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.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ summary: gentlemen can still get their dicks sucked. michael thinks he’s exempt because you’re too pretty. AHNT! wrong.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ smut, oral sex (male receiving), a very shy and flustered michael because I genuinely don’t think he’d be any way else at this age, female reader. wrote this with the “it’s wonderful day!” interview in mind.
Michael isn't sure how he got in this predicament.
One second she'd been curled against him on the bed, tracing lazy shapes against his chest while the television hummed quietly somewhere in the background. The next, her lips were brushing against his ear, soft and plush and devastatingly warm, whispering something sweet as melted honey that made his stomach flip straight into his ribs.
He didn't even fully process the words, only the feeling of all the blood from his head rushing straight to his pants.
A featherlight breath against his skin.
A little kiss tucked just beneath his ear.
The way her voice wrapped around him slow and warm, making him melt before he even realized he was melting. And somehow after that, she was on her knees between his legs.
Michael sat frozen at the edge of the mattress, staring down at her with wide brown eyes while she looked up at him like he'd hung the stars himself. The lamp beside the bed washed everything amber gold, catching in the blush already flooding his cheeks and the nervous shine of his bitten lips.
She looked downright lovesick.
The kind of gaze that made his pulse scramble like frightened birds in a cathedral. Her pupils looked enormous beneath her lashes, soft and syrupy and practically heart shaped with how fond she seemed of him. It made him duck his head immediately, one hand flying up to cover his face as a helpless laugh escaped through his trembling fingers.
“Baby..” he laughed weakly, voice embarrassingly breathless. “Don't look at me like that...”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause...” He peeked at her through his fingers only to instantly regret it when she smiled. “You know why.”
Her hands settled on his thighs then, thumbs smoothing absent little circles against the fabric of his jeans while his knees twitched under her touch. Michael inhaled sharply, shoulders pulling inward with shy tension as she started inching upward, slow enough for him to want to instinctively close his thighs as his stomach tightened when her fingers brushed his belt.
“Can I taste what's in here, angel face?” she spoke softly, tilting her head.
Michael made the tiniest strangled sound. Immediately his head tipped back with embarrassment, curls tumbling across his forehead. “Don't say things like that..”
“Like what?” she asked, all faux innocence and sparkling eyes.
“Those cute names when you're being..” He swallowed hard. “..dirty.”
A grin tugged at her lips. “I think you like it.”
Michael shook his head too fast to be believable. “N-no! I’m a gentleman.”
“Liar.” Her fingers hooked lightly into his belt loops now, teasing without actually pulling. The anticipation alone had him squirming beneath her touch, one leg bouncing nervously while he tried very hard to avoid looking directly at her.
It didn't help that she looked beautiful like this.
Too beautiful, and the thought escaped before he could stop it.
“You're too pretty to be down there..” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Messin' with something so.. perverted.”
She blinked up at him, trying not to laugh. “Perverted?”
Michael groaned softly and buried his entire face in both hands this time. “Please don't make me repeat stuff.. I’m really shy..”
The sound of her laughter was gentle, fond. She leaned forward just enough for her cheek to brush against his knee affectionately, and Michael nearly folded in on himself from the sheer tenderness of it.
“You’re shaking, Mikey..” Her hands left his belt slowly.
For a second Michael thought maybe she'd noticed how overwhelmed he was getting. The poor boy could barely breathe correctly anymore, all flushed cheeks and twitching thighs and nervous little laughs muffled behind his hands.
But then she reached for one of them.
Michael peeked through his fingers just in time to see her guiding his larger hand into her lap, her own looking impossibly small wrapped around it. Long fingers. Elegant fingers. The kind that belonged behind piano keys beneath stage lights.
“Mama..” he whispered, already embarrassed again.
She ignored him completely and instead, she turned his hand over gently and pressed a kiss to the tip of his thumb and Michael visibly melted.
Another kiss landed against his index finger.
Then his middle.
Then the next.
Slow little kisses. Unhurried and affectionate enough to make his pants feel unbearably tight. Michael stared down at her in stunned silence, lips parted slightly while heat crawled all the way down his neck. This was almost worse than the teasing because it was too sweet. Way too sweet.
His thighs shifted restlessly beneath her as she kissed the tip of his pinky last, eyes never leaving his face once— she was watching every single reaction bloom across him in real time.
Michael tried to hide again instinctively, but she still had his hand still holding him there. Her gaze dropped briefly and she took his longest finger gently between her lips, and Michael forgot how to breathe for a solid three seconds because all he could focus on was her mouth.
The softness of it. The shine of it. The way her plush lips looked wrapped around his finger while she looked back up at him through her lashes. She started sucking, bobbing her head up and down on the digit as her tongue swirled a little too good around the flesh.
Michael sucked in a shaky breath so suddenly it almost sounded painful. His free hand immediately covered his face again, utterly overwhelmed.
“Hoh, God..” he laughed weakly into his palm, voice trembling around the edges. His thighs tried to cave inward again, only stopping because she was still between them.
And she looked entirely too pleased about that fact.
This time her hand slid upward, fingers disappearing into the curls at the nape of his neck gentle and possessive in the softest way possible. She tugged him downward carefully, and Michael followed without resistance, folding toward her like he was helpless against gravity whenever she touched him like this. One of his hands caught against the mattress beside her head to steady himself.
He looked unbearably pretty up close with his flushed cheeks, heavy lashes and hips parted slightly from nervous breathing.
And still shy. Still hiding little fragments of his face from her whenever she looked at him too lovingly for too long. Her thumb brushed along his jaw and Michael's eyes fluttered shut the second her lips met his.
When she pulled back barely an inch, his eyes opened slowly. Dazed. She smiled at him so fondly it nearly finished him off right there. “Can I make you feel good, my angel?” she asked softly.
He ducked his head immediately, forehead nearly falling against her shoulder while a breathless giggle escaped him in pure embarrassment. “You already are..” he mumbled shyly.
Moments of movement and shuffling pass before Michael's breathing is completely uneven now.
Every inhale came sharp through parted lips, every exhale trembling back out because he couldn't quite steady himself anymore. His face stayed turned away half the time, curls falling over his eyes while little helpless sounds kept slipping from him no matter how hard he tried to swallow them down.
“Mm.. mm—baby.. baby—” The words barely even sounded intentional. More instinct than speech as his fingers flexed uselessly against the sheets beside him before curling tight enough to wrinkle the fabric. A second later they were in his hair instead, tugging lightly at the curls near his temple while he whines under his breath in disbelief. A completely overwhelmed sound, genuinely not able process how good this felt.
Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his pretty mauve flushed brown tip, the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping him completely. Her small hands grip his base firmly, matching the rhythm of her mouth’s movements.
Michael squeezed his eyes shut again, brows pulling together while another soft moan escaped him, quieter this time. Almost ashamed of itself with pink flooding across his cheeks, lips parted helplessly and chest rising too fast beneath the open collar of his shirt.
Every little reaction crossed his face openly before he could hide it. And god, he kept trying to hide it. Every time a sound slipped out, he’d duck his head immediately afterward, one hand covering his mouth like maybe he could physically stop himself from making another. It never worked.
“Please..” he whispered at one point, though it didn't even sound like protest. More like he was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being wanted this way.
Her mouth is filled with the prettiest cock she’s ever had— slender but long, with a graceful curve that hits the back of her throat perfectly. And such a precious shade of cooked honey, the head thick and smooth. His pelvic area is impossibly smooth, completely hairless and perfectly groomed. She can see every detail of his erection without obstruction; the way his shaft rises from the clean shaven pelvis as her hands run over his smooth pubic bone, feeling how soft the skin is stretched tight over the area.
Another broken little moan caught in his throat.
Michael swallowed hard afterward, eyes glassy when they fluttered open again. He looked almost distraught from pleasure alone now.
“This is so..” He exhaled shakily, unable to finish the sentence.
Dirty.
Dirty and deply intimate in a way that made his stomach twist itself into knots. Michael looked almost painfully pretty like this. Completely unraveled by tenderness and desire all at once. Every soft sound leaving him admittedly was very pathetic and he couldn't understand how he’d ended up here at all. With a beautiful girlfriend who likes, no—loves him enough to put his.. thing in her pretty mouth. They’ve been intimate before this, but he’s still so shy when they do fool around he’s just like this every time. He hasn’t even seen what in between her legs looks like yet but he’s felt it before with his fingers.
A particularly shaky moan slipped out of him then, and he immediately groaned afterward biting the knuckle of his pointer finger. “I can't hold it.. I can't hold it..” he mumbled weakly against his skin, mortified. But even then his thighs trembled.
Michael’s breath stutters as his entire body tightens for a brief, helpless second before he loses whatever shaky control he’d been holding onto. He sits up almost involuntarily, pulled by instinct more than thought and immediately folds forward over her, shoulders hunched, curls falling around his face as he cradles her head with both hands. He’s cumming.
“Lord—have mercy..”
His fingers press gently into her hair, careful not to mess it up too bad while his forehead dips close. He tries to steady himself against her, a soft broken sound caught in his throat, as he stays there feeling her tongue roll against the underside of his dick. He.. doesn’t quite know how to come back down from the intensity except by holding on.
And that’s what he does until he bashfully lets her pull away, a big flirty smile on her face as she wipes the corner of her mouth.
“What? Don’t look at me like that..” His little accent is thicker now.
“We’ve been dating for months and you’re still so precious! Come hereeeee~! ♪ ” She chirps going in to tickle him, to which he preemptively starts screaming.
finding out frat iwazumi has a tongue piercing……. :p
[18+]
the vibration from the speakers downstairs were felt on your back, while you laid down on iwazumis bed. he had your hips pinned down with his forearms, caging you in so you aren’t moving around for him.
“hold still… movin’ too much—“ he said against your puffy folds.
he dipped his head down on you again, but you stopped him, grabbing his hair and sitting up slightly on both elbows.
“what is that..?” you spoke shyly, raising a brow down at iwa
“what is what?” he said, resting his cheek on your inner thigh while he waited for you to release your fingers from his hair.
“feels hard— like cold everytime you go back down.”
“ohhhh~ you talkin’ about this?—“ he drew his tongue out from his mouth, revealing a small metal ball on his red tongue, licking a strip on your lower stomach. “—just got it, got dared by the guys and they told me they’d pay for all my drinks if I did it.”
you groaned, throwing your head back on the pillow. “god you’re stupid…”
he laid more kisses on your lower stomach, inner thighs, going back to your pussy. he pecked your clit before licking an experimental strip on your folds.
“feel it? right here—“ he rolled his tongue in circles around your clit, watching your movements precisely. “—feel good?”
you arched your back up, thighs threatening to sit on him, unable to keep still underneath Jim and his gaze. “right there— yes haijime…”
he slapped one palm over your thigh, bracing your legs wide open, keeping both hands down on your thighs. he continued, moving his piercing in specific directions to drive you insane.
“after this— ‘wanna go take shots off your tits. you’ll hold the lime between your lips okay?”
★ . . situationship!toji making you cūm mid-argument.
the tv flickers with some random action movie neither of you are really paying attention to.
you’re tucked against your eight months situation ship (?) side on the couch, legs spread lazily over his thigh, his big hand shoved down the front of your loose shorts. two thick fingers are lazily circling your clit, slow and almost absent-minded, like he’s just playing with you out of boredom while he watches the screen.
you’re trying to stay focused on the argument you started five minutes ago.
“i’m serious, toji,” you snap, voice a little breathy despite yourself. “you can’t just disappear for days and then show up like nothing happened. i’m not your fucking doormat—”
“mm,” he hums, not even looking at you. his fingers keep rubbing lazy little circles over your swollen clit, slick sounds barely audible under the movie. “you done yelling yet?”
you clench your jaw, heat crawling up your neck. “no, i’m not done. you always do this shit. you think you can just—”
his middle finger presses harder, dragging slow and firm right over the sensitive bundle of nerves. your breath hitches mid-sentence. toji’s lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk, eyes still glued to the tv like he’s barely invested in what his hand is doing between your legs.
“keep going,” he says calmly. “i’m listening.”
you try. you realllly do. but his touch is getting more deliberate now, fingers sliding down to spread your wetness before coming back up to rub tight, slick circles on your clit. your thighs twitch, one foot pressing into the couch cushion.
“you’re such an asshole,” you hiss, but your voice is losing its edge. “you disappear, you don’t text, you don’t—fuck—”
toji’s finger speeds up just a fraction, still lazy but consistent, perfect pressure that makes your hips start to roll into his hand without your permission. he finally glances over at you, eyes dark and amused.
“what was that?” he asks, voice low and smug. “i didn’t catch the last part, sweetheart.”
you grab his wrist, but you don’t pull him away. your breathing is getting faster, chest rising and falling as the pleasure builds against your will. “i said… you’re a selfish prick, toji—”
he chuckles, low and rough, and suddenly his fingers move faster, rubbing your clit with firm, relentless strokes. your shorts are soaked, the fabric sticking to you as his thick fingers work you open. your argument is crumbling, words turning into soft, broken gasps.
“yeah?” he murmurs, finally turning his full attention to you. “keep telling me how much you hate me while you’re dripping all over my hand.”
your head falls back against the couch, hips grinding desperately into his palm. the tv noise fades into background static. all you can focus on is the tight, aching heat building fast between your legs.
“toji— fuck, i’m— i’m still mad at you—”
“i know,” he says, almost sweetly, but his fingers don’t stop. he rubs your clit faster, harder, using the slick mess you’re making to glide perfectly over that sensitive spot. “cum anyway.”
it hits you mid-breath.
your back arches off the couch as the orgasm crashes through you, sudden and brutal. your thighs clamp around his hand, hips jerking, a broken moan ripping from your throat while he keeps rubbing you through it. toji watches your face the entire time, eyes half-lidded, that lazy smirk finally breaking across his mouth as you shake and whimper.
he doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, oversensitive and gasping, weakly pushing at his wrist. only then does he pull his hand out of your shorts, fingers shiny and dripping with you. he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, slow and deliberate, while you try to catch your breath.
“you were saying?” he asks, voice thick with amusement.
you glare at him, still panting, thighs trembling.
“i still hate you,” you mutter weakly.
toji chuckles and leans in, pressing a rough kiss to your neck.
“Oh fuck- baby.. ugh- it feels so good!” Your voice breaks as your legs wrap tightly around his torso, your heels digging hard into his upper back while you squeeze him like you want to keep him inside you forever.
Every slick, brutal thrust spreads your arousal over his thick thighs, hot and dripping. Your body trembles beneath him, desperate and greedy, burning from the inside out like you’re about to explode.
“Fuck… I hear you princess. Just… mhm,” he growls the moment he feels your walls clench around him, trying to trap him inside.
The obscene sound of your pussy swallowing him, tight and greedy, triggers a raw, violent snap of his hips, burying himself even deeper.
You moan loudly, nails raking down his broad shoulders as he presses his full massive weight against you, pinning you mercilessly into the mattress and forcing every thick, veined inch of his cock as deep as possible.
“I love… mhm… wrecking this greedy little pussy,” he breathes, pounding into you harder, more brutally, like he wants to break you.
Each thrust is perfectly aimed to destroy you, pushing you closer to the edge, electrifying your raw nerves and tearing rough moans from deep in your throat. The air between you is thick with heat, sweat, and the wet, filthy slapping of your bodies colliding violently.
The pressure in your belly, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm hitting you like an electric shock. Every thrust sends delicious pain radiating through your thighs, leaving you gasping.
Your moment is suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of the nightstand. The sound makes you jolt, but you refuse to acknowledge it. You also feel Toji’s movements hesitate for a split second, just long enough for your eyes to widen in pure panic.
“N-no! don’t stop, ignore it please please please” you beg, tears in your eyes as the delicious pressure starts to fade. “Keep going!” You desperately rock your hips, trying to make him continue, but his hips stop dead, his huge dick twitching deep inside you as he stares at the vibrating phone.
His face hardens.
His brows furrow, his lips twist into a cold smile, and his green eyes narrow with a dangerous glint. He thinks for a second. Then he decides.
“Toji please…”
“I have to take this, baby,” he says in a calm but merciless voice, already grabbing the phone before you can protest.
His big hand closes effortlessly around the vibrating device. He recognized the number at first glance. His crazy ex always finds a way. No matter the number, no matter how careful he is, she always comes crawling back.
You catch panicked, desperate fragments of her voice on the other end: “Baby, please listen to me,” “I’m sorry,” “I’ll give you money if you want, I miss you,” overlapping sentences. He doesn’t react.
“Hey,” he says, his voice icy and dry. “Can you call me on FaceTime?” Your eyes widen, your body tensing beneath him. His tone, so cold, so distant, tightens your chest. You feel your heart hammering against his when he hangs up without waiting for an answer.
Before you can even speak, the phone vibrates again. He swipes the screen and answers. He stares at the screen, expression unreadable. “Oh, baby! I’m so happy to see you! Oh my god, I was going crazy here…”
He sighs softly, letting her spew her nonsense for a second, then gestures for you to hold up your palm. Confused, you frown, but you obey. He places the phone in your hand; your fingers close around it instinctively.
“…I know I was awful, but if you-”
“Princess,” he interrupts, his voice suddenly soft and mocking as he adjusts the phone so the camera perfectly frames his face and bare, muscular torso, scar clearly visible. “Keep the camera on me.”
Silence hits the other side of the phone like a slap. “…maybe she misses the view,” he growls with a predatory smirk.
You try to protest, but your words dissolve into a choked moan as his massive cock slams back into you with one brutal, heavy, wet thrust. The room fills with obscene, filthy sounds as he spears you with savage precision.
You gasp, nails digging into his forearms, your body jolting with every impact, moaning shamelessly despite the phone you’re still holding.
The bed shakes violently under the force of his thrusts, air punched out of your lungs with every brutal snap of his hips. Your breasts bounce heavily, sweat trickling down your neck and back, your thighs slick and trembling against his.
He’s rougher than ever, completely in control, fucking you like a beast while giving your body just enough chaos to crave more.
You try to hold back your moans, to bury your shame, but Toji is determined to make you scream. He wants her to hear. He wants her to know exactly how much he loves destroying your pussy right in front of her.
“I’m gonna… fuck… paint this pussy white, yeah? Gonna fill you up until it’s dripping everywhere, baby,” he growls, his hips slamming against yours with surgical force. He’s buried to the hilt, filling you with every thick inch, making you feel every vein, every throb as you squeeze him like a vice.
You shiver, back arching instinctively, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Your eyes roll back. Words fail you, your mouth hanging open in a moan that drowns out everything. A second wave of pleasure crashes into your belly, intense and merciless.
His movements turn feral, driven by pure animal need. His hands grip the headboard behind you for leverage, muscles flexing like steel as he pounds you deeper, making your body bounce against his with every devastating thrust.
“I’m- close ugh mhm!” you pant, eyes squeezed shut, hips shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens almost painfully. “Ah… inside… ngh! M-me…” you babble, completely helpless.
He swears through gritted teeth, his own orgasm approaching, breathing rough, chest pressed against yours.
With one final, merciless, deep thrust, he spills inside you, hot, thick cum flooding your insides. A guttural moan rips from your throat as your body shakes violently, his massive weight pinning you down, both of you slick and trembling with spasms.
The orgasm crashes over you seconds later in powerful, endless waves. Your legs shake like leaves, toes curling, back arching violently as the phone slips from your hand and falls beside you. You let yourself be swept away by the raw, devastating pleasure.
Minutes pass, filled only with ragged breathing and the wet, sticky sounds of your bodies slowly calming after the storm. You finally come back to yourself, chest heaving unevenly as your heartbeat slows, muscles going limp under his crushing weight.
Then Toji reaches for the abandoned phone beside you. He turns it over, glances at the now black screen, and lets out a low, tired, almost cruel chuckle. “Guess she didn’t enjoy the show,” he murmurs, voice rough and amused.
You shake your head, a tired little smile on your lips. “You’re cruel, Toji. Don’t ever do that again.”
“Sorry, sorry. But you liked it, didn’t you?” he says with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.
“Shut up.” you said, laughing and patting him on the chest.
a/n: I'm writing to answer ur requests it'll be here soon! Srry I've been so busy and tired (especially lazy) 😭
the 141 aren’t stupid -- they wouldn’t carry a photo of you in their vest or helmet. no name written anywhere, nothing on their body that could potentially trace to a woman back home.
but they all carry something.
simon has a hair tie on his wrist. black, cheap, the kind you buy in packs of fifty and lose all over the damn flat. it sits under the cuff of his glove, biting into his skin, reminding him exactly why he needs to make it home. it always smells like your shampoo for a bit before it starts to smell like his own sweat, he finds himself a new one on the bathroom floor before each deployment.
price wears a watch. it’s not the watch that’s about you, really. it’s that he started setting the second time zone to match yours. he checks it more than he should, especially at night when he can’t sleep and it’s three a.m where he is and eight a.m where you are. he’ll think: ‘she’ll be making coffee, i wonder what she wore to bed’ and that’s the closest he lets himself get to mixing you with work.
kyle wears a bracelet. it’s thin braided yarn, the kind of thing you learned to make as a kid at camp. you made it on a slow sunday afternoon while he was half-asleep on your thigh. he said ‘oh, that’s sick, darling. ta!’, put it on and hasn’t taken it off since. it’s absolutely filthy these days. and when it starts to fray, he simply keeps re-knotting it, sometimes johnny has to help get it tight.
johnny carries a folded square of paper that’s gone so soft it feels like fabric, he keeps it safe in a zipped pocket on his kit. it’s a grocery list in your looping handwriting that you’d left him on the kitchen counter one morning. eggs, soy milk, the good butter, berries, your stupid crisps, wine (red). it’s got a small heart in the corner -- that’s the most worn bit because he brushes his thumb over it every night.
clark kent undressing you with his eyes — literally
You’d spent the last twenty minutes yapping about whatever crossed your mind—half-finished thoughts, dramatic tangents, pointless little details—and Clark listened the way he always did. Attentive. Soft-eyed. Like every word mattered simply because it came from you. Until it didn’t.
At some point, his gaze drifted. Slowly. Deliberately. Not in a way that felt careless, but curious, like he’d gotten distracted by something shiny. His eyes dipped from your face, lingering at the swell of your chest beneath your shirt, then slid lower, past your stomach, settling there with unmistakable focus. His head tilted just slightly, the way it did when he was concentrating on something interesting—like a curious dog with big eyes.
You kept talking for a few more seconds before realizing your words were falling on deaf ears. Your voice had turned into background noise. “Clark, are y—” you cut yourself off, finally following his line of sight. “…What are you doing?” His eyes snapped back up to yours. Hard.
Your indestructible, world-saving boyfriend flinched like a kid caught sneaking candy before dinner. “Um—no—yes,” he stammered, immediately horrified with himself. “I mean—sorry. I wasn’t trying to be a creep. I just—” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks already pink. “You’re really beautiful, and sometimes I can’t help myself, baby.”
You stared at him for a beat. Then you laughed, the sound spilling out before you could stop it. “Clark,” you said, still smiling, “I’m not mad.” You leaned in a little, eyes bright. “Honestly, I’ve been wondering if you did that ever since you told me you had X-ray vision.”
His blush deepened instantly. You reached up and adjusted his glasses, thumb brushing his cheek. "I don’t mind being the thing that distracts you.”
His eyes softened instantly, hands warm and steady at your sides. “You always have been,” he said quietly.
You’ll never be able to describe just how sexy Tenya looks right now.
His glasses are sliding dangerously down the bridge of his nose, slightly crooked from the sweat beading on his forehead. His blue hair is messy, a few strands stuck to his damp skin. And above all… he’s breathing hard, panting, every exhale turning into a low, rough groan that vibrates through his chest against yours.
“Fuck…” he growls as he pounds into you relentlessly, like his life depends on it. Every thrust is deep, powerful, almost desperate. His thick cock fills you completely, molding perfectly to your walls, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every movement. “You’re so tight… so perfect…”
You moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders, your back arched beneath him. “Baby… mhh… ahh!”
He lowers his head, his glasses slipping a little further. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck. “Can I take them off?” he pleads in a hoarse, almost broken voice, still fucking you without slowing down. “They’re getting in the way, baby…”
You shake your head with difficulty, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in pleasure. “N-no…” you moan, voice trembling. “You’re… ughh shit, Tenya! Too sexy like this… please.”
A proud, slightly arrogant smile stretches his lips despite the effort. He pushes his glasses back up with a clumsy thumb, settling them back on his nose, and looks straight into your eyes. Behind the lenses, his gaze is burning, intense, almost animalistic.
“I guess you’re right, darling…” he murmurs, voice low and rough. Without warning, he delivers a particularly well-aimed thrust deep and precise. His wide head slams directly against your G-spot, making you see stars.
A sharp cry escapes you, your body arching violently under him, your walls clenching hard around his thick cock. Tenya groans in satisfaction, the sound rumbling in his throat.
He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against yours with controlled but brutal force. Every thrust is perfect, as if he knows your body by heart.
“Then look at me…” he pants, leaning down to nibble on your earlobe. “Look at me while I fuck you. I want you to see how crazy I am about you.”
His glasses slip slightly down his nose again from the sweat, but he doesn’t remove them. Instead, he looks at you through them, eyes half-closed in pleasure, jaw clenched, breathing hard as he pounds into you mercilessly.
“Tenya…!” you cry out, tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Harder… ugh- please…”
He smiles, that tender yet dominant smile he reserves only for you and gives you exactly what you asked for: deeper, faster thrusts, every movement molding his cock perfectly inside you.
“Like this?” he growls, voice cracking with pleasure. “You like it when I fuck you like I can’t stop?”
You can only moan in response, your body jolting with every thrust, completely lost in the sight of his slipping glasses, his rough breathing, and his thick cock owning you without mercy.
Tenya doesn’t slow down. If anything, he puts even more force into his thrusts, his hips slamming against yours with almost brutal precision. Every deep penetration makes your whole body shake on the bed.
His glasses slide dangerously down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from the heat radiating between the two of you, but he still doesn’t take them off. He watches you through them, eyes dark and glazed with pleasure and that possessiveness he only shows you.
“You’re… so beautiful when you let go like this…” he pants, voice rough and broken. His hot breath brushes your lips with every exhale. “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see your face when you come.”
You moan louder, nails sunk into his muscular back. The feeling of his thick cock filling you, molding perfectly to your walls, combined with the sight of his crooked glasses and his focused expression, drives you completely insane.
“Ten-… I… I’m gonna… ugh…” you beg, voice shattered.
He smiles that slightly incredibly sexy smile and pushes his glasses back up with a quick flick of his thumb, never stopping his relentless pounding. Then he shifts the angle of his hips slightly and gives you one particularly deep thrust, hitting your G-spot with diabolical precision.
A sharp cry tears from your throat. Your body arches violently beneath him, thighs trembling around his waist. The pressure builds too fast, too strong.
“That’s it…” he growls, voice low and strained. “Let go, baby. Come for me. Squeeze my cock the way you know how.”
His thrusts become faster, more urgent. He fucks you like he wants to mark you deep inside, like every movement is vital.
His glasses slip again, but this time he doesn’t fix them. They stay crooked on his nose, giving him that serious-yet-completely-unraveled look that makes you lose your mind.
You feel the orgasm coming like an uncontrollable wave. Your walls contract violently around him, pulsing, pulling him deeper. Your entire body tenses.
“Ten— mhhph!” you cry out, voice broken.
Your orgasm explodes. You come hard, eyes rolling back, body shaking with powerful spasms. Your walls squeeze his dih in rhythmic contractions, and a hot gush of your arousal flows around him, soaking the sheets beneath you.
Tenya lets out a long, rough moan, almost a growl. He keeps pounding you through your pleasure, prolonging every wave until you’re trembling and sobbing under him.
“Shit… you get so tight when you come…” he pants, jaw clenched. His glasses are completely crooked now, a strand of black hair stuck to his forehead. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…”
He buries himself one final time to the hilt, as deep as possible, and stays there, buried inside you. His body tenses violently. A guttural groan rips from his throat as he comes, hot, thick jets of cum spilling into you, filling you completely.
He stays still for a long moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavily, his glasses still askew on his nose. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, emptying the last drops.
When he finally lifts his head, he looks at you with infinite tenderness mixed with that burning possessiveness. He slowly pushes his glasses back up with a clumsy gesture, a tired little smile on his lips.
“You were right…” he murmurs, voice still hoarse. “They stay on. I love seeing you lose your mind too much when I fuck you.”
He places a soft kiss on your lips, then on your forehead, before slowly pulling out. A trickle of his cum immediately leaks between your thighs. He lies down beside you and pulls you against his chest, one hand gently stroking your back.
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!!! Y’all I seen someone make Toji and Mama Fushiguro in Tomodachi life and they’re falling in love all over again. GIVE THEM THE HAPPY ENDING THEY DESERVE!!!!❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
