#C'mon eat your own pants

[boowritess]

simon got himself a young girlfriend. he really shouldn't be entertaining, ruining, a sweet thing like her but he can't help himself. he's depraved like that. wanting to ruin such a sweet, innocent thing. make it so they only think of him...

her parents loathe him. which is not a surprising reaction.

but simon's too big, too imposing, to make them say anything to his face, and oh, his sweet little thing has teeth that snap at her parents when they try to talk about how he's too old. too rough. he won't treat her right.

they're right, of course. but he's good at making his little girlfriend forget about his wrongdoing just by a little sweet whispering and gently coaxing her thighs apart with a rough, scared hand.

however, what he wasn't expecting was finding out about his young girlfriends older sister.

you.

there's an age gap between you and your sister. you're nearly the same age as simon. but that's not the only thing simon takes note off.

you're more fulled out, in places that simon has no business looking at, the innocent ones and the not so innocent ones. there's a couple more inches on you than your sister. not nearly as tall as he, but he thinks he likes it.

but what really gets him goin'. you don't react the same way to him like your parents did. there was no disdain, disgust or even fear in your eyes when you looked at him.

no.

instead he got a wide smile, a hair-flick over your shoulder and a hug. pulling him in, despite his rigid tenseness. patting his back.

"oh aren't you sweet?" your voice is smooth, and almost coo like when you pull away. eyes sparkling with what simon can only describe is warmth.

and while your parents avoid him when he's around. when you're home, you do the exact opposite. you hover around your sister, making sure she's eating well, looking after herself, and then you do the exact same thing to simon.

showering him in the same doting affection as your sister. making them both a plate of food, a lot of food. making sure they're warm and tucked in at night. it's giving them your card when you send your sister to the shops for something, and quieting simon when he says he has his own. doing your sisters laundry AND his.

and the praise. god the praise. it fucking wrecks him. despite most of it being innocent.

he's helping do the dishes when you come in. "oh aren't you being a good boy?" you chime, voice so warm and sweet. you pat his back, and there's a genuine smile on your face. "i'll make you a cuppa for doing so well."

"you ate all your food? aren't you a good lad? huh? c'mon then, make room for dessert for being good." you'll say, patting his stomach and moving to the fridge.

it sends him into a whirlwind.

he could be spending days with his girlfriend's parents, who act like he's not even there. too intimated by this grown man. which he liked. he likes that. imposing people. making them uncomfortable with his mere presence. it's what his little girlfriend likes.

but then you come in. being all nurturing and sweet. coddling his little girlfriend and then doing the same to him despite you and him nearly being the same age.

then he starts to realize that you're treating him like how you treat your younger sister. treating him like he's young and naive. who can't look after himself. completely helpless. praising him for the basics a human adult should not be getting praised for. treating him like a child.

you've been fucking treating him like some fresh out the womb kid this whole fucking time and he's only seeing it now.

and he really can't help it.

but he fucking likes it.

he aches for it.

in the barracks. late at night. instead of flicking through the pictures of his little girlfriend to help quell the ache in him.

he thinks about you. your warm perfume. the reassuring pats. the way praise seems to just smooth off your tongue so sweetly.

"good boy." fuck.

he stares at the mess he made, panting hard. letting out a groan of frustration when he thinks of you again. and for the third time his cock twitches, the ache returning again.

that's when he comes to the inevitable conclusion.

he's fucking ruined.

a/n: idk where i was going with this but. here u go xx love ya'll, drink water xx part 2 maybe idk.

[rafeysbunny]

bf! jj eating you out in the twinkie

your hips buckle impatiently against jj's face, pretty eyes looking through the window of the twinkie to make sure no one's around. he's peppering a bunch of wet kisses all over your creamy thighs, lips gently suckling at the sensitive flesh, which has you panting heavily already.

"c'mon, jay..." you whimper softly, and there's a pleading tone to your sweet voice. "gotta be quick."

only your crazy boyfriend could convince you that it's a good idea to let him eat you out in the back of john b's van in broad daylight, when it's clearly not. not when you're in the middle of a parking lot and your friends are in harbor freight, getting some shopping done for the poguelandia renovation. they could come back at any moment, for god's sake.

"relax, princess. i'll have you cumming in less than five minutes," he whispers cockily, hands sliding up your thighs to push your pretty, floral dress up and around your waist. "just lemme enjoy this for a bit, yeah?"

precisely, it's the dress which has gotten you into this situation in the first place, the piece of clothing making your gorgeous body look so good that jj has been dying to get his hands on you the whole day. "so fuckin' pretty." his warm breath brushes your skin while he talks, his face a few inches from your covered sex, to which he presses a chaste kiss; the action makes you shudder.

he'd keep teasing you with featherlight touches and little kisses for a bit more, relishing in the way your body arches and your hips rock upwards desperately— until he finally hooks his fingers in the gusset of your white cotton panties and pushes them aside gently, exposing your soaked pussy.

"such a dirty girl, huh?" he teases, gliding his fingers through your slit to part your slick folds. "gettin' all wet f'me, knowing our friends could walk in on me eating out this sweet cunt..."

cool air caresses your overheated flesh before he leans in and drags the flat of his tongue up your centre, nice and slow, which makes your whole body shake. your mouth drops open in response as you grab a handful of his soft, blonde hair, hips jerking unconsciously.

he moans at your taste, his piercing, blue eyes locked on yours as he closes his lips around your sensitive clit, his fingers hooking around your supple thighs to keep you spread open for him. you can feel the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin due to his hard grip. that, added to the feeling of his skilled mouth sucking onto your pussy, has your head swimming.

you'd be panting heavily and whimpering in no time, your pussy a sopping mess from your own arousal and his spit. he easily slips two thick digits inside your dripping hole, alternating between sucking and flicking your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers crook to rub against that spongy spot at the front that makes your vision blur and your pretty eyes roll back into your skull as you moan, not caring that someone might hear.

the orgasm builds rapidly, the coil in your tummy tightening while your pussy flutters around his fingers and your pretty little toes wiggle inside your converse. as promised, he has you cumming in less than five minutes, the pleasure so much that you squirt onto his handsome face with a whiny whimper, completely soaking everything inside john b's car.

the sight almost makes him cream his pants.

"fuck, jay, how are we gonna clean this shit up?" you'd mutter, still trying catch your breath, just before you both hear your friends' chatter getting close to the twinkie.

hell, you're screwed.

more.

[muqingslover]

[ I've seen how Caleb is often described to be a sex god without any experience at every first time (and I eat it up) but I also think we should discuss the other side of it. Kinda of an addition to my previous post ]

Let's discuss virgin Caleb that since he hit puberty has been struggling with his own desires and when he finally received the green light from you it's like a dam was unleashed.

This man is BEYOND sensitive. And so damn needy too, to the point that greedy would be a much more suitable word for him.

He started having wet dreams about you after the first kiss and the walk of shame to the bathroom every morning to wash his boxers is very real.

He's got a leaking and painful boner every time you kiss him for a little too long and he can't get enough of the taste of your tongue on his.

Having you on his lap is both bliss and torture. He'd try to hide the fact he's hard the first few times, not wanting to scare or pressure you, but each time your hips pressed down against his boner he'd be rolling his eyes back into his head and forcing down a groan.

I'm a dry-humping truther and I firmly believe the first time he came with you was by rubbing himself against your leg like the dog he is while you two were making out.

Caleb is mortified about his first experience with a blow job and he wishes you'd forget such an embarrassing moment of him.

But in all honesty, it wasn't his fault. You offered out of nowhere, which left him no time to mentally prepare, and just by having you kneeling down in front of him with your hand wrapped around his cock had him gripping the edge of the desk behind him, to the point the wood creaked at the sheer pressure.

And when you licked along the precum that was dripping down his length and pushed your tongue against his swollen tip he came and he came hard. His cum coating your face, getting onto some parts of your hair and in your mouth.

It goes without saying that he spent the rest of the day apologizing, but the sight of you swallowing his cum that had gotten onto your lips made him dizzy and hard again.

I'm sure he'll be fantastic in bed eventually, but your first time is a mess. Literally. Caleb is so eager to explore the body he's desired for so long and to please you as much as you do to him.

Everywhere he can reach is littered with dark and very obvious hickeys.

He'd have your hands pinned next or above your head so you couldn't touch him otherwise he knows he won't last at all.

Though, all his efforts bear no fruit because the second this man bottoms out inside of your warm and tight insides he is cumming again.

His body would tremble as he held his entire weight on his forearms to not crush you and he bit down on his lips.

After switching condoms, you'd have to get on top while his shaky legs recover from his orgasm and oh gods he's really trying his fucking best right now.

He's panting against your neck when you roll your hips and cause a loud moan to escape his lips, followed by his strong arms wrapping around your middle like a bear hug as if to keep himself grounded. It's rather cute, really.

He'd come with you this time, if not a little before from you clenching around his cock and the sweet whimpers because he's oh so very sensitive.

His hands would feel up your thighs then shamelessly grab your ass while he looked up at you, loving the view of you on top of him and he's got the cockiest grin you've ever seen on his face.

Now we're talking about someone with YEARS of suppressed sexual desires so you better brace yourself because he's far from done.

Caleb would use the entire night to learn everything he possibly can about your body, besides what he already knew. Each sweet spot that make you cry so good for him and just how deep he can hit inside of you to have you gasping for more.

He's sloppy, he's desperate, he's pathetic and it's messy. He'd ask between shaky breaths and his tone is almost whiny "Does that good? I need you to talk to me sweetheart, c'mon."

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Teach me how to make you feel good."

"Can I go deeper? Fuck- Please? Please? you feel so good-"

"I can't stop— Just one more, I'll make it good for you too, please, gods please, I need more of you or I'll go insane."

Caleb is the type of pathetic loser that would get a nosebleed while he pounded into you for the nth time.

He'd kiss you when you showed concern, spit trickling down your chin as the taste of iron would spread on your tongue before he pulled away to admire the sight of you completely disheveled for him. Because of him.

He licks the few drops on your chest, the crimson smearing with the sweat glistening on your skin and leaving a trail that only added to the perverted satisfaction that you're his.

Almost every position is crossed off the list in a single night and he's willing to do anything you ask of him. You want to ride him again? He's sat. You want him to hit it from the back? He's got you on your hands and knees already. You want him to eat you out? Please, by all means take a seat on his face. You have complete control over everything that happens most of the time.

It's morning by the time you two pass out, or run out of condoms in the box honestly, but you can fully expect him to try something when he gets into the shower with you the next day. Hey, he's just helping you clean up like a good boyfriend should ;) .

[bi-writes]

Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this soft🫡🫡

you've been bringing your own lunch to work because you hate the meals the mess hall makes. it makes your pregnant belly absolutely angry, and simon's held your hair up enough times to know that if he doesn't pack you something to eat before you go, it'll be hell on earth.

the rec room door slams open. everyone jumps, startled in their seats, and simon just stares, leaning against the wall by the open window as he puffs on a cigarette.

his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.

"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.

"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"

he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.

"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.

"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"

he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.

"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."

your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.

"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.

"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"

you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.

"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"

you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.

"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."

"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."

when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.

"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"

"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."

"huh?"

"we didn't...see...anything."

[cherrxboy]

I had this idea and I HAD to write it because I know my bitchass would NOT write it any other time (it's 5 in the morning and I haven't slept)

CW: explicit smut, I think - GN!reader - Mean!Satoru - uhhh rough seggs - Toru being an asshole - eating out/bj/whatever (reader receiving) - overstimulation I believe - a bit (probably a lot) of degrading/humiliation and stuff... he calls you a slut like two times - pet names used: baby, sweets, love - he refers to himself as "daddy" once but there's nothing else about that - mentions of death but like he's just joking - aftercare. (Not proofread) tell me if I missed anything!

English is my second language and I'm sleep deprived auauughh this is probably shit but I hope you enjoy hehe cause I personally love mean!Satoru he makes me go tehehehhehwojspsjpsj. Sorry if there are any typos ;((

♡

We've all read the fics, we've all seen the man, we've watched the show and I can't get this image outta my head, this little broken tape going off in my brain that Satoru is one of the biggest meanies when y'all are going at it. Doesn't matter what you are, what's in your pants, if you're giving or taking– he's mean.

Satoru is the type of guy that would keep you spread for him while he goes down on you, not caring if your thighs start to cramp or your legs feel sore. At some point it's not even about your pleasure anymore. He just wants to see how far he can push you, what new faces you can make, what little noises he can take out of you and Oh his favorite: how many times can he make you cum with just his mouth in a certain time limit.

He starts going and counts, each and every one of your orgasms, while also keeping track of the time. He's the strongest, he's definitely broken some records and one thing he really loves is breaking his own records. How many times can he make you cum in 15 minutes? How about 10? How about 2?!

"C'mon, love..."

"just one more, yeah? Oh I know, I know it's hurting but I'm almost breaking my last record, isn't that amazing??"

"Puh-leaseee? I'm making you feel good too, aren't I? Don't deny it, babe. I'm pretty sure everyone heard us with how loud you were being."

"No no no, I'm not saying it's baaad. Actually, makes me curious about how many noise complaints we can get in a week–"

Satoru is the type of guy to literally make fun of you while he's rearranging your guts. The type of guy that laughs in your face when you're crying all prettily, telling him that 'oh you can't take it' or how 'it's too big!' He's folding you in half at this point, not even letting you look away, hide your face in the pillows or anything as one of his hands keeps you still for him and the other holds onto your face, cupping you cheeks and squishing them together to make your face all pouty and adorable; you're just drooling and your eyes keep rolling back but Oh you better pay attention to him otherwise he's slowing down until you're begging for him to go faster and harder.

His thrusts suddenly become so weak and lazy and it's just not enough but he doesn't care, doesn't care that it practically hurts him too, he just wants to see you try and beg him to move with that fucked out lil brain of yours.

"Ah- Ah- Ah~! Harder, Toru! Puh-leaseee, faster, daddy!" As he giggles and mimics your voice (very horribly).

"Oh it's too big? But you're taking it so well, love, look at you! Shiiit~ I'm all the way in your tummy, see? Yeahhh well maybe you can't with all those tears but I definitely can."

"Hey, eyes on me, sweets– thereee we go~ Lemme see your pretty face, yeah?"

"What was that? Oh you're gonna cum? Again? That's a bit rude, baby, don't you think? You're being really greedy tonight. But it's okay, you can cum~ I'm feeling generous tonigt."

Satoru is the type of guy to pull on your hair when he's fucking you from behind, just to bring you closer to himself and make your back arch almost uncomfortably, just to whisper dirty ass shits in your ears that he knows would get you off.

He's got you on all fours and his free hand is on your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh as he pounds into you, sometimes giving it a little smack, groaning and moaning deeply against your neck and sometimes whimpering if you give a roll of your own hips as well. He's not shy and doesn't see why some guys hold back their moans... you seem to like it a lot, so he definitely won't stay quiet.

"Fuuuck baby~ you're so tight and so fucking warm– mmm! I'm gonna break you... uh-huh, you're gonna stay here in bed for at least a week, sweets. And I'm gonna take good care of you, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Staying here, full of my cum as we just cuddle and hide away from the world... I'll give you load after load, baby, as many as you want~"

"Taking my cock so fucking well, like a good little slut– no no no, don't you dare run away, sweets~ fuckkk... I can feel you squeezin' me, baby. You like when I call you that? Like when I treat you like the lil slut you are?"

"Oh fuck– please, give it to me sweets, please! Wanna feel you, baby, wanna feel you tightening up– shiiit.. just like that! I'm gonna fill you up so good~ just a little more, 'k? You can take it... yeah you can, good job~"

Satoru is the type of guy that's mean during sex but Oh so sweet afterwards. Man does not care how many rounds you've all been through or how tired he is... he's giving you a nice warm bath and a massage because he just can't have his sweet partner be in pain, can he?

He talks all that shit about making you unable to walk but god he thinks he'd die if he had to stay in bed with you for a whole day! He loves you, don't get me wrong. He loves spending time with you and just being with you merely in your presence but he's an active person to say the least and he can't just sit still for more than 10 minutes!

So you best believe he's giving you the best aftercare as soon as you guys are done. A glass of water to sooth your throat, soft towels to clean you up with, a nice warm bath along with a massage to make sure you won't be sore by the next few hours and finally he takes you to bed and cuddles you, kissing you all over your face and mumbling little "I love you"s again and again and again.

"You were so good for me today... such an angel. God, I'm so lucky to have you."

"I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much. You're the best thing that happened to me. I love you... did I mention that I love you??"

"If you ever leave me I'm gonna cry myself to death and then haunt you in your dreams and possibly fuck you there if you let me. Sorry, was that too descriptive? I just love you so much, sweets. You can't blame a guy for loving his amazing wonderful perfect sexy partner, can you?"

♡

First post and it's a thirst daaaamn. I'm not making a good first impression y'all I'm sorry 😞☝️

[sahisan]

nsfw. fem reader. cuddly chuuya for life <3 not proofread. might write an sfw ver now that im thinking about it.

chuuya who holds you as close as possible during sex.

chuuya loves cuddling during sex more than anything. it always starts with his hands all over you—holding you, hugging you, groping you; legs wrapped around your own or your middle, arms holding you close; lips either on yours, tongue slowly moving inside your mouth or littering your neck, shoulders and literally everywhere he can reach with kisses and lovebites.

and it doesn't even matter where—in bed, on the couch while watching another episode of a show, on the kitchen counter which he sat you up on while making breakfast on a day off (chuuya has self-control, a lot of it, actually, but it's needless to say the omelette was burnt), in his office at home (literally adores it when you cockwarm him while he deals with all these papers—can actually sit there for hours), hell, even in the shower where he always volunteers to hold you up while you wrap your legs around his waist.

chuuya doesn't like losing hold of you ever when you two make love, even if it's faint hand holding while he thrusts in and out of you, or holding your thighs apart while he eats you out or just simply pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

and oh, every time is so, so good.

like now, when he's fucking you from behind, arms wrapped around you like you're his lifebuoy, a hand on your breast and another on your lower abdomen, two fingers circling your clit. and it's a combo, even, of almost everything mentioned above—his face is nuzzled tight into the part between your neck and shoulder, breathing heavy with pants and grunts and whimpers leaving his mouth. he's so, so close, in every sense of the word—there's no space between you at all, not a single millimeter, and he's so close to coming he has to basically hold it in.

but chuuya just has to always make it even better.

it's when he hoists your upper body up from the bed and presses your back to his chest from this position as well that he starts reaching that particular spot inside you and oh, he moans in tandem with you when your moans get louder and you squeeze him tight enough to make him come on the spot. his fingers stutter slightly because of that but don't lose their rhythm on your clit and it's when he starts feeling like he's going to black out from how close he is that he starts mumbling "c'mon, baby, f—fuck, s' close— love you, love you, ah—" frantically while panting into the crook of your neck and fuck, is it the best orgasm he's had in years.

chuuya holds you with literally all his limbs for what feels like eternity after you both come. his hand is off your breast but instead both are now wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed to your back and he's pretty sure both of you are sweaty as hell but he just does not give a single shit. there might be stars in front of his eyes as he closes them, inhaling your scent and exhaling with thr sound of his loud heartbeat drumming in his ears. he doesn't dare pull out just yet—let him have it for a few moments—minutes—longer, please.

chuuya who falls asleep with his limbs intertwined with yours later on after—and every night—breathing evenly into the back of your neck, not daring to let go of your hand.

[clovdgyu]

#stalker!sylus x idol!m!reader            #psychological (maybe?), smut

#well, here you are folks! hope y'all like it. it's kind of...noncon?? idk so read at your own risk. like sylus jerks off on reader's face while he's asleep

#NONCON (?), stalker x idol, blackmail, cum on face, mentions of stalking

loud cheers erupted from the crowd as you all finished your performance with your signature poses. some shouted your name, some shouted another member's name, it was exciting! you loved hearing your fans' enthusiasm.

you are part of a group called moonlight, along with your members; xavier, rafayel, zayne and caleb. among the four of them, you were particularly shipped with zayne because of your dynamics.

"did you all have fun tonight?" you, the leader of your group, asked your fans through the mic, swating and still heaving. the crowd went wild as they answered with 'encore' or 'don't go yet'!

a chuckle escaped from zayne's lips as he stood beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. the fanservice made them cheer louder as they watched you smile up at him. but a certain fan was obviously not happy about it.

"as much as we'd want to stay, we still have a lot to go to," zayne stated through his mic before he was offered a water bottle by caleb. "but we will be be back for sure," he added, earning praises from the crowd, not noticing the glare that was sent his way.

"yeah, we will be! linkon city is fun!" rafayel shouted as he pumped a fist in the air, caleb doing the same before you all were instructed to walk off the stage.

backstage, you and zayne talked about your schedule tomorrow while the other three were discussing on what to eat for dinner. the all of a sudden, you were interrupted by a staff. "mr. m/n? may i talk to you or a second?"

you looked at him then back at zayne who nodded as he moved back to create some distance. "oh, uh. sure. is there something going on?" you asked the man curiosly who shook his head and smiled down at you.

"it's fine, really. i just wanted to ask for your autograph. my little bro is a big fan of yours," he stated as he gave the pen and the magazine (where you were the cover) to you. a giggle left your lips as you nodded and got the pen.

you smiled. "what's your brother's name?" you asked him, yet the man was busy glaring at somebody that he failed to hear your voice. you looked up, just in time for him to lookd won at you.

"sorry, what is it?" he asked you.

"it's fine. i just asked what your brother's name is," you repeated, smiling up at him like an angel.

he smirked a little before gulping. "sylus. my--his name is sylus," he stated as he watched you write down the name.

'thank you for supporting us, sylus!' it wrote. in cursive letters.

after, you gave it back to him. he offered you a hand for you to shake which you did. but it felt off, somehow. his grip got a bit tighter to your liking before he pulled his hand away and uttered a 'see you' then left.

"what's going on?" zayne asked you as he approached you. you looked up at him then smiled, trying to shake that feeling of uneasiness in your body.

you hummed. "he just wanted an autograph for his little bro. no biggie," you answered. "c'mon, let's hurry. those three are big eaters, y'know? what if they've already devoured the whole buffet."

"they wouldn't" zayne answered with a chuckle.

he waited a few minutes before finally walking out of the closet and walked towards your figure. as soon as he did, the smirk that was present in the man's lips grew wider as he hurriedly unzipped his pants. he needed to paint that pretty face with his cum. "your hands were so soft. wish he could call out my name. sylus."

after your dinner, you immediately went back to your room to get a shut-eye, flopping your body down on the bed without even bothering to change out of your clothes. you were already so tired and done for the day.

you were immediately out cold and fell asleep, unaware of the stranger hiding inside your closet. he was staring at your asleep body with menace and malice, wanting nothing more than to touch you right then and there. 

sylus slowly went on the bed, making sure not to wake you up. a small jerk and whimper from you amde him halt as he looked at you. you looked so cute and adorable like this, all vulnerable and unprotected. 

"you're gonna look so beautiful when i'm done with you," he muttered to himself as he got on top of your chest, placing you in between his legs. he fished out his erect, leaking cock from its restraints and leaned nearer towards your face.

the man began to jerk off, using his pre-cum to act lubricate his cock. "fuck, you tell me you wanted to meet me again but you go and hug some other guy while i'm not near you, huh? such a slut," he grunted through gritted teeth, imagining his hand was your mouth.

maybe the words you told him the last fanmeet sylus attended had got to him, taking it quite seriously as the years went by. if you wanted to see him, then maybe you should've asked for his number but you didn't. why didn't you? he's been waiitng in his house all-day long.

watching videos of your lives and contents, wanting to hear even just a small peep from you about wanting too see your certain fan but you never mentioned him! how could you? now this triggered something inside sylus. you'd see him again. and now you did, you just weren't awake.

wait, if you suddenly woke up, what would your reaction be? now the thought turned him on even more, wanting to see you all shocked and scared, not knowing what was going on. a groan left his lips as he tried to image it even more.

his big cock shadowing your face from the light, all up on your face as sylus jerked himself off. what would you do if you did wake up and see this whole commotion? 

call for the cops? your phone was far away from you. call for help? the room was soundproof. escape? he could easily drag you down and cage you. you had nowhere to run, you were trapped in sylus' cage.

sylus jerked his cock more as more pre leaked from the tip of his cock. a manic smile appeared from the white-haired male's lips as he pushed his cock towards your cheek, smearing his pre-cum all over it. "this face...your eyes, it should've only ben looking at me!" sylus stated through gritted teeth.

"why can't you stay loyal to me? fuckin' slut, you're realy gonna get it for whoring yourself out there on that stage," he added as sweat trickled down his forehead. he wanted to touch you anywhere else but he didn't want to defile you. maybe later, but not now.

he wanted to punish you for being a bad boy but he knew better than to get his anger take the best of him. "one day, you'll only be looking at me and no one else. you're gonna be kissing my lips again and again, asking for more. shit, i'm about to cum."

sylus' jerked himself off faster as he felt that familiar coil in his stomach. oh, the time he's been waiting for has finally arrived. "i'm gonna fucking cum," he announced yet again as he let out a strangled and silent moan, hunching forward to better angle his cock on your face.

as he reached his climax, he let out a pleasure groan as he spluttered his cum all over your face. the man's eyes fluttered close as he finished on your face until it was even on his face.

after he came down from his high, he let out a grunt before putting his back in his briefs, adjusting his clothes before moving away from you slowly. and for good measure, he took a picture of your cum-covered face and set it as his home-screen background.

the next day, you woke up feeling fresh and awake. it never felt better, you thought as you sat up from your bed. a little while later, someone knocked on your door. "m/n? it's zayne, we're supposed to go get breakfast in an hour."

he wasn't cruel enough to not clean you up, of course. so once he was done, he adjusted your blanket before walking out of your room, locking the door on the inside before closing it with a small 'good night'.

you hummed in acknowledgement, "be there in a jiffy! see you at the lobby," you shouted as you made your way towards the bathrom to take a piss while humming to your group's debut song. after you were done, you finally took a bath.

then you walked out of your shower and wore your bathrobe, moving toward your closet to change into somethign appropriate. as you opened the closet, you noticed soemthing was weird but decided to not dwell too much into it since.

finally changed, you got the key card from your room and exited...wait, your key card. then you realized that the moment you entered your room, it was already unlocked. you never really thought too much of it last night because you were too tired.

did someone steal your key card? wait, what was--

then your phone suddenly chimed, meaning that you received a notification. you took your phone out from your coat's pocket and opene your lock screen. you saw that it was...  from an unknown number. you wanted to ignore it, but curiosity got the best of you.

as you did, all the blood from you body was drained out of you as you looked at what the unknown number sent. you were shocked, practically glued from where you were stood. a small gasp escaped your lips as tears trickled down your eyes.

unknown

the picture tht was attached to it. it was you! your face all covered in semen. if this got out, what would your fans think?

- Attachment

- Come see me tonight baby. or youll find yourself in a sea of problems. 6pm by the lobby. ill be waiting ;)

[peachsukii]

— a (familiar) taste of poison

a villain with a toxicity quirk infects dynamight during a fight, but it's not a typical poison. it's follows fairytale logic and requires him to kiss someone before he keels over within the next 15 minutes. the catch? it makes him desire someone he absolutely despises — you.

✩ content. 18+ suggestive! mdni. pro-hero!bakugo x anti-hero fem!reader. prompt: "true hate's kiss." grumpy bakugo & sassy reader. hate disguised as infatuation. mutual pining but neither of you will admit it.

『 light it up like dynamight! event 』

Bakugo absolutely loathes being wrong. If he would've stopped being stubborn for more than two seconds, this all could've been avoided. He wouldn't currently be hunched over in an alley way, fighting for his life from the poison flowing through his veins. But no, his stupid pride is on the line.

"Dynamight, c'mon," you sigh, arms crossed over your chest. "You look like death. Turn off the stoic act for once in your life and let me help you."

He growls while trying to catch his breath, a large hand splayed on the brick wall to keep himself upright. Bakugo clutches his ribs, the previous ache evolving into a sudden unbearable stabbing sensation. "I don't...need your fuckin' help. This...is your fault."

"My fault?!" You snap, irritation flaring in your eyes. "I saved your ass!"

Technically, you're right, but like hell is he going to give you the credit for it. A vigilante saving a pro-hero, especially Dynamight? Not a fucking chance. It's bad enough you know exactly what this quirk is doing to his body, he's not going to give you any more ammo against him. Bakugo groans low in his throat, screwing his eyes shut. "Goddammit, shut up! You're makin' things worse!"

The pain starts to dissolve, but it's turning into something much worse — desire. He needs you to leave, to storm off like you always do in the bitchy strut that makes your hips sway in a perfect rhythm. Needs you to get the fuck away from him before that pout you're sporting becomes too irresistible. He has to force himself to drown out the intrusive thoughts, but they won't stay underwater in his mind, each one forcefully breaching the surface.

"Seriously," Bakugo warns. "Get the fuck outta here before I do something stupid."

Your eyes narrow in his direction, hands moving to your hips in defiance. "Oh, like you'd have the balls to actually make a move. Clearly, you'd rather choke on your own fucking spit than kiss me to save yourself."

That does it, the tether holding himself together fraying and tearing in two. Bakugo's on you in an instant, his movements so swift that you have no opportunity to react in time to stop him. His hands grab at your waist, shoving you into the brick wall and caging your body with his own. He stares at you, biting his bottom lip between his teeth until it's flushed a deep shade of pink.

"I fucking hate you."

Bakugo slams his lips onto yours, your squeak of surprise muffled by the intensity of the kiss. His tongue bullies it's way between your lips in a furious demand for you to give into him, and much to his disbelief, you do with no resistance. Your hands grip at the front of his costume, fisting the material to keep him close. It only encourages Bakugo's hands to wander from your waist and roughly dig his fingers into the plush of your ass, greedily using it as an anchor to hold you against him. His mind is quieting, everything fading away and the only thing at the forefront of it being how you taste, how perfect your body feels in his hands. It's dizzying, almost electric.

He breaks the kiss with a pant, sweat visibly gathering at his hairline and pupils somewhat normal sized once more, the toxin successfully snuffed out. Bakugo huffs, ripping his hands off of your body and buries them in his pockets. He swivels on his heels without another word, trudging to the exit of the alley until he's around the corner and out of sight.

You're left standing there, breathless with a shit-eating grin on your face. You run your thumb over the leftover spit on the corner of your mouth, a laugh rumbling in your chest. "...you're welcome, jackass."

[btdemaru]

Obey Me Brothers eating you out

(hc's/drabble?)

Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!

Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).

Lucifer

His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)

He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face

Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated

Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction

If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)

"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.

Mammon

I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge

Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you

Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again

His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars

Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)

Spanks you lightly for fun

"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.

Leviathan

I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell

He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands

If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue

Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name

Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad

"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"

Satan

Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you

But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell

Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough

Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access

If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated

"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."

Asmodeus

I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)

Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit

Will do this for hours until he's satisfied

Uses multiple toys on you

"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"

Beelzebub

Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh

His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy

The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all

He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry

"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.

Belphegor

This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water

Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you

He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out

Lazy smexy time? Hell yea

"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.

[justwinginglife]

Friends With Benefits ft Soshiro Hoshina

Soshiro just fucked your brains out and had the gall to ask you to bake him cookies afterwards.

You pant against the pillowcase, hands still gripping the sheets tight. "Excuse me??"

He smirks. "You heard me. Cookies. I want 'em."

You roll your eyes, wiping sweat off your brow and turning to look at him. "You're ridiculous, you know that Shiro?"

He grins. "What are friends for?"

You roll your eyes again at that word. Friends. What a strange word to use for whatever this was. You and Soshiro had been close ever since you joined the defense force together, always pushing each other to train harder and bantering with each other to no end. Then one night after everyone had gone to bed, you found yourself alone with your hand and he'd walked in on you to your shock and embarrassment. But he just smirked and offered to help and ever since then you've had this little arrangement for whenever one of you needed to blow off steam. It was convenient at first, but then you'd be minding your own business brushing your teeth or eating dinner- something unassuming- and you'd find yourself thinking about the way his neck looked when he swallowed or the way his back looked after you'd dug your nails into it. Then it wasn't even about the sexy things anymore, it was the way he absentmindedly started playing with your hair when he was bored or the way he chewed when he was eating your cookies. Right. He wanted you to make him cookies. You shake your head to snap yourself out of it.

You pull yourself out of his bed, groaning at the effort, and then throw on one of his oversized t-shirts. "If I burn myself, I expect you to kiss it better." You tell him, starting to preheat the oven.

He laughs. "If you burn yourself, I'll be shocked. You've made me so many batches of cookies before, you should be able to do it in your sleep."

You start pulling ingredients out of the fridge and say to him, "I bet one of these days you'll actually ask me to do it in my sleep too. You're shameless, you know that?"

He grins cheekily. "You just can't say no to me, I've got to take advantage of it where I can."

You roll your eyes again but start mixing up the cookie batter because, as he said, you just can't say no to him. He'd been your closest friend for so long, and to your surprise, he'd started to become something else to you too. But you couldn't let him find out about that. He'd never let you hear the end of it.

You place the bits of balled up dough onto a baking sheet and pop it into the oven, setting the timer.

"You're cooking dinner since I just did dessert. You know that's the deal." You poke him in the arm. He feigns being offended but he gets started cooking. You watch as he pulls on that familiar apron he always wears when he cooks you dinner. After you accidentally discovered he was a great cook by stealing a bite of his bento box at lunch one day, you'd forced him to cook for you frequently after that and he claimed that he wanted your baking as compensation.

It was hard to imagine life without him at this point. You sigh, earning a concerned look from him. He set his knife down on the cutting board. "What is it? C'mon, you don't make that face for nothing." He tucks a finger gently under your chin and props it up so you're meeting his gaze.

"I'm just hungry and you're slow." You lie.

He laughs slightly but he shakes his head at you in a knowing way. "You may be hungry, but I know that's not what you're really thinking about. I'm here when you wanna talk, okay?" He continues to cook, letting you have some space to think. He's too damn considerate for his own good. If he keeps this up, you could really be in love with him.

You fidget with your fingers. The kitchen starts to fill with wonderful smells and you inhale, letting the scent of his familiar cooking warm you. You close your eyes and try to relax as you listen to him hum to himself while he starts to fry things on the stove. You sense that he is looking over at you every couple minutes just to make sure you're doing okay and it drives you crazy. So damn considerate, you think to yourself again, frustrated.

Finally you sigh, exasperated and you open your eyes, about to say something when he presents you with a plate of food. Your eyes gleam and you happily accept. He watches you carefully as you eat and you try not to think too much about how his beautiful eyes are focused so intently on you.

"So-" He starts, but the oven timer beeps. You shoot up out of your chair and go to take the cookies out of the oven, thankful for the distraction. He looks like he wants to say something but the smell of cookies distracts him, and he starts crowding around you to get a view of the sweets.

"Hot. Okay?" You warn him, knowing that if you weren't there, he would've burned himself shoveling these things into his mouth.

He nods quickly, but you can tell he's impatient for the cookies. You laugh and poke the tip of his nose. He grins. "What was that for?"

"You're just like a little puppy. Wagging your tail, waiting for treats." You tease and he rolls his eyes at you, playfully yanking you towards him and ruffling your hair.

He realizes he has time to ask his question since he has to wait for the cookies to cool down, so he loosens his grip on you, it's just enough so he can face you properly but not enough that he can't feel your warmth on his skin. "So what's going on?" He asks finally.

You sigh. "Can't we just wait for the cookies in peace?"

He shakes his head no. He's let you have your time to think but now he wants to help.

You sigh again. Might as well get it over with. "What are we?" You ask, cautiously.

He blinks. "What do you mean?"

You rest your forehead in your palm, wondering how you're going to explain this to him.

"Like what am I to you?" You say again, unprepared for the sweat that's started to trickle down the back of your neck and the heat that's started to rise in your cheeks. The words that you've spilled into the air seem to want to crawl back down your throat and hide for dear life in your stomach.

He blinks again. "You're my best friend?"

Great. So now he's just bestfriend-zoned you. And since when were you best friends anyway?? This relationship of yours is escalating both too quickly and not quickly enough. You groan. You're in love with the sweetest, sexiest, smartest man alive and yet somehow he's an idiot when it comes to stuff like this. You're going to have to put it bluntly. Very bluntly.

"Soshiro. We fuck. I bake you cookies. We fuck. You text me all the time saying you miss me. We fuck. We share secrets and jokes with each other. We fuck, again. What in the hell are we? Lovers, idiots? Serious, unserious? Give it to me straight." Your words tumble out like they're falling down stairs, once they gain momentum you can't stop until you've hit the bottom. You don't realize just how desperately you need his answer until the chaotic mess that is your feelings crashes through your lips and lands at his feet.

Please answer me. Don't answer, don't tell me what you think. Ignore what I just said. Tell me what you're thinking. Don't tell me. I need to know. I don't want to know.

Your thoughts bound back and forth in your head like a tennis ball constantly changing sides on the court.

The silence in the air is so loud that it almost splits your skull. Your ears feel like they're bleeding from the lack of a response. You're spiraling. This is it. This is how we end.

He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him again. Your heart stops. You see his eyes. They're warm and light and they make you feel like everything is going to be okay. He finally smiles at you. Yeah. Everything's okay now.

You exhale softly, not even realizing you'd been holding your breath.

He cups your face in his hands and rubs your cheeks softly with his thumbs.

"Well how about we start with what you want to be? Can we start there?" He asks gently, as though you've got all the time in the world to answer.

You nod slowly. "I-I want to be more."

He smiles. "Okay. I can do that. How much more?"

You flush red.

"I see I'm going to have to take the lead on this one." He chuckles. "Okay, will you settle for being my girlfriend for now? Let's see where this thing goes, and see if we want to do more than just date, yeah?"

You nod again.

He kisses your cheek and it's not the rough, hungry, demanding kiss that you're used to. It's sweet and soft and you think you could do with a few more of these kisses. You tap your other cheek and he laughs but he leans in to kiss the other one too.

"Now, can I please have my cookies?" He teases.

You roll your eyes. "Most insufferable boyfriend ever." You shove a cookie in his mouth.

"But a happy boyfriend, nonetheless." He winks at you.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

[nisuna]

I don't know which horny spirit posessed me yesterday to think of this, but here we are, hope you enjoy!! 🫠😈😈

TW: m x f x m; male on male action, blowjob, boobjob, cum eating, spit kink, a bit of snowballing, nipple play, male and female orgasm, oral fixation, finger sucking, threesome; sweetheart, making out

boyfriend!Geto x f!reader x bestfriend!Gojo

<3masterlist<3

-------------------strictly 18+ MDNI--------------------

When your boyfriend Suguru suggested to have a threesome with his bestfriend you weren't surprised by starting off with a good old blowjob. What you were surprised by however, is that your boyfriend wanted to join in on the fun.

"Give him a boob job while I suck him off."

You blinked up at him dumbfounded.

"Go on, use those tits.", he nudged you and smiled expectedly.

You didn't question him any further, pulling your top over your head, making your tits spill out oh so deliciously.

You could hear Satoru gulp at the sight of you and Suguru bare and on your knees in front of him. You had to hold back a chuckle at his flushed cheeks and tips of his ears. His leg was anxiously bobbing up and down in anticipation while his hands grabbed fistfulls of the bedsheets.

"Do what you do best sweetheart, you know how I like it, I bet he'll love it too.", Suguru grinned at you first and shifted his gaze to Satoru.

You immediately gathered a glob of saliva and let it drip down between your breasts.

Suguru smiled at you proudly. He squeezed your breasts together, adding some of his own spit as he smeared it all over your chest, pinching your hardening nipples in between gropes. Just like that you let the first few moans of the night slip past your lips before scooting closer to Satoru's cock and starting to rub yourself against him.

You saw his head tip back with a deep groan from the feeling of being engulfed between the soft flesh of your tits. You felt proud of the effect you had on him and started moving.

Suguru was lost in thought, looking at the way your back was arching and watching as your tiny panties were digging into the fat of your hips and ass.

A whine of his name pulled him out of his trance, finally looking back into your eyes.

"C'mon~~", you whined, tits rubbing up and down Satoru's cock, "I thought we were gonna do this together." you pouted.

Suguru cracked a smile before leaning down, tongue running over satorus sensitive tip. A few cracked "fucks" left Satoru's mouth at the feeling of your slick tits in combination with Suguru's hot mouth.

As you watched him suck on the tip that was protruding from between your tits, your mouth felt empty and your pussy clenched around nothing. You began rubbing your thighs together and Suguru's eyes shifted back to you.

He could physically feel your discomfort and knew what was wrong, so he came up with something to soothe your suffering.

He pulled away with a pop and stuffed his fingers in your mouth. A muffled moan was all you could muster as you instinctively started sucking on them.

"There, all better now, hm?"

You nodded your head, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth as your eyes rolled back. After a few sucks and tiny bites you went back to squeezing your tits around Satoru's throbbing cock.

Satoru was beyong shaking at this point, mouth agape and panting for dear life. Suguru's voice brought him back. The white haired male's eyes snapped down to the sight between his legs. Your eyes were glossed over and you looked so dishevelled already.

"Let her suck on your fingers. I can't get you off properly with my hand in the way."

It took Satoru a few seconds to register his best friend's words. When he gave him a nod, Suguru pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of contact, keeping your mouth open, ready to take Satoru's thick fingers instead.

He was hesitant at first, only running his fingers over your soft wet tongue.

"C'mon just stuff them in there, trust me she can take it."

Without warning he finally shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you hum contently.

"Oh, and just so you know, she likes to bite sometimes when she gets too excited. So watch out.", Suguru grinned, going back to lapping at Satoru's leaking cock.

It didn't take long after that for Satoru to whine that he's about to cum.

"Good boy, cum for us. Ah ah not in my mouth, you better cum on her face and tits."

You whined when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and began pumping his cock instead. You waited patiently, eyes closes and tits on display to be painted. When his cum hit your skin it was hot and thick. You tried your best to stay still but your cunt was beyond throbbing at this point.

"You look so pretty for us, sweetheart, good job. C'mon let me help you with the mess he made.", your boyfriend praised.

You let out a few mewls as he began licking you clean. He paid special attention to your nipples and kissing along your face. After he had gathered enough cum in his mouth he pulled you into a kiss, basically shoving the cum down your throat with his tongue. The cum was thick and bitter but the situation you were in made you eagerly swallow every drop.

Your nipples and breasts felt oversensitive from the constant attention of being rubbed, nipples pinched and bitten sore.

As he was deepening the kiss, his hand pulled yours on top of his crotch signaling you to jerk him off. You didn't protest, way to drunk off of his lips and Satoru's cum on your tongue. While you were jerking him off he finally paid attention to your throbbing clit, running his slender yet thick fingers over the wet spot that has formed on your panties.

You felt high at this point, grinding down on his hand while pushing your soft chest into his hard one. When you felt yourself get close you put your chin on his shoulder, panting out loud while digging the nails of your free hand into the lean flesh of his toned back.

"Don't stop moving that hand even when you cum alright, sweetheart?"

You just gave him a nod, sobbing when your orgasm washed over you. You felt so sensitive and whiney, letting out the lewdest sounds they have heard to date.

All Satoru could do was watch as you two got eachother off, his dick hardening in his palm again.

When your body began to shake from the overstimulation Suguru gently pushed you onto the bed and came all over your soft tummy and swollen breasts.

You were a drooling, dripping mess trying to catch your breath as best as you could, reaching out to Suguru for some comfort. He gave you the comfort you were craving in the form of a soft palm running soothingly through your hair.

Satoru was speechless, taking in the scene in front of him. Did that really just happen? He snapped back when he heard Suguru's voice.

"Come on now Satoru, your turn to lick her clean.", Suguru edged his friend on. Satoru didn't hesitate, immediately lowering his face to your exposed skin. His tongue was running over your tummy so gently you began to squirm away, only to be pushed back down by two strong arms. He was taking his sweet time with you, his kitten licks tickling you and making your toes curl.

"Oh and don't swallow yet", Suguru warned. "I want her to taste me as well."

As he was gathering the cum in his mouth he left some hickeys along his path, them already blooming purple all over your chest. Once he was mostly done, he kissed up your body, leaning in to catch your lips in a kiss only to be stopped by Suguru's stern voice.

"No. Spit in her mouth.", he smirked and looked down. "Now, open up. Yeaahh good girl swallow it all."

You didn't hesitate obediently opening your mouth, tongue lolling out as Satoru spit the cum into your awaiting mouth. You looked like you just got fucked stupid, but they haven't even been inside of you yet. This was going to be a long night.

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Don't mind me I'm just chilling in my horny puddle AHHAHAHAHA as I said smth posessed me and I was in the mood for a threesome involving a boob job and the guy sucking the other one off soo loool and be honest, who'd be a better match than SatoSugu themselves ha ha

But anyway let me know your thoughts MWAH

[nemisuki]

Silence

Secret Dating AU | When the two quiet classmates begin dating - chaos ensues. A small snippet of class 3A being dorks and finding out the truth of the hidden couple among them. 

᧔o᧓ || shoto todoroki x f!reader, no manga spoilers, fluff, monotoned reader, aged up to third years, silly moments, class 3A included, third person pov, dense todoroki, reader is basically a female shoto lol, oneshot, 1.0k word count 

Not many words were spoken between the both of you.

Your own classmates always wondered - when did the two quiet students of the class start dating?

The look of shock on everyone's faces when they first found out was almost laughable.

No one could've expected this outcome. Y/N and Todoroki weren't talkers whatsoever.

The duo was a pair of listeners in a room full of talkers. Often blending in the background of their extroverted peers.

If anything they seemed like the gender bent versions of each other, quiet individuals with occasional comments here and there.

The news of their relationship rapidly spread around the classroom on a random Tuesday.

It all started during their usual hero training class.

Todoroki wasn't a student who was often distracted during practice.

So it was understandable when everyone was visibly concerned - seeing their usually calm classmate, on the ground panting and clearly thinking about something.

Those who were around, immediately stopped whatever they were doing and rushed over to see what's wrong.

"Todoroki you okay?" Deku yells out, swiftly running over with a worried gaze. Not used to seeing his friend in such a state.

"We should help him sit on the sidelines, c'mon let's help our classmate everyone!" Iida interjects, fully embracing the role of class rep.

Waving his stiff hands around like he's guiding a celebrity down the path, which in reality is a bit amusing.

If it's one thing that's true about Class 3A - it's that they're a family.

After everything that's happened in the years they've been together, they understand each other like no one else.

With the help of everyone, they plop Todoroki down to rest against the wall.

All looking at him with worried gazes but with a collective question in mind.

He seems to already know what they're thinking and simply hums, "Thank you all for your help but I'm fine. Just overused my quirk is all."

With a thankful nod he grabs a water bottle - sipping away it's cold contents.

Though brushing off the question, his distant gaze says otherwise, something clearly on his mind.

Yet everyone was hesitant to ask, not wanting to overstep in case they were treading on a sensitive topic.

All but one person.

Seeing a small group of their classmates on the sidelines - she approaches silently.

Her gaze observing and focusing in on the boy, the gears in her mind turning until it clicks.

Without anyone noticing, she disappears from the crowd for a moment.

Returning only a few minutes later with something in her hands and walking over to him, who's now standing up and conversing with the others.

She stands by his side quietly, waiting for him to notice her presence in the array of students.

It doesn't take long for him to look in her direction - as if he knew she'll be at his side.

His multicolored eyes meet hers and without speaking she holds up a small container of strawberries, courtesy of her packed snacks she always prepped the night before, and just barely tilting her head towards him.

In an instant he understands.

For anyone that was playing close attention, they would've noticed his softened stare directed at her.

He takes the container of fruit with a small "thank you" and begins eating the meal provided for him.

Their classmates watch in shock at the silent exchange between the two. It was almost as if they talked with just their eyes alone, like their brains were in sync.

"Hey Y/N why'd you bring Todoroki some strawberries? To make him feel better?" Kirishima smiles, looking at the duo with curiosity.

"Shoto was hungry. That's why he was extra tired today, not because he was sad" she mumbles, looking around the group calmly.

"Oh- is that true Todoroki?" Deku asks, a bit taken back at this sudden revelation.

The entire class looks at the boy's direction, who seems to be unfazed, carefully munching on his strawberries as he speaks, "Yes. I didn't have time to eat a proper breakfast."

At his confirmation, everyone seemed to relax, laughter heard all around.

Seems they were worried for nothing - though one question still lingered in the air.

"Well that's a relief! But hey Y/N how'd ya know that Todoroki was hungry?" Kaminari mentions, stating the question that those around we're all thinking of.

"We both overslept at his dorm room" she casually replies, a neutral expression on her face.

Now that comment made chaos ensue, collective gasps heard across the room.

A teasing whistle from Kaminari echoed out loud, as Sero slings his arm around Todoroki with a sly grin, "Sheesh 'Roki I didn't take you for the kinda guy to sneak ladies into your dorm past curfew!"

"Todoroki you sly dog!" Kaminari cooes, shaking the stoic guy with pure amusement, giving him nudges of encouragement.

He finally looks up as he chews on the red fruit, unaffected by the growing uproar, "We were studying together and she fell asleep. So I let her stay over-"

"Uh huhhhhh funny story! You sure you guys didn't cuddle in bed~" Kaminari snickers, earning some giggles from the class.

Todoroki is quiet for a moment, seeming to be thinking but then speaks up with a nod, "I suppose that's a possibility. Though I was asleep so I wouldn't fully know."

"Wait wait wait! You guys slept in the same bed?!" Kirishima practically yells out in disbelief.

"Well we're dating so yes-" Todoroki says but is soon cut off by dramatic commotion all around him.

"Since when?!"

"What!"

"You and Y/N?!"

"Why didn't you tell us?!"

"Because you guys didn't ask" Y/N mumbles softly on his behalf, looking at her now-public boyfriend with a hidden message in her eyes.

Todoroki hums despite her not saying anything to him and offers the last strawberry, to which she takes it with an invisible smile only he can see.

It was as if Class 3A uncovered a secret that was evident right before their eyes.

On a random Tuesday. 

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a/n ||| wowww a todoroki fic?! gasp! kinda short compared to my other fics bc shoto is hard to write for with my lack of skills ໒꒰ྀི ౦   ̫ o꒱ྀིა was supposed to be a bkg fic but i think it suits roki better!

[starboye]

starring: chris sturniolo x male reader

request: plzzzzz chris x bratty!reader based off of him saying “i’ll be right back” on the recent stream cos reader wouldn’t stop sending nudes of himself in the next room <3

warnings: smut, ass eating, cursing, pet names, rough sex, teasing

you sat in chris' bed alone and bored after he told you he'd be streaming with his brothers and then left you alone in his warm bed that still smelled of him after you guys cuddled the whole day, you huffed as you grab your phone and pulled up the stream, watching chris talk made you wish he could instead be back in bed with you.

you watched for a little before seeing him go on his phone, sparking an idea in your head, you strip fully naked on chris' bed and go to your camera, taking a picyure of your naked body splayed across his blanket before sending it to him "missing you <3" you added in the message before going back to the stream.

you watch as chris open his phone and his eyes widen looking at the picture of you naked on his bed "not now baby please" chris quickly sends "but chrisss" you text back sending another picture of you with your back arched, showing off your ass from above with a pout on your face "you better wipe that fucking smirk off your face before i fuck it off myself" chris angerly types but still keeps a smooth face for the viewers.

"then cum do it" you cockily type and send, chris sees the text and takes it as a challenge, getting up and telling matt he'll be right back before walking to his room with a mean look on his face, he opens his door to find you with your ass up waiting for him "hi chris" you happily say as if you didn't play the man into coming here.

"don't fucking hi me" chris sternly says shutting his door and unbuttoning his pants to let his hard on fall out before leaning down to eat you out, plunging his tongue into your hole as he beard slightly scratches your ass, you moan into the bed to not let any sound escape and catch the ears of the viewers of the stream.

"ngh- fuck... chris" you whimper holding the bed sheets tightly "what's wrong baby i thought you wanted this so badly" chris smirks cockily resuming opening you up with his mouth, after a couple minutes he leans back up, his mouth messy from the session he just had down below.

"i want it so bad chris" you beg pulling your ass apart to show chris your open hole "coming right up baby" he says getting on the bed and slapping his length on your hole before pushing it in slowly, you let out a long high pitched moan as he does so making you clench around him.

"c'mon y/n stay nice and open for me m'kay" chris asks holding your hips steady to easily make it in fully, he gives you no time to adjust to his size and immediately starts slamming his hips into your ass, jolting your forward with every plap but pulling you back to keep taking him.

"yeah you love this dick so much right, was begging like a slut for it earlier" chris spits out gripping your hips with much force "mhm it feels so good chris" you whine reaching out to grab a pillow to hold onto tightly "fuckin' bitch" chris mutters smirking at your submissive state.

"want me to cum in you, since you basically begged me for it like a hungry slut" chris asks moving his hand to wrap around the back of your neck and lift you up to his chest, kissing you deeply "yes please i want it so bad" you say in between the kisses, that's all chris needed to hear before dropping you back onto the bed.

he pressed your face into his pillow to silence your moans as he slammed into you before he throws his head back and cums in you with a loud groan, he covers his mouth with his own hand to silence his sounds, he drops his head after cumming his big load into you.

letting go of your head to let you breath as he pulls out and puts back on his pants and shirt "c'mon you really don't wanna stay here with me" you ask draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing him sweetly "i would love to but im needed for the stream" chris smiles against your lips.

"pleaseee" you whine "how 'bout this, keep all that cum in you and ill come back after the stream and fuck the life outta you" chris says slapping your ass and grabbing it, kneading it with his hand slowly "fine, then i'll be waitng nice and wet for you" you say laying back on the bed "good boy" chris says before walking back to the room with his brothers.

taglist:@mailmango@spermeboy@ghostking4m@gayaristocrat@addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @itsares @gargoylesworld09

[xo-cod]

a/n: if it doesn't make sense my bad. i'm not rlly good at writing smut LOL but smut with simon :") pls ignore any mistakes, i know it's ooc 🫣 feel free to request with any of the 141 + konig :") <33

mdni!! 18+

cw: cockwarming, dry humping, p in v, eating out ☠

simon ghost riley ♡ who loves to wake you up by eating you out. he can't help himself when he sees your sweet face on the brink of waking up. he sneaks down the sheets, settling between your thighs. his cheeks are already pink, eyes blown with desire while he gingerly moves your panties to the side. he's too desperate to pull them all the way back.

his tongue licks a long strip, shivering in delight as he licks you again. and then he's sucking on your clit so eagerly like a man starved, his own hips grinding into the mattress as he groans into your wet cunt. his hands grab your thighs closer around his face while he continues to lick and suck you. your hand pushing his head deeper into your aching core is all he needs before he holds your legs higher.

his tongue worked you so deliciously bringing you closer, swirling around your bud. he pulls away for a few seconds, sucking the sensitive flesh so lightly and perfectly this time. the heat unravelling on your lower abdomen, the familiar waves of pleasure hitting you. your legs shake and tremble as the orgasm comes slamming down on you. resulting in your hips lifted off the bed and releasing all in his mouth. the mere force of it leaves you panting and breathing deeply while he lightly hums, lapping at your essence. making sure he got every last drop before finally he releases you from his mouth with a soft chuckle and peeks his head back up from the blanket

"g'morning my love"

simon ghost riley ♡ the only man that can have you between the line of pleasure of pain. when you're so overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks at yet another orgasm he's trying to coax your body into having when your nails are clawing into his back, muffled whines in his chest as he continues to angle his hips in deeper. he feignes sympathy, kissing your neck as he shushes your pretty sounds. it's not his fault you just feel so good around his aching cock, you wanna be his little plaything don't you?

so he brings you into a mating press, groaning as the new position allows him to thrust in a little more deeper. his hips are sloppy, his breaths coming out in short burst while he brings the two of you closer to edge of pleasure. you're not sure what you're feeling, everything is swimming in your head and yet he's never felt so good. he coos in amusement, kissing your lips as he holds your waist down while your legs are shaking around him

"c'mon lovie, doing so good for me. just one more for me, yeah? fuck-, such a good girl"

simon ghost riley ♡ who got jealous one night when you were both out having a nice dinner. he saw just how flirty the waiter was and even if you didn't reciprocate any energy back, he still felt the need to make you as his. so he took you by hand and to the nearest bathroom to pound his frustrations into your eager cunt.

he's not usually one to simply have his way with you whenever but tonight was different. every thrust, every spank, all of it hit so different especially when you know the reason why. your hands are clutching the sink as he holds your hips higher, practically growling in your neck when he can feel you tighten.

you're biting your tongue to stop any whimper come out when his every thrust feels like your eyes are going to roll back into your head everytime he hits that special spot within you. he doesn't grant you any mercy, pounding deeper everytime you move. and when you're squirming underneath him, he's already using his knee to separate your legs even more so he can penetrate you deeper

"c'mon let them hear how pretty you sound. let that waiter know exactly who you belong to"

simon ghost riley ♡ who came back from deployment a few days earlier than he thought, so incredibly desperate for you. it'd been too many days, he was going simply stir crazy without your touch. and he practically moaned when he saw you in the blankets, a soft look on your face as you hold him close.

he's so needy tonight, he doesn't even make it out of his boxers as he eagerly bucks into you. soft moans falling from his swollen lips, his hands clenched around you tightly while he's singing your praises.

he was just dry humping you, the only sounds were his soft whines as he came closer to his relief. you opened your legs a little more to help aid him and he could've fallen apart then and there, babbling at how good you feel when his breath hitched. he's close, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried into your neck as his hips continue to rock against yours desperately.

he whimpers when he slowly begins to stop his pants soiled with his release. his breathing is erratic as he mumbles out his apology, still holding your close.

and finally simon ghost riley ♡ who cockwarms you early in the morning, muffling his whines into your neck because you feel so tight and good around him. he resists the urge to eagerly buck his hips into you, not wanting to ruin the moment but you feel so good he can't hold it back.

he loves the closeness the both of you have, his arms encasing you between his warm body as he pushes slowly into you. he stretches you over his cock, mindful not to go too fast for you this early in the morning. you look like an angel under him, he can't help but press a few tender kisses to your face in pure adoration.

there's no rush, the morning is quiet and calm. the sun barely rising over the horizon. he's too sleepy to go any faster, his hips going at a leisurely pace in and out of your walls. he can feel your muscles clenching around him, indicating just how near your climax is. but he doesn't stop even when you've come, still moving his hips into you enjoying how you felt around him.

"t-that's it baby, easy easy-- fuck so good f'me-"

[gayvorestories]

Mike wiped his forehead as he set the last load from the daily delivery truck onto his dolly and waved at the driver, letting him know he was clear to back out. As the man backed down the bakery alley, he waved back to Mike, who was pushing an entire load of flour up a short ramp by the door alone. As he pushed the door open, he heard a familiar voice behind him and sighed deeply in frustration.

"Well, well, they really did get the right guy to move the heavy stuff."

"Not today, Alan."

"Oh, right, I forgot someone gets cranky when people compliment him."

"Not people, you." Mike rolled the dolly to the closet where they kept the dry ingredients and started unloading them, his thick arms bulging as he set the hefty flour bags onto the shelf.

He turned around and saw Alan standing in the doorway, looking him up and down like a cut of meat.

"You can't be back here Alan, what the fuck, get out!" he shouted.

"Oooh, feisty. You gonna slap me, daddy? Choke me a little, spit in my mouth?"

Mike grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the supply room as Alan laughed.

"What are you gonna do big boy, call the cops on me? I'm sure they'd looooove to hear what I have to say."

Mike stopped dead, still holding Alan by the collar.

"Yes officer, that's him! I saw him do it! He said he'd eat me too if I told, boo hoo!" Alan said in a mocking tone.

Mike released his collar and looked down at him, fuming but knowing he was powerless to do anything else.

"Now that's a good boy," Alan said as he straightened his shirt, "how about you follow me in here and keep being good?" He tugged Mike's shirt in the direction of the supply room, but he didn't budge.

"Alan please, I-"

"I own you," Alan said in a much more aggressive tone, "I caught you red handed eating that stupid slut from grindr and I got it on video." He stuck his finger in the middle of Mike's chest and smiled, "so how about you and be go back in that closet, you be a good boy, and give me what I came here for?"

Mike looked down, feeling defeated. "Everyone else is gonna be here in half an hour, can't we-"

"Then you better stop bitchin' and get on your knees." Alan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the supply closet, this time with Mike right behind him. The door closed behind them and Alan started to undo his pants. "What a good boy. Come on, on your knees," he said in the most degrading tone he could muster.

Mike stopped in the middle of the room and started at him. "Is this just how it is now?"

"You're mine now, handsome. This is what you do."

Mike looked at the floor for a moment. Fuck it, he thought to himself. He closed the gap between them in two steps and shoved Alan against the shelf. Hard.

Alan fell to the ground, the breath knocked out of him and his pants around his ankles. "Wh... what... the fuck?" he wheezed. He pulled up his pants as he stood, backing away from Mike and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Mike grabbed his hand firmly, squeezing the tendons in his wrist until he yelped in pain and dropped the phone. They both looked down at hit as Mike put his full weight on it with the heel of his boot, the screen letting out a crunching sound as it splintered and popped apart.

As Mike loosened his grip, Alan met his eyes and his blood ran cold. "M-Mikey, c'mon man. I won't bug you anymore, I swear."

"No, you will."

"No, no man I swear I won't ever come near you again, just lemme go."

"I don't believe you."

"Mikey please-"

"Don't call me Mikey. You lost that right a long time ago."

"Baby-"

"Shut up!" Mike yelled as he gripped Alan by the shoulders, "I can't fucking stand you anymore. I should've done this a long time ago!"

"No, no!" Alan said as Mike opened his mouth wide. Stuffing Alan's head into his throat, he gripped him like a vice as he squirmed, slowly engulfing his shoulders as his head slid deeper into his gullet.

Alan's screams were muffled by the Mike's throat, but no one was around to hear them even if they hadn't been. Mike swallowed him down quickly, his thin, small frame easily slide into Mike's tall, broad body. As his waist passed Mike's mouth, he felt warm breath on his cock before it slid across his tongue, and down Mike's hungry throat with the rest of him.

On the outside, Mike was surprised how easy he was going down. He had been a small guy, but he was slipping into his stomach far easier than any other guy he'd ever eaten. As Alan's thighs started to go down, he leaned up and let gravity slide him the rest of the way in. His mostly-flat belly was bowed out and squirming, growing larger as the rest of Alan tumbled into his stomach. Giving one last gulp, he felt his body expand as his meal finished settling in.

He picked the phone up off the floor and started out the door towards his car. His white work shirt was riding up his belly significantly, but he kept an extra large in his trunk in case of an unexpected meal. Despite being muffled, Mike's yelling could be heard from inside of him, so he hurried, his belly swaying as he jogged across the back alley.

Alan kicked violently as he slipped his shirt over his head and pulled out the large button-up that looked like his usual wear.

"Please! Please don't do this!" Alan pleaded, "you can't do this to me!"

Mike flexed his abs as he put on the shirt, squeezing Alan painfully as he cried out. Once the final button was done, he tossed the apron onto himself and slipped back in. Checking himself in the mirror, he was definitely rounder, but as long as he stayed out of the way, no one would notice.

"Mikey, please, let me out!"

Ah, right. That, he thought to himself. Time to start the electric mixer I guess.

The surface of his stomach shifted and squirmed as he looked over that days pickup orders, deciding which ones to pick out first. His stomach groaned and gurgled as he scooped out ingredients into the mixer, Alan's panicked form making bulges and movements under his clothes as he worked. Just as his coworkers were coming in, he flipped the switch and the loud mixer drowned out any sounds Alan was making.

As they entered, he kept his back to them, giving a friendly wave over his shoulder but otherwise pretending to work at the counter on the far wall. When they walked into the front to begin opening up, he quickly slipped into the walk-in and grabbed all the ingredients he needed to start working on the filling for the pastries, avoiding everyone's gaze while his stomach worked overtime trying to shut up his meal.

Pouring the various fruits and liquids into the pot to start making a fruit filling, he winced in pain as Alan started kicking against him frantically. Turning the heat down, he looked around the room and started for the employee bathroom when he nearly walked directly into his coworker Marshall.

"Oh, hey Mike, you get started on those orders?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got the first one going, just gotta step to the bathroom real quick, waiting on the water to boil."

"Cool, cool." Marshall walked away and Mike let out a sigh of relief that he'd completely missed the movement in his midsection.

Locking the door behind him, Mike hung up his apron and leaned on the wall, unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his fuzzy, bloated belly.

"God, you're almost more annoying like this," he said to Alan, who squirmed in response. "What's wrong, not having fun in there?" he taunted, "is my belly gross and uncomfortable?"

Alan's muffled voice was barely audible, "please, let me out, I won't say nothin' to anyone, please!"

Mike grinned and rubbed his belly, "I don't know, after months of this bullshit it's nice to have the upper hand for a little while. Besides," he said letting out a little moan, "it feels good."

Alan let out a sob and kicked as Mike rubbed the firm surface of his belly.

"Mmm, just like that. I can't wait to feel you sliding around in my guts tomorrow."

"You're a fucking monster!"

"I thought that's what you loved about me," Mike cooed as he rubbed his belly firmly, "that and my biceps. I bet I'm gonna get some good gains out of you, been a while since I've eaten a man."

Alan made no noise in response other than a muffled yell as he punched and kicked in vain.

"Mmm, keep doing that. Feels so good, almost makes me wish my stomach wasn't gonna pulverize you." Mike's stomach let out a low grumble and he chuckled, "almost."

He buttoned his shirt and threw his apron back on, washing his hands quickly and heading back out the door and to the kitchen where his pot was starting to boil. He went back to his job, the squirming in his stomach slowing down considerably as he worked. The time passed quickly as he rolled, shaped, baked, filled, and packaged the pastries for the afternoon pickup. Leaning back on the table, he wiped his forehead on the back of his wrist as Marshall walked by.

"Damn bud, big lunch?" he said as he walked by.

Mike's eyes widened and he scrambled for a reply. "Oh, yeah, I'm on a bulk right now," he chuckled nervously.

"Hey man, clearly whatever you do works," Marshall laughed back. He gave Mike's belly a pat as he walked past, "just keep off the customer orders and we're all good."

Mike laughed and started filling up the mixer again, feeling his heart slow down to a normal rate again. The pat disturbed Alan enough he started to shift around again and Mike gave his belly a gentle rub while he was alone. "Shh, just relax," he whispered, "no more fighting."

As if answering for Alan, his stomach let out a low grumble.

"There you go," he whispered as he gave his belly a pat.

He switched the mixer on and went back to work, the kicking and thrashing replaced by shifting, squeezing aches as his stomach worked on Alan's body. As he popped open a set of boxes to fill up, his evening coworker showed up and put on his apron.

"Woah, dude," Tyler said looking at his belly.

"Oh, uh. I'm uh... bulking," Mike said nervously.

"Oh. Okay," Tyler said, "one hell of a bulk, what'd you eat?"

"Just a big lunch. Buffet spot."

"Cool man. We got any more orders left?"

"Just this one, gotta fill the boxes and put the stickers on 'em."

"Neat, Marshall is good up front so I'll help."

"You don't-" Mike tried to say as Tyler read the sheet and went back for the pastries.

He returned quickly and set the tray down on an empty spot on the table. Mike handed him one of the first boxes he had ready and he started to fill it, taking his time to make sure the warm pastries were arranged neatly.

Every minute they had to stand close to each other Mike got more nervous, trying his best to focus on assembling the boxes. As he handed Tyler the next one his stomach let out a low groan and he caught Tyler's eyes wandering towards his belly.

As he popped open another box, his stomach let out smaller groans and wet digestive sounds. Tyler could clearly hear them, but was feigning ignorance and ignoring it. The timer on the mixer buzzed and it slowed to a halt, the background noise slowly fading out. When the room was completely quiet, the low grumbles of his stomach echoed on the walls.

Tyler kept glancing at his belly and Mike kept looking away nervously as he put the final box together and started to fill them himself. Unlike Tyler's precise placement, Mike simply filled the box and moved to the next one, desperate to get away from the table.

"Hey man, no need to rush, last order of the day right? We just gotta clean up and wait for closing time."

"Yeah, yeah, just eager to sit down is all."

Tyler nodded and kept working, the two of them finishing quickly. "Alright, you sit back, I got cleanup."

"I can-"

"I got it, I got it," Tyler insisted, "you did all the other orders without me, I'll at least clean up."

Mike was in no mood to argue over it and sat down on a chair in the back of the kitchen. "Thanks, man." As Tyler swept up and wiped the counters down, Mike leaned back, his stomach starting to really pick up in intensity, groaning and gurgling loud enough Tyler could hear it across the room.

Just as Tyler was finishing up, Marshall walked in, wiping his hands and shutting off the lights up front. "Alright boys, closing time. I got the front locked up. Mike, try not to throw your back out on this bulk, we need a baker and your ancient mixer scares the shit out of me."

All three of them laughed as Marshall grabbed his keys and slipped out the back.

Mike stood up and started towards the employee office to grab his own keys as Tyler came in behind him.

"So... what'd you actually eat?"

Mike froze. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you do."

Mike turned and looked at Tyler. He was short and scrawny, Mike could probably lift him with one hand. He took a step towards Tyler, cornering him and nearly pressing his belly against him. "I think I'm not sure what you're tryin' to say."

Tyler's face turned red as Mike's belly was directly in front of him. "I-I, uh."

God I hate double-entrees, Mike thought to himself as he steeled himself to force Tyler down too. "You what?"

"I... think you look good... like this," Tyler said, a mixture of fear and arousal in his voice as the reality of the situation started to hit him.

"Like what?"

Tyler swallowed. "Please don't eat me, I've known a while, I think it's hot," he said quickly and nervously.

Mike was caught off guard by how forward he was and furrowed his brow. "I uh. Oh."

"Yeah, uh. Can I... touch?"

Mike blinked a few times. "Sure, go ahead."

Tyler's eyes widened as he touched Mike's belly. "Fuck, it's so firm."

Mike took off his apron and started unbuttoning his shirt before Tyler took over. He backed away from the corner and leaned back on the table in the middle of the room as Tyler slowly unbuttoned his shirt and gently touched his belly. Opening it slowly, Tyler looked Mike in the eyes as he gently rubbed the sides of his belly. "When?"

"This morning, just before we opened."

"Holy shit, is he still moving?"

"No, he stopped a little while ago."

"Fuck... that's so hot."

Mike snorted, "you like that?"

"Fuck yeah. Do... do you like it like that, or is it just eating?"

"Oh, I like it like that too," Mike said with a wink.

Tyler bent down and kissed the top of Mike's belly and looked up at him. He kissed down the surface slowly, lowering onto his knees as he reached the underside of Mike's belly. As he undid Mike's pants, he ran his tongue around his bellybutton, sticking it deep in and nibbling the surface of his firm, round belly.

"Fuck, keep going," Mike moaned softly.

Tyler slid his pants down and was greeted by Mike's hard, thick cock in his face. He slid his lips over the tip slowly, getting it nice and wet as he bobbed further and further down. The head of his cock pressed hard against Tyler's throat as he reached the bottom, his firm, fuzzy underbelly pressed against Tyler's face.

He bobbed up and down on Mike's cock as Mike gently tugged his hair. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Mike moaned.

Tyler let out a soft moan as Mike started to thrust hard into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and using him like a fleshlight.

"I'm... oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned as he started to shoot. He gripped Tyler's hair tightly and let out a low, husky moan as Tyler eagerly swallowed the load he pumped down his throat. He licked Mike's cock clean and sat back on his knees, panting and fixing his hair.

"Are you... still.. gonna eat me?" Tyler panted.

"Did you want me to?" Mike said with a grin.

"No, no but I wanna watch."

"I think I can arrange that."

Tyler smiled, "I'd like that."

"Do that with your mouth again, and I'll give you anything you like," Mike said as he buttoned his shirt.

Tyler stood and ran his hand along Mike's bloated stomach, "oh, I'll do that any time you want." He leaned in for a kiss and Mike followed through, kissing him gently on the lips.

"How about my place, this weekend?"

"Need me to bring a friend?" Tyler asked with a sly grin.

"Oh I have a dinner guest in mind," Mike chuckled, "just bring yourself."

The headed towards the door together, and before splitting off to their respective cars Mike paused, "oh, and bring some lube, too."

Tyler smiled and nodded, "see you then."

[goldeunoias]

Men who...

Men who use "unorthodox" ways to show you're his...

"Princess don't you know it's rude to interrupt my friends?" he'd coo, punishing you by curling his fingers deeper in your heat. Your dress would be hiked up and your straps pulled down so your chest was on full display, burying your head in embarrassment and muttering out a breathy "sorry".

He'd chuckle at the hard-ons that would grow in his friends' pants, flipping you around so your back was against his chest and your legs were forcefully held open by his own.

"Look at that princess, look how much you're turning them on," he'd tease, giving shit-eating grins to his friends.

It didn't bother him in the slightest to see you like this. You were his and his only and he was the only one who would ever bury his fingers knuckle-deep in your heat and know how warm your walls felt against his calloused hands.

Your face would burn as you heard squelching noises coming from your core, unable to stop clenching down on his digits as you thought about how turned on they were because of you.

"Shit, she's dripping down his fingers," one of the guys would groan, rubbing himself through his sweats. You yelped when he sped his fingers up, sucking gently on the fingers that came into your mouth to soothe you.

"C'mon princess, show them what happens when I rub your special spots, mkay?"

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JAKE, SCOUPS, sangyeon, changbin, YUNHO, wonwoo (maybe), YUTA, TAEHYUN, jeno, maybe jaemin