Izuku lives for praise—it completely breaks him in the best way.
He’s so eager to please that the moment you moan "You feel so good, Izuku," he shudders and starts thrusting deeper.
He becomes desperate to hear more, getting lost in your voice.
If you whisper, "You're perfect," he groans and loses all restraint.
Izuku is panting against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts into you, slow but deep.
"Am I…" his voice shakes. "Am I making you feel good?"
You cup his cheek, brushing your lips over his jaw. "Izuku, you feel so good. You’re perfect."
His hips stutter. His hands tighten.
"F-fuck," he whimpers.
Your lips brush against his ear. "You’re incredible, Izuku. I love the way you make me feel."
He groans, trembles, and suddenly snaps his hips forward—harder, faster, completely wrecked.
Shoto Todoroki
Shoto pretends to be unaffected, but the second you moan "You feel so good, Shoto," his hips stutter.
His body temperature spikes when you praise him.
If you whisper "I love the way you touch me," he physically trembles.
The moment he hears you tell him "You’re amazing," he completely loses control.
Shoto’s jaw clenched, his breath hot against your skin as he tried to keep his composure.
"You feel so good, baby," you whispered.
His hips jerked.
You smirked. So that’s what gets him.
"You’re amazing, Shoto," you moaned.
His whole body shivered. His grip tightened on your hips, and suddenly—
His rhythm snapped, his movements desperate, uncontrolled.
"You… you shouldn’t say things like that," he gasped, burying himself deeper, trembling as you praised him again.
Tenya Iida
Tenya takes sex seriously—he treats it like a task that must be executed perfectly.
If you praise him, he takes it as a personal challenge to do even better.
When you say "You’re so strong, Tenya," he groans loudly and grips you tighter.
If you call him "perfect," he immediately speeds up, desperate to prove you right.
Tenya was already panting, his body glistening with sweat as he pounded into you with perfect, rhythmic thrusts.
"God," you moaned, digging your nails into his back. "You're so strong, Tenya."
His hips snapped forward harder.
"I—" His breath hitched. "I want to be perfect for you—"
"You are perfect," you whispered.
A deep growl rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—
He wrapped your legs around his waist, lifted you slightly, and slammed into you deeper, faster, harder— his need to please you overriding all sense of control.
Denki Kaminari
Denki actively asks for praise. "Tell me how good I am, baby—please."
The moment you say something like "God, you feel so good, Denki," he immediately moans and almost short-circuits.
If you call him "a good boy," he will literally whimper.
Denki’s lips were hot against your skin, his thrusts erratic, desperate.
"F-fuck," he gasped. "You—god, you feel so good, baby."
"You do too," you whispered, brushing your lips over his ear. "You’re so good, Denki. So perfect."
His whole body shuddered. His hands tightened on your hips.
"Shit," he moaned, burying his face in your neck.
"You’re my good boy," you murmured.
Denki whimpered.
A low, broken groan escaped him, and suddenly he was grinding into you harder, deeper, completely wrecked by your words.
Mirio Togata
Mirio is already confident, but praise just fuels him even more.
If you say "No one’s ever made me feel this good before," he grins and pounds into you harder.
If you moan "I love your cock, Mirio," he completely loses it.
Mirio’s grin was cocky, but his eyes were dark with hunger.
"You feel amazing," you moaned.
"Yeah?" he smirked, thrusting deeper.
You clawed at his back. "So good, Mirio—no one’s ever made me feel like this."
His smirk faltered—his pupils blown wide.
"Shit," he whispered, snapping his hips forward harder.
He grabbed your thighs, lifting them higher, hitting deeper— desperate to hear you say it again.
Hanta Sero
Sero is casual about sex at first—but the moment you start praising him, he completely loses it.
If you whisper "You feel so big inside me," he groans and grips your thighs tighter.
"You’re so good at this," you murmured.
Sero choked on a breath.
You smirked. "You feel so big inside me, baby."
His hips snapped forward—harder, deeper.
"F-fuck," he gasped.
"You stretch me out so well, Hanta."
He groaned loudly, his rhythm breaking entirely as he buried himself deeper, completely lost in your words.
Koji Koda
Koda is naturally gentle, but if you praise him, he gets deeply emotional and intense.
If you say "You make me feel so safe," he groans softly and buries his face in your neck.
"You make me feel so safe, Koji," you whispered.
Koji shuddered, his grip tightening as he slowly thrust deeper.
"Y-you mean that?"
You kissed his jaw. "More than anything."
A low, deep groan rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—
His pace changed—deeper, more deliberate, as if determined to show you just how much he adored you.
Mashirao Ojiro
Ojiro loves being strong for you, and the moment you mention it, he gets possessive.
If you whisper "You’re so strong, Ojiro," he grabs you harder and loses all control.
"You’re so strong," you murmured, trailing kisses down his jaw.
Ojiro growled softly, his tail wrapping around your thigh.
"Say it again."
"You’re so—"
He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you to the bed, his hips snapping forward, his muscles tense with need.
The trio for My Hero should've been Izuku, Shoto, and Tenya. I will die on this hill if needed, it makes narrative sense to have Tenya as a major focus and rival instead of shitty Bakahoe who spends the entire story abusing Izuku.
Tenya Ida sees Izuku and immediately looks down on him and yes, we get to know him and know he's not like this - but it comes off like he's picking on Izuku because he's an easy target (IE, like Bakahoe who knows he can abuse Izuku and no one will do shit about it).
Tenya then sees Izuku cowering and runs past him only to then witness Izuku push through his fear to save Uraraka. And how does he react? Like a rival - "I would've done the same" while looking genuinely upset with himself, not Izuku (like shitty Bakuhoe who turns every moment of self reflection into hatred for Izuku). He becomes determined to be a hero that can rival Izuku and that is so much better than having an abusive bully with a one-sided "rivalry" as such a main character.
That one moment should've established a friendly rivalry, a HEALTHY one that would've given major character growth. And not just for Izuku, but also for Shoto - because where Tenya and Izuku could be foils, Tenya and Shoto are mirrors (legacy with high expectations on them, but one came from a healthier environment and is willingly trying to live up to the legacy he was born to).
Contrast that with Bakahoe who is legit just Endeavor with no PR training, an abusive asshole incapable of seeing his own flaws until it benefits him, he offers nothing in that aspect of character dynamics and I do not like how people/Hori inflate his character like that. Seriously, Bakugo Katsuki was narratively part of Izuku's BACKSTORY. His only major role after that should've been an ACKNOWLEDGED villain (because you can't change my mind, the asshole who actively tries to kill someone during class is a villain and no apology makes up for that).
Author's note: Hey guys! I'm trying out some new layouts, what do we think? I was originally going to add Mirko to this but I found that I didn't know enough about her to put her in 😓
Warnings/notes: Insert/you are written as a lover to each character in all parts, Tokoyami has hair (this isn't a headcannon, this is actually a fact), profanities used (shit, etc.), mentions of fighting.
☁︎ Izuku has certainly grown throughout the years, but that still doesn't stop him from being the shyest guy in the room when it comes to even the suggestion of intimacy.
☁︎ Carrying you seemed to be at least step ten in his eyes, if he doesn't do it during an emergency he is so embarrassed about it, like his face is beet red.
☁︎ "W-Well, I mean if you're okay with it, I-I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything!!" A blushing, stuttering mess.
☁︎ On the other hand, in the event of an emergency he goes into action without a second thought, and once in a blue moon, you're the one who's all flustered.
In an unfortunate turn of events, you had been caught up in the middle of a tussle between the LOV and an agency of heroes, and then promptly injured when caught in the crossfire. Fortunately, you had your fair share of connections.
Midoriya was quick to arrive at the scene, and lifted you up into his arms as soon as he found an opening "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah..." You could barely focus with his arms wrapped around you like that, carrying you with such care and compassion, you felt you were about to faint, but not from the blood loss.
"Good, let's get you somewhere safe, okay?" He dropped you off at a nearby medical bay before jumping right back into the fight.
Tenya Ida —̳͟͞͞ ⚡︎
⚡︎ I know we like to imagine Ida as the guy who would drop everything in order to carry you within a moments notice, but we all know he isn't.
⚡︎ Ida is the kind of guy who is completely and utterly confused when you suggest it, especially in a public space. Because he's so rules oriented, it's hard for him to process it all.
⚡︎ "Wh- carry you? Here? Now? In front of all these people?" He's just a little embarrassed about it.
⚡︎ Although if it's just the two of you, he has no bounds to argue, even if he is a bit confused. After a small amount of pleading, he's quick to give in.
"Dear? Are you alright? You've been... staring at me." Ida questioned. Then your expression swiftly turned from pleading to irritated in less than a second. "Wh-What's wrong?! Did I do something? I--"
Later in the evening, you sat on your bed, with a bit of a pleading glint in your eye. Although, your boyfriend (as lovely as he is) didn't seem to get what you wanted.
"Ohhhh!! I wish someone would carry me right now... my feet are sooo tired and I just can't bring myself to get up..." You loudly proclaimed as you pressed the back of your palm against your forehead. Finally, he got the hint.
Ida chuckled softly before walking up to you "Well, alright..." he lifted you up carefully, pressing his fingers to your sides to ensure you didn't slip. "Like this? Or perhaps with less force? But I wouldn't want you to fall..." Even if he's a worry wart, he's a cute little worry wart.
Ochaco Uraraka 𑣲⋆ᦠ
ᦠ Gunhead had taught her a lot of things, and who says one of those things wasn't how to carry her beloved?
ᦠ Of course, in a casual setting, Uraraka is a nervous wreck about the mere concept of picking you up, especially in bridal style.
ᦠ "Carry them? What am I, a maid? That's ridiculous!!" She'd feign disinterest to the girls in 1-A.
ᦠ And as time pushed on, she learned to face her fear of facing you, of course during a horrible accident where you almost died because how else is a girl supposed to get over a four year long crush?
Fire, everywhere, you don't even remember what happened, you were training and then suddenly the building just collapsed.
After a long while of waiting - minutes, maybe hours, you weren't sure as time seemed to slip away - a thin ray of light cascaded through the rubble, and you saw her. Your ray of light.
As soon as the rubble cleared, Uraraka grasped onto you, feeling your cold body as she lifted your head ever so slightly "Y/N! Are you okay? Talk to me, tell me what you see..!".
You gasped softly, your airways finally free from the crushing pressure of the fallen building, but you looked up at her and smiled "I see you, Ochaco".
And then you lived happily ever after, hooray!
Fumikage Tokoyami ☪︎𓅨࿐
𓅨 Now, I totally think he's one for big romantic gestures, but definitely not ones this... loud.
𓅨 Tokoyami is much more of a quiet lover than someone who has boisterous gestures to display their devotion to you. This is definitely an event you'd have to initiate yourself.
𓅨 "Carry you? But, you're unharmed, are you not? Why do you need to be carried?"
𓅨 Although I do think that after a while he'd realise your silent desires, and give in during one of his rare flourishing acts of devotion towards you.
As soon as you woke up in the morning, you knew something was off... your boyfriend wasn't sleeping next to you! Which was exceedingly odd, considering Tokoyami usually slept in most days, considering he'd often work late into the night.
Before you could finish your thought, your beloved very carefully made his way into the bedroom, and promptly became an embarrassed mess when he saw you were awake.
Tokoyami's hair instantly puffed up when he saw you, and you could swear you saw a faint blush under all that black "Ah- you're awake..." There was a long pause before he finally approached you.
"Would be alright if I..." He dipped his head softly before speaking again "...carried you? There's something I'd like you to see." You nodded. Tokoyami tucked his left arm between the back of your calves and thighs and then held your back with his right arm before carefully lifting you up.
Neito Monoma ⋆ ˖ ⏱︎.ᐟ
⏱︎ This freaking guy is so snarky about everything, that he poses it like you're practically begging for his attention when you ask just once.
⏱︎ "You want me to carry you? I had no idea you were so starved of my attention that you'd ask me to hold you so intimately..." If he wasn't your boyfriend, you would strangle him.
⏱︎ Funnily enough, even though he teases, laughs, and jokes, he's quick to oblige. I think he likes the idea of showing you off a bit.
After a long day of shopping for necessities, you had had enough, the soles of your feet hurt so much you thought they might rip, and you were getting exhausted in the summer heat. After a long minute of deliberating to yourself, you finally tapped your partner - Monoma - on the shoulder.
"Neito..." you whined, digging your heels into the ground, as the weight of your bags was making even standing unbearable.
"Hm?" He turned around to look at you "What is it?"
"My feet hurt... carry me?" This mere sentence earnt you the most mocking laugh you had ever heard from him - and that's saying something, considering you knew him when he was in Highschool. "What..? Don't laugh at me, do you know how heavy these are?"
After spending a whole minute laughing at your apparently hilarious request, Monoma spoke up "I suppose I have no choice..."
"Wait, what-- Ah!" You gasped as you were swiftly picked up, your bags scattered across the floor in the process.
"There we are! How's that?" He smiled softly, which would have been cute if it weren't for the fact that he was embarrassing you in front of all these people "What? I thought you wanted me to carry you." He shrugged before picking your bags up and moving along.
Mirio Togata ☀︎⋆.࿐
☀︎ Mirio is enthusiastic, to say the least. You don't even have to ask him, he'll just go ahead and do it (with your permission of course).
☀︎ Although, even though Mirio is enthused by the idea, he has the strength but lacks the grace, he thinks it's more of a fun activity than an act of devotion (he's good with kids, what can I say).
☀︎ "You want me to pick you up? Sure! Okay, stand right there, and I'll just...!" He swiftly lifted you up into his arms with a triumphant cheer, you could see so much from up on his shoulders... but you really wanted to be carried in a more intimate way.
☀︎ After you layed out the specifics, he was more than happy to oblige (world's best husband).
"Hm..." you curled your fingers into your palm before resting your chin on your hand, thinking of what to do. You had been so inexplicably bored today, and sitting on a random bench in a park in the middle of nowhere was not helping. God, long missions sucked.
Suddenly, you heard a voice from around the corner. "Ah-! There they are! Sorry I took so long, you should've seen that line!" And just like that, Mirio comes out from around the corner, holding two popsicles, smile as bright as ever - dare I say heaven sent.
"O-Oh, it's fine... thankyou..!" You carefully grabbed your popsicle before letting out a shaky sigh as soon as he sat down.
"Something wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I just think the heat and... this mission, ugh.. is getting to me" You began to lick your popsicle solemnly (who knew you could do that?) And then Mirio suddenly stood up "Going somewhere?" You asked, looking up at him with that same miserable expression.
"Nope, brace yourself!" Before you had the time to even question what was about to happen, Mirio tucked his arms underneath you and held you up high - holy shit, he was tall.
"Woah..! Uh, what's this for..?" You chuckled softly, definitely not clinging to his chest because you'd never get this chance again.
"You looked down, so I wanted to lift you up..!" He chuckled softly.
Burnin ৡ⊹₊｡°
ৡ Burnin is a fun woman when she's with company and when she's alone. But she takes her job very seriously! You can't be slacking off when you work for Endeavor, what can I say.
ৡ So of course she looked at you like you just killed her family when you asked her to pick you up in the middle of her work day - why would you ask her something like that?
ৡ "Carry you? You know I'm on a mission, right..?" Much like Ida, she's not too fond of making public displays of affection, especially when she's on the clock.
ৡ Even if Burnin isn't the perfect partner, she does try her best, and that's what matters most! She'd often take the time out of her busy day to do something nice for the both of you.
When you finally returned home after a long mission at your own agency, you couldn't even manage to make your way to the couch, you just crashed onto the floor as soon as you stepped through the door.
"Hey, don't go making so much noise as soon as you get ho--" Burnin ceased her sentence as soon as she saw you "Y/N, what the hell..?!" She quickly rushed down the stairs and carefully lifted you into her arms.
"You should have called me..." Burnin takes a moment to look you over before letting out a long sigh "You're okay, that's good."
"Mmh... Hi, Moe, sorry for being so late..." You breathed out softly soon after she rested your stomach on her shoulder.
"Ugh, forget about that, let's just get you clean and in bed..." Burnin sighed as she carried you up the stairs - isn't she just the coolest?
Tomura Shigaraki 𓏲 ๋࣭✋︎ ࣪ ˖
๋࣭✋︎ Now, as much as we'd all love to pretend Shigaraki is perfect boyfriend material, he can be a bit much at times, not so much in a loud way, but he can just be no fun!
๋࣭✋︎ At times, when work is tough, he mostly asks you to carry him, it's not even that you have like a strength quirk or anything (I mean maybe you do, who knows), he just likes the feeling of you holding him, but he refuses to admit it.
๋࣭✋︎ "Y/N, I'm tired, carry me." And who are you to argue with the boss? Plus, he's just so cute when he demands things threateningly like that.
๋࣭✋︎ But it's okay! Because on the very rare occasion, he actually cares! Like when you're too injured to move... (listen, he's not good at this kind of stuff).
"Shit..." Shigaraki choked slightly on the dust in the air as he pulled you out from underneath the rubble "Why didn't you get out of the way, you idiot..?"
Shigaraki dipped his head downwards before pressing his ear against your chest. He breathed out a sigh after hearing the small thumps of your heart.
"Tomura..?" You whispered softly as your eyes began to flutter open.
"Shut up, don't call me that..." he brought you over his shoulder but this only caused you to cough profusely. "Maybe not that..." Shigiraki pulled you off and instead held the back of your knees and your back.
'Bridal style..!?' You thought to yourself, barely being able to focus due to the pain. You didn't say anything but decided to just enjoy this rare act of intimacy.
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The fact that Tenya's quirk is powered by orange juice is something that so many people seem to forget - myself included. But it is so funny to me.
I'm imagining him getting a request for assistance right after he finished brushing his teeth. And then he just somberly chugs some orange juice and tanks how nasty it tastes when it interacts with toothpaste.
Being in a relationship with pro hero Tenya Iida meant learning his rhythms.
There were days when he came back from patrol silent but soft, his body worn down, his hands trembling from too much responsibility and not enough rest. On those days, you’d run him a bath, press warm food into his hands, kiss his temple and whisper that he was doing enough. He’d make love to you slow — reverent, like touching you was the only peace he knew how to hold onto.
But then… there were days like this.
Days where the world had pushed too hard. Where everything had gone wrong — an injury in the field, some reckless rookie under his supervision, a harsh word from an agency rep who didn’t understand what it meant to carry the weight of being a pro-hero.
He didn’t come home soft tonight. He came home silent. Jaw clenched. Gloves thrown off. Muscles tight like he was seconds away from breaking.
You didn’t ask. You just kissed him. You let him press you against the wall, let him grab at your waist, let his mouth crash into yours like he was trying to use you to breathe.
And now?
Your body’s slick, overstimulated and trembling, but he hasn’t stopped — not even for a second.
“You can take it,” he growls, voice low and ragged as his hips slam into you again. “You’re mine. You can take everything I give you.”
you’re laid bare beneath him on the silky sheets flushed, breathless, and entirely his. Your body glistens in the low light.
Above you, Tenya’s massive frame hovers broad shoulders and corded arms caging you in, his chest slick with sweat that drips onto your flushed skin. Every inch of him is hard, heat and muscle and the thick length of him disappearing inside you.
You nod, tearful and dazed, your pussy clenching around him, already throbbing from the last time he made you cum.
Tenya’s gaze drinks you in like he’s starved, like every inch of you is something sacred. Your hair spills across the pillows, framing your delicate, fucked-out features. Glassy doe eyes, cheeks flushed and damp, lips kiss-swollen and trembling. You’re so small under him, trembling and glowing.
Your breasts rising with each panting breath, nipples hardened and glistening with his saliva, your waist tapering into full, perfect hips and a soft, round ass that his hands can’t help but linger on.
His thick cock thrusts into you, filling you again and again, your slick walls clinging desperately around him. The pace is unrelenting, his strength overwhelming — but it’s not rough, not careless. He’s obsessed. Gentle in the way his fingers curl around your throat, possessive in the way his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck, leaving behind a bruise that says youre his.
You turn your face into the pillow to muffle the helpless sounds spilling out of you the whimpers that turn to cries, the gasps that threaten to echo through the walls of your home.
His name is a broken mantra on your lips, and still, he doesn’t stop can’t stop not when you look like this. So beautiful. So perfect. So completely his.
He notices the way your face turns into the pillow, your moans muffled, body trembling beneath him.
It only turns him on more.
His pace slows for just a moment, hips grinding deep as he leans down, voice hot and low against your ear.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers, breath brushing your skin. “Let me hear you.”
You whimper again, muffled by the pillow, and his hand moves, not roughly, but with purpose. He gently tilts your chin, guiding your face back to him, forcing you to look up. His eyes are dark, filled with hunger and reverence all at once.
“I want to hear you,” he says, more firmly this time. “All of it. Every sound you make… that’s mine.”
Then he thrusts into you again, harder now, deeper, and the pillow slips from your grip as a moan breaks free of your throat — raw and beautiful and loud.
He groans at the sound, like it fuels him.
“That’s it,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back. I want to know how good I make you feel.”
And in that moment, nothing else matters
Only him. Only you. Only this.
He doesn’t ease up.
In fact, he goes faster, merciless now, like he’s chasing something deep inside you with every sharp, powerful thrust. His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as your back arches off the sheets, your moans growing higher, sweeter, more desperate.
His hand tightens just enough on your neck to tilt your chin higher, and before you can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto yours swallowing every broken moan, every desperate little cry that bubbles up as his hips pound up into you without mercy.
You whimper pathetically against his tongue, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders for something, anything to hold onto while he devours every sound you try to make.
When he finally rips his mouth from yours, a thin string of spit connects your swollen lips to his. His eyes burn down at you, chest heaving, hand still warm around your throat as he groans against your ear,
“Look at you… fuck— look at how perfect you are for me.”
Deep blue eyes locked on yours watching every twitch of your brows, every shiver that runs down your sweat-dampened body. He loves the way your pretty face crumbles with pleasure, the tears that spill over your lashes, trailing down your cheeks in soft, glistening lines.
“Look at me, Y/N.” he growls, voice thick with need.
Your body obeys before your brain can catch up, overwhelmed and melting under him.
“I-Iida!” you cry, breath hitching, voice a broken mess. “F-Feels… s’good—so good!”
Your words blur into a babble of praise and gasping whimpers, hiccupped moans and trembling confessions. His name spills from your lips over and over, slurred and half-formed as your mind slips further into pleasure. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, your raw need, your devotion, your helplessness under him.
And Tenya drinks in every second like it’s his last.
“You sound so pretty,” he mutters, nearly undone himself. “God, you look so good like this… crying for me.”
He leans down again, lips brushing over your cheek, licking a tear from your skin like it’s sacred.
“You can take it, can’t you? Just a little more. Be good for me.”
Tenya can barely breathe himself.
Every time he thrusts into you, your tight, wet heat clenches around him like you were made for him like your body wants to keep him there. It’s overwhelming. Addictive. Every whimper you let out, every cry of his name, only pushes him closer to the edge.
You look like a dream beneath him — flushed, trembling, crying, your voice wrecked and full of him — and all he can think is: mine.
The way your body wraps around him so snugly, greedily, sends lightning up his spine. The wet sounds between you, the soft slap of skin on skin, the way your walls pulse with every thrust it’s all too much. Too perfect.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, jaw tight, completely ruined by the feeling of you. “You feel… incredible.”
His hand curls around your thigh, lifting it just slightly to get deeper, and when he hears your loud, gasping moan, it makes his hips stutter.
“God—you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans, the muscles in his back flexing as he pounds into you, sweat dripping down his chest. “You feel so good I can’t think—”
He’s never felt this way. Not like this. You’re dragging everything out of him. every ounce of control, every thought, every breath. He’s burning with it, full of it. The pleasure, the emotion, the need to bury himself so deep inside you that there’s no space left for anything else.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, voice shaking as he presses his forehead to yours. “So fucking perfect for me.”
Every touch, every movement, every sound you make is branded into his brain. But right now, all he can think about is making you fall apart. He
feels how close you are, the way your walls pulse tighter, how your legs tremble against his sides. You’re right there teetering on the edge and he wants to be the one to push you over.
With a low grunt, he shifts — grabs you firmly beneath the thighs and presses your legs up, folding them toward your chest. The change in angle has your breath catching instantly, a sharp, desperate whine slipping past your kiss-bruised lips.
“There,” he breathes, his voice low and wrecked, eyes locked onto where you take him. “Right there, baby — I’ve got you.”
And he does.
He starts pounding into you, deep and unrelenting, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again — your g-spot, the one that makes your eyes roll back and your whole body jolt like you’re being lit on fire from the inside out.
You can’t move. Can’t squirm away from it. Not with his strong hands pinning you in place and his body pressed so tight to yours.
He's chasing your breaking point with every deep, precise thrust. His grip tightens around your thighs, pinning you open as his hips slap against yours, the wet sound echoing under the soft whimpers spilling from your lips.
Your moans rise in pitch, your voice shaking. Your eyes squeeze shut, tears clinging to your lashes.
“I-It’s too much—” you gasp, even as your hips push back into him, desperate for more. “Tenya—please—”
Your body’s trembling, legs twitching under his grip, but you’re not trying to get away. If anything, your hips keep rocking forward,
chasing the pressure even as your voice shakes. He sees it, he feels it and leans down, lips brushing your cheek, voice low and steady.
“You can take it,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “You’re doing so well. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it for me, can’t you?”
And in your dazed, overwhelmed state, all you can do is nod — wide, glossy brown eyes blinking up at him, completely undone, completely gone.
“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, the word trembling out of you like instinct. “I c-can— can take it—f’you…”
He’s watching everything the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips tremble, the way you cling to him like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
The pressure is unbearable, mounting fast — your legs shaking, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles go white. You’re close, and he knows it. He leans over you, voice low and urgent.
“You’re gonna cum for me?” he growls, never breaking rhythm. “Let me feel it. Show me, baby.”
Your head tilts back with a sob, the words tumbling out of you before you can stop them.
“I-I can’t—! It’s too good—Tenya, I—oh my god—!”
Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, overwhelming and unstoppable. You scream his name, voice breaking as your body spasms, thighs shaking violently as you squeeze around him. You don’t even realize you’re crying again until he’s brushing a tear away with his thumb.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Just like that… good girl.”
Your pussy clamps down around him, fluttering in tight, desperate pulses. And then you cream hot, wet, and uncontrollable, gushing around his cock, soaking his length, your thighs, the sheets beneath you.
“Fuck—!” he groans, watching it happen, his voice strained. “Look at that—shit, you’re making a mess all over me.”
Your slick drips down between your legs, everything hot and soaked, your cunt milking him in rhythmic waves, like your body doesn’t want to let him go. Your cries turn into hiccupped gasps as you twitch beneath him, overstimulated and shaking, tears still running freely down your cheeks.
And he can feel it all of it the way your pussy spasms around him, trying to pull him in deeper, tighter, begging for him to fill you.
“You’re unreal,” he growls, hips stuttering as your body keeps squeezing him. “fuck, baby—fuck—”
Your body is still pulsing beneath him — warm and trembling, thighs spread wide, pussy tight and soaked from your orgasm. You're not speaking, too dazed, too gone. Just holding him, arms looped around his neck, clinging with what little strength you have left.
And that—that is what finally pushes him over the edge.
“I-ah-I'm going to—” he chokes out, voice strained and low, almost reverent.
He doesn’t even try to pull out. He presses in deep all the way burying himself to the hilt as his body locks up.
And then he’s spilling into you, warm and thick, filling you completely. He groans deeply, his brow pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips. His hands stay firm on your hips, holding you still as he pulses inside, every twitch of his cock sending another hot wave into your already-full cunt.
You gasp softly at the warmth, at the feeling of him coming inside — of your body taking him like it’s second nature.
“You’re—God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, still trembling. “I needed this. Needed you.”
