**”Cosplay Domination”**

It started as a joke—or at least, that’s what I told myself. My buddy dared me to cosplay as Saitama at the next con, and like an idiot, I agreed. The real surprise? My girlfriend, Jenna, decided to go as Tatsumaki. Not just the outfit, though. No, she went *full method acting.*

I should’ve known she’d take it too far.

We got back to our hotel room after a long day of posing and fending off thirsty photographers. Jenna was still in her tiny green dress, the one that barely covered her ass, and thigh-high boots that made her look even more unfairly dominant. Her emerald wig was slightly mussed, but that didn’t stop her from glaring at me like she owned me.

“Take off the costume,” she ordered, crossing her arms under her chest.

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” She stepped closer, her heel clicking against the floor. “Strip. Now.”

My dick twitched in my pants. Shit. She was serious.

I fumbled with the zipper of my hero suit, peeling it off until I was just in my boxers. Jenna didn’t move, didn’t help—just watched with this smirk that told me she was enjoying every second of my struggle.

“Good boy,” she purred once I was bare. Then she pointed at the bed. “Sit.”

I obeyed. My cock was already half-hard, anticipation coiling tight in my gut. Jenna stalked toward me, her boots making slow, deliberate clicks against the carpet. Then, without warning, she shoved me back onto the mattress.

“You don’t get to move unless I say so,” she whispered, climbing over me. Her small hands pinned my wrists down, her thighs straddling my waist. The heat of her pussy pressed against my stomach, even through the thin fabric of her panties.

Fuck, I was rock solid now.

Jenna leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve been watching you all day, pretending to be the strongest hero.” Her nails dug into my skin. “But you’re not, are you? You’re just a weak little man who needs to be put in his place.”

A shiver ran down my spine. My hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for friction.

She laughed—a low, wicked sound—then sat up, grinding her cunt against my abs. “Pathetic. You can’t even control yourself.”

Before I could protest, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down. The sight of her bare pussy, already glistening, made my mouth water.

“Lick,” she commanded, shifting forward until her wet folds hovered just above my lips.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I buried my face between her thighs, tongue lashing at her clit. Jenna moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as she rolled her hips against my mouth.

“That’s it,” she hissed. “Just like that. You’re good for one thing, at least.”

Her taste flooded my senses, sweet and salty, and I ate her out like my life depended on it. Her thighs trembled around my head, her moans getting louder, needier.

Then, without warning, she pulled away.

“Turn over,” she ordered.

Confused but aching, I flipped onto my stomach. A second later, Jenna’s weight settled onto my back, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of me.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Her breath was hot against my ear.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned.

“Too bad.” She reached under me, her fingers wrapping around my cock in a punishing grip. “I decide when you get to cum.”

Then she started stroking me—slow at first, then faster, her thumb pressing against the leaking tip with every upstroke. My hips jerked, but she tightened her grip, forcing me still.

“I said *don’t move*.”

I bit back a whimper, my entire body trembling. Jenna kept working me, her free hand trailing down my spine, nails scraping lightly. The combination of pain and pleasure had me panting, my cock throbbing in her fist.

“Please,” I finally begged.

She chuckled. “Since you asked so nicely…”

In one fluid motion, she guided my cock back, sliding down onto me with a gasp. Her pussy was so fucking tight, so wet, clamping around me like a vice.

“God, you feel good,” I groaned, fingers gripping the sheets.

Jenna rolled her hips, riding me hard. “Shut up,” she snapped, slapping my ass. “You don’t get to talk.”

I obeyed, letting her take control, letting her fuck me at her own pace. Her moans filled the room, her nails biting into my skin as she bounced on my cock. Every thrust sent electricity shooting up my spine, the pressure building fast.

“I’m gonna—fuck, Jenna, I’m gonna cum—”

She slammed down onto me, grinding hard as I came deep inside her. Her own orgasm followed, her pussy clenching around me, her body shuddering.

Then she leaned forward, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Pathetic hero,” she whispered. “But mine.”