My Starlight...

regardless, you were told it via email that it was only going to be five mintues, and remote, so you power through. navigating to the zoom link that was added to your calender, you click it and are directed to wait in the virtual lobby before tsukishima is ready to see you.

eventually, the screen shifts and you're welcomed to the video call. it's only the two of you, and his camera shows that he's in his home office, yet he's still dressed up professionally in his ironed white shirt and navy tie. not to mention his hair which is perfectly styled. as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, there's a flash of judgement in his lenses, and you suddenly become accutely aware of the fact you are clearly sat on your couch with a regular t-shirt on. feeling scandalously underdressed for this zoom meeting.

"(l/n)." your name on his sharp tongue sounds like a slur, "are you ready for your review?"

you nod, and squeak, "yes."

there must be papers or something that he's reading from, as he keeps glancing down in front of him, or slightly to the side of his computer. "okay. describe the goals you've achieved in this last month." you can't quite see his eyes well due to his camera quality and glasses, however you can basically hear the eye-roll as he speaks. you've never had a manager who so blatantly doesn't give a fuck before.

it's strange because you've seen him when the team is missing deadlines and falling behind on work, and that's when the attitude comes out and he becomes extremely strict, short-tempered and overbearing. (it's kinda hot when he reprimands you all for being lazy). so seeing him so laid-back is a bit jarring; it shows that he's actually a multi-faceted human being with emotional complexities and not just your work-place eye-candy. huh.

"any day now." kei huffs, swiftly cutting you out of your daydream.

"uh," you stutter, frantically grabbing your notebook wherein you wrote about all the stuff you've been doing this past month, "i, erm, have been mostly focused on my projects. i was involved in several long meetings with the finance deparment, where we discussed our budget opinions for this new contract."

tsukishima just stared at his camera with an incredibly bored expression. you could tell he was barely paying attention, especially since he kept glancing down at his lap, probably at his phone.

"uh, i could forward you the minutes from the meeting, if you wa—"

"no need."

"alright." you gulp, flicking over the page of your notebook and skimming over the other duties you undertook, "you've probably already heard, but i worked with the team to create the project timeline. then, adjusting it based on input from the—"

it's difficult to tell over the sound of your own voice, but you swear that you hear tsukishima... groan? well, he certainly made some noise; you could tell by the green frame that surrounded his image to signal that his mic was active. however, perhaps it wasn't a groan, maybe it was just the creaking of his desk chair, or a stifled cough. either way, it caused you both to stiffen and stare at each other awkwardly.

he clears his throat, then says, "would you mind if i turn my camera off?"

was your boss seriously asking you for permission to do something? strange. regardless, you weren't really in a position to say 'no', so you just nodded, unable to see the harm in it. he mumbled a 'thanks' then reached forward to turn it off, and you're met with a blank screen with his initials TK in the centre. "feel free to do the same." he reassures, and thus you do so, not wanting to be the only one with your camera on.

"uh, so, as i was saying." you hesitantly continue, shamelessly fidgeting with your hands now that he was unable to see you, "i also followed up with stakeholders to touch base on the deliverables and seek feedback on which direction they would like to see the project go."

tsukishima knew what he was doing was wrong and depraved. but could you really blame him? every single day is the exact same; to him, it's all a blur of corporate banality. sure, this dull job pays well and is the reason he lives in such a big house and wears tailored clothes, but it's just so lifeless: he clocks in, tells people to work harder, they don't listen to him, he eats lunch, updates a spreadsheet then goes home.

a part of his reality has been skewed and he feels like nothing he could possibly do will have a real impact on anyone or anything, so why not get himself off during a zoom meeting with his favourite employee? where's the harm? it's not like you'll ever find out — he's done it before and you've been none-the-wiser. your pretty little face in his office has brightened his days and is often the only reason he comes in to work at all. for just the chance to see that sweet smile, or to hear that cute laugh or see your perky tits in that one sheer blouse you own. fuck.

plus, lust is about the only emotion he can still feel — sadness, anger and joy have been sucked right out of him and now simply exist as a deep amalgamation of 'meh'. therefore, it's unsurprising that he's chasing it so desperately.

perhaps with such a desperation that he's becoming sloppy, as while he dragging his fingers up his shaft, getting himself off to the sound of your angelic voice filling his ears, another faint moan slips out. and he immediately tenses when it does.

"uh, are you okay, tsukishima?" you ask.

shit. he must've lost himself in the fantasy too much, and let his guard slip. in his defence, it was hard not to get immersed in the dream of your tight cunt replacing his fingers and squeezing his cock just right. in his mind, you'd look at him with those beady, innocent eyes of yours, and ask 'am i doing a good job, sir?'. to which, tsukishima has to decide if he wants to reply 'yes, sweetie' and let you ride him, or if he wants to call you a stupid cock whore and rearrange your guts until you're squirting all over his desk and papers.

albeit, right now probably wasn't an apt time to be making that decision, especially as he was afraid that you were catching on to his perverse habits. "uh— ah, yeah. fine. just a bit tired. uhm, continue." he instinctually rubbed his eye to emphasise his point, while knowing full-well that you can't see him.

"alright. if you say so." you shrug it off once more; you were nearing the end of your list anyway, so you may as well preserve through the final stretch instead of making a big deal out of his weird noises and further prolonging the meeting — and he was probably telling the truth anyway. yeah, maybe his groaning was a tad strange, but there's no way he's doing something innappropriate while on a zoom call to you, and maybe you were the pervert for even thinking that he is masterbating in the first place.

"well, i also took a large role in the interdepartmental project and drafted a proposal to submit to the business finance team."

he knew he shouldn't; you had almost caught him twice already. but he just couldn't help it. when you started speaking, his hand just started moving on his own. he tried to focus on the things you were saying but all he could imagine was your mouth moving, then his mind wandered to wondering what those cute lips would look like wrapped around his thick shaft. his palms rubbed his length, then his finger brushed against his throbbing tip, and that was enough to end it.

"and sought feedback and reviews from thoroughout the team before i—"

"mmph.."

his jaw tensed and his teeth grinded together harshly in is best attempt to muffle any noise, but it was futile. his eyes rolled back in his head as his hot seed spurted over his hand and dripped down onto the navy material of his slacks. he wasn't sure what was more shameful; the fact he had cum to your voice alone, or the fact you heard him.

and you were without a doubt this time, he was definitely touching himself on this zoom call with you.

"ts—tsukishima!" you stammer, eyes wide and gaping at your screen as though you had witnessed it yourself. and it's almost like you did; despite the fact his camera was off, his distinct whimpers painted vivid image in your mind of his slender fingers sliding up and down over his dick. his head tilted back slightly, eyes fluttered shut with his glasses sliding up the bridge of his nose. and shit, why did that thought kinda turn you on?

regardless, this situation was way too risky for you to feel comfortable. even as your boss tries to stutter out a defense:

"(y/n), i— that wasn't— uhm.."

"i need to go. bye." you say, frantically leaning forward and navigating your mouse to the 'leave call' button. only when the meeting collapsed and you were met with your screensaver image, did you finally feel ready to breathe again. it took you a moment of silently staring at your screen to process what just happened. a part of you hoped that was all just some strange fever dream, but it seemed that no matter how long you waited, you didn't wake up.

if it was real, you're unsure how to approach this situation professionally. is this the part where you report him to HR? but you don't have a recording of the meeting, so would they even believe you? did you even want to tell them? if you get him fired, what if some other manager replaces him and makes your life hell? although tsukishima was strict, admittedly he's always been a bit more lenient with you than others, which you appreciated — originally you thought he was nice to you because you were new, but now you're starting to see the real reason why.

it was a difficult choice to make. what he did was depraved, obscene and entirely immoral. even though he's hot and you'd want him to nail you against your headboard any day of the week, what he did still made you uncomfortable, so he deserves to be punished. he deserves to know what it feels like to be objectified like that.

getting him fired wasn't going to do the trick. plus, you'd lose all your blackmail matieral if he leaves. no, you need to get your lick back the proper way:

by fingering yourself during the next check-in meeting with him.

All he needed to perk himself back up was have you drooling over him, saying things like “Fuck, Tsumu you’re so big.”, “You’re so strong.”, “You fuck me so good, please don’t stop.” While he all but ruined you right there on the entryway floor, because he couldn’t make it past your sweet voice welcoming him back without fishing his dick out of his pants. 

He made the discovery of his little preference a bit before you started living with him.

The two of you had a pretty heavy argument a few days before you were going to officially move in. It was smoothed out shortly after it happened and you had reassured him no longer being upset the next morning. Despite that, there was something about him still so saddened that he made you upset. He felt like such an idiot, almost ruining his own shot at a wonderful life with you. He knew you weren’t angry anymore, and you promised him you’d still be bringing your stuff over next week, but there was still something nagging him deep down and it just wouldn’t stop.

Atsumu truly cared about what you thought of him, and he doesn’t know what he’d do if those thoughts were to ever be negative.

The day after the argument, you found him waiting at your job's reception area when your lunch break started. You were whisked away as soon as he spotted you, and treated to a nice little restaurant close by. 

He spent most of the lunch repeating apologies for the night before that you took more than gladly, chuckling to yourself at how remorseful he was over something that had undoubtedly been a rather small rock in the road. 

“Tsumu, I told you I forgive you. We were both being stupid, there’s no need to apologize anymore.” You reassured him once more, smiling as he took your hand in his across the table.

“I know, I know. I’ll stop it. But couldja swear again ya still love me?” He looked at you with sad puppy dog eyes, and it took everything in you not to laugh.

“I swear to God, I still love you and I’ll never stop.”

“Alright, I’ll calm down now… I’ll calm down some.” 

After a nice hour of cheering you and himself up, Atsumu took you back to work; but not before pulling you to the backseat of his car, begging for your praise while pounding you relentlessly in some lonely spot on the back of your office’s parking lot.

Atsumu knew he could’ve waited until you were back home, but he desperately needed to have absolute acceptance to his apologies; and something he’d never doubt to be truthful was the sounds of your wet pussy swallowing his dick whole, accompanied by the feeling of your beautifully manicured hands clinging to his back. 

He was more talkative then than he had been any other time you had sex with him, which is an insane feat for Atsumu. 

He had you on your back against the plush leather seats, his hands firmly grasping your hips to keep you from squirming away from his deep, oppressive thrusts while he buried his face on your neck.

“M making ya feel good?—don’t run from it, c’mon—No one else could make you feel like this.” He sounded completely wrecked against you, breathy, desperate voice muffled against you, vying for your praise by making you see stars. “No one else can give this perfect pussy what it needs. Ain’t that right, sweet girl?”

He had to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from moaning loud enough for the entire lot to hear, leg muscles taut and twitching as he felt his high approaching when you started crying out his name, telling him he’s the only one who can fuck you that good.

“Just me. That’s right, baby.” He thrusted in you erratically, arms sliding under you to wrap firmly around your back, arching it just right to pound you at a better angle, dragging his swollen tip against that sweet spot to make you come undone with him. “Tell me ya love me, please ‘m so close—” 

Atsumu had gone back home feeling so giddy and relieved, the most stupid lovesick smile stuck on his face the entire afternoon, and still there when he picked you up from work. You had to bribe him so he’d wait until you made it to your house to throw himself at you again.

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Domineering, devoted!Sakusa who had the world’s most patient princess for a partner. He knew he wasn’t the easiest person to date; he had all his problems with people, he was far too blunt—the warmth and tenderness he now treated you with was completely nonexistent when you first met—he was far too focused in his career and often consumed by it, and yet you didn’t seem to care about any of it. 

You treated his filterless honesty as an endearing thing. You admired his dedication and often reassured him of not being bothered by it, as long as he still gave you attention when he was home. You adapted to all his hygienic routines when you moved in with him as if you had been following them your whole life, never judging him for how thorough he was about some things, only chuckling to yourself at certain rules while nodding along. 

You were never upset at how quickly he liked leaving parties and events, you didn’t mind how he reserved most of his affection for behind closed doors, you gladly took the smallest bits of PDA he was okay with providing—like holding your wrist while you walked, sitting close enough your knees touched, or keeping a hand on your lower back whenever he deemed it appropriate—all because you knew when you got back home, you’d get all of him, unfiltered, and obsessed.

He was very appreciative of every compromise you made, everything you sacrificed, everything you agreed to; and he went out of his way to show it, wanting to make sure you’d never wake up one day upset about the life you were having with him. 

Kiyoomi treated you like something worth caring for at all times, the apple of his eye. When he was home, you could completely forget about touching a single kitchen utensil, he would make anything you pleased and would only let you sit on one of the stools and eye him up.

He made an effort to indulge you in every single request, no matter how big or small, just as long as it didn’t threaten your well-being. 

And God forbid you even thought of using your own money for any frivolous purchases your heart desired. He’d let you spend down to his last cent if you so wished; though thankfully for you both, you weren’t keen on bankruptcy.

In general, Kiyoomi was very hands-on when it came to caring for you. In every single way. He enjoyed showing you how truly devoted he was to reciprocating the kindness you graced him with, it was no one’s fault some of his preferred methods for it fell along indecent lines. 

It could have to do with the fact that he often worried his lack of affection in public could ever become a problem for you, so he made sure to be all over you the second you were alone. 

He took giving you all of him behind closed doors very seriously.

It would start as soon as he was back, immediately at ease at the perfectly pristine penthouse, taking off his shoes, his mask, and setting down everything in their respective places before he made his way to wherever you were.

Some days he’d be slower in his approach, when he found you already unwinding from your own responsibilities. 

He’d take your hand, giving it a chaste kiss while pulling you against him, asking you to join him in the shower. He’d start subtle, sweet. Helping you wash your hair, kissing and caressing every inch of your body he could manage to get at while the water remained warm. But before you knew it, soft massages and whispered compliments would end in you stuck between him and the tiled wall, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, while he thoroughly and efficiently showed you how much he loved you.

“Doing so good for me, need you to give me another one before you can take this cock.” Making your knees weak by sucking along your neck, his thumb pressed against your clit while three fingers shove into your gummy walls relentlessly.

And best believe he’d be nowhere near done until you were completely dumb and spent after cumming for the umpteenth time. 

After it all ended, he’d carefully dry you down before carrying you to bed while asking what you wanted for dinner, kissing your forehead in the softest way possible, as if he hadn’t rearranged your guts to the point of madness just two minutes ago.

Other times he’d throw subtlety and patience out the window, on the days where he’d find you in the middle of some work task or house chore you still needed to get through, not in the mood to wait until you were done. 

He enjoyed it a little too much when he caught you like that, too busy drying off dishes to notice the way he eyed you up when he stepped into the kitchen. 

You’d be none the wiser, melting as he pressed a kiss to your temple, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He’d ask how your day was while peppering the side of your face with more innocent kisses.

“I went to get those new sweet potato treats you said you wanted us to try.”

“You did?” He smiled against your cheek, giving another kiss to it before moving down to your jaw

“Yeah, it took a bit too long to find them. It was a restock day at the store you told me about. There were boxes everywhere with the wrong labels piled on every aisle.”

“You had to be glad I wasn’t there.” He mumbled against your neck, breathing in the soft scent of your body wash still present on your skin. 

His hands slowly made their way to your sweatpants, undoing the strings before sliding his hand down your front. “Keep talking.” 

He chuckled to himself when you started stuttering out your words, already too excited when the only thing he had done so far was drag his finger along your clothed slit. 

“Was just saying it took me a whileee—Kiyoomi!” You squealed in surprise when he yanked down your sweatpants and underwear, a large palm coming to your lower back to make you bend against the counter before you could say anything else.

“I’m listening. It took you a long time because it was such a mess.” He repeated, gaze now stuck between your thighs. He sank down to his knees behind you, nudging you to spread your legs with a simple pat to your inner thigh. “But you still did it, because it was for me. Is that not it?”

“Of course. You—You were so excited hearing about them I wanted to—shit.” You did your best to keep your legs apart when his open palms went up your thighs, all the way until they were on each side of your already willing pussy, one of his thumbs came up to draw tight slow circles on your clit, making you clutch the edge of the countertop, your hole clenching around nothing, all for him to watch.

“You wanted to do something nice for me.” He finished for you, smirking to himself at the soft sounds he was dragging out of you. 

“Ye—Yes!” 

“Like the perfect girl you are. Always making me happy.” His thumb briefly dipped into your entrance, slowly thrusting in once to slick it up before dragging it back down to keep making you squirm with perfectly measured rubs to your twitching clit.

“I try my best.” 

“Do I always make you happy too?” His thumb pressed tighter against you, his other hand trailing up your ass to grope the plush skin, pulling to spread your pussy wider, every bit of wetness dripping out on display for his eyes only.

“Of course, Omi—haah fuck—You make me so happy, baby.”

“Don’t mind if I make sure that’s true, do you? If I make sure you’re happy with me?” Warm breath ghosted over your skin when he leaned closer, waiting for that weak, whimpered agreement to come out of your pretty lips.

“Please do.” 

“Thank you, princess.” 

Next thing heard in the quiet, cold kitchen would be the completely depraved sound of Kiyoomi spitting on your pussy and subsequently the pathetic whimper that tore out of your throat when his tongue dragged a long, slooww swipe along your slit before burying his face in. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Obsessed and freaky, but adorable!Bokuto who just loved being with you too much! He is a true believer that if you love someone you will want to live in their skin. And god knows he would if he could. 

Ever since you first started dating you had grown accustomed to the feel of Bokuto’s heavy, warm, strong body around you. There was never a time the two of you were out together where he didn’t touch you in some way; hands intertwined together, an arm thrown over your shoulders, a hand on your waist, or even his fingers holding to the belt loops of your jeans, anything he could manage to make you feel close to him. 

And as your relationship grew, so did his displays of affection. At some point he stopped caring about where you were or who was around, if he wanted to feel you flush against him, he would make it happen. 

He’d sit you down on his lap while he chatted along with his teammates, be it at your house, theirs, even at bars. If you needed to stand for whatever reason, he’d sit right next to you, hands wrapped around your waist or one of your thighs, with his face resting on your side. 

His touch tended to turn towards slightly inappropriate, but it was an accident more often than not. It was slightly automatic, if you will. If you wore a nicely snug top, he couldn’t help but sneak in a squeeze or two when he saw it, no matter where the two of you were. 

One time you came to pick him up from training because his car was getting fixed and you made the mistake of wearing a dangerously showy neckline; he practically jumped upon seeing you, like every other time, but instead of engulfing you in his usual bear hug, he picked you up by wrapping his arms under your butt so you’d be higher than him, burying his face in your cleavage in the process.

A loud “You look so good, baby! I missed you!” coming out muffled from where his face stationed itself. Too caught up in you to pay attention to the whistles and laughs from his friends.

You had a stern talk with him about PDA after that, one that truly just went in one ear and out the other because his attention was solely on how good you looked that day. He only nodded along with a dumb smile, muttering small apologies while his hands slid up under your shirt, fondling your breasts through your bra while trying his best to actually hear the words coming out of your mouth.

Bokuto never meant to be perverted per se, he was just insufferably oblivious to how the lines between his affections and his horniness seemed to blur together. And when he noticed, he couldn't care less.

He just loved touching you, and you can’t blame him for loving his fiancée oh so much! 

He’d be the clingiest after long days at work. Hours of running drills, practicing spikes, and lifting weights wasn’t necessarily something that made him want to run back home. He loved it all; what he hated was the days where it all mixed with a dozen other things he had to do—new uniform fittings, preps for press before the next game, meetings about the next tournament and what they all needed to focus on, and a quick drink with his teammates before heading out—making him leave early in the morning while you were still asleep, and return far too late (8:15pm) when you must’ve been done with work and everything you had to do ages ago.

He felt so sad when he thought about all the time you spent on your own—you were fine, his suffering was completely made up—all alone, without his hugs, his kisses, his tickles, the sporadic lick to your face you claimed to hate but he was sure you loved. It must be so terrible for you!

Late nights like that he’d find you laying on the couch, legs sprawled, hair messy splayed out on the cushion behind you, slowly flipping through the pages of whatever book you were currently obsessing over, and he’d be unable to help himself. 

Dropping his gym bag on the floor, phone on the coffee table, and throwing himself at you. He smelt like a mix of sweat, his cologne, and whatever drink he quickly dawned before coming back to you. 

“Kotaro, baby.” He’d hum in response, carefully closing your book and putting it aside before smushing his face in your chest, warm hands sliding up your sides from under your thin top. “You’re crushing me.”

“‘M sorry. I missed you though.” He’d make no effort to move at first, keeping his whole body weight on you and only letting up after hearing you say you missed him too. 

Then he perked up, pushing himself up on one of his elbows to keep some weight off you while his other hand came up to your face, brushing away loose strands of hair before kissing your nose “How much did you miss me?” 

“A lot.”

“What’s a lot?” He’d ask, making you chuckle when he tried to bite back a smile, this was a serious matter only. “A lot like you were counting the seconds until my return just now or a lot like you couldn't stop crying the moment you got home and realized I wasn’t back yet?”

“You’re never gonna believe me, Ko. I did both things.”

“I knew it.” 

You laughed when he started attacking you with kisses, having given him the answer he needed. Of course you missed him to the point of tears, just like he missed you!

He covered your face in small quick smooches before finally bringing his lips to yours. One thing about Bokuto is that he didn’t care for giving you short, sweet pecks when he felt clingy like this. He kissed you the way you’d expect of someone like him, completely overpowering, all-consuming, and as passionate as everything else he did. 

The kind of kisses that took your breath away and made you too distracted to notice his hands already working your clothes off, pulling down the straps of your tank top and dragging it down enough to free your tits, rough hands groping shamelessly.

He’d break away only to fully take the top off and pick you up to switch your positions, sitting down and plopping you on his lap, so you'd straddle him.

If you tried to stop him—why would you do such a thing—the only thing you’d get out of him would be his hands firmly digging on your hips, helping you slowly roll them against him, his hardening bulge perfectly pressed against you.

“Baby, give Ko a second, yeah?” The words came out rasped, shooing off any more attempts at slowing him down. “Just need a minute.” He’d murmur before bringing you forward with another mean roll of your hips so your tits were right on his face, slowly licking around one of your perked buds when he leaned in before fully taking your nipple in his mouth. 

His warm tongue sucked eagerly while one of his hands came up to grope your other breast, rolling the neglected peak between his index and thumb. 

His fingers dug on your skin while he slobbered over your tits, moving from one to the other; he switched between sucking on them and leaving hickeys around the soft skin, moving up to your neck every so often to do the same thing. Sharp canines dragged along your pulse point, a silent, exciting threat keeping you pliant above him while his hips bucked up with every new grind of yours, precum already leaking past his underwear.

And don’t even get him started on how it was when he had to travel. Away games when you were too full with work to come with? His own personal hell. And yours too. It’s like he knew just how terrible he was going to be when he came back that he had to make sure you were just as bad as him by then.

He’d call you first thing in the morning, saying he hopes you had the best day ever, telling you how he misses you so much it makes him want to throw himself at the ocean—even though it has only been one night—how he can’t wait to be back home and cuddle with you all weekend long. All tooth rotting cuteness that was only bound to crumble the longer he went on without you. 

That same day you could count on those kind of messages to start flooding in the moment your lunch break started. 

“Hey baby!!!”

“Have you been thinking about me? I’ve been thinking about you”

“Miss that pretty face and your sweet pussy”

“And your tits!”

“Think you could send me a picture? I only have old ones, and I marked you up so pretty yesterday, I wanna see that again”

He holds off on just that at first, keeping you eager for his return over texts, teasing compliments, obscene comments, and maybe one or two pictures of his dick straining in his boxers. 

Then on the last night before he returned, like clockwork, you’d get a call once you were already cozy under the sheets, some time after he texted you goodnight. 

Low, breathy. “Hey, baby. Weren’t sleeping yet, were you?,” coming out from the other line, followed by the unmistakable sound of him stroking himself, hard. Small groans leaving his lips, not caring to pretend. “I miss you so much, angel. You have no idea.”

“Can’t even wait to come back tomorrow, Ko. You’re so needy.” You chuckled lightly, though your words came out strained, he sounded so goddamn good. 

“All for you.” He rasped out, his breathing ragged as he picked up the speed, every word out of his mouth growing progressively nastier the closer he got. “Gonna make you feel so good tomorrow, make you sit on my face and ride it til you’re tapping out.”

“Fuck, I wish I was there with you.”

“Wouldn’t have to use my hand if I was laying there next to you, would be using you instead. And you’d love it, right baby? You love taking this fat cock in that cute little pussy of yours.” . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Irresistible, proud owner of a hypno dick!Hinata who wasn’t needy at all, at least he didn’t think so. 

He met you shortly after coming back from Brazil, and like most of his infatuations, his feelings for you hit him hard and all at once. He made no effort to hide or downplay being interested in you. 

He got your number the day you met without a second thought. He asked you out on a date after only two days of talking, and he was the perfect gentleman all around from the start. 

He never hid how excited he was to be with you, bringing you gorgeous flowers every day he saw you, a different kind each time so that you’d have a unique bouquet at home. He kept an extra umbrella with him on rainy days because you always forgot yours. For the first few dates he asked for permission to kiss before dropping you off at home, blushing every time you said yes. He invited you to all his games, even practice ones, always running to you at the end, sweaty and adrenaline-filled asking you if you saw that really cool block he made near the end, it was very cool, wasn’t it? Do you think he’s cool? Please say yes.

He was sweet in a way that made it impossible for you not to swoon, and that continued on far past the first dates. Once your relationship was more serious, and you moved in together, you could’ve sworn Hinata became ten times more affectionate than he already was, and even more excited to be near you, if that was even possible. 

He was stoked about every step of the process. Unpacking both of your things in the new apartment was to him of equal excitement to being at an amusement park for the first time when you’re young; every time he set one of his things next to yours he’d turn to you to boast about it. “Look! That’s your toothbrush, next to mine. Isn’t that nice?”

Hinata didn’t think he was needy, because he didn’t have to be. He was just so goddamn cute you couldn’t not throw yourself at him. Every stupidly sweet sentence, every content sigh thrown your way, every surprise hug he pulled you into that made you melt against his embrace, everything about him was enough to make you pull him in for delirious kisses that almost always ended in something way beyond just kissing. 

Now, he wasn’t completely unaware. He knew you had the softest spot for him and he did take advantage of it sometimes. He just loved the fact that you only needed the smallest of encouragement to ask him for more, it made him feel wanted, and desired. He loved that. And so, whenever he did feel particularly mushy, and like he wanted every part of you to himself as soon as possible, he would take out all the little tricks that worked perfectly to get you under him. 

Lingering for a little too long in the bathroom while you were showering to ‘look for something’ and talking about how glad he was he got off early that day because he was so spent and couldn’t wait to come back and see your pretty smile, how much he really wanted to kiss you, until you'd break and ask him to join you, his clothes already discarded long before you even made the offer.

Bringing you to join him on the couch when you came back from work on his days off, helping you rid of your shoes and tenderly pulling your feet to his lap, massaging them while letting you know he already ordered your favorite food, and had a nice movie picked out for the two of you to watch. He’d slowly massage up your legs until his hands were dragging along your inner thighs with just the right amount of pressure, bottom lip stuck between his teeth in restraint while he patiently waited for you to plead him to go higher.

Or his favorite, whenever you were out on the town with him. He was always happy whenever you agreed to come out with him and his friend group, the sight of you, his absolute treasure, mingling with those he loved most like you had known them all your life. It brought a sweet, fluttery ache to his heart that made him need to have you, all of you, quickly, please. 

So he’d give you that look that never failed to butter you up, the world’s most lovesick ‘I can’t believe it’s you who hangs the stars in the sky’ kind of look.

“Stop that.” You warned him, yet still pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Already knowing all too well where this was headed.

“Stop what?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, brought you to his side to kiss you back, a small innocent peck on your lips. 

“We can’t leave yet, it’s still early.”

“I didn’t say we had to leave, we could just sneak away. For a moment?” He pouted, a plea that only lasted another second before he laughed at the glare you threw his way. “I’ll be good, I just want to feel you. I love you so much.”

You rolled your eyes, pursing your lips together to keep from smiling at how terribly sweet he sounded. “Just for a moment, and we’re not fucking.”

Whoever Hinata swore on when he agreed to that last part must be confused as to why they’re suddenly coughing, because that promise only lasted about five minutes. 

One, two, three kisses and you were already on top of him on the passenger seat of your car, panties thrown somewhere in the backseat and two of his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy while you made quick work of undoing his jeans.

“Can I be inside you now, pretty?” 

You weakly shook your head, hand wrapping around him, using the precum dripping down his tip to stroke him out in that teasingly delicious way he loved. “We have—oh just like that—have to be quick, baby. They’re waiting.”

“We’ll be back after I feel you make a mess on my dick. How’s that?”

You wanted to smack the eager grin on his face, he knew as much. But he also knew you were too down bad for him to refuse. 

The second you nodded he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact. 

He brought them down to his dick, smearing your wetness around it while you positioned yourself above the tip. He could only thank God the parking lot was deserted because the sounds that came out of both of you the moment you sank down on him were straight up pornographic. 

Anyone who had the displeasure of hearing the two of you would’ve thought you’re fucking for the very first time after not seeing each other for years. But that's just how Shoyo was when it came to you, a completely desperate, yearning freak. 

“So fucking good, you’re so perfect for me, pretty.” His hands went under your skirt, fingers digging on your ass to hold you in place while thrusting up into you like a fleshlight, the squelching sound of you creaming around him while you cried out his name being like music to his ears, the sweetest melody in the world.

“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”

you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

“what is that? what are you reading?”

still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”

then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”

you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.

“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.

nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.

“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”

he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”

“you’re not now! give it back!”

“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”

“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.

bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it. 

“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”

if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—

he stops pouting at you.

“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”

“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.” 

you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.

he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.

“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.

“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”

“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”

“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”

“it’s so much better now!”

bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”

“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”

“three. his job is terrifying.”

bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.

“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”

“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”

“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”

“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”

bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”

“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend. 

“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”

“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”

“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.

“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”

“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t. 

you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”

he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”

“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”

“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”

bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.

then he looks down at you, looking up at him.

“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”

bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.

“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms. 

bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”

you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”

“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.

“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.

he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.

“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”

you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”

he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”

you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”

bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”

“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.

“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck. 

“look at me.”

shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you. 

“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”

you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.

“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”

he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.

“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.

you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”

“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.

“promise. now you promise me.”

“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”

“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”

bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”

you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”

he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”

“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”

bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”

“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”

with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.

he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”

you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”

he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”

"already throwing that ass back on me, yeah?" hand steady at his base, he glides his shaft between your puffy lips and earns a soft mewl from you. "ready for me baby?" the answer is clear, heat radiating from your body feeling his tip catching your hole. leftover cum from his previous loads adds extra lubrication, making penetration more comfortable. "fuck, that's it." your pussy greedily swallows the first few inches of his cock and he lurches himself forward in one motion.

"i know that grip," he stills inside of you, hips paused. "you really think you've drained me? want you to make me a daddy today." the pace he sets is typical - rough, primal and laced with the lustful desperation he exerts on your body. father's day was a lame excuse for him to lure you into spending a lazy sunday stuffed full of his cock. round one began with your limbs tangled deep within the sheets, his morning wood persistent against your ass.

he wasted no time in pinning you against the counter either, abandoning your task of brewing his coffee. "you'll have plenty of time for all that domestic shit when you're a stay at home mom. now keep that ass up, haven't filled you properly yet." your lovemaking session in the kitchen wasn't enough to satiate your lover, who is already planning the next position and place to wreck your pussy.

he's so damn good with kids, you must admit. giving him a few wouldn't hurt, since he made a solid living doing hero work and teaching. "i think i'll make a pretty great dad." shouta bounces you on his cock, the sofa cushion vibrating under your combined weights. you're not sure if it's fatherhood he's particularly after or if he's hornier than usual, but there is no doubt he extends a more tender, patient demeanor towards children.

you're driven wild with need for him to mark you, claim you, knock you up. he wants, no - needs to be gifted fatherhood by his loving partner and the thought alone has him folding you into the meanest mating press. neither of you had kept count of how many times he's emptied himself inside you, let alone the total number of orgasms wrung from both your exhausted bodies by the end of the day. "i think i'm officially empty," he pulls you against his broad chest, head resting beneath his chin.

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.

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