Hiii I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery during the school day so he asked what her issue was and she told him she was, well, aroused, so he chose to help her out, sitting the both of them on his bed and he begins to play with her as he leaned over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she came :3 Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^ !!
Thanks for sending this in! This was a really fun one, I do love it when Iida has a chance to shine. I hope you enjoy!
Content: Smut, some praise kink.
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It was such a simple thing.
You were catching up with your friends at Mina's desk before the start of class. You backed up and found yourself stumbling into a solid, sturdy body. Immediately, large hands settled on your hips, steadying you, and you were pulled back against a broad chest.
Tenya's voice, low and warm, was at your ear, "careful, darling," he murmured, and then he released you.
It was such a brief interaction, barely a few seconds, but it went straight between your legs. Your face filled with heat as you turned to look at your boyfriend who smiled kindly, innocently, at you, having no idea that he'd just managed to turn you on with no effort at all.
He tilted his head, "are you alright, (Name)? You're looking a little flushed," he fussed, stepping forward to press the inside of his wrist to your forehead. "You looked fine at breakfast, but if you weren't feeling well, you should have told me. I could have sent word to Aizawa-sensei and escorted you to Recovery Girl."
You chuckled softly, endeared as he fretted over you in that way that was just so Tenya. You took his hand from your forehead, holding it between your own. "I'm fine, Tenya," you assured him, squeezing his hand before letting it go. You would have loved to have teased him a bit, maybe stolen a few kisses just to give the sudden rush of desire you felt a small outlet, but Tenya wasn't comfortable with too much PDA, and neither were you, to be honest.
Tenya's cheeks reddened in a soft blush and he was about to say something else when Midoriya called to him from across the room. "Ah, excuse me, (Name)," he said and he went to see what his friend wanted, your eyes trailed over his retreating back with interest.
"Simp."
You turned to see Mina and Toru snickering at you.
"Shut up," you rolled your eyes. You could drool over your boyfriend if you wanted to!
And you did.
You found yourself...distracted, during your morning classes. You kept thinking about Tenya, and all of the things you would rather be doing (to and with him) instead of sitting through boring lectures. It had you fidgeting in your seat, so aware of the heat, the ache, between your thighs.
"Are you sure you're alright, (Name)?" Tenya asked again as you both walked to lunch. "It seems like your mind's been elsewhere today, and you're still flushed."
"I'm sure," you said, and if you were a more reckless girl you'd be finding a way to drag him off to an empty classroom or a restroom for some relief. You bit your lip, considering for a moment, "it's not anything bad. I'll tell you after class, okay?" You knew he wouldn't let it go if you didn't give him something, but you weren't about to tell him you'd been having horny thoughts all day. Heaven knows at least one of you needed to be focused today, you were going to have to borrow his notes later as it was.
It was amusing as it was embarrassing to you. You normally weren't this pent up, it wasn't like Tenya neglected you in this respect, but damn if you weren't needy today!
With the promise that he would eventually get answers, Tenya dropped the subject for the rest of the day. He did, however, remain extra considerate of you, putting even more effort into doting on you, staying close to you in between classes and even sneaking (sneaking!) you some snacks. God, you loved him, and you wanted him all the more for it.
After class, you took Tenya by the hand led him back to your room in the dorms. Before he could ask or say anything, you were tugging his tall self into a heated kiss. Tenya was quick to reciprocate, wrapping his arms around you as he angled himself to meld your lips together more completely. His hands pressed into your back, holding you that much closer to himself and for a few moments, you had him thoroughly distracted.
"(N-Name)...?" he sounded so dazed, looking so enticingly ruffled as you both came up for air. His glasses were askew on his handsome face, and you felt the soft thrum of his engines, his entire body buzzing with the subtle vibrations.
You pressed yourself closer to him, your face was red and your desire was stronger than ever. "I have been...so horny all day," you told him shamelessly. Your hands wandered greedily up his sides and over his strong back, his clothes did nothing to hinder the splendid physique beneath them.
"Pardon?" he sounded so surprised and you couldn't help but laugh. The poor thing had been worrying after you all day only to find out that it was something like this that had been plaguing you, you couldn't help but find it funny.
"I've had you on my mind all day, I couldn't focus on anything else, I wanted you so bad," you felt how his breath hitched at your confession, his grip on you growing even tighter.
"It sounds like you've had a long day," Tenya's hand cupped your cheek and you looked up to see him looking back at you with a flustered, yet heated expression. His mouth quirked in an amused little grin, and he wet his lips with an eager tongue.
"You have no idea," you breathed.
"Well, (Name)," he cleared his throat, and you could feel the prodding of his growing erection, "if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to assist you."
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"Oh fuck, Tenya."
Tenya was nothing if not efficient, you quickly found yourself naked and sat between Tenya's legs, your back to his chest, one of your legs draped over his knee as he pumped his thick fingers inside of you. He mouthed at your shoulder, his other hand fondling your breast, squeezing the soft mound and rolling your nipple between deft fingers. Tenya had stripped down to the waist, his skin heated and you swore you could feel the beating of his heart between your shoulder blades.
"Does that feel good, love?" his voice was like velvet and it had your walls clenching on his digits, a gush of arousal coming forth and aiding the glide of his touch.
"Mm, yes, it's so good," you practically purred, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. Oh, this was just what you needed after being so pent up all day. Your hand rested over his, fingertips settling into the space between his fingers as he played with your tit, your thumb brushing over his skin. Your hips moved, angling to match his pace, grinding your clit into his palm, and your chest heaved. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself. "Keep going, Tenya."
Tenya groaned, kissing up your neck until his lips brushed your jaw. He shifted, subtly grinding his clothed erection against your bare ass, "you were already so wet when we started. You must have been in so much need all day," he gently, so gently, pinched your nipple, making you gasp. "I'm sorry darling, had I known sooner..."
"Would you have helped me at school?" you wondered with another roll of your hips, eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a sinful smile. "Whisked me off to a quiet corner and- ah!- fingered me under my skirt?"
His fingers curled then and you moaned loud, mouth hanging open. He curled himself around you, squishing your body to his as he shuddered at your words, "if...if you wanted. You know I'd do anything you asked of me," his words were strained and earnest, coated in lust as you both got further worked up over the fantasy.
"I know," your hand reached back, fingers sifting into his hair. You scritched his scalp fondly, "you're such a good boy for me, Tenya."
"Hahh," his engines revved softly, and he grinded needily against you, the praise obviously getting to him. Not once did he stop his ministrations, and your orgasm was steadily building.
"I'm so close," you told him, gripping his hair. "Oh, oh fuck..."
"Let go, (Name)," he told you, his fingers pumping faster, curling and finding that special spot inside of you. "Please, I've got you."
You came with a squeal, your slick coating his fingers and the bedding. Your long-awaited release was so worth it, especially when Tenya held you tightly against his chest as you slowly came down.
His hand, the one currently not coated in your juices, came up to carefully brush your sweaty hair from your face. "Feeling better, darling?"
"Much better," you panted, feeling all loose and lax. You turned your head, kissing at his jaw until he dipped his head down and met your lips with his own. You shared some soft kisses with him until you felt like you could move again. You turned, rising to your knees between his spread legs and pressing your hands against his broad shoulders. Tenya fell back easily and you looked down at his flushed face and mussed hair, his red eyes dilated as they focused on you and only you.
Yandere Aizawa?? Love to see a stoic feral man, and you always write him so well 🙌
Aw, thank you :) He's such a great character and fun to write for, I'm glad you think I write him well. ^u^
Yandere Aizawa has me just as feral as he would be lmao. I cooked up some headcanons for him and there will be some NSFW in a designated section at the end. Enjoy ;)
Content: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, dubcon.
Yandere!Aizawa Headcanons
This one's impossible to escape. If he's set on not letting you go, then that's it, that's your life from now on.
Aizawa's the type of yandere that you might not even know who he is until he's caught you. You could be a stranger in the street that's caught his eye and he'll spend months observing you, covertly trailing you from a distance. He'll put all that experience as an underground hero into his obsession with you, stalking you, digging into your past, building up a shrine to you within his mind of who you are. You'll never see him coming.
He views you as helpless and weak (regardless of whether or not that's true). Aizawa is a man that's scared of losing those he cares about, and what drives him as a yandere is just how fragile you are, at how easily you could be hurt, or worse. He's aware that his obsession with you is unhealthy, but he keeps finding ways to justify his mindset. Who knows what could happen to you out in that dangerous world? You would be so much better off with someone like him to protect you. You would be so much better off if he just...kept you all to himself.
Up close, he’s actually quite stiff and awkward with you, so overwhelmed with his feelings for you that he reverts to a more stern, perhaps intimidating, demeanor. This isn’t a yandere that can charm his way naturally into your life, but that’s not to say he isn’t capable of manipulation. Once he has you in his clutches, he’ll do whatever’s necessary to keep you there. He’s not above blackmailing you to keep you in line. For example, say you’re a vigilante or a villain, he has no problem suggesting a harsh prison sentence awaits you should you try to escape. “Logical ruses” and all that.
While he won’t ever hurt you or even threaten violence to keep you in line, Aizawa will restrain you if he deems it necessary. He doesn’t have a problem with being seen as the “bad guy” if it means keeping you safe. Expect locked doors at every turn, being chained to the bed by your ankle or even more restrictively should you prove to be unruly enough. He’ll even hold you down himself if it means getting the point across. You’re not going anywhere.
It does ultimately end in captivity with him. His attempts at justification only go so far until Aizawa decides he doesn’t care, he’s going to commit to keeping you anyway. Even if it goes against everything he stands for, even if it makes him a villain in every sense of the word, it’ll keep you safe, and that’s what matters to him.
He does try to be a good captor (if something like that is even possible). His actions towards you are out of care and not meant to be a punishment. He tries to keep you happy and entertained, providing you with whatever you ask for, so long as it’s not your freedom. If he thinks he can trust you, he might even take you for (very limited) outings. The life he offers you is one of a well-cherished pet, which could be its own kind of hell when all is said and done.
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His decision to keep you is far from pure. Yes, his desire to keep you safe is the main driving force, but it’s not the only desire he feels for you. No one’s ever caught his attention quite like you have. Before he found you, his life was consumed by his work as a hero and a teacher. He sometimes spared time for his few close friends, but rarely for romance or sex. Then you came along and he finds himself fantasizing, hungering, for the first time in ages.
He has to admit, once he has you in his clutches, he’s glad to have you away from the eyes of others, that he’s the only one that has access to you now. There’s no doubt in him now that he’s a bad man, a good man wouldn’t do what he’s done to you, but how bad of a man is he? He has you protected and safe from the rest of the world, but are you safe from him?
Aizawa can’t help but get closer, indulge himself a little. He gets in your personal space, even if it makes you nervous, just to feel your body heat. He pats your head, squeezes your waist as he walks by, rests a hand on your knee, trying to get you used to his touch. He has enough decency left to not take too much, to not simply force his way past that final line. He hopes you’ll one day ask for more from him, banking on the fact that he’s the only company you have now, and everyone has needs, don’t they?
But give an inch, and he’ll take a mile. If you, in your isolation and loneliness, seek intimacy with him, you’ll never be rid of him. He’ll make a home for himself between your thighs, content to pleasure you for hours, your thoughts turning to mush as he unravels you on his tongue over and over. Yes, he takes great enjoyment in satisfying you, but it’s also a way to ease his own guilt. When you’re calling his name so sweetly, you must not completely hate him, right? Your captivity can’t be so bad for you if you’re clinging to him, your pussy gripping his cock so greedily. You must see something positive in this, in him.
From then on, Aizawa sees sex as a means of placation, of apology, of distraction, a way to keep you content amidst the suffocation of your life with him. He’s always been a man of action rather than words, after all. He’s never been able to talk you into accepting your circumstances, but maybe his body can convince you.
Hi! Could you do Iida yandere headcanons? If it can be sfw and nsfw it would be lovely, thank you <3
Of course! I love Iida and I think his brand of yandere would be pretty interesting :x He crosses me as a guilty, self aware type of yandere.
It got kind of angsty, just to warn you ;;;;; The first chunk of headcanons are SFW, and then towards the end I indicate when the NSFW starts.
Part 2
Yandere!Iida Headcanons
He's absolutely terrified of his own possessive urges when it comes to you. The more he falls for you, the more he wants to keep you all to himself, to the point where he wants to hide you away from others. He's aware that it isn't normal, let alone something a good hero would do. No, that sounds rather villainous, actually. It's something Iida struggles with a lot. He strives to be a good person, worthy of the name Ingenium. He wants to be someone his family and the people around him can be proud of, he wants you to be proud to be with him. The darker, uglier side of him causes him a lot of distress, and he wonders sometimes, when you look at him, if you can see the darkness there. It makes him sick to consider it.
He ends up going to Tensei for advice. "Can you love someone too much?" and Tensei, thinking it's just Tenya, his earnest and good baby brother Tenya, being an overthinker, laughs off his concerns. He assures Tenya that there's no way he could ever love someone too much, and that love should be given to that special someone as freely as possible. Poor Tensei doesn't see the darkness in his little brother's heart, he doesn't understand what he just endorsed.
Iida still tries to hold back with you, still strives to be that good hero he wants to be. But he gradually slips deeper and deeper.
He meddles in your affairs. He views you as helpless (regardless of how competent you actually are) and finds ways to take tasks away from you, discouraging you from taking on too many (if any) responsibilities, insisting that it's for your own good, and he truly believes it. You might find yourself gradually losing more of your agency.
If you're also a hero, the absolute, white hot rage he feels when a villain manages to hurt you is hard for him to contain. He barely manages to stop himself from hunting the villain down (reminding himself, over and over, what he promised himself after the Stain incident). If he's on the scene with you, he's brutal with his interference, his engines roaring as he takes the villain down quickly and with excessive force so he can reach your side. His blood rushes in his ears and you look so frighteningly fragile to him. Why did you choose this life? It's not suited to you at all, it's much too dangerous. He wants to hide you away more than ever, lock you away from everything that can even think of hurting you.
Iida eventually spirals further down into his obsession with you, and it's tragic. This isn't the person he wanted to be. But as he takes away more of your agency, isolates you more, and eventually steals you away completely, he becomes almost resigned to it. Because the other option is letting you go, and he can't do that, selfish as that is.
If you grow scared of him, become angry with him or disgusted by his possessive nature, he feels awful about it, but he only clings to you tighter, fruitlessly begging for your love and forgiveness.
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Iida's almost frantic when he fucks you, holding you tight, engines revving, thrusting quick and deep. It's like he thinks you'll disappear on him if he lets you go. He whispers apologies into your skin, eyes misty. He feels like a pervert how much he wants you, the lust you inspire in him.
He wants to bite and mark you, paint your skin with his claim on you, but he can never bring himself to do so, not wanting to maul you like a beast. However, he leaves bruises from his grip sometimes, around your wrists as he holds you down, pressing you into the mattress as his hard body bears down flush against you. Or when he grips your hips and pulls you insistently onto his cock. He always feels bad when he sees them, but deep down it's satisfying, they're proof that you're his.
If it reaches the point where you know about Iida's possessive nature, where he stops denying it and he takes you away, he'd never force you to do anything in the bedroom. But it doesn't stop him from wanting you, so much that it hurts, so much that he can't hide it. The littlest things about you arouse him, and though he'd keep his distance, you're constantly aware of the heated stares he sends your way, the tent in his pants as he hurriedly excuses himself from the room. You hear him in the bathroom sometimes, the undeniable sound of him pleasuring himself, your name on his lips. Your dirty clothes disappear sometimes, returning to you freshly washed and neatly folded, and you know what they've been through.
hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol
but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!
or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)
thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄
(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!
I hope you enjoy!)
Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.
Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.
Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.
You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.
You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.
He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.
You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.
"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.
When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.
You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.
The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.
To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.
There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.
You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.
As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.
You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"
"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."
You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.
"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."
Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.
Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.
You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.
He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.
“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.
You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.
“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.
“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.
“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.
You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.
“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”
You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.
It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.
“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.
“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.
His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.
His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.
With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.
“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.
He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”
I was wondering if you could do headcannons of shouto and how he’d court/treat his omega (omegaverse of course) and if you want you could add some spicy hc too ? thanks in advance 🤍
Ohhh, I'd be happy to! (also I'm assuming Shouto's an alpha in this scenario)
Alpha!Shouto with Omega!Reader (NSFW)
Shouto grew up with a big, angry alpha in the household, and so he has a lot of conflicted feelings about his own alpha presentation.
When he takes interest in you, an omega, what he wants to communicate the most to you is that he's safe. He wants you to feel safe and protected with him and he doesn't want to come across as threatening or controlling. Not that he's very loud or harsh to begin with, but he's even softer around you, speaking softly and handling you gently.
In the courting phase, he's very big on gift giving, but sometimes he can go overboard. Either in extravagance or sheer quantity, the price is no object to him, even as a young hero he's making really good money because of his high ranking. It's really overwhelming, but also they're not empty gifts, they're centered around your interests, he really does pay attention to you. So you kind of feel bad telling him to slow down with the gifts, especially when he looks at you giving off the impression of a scolded puppy. You'll have to find a compromise, he wants to show you that he can provide for you, so you gotta let him at least a little.
Also, while courting, he absolutely goes to his friends for advice. Even when they have no idea about courting themselves, he'll still follow their advice, to varied and sometimes comical results.
(He once asked his mom, an omega, for advice, and it turned into such a bittersweet conversation. She never actually went through the process of being courted before her marriage. But she's super supportive and wants Shouto to be happy. She likes you, too, and knows her son is a good person that will treat you well.)
He loves loves loves your scent, but he also very much wants to smother you in his own scent. He's constantly scenting you, and maybe he thinks he's being sneaky, but he's absolutely not. His "accidental" brushes against you are very telegraphed, and his sudden announcement of "it's cold out" before he bundles you up in his jacket isn't very smooth either. But the obviousness is the cutest part about him.
If you scent him back, he's on cloud nine. It's all he can think about the rest of the day, your scent lingering on him.
When you're together, he constantly battles with his possessive urges, scared that they're too much. He wants to stake his claim on you, wants people to know that you're his omega, and how happy he is that you're his. But he has all those memories of the worst kind of alpha behavior in the back of his head, and it's haunting his every step. A way to comfort him in this is to let some of your own possessiveness show, let him know how glad you are that he's your alpha, be a little jealous, a little clingy. Show him his feelings aren't too much, because you're feeling them, too.
When he becomes more comfortable with himself in your relationship, he's all over you, constantly at your heels, very affectionate and very proud. You're his omega and he's your alpha. He has a habit of putting himself physically between you and other alphas, and he keeps himself distanced from other omegas, too.
Shouto's so excited when you first show him your nest. The whole area smells of you and it's just so, so comforting. He's honestly in awe. He's exceedingly careful when you allow him to enter it, sitting right in the middle, stiff as a board and not touching anything. Part of him worries that his mere presence will ruin it, but it can only make it better in your eyes. When he sees the articles of clothing he's loaned you weaved into the walls of your nest, again he's filled with that feeling of wonder. Once relaxed, he doesn't want to leave, and you want to keep him in there, too.
When he gives you the claiming bite, it's so intense. He's whimpering and whining so desperately for you, lost to his instincts as his knot embeds itself inside of you, swelling as he fills you beyond full. He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, and it's like he's finally home, he's complete.
He's extra protective of you when your heats approach, and he tries to be there for you when they happen. He's more than eager to tend to your every need, to lessen the effects of the heat, to let you use him however you need, as much as you need. Part of him loves how needy you become, slick running freely down your thighs as you beg your alpha for his knot. He likes being needed, he likes being able to provide what you need. But he can't always be there for your heats because of his job, and it's agony for him and fills him with such guilt. No matter how understanding you are, and how realistic he has to be about the situation, it still makes him feel like a bad alpha.
He'll definitely want pups. He has similar fears of fatherhood as he does with alphahood, but with you, he has a lot more confidence that things will turn out okay. If you do end up pregnant, his protective, possessive side comes out in full force. He has you swaddled in items that smell of him, and while he doesn't outright challenge alphas that come too close, he gets very tense like he's expecting a fight and most of them get the hint to stay away. He's dedicated to caring for you, even going so far as to take time off and free up his schedule so that he's around more. He doesn't want you to lift a finger. At the same time, his sex drive ramps way up, something about seeing you like that, belly rounded with his pup, really does it for him. At first he tries to hold himself back, but if you let him, he'll be all over you as much as possible. He's very gentle, however, rutting into you with slow, steady strokes, his hand resting protectively over that bump. He'd never let his desires bring harm to you.
Bonus weird headcanon: Because of his childhood, he has some habits that pups usually grow out of once they reach puberty. He sometimes kneads in your nest when he's feeling particularly relaxed and sometimes sucks on his knuckle in his sleep.
(I didn't anticipate this getting as long as it did lol thank you for the request, hope you liked it!)
Do you think you can make a part two To the Yandere Tenya ?!
Sure! ^u^ I've got some more headcanons up my sleeve!
No NSFW this time. More angst ahead, and kind of an unhappy resolution, unfortunately XD;
Part 1
Yandere!Iida Headcanons Part 2
Iida's quite taken by the intoxicating thought of you pregnant with his child, belly rounded with life and stunning in your maternal glow. It would be good to have an heir to the Iida lineage, of course, but it's more than that. The idea of you bound to him in something as precious as the creation of a life, the family that would come from that, the future together, it all nearly has him hard with want. He loves you, of course he would want a family with you, but the appeal is a lot darker than that for him. It would mean that no matter what, for the rest of your life, you would always have some form of connection to him. In his more self aware moments, the way his mind twists such a precious concept has him sick with disgust in himself.
Iida's always been possessive of you when you're around what he would call "potential rivals." His friends always teased him for being a bit stiff and a stickler for the rules, and perhaps a bit of insecurity has settled in him that you might fall for someone more carefree, more "fun." So he gets jealous, and clingy, and insists others keep a respectable distance from his girlfriend. His friends think it's cute, how worked up he can get, who would have thought that the former class president could get so jealous? Surely you have him wrapped around your little finger. But is it really so cute? When his eyes darken and his jaw clenches, a fist forming at his side just out of sight? When he takes you home and considers never letting you out again?
It wouldn't be accurate to say that Iida's friends never catch on. Some of them do see the darkness in him, and it worries them probably as much as it worries Iida. While a few just have faith that Iida would never take things too far, others, well... After everything they've been through as a class, they're not going to let their friend fall. For some, that means interfering before things get too serious, for others, that means making sure Iida doesn't get caught. He's not the only one in the group with dark inclinations.
You would find out about Iida's darker side from his very own mouth. One day he goes too far, in his jealousy, in his brutality towards a villain that harmed you, whatever it is, it brings you to call him out when you're at home. You've been noticing worrying changes with Iida for a while now, and you demand to know: what is wrong with him?
What's wrong with him? There's too much that's wrong, and the fact that you can see it, which is his worst nightmare, breaks him. He falls to his knees in front of you, arms around your middle and face pressed into your stomach as every dark, alarming thought he's ever had comes out of him.
It shatters your perception of him irreparably. The good man you thought you knew wants to keep you in a cage, wants to possess you so wholly it scares even himself. You try to draw away from him, try to be gentle as you tell him, "Tenya, you need help..." and it confirms to him that he's lost you.
He doesn't let go.
This was the beginning of your brief captivity. By this point, Iida had already been taking more and more of your agency away from you, controlling the finances and steadily closing you away from your old social circle. It might not have been with this outcome in mind at the time, but it worked in his favor now. A few emails and calls and you could be gone for weeks without anyone sounding the alarm, and those that would look for you were mostly Iida's friends, too.
It was misery being locked away, physically restrained and constantly monitored to keep you from leaving the house. The locks were changed, your phone and computer taken away, the only way out was through Iida, himself, who definitely had the physical advantage.
Throughout it all, Iida was a bizarre combination of remorseful and resolute. He felt so bad for putting you through this, begging for your forgiveness and hating what he'd become. That said, he didn't feel so bad as to let you go, and it was obvious that he was still hoping to continue your relationship, with or without your approval. You didn't recognize him anymore. You tried to reason with him, and when that didn't work, you fought him, desperate to escape, but Iida was a tough opponent, and you found that getting out on your own was a hopeless endeavor.
But your capture didn't last forever. As stated, it was a brief captivity, no more than a few weeks, maybe a few months at most (though that time felt like forever). He hadn't planned for this, after all. It would be Iida's friends that got you out, subduing Iida and bringing him to see reason and seek help. However, you would find that it was mostly for Iida's sake, not for your own. There would be no justice for your kidnapping and imprisonment. The former Class A was a tight knit group, and they would ensure that Iida would still have a chance to be the hero he wanted to be, even if it meant keeping your ordeal from seeing the light of day.
Through help and support, Iida would slowly learn to control his possessive urges, but they would still remain at the back of his mind. He would always, always desire to get that happy ending with you.
i wanna see first time smut with shoto!? I prefer long texts but I think you write short texts. So idk but I just have to read this!!
I'm so sorry, you sent this in forever ago, but I hope this story still finds you! ;.;
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You and Shouto kissed on your bed, both stripped down to your underwear. Beside you on the blanket sat a brand new box of condoms, waiting to be used.
There was an energy charging the air, and you felt more sensitive than usual tonight, probably because of your nerves.
There'd been some planning involved, a quiet, stuttering conversation, enough time to buy some protection, and an arranged meeting time late after classes. Maybe a more spontaneous occurrence would be more romantic, but nothing would cut your budding hero career short faster than an unplanned pregnancy, so you preferred it this way.
Besides, it was Shouto, and nothing could take away how special this was for you.
Shouto pressed you onto your back, his mouth traveling down your neck to suck pretty, delicate marks into the expanse of skin. Sparks sizzled wherever he touched, anticipation buzzing in your veins. Your hands ran over his bare shoulders, drifting to his muscular back, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, taking in his scent. You'd been this close to him before, had gone at least this far, but it all felt so different, so new, now. His mouth settled against your pulse and your heart raced against his lips.
Two hands, one running warm, one running cold, drifted down your body and you shivered at the slight yet noticeable difference in temperature. Shouto shifted his body and you felt the swell of his clothed erection prod at your hip and a soft whine sounded from the back of your throat because oh my goodness this was real, this was happening. He wanted you, and you wanted him.
"(Name)..." Shouto's voice was rough and breathy, honeyed by lust. When he lifted his head, there was an almost feverish blush on his face, his mismatched eyes stormed over by desire. His hair stuck out at odd angles, red and white crossing over at the divide. You'd never seen him look so disheveled, and it was the most attractive thing you'd ever seen. You felt a rush of desire pool between your legs and you took his face in your hands and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
As your tongue tangled with his, your touch grew bold. Your hand drifted down his front, down down down until you let your palm rub curiously, shyly, over the front of his boxer briefs, feeling the outline of his cock. The sound he made was so sweet and needy, his whole body shuddering. You wanted to hear him make more sounds like that.
Shouto broke the kiss, but remained close to you, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, panting as though he'd just run a mile. "It feels so good when you touch me like that," he told you, his hips pressing into your hand. The way he responded to your touch thrilled you and as all your focus centered in on the sounds he made, the tension and motion of his body, you felt your nerves slowly begin to fade away. "I've thought about this so often...but it's so much better than I imagined..."
Your breath hitched, "you've been imagining it?”
"Yeah..." his gentle touch wandered your body reverently, a hot hand settled on your inner thigh. "I want to be close to you, (Name). In every way you'll let me. I've always wanted that."
His words were so blunt and straightforward, as they always were, and they sent a surge of both love and lust running through your body. Suddenly, the pace seemed too slow, and you needed more.
You kissed Shouto again, then moved to sit up, Shouto moving to give you room as you did. Your hand on his chest urged him onto his back and he flopped back without resistance, ready to go along with your every whim. You perched yourself atop him, not really having a plan except to keep this going.
As you settled yourself in this new position, you bit your lip as your clothed pussy pressed up against his clothed erection. You shuddered and Shouto groaned, his hands catching your hips. You looked down at your gorgeous boyfriend, his eyes were half lidded and wholly focused on you. He was such a pretty boy, and he was all yours.
You reached behind yourself, unhooking your bra, letting it fall away from your chest. Your whole body rose at the sharp intake of breath Shouto made beneath you, and his hands gripped you even tighter. His cock twitched against you and you gasped, your own sex pulsing in response.
“Can I-?”
“Y-yeah…” you said, already knowing what he was going to ask. Your heart pounded with anticipation.
There was a brief pause, then a cool hand cupped your bare breast. You shivered at the contact. It wasn’t cold enough to be uncomfortable, rather, you found it to be quite titillating. Your eyes fluttered shut as Shouto fondled you experimentally, your nipple hardening as his thumb brushed over it and goosebumps rising along your skin.
“Is this okay?” Shouto asked, his voice low and husky.
You nodded, “yeah…” you murmured breathily, letting out a soft hum as his other hand went to your chest. He massaged and played with your tits, squishing and hefting them in his careful hands. You squirmed on top of him, hips pressing against his, and your matching groans filled the room. Your hands pressed against his torso, and you moved, more purposefully this time, to grind yourself against his erection.
“Hah...(N-Name),” Shouto’s sweet voice called out to you. His wandering hands slowed, distracted, on your chest. “Please...I want more…”
You slowly blinked your eyes open, looking down at him. Shouto looked up at you with bright pleading eyes and your hunger for him became more than you could bear.
“Okay,” you said, and it was time, it was happening, you realized as you moved off of him, watching him sit up.
Shouto looked to you for reassurance, and when you nodded, he began removing his underwear. Your heart pounded as you took in the sight of his cock, the first you’d ever seen in person, and thoughts of ‘will it fit?’ passed through your mind. You licked your lips, willing to try.
You settled back against the pillows as Shouto crawled his way closer. Your eyes wandered his body, both the familiar stretches and the new sights, appreciatively before settling on his face.
Shouto looked into your eyes with rapt attention, searching, waiting. He was waiting on you to make the call, you realized, and it warmed your heart. You smiled at him, nervous but ready, and wanting. You reached down, lifting your hips as you slid your panties off, baring yourself completely to him.
Shouto’s eyes settled between your legs so intently, and he moved closer, one of his hands resting on your knee. Shyly, you slowly parted your legs further, letting him see you. Before you could second guess yourself, you took his hand by the wrist and guided him to your core, inviting him to touch.
Shouto blinked, letting out a slow breath through his nose, and carefully ran his fingers through your folds. You gasped, it was so different having someone other than yourself touch you there, so much more arousing. “Keep going…” you said, already knowing he was going to ask.
He continued, and with some occasional guidance from you, you soon found yourself with your head tossed back and your fingers gripping the sheets, stretched full around Shouto’s long, strong fingers.
“You’re so pretty,” Shouto’s breaths were labored, his eyes staring down at you dark with desire. Three fingers moved in and out of you in wet strokes that pushed soft moans and mewls from your lips with each go. There was a tension in his body, a barely held restraint as his own needs no doubt begged to be tended to, but he seemed content to ignore it in favor of watching you.
“Shouto…” you whined, feeling your pleasure build higher and higher.
“I like it when you say my name like that,” he told you, leaning in closer. The angle of his hand changed, his fingers curling just so, “please, say it again.”
As his fingers pressed against that spongy spot of pure bliss inside of you, you cried out his name, cumming on his fingers. His hand stilled as your body shook and quivered, his other hand holding onto your thigh.
When you came down, lax and glowing, you looked up to see his eyes shining brightly.
“Did you just cum?” he asked, a hint of wonder to his voice.
“Yeah,” you laughed softly, feeling light and bubbly. You reached out, rubbing his wrist fondly, “that felt really good,” you told him, knowing he liked reassurance, and you were rewarded with that soft, sweet smile of his.
He carefully removed his fingers from inside of you, leaning in and covering you with his body. He kissed you softly, “I was...nervous,” he admitted quietly against your lips.
“About?” you prompted, draping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“...I didn’t know if I’d be able to make you feel good tonight,” he nuzzled your cheek, his voice so vulnerable and bare. “I’m still worried I’ll hurt you if we continue. I want you so bad, (Name), what if it’s too much?”
You felt your heart fill with warmth. Oh, this boy. You ran your fingers through his hair, “you made me feel really, really good, Shouto,” you assured him, “and I want to continue, I want to feel you. It’ll be fine.”
He let out a slow breath, and you felt him melt into your touch. He lifted his head, lips at the corner of your mouth, “promise you’ll stop me if you need to.”
You kissed him, “I promise, Shouto.”
Finally, he sat back and reached for the box of condoms. You watched as he rolled one onto his hard length, the tip of which had been steadily weeping precum this entire time. He moved between your legs, and at your nod, he took a deep breath and focused on pressing himself into you.
“Oh,” you gasped softly as the head slipped inside.
He paused, “(Name)?”
“Keep going.”
He continued, slowly, as if afraid if he moved any faster you might break apart right in front of him. Your mouth hung open as you were met with such an unbelievable stretch for the very first time.
“K-Keep going,” you said again without prompt, your hand finding Shouto’s wrist to give it another reassuring squeeze. Aided by the glide of your arousal and the relaxation of your earlier orgasm, the stretch was more than bearable, the sense of fullness dizzying but pleasant. Before you knew it, Shouto had bottomed out, the weight of his balls settled on your ass.
You both were breathing heavily at that point, and Shouto was sweating, muscles taut with restraint. You thought that steam might start to come off of him at any moment.
“You can move…” you told him, your voice shaky. He’d been holding back all evening, being so considerate of you, and you wanted him to feel good as well.
“Okay…” he breathed, his hands going to your hips. He pulled out about halfway and thrust back in, both of you moaning at the feeling. When you didn’t voice any discomfort, Shouto began a careful, steady pace, the occasional grunt and quiet sigh leaving him as some of the tension eased out of his shoulders as he finally indulged in his desires.
The drag of his cock along your sensitive walls had you reaching for him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. It felt good, so good. You had been prepared for pain tonight, a price to pay for this experience, but he moved so smoothly inside of you and you melted.
“So good…” Shouto’s face pressed into your neck as he began to pick up his pace. He braced a hand beside your head, gripping the sheets tightly. “(Name), you feel so good,” there was a desperation to his voice that you’d never heard before, as if a new side of him had revealed itself to you. You drank it in greedily, holding him even tighter.
“You feel good, too, Shouto. You’re doing so well,” you told him, panting into his ear, and he groaned at the praise.
He continued thrusting into you and you reveled in his panting breaths, the feeling of his sweatslick skin sliding against your own, the way your body seemed like a perfect fit to his as his cock moved with such a delicious push and pull. You had never felt so close, so open to another person before. It felt like you and Shouto were the only two people in the world.
Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, and you cried out, accidentally digging your nails into Shouto’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to notice the pain, too distracted by your walls clenching down on him.
“(N-Name),” Shouto gasped, his body tensing, his thrusts growing more insistent. “I-I’m gonna-!”
He made the most exquisite moan as he came, his cock twitching inside of you as he filled the condom. The smell of burnt fabric filled your nostrils. He’d accidentally singed the sheets in the heat of his orgasm.
Shouto slumped partially on top of you, just barely holding up his weight, his ragged breathing joined your own labored breaths. You both stayed like that for a moment, taking your time to recover from such an intense experience. Then, Shouto slowly pulled out of you and you shivered at the sensation, part of you still craving the fullness as you relaxed your legs from their previous open position.
He settled down next to you, pulling you close and burying his head in your neck. Shouto seemed to prioritize the closeness over everything else, not even bothering with the spent condom for the time being as he held you tight. You didn’t mind right now, the sweat and the stickiness made everything feel so much more real, and you held onto him just as tightly, your heart full of warmth.
“I really liked that,” he told you softly, his thumb brushing along your skin. He hooked his leg over yours just to entangle your bodies that much more.
“Me, too,” you told him, pressing your lips to his shoulder. Your hand ran up and down his back as he tried to nuzzle closer.
“Really?” he wondered, seeking your reassurance. “It didn’t...I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you didn’t,” you soothed, lifting his head up with your hand to look into his eyes. He looked so soft and vulnerable, so sweet. You loved him so much, “it was perfect, Shouto. You were perfect.”
He kissed you, deep and tender, and you melted into it, moving your lips against his in a dance perfected during your time together. When he pulled back, he pressed his lips to your forehead, “I love you so much, name. You’re the only one I ever want to do this with. Ever. Only you, (Name).”
You felt your breath catch at the implications of his declaration, and you smiled. “Me, too, Shouto. Only you.”
hi hi!! I loved your nsfw alphabet for aizawa sm! I was wondering if you’d do one for shouto todoroki ?
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it, and of course, I'd be happy to :)
(Just a heads up, I kind of always write with a chubby fem!Reader in mind)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He's very attentive afterwards, checking in on you making sure you're alright and if you enjoyed yourself. He's a little scared of hurting you, so he needs some time to fuss over you to reassure himself. Spends a lot of time staring at you, a bunch of warm and fuzzy thoughts in his head about how much he loves you, how beautiful you are.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He's pretty neutral on his own body, but he values the strength his body has and the ability to use that strength to protect the people around him.
He admires the softness of your body, the comforting plushness as he puts his arms around you, the cute squish of your cheek when he pokes it. He likes your hands, and how eagerly and lovingly they reach for him and touch him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes to see his cum painting your skin, something about it just sits right with him. He's always just a little disappointed to wipe it off after.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's obsessed with the scent of you, be it your body's natural scent or the products you use. A couple of times when you had to be apart, he tried using your shampoo or wearing your perfume on his wrist and was disappointed when it wasn't the same.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Shouto has no experience by the time you're together, but he's a quick learner and very communicative, wanting to know if what he's doing feels good and it never hurts his ego if you give him direction or ask him to do something different. He's a little shy at first when you try to give him pleasure in any way, but he quickly wants more, so much more.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes fucking you against a wall, the pleasant press of his body against yours, the way you wrap yourself around him and hold on tight, the feel of your weight in his arms. It's so easy to lose himself in you like this, his mind soothed in a pleasant haze of pleasure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be unintentionally goofy, that's just Shouto's nature. Sometimes he'll say something abrupt or out of left field and it'll surprise a laugh out of you, but he doesn't feel embarrassed and he's loves the sound of your laughter.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn't trim, but he doesn't have a lot of body hair to begin with. His hair color is split all the way down, and though you sort of expected that to be the case, it still catches you off guard that first time.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's so sweet during. He always tells you how much he loves you and how good you look and feel. It's only a fraction of the soft thoughts that run through his head. He likes to catch your eye and cradle your face in his hand, he'll press your foreheads together or lean in to breathe in your addicting scent.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sometimes he likes to swipe an item of your clothing and masturbate while taking in your lingering scent, thinking back to the way you looked when you were wearing the item. He makes sure to return the items to you clean and you don't even notice they're gone half the time.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise kink, Shouto likes to be told he's doing well, that he's making you feel good. Call him a good boy and he'll be a total mess.
He's got a bit of a possessive streak in him, but he's hesitant to indulge in it. He likes the sight of his cum on you, and if you let him, he'll leave hesitant little marks on your skin, the softest of love bites, he'll grow a bit bolder with encouragement.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
As long as there's enough privacy, he's not very picky about the location. He'll even steal you away at his agency if you're up for it. He doesn't necessarily want to be intruded upon while you're having sex, but there are times where he'll lead you somewhere private or you'll both emerge from some locked room or hidden nook and it's obvious to everyone that you're going to have/just had sex and it feeds that little possessive corner of his brain.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Telling him things like "I need you" will really get him fired up (hopefully not literally). Making it clear that he's the one that turns you on, that makes you feel good, that only he can get you off like this is like a drug, he'll do anything for that feeling.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn't want to hurt or degrade you, even if it's something you want, it makes him feel awful. He also doesn't want to be degraded.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's kind of clumsy when it comes to giving, he's much better with his fingers, but if it's something you really enjoy he'll do his best to be good at it. He likes receiving, though is a bit hesitant to request it, but there's always an excited glint to his eye when you offer.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He starts off at a slow, set pace, but eventually this sense of desperation sets in and it's like he can't help himself. You can always tell he's holding a bit back, though, he could be faster, more rough, but it's held back by a fear of hurting you. It'll take patience and encouragement for him to truly let go.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's a fan. Sometimes it's just so hard for him to keep his hands off of you. He's often the one to initiate.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's game to experiment with you so long as they don't push his hard boundaries. He often gets curious about wanting to try different things in the bedroom, often asking you about something you haven't tried yet and if you'd like to try. He's not very experienced when you first get together, and he's learning a lot about himself as well as you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's got quite a bit of stamina, sometimes it feels like the longer you go, the more energized he becomes.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He likes using toys on you and buying you new ones if you express an interest in them. He'll just randomly show you something he found while online shopping like "should I get this for you?" You'll quickly accumulate too many of them if you don't stop him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't really understand how to tease, but he can unintentionally. You'll be out and about with him and his hand will find the small of your back and he'll murmur in your ear "I just want to get home so I can be back inside you" and then walk off and like, Shouto please, there's still several more errands to take care of and now you have to go the rest of the day with that rattling around in your brain.
On the flip side, it's quite fun to tease him. He's so cute when he's needy.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heavy panting and murmured words. Likes to check in on you and ask permission before he does anything. Tells you how good you feel, starts pleading and rambling under his breath as he gets closer to climax. "So good, so good, (Name)...I can't-please, I-"
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He goes to Midoriya and Bakugou and some of his other friends for sex advice when he feels he needs it, and he's very open about it. It is incredibly awkward.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's slightly above average in length with a nice girth to him. He's tall and a little on the lean side, though still muscular. Broad shoulders that taper into a tight waist and a nice ass. Broad shoulders and strong arms. Shouto really looks like a model, a sculptor's dream.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high. Once he had that first taste of you, he can't get enough of you. He's going to wear you out.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes a while to fall asleep after sex. He spends time just watching over you, even for a while after you fall asleep, he's still staring at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, studying your features. He never gets tired of looking at you, of being with you like this.
