Everything Katsuki does is making you wet. He's cooking something? You're pressing your thighs together. He has his arm on your waist, his grip possesive like always? The ache between your legs is getting worse and worse.
You're not even really sure if you can blame it on ovulation or if this is just how you really are. Maybe it's his fault for being so attractive that everything he does makes you soak your panties.
The worst part? He's complety oblivious to the effect he has on you. Well maybe not completly — he's not stpid, he sees you practically drooling when he's working out, body glistening with sweat.
Actually, never mind that — he definetly knows what he's doing. It's just he has a whole lot more self control than you.
He sees the way your eyes are begging him to fuck you when you're ogling him at the gym. And he's not any better than you, his cock already swelling at the thought, his gym shorts doing little to nothing at hiding the bulge. But he would never be indicent enough to actually do something about it in public, no, he has a reputation to uphold.
So when your ovulating? It's like the usual arousal you feel for him gets ten times stronger. And he knows — he can feel it. In the way your eyes that usally have atleast a little bit of shame are stuck to him without blinking. The same way your you don't hide your touches as an innocent act — blatantly touching his biceps or palming him thorugh his pants.
And god Katsuki feels like he's going to faint, lightheaded whenever you let your pervy thoughts take over your rational side.
He barely has any time to wake up before he already feels your hand slinging down his naked body, tracing his scars in a way that makes his whole body shiver. It would be a cute innocent act if he didn't feel your other hand tugging at his underwear, enough to make him get harder by the second.
"Shit, not even letting me wake up first?" His morning voice still tired and rough with lust, not really complaining at all. You freed his cock, already pumping him, soft slow strokes.
"Need you inside." You mumble, free hand moving down to slide off your slick panties. He groans, dick twitching in your hand at your bluntness, finally fully awake.
His eyes which where full of sleep, now sharply looking at you, taking in your neediness.
"C'mon then. Take what you need."
He tought that was the end of it. After more than an hour of going at it, he had to get ready for work. You were laying in the bed, legs still trembling from the many orgasms he pulled out of you in just an hour.
Looking up with a fucked-out look on your face you follow his movements. His back was facing your, he was still completly naked, back full of scratches, looking for his clothes.
You already felt yourself getting wet again, the feeling of wanting him inside you back again. Following him to the bathroom, you saw him fixing his hair infront of the mirror.
Wrapping your hands around him from behind, he halts his movement, eyes searching yours through the mirror. "What are you doing up?" His sentence cut short with a groan when he felt you kiss his back, your hands exploring his body once again.
"Mhmm you smell so good." Your voice is muffled against his back, breathing in the scent of his sweat mixed with cologne. He lets out a huff, the faint blush dusting his cheek proving his attitude wrong.
"We just fucked for an hour, how are you still horny?" His insult doesn't hold any weight as he's getting hard once again.
"Can I get ready while cockwarming you?"
"Jesus."
After an eventful 20 minutes of you sitting on his cock while doing your skincare and him fucking up into you, he finally left for work. It's not that he didn't enjoy fucking you — quite the opposite. But fuck did he need a break. He still had the whole day of working he couldn't afford being worn out before it even began.
Not that he had a long break anyway since you work in the same agency. You arrived some time later, dolled up in a short that was one inch away from commiting a public crime, a short frilly top that basically screams hey look how fantastic my boobs look! and of course some heels.
Working as his secretary had some advantages, like seeing your husband all the time when he wasn't out. For him though? It meant he was distracted anytime you entered his office, asking him something or giving him a small smooch.
Today tho?
You were on a mission.
Seeing him come back from fighting a villain, in his costume all sweaty? Yeah he wasn't helping his case. You weren't going to fuck him in his office while he was working — just tease him a little.
Walking in he looks up from his desk, taking in your appeareance. You closed the door behind you, walking until you were right between his legs. "You're dressed like a slut." But he's taking you in how you're barely any taller than him despite him being seated.
"You don't like it?" A pout forms on your lips as you do a little spin to show him the whole outfit. His hands come up to hold your hips, hands moving up and down, caressing you.
"Didn't say that."
He pulls you closer, his hand moving behind giving you a sharp slap on the ass. You gasp, jumping at the the feeling, your insides screaming for him to continue touching you.
You plop down into his lap arms wrapping around his neck. His eyes darken, lust clouding his judgement as he rests his hand on your hips.
One roll of your hips against him was enough for him ot thighten his grip on your hips, warning.
"Careful."
You arrived home hours later — before him, already getting ready for the night. You were sure he was going to snap the moment he entered the front door. After relentless teasing from your part there's no way he was going to forgive you.
"S-Suki mhmpf- wait- to m-much." You barely had any time to prepare yourself when he arrived already throwing you on the bed, ripping off your clothes.
"Should've thought about that before teasing me all day baby." His thrusts are punishing, fast and precise. Your back is arched against him as he's fucking you from behind, holding you up by the neck.
"I-im ah sorry!" Your plea comes out as a whine, the sound making his cock twitch inside of you.
"Yeah? I'm sure you are princess." He doesn't slow down at all, your nth orgasm of the night being pulled out of you as you cry around his cock. He groans feeling you clench around him, milking him as he fucks you through your orgasm once more.
"You're taking it so good aren't you? Look at you, making such a mess around me." His hand on your neck thightens, making you lightheaded. His other hand moves from your tits down to your clit, rubbing harsh cricles making you whimper.
"This is what you wanted all day isn't it? You can take one more can't you?" He pulls out, you whimper at the sudden loss, as he flips you on your back, pushikng your legs against your chest, putting you in e mean mating press.
He starts fucking you again, the position allowing him to go even deeper, your legs trembling from the overstimulation. "S-shit yeah that's it, you're gonna make me cum." He groans, getting closer his pace faltering.
With a final thrust his hips stutter and he finally cums for the last time this night, inside you, filling you up. He moans, falling on top of you, crushing you with his weight, as his dick is still pulsing inside of you.
You are both out of breath, trying to calm down. When he pulls out he looks at you with a cocky expression.
"Should have known what happens when you push your luck, baby."
Safe to say Katsuki knows how to handle your ovulation.
a/n: I have an exam that makes out if I pass the year or not in a day so I decided to write some smut!
synopsis : katsuki bakugo loves when his wife wears his merch.. | drabble + timeskip .
bakugo didn’t mind the merch adorned to his hero name, it was just there, the way a famous singer or actor might have cute t-shirts and pictures in shopping centres— on display in the shops window, he would happily sign posters, pictures, t-shirts and figures if his fans asked him to.
katsuki bakugo didn’t care about his merch, not until you started wearing it.
“cya’ hunny! I’ll be back soon.” you called, grabbing your purse and keys.
he turned from the kitchen, momentarily pausing his stirring. “you better not be using your own damned card..” he gruffed, placing a hand on his hip. “take mine.”
you rolled your eyes, “c’mon.. ‘tsuki.. I don’t wanna— I feel bad using your card..” you slouched into the doorframe of the kitchen, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows.
bakugo rolled his eyes, “just take it woman.”
“fine.” you mumbled, placing your bag on the counter near you and strolling to your shared bedroom to acquire his wallet.
just as he was about to turn around to continue cooking the spicy mapo tofu— a familiar orange, black and green jumble caught his eye.
hanging off your purse was a keychain— a chibi version of the blonde graced with an angry expression and a small red tick mark.
“…hm.” he felt a small smirk etch it’s way onto his lips, eyes squinting and glazed with a smug glint.
“..’kay I’m back! happy now?” you fussed.
bakugo was silent, the cute keychain still being toyed with between his fingers.
“cute keychain.”
your eyes widened, a shy grin making it’s way on your lips. “well, yes!— I’m obviously your number one fan..”
he stared at you, his rare soft smile slowly emerging. “mhm.. ‘course, m’favourite girl.” he whispered, leaning forward to peck your lips.
“buy more of my merch.. looks good on you.”
you rolled your eyes playfully, “sure, great explosion murder god dynamight..”
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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.
℘. synopsis : : after waking from his worst nightmare, katsuki impulsively uses his quirk on you.
⚠︎ content : : 1.1k words, implication of death, angsty?? burn injury, katsuki is sorry, aftercare, fluff
⤷✉︎ sunny says.. he’s not okay, but thanks for asking
The moment Katuski saw you, the world seemed to grind to a halt.
Sprawled out amongst fractured debris, you were unnervingly still. Smoke curled idly around your figure, blurring the edges of your silhouette until it felt as though the haze itself was trying to purloin you from his sight.
Kats…
His breaths were ragged as he scrambled forwards, chest stuttering as it suddenly grew difficult to breathe. Collapsing beside you, the hero reached for your cheeks—desperate for the minutest sign of movement.
Rough and strained, he forced your name from his throat.
Then again, but louder this time as though saying it would pull you out of your deathly trance. His garnet stare bore into your form, searching for a twitch of your fingers, the subtle rise of your chest, a groan or even a complaint. You always complained.
Katsuki..
But only silence lingered. And for the first time, Katsuki Bakugou didn't know what else to do apart from cry.
"Katsuki, wake up!"
The blonde's eyes flew open, but he could've sworn they already were. He felt numerous hands grasp at him, shaking him conscious with a fierce momentum.
Before his mind could catch up, instinct beat it to it. Lurching violently, a hand shot out to seize the wrist clawing at the muscle of his shoulder—pops wildly bubbling up at his palm.
A sharp burst of orange luminated the darkness, followed by volatile crackles. Immediately yelping in pain, you tightly clutched at your wrist, a strong wince pulling your face taut as you jerked away from him.
The amber flare died out as quickly as it blazed. Spooked, Katsuki flinched back—his heart hammering brutally in his chest as his carmine eyes locked onto the agony evident in your expression.
"Shit—shit, no," he rasped, lunging towards you whilst his hands hovered statically over your hunched body. "Hey, look at me, brat. Did I hurt you?!"
You tried to shake your head, tried to smile and reassure him that it was merely nothing, but in reality, your skin throbbed in time with your heartbeat—the fresh sore stinging as it met air.
As you hissed, Katsuki's stomach churned violently, whilst a rare, terrifying flash of guilt drained the colour from his face. "Damn it, don't move. Just let me look at it." When he reached out, you noticed his movements were stripped of all his usual rough confidence. The blonde's hot fingers gently pried at your own, cautiously tugging your hand away from the injury.
"Fucking hell," he whispered, staring at the angry, blistering red patch marring your wrist, "I didn't—I thought—"
"Kats, it's okay."
"Like hell it is, I just burned you!"
"It was only an accident."
"Accident my ass, I don't give a damn what it was, I still hurt you."
"You were having a nightmare!"
"That doesn't change the fact I did it!" He swiftly carded a hand through his hair. "I lost control. How could you ever trust me again after something like that, huh?!"
While you reached to cup his face, you cursed under your breath as a fiery pain pulsed at your wrist once more. "Because I love you, you idiot, so don't think that this changes anything," you soothed, "I was kind of waiting for it to happen." As you dryly chuckled to yourself, Katsuki stared at you like you'd grown a second head.
Suddenly, his face relaxed into his signature scowl. "Are you saying I'm incapable of managing my quirk?"
"I swear it was you who said 'I lost control' about thirty seconds ago," you quipped, a small smile curving your lip as you tenderly pecked his nose.
Defeated, the blonde grumbled something incoherent.
"Seriously," he muttered, his expression melting into one of sincerity, "quit brushing it off." Abruptly, Katsuki rose from the bed, walking around to your side before snaking an arm around your waist to pull you upwards. He helped you stand, keeping himself close as he hurried you to the bathroom down the hall.
When you reached the bathroom, he carefully lowered you onto the edge of the marble counter before flicking on the light. With movements mechanical and stiff, the man didn't talk as he reached for supplies in the overhead cabinets—retrieving a tube of burn ointment and tearing open multiple packages of various dressings and bandages.
His touch was far more gentle than anyone would ever expect from him as he carefully began tending to your wound.
Every few seconds, his eyes darted up to your face, trying to read your features for any sign of discomfort. "If it hurts, tell me."
It did hurt, a lot, but you chose to brave it. You stalked his fingers as he pressed a second gauze over the injury, to which he subconsciously held firm to wrap with a bandage.
"—ow!" Squealing with unwonted drama, you watched his hands jerk away as his eyes widened. You swore he'd gone even paler.
"I told you to tell me if it hurt!" The blonde scowled, concern masked as irritation twisting his brows into a mean frown. "Is it really that bad?!"
You smiled, laughing to yourself, "No no, I'm just pulling your leg! Hah, your face!"
Gritting his teeth, Katsuki feebly slapped your thigh, mumbling under his breath yet again, something about your ‘theatrics’. There was a pause as he continued his work. "I'm sorry."
"Kats—”
"No, let me say it." He swallowed hard, rubbing a large hand over his face. "I'm sorry." The man's gaze remained fixed on the gauze, which he was now concealing with a bandage. "I scared you, I hurt you. I don't care if it was an accident, you shouldn't have to worry about.." He gestured vaguely towards your wrist before his gravelly voice faltered, "...about me doing that."
Instantaneously, you softened as you listened to his uncharacteristic apology. Leaning forwards, you bumped your forehead softly against his shoulder to ease the awkwardness.
"Wow, Katsuki Bakugou is being sincere? Should I call recovery girl? You must've been hit by an emotional quirk."
"Shut up," he snapped, though the bite was completely missing. Aggressively but also meticulously, he snipped the end of the medical tape, securing the bandage. "I'm trying to be serious, dumbass."
You smiled. "I know." Reaching up to cup his jaw with your uninjured hand, you forced his sharp crimson eyes to meet yours. "Look at me," you uttered, brushing a thumb against his cheek, "I know your quirk, and I know you. Remember, I'm not glass."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just...” He let out a low sigh, slowly leaning his face into your palm. “Just don't do that fake-pain shit again.”
"Deal," you whispered, pulling your head back to look at him properly. And before he could divert his shy gaze elsewhere, you leaned in and caught his lips with yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
You realized on a random Wednesday that Bakugou never really liked you.
Well, not like that.
He tolerated you plenty, more so than you’d like to admit—and for a time, you took that as a win because almost everyone wanted to be in the presence of someone like him.
But he never really like-liked you. Like, to the point where it could evolve to the other L word that is most definitely not leprosy.
Bakugou Katsuki had always been like that—distant in his own way, even when he was standing right in front of you. He wasn’t unkind, not to you. In fact, he’d always been good at offering you the little scraps of care that kept your foolish heart hoping. A sharp “watch your step” when you nearly tripped during training, a muttered “good job” when you nailed your technique after weeks of frustration, and the rare nod of acknowledgment when you beat your own time during your drills.
It was those little things that made you think there might be something more.
And maybe the fact you let your delusions get the best of you.
A thought between “it is” and “was it really ever casual?”
But lately, you’d started to notice where his gaze lingered. Not on you, not really. His eyes were always somewhere else—on the finish line, on the next fight, on someone who wasn’t you.
It hit you during lunch, of all times.
The cafeteria was loud with chatter, the usual noise of the class among the other students bouncing off the walls. You sat across from him, your trays between you, and he was eating with that familiar single-minded focus that made everything else fade into background noise. You’d been saying something about the new internship placements—you couldn’t even remember what anymore—when he cut you off without even realizing it.
“I need to shave two seconds off my time before the next mock battle,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, his chopsticks paused mid-air.
You blinked, your food halfway to your mouth. “Oh. Yeah, I guess that’d be good.”
He didn’t hear you.
He was already gone, already somewhere in his head, running through strategies, calculating outcomes.
And you knew.
You knew that no matter how many late-night talks you shared after training, no matter how many times you tried to peel back his layers and understand him, you would never be the center of his world.
You would always be orbiting him, watching him chase something bigger, something brighter than anything you could offer.
You had asked him dozens of questions before—about his favorite food, about his childhood dreams—about what kind of hero he wanted to be. He’d answer most of them, sometimes grudgingly, sometimes with a smirk like you were being nosy, sometimes with that rare, unguarded honesty that made your chest ache—because, wow, it’s always different whenever Bakugou answers them.
But he never asked you anything back.
Not because he didn’t care, but because he didn’t think to.
And maybe that was worse.
Because how could you hold it against someone when their heart simply wasn’t pointed in your direction?
You excused yourself after lunch, your smile tight, and no one noticed when you slipped out early. Not even him.
Thank UA’s school administration for cutting class early for preparation for another irrelevant school event.
Your feet carried you to the courtyard behind the dorms, the one where the grass grew uneven and the noise of the common room couldn’t quite reach. You sat on the bench, tucking your knees to your chest, and let yourself breathe.
It hurt.
Way to point out the obvious.
Not in the way you thought heartbreak would hurt—devastating and dramatic and impossible to ignore. It was much quieter than you imagined, almost polite. A dull ache that settled in your chest and made everything feel a little heavier.
Because you had loved him. You really had.
You spent a good two and a half years learning more about him to determine whether your feelings for him are actual feelings and not just some fleeting, cruel limerence. Because you don’t deserve limerence; he doesn’t deserve that.
You had memorized the cadence of his voice, the way it softened when he was tired, the way it sharpened when he was excited. You had paid attention to the way his hands moved when he talked, the way his shoulders tensed right before he lost his temper, the way his smile looked when he thought no one was watching.
You had cared enough to know all those things.
And he—he had never asked you what you loved, what you feared, or what you wanted from the world beyond all of this.
Not because he was cruel.
But because you simply weren’t where his heart lived.
It lived in his goals, in his future, in some version of himself that he was still clawing his way toward. And maybe—maybe in someone who could run beside him without slowing him down. Someone who burned just as fiercely as he did.
Not you.
Or maybe he thought that there was no point in simply asking.
You closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against your knees, and let yourself feel it. The sting of it, the loss of a fantasy future you’d built in your head, the quiet grief of realizing you had always been loving him alone.
You thought about all the times you’d waited for him after class, all the conversations where you’d tried to draw him out, all the little moments you’d saved like treasures.
And you let them go.
Well, not all in one go.
More like piecemeal. In fragments. Like shards of a broken mirror.
Not because you wanted to, but because you had to.
Bakugou would never change for you. He didn’t need to, and you shouldn’t—couldn’t ask him to.
Because you loved him as he is.
That’s the type of person you are.
And maybe, someday, you will stop caring.
Someday, you will wake up and realize you didn’t look for him first thing in the morning. Someday, you will hear his voice across the battlefield and it won’t make your heart jump. Someday, you would stop waiting for him to notice the things about you that you had been offering open arms all along.
But today wasn’t that day.
Today, you just sat there, breathing through the ache, letting it wash over you until it dulled enough that you could stand.
When you finally went inside the dorms, your face was calm again. No one would notice anything had changed. Not even him. You made sure.
And maybe that was okay.
Because loving Bakugou Katsuki had taught you something, even if it never became what you wanted.
It taught you that your heart was big enough to hold someone who might never hold you back.
And maybe, when you were ready, it would be big enough to let someone else in. Someone with an even bigger heart to hold yours.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will wake up whenever you try to leave his hold in the morning, “where are you going?”
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will memorize your drink orders and always make sure they’re correct before giving it to you (i think he’ll even try a sip of it)
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure you’re always on the right side of the sidewalk (the side farthest from the road)
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who acts like he doesn’t care when you show affection but he loves it and doesn’t want you to stop
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo gets mad when you open your own doors, “that’s what i’m here for!”
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will buy you anything you look at for longer than 5 seconds. he loves spoiling you.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo definitely has a playlist of songs that remind him of you and/or he loves making out/fucking to
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure his hands are always warm in the winter incase yours get cold. i also feel like he’d just grab your hand claiming “your hands are cold.” just so he can hold them.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who learns exactly where to kiss you and how you like it
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who loves having nasty sex but the sweetest and softest aftercare. waiting on you hand and foot getting you everything you need without you even asking.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who claims he doesn’t care if you want to top and take control but quickly becomes a mess when you do. i mean moaning/groaning and even whimpering at times cause you’re just too good at it.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will for sure push down on your stomach while fucking to make sure you feel it. he also loves the idea of being able to feel himself while inside it makes him fuck you harder tbh
Your legs were draped lazily over Bakugo’s lap, scrolling your phone like it was nothing, but he wasn’t paying attention to a damn thing on the screen.
His red eyes were locked on you, more specifically, on the bare skin peeking from under your shorts.
His jaw flexed as he dragged a hand over your thigh, thumb brushing circles into the softness.
“Oi,” he muttered, voice low and already thick with irritation he couldn’t disguise, “you think you can just sit here, throw these perfect thighs in my face, and I’m not gonna do somethin’ about it?”
You smirked, setting your phone down. “Maybe I was hoping you’d do something.”
That was all the permission he needed. His hands clamped down, strong and demanding, fingers digging into the flesh like he could mold it to fit his palms.
He pushed your legs apart and leaned in, hot breath ghosting over your skin before his mouth latched onto your inner thigh. The first bite was sharp, possessive, making you jolt.
“Bakugo—” you started, but your voice broke into a moan when he dragged his tongue over the mark he’d just made.
“Don’t even say my name like that unless you’re ready for me to lose it,” he growled, kissing, sucking, and biting his way closer to where you felt yourself pulsing.
His teeth scraped, lips trailing down, and when you shifted, trying to close your thighs out of instinct, he snarled.
“Nuh-uh. Keep ‘em open. You squeeze me with these thighs again, and I’m not stopping till you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Your breath caught as he buried his face between them, arms locking around your legs like he’d never let go.
He hooked his fingers around your shorts—pulling them and your panties off in one harsh tug.
His tongue quickly teased your clit, slow at first, like he was savoring, before he devoured you with desperate, hungry licks that left your hands clutching the couch cushions.
Every time you cried out, his grip tightened, pulling you closer, like he couldn’t get enough.
The obscene sounds of his mouth against your plush cunt only made it worse, and when you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging, he groaned against you—deep, guttural, like he loved every second.
“Fuck—these thighs—” he rasped, pulling back just enough to smirk up at you, his lips glistening with your slick, eyes blazing with heat.
“You don’t even know how good you look wrapped around my head. I could die here, and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
When your legs trembled and threatened to close, he only pressed harder, dragging you to the edge, growling against your skin like a man starved.
“Mine,” he said again, voice breaking rough as his mouth returned to your pussy, relentless. “Every inch of you—especially these thighs—fuckin’ mine.”
shoto likes it a bit too much when you play with his hair.
honestly, that's a bit of an understatement.
cause sure, he adores when he can come home from an exhausting day of hero work and just collapse into you, laying between your legs with his head on your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair until he falls asleep. it's always exactly what he needs.
but more than that, Shoto loves when his head is shoved between your thighs, nose deep in your pussy and your fingers start to creep up into his hair.
they tangle in his mix-matched locs, guiding him further into your wet, needy heat.
he doesn't hesitate to bury himself further, letting out a quiet groan that vibrates against you and makes your grip tighten.
the whine Shoto lets out is desperate. he cant help it. the subtle sting of your little tug hurt so good, it was only fair that he drooled all over your cute little cunt!
his voice is strained when he manages to mutter against you.
"f-fuck, y/n...need it." he mumbles between sloppy kisses, hazy eyes never leaving yours
you whine softly, hips squirming like you weren't sure whether you wanted to arch into him or scramble away. but his beefy hands gripped onto your thighs like a vice, holding you still while he ate like a starved man.
you pout softly, voice all breathy when you utter, "ca-can't..don't wanna hurt you, Sho..." you murmur hesitantly. though, every vein in your body just wanted to tug and pull until he was buried under your skin and slurping you up from the inside out.
but he's not having it. he sucks hard at your puffy clit, practically making out with the sensitive little nub.
"S-Sho...!?!" you squeal, hand instinctively tightening its grasp on his hair. your back bows off the bed, hips bucking into his mouth.
but when you glance down you see his eyes rolled all the way back, fingers clawing into the meat of your hips. your heart stuttered. warmth pooled low in your belly like a balloon threatening to pop.
he doesn't answer you, too busy moaning into your pretty pussy and rutting his hips into the mattress like he was the one getting off instead of you.
it was ridiculous how much he was enjoying something so simple. but honestly, you were loving it; seeing him like this.
and so despite your earlier hesitation, you give in to his pleas and groans. you yank hard, giving his tousled strands a sharp tug.
the sound he makes is utterly pathetic.
it's nothing like his usual composure; not his typical groan or rare moan.
nah, he fucking whimpers.
loud, whiny, and muffled against your slick.
"nnghhh, please...wanna feel you. o-on my tongue," he practically cries, tongue delving in and out of your sopping hole.
one hand remains on your thigh, holding you open. the other slides down, replacing his muscle by plunging two fingers in. they pump quickly, curling into that sweet spot that has your eyes rolling back while obscene squelches ring out in the otherwise quiet room.
it finally makes you snap. the pressure bursts, and your hips buck into his mouth wildly. your thighs clamp around his head, white-knuckling your fingers in his hair so tight you're afraid you might pull some of it out.
"f-fuck, Sho'!! c-umming!! 'm cumming!!" you mewl, eyes squeezing shut from the overwhelming feeling rushes through you.
he doesn't dare pull away. he's nestled into your cunt, lapping up every drop of your sweet nectar like a thirsty dog.
he waits until you finally stop convulsing to finally slow down, pressing a final little kiss to your inner thigh before pulling up.
his face is glistening, but he doesn't seem to mind. his hair is a damn bird's nest, and his eyes are so half-lidded they're nearly glazed over.
your eyes flutter open, completely spent. your chest rises and falls in quick, shaky breaths. you push yourself up to sit up a bit more, legs quivering from sensitivity.
you glance up, eyes meeting his. your expression softens at the fucked out look on his face. you would've thought it was him who just got head instead of you. you're quiet for a bit, then speak hesitantly.
"...i didn't pull too hard, did i...?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.
he gives you a tiny, reassuring smile as he shakes his head. his hand runs up your side, thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles on your sweaty skin.
"of course not, love. you did great." he murmurs softly, pressing a gentle peck to your forehead.
you relax a little, his touch putting your mind at rest. you sigh quietly, completely ready to just knock out for good.
but as your gaze wanders down, you notice it: a small, sticky wet spot on the front of his sweats.
your breath hitches, not sure if you should be amused or baffled. probably both.
for a second you just stare, then you glance up. your arms snake up around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Sho..." you call quietly. your voice is a little strained, like you're holding back a laugh. his head tilts, curious and completely oblivious. or pretending to be. he was all too aware of the mess in his pants.
you let out a soft, breathless giggle at his feigned confusion. "love..." you trail off, before finally asking. "did you...you came from that?"
Shoto's pale cheeks flush a bit, knowing he'd been caught. but he doesn't bother trying to deny it. he just nods slowly, not even ashamed.
he lays down, arms wrapping around your waist. he's heavy, but not crushing. he feels more like a weighted blanket. his face buries in the crook of your neck, hiding his sheepish face as he utters,
"can't help it. you taste too good, baby." he hums.
you can't help but smile a little to yourself. your arms wrap around him as well, fingers tracing mindless patterns on his back.
but it's not long before they trail back up into his hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp in the way he loved.
his heterochromatic eyes flutter, letting out a content little noise that resembled a purr. you could feel his length pressed against your thigh, already starting to harden back to life.
Shoto's lips press against your skin, wandering from your neck to your jawline to right below your ear where he nips softly. when he speaks his voice is quiet—a needy whisper.
"again..." he suggests.
you glance down, fingers still working in his hair. the glassy, unfocused look in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat or two.
you're quiet for a beat, then murmur under your breath.
"...you're pussydrunk."
a/n: hi hi hiiii!!! ik i’ve literally just like disappeared and i haven’t been posting at all. i actually have a lot of drafts that i’ve been working on i just haven’t had the energy or motivation to keep going. anywayyyy i hope you guys like this lil blurb of my baby shoto and im so so happy to be back🙂↕️
