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“You mean to tell me this isn’t you?”
Iida’s eyes widened as he stared at the phone you held in front of him. It was clear to anyone that looked for more than a moment that it was a video of him…
Masturbating.
“Nnngh- O-Oh my! Ah! Oh, Y-Y/N!” His hand pumped up and down his length like no one’s goddamn business while the other fingers of his other hand had found a place deep in his mouth, caressing his tongue as well. His eyes had rolled back into his head, his glasses, forgotten somewhere on the floor next to his bed.
He thrust into his hand as he moaned praises to the fictional you in front of him. He arched his back and lifted his hips in the air, beginning to thrust harder into his hand.
His eyes moved from the phone to you. Even in the darkness of his dorm room, he could see your sadistic grin.
His lips had become dry as the reality of his situation sunk in. Iida moved his arms to grip the bed sheets next to him while another clip of him flashed across the phone screen.
He had taped two vibrators to his nipples as he grinded against a pillow that was clearly yours. His precum dribbled from the tip of his cock and onto his bedsheets.
“Fuck- yes!” He groaned, leaning further into the pillow. His hair stuck to his forehead which was coated in sweat.
His mouth hung open in a silent scream as he released all over your pillow, staining it with white streaks.
It goes on like this for a bit, video after video of him shamelessly masturbating taking their place on your bright phone screen. You cocking your head, grinning, and swiping to the next video. Him staring in shock as he felt his entire career crumble in front of him.
It felt like hours until your screen had finally gone dark.
You return the phone to your pocket before crossing your arms. Your skin seemed to glow in the moonlight as you made your way toward his bed, a sly smirk on your face.
He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you approach, a wave of apprehension washing over him.
He’d been caught.
And he was at your mercy.
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Tenya Iida- class representative, in a top school, respected by all…
And a goddamn pervert.
He wasn’t always that way, his conscience never permitted such acts of disrespect. No, it wasn’t until he met you that it all changed.
He’d never been one for physical contact, always preferring to have his personal space. So it came as a surprise when you’d pinned him against the ground during the sports festival.
You were stronger than he’d expected.
It was in front of a whole crowd of people and hundreds of thousands of others watching on their screens- and he was left helpless and at your mercy.
He could feel himself growing weaker as he tried to fight against it, but your grip had only grown stronger. Your body was up against his and he could feel the heat emitting from your skin. Your eyes bore deep into his while your knee had begun to creep up slowly between his legs.
Iida could still feel the fear and humiliation he felt when he realized he was growing hard. In front of millions of people.
“I give up!” He had gasped, over and over, but you still kept him held down, tight and under your grip. He tried to move, but you were just too strong, and even if he could move, your body up against his just felt so goddamn good.
“P-please, I beg you!” He had said, a plea in his eyes. He could have sworn that he saw you smirk, that you found his begging and gasping amusing somehow.
It was after that day that you began to torment him.
You’d often go into his dorm room only wearing the T-Shirt you had stolen from him. He knew you didn't wear anything under it because he could see your hard nipples from under the shirt. Sometimes, when you sat in a particular way he could catch brief glimpses of your... well.
Were you...no, you couldn’t be doing this on purpose... right?
Still, it was harder for him to stay at that conclusion when there were little things you seemed to do to tease him.
But there was one day the two of you had been studying that he thinks back to quite often.
“ Why is school so hard?” You whine before leaning back on his bed and sighing heavily. “I wanna go to sleep…” You mutter to the ceiling.
Iida, who was sitting on the opposite end of his bed, shakes his head, his hand making chopping gestures in the air. “Now, Y/N, we simply don’t have the time to take breaks. After this, you and I have to go training and you know that this kind of training is physically demanding, meaning that-”
“Iidaaa…” You groan, moving your eyes from the ceiling to his face. “Why can’t you ever just...relax?”
He blinks as if the very concept of him relaxing was such a foreign thing. “...Relax?” He asks.
You cock your head to the side, a curious brow raised. “Yeah...relax. You never once thought to let up on the whole...” you wave your hand in a circular way, trying to find the right word. “ ...uptight act?”
He sets his pencil down, and leans forward. “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind elaborating on what you mean by...uptight.”
You snap your fingers and sit up. “That! That formal talking and shit! I mean, it’s even in the way you sit!” You wave your hand up and down as a way of pointing to his entire body. “Your whole body is just stiff!”
He looks down at himself, confused by your observations. “I’m...not sure what I can do to fix myself.”
You bite your lower lip, as if in thought before suddenly clapping your hands together. You give him a devious grin as you say, “Okay, lie down real quick for me, okay?”
He frowns. “Why-”
You place a finger on his lip to silence him. Before long, you were straddling him and your lips were barely against his ear. “ Just do what I say, okay ?” You whisper. “I promise, you’ll be relaxed by the end of this.”
He could hear his heart beating in his chest but did as you said anyway. Even with your body up against his, even with the suggestive way your lips brushed against his ear, even with the subtle way you grinded against him. No way could you have less than pure intentions- this was you just being...weird.
He fell back onto his bed until his back was hitting the mattress. You were still sitting up and looking down at him. “Okay, stay like that, I’ll be right back!” To his surprise, you get up from the bed and hurriedly exit his dorm room, leaving him to lie of his bed and wonder how he ended up flat on his back instead of studying.
What were you planning?
Not very long after, you had returned with something metal and furry in your hands. “I’m back!” You announce, waving what he could now see were handcuffs in your hands.
Iida sat up a bit, utterly confused. Those handcuffs didn’t look like normal handcuffs. And, anyway, how were handcuffs going to help him relax?
“Y/N...I’m not quite sure how any of this is going to help me relax,” he says, but you just shake your head.
“No, no, Iida, I swear, after I’m done with you, you’ll be more relaxed than you’ve ever been in your life.” You approach the bed and straddle him again, this time making a beeline for his wrists. “If you cooperate, no one has to be punished…” You say, cuffing his hands together over his head.
He frowned in increasing confusion. “Wh-why are you handcuffing me? I haven’t done something wrong, have I?”
You chuckle softly and look down at him with a soft smile. “No…” You say, your hands rubbing his chest. “You’ve been a good boy so far.”
“Oh, well…I’m glad to hear that.”
You had laughed a bit as if there was something you understood that he didn’t.
You leaned down until you were mere inches away from his face. His eyes go wide in surprise and he looks away, a small blush forming on his face.
“Y-you’re…” he gulps, still unable to make eye contact with you, “...a bit close,” He whispers.
You laugh softly, your hands reaching his arms which were still above his head. “Iida, you don’t have to be shy with me…” You lean in a bit closer, until your noses are touching and your lips are brushed against each other. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”
He blinks in surprise, but before he could say a word, your lips came crashing into his own. His eyes widen when he realizes that with him being cuffed up, he was completely at your mercy.
Still, his lips seemed to move on their own, and he reluctantly allowed himself to be engulfed by the sweet taste and warm feeling of your own soft lips against his own. He closes his eyes as the reality of the situation begins to sink in for him.
He...he was kissing you. Not only that, you were on top of him, pressing your chest against his own. You were even sitting on top of his- oh.
Oh.
He thought back to what you had said just before you had begun kissing him. Make me feel good?
Did you mean...you couldn’t mean…
But soon he felt your tongue swiping at his lips, as if asking permission to enter his mouth. He keeps his lips closed, mostly out of shock. He couldn’t believe you wanted to do something so...so naughty with him such as that.
It wasn’t until you began to subtly grind against his crotch did he gasp, unintentionally giving you access to his mouth. Your tongue dance against his own in a way Iida could only describe as erotic.
This...you two couldn’t be doing this! In the dorms no less! This was sure to break so many rules and besides, he’d never done anything remotely close to... this before.
Still, he found himself caught up in the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against you so good, and your lips against his own.
It all felt so good, that he unconsciously let out a small moan into your mouth.
Did such an indecent sound just come from his lips?
This was all too much, he felt overwhelmed with this new kind of pleasure that-
No.
He couldn’t just go and ejaculate in front of you!
But you hadn’t seemed to be stopping any time soon and his climax seemed inevitable.
He clenched his hands and closed his eyes tight, bracing himself for the utter humiliation he was about to face. Despite that, however, he still felt his hips buck upward, offering more of that sweet, sweet friction he craved. And...he moaned. Not just moaned, but whimpered, whined, groaned and gasped.
He was enjoying this.
For whatever reason, you being on top of him while he remained helpless and absolutely vulnerable, well, it made him hard. Hard, and aroused, and wanting more.
He squirmed under you and he rolled his hips again receiving that shock of erotic pleasure that he had come to crave in these few moments. His eyes had rolled back into his head and he felt himself begin to let go. This...this was all to help him relax, right?
Then, in a startlingly sudden fashion, you seize all movement.
Iida, blinks, his eyes coming back into focus and landing on you. You were smirking and biting your bottom lip in an almost seductive manner.
“See?” You whisper, your smirk growing into a smile. “I knew you could relax.” Without another word, you get up and gather your things.
He just lay there, allowing the shock to register. By the time he found some semblance of his senses, you had already made your way out of his room with a wave.
And you had left him cuffed.
It was only when a bewildered and embarrassed Midoriya had walked by Iida's room that they were able to fashion a way out of the handcuffs, though he was unable to look at Midoriya or you for a week after that.
Iida still remembered that day.
Even now in class, just the mere thought of it left him panting and his face hot. He leaned forward and bowed his head, rubbing his thighs together as he remembered how you had grinded against him. As he remembered how fucking good it felt. He gripped his knees as he tried to keep it together, but it was already too late. It was like you were on top of him again, leaving him paralyzed in pleasure and he felt as he slowly succumbed to the feeling.
“Iida... Iida!”
His head shoots up and he finds a concerned Uraraka and Midoriya peering at him.
“Iida, we were dismissed a while ago,” Midoriya said, readjusting his backpack strap. Uraraka nodded and placed her hand on his desk.
“This is the third time you’ve spaced out today. Is something wrong?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him.
Iida’s eyes scanned the now empty classroom as he realized that he’d gotten caught up in that memory again. He blinks a few times as if trying to get himself back to reality. “I’m quite fine, Uraraka. I just...I need some time to recollect myself.”
She gave him two thumbs up and Midoriya offered a smile. “We’ll see you in the common room!” She called out as they left the classroom.
Iida sighed and looked down at his desk. This couldn’t keep happening. He either had to talk to you or force himself to forget about that day.
But how could he when the feeling of your lips on his own was so clear? When he could still feel your hands on his wrists, holding him down while you did as you pleased with him?
Oh god , it was happening again.
He clenched his fist. No, he could think about this later when he was in his room. Besides, Uraraka and Midoriya were probably waiting for him. With his mind made up, he stood up to collect his things. But it was then that he saw a problem.
A very visible problem.
He froze in shock, this being the first time he had gotten an erection from thinking about the memory.
This wasn’t good. What the hell was he supposed to do? He couldn’t walk around like this, his pants were too tight, everyone would see!
What would you think?
You would think he was disgusting, wouldn’t you? “Iida...how indecent of you…” Well, no...you wouldn’t say it like that. No, you would probably say “I never knew you were such a perv, Iida~”
He paused as he considered your reaction. You...you’d probably smile while telling him so. Would you find pleasure in telling him he was a worthless pervert? What if you had him back against a wall?
Iida found himself falling back into his chair, but the thoughts didn’t stop.
How would it sound if your lips brushed against his ear? Whispering all the things he was. “You’re nothing but a perv, aren’t you Iida? You liked it when I held you down, didn’t you? When you were so fucking powerless...I thought you wanted to be a top hero. But you couldn’t even get out of fucking handcuffs by yourself.”
He hadn’t even realized that his hand was on his bulge until he felt that familiar shock of pleasure. The same one he felt when you were grinding against him. His face burned from humiliation but that didn’t stop him from pressing down experimentally. He let out a startled groan at the feeling.
“How pathetic...you can’t even touch yourself right.”
He gulped and lifted his hips, pushing his cock further into his hand as he remembered the way you had called him a good boy. Right now...you would definitely call him a bad boy. How would you punish him?
“On your knees…”
His hips slowly began to roll as he imagined you towering over him, a smirk on your lips as you did so. “Mmmnn...o-oh my…”
“Y’know...you’ve got a pretty lewd mouth...say ‘ah’” You would pull your panties down and stuff them into his mouth. “That’ll shut you up.”
He glanced down at his pants which were becoming too tight for his erection. Without even a thought, he zipped his pants down and removed his cock from his boxers. With his fully hard cock in front of him, he could only imagine what you would say.
“I’ve barely done anything but you’re so hard…Iida, show me how you touch yourself. I want to know how a perv like you gets off.”
“O-okay…” he whispered to the imaginary you, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to stroke his cock. Immediately, a loud moan was ripped from his lips.
Oh, but you wouldn’t hear it. His mouth would still be stuffed with your panties.
“Stroke yourself faster, Iida.”
He did as you said and stroked his cock faster, leaving him heavily panting and moaning. He allowed himself to indulge, to fantasize for the first time. He found himself stroking faster and faster while naughtier images of you popped into his mind.
“ Hhhnngh! Mmmnnn- a-ah!” He moaned, desperately chasing release. By now, you were on top of him, your fingers rubbing mercilessly at his nipples while he remained tied down. Your eyes were wild with desire for him and you were biting at your bottom lip.
Tears ran quickly down his cheeks as he neared his climax, and all he could think of was what you would do to him if you saw him in this state. Would you hit him? Laugh at him?
Kiss him?
All those thoughts were welcome as he cried out one final “Yes!” into the empty classroom before finishing all over his desk, the climax making his shake furiously. He was grateful to be sitting down as he would have collapsed under his own weight.
He sat there panting as the realization of what he had done sunk in.
What were you doing to him?