"Hah"
Mitsuki gasped when she felt Ren's mouth close around her nipple. His tongue circled the sensitive tip while his fingers pinched the other one, working her for pleasure.
"Hahhh... y-you bastard..." she started to say, but the words died in her throat when his teeth grazed her nipple softly.
"Nghhhh"
He thinks he can just take control like that? Mitsuki felt the challenge stir inside her. Cute.
She grabbed Ren by the shoulders and shoved him backward hard enough to make him stumble. Before he could react, she had him pinned against the kitchen counter with her body pressed flush against his.
"Did you really think it'd be that easy, Ren-kun?" Mitsuki's voice was low and dangerous, her face inches from his. "That you could just grab my tits and I'd melt like some submissive little girl?"
Ren's eyes widened slightly, and then a mocking smirk curled across his face.
"Actually, I was hoping for a challenge."
"Oh, honey, you're gonna get one."
Mitsuki activated her Quirk. Glycerin started seeping out of every pore of her skin, coating her body in a thin, slippery layer. She grabbed Ren's wrists and pinned them to the counter on either side of his body.
"Let's see how confident you are when you can't even hold onto me."
She ground her hips against his, feeling his erection press against her through the fabric. The glycerin made the friction unbelievably smooth, creating a sensation that was almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"Mitsuki-san..." Ren's voice had a strained edge now.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered:
"You've got talent, brat, I'll give you that. But now you're playing in the big leagues."
Ren's response was to activate his telekinesis. Mitsuki suddenly felt invisible fingers pressing against her clit through her jeans, rubbing in slow circles.
"Ngh!" The sound escaped her before she could stop it.
"Who said I played fair?" Ren asked with a grin.
"You... fucking cheater..." Mitsuki cranked her glycerin output higher, making her whole body so slippery that gripping anything became nearly impossible.
Ren found himself sliding despite his best efforts to hold his position. His hands slipped off her waist, unable to find purchase on her glycerin-covered skin. But he made up for it by amping up the intensity of his telekinetic stimulation, pressing harder against her most sensitive spots.
Ngh...
Mitsuki bit down hard on her lip. Her legs trembled as the invisible pressure kept working her clit. She tried to step back and reclaim some distance and composure, but Ren caught her by the wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Let go of me, brat."
"Yeah? Make me."
It was a direct, brazen challenge. And Mitsuki had never been the type to back down from a dare.
She yanked her wrist free, the glycerin letting her slip his grip with embarrassing ease. Then she grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him toward the dining room table with surprising strength. Ren let himself be pulled along, letting her shove him down onto the polished wood surface.
"You wanna play rough?" Mitsuki climbed onto the table, straddling his chest. "Fine. Let's play rough."
She grabbed the hem of her own blouse and yanked it off entirely, flinging it aside. Her breasts hung over Ren's face, nipples still hard from his earlier attention. Glycerin dripped from them in slow, heavy drops that landed on his cheeks.
"Open your mouth."
Ren obeyed, and Mitsuki lowered herself until one of her nipples brushed his lips. He caught it instantly, sucking hard while his tongue worked the sensitive tip.
"Ahh... yes..." Mitsuki's head fell back.
But Ren wasn't content to just follow orders. His hands found her jeans, undoing the button and zipper in quick, practiced movements. Mitsuki felt his fingers slide under the denim, searching for the heat between her legs.
"Cheater," she gasped, but she didn't stop him.
"All's fair in war and sex, Mitsuki-san."
His fingers found her underwear, already soaked through with her arousal. He pressed against the fabric, feeling how wet she was right through the thin material.
"Fuck..." Mitsuki ground against his hand.
But she wasn't about to let him have all the control. She shifted position, sliding down his body until she could reach the bulge straining against his pants. Her slippery hands made quick work of his zipper.
"Two can play at this game, Ren-kun."
She freed his erection, wrapping her slick hand around it. The glycerin worked like the perfect lubricant, letting her stroke him without a hint of friction. Ren moaned against her breast, his suction faltering for a second.
"What's the matter? Can't handle a little competition?" Mitsuki's smile was wicked.
Ren answered by sliding two fingers inside her underwear, finding her wet pussy and pushing into her without warning.
"Ahhn!" Mitsuki's back arched sharply.
"I can handle anything you throw at me."
They moved together in a frenzy of clashing sensations. Mitsuki jerked him faster while he finger-fucked her with rising intensity. Her glycerin kept everything slippery with a heat that felt almost unreal. His telekinesis layered on stimulation that shouldn't have been physically possible.
"This is..." Mitsuki panted. "This is ridiculous..."
"You're the one who wanted a fight."
"Shut up and fuck me properly."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her jeans, yanking them down along with her underwear. Mitsuki kicked them the rest of the way off, ending up completely naked and straddling him on the dining room table.
She positioned herself over his erection, the tip pressing against her entrance. They locked eyes, both refusing to be the first one to beg.
And then Mitsuki sank down hard, taking him fully inside her.
"Ahhhhh! Oh, fuck!"
The glycerin made the penetration effortless, just a perfect slippery heat as Mitsuki's walls wrapped tight around him. She stayed there for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, before she started to move.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
She rode him hard, her hips rising and dropping in a punishing rhythm. The table creaked under them with every thrust. Glycerin dripped from her body onto his, making everything shine and glide.
"That... ngh... all you got?" Ren managed to get out between gasps.
Mitsuki leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head. Her breasts bounced in front of his face with every movement.
"I could keep doing this all night, kid. Question is... can you keep up?"
Ren grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, building a rhythm that had them both moaning. But he also activated his telekinesis again, this time focusing on multiple points at once.
Invisible fingers pressed against her clit, her nipples, and the sensitive rim of her ass.
"Ah! Ah! You... bastard... cheater!" Mitsuki's voice cracked on every word.
"You started this fight. I'm just finishing it."
He cranked up the pressure everywhere while he kept pounding into her. The combined stimulation was too much. Mitsuki felt herself losing control, getting dragged closer and closer to an edge she didn't want to reach first.
"Not... not yet... I'm not gonna..." But her body had its own ideas.
Ren shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. At the same time, the telekinetic pressure on her clit ramped up to an almost unbearable level.
"Fuck! Ren! I'm...!" Mitsuki's competitive façade crumbled entirely.
"That's it. Give in."
"Make me, you bald bastard!"
With one last coordinated assault of physical and telekinetic stimulation, he shoved her over the edge.
SQUIRT!
Mitsuki's orgasm rolled over her, making her whole body convulse. She collapsed forward onto his chest, panting and shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
"Hah... hah... hah! You... win," she whispered against his skin. "You win, dammit."
But instead of gloating, Ren just wrapped his arms around her and held her while she came down. His erection was still buried inside her, throbbing with need but patient.
Mitsuki realized something in that moment. She'd fought because fighting was just what she always did. She dominated because being the one in control felt safer than being exposed. But right now, wrapped up in Ren's arms with his cock filling her completely, she felt a different kind of pleasure.
I don't have to fight this. I can just... enjoy it.
The thought was liberating. She relaxed against him fully, letting go of her need to control everything. And when she lifted her head to look at him, her expression had shifted. The competitive fire was still there, but now it was mixed with something softer.
"Ren-kun..."
"Yeah?"
"No more games. Just... make me feel good."
Ren's eyes widened a little at the change in her tone. This wasn't the aggressive, dominant Mitsuki who'd cornered him against the counter a few minutes ago.
"Gladly, Mitsuki-san."
He carefully flipped them, switching positions so she was now on her back on the table. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he started moving inside her with slow, deep thrusts.
The glycerin kept everything absurdly slippery. Every slide in and out felt amazing. Mitsuki moaned freely now, no longer holding back or pretending to fight for control.
"Yes... just like that... oh God, yes..."
Ren built his pace gradually, settling into a steady rhythm that had the table rocking under them. His hands explored her glycerin-slick body, sliding over her breasts and down along her thighs.
"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured.
"Shut up... don't talk... just..." She pulled him into a kiss.
Their tongues battled while their bodies stayed in sync. Mitsuki's fingers dug into his back, her nails leaving marks that would definitely be visible later.
Ren broke the kiss and moved down to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. Mitsuki's head fell back, exposing more skin for him to mark.
"Hah... hah... don't be gentle," she panted. "Wreck me already."
He obeyed, picking up his pace until he was pounding into her with abandon.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, mixing with their heavy breathing and moans.
"Mitsuki... I'm close..."
"Don't stop... don't you dare stop..."
Ren felt her walls starting to tighten around him, the warning signs of her oncoming orgasm. He slipped his hand between them to rub her clit with his thumb, adding that last little touch of stimulation she needed.
"REN! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!"
CLICK
"I'M HOME, YOU OLD HAG!"
Mitsuki's eyes flew wide. Her whole body locked up, the scream of her oncoming orgasm dying in her throat and replaced by suffocating panic.
Katsuki. Oh God. Oh, fuck. He's gonna see us. He's gonna see everything.
"Ren, move! Get dressed, now!" she hissed in a desperate whisper, trying to shove him off while simultaneously trying to cover herself.
But Ren didn't move. Instead, he leaned close to her ear and whispered two words.
"Trust me."
Before Mitsuki could ask what the hell he meant, she felt something wrap around her.
Ren slowly pulled his hips back and thrust forward again.
PLAP
"Mmph!" Mitsuki's hand flew to her mouth to muffle the moan.
What is he doing?! Has he lost his mind?!
Bakugo's footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting closer to the kitchen. Mitsuki's heart was hammering in her chest so hard she thought it might crack her ribs. Her pussy clenched around Ren involuntarily, terror and arousal mixing into a cocktail that shouldn't have existed.
PLAP
Ren thrust again, watching her face as panic battled with pleasure.
"Stop!" she whispered frantically. "R-Ren, please! He's gonna see us!"
But Bakugo walked right past them. He strolled into the kitchen, glancing around with mild confusion.
"Where the hell did she go?" he muttered, scratching his head. His hair was still wet with sweat from training. He walked over to the fridge, opened it, and pulled out a bottle of water.
He was three feet from the table where his mother was spread open with Ren buried inside her, thrusting deep. And somehow, he didn't seem to see any of it.
Mitsuki stared at her son in disbelief. How is this possible?
Ren chose that exact moment to thrust hard again. Mitsuki's back arched involuntarily and a loud moan escaped her lips.
"Ahhhn!"
Bakugo didn't even flinch. He just kept drinking his water, completely oblivious.
He can't hear me. What kind of...
But her thoughts scattered when Ren thrust into her again, this time grinding against her clit with the motion. The combination of terror and pleasure was doing something to her brain. She shouldn't have been turned on by this; it was insane.
And yet she'd never been more turned on in her entire life.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, YOU LITTLE BRAT! GET OUT!" she yelled, testing whether Bakugo could actually hear her.
He didn't even turn his head.
Does this have something to do with Ren's power? But that shouldn't be possible... his Quirk is telekinesis...
"She must be asleep already," Bakugo muttered, tossing the water bottle back into the fridge. "Old hag like her goes to bed early."
A vein popped on Mitsuki's forehead. OLD HAG? I'll show you who the old hag is, you little shit!
But her anger got immediately overridden when Ren picked up the pace. He was fucking her harder now, taking advantage of the invisibility to move without any restraint at all. The table shook beneath them. Her breasts bounced with every thrust.
And she couldn't hold back her moans anymore.
"Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Fuck, yes!"
Bakugo passed by her again, heading toward the stairs.
"Gonna hit the shower," he announced to the empty kitchen.
His footsteps faded up the stairs. Mitsuki lost control entirely.
The combination of fear, relief, and overwhelming pleasure slammed into her all at once. Her orgasm exploded through her body with an intensity that turned her vision white. Her pussy clamped down on Ren, pulsing rhythmically as she came harder than she ever had in her life.
"AHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper. Glycerin poured from her skin in response to the intense stimulation, coating both of them and the table underneath. Ren kept thrusting through her orgasm, dragging it out until she was sobbing from the intensity of it.
Finally, her body went limp. Ren carefully pulled out and Mitsuki felt his cock slide free with an obscene, wet sound. She lay there sprawled across the table, chest heaving, coated in sweat and glycerin, trying to process what had just happened.
Ren reached down and grabbed her soaked panties from where they'd ended up bunched around her thighs. Before Mitsuki could react, he stuffed them right into her mouth.
"Mmph!" Her eyes went wide.
He gave her a look that said "quiet" while he cleaned up the mess they'd made. Mitsuki stayed there, tasting herself on the fabric, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body.
Upstairs, the shower was still running. Bakugo was completely oblivious to all of it.
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a couple of minutes, Ren pulled the panties out of her mouth. Mitsuki immediately grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down until they were nose to nose.
"YOU... BALD BASTARD!"
"Nice to see you too."
"You almost gave me a fucking heart attack! Since when can you do that? Explain yourself right now!"
Ren had the audacity to smile.
"Something I learned recently. A sensory dampening field. Makes us undetectable to anyone I choose."
"And it didn't occur to you to mention that before almost giving me a goddamn stroke?!"
"Where's the fun in that?"
Mitsuki wanted to strangle him. She wanted to...
SMACK!
Ren's hand landed on her ass with enough force to make it sting. More fluid gushed from her pussy, dripping down onto the table.
SQUIRT!
"Ahhhn!" Another moan slipped out of her.
He met her glare, smiling as his eyes dropped to her breasts. And Mitsuki realized something important.
She didn't have to hold back anymore. If Ren could make them invisible and silent, then she could be as loud as she wanted. As wild as she fucking pleased.
A slow smile spread across her face.
She flipped over onto her stomach and pushed her ass up high in the air, her nipples pressed against the cold surface of the table. She spread her legs wide, presenting herself to him completely.
"Round two, Ren-kun. And this time, I'm not holding anything back."
Ren's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight. Mitsuki's ass raised high, her pussy glistening with glycerin and her own juices, completely exposed and inviting.
"You sure about that? I wasn't exactly gentle the first time."
"Gentle?" Mitsuki laughed. "Fuck gentle. I want you to destroy me. Make me scream so loud that if we weren't invisible, the whole damn neighborhood would hear it."
"Your son is..."
"And he can't hear a goddamn thing, right? So shut up and start fucking."
Ren positioned himself behind her, his erection pressing against her entrance. But instead of pushing in, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back toward him while keeping himself just outside.
"Beg me for it."
Mitsuki's eyes flashed dangerously.
"I don't beg."
"Then I guess we're at a standoff." He ground against her, letting her feel exactly what she was missing.
The slippery heat of her glycerin-coated pussy was driving him crazy, but he held firm. Mitsuki growled in frustration, pushing back against him, trying to move her hips so he'd slide inside.
"Dammit, stop fucking around, you piece of shit! Don't you dare stop now or I swear I'll break your face! Give it to me already, move!"
"Well, what a cute way to beg... That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He thrust into her in one hard motion, burying himself to the hilt. Mitsuki screamed with pleasure, no longer caring who might hear because she knew no one could.
"YES! FINALLY!"
Ren set a brutal pace right from the start.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
The dull sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the kitchen. Mitsuki's breasts dragged across the surface of the table with every movement, her nipples hard and sensitive against the cold wood.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Ren fisted a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine.
"Ngh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Right there! Don't stop! Ahhhh!"
He pounded her without mercy, his free hand coming down on her ass in sharp slaps that left red handprints on her pale skin.
SMACK! SMACK!
"You like that? You like getting spanked while you're getting fucked?"
"That all you got, you bastard? Hit me like you mean it!"
Mitsuki had completely abandoned any pretense of dignity or self-control.
Ren let go of her hair and grabbed both her hips, using them as leverage to pound into her even harder. Mitsuki snaked a hand between her legs to rub her clit, stacking even more stimulation on top of the overwhelming pleasure already tearing through her.
"Hah... hah... gonna come again," she panted. "So hard..."
"Do it. Come all over my cock."
The order shoved her straight over the edge. Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first, sending violent tremors through her whole body.
"FUUUUUCK!"
Her pussy clenched around Ren so tightly it actually hurt a little. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a sobbing, trembling mess draped over the table.
Finally, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. Mitsuki looked up at him with glassy eyes, utterly satisfied and exhausted.
"That was..." she couldn't find the words.
"We're not done yet."
Before she could ask what he meant, Ren grabbed her legs and pushed them up toward her chest, folding her almost in half. Then he drove back into her in this new position, reaching unbelievably deep.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!"
He fucked her hard and fast, chasing his own release now. Mitsuki could only grip the edges of the table and take it, moaning incoherently while he used her body.
AHHH
A few more thrusts and Ren buried himself to the base, his body going rigid as he came. Mitsuki felt him releasing his cum inside her, filling her up with heat. The sensation triggered another mini-orgasm in her already hypersensitive body.
SQUIRT
They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, covered in sweat and glycerin. Finally, Ren carefully pulled out and helped Mitsuki sit up.
She looked like she'd been through a war. Her hair was a disaster, her makeup was smeared, her body glistened with glycerin, and there was cum dripping out from between her legs onto the table.
"I need a shower," she said.
She slid off the table on shaky legs, her thighs still trembling from the intensity of what they'd just done. Ren steadied her with a hand on her waist.
"Can you walk?"
"Of course I can walk. I'm not some delicate flower." She took two steps and almost face-planted.
Ren caught her with a smile.
"Right. Totally fine."
"Shut up."
Despite her protests, she let him help her toward the bathroom. Behind them, the kitchen table showed all the evidence of their activities: puddles of glycerin, a rumpled tablecloth, and one very suspicious wet stain.
Mitsuki glanced back and sighed.
"I'm gonna have to clean that up before Katsuki sees it."
They bickered all the way to the bathroom. As the hot water washed away the glycerin and sweat, Mitsuki found herself smiling.
Damn bald bastard. He's gonna be the death of me...
But what a way to go.
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