Tenya has you with your legs spread wide, his large hands firmly anchored on your hips to keep you in place. His fingers dig into your flesh with just enough force for you to feel his control.
His tongue explores every inch of your pussy with an almost desperate hunger. He licks your entire soaked slit with a slow, heavy stroke, then turns sharp and insistent, swirling rapidly around your swollen, hypersensitive clit before diving deep inside you, probing your inner walls.
“Tenya… I feel like I have to pee!” you suddenly blurt out in a trembling, panicked voice, your body wracked with shivers.
Tenya growls against your hot, wet flesh without stopping for even a second. The vibrations of his deep voice travel straight to your clit.
“Mhh… let it go, it’s a good sign,” he murmurs against you, his mouth full of your taste.
“Are you sure?? I really have to go, Tenya!” you moan, almost whining, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. A burning pressure building relentlessly in your lower belly.
He lifts his head slightly, chin and lips glistening with your juices, and thrusts two thick, long fingers into you in one go. He immediately curls them to massage your g-spot with perfect precision.
“I saw in a video that when that urgent need hits… it means you’re about to squirt,” he explains in his serious voice, even though his eyes are burning with pure lust behind his slightly fogged-up glasses.
You can’t help but let out a weak laugh despite your state, breathless. “You watch videos like that?”
“That’s not the point! Focus,” he replies in a firm tone, almost an order, before diving back between your legs with even more fervor.
His tongue attacks your clit with fast, circular movements while his thick fingers continue mercilessly massaging your G-spot. The pressure in your lower belly becomes enormous, burning, almost painful.
You writhe violently on the bed, grinding your soaked pussy against his face, your hips moving uncontrollably. “Ten-! Ahh ugh! It’s too much! I’m gonna… imgonna-”
Your orgasm hits you like a violent tidal wave. Your entire body tenses, your thighs clamping around Tenya’s head like a vice as a long, high-pitched cry escapes your throat. A powerful clear jet bursts out of you in several intense, successive waves.
You squirt abundantly, soaking his face, his chin, and a large part of the sheets under your ass. The pleasure is so strong that your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and your body is shaken by uncontrollable spasms for long seconds, wave after wave.
When the final tremors finally subside, you lie there completely breathless, body limp, trembling, and hypersensitive.
You look down and see the extent of the mess: the sheets are completely soaked beneath you. An intense wave of embarrassment immediately washes over you.
“Oh no… I soaked the sheets…” you murmur, red with shame, hiding your face in your hands.
But when you peek through your fingers, you see Tenya. His face is covered in your glistening juices. He looks… satisfied. Almost proud. His eyes shine with a possessive and admiring glint. You can’t help but burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.
Tenya lifts his head and laughs softly with you, a warm, rare laugh that vibrates through his chest. He slowly crawls back up your body, towering over you with his imposing, athletic frame. He kisses you tenderly, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste your own sweet-salty flavor.
“You’re so beautiful when you squirt like that,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be embarrassed. I personally loved every second of it.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you better. In one smooth motion, he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off, revealing his muscular, perfectly sculpted chest glistening with your squirt from years of training.
Your gaze drifts lower… and you immediately notice the massive bulge straining violently against his pants. His dick is visibly rock hard, almost painfully so against the fabric. A large wet patch spreads across the front of his gray pants, betraying just how turned on he got from your orgasm and squirt.
You bite your lip, both embarrassed and terribly aroused by the sight. Tenya follows your gaze and smiles, a little embarrassed himself, but mostly proud and full of desire.
“See what you do to me?” he says, slowly running a hand over his cock through the fabric. “I’m completely soaked because of you.”
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you again, his gaze burning behind his glasses. “And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
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It was nearly midnight when Tenya Iida’s door creaked open.
He blinked in disbelief, hand still on the knob, gaze flickering rapidly between the digital clock on his nightstand—11:58 p.m.—and the sight standing right in front of him.
You. Wearing nothing but fuzzy slippers, a pair of cotton shorts that barely clung to the tops of your thighs, and an oversized t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder. You looked sleepy, cozy, soft—utterly dangerous.
“Hi” you whispered, smiling up at him with that innocent tilt of your head.
Tenya’s eyes widened. His mouth opened, then closed. He glanced down the hallway—left, right, even toward the security camera near the ceiling—like you’d brought a bomb to his front door instead of yourself.
“D-Do you have any idea what time it is?” he stammered. “This is entirely inappropriate. If someone were to see—if a teacher or even a classmate—”
“No one’s around,” you interrupted calmly, stepping closer. “And we don’t have class tomorrow.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that this is a direct violation of—of the student handbook! Visitors aren’t allowed after curfew and—” You placed a gentle hand on his chest. “Tenya,” you said, quietly, “it’s just one night.”
His mouth trembled around a protest, but your hand curled around his wrist and you stepped inside his room before he could finish. He backed up, heartbeat hammering in his chest like he’d just broken the law. You shut the door softly behind you.
Walking toward his bed. “I just wanna sleep next to my boyfriend.” He stood frozen in the middle of the room, face flushed, glasses fogged. His striped pajamas clung to his long frame—the shirt buttoned all the way up to his collarbone. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides as you climbed into his bed like it was yours.
He joined you after a long pause, his movements stiff and unsure. He laid flat on his back, staring at the ceiling like he was trying to recite the U.A. rulebook in his head to stop thinking about the warmth of your thigh brushing his.
You turned on your side, propping yourself up on one elbow as your eyes wandered to the way the soft cotton of his pajama shirt pulled over his broad chest. Slowly, you swung a leg over his waist and straddled him.
He went still.
“W-What are you doing?” His voice cracked. “Th-this is not proper. This—”
“It’s just so hot in here,” you said softly, tracing your fingers along the edge of his shirt. “Aren’t you hot, Iida baby?”
His hips jerked slightly—barely noticeable, but it was enough.
Your fingers dipped down, slowly undoing the first button of his shirt. He swallowed hard.
“sorta—please, you shouldn’t…”
Another button undone. His chest began to show—hard lines of muscle, smooth skin, warmth rising under your touch.
“Please…” he whispered again, but it was weak now, breathy.
You unbuttoned another. Then another. The shirt parted, revealing the full expanse of his toned torso—taut abs, the curve of his obliques, that perfect divot leading down beneath the waistband of his pajama pants.
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone, then down the center of his chest. His hands clutched the sheets at his sides, his head tipping back into the pillow.
“Y-You have to stop,” he whispered.
But his hips bucked up into you. His cock was already hard beneath you—thick, twitching beneath the fabric, pressing against your core through your shorts.
“it doesn’t feel like you want me to stop tenya”
You rolled your hips down gently, letting the friction spark between your bodies. He gasped.
“You’re already so hard,” you murmured. “I thought this was inappropriate”
He groaned, face flushed red to the tips of his ears. “I-I can’t… I can’t think straight when you—”
“Then stop thinking,” you whispered against his neck. “Just feel.”
His hands finally rose—slow, trembling—and landed on your hips. His grip was firm. Desperate.
His hands stayed on your hips, trembling slightly as you rocked against him. You could feel him now—really feel him. Hard, hot, twitching beneath you, straining against the thin fabric of his pajama pants.
His chest heaved with every shallow breath. His eyes met yours—wide, pleading, conflicted.
“I-I should stop you.” he whispered.
“You don’t want to.”
He exhaled, shaky and soft. “No,” he admitted. “I don’t.”
You kissed him.
He gasped into your mouth like he’d never been kissed like that before—like he hadn’t let himself want it until now. Your lips moved slowly over his, guiding him, coaxing his control apart with every brush and tug. And when you ground your hips down again, he groaned into your mouth—loudly, head tipping back into the pillow, breath completely stolen.
You pulled back just enough to murmur, “Can I take this off you?” He nodded—quick, breathless.
You pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, finally exposing all of him. He was beautiful—broad chest, sculpted abs, and strong arms you’d only imagined holding you like this. Your fingers slid over the planes of his torso, and you felt the way his muscles tensed under your touch, like he was barely holding himself back.
Then your hands moved lower. Over his waistband. Beneath the hem. slipped your hand into his pants and wrapped your fingers around him.
He was big—thick and flushed and so painfully hard it made him whimper when you stroked him for the first time. His hips bucked up again, completely unintentional, and his head fell back against the pillow with a deep groan.
“Oh my god—” His voice cracked. “I-It feels… I don’t even have words—”
“Good?” you teased softly, brushing your thumb over the leaking tip. He nodded furiously, mouth falling open.
You leaned down and kissed down his chest again as you stroked him—slow, steady, watching how quickly he unraveled beneath you. His hips had a mind of their own now, chasing your hand, desperate for more friction. His hands gripped your thighs like a lifeline.
“Iida,” you whispered against his neck, “you’re so sensitive. You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?”
You could still feel him twitching against your palm, his breath shaky and uneven beneath you. His face was flushed, chest rising and falling in soft, stunned waves. You started to lean down to kiss him again—but then Tenya surprised you.
He grabbed your hips suddenly, strong and sure, and flipped you onto your stomach in one smooth motion. You let out a surprised gasp as you landed on your elbows, your shorts riding up to expose the curve of your ass.
“Tenya—?”
He didn’t answer.
His hands slid over your hips like he was memorizing them. His breath was ragged behind you as he pushed your oversized shirt up your back, exposing the soft skin beneath. You looked over your shoulder at him—he’d taken his glasses off, hair slightly messy now, the pajama shirt tossed to the floor.
His eyes were dark now. Heavy-lidded. Starving. “W-We shouldn’t,” he whispered, voice breaking. “We’ve never…”
“But you want to,” you said softly.
His hands gripped tighter. His thumbs dug into the flesh of your hips as he groaned, so low it barely escaped his throat. “I want to,” he admitted, his voice strained, “so badly, I can’t wait anymore.”
He tugged your shorts down slowly—pausing when they reached your thighs, like he was giving you one last chance to stop him.
You didn’t.
So he pushed them down fully, his palm sliding over your bare ass. He let out a shuddering breath. “You’re… perfect.”
You smiled into the pillow. “Then do something about it, Tenya—show me how perfect I am to you.”
That broke something in him.
You heard the rustle of fabric behind you—his pants being shoved down just a little more. The thick, hard press of him against your entrance, rubbing along your folds. He wasn’t inside yet, just teasing. Coating himself in your slick.
You whimpered and pushed your hips back. “Please, baby…” Tenya exhaled hard through his nose, leaning over your back and whispering near your ear, “You have to be quiet.”
“I will,” you promised, already trembling with need. “Please, fuck me I need you.”
And then he pushed in. You bit into the pillow as he filled you—slow, careful, but so deep. He gasped behind you, like your body had knocked the air right out of his lungs.
“F-Fuck,” he whispered, and the curse in his mouth sounded forbidden. “You feel… oh god, you feel amazing…”
He stayed still for a moment, trembling, holding your hips like if he let go he might fall apart completely.
Then he started to move. Slow at first—controlled, deep thrusts that made you moan against the sheets. His grip was bruising, his breath hot against your back. He groaned every time he pushed in, fighting the urge to get rougher.
But your hips kept meeting him. Rolling back. Begging for more.
“Stop doing that,” he rasped.
“Doing what?” you asked innocently.
“Pushing back like that. I can’t— I can’t keep it quiet if—”
You did it again. And that was it.
His hand slid up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch your spine for him. His hips snapped forward faster, harder—deep and filthy. The sound of skin against skin filled the room in soft, rhythmic slaps, and even though you were trying to stay quiet, little gasps and whimpers kept slipping out of your mouth.
Tenya leaned forward, chest against your back, lips brushing your ear. “Be quiet,” he whispered. “You’re going to get us caught.”
But the way he fucked you said something else entirely.
“I-i can’t when your dick is literally h-hitting my fuc-fucking organs”
His hand reached down and rubbed slow circles over your clit, and your whole body tensed. “Tenya—!” He groaned, biting down softly on your shoulder to muffle his own moan as you clenched around him.
“Come for me,” he begged. “Please—please let me feel you—”
You came with a soft, broken cry, your body shaking beneath him. Your thighs trembled, your back arched, and Tenya’s pace turned sloppy, frantic. His hands gripped your hips like he was anchoring himself, and with one last, deep thrust, he came inside you—his whole body shuddering with the force of it.
He collapsed gently over your back, breathing hard, lips brushing your skin as he whispered your name like a prayer.
For a long moment, the room was nothing but silence and the hum of your heartbeats, tangled together in a mess of sweat and soft gasps.
“…This was so against the rules,” he whispered.
You smiled into the pillow. “And you loved every second.”
He let out a shaky laugh. “I think I might love you.”
“This is so- so improper of me, I apologise-“ he says, yet his fingers are still gripping desperately at your hips under the water as the bubbles cloud your pelvis from above.
“It’s okay, Tenya. I want you to.” His cock is buried in you to the hilt, stupid Hawaiian patterned swimming trunks yanked down at the front. It mirrors the way your patterned bikini bottoms have been slid to the side for easy access, tits still enclosed in the top.
The warm water makes it easier to move- the bubbles add a nice sensation to your thighs as they help you move up and down on his dick. His glasses are long since abandoned to balance precariously on the side of the hot tub in your back garden you insisted was a worthwhile purchase.
“Think about it, Tenya- you’ll be able to unwind after a long day!” You’d said. He almost laughs at the recollection until he remembers where he is- in his back garden, at night, hips fucking up inside his wife. The rational part of his brain he usually submits to whinges on about chlorine imbalances and pH levels, and the risk of slipping, but he shoves it down and continues to pound into you with the strength he’s built from years upon years of training.
You slip just a little, knees squeaking in the heated water as you grab Tenya’s shoulders to steady yourself. “Oops- sorry, um, I guess I should watch my balan- oh!”
You gasp, because as soon as he sees you falter above him his hands clamp onto your waist. He buries his damp face into the dip of your shoulder and groans. You bring a hand to stroke through his wet hair, and he starts to move you on his own accord- to bounce you up and down on his thickening cock, fingers deepening their protective grip on your body.
Water sloshes at the sides of the tub and flow over, splashing onto the patio tiles and forming puddles in the hydrangea-filled flower beds Tenya spends his days off tending to. He’d usually prattle on about the chlorine affecting the acidity of the soil, but right now he’s so far gone he couldn’t care less if your whole garden was flooded.
You’re sure there’s strings of your slick floating about in the water, mixing with the bubbles. Your skin glows in the light provided by the LED’s embedded in the hot tub, Tenya thinks you look ethereal all the time, but especially like this; smudgy charcoal mascara pooling at your lashes, perfectly soft tits almost spilling out of your bikini top, and water beading all over your exposed and hot skin.
He holds you tight, wrapping his strong biceps around your heaving body when you cum. Water splashes up your sides as you squeeze tightly around him, plush walls gripping his probing tip as it spurts out rope after rope of eager cum.
It paints your insides white, and you’re fully prepared to sit on top of him while it leaks out of you- until your husband is using two strong arms to hoist you onto the side of the hot tub in a panic. It startles you, jolts your wobbly limbs uneasily.
“Jesus, Tenya!- you okay? What happened?”
“Chlorine imbalance- need- fix tomorrow-“ he pants.
You laugh and pull him flush to your chest.
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a/n: he’s so hot I’m crying I have to attend a 5 hour zoom call for law experience today and it’s really impractical because I kind of have a whole history essay to do
I think pro hero Iida would be all messed up and not put together while having sex.
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“fuck…- excuse.. m-my language..” hearing Iida curse was very rare. like very rare. he was usually calm and collected, but not when you were atop him, riding him slow and steady. his hands gripping your hips, as he helped guide you up and down. hair stuck to his forehead, bottom lip red and swollen, and face flushed. moving a hand from your hip to your chest. fingers softly squeezing your soft bud. “you’re so.. beautiful.” he sighed out before wincing as he felt the reaction from you squeezing around him from his compliment. “do you.. like.. that?” he asked carefully, wanting to know if that reaction was a good thing or not. you nod and softly sigh as you place your hands on his chest. your nails gently dragging across his skin, leaving red marks as you feel yourself getting closer. you can tell Iida is getting closer as well as his thighs tense up and his lower stomach tightens. “I’m.. very close.. to reaching my.. limit-..” he said in a cute but sad attempt to keep up his formal tone. a few more bounces before Iida lets out a broken string of moans. shooting thick white ropes of cum up into you. head fallen back against the pillows as he huff and sighs. “I’m so sorry, dear.” he apologized sweetly as he ran a hand down your arm. “let me help clean you up.”
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did this in like.. an hour. (I kinda wanna write something gay. but sapphic type. idk. 🤷🏾♀️)
mha! bakugou, tenya and shoto as a girl-dad!; this wasn't a request but I am so obsessed with this idea! Also kind of based on this song- her by JVKE ft. ZVC!
☆ Bakugou
Absolutely swore he’d “never go soft” — then his daughter wraps her tiny hand around his finger and he’s DONE.
He calls her “brat” or “gremlin,” but the tone is so gentle it ruins his entire reputation.
Overprotective to an unreasonable degree. Side-eyes anyone who looks at her too long.
Knows exactly how to braid hair. Refuses to explain how he learned.
Explodes (literally and emotionally) if someone makes her cry.
She’s the only person allowed to interrupt his training.
Buys her the loudest, flashiest toys because “quiet toys are boring.” (You chew him out immediately after that-)
Lets her paint his nails — complains the whole time, keeps them on for days (claims it suits him)
Softens his language around her… mostly. You made him promise he wouldn’t swear around her. Still slips up and then panics.
Carries her on his shoulders everywhere like it’s his personal mission. Your entire phone gallery consists of this-
Teaches her confidence early: “You don’t let anyone talk down to you. Ever. Because they are all extras-” “Katsuki!”
Cries silently at school events. Denies it aggressively.
Proudly shows off her drawings like they’re priceless art.
Sleeps terribly if she’s sick — refuses to leave her side. Even in the middle of the night, you'd see him sitting by her bed, holding her hand and silently looking at her face as he wishes he could take away the pain..
Would fight the world for her without hesitation… and she knows it.
☆ Tenya
The most *prepared* father to ever exist. Color-coded schedules. Emergency kits. The works.
Reads parenting books religiously — highlights and annotates them. (“Tenya…Are those sticky- notes with the developmental milestones-” “We need to prepare!”)
Talks to her like a tiny adult and is genuinely shocked when she understands (not as shocked as you though)
Encourages manners but never forces them — leads by example.
Absolutely melts when she hugs his leg. (“TAKE A PICTURE-”)
Is the designated “school volunteer dad” and takes it VERY seriously.
Lets her decorate his glasses with stickers (yes, even in public).
Teaches her how to safely run and stretch properly. Has proud dad moments everytime.
Gets flustered when she says “I love you” out of nowhere. Rushes to tell you.
Always kneels to her eye level when she’s upset.
Makes homemade lunches with little notes inside.
Apologizes if he ever raises his voice — immediately. He is only human but he always makes sure she knows it's not her fault and that he still loves her.
Keeps every single drawing she’s ever made.
Encourages her dreams wholeheartedly, no matter how wild.
She grows up knowing she is loved, heard, and deeply cherished.
☆ Shoto
Quiet, gentle father who shows love through actions.
He vowed to never be like his own father and would let her be anything she'd want to be in life.
Lets her nap on his chest or shoulder— stays perfectly still even if his arm goes numb.
Learns to cook her favorite foods and makes them perfectly every time.
Speaks softly to her, like the world is calmer around them. It's so quiet with both of them so alike at times-
Uses his quirk to make silly ice animals just to make her laugh.
Struggles with expressing emotions, but tries every day for her.
Watches her sleep sometimes just to reassure himself she’s safe.
Is incredibly patient — never rushes her. Even if she's being indecisive, insecure or angry- he's always there for her .
Reads bedtime stories in a low, soothing voice.
She helps him understand love in a way he never did before.
Gets emotional at milestones but hides it poorly. Ends up crying with a stoic face at every school event-
Teaches her that it’s okay to feel deeply.
Always holds her hand in public.
Lets her choose his outfits sometimes They are… questionable. He still wears them.
Loves her quietly, fiercely, and forever — the safest place she’ll ever know.
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Saw ur horny third year katsuki post and my mind rannn to iida, he’d be sooo scared to get caught, but like in the “too horny to care way.” Like come on, all that pressure from being class prez, he’s gotta stress relieve somehow.
Anyway u should write this bc ily 😛
Horny 3rd Year Iida
nsfw
Iida who’s terrified of getting caught. Terrified. His reputation would be absolutely ruined. What would your classmates think of him if they knew what he was doing? Especially when this was something he’d very openly condemned. He was a hypocrite, sure. But right now? He just couldn’t find it in himself to care.
Iida who tried to hold back his moans, he really did. But this was just way too much. How was he supposed to keep quiet when you rode him so fucking well. How could he when you’d grind your hips into his, when his cock was so deep inside of your warm wet walls. There was no doubt his lips would be red and swollen by the end of this, especially with the way he’d been biting down on them; in a very sad attempt at keeping himself quiet.
Iida who was so conflicted when it came to wearing his glasses, on one hand they’d continuously slide down his nose, with every thrust he made, but he NEEDED to see you. The look on your face as he hit that spot just right, the fucked out faces you made when he just kept going; he needed to see the way your tits bounced with every thrust. But it was so mood-killing for him every time he had to fix them.
Iida who’ll drag you off to his dorm room after a particularly stressful day. Mineta just would not stop being his creepy little self, and Bakugou was way more explosive than normal. It was rough, and you could tell. So it wasn’t surprising in the least when you felt that tug at your wrist before being dragged away from your friends. As if he couldn’t be any more obvious.
Iida who knows if he’s gonna do this then he should at least be using a condom. But his thought process is that he just couldn’t be caught dead with one. His image would, again, be ruined. Even if preaching safe sex was commendable. However it’s that thought process that has him going in raw. Your method of protection? The pull out method… And sure, he was okay, but there had been times where he was just too slow. And that was not something you’d expect from him of all people.
Iida who’s triple checking the lock on the door. Again, the idea of being caught is absolutely mortifying. He can’t even imagine what he’d say. But you just felt so good that giving this up wasn’t even an option. You were quite literally a drug for him. He just kept coming back, despite the shame he felt towards himself. How he was going against his morals..
Hiii! I was wondering if I could request either long or short fic about Tenya Iida. Likes it can be set in a modern setting where's he's a senior college student who's majoring in business and he has to take one more class to get his degree. It just so happened that the class is in the art building, and it is figure drawing (aka nude drawing) . Since he's just now hearing of the extra class he has to take, he's suddenly shocked when the model is an old friend of his from back home, whom he had a childhood crush on. Not only does his feelings for her come back, but he also has to have 1 on 1 section with the model for educational purposes. I kinda want it to be smut and fluff or however you see it fit. Anyway, I hope it's enough+
hi babe! omg I love this idea I kinda went a lil crazy and made it way too long. I hope u enjoy :)!!
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word count: 3.5k
mentions of: This is really just the fluff portion of it, kinda suggestive bc he pops a boner and leads to sex in part two. I think I’m going to make a third part simply so the two of you can go on a genuine date andsotheresmoreiidaxblackreaderouthere.
a/n: hells yeah that’s enough, hopefully I did what ya asked and so sorry I went overboard I have serious problems. here’s the smut part bc a 6.7k fic is doing too damn much but i can’t stfu my fault gang
moodboard here!
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.
