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“Damn,” he said, tongue wetting his bottom lip. “Didn’t know they were sending me someone that fuckable.”

“Didn’t know they were letting feral dogs into Blue Lock,” you replied flatly, shutting the door behind you.

That only made him smirk.

You ignored the heat crawling up your neck as you opened his file and pretended to focus on the clinical text: post-match hip tension, scar tissue buildup, violent behavior during recovery. The last part was bolded in red.

“Lay down,” you ordered, not looking at him. “We’ll start with assisted mobility work. Minimal resistance.”

“Resistance, huh?” He cocked his head, slowly stepping closer. “Is that what you call it when you clench your thighs every time I look at you?”

You didn’t flinch. “You want to get cleared to play next week? Get on the table.”

He laughed. “You think that clipboard gives you power over me, sweetheart?”

“I think I’ll break your fucking knee if you don’t do what I say.”

“Ohhh,” he purred, “don’t threaten me with a good time.”

And then he moved.

He was in front of you before you could blink—crowding your space, chest bare, that towel still barely hanging on. You stood your ground, eyes level with his collarbones, his heartbeat loud in the charged silence.

He tilted his head. “You’re scared of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Then say no.”

Your heart thudded once, deep in your chest. “What?”

“Say no,” he said again, voice soft now, wicked. “Say no and I’ll back off. I’ll lie down like a good little patient, let you massage my thighs, pretend I don’t wanna pin you to the floor and fuck the fight outta you.”

You said nothing.

That was your first mistake.

His hand shot out. He grabbed your wrist and turned you, pushing your back into the padded table behind you. It wasn’t hard—just fast, practiced, dominant.

You gasped.

“Last chance,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

He ripped your leggings down so fast it made you stumble. Your panties came with them. They hit the floor with a wet sound. And the second he saw how wet you were, his grin went feral.

“No fucking way,” he hissed. “You’re soaked. You walked in here dripping for me, huh?”

“Shidou—”

“Ryusei.”

His fingers were already between your thighs—rough, greedy, unrelenting. He spit on your pussy, smeared it in with his palm, and shoved two fingers inside you with no warning.

You choked on a moan. Your knees buckled. He caught you.

“Goddamn, this pussy’s tight,” he growled. “Clenching already. Fuck, I knew you were all bark.”

He finger-fucked you with filthy precision, palm slapping wet against you with every thrust, his thumb rubbing brutal, focused circles into your clit. You squirmed, shaking.

“Don’t come,” he warned.

“I—fuck—I can’t—”

He pulled out.

You almost sobbed.

Then he grabbed your face, shoved his fingers into your mouth, and whispered, “Taste what I do to you.”

You sucked them without thinking. He moaned.

“Good girl.”

The towel dropped.

His cock was massive. Thick, veiny, flushed dark with need. He pumped it once, slowly, letting you watch.

“Say it,” he said. “Tell me you want it.”

You didn’t speak.

He lined up anyway, grabbed your hip, and slammed into you in one brutal, devastating thrust.

You screamed.

Not pain. Shock. Pleasure. Pressure.

He bottomed out immediately, cock seated deep, hips grinding against your ass. You were dripping down your thighs already.

He pulled out halfway—then slammed back in.

“Fuck, this pussy’s greedy,” he snarled. “Choking my dick like it missed me.”

Your head dropped. His hand caught it by the hair and yanked it back.

“No,” he hissed. “You look at me when I’m ruining you.”

He fucked you hard. Fast. Unapologetic. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, obscene and primal. You were gasping, moaning, shaking. His grip on your hips was bruising.

“You gonna come?” he mocked.

“Yes—please—”

“Beg for it.”

“Ryusei, please—fuck—let me come—”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours—yours—”

“Then take it.”

You came with a scream, your whole body tightening, pussy spasming around his cock.

He didn’t stop.

“Again,” he ordered. “You’re not done.”

You sobbed. “I can’t—”

“You will.”

He grabbed your neck, pulled you upright, bent you over the table again so you could see your reflection in the mirror across the room.

Your makeup was ruined. Hair a mess. Drool on your lips. Your pussy stretched wide around his cock, cream and spit and cum dripping down your thighs.

“You see that?” he whispered in your ear. “That’s what a ruined professional looks like.”

He started rubbing your clit again—fast. Mean.

You came again.

Harder. Louder. Legs collapsing.

He bit your neck and groaned.

“Fuck—I’m gonna fill you up—make this pussy mine—”

He slammed deep.

And came inside you. Hot. Endless. Grinding it in until it leaked around the base of his cock.

He didn’t pull out.

Just rested there. Buried in you. Breathing hard.

You twitched once. Then again. Then collapsed completely against the table.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder.

You couldn’t speak.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured. “Therapy’s every day from now on. Don’t be late.”

He pulled out slowly.

Watched his cum drip from your abused hole.

Then he slapped your ass and laughed.

“Oh really I’ve been the one distracting you?”

A small laugh slips out as I set down my purse down, hopping onto the edge of the desk legs crossed.

“You’re the one who’s been staring at me like I’m a piece of candy.”

The room goes quiet after that.

The tension tightens, heavy and unmoving—neither of you willing to look away.

His jaw tightens,but his eyes never look away from her

“Is it really that obvious?” He’d ask as if he didn’t already know the truth that he yearns for her

“….”

I'd stay silent uncrossing my legs as i hops off the desk the skirt lifting a little.

My legs walk forward to him like a magnetic pull it was inevitable bound to happen as i finally comes close to him it’s like a weight has been lifted but the desire stayed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long nami” her breath hitched as she cups his face the scent of his cologne intoxicating his skin is warm comforting fits her just right.

“If you want it take it y/n”

his voice shaky yet stern his hands settle around her waist like he owned her like her already belonged it was possessive yet loving as if he would never let anything hurt her

He’d hold her in place walking back until her legs hit the office desk with out breaking eye contact his hands move again bolder more confident.

“Your being a tease” id say as my hand feel around his firm chest you could tell all the years of training was doing him well.

His hand finds your wrist first, steadying you like he already knows you won’t pull away. Like you already know your fate is with him and you on your knees when he sees fit.

He kisses you roughly his hands flying tangeling in your hair as he pulls you closer demanding more of your touch your taste.

Id kiss him back in the same pace your hands roaming around his body as your kissing him your hands fumble with his shirt unbuttoning it in a frenzy as your body aches for him your panties damp.

That’s all it takes for him to break.

The kiss deepens, sharper now, like something in him gave in instead of holding the line.

His grip tightens just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you exactly where he wants you.

“You don’t know when to stop,” he mutters quietly, barely pulling back—

“You need discipline” he says as he’d spin me around the desk my ass pressed against his hard cock that restraint by his pants aching to be freed.

“Then train me” you said softly in a shaky moan as you rub your plump flesh against him.

He’d let out a groan his body instinctively grinds up against your ass “y/n” he says in less control less restraint like he’s fighting the urge to fuck you till your legs give out on the desk

'I've wanted this pussy all day,' his voice low and rough, fingers already yanking at your pencil skirt up over your hips.

The cool air hit my exposed thigh my panties soaked through clenching at nothing.

Mhm so greedy this cunt is he’d chuckle slightly his fingers tugging at my panties pulling then down under my ankles

“Spread your legs more” he’d command his hands roaming your ass before

SPANK!

SPANK!

A gutteral moan escaped your mouth your juices drip down your thigh your ass red with marks his hands soothing it like he wasn’t the one to cause it

“Your so mean” a weak sob comes out of your mouth.

“Take what I give you without complaint

Nanami's belt clinked open behind her, the sound sending a shiver down into her core. She heard the zipper, then the rustle of his pants dropping, and before she could catch her breath, his thick cock pressed against her entrance—hot, rigid, and insistent.

“Tell me you want it,” he murmured, one hand sliding up me back to tangle in my hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly. Like a reminder that he was in control

“Please fuck me Nanami” I’d moan at nothing his cock teases nudges my slick folds in a torturous slow pace like he wants me to break beneath him.

Those words were all he needed to hear without hesitation he'd thrust his cock into her his body shivers at the warmth of her pussy his thrust mean and unforgiving.

He didn't hold back one hand pinning her wrist behind her back fucking her senseless his cock pounding Into her swollen pussy it greedily takes in more.

“Shit your tight” he'd grunted his hips stuttering pulling all the way out before slamming back in youd let out a scream of pleasure your walls gushing and tightening around him clenching the desk pressing against her with each mean thrust.

Sweat beaded on her skin the sound of moans and grunts echo in the office room.

“Cum for me cum on the dick” he'd growled his hand snaking down and rubbing her sensitive overstimulated clit pressure built like a storm, her moans turning to desperate sobs as her orgasm ripped through her—gushing around his cock as she came in his cock

“Oh fuck!” his hips stutters as when she came her pussy tightens around him his thrust gets sloppy and deep like he wants to be inside of her he'd cum deep inside of her painting her walls white moaning her name.

You'd been dealing with Toji's broke ass for years now, ever since your son Megumi came into the picture. He wasn't the type to hold down a steady job—bouncing between odd gigs, construction sites when he felt like it, or whatever shady side hustle kept the lights on in his rundown apartment. Child support? Forget it; he'd hand over crumpled twenties when he remembered, leaving you to pick up the slack with your waitressing shifts and late-night hustles. But damn if the man didn't have a pull on you, that scarred-up body and those sharp green eyes that promised trouble every time he showed up at your door.

Tonight was pickup night for little Megumi. You cracked the door open, arms crossed, glaring at him leaning against the frame like he owned the place. His black tank top clung to his broad chest, sweatpants low on his hips, that familiar bulge outlined just enough to make your traitorous body heat up. 'He’s ready,' you said flatly, not inviting him in. Megumi bounded over, hugging his leg. 'Daddy!'

Toji ruffled his hair, smirking down at her before his gaze flicked to you, lingering too long on the way your shorts hugged your thighs. 'Aight, little man!, let's roll.' He scooped him up, but paused, voice dropping. 'You look stressed, ma. Rough week?' The 'ma' slipped out casual, like old times, but you weren't biting.

'Yeah, thanks to you forgetting last month's payment again,' you shot back, keeping your voice low so Megumi wouldn't hear. He was already distracted with his toy in the living room. Toji set him down gently, stepping inside uninvited, closing the door behind him. The air thickened, his presence filling the small space. 'Shit, I been workin'. Girl you know my Truck broke down—'

'Shut the fuck up , Toji. Always excuses.' You poked his chest, hard muscle unyielding under your finger. 'I'm drowning here, and you're out there... whatever the fuck you're doing.' He caught your hand, thumb rubbing your wrist, eyes darkening. 'Watch your mouth around my kid. And don't act like you don't miss me.' He pulled you closer, free hand grazing your hip.

You shoved him back, heart racing. 'Miss what? The deadbeats club? Get out.' But he didn't budge, towering over you, that smirk turning predatory. 'Nah, you miss me being yo man me being the provider . Admit it.' Megumi giggled from the couch, oblivious, watching cartoons. Toji glanced his way, then back, voice a rough whisper. 'Put em to bed early tonight. We talk this out.'

The argument simmered as you got Megumi settled—bath, story, tucking him in with a kiss on the forehead . Toji waited in the kitchen, raiding your fridge like it was his. You stormed in after, slamming the door shut. 'Talk? You mean fuck and forget?'

He turned, bottle of beer in hand—your last one. 'Damn right. That's how we do shit.' He set it down, advancing slow, backing you against the counter. His hands braced on either side, caging you. 'You been givin' me that look since I got here. Pissed, but wet for it.' You slapped his arm, but it lacked heat. 'You're delusional. And broke.'

Toji chuckled low, breath hot on your neck. 'Broke, but I eat good.' His mouth brushed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 'Let me remind you why you keep comin' back.' Before you could protest, his lips crashed onto yours, rough and demanding, tongue pushing in like he owned every inch. You bit back, tasting the beer on him, hands fisting his shirt.

He groaned, grinding his hips forward, hard cock pressing through his sweats against your belly. 'Fuck, yeah—fight me.' One hand yanked your tank top up, exposing your breasts, calloused palm cupping one roughly, pinching the nipple until it pebbled. You gasped into his mouth, legs parting instinctively as he wedged a thick thigh between them.

'To-ji—wait,' you panted, but he was already dropping to his knees, shoving your shorts and panties down in one go. Cool air hit your bare pussy, already slick from the tension. He looked up, eyes hungry. 'Nah, been too long since I tasted this.' His tongue flicked out, flat and broad, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

You gripped the counter, knees buckling as he dove in, sucking your clit hard, two fingers thrusting deep without warning. They curled, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. 'Shit—oh god,' you moaned, trying to stay quiet .Toji hummed against you, vibrations shooting pleasure straight up your spine, his free hand gripping your ass, spreading you wider.

He ate you like a starving man, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to sting, fingers pumping relentlessly. Your thighs quivered around his head, juices coating his chin. 'So fuckin' sweet, ma. Drip for me.' He added a third finger, stretching you, scissoring as he lapped faster, focused on your clit.

The coil tightened, your hand flying to his dark hair, yanking hard. 'Don't stop—fuck, Toji!' Orgasm hit like a freight train, walls clenching around his digits, flooding his mouth. He drank it down, groaning, not letting up until you shoved him away, oversensitive.

Toji stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cock straining obscenely. He shoved his sweats down, thick length springing free—veiny, uncut, pre-cum beading at the tip. 'Turn around. Ass up.' You hesitated, but the command in his voice had you complying, bending over the counter, pussy exposed and aching for more.

He didn't tease, just gripped your hips and slammed in, bottoming out in one brutal thrust. You cried out, muffled by your arm, the stretch burning so good. 'Tight as fuck—take this dick.' He set a punishing pace, hips snapping, balls slapping your clit with each drive. His hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack that made you jolt, skin blooming red.

'Harder,' you begged, pushing back, meeting his thrusts. Toji growled, leaning over you, chest to your back, one hand snaking around to rub your clit roughly. 'Greedy little thing. Gonna fill this pussy up.' He bit your shoulder, marking you, pounding deeper, the kitchen filling with wet sounds and your shared gasps.

He flipped you suddenly, hoisting you onto the counter, legs wrapping around his waist as he plunged back in. Face to face now, his green eyes locked on yours, intense. 'Look at me when you cum.' Fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wide as he rutted hard, cock dragging against your walls, hitting your g-spot every time.

Sweat dripped from his brow, muscles flexing with each thrust. You clawed his back, nails leaving red trails. 'Toji—close, shit!' He pinched your nipple, twisting, the pain mixing with pleasure. 'Cum on this cock, baby. Milk me.' The words pushed you over, second orgasm ripping through you, pussy spasming, squeezing him tight.

Toji followed with a guttural 'Shit!', thrusts erratic, burying deep as he came, hot spurts painting your insides. He stayed lodged, grinding slow, riding it out until you both stilled, panting. He kissed you lazy then, almost tender. 'See? We good now.'

Tonight was no different. The bass thumped through the walls of the frat house, red solo cups scattered like casualties on every surface. You pushed through the crowd, dodging drunken pledges and sorority girls hanging off each other. Satoru was sprawled on the worn leather couch in the living room, a fresh-faced freshman perched on his knee, giggling at whatever bullshit he was whispering. His arm draped casually around her waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on her exposed skin. Your stomach twisted, heat rising in your chest—not the good kind.

‘Satoru,' you snapped, voice cutting through the noise like a knife. He looked up, those shades slipping down his nose just enough to reveal the amusement in his eyes. The girl glanced at you, confused, but he didn't push her off. 'What?' he drawled, popping the 'p' with that infuriating cockiness. 'Can't you see I'm busy?'

You crossed your arms, stepping closer, the crowd parting instinctively. 'Busy? With what, your latest conquest? Thought we had that talk about boundaries, you arrogant prick.' The freshman shifted uncomfortably, but Satoru just laughed, low and mocking, waving her off like she was yesterday's trash. She scurried away, and he leaned back, spreading his legs wider in invitation—or challenge.

'Boundaries? Babe, you know that's not how this works.' He patted his thigh, eyes raking over you like you were the only one in the room. 'Come here. Stop throwing a tantrum.' You hated how your body reacted, pulse quickening despite the rage bubbling inside. 'Fuck you, Satoru. I'm not one of your disposable flings. Or am I?'

He stood up in one fluid motion, towering over you, his cologne—something sharp and expensive—invading your space. The partygoers nearby quieted, sensing the storm. 'You're the one who keeps coming back, aren't you?' he hissed, voice dropping to that dangerous timbre. 'Acting all high and mighty when we both know you love the chase. The fights. The make-up fucks that leave you screaming my name.' His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to pull you flush against him.

You yanked back, but he didn't let go, his grip tightening. 'Let go, asshole. You're embarrassing yourself.' Lies—you both thrived on this toxicity, the push and pull that kept the fire alive. 'Embarrassing? Nah, that's you, clinging to a guy who parties harder than he studies.' He leaned in, breath hot against your ear. 'But you stay. Why's that, huh? 'Cause no one else fucks you like I do?'

The words hit like a slap, but you shoved him anyway, chest heaving. 'You're such a dick. Flirting with every slut who walks by, then acting like I'm the problem.' A couple guys from the frat whistled, but Satoru ignored them, his free hand cupping your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'Jealousy's cute on you, but get over it. I'm not your boyfriend—I'm your bad habit.'

You slapped his hand away, voice rising. 'Then why do you keep dragging me into this shit? Calling me at 3 AM, showing up at my dorm like you own me.' He smirked again, stepping back just enough to rake his eyes down your body—tight top, skirt that hugged your hips. 'Because you let me. And fuck, you look good pissed off. Makes me wanna bend you over right here.'

The argument hung in the air, charged, the party fading into background noise. You turned to storm off, but he caught your arm again, spinning you back. 'Don't walk away. We both know how this ends.' His voice softened a fraction, laced with that manipulative charm. 'Upstairs. Now.' You glared, heart pounding, but your feet followed him anyway, up the creaky stairs to his room, the door slamming shut behind you.

Inside, the mess of his life greeted you—clothes strewn about, empty bottles on the dresser, posters of half-naked models peeling from the walls. He locked the door, turning with that predatory glint. 'You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?' he growled, backing you against the bed. You pushed at his chest, but there was no real fight left. 'Good. Feel what it's like for once.'

He kissed you then, rough and demanding, teeth clashing as his tongue invaded your mouth. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting copper, and he groaned, shoving you down onto the mattress. 'Fucking hell, woman.' His hands were everywhere, yanking your top up, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He palmed them roughly, thumbs flicking over your hardening nipples, pinching until you arched.

'Satoru—' you gasped, but he cut you off with another bruising kiss, his knee wedging between your thighs, pressing against your core. You ground against him instinctively, heat pooling despite the anger. 'Shut up,' he murmured against your skin, trailing bites down your neck, marking you like territory. 'You want this. Always do.'

He stripped you fast, skirt hiked up, panties ripped aside with a tear that echoed. His fingers dove in, two thick digits plunging into your wetness without preamble, curling just right. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. 'So fucking soaked already. All that yelling turns you on, huh?' He pumped harder, thumb circling your clit, building that electric pressure.

You bucked against his hand, hating how right he was. 'Asshole—don't stop.' He chuckled darkly, free hand undoing his belt, cock springing free—long, thick, veins pulsing. He stroked himself once, eyes locked on yours, before pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tip, teasing your entrance. 'Beg for it. Tell me you need this dick.'

'Fuck you,' you spat, but your hips lifted, chasing him. He thrust in halfway, stretching you deliciously, then pulled back. 'Say it.' The tease was torture, your walls clenching around nothing. 'Please, Satoru—fuck me.' He slammed home then, burying deep, the slap of skin loud in the room.

He set a brutal pace, hips snapping, cock dragging against every sensitive spot. You wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. 'That's it—take it, you needy little thing.' His mouth found your breast, sucking hard, teeth grazing as he pounded relentlessly. The bedframe rattled, headboard thumping the wall, but neither of you cared.

Sweat slicked your bodies, his white hair sticking to his forehead as he chased his release, but he held back, hand slipping between you to rub your clit in tight circles. 'Cum for me first. Squeeze this cock like you own it.' The command tipped you over, orgasm crashing through you, vision blurring as you clenched around him, soaking the sheets.

You'd been dating Katsuki Bakugo for over a year now. He was the king of the streaming world, pulling in millions of viewers with his angry Chihuahua  personality and killer skills in whatever game he picked up. His setup was top-tier, lights blazing, multiple monitors glowing in the corner of your shared apartment. You loved watching him work, the way his sharp eyes focused, his hands flying over the keyboard. But tonight, as he prepped for his weekly live stream, you felt a mischievous spark.

Bakugo glanced over from his chair, his red eyes narrowing. 'Oi, what're you starin' at? Don't tell me you're gonna hover the whole time.' His voice was gruff, but there was that underlying warmth he only showed you. You smirked, leaning against the doorframe in your oversized shirt—his, actually—and shorts that barely qualified as clothing.

'Just thinking about how tense you get during these streams,' you replied, sauntering closer. 'Maybe you need a way to unwind.' He snorted, adjusting his headset. 'Tch, I unwind by blowing noobs' heads off in-game. Now scram, show's starting in five.' But you didn't move. Instead, you slid onto his lap as he booted up the stream, your back pressing against his chest.

The chat exploded the moment his face cam lit up. 'Sup, extras? Bakugo here, ready to dominate.' Donations poured in, comments flying: King's back! Who's that in the background? He ignored them, diving into the first match of the night—a high-stakes battle royale. His fingers danced on the mouse, explosions metaphorically lighting up the screen as he racked up kills. You shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his body through his thin tank top.

Half an hour in, and he was on fire, trash-talking opponents like always. 'Die, you worthless shit!' he barked, grinning ferally. But you could tell the adrenaline was building, his thighs tensing under you. Leaning back, you whispered in his ear, 'Bet I can make this even more exciting.' His eyes flicked to you, warning in them, but his cock twitched against your ass, betraying him.

You didn't wait for permission. Your hand slipped down, palming him through his sweatpants. He hissed, grip tightening on the mouse. 'The fuck are you—' But he cut off, focusing on the game as an enemy flanked him. Chat noticed his brief stutter: Bakugo lagging? Nah, he's just too good. You grinned, freeing his hardening cock from the waistband. It sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum.

Slowly, you turned in his lap, facing him now, your knees bracketing his hips. The desk hid most of it from the cam, but the thrill of the audience just feet away in digital space made your pussy clench. 'Keep streaming,' you murmured, stroking him firmly. His jaw clenched, but he nodded once, eyes darting back to the screen. 'Yeah, yeah, I'm on it, idiots.' His voice was rougher, strained.

You sank down, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. The salty taste hit your tongue as you swirled around it, sucking lightly. Bakugo's free hand fisted in your hair, not pushing, just holding on. 'Shit,' he muttered under his breath, away from the mic. On screen, he missed a shot, cursing louder for the viewers. 'Damn lag!' Chat bought it, spamming laughs.

You bobbed deeper, hollowing your cheeks, your hand working the base in twisting pumps. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting shallowly into your throat. You gagged softly but kept going, saliva dripping down his shaft. The stream chat was oblivious, hyped on his kills, but you felt exposed, like they could hear the wet sounds if you weren't careful.

Bakugo's breaths came heavier, his narration turning clipped. 'Flanking left—fuck—got 'em.' You hummed around him, the vibration making him groan low. His hand tightened in your hair, guiding you faster now. 'You're gonna make me lose it,' he growled quietly, but there was no real anger—just raw need. You pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his throbbing cock. 'Then don't lose the game.'

Climbing up, you positioned yourself over him, shoving your shorts aside. No panties— you'd planned this. His eyes darkened as you sank down, inch by inch, your tight pussy stretching around his girth. 'Katsuki,' you gasped, biting your lip to stay quiet. He gripped your hips hard, nails digging in, holding you still for a second to adjust.

The game intensified, enemies closing in. You started riding him slowly, rolling your hips in a rhythm that matched his clicking frenzy. Up and down, your walls clenching each time you bottomed out, his cock hitting that deep spot. Sweat beaded on his forehead, visible to the stream, but he played it off as game stress. 'Come on, you bastards, is that all?' he snarled, voice edged with the strain of not moaning.

You leaned forward, bracing on the desk edge, your breasts brushing his chest. The angle let you grind harder, clit rubbing against his pelvis. His hand slipped under your shirt, pinching a nipple roughly, making you whimper. 'Quiet,' he hissed, but his thrusts met yours now, subtle upward snaps hidden by the chair.

Chat went wild as he clutched a narrow victory. GOAT! That was intense! If only they knew. You sped up, chasing your release, pussy fluttering around him. 'Gonna cum,' you breathed against his neck. He nodded, mic-mute engaged for a split second. 'Do it. Milk my cock.'

The orgasm hit you like a wave, your body shuddering as you clenched down, soaking his lap. Bakugo followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding your pussy with hot cum, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to stifle the grunt. He unmuted just in time. 'Round two, extras? Let's go.'

'You’ve been a very bad assistant,' he said, his voice low and commanding, laced with a dangerous edge that sent a thrill racing down your spine, 'disobeying my direct orders and wasting my valuable time in ways that demand immediate correction.'

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat flush across your cheeks as you stammered out an apology, 'I’m so sorry, sir, I truly didn’t mean to disappoint you like that.'

He rose from his chair with slow, predatory grace, circling around you like a shark sensing blood in the water, his hand grazing your shoulder lightly at first before gripping it firmly, sending electric shivers cascading through your entire body.

'Sorry simply isn’t enough for this level of insubordination,' he murmured, leaning in so close that his hot breath fanned against your ear, making your knees weaken, 'you need a proper punishment to remind you of your place under my authority.'

Your pulse thundered in your ears as he seized your wrist in a vice-like hold, pulling you forcefully toward the leather chair that dominated the corner of the room, his command slicing through the tension like a blade: 'Get on your knees right now, and don’t make me repeat myself.'

You dropped down obediently, the rough carpet biting into your skin as you knelt before him, and he loomed over you imposingly, unbuckling his belt with agonizing slowness, the metallic clink reverberating through the quiet office like a promise of what’s to come.

'Keep your eyes on me while I deliberate on exactly how to handle a disobedient little thing like you,' he instructed, his dark gaze burning into yours with unyielding focus, and as you stared up at him, mesmerized, he freed his thick, hardening cock from his trousers, the veins pulsing visibly under your hungry stare, already throbbing with anticipation.

'Open that pretty mouth of yours wide,' he growled deeply, his tone brooking no argument, 'and take your punishment like the good girl I know you can be when you try.'

You parted your lips eagerly, your tongue darting out to tease the tip tentatively, but he wasted no time, fisting your hair tightly and thrusting forward without mercy, his cock sliding deep into your throat in one smooth, demanding motion that made you gag softly around his girth.

He didn’t relent for a second, fucking your mouth with a steady, relentless rhythm that had tears welling in your eyes from the intensity, yet the arousal building between your thighs was undeniable, a slick heat pooling as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder just as he demanded.

'That’s right, take it deeper, show me exactly how sorry you are by worshipping my cock like it owns you,' he rasped, his hips bucking sharply, pre-cum leaking onto your tongue in salty bursts that you swallowed greedily, the wet sounds of your efforts filling the room.

Suddenly, he pulled out with a slick pop, strings of saliva bridging the gap between your swollen lips and his glistening shaft, leaving you gasping for air as he hauled you to your feet.

'Stand up and bend over the desk—now ass up,' he ordered, and you complied instantly, presenting your ass to him while he hiked up your skirt with rough, impatient hands, yanking your panties down to your ankles and exposing your dripping wet pussy to the cool office air.

'Look at you, so fucking soaked already from just a taste of my dick,' he observed with a dark chuckle, his fingers tracing your slick folds teasingly, 'you really do love being my eager little slut, don’t you, craving every bit of this punishment?'

'Yes, sir, I love it s much —please, punish me harder, make it hurt so good,' you whimpered, your voice trembling with need as his palm cracked down sharply against your ass cheek, the stinging impact blooming into red heat that made you gasp and arch back for more.

'Count every single one out loud, and thank me properly for each one ,' he demanded, delivering another smack even harder than the first, the force jiggling your flesh and sending jolts straight to your throbbing clit.

'One... thank you, sir,you moaned, and he continued the onslaught relentlessly, spanking you until your cheeks burned fiery red and your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the desk below, each strike pushing you closer to the edge of desperation.

'You’re entirely mine to use however I see fit—do you understand that pet?' he growled, his voice rough with possession as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, teasing the sensitive lips without granting you the penetration you craved.

'Yes, sir, I’m all yours to fuck whatever you want,' you begged breathlessly, pushing back against him in futile need, 'please, just fuck me already, Higurama—I need your thick cock stretching me out right now.'

With a primal grunt, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt and stretching your tight walls around his pulsing length, the sudden fullness ripping a cry from your throat as your nails dug into the unyielding wood of the desk.

He pounded into you mercilessly, his balls slapping rhythmically against your swollen clit with every deep drive, the obscene sounds of skin meeting skin echoing off the walls as he claimed you completely.

'Take every inch like the greedy whore you are, squeezing me so tight with that perfect pussy,' he snarled, one hand snaking around to wrap firmly around your throat, squeezing just enough to make stars dance in your vision and heighten the dizzying pleasure surging through you.

'Choke me harder, sir, while you ruin me-this pussy,' you gasped out between thrusts, your body trembling under the dual assault of his grip and his cock hammering into your core, the pressure building like a coiling spring ready to snap.

He obliged, tightening his hold as his thrusts grew even more savage and deep, driving you toward oblivion until your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching spasmodically around him, milking his shaft as your juices soaked him completely and you shattered with a keening moan.

But he wasn’t finished, groaning low as he pulled out abruptly and flipped you onto your back atop the desk, your legs splayed wide and hooked over his broad shoulders to allow him even deeper access.

'Not done with you yet—I want to watch your face twist in ecstasy while I fuck you senseless,' he said, sliding back into your still-quivering heat with a slick glide that had you both moaning in unison, his angle hitting that devastating spot inside you over and over.

'Fuck, you’re so incredibly tight so greedy, gripping me like you never want to let go, begging to be filled up,' he panted, sweat glistening on his chiseled chest as his pace quickened to a frenzied blur, the desk creaking under the force of his relentless assault.

'Harder, sir, breed me deep—fill me up with your hot cum wanna be dripping,' you pleaded, your hands clawing at his back, urging him on as the second climax built rapidly within you.

'You really want my load pumping into you, you’re pathetic. Beg for it like the desperate whore who’s addicted to my cock,' he taunted, his control fraying at the edges as he chased his own release.

'Please, cum inside me now, Higuruma—flood me with it, make me overflow with your seed!' you cried out, and with a guttural roar, he buried himself impossibly deep, hot spurts of cum erupting into your depths, painting your walls white as he claimed you utterly.

You trembled beneath him, aftershocks rippling through your spent body in delicious waves, and as he finally collapsed over you, his lips brushing soft kisses along your neck in stark contrast to the earlier roughness, he whispered huskily, 'Good girl, you’ve done so good for me baby’

Higuru ma notices before you even say anything, the slight unsteadiness in your hands, the way you hesitate reaching for your clothes.

He doesn’t comment on it, just steps in quietly, gathering your things with that same composed efficiency he brings to everything else.

“Here,” he murmurs, voice softer now, holding the fabric open for you instead of rushing you through it. His movements are careful, deliberate, making sure nothing feels overwhelming, guiding your arms through sleeves, smoothing the material down like it actually matters to him that you’re comfortable.

That’s what the Hokage said, anyway. “Lure him out. Let him underestimate you. We’ll back you up.”

Only… backup never came.

And now you were here, pinned against the jagged stone wall of a ruined temple, Madara Uchiha’s hand around your throat, his Sharingan spinning like fire in his eyes.

“You’re brave,” he said, voice silk over steel. “Or just stupid.”

You glared at him. “I’ve killed stronger than you.”

He laughed—a dark, rich sound that sent chills down your spine.

“Stronger than me?” His grip tightened just enough to make your pulse spike. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

You should’ve been terrified.

But you were burning.

He was huge. Towering. Every inch of him pure power, wild hair brushing your cheeks, his armor pressing into your chest, eyes devouring you like prey.

“I don’t break easily,” you hissed.

Madara smirked.

“Good.”

Then he slammed you to the ground.

The air fled your lungs. Your hands shot out—chakra flaring, ready to strike—but he was faster.

So much faster.

He caught your wrists, pinned them above your head with one hand, and straddled your waist with his massive frame.

“You came looking for me,” he murmured. “Now you’ve got me. All of me.”

You struggled, gasping beneath him. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Why?” His other hand slid down your chest, casually tearing open your shirt with the tips of his fingers. “You wanted this.”

“I wanted to kill you.”

He leaned down until your noses touched, his breath hot on your lips.

“No, little kunoichi. You wanted to be ruined.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was a claim—tongue forcing its way into your mouth, teeth biting your bottom lip until it bled, like he wanted to taste your defiance.

Your hips bucked, trying to throw him off.

He chuckled.

“Oh… you fight even better on your back.”

His hand slipped between your legs, fingers dragging roughly over your pants until he felt just how wet you already were.

Madara grinned like the devil.

“I barely touched you.”

“F-fuck off—”

He ripped your pants down in one motion, baring you completely. The cold air kissed your thighs for a second—then he was there, mouth pressing hot kisses to your inner thigh, biting until you gasped.

Then his tongue—

“Oh god—!”

He licked you once. Slowly. Lazily. Like he had centuries to tease you apart.

“You taste like desperation,” he murmured. “Like a girl who knows she’s already lost.”

You shook your head. “This doesn’t mean you win.”

He laughed again, cruel and indulgent. “You’re soaked. Squirming. Arching. I’ve already won.”

You tried to close your legs.

He forced them open.

His tongue circled your clit, again and again, until you were panting and begging into the stone floor. His fingers pushed into you without warning—one, then two, then curling up just right.

“Madara—please—”

He hummed. “That’s better.”

You came hard, thighs shaking, back arching—completely undone by the man you were sent to defeat.

But he wasn’t done.

Madara sat back on his knees, pulling his armor off piece by piece until his massive cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already dripping.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked.

“Scared?”

“No,” you whispered. “Just wondering if you’re gonna break me.”

His eyes darkened.

“I’m going to do worse.”

He yanked you up, bending you over the stone altar in the center of the temple. Cold rock against your stomach. Warm skin pressing into your back.

Then—

One brutal thrust.

You screamed. He groaned.

“Fucking tight,” he snarled.

He didn’t move right away. Just stayed there—deep inside you—letting your body twitch around him.

Then he started to fuck you.

Hard. Relentless. Deep enough to bruise.

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the temple, mixing with your moans, your sobs, his low, primal grunts.

“You were made for this,” Madara growled, slamming into you again. “To take my cock. To be mine.”

You cried out, clawing at the altar.

“Say it.”

“N-no—”

He slapped your ass, once, twice, making you jerk and gasp.

“Say it.”

“I—I’m yours—”

“Louder.”

“I’M YOURS—!”

He groaned like a beast and came inside you, cock throbbing, hot cum filling you until it dripped down your thighs. He stayed buried deep, panting against your shoulder, fingers tangled in your hair.

You couldn’t move.

Could barely breathe.

Madara licked the sweat from your neck.

“This is only the beginning,” he whispered. “You think one night is enough to satisfy me?”

You shivered.

He kissed your spine.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow.”