You bounced your leg up and down; part of it was subconscious, and part of it was the bumpy car ride. You were on your way to your boyfriend's parent's house to meet them for the first time. You were going to have Thanksgiving dinner with them. You looked out the window, watching the city fly past you.
"Anxious?" You heard Tenya say. You turned around to see him, hand on the wheel, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah, very," you sighed. He reached out to grab your hand, squeezing it tightly. You smiled a little to attempt to make him stop worrying, but it was unsuccessful. He could read you easily, it was part of what made him a good boyfriend.
"I don't want you to be scared. You're an amazing woman and my parents and Tensei will love you. I'm sure of it," he comforted. You sniffled a little as he turned into the driveway. He turned off the car and turned to look at you. He planted a soft kiss on your lips.
"I needed that," you laughed. He grinned as he got out of the car, and walked around to the other side to let you out. He held your hand as you stepped out of the car, and walked up to the front door.
Tenya creeped into the door, looking around cautiously. The atmosphere of his house had changed since Tensei had his run-in with Stain. Everyone was more cautious, not wanting to step on each other's toes. "Mother? Tensei?" He called out. You heard light footsteps approach, then out of nowhere, Tenya's mother popped out around the corner.
She smiled as soon as she saw you, walking towards you to shake your hand. She gave Tenya a big hug. "Hello! It's so nice to meet you, Y/N," she said warmly.
"Thank you so much for having me, Mrs. Iida. You have a lovely home," you said. She smiled again, leading you and Tenya to the dining room. The rest of his family were already there, chatting and laughing.
Tenya pulled out a chair for you to sit down, before sitting down right between you and Tensei. You watched as Tenya put his hand on his brother's, a warm greeting after not seeing him for a while.
Tenya and Tensei talked about what had been going on in their lives, about heroes, and about the family. You smiled as you heard their conversation, happy that they were so close to each other. You were bombarded with questions from the rest of Tenya's family, about your work, about your own family, and other life questions that were typical of families.
Finally, it was time to eat. Tenya's mother came out of the kitchen with a big turkey on a platter, and began carving it up. Tenya held your hand, sensing that you were still a bit nervous. You wanted more than anything to be held by him right now, but it just wouldn't be appropriate in this setting, especially since they didn't know you well yet.
As everyone got their food and started to relax, the conversations got easier. The older family members drank some wine and got more and more tired as the hours went on. You felt more like part of the conversation, and started to feel like part of the family.
People started going to bed, as it was getting late.
Mrs. Iida led you up to the guest bedroom, wishing you a good night as she walked off, yawning. You closed the door and let the silence close in around you. You slowly unpacked and changed into your pajamas. You looked at the alarm clock in the nightstand. It's only 11? You thought, although it didn't surprise you that the family of Tenya would all be asleep this early.
You looked around the pristine room and sighed. You wished you could stay in the same room as Tenya, but you felt wrong suggesting it. His parents would probably have a heart attack if you did that. You flopped down on the bed. The wall clock ticked persistently, making you want to smash it.
You had enjoyed yourself thoroughly that night, but something was wrong. You loved his family so far. They were all very nice and identical to Tenya in many ways. But you didn't feel like you were good enough for them. It had taken a while to accept that you were good enough for Tenya, who knows how long it would take for you to think the same about them?
You knew the only person who would understand would be Tenya, even if your concerns were about his own family. You picked up your phone and texted Tenya to come to your room. Of course, he responded instantly, and not a minute later he was knocking on your door gently, then letting himself in.
"Is everything alright?" He whispered. He walked over to you cautiously and sat down next to you.
"I know this isn't right to think, but I don't think your family really likes me," you sighed. A concerned look settled on his face as he put his arm around you. He really did care about you more than anyone ever had, but that was just the type of person he was.
"Y/N, my family has always had high standards. They wouldn't let me be with someone who leaves their clothes on the floor, someone who doesn't care enough about me, people who lie, anyone like that. If they saw you, talked to you, laughed with you and let you sit at their table, then they like you. You meet their standards, dare I say exceed them. You have nothing to worry about," he assured. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his waist. Your sudden affection surprised him, but he stroked your hair gently.
"But what if some day, I mess up? And then I don't meet their standards anymore?" You whined.
"They understand that no one is perfect. Not even if you meet their standards," he stated. He tilted your chin up towards him, and kissed you softly. You kissed him back, more rough than he expected. For an unknown reason, you wanted him badly. It sprung up on you like a wildcat.
His soft hands met your face, stroking your skin. He grunted as you pulled yourself up to sit on his lap. "What are you doing?" He gasped as you ground yourself on him.
"I want you, Tenya," you whispered. He smirked, but you could tell he was a little scared. "Please. I need this right now," you begged.
He could never deny you at a time like this. He knew his duties as a boyfriend were to comfort you when you were in distress. He wrapped his arms around your waist, complying to your needs. You kissed him like you were starving. He trailed his hands up to your shirt and quickly pulled it off. Your bare chest was covered in goosebumps as his hands lightly traced your breasts.
He squeezed them, then pulled back to kiss your left nipple softly. He put his mouth on it and sucked, your fingers entwined in his hair. You let out little mews of pleasure, he took it as a sign to go to the other one, doing the same thing. His wet tongue flicked your nipple, you clutched his head harder.
He stood up still holding you, then put you on the bed on your back. Your face flushed as he stood back and stared at your exposed chest. "T-Tenya... you're staring," you whispered.
His face went red. "I'm sorry, you're just so perfect. I'm very lucky," he responded. You smiled and shifted on the bed, signaling for him to go on. He promptly complied, getting on his knees in front of you. He pulled down your cotton shorts to reveal your lacy panties. He kissed your thigh, alternating between your left and your right, getting closer to your heat. He gently rubbed your clit through the thin fabric with his middle and index fingers, causing you to moan softly.
He pulled them to the side, licking his lips in anticipation, as though he was nervous. He put his mouth on you, licking on the nerve perfectly. Your hands met his dark hair, running up and down his head. He pulled off your panties and went back to work. He used his thumb to spread you apart more, then closed his eyes in concentration.
He sucked on the nerve gently, hitting the right spot. You gasped, then your hand flew up to your mouth. People were sleeping, and you wouldn't dare wake them. Tenya's mouth sunk lower until it was in front of your entrance, teasing you. "Please," you whispered to him. He smirked and slowly pushed his tongue in. He curled it and moved it around, while using his fingers to rub your clit. You thighs squeezed around his head, and you were slightly worried he probably couldn't breath.
He moaned quietly into you, the vibration from his deep voice sending you to new levels of pleasure. He could sense how close you were, so he decided he wanted you to finish in the way you loved. He pulled back and stood over you. You realized he still had all his clothes on, and you wanted to change that. You reached for his waste band and pulled down slowly. Then you unbuttoned his shirt so his muscles would be exposed. Your hands ran up and down his chest and abs, snaking their way up around his neck. He towered over you, but bent down a little so you could kiss him. He wrapped his arms around you.
His calloused hands ran up and down your back. "So soft," he said to himself. He never got over how soft your skin was. He wanted to touch every inch of you, feel your skin under his, imprint it into his mind. But there wasn't enough time in the world for that. He pulled you in closer, showing lust and need for your body. His kiss grew more rough, and the bulge pressing up to your stomach grew. You managed to get away from his embrace, before reaching down and pulling down his underwear. His excitement grew as you wrapped your hands around his cock.
When you started to stroke, he stopped you. "No, Y/N. Tonight is about you. Another time, please. Let me make you feel special," he begged. You blushed deeply and nodded silently, removing your hands from him. He kissed you again, then picked you up and put you on the bed on your back. He crawled up so he was dominating you, making you all the more wet. You could hardly wait any longer.
He lined himself up at your entrance. His eyes burned into yours, but you weren't scared. His huge arms were on either side of your head, pinning you to the bed. Finally, he pushed in slowly. You winced at the pain of his size. He thrusted slowly, so you would feel more comfortable. He wanted to go faster, but he wouldn't want to hurt you. You put your hands around his back for support, your face inches from his. You kissed him intensely, then nodded for him to go faster.
He started to move faster, increasing his pace. Your nails dug into his back and scratched up and down at the extreme sensation. He took one of his hands up to hold you closer to him. He moved like a wave, knowing all your little spots that sent you wild. He kissed the dip between your neck and your shoulder, making sure to mark it. He pushed in and out, grunting a little at each motion. Whenever you started to moan or whine, he would silence you with a kiss, wanting to save you the embarrassment you would face if your screams woke up his family.
He pulled out and flipped you onto your hands and knees. This was the position that sent you wild. He grabbed your ass with both his hands and gently pushed himself in once again. He pleasured himself at the sight of your bare ass bumping up against him over and over. He placed a firm little slap on one cheek, not because it was something he liked doing, he hated the idea of hurting you. It was because it's something that makes you go crazy. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth hung ajar. He knew you better than anyone. He could hit your g-spot every time with ease. You gasped as he started rubbing your clit, along with everything else.
He didn't show any sign of breaking. He kept going faster and faster, and you knew he wouldn't finish himself until you did first. You let everything go, all of your stresses and worries, and let him pound into you. Each thrust ended with the slap of your skin hitting together. Pressure knotted inside your stomach as you got closer and closer to releasing. Each thrust brought you closer and closer, until you came, the knot undoing, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your arms buckled and you fell onto your chest, biting the sheet so you wouldn't make a sound.
He kept thrusting until he met his end, pulling out and releasing all over your back. He growled deep and low, not believing a person could make him feel this good.
Immediately after he finished, he got up and put on his clothes and left the room. Then he came back with a towel, a glass of water, and clean clothes. He helped clean you up, then put you in bed. To your surprise, he crawled in next to you and pulled you into an embrace.
"Wait, will your parents be okay with us sharing a room?" You asked.
"I wouldn't worry right now. They like you. And I hope you feel better now." He kissed your forehead. "Now get some rest please." Typical Tenya, you thought.
"Okay. I love you," you whispered.
"I love you too, Y/N," he sighed lovingly.
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Hey y'all, thanks so much for reading! I didn't know how I felt about Tenya in a lemon, but it actually works well!
As always, please leave suggestions for future stories, and have a wonderful day! Enjoy your thanksgiving!
-Liv💙
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