pause before the worker replied. “Alright then!”You wait a few moments before her heels clack away from the door. Iida lets out a heavy sigh and visibly relaxes. Irritation ran through you. You were just getting to the best part, dammit! He was practically getting soft in your hands as she walked away. The regret began to set in. Why, oh why were you so impulsive? You almost laughed at yourself for believing he would be into you, or that he even enjoyed it when you messed with him.“I’ll be outside.” The irritation in his voice caught you off-guard, though you were most confused by who he was irritated by. He turns to pick up the shopping bags he’d brought inside, but you push him against the wall once more. He frowns, confused. “Wh-what are you-”“You’re still avoiding me,” you whisper. “Y-you’re still avoiding me, and I can tell you’re going to start avoiding me again after we leave this changing room.” You swallow and look into his flittering eyes that were desperate to make contact with yours. “And I know…in some capacity…you have dirty thoughts. E-even if they’re not about me…we need to address this. So things aren’t as awkward between us anymore.”Credit to him, it looked as though he were digesting everything you were saying well enough. When you’re done speaking, he sighs and permanently looks away from you. “I-I agree. I just…not here. M-maybe later this week-” “When?” you press.He cringes, probably unready to decide. But if he wanted to get out of your grasp… “F-Friday…we’ll do it this Friday.”“So two days…” you whisper to yourself, finally letting him go. “Fine. I’ll talk to you Friday evening to address everything.”With that, he adjusts himself and finally exits the changing room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.
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Tenya had forgotten the entire reason you’d invited him out for swimsuit shopping was because Momo was having a pool party.
And he’d completely forgotten that the pool party was that coming Friday. The very Friday he’d told you to meet him.
And now he sat on the other side of the pool from where you were, in Momo’s mansion, watching you and Bakugou get very…friendly.
He took a sip of the fancy drink he’d been offered and watched, more intently than he’d willingly admit.
“You know they fucked at Momo’s other party?”
At that, Tenya almost choked on his drink.
Sitting beside him, was a very bored looking Jirou, likely waiting for Momo to come back downstairs from changing after a very drunk Mineta spilled wine on her other swimsuit.
She looked at him, scanning his face for his reaction.
He simply looked away, trying to calculate the possibility of that statement being true. “Wh-which one?” He asked in a way that he hoped didn’t come off as
too
curious.
“The one where you got drunk and couldn’t find the glasses on your face,” she mutters, scratching her ear.
He could feel his heart nearly sinking as he looked at you and Bakugou again.
He watched silently as you shoved the boy playfully and teased him with bold remarks. Even from the other side of the pool Iida could tell Bakugou didn't mind your actions as much as he seemed to let on. He even shifted closer to you when he thought no one noticed.
Something inside of Tenya twisted. He didn’t like this emotion, it felt...ugly.
“Did they…really?” he said, the disappointment in his voice clear.
Jirou’s face changed for a moment. “Well…I can’t confirm it. It was just a hunch…I know for a fact she did something with
someone
at the party…I just guessed it was Bakugou.”
He can’t help but sigh in relief, and he didn’t even bother hiding it from her. “Oh…okay…”
After a moment of silence, she speaks again.
“It was you…wasn’t it?”
Shit.
He turns to meet her blank, knowing expression, thoroughly horrified.
“Did she…did she tell you any-”
“Iida?”
You were behind him. He hadn’t realized through his fear that you were already making it across the pool toward him.
“Uhm…can we talk? Like you said we would…?”
He immediately stood up from where he was sitting with Jirou to follow you, much preferring whatever conversation the two of you would have over the bomb Jirou had just dropped.
The two of you made it to Momo’s secluded, but still large kitchen and sat on a bar stool across from each other.
You were in the same swimsuit you were wearing in the changing room when the two of you…
Fuck.
He was distracted now, with indecent thoughts no less.
He’d never felt this way before.
“So…” you began. “That night at Momo’s party-”
“Did you have intercourse with Bakugou that night?”
The two of you pause. Those words…they’d just slipped out, he wasn’t even thinking about them when he’d said it.
But still…he couldn’t bring himself to apologize.
There was something still twisting in his chest, something he didn’t like feeling.
“Iida why…why would you say something like that?”
He looks down, feeling ridiculous. “You were just...you seemed to be close with him so I assumed…” God, what he was saying didn’t even make any sense. You were friendly with everyone, why would Bakugou be the exception?
“Iida?” He hears you say.
He clenches his fists and remains with his head down.
“Iida, look at me,” you whisper, your hand suddenly on his face. He allows you to lift his head up and his eyes meet yours. You had a slight endeared smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Iida...are you jealous?”
His eyes went wide and his mind scrambled for an answer. “I-I’m sorry?” He sputters out.
You lean forward so your face is about an inch away from his. “Are you jealous ...of Bakugou?” you ask, your thumb tracing over his lips. “It’s fine if you are…” You bit your own lip and offer him a grin. “I think it’s cute.”
He doesn’t answer you but you already knew. His breathing grew labored and his legs weak. He was having trouble keeping eye contact with you when your breasts were so perfectly perched on your arm. His mind flashed back to the changing room and he wanted nothing more than for you to do as you pleased with him again.
You waltz around the counter until you're behind him. “Turn around, Iida,” you command, your voice quiet but firm. He does as you say, turning around to face you. You were grinning and had him trapped between your arms.
“You don’t need to feel jealous, Iida…” You whisper. You brush your lips against his and before he could even blink, you were pushing his thighs apart.
It wasn’t until now that he’d gotten to appreciate how aggressive you were with him. Your lips were pressed against his own in an almost possessive way, and he had to lean back to truly be able to handle your force. Your thumbs were playing at his thighs, pressing especially on the inside of them, near this awakening cock.
There was no doubt about it at this point.
Tenya had completely fallen into your trap of debauchery.
“Mmm-nnngh~ Mommy-”
At that you pause, separating your lips from his own.
“Wh-what did you just say?” you ask between pants.
He begins to stutter, horrified.
But to his surprise, your hand engulfed his cock completely through his swimming trunks, and you began laughing. “Say that shit again.”
“What?” he moans, tears pricking at his eyes from how pent-up he was becoming.
“Call me what you called me again, Iida.”
He pauses. He…he can’t just-
“Or I’ll walk out of here right now.”
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Whatever game you were playing with him, you always seemed to win. He didn’t want you to stop, how could you possibly stop???
Fine. You win.
He looks away shyly.
“Please…please M-mommy…”
And like that, you were massaging his cock ferociously.
He didn’t even try to hold in his moans this time, damn whoever heard him. This time, he closes his eyes, arches his back, spreads his legs and
enjoys himself.
He wanted
you.
He wanted you to reassure him that he was the only one that belonged to you, to feel, even if it was just for a moment, that you had your eyes set on him and only him.
He wanted that night to be more than just drunken fun.
Your hand presses harder against his bulge and this time he moans out, pressing himself harder against you. He feels your hands slip down his swim trunks and underwear, leaving his dripping cock exposed.
His eyes were still closed when he felt something warm press against his cock. He shivers at the feeling. It felt...odd. Not exactly what he thought a finger would feel like.
And then, suddenly, he felt his cock become engulfed by something warm and wet.
His eyes fly open and he’s met with you you looking up at him with a devious look in your eyes, your mouth filled with his cock.
“Wh-what are you-
Hnnngh!! A-ahhh!
” You sucked particularly hard at his tip, leaving him useless against you. He arched his back further and covered his face again, his face burning deeply red.
You take his cock deeper all while looking him in the eye. You had him wrapped around your finger and you both knew it.
He felt hot tears pricking his eyes as he let out loud hiccups. "Th-this is so lewd-
ahhh! Nnnngh!"
You sucked on anyway, clearly not caring how…erotic your actions were. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock which made his entire body tremble even more.
His eyes rolled back into his head as he realized just how sensitive he was. Your warm lips around his cock felt impossibly good. It was only a matter of time before he came. Just the thought of him finishing in your mouth left his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his toes curling.
He was so fucking close.
"Mmmmh!
I'm about to-
aaahh- AAAAH-'' He
tried to announce his climax, but it felt too good. His cock felt like it was going to explode at any moment and-
“Fuck!”
He was cumming, hot and thick into your mouth, legs trembling against his seat and back arched as far as it would take him.
He couldn’t believe he, Vice President, official “Prude” of his class, was cumming inside of a classmate’s mouth.
Who had he become?
And as he watched you lick your lips with a devious, knowing grin, he wondered-
Why did he like this so much?
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It’d been a week since Momo’s pool party.A week of peace for the trouble makers of 3A.From Mina to Denki, to the students caught in the crossfire, the usual victims of Iida’s usual scolding had been left to go about their rule-breaking ways.It was unnerving for several people.“This is sure to catch his eye!” Mina said to you in the hallway on her way to class. She adorned the shortest of skirts and you were surprised none of the actual teachers had said a thing about it.“Catch Sero’s eye? Or Denki’s?”She clicks her tongue and shakes her head furiously. “No, no, no! Neither! This is about Iida!”You stutter in your steps before rushing to catch up with your friend’s furious pace. “Wh-what?” You’d been trying to push the idea of Iida from your mind, but every time you closed them, all you could see was him spread out for you against Momo’s table, cumming into your mouth.“He’s been slacking off all week with the dress code, so this is to see if he truly cares!” She hikes up her skirt dangerously higher. “You know, it was weird that all of a sudden he just stopped ragging on us. He looks scared to do it, too. It’s almost like-”She stops in her tracks, uncaring of the fact that you almost ran into her because of it.“Hey…that secret you were gonna tell me about him…” You can see the wheels turning in her head as she begins to put the pieces together. “Are you-”“She’s totally fucking blackmailing him.”Jirou emerged from behind the both of you. Despite her blank expression, the smugness in her voice was evident.You frown and rush to keep up with the two of them as they snicker past you, heads close together. “You guys are suddenly chummy,” you mutter as the three of you walk into the classroom. You weren’t exactly blackmailing him other than that one instance he’d gotten on Mina.He’d been ignoring everyone. Even you.The classroom was chaos– it’d become the new normal with Iida’s lack of enforcing the precious rules.The three of you disperse to your own seats, where you look on at the absolute mayhem of the room.From where you sat behind him, you could see Iida in front of you. See him flinch at the sound of your voice, his leg bounce whenever he caught a glimpse of you, his soft gasp when your hand brushed against his back.You had to see him again.But, as class started, and Aizawa Sensei entered the classroom, it dawned on you that Iida was not going to be attending class for the day–Much to the delight of the likes of Denki and Sero and such.Your classmates chattered curiously at the end of class, speculating what had to have occurred to their Vice President to make him slack off and even skip class.But your mind buzzed.Well, your mind and your phone. You fish it from your pocket and stop in your tracks when you read the screen.
‘Please meet me in the training room.’
The message was from Iida. He was asking you to meet him in the training room connected to the dorms–the one reserved for 3A students.You were there almost immediately, practically rushing to meet with him. You had so much you wanted to say, so many questions you wanted to ask him, like-
Have you always been this perverted?
You enter the training room without another thought, but stutter in your steps.You often underestimated how muscular Iida was.A sheen of sweat sitting comfortably on flexes muscles. Powerful roars let out as he punched away at the punching bag in front of him. His red eyes nearly glowed as he let out his frustration on the bag.That man had let you sit on his face.That man has submitted himself to you.The display was enough to make your face hot. It was your feet that led you behind him, giving you a perfect display of each and every one of his muscles as they contracted with every powerful punch. And it was your hand that acted on its own accord, pressing itself against the dip in his chiseled waist.Iida jumped at the feeling of your hand against him, face immediately set ablaze as he whipped his head around to look at you.Right there. That, right there.The change from an unstoppable beast emitting unrivaled power to the stuttering, quivering mess with just a touch. You finally found it in yourself to speak, but only when he broke away to wipe himself.“...missed you in class today…”“Yes, well I was taking a mental health break,” he replies curtly. His glasses were on now and he was already cracking open a water bottle. “I’m here to discuss negotiations-” “Negotiations.” Your eyes narrow. It seemed this ‘mental health break’ worked because Iida was back to his usual self, what with his curt and formal replies. You also couldn’t help but notice he was keeping a significant distance from you. You cross your arms.“Yes, negotiations. You- after what we …” He pauses and tries again when the flush in his face clears. “You have the upper hand right now. Which is why I’ve been… easy on your classmates. Is it money you desire? Perhaps a laxer dress-code policy?”You weren’t entirely sure if offended was the correct word to describe what you were feeling at the moment. “Upper hand, negotiations, money?” “If what we did got out, it could severely damage the Iida name-”“You think I sucked your dick to extort money out of you?” You take a step forward.His flush returns, more aggressive than ever as he takes a large step back. “O-of course not. It’s just…that…”Iida trails off as you begin walking toward him, closing the distance between the two of you at an alarming rate.“So what, you got your dick sucked. Someone rode your face. You like sex . What’s wrong with that?” You pressed on, getting closer by the moment.“It’s not as simple a-as that!” His back was against the wall. “What are you so scared of getting out!?” You’d closed the gap between the two of you, save for the wall of heat radiating between the two of you. He was close enough to kiss you.Tears prick at the edge of his eyes, no, no, no, this wasn’t the plan! Helplessness was a given around you and that was the problem.“My attraction to you…I-I fear it’s abnormal.” He whispers, trying to avoid his voice cracking. “There are things I’m thinking a-about, searching up, d-dreaming about!” He whisper-yells, as though someone were going to jump out with a cam recorder at any moment. “When I’m around you…I’m not myself…please you must understand…”You take a breath.
Oh.
Iida had become attached to this idea of himself- prudish as it may be. And it was obvious he placed value in this idea of himself.You knew you had to leave it alone– that was best, after all. But something in you kept yourself rooted in place.“You liked it. What we did at Momo’s party. Didn’t you?” You placed a hand on his bare chest, a silent message that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Don’t lie to me.”His body gave way to a tremendous tremor as he squeezed his eyes shut. “...that’s…I can’t…” And still, his lips parted in a soft pant. “Please.” You can feel his heart beating beneath your palm, so fast that it nearly worries you. “So what if it got out? Hm?” His breathing became labored, he was practically heaving.“You’re worried about the headlines aren’t you? Iida Tenya, More Perverted Than He Lets On.” Your lips were at his ear, and you could have sworn that your thigh was brushing against the beginning of what felt like an erection. “But something tells me you like that.”His head fell back effortlessly, it was as if he drank in your words like a mantra. “Yes.” He breathed, so quietly, but so earnestly all the same.“You like it when I threaten you…”
“Yes…”
“When I control you…”
“Please.”
You look down and see his hips bucking into nothing. His erection was evident. There was no denying it, that he liked something so…so perverted. He was flirting with a reputation so priceless it was bound to open doors for him in the future and yet. You made debauchery sound so good. Lie to him, dammit! Mistreat him, he wanted it, he craved your control. This was something new to him, so foreign, yet so tantalizing at the same time.His clothed cock met your hand and he absolutely broke. Gasping, writhing under your touch, location be damned.He shouldn’t.
“Hnnngh~”
He can’t.
“Ple-haaah!! Please!”
It’s wrong.
“Right there, right there, right there!”
It all came flooding back to him, the taste of your cunt, the feeling of your lips against his own, against his cock, it was too much, he was close, so close- You broke away suddenly. Your own eyes were crazed, searching him up and down. “Take your dick out.” You command, pulling out your phone.Oh.
Oh.
But he obeyed in a lustful haze. He shakily, restlessly, even, removed his cock from the painful confines of trousers, and already it was slick with pre, pulsing with desire.His eyelids grew heavy as the ringing in his ears failed to cease. Your phone was shining, indicating that you were recording.
“Show me how you touch yourself, baby.”
He obeys immediately. His hand glides up and down on his cock, his moans coming out in shameless shudders. He very rarely touched himself in private, and yet he found himself eagerly showing you every inch of his manhood, stroking it shamelessly to you as your name stuttered off his tongue.He wasn’t just flirting with his reputation, he was flirting with outright family ruin. And still he continued with frantic, shameless abandon, broken whines, and bucking hips.This was him, this was him, he wanted you to see! This is what you turned him into, the gasping, moaning, shuddering man caught on camera.The man whose head was thrown back as the knot inside him snapped. The man who was spilling his essence onto the floor in thick, hot spurts.He finally locked eyes with you once more as he came down from his high and it was as though you were holding a bomb.With a breath, you hide your phone in your pocket once more. “This is what you want, Tenya. Isn’t it?” Tenya. The change in the way you addressed him hadn’t gone unnoticed. There was a silent promise in your eyes. He was yours.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
News had gotten out that you and Tenya had become an item which was nothing more than
annoying
what with the prying. He’d gone back to his usual self, if not a bit laxer with his punishments…still…
Your phone felt like it was burning a hole in your pants, like molten on your skin. You had a very dangerous video saved on there, making the device feel unimaginably heavy.
That video was
power
, and you hadn’t hesitated to use it.
Take late last night, for example.
You slathered your fingers in the lube while he lay on his bed, flat on his back and holding his legs up from under his knees. His face was on fire and his heart roared in his chest at being exposed like this to you. It was humiliating, but it didn’t stop him from growing hard. Even now he was leaking precum
"You're going to have to relax for this, okay?" You say, rubbing lube around the rim of his hole.
All he could do was nod. He was too nervous to react any other way.
He shivers violently when he feels your slick finger push against his entrance.
“Look at me Iida,” You whisper, pushing his thighs apart.
He obeys and locks eyes with you, breaking it only when you push your finger into him. Tears well up in his eyes and he gasps loudly. It was painful, but hurt a lot less than when he’d tried it himself.
“Relax,” you say again, pausing all movement. “Deep breaths, Iida.”
He pushes his head back further into the pillow and takes several deep breaths until he finally feels his muscles relax.
Your finger slid into him more easily and he noted that there was less pain.
“Good job,” you praise him. “You’re taking me so well for your first time.”
Your fingers continue to sink into him and he takes a moment to adjust to the
full
feeling. It felt...good, especially when you wiggled your finger around. It was as if you were looking for something.
Finally, when he let out a loud gasp of pleasure, you grinned, knowing you’d found what you were looking for.
Your fingers curl and continue to push against that specific spot, and he cries out, moaning pathetically. His legs shook and he could barely keep them up, but you still continued.
This felt amazing, unlike anything he’d felt before. He let out long, drawn out moans of pleasure, unable to say anything else, unable to truly
think
. Fat tears fell down his face, he felt like he’d die from how good it felt.
And then your hand grabbed his cock.
His eyes went wide and he, without warning, finished all over your hands, sobbing through it.
“I’m sorry,” he’d repeated over and over. “I didn’t mean to!”
That encounter was burned into your phone as well.
Countless videos and pictures had been added to your phone in the past few weeks, actually. It seemed he also had a thing for taking risks because he was posed up in different places, a classroom, the training room, of course, his dorm, your own dorm, it hadn’t mattered much to him.
But your dynamic hadn’t been much more than that. Fuck buddies, at best. You, the holder of a pandora’s box of ruin.
It was much easier to explain your dynamic as a conventional relationship, however. Much easier to the vanilla individual, and much less of a damning conviction on Tenya.
Still, it startled you whenever someone referred to Tenya as your
boyfriend.
“You guys should go on a date…maybe get him to budge on the skirt length thing?” Mina nudged you at lunch. She clapped happily. “Oh! Wait! Maybe we should do a double date! I can invite Denki-”
“I seriously doubt he’d want to go on a double date with the guy that gave him three write-ups in one day,” Jirou bit, annoyed by Mina’s chipper attitude and blatant mention that Jirou’s crush was currently with her. It was rare Jirou sat with the two of you for lunch, but she wanted to gloat in her hunch being proven right.
“I don’t think he’s the type for dates anyway…” You say, smiling awkwardly. If only they knew. Perhaps you’d discuss with Tenya about changing the outward dynamic of your relationship because putting up a farce as a couple meant that people would expect couple behavior from the two of you.
Something twisted in your chest, however, when you thought about how uncomfortable it might make him.
You didn’t mind it…the idea of…
pretending
to be a couple. You weren’t sure if you liked it, but to think he wouldn’t like it…
You toyed with the phone in your pocket.
Get a grip,
you say to yourself. You’ve opposed him in every lewd position imaginable, held his fate in your hands every day, but you were scared of a date?
“But you know what, Mina, it’s not a bad idea.”
___
It made sense the way you explained. It really did. Going out on dates and being seen in public would add validity to the dating act.
And the mall was a perfect spot for a date– full of people to see the two of you, lots to do, perfectly common.
But when Tenya looked at you, your hand so eagerly slotted in his own, searching for matching keychains without a hint of ‘obligation’ written on your features, something shifted inside of him.
There was another catch, wasn’t there? There had to be. In his mind it was just implausible that you enjoyed hanging out with him outside of the…well,
usual.
Everything you told him to do held the weight of the videos and photos on your phone, every time you spoke to him in that strict, unyielding tone, his stomach flipped in a fatal swirl of trepidation and aroused anticipation.
“Should we get these whales? They’re so cute!”
Tenya blinked at your smile. It looked so genuine, it was dizzying. There was no hint of malice, no hidden threat when you spoke.
He was confused.
Logically, you had no
reason
to do this…sure, matching keychains could also be seen as a romantic gesture, but there was a tugging hunch that he tried to push down, lest he disappoint himself.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were buying them simply because you wanted to. No plan, no hidden intent, no threat.
You don’t wait for his answer and pull him to the register, happily pulling out your wallet to pay for the keychains.
He was honestly surprised when you let him get ready for the date. No vibrator up his ass, no chastity cage or cock ring, no games at all. Surely, it would have been awkward without any sexual undertones, right?
But, as you pulled him to the next store, his body began to warm up, his stomach flipping in a much different way. He found himself confusingly enjoying this…this date with you.
But how? The two of you were so different, the things you two valued were nearly opposite.
At least, he assumed so.
He couldn’t help but stop you in your tracks as he came across a tie. Already he was pushing his glasses up his nose and chopping the air, spouting off facts about the excellence of the brand and how much of quality it was, and how he wished to be given on some day as a gift. When his eyes met yours once more, he paused.
Your face was contorted in something akin to an endeared snicker.
“Please,
don’t stop! It’s cute when you get like this,” you laugh, your voice light and airy.
He takes a breath. Usually his blushes were immediate, hot and aggressive. But when you spoke to him like this, it was like the flush crept slowly up his neck.
“R…right…”
He continued, but he was self-conscious now. Aware of how the light played on your face, the softness to your smile, your hand’s size compared to his own.
Every movement you made, his eyes had somehow caught.
At the end of his spiel, you laugh once more. “Who knows…maybe one day I’ll get you one of these ties. Maybe when you’re being an especially good boy.”
He faltered as you pulled him forward once more.
Right. He was nothing more than your
pet
. Someone you controlled.
Someone you were blackmailing.
As kind as you came off, it was imperative that he reminded himself that the two of you were just playing boyfriend and girlfriend.
But every time his eyes met yours, he couldn’t help but swallow thickly. You were a damn good actress, then.
He paused when the two of you were in front of a particular store. He found himself slipping into fanciful fantasies of the two of you dating and had to put an end to it, immediately, lest…
Lest he breaks his own heart.
He needed to remind himself to be grateful for what the two of you have already.
“I…” His eyes darted around. “I want to come here.”
He pulls you inside and the two of you are met with sex toys galore. Dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, paddles, anything kinky thing he’d likely searched for on the internet.
Your eyes widen at the sight, before darting up at Tenya. “Tenya, did you…mean to bring me in here?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leads you to the counter, face ablaze. He’s not looking at you, how can he? “E-excuse me! I’d like to inquire a-about…” His voice begins to tremble, and suddenly it hits him where he is.
He’s in a sex shop.
He’s about to ask about their selection of
sex
toys. How shameless can he get!?
His face blooms red and he covers his jaw with the inner palm of his hand. “E-excuse me,” he says weakly, trying to regain his bearing.
“Did you and your boyfriend need help with anything?”
The two of you turn around, where another worker is standing, a knowing smile on her face.
Without thinking, Tenya blurts out “We’re not dating…formally, at least.”
You glance up at him for a split second but long enough to communicate that you felt…
a way
about what he’d said. Still, you follow suit. “Yes, we’re just sex partners.”
The worker nods in understanding. “A lot more common than you think. Here, we have a wide selection of…”
He’s not focusing, even as he’s led further into the store. It hurt him to say that for some reason, but he did what he felt was right…
He couldn’t be naive.
___
The two of you stop at the door to his dorm, your purchase from the sex store safely in a bag and away from the prying eyes of your classmates. It was some type of harness with a dildo attached to it. A “strap on” you called it. You’d already gifted him the whale keychain, however, and it was in his hand, smiling up at him.
“I had fun today,” you say tentatively. There was an awkwardness in the air after his quick clarification in the store. “Uhm, try not to tell people we’re not…’formally dating,’ though. It kind of defeats the purpose of going on that date.”
He pushes up his glasses and turns away from you slightly. “Yes, that makes sense. Still, excluding situations where it may harm my reputation, I prefer to act in the business of telling the truth.”
You take a breath, your expression unreadable. After a moment, you nod. “Right.” And with that, you turn away, walking to your own dorm room.
There. He had successfully distanced himself from you. No feelings, no risk of getting hurt emotionally. But as he stared down at the smiling whale, he can’t help but feel an unfamiliar heaviness in his chest.
“...right.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It was happening again. The avoidance, the
distancing
between the two of you.
But this time you both were actively participating.
You’d been seeing each other for sex less often, but when the two of you fucked you fucked
hard.
There was a hunger that wasn’t there before, a way you two held each other, as if it would be your last time.
You’d also stopped recording him.
Don’t get it twisted, you still had the damning evidence on your phone, you could ruin his life if you wanted to…
But you just couldn’t bring yourself to record him any longer. It felt sadistic in a way that almost alienated you from him.
You weren’t just seeing Tenya, the prude turned slut, you were seeing Tenya, the hilariously meticulous man turned someone in-tune with his desires. Where he saw failure, you saw the beginning of a victory.
You were getting too close and you were sure somehow you’d get burned. He’d made it clear that day that he had no intention of being romantic with you. And even though it hurt, you had to hear it. He was in the ‘business of telling the truth’ and you were in the business of following suit.
So you began to distance yourself from him.
You felt him withdrawing long before you anyway. No harm no foul.
Except those days he held onto you like a lifeline, whispered your name like a prayer, like a
chant
, spilled into you so earnestly. Those days you couldn’t get your lips off of each other, barely making it to somewhere semi-private before stripping down. Those days you pounded into him in positions so intimate that you couldn’t have ever found it in yourself to record him.
Those days made it that much harder to withdraw your hand from him the moment no one was around. To act like your desire for him was nothing more than a switch on and off.
What was even worse was that others had begun to notice. Especially Mina and Jirou.
You’d gotten them to drop it, but every time they mentioned the coldness between the two of you, your chest tightened with an uncomfortable dejection.
“Whatever. Fuck boys, right?” Mina said, taking a bite out of her cotton candy.
Jirou, despite rolling her eyes, seems to agree with Mina. Momo, who’s walking alongside her, laughs. You sigh, grateful for an opportunity to be distracted from everything.
The four of you make your way through the carnival, playing games, winning prizes, and trying all sorts of unhealthy treats. As the sun sets, Momo suggests taking a ride on the ferris wheel. As you all wait in line, however, you can feel that something is…off.
They begin whispering to each other, Mina checking her phone constantly.
Your eyes narrow. “What the hell is going on?”
They pause, mid-whisper to laugh awkwardly.
“Oh, uhm, it appears that…some of our classmates are also in line. They’re waiting for us at the front, actually,” Momo says, looking off awkwardly.
You nod slowly. “So why’re you guys being so weird about it?”
They share glances at each other without answering. Before you can press on, you reach the front, and immediately, you’re pushed into a seat. Another person is pushed along with you before the door is shut. The cabin begins to move before you can gain your bearing.
“Sorry!” Mina’s voice calls out from the ground. “We didn’t know what else to do!”
You’re sprawled on the seat, your head still spinning from the barrage on your senses.
“What in the world…” Says a voice.
You pause. Your eyes drift up and suddenly you’re face to face with Tenya, who’s also adjusting himself on the seat in front of you.
He stops when he sees you as well.
There’s a lengthy,
awkward
silence.
Finally, he speaks. “A-are you quite alright?”
It was a simple question, really, but you break. Weeks of going days without speaking only to fuck like your lives depended on it– it was truly ripping you apart.
“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” Your voice quivers as you sit up.
His face falls with a quickness. You can see the emotions pass on his features. Confusion, sadness, anger, back to a bruised dejection. “I…I don’t understand…our dynamic was so simple, it-”
“That’s the problem Tenya!”
You blurt out. “That’s the problem, it’s so
simple,
too simple! I-I want more, I’m having these thoughts about you Tenya! I want you more than as a fuck buddy, as a toy, I…” Your phone, which was sitting snugly in your pocket, is tossed promptly to the ground between the two of you. “I want you more than as someone I’m fucking blackmailing! And you
don’t.
You don’t want to date me, which is why we need to end it right here.”
You hadn’t expected to be on the verge of tears, but that was where you found yourself, chest heaving and face hot with your confession.
He sat there, stunned. It was rare for you to show him any vulnerability, and even when you had, it’d never been like this. “I had…no idea you felt that way about me.” It's always been a hunch, but he continuously chalked it up to childish optimism. To think you not only reciprocate his feelings, but that you reciprocated them to
this extent
astounded him.
But caution– rationality took over and he swallowed his enthusiasm. “However, I..I cannot…risk losing what we have. If we are to enter into a relationship and things fail, I fear what might become of our current arrangement.”
Yes. Things were safer like this. The lines were black and white, the boundaries were a given. Agreements can be made in no uncertain terms this way.
You shake your head. “Tenya, don’t be so scared of risk-”
“I’m being
logical.”
You swallow and look out the window for a moment. He knew this might be hard for you to hear, but he had to make sure-
“The only copy of the videos and pictures I took of you are on my phone.” You’d grabbed your phone from the floor in the time his mind drifted. The screen flashed in the dark ferris wheel cabin, and on it he could see months and months of damning videos and pictures of him at his most shameless. He flushed just looking at the thumbnails.
They were all saved to a folder, which you had selected.
“I want a new dynamic.” With a press of a button, Tenya watches in real time as each and every file is wiped from your local storage, and thus, out of existence.
A quiet gasp escaped his lips as the last file was deleted and you placed your phone back into your pocket.
“From now on, you come to me on your own accord.”
The ferris wheel came to a halt, and the doors, previously locked, came unlatched. You exit quickly, pushing past your prying classmates. After a moment, Denki and Sero come to the cabin, goofy faces plastered on each of them.
“Did you guys make out?” Sero asked, obliviously.
It was all Tenya could do to keep his mind from spinning out of control.
___
It was deep into the night, and you had nearly drifted to sleep when a knock came at your door.
You open it, and see Tenya standing in front of you wringing his hands together nervously.
“I came here…of my own accord. Just as you said.”
You blink, immediately taken out of your drowsy haze. “Tenya…”
“M-may I enter?”
You let him pass, closing the door behind you and rushing to turn on your lamp. He sits at the end of your bed, hands placed politely on his knees.
“I’ve…been thinking about what you've said. And I think that you may have misunderstood my feelings for you. I let you take those photos of me because…I enjoyed that you held control over me. However, I never once was intimate with you because I was scared of what you might have done with those videos. In that I trusted you…irrationally perhaps. I was intimate with you because I wanted to be.” He takes a break and looks you in the eye as he continues. “B-but if I’m going to be intimate with you, I want to give myself completely to you. As irrational as it may be, I have accepted that that is just par for the course with you.”
A warmth passed though you as he spoke.
And then, came elation.
You rush toward him, immediately pressing your lips against his own, in a bruising, desperate kiss. You immediately find yourself straddling him, girding against his arousal in a desperate, lustful frenzy.
His hips buck toward you, just as eager as he whines against your lips, utterly starved of true affection for the past few weeks. He can feel any semblance of restraint abandon him as he finds himself consumed by utter
want
for you.
Your hands erratically jump from part to part on his body, as though making up for lost time. Your grip finally makes its way to his hair where you tug his head back.
“‘m gonna ride you tonight, baby,”
you whisper against his lips, as he nods, utterly transfixed by the way you slot so perfectly against his hardened cock even through clothes.
He’d let himself go, and had become so pliant, so obedient under your touch in mere moments
“Uhhhn, uhh, yes!”
He whispers, shuddering another gasp when you tug at his hair once more.
“Please!”
You take his cock, heavy and slick already, in your other shaky hand and stroke, watching as he reacts so shamelessly. With every moan and gasp and whine, the desire to slip his cock inside grew stronger. It was only a matter of time before you were stripping yourself of your bottoms and slipping your panties down with them.
Tenya’s fingers tremble as they grasp your hips, watching helplessly as you guide the swollen head of his dripping cock to your glistening entrance. A strangled moan escapes his lips at the hypnotic feeling of your slick folds caressing his sensitive flesh.
“Beg for me, baby,”
you gasp letting the tip settle right at the entrance, enough to have it slip inside for an infuriating split second. You wanted to
hear
his desire for you.
"Nngh..., please..." he gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"I...I want to feel you, all of you. I...I can't hold back any longer...please, I can’t wait anymore!”
That was all you needed to hear. You sink down on his cock, just as you have countless times before. This time, however, the feeling was sweeter knowing nothing but his own desire led him here- it was nothing but his own desire that coated his cock with the slick of his arousal.
Tenya’s entire body convulses with ecstasy as you sink down onto his throbbing length, a guttural groan of pure rapture escaping his lips. His hands tremble against your hips, trying not to thrust immediately at the feeling.
But you barely give him a break, because mere moments later you’re bouncing atop him, the obscene sounds of your combined arousal igniting a white-hot fire between the two of you.
This was different, the way he clung to your hips and gasped your name was different. The pistoning in and out of you, leaving your insides further a mess with every exit and entry of his cock, surely was the same as last time, but felt
different
now.
He couldn't keep up, his gasps turned to hiccups, and his whines turned to outright cries- he was close, he had to be.
The two of you were slipping into ecstasy, and just as the coil inside of you snapped, just as his cock, so hard and ready to burst, buried itself inside of you one last time,
he said it.
“I love you, uhhhn! I love you!”
And through the high of your own arousal, as he begins to spill into you, you answer earnestly.
“I love you too.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
I love you.
What an intense set of words.
You gaze at Tenya, who was sleeping peacefully next to you in your bed. This was the 8th night in a row he’d slept over in your dorm. And every night, after practically
ravishing
each other, he’d end it by declaring his love for you. And in the high of your climax you’d respond,
truly meaning it
at the moment.
And every night, you’d lay next to him, driving yourself mad with the question of if what you said was true, or if you’d simply replied that way to appease him.
Someone who loved someone else wouldn’t blackmail them, that’s for sure. You turn over in the bed, sighing heavily.
Were you ready for it to be love?
Yes,
you answer yourself without hesitation.
But…was it best to
call
it love? At least right now?
That was something that left you stumped.
You look over at Tenya sleeping peacefully next to you and feel your heart swell. Whatever the case, you could get used to seeing this every night and morning for however long– be it the next week or the rest of your goddamn life.
___
“Everyone
please
take your seats,” Tenya shouts, exasperated. You smile softly, knowing how frustrated he must have been with how rowdy everyone was today. “We must be on our best behavior today! Several U.A. investors will want to see the school in tip-top shape meaning we must do our part if we want to keep U.A. open!”
While you appeared cool and collected just beneath your desk, your knees were bouncing in anticipation. In your locker was a gift you’d reserved just for him.
“Please, everyone, making sure today goes smoothly is imperative for ensuring that we can continue our education here,” Momo says, leading the class to finally somewhat settle. Tenya looks over at Momo gratefully before continuing.
“Now, I trust everyone is in their best formal wear…”
A quick survey of the classroom revealed everyone in business casual clothes-adjacent. Even you adorned a sleek jumpsuit. Tenya, of course, made sure he was dressed to the nines, with a newly tailored suit, expensive watch and slicked back hair.
You made
very
sure to let him know how handsome you found him, along with all the things you planned on doing later that night.
Of course, right now wasn’t the time to fantasize about your boyfriend. The bell dismissed everyone for lunch– of course, the halls were full of students silently wondering how they were going to eat without getting their clothes dirty.
You, however, made your way down the hall in the opposite direction and toward your locker. That way, you could catch Tenya at lunch and give him his gift.
Unlucky you, though, because who else would be speaking to your class representatives
by your locker
than none other than the very investors you’d decided you were going to avoid at all costs.
They spotted you before you could make an exit plan and wave you over, much to the surprise of Momo and Tenya.
“Sorry, I was just passing by, I needed to get something out of my locker is all!” You frantically say, trying to exit the conversation before you were grilled on questions you were ill-prepared for.
One of the men, toweringly talk, with thinning white hair and a shark-like grin reaches out to shake your hand. “Well, it’s nice to meet you young lady. We were just talking to two of your classmates here– I can see why you chose them as your representatives.”
You look over at them, Tenya in particular, your heart swelling with pride. “Yes…yes of course. T-Tenya right there is…” You swallow, looking down frantically. “He’s actually my boyfriend.”
The man smiles, pleasantly surprised. “Well, you must be happy-”
“I am,” You cut in without thinking. “I…I love him very,
very
much.” The words are spilling from your lips without thinking, like a word vomit. “Even though I may not understand him, and some of the things he does are odd to me, I can’t help but feel endeared by him. He has so much to offer you, and isn’t just your run of the mill student, he is extraordinary, and I hope you all don’t look past him. E-excuse me.”
You rush to your locker, pull out the gift box and shove it into his hands. “Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear before walking off, face ablaze and humiliation setting in.
You were sure you just screwed everything for him and U.A. alike. You were sure the investors didn’t give a shit about how ‘endeared’ you were by his odd mannerisms and quirks.
Still, you knew you weren’t saying that for them to hear. You were saying it for
Tenya
to hear.
Because damn if the timing is right, you said what you
felt.
To quote him you were ‘in the business of telling the truth.’
You just hope all those times he’d declared his love for you had actually been true.
___
Tenya sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to enter your dorm. He’d opened the gift not long after you’d given it to him and was immediately brought to something akin to tears.
It was the tie he’d seen in the mall. But not just any tie. One embroidered with the Iida name.
And it was now, more than ever, he was glad that he’d given into his desires. As carnal and base as they’d begun, as scared of risk as he was in the beginning, he was so sure now more than ever that he was ready to give himself up completely to you.
He’d suspected that your replies to his declaration of love had always been out of an obligation not to hurt his feelings which is always why he’s done so in the heat of the moment. He wanted to give himself plausible deniability, an out. But your confession…it was done sober, steadily.
You meant what you said.
So now, he adorned the tie standing up eagerly when you enter the room with a grin on your face and he takes a breath.
He loved you. And you loved him.
And he strode over to you, placing a kiss on your lips, the message behind his action evident.
He was yours and you, his.