#iida

Katsuki Bakugo

"So," Jiro began, twirling her ear-jack with her index finger, her other hand occupied with stirring the plastic straw around her strawberry matcha. "You're with Bakugo a lot."

The cafe bustled around you two in controlled chaos, chatter, and coffee. It was the perfect day for a friend-date, and she'd suggested you head out to the student-run cafe near school. It was an easy ten-minute walk, and you would've gone regardless because you were dying for a sweet treat and some quality time with your friend.

"Um." You stirred your own drink, ice clinking faintly. Outside the sun shone, warm and loving, a nice backdrop to the hangout, though maybe contrasting to the sharp smell of fruity syrups and espresso you caught whiffs of inside the cafe. "I guess so."

It wasn't hidden that everyone in your class thought you were Katsuki's dirty little secret, the girlfriend that he was too shy to share the news of with others.

In truth you were something, but you didn't want to entertain your classmates and the perverted theories of theirs you'd heard in passing.

They're always in his dorm, her dorm... What do you think they do in there all the time? They can't actually be studying, a guy with a girl like her.

Bakugo is aiming for Number One. He's not the type of get to get distracted by stupid carnal desires.

They make out. They have to. They don't do anything else. At least I wouldn't... Not if I studied with her.

He uses her for 'training.'

She slums good grades off him by giving him head.

They don't study, they fuck!

"I'm not trying to tease you or anything," said Jiro. "I think it's nice that you guys are together. If anything, that guy could learn to blow off some steam and you probably help him—"

"We're not together. We're study buddies," you interjected.

"Study buddies?"

"Yes."

"Not study-fuck buddies?"

"Kyoka!"

"All right, all right, whatever. I just want to ask—do you guys actually study? Or do you just goof around and watch movies or something?"

"We study."

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"She actually asked you that?" Katsuki questioned, two fingers deep in you as you squirmed against his straddling body. He had you between him and your bed, and a smug grin on his face. You'd been babbling while he worked you open (fingering you and begging you to give him at least one more orgasm before he was in you), and you let the anecdote of your talk with Jiro slip out.

"G-God... Can you—" You let out a breathy gasp when he curled his fingers exactly right, smirking wider. "Kats!"

"What?" he cooed.

"You're being an ass—"

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"C'mon, just tell me, babe. Jiro actually ask you that? What'd ya say? That we work and what-not, or that we just have sex?"

He captured you and pulled you back down when your body tried to buck up, then punished you with a searing kiss that left you painfully breathless before he let up. "Or did ya get shy? You're always shy with me, even though I've seen you like this a million times. Don't tell me Jiro gets you shy too—"

"Shut up!" You grabbed his shirt—it wasn't fair, you were undressed, save for your sweater, and he hadn't stripped anything off. "I told her that we study! Because we do!"

"Yeah," he said, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. Then went his gym shorts. "I guess so."

You were almost spent. He'd pushed you to the brink with the first round—and it didn't look like he planned to let up any.

"W-Well, we do," you said quietly, not able to concentrate much as he rearranged you two into a missionary position. Forgotten textbooks and an assignment you both had due the next day laid in the floor. Katsuki had swiped them off after he deemed half an hour enough 'studying time.'

"If you want to call this studying," Katsuki said as he pushed himself into you all a once, a brutal, sweet burn erupting in your pussy, "knock yourself out."

He set off at a brutal pace, snapping his hips forward and back in a jerky pattern. His breath came out labored as he hovered over you, taking in how beautiful you looked while taking him. When your hands flew up to his hair, tugging and gripping, he hissed. "Fuck, babe. Too much?"

"No... Not enough—" you said just before being cut off by the pressure and warmth building in your stomach. "Keep going, Kats."

He kept at the same harsh pace until you grabbed his shoulder, then his thrusts became languid and expectant as he watched your face contort. When the orgasm washed over you, you let out a low moan and buried your face against his chest.

Katsuki was smiling smugly, hand stroking your hair and your sweat-glistened back. "Good job, baby. So good. Love you so much. That's it. This make studying worth it? Better remember this in class. When you're taking a test, make sure to remember how your boyfriend helped you out."

"Katsuki..." you whined as he lifted you off the bed and situated you in his lap. He'd slowly pulled out, briefly mesmerized by your slick combined with the suction your pussy had on his dick.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Ya don't want anyone to know what a slut you are for me. Nobody knows you're dating me, but they still get the idea that you're fuckin' me behinds closer doors."

He laughed, genuinely and heartily, as he reached over to the nightstand—to grab you a bottle of water—then said, "I like that. Like them knowing that you're already busy with a guy. Eventually they'll know that I love you too, though, huh?"

Tenya IIda

"They're not a real couple."

"They might be. Look at them! They're such cuties."

"Iida is as straight-lace as they come, man. No way he'd get distracted by going on dates and making out with girls."

"I didn't say they do that stuff—I said they're a dignified couple! You're reducing them to a fling."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Well, I was actually talking to her! She says they don't get distracted while they study. Besides, girlfriend or not, Iida is way too much of a gentleman and a celibate robot to even think of trying stuff with a girl like her."

"Celibate robot... Kinda kinky, man. You can't think they're not doing anything besides studying. They're always holed up in their dorms or the library, and we never hear from them until they emerge like six hours later."

"They wouldn't do it in the library."

"I'd do it in the library."

"Gross!"

Kirishima and Mina, your oh-so-beloved classmates. You adore them. They're your friends after all! But they didn't know when and where to gossip, or how to properly read their environment.

Your secret boyfriend (he wanted to keep the relationship quiet for your own sake, and Mina and Kirishima had just proved why) had joined you in the common room a while ago with his books and papers and noise-cancelling headphones. Nothing but an indifferent nod to you to conceal things even if nobody was in the room.

You nodded back, then snuggled further up your blanket to continue watching the nature documentary on jellyfish mating rituals on TV. It'd just played, and you never bothered to change it. External fertilization in open water is very widespread, but jellyfish courting is very particular because they have courtship dances and specific reproductive rituals!

As you two went on in peace, him reviewing for a class, you caught up in jellyfish tango, eventually Mina and Kirishima entered the kitchenette near the living area, and apparently were under the impression that being just a few yards from you meant you two were out of earshot. And so they had their channel gossip about the state of your relationship and sex life with mechanized Tenya Iida that spiralled into a playful argument about the best places to hide on school grounds.

It was pertinent to say that, as uninteresting as the conversation went on to be, that Tenya's noise-cancelling headphones had died a long time ago. You saw the red light flash on them, signalling to the world that the battery was out, but he didn't bother to take them off. Additionally, you were laid back on the sofa, covered in your blanket, like you were supposedly asleep. But you weren't of course. And as Mina and Kirishima kept talking, Tenya turned to look at you, not betraying anything with his face, and he stared until you both heard the receding footsteps of your friends.

You were set to study in an hour. Tenya had made the date just that morning—after you'd woken up in his bed, and he served you an optimal breakfast.

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Three rounds. Multiple orgasms. Fuck, you were tired and sweaty, and did you even look good anymore? Tenya smeared your mascara a long time ago.

Bedsheets tangled, tossed, gone to oblivion along with your clothes.

Where were your panties? Not on the floor with your pajamas—did Tenya take them?

Him atop of you, arms holding up his shaking, sweaty, muscled body as he filled you with the length of him over and over in a desperate, obsessive pace.

You braced yourself against the headboard with one hand, other hand sinking into the plush of the mattress as he drilled into you from behind. A few hours ago, he'd been quizzing you on evasive techniques and mathematics for what felt like head-inducing forever, then, a quiet pause after you answered a question, he said he wanted to move on to another subject before almost maiming you.

Your neck, chest, stomach, almost everywhere on your body was covered in dark bruises and sweet love bites Tenya would press a cold washcloth against later. Thank god you kept concealer in his room. His hands gripped your waist tightly for leverage, and you could already imagine the handprints he would leave there.

Eventually, the smack of skin against skin, your rising orgasm, slowed down as he breathlessly, almost frantically, said. "I wanna see you—"

His voice was broken, hoarse. He was a completely different person when he got to you. Glasses gone, hair in disarray, unable to focus on anything but you and the state you were in.

"What?" you asked, fuzzy. He'd stopped suddenly and was slowly pulling himself out of you. "Tenya? What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing. I just want to see you—no—" He grabbed you carefully and moved you in the way he liked when you tried to push him down. You thought he wanted you to ride him or something, but apparently not—because he was laying you on your back carefully, watching you with reverent breaths. He didn't do anything more until he stuck pillows under your head and hips, made sure you were uncomfortable, then he went in to devour you with a kiss.

"I-I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I couldn't take it anymore; I need to see your face. Felt like I was going crazy. God," he said against your lips, then straightened up, "I do treat you properly, right?"

Before you could even form a coherent answer, he was sliding into you again and rambling more. "They don't know anything. What could they know? We're together because I love you, because you're the most perfect girl... I wouldn't treat you like some damn fling in a library—fuck, I love you so much—"

Grabbing your hips, he settled into the new pattern of pushing into you before pulling out slowly and repeating, all while cooing at you and about how your face was so pretty when you were ready to come. He coaxed you to the same point at him, and calculating—god, actually calculating—and restraining himself, he tried to fill you up at the same time you reached a breaking point. You were a little early on your orgasm, and he was a minute or so late, but you were both equally spent regardless.

After a few minutes or simply staring at each other and catching your breath, he sprung into action. He cleaned your makeup off your face, retrieved water, and found a sweater of his for you to wear. Then he settled into bed with you, which you distinctly appreciated. In the earlier parts of your relationship, he used to just take care of you then try to go back to studying after sex, boxers hanging off his hips and marks from your nails on his back. It took some clarification and arguing to make him realize that you wanted him next to you after making love.

Tenya kissed your cheek and rubbed your hip as you two cooled down, him spooning you in bed. Already his typical methodicalness was returning. "I'm going to draw a bath and then make myself decent so that I can make us dinner. Or we can subsist off of a snack-dinner, or order takeout. Those options are up to you. What isn't up to you is drinking water and cleaning up properly, which I will help you with because I know you're tired."

"Ten..." you mumbled before letting out a little sigh.

"Yes, lovely?"

"You have to do the same stuff, you know."

"I know that."

"Okay." You smiled. "Good."

There was a momentary pause. Then he asked, "We are happy, right? You don't think I'm a celibate robot who's bad at relationships?"

That pulled a laugh out of you. You turned over and kissed him once, then said, "No. I love you. I think you're a great boyfriend, and I know we're keeping us hidden until we're comfortable with people knowing—I don't hate doing things like this, honey. Mina and Kirishima just like to be silly."

He pressed the lower half of his face into your hair, quiet for a moment before he spoke. "I love you too. You're right, I suppose. Those two should spend more time optimizing their quirks."

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You tied a cute bow in the belt of your robe once more, walking over to him and fixing the glasses on his oh so cherry red face. “Tenya..?” You ask, sitting on the side of the table next to him. You glance down at the sketch, seeing how far he had actually gotten. It was pretty impressive for someone who is a beginner when it comes to realism, or art itself really. “Do you want some help?”

His jaw was slack, staring up at you now that you were so much closer. Whatever perfume you had on almost made him faint, and there was nothing he could really formulate besides a very quiet, “Ex..excuse me?”

“I said, Do you want some help..?” You tease, leaning down so your faces were only a few inches from each other. You reach for his tie, slowly sliding your hand down his chest. “I wouldn't want you to fail just because your model was a distraction..” You lean closer, gripping the end of his tie as ruby eyes glancing down at your pretty plump lips.

Did you mean help help him, or draw it yourself? There was no way he was reading into this wrong, right? Did you see his hard-on the whole time?? He gave a long blink, trying to keep his head on straight. “I w..would love-” Before he could finish the sentence, you tug on the tie and press your lips against his. He melted into you, hands placing themselves onto your hips softly almost as if you’d break if he did touch you.

He had yearned for this for so long. There was no way you felt this way all this time and he never picked up on it. The thought only made him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to hold your face in his palms. You let his tie go with a smile, giggling at his eagerness to kiss you back. You place your hands on his shoulder, feeling him stand but refusing to let his lips leave yours. It felt like fireworks were going off around the two of you, only pulling away when you both needed the air.

Tenya was once again standing with crooked glasses, red faced, and this time slightly out of breath. “Y/n I.. Why didn’t.. How did I not..” He panted, after what was only a few seconds, he crashed his lips against yours before you could even respond to his stuttering. You whimpered in response, attempting to untie the tie the best you could with your eyes closed. He helped you, loosening it and letting his hands tangle themselves behind your head and into the kitchen of your hair the best he could. He just wanted you closer. Closer than he already was.

You pull away from him, feverishly leaving kissing along his sharp jawline. He sighed, hands going back to your waist patiently. He rubbed your sides up and down as you kissed down his neck, letting out a breathless whine at the missing feeling of your warm lips against his.

“Why haven't we ever k..kissed before now if this is how you ..f-felt..” He sucked in a sharp gasp once you kissed the right side of his neck. Bingo. You bit down on that spot listening to him groan in your ear, gripping your hips a little harder.

You open your legs slightly so he can stand between them, his body involuntarily pulling you towards the edge as he takes the step towards you. “Because I can't lose you.. I never thought you'd feel the same..” You mumble against his skin, leaving open mouthed kisses down to his collar before unbuttoning it.

You could feel the hard-on poke at your thigh, tauntingly moving to grind against him. After all, the silk of your robe was the only thing keeping him from well.. you. He ached, looking down at you with an almost heartbroken look in his eyes.

“Of course I do, I have wanted you for a very long time.. I know I can treat you better than anyone else out there y/n. It hurts so bad when you'd find someone else more interesting than me. I thought I was too..” He paused for a second, groaning as he grinded against you subconsciously. “A square, if you will.” He chuckled nervously at the admission, feeling you nipping at the most sensitive part of his neck as he let out soft moans and grumbles.

You pull away to look at him, fixing his glasses from earlier with a small giggle. “There's nothing wrong with liking books, or wanting to follow the rules..” Manicured hand began to unbutton his collar and down his shirt.

“And I just never thought you'd go for someone like me. I assumed you'd want a shy girl or somthin’.. I guess we really did make an ass out of u and me.” You tease, giggling once more at your own play on words. You stopped about halfway down his shirt unless this was too much. You didn't wanna be too pushy but God did you want to see those abs.

He let out a small laugh as well, staring down at your gorgeous lips. “I would have told you a lonnnng time ago, y/n. I'm sorry I didn't–” He started, feeling your finger press against his lips to stop him.

“We know now, don't we? Now we move forward.” You wrap your legs around his waist, watching him nod until you move your finger away. “How about I finally help you?” You run a hand down his chest, watching him shudder at the feeling of your acrylics.

He leaned over you, hands moving onto the table rather than on your hips. “If we're going to do anything, I want to do it the right way..” You wanted to pout at his response. He was right, being caught would be absolutely terrible for the both of you. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back to one of your apartments and finish? Ugh but then the mood is different..

As the gears in your brain worked, Tenya still mindless pressing against you, began kissing you once more. You smile, coconut colored eyes following as he kisses your neck. This time looking for you to gasp or make some sort of noise. His lips smirked against your skin, kissing down to your shoulder and moving the robe off of it. He bit right between your neck and shoulder, causing you to squeal and grip onto his shirt.

Your eyes fluttered, feeling him kiss down to your collarbone. He guided a hand to unbutton the rest of his shirt, the other going back to resting on your waist. He made sure to kiss down the valley of your breasts, not breaking eye contact with you once had he looked up.

“May I?” He motioned to the robe, watching you quickly shrug the silk off of your other shoulder and pulling the tie of your belt. All he needed was to open it up completely. He chuckled at your quickness, letting it pull around your legs once again. He made sure to kiss both of your boobs, finishing with the unbuttoning of his shirt. He used that hand to pinch at your nip, putting the other in his mouth to suck on.

You arch your back into his touch, whimpering as you squeezed your legs around him in response. You could feel him smile, swapping to give your girls equal attention. He felt you buck at such simple actions, kissing down your navel and to where your robe pooled.

“You sound so sweet.. I need to taste you. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to go first baby,” You melted at the name, nodding hurriedly. He smiled, going onto his knees and scooping his arms under your knees. He pulled you to the edge, watching you jolt in surprise. You could feel your heart beating in more places than one. The entire time the only thing that had been covering you up was that flimsy piece of silk which he finally moved out of the way, staring down at you for a moment.

This obviously wasn’t the first time he’s been in a sexual situation, but he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. You were so stunning.. ethereal even. He really didn’t mean to stare, not wanting you to think something was wrong or he was too scared. Just very much in love with the look of you. He finally breaks concentration, looking up at you with a small smile. “You promise this is okay?” He wanted to double check just in case you saw him as he saw himself.. God forbid you did.

“I promise.” You put your pinky out, watching him move his hand from your thigh to interlock his pinky with yours. Without any hesitation, he shoved his glasses up and opened your legs wider. He kissed your clit before starting to suck on it, crimson eyes staring up at you to see what he was doing well vs what you didn’t like as much. Your breathing hitched, hand going to take the glasses and set them on the table so you could grip onto his hair the correct way. You rut your hips towards him, staring down in awe.

He couldn’t help but stare back up at you, strong hands keeping your thighs pressed against his shoulders despite your involuntarily squirming. He swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, hands gripping onto your thighs so he could be as close as possible. You tasted so sweet. Damn near sweeter than fruit, only making him want more. Flattening his tongue against you and going back to giving your sensitive spot hell.

You pulled at his navy blue hair, hands gripping onto him as you rode yourself against his tongue. Stuttering out praises through pants and moans, “Ffffuck.. tenya-ah!~” You squeak out, thighs beginning to shake from wanting to close. He slithered a hand from your thigh, teasingly tracing his index finger around your entrance. “Don’t t..tease me!” You leaned forward, hair falling around your shoulders as you looked down at him.

“Please please pl-ngh~!” Your begging was stopped by the feeling of two thick fingers sliding into you as he swirled his tongue around your clit some more. He made sure to curl them, feeling you clench around his fingers drove him insane. Thrusting his fingers into you even faster than his tongue was moving. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach starting to tighten. You couldn’t keep quiet even if you really wanted to. You were on another planet.

The face you made when you came could only be described as angelic to iida, he watched as you came undone around his lips. You laid your back against the table as he lapped it up. Almost liked someone dying of dehydration. He slowed his fingers down, sliding them out of you to lick his fingers clean. He lightly placed your legs back onto the table. “You taste divine, you know that?” He asked, unbuckling his belt and tossing his wallet on the table.

You blink up at him, panting and giggling. “I know now,” You stared up at him, messy haired and mouth wet as lustful but loving eyes stared down at you. You took a mental picture, biting your lip to hold back your happy giggles. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sliding the belt off and placing it on the chair behind him. “Let me,” You lean forward, unbuttoning his dress pants hurriedly and unzipping them. It ached being hard for so long, but as many times as he’s imagined this to play out, he was always going to make you feel good first.

“I need you, y/n..” He admitted almost in a whisper, reaching for his glasses so he could actually see you. You tug his pants down, letting out a small laugh to yourself at the red checkered underwear he wore before pulling them down as well. You assumed he’d be big, the man is 6 foot and built like a fucking unit.

What you weren’t expecting was for it to spring right in front of your face. There’s no way that can.. Well, Doesn’t matter if it fits or not. No way you’d miss the opportunity. He let out a chuckle, assumingly at your wide eyes.

“You have me,” You smile up at him with half lidded eyes, changing your expression quickly so you werent the one looking like a deer in headlights. You grab his cock with manicured nails, licking the precum from his tip before siding as much as you could into your throat.

His breath hitched, a small groan leaving his lips. “No sweetheart, I mean I need you. As much as.. I’d l..love you to,” He let out a breathless sigh filled with pleasure, head tilting back.

“Keep.. feeling your mouth, I need you. Awfully bad, I might a..add.” He struggled to speak, moans escaping his lips as he felt you take him completely down your throat for a moment. You pulled away with a pop, smiling up at him.

“Whatever you want, sir..” You tease, sitting up and putting your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them to his neck to cup his face. “Give me a few more kisses, huh mister?” You didn’t even have time to lean up, feeling his lips desperately go back to yours. You tangle your hands in his messy hair once more, feeling him lay you down gently.

He pulled your legs to the edge once more, listening to the squeak you let out as he subconsciously manhandled you. He looks over to the wallet he tossed on the table earlier, opening it to fish for a condom that he always carried around. Not that he ever thought he’d really use it.

“You don’t need one,” You see him quickly look at you as if you were insane, vermillion eyes studying your face. “I’m serious! If worse comes to worse I’ll stop by the pharmacy. I want us both to actually feel it..” You sit up once more, pretty brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly. You place a hand on his arm, which was enough for him to go standing right back in front of you.

“Are you sure, y/n? Absolutely positive?” He asked carefully, cock twitching at the cold air of the room. The snow from the skylight had covered it so much the room was practically black if it weren’t for the very dim but few lights in the room. You nod, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” You smile, laying back down. Big hands gripped your hips as he lined himself up to you, staring down at your sensitive bud for a moment before slowly sliding the tip into you. You whimper, gasping and letting your eyes roll back as he slid what you could take into you. You felt full, eyes trying to focus on the man in front of you.

“Fuck..” He muttered, leaning over you and kissing up from your collarbone to your neck, holding you close as he started to move gently into you. He knew he was big, and he didn’t plan on hurting you. he wanted it to be the best experience you’ve ever had.. despite the uncommon location. You hug him quickly, whining out and pressing your face into his shoulder. It couldn’t get closer than this.. Or so you thought, feeling him slowly start to fuck you open and press against that spot. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, gasping and biting the pain into his shoulder.

He hissed, making sure to go as slow as his mind and body would let him. He needed to see you completely undone, but your comfortability and adjusting to it would come first. “It’s okay sweetheart, ‘m right here. I got you. “ He whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe with a small smile. You could hear how passionate he was in his voice, letting your legs wrap around him once more.

After a few more slow thrusts into you, you move from his shoulder and whisper back. “F..Fuck me like you mean it, Ten. I can take i..it.” You mewled out, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your lips before slamming into you. You squeaked, having trouble trying to kiss back. You couldn’t quiet down even if you wanted to. Your nails grab at his back, lightly scratching so you didn’t rip his skin open. Shit, fucking you like this you might not be able to stop yourself.

He shuddered at the feeling, pulling away from your lips to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck. You bite your lip hard, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew there were still people in the building. He slid his hands up to your back, letting his hands hold onto your shoulders from underneath you to keep you still while he fucked your brains out.

You were seeing stars, biting and leaving hickeys all over him to muffle yourself. He gritted his teeth, glancing down at you through foggy glasses. “You take it so good, honey.. Need..Need you like this all the time.” He huffed out, letting out another breathless chuckle at your fucked out expression. “Can I have you?”

Broken sobs of pleasure was really all you could give in return, nodding as quick as you could before kissing him once again. He smiled against your lips, letting a hand slide down to your clit. He only thumbed over it a few times before you came, legs squeezing tighter against his torso. He pulled his hand away, moving both of them back to your hips. He was obviously close too, but it felt so good he wasn’t sure he could pull out exactly in time.

“G-Gotta let me pull out, honey..” You shake your head no, burying your face into his skin once again. “Need.. need to feel.. In me– cum in me.” He began to slow down, trying to think through racing thoughts and how good you felt around him. It wasn't much time to make the decision and professionalism was already out the window at this point. “P.. Please- please tenya~?” You cry out, hugging close to him. If that’s what you wanted, he was going to oblige.

He gave a couple more thrusts, cumming into you and holding you close. Once you pulled away enough, he left peppered kisses amongst your neck and jaw.

You smile, sighing out tiredly before giving him a few kisses on his poor red lips. “You are my favorite human being on the planet,” You huff out, trying to continue but your thoughts were a bit scrambled. “I’m yours. For as long as you want me.”

He quickly responded, kissing your cheek in conformation. “Forever. I want you to be mine.. Forever.” He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and still out of breath himself. His face was red, eyes hanging low from both tiredness and wonderment.

You giggle at his response, taking his glasses and cleaning them with the silk of the robe that was under you.

“Forever it is.”

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