miles

anyway ts contains; spooning position, dirty whispers, maybe graphic wording??, aggressive iida, aggressive sex(?), restraint(reader)

reader is gender neutral, for both men, women, and other identity folks

the moment tenya pulls you against him, there’s nothing soft about it.

his arm wraps around your waist in one strong, commanding sweep, dragging your back tight to his chest. the muscles in his thighs cage yours in place. his breath is already hot against your neck—too hot.

not gentle.

not measured.

already shaking with restraint.

“don’t— move yet,” he warns, voice low, breath ragged.

“i’m trying to..maintain control.”

you shift your hips back into him anyway.

tenya breaks.

his hand shoots to your hip, fingers digging in, and he growls—a sound he never makes.

“you have— no idea— what that does to me.”

he pushes into you from behind in one deep, claiming thrust that forces a sharp sound out of your throat. tenya curses under his breath, tightening his hold.

his forehead presses to the back of your neck, body tense and trembling.

“god— you take me so well—”

his voice is low, rough, almost strained.

he doesn’t ease in this time.

his hips slam into yours again — powerful, unrestrained, the headboard knocking the wall with every movement. his grip on your waist is possessive, bordering on desperate.

you gasp his name.

he snarls softly in your ear.

“again. say it again.”

you do.

and he thrusts harder.

tenya’s breath stutters. he’s losing rhythm—losing composure—but he refuses to slow down. his hand slides up your chest, pinning you back against him, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

his lips skim your jaw, voice shaking:

“you’re— ngh— mine to hold like this.”

he hooks one of his powerful legs between yours and forces your hips open wider, aligning you perfectly for another brutal thrust. you nearly choke on a sound you didn’t know you could make.

tenya’s answering moan is low and broken.

“you like it rough tonight?

then you stay here—”

his hand clamps down on your wrist and pulls your arm back, pinning it between your bodies.

“—and let me handle every damn movement.”

he snaps his hips forward again, faster now, pace relentless.

every thrust hits deeper.

every breath against your neck gets shakier.

every growl gets lower.

tenya loses the ability to speak in full sentences, voice dissolving into ragged praise between breaths:

“—too tight—

—feels so good—

—don’t run from it—

—i’ve got you—”

you clench around him—hard.

tenya collapses forward slightly with a strangled groan, his hips stuttering.

“oh— damn— don’t do that— not unless you want me to—”

he cuts himself off with another hard thrust, burying himself fully, body shaking.

“—i can’t— hold back if you do that again—”

you do it again.

tenya’s head jerks back with a gasp he didn’t see coming. he slams into you one last time, hard enough that his breath punches out of him, his fingers digging bruises into your hip.

his release hits him violently—hips twitching, breath breaking, a low moan torn from his throat against your skin.

he stays inside you, panting against your neck, arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

when he finally finds his voice, it’s hoarse..

“you’re going to be the end of me..”

a shaky kiss to your shoulder.

“and i’m not sure i mind.”

time skip! so he’s like 18-25 speaking, with a partner he’s just thinking about them

tenya iida lay on his bed, panting heavily as he gripped his own shaft. his blue hair was tousled from running his fingers through it, and his glasses were slightly askew on his face. his lean, toned body was glistening with a sheen of sweat, his abs clenching with each stroke.

he could feel the familiar tingle building in his core as he pumped his cock faster, his hips bucking up into his hand. the room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin.

tenya's mind was a haze of lust, his thoughts consumed with the image of his partner's body. he imagined their full, soft lips wrapped around his cock, their tongue swirling around the head. he pictured their hands roaming over his chest, tweaking his nipples just the way he liked.

with a low groan, tenya felt his orgasm approaching. he could feel the pressure building in his balls, his shaft throbbing with need. he gave himself over to the sensation, his hand moving faster and faster until he was gripping himself almost painfully tight.

"damn it," he gasped, his back arching off the bed as he came. thick ropes of cum splattered across his chest and stomach, some even reaching his chin. he continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks, drawing out his pleasure for as long as possible.

finally, he collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. he lay there for a moment, catching his breath and savoring the afterglow. he knew he would need to clean up soon, but for now, he just wanted to bask in the feeling of satisfaction.

i have a feeling i might write more than this honestly - might post my old work