Tadashi got wet (50 Explicit Images)

Tadashi was having one of those nights, stuck at the San Fransokyo Institute of Tech, elbows deep in Baymax’s circuits. The bot had some kind of virus, glitching out hard, and no matter what he tried, the damn thing wouldn’t reboot.

Hours passed, his shirt clung to his skin with sweat, and his patience and stamina were fried. So he finally gave up for the night.

Starving, he dragged himself to a 24-hour convenience store, bought some noodles, and ate them right there like a tired, frustrated mess. Then the skies opened up, full-on downpour. With time to kill and a semi already forming from stress and zero relief all week, he started wandering the aisles, buying random stuff while his mind drifted into very dirty places.

By the time he got home, drenched, cold, and horny as hell, it was game over. He tossed his bags on the floor, stripped out of those soaking-wet clothes, his shirt peeled off like a second skin, his pants clung tight to everything, and his nipples? Rock hard from the cold, begging to be touched.

He hit the shower and the second that hot water hit him, it was like a switch flipped. He couldn’t stop touching himself. Slow at first, then rough, desperate. He stroked it like he was punishing himself for holding it in so long. Groaning, panting, fucking his hand like it owed him rent. He came hard—once… then again… and again. Three full loads all over the tile, dripping down his thighs, mixing with steam. 😩💦

And even after all that, his cock wouldn’t quit—still leaking, still twitching, still aching for more while he toweled off and tried to get himself under control. Spoiler: he didn’t. 😈🔥