*C OUgh*

it will come back [pt. 1] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader

Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 2]

A/N: Low budget yandere for my greasy king. This concept has definitely been done before, but I couldn’t resist. This is my first non-smut on this acct and I’ll be so sad if it bombs 😭

Title from the Hozier song: “don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”

Tags/warnings: light yandere, minor injury, angst, Shiggy likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep. [In later parts but not in this one: violence, sex, more yandere, 18+]

You’ve always had a soft spot for strays. Maybe that’s why you became an ER nurse—from the first abandoned puppy you brought home as a kid to the patients you refuse to give up on even when it looks hopeless, you’ve never been able to turn a blind eye when something needs your help. Sometimes (times like this) you wish you knew better. It’s hard enough to take care of yourself these days.

Today’s shift was…what, 16 hours? 17? The 20-minute walk from the bus stop to your apartment building feels like it takes twice that long in the rain. God, you need a shower. And a decent night’s sleep, preferably for at least 12 hours. Tomorrow’s your day off, and you’re ready to take advantage of it the best way you know how: Netflix, soju, and your favorite vibrator. But tonight? As soon as you’re clean, you’re going to pig out on leftovers and collapse into the bed that’s the only halfway nice piece of furniture in your shithole apartment. You really do deserve a break; you’ve earned it.

Unfortunately, as usual, the universe has other plans.

You hear him before you see him: wheezing, choked breaths, like someone’s trying to breathe with an anvil on their chest. You’re not quite out of nurse mode so your mind starts trying to diagnose the issue before you even register what you’re hearing. Fluid in the lungs, possibly blood. That hacking isn’t good. Broken ribs? Definitely bruised. But probably not a puncture…

The breathing is coming from down an alley next to your building. It’s dark enough that you can’t see from the street what’s making the noise. And you’re not a fool, you know it’s a bad idea to walk down pitch-black alleys late at night, especially in this area—a neighborhood you’re living in by necessity, because it’s the only place cheap enough for you to get by. But the coughing…it just sounds so awful. It sounds like it hurts.

Your phone’s already in your hand with 119 dialed and ready to call (standard practice when you’re walking home by yourself), but you turn the flashlight on and shine it down the alleyway. “Hello? Anyone there?”

Nothing responds, but you can still hear the breathing. You step in a little deeper, swinging your light from side to side and looking over the heaps of trash bags overflowing from the dumpster. The raindrops make clicking sounds as they hit the plastic, and you can hear gurgling from a rain spout down the side of the building, but the wheezing doesn’t stop.

One more step. And then one more. You wish there was something you could do to make the splash of your rain boots in the puddles a little less loud. Something about this situation—the rain, the dark, the flat grey light from your cellphone, and that horrible hacking breath—it makes you feel like you’re walking into a horror movie. But you don’t stop walking.

The hacking is coming from a man propped up on the wall between a few XL bags of trash. The black outfit he’s wearing almost blends into the bags, but a mop of grey-blue hair gives him away. His head is slumped onto his chest, and if he’s conscious he doesn’t show it. “Hello?” you ask again, even less confident that you’re going to get a response.

No answer.

The smell of garbage is…ugh…hard to ignore, but on top of it is an oppressive stench of copper coming from the man passed out in the trash. You kneel down to get a better look and yep, he’s covered in blood. It’s hard to make out in the low light, but there’s a trio of long gashes in the man’s abdomen, cutting apart the skin and flesh so deep you can see traces of a slim layer of yellow fat between all the inky clotted blood. It looks like he was attacked by an animal. Or someone with an animal quirk. There are a lot of villains in this neighborhood.

And the coughing…definitely internal injuries. Whoever this guy is, he needs treatment. You hold up your phone to hit the call button on your pre-dialed 119—

“Don’t.” The voice is a growl, low and surprisingly firm despite the scratchiness. You jerk back and clutch your phone to your chest, caught off guard not just by the interruption but by the intensity of the face glaring up at yours.

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DONT @ ME

or do it idk

SO

THESE WOOJIN VIDS

okokokokokok hear me out

I haven’t been posting my usual content or the content on my blog. MY SCHOOL IS WHACK IN MY COUNTRY OK? And I just kept coming across these and wanted to make a kinda short thingy about it. It’s pretty late and not that big of a news anymore but I felt like I had to get it out of me cuz I feel like some people go too far with hate comments.ii

DISCAIMER: THIS IS BASED ON MY OPINION AND MY ANALYSIS ON STUFF, DON’T COME AT ME IF YOU HAVE AN OPPOSING OPINION JUST TELL ME 

Okay, let’s actually start.

First Imma talk about the sexual allegations against him:

I don’t know if they are real or not. 

We have no way to tell since the person is anonymous

AND IM NOT SAYING IT IS but there is always at least the smallest chance that it is fake

We have no way of knowing.

It is very likely it is real buT there are some sick people that could be exploiting the fact that he left

I am not targeting this person whatsoever if they are in fact, real, but being anonymous stops anyone from finding them.

Basically, I will not send any hate to anyone because there is no way to tell what is happening

And Woojin was FLOODED with hate

This person knew that they might be as well so I understand that if it was real, to do it at a time that people have a a chance of believing them

AND I could be like, did they go to the police? But they won’t say where their from and the reliability of police varies from each country so I get it.

And the super recent company is also sus

The pictures that people are saying that are fake that 10x Entertainment used to justify this isn’t that sus though. These are kpop idols, they take selfies all the time and they don’t post everything so it could be very plausible.

yeah this was a mess

anyway

Closing statement: Don’t flood anyone hate, the person didn’t drop a name so we don’t even know if it’s Woojin (but the hints tho👀) and don’t immediately believe anything on the internet

also I am not taking sides but all this was so much that happened so fast and anonymous accounts make it so hard to tell if stuff is real or believable

Now Imma talk about the alleged bullying in the group

HERES THE THING

THIS is what I am very opinionated about

What I have observed with my eyes and my mind and no one else (this is my opinion I will not stress this enough)

I see that the members actually like/liked him

Here, I am gonna talk about famous clips that clain Woojin bullied them and some general overall behaviour

Bang Chan, the leader, got along with everyone and I see that he is the one that Woojin looked the most comfortable with and Chan seemed comfortable around him too. I don’t think they had any sus interactions since Chan is the leader and Woojin seems to just be friendly with him.

Lee Know. That clip where he hit Minho is the eye with his elbow was pretty sus. If anyone else did that to him they would apologize, and probably laugh about it. Woojin didn’t do this. He apologized and chuckled about it but not enough for it to be a friendly mistake and even Minho, who was smiling when he got eliminated, wasn’t laughing. There are many factors like if they were tired or not but from what you see and the way it happened was kinda sus and over time Minho and Woojin’s interactions got less and less.

Changbin. This boy just seems scared, ok? I’m not saying he’s scared of Woojin but whenever I see them film together, Changbin avoids getting too close and/or touchy as he is with the other members. Changbin is babie, he is fake maknae, he is cute. And he’s normally clingy with other members and always hugging them, especially his maknaes so for him not even wanting to make physical contact with Woojin is sus.

Hyunjin. Mostly friendly with everyone, even Woojin. He’s soft with everyone in the group and even if he wasn’t the closest with Woojin, they were very friendly with each other. The clip of Woojin chasing Hyunjin and Hyunjin screaming and running IS NOT SUS, I will explain it more later but basically, Hyunjin is a drama queen and if it were anyone else, he would do the same because thAt was the game.

Han Jisung. The more famous clips are of Woojin flicking his forehead. It could be a friendly thing and I belive it is BUT it’s pretty off and I will talk about it later. They sang together and had the normal friendly interactions but there are some clips that show how uncomfortable Han is around him and I will get to the main point of most of that later.

Felix. See look, WooLix was a thing and I wasn’t against it. Felix is nice and cute and sunshine and sweet and got along with everyone. That clip of Woojin wrestilng him and him looking hurt is something I will explain along with what happened with Hyunjin, and I do believe that he was uncomfortable with Woojin sometimes. I would also like to point out that after that 

Seungmin. I have no comment because I haven’t seen any famous bullying clips of them

Jeongin. BABIE. All these clips of members protecting him from Woojin. Look, I believe Jeongin and Woojin were super close. Woojin was even ranked number 1 in the Bro Deuce in Weekly Idol. Anyone that says any bit of it was fake, I don’t believe. If it was, Jeongin being the savage maknae, would’ve put him a few rankings down if he didn’t want Woojin to be number 1. Also, the clip of no one picking Woojin as leader of a sub-unit is also sus but Jeongin was the only one to choose him. He probably felt awkward to he hid behind Bang Chan when he changed. I think that Jeongin actually likes Woojin but the other members probably thought he was a bad influence or smth. 

Okay, about the Running man thing. This was a game and Woojin played hard. Maybe a little too hard I think. But the point of the game was to take others names from their back so chasing Hyunjin and taking his and Felix’s names are justifiable but as I said he went a little too hard so I don’t think he noticed that he hurt them.

He also is very strong. Everyone has seen it that he’s strong. He likes to reinforce it, maybe a complex or something, but I think he uses his strength when it is unnecessary and ends up hurting other members.

Also from what I see, he’s pretty awkward around them and doesn’t know what to do during interviews. I think that he wasn’t able to connect with them properly for the most part so doing normal friendly things/banter (Forehead flicking, and other games and stuff) are taken too far.

Also everyone who says “IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN OT8 FCK WOOJIN” annoys me. Like, I do NOT think it was a mistake for him to be part of the group. He had real talent and brought really good vocals to songs if yall forgot. And in the survival show he worked so hard for them to debut as 9, so people who think Woojin was bad from the very start are very insensitive. They were a family, and I’m sure that everyone was disappointed if his intentions turned bad.

Even Bang Chan mentions someone who broke a promise (It’s most likely Woojin) and he sounds so sad about it(give him a hug)

Final statement: I think Woojin has done something that affected other members but I don’t think he deserves all the shit since he is getting A LOT of shit

I’m done, this is my opinion, please tell me if you agree and tell me any opposing thoughts. If anyone even sees this lol

Tempting Tempest

Shark!Bakugou X mer!reader (+more)

Warnings: mentions of noncon/dubious themes, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: this wasn’t even one of the big ideas I had for mermay, but I started writing it at work and it just sort of happened. I plan on writing scenarios for both option one and option two (see the end of the fic), and if I get inspired, I’ll write scenarios for more characters too! I love mermaids so it would just be wrong if I didn’t post something for mermay.

Peering over a large lump of pink, spindly coral, your eyes narrowed in on an octopus, languidly scuttling its way through the sand. You licked your lips and heard your stomach rumble: octopus wasn’t the most tantalizing meal in the ocean, but at the moment, it was the safest when your food sources were so scarce. That, and a couple of its legs could satiate a few of your sisters who, like you, have not been mated as of yet.

It was May, which meant that it was time for the more male-dominant pods from the south to migrate up to the central waters to enjoy the warming waters. Both your sisters and other pod-mates alike had been snatched up by these tail-hungry mermen, either by being wowed and wooed by different trinquets and talismans the males had created for special bonding occasions such as these, or for the more stubborn and jittery merfolk such as yourself, being captured and forced to mate. Wooed or not, you wanted nothing to do with it, and the repercussions of avoiding the frenzied scuffle was lack of food and resources.

So that Octopus was yours.

Your tail swished back and forth as you slowly pulled your dagger out of your side pouch. Tasty or not, you and your sisters were going to feast. But just as you were about to pounce, a dark shadow loomed over the octopus. You looked up to see a marlin and your dinner-plate eyes only grew that much larger.

Mine.

You swam, fast and furious towards your prey, jetting through the water with smooth finesse. You were the swiftest in your pod, something you pride yourself on—even still, that marlin saw you coming a mile away and darted quickly in the opposite direction. That didn’t stop your pursuit. You chased the giant fish under large, rocky arches and through a tall, kelpy forest, determined to make the fish your meal.

It took you far too long to notice the second shadow that had been falling over you throughout your fishing endeavor. Missing a beat, you slammed yourself into a rock the marlin used to scale to get away. Goosebumps appeared on your arm when you heard snickering from above you.

Looking up, you could see only his silhouette. You couldn’t tell who it could have been, but you knew he was male by the sharp point of his fluke; he was a shark—possibly one of the most violent breeds of merfolk around. A short glance out into the abyss and you saw the marlin miles away. Your hungry brain told you that if the merman was in pursuit of the fish as well, and that if you were to fight him for it, you would undoubtedly lose, but looking back at the silhouette, you could tell by the tilt of his head that the merman had no interest in the marlin. But he had his own dagger in his hands. He was hunting and you were his game.

Before you could get another moment to think, the merman curled down in a beautiful arc and dove down straight for you. You inhaled through your gills and bolted away in an entirely new direction in an attempt to throw your pursuer off, but with a deliberate flick of his tail, he made the sharp turn and was trailing behind you in no time.

You stayed low, hoping you could lose him after swimming around around large stacks of sediment, but whenever you could steal a glance back he was right there, grinning wickedly, advancing on you even more.

“You can’t swim forever, little guppy,” you heard him snarl behind you, his tone half-amused with a note of agitation. You felt fingers curl around the base of your fluke, and though you tried to jerk him away, his grip was vice.

You descended, skidding along a sandy seabed, scratching your arms and torso on absconded rocks. You hissed in pain, but managed to keep a tight hold on your dagger throughout your entire fall. Large hands grabbed a hold of your tail and flipped you over with ease, pushing you back down against the seabed where pale, glittering sand pushed up off the floor and floated around you. Finally able to see your attacker up front, you had to hold your breath to keep from gasping.

Despite hating him on sight, there was a moment where you thought to yourself that he was the most gorgeous creature you’d ever seen. Ash-colored hair swayed gently with the easy ocean currents. Hungry, crimson eyes were a beautiful, stark contrast to the incessant blue that flooded your everyday life. And the way his bronzed abs flexed as he caught his breath had liquid heat rushing through your tail. You wanted to reach out and touch the hook-shaped scar on his left peck. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you did. Merfolk were curious creatures, and most of you found that the easiest way to satiate their curiosities was through touch.

So you did. You lifted your free hand and drew your fingers along the rough edges of his scarred skin. He bristled at the contact, but didn’t stop you, opting to eye you with equal interest. You felt the beat of his two-chambered heart thrumming against his flushed skin. It was mesmerizing—almost as much as the gentle rumbling that reverberated from his chest—the tell that he was ready to mate.

The tips of his fingers touched your bare shoulder, slid up your neck, and found their home on your chin. He tilted your head once to the left, once to the right to check your neck to see if you’d already been mated. He let out a content hum and placed his hand on the back of your neck. Fluttering excitement buzzed down your spine to your fluke, and you slapped your tail against the floor to try to ease your sudden fervor. It didn’t help, and by the look on his face, he knew he had you. You thought for a moment that maybe you could mate; there really was no reason to be so stubborn. It was only natural and you were of age. The alluring rumbling from his chest was obviously getting to you, but why would you let yourself be mad over being picked by a very attractive suitor. You could mate with him. You could…

But then he had to go and speak again.

“Not so keen on fleeing now, huh?” The triumphant tone he kept had your scales flaring. “And here you had me thinking you were gonna put up a bit of a fight.” He flashed a toothy grin. Sharp. Dangerous. You didn’t want those teeth anywhere near you.

You swung your dagger at him. He caught your wrist with ease. His grin only grew wider as he pinned your arm back against the ocean floor. You hissed at him, grabbing a fistful of sand and flinging it at his face. He coughed and sputtered, so you used that opportunity to sweep your tail up and across his stupid, beautiful face. He let up and you were able to kick against the floor and swim up in a desperate search for an escape.

From the view, it seemed you had three options.

Option one: you could brave the sea cave you spotted miles away. The contents of the dark were unknown to you, but you figured you could brave the unknown and wait until this merman loses interest. You probably wouldn’t be able to eat for the rest of the day, but it sure as hell beat being mated to some arrogant, two-pricked shark. (Octo!Aizawa—noncon)

Option two: fight the arrogant, two-pricked shark. You might’ve not been the strongest fish in the sea, but you were fast and, at times, cunning. Your pride was on the line anyhow and if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get. (Shark!Bakugou—dubcon)

Option three: swim away some more. The ocean was vast, but you were bound to run into something or someone that could help fend this fiend off of you sooner or later, if he doesn’t get tired from the chase first. Swimming away would surely open a few more paths for you too. But you’d have to be fast. (Other mer!character scenarios that may come up)

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"Sir?" Then I cried

Can you see this, Midoriya, Sir? She smiled…! She smiled!

Kirishima x Reader x Tetsutesu

Happy birthday to my favorite hard boys *winks*!!!

Warning: NSFW

You weren’t entirely sure how you even ended up in this relationship, but you weren’t upset about it either.

For the past two months you had been in a poly relationship with both Kirishima and Tetsutetsu… It started with them both fighting over you during Valentine’s Day… they both had confessed their love for you at the same time… You didn’t know what to do. You thought they were both handsome and both were already such men… So you did the only fair thing… you turned them both down.

A few weeks later you were making out with them both behind the school and now here you are a few months later with them in bed…

You loved the feeling of being sandwiched between them both though, feeling their rock solid sweaty bodies pressed against your soft skin… it as almost magical. They were both fucking you full force at this point, entering you at almost the exact same time.

Kirishima had himself positioned underneath, his cock buried deep inside your pussy while Tetsutetsu was pounding your ass from behind.

Their rhythm got entirely in sync, and you felt yourself reaching climax. “It’s your guy’s birthday’s!!! I want to be full of cum!!! Please fill me!!!” You could barely keep your eyes open, the force of their cocks brought you the purest, most concentrated pleasure.

You could feel Tetsutetsu’s cock swell, he grabbed your ass tight and pushed into your ass as hard as he could. You could feel his cum fill your ass as he let out a grunt of ecstasy. Looking back at him eagerly, watching the smile on his face spread wider as he threw his head back and moaned, “I LOVE YOU, ____!!!” As he moaned out how much he loved you he kept himself inside you, and reached around you to tease your nipples gently as you continued to ride Kirishima.

This display was overwhelming to Kirishima. With the beautiful woman he loved climaxing on top of his member, and a man he respects fully behind her still filling her ass with his own seed, how could he hold back? Closing his eyes he released his potent cum your my hungry pussy. You filled up quickly, but wanted more. You had cum oozing out of both holes, gasping for air, your arms shaking, you tried to hold yourself up, but Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were no fools.

At the same time they both had wrapped their arms around you and flipped you so you were laying in between them on your side. As they smiled at you, you wished them both a happy birthday and hoped that they enjoyed their gift.

~ Love Kiwi xoxo

Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3,823

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, bad language, Tsukki being too damn beautiful.

Summary: It’s been several months after Tsukishima’s confession in the infirmary. You two are dating now, and after a study session in his room, you two decide to take your relationship to the next level.

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I hear you guys! I fucking see you!😂 we all need some Tsukki smut in our life so here is part 2 of Kiss it Better, I’ve included the link for anyone who hasn’t read the first part. I hope you all enjoy it and I would love the feedback afterwards:)

ALSO. I AM TAKING REQUESTS. I know I have some sitting in my inbox right now that I need to get to still so I apologize in advance if I can’t get your request out right away. But I literally adore all of you so much. Thank you for taking the time to read my shit writing:’) Anyway please enjoy the shit show lol.

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Eyes on Me (1)

This was a quick drabble thanks to @lady-bakuhoe! We thirsted for a little bit and thus the idea was born. This is dedicated to you! ;)

Summary: You promised you’d be good while Kirishima and Bakugou work on a group project, but you can’t help yourself.

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader (ft. Bakugou)

Warnings: Daddy kink, vouyerism, cursing, dirty talk, size difference (?), belly bulge, cockwarming

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“i’d die for you!”

“then perish.”

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x You Contains: drinking, drunk kissing/ making out, the “l” word Word Count: 902 A/N: Sorry, this and a couple others were taken down for reasons… Anyways, hope you enjoy (the second time, haha ^.^;)

“Katsuki will you just—”

“Get off of me so I can get another. Oi…waiter!” He hiccuped, slumping his head against the palm of his hand. Your eyes narrowed at Kirishima who, at the start of the evening, was encouraging his blonde friend to ‘have another’. He gave you an apologetic look and you sighed, deciding not to give him too much lip. After all, you had agreed to meet up at the bar for a tame night out but that had been before it got a bit out of hand.

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Plz plzzz smut 9 with iida. I need it. Also congratulations on the followers!! Lets sip some wine for many more followers to come!

a/n: THE FINAL PROMPT FOR MY FOLLOWER EVENT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Ya’ll know me well enough, I had to save the best for last. Thank you so much for following me and reading my stuff. It seriously means so much. So COME GET YOUR TENYA FOOD. (Special thanks to @thisisthehardestthing for the inspo, you’re a true friend and enabler.)

"Look at me." x tenya iida

cw: nsfw, smut (but like, the kind that makes you soft), some atypical penetration (quirk play?)

Tenya sat on the edge of the bathtub, his hero costume discarded after a long, hard day of patrolling. A fight with a villain had left his armor completely covered in dirt and ash, but that could be cleaned and polished later. He was more concerned with cleaning the soot and debris out of the engines in his calves before they got backed up and put him out of commission for a week. You leaned against the door, watching him working at his legs with a damp washcloth, the angle not impossible for him to reach, but certainly uncomfortable, especially with sore muscles from a hard-fought battle--one that saved a lot of lives, you might add.

You shook your head and joined him in the bathroom, kneeling down on the bath mat at his feet. Putting your fingers to his hands to stop him, you took the cloth and touched his thigh. “Let me help,” you said softly, and somewhat reluctantly, he let you. You had only been dating a few months, but you were spending almost every night at his place by this point. You’d seen him do this too many times on his own. He was a hero, in your eyes and everyone else’s. He deserved a break, someone to do the dirty work for him, and you were happy it was you.

Tenya straightened out his leg so you could reach underneath it, washcloth draped over your hand. Your fingers were much smaller than his; you’d be able to swipe around the rims of his exhaust pipes much easier than he could. As you took his ankle in your grasp, Tenya leaned back, his knuckles coming to rest on the ledge of the tub. You could see tension in his quad muscles, the veins tight as they disappeared under the fabric of the boxers he’d slipped into.

“Relax, babe,” you whispered, but instead of easing into your touch as you circled the rim of one exhaust pipe, Tenya threw his head back and sucked in a gulp of air. It was then that you understood. This was a lot bigger than just some routine cleaning ritual.

You ran the back of your hand slowly down his leg, soothing him as best you could. “It’s ok,” you said. “I got you.” Tenya took a deep breath, locking his eyes on yours before he nodded. Without breaking eye contact, you twisted the washcloth around your finger and, as slowly as you could, inserted your finger and circled around the inside of the cylinder, then the outside, wiping everything away until you could see the shining chrome again. Tenya bit his lip, a soft rumble in his throat, and you became aware of just how sensitive he was.

You tended to stay away from his engines during sex, partly because he was so much taller than you, you couldn’t usually reach them, but also because you didn’t want to seem obsessed with them. You never wanted him to think that you were only with him because of his profession or his quirk, and you hadn’t raised the topic of body worship just yet. You never knew how he’d feel about it. But with the way Tenya’s forehead started to sweat as you moved from one exhaust pipe to the next, you couldn’t believe that you’d been missing out on this for so long.

He didn’t have to say a word; Tenya knew that you could read him like a book. The way his knuckles turned white against the porcelain of the bathtub, the way he couldn’t hold his head upright as you plunged slowly in and out of the legs that his quirk gave him, the strangled moans he could no longer hold in. You knew already how turned on he was. There was just one question on his lips as you moved to his other leg. “How?”

You dipped your finger in once more, picking up the pace bit by bit. “Because I love you, Tenya. I know you better than anyone else in my life. I saw it all over your face.”

His chest heaved and he palmed the erection straining against the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. You sped up again, hopping from one cylinder to the next, twirling your finger around the inside and then the outside, up and down his calf.

“Please,” he begged as his hips lifted off the narrow ledge of the tub. Sweat dripped off his forehead, already a mess at just the touch of your hands against his thick calves. You nodded and pressed your finger deep into the final pipe, pushing past a level of intimacy you’d ever known.

With a growl, Tenya leaned back again, his chin tilted up severely as he tried to swallow his own lewd noises. Tenya pulled off his glasses and tossed them toward the sink, and you saw a single tear trickle out of the corner of each of his eyes before he pushed you down onto the floor, your back against the cool tiles, and straddled you.

His mouth connected to the heated flesh of your neck as you realized how much you needed him too. Desperately, he pushed down your shorts and panties so he could run his own fingers along your slit, wet almost as soon as he touched you. Your back arched up off the floor as you captured his shoulders in your hands, begging him to enter you. Overwhelmed, you felt tears burning in your eyes as you sobbed his name over and over. The rough pads of his fingers pressed into your heat and rubbed the soft, delicate spots inside that he knew you loved most.

You couldn’t keep your hips from shooting up at him, Tenya’s mouth covering your own as you moaned and whimpered into him. As the tension in your stomach twisted tighter, you squeezed his hand with your thighs. He ran his fingers up and down your core one more time as he pulled them out as searing kisses clouded your mind with lust.

Sensing your need, Tenya pulled his cock out of his boxers and teased, only for a second, at your dripping entrance, your eyes clenching closed and your head rolling to the side before he sheathed himself in a single motion. You couldn’t help but whimper as he rutted in and out of you, the stretch you felt a painful bliss that you wished would never end. Emotions overcoming you, it was your turn to be reduced to a crying mess at his ministrations. You held him by the forearms, your nails digging into his skin, until he made a final request.

“Look at me,” he demanded, panting in shallow breaths between each word.

You turned your head and met his eyes. The motion of his hips continued to roll over you, sending waves of pleasure through your body that you couldn’t even describe. Your entire lower body trembled as his thrusts slammed into you, harder by the second, his jaw tight and teeth gritted together. A few moments more and you reached your climax with a sharp scream, convulsing with the pleasure for only a moment before his rapid thrusts stuttered with his own release inside you.

The bathroom felt like it was at least a hundred degrees hotter than before as Tenya pulled out and collapsed on top of you. The mirror was fogged up as the both of you heaved for breath, sweaty bodies pressed together and only keeping the heat trapped between you. Tenya nestled his face against your neck, his hand reaching up to pet your hair as he whispered, “I love you. So much.” You’d hold him there against your chest as long as he wanted, you thought, completely in bliss at the feeling of knowing him, but also being known, so deeply that you couldn’t think of anything else. You’d hold him until your hearts beat as one, the bond unbreakable.