#tenya fluff

Tenya Iida.

4th year, Senior in college majoring in International Business and minoring in Spanish at Angelwood College of Arts and Sciences.

The visual arts building had only been a few minutes away from the business side of campus, which he gladly enjoyed the walk. This spring all he needed to finish was two gen ed classes, the rest revolved around his major and minor. His counselor helped set up his ‘missing’ classes before winter break considering he had to fly back to Japan to see his family for the holidays. He was ecstatic to learn all he needed was an art class with lab and a communications class. 

When he asked what the class entailed, all he was met with was “beginner artists learning anatomy.” It didn’t sound difficult, just draw what you see. It would be nice to try something new anyway. He was not much of an artist but like all things Tenya does, he planned to give this class his all. The first week had been pretty easy, learning how to draw what you see with the use of models, shapes, and lines. Nothing too hard to follow. He would practice drawing his friends on the sketchpad he bought specifically for the class as a form of studying in the free time he had.

As time went on and the January snow grew less and less, it was time to start their first real project of the semester. One on One figure drawing. The class needed to fill out a form explaining their free hours due to the limited art space and everyone's different schedules. Tenya happily filled it out when it was posted, continuing to work on class work from the library so that the lecture room could also be used for said project.

Their professor had explained that in-person class would remain on Mondays and Thursdays. It just worked out better for the models and students to have so much space.

He neverminded it for the most part, excelling his knowledge in different countries in his free time to get better at his major. Sure they could teach you the technical way to do things, but in the end, everyone is still human. It would be inconsiderate to do business with a country and know little to nothing about their culture! It took almost two weeks for him to finally be able to even start the art project anyway.

He made the small walk over to the arts building for his last class of the day, a small shine in his glasses as he entered the white light of the room. The walls were anything but bare, artwork and unfinished projects sat in every corner of the room. Paint racks, canvases big and small, even stacks of unused clay. There was a stool sitting on a small platform in the middle of the room, assuming where the model will sit. 

He stood next to the stool for a moment, looking up at the grey February sky through the skylight. The natural lighting was great, almost like a spotlight. He adjusted the lights in the room a moment, dimming them slightly so the white light hadn’t been so harsh on his eyes. He headed over to a more organized table, setting out the art supplies how he liked. He knew he was early, but he wanted to make a good first impression. What’s better than being on time?

He pulled out his laptop, checking that the few assignments for today were done and submitted. A small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he hadn’t finished something completely, typing in the last few answers. He always double checked, technology was reliable.. When it wanted to be. He couldn’t hear the shuffle of slippers against the floor over his typing and frankly, loud thinking. 

He could see someone walk past in a teal robe representing the university's colors. Glancing up from the computer to give the model a proper hello, Tenya opens his mouth to speak but pauses. 

“Y/n?” He asked, almost in a whisper in case he was wrong. A small look of confusion caused him to tilt his head to the side slightly. He hadn’t been able to see you for awhile with such busy schedules, but he knew your silhouette by heart. 

You turn at the sound of your name, mid sliding off the slippers and fumbling with the gold silk of the belt. “Tenya?” You smile, asking as you turn to slide your shoes back on and quickly shuffle your way over to him. He felt his face burn red, frozen in place for a moment with his jaw slack. He stood as if needing to detach from the seat, smiling at your happy demeanor and your quickness to wrap your arms around him. 

“It is you! I know those shoulders from anywhere!” You beamed, feeling his hovering hands slowly place themselves on your back to return the hug. He was very hesitant, simply because you were only in a robe. You pull away, hands resting on your hips and giving him a big smile. “Now what are you doin’ taking a figure drawing class, Mister businessman?”

He let out a sheepish chuckle, “I needed an art credit, W-What are u doing here?” He never had any classes with you at Angelwood, A few honors classes and gym in highschool but other than that, nada. Throughout the course of growing up, your interests drove you to different classes. 

However, classes don't matter when your families are as close as yours and the Iida family. Shared Holidays, playdates, game nights.. It wasn’t like you were some stranger. You both always made time to hang out a few times during the year to catch up without the family just to give a real check on each other. It was his favorite, almost like a mini holiday to talk to you.

He loved spending time with you. You were smart, articulated and incredibly creative. You never took slack from anyone.. Even in middle school he can remember you being the one to stand up and say something when things weren’t right. You were headstrong and determined in anything that you did.. Art majors always get a lot of grief but you never let that deter you. And that was admirable in itself! ..And he had always thought you were so pretty. 

He felt like a kid again, heart feeling as if it’d beat out of his chest at the mere sight of you. It had been around Halloween the last time he saw you, and here it was. Almost Valentine's day.. Still as pretty and bright as he remembered. Your next hangout wasn't for another month or so, so it was nice to see you sooner than that.

“I'm your model, silly!” You head over to the stool, continuing to speak. “The art department asked if I’d help in modeling and I said yes! People were too scared to sign up for the most part. I’m surprised this is the class you picked. Did you want to learn how to draw people?” You slide your slippers off once more, untying the cute bow on your hip that held your robe shut. 

Suddenly the room was very hot and he couldn't breathe. Now his heart really WAS beating out of his chest. He quickly did a 180, shielding his eyes and removing his glasses for extra measure. “WHY– do yoU have.. nothing on underrrrneath?” He croaked, voice cracking as his tone raised slightly.

You tilt your head at such a question, the gears clicking a little later than they should have. “Figure drawing is um.. Nude drawing, Tenya. You didn't know that?” You slide the robe back on, giggling at the flustered man across from you. You could see his shoulders tense, shaking his head slowly.

Now how the fuck could he have missed that.

“I um.. No, I didn't. I thought that it was.. I don't know what I thought. My counselor picked it for me and I.. Most models we've used so far have.. had skin colored undergarments… On.” He let out a nervous laugh, keeping his glasses off. He turns around, cleaning them with the end of his shirt but refusing to look up at you. He needed to mentally prepare his brain to be professional in a situation like this. Not that he minded the glance, he just never thought this would be how..

You prop your feet onto the edge of the stool, interrupting his thought. You held your knees up to your chest so he couldn’t see anything but your bare legs. “Oh Ten, I’m sorry! I can ask someone else to-”

“No! I am perfectly.. capable. It's professional and I can be.. professional..” He put his glasses back on, hand refusing to be steady as he did so. He let out a shaky sigh, smiling at you and finally looking at you once more.

You let out a small laugh at the blush on his cheeks. He was so handsome, but to see him so flustered over little ol’ you? It made your week. “We can start slow, that might help.” you slide the robe down your shoulders, slowly putting your legs back down so he could see your robed torso once more. You stopped at the top of your breasts, letting your collarbone show. “Do you have any specific poses..?” You ask quietly, trying to hold back your amusement.

He sits down, red faced and completely flushed. A nude model.. jeez. From sleepovers to recess, studying together to graduating, and now almost graduating for the final time together. That's something you don’t get to have in every lifetime. But why do these thoughts keep coming back to him now? 

There was no way he could still have romantic feelings for you. He’d never put your friendship at risk like that!

..right?

“I um.. yeah, small.” He cleared his throat, “Could you um.. Could you stand slightly off of the um.. Almost like getting up?” He fumbled over his words, staring at the empty paper as if he could burn the quick image in his brain onto the page to get the embarrassment over with. He sighed once more, trying to focus as he began sketching circles and lines as a starter sketch of the pose he wanted.

“When you need to draw a certain part I'll move it, Sound fair?” You ask, resting one foot onto the stool and one onto the ground. Your hand gripped the seat as your butt sat on the edge, similar to when people do that supposedly hot thing where they throw their head back and pull some weird rope to have water get poured on them. 

It was second nature at this point for people to see you. Of course some of them were flustered and it was pretty awkward at first, but normally not to the point of stuttering and stammering. It wasn’t often that you saw Tenya fall apart, but this was way different. Especially considering you flashed him without warning. He was one of the most endearing people you had ever met, there was no way you would have done that without proper context.

He could only nod in response, not wanting to further make a fool of himself. Lightly tapping the pencil against the table, He looks up at you. “You can um.. re.. remove the top part, y/n..” It was hard to simply draw your arms and collarbone without including the robe, so you might as well rip the band-aid off and start with the top. 

You nod, dropping it happily and letting the robe pull around your hips and between your legs. You close your eyes, facing up toward the skylight in an attempt to make him less nervous. “Sorry for flashing you at first, I would have explained but I assumed you had already known..?” You laugh quietly to yourself at your own mistake. Why would someone like him even take this class if he knew what it actually entailed?

And God, did he feel like a pervert staring at your chest like this. The boner poking his thigh almost immediately didn't help, making it even harder to concentrate. Way to keep composure. He pressed his lips together for a moment before speaking. “I had no idea, I’m sorry for my r..reaction.” He answered, stopping the pencil tapping to actually begin sketching more than just circles and lines. He hadn’t meant to yell, but he felt like he was close to passing out. 

“I think it was a pretty valid one.” You send a reassuring smile his way, seeing him send you one right back. Trying to ease the mood, you look back up at the ceiling and close your eyes to avoid staring at the ugly overcast sky above you. “How was winter break? You get to go home and see your family? How are they?” 

His smile grew wider at your question, scooting under the desk a bit more so that you hopefully wouldn’t notice his body reacting. “They’re great, Tensei is getting married soon,” He sounded excited at the thought alone, incredibly proud of his brother. 

“And my mother has started a hobby making soap, if you can believe it. She sent me some to bring back one that smells like lavender and another that smells like oranges mixed with I believe she said papaya.? She made a coconut smelling one for you– I was going to give it to you the next time we saw each other,” 

The sound of his sketching stopped and started as he spoke, giving your body small glances as he tried to study each part of your upper torso. The way your stomach creased, The way your shoulder was slightly lifted causing your collarbone to be more prominent, the curve of your breasts.. “How was your Holiday, y/n?”

“No way, Tensei is getting married?!” You accidentally stop posing, fully facing him in genuine shock. The robe was still covering your lower half, you had tied the belt to avoid accidentally flashing him again but here we are. You watch his face become even more red, eyes very obviously not meeting yours but still like a deer in headlights. 

You quickly get back to posing how you were, “Sorry Ten, That's amazing!! I hope everything goes smoothly for him and his soon to be wife.. And tell your mommy I said thank you for thinking of me. I can't wait to try it!”

A smile stayed on your lips as you thought about the times you’ve spent in the Iida household. His mother always had the best candles and incense burning, you were positive the soap would be the same. “My family is up to the same old shit, you know them..” You let out a small groan, the holidays weren’t an absolute disaster, but after not being home so long makes you remember why you aren’t going to school anywhere near home. 

“I did get some cool stuff for Christmas though! I got some new clothes and they got me a few art kits. You know, where it teaches you how to crochet? I also have a new diamond painting kit, I haven't opened either yet because it's just been so busy.” You replied, tapping your fingers on the side of the stool where your hand sat. 

You look up once more, this time because the skylight was beginning to be covered in snow. You watched as it fell, thinking back to old times when you and Tenya would spend the last three major holidays with each other. You’d always make sure to trick or treat together, your families have been sharing Thanksgiving for as long as you can remember, and spending the night in your basement on Christmas eve to wait for Santa until you were both too old. Then instead of waiting for Santa, you’d all eat at least one meal together on Christmas day. Sometimes homemade breakfast, other times a small trip to IHOP or Waffle House.

“God damn it.. It’s snowing again..” You let out a small laugh, looking over at him over your shoulder, fingers still tapping away at the base of the stool. “Hey Ten, Do you remember when we used to have those big snowball fights? The one near Red Fern?” 

“Of course I do! You refused to wear any kind of gloves and my mother would make you at least put socks on your hands so you didn’t get frostbite!” The two of you shared a small laugh at the memories of being young and dumb.

“Gloves always made my hands too itchy! They still do– But I kicked your ass in snowball fights with gloves or not.” You retort, a smirk appearing on your face. “Ice queen y/n of everything.” You could remember the insane snowball fights the neighborhood kids would have every. time. It snowed. If there was enough to make a few snowballs, there was enough to start a war. Tenya was always on your team, but it never stopped you from throwing a few his way. The ‘winner’ was King or Queen of the hill and first to sled down, which often enough was you.

“Remember when you almost broke my glasses throwing one right at my face?” He snickered, watching your smirk turn into a small pouty frown. He knew you didn’t mean to, that same day you helped your mom make cookies for him and his family as an apology, even though he wasn’t upset to begin with. But you knew it could have broken his glasses and you would be devastated if you were the reason for it. You were a real sweetheart, even if you had a weird way of showing sometimes.

“Hey! You know that wasn’t on purpose, I felt really bad after! I even let you get me back!” Which was true, but he never aimed for your face. Always a spot on your fluffy coat, never your legs because you hated your pants being wet… and a face shot just felt wrong to him. 

“Yeah, Yeah. I remember that part too,” He smiled to himself. “Those were really good times.. I remember Tensei always bringing us hot chocolate and we’d sit on your porch and draw things in the snow..”

“Oh! And when we’d come back all wet and mom already had spare clothes in her hands because she didn’t want it on the carpet. We’d put on too big clothes just to sit and watch Christmas movies..” You missed those times. But they never really had to stop, you two could have a huge snowball fight after this if you wanted to and the snow stuck. Was he too grown for that? Would it even sound fun to him?

“Do you still watch A Year Without Santa Clause every year?” He asks, breaking your train of thought. You nodded quickly at his question, grinning like a maniac. “Of course I do! And I watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas, Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.. And sometimes Spongebob's Christmas Special. Do you still watch old Christmas cartoons?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t wanna ruin tradition.” He answered, pressing his lips together slightly as he stared down at the paper. You can tell he freezes a bit, the sound of his scribbling coming to a stop. He set the pencil down, rubbing the sweat of his hands onto his thighs.

 “You can um.. remOove-..” He quickly cleared his throat, “The rest.” He let out a disappointed sigh at his inability to keep composure. This wouldn't be half the problem it was if it was someone else modeling. But this is you we're talking about. 

“You sure? If you need a minute we can take a break, honey.” You gave him a sympathetic look, still smiling but this time more.. warm. The kind of smile someone gives to another when they genuinely care for them. Or love them for that matter. He adored it, it was the same smile you'd give him when saying he needs to take a break, the same smile you give him when the two of you out to get coffee and catch up. The same smile he's fallen for many, many times. 

But to tell you the truth? It’s driving him crazy. All of this. Was driving him crazy. No matter how hard he tried to be professional, he could stop his wandering mind. You were a goddess. What else was there to do besides take a break and hopefully release some steam in the bathroom or something. Completely inappropriate, but the pain from being hard for so long was starting to cloud the best judgment. 

He looks down at the sketch so far, then back to you as he rubbed his hand upward against his face. It pushed his glasses up, causing them to be crooked when going back down. “I um.. I think I do.. need a minute.” His voice died out as he watched you slide the robe back on, words failing him because couldn’t think completely straight.

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his eyes were indescribable whenever you apologised to him— no matter how big or small the mistake would be, clutching your hands in-front of you as you winked up at him cheekily.

“ah… sorry iida! I didn’t mean to.. uhm- wait- what am I apologising for again?” you giggled, pressing a finger to your chin as you swung on the balls of your feet.

he would merely sigh, eyes and brows softening in a rare tiredness. “you attempted to draw on sensei aizawas face when he was asleep.”

you jutted your bottom lip, the light gloss catching in the sun as you tilted your head cluelessly. “uh- so?..” you drawled on.

he rubbed the growing creases between his brows, staring down at you with squinted eyes.

“do you know what would’ve happened if he had woken up?” he nagged.

“—and saw you? inches away from his face holding a black marker?” he chopped his hand sharply.

you reached out, wrapping your gently hand over his— seizing the blurry movements. “relax iida.. nothing happened.. right?” you whispered, lips pursed.

“it was just a joke..I wasn’t gonna’ actually do anything!”

iida couldn’t focus on your half-hearted apology.

your hand was so much smaller than his.

significantly so.

soft skin dossed in scented hand cream, rubbing against his larger— calloused hand melding warmly with your supple one, fingers brushing his large knuckles ever so slightly.

his senses hyper aware of your every inch, your hair, uniform, the light tingle coming from your charm filled bag— the light fragrance drifting from your body into his pinched flushed nose.

iida stayed silent, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as his body remained painfully rigid. “..it’s-” he murmured, cheeks a light pink, “..it’s not appropriate to grab your classmates without permission.”

your eyes widened, quickly stepping away, causing his hand to fall loosely from your hold. “sorry wont happen again, see ‘ya iida!” you stepped backwards into a slow walk, a foreign warmth spreading through your neck.

his chest shuddered, watching your figure blur away into the crowd of bustling students— the warmth spreading through his blood.

even though your mistake count rivalled that of denki kamanari or mina ashido— the ‘scolding’ you received could barely fit the dictionary definition.

his chopping hand movements lessened, shoulders lowered, glasses always tilting off his sharp nose and how his voice never matched his correcting words and eyes softened in restrained understanding.

“sorry! I forgot we had homework..”

“oh?.. we have a.. test?”

“but these leg warmers are so cute ‘tenten?”

iida paused, spluttering incoherent blabbering. “..tenten?” he repeated, hand remaining stretched outwards and pointed at your decorated legs.

you pondered, tapping your bottom lip in wonder. “no good? sounds weird huh?..”

“you- well- I don’t-..” he gulped, normally relaxed eyes nervously darting all over your amused face. the class stilted at their class presidents unusual stutter, everything iida spoke and touched was precise— words carefully thought out and spoken eloquently.

he straightened up, “just, please, take off the leg warmers.”

“save them for outside of school hours.”

you sighed, toying with your bag strap. “I cant.. it’ll ruin my outfit.” you sulked.

a beat passed, the rest of the class watching with anticipated stares. “fine.. just— you’re lucky i like you.”

silence.

“wait! as a peer— fellow classmate! aspiring hero!”

sero chuffed from his desk, “did our class president just confess?” he smirked lazily, leaning back in his char. “who woulda’ guessed.”

“aspiring hero?” mina rubbed her chin, “that’s so lame.”

“right?!” denki grinned, “what a bad recovery dude.”

your bag slipped from your shoulder, heat pooling in your chest as your lashes fluttered bashfully— intimate balmy rays from the late afternoon sun glistening through the large classroom window carved iidas sharp, reddened cheeks.

he shuffled with his tie, eyes flickering to your face then back to the floor.

“you.. like.. me?”

iidas hands were stiff by his side, gulping down the crack in his throat. “I suppose, yes, I do.”

he shuffled, sleek black shoes squeaking against the floor— a strained cough bubbling up. “well?”

your lips parted softly, a breathless whisper leaving your lips. “yes.”

he raised a brow, “yes?”

“yeah, I like you too.”

iidas eyes widened, pupils dilating as he stared down at you with unbeknownst devotion. “yeah?”

you nodded, his hoarse voice sounding reverently in your ears. “yeah.”

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“mama, what was you and papa’s wedding like?” your three-year-old, tengen’s voice echoed throughout your luxurious home that you and tenya bought shortly after marrying, a home you returned to after your honeymoon.

“it was a lovely, traditional, wedding.“ you bent down to accommodate his short stature. “why do you ask?” you smiled warmly at the navy haired boy— a carbon copy of his dad with the personality of his uncle.

“well ‘cus…’cus i wasn’t there!” he whined, crossing his arms and stomping his foot down— tengen was always inquiring about you and tenya’s lives before he came along, a curious child he was.

you giggled at the incoming temper tantrum at seemingly nothing. “when papa comes home we can look at the recordings and photos, hm?” you spoke in a soft tone, juxtaposing tengen’s.

his arms uncrossed and his brows un-furrowed. “okay!” he held out his arms as you picked him up, taking him to the couch and sitting next to him, reading the chapter of charlottes web that you two were currently reading together.

shortly after, tenya came home— you two met him at the door with tengen on your hip. “my two favorite people.” he took tengen off your hands and pressed an intimate kiss to your cheek, his hand wrapping around your waist and squeezing lovingly.

“how was work?” you asked softly, your hand on his chest— leaning into the curves of his neck. you smiled, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; tenya’s hand slid up your torso before going back down after realizing his son was watching.

before tenya could answer, tengen jumped in. “papa you’re stinky!” tenya chuckled heartily, accompanying a giggle from you. tenya’s arm wrapped more around you and pulled you closer than you thought was possible.

“i guess me and mama will have to take a shower… together… to save water, of course.” he grinned softly at his wife and son, feigning innocence within his intent.

“ahh… right. tengen— go to uncle tensei.” tensei lived on your property, having a separate little home a couple feet away from yours. he was sort of a live-in babysitter for when you and tenya needed alone time, and tensei loved his domestic job— a stark contrast from being a pro-hero so many years ago.

tengen struggled out of his father’s arms and ran to your backyard, pressing out of the doors and running to the small cottage at the back of your property. tenya quickly took off pieces of his armor, leaving him in his dark navy bodysuit.

as soon as you two saw tensei open the door and welcome tengen into the house, tenya grabbed you, pressing your body into his and vice versa— soft yet intense. his muscular and slightly veiny arms wrapped around your waist, his hands splayed across your back; all five fingers spread to get as much reach as possible. his legs bent to pick you up, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist. his neck bent to press his head into the crevice of your neck, inhaling your scent. “‘missed you.”

your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, your fingertips touching his muscular back— turning your hands to feel him. “ah, really? ‘couldn’t tell.” you giggled softly, your own face turning into his neck— not all-encompassing like his was, but softly pressed against it.

he nodded slowly and without another word, took you up the stairs to your bedroom— he didn’t even need to look up, he knew the mansion by heart after five years of living here.

he dropped you on your back on the large, california-king sized bed, his torso still in-between your legs even after they fell softly from his waist. his hands moved swiftly from your back to your thighs. “not a day goes by that i don’t yearn for your presence when i’m at work, my love.” he leaned down and pressed soft yet needy kisses down your body, starting at your forehead making stops to your cheek, neck, collarbones, chest, ribs, stomach, sternum, thighs, knees, claves, and stopping at your feet.

“how poetic, i’ll start the shower—“ you began to get up but both of tenya’s massive arms stopped you, caging you in.

“no— no your not moving. i’ll start it; you don’t lift a finger.” he moved to your massive bathroom and started the shower that was extremely fancy— it even had a bench. tenya ran back to you after turning it on and switching it to the setting you liked, even if it was particularly hot for his liking.

he settled back in between you and started to peel your clothes off. his need wasn’t filled with lust or anything of the sorts, but rather a need for skin-to-skin contact with you— filled with getting one step closer to seeing you in your most natural form, to pamper and take care of you. he didn’t see your imperfections as flaws, but rather simply features that made you you.

once all your clothings were off, he took off his own body suit and pressed his body against yours, engulfing you in a sensual hug. “you’re squishing me!” you muffled from under his pounds of muscle. he chuckled heartily and carried you into the shower.

as you both began to wash each other, you remembered the interaction with tengen earlier the same day. “oh, i almost forgot. tengen would like to see our wedding album.” he hummed in response— his eyes were closed in content while you washed his hair; him sitting on the shower floor and you sitting on the bench as you rubbed shampoo into his scalp.

“really? it would be nice to show him.” he got up and started rinsing his navy blue head. “you looked beautiful that day. i’ve been meaning to look back on it, happiest day of my life.” you smiled and hummed in agreement— your husband absolutely adored you.

he kneeled down in front of you, taking a handful of your favorite body scrub and rubbing it on your skin, slowly exfoliating it while your hands rested on his shoulders. “mine too.” you smiled warmly down at him, his loving eyes staring into yours. “he said because he wasn’t there and he’s jealous.” you giggled softly while he continued exfoliating your skin.

“ah, really?” you nodded and his smiled mirrored yours. “we can show him during bedtime, then.”

you both finished washing thoroughly, you even included a massage for him because today was particularly hard for him. some villain was being extra difficult— even for pro-hero ingenium.

you got into your pajamas which matched each other— he loved it when you wore navy blue or matched him… so when you did both with the silk pajamas you had bought for the both of you, he got nine more pairs.

you thanked tensei for his babysitting, slipping him a twenty thousand note behind tengens back— he thinks of tensei as his best friend and wouldn’t take kindly to his parents paying for his best friend to ‘hang out’ with him.

all three of you sat in his uravity themed bed— you sat on tenya’s lap while tengen sat in yours. you pulled out your thick wedding album, adorned with lace, pearls, and various other white accents. “it looks very fancy.” tengen mumbled, taking the heavy book into his hands while tenya and you supported the weight tengen couldn’t. “lots of photos.”

you ruffled his hair playfully. “we wanted to capture the memory.” you flipped it open for him, opening the book at last.

the first couple pages were photographs of you and your bridal party getting ready. your hair was styled beautifully in your favorite style, makeup done in your desired way, your shoes, jewelry, and dress before it was put on photographed nicely. tengen run his finger across a picture of you getting your makeup done. “you look so beautiful mama!” his finger ran across the page to find one of your bridesmaids, his favorite hero— “uravity!” your son was a uravity fanboy and boy were you proud.

the next few pages were tenya and his groomsmen getting ready. you began to feel a blush spreading across your face. even after these years of knowing him, you still felt weak in the knees seeing him in formal wear… or at all. his perfectly ironed suit, his neatly groomed hair, all of it you absolutely adored— sometimes you revisited these pictures when you missed him during work trips.

after that were general details. the empty venue before everyone filled it, the rings, invitations, general decoration. tengen lingered on these pages, taking it all in and imagining himself running around the place.

then were shots of guests, friends and family alike. tengen recognized some of his favorite pro-heroes and some of his favorite family members.

various photoshoots, shots of the vows, the first kiss… tenya kept a close eye on the clock. “it’s bedtime, tengen. we’ve gone through it all.” he notified.

tengen whined. “noooo! there’s still more left!” truth was, he was right. there was still more, and his tiny hand dared to flip the pages once more.

“uh— um.” tenya got flusted, not able to provide an explanation. your smile fell as you realized what he was referring to.

“i— those are just empty pages we didn’t fill! and some test shots that didn’t end up well… yeah.” you took the book from tengen’s hands and slammed it shut, handing it seamlessly to tenya who hid it behind him.

“oh. okay. get outta my bed i’m tryna go to sleep!” he tried to push his parents out of his bed and tenya and you went along with it, babbling about how strong he was while you two snuck out with the book, hoping tengen would never bring up the extra pages.

“that was a close call…” tenya handed the book back to you which you held close to your chest. “mm. that was a good night though.” he smiled thinking about the first night after you two had married. the pages in the back you hadn’t let tengen see were full of photographs of you… consummating your marriage.

you smiled, turning to him. “oh really? wanna recreate it?” you teased. you didn’t expect him to get so excited, though; he took you in his arms, ironically, bridal style— and ran as quick as he could without waking tengen to your bedroom.

as soon as you got there, he gently threw you onto the bed; kissing down your body once again like earlier, but with a hunger in his lips now; mixed with soft intimacy and sensuality.

he crawled onto the bed and in turn crawled onto you, your legs wrapping around his waist— his bulge pressed against your inner thigh. “f— fuck— you have no idea how you make me feel.” he ripped your underwear down, starting to mark your collarbone with a love-bite that he loved leaving on you. “how much i just want to take you— anywhere and everywhere, how much self control to see you doing anything?” he pressed on with his muffled rhetorical questions.

he shoved his pants down— usually he would make you come at least thrice before even going inside, but he had a fervor filled with hunger tonight. he lined himself up with you and slammed himself inside, his lips not breaking from your chest during this. he reached under your silky navy blue nightgown and fondled you breasts softly, gathering them as leverage so he didn’t overwhelm you by putting all his force into ramming into you. sure, tenya could be a little rough sometimes; but it was all out of a desperate need to love you.

your hand was tangled into his hair, which stuck to his sweaty forehead, where his glasses were fogged and pushed up against.

he moved his hands to your hips, lifting you up to have complete leverage on the way your body bounced on his dick. he pressed you against him, pulling away from the bruise he made, and looking you in the eye. you were completely breathless— even after five years of bring married, the way he fucked you took your breath away.

he smiled at the way you look: your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, your mouth open and breathy, your eyes filled with complete pleasure as he kept a steady pace inside you.

“mmph—“ you moaned. “wanna give tengen a little sibling?” you managed to whimper out, just to egg him on— this was his weakness. that and… you in general.

he pulled out completely— putting you on the bed on your stomach and laying himself on top of you, pushing back in and squishing you with his body weight; caging you in with his muscled arms.

“s— shit. you just want me to be all rough, don’t you?” tenya was a complete angel, would never hurt you on purpose. physically or emotionally— however, he tended to get quite rough in bed… and you loved it. encouraged it, even. he rutted into you at an insane pace and you began to get a bit loud. he slapped a hand over your mouth and leaned into your ear— “shh… shh. baby. ‘don’t wanna wake up tengen. hell, with how loud you are, you’d probably alert tensei.” he subtly teased.

you were too blissed out to even process his words, so you just mindlessly nodded along. “you my good girl, hm? right?” you nodded once again while you whimpered into his hand.

his head dipped into your neck, grunting softly as he came. he stayed inside you for a couple long moments, his hand fell from your face as spurts of cum pressed further into you. “i love you. you came, correct?” you nodded, all fucked out. in fact— you came probably five times.

he begrudgingly pulled out and quickly grabbed a towel from under your bed— stashed for exactly these moments, as they happened quite a bit— and started to clean you up. “‘love you too.” you mumbled, your eyes closed, sleepily.

he cleaned you off and then started to clean himself. after doing so, he climbed in bed and cuddled on top of you— he loved laying on top of you, while still ensuring you could breath. he didn’t bother putting his pants back on, and simply kissed your cheek— upon realizing you were already asleep, he dozed off himself.

it would seem intense to anyone else— but for you two, this was any other night… maybe a little less intense.