New chapter update!
Chapter 4: You give Iida a tour of your favorite pieces in the museum
title: Our Love Belongs in a Museum
rating: M for eventual smut, but most chapters are T unless marked 18+
pairing: a Tenya Iida / Reader fic
summary: You're a curator who works at the Tokyo National Museum. Your domain is ancient art and artifacts, not the flashy world of pro heroes—that is, until the museum gets tipped off that it's being targeted for a heist. As a result, pro hero Tenya Iida is assigned to help the museum beef up its security. Not only is Iida quite beefy himself, he’s the type of meticulous person who reads every museum plaque thoroughly—and the juxtaposition makes your head spin. But with a potential robbery looming over both of your heads, the last thing either of you needs is to be distracted by romance—right?
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Just started working on a new fic that's Tenya Iida x Reader!
title: Our Love Belongs in a Museum
rating: M for eventual smut, but most chapters are T unless marked 18+
pairing: a Tenya Iida / Reader fic
summary: You're a curator who works at the Tokyo National Museum. Your domain is ancient art and artifacts, not the flashy world of pro heroes—that is, until the museum gets tipped off that it's being targeted for a heist. As a result, pro hero Tenya Iida is assigned to help the museum beef up its security. Not only is Iida quite beefy himself, he’s the type of meticulous person who reads every museum plaque thoroughly—and the juxtaposition makes your head spin. But with a potential robbery looming over both of your heads, the last thing either of you needs is to be distracted by romance—right?
when he gets out of bed in the morning he carefully unwraps your arms from his neck and your leg off his lap, of course, he's pouting the entire time.
his hand is glued to the small of your back in crowded places, never pushing just guiding.
even when your mad at him, he never is mean, infact when you're being unreasonable hes still just as calm and sweet, he knows you're at your peak, when you try to storm out he carefully captures your arm in his hand, so softly that you can slip out without any struggle, his thumb carresses the skin and sometimes it works.
sometimes its enough to make you stay and talk it out calmly
sometimes you pull away and hide away anyways
even when you re-emerge he sits and listens, talking it through and ending with the two of you cuddled on the couch basking in eachother silence and soft touches.
in bed, he would carefully lay you down and kiss from your lips to your stomach, so agonizingly slow, he drinks up the taste of your skin and the subtle hint of your lotion, you're practically begging him to touch you more, sometimes even pushing his head down to where you need it most.
when you brought up the idea of free use he was so against it, he would complain its demeaning and disrespectful, but when you explained more thoroughly why you wanted it and that its kinda the point he seemed to be more accepting
but not in the way he'll do it more in a way where he sees where you're coming from, the next week you were completely unsuspected that he was plotting on you, waiting for a good opening to do what you've asked.
he finds his moment, he walks into the bedroom with your back turned to him on all fours, clearly looking for something you must've dropped. Your little shorts sliding up and showing the rim of your panties, he walks up behind you.
"looking for something?" He asks, slowly moving to his knees.
He hears a muffled 'yeah' as your head is underneath the bed, he scoots closer, staring for a moment, when he notices you're slowly moving under the bed more, he pulls you back, against his erection.
soon enough your knees are pushing to your shoulders and he's plowing into you, this lasts for god knows how long, not once did he ask if its okay, he would just maneuver you into whatever position he wanted.
Why hello! Congrats on 100 followers! The event you've made for it is simply so fun and creative I can't not send in a request.
Could you please write tenya iida x gn!reader, with
3. forced proximity, and;
15. vampire AU (in which preferably both are vampires, but choose whatever you think fits best);
with the random words: night, ink, pinecone, and clock?
As for a song, I believe Fear and Wonder by Dimmu Borgir is atmospherically fitting.
Apologies for the long request, I'm afraid I am afflicted with a disease that makes me hit the "enter" button way too often. Silliness aside, I look forward to possibly seeing this come to fruition!
summary: Being Tenya Iida’s second in command was no easy task, especially when you found yourself quite infatuated by him. After royally screwing up a surveying mission turned battle against a new villain whose quirk temporarily turned others into vampires. You and Iida found yourselves quarantined in a hotel-suite-like hospital room for three weeks to allow the effects of the quirk to wear off. Wasn’t that just amazing? Being forced into close proximity with the partner you had harbored feelings for since you both graduated UA. Hopefully you and him were able to make it through this without any heavy emotional conversations, but you strongly doubted that.
type: oneshot, gn!reader x pro-hero tenya iida, not proofread
warnings: mentions of blood, there is talk of sucking blood out of wounds, iida is briefly shirtless at one point
a/n: okay I hate everything about this I am so sorry if this sucks
Being the sidekick of the thirteenth ranking pro-hero was no easy task. Tenya Iida, known by his hero name Ingenium, had been diligent in finding a sidekick. Your interview process had been strenuous to say the least. Many personal statements requiring in-depth answers and philosophical thought. Physical training that had made your body feel like jello at the end of each session. The hardest part of the process—however—was passing an examination prepared by Tenya Iida himself.
All of the questions subtly were geared towards bringing out one’s deepest moral perspectives on life. There was no way to tell what should be the right or wrong answer. No possibility of someone cheating or copying someone else’s work. You respected him for his thorough approach. He wanted to ensure his sidekick held the same ideals as him and you respected that. Of course you respected him even more when he hired you.
You had been working for the pro-hero for four years now. Having gone on countless missions that required you to push your limits. Three times you had almost died out on the field. Twice had you seen an innocent civilian die. Though, the thing that replayed in your mind constantly? The one time you saved Tenya Iida’s life.
You had awoken from a nightmare about the situation. Rolling over, your bleary eyes saw the bright red numbers on the clock that read: 4:32. You rolled back over and attempted to close your eyes. To sink back into a peaceful state of unconsciousness. However, your mind continued on the recent events of saving Iida’s life.
You almost didn’t go on the scouting mission to begin with. His hero agency didn’t see it as a necessity for you to go and such left it up to your decision. Having planned on being off that evening, you had scheduled a dinner date with a friend of a friend. You weren’t extremely siked about going but it was something to do on a Friday night. Plus it would quell the askings from your friends about when you’d start going on dates and putting yourself out there.
The moment you got the call from the agency, you texted your planned dinner partner that something had come up. Obviously they were aware of your status as a sidekick to a pro-hero, but they definitely made you feel bad about missing the dinner. Having insisted that you had promised them this was a night you were for sure free. You decided to shove their guilt-causing messages aside and still go on the mission.
Of course, the scouting mission ended up turning into an ambush. The band of villains must have gotten a tip about Iida’s planned investigation and decided to band together in an attempt to take him down.
It wasn’t that Iida couldn’t take down more than one quirk-bearing villain on his own. The hero was the pinnacle of strategy and efficiency. Although, this time the villains had a secret weapon up there sleeve. A brand new recruit with a quirk that was unlike one you had ever seen before. You kicked yourself for not noticing the newbie sooner. The way they had covered themselves in the corner looking frail and helpless, you had honestly assumed them a hostage.
You and Iida had been so wrapped up in taking care of the other villains, you hadn’t noticed the person rise from their cowering state. Still locked into combat with two other individuals, attempting to watch in case Iida needed any help. Through the chaos of combat you saw him defeat the person he had been fighting. Although, you weren’t quick enough to warn him about the before-believed hostage came behind him. You watched Iida’s face contort in pain as the villain gripped the side of his neck. The individual’s fingers seem to extend into things as they sink into Iida’s neck.
You had just finished off the last opponent, diving forward to make an attempt at helping Iida.
You watched the villain retract its fang-like clause from Iida’s neck. Your eyes went wide with panic and your heartbeat increased at an exponential rate. You watch your hero partner crumble to the ground, and you knew you had to help him.
Rushing over towards his convulsing body, you failed to notice the remaining villain approach you. A sharp pain seared through the side of your neck and your head whipped around to see it’s hand things sink into you. Only having a few seconds before you were in the state Iida was in, you acted quick. Deciding to land a lethal blow with your quirk into the villain before sending up an emergency flare. Then your vision began to grow dark, the vignette around your eyes slowly closing in until you fell unconscious.
When you awoke, you were in a hospital bed and you immediately realized your wrists were tied to the bed. The nurse in a hazmat suit informed you that you had been affected by a quirk.
“Am I contagious?” You ask, your voice scratchy from lack of use
He gave a deep sigh and brought his hand up to the clear covering over his face.
“We do not believe so. However, we do believe you are a danger to others.” He told you
“So I am contagious.” You hesitantly say
He gave a slight shake of his head before looking up at the ceiling. As if asking for help from some higher power. His head fell back down and his eyes met yours.
“How much do you know about vampires?” He asked
“Like that Edward guy from Twilight?” You questioned, your brows furrowed
He snorted, shaking his head inside of the protective gear.
“That’s one example, yeah.” He admitted
You waited in silence for a few moments, giving him a moment to form an explanation.
“The doctor will explain in more detail once morning arrives. However, it is believed you and your hero partner were impacted by a quirk that emulates the symptoms of vampirism on its victims.” He explained
You couldn’t believe that this was real. Out of all the insane quirks you had seen in your time, never had you heard of one that could turn someone into a vampire,
“Are the affects…..permanent….?” You hesitantly asked, holding back a gulp.
What if you failing to save Tenya Iida had put him out of the hero business for good? Sure, you had saved his life, but what good would that do if he had to give up his dreams? Destined to stay trapped inside forever for fear he might attempt to feast on humans.
“No, we believe the symptoms should fizzle out within three weeks. You both should be able to safely return to work in a month or so.” He informed you with a reassuring smile
That made your body physically loosen with relief, a deep sigh escaping your lips. Then a small thought prickled at the edges of your thoughts. If you and Iida had both been impacted by the quirk, did that mean you’d both be locked away from society for three weeks? Would they put you two together in quarantine? Certainly not, no, they couldn’t….
“You and Mr. Tenya Iida will be moved to a more comfortable location in the morning.” The nurse informed you, he must have seen the panic start to form on your face
Unfortunately his words did not do well to soothe your worries. You’d have to share an enclosed space with him? The hero you had been working under for four years. The one you had developed embarrassingly unprofessional feelings for. You couldn’t stand this idea.
You had already been avoiding prolonged interactions with Iida outside of missions and necessary press conferences. For you found when you lingered in his office too long, you began to focus on this large hands grazing across his keyboard. His bespectacled eyes filled with focus as he diligently typed out the mission report. A singular strand of hair slowly beginning to fall out of place onto his forehead. The sight of him like that made you nearly melt from across the desk.
Mow, you found yourself in something akin to a hotel suite with the pro-hero. Fate had been merciful in ensuring the suite had two separate rooms, making the fear of sleeping in the same space as him dissipate. Unfortunately, you two still shared the small open living space and kitchen that acted to connect the two rooms. As well as, and more devastatingly, a bathroom.
After the fifteenth time of rolling over and attempting to fall back asleep, you gave up. Rising from your bed, you went over to where you kept your clothing. You sifted through the casual garments you had brought to wear during your days in this forced stasis. You knew you needed to force yourself to get up every day and get dressed. This would prevent you from simply holing up in your bed and losing track of your sleep schedule. Although admittedly, you never got up this early.
Your hands found the desired pieces of clothing, then they found their way to your hygienic products. You wanted to start today off with a shower, hoping the soap and water wouldn’t only wash away sweat from sleep but also the memories too.
Walking out of your room, you approached the bathroom door. Your mind was already beginning to become pre-occupied with tasks you needed to complete today. Since you and Iida weren’t out on missions, you both were assisting in reviewing and approving other amateur hero reports. You had a long list to get to today, and your brain kept mentally checking it over and over.
Reaching for the door handle, your eyes opened in slight surprise as it turned on its own. The door opened inwards and before you could stop the momentum you had built up when readying to walk forward into the bathroom. You ran face first into Tenya Iida.
Your eyes were staring straight into his bare chest. Your free hand had come up on instinct and was now pressing against his muscular right arm. It all happened so fast, your brain barely had time to process the feeling of his still damp skin on your fingertips. The air between you two felt charged with electricity and was humid from the hot shower he had just taken. It smelled clean, you assumed like the scent of the body wash he had just used. You were completely stuck in this position, your brain failing to function.
It seemed to click for both of you at the same time that you two weren’t frozen in time. You instantly took quite a few steps back, turning your head downcast.
“I’m so sorry…” You quickly mumbled, your eyes catching on the towel wrapped around his waist
“No! It is not your fault.” He insisted, moving in few quick strides out of the bathroom and to his bedroom door
You caught a glimpse of his face which to you looked suspiciously red. Maybe it was from the heat of the shower or the embarrassment of the situation. Yeah, that was definitely it.
Stepping into the restroom you closed and locked the door. Setting your clothing down and moving about the space to place your hygienic products in the shower. Ensuring a clean towel hung on a nearby hanger and turning on the shower to a desirable temperature.
After undressing, you stepped into the refreshing water. It felt nice to let it roll down your skin. As you cleaned yourself, you really couldn’t shake the thought of seeing Iida’s chest and the feeling of your hand pressed against his arm. You tried to shove the thought away, it was highly unprofessional of you to think about such things. And yes, it lingered in your mind still.
After you finished bathing, you turned the shower knob off. Stepping out and drying yourself off with the towel before hanging it on the hook you had designated as yours at the start of staying with Iida.
While changing into your clothes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that was worming its way into your heart. It felt oddly domestic to share a bathroom with the pro-hero. For you both to have your designated hooks, agreed sides of the counter by the sink. It all just felt so…personal. You found yourself wondering what it would be like sharing more than just a temporary quarantine suite with him.
Shaking your head as you walk out of the bathroom, you move back into your room to place your pajamas away. Looking around the room, your gaze fell on your laptop and you let out a deep sigh. It was time to start on reviewing reports
—
You and Iida had been sitting at the small table in the open living and kitchen space for a few hours by now. Both exchanging thoughts and shared concerns on the various mission reports submitted by younger heroes.
Of course, he was efficient as always with the way he worked. You two surprisingly disagreed on little to nothing about the comments you would leave. Which made the entire process easier.
“It’s nice to know we think alike.” Iida admitted honestly with a small smile
“I think that examination you gave before hiring me should have proved that.” You snorted
He chuckled softly, his small smile reaching his royal blue eyes. His eyes, like your’s, had a reddish tint to them hinting at the affects of the villain’s quirk.
“I wanted to ensure the person I would be working with for the rest of my career had respectable beliefs.” He admitted
“So I have respectable beliefs?” You questioned with a teasing smile
“Well yes, aside from the media you choose to consume in your free time.” He replied honestly
Your eyebrows rose in surprise at his response.
“How do you know what media I choose to consume in my free time?” You questioned
“You left your streaming account logged in on the tv.” He said, his head nodding towards the television sitting in front of the small couch
“And you felt compelled to look through it?” You prompted him for an answer.
“I was only interested in finding something new to watch, that’s all. As I trust your judgement on many other matters, I thought it would hold true to entertainment recommendations.” He explained before taking a long sip of his orange juice
“Well, I apologize my watchlist does not meet your standards.” You snort, crossing your arms
You hear your stomach let out a loud grumble, which caused your face to slightly warm from embarrassment. Your body couldn’t have warned you in any other way that lunch time was approaching?
“It seems we are overdue for a meal.” He simply states before closing his computer.
He leans over to close your’s as well. Indicating you were going to take a break to eat with him whether you liked it or not.
“I can make soup.” You offer, standing to walk over to the small kitchen space
“I will assist you.” He forcibly offered his help, moving to pull a few necessary ingredients from the cabinets
You pulled your phone from your pocket to pull up your usual soup recipe for Iida to follow. Setting it against the wall under the cabinet, you got to work delegating each of you tasks.
You watched Iida meticulously measure ingredients for the broth. He meticulously poured and mixed as if it was the most important thing in the world. Leaning over and checking your phone, he moved to start on preparing the meat for the soup.
You were chopping the vegetables as of right now. The knock knock knock of the knife pressing against the cutting board as it sliced through the carrot. You had done this task a thousand times over, and allowed your eyes to focus on Iida. As he took the meat you both had set out to thaw out yesterday.
You felt a sudden sharp pain on your pointer finger. Wincing, you dropped the knife and pulled your hand towards yourself. The cut was a nasty one, nothing that couldn’t be fixed but it was bleeding profusely.
“Here, let me.” Iida offered
He walked you into the bathroom where the messily first aid kit was. Pulling the plastic container from one of the lower cabinets, he set it on the countertop. Taking your hand in his, you felt a jolt of electricity course through you.
Normally, Tenya Iida would have meticulously cleaned your wound before bandaging up. Instructing you to later change the bandage out and clean it against it doesn’t get infected. However, when his eyes fell on the bleeding cut of your finger, he froze.
You watched his face contort as if he was fighting against an invisible force. His hand shakes as it held your’s, and he looked away from your concerned gaze.
“Iida are you—?” You began before he cut you off
“Please forgive me, this is highly….” He began to state in his hard and unwavering voice
You watched his face slowly turn back towards you, his eyes finding the cut on your finger. His face slowly began to lower towards your hand and you stayed still. For a moment your brain assumed he was simply just inspecting the cut more throughly, typical Iida.
But then, you felt his lips meet the cut on your hand and goosebumps shot through your body. He gently sucked the blood out of the cut, an oddly satisfying sensation. You stared in disbelief (and shamefully a bit of wonder) as his lips were locked around the wound.
The scene was oddly intimate between you both and you weren’t sure what to think about it. Your face was blazing from heat. Finally, Iida pulled his lips away from your cut finger, his face leveling with your’s.
“I’m sorry….” He simply apologized
“It’s okay….really. You can’t help it, it’s that stupid….quirk’s affects.” You gave a forced laugh
You saw him internally beating himself up as he cleaned the cut. You knew he felt terrible about making the contact without verbally asking first. Truthfully you were not offended at all by the contact but you hesitated to tell him that. The last thing you needed was Iida figuring out you harbored affections for him
After your cut was bandaged, you both returned to the kitchen in awkward silence to continue making the soup.
—
You sat across from Iida now, both of your laptops forgotten as the afternoon turned into evening. A checkers board rested in the middle of the table, and you had just kicked his ass three games in a row.
“You’ve got to be cheating.” He insisted
“Questioning the honesty of your trusted sidekick? How insulting!” You teasingly gasped, saving offended
He let out a boisterous laugh, letting his head tilt back slightly. You wanted to freeze the moment and stare at him in such a bliss for hours.
“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to prove my superiority in other ways.” He said with a small smile
“And what other ways might that be?” You asked, leaning in slightly over the table
You both seemed to stare at each other for a moment, the silence of the shared living space enveloping you both. You watched his eyes slowly lover to your lips for a moment before quickly reverting up to your eyes.
With an awkward cough, he leaned back in his chair. You moved to do the same.
“A game of chess?” He suggested
“Absolutely not. I’d rather watch a documentary on the formation of pinecones.” You replied with an eye roll
“That can be arranged.” He jokingly said
You both decided to take your dinner after failing to agree on another activity to pass the time. Sharing bowls of the leftover soup and savoring its rich flavor. You had enjoyed making such a delicious dish with Iida. Sure, you had made it a thousand times prior, but something about it tasted different this time. A foolish thought considering you knew Iida had followed the instructions on the recipe to the letter. However, that fact did not prevent you from believing this soup was better.
“Would you like a watch a movie tonight?” You asked
It isn’t like either of you had anything better to do. Now approaching on your third week trapped together, you had both exhausted all of your overtime work you could have done.
“Yes, that would be enjoyable. Perhaps a movie about the formation about pinecones?” He asked with a small grin
“No.” You insisted
“Well, what do you propose?” He prompted you
“Hm….” You thought aloud
You weren’t sure what to recommend considering you weren’t fully aware of Iida’s tastes beyond you knew he enjoyed informational media.
“I suggest we both change into more comfortable clothing for the night then reconvene to make a decision.” He stated, standing from the table with his empty bowl
“Sounds good to me.” You replied, doing the same
Moving about your room, you found your pajamas. You noticed an ink stain on the top you had grabbed and grumbled. You’d need to remember to try and wash that out once you returned home.
After changing, you went to sit on the couch with your phone. Determined to have a few recommendations ready to present to Iida. Flipping through all of your recently watched things, you couldn’t find anything that felt right. Even movies you had rated five stars just seemed to not be up to par for a worthy recommendation. Realistically you knew that it wasn’t this serious of a predicament, but your heart said otherwise.
You glanced over to see Iida in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror while shaving. You chuckled to yourself, it wasn’t like he had much to shave off. Then again, he was particular about many things in his life. It made sense that keeping a clean shaven face was one of them.
“Ah!” You heard him grunt as he lowered the razor
You got up from your place on the couch to investigate the situation.
“You okay?” You asked, moving to step beside him
“I thought I saw a fly and went to swat it away. Of course, I used my hand with the razor…and…” He explained
He was wiping the shaving cream off of his face when you noticed the cut he had made in his cheek. It was already beginning to drip with gorgeously crimson blood. It was in this moment you felt your eyes starting to fixate on the red liquid forming on his cheek.
“I….I can clean it for you. As a thank you….for…..earlier.” You struggled to speak, your eyes fixated on the blood
He nodded, moving to retrieve the first aid kit. You forced yourself to look at the medical supplies resting in the container. Choosing a disinfectant wipe to clean the cut with, you opened its package and looked back at him.
You didn’t even manage to reach into the small packaging and pull the wipe out before your face was inches from his cheek. You understood now the intense need he had felt earlier. It was as if his blood was the only thing in the world right now, your focus singularly pinpointed on it.
You felt him lay a gentle hand on your shoulder before speaking in a quiet voice.
“You can…..extract the blood…if you wish.” He stated plainly, his voice thick with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint
You leaned in and your lips met his cheek. Your mouth contorted as you sucked the cut, gently drawing the blood out of it. The crimson liquid tasted like heaven on your tongue, you wanted nothing more than to do this forever. But soon you felt the cut devoid of its blood and you pulled away, your face scorching from the heat of the moment.
You looked up at Iida and noticed how red his face was. His chest heaved from heavy breathes and his eyes wandered around the room before meeting your’s.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I know that you care about professionalism and I just—“ You began to ramble before he cut you off
“Will you kiss me?” He asked, his voice strained with shame and something else
You searched his eyes, they looked to have a mixture of helpless pleading and hesitation.
“Iida…..” You began
“Please call me Tenya.” He interjected
You stood still, suspended in this moment. This wasn’t the first time Iida had told you that you could call him by his first name. Sure, it had been because you were his trusted sidekick and he valued you as a work partner. However, now it felt much different, much more emotionally charged.
“Are you sure you want me to kiss you?” You asked, leaning in close
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, ever.” He replied quietly
So you closed the distance between the both of you. Sharing a slow and soft kiss with Tenya Iida. It seemed to drag on for hours, when in reality it wasn’t but a few seconds before you were both pulling away.
“…..about that movie?” You breathlessly inquired
You felt Iida lean back in, silently asking you for another kiss. You obliged the hero’s request with a warm smile. Maybe you two could watch something another night.
synopsis: your pathetic boyfriend, Tenya, misses you after barely two hours without you.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), masturbation, semi-public masturbation, phone sex, panty sniffing, footjob, teasing, cowgirl, missionary, sucking nipples, breeding kink, eating pussy, fingering, mating press, praise, creampie, aftercare, Tenya has a big dick, Tenya is pathetic for you
a/n: Thanks for the request! It was so much fun to write, yum 😋 I didn't even think I'd write so many words 😭 I think Tenya would be truly pathetic for his girl (so for me 🤭)
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You’re getting ready for a girls’ night out at a chic bar downtown. You love this ritual: feeling beautiful, powerful, and desirable. Even though you’re in a relationship with Tenya, you’ve never felt like you had to give up that feeling.
You’re standing in front of your large vanity, wearing only the tight black dress you just slipped on. It hugs your curves perfectly, short enough to highlight your legs.
He’s never asked you to deprive yourself. On the contrary, he loves seeing you shine, go out, laugh with your friends. It’s part of what he loves about you. Besides, what right would he have to forbid you from going out?
You adjust your earrings, then apply one last layer of gloss. Your signature combo lip that makes your mouth irresistible.
Even before he says a word, you feel his burning gaze on you. Tenya is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his imposing chest. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms. His blue eyes slowly glide over your reflection in the mirror, from your ankles to your face, with palpable intensity.
“You look stunning, darling…” he murmurs in a deeper voice than usual.
You meet his gaze in the mirror and can’t hold back a satisfied smile. You know exactly what effect you have on him. You turn slightly.
“Thank you, my love. I’ll try not to come home too late.”
He approaches slowly, as if drawn by a magnet. His large hands settle on your hips, firm and warm. He leans in, his chest brushing your back, and buries his face in your neck to breathe in your perfume.
“Mh… okay, darling,” he breathes against your skin. He kisses your neck then tries for your lips but stops just before, eyes fixed on your perfectly made-up lips in the reflection. “I almost…”
You laugh softly, amused. “For once, you remembered.” Tenya smiles against your skin, that slightly sheepish smile that makes you melt every time. “Last time I kissed you after you did your lips, I got scolded by you.”
“I didn’t even hurt you, idiot,” you reply, laughing. “I have no strength compared to you.”
He gently turns you in his arms to face him. His hands slide down your back, dangerously low on the curve of your ass. His body is warm, imposing. You clearly feel against your stomach how aroused he is. His already hard cock strains against his pants.
“You wounded me with love, darling,” he murmurs in that half-serious, half-teasing tone he masters so well. “Shut up,” you say, giggling, placing your hands on his muscular chest.
But instead of pulling away, you slowly caress his pecs through his shirt. Tenya lowers his head, his gaze darkened by desire. He runs his thumb just under your lower lip, carefully avoiding touching your lips.
“I don’t know how I’m going to survive a whole evening without you,” he admits more quietly. His voice is hoarse, loaded. “You’re too beautiful. It should be illegal to go out like that.” His hands move up your ribs, brushing the underside of your breasts. He looks at you as if he wants to devour you on the spot.
“I already want to pin you on that bed, lift this dress and fuck you slowly until you can’t walk…” He swallows, jaw clenched. “But I’ll behave. For this time.”
He leans down and places a series of light kisses on your jaw, your temple, your collarbone, breathing in your scent deeply as if trying to memorize it for the next few hours.
“I’m going to miss you terribly, you know,” he murmurs right against your ear. His voice becomes more intimate, almost vulnerable. “The apartment is going to be too empty. Too quiet.”
His fingers slide over your nape, gently caressing your skin. You feel his heart beating hard against your palm resting on his chest. He’s fighting himself, torn between the pride of letting you enjoy your evening and the visceral urge to keep you here with him.
You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself a little more against his warm, solid body. “I’ll send you messages, I promise.”
“I hope you have fun… really,” he says sincerely, even though his voice betrays how tense he already is. “But know that I’m going to count every minute.”
He kisses your forehead one last time, lingering, then reluctantly steps back a little, his hands sliding slowly down your arms as if he doesn’t want to let go.
Tenya doesn’t pull away completely. His hands stay on your hips, his thumbs slowly caressing the thin fabric of your dress. His gaze is darker now, almost hungry.
“You’re really going out like that?” he murmurs, sliding his palms over your ass and squeezing gently. “This dress… it’s way too perfect on you. All eyes are going to be on you…”
You smile, amused and flattered by his quiet possessiveness. “So what? You know very well that I only want you.”
He lets out a slight growl, a hoarse sound that vibrates in his chest. He pulls you closer again until you clearly feel his hard, hot erection against your stomach.
He’s really turned on, and it’s only been a few minutes since he started watching you get ready.
“I know,” he breathes against your temple. “But that doesn’t stop me from being frustrated. Look at what state you put me in…”
He takes your hand and slowly guides it to his pants. You feel under your fingers the thick, rigid shape of his throbbing cock. Tenya closes his eyes for a moment when you caress him over the fabric.
“See?” he says in a lower, almost pleading voice. “I’ve been like this since I saw you. And you’re going to leave like it’s nothing…”
You continue to stroke him slowly, feeling his breathing grow heavier. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed.
“Stay a little longer,” he murmurs. “Just five minutes…”
Without really waiting for your answer, he easily lifts you and sits you on the edge of your vanity. The perfume bottles and makeup products shake slightly. He positions himself between your legs, spreading your thighs with his hips.
“Tenya…” you say, laughing softly, “I’m going to be late.”
“I know. I already feel bad. Punctuality and respecting your friends’ time is important but… I don’t care right now,” he says as his lips descend to your neck, placing hot, wet kisses. His hands slide under your dress, caressing the inside of your thighs with torturous slowness.
“You’re already hot…” he growls against your skin when his fingers brush your panties. “You’re already wet for me, baby?”
You bite your lip, trying not to moan. His fingers press a little harder, gently rubbing your clit over the fabric. “Tenya… not now, I have to leave…”
“Just a little,” he almost begs. His voice has become hoarse, desperate. “I need to touch you. I need to feel you before you leave. Otherwise I’m going to go crazy all evening.”
He pushes your panties aside and slides two thick fingers between your soaked lips. You let out a small sigh of pleasure. He starts fingering you slowly, deeply, while kissing your throat and jaw.
“Fuck… you’re soaked,” he breathes, breathing ragged. “How am I supposed to let you leave when your pussy is like this?”
His movements become more insistent. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out fills the room. With his other hand, he opens his pants and pulls out his thick, hard cock. He starts stroking himself slowly in front of you, at the same rhythm as he fingers you.
“Look what you do to me,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are burning. “I’m already ready to cum just from touching you.”
You wrap your hand around his thick length and stroke him at the same time. Tenya moans louder, hips instinctively pushing into your palm.
“Baby…” he growls, “if you keep going like this, I’m really not going to let you leave. I’m going to fuck you on this vanity until your makeup is ruined.”
His fingers penetrate you faster, curled to hit that sensitive spot inside you. You feel your pleasure rising quickly, your thighs trembling around him.
He kisses you just under your ear, voice broken: “Tell me you’re coming home early… Tell me you’re going to think about me all evening. Because me, I’m only going to think about this… about you, about your tight pussy, about your moans…”
You feel he’s already close, his cock throbbing hard in your hand. He’s really turned on, almost too much. His body is tense, his muscles bulging under his shirt.
“I’ll come home early,” you breathe between two sighs. “Promise.”
Tenya gently withdraws his fingers, brings them to his mouth and licks them with an intense look, as if he wants to taste you as much as possible before you leave.
He steps back a little, breathing heavily, his cock still erect and glistening with precum.
He looks at you for a long moment, as if engraving this image of you in his memory: sitting on the vanity, dress hiked up, lips parted, visibly aroused.
“Go have fun, my love,” he finally says, voice still hoarse. “But know that I’m going to be in a pathetic state all evening.”
“You’re… incorrigible baby,” you say, laughing, still breathless. You place a hand on his chest to gently push him back. “And desperate.”
Tenya lets out a low, almost embarrassed chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck. His face is still flushed, his eyes shining with frustration and desire. He looks at you for a long moment, as if he’s really hesitating to let you leave.
“Guilty as charged,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “You drive me crazy and especially desperate, that’s all.”
He carefully adjusts your dress, running his large hands over your hips to put it back in place. He takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm down. His still-hard cock continues to strain his pants, but he steps back, giving you space.
“Go on… have fun with your friends,” he finally says, voice still a little hoarse. “I won’t hold you back any longer. But know that it’s costing me a lot.”
He walks you to the front door, one hand resting on the small of your back. Before you leave, he pulls you against him one last time for a tight hug, breathing in your scent in your hair.
“Have fun, my love. And be careful.”
“Yes, don’t worry,” you say, smiling at him and placing a quick kiss on his cheek, then you leave the apartment, heart still racing from the tension he built up.
…
About twenty minutes later, you arrive at the chic bar where your friends are already waiting. The place is elegant: dim lighting, lounge music, velvet booths and colorful cocktails. Your friends greet you with excited screams and compliments on your outfit.
“Fuck, look at you! You look so hot!” one of them exclaims, pulling you into a hug.
You settle at your reserved table, and the atmosphere quickly becomes light and joyful. You order the first round of cocktails, laugh while sharing your latest work stories, couple anecdotes, and dance a little on the floor when a catchier song plays. You feel good, relaxed, powerful. You laugh loudly, clink glasses, and fully enjoy the moment.
But your phone vibrates in your bag.
My robot💕👀 (21:47)
Did you arrive safely?
You smile and reply quickly:
You: yes I just got here everything’s fine baby ❤️
My robot💕👀 (21:49)
Perfect. Have fun. I miss you already.
You put your phone away and go back to your friends, but the messages keep coming throughout the evening.
My robot💕👀 (22:12)
The house is too quiet without you. I tried to read a book but I can’t concentrate.
My robot💕👀 (22:28)
You’re still so beautiful in my head. That dress looks too good on you. I should have kept you here with me.
You laugh softly while reading his messages, a little surprised by his honesty tonight. Usually he’s more reserved, even if he’s affectionate.
You: You’re so cute. I’ll be home soon promise
My robot💕👀 (22:41)
I’m not cute. I’m desperate for you.
My robot💕👀 (22:42)
I can’t stop thinking about you on the vanity earlier… about my hand between your thighs. You were so wet.
You can’t stop the heat rising in you. Your friends are chatting and laughing next to you, but you’re staring at your screen, cheeks slightly flushed.
My robot💕👀 (23:03)
Come back soon plss. I need you.
My robot💕👀 (23:10)
I’m going crazy here all alone.
My robot💕👀 (23:14)
I can’t think about anything but you.
My robot💕👀 (23:17)
I still have your perfume on me. It’s driving me insane.
My robot💕👀 (23:22)
Come back soon my love. Please. Please?
Your friends, who are sipping their cocktails, notice you looking at your screen for the umpteenth time. You smile to yourself without realizing their looks, biting your straw while reading. The heat in your belly returns slowly.
Your friends, who aren’t blind, eventually notice your constantly vibrating phone and your attention on it.
“Well well!” your best friend says, raising an amused eyebrow. “Who’s sending you so many messages? Is your man spamming you?”
You nod, a little embarrassed. The other girls lean toward you, curious and teasing. “Yesss, show us!” one of the curious girls asks. “Is he jealous? Does he want to know who you’re dancing with?”
You laugh, a little embarrassed but mostly amused by the situation. You put your phone screen-down on the table. “He’s… a bit needy tonight. Usually he’s calmer, but tonight he won’t stop.” you admit, laughing.
“Is he sending ‘I love you’ messages or ‘I want to fuck you in every room of the apartment, come back now’ messages?” your friend says.
You blush slightly and shrug, laughing harder. “A mix of both… He saw me getting ready earlier and… let’s just say he had a hard time letting me leave. He even told me he was going crazy alone at home.”
The girls burst out laughing.
“Tenya? The Tenya we know? The super serious and proper one? I never would have thought he’d be like that! It’s too cute.”
“Cute and hot at the same time,” another adds, elbowing you. “Enjoy, girl. That man is clearly addicted to you.”
You all laugh together, and you quickly tell them about the vanity scene without going into details, which makes them laugh even harder. The atmosphere is light, complicit, and joyful.
A little later, a more rhythmic song starts. Your best friend pulls you by the hand. “Come on! Let’s dance, that’ll take your mind off your horny boyfriend!”
You laugh and follow her to the small dance floor of the bar. The lights are dim, the bass resonates in your chest. You let yourself go, moving with her, laughing when she makes exaggerated moves. You feel good and free.
That’s when your phone vibrates in your hand. This time, it’s not a message. It’s a call. It’s Tenya.
You answer while still dancing lightly in place, a smile on your lips.
“Hello?” you say, a little breathless from dancing. At first, you hear nothing but his breathing. Heavy breathing. Hoarse. Irregular. “Tenya?” you ask, frowning slightly.
Then you hear him clearly: a low, muffled groan, followed by a trembling sigh. His voice finally comes through, low, almost painful: “Baby… fuck…”
You stop dancing completely. Your friend continues a little further, signaling you to join her, but you stay planted there, phone pressed to your ear.
His breathing is ragged, fast. You hear the characteristic sound of skin against skin in the background, slow and wet. “Tenya… don’t tell me you’re…” you murmur, eyes wide.
A long moan escapes him, which he’s clearly trying to contain. “Yes…” he breathes. “I couldn’t take it anymore… I waited as long as possible but… your voice, your dress, earlier… uhh I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”
You swallow, immediately feeling a wave of heat between your legs. Around you, the music plays, your friends dance, but everything suddenly seems distant.
His hand continues its movement, the sound clearer now that you’re paying attention. Small wet noises, regular, getting faster and faster.
“I tried to hold back…” he growls, voice hoarse. “But I can’t cum. I need to hear you. I need you too much…”
You hear him panting harder, almost desperate. “Talk to me… even just a little… Say something, baby. Please.”
You stay frozen on the dance floor, phone glued to your ear, while Tenya’s ragged breathing fills your head. Your friends signal you to come back, but you shake your head and make a quick hand gesture to tell them you’ll be back.
“Wait two seconds,” you murmur to Tenya. You slip between the people, heart pounding, and quickly head to the bar’s bathrooms. Luckily the bathrooms are clean and empty. You lock yourself in the last stall at the back and lean back against the door.
“I’m in the bathroom now,” you finally breathe. A relieved groan escapes him. “Good… I didn’t want your friends to hear you.”
His voice is even hoarser than before. You clearly hear the wet, rhythmic sound of his hand sliding over his cock.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you when you get home,” he asks, almost pleading. “I need to imagine…”
You close your eyes, feeling your body react violently to his voice. Your free hand slowly slides down your dress.
“When I get home…” you begin in a low, sensual voice, “I want you to pin me against the wall as soon as I walk through the door. Without saying a word. You’ll lift my dress up to my waist and take off my panties.”
Tenya lets out a louder moan. “Continue…”
“You’ll finger me, like earlier on the vanity, but deeper. I want your thick fingers filling me while you kiss my neck. And after… I want you to put me on my knees. I want your dick in my mouth. Slowly at first, then harder. I want to feel you at the back of my throat while you pull my hair.”
You hear him breathing faster, his hand speeding up on his cock. “Fuck… yes…”
“And then,” you continue, slightly lifting your dress, “I want you to fuck me. Hard. In one of the rooms of the apartment. I want you to take me from behind while holding my hips. I want to feel your balls slapping against me with every thrust.”
You slide your hand into your panties. You’re soaked. Your fingers brush your swollen clit and you let out a small sigh. Tenya notices immediately.
“Baby… what are you doing?” he asks, voice broken with excitement. “Tell me…”
You bite your lip, hesitating for a second, then confess while sliding a finger between your wet lips.
“I’m touching myself…” you murmur. “I’m all wet because of you. I’ve lifted my dress and I have my hand in my panties.”
A deep groan escapes him. “Oh shit… Are you serious?”
“Yes…” You circle your fingers on your clit, then push one inside you. “I wish it was your fingers instead of mine…”
Tenya breathes loudly, almost animalistic. The sound of his hand becomes faster, wetter.
“You know what I’m doing right now?” he suddenly says, voice ashamed but terribly excited.
“No… tell me.”
He hesitates for a moment, then confesses in a breath: “I have one of your panties… the one you wore last night. The black lace one. I took it from the laundry basket when you left. I… I’m smelling it while I jerk off.”
Your stomach contracts violently with desire at hearing that. “Tenya… you’re- fuck.” you breathe, shocked and excited at the same time. You push a second finger inside you, imagining the scene.
“It still smells like you… your pussy…” he growls, almost desperate. “I’m holding it against my face and breathing deeply while I jerk off. I’m pathetic… but I can’t stop. I need you so much, my love.”
You speed up your movements, your fingers sliding in and out faster, your swollen, sensitive clit under your thumb. You press your forehead against the stall door, legs trembling, while continuing to finger yourself faster and faster.
Tenya breathes hard into the phone, almost like he’s running. His voice becomes deeper, dirtier, while the wet sound of his hand on his cock speeds up.
“Fuck, baby… you’re fingering yourself in the bathroom of a bar? Instead of being with your friends? You’re really a little slut in heat tonight…”
“Shut up. It’s because of you.” You close your eyes, biting your lower lip hard to hold back a moan. Your fingers slide faster between your soaked lips, your swollen clit under your thumb.
“Tenya…” you breathe, voice trembling.
“I love when you say my name like that,” he growls. “Imagine if I was there… I’d pin you against that door, lift your dress and fuck you so hard the whole bar would hear you screaming. I’d fill you with my big cock and my cum. You want me to fill you up, baby? Say it.”
Your legs start trembling violently. You sit on the toilet so you don’t collapse and push your two fingers deeper, trying to replicate what he’s describing.
“Yes I want that.” you murmur, panting. “I want you to fill me Ten-…” You can no longer hold back completely. A small high-pitched moan escapes you. You clench your teeth right after, hoping the bar’s music covers the sound.
Suddenly, your phone vibrates. Tenya is requesting a FaceTime call. “Accept it,” he almost orders. “I want to see you.”
Heart pounding, you accept the video call. The image appears. Tenya is sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, pants open. His face is red, hair messy, blue eyes completely dilated with desire. He holds his phone with one hand and with the other…
He’s slowly jerking off with your black lace panties wrapped around his cock. His cock is thick, veined, red, glistening with precum. He squeezes the fabric of your panties against his skin while sliding his hand up and down.
“Look…” he breathes, bringing the camera a little closer. “Look what you do to me. I’m jerking off with your dirty panties. It still smells like you.”
You swallow, hypnotized by the image. Your hand speeds up between your thighs. “Tenya… fuck…” you murmur, voice broken.
He points the camera closer to his face while continuing to stroke himself. He inhales deeply, eyes half-closed.
“Mmmh… your smell drives me crazy. I want to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop. I want to lick you everywhere, push my tongue inside you and make you cum on my mouth. And then I’ll turn you over and fuck you the way you deserve. You want that, huh? Say it.”
You have trouble speaking. Your fingers move faster, your thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles. You try to hold back your moans, but they still come out, higher, more desperate.
“Yes… yes I want that…” you manage to articulate. “please Tenya…”
Tenya groans, his hand speeding up on his cock. The panties are now completely wrapped around his head, absorbing his precum.
“Show me,” he demands. “Lower the camera a bit. Show me your hand in your panties. I want to see how wet you are.”
You hesitate for a second, then lower the phone slightly. He can now see your dress hiked up on your hips, your panties pushed aside and your fingers plunging between your glistening lips.
“Fuck… look at that pussy… so wet…” he moans. “You’re making a mess of your hand. I wish I was there to drink your juices.”
Your legs start trembling violently. You feel the orgasm rising very fast, almost too strong. “Tenya… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” you breathe, voice strangled.
“Go ahead baby, cum for me,” he growls, his hand moving faster and faster. “Cum while looking at my dick wrapped in your panties. I’m going to cum too… fuck…”
You can’t hold it anymore. Your body tenses brutally. You cum hard, biting your arm to stifle a long, trembling moan. Your walls contract violently around your fingers, an intense pleasure running through you.
At the same moment, Tenya lets out a deep, animalistic groan. His cock pulses in his hand. Long, thick, hot jets of cum shoot out, landing on your panties, his stomach and his hand. He continues stroking himself through his orgasm, face twisted in pleasure, eyes fixed on you.
For several seconds, only your ragged breaths fill the silence.
Then his voice returns, low, pleading, still breathless: “Baby… come back, please… I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need to feel you for real, to kiss you, to fuck you properly. I’m going crazy without you. Come back now… I’m begging you.”
He looks at you with almost vulnerable eyes, his hand still on his half-hard cock, your panties completely soiled with his cum.
“I-…” you finally murmur, voice still trembling. “I’m coming back. I’m coming home now.” Visible relief passes over his face. He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.
“Thank you… fuck, thank you. Be careful on the way, okay? But hurry. I still want you.”
You hang up after a few tender words. You stay a little longer in the stall, legs weak, heart pounding. You clean yourself up and quickly touch up your makeup in the bathroom mirror, adjust your dress and try to regain a normal expression, even though your cheeks are still flushed and your thighs a little shaky.
When you return to the main room, your friends are still on the dance floor or sitting at the table, cocktail in hand. One of your friends sees you coming back and immediately raises her eyebrows.
“So? Was that Tenya on the phone? You disappeared for twenty minutes!” she says with a big curious smile.
You laugh, a little embarrassed, grabbing your bag. “Yes… it was Tenya. He… uh… he’s not feeling well tonight. I’m going to head home earlier, girls. Sorry.”
One bursts out laughing and elbows you. “Not feeling well? As in ‘I want you too much, come back right now’? We saw your idiot smile when you came back from the bathroom! You’re all flushed pervert.”
The other girls gently tease you, making jokes about “urgent needs” and “horny men.” You laugh with them, face burning, while hugging them one by one.
“You guys are dumb… Alright, I love you. We’ll do this again very soon, promise.”
“Yeah, but next time tell Tenya to last more than two hours!” your friend says with a wink.
You wave one last time and leave the bar, heart pounding with anticipation. You call an Uber to go home.
During the ten-minute wait and the whole ride, you stay silent on the back seat, legs squeezed together. Your body is still sensitive, your soaked panties sticking to your skin. You feel a little pathetic… leaving your friends like this, in the middle of the evening to go fuck.
The Uber finally stops in front of your building. You quickly thank the driver and run up the stairs almost at a sprint. As soon as you slide your key into the lock, the door opens abruptly.
Tenya is there.
He doesn’t even give you time to fully enter. As soon as you cross the threshold, he pins you against the door that slams violently behind you. His large hands cup your face, and he kisses you as if his life depends on it.
It’s a hungry, desperate, almost brutal kiss. His tongue immediately forces its way in, caressing yours with urgency. He moans into your mouth, a hoarse and vulnerable sound that makes you melt.
“You came back…” he murmurs against your lips between two voracious kisses. “Thank you… fuck, thank you…” hearing him swear like that does something to you.
His hands immediately move down your body. One grips your waist, the other slides under your dress to grab your ass. He lifts you slightly, pressing you even harder against the door. You feel his massive erection, already hard, moving against your stomach through his sweatpants.
Tenya kisses your neck, nibbling your skin, breathing in your scent like an addict. Then, without another word, he drops to his knees in front of you.
It’s almost comical and terribly cute at the same time. This tall man who is usually so proper, so serious, is now on his knees on the entryway floor, looking up at you with an expression that is both pathetic and burning with desire.
“Tenya…” you breathe, voice already hoarse.
He doesn’t answer. His hands tremble slightly with impatience as he lifts your dress up to your waist, revealing your soaked panties. He groans at the sight.
“You’re soaked… because of me.”
Without waiting for your answer, he grabs the fabric on both sides and pulls hard. The panties almost tear, sliding down your legs. He throws them aside and spreads your thighs with a possessive gesture.
His mouth immediately lands on your pussy. His hot, wide tongue slides between your soaked lips in one long, slow stroke, collecting all your juices. At the same time, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you.
You let out a high-pitched moan, head falling back against the door. Tenya moans against your flesh, the sound vibrating directly on your clit.
He fingers you deeply, curling his fingers to massage that sensitive spot inside while his tongue licks and sucks your swollen bud. He alternates between long, flat strokes of his tongue, then quick circles around your clit.
You look down at him. The sight is almost too much for your mind. Tenya, on his knees, face buried between your thighs, eyes half-closed in pleasure, breathing ragged.
He devours you like a starving man, with wet, obscene sounds that fill the entryway. His broad shoulders tremble slightly, and his hips move instinctively against nothing, as if he can’t control his arousal.
You slide one hand, then both, into his short hair. You tug gently, holding him against your pussy. He moans louder in response, doubling his efforts. His fingers pound you deeper, faster, making a wet sound with every thrust.
“Tenya… it feels so good!- ugh..” you moan, legs trembling.
He lifts his face for a moment, glistening with your arousal. His lips are swollen, his chin shines, and his eyes are almost glassy with desire and relief.
“I couldn’t wait any longer…” he breathes, voice broken. “I needed to taste you so badly. You taste so good… I could get addicted to you baby, even though I already am.”
He dives back in immediately, more voracious. His tongue flattens against your clit while his fingers fuck you relentlessly. He sucks, licks, gently nibbles your lips, completely lost between your thighs.
He is pathetic in his devotion, and it drives you crazy: the strong, perfect hero reduced to his knees, silently begging you with his mouth and fingers.
You pull harder on his hair, your hips moving instinctively against his face. Your thighs tremble around his head. The pressure rises dangerously, your belly contracting in stronger and stronger waves.
Tenya senses you’re about to break. He doesn’t slow down for a second. On the contrary, he doubles his intensity. His thick fingers pound you deeper, perfectly curled to rub your G-spot with every pass, while his tongue works furiously on your swollen clit.
Your hands clench in his hair, pulling almost hard now. Your thighs tremble violently around his head, your hips moving against his mouth.
“Tenya…! I’m gonna… mhh uh I’m gonna…!” you manage to moan, voice broken.
He groans against your pussy, as if to encourage you, and pushes a third finger inside you. The sudden stretch, combined with his tongue that never stops flattering your hypersensitive clit, makes you tip over.
The orgasm hits you like a powerful wave. Your body tenses brutally, your walls contracting violently around his fingers.
You cum hard, very hard, a long muffled cry escaping your throat as your pleasure explodes. A small hot jet escapes from you, soaking his chin and fingers even more.
Your legs almost give out. You cling to his hair and the door behind you to keep from falling, body shaking with spasms.
Tenya slowly slows his movements, continuing to lick you tenderly to accompany you as you come down. He carefully withdraws his fingers, but stays on his knees, face buried between your thighs. He kisses the inside of your left thigh, then the right, slowly, with almost religious devotion.
He lifts his head slightly toward you, chin and lips glistening with your juices and your orgasm. A proud, almost awed smile stretches his lips. His blue eyes shine with love and satisfaction.
“Good, my love…” he murmurs, kissing your trembling thigh again. “You came so well for me. Look at you… you’re so beautiful when you cum like that. So perfect.”
He continues to cover your thighs with warm, wet kisses, slowly moving up toward your stomach, while caressing your hips with his large hands.
He stays on his knees for a moment, looking up at you with that adoring and pathetic gaze that makes you melt. His hair is messy from your hands, his chest rising rapidly, and his erection strains his sweatpants.
After a few moments, he slowly stands up, towering over you again with his full height. He kisses you deeply, making you taste your own pleasure on his tongue. You return his kiss with the same intensity, your hands sliding over his bare, muscular chest.
You nibble his lower lip before pulling back slightly, a playful smile on your lips despite your still trembling legs. “Come on,” you murmur in a hoarse voice.
You take his hand and lead him to the living room. Tenya follows without resistance, his massive erection clearly straining his gray sweatpants. You sit in the middle of the couch, legs slightly spread, your dress still hiked up on your hips. With a look, you indicate the floor in front of you.
Tenya understands immediately. He kneels between your legs, eyes raised toward you with that irresistible mix of burning desire and vulnerability that makes you even wetter. He is so tall, so imposing, and yet on his knees in front of you.
“Take off your sweatpants,” you order softly, but with clear authority in your voice. “I want your cock.”
Tenya swallows, cheeks red. He slides his thumbs under the waistband and lowers his pants in one smooth motion, freeing his thick cock that springs out, heavy, thick and curved toward him. It pulses in the air, the swollen head glistening with precum already running down the main vein. His balls are tight, full.
You smile seeing him so hard, so desperate. You kick off your heels and slowly place your bare foot against his chest, sliding it down gradually until his cock. With the tip of your toes, you brush his burning length.
“Look at you…” you murmur, laughing softly, voice teasing. “On your knees in front of me. You were so pathetic tonight Tenya. I was really surprised.”
He moans weakly when your foot slides lower. You press the sole of your foot against his cock, pinning it against his stomach, and begin to stroke him slowly up and down. Your soft skin slides over his taut skin, spreading his precum over his entire length.
Tenya closes his eyes for a moment, jaw clenched, hands resting on your ankles as if afraid you’ll stop.
“Yes… I’m pathetic,” he confesses in a hoarse breath. “I’m pathetic for you… I couldn’t hold back all evening. You’re so beautiful darling.”
You smile softly, increasing the pressure of your foot. You slide your heel along his cock, then use the sole to massage it in slow, firm movements.
Your other foot joins the first. You press them together around his thick cock, forming a sort of sheath with your feet, and begin a slow footjob.
You move your feet up and down his length, squeezing just enough to torture him. With every movement, your big toe passes over his sensitive head, spreading the precum that now flows abundantly.
“Look at how much you’re leaking…” you continue, teasing him. “You’re really desperate, huh? You’re so cute.”
Tenya moans louder, hips instinctively pushing between your feet. He watches the sight with glassy eyes: your pretty pedicured feet stroking and masturbating his thick cock. His hands squeeze your ankles tighter, but he doesn’t take control. He lets you play with him.
You speed up the movement a little, alternating between firm pressure and lighter, teasing caresses. Sometimes you stop completely, leaving just your foot resting on his throbbing cock, feeling it pulse against your arch. Then you resume, more slowly, to frustrate him even more.
Tenya breathes hard, chest rising rapidly. Beads of sweat pearl on his forehead. His cock is even harder, more swollen between your feet, the head almost purple and leaking.
“You like that, huh? Being on your knees in front of me while I play with your pathetic cock with my feet…” you murmur, looking him straight in the eyes, a mischievous smile on your lips.
You continue to torture him with your feet. Your feet slide easily over his cock thanks to all the precum now flowing abundantly. You feel every vein throbbing against your soft skin, every contraction of his cock between your arches.
You squeeze your feet tighter around his thick cock. Your big toe regularly rubs his sensitive head, spreading the clear liquid that doesn’t stop flowing. You feel he’s very close.
A few moments later, Tenya suddenly tenses. A long, deep groan escapes his throat. His cock pulses violently between your feet and he cums hard. Long, thick, hot jets of cum shoot out, landing on your feet, your ankles and even a bit on your calves. He continues moaning as you maintain the pressure, making it last as long as possible.
When he finally finishes, he stays there, on his knees, panting loudly. His muscular chest rises rapidly, his face is red, his glassy eyes fixed on you with a mix of adoration and shame. His still half-hard cock rests against your foot, covered in his own cum.
You smile at him, a satisfied and slightly sadistic smile. You slowly rub your feet together, spreading his cum on your skin, then deliberately wipe them on his stomach and chest, leaving shiny traces on his abs.
“Look what you did… You got my feet all dirty.” you say, laughing softly. Tenya looks at you, still breathless, without protesting. “Come on,” you say, standing up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Once there, you gently push him so he sits on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of him, you slowly slide the straps of your black dress off your shoulders. The fabric slides down your body and falls at your feet, leaving you completely naked in front of him.
Tenya swallows, eyes wide open, admiring every curve of your body. You climb onto the bed, straddle him and sit directly on him, your knees on either side of his hips. His cock, already hardening again, ends up trapped between your two stomachs.
You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself against him. Tenya moans softly and immediately buries his face in your chest. His hot mouth closes on one of your breasts. He licks it slowly, at length, running his wide, flat tongue over your already hardened nipple. He then sucks it greedily, taking it deep into his mouth while caressing the other breast with his large hand.
“Mmmh…” he groans against your skin, voice muffled. He alternates between your two breasts, licking, sucking, gently nibbling them. His tongue is hot and insistent, tracing circles around your sensitive nipples before sucking them again.
You arch your back, pushing your chest harder against his face. Your hands slide into his hair, holding him against you while you begin to slowly roll your hips, rubbing your still wet pussy against his rapidly hardening cock between you.
Tenya is completely lost in your breasts. He licks, sucks, kisses every inch of skin, as if he can’t get enough. His hands squeeze your ass, guiding you in your movements against him.
“You have such perfect breasts my love…” he murmurs between two licks.
You continue moving slowly against him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his hard cock. Tenya groans against your breasts, his hands squeezing your ass with force. You lift yourself slightly, grab his thick cock with one hand and position it at the entrance of your pussy.
“Look at me,” you murmur as you slowly sink down on him. You impale yourself progressively on his thick length. A long moan escapes your throat as he stretches you completely. He is so big that you feel him everywhere, filling every inch of you.
“Fuck…” Tenya breathes, head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. “You’re so tight… so hot…”
You start riding him, moving up and down on his cock with smooth, deep movements. Your hands resting on his muscular chest to keep balance, you gradually speed up, making your ass slap against his thighs with every descent.
Tenya tries to hold back. His hands grip your hips, trying to slow your rhythm, jaw clenched.
“Wait… baby… if you keep going like this I’m not going to last…” he growls, voice hoarse.
But you don’t listen. You continue fucking him harder, rolling your hips, contracting your walls around him with every rise. Tenya finally cracks.
His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and he takes control. He lifts you almost completely before impaling you brutally on him, resuming a fast and powerful rhythm.
“Ah!” you cry out, surprised by the sudden force.
He fucks you deep, his hips rising to meet you with every thrust. The sound of skin against skin echoes in the room. With one hand, he slides between your bodies and starts rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb, in fast, firm circles.
“Yes… like that…” you moan loudly, head tilted back. Your moans become louder and more uncontrollable. Every powerful thrust makes your breasts bounce and sends waves of pleasure through your whole body.
Tenya looks at you with burning eyes, sweating, the muscles in his arms and chest tense. “Moan louder,” he orders in a deep voice. “I want to hear you. I don’t care about the neighbors. I want the whole building to know how well I’m fucking you.”
He speeds up even more, pounding you deeply and quickly while continuing to mercilessly massage your clit. You completely lose control. Your moans turn into high-pitched, desperate cries. “Tenya! Oh ugh- mhh fuck… yes!”
You lean forward and sink your teeth into his muscular shoulder to muffle your cries a little. You bite hard enough to draw a hoarse groan of pleasure from him. Small tears of pleasure pearl at the corners of your eyes as you whimper against his skin.
“Tenya… it’s too much… I… ah!” you whimper, voice broken, while continuing to get fucked violently.
He doesn’t slow down. On the contrary, he holds you firmly by the hips and hammers you even harder, his thumb rubbing your clit at full speed.
“Let go, baby,” he growls against your ear, voice breathless but authoritative. “Scream. Cry. Bite me. I want it all. I want you to cum screaming on my cock. Don’t hold back… the neighbors can listen to how good you feel because of me.”
You completely let go. Your moans and gasps fill the room as he fucks you relentlessly, deep, fast, brutal. Your nails scratch his back, your teeth stay planted in his shoulder, and your tears of pleasure run down his skin.
Tenya is completely lost in pleasure, but he keeps enough control to continue stimulating your clit while pounding you like an animal. His hips slamming violently against your ass.
“Tenya…! I’m gonna…ugh I’m gonna cum!” you scream, voice broken.
“Cum, baby. Cum on my dick,” he growls, speeding up even more.
Your body tenses brutally. The orgasm crashes through you like an explosion. Your walls contract violently around him, squeezing his cock in powerful spasms. You scream loudly, almost a howl, scratching his back. Your thighs tremble, your whole body shaken by the intense pleasure.
Tenya barely slows down while you come down. He lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flips you onto your back and positions himself above you in missionary. He spreads your legs wide, placing them on either side of his hips, and sinks back into you with one powerful thrust.
“Look at me,” he orders. You look at him even if your mind is too lost in pleasure.
He kisses you messily, deeply, his tongue invading your mouth without restraint. It’s a wet, noisy, almost animalistic kiss. He fucks you at the same time, with long, powerful thrusts that make the bed shake. His tongue licks yours, sucks your lip, swallows your moans.
“You feel so good…” he murmurs between two sloppy kisses. “Your pussy squeezes me so tight…”
He speeds up, pounding you deeply. Every thrust hits your most sensitive spot. You are completely overwhelmed, exhausted, but unable to not want more. Your hands cling to his shoulders, nails planted in his skin.
Tenya groans against your mouth, his rhythm becoming more erratic. His eyes are locked on yours, intense, possessive.
“I’m going to cum…” he breathes, voice hoarse. “I’m going to fill you up, baby… You would make such a pretty mom… Imagine your belly rounding with my baby… Fuck…”
Those words make you shiver violently. At the same moment, he sinks all the way in and cums inside you with a deep groan.
You feel his hot, thick jets filling you, pulsing for a long time deep in your pussy. He stays buried inside you during his orgasm, unloading everything he has.
But he doesn’t soften. His cock remains hard, throbbing inside you.
Without giving you time to catch your breath, he grabs your legs, folds them completely and pushes them toward your shoulders, putting you in mating press.
Your body is folded in half, your knees near your ears, completely open and exposed. He presses down on you with his full weight and starts fucking you again, even deeper than before.
“Again…” he growls, his voice almost animalistic. “I can’t stop… I still need you.”
You are exhausted. Your muscles are trembling, your breathing is ragged, tears of pleasure rolling down your temples. But you completely melt into his desire. The feeling of his heavy body on top of you, of his thick cock hammering you in this incredibly deep position, is overwhelming and addictive.
“Tenya… it’s too much… I’m going to break! Ugh baby I-” you whimper, your voice weak and broken. He kisses you again, messily, swallowing your complaints while continuing to pound you mercilessly.
His balls slap against your ass with every thrust. The position makes everything more intense: every penetration hits your cervix, rubbing your G-spot relentlessly.
“I know you can take more, my love,” he murmurs against your lips between two sloppy kisses. “You’re so perfect like this… all folded for me… I want to fill you again.”
His movements are powerful, rhythmic, almost obsessive. You feel a new orgasm rising despite your exhaustion, fueled by his insatiable desire and the crushing pressure of his body on yours.
Tenya looks you straight in the eyes, forehead pressed to yours, sweating, muscles tense. “Stay with me… Let me fuck you a little more…”
He completely dominates you, his muscular weight pinning you into the mattress. His thick cock slides effortlessly into your soaked pussy already filled with his first load, making a wet, obscene sound with every powerful thrust.
He fucks you deeply, without mercy, his hips slamming hard against your ass. “Fuck… look at how well you take me…” he growls against your mouth, voice hoarse and breathless.
“Your little pussy was made for this… made to be filled by me. I’m going to get you pregnant tonight, baby. I’m going to fill you until my cum leaks out of you for days. You’re going to carry my baby… I want to see you with a round belly, full breasts… all because of me. You want that, don’t you?”
His crude words make your head spin. You moan loudly, almost screaming every time he bottoms out. Your hands desperately cling to his back, your nails scratching his sweaty skin.
Tenya speeds up, hammering your body with animalistic force. The bed creaks violently beneath you. He kisses you messily, his tongue invading your mouth, swallowing your moans while he continues to pound you relentlessly.
“I’m going to breed you…” he breathes between two savage thrusts. “I want you full of my cum… I want you to carry my child. Tell me you want it too…”
You can no longer form coherent sentences. Your moans are uncontrollable. “Yes… ugh yes fill me…” you manage to say.
The pressure becomes unbearable. Your entire body trembles. Your toes curl violently, clenched with pleasure, as a new orgasm rises at full speed.
Tenya senses you’re about to break. He slightly changes the angle of his hips to rub even harder against your g-spot and presses his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust.
“Cum for me, my love. Cum squirting on my cock while I breed you.”
You explode.
A raw, powerful cry escapes your throat. Your body arches as much as possible in this folded position. You squirt hard, a hot, abundant jet that splashes his stomach and thighs, soaking the bed beneath you.
Your walls contract violently around his cock, pulsing and squeezing as if they want to keep him inside you forever. Your toes remain curled, your legs tremble uncontrollably, and your moans turn into sobs of pleasure.
Tenya growls like an animal as he feels your squirt soaking him. He doesn’t slow down. On the contrary, he fucks you even harder through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you see stars.
“That’s it… good girl… squirt all over me…” he growls, voice broken.
A few seconds later, he sinks to the hilt and cums violently inside you. You feel his cock pulsing deep, unloading long, thick, hot jets of cum directly against your cervix. He continues giving small thrusts while he cums, as if to push his cum even deeper.
“Take it all… take my cum my love…” he murmurs against your mouth, kissing you deeply, languorously, almost tenderly this time, while continuing to pour his seed into you.
You stay like that for a long moment, entwined, breathless, his heavy body still pressed against yours in this folded position. His cum is already starting to slowly leak around his cock still buried inside you.
You are completely exhausted. Your body is trembling, your muscles are on fire, and you know you’re going to have trouble walking tomorrow. Yet you still melt into his embrace, into his warmth, into his possessive desire.
When he finally pulls out slowly, you let out a small plaintive moan. You look at him with bright, tired eyes.
“Tenya-” you breathe in a broken voice, “I won’t be able to walk for days… You completely destroyed me…”
He smiles, both proud and tender. He showers your face, lips, and neck with soft kisses while gently caressing your trembling thighs.
He props himself up on one elbow and looks at you. His blue eyes have lost their animal intensity. All that remains is tenderness, a hint of guilt, and deep love.
“Wait… don’t move, my love,” he murmurs in a hoarse but soft voice.
He gets up carefully, disappears for a few moments into the bathroom and comes back with a warm, wet towel, a glass of fresh water, and a small bottle of massage oil.
He kneels beside the bed, gently spreads your still trembling legs and begins to clean you with infinite delicacy. The warm towel slides between your thighs, wiping away the mixture of your pleasures that leaks from you.
“I’m sorry…” he breathes while carefully passing the towel. “I was too rough. I completely lost control. You must be exhausted.”
He brings the glass of water to your lips and helps you drink slowly, one hand supporting your head. Then he pours a little oil into his palms, warms it and begins to massage your sore thighs with slow, firm strokes. His large hands glide over your trembling muscles, releasing the tension, caressing your hips, your ass, your calves.
“I’m really sorry, baby,” he continues, voice low and sincere. “I shouldn’t have taken you like that. I was… possessed. I could only think about filling you, marking you, getting you pregnant. I don’t know what came over me.”
You look at him, touched because he apologizes like a little boy after doing something naughty. You reach out and caress his cheek.
“Come here, idiot,” you murmur.
You pull him toward you and kiss him softly, tenderly. Your lips are still swollen from all your sloppy kisses, but this one is slow, full of love. Tenya responds with infinite gentleness, as if afraid of breaking you.
When you separate, you laugh weakly, still lying on your back, unable to really move.
“I loved it, Tenya. Really. Even if I can’t feel my legs anymore… or my arms… or anything else actually. I think you broke me in half.”
You laugh harder, a tired but joyful laugh that makes his eyes shine. He smiles too, relieved, and showers your forehead, cheeks, and the tip of your nose with little kisses.
“Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks while continuing to massage your thighs.
“A bit sore, yes… but in a good way. I loved every second. It was intense, but I loved it.”
Tenya blushes slightly and buries his face in your neck, holding you carefully against him. “I love you my love.”
“I love you too.” you say smiling and kissing him passionately.
Tenya comes through the door, expecting it to be a normal day but from around the corner you pop out with a cheerful
"happy fathers day!"
Tenya stares for a moment, startled, heart racing, trying to piece together your jump scare and what you've said.
You watch closely, trying to bite back a smile while watching the wheels turn in his head.
its like a on switch was flipped because suddenly he straightens out his back and removes his glasses.
"You're pregnant??" he asks shocked.
You giggle and shake your head, hopping up on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a kiss to his cheek.
"no but we could make it happen.."
Finally, he understands your intentions, sighing disapprovingly before wrapping an arm around your waist to lift you off your feet and hauling you towards the bedroom.
you tugged his sweats down carefully, eyes locked onto his. he didn’t look away once, chest moving up and down as he breathed in raggedly “don’t tease me i’m begging.” you smiled “begging? oh cmon u can do better than that tenya.” he rubbed a hand over his face and swallowed any leftover pride “ill do goddamn anything to feel your perfect mouth, hands, even ur fucking breath on me.. just-please.” your hands wrapped around that veiny, thick dick.
“alright alright no need to cry” you muttered amused as you gave the length a long lick from the base. he shuddered, muscles flexing in his stomach as a hand stroked ur hair, bordering on a grip but stopping himself. “just..like that” he didn’t take his eyes off you though, so your hand stroked carefully. “i’ve never done this before, go easy on me mk?” you smiled gently-yeah that did it to him. iida gripped ur hair “oh? i’ll take it slow..mm” he groaned gutturally as that strong hand guided your lips down.
you licked the tip, gathering precum on your tongue and dragged it back back around him. iida felt like his thighs were gonna give out from just the sight alone. ur hand squeezed the base a bit too hard, unsure of what pressure was right. he twitched “fuck-gentle.. gentle baby ok?” you nod and let ur mouth open around him, tongue swirling around that thick vein.
u best believe he was trying his hardest, praying even, to not cum in your mouth. the thickness gave u some trouble so u left soft kisses, he swore as your lips pressed against his frenulum. “ugh.. fuck-yes” just as you got some motivation from his noises, ur teeth accidentally graze a bit too hard. you pull back apologetic but a strangled grunt escapes him and cum spurted against ur face and lips. a soft gasp leaves u as u reach to touch it “holy..” you looked up to see him staring hard at u.
“i’m sorry.” not a moment later he was kissing u, tongue licking along the seam of your lips and lapping up his own cum. yeah holy shit indeed. “wish i could’ve taken a picture, i almost came again ur so beautiful,” he breathes out, swiping his cum from ur cheek and sticking two fingers into ur mouth. “perfect..” he spoke slightly dazed as your tongue laved over his finders, wet and needy. iida could quickly feel his hard ok returning. he pressed his fingers deeper and you gagged a bit, coughing, u could swear his eyes glinted when u looked up at him.
then, he took those same fingers out of ur mouth and mixed ur spit with his precum, jerking off slowly right in front of u. your mouth was open as u watched, entranced. “i can’t help it around u.. i was ashamed before when the sigh of u made my body react-but now that i know how u feel, well it’ll be even harder to hold myself back” he smirks. you chew on ur lip, yeah this has gotta be heaven.
“u wanna remember this?” you questioned as his strokes slowed a bit, he quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. “abt those pictures..“ u bent over to ur bedside table and picked up the polaroid. he inhaled sharply as his hand sped back up “yes-please.” you grinned “but i get to take some of u first” he relented “fine..” and was abt to pause but u shook ur head insisting he kept going. so he made a mess of it, classic iida, never satisfied with perfection, no he wanted more. u got a pic of him spitting on his dick, it dripping down slowly and mixing with his thick cum.
another of him with his muscles tensed up as he shivered from the intense orgasm. then another of his glasses on as he lay back underneath u and u rested a hand on his cheek. his face was flushed a soft pink and he panted with exertion, those red eyes were just as captivating in the photo. when iida saw u putting a shirt on he sat up quick “no, i didn’t get to take any of u.” he stated matter of fact, brows all furrowed. you smile a bit sheepish “uh.. yeah i lied, next time mk?” he sighed. “if that’s what u want.” look at him trying to be polite after all that dirty shit he did.
“next time..” he mumbles into your hair. you chuckle and kiss the corner of his mouth, he leans into it, heavy arms wrapping around u. and u realize that the bet never mattered.. cus you’d have said yes no matter what. is that scary? maybe. but iida isn’t one to let someone he cares about worry.
Thinking about Tenya who rolls over and unitentionally puts you in a headlock while hes asleep and it like flipped a switch in you one minute your dozing off the next you're wide awake and squeezing your thighs together.
You nuzzle into it more, his big arm practically engulfs you and you dont even fight the urge to slip your hand down your panties, shamelessly playing with yourself and purposefully pushing back into him.
Leading to him waking up, he listens to your small sounds in shock for a moment before reaching over and replacing your hands with his own.
When he tries to adjust your hand shoots out and grabs his arm that was once around your neck, pulling it back with a little whine of,
"I like it..."
He scoffs, too tired and aroused to argue about something that could potentionally be dangerous he places his arm around your neck again.
