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the actual wedding was beautiful. ochako was glowing, albeit in a tizzy of tears during their vows, but so was deku—so at least she would always have a partner equally emotionally charged as her, you giggled to yourself. you barely managed to hold it together through the ceremony as well, so you couldn't blame the two.

the reception dinner that night was a small gathering of both soon to be joint families and close friends of ochako and deku. you had changed into a fitted emerald dress that hugged your curves and complimented your skin. the moment you stepped into the hall, you could feel a pair of eyes on you.

tenya iida, also a fellow college friend and deku's best man, stood near the drinks table in a perfectly tailored black suit. his broad shoulders and tall frame commanded attention even when he was laying low from the crowd. his gaze was locked onto you, drifting slowly down your body before snapping back up. the tips of his ears were already red, so cute.

he approached with measured strides, adjusting his glasses. “you look very beautiful tonight,” he said, voice low and robotic as usual. “that dress is… quite a nice color.”

you chuckled in amusement, stepping close to his side as you grab a flute of champagne. you stand to look at the people on the banquet floor instead of at him. “high praise.”

“i am merely being honest.”

you give him a playful glance. "you're looking extra polished yourself, ten."

you knew better than to toe further across the line in the silly game you both had going on since your ua days. most of your former classmates would say they thought you both would be married with kids by now if either of you actually confessed your feelings. you would rather die than be wrong about the whole ordeal, so the idea of admitting the elephant in the room was out of the question on your end. you had only verbalized the truth to ochako one night in college after a particularly bad bar crawl that you really liked tenya, when you saw a girl touching him all over and he was too flustered to tell her off. jealousy be damned, if you witnessed that happen today you would still be equally miffed. it's childish of you perhaps, but everyone has their flaws.

hours passed under the golden lights strung across the venue, music pulsing through the air, and the dance floor already packed with tipsy guests. you had ditched your heels somewhere under the head table after the first round of speeches, your dress now slightly rumpled from all the hugging and dancing. a half-empty glass dangled from your fingers as you laughed at something mina said, but your eyes kept drifting back to him. it was mutual, thankfully, because the man was stealing a couple glances amid his conversations.

you don't know when he had lost his tie. the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, and his usually perfect hair was starting to fall messily across his forehead. he looked despicably good like that, disheveled. not many guys you knew could look good even in a drunken state. shit, now that you think about it… you were kind of buzzed too. the moment you looked away again from him, he finally abandoned whatever conversation he was stuck in and made his way over. he taps you on the shoulder, making you jump before you realized it was him and a wide smile breaks across your face.

"tenya! having fun?" you tried to yell over the music, tilting your head up as he leaned close in front of you.

"immensely," he replied, that deep voice cutting through the noise. his eyes lingered a second too long on your lips, then drifted lower before snapping back up.

"may i have this dance?" he asked.

you didn't answer him, you simply set your glass down and grabbed his hand. he pulled you gently onto the floor. the song was slow and sweet, which made your stomach flip a little. or it could be the shots you did with jirou. his big hand settled on your exposed lower back which made you shiver. the warmth of his palm against your skin felt electric, especially with the way his fingers slowly traced the edge of your dress like he couldn’t quite help himself.

you swayed together as the music wrapped around you both and you laid your head on his shoulder. "you did wonderfully with the whole wedding. midoriya told me you were in charge of the important tasks," he rumbled underneath you.

"thank you. it was nothing really, i love seeing people get married." you reply, not lifting your head from its place.

“you've always been the one to do it,” he said quietly, voice muffled against your hair. “making everyone happy. though, i find myself a bit selfish tonight.”

you lifted your head just enough to meet his dark eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. “selfish? that doesn’t sound like you at all, ten.” your playful demeanor betrayed the way the alcohol made your heart hammer in your chest.

his gaze searched yours, lingering. “maybe not usually,” he murmured, thumb tracing a slow, lazy circle on your skin. “but just for tonight.”

the words were vague, sure, but the impact behind them wasn’t. your stomach flipped again as you pressed a little closer, letting your fingers trail lightly down his chest. you were feeling awfully confident with the liquid courage. “careful. you keep talking like that, and i might let you.”

tenya leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“would you, now?” he whispered.

you turned your head and brushed your lips against his jaw in a barely-there kiss. that was enough for him.

tenya guided you off the dance floor with a hand firmly clasped around yours. the walk to the elevators felt endless, but it was worth it when the doors closed with a ding. he pulled you in immediately. it was messy and desperate. his hands roamed all over your sides, squeezing your hips, sliding over the curve of your ass as he pressed you against the wall. you sloppily reciprocate, fingers pushing into his messy hair while his mouth moved to your neck, sucking intensely and drawing wanton whimpers from you.

“room,” he breathed against your skin, barely pulling back. “mine. unless you want me to take you right here.”

"definitely yours," you said before kissing him again, biting his lower lip. when the doors opened again, you barely made it down the hallway without devouring each other. the second the door clicked shut behind you, the restraint disappeared once more. you worked his shirt open frantically, pushing it off his strong shoulders. god, he was built. you ran your hands down his chest, nails grazing his abs until you reached his belt. the view of his deep stomach v disappearing into his slacks made your mouth water. before you could do away with it, tenya spun you around and unzipped your dress with a quickness. the emerald fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you in just your strapless bra and panties. he made a strangled noise in his throat, eyes blown behind his glasses.

“you're so beautiful,” he lifted you like you weighed nothing, dropping you onto the big hotel bed. as he unclasped your bra with one swift motion, his mouth latched onto one of your breasts, tongue swirling around your nipple while his hand squeezed the other.

“been thinking about this for nearly ten years,” he groaned, sucking a dark mark just under your ear. one of his hands slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing over your soaked panties. “this all for me?”

you whined, hips rolling into his touch. “tenya, please!”

he nearly moaned at the sound of his name leaving your lips. he dipped his head down and pulled your panties to the side. in an instant his mouth was on you, tongue dragging through your folds like he’d been dying for the taste. two thick fingers pushed inside you slow, curling just right, and you cried out, thighs clamping around his head. "oh, god… fuck!"

it didn't do much to deter him. getting annoyed with fabric in the way, he tears the thin lace with ease. you're too caught up in the stretch of his fingers to be upset about the ruined panties. with better access, his pace picked up until you came hard, back arching, fingers yanking at his hair.

tenya rose up, glasses fogged and askew, mouth shiny with you. he pulled them off, setting them on the nightstand and you swear you could cum again from the sight alone. you reached for his belt again, clumsy with need, and he helped you shove his pants down. his cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip. you instinctively clench around nothing.

he didn’t give you time to catch your breath. his big body caged you in as he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you reached between you, wrapping your hand around his thick cock and stroking him slowly. he made a noise into your mouth, hips twitching forward into your fist.

“need you,” you whined against his lips, guiding the head of his cock to your soaked entrance. “now, please!”

he pushed in with one steady thrust, stretching you open until he bottomed out. he was much, much bigger than you anticipated. the sound that left him was a cross between half groan, half curse. for a second he stayed still, forehead pressed to yours.

“i can't think,” he rasped, voice nothing like his usual tone. “you feel so good around me.”

his hips rolled deep and heavy at first, savoring every inch, but the longer he stayed buried inside you, the more his control slipped. soon he was fucking you harder, the bed creaking loudly with every thrust. wet skin slapped against wet skin. he drove into you again and again, one hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider while the other braced beside your head.

you were a mess beneath him with your hair wildly spread on the pillows, breasts bouncing with every snap of his lower half. tenya looked just as wrecked, muscles flexing as his pleasure built up. you cried out as he hit that perfect spot inside you with repetition. your nails dug into his back, legs locked tight around his waist as the pressure built fast and overwhelming.

“tenya, ngh—i’m gonna!”

“cum for me, pretty girl,” he bit out. “let me feel it.”

the praise mixed with the filthy wet sounds sent you over the edge quickly again. you saw stars as pleasure crashed through your body. his thrusts also begin to stutter.

“inside, do it inside,” you gasped, drunk on the high. tenya groaned loudly at the feeling and buried himself deep, hips jerking as he spilled into you.

the only sounds present after were your collective ragged breathing and the distant recpetion downstairs. tenya kept his cock right where he had it, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder and collarbone like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you.

eventually he lifted his head and a small, almost shy smile tugged at his lips despite how thoroughly he’d just fucked you.

“… i think we missed the cake cutting.” he deadpanned.

you break out into a fit of giggles. "it's okay, i think i tasted the flavor at least seven times. it's some overpriced red velvet, but 'chako liked it.” you shoot him a smirk. "plus, i think this was better than cake." he hummed in agreement. "definitely better than cake."

he rolls his hips once just to make you gasp again. “give me thirty minutes,” he said, nipping at your bottom lip, “and i'll show you how much i really mean that.”

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