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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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Hiii, I've been thinking about a story where scoups is a teacher and yn a student 👀, I'd love to see you right sometime like that,,

Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), college!au, tutor!au Warnings: lol okay slight bulge kink, kind of mirror sex, tiny sir kink, dirty talk, reader is hornknee okay and calls themselves a whore but lbr so is cheol, light spanking, mentions of fingering, squirting, omigod idrk just lmk if i missed smth as always 🫣 WC: this was meant to be just a simple lil thot idk 🥲 A/N: oops my fingers slipped anyways hi anon 😩 the cheolrot is strong here although tbh i personally don't feel comfy writing an actual teacher/student relationship explicitly so cheol's role is based on my position as a tutor/assistant but i hope you still enjoy this 🫡

"Thought you didn't pay attention to the professor's lectures," Seungcheol coos in your ear, "but look at you now. Listening so well for me."

You can't help but arch your back at his praise. But he clicks his tongue, placing a large hand over the bulge that's formed from his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

"Or maybe I was wrong."

"N-no, I'll behave... I pr-promise." Your teary eyes plead with his bespectacled gaze in the reflection of your vanity mirror when he shifts. Jostling you on his lap, threatening to make you cum on the spot or worse — urge you off. "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir!"

He chuckles lowly. A finger that still glistens with the wetness after being deep inside your pussy tauntingly taps at the notes laid out in front of you.

"There we go. Now, tell me the correct answer, lovely. Or we can go back to just my fingers... hm, maybe nothing at all. You know getting my dick inside you is a privilege."

All you can do is moan prettily in response and agreement. Because it really is a true gift. Grades be damned, you think you've excelled in all areas of your life and academic career after achieving this accolade. Getting to fuck the dreamy tutor that always sits in the back of your classroom, beefy muscles unconsciously flexing from his crossed-arms posture. Glasses glinting, eyebrows furrowed as he listens to the professor drone on and on.

At least, that's what you thought Choi Seungcheol was doing. Quite the contrary, actually. His tongue plays with your dainty hoop earring as he whispers in your ear, smirk growing bigger at the depraved image all for him. One that he's imagined multiple times during the semester.

"I asked you a question."

"I... mhm — oh, fuck," you mewl as your walls continue to flutter pathetically around his hard length. "I... I can't!"

"Can't what? Can't stop yourself from cumming or can't answer?" He snarls out his first question before easing into a more mocking tone for the second. "Gorgeous baby too fucked out to give me a proper response?"

Your head hits his shoulder, tongue lolling. Seungcheol savors the way your chest heaves and the tight, low-cut shirt you're wearing showcases your tits just right for him to peer at without shame instead of glances in the classroom. All before he's suddenly bending you over, the side of your face smashed against the graphite scrawls of your notebook.

His hips snap aggressively and cause the vanity stand to bang repeatedly against the wall at the same tempo as his thrusts. Your cute makeup products shake in time, the pretty glass perfume vials threatening to fall. It would be a shame for them to break. Seungcehol adores the scent that wafts past him every day, the same one he's currently drowning in. Yet, he can't bring himself to stop, obsessed with the way your ass bounces against his pelvis to eagerly take every inch of his cock.

"Didn't even give me the right answer."

"'m sorry."

"No you're not," he laughs cruelly and swats at your lower cheeks, "but that's okay. This sick little pussy can make up for anything, can't it?"

"Y-yes, sir... anything!"

"Yeah?" Seungcheol slaps you again, yet the coldness of his rings is the only thing that actually stings. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Better let me fuck you from now on. Stuff you full whenever I feel like it. Been dreaming far too long of this, you drive me insane. Gotta eat you out, taste you for real. Touch these tits... god, all the things we could do."

It makes your pride swell even if you're drooling like a whore and ruining the notes you tried to labor over intensely during class despite scandalous, wandering thoughts about Seungcheol. Something tells you he'll make sure you won't fail anyways so it doesn't matter when all you can think about is his nice, hard dick hitting all the right spots.

"Let you do anything."

He snickers. "Oh, but you haven't even heard all of it yet. The things I thought of when seeing you giggle with your friends all the time while sneaking looks at me. Had to try and not get so fucking hard when you bat your pretty eyelashes and ask another stupid question."

Those pretty eyelashes are fluttering rapidly now. You won't last long, already edged for a good hour prior. Wetness soaking your ruined thong even before Seungcheol agreeably showed up at your dorm to help tutor you. Basically throwing yourself at him after a few back-and-forth questions and a bit of not-much-needed seduction until he affirmed your verbal consent, fingers exploring your desperate cunt as he quizzed you on what was talked about in class earlier.

Your release hits as you cry out in delirium but he doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. In fact, he only speeds up. Fucking you through your orgasm with crazed, animalistic joy.

You welcome it though. Knees having given out a long time ago, you're grateful for the support of furniture despite the slight discomfort because all of that is forgotten by the overriding whelms of ultimate pleasure. He knows you can take it.

"Give me another one, yeah pretty baby? Squirt all over my cock like I know you can. No matter how dumb and cock-drunk you act, you're much smarter than you let on."

"M'kay, sir."

It's true. You're not afraid to play dumb just for his attention. It played off. After all, it's you he's fucking and not your friend who boldly declared she'd ask out the hot tutor today. Well, shucks. Seems like he's been thinking a lot about you too.

Of course, you want to prove to him just how good and intelligent you are. Giving into your body's thralls, you let it do its thing. Knowing it'll get to where you and Seungcheol want it.

It doesn't take long. The mixture of overstimulation, burning desire, and his cock constantly stroking that bundle of nerves in the most perfect and delicious way causes you to snap harder than you think you ever had. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Seungcheol curses. Your cunt both expels and sucks him in as you sob. Slickness splashes against his lower abs and he's almost frozen in awe at just how perfect your body is. So responsive and eager to please. He's left with no choice but to give in and cum on the spot. That's fine, though. This is everything he's dreamed of. And more.

"Shit, I think my dick's in love with your pussy."

You wheeze out a laugh in disbelief. "Thanks?"

"I'm serious. How are you real?"

"Now don't go catching feelings so quickly." You intend to sound haughty and threatening but the effect is lost when you're still breathless and bent over your vanity, a combo of your releases oozing from your spent hole after he shifts a bit. "I need to stay out of academic probation if I want to go on a date."

The hand absentmindedly running up and down your back halts. "You'll go on a date with me?"

"Maybe."

"It wasn't a no."

"I thought you waited for someone's explicit consent."

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously behind his glasses. "Knew you were a smartie."

"Yeah, I do pay attention sometimes," you huff, flinching when his fingers touch at your sensitive clit causing him to mumble out an apology. "So help me study."

"Oh, I will," he assures you. Helping you gently turn your aching body around to face him before suggestively cupping your covered breasts. "But how about a little more anatomy study before our date?"

"Seungcheol!"

But honestly, how could you refuse? Placing your arms around his neck, you pull him in close to meet pouty lips in a shy kiss, contrasting greatly with the sinful way your legs wrap around his hips.

"I expect all A's from a stellar student like you."

"With a dick game as strong as this, I might just oust the top student, the great Mr. Choi himself, from his position."

He can't even be mad, chest puffing out in a weird sense of happiness. "We'll just have to see about that."

#ez.creates #svthub #choi seungcheol smut #seungcheol smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #scoups smut #nonny 🎭#ngl this was SUPER self indulgent based on today so yeah 👀 haha #anyways #don't perceive me as usual good night #1k 🌟#svt.smut

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extrashotodepresso · 1 year

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Fake Dating Series:

KirishimaXFem!Reader

(ft. Ex Hawks)

Warnings: SMUT AHOY! (Actual smut- like DNI if under 18) , a bit of Yandere Hawks at the end (can’t help myself), angst, pure filth, cheesy, cheating mentioned

I had an idea a while back about a little fic series around the beautiful cliche trope of fake dating. Overdone you say? YUP! But it’s so tasty I can’t help it! Needless to say, all characters in my fics are 18+. In this one, MC and Kirishima are in their mid to late twenties.

So this is the first one!!! Feel free to reblog if you want, I literally write these for myself but if you like it lemme know if there’s anything else you wanna see!

Summary:

Hawks shows up at the agency and tries to get back together with you. You try to blow him off but he’s pushy. Getting irritated you say you’re dating someone. When he asks who, Kirishima walks over and you get an idea.

“Just go with it.”

“What?”

You pull Kirishima by the harness on his chest and bring him in for a short kiss; what you weren’t expecting was for him to kiss you back.

“Um… still here, (Y/N).” Hawks clears his throat uncomfortably, while you are stuck staring up at Kirishima’s face.

“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” He asks with a sly grin.

“You have no idea.”

You had felt your phone incessantly buzzing in your back pocket all day. You prayed silently that this meeting would end soon; you could hardly pay attention to it anyway.

“Everything okay, Jumper?” You heard someone call out to you. When you looked up it was none other than Red Riot, your coworker and acquaintance. You rubbed your neck nervously.

“Yeah- just have a lot on my mind I guess.” You looked up at him with a soft smile before standing- even if you were tall for the average woman, he stood easily a foot and a half above you, though he was less intimidating than his appearance would suggest.

“Well if you need anything, let me know.” He smiled again kindly, then offered you a small stack of papers. “Notes. From the meeting.” You took them gingerly, looking up at him with a raised brow. “Seemed like you missed some of the info today, wouldn’t want you falling behind.” His face was almost bashful as he said this, his mouth opening slightly like he was preparing to speak again.

“Riot!” Dynamight called out for his friend suddenly and Red Riot gave you a small wave before walking away, leaving you a little dumbstruck. Sure, Red Riot was nice- he had even been dubbed the new gentlemanly hero- but something about the gesture gnawed at you. Unfortunately you didn’t have much time to stare after him in bewilderment as your phone began ringing. Again.

You whipped your phone out of your pocket, turning towards the elevator and making sure you were alone before you hit ‘answer’.

“What do you want?” You spat out, hand smashing the down button as you looked behind you in a paranoid fashion. You prayed as you waited for the doors to open that no one would follow you.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that little bird.” The voice that came over was saccharine and sweet, the syrupy tone making your stomach turn. You waited until you were inside the elevator with the door closed to respond.

“Don’t call me that, Hawks.” Your teeth were grinding.

“I’m downstairs.”

“What? Downstairs where?”

“At your agency. Let’s go for dinner or some coffee- you know you can’t-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Fuck off and go away.” You hung up the phone, practically slamming it in your frustration.

Two years. Two years of your life you had dedicated to that insufferable, egotistical, bird brained— ugh! And three months ago, you found out he had been cheating on you with some young up and coming sidekick. You closed your eyes, exhaling deeply before collapsing on the cool elevator wall. When the doors opened, you were in the hallway to the lockers.

You had been throwing yourself into your work since you had broken up with Hawks. You had spent the past few months pulling shift after shift- and now you were being forced to take the weekend off. This was especially frustrating to you at the moment; if Hawks didn’t leave like you asked, you wouldn’t have a good excuse to lose him, and the man had a way of getting what he wanted. You made it to the showers, cleaned yourself then changed into civilian clothing, praying that he had the decency to finally listen to you on your elevator ride back to the lobby. Though, if his incessant harassment the past three months had anything to say about the likelihood of that happening… the doors opened and you steeled yourself, trying to visualize an undisturbed path to the exit.

As you approached the front desk at the lobby, your heart sank. He was still there, casually leaning on the marble counter, blatantly flirting with the receptionist.

“Well I would be crazy not to want that back.” You muttered, rolling your eyes before trying to walk as quietly as possible past him.

“Baby bird!” He called out to you and you stopped, feeling your shoulders hunch over.

“I told you to fuck off.” You spoke through your teeth. He walked over to you, opening his arms as if wanting a hug, then after seeing your expression lowered them slowly.

“Look- I know that-“ he actually looked remorseful as he paused, “I messed up.”

“You messed up?” You barked out a laugh. “Did you mess up the first time when you fucked her in your office? Or the tenth time when you fucked her in our bed?” Your glare was seething now, and his face was heartbroken. As much as the part of you that had loved him wanted to reach out and make him feel better, the part of you that he broke rejoiced seeing him in pain.

“Yes, (Y/N). I fucked up. And I’ve regretted it every single day. I miss you, can’t we just talk about this?”

“No, we can’t.”

“Why not?” Just then, the pinging sound of the elevator caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder to see— the perfect distraction.

“I don’t think my new boyfriend would like it.” You lifted your chin haughtily before you heard the heavy footsteps approaching.

“Boyfriend?”

“Hey! Jumper, Hawks, how’s it goin?” Just as you expected, Red Riot approached the two of you at the desk, smiling brightly, completely unaware he was about to be the perfect decoy.

“Hey babe!” You called out enthusiastically before trotting over to him. He was still in his hero gear, no doubt going for a last patrol on his way home. He looked down at you with a slightly quizzical expression before you whispered so only he could hear, “Just go with it.”

You grabbed his shoulder harness, pulling him down to you and before he could react or protest, kissed him. It was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, nothing too showy but the second after you pulled away, you felt his hand reach behind your head, fingers threading in your hair as he brought you back for more.

His lips were softer than you expected from the hardened hero, more experienced too. His lips moved along yours with a delicate fervor, quickly you lost yourself in him. Your hand that had been wrapped around his harness tightened and you pulled him ever closer, practically whimpering into his open mouth as the kiss heated. His tongue probed your bottom lip, requesting entrance and without a second thought you allowed it.

“Um… (y/n)? I'm still right here.” You heard Hawks behind you and it brought you back to the present. Pulling away, you attempted to gather your breath as you looked up at Red Riot.

He was looking at you with a hunger that made your thighs clench together. You didn’t know what you had expected when you kissed him, probably just an awkward joke and maybe an offer to walk you home, but this was… carnal. He was smirking down at you, sharpened teeth glinting in the fluorescent light.

“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” His voice was gravelly, thunderous and you bit your lip as you nodded.

“You have no idea.” You managed to whisper as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Sorry we couldn’t catch up, Hawks.” He spoke, still looking into your eyes as he did. “Looks like my little pebble needs to get home. I’m sure you understand.”

With that, the two of you left, leaving Hawks standing dumbfounded behind you.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” Riot finally spoke again as the two of you entered the parking garage.

“Not really.” Your mind was still spinning, “Thanks for the help, Riot.”

“It’s Kirishima.” He said, softly as you approached your car.

“Kirishima.” You tested it out. It was foreign on your tongue, but not unwelcome.

“You want me to go home with you?” He asked and you felt a blush bloom across your face before you looked at him dumbly.

“Huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as well.

“I mean- to make sure you get there safely and everything.” He cleared his throat, suddenly breaking your gaze. You smiled, your stomach feeling flutterings you hadn’t experienced for almost two years.

“I’m a hero too, you know.” You said, teasingly.

“O-of course, I just thought-“ you giggled, he was too easy to tease.

“I’m happy to bring you back to your place- it looks like you were planning on one last patrol though.” He finally looked back at you, his eyes trying to read your expression. It was stifling, that look and you cleared your throat before rambling on, “I suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. It’s the least I could do to give you a ride as thanks.”

“I was planning on another round but it’s late… so if you’re willing to drive me… what I’m saying is…” he stopped himself, “I’d like that.” He muttered.

You nodded, then walked to your driver's side, sitting down and trying to not scream internally as he sat next to you. Your car adjusted with his weight and you felt suddenly self conscious about the state of your car- would he judge you for the smell of stale coffee or the miscellaneous straw wrappings on your passenger side floor? If he did, he didn’t say anything, he just casually provided you his address for the GPS. For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard were the incessant directions of your car, taking you on what felt like the longest drive of your life.

“He’s my ex.” You said, suddenly, to break the silence the two of you had lapsed into.

“Who?” He looked over at you, and though you trained your eyes on the road, you could detect surprise in his tone.

“Hawks.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” You said almost curtly. “Broke up a few months ago.” You readjusted, feeling his gaze on you was a little uncomfortable.

“Why did you—“ he let himself trail off, then caught himself. “Actually, I don’t need to know, I’m sorry that was-“

“We have different definitions of fidelity.” You interrupted him. “I think it means you stay loyal to one person, he thinks if someone else wants you and they’re super hot, sleeping with them should be acceptable.” You smirked as you shrugged, though saying it out loud hurt you more than you would like to admit.

You hadn’t talked about the break up with anyone. Not even your best friend. All she knew was you were done, and you didn’t want to go back. Kirishima was now the only one who knew the truth.

“That’s so unmanly.” He said, as solemnly as possible and you barked out a laugh. “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing-“ you said through giggles as you pulled up to his apartment. “It’s just-“ more giggles “unmanly?” You bit your lip, finally turning to him as you parked.

“So… he’s the one that was calling you all day?” Kirishima changed the subject. You sighed, resting your head on the seat as you turned toward him.

“Yeah. He wants to get back together. Doesn’t seem to understand the phrase ‘fuck off’.” You smiled, though it didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“And you think that kiss will be enough to keep him away?” He asked, almost incredulously.

“I would think so-“ you looked at him through your lashes. “It was a pretty great kiss.” You chewed at your bottom lip subconsciously and you watched as his eyes followed the movement.

“I don’t think he’s gonna stop until he really gets the message.” His voice had changed again, all low and sexy and you felt those butterflies again.

“So what do you suggest?” You swallowed, your mouth was suddenly completely dry. He leaned over to you, his massive hand caressing your face and covering half of it.

“Make the message so loud, he can’t ignore it.” He brought his face to yours, eyes looking in yours then to your lips to give you plenty of time to change your mind. In response, you leaned in to close the gap, brushing your lips against his just barely.

He increased the pressure, exhaling in relief as you permitted him to continue kissing you. The two of you quickly became a mess of tongues and teeth- though as things became more heated, the tiny space of your car was hardly accommodating.

“Would you like to-“ he broke the kiss to ask you a question, though you didn’t let him finish.

“Fuck yes, let’s go.” He smiled at this, chuckling as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“I was going to say come up for a drink, but I have a feeling you have a little more on your mind.” Your face reddened in embarrassment.

“A d-drink would be nice.” You swallowed. “I’m a little thirsty.”

“That’s one way to put it .” He said with another smirk and you pushed his chest, smoothing your hair and trying to catch your breath when you heard his rumbling laugher as he exited the car. The sound of it was enchanting. He walked around and opened your door, ever the gentleman, and you unfastened your seatbelt before grabbing his hand and following him inside.

Kirishima had a massive penthouse apartment, with all new everything and expensive furnishings.

“So this is a top hero’s apartment, huh?” You asked as you looked around wide-eyed. “You probably spend in a month what I do in a year.” You mused out loud as he walked over to his massive kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge.

“I’m comfortable.” He said with a slight chuckle. “But it helps that I split the rent.” He walked towards you, offering you a water before gesturing to a large U shaped leather couch by a fireplace.

“You have a roommate?” You watched him nod, then sat on the edge of the couch, watching him walk away before your eyes continued to drag themselves around the room “Who? Wait, you’re not-“ he shook his head.

“I’m single, don’t worry.” You let out an exhale you didn’t know you were holding. “Bakugo and I have been roommates since college.” Your brows raised at this.

“Dynamight?” You asked incredulously. “Lord-Explosion-Murder—screams-at-children-number-two-hero—Dynamight is your roommate?”

“Yep. Hey, do you want anything harder than water?” You heard him call out to you, apparently in your awe he had returned to the kitchen.

“You bet your ass I do-“ you muttered, then louder; “whiskey, if you have it?” You looked back at him and watched him nod, his back to you as he rifled through the kitchen, moving surprisingly swiftly to grab a glass and some expensive looking amber fluid in a crystal container.

You had been staring into the fireplace, still oscillating between several levels of shook before you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up, and Kirishima was smiling at you, handing you a glass of whiskey.

“Do you mind if I go clean up?” He asked with almost an apologetic expression. “I haven’t had a chance yet to change and-“ you nodded

“That’s fine, I’ll just be out here…” you gestured to the couch. “Waiting.” You offered what you hoped was a sexy smile, not missing the way he swallowed before he straightened up.

“Five minutes. Promise.” He was almost childlike as he scampered off, leaving you to collapse into the couch in wonder at the situation you now found yourself in.

What a bizarre series of events. Not even an hour ago, Red Riot was a coworker you barely knew. Just someone who you would idly chat with in the mornings, occasionally fight beside on patrol- now you were in his apartment, drinking whiskey, watching a fire and waiting for him to— you took a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves.

Kirishima was an incredibly attractive man. Maybe not by super traditional standards; with his spiky teeth and even spikier hair, but there was always a kindness to him you found intriguing. Not to mention, he was absolutely ripped. Nearly seven feet of carved muscle and rugged angles, a sharp contrast to his normally shy and kind personality. Your nails tapped on the glass in your hand as you stared into the flames.

What if this was a mistake? You didn’t know exactly what was happening tonight, though you knew what you had hoped for. He was really too nice of a guy to be a rebound…

As you lost yourself in your thoughts, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire and the hum of the whiskey making its way through your bones, you were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a door closing.

“Hope you didn’t wait too long.” His voice echoed out and you looked up, letting out what could definitely be interpreted as a moan.

Freshly showered Kirishima was a god. His hair which was usually styled sharply fell into his face softly, just passing his shoulders and you could see a hint of his black roots at the top. It was weirdly sexy to watch as he pulled his hair behind his face and tied it in a low ponytail, his bangs falling into his face gently. He was wearing a black sweater that did absolutely nothing to hide his hulking muscle and a casual pair of jeans that seemed to strain against the sheer bulk of his thighs. As he sat down, the smell of his shampoo or body wash enveloped you; sandalwood and something earthy- like the smell of rain. You wondered now what you had been so concerned with before, the idea that you had an important thought being the only thing you managed to grasp.

“You alright?” His voice was soft, sweet, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You blindly set your glass on the table beside you before leaning in to kiss him again.

It felt so right to kiss him. Losing yourself in his taste was so easy, so comfortable, so— as he pulled you onto his lap, gripping your thighs with his massive hands you moaned into him. His contagious smile could be felt on your lips as the sound escaped you and it almost bothered you how calm he was. You wanted him to feel the same as you, feel this untethered. You brought yourself down to sit fully on his lap, grinding the apex of your thighs against him.

When you found the hardened flesh there eagerly waiting and heard his breathy little groan you finally smiled back before pulling away from the kiss.

“I’m fantastic.” You managed to croak out in response to his question, looking at him to see a darkened expression over his features.

“(Y/N)-“ your name came so easily from his lips, you hadn’t realized he had actually known it until now.

“Yes, Kiri?” You kissed along his jaw, tilting his head to find his exposed neck, kissing him gently before biting the flesh at the junction of his throat and collarbone. His grip on your thighs tightened in the most delicious way when you did, and you licked at the flesh before returning to his lips. But he pulled away.

“What do you want?” He suddenly asked. You paused, over him.

“What do you mean? I want you.” You sat back, studying his expression. He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face.

“I mean- what do you want from this? I’m all for us hooking up to make Hawks jealous and everything-“

“Who?” Your genuine surprise seemed to astonish him. For a moment, you had forgotten what had brought you here, to this man’s couch, practically begging for him to take you.

“Seriously.” He sighed. “I think we should probably talk about what you actually want from this before we-“ you brought your hand to his lips, silencing him.

“I kissed you back at the agency for a distraction. Sure. But-“ you looked around the vast apartment. “I don’t see him here now, do you?” You smiled down at him. “If this was just to piss him off, I would call him while you were breaking me in half so he could hear what a real man can do.” Kirishima blushed at your words. “And while that might be fun to do some other time…” You leaned back, pulling off your shirt to reveal your chest covered by a padded sports bra you had put on that morning when you had no idea you would be straddling one of Japan’s top ten heroes. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind as he swallowed at the sudden exposure of your flesh, “Right now, I’m only thinking about you. And I would have thought,” you gave another experimental grind of your hips, delighting in the almost tortured sound he made, “that what I wanted was obvious.”

Kirishima studied you for a few moments, searching in your expression for the truth in your words. He must have found what he was looking for as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with yours.

It was sloppy, steamy and downright indecent, but gods if it didn’t spark your need for him. He brought his hands back to your thighs, caressing them before grabbing handfuls of your ass, landing a harsh slap that caused you to shriek into his mouth.

“You’re a naughty little thing, pebble.” He purred. “I didn’t expect you to be this-“ you brought your own hands to the hem of his shirt, dragging them up along his toned abdomen to rest on his pectorals, clawing at them before gesturing you wanted the shirt off.

“Forward?” You finished for him. He pulled his shirt off, then returned to your lips, hardening his grip before standing up, carrying you around like you were made of air.

“Bedroom?” He panted into your mouth. You nodded and kissed him back.

The way to his room was a bit of a blur. He stopped a few times along the way, pressing you up against the walls, letting his hands explore every dip and curve on your body. You thought, distantly, that you might have heard things crash to the ground at some point, but had a sinkhole opened in the middle of Mustafu, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. There was nothing but him. His touch, his lips, his sounds, it was all that mattered right now.

When your back met the plush of his bed and he crawled over you, you felt another moment of awareness at the sheer size of him. He seemed to even block out the light in his room, his face was nothing but shadow. He pulled back again, finally allowing you to see his tortured expression, his hand brushing your cheek as his eyes seared into you.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” He asked, his voice strained like the idea of you saying no was physically painful. You leaned up to kiss him, your hands trailing down the expanse of his chest to stop at the button on his jeans. You let them sit there for a moment, playing at the hem, enjoying the feel of where the elastic on his briefs beneath his pants met his skin.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” You mirrored him. “I’m not the one who keeps stopping.” You were smirking, but your heart was racing. He set every nerve you had on fire, you couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.

“Are you kidding?” A lopsided smile graced his face. “You’re all I think about, (Y/N). I’m still not convinced this is real.” Your eyes widened. Did he really feel that way? A blush spread across his face. “Sorry.” You didn’t know how to respond to his sudden confession so you kissed him again, finally allowing yourself to unbutton his jeans and try to wriggle them off his hips.

He seemed to understand your hint and helped you out, standing awkwardly and shuffling his pants down his legs. He stood then, almost bashfully when your gaze was immediately sent to the large tent in his boxer-briefs. Chewing at your lip again, you swallowed. Everything on this man was giant. You slid your leggings off your legs, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor before motioning for him to return to you. He moved quickly, his lips finding your neck and every sensitive point on it as his hands wrapped their way around your torso, arching your back and bringing you as close as possible to him.

“May I?” His fingers were playing at the back of your bra and you nodded, turning your face to him again, finding his lips once more. He unclasped your bra, having to lean up from you to pull it off, one arm resting beside your head. He pulled back a little more, looking over your body with a sort of reverence. A small whimper left you at the seriousness of his expression, which he seemed to take as you missing his lips on you (not that he was entirely wrong).

“You’re so damn beautiful.” He whispered into your neck, kissing down your collarbone and sternum before dragging his tongue over your breast. He found your nipple with the wet appendage, circling around it before bringing it into his mouth with an sultry suck. You gasped, hands tangling into his hair. He continued to lavish you with his lips and tongue, and when you pulled out his hair tie so you could run your fingers through his hair, he bit down on the top of your breast, causing you to shriek at the suddenness of it. He pulled back.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ you threaded your fingers to the base of his scalp, tugging harshly.

“Stop apologizing Kiri.” Your voice was stern. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. But I’m not going to break.” He still looked unsure, so you tugged again, eliciting a small moan from him. (Hair pulling kink unlocked) “I mean it.” You swallowed, “Do whatever you want.” A choked sort of sound left him, and he kissed your lips again.

“You…” whatever he was going to say, he didn’t. He bit your bottom lip, the sharpness of his teeth caused a slight sting but it felt so good. Kirishima moved down your body again, littering bites and kisses wherever he went.

He crawled down the bed, stopping between your thighs. He sat up then, spreading you before him, staring at the apex of your thighs with a hungry expression.

“Anything I want?” A devious smile formed on his face. You nodded, for the first time a bit unsure. “You might regret sayin’ that, pebble.” He lifted a hand, using his quirk to harden his arm. Your heart was racing as he dragged a sharpened finger down your torso, not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to feel dangerous. He hooked his finger into your panties, quickly moving his hand to shred them off of you and expose you fully to the room. He deactivated his quirk, then removing the offending scraps off your body, lowered his head.

He bit your hip harshly, and you twitched at the feeling, legs immediately trying to close but he held you open with just one arm. He kissed the spot he bit, running his tongue over it to soothe the ache before moving to your thighs. He kissed and sucked the inner flesh there too, and you felt yourself clenching on nothing, the part of you he had exposed was yet to be touched and it was driving you insane.

“Kirishima please-“ you whined. He looked up at you, like you were disturbing him from enjoying himself. A switch had definitely been flipped at some point; where he had been eager to please, now you were his plaything.

“It’s Eijiro.” He said with another well timed bite.

“Eijiro! Please!” You begged again. He didn’t make you wait this time, bringing his face to where you wanted him most, he licked a long stripe up your folds.

“Delicious.” He muttered to himself before he began devouring you with a fervor. His tongue dove into your weeping heat, fucking you open with the thick appendage and you moaned, gripping his hair again like your life depended on it. This egged him on, as he brought a finger to your folds and pushed one inhumanly large digit inside you.

You were already so close, it was embarrassing. His tongue moved to your clit, circling around, writing out incantations that had you ready to cream any second. You managed, just barely, to look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, hair mangled by your hands and his eyes were burning into you with a sincerity you’d never seen before. He pushed another finger inside of you, scissoring and curling them to stretch you out, hitting your spot absolutely perfectly- and that was it. With a loud shriek you came, and he eagerly lapped up every bit of you, letting out a satisfied hum that vibrated your core. His fingers slowed their pace to work you through your orgasm, his tongue gently caressing you.

Out of breath, you tapped on his shoulders, trying to communicate to him that you wanted him to return to you. He understood and almost hesitantly, crawled back up your body, kissing you without a word, feeding your taste to you with his tongue.

“Eiji-“ you moaned into him “I need-“ again, he seemed to understand what you meant without words as he slithered out of his boxers, the weight of his manhood slapping against your thigh when he was freed. Your hands glided from his shoulders down the broad expanse of his back, raking your nails down his chest before you wrapped a hand around him.

He was thick. The thought of it had you drooling a little into his kiss. A small, inhuman sound left your lips when you dragged your hand up his length and felt the beads of pre already weeping from him. He broke the kiss with a moan, looking down to see your hand struggling to wrap fully around him while you angled yourself uncomfortably to try to pump him. He thrust into your hand, eyes practically rolling back before he stopped himself entirely.

“Hold on-“ he let out with a hiss before stopping your hand, grabbing it with his and pinning your arm next to your head, threading his fingers into yours. With his other hand he lined himself up with your entrance and slid up and down your slit, lubing himself with your slick.

It felt heavenly. The head of his cock kept barely catching on your entrance, then would move up and kiss your clit. You ground into him, trying and failing to just line him up with your core; though the feeling of him fucking your folds was pleasant, you wanted more.

“Slow down, pebble.” He moaned out into your neck, his voice like liquid velvet against your skin. “We’re gonna have to take it slow.” You wanted to protest, but even just the action of him rubbing against you was sending you toward another release. “Holy shit, are you gonna cum again for me, pretty girl?” Your eyes rolled into your head as your hips increased their pace, you thought you nodded but you couldn’t be too sure. There was something so primal about this experience. The need you felt for him was entirely animal. He chuckled darkly into you, then finally, agonizingly slowly, he began to push inside you.

The second his head made it past the first ring of muscle, you nearly blacked out. It was a stretch far beyond the familiar.

“F-fuck-“ he groaned, trying to keep going slowly but his hips were sputtering like he was trying to hold back.

“I told you-“ you angled your hips up to take another inch in- the stretch was incredible, “I’m not gonna break.”

You would one day wish that you could find the words to describe his expression, or the sound he made at your revelation, but you registered nothing as he lost complete control inside you. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself in at the hilt. There was no pain, just the immediate burst of pleasure you felt as he finally filled you. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling in his sheets while your knees squeezed his sides closer- like he could get any deeper.

“Y-y-you’re-“ he was stuttering, his every movement completely halted at the feeling of you pulsing around him. “Fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in-“ he pulled out agonizingly slowly before returning to you, thrusting tentatively at first before gaining confidence and speed.

His lips returned to yours, kissing you and refusing to separate any inch of himself from you. You were completely enveloped in his body, distantly experiencing the feeling of your damp skin clutching onto his. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands- they traveled from his hair to his shoulders to the sheets back up to his hair and you were sure that you could die in this moment and be completely fine. You were building up to something again, another gloriously dangerous crescendo that threatened to tear the fabric of your being apart.

“(Y/N)-“ he moaned into you, “I’m gonna- I can’t-“ his words were just as wrecked as you felt, and you nodded against his lips.

“It’s okay, Eiji. Let go.” You whispered the last part and he growled, pistoning his hips into you before there was a hitch in his movements, a moment where with a grunt, you felt a warmth spread through you. The feeling of being so intensely full, of being whole and still getting more finally sent you to your final release. Your head fell back, trying to bury itself in the sheets beneath you and as his movements sputtered and slowed he kissed your neck. He was grunting like the sound was being forced out of him, like he did whenever you were in a really tough battle and the thought sent heat over your body.

It was all too much.

Finally, the room seemed to still, the two of you were a collection of broken gasps and whimpers. He continued kissing your neck and face until you felt him soften and slip out of you. With a groan, he rolled himself away, leaving you stunned and a little cold.

You simply stared at the ceiling. The gentlemanly hero, Red Riot had just fucked you to the point that you saw stars at the edge of your vision. The thought made you smile. For a moment, you almost felt insecure that he left right afterwards until you heard a faucet in the distance.

Still catching your breath, you tried to drag your head to look at him when you heard his steps approach.

“How you feelin’, sweetheart?” He asked gently as he sat next to you, his massive form dipping the bed as you felt something warm and wet between your thighs. He was cleaning you up. Gentleman indeed.

He kissed you, rubbing the thumb of his unoccupied hand across the plane of your cheek. You smiled at him, kissing him again.

“Ethereal. You?” He chuckled into you, tossing the washcloth in the general direction of his hamper.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He laid himself down on his bed, opening his arms in an offer to cuddle and you obliged, not minding the fact that the two of you were still a little sticky with sweat. His arm pulled you into his side, draping your leg over him and holding you there while his other arm rested behind his head. For a few moments all you could hear was the heartbeat in his chest; strong, calm, dependable.

“Did you mean it?” You asked him. His thumb, which had been idly petting your thigh suddenly stopped and he looked down at you.

“Mean what, pebble?”

“When you said I’m all you think about.” It was embarrassing to even ask, it was probably just something said in the heat of the moment. Hawks was like that, he would say all sorts of things when you were in the bedroom and when you were done…

“Of course I did.” He responded without any hesitance. He was blushing when you looked up, which was insanely cute.

“For how long?” You bit your lip. It felt like you were digging your grave here, but you couldn’t help it.

“Dunno. Just sorta noticed one day that you’re all I notice.” He said this so casually, like it was just an irreprochable fact. “I uh… I was actually about to ask you out. You know, before we uh…” he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m so glad it was you that got off that elevator.” You said, seriously. He let out a laugh before kissing you.

“Me too, pebble. Me too.” The kiss that followed started soft, but was starting to heat up as he rolled back over you, his hand cradling your face like you were precious. As your need started to reignite for him, you heard a loud slam.

“Oi, shitty hair! I brought dinner for your dumb ass.” The familiarly violent voice of Bakugo rang out through the apartment. Kirishima groaned into your neck, and you chuckled. “Why are all the pictures knocked down? What the fuck?” As the ferocious blonde started stomping towards his room, Kirishima reached for the covers on the bed, pulling them over you.

“I’m really sorry for what’s about to happen.” He said to you apologetically before rolling out of the bed with a groan. He pulled on his jeans with haste, still jumping trying to wrangle them on while he made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him gently. “I have company, bro! Chill out, you're gonna scare her.” Though he tried to whisper, the urgency in his tone caused his words to carry through the door.

“What the fuck kind of-“ Bakugo’s footsteps stopped. You continued to giggle. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Muttered conversation that was unclear reverberated through the space.

“I didn’t get enough food for a third.” You heard Bakugo yell towards the room, “So if you want to eat you’ll have to feed yourself.”

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Across the street, on a rooftop that was positioned perfectly to look into a certain Pro-Hero’s bedroom sat a blonde hero with wings crimson as blood and a heart shattered beyond repair. A feather gently floated toward him and he grabbed it, clenching it with all the rage he felt.

He had seen everything. Heard every word, every demented moan. She had never been like that with him.

Though Hawks knew the reason he lost her was his fault, he still felt she belonged to him. His eyes narrowed as he set off, flying high above the city, eyes burning. He wouldn’t lose. Not to him.

His resolve, crumbling as it was, still spilled fire through his veins. He would find a way to get her back, even if it meant hurting her again.

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✩°｡‘ A POE CUP TO REMEMBER

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

words: 3k

genre: smut, slowburn romance (kinda), flirting, teasing, fingering

a/n: im not great at creating a fanfic, so expect grammatical errors and typo’s ahead !! i hope you enjoy this ♡

you were the new student at nevermore. you were assigned to be roommate with the girl named enid. she was practically a werefolf and a all-rounder gossip girl at the school. she tour you to the hallway where all the students gather there, there was a werewolves, sirens, and many more. “oh, and that girl bianca, he dated our tortured artist, xavier thorpe” she said, pointing the guy who was painting at the wall. he looked at you and not a minute he continues to focus at his drawing.

after the tour, you relaxed a while at your dorm. it was raining outside, “enid, i’m just gonna go downstairs, just catching some raindrops” you said. enid just nodded and continue to dance all by herself. while walking outside, you saw the statue falling above you, but someone pushes you away from it. causing yourself to be unconscious.

after the incident where the statue almost hit you on the head, luckily a student saved your life.

you wake up at the room, seeing a guy beside you, he was already standing, perhaps waiting for you to open your eyes. you immediately get up causing him to sit quickly. “nurse said you dont have a concussion, anyway, im glad you’re awake” he muttered. ”its because im not, and will never be. and the last thing i remember is i was walking alone 'til i saw a statue falling to me.” you said while looking at him. “and, how did you even get there that fast? i believe there was no one when i walked there, i was alone” you added, it was a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. he clicks his tongue before replying to your statement, “call it instinct” he said. “instinct, huh? well, dont expect me to gave you a gratitude or something. its quite unreal to myself giving someone like that” you said while fixing your posture to face him. “mm-hmm. you know, most people just say thank you” he said, looking at you. “i didn't even requested to be rescued that time” — “and you thought i should have just let that thing smash you to mush?” he replied. “i mean, i could have just save myself” you said while crossing your arms. “too much independent would cause you trouble” he scoffs, you couldn't help but to laugh at what he just said. “id rather have a lots of independent, if i will be honest.” you said, “i know you aren't asking my name, but, im xavier thorpe. you’re the new student here, right? the last time we met, i was about two feet shorter, and 40 pounds heavier” he said, “ah, yes. i do remember you, the guy who was painting earlier on the walls. im y/n ” you muttered. “y/n, sounds good” he said. “i believe i can go now, yes? well, see you around, xavier.” you said, getting up to exit the room. “yeah, see you too” he said looking at you.

a few werewolves were howling at the night. you and enid went to the window to check out. “if you really are a werewolf, why aren't you howling like them?” you asked, its quite different to encounter a werewolf not howling when its full moon. “i cant. my mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but i have been to the best lycanologist” she muttered, she only had a claw, which is awesome because of how she painted it with vivid colors. “i had to fly to milwaukee, would you believe it?” she said, toning disgusted at herself. “what happened next?” you asked, you were interested at it because of how different she was than other wolves here in nevermore. “i would be a lone wolf” she muttered, looking down. “thats quite sorrowful to know about you, what would happen if ever you didn’t wolf out yet?” you said, while you continue to asked her about her condition. “i uh... i’d be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate” she said, the tone was a bit aching to feel. its like a mixture of disappointed and rage of anger. “you’ll wolf out, someday. i can feel it” you said, cheering her up. “thanks, y/n. i do hope so”

the school announce that nevermore will be attending to a harvest festival this night. “hey, are you excited for this event?” enid asked, smiling at you. “yeah, well i guess. i’ll just play some games there basically” you said, smiling a little. “thats great, well, this event me and ajax will meet there too. im so excited!” she said. after arriving at the event, enid and you decided to split up there since she said she was gonna meet ajax, her crush basically. you walked around and play darts, it was a basic one, obviously. while playing, xavier went to you, “jeez, didnt know you get any better at this, i bet you can catch the big one toy here” he said already looking to you. “im good at any games, i have played this since i was seven” you muttered, the balloons went popping and popping 'til you win. “quite a good shot” he compliment, “why dont you go search for your hobbies rather than talking to me” you muttered, looking at him to see that he was smiling. “all right, well then, i’ll play these darts too” he said while keeping his smile there. he was quite great at shooting the darts in the balloon too, there was an emotion that pops up to you out of nowhere. it was a feeling that you had a long time ago, but you couldn't understand what that is, so you shrugged it away. “hey, is your mind full of thoughts?” xavier said, tapping your shoulders. you look at him with a wide eyes, you were spaced out because of the thoughts. you look at him holding a cute bear beside him, seem’s that he win the game too.

“everyone, the principal said we should go watch the fireworks!” a student shouted at the crowds. “we should get going now, y/n” xavier said, pulling you out of the crowds to watch the fireworks. you didn't respond but just nodded at him. the fireworks were amazing, different colors, both of you were smiling each other. “seems that you had a great smile hiding there” he said, smiling at you. you couldn't help but giggled at what he said. it feel like a spark was creating that day, you thought to yourself. “hey y/n? i have something to ask” he muttered, turning around to face you. “spit it out” you said, looking at him. “are you going to the poe cup competition?” he asked, smiling. it looks like he was expecting you to see there. “oh, well, i think i would join too. and i’ll go at enid’s team, if ever she would join too” you said.

and so, the poe cup competition begins. you saw enid and the other students designing the boat. it was black and the design was like a cat figure. you went to look it more closer, enid notice you and wave. “so, you’re going to the poe cup competition?” she asked, smiling as always. “yeah, and i decided that i wanted to be part of your team, if thats what it calls” you muttered. “great! because our team will be having a cute black cat outfit this upcoming event! im sure you’ll love it” she said. “hm, maybe i will. i would check it out if there’s a costume published now” you replied. while enid was helping the others with the boat, you walked away silently and moved somewhere. while looking at the areas, you saw xavier at the archery. he was quite bad at it. you moved closer to have conversations with him, even in a small amount of time. “bad shot, i think you need a mentor for that” you said, crossing your arms. he looked at you with disbelief, “didnt see you coming, are you interested in archery or you’re here to entertain me instead?” he said, smirking while he tried for the second time. “actually, i was just lurking around here, until i saw you” you replied. you started to pick up the bow and a arrow to tried it out. “have you ever tried to handle a bow and shoot an arrow?” he asked. “we’ll see what i can do” you said, you prepared your bow and arrow to shoot it in the red spot. the luck was on your side, the sharp of the arrow went thru to the red spot. while xavier, he was quite impressed at what you did. “impressive, i already think to your statement earlier that you should be my mentor instead” he said, smirking at you. “dont gave me that look, it’s intriguing” you said. “well, see you in the competition, i bet you’ll look nice” you said and swiftly walked away. “is that a flirt or a compliment?” he shoutedly asked to you.

it is now class time and you walked over to the following schedule. you saw bianca and the other sirens looking at you. “there’s an open spot next to me” xavier spoked, you walked beside him and sit. looks like he was sketching something, more like a spider. he moves his hand only to make the sketch of his to move in reality. you can say that it was quite impressive that a sketchy spider can be alive in just by his hands. “admit it, you’re a little impressed” he muttered, looking at you with a smile. “hate to admit that you’re right, i was impressed in that magical hands of yours” — “wanna know what this magical hands can do?” xavier said, you looked at him with a disgust, but your insides says otherwise.

it is now the competition for the poe cup, enid’s team was labeled as black cats, its quite attractive. “hey, y/n! your costume is at the tent! you can wear it now” she said, smiling at you. “oh, thats great news. i’ll go wear it now.” you muttered, the outfit was fitted, and the ears fitted well to you. “OMG, you look purr-fect!” enid said, she walked back to help the others with the whiskers. while xavier walked towards you, “didnt know you’ll look good in black, y/n” he said, looking up and down at you. “you look like a serial killer clown at that costume of yours, thats more than a word attractive to me” you replied, smirking at him. “i considered that as a flirt, i’ll get back that” he said while smiling, he went on to his team and sat on the boat. it was now all settled, everyone was on the boat now. while you were focusing, you notice xavier was looking at you, you went to look at him but he looked to another direction. “i want to wrlcome you all to the edgar allan poe cup!” — “this is one of nevermore’s proudest annual traditions, dating back 125 years. each team must row across to raven island, pull a flag from crackstone’s crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk. first team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well ss some special privileges. ”

“let the poe cup begin!” a sound of shotgun bang to the air and all teams swiftly sweep in the lake. one of the teams were suddenly drag on the side of the lake, causing them to bump into the giant figure and sunk. you immediately figured out that someone was trying to ruin the teams, so you immediately made up a plan. you remembered before the competition that you requested enid to put some traps or any thing that can capture in the lake. and this was the great time, you click the button and immediately figured it out that there was a mermaid nearby your boat that was about to sabotage. luckily it was now wrapped by a fishnet and no longer can bother your team. as your boat hit the next task, “stay here and make sure the other teams can't sabotage our boat. im gonna get the flag and perhaps, distract some jokers” you said to enid, you quickly run to the woods to find the crackstone’s crypt, you saw xavier there so you quickly hide from a tree to sabotage him. when you saw xavier is now nearby to you, you rush to pull him somewhere. “hey! we still have a competition, what were you thinking?” he asked, you quickly covered his mouth as you both made your way to the crackstone’s crypt where your flag was. “shush your mouth or my mouth will do it for you” you said while you picked up your team’s flag. “as if your mouth can make me shut up, prove it then” he said pulling you closer to him, you were furious because of what he said, the tone was underestimating you. you pull him closer to gave him a peck of kiss, and run away from him. he was about to gave it all but all he gotten was frustration from you for teasing, as you now go back to your teams, xavier also came back as well. while your team is at the lake coming back for the finish line, the mermaid was back again at the lake, trying to destroy your team’s boat, but you didn’t want to disappoint your friend neither anyone. so, you decide to swim over down to pull the mermaid back on what he needs to be. you pull his tail down to the lake and luckily, he swim away. you went back to the boat because of the water suffocating your lungs. your team fastly sweep the lake back to the nevermore, you and the team also sabotage the bees boat to slow them down. luckily, your team won after the competition. a lots of students was shocked after the competition, because all they knew is that bianca, herself, will always win. not until you were now part of the nevermore.

not until xavier pulled you to his dorm. you knew you’re fucked up.

“oh, so you’re into teasing, isn’t? teasing me in the middle of competition, you planned this, didn’t you y/n?” he asked, he was now pinning you against the wall, letting out his anger and frustrations at you. “would you be done if i said yes? or what? you’re gonna do something to me, you little fratboy” you muttered, you moved away yet his hands grab you and push you to bed. “oh yeah? actually, i have something to confess before i start something fun” he said while looking up and down to you with a smirk. “spit it out xavier, i dont wanna wait” you stated, “you know, ever since the harvest festival, i already have feelings for you. and i cant get you off my mind, and in the meantime, i’ve always wanted to have intimate with you, hopelessly devoted to get you” he said, you were shocked after what he just said. you didn’t know what to feel, the heat was getting higher and higher, it was so intense. all this time trying to shrug your feelings towards him, he finally cleared it out. you couldn’t express it properly so you pulled him to a kiss, he kissed back to you that is no eager, so needy. it looks like he have been waiting patiently for this to happened. his tongue swiftly made his way to your mouth, causing you to moan in the kiss, his hands went thru your boobs to massage it softly, your back arch because of it. both of you cut the kiss to breath first. “your outfit looks good, but you’ll look good without them, love” he said, pulling off your costume. “i didnt know jokers were into rough sex, quite fascinating to discover” you muttered, taking off his hat and running your fingers to her hair. “oh dont worry, my magical hands can do so much in you, also my mouth. just watch” he muttered, after he successfully took off your costume, you also pulled his clothes off and throw it somewhere in the room.

“lay down” he demanded, you did what he told to avoid more argues. “well look at that, such a beautiful sight for my eyes. its more than what i sketch about this” he muttered, he leans closer to your core and gives it a lick. you muffled at his action, “dont f-fucking tease xavier, please” you begged, he looked at you with a smirk in his face. “that’s a revenge for making me hard on the competition, beg more, love, maybe i can give what we both needed” he suggested, rubbing circles in your pussy. “p-please, xavier... i-i didn’t really meant to tease you that time, i j-just really want to feel your lips. please, xavier” you explained, arching your back to give signals to him to continue. “i’ll believe for now” he said, as he positioned himself at your core to have a taste. he leans closer and licks it. you moaned his name causing him to continue to eat you out. he puts kisses and licks at your pussy, even biting it, causing you to moaned loudly and continuously arch your back several times. but xavier wasn’t satisfied with, he push a finger inside of you while he continues to eat you out. you pulled his hair while continuously moaning his name. “fuck, your mouth is really good, p-please continue, im close” you said while rolling your eyes because of the pleasure. xavier nodded and pushes one more finger inside you and started to push in and out with a more pace of speed. while his mouth is busy tasting you more and more. “a-ah! im coming!” you shouted, “come on me love” in the exact time he said that, you come in his mouth. he took off his fingers and licks it, tasting you. “you taste delicious than my daily meal” he muttered, leaning you for a kiss, the kiss was passionate. you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck. “i’ll help you clean up, and overall, what happened between us is amazing. and i want to ask you out for a date after?” he said, “of course, and, we’re gonna be lovers after all” you replied.

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Plan E?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Plus size!reader, Baby Warnings: Dean doesn’t follow plans, never doubt reader’s plans, Dean is a baby, reader likes to expose Dean’s “secrets” Word Count: 683

*This is seriously crack. I have no idea what was going on in my head when I wrote this, but I don’t regret it. Enjoy!

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“Are they gone?” You ask, back pressed against the wall beside the doorway, not wanting to move in any way in case the cops do happen to peek inside.

“You don’t want to comprehend yourself but me, getting arrested, you’re okay with? How does that work exactly?”

“Well, you’re cute-”

“No, no. I am adorable.”

“Yes,” you nod, “yes, you’re adorable. You’ll be able to make friends and escape easier than I could.”

“You think I’d become somebody’s bitch, don’t you?”

The silence speaks volumes.

“Wow. I see how it is… if anything you’d become someone’s bitch before I would.”

“No,” you shake your head, “no I wouldn’t.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Back to plan E-”

Dean glances over at you. “Plan E? What’s plan E?” He asks.

“Oh- uh- let’s see,” you pull out your notebook you used from when you and Dean had to pretend to be the “feds” earlier. “B, was to pretend to be friends from school who lost contact and there was a lot of sexual tension between us.”

He smirks.

“And I only did that because whenever we’re on the verge of becoming caught, you with your soft lips come over and viciously attack me.”

He smirks, “so, you do like it when I do that? You know, I always knew you had a thing for me.”

You guffaw, “I do not. How dare you say such a thing.” Before he could get another word in, you start talking about the other plans. “Then we have C, where we to try and become bartenders because,” you lift your head to look at him.

He avoids your gaze, understanding that you’re hinting to himself whenever you guys go out for drinks, and he winds up confessing about whatever is on his mind that day.

“You know, drunks like to confess more than a sober person.”

You flip the page, “D, involved really bad costumes. E, you fake an allergic reaction, and we knock em out. I figure E, was our best bet.”

“Was there an F?”

“Yeah, but that one’s not as nice. I die and I’m not ready to make that kind of commitment.”

He nods, “good. I’m not ready to lose you anyway.”

“Aw, is the bad ass older brother actually a big teddy bear.”

“Shut up.”

The door of the antique shop chimes.

“Allergic reaction remember.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The plan would have gone smoother had Dean actually known what to do but at least you two were able to get away before they could arrest you.

“Are you happy?” You ask, slamming the door closed.

“Hey, hey. Don’t take it out on baby.”

“Maybe baby is kinky and likes it.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, she definitely doesn’t.”

“How would you know, Deanold.”

His face scrunched up in disgust. “Deanold? Is that what you honestly think my name is short for?”

You shake your head, “no but you pissed me off. We were so close. So close.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, princess that your stupid plan E didn’t work. What did you expect me to do. I don’t know how to fake an allergic reaction.”

“It’s as easy as when a woman-”

“DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!”

“Fakes-”

“No.”

“Her-”

“I’m begging you.”

“Or-”

The car comes to a jerking stop. Your hand on the dashboard. “What the hell-”

He pulls you closer and smashes his lips onto yours, mingling your hot breaths until he pulls away to breath. “You still want to finish that sentence?” Dean stares at you with his raised brow, something you never thought you’d find hot before.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never faked any with you.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“Care to test out that theory?”

You turn towards the dashboard. “Baby, I’ll take care of your therapy.”

“Why are you talking to the car like it’s a child?”

“Baby is your baby and I want her to know that I’m not mean like you and fool around with whatever tramp you found that night.”

“You make me sound like a man whore.”

“You said it not me.”

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural x plus size reader #supernatural x plus size!reader #dean winchester #dean imagine #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x plus size reader #dean winchester x plus size!reader #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #crazyk-imagine

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okay since you write for Dave … js imagining this with him but it’s sooo cliche . ☹️☹️ but it’s hot js hear me out !!

Your Dave’s gbsf , met a while ago but the era I’m thinking for this is 1992 , basically you’ve been to his house / apt ( whatever you want ) a lot of times . Y’all have cuddled so closely , but never fucked yk ? 🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways one days ur waiting for Dave to come back cuz he let you borrow his keys

Anyways he comes home Earlier than expected … ( I think we all know where this is going ) he heard his name obvi and he finds you …. Uhh you knoww 😁😁 … anyways you get up very embarrassed and surprised ! 🤭🤭 so a few seconds after you get up you try to leave but he corners you against the wall and just spurts out “how often do you touch yourself???” Your baffled , but ya don’t wanna respond but at the same time .. this is very hot . Anyways sooo your like “Dave what??” He goes “you heard me.” You go “uhh I don’ always do that” he GOESSS “your lying, such a slut” you might’ve created a very visible wet spot down there … 🤥🤥🫣 anyways so than y’all js go at it then and there 🤗 . This was very rushed but yeah !!

- 🌎 Anon

prompts like this are always my fav and for what…. like i love writing bsfs to lovers etc more than established relationship stuff and THIS TROPE IS SOOOOO🫣🫣🫣 idc if it’s cliche it’s so hot. however i’m gonna go a slightly more sappy/romantic route w this cuz i think it suits this a lot better for like a first time yk.

i’m imagining This Dave for this ask bc mghhhghmm it’s my favorite. anywayyyy

so ur waiting for dave to come home. you two have been friends for a while now and there’s this unspoken tension between the two of you. you’ve gotten so close atp. you two travel together and just get a king size bed, not a double. when you come over, you sleep in his bed as well. you wind up on top of him, his strong arms wrapped around you, face pressed into his chest and his big hand on the back of your head. giving your head some scratches.

you don’t expect dave to be home for another hour and a half. you get bored of watching tv, moseying your way over into dave’s bedroom and flopping down onto the mattress. you look up at the ceiling. your hands lightly run over your body, and slowly wander to the band of your shorts. your fingers rub over your clit as your eyes close, letting out a breath before your thoughts wander. you imagine it was dave’s hands touching you. your lips part as you think about his fingers fucking you nice and slow. whispering in your ear how good you’re doing, how tight you are around his fingers. you kick off your shorts and underwear, taking your other hand and pushing your shirt up to play with your nipples.

“dave…” you murmur, and then two of your fingers plunge inside of you. “dave-!”

and then the door slams open.

“hello-? oh. oh wow. okay.” dave is standing in the doorway. mouth open so wide it looks like his jaw might dislocate. you are paralyzed on dave’s bed, right hand covering yourself while the other reaches for your shorts to pull them back on.

“fuck, dave. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry… oh my god. i’m gonna head out. okay? yeah. i’m gonna leave.” you pull your shorts and underwear back on as quick as possible before jumping off the bed and trying to run past him, but dave grabs your hand.

“how often do you do this?” his eyes are boring into yours. you avert yours quickly. face feeling even hotter than it already was.

“what?”

“i said how often do you do this? in my bed.”

“dave, i don’t- i cant.”

“i think you can, honey. tell me.”

“i don’ do it often… i swear. it was the heat of the moment. god, can i just leave? i’m sorry-“

“can i kiss you?” dave is staring at you so intensely, and you don’t even feel like answering. you practically lunge at him, grabbing his face and dragging him to your level so you can smash your lips into his, wet and messy. dave groans into the kiss, grabbing your hips and then moving one hand down to your ass and squeezing, then lifting you up. you open your mouth in a gasp. dave takes this opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth, plush lips moulding against yours so perfectly.

dave moves you to the bed, laying you down gently and crawling over you, continuing to kiss you as he does so. he doesn’t wanna let you go for a second. he’s been waiting for this too long. wanting you for too long. he makes sure to express this to you.

“fuck… you sounded so pretty saying my name like that… wanted this for so long. think about you all the time.” you’re shaking in his arms at this point, unable to believe this is really happening. “take those pretty shorts off for me.”

you immediately start shimmying your shorts down your legs, dave sitting up to aid you in sliding them off, leaving your panties on, a small patch of wetness visible from the outside. dave just stares for a moment, making you cover your eyes in embarrassment, and then slides down onto his stomach. he reaches up to grab your arms and pull them down so he can interlock your fingers before leaning down and licking right over your clothed cunt. you let out a whine, which he responds with squeezing your hands and licking again, this time more firmly. he lets one of your hands go to then pull your panties to the side and attach his mouth to your clit, sucking hard.

your back arches and you crane your head back, mouth opening wide and letting out a moan so loud you know the neighbors heard it. you’re too far gone to care. dave is switching between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. then he moves the hand not holding yours to plunge two fingers inside you, just like you had thought about earlier. you squeal, resulting in dave moaning into your pussy, which just makes you even louder. dave is french kissing your cunt now, tongue running all over, spit and your juices running down his chin and smearing on his cheeks and nose. he’s so sloppy with it, so messy. you’re so close, you squeeze his hand hard.

“dave… gonna cum-“ you reach down and pull his hair with your free hand, legs locking around his head, keeping him in place. dave looks up at you, lips soaked and pretty pink, pupils dilated, eyelids low. he’s properly drunk on the taste of you, and the sight pushes you over the edge. “oh fuck… oh fuck…!! i’m cumming!” and that’s it. white light flashes behind your eyelids and fireworks shoot up your spine, your clit aching in dave’s mouth, legs shaking around his head. dave’s fingers slow their movements inside you, until he finally eases them out of you. you can’t keep your eyes open, breathing still heavy. dave nudges your legs off his shoulders, crawling up to kiss you, warm and deep.

“did so good for me. taste so good. enjoy yourself, honey?”

“mhm…” you kiss him again. you can taste yourself on his lips. and then you feel his hardness nudging at your thigh.

you’re not done yet.

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OWAAHBJCJM okay i told myself i wouldn’t be answering any more asks then i saw this in my inbox and folded. anyways. hope you enjoyed<3

#🌎 anon #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #metallica

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callsign-bunnie · 2 years

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Ghost stalker with the soap

Alright, you left this fairly open ended and it's Horror Night so I'm gonna go about this my way. This is a Yellow

It started subtle. Soap started to notice things going missing in his dorm.

A tee shirt he didn't particularly care about, but wore enough to notice it was gone, was the first thing he noticed. He'd gone to pull it on for class and realized he couldn't find it, anywhere. But, he'd just passed it off as probably having left it at the laundromat.

Then, it was a chain bracelet. This one was actually kind of dear to his heart, since it was one of the few things he'd received from his parents' estate. So it was pretty upsetting when it went missing.

From there, it was more stuff.

Then notes started. Soap got home from a date and he found a sticky note on his bathroom mirror. He doesn't deserve you. It'd made Soap's blood run cold.

Soap had glanced around and locked his windows. He'd barely slept. The next day, when he'd gotten back from classes, he'd found another note. This time it was You don't need to be frightened. Soap wasn't frightened.

Okay, maybe he was. But... he had fair reason, damn it! Someone was breaking into his fucking dorm and leaving creepy ass notes. Yeah, he was going to be at least a little fucking unnerved.

He had just shredded the note and locked his windows again. He was tempted to get a gun. He knew how to use them, so that wouldn't be a problem, though his campus didn't allow them.

Soap decided against it. It was probably some asshole trying to be funny. In a really shitty way.

Then he found the camera. He'd been searching through his stuff and he found a weird little pile of things on his dresser that he didn't remember making.

In it had been a little circle thing, which was black and plastic. Honestly, it was a testament to Soap's ADHD that he hadn't noticed it, earlier, because the wire was almost obvious.

Soap wasn't sure how he'd felt about it. He'd stomped on it a few times to smash it and then ripped it out of the wall. He was starting to lose his mind. He knew he should tell someone but he just... didn't think it would do anything.

I'm sorry. The camera was too much. Soap frowned when he saw the note.

Another was on his dresser, next to a tiny stuffed bear. Forgive me?

Soap wasn't even sure how he was supposed to answer that. No. He didn't. He took the bear and the notes and threw them away in the dumpster outside.

Luckily, no more notes came until the morning after a particularly shitty date. I told you he didn't deserve you. Soap sighed. He couldn't even feel unnerved at this one.

Before he went to class, he left his own note. Couldn't you have just like left your number or something? Or ask for mine like a normal person?

Soap wasn't even surprised at the text he'd received in the middle of class. I was nervous that would be too forward.

Soap immediately set the name as "stalker" and sighed. Oh well, he hated this class, anyway. And breaking into my dorm and leaving creepy fucking notes, wasn't?

I didn't know how else to talk to you.

You put a camera in my dorm. That's creepy as fuck.

Forgive me, please. I just wanted to be able to see you.

Soap frowned at how sad that almost was. No, no, no. No sympathy for the creepy ass stalker dude. What pronouns should I think you as?

I'm a man.

Soap shrugged. Building a face to the weirdo, now. Are you a tall man?

Taller than most.

Soap flushed a little. He liked tall men. What about your eye color?

Why do you want to know?

I just want a face to the dude who's stalking me.

There wasn't a text back for a while and Soap sighed, slumping a little. He'd asked too many questions too quickly.

However, he perked up near the end of class, hearing his phone buzz.

Blue.

Soap tried to think about it. Tall with blue eyes... What color hair?

Blond.

Soap was starting to build the image of him in his head. He kind of liked what he had made, to be honest. His stalker sounded like his type. You got a name?

You can call me Ghost, if you want.

Soap frowned. Ghost? Ghost? The fuck kind of name is that?

It's not my real one, obviously. I don't want you calling the police on me.

Soap sighed. So Ghost was rather smart. Well, he did manage to keep breaking in and he'd put a camera in his dorm. He had to be some kind of smart for that.

He didn't answer Ghost, just went back to his dorm.

And Ghost didn't text him again for a few days. Soap was honestly sure he'd forgotten about him.

If you met me, you wouldn't like me.

I haven't met you and I don't like you. You keep breaking into my dorm. Soap shook his head at the text, laying in bed.

I said I was sorry.

You're an odd person. Soap responded, snorting. How would an apology make up for that?

Don't be mad at me. I just wanted to be close to you.

You could ask me out like a normal person. Soap sighed. Even if he was a fucking creep, Ghost seemed kind of sad.

You're too good for me.

Then why are you stalking me? Soap frowned a little, confused.

I don't know.

Soap rolled his eyes and tossed his phone across the room. He needed to go to bed.

Again, Ghost didn't contact him again. Soap had decided to give the guy he was trying to date another chance. It'd been kind of nice, honestly.

He'd even walked him up to his dorm and everything.

However, Soap had walked into his dorm to another tiny stuffed animal on his dresser and a single black rose with a skull bead on a ribbon around it.

He's no good for you.

Soap frowned. And he found himself starting to believe it.

I will do a part 2, just this is getting kind of long. Just send me the ask if you want it.

#bunnie's horror night #yellow #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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YESYESYESSSS i would like to go insane w you, thank you very much <3

he’s such a dilf isn’t he

GOD yeah. maybe baba has been really good at school and she's completed all her swimming lessons and idk generally has just been a really cool kid, and matty's like to you "we should get her a present"; you're like "yes. and you know, i think it's time she had her own guitar. i know she can use yours, but babe she's tiny lol she needs one she can actually play without hurting her hand", and matty's eyes just light up like "YES genius idea, sweetheart". so he brings it up to your daughter one saturday evening when they're washing the dishes, and she's so excited she nearly smashes a plate lmfao - the next morning, she barrels into your bedroom at half 7 and jumps on matty like "dad! it's guitar day! wake up!", and matty's like "right yeah ok give me a minute go and get some cereal". as soon as she's out of the room he snuggles back into you like "regretting my decision a bit now", and you giggle like "nah, you'll have the best day with her, you know that". and matty's like "yeah. what are you up to today?", and you're like "hmmm idk. maybe a little pampering day? a bubble bath sounds good"; matty kisses your neck like "mmm, sad i'll not get to see you in it", and you're like "matthew come on get your head out of the gutter", and matty's like "an impossible task when you have a wife as hot as i do" lol. and yeah, you do indulge him for a minute and make out, until your daughter shouts from the kitchen "dad! stop kissing mum and get up!" lmao - once you're both up, matty's like "how did you know we were kissing?" and she's like "because you're ALWAYS kissing", and matty shrugs like "ok yeah fair. we're just in love, though, munchkin, you'll understand when you're older", and baba winces like "no thanks" (you're like "that's my girl!").

anyway, the two of them head into london to go guitar shopping - baba runs full pelt down the street towards the shop, matty lowkey out of breath trying to keep up with her lmao (but he's grinning the whole time at how hype she is). she gets a little bit shy and overwhelmed once she's actually in though, clinging to matty's leg quite adorably as the staff (who know matty fairly well because he's a regular lmfao) ask how they can help - matty ruffles her hair and encourages her like "go on, sweetheart, tell them what you're looking for", and she clears her throat and says "i'd like a 3/4 size acoustic, please. but i don't need a beginner one cos i've been playing dad's so i'm not a beginner" (her pride is evident in the last bit, and matty has to fight to not get emotional about his talented baby lol). and the guy from the shop is really good - he leads her and matty to the correct section, talking them through some of the features of various guitars (matty crouches to her level and patiently explains a bit more about some of them too) and helping her narrow down what exactly she's looking for. he takes one down from the wall for her to try, and as she sits and automatically tests each string to see if it's tuned right the guy from the shop turns to matty like "wow, she really does know her stuff. and i didn't want to bring it out immediately and stereotype her, but we do have that exact guitar in rose pink through the back, if she'd be interested..." - matty's like "oh my god she'd love that lol. yeah, please bring it through", and as the guy goes to get it matty goes and sits with his daughter, who's placidly strumming chords with a little concentrated look on her face. he's like "will you play something for me? anything you want. just to see if you like the feel of it", and she nods and starts strumming something he soon recognises as the only exception by paramore, and he hums along to it a little bit emotionally (his baby!) - he's like "when did you learn that?", and she shrugs like "a couple of weeks ago. mum likes that song, so when i was at uncle adam's i asked if he knew the chords and he wrote them down for me. haven't played it for her yet though", and matty honest to god gets a bit teary like "that's really sweet of you, munchkin, i think mum'll love that" and gives her a little hug. anyway, the shop guy comes back with a guitar case like "how are you getting on with that one?", and your daughter's like "i like it a lot i think i want to get it", and the guy's like "well, before you take it home with you, i thought you might want to see the other colour we have it in..." - he hands your daughter the case to open, and matty gets his phone out to film just as she unzips it and GASPS like "it's pink?! dad, look! they have it in pink!" in total awe. matty giggles like "is this the one for you?", and before he's even finished speaking she's nodding frantically like "yes please can i get it please please please" - she looks so like you all excited that he wouldn't be able to resist her even if he hadn't agreed to buy her a guitar, bless her. so yeah, the guitar is bought (with a shoulder strap to match) and lovingly carried home by your daughter, but not before matty snaps a pic of her grinning as she holds it and sends it into the band fam gc (everyone is Overcome by how cute she is) and makes it his lockscreen. and maybe a week or so later, she gets another guitar-related gift from matty - a set of picks with her name on them, just like the ones the boys use onstage <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty #literal d word #birthday baby

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getting-quicker · 2 years

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You Really Shouldn't Eat Chocolate From Strangers

(A dark story of reality twisting, weight gain, downgrade, premature education, and cuckholding)

Rob was in trouble. Deep shit really. What rotten luck he had to have dropped his Valentine’s Day gift and watch it smash on the pavement.

“Fuck me,” he groaned. The worst part was he had come prepared, not forgetting to get a gift for his girlfriend like other guys. No. His luck was worse than dropping his girlfriend’s gift on Valentine’s Day. His luck was out right cursed as the sound of glass shattering attracted one white haired Skye Agrams.

“Oh nice one,” the arriving Skye chuckled.

Rob hardly noticed the pale girl in the tattered hoodie. “Yeah, a hundred bucks down the drain. Fuck,” Rob cursed, suddenly reminded what his predicament really meant. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I actually had my shit together and now I have to look for a new gift like any other chump.”

“Any other chump,” Skye purred, failing to truly reel in Rob’s notice. “You sound important.”

I am important, Rob thought to himself. I’m THE company asset. If they didn’t have me writing their walls of code the place would be shut down. To think they threw a raise to that girl in finance instead of me.

“What’s important,” Rob decided to say, “is that I find a new gift. God, I’m going to look like I didn’t have a clue. As if I’m like every other guy on the planet.”

“Think you’re better than the average guy,” Skye asked, beginning to feel annoyed that Rob was still more fixed on his broken gift than her.

“No, not really,” Rob said. “I’m pretty average.”

The truth was Rob was well above average. He had great hair, thick and bronze in color. He had a short beard that matched it well and he always kept it fabulously groomed. It was genuine misfortune Rob never showed off his body on the beach or online as he would have at some point been picked up by a talent agent. He didn’t try very hard to stay in shape. He was just naturally, superbly well toned. Truthfully, he was just more focused on making money than worrying about how he looked. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry anyways.

Tall, handsome, and fit by happenstance. The body was for his girlfriend alone. Well, he tried to make it that way. He had been dating Megan for three years. She was pretty enough. A little chubbier these days and while he had been meaning to address that when spring came around he was genuinely happy to have her company when he came home from work every day. Sure, he had wilder partners before Megan and he did cheat on her after going to that club last year. But sweet, innocent Megan didn’t need to know that. It was a lapse of faith and so what? Rob was planning to pop the question next year which was a damn good deal for Megan hitching a guy like him.

“I’ve got a good nose for sniffing out people and who they really are,” Skye said suddenly.

“So do I,” Rob said, finally glancing at Skye. His face wasn’t impressed when he got a good look at her. “Mine tells me you need a shower.”

Skye’s eyes opened wide and she dropped her jaw to open her mouth in silent shock. She then went to sniff her armpits and, partially, pretended to gag, “Oh man, fair enough, heheh. Alright, since you’re obviously a hot shot, and I guess hot, I’ll be a good peasant girl and throw you a bone.”

“Are you selling me crack?”

“Wha-no. Why does everyone-”

“Because you look like you’re about to sell me-”

“I just have that look. Listen. Since you clearly need a new Valentine’s Day gift for your special someone you can just have this,” Skye spun in a circle by the back of her heels and stopped to reveal a heart shaped box of chocolates.

“Where were you hiding-nevermind.” Rob took the box without question, “How much?”

“For a stud like you they’re free,” Skye smiled her horrendous teeth.

“Funny. But for real, I know your game. You bought these and now you’re selling them to all the losers who forgot to get their significant others gifts for Valentine’s Day. I’ll be honest, that’s a pretty clever gig. Something I’d probably pull in high school.”

“Dude,” Skye’s voice was that of earnest disappointment, “who the hell refuses free chocolate? Just take the chocolate! Yeah, I got more ulterior motives than I know what to deal with but can’t a girl get rid of her inventory?”

“So you are a girl,” Rob smiled. Skye only glared. “So how much?”

“You really just want to throw your hard earned cash away at girls. Sweety! That’s fine by me!” Skye clapped her hands over the box of chocolates now in Rob’s hands. A strange act, Rob thought, but honestly what should he expect from this strange girl at this point? “Twenty dollars,” Skye cheered with her hand out.

Cheap. “Deal.”

Skye pinched the crisp bill Rob began to offer, “But on the condition you have just one of those chocolates for yourself. I smell that you need them more,” the last part was a whisper but Rob caught it. He didn’t care.

“I was thinking of taste testing one of them anyway,” Rob admitted. Besides, he thought, Megan’s previous gift was a hundred dollars. He was more than due to indulge in one piece of chocolate.

“Sweet tooth, ehhh?” Skye asked, aiming both her index fingers at Rob.

“No. More like to make sure they’re not spiked.”

Skye almost snickered. To be correctly sniffed out yet to take the sweets anyways? “Then Godspeed, sir.”

……

“Telling me to have one piece of chocolate,” Rob repeated with scorn as he walked down the street. He passed by another guy with a box of chocolates and felt disgusted by how typical a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day was. “Ugh, I don’t even like chocolate.”

He pierced the plastic off the box with his thumb. To his surprise: “Twenty of’em? Jesus,” he took up the first piece from the box, “I paid a dollar a chocolate.”

And so the first piece of chocolate was casually tossed into his mouth: “Hm. Sweet!”

But then he swallowed and while the after taste tingled on his tongue something else rumbled inside him. His stomach growled, suddenly hungry. As it rumbled, the abs he had taken for granted all his life relaxed and melted away. Still slim. Still flat as a board. But no signs of peak physique.

Though that was not noticed by Rob. In fact, as the taste seemed to intensify on his tongue, and as the hunger steadily rose within him, another change occurred. This time in the depths of Rob’s mind. Man, he thought, am I a sucker for chocolate. How did that freak down the road expect me to have only one?

Rob knew he didn’t have a sweet tooth, but left alone with chocolate he knew it was a fight he wasn’t going to win. “I think only Megan likes chocolate more than me,” he chirped to himself as he picked up the second piece. “Only one more though.” Afterall, Rob loved his girlfriend. He loved her for all her faults, even if she might have eaten too much chocolate herself. What was I thinking when I slept with that other girl when I went to the club? It was one of his greatest regrets. Compared to that, what was eating just two pieces of chocolate?

He popped the second piece of chocolate into his mouth. Even sweeter than the last. His face tensed as Rob became convinced the twenty dollar box of chocolate was worth it. Then again, he thought as he swallowed the second piece, he was a certified chocolate lover. Anytime chocolate was being sold he was the first to pay up.

As that thought cemented itself as natural in Rob’s head, the chocolate made its way down to his gut where it decided to kick about and make some room for itself. To Rob it felt like another tingle, another rumble demanding yet more chocolate. Yet after the quake his stomach was left with a faint reach. A very subtle curve. Nothing to grab yet nothing boney like the models.

Rob scratched at his thin beard. A few more months and maybe it would be fully grown and might look like the actors he was trying to mimic. Hopefully. Rob knew he was good looking. But he had been trying to grow the beard for almost a year. Since around that time he almost lost his wits and cheated on Megan at the club. Man that was close and he could have had that smoking hot girl too. He chickened out at the last second though, thinking of Megan.

I kept my faith back then, he thought, and three does make a nice number. And so the third chocolate was plucked between his fingers. Sure, Megan had put on a few pounds since they started dating. But she was hardly chubby. As far as Rob was concerned, seventeen pieces of chocolate wasn’t going to make Megan chubby either. He chewed the third piece.

Fuck me! Rob thought with glee. He knew he had a major sweet tooth, being called the human trash can whenever his co-workers brought in sweets, but these chocolates were the best he ever had! As he swallowed, his belly expanded again, given the impression that he was in fact someone who did have a sweet tooth. Still not chubby. Maybe what some would describe as skinny-fat. A little pudge on his sides and some padding on the front of his gut. You wouldn’t know he had the weight when he was wearing his looser shirts. Megan was the same way. A little bit of harmless pudge on each of their bodies but neither ever thought the gym was necessary.

More was changing than just the growing weight around Rob’s gut. A little went to his cheeks. Buttocks as well as his face. Still good looking but not anything one would expect on the cover of a magazine. It was why he was trying, and struggling to grow a beard. A beard, as Megan suggested, would give him a shaper face and hide his cheeks. His cheeks did so like to blush whenever he flirted. He was red as a tomato when he first started talking to Megan. She thought it was cute. Last year he had gotten abnormally drunk at a club his friends dragged him to, it never did seem to take much alcohol to clutter his wits though, but that night was bad. He flirted with another woman, thought he almost came close to wooing her, but she ended up just giggling at Rob as his face went red then. For the best, he always thought.

Would I have really cheated on Megan if that woman was serious? He asked this question himself from time to time. He would like to imagine, no, of course not, but his cock did seem to have a mind of its own. Six inches and proud of it. But once his face went red that usually meant the rest of the blood in his body was racing the other way. Never took much to get him hard. Megan always took it as flattery, “I’m just that good looking,” she would joke when they got ready to roll around together in bed.

We’ll be rolling around together in the sheets soon enough, Rob thought with excitement. He decided it was best to clear his mind of such thoughts until then. He didn’t want to pitch a tent in public and just thinking about doing the act was enough sometimes. He searched for a distraction and found it in the box of chocolates he was holding. Well, he thought, Megan will probably just have a laugh when I say I already ate my half.

With that justification, Rob took the fourth piece of chocolate and planted it in his mouth. He moaned with delight. More delicious than the last. Just as more weight piled on him. With a groan in his stomach to match his moan, Rob’s belly swelled into the proper classification of chubby. A soft muffin top spilled gently over the sides of his waist. He could still masquerade as skinny with some shirts. And with the right lighting. Megan had the luxury of being able to wear whatever she wanted. Rob, however, didn’t like taking his shirt off whenever their dates took them to the beach.

He itched at the stubble on his fleshy face. He ate chocolate as a snack almost everyday. As such it wasn’t a terrible surprise he felt between the stubble a forming pimple. “Ugh,” he sighed, “on Valentine’s Day. Really?” He wished he was able to grow that beard. He tried but he just couldn’t seem to grow it. If it went beyond stubble the hair just didn’t look right. He needed that beard too. There was a time last year when his co-workers invited him to a club. One drink was enough to dull his senses and he found his courage to flirt with another girl. It went alright for a bit but he knew he didn’t have a chance with his baby face. As it turned out, the girl said she didn’t play around with chubby guys anyways. At least Megan said she never cared about petty things like his weight.

On that thought, what the hell, Rob figured he was fine to have five pieces of chocolate. The rest could wait until he was home. In went chocolate number five and so down Rob went an inch. Both in height and where it perhaps mattered more. He shrank an inch, almost unnoticeable as he walked, but his cock had taken a step down to the ranks of below average. Megan had admitted to him last year she wished he was bigger but she was drunk and Rob figured it didn’t matter as he knew what he was doing.

The only thing Rob wished he could change about himself was his hair since it was pretty thin and he wished he could style it better. Oh and a beard would be cool. He always had a clean face and maybe that wasn’t for the best given how soft his chin was. He sometimes wondered if Megan didn’t like that about him but, no, that was just his self-consciousness getting the better of him.

Rob caught a glimpse of himself in front of the window of the building he was walking by. From a side view he realized how much his chubby gut poked out in front of him. When he looked down he saw only the curve of his belly. He tried to suck it in. It took some effort but there were his shoes hiding beneath. He gasped for air and watched his feet disappear. “Should really consider the gym,” he muttered. Megan went to the gym once a week and she was in great shape for it. He thought then he shouldn’t complain if her gift for him was a gym membership. Megan had an awesome body, she put a lot of effort both into working out every week and doing her makeup. It was only fair, Rob thought, he should try to work on himself too.

But Rob knew he could resist anything but temptation and the chocolate in his possession was very tempting. “I’ll wait until she gives me that membership before I stop eating like a pig!” That was the signal for chocolate six’s turn.

Not only did chocolate six stretch Rob out a little in width, giving him meatier hips and legs, and of course more girth to his gut allowing it to jiggle with every step he now took, he again scaled down in height. 5’8. Short, according to Megan. Yet she was two inches shorter than him. She had a habit for teasing her boyfriend. His height, his chubby gut, his need to shower to get the grease out of his hair. Rob’s member must have liked it. Anytime he was teased it would get him rock hard. At first Megan said it was a compliment but she didn’t like the fact Rob could last only a few minutes in bed.

Megan would tell Rob he had two things to work on, “You need to go to the gym with me every other day. Lose some weight before that double chin really takes shape on you.”

“I know, I know,” Rob would say, knowing above his budding second chin his face was going red.

“And we got to find a way to make you last longer, hun,” she would say, grabbing his meat right there and then.

“I know, I-hnng…” He would get hard right there and Megan would giggle. She would kiss him on his cheek but by that point Rob would feel embarrassed and when he felt embarrassed?

“Hate when she does that,” he thought, feeling drool form at his lips as he eyed chocolate number seven. I’ve been chubby all my life. I was chubby when I met Megan. How bad is it I just want to indulge here and there?

Chocolate seven had no objections and down it went, making his chubby gut bloated into a more swollen state, fixed under a soft chest of emerging moobs.

God, I’ve been gaining weight since I started dating Megan, Rob thought. What can I do? I sit on my ass all day at home and at work. He wished his co-workers were nicer to them. He was the premier code guy after all but that seemed to only make him the weird guy on top of the heaviest guy at work. One time he asked if he could tag along with his co-workers and visit this club they were going to. They promptly said no and that he would ‘cramp their style.’ Sure, they apologized for admitting the truth right there. But that didn’t forgive the snickers he would hear, whenever he was purchasing a few snickers from the vending machine.

“You should have tagged along with them anyways,” Megan said, texting on her phone, laying on the couch with her toned legs crossed up. “You got to be more assertive, put yourself out there to make friends, sweety.”

“Can’t I hang out with you tonight,” Rob asked, unwrapping an ice cream. “You’re hanging out with your friends, aren’t you?”

“Like, yeah, but you know how my friends feel about you.”

Rob felt a rush of shame before sticking the ice cream in his mouth, “What happened was an accident.”

“Hun, you looked at Becky’s cleavage and got an erection in front of everyone. I mean, sheesh! And you know how much I hate that Becky is D-Cup when I’m like C. How do you think that made me feel, hmm?”

Rob went red. “I didn’t mean to…”

Megan smiled and rolled her eyes, “You really got to learn to control yourself,” she narrowed her eyes and gave a more mischievous smile then. “That includes not eating a whole box of ice cream everyday.”

“Sorry…”

“And stop saying sorry all the time, hun, it’s fine,” Megan giggled.

“Sor-right. So, maybe I can tag along then? Should keep me from eating any more ice-”

“Yeah, no, sorry, babe. Becky asked to make sure you specifically didn’t tag along.”

“Isn’t Ryan and Brad going out with you guys though?”

“Yeah, haha, but, y’know. Becky is just sort of creeped out still over the whole thing.” A car horn honked outside. “That’s them. Don’t wait up, sweety. Check out that movie I was telling you about on Netflix. Tomorrow you can take me out to dinner, okay?” She kissed Rob on the cheek and skipped out the door. Rob knew he’d be finishing that box of ice cream that night.

A co-worker told Rob the next day he saw Megan and her friends at the very same club he wanted to hang out at. Apparently Megan danced a lot with another guy who got rather handsy. When he confronted Megan she assured him, “Rob, I swear, nothing came out of it. Antonio just likes to show affection with his hands and believe me, he’s like, a master dancer.” She saw Rob wasn’t amused by her answer. “Rob, listen to me.” She took his hands, “I promise you. I. Promise. There was nothing more to it than that.”

Rob blinked away, “Okay.” The conversation went on a lot longer and a few heartfelt tears were shed. By the end they made up that night. Rob lasted two and a half minutes. He knew Megan wasn’t happy about that but she wasn’t in a position to complain. Not until next week. As for the rest of the year? That’s when the anxiety eating really kicked it and Rob went from chubby to borderline fatass.

“I can’t stop gaining,” Rob muttered to himself again in the present day. He worried what would happen if he continued to gain weight. If he became truly fat. What would Megan do then? Would she go dancing with more Antonios? He didn’t want to chew on the thought. Instead he chewed on chocolate number eight.

Eight went down Rob’s throat. Tasted better than lucky number seven. Though it left behind a blatant double chin on his chubby face and it made gas fill his bloated gut. His upset belly forced him to let out a fart like it seemed to make him every hour on the hour. His belly jiggled about until it settled on a shape that was undeniably fat. Soft and sagging moobs over a fat belly that was tightly wrapped up by his anime T-shirt. His butt-crack peaked out from his wide rear and his legs and arms thickened with each wobble he made down the street.

“Valentine’s Day,” he mumbled, dreading the day. He knew it would not be very romantic. A fat loser like him was lucky to be with a gorgeous 10/10 like Megan. Hell, all twenty thousand of her Instagram followers knew he was lucky when they spotted him in the background of a selfie Megan took in their apartment. Megan deleted the photo and he later spotted posts saying that was just her brother visiting.

That was hurtful, Rob always thought. But that was nothing compared to a year ago.

Megan rushed out the door to get wasted with her friends like she did every Friday night. Rob dared to ask to go with but she only laughed in response. She blew him a kiss and left through the door. She didn’t come home until the next evening. By then Rob was already alerted by a co-worker that she had slept with a man named Antonio.

“He saw you leave with him,” Rob said through his tears, unable to hold them back. “I know *sniff* I know…”

“Honey-bear, no,” Megan smiled, “that must have been someone else. You know I’m a total trend setter. There’s probably lots of girls with double Ds and platinum blonde hair like me. That’s all!”

Rob explained he saw the photos taken and shared around. Megan tried to come up with more outlandish possibilities until her story fell apart and soon so did she. She broke down in tears. Rob joined her. Eventually they made up. But they hadn’t had sex for months. The one time they did between now and then: Rob lasted a minute and twenty seconds. Megan was timing it. She gave him shit for it.

Rob’s four inch cock twitched as he thought about how the night might play out. “Maybe I’ll get lucky THIS year…”

He didn’t even realize he was putting chocolate nine between his lips.

A little more weight to his ass and sides. A little less height as he shrunk and squashed downward. He was 5’5. A whole inch shorter than Megan. She hated that about him. Often remarked she wished he was taller. That was even her excuse a year ago when she got caught cheating on Rob.

“Well, can you blame me? You’re five foot fuckin’ five, Rob. It’s embarrassing just being seen with your fat ass in public. And don’t even get me started with you downstairs behind all that FAT. You’re not even four inches long, Rob! That’s a kid’s dick! You-you-you look like a fat kid on the fucking playground. Of course I’m gonna fuck other men! REAL men!”

“Were…there…there were others?” Rob sobbed.

Megan shook her head in disbelief, “Honestly, Rob. I always thought you sort of knew. Thought you just never wanted to have this conversation because, fuck, man. What are we supposed to do now that the cat’s out of the bag?”

That question hit Rob with a fright. He loved Megan! He didn’t want to lose her despite what had happened. “H-how…how long have you been seeing other guys?”

Megan just sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. “It was right before our first Valentine’s Day together.” That made the pain fresh all over again and a sadness appeared in Megan’s eyes. She must have known how terrible that was. “The date was coming up and I couldn’t stop thinking about how…how…disappointing you are. You’re out of shape, you’re a slob. You…you can’t even last a whole minute in bed, Rob. I figured that’s why you would have been okay with me seeing other guys. It’s kind of your fault that way, you know?”

Rob looked at Megan with wounded, watery eyes.

“Okay, that’s not what I meant. I mean, it is. That’s where it started. I wanted a real man for Valentine’s Day. And ever since then…”

“So what now?” Rob sniffed.

“I still like you, Rob. I still, you know. Still want to be with you. But I’ve got needs. Needs you just can’t satisfy. So…”

It wasn’t too long of a conversation after that. It wasn’t a title Rob embraced but that was the night he accepted his role as a cuckold. Rob had never slept with another woman besides Megan. He always figured he was doing something right with her. But he was wrong. A year since then and Megan had slept with a number of other men. At least she didn’t brag about it. It was the dark secret of their relationship. Judging by the laughs he would hear when he would waddle by the cubicles of his co-workers: It probably wasn’t a very well-kept secret.

“Maybe tonight I’ll be the one she wants to have sex with…” Rob could only hope. He had urges too but sex was rather clumsy when they tried. His gut got in the way. He weighed too much to top. He was always out of breath before long no matter what they did. They pulled the feat off once since their relationship became open one-sided. Rob lasted forty seconds. At least the other three times they again attempted sex, each time ending early with a lazy handjob, Rob somehow managed to make it a minute those times. Megan just sighed and went back to her phone.

The thought of those miserable dates made Rob hungry. He gobbled up chocolates ten and eleven together.

With a bounce his belly pushed the boundaries of fat to tuba themed fat-fuck. A near double belly poured forward over his buried two and half inch cock. His massive ass and hips swaying behind him. He stood only 5’3. He had often been mistaken for a woman from behind. Even from the front when his fat man tits were the first things seen. But when most saw his face they just gagged. A few pimples here. A deep double chin there. A piggish nose and little, sad eyes. When people saw Rob they saw a fat loser. Dressed in ill-fitting, tight and often torn shirts of obscure Japanese animation and stretched sweatpants. Sweatpants often sporting stains below the shadow of his pale monster gut.

Waddling was a brutal exercise, Rob thought as his wobbling began to cause him to sweat. What was I thinking going to the store on foot? A few blocks away? That may as well be a state over! He grunted as he made his way to the last turn to his apartment. He was almost there. Mixed feelings awaited him there.

“I wish I had a real girlfriend,” he found himself sighing. As it stood, Megan was a girlfriend only in name.

The relationship started out “real” enough. Rob thought it was too good to be true. A chubby loser with strange interests in animation and video games. Megan meanwhile was a bombshell and a popular e-celebrity for her makeup tutorials and vlogs. It didn’t take too long for a knock-out like Megan to discover Rob’s terrible secret.

“Oh my God!” Megan snorted in laughter during one of their first dates over at Rob’s apartment. “Did you! Haha! Did you seriously just cum in your pants!”

“It-it’s a serious, fuck, ahghh! It's a real condition. I get excited and-and-and-ahh, fuck, I just lose control. You’re-you’re very pretty,” he tried to say.

“Dude, I saw you oggling my ass from the reflection of the window.”

“Okay,” Rob was quick to concede. “Your ASS is very pretty!” For that, Rob heard one of the very few genuine laughs he was able to get out of Megan. Though she accepted the apparent condition, even said it was flattering, the relationship didn’t feel very real long after that.

As Rob suspected. It was too good to be true.

Just before their first valentine’s together, a man mistook Rob as just one of Megan’s fans. Megan, who had stepped away to use the bathroom, had no idea one of her friends with benefits was explaining to her boyfriend outside how much they fuck on the side. That was an awkward chicken salad that day.

“Just a fan,” Rob cursed as the memory flared in his head. He wrote code for a company and practically kept the lights on. Of course they never gave him any raises for it. Meanwhile Megan made more money than him. But that wasn’t until after they had started dating for a few months. A few months where Megan became comfortable living off of Rob’s checks. By the time Megan’s career online really took off she had grown to like Rob somewhat. At least for his money. Either way, she wanted the arrangement to last.

Rob sat on the couch like a dumb child as Megan explained how things were going to be. “So…we’re not really boyfriend and girlfriend?” His heart was genuinely broken. She was his first girlfriend and if he was being honest he knew she would probably be his only. The fact she was so stunningly beautiful made the ultimatum just that much more demanding. Whenever Rob got to play with Megan’s tits, hell, whenever he just watched her shake her ass from working out at home, he would lose control and cream his pants. Megan would laugh but Rob didn’t mind all that much. He was getting damn good shows and she even took his virginity. He only lasted seven seconds but that still counted!

Megan said it all out right. “Honestly, Rob. What choice do you got? You really think you’ll ever do better than me?” Rob felt his tiny cock twitch in submission as he bowed his head. “That’s what I thought,” Megan said while pre-cum stained Rob’s underwear.

Rob tried to protest when Megan started bringing other guys over. He had hoped she would keep her flings away from the apartment he paid for but no such luck. He would touch himself to the sounds of Megan getting her brains fucked a room over. Rob never lasted as long as the guy making Megan moan. At least he got to cuddle with Megan in their bed afterwards. At least the guy fucking his girlfriend made his spot on the bed warm for him.

Another twitch to his little prick. “Maybe if I ask nicely Megan will give me a handjob for Valentine’s Day,” Rob hoped as chocolates twelve through fourteen were crammed into his sweaty, pimpled face.

As Rob’s belly rumbled and jiggled his gas built up and he let out a rude fart. When he had to fart he had to fart so he just let it rip. His dick was the same way really. Whenever he had to cum he didn’t really have a say in the matter. The sensation of arousal meant the geyser was about to erupt so get ready.

He wiped the sweat off his brows as his body shrunk down some and spread out to the sides to accommodate. “Fuck, I hate walking.” To be fair, Rob hadn’t walked in years. Now he just waddled and complained about having to wobble everywhere. There was a time he was just chubby. Well, just fat, rather. A time before obesity swallowed him whole. Then he met Megan.

It was crazy to meet her in real life. Megan was really taking off on social media. Rob was even an early subscriber to her only fans. They found out they lived in the same town, one thing led to another, and Rob offered to pay for all the rent if they could live together. At first he thought he was dating Megan. But then before Valentine’s Day, when Rob came home to Megan coupling with another man, a man who could actually see his cock when he looked down, Rob realized their relationship wasn’t quite normal.

“You’re more like an admin for my business,” Megan explained.

“But we’ve…we’ve…y’know,” Rob couldn’t even say what they did without blushing.

“We didn’t do anything, Rob. I was drunk one night and we TRIED to do something but you blew your load like you always do and I went to sleep. And then you farted and I kicked you out of the room. Honestly, you realize real couples share the same bed right? You never thought it was strange I had you move out of your own bedroom and take up space in the guest room?”

“I…I don’t really know how other couples work,” Rob confessed.

“Hm,” Megan was already losing interest in the conversation, moving her eyes to her phone and the tinder notifications coming from it. “You know Rob, I kind of like you. If you want, we can try dating.”

“R-really!?” Rob’s spirits shot up, as if it was no big deal he caught her fucking another man an hour ago.

“With a condition,” Megan said, eyes on her phone.

“What? I’ll do anything!”

“You know what a cuckold is?”

True to his word, Rob did do anything. Though ironically, they became less physically intimate after that day. There was more teasing to be sure. More exaggerated pet names and assurances of, “you ARE my boyfriend, Rob.” But rules followed. Rob wasn’t ever allowed to see Megan naked unless she was getting plowed by another guy. It used to be she would bounce her great big tits for him to splooge his pants over but now she had to watch another man bounce her tits for him. Rob didn’t like it at first but his two inch prick loved it. Or maybe it just loved seeing a naked woman with bouncing tits. Regardless, Rob would watch Megan get railed and he would soak the bottom of his obese belly with load after load of semen.

“I hope I get to watch her get fucked tonight,” Rob prayed as he waddled down the street. It was Valentine’s Day after all. That had to count for something. Maybe she would even strip in front of him. No other guy involved. A show just for him!

He was so excited about the idea he hadn’t noticed he was eating the last of the chocolates he had gotten for her. Leaving stains on his fat face, Rob crammed his mouth with chocolates fifteen through nineteen. He chomped away like a pig as his cock shrunk to measly and pathetic one inch. It became more sensitive, able to explode when he simply imagined sex, never involving him of course. He was a good little cuck. And little he was indeed. Besides his micropenis, a shameful button of flesh hidden deep beneath his morbidly obese belly and oversized fupa, Rob stood at a comical 4’8. Under five feet, even Megan towered over him. But he liked being a little smol boy as she put it. Put his eyes on the level of her massive, bouquet tattooed tits. Of course, his tits were almost the same size but hers were far perkier. Also her tits had flowers on them. His just had pimples.

Leaving chocolate stains on his belly and old, unwashed hentai shirt, Rob farted and filled his yellowed sticky underwear with a steady flow of precum. “So much fuckin’ walking. But maybe I’ll get to watch Megan get freaky tonight, eheh.” He ended that thought with a fart.

It was just before their first Valentine’s Day Megan explained to her roommate and top fan that he could be her personal cuck slave if he gave her full control of his bank account. Naturally that meant Rob would be granted an allowance for all his snacks and anime merch. But Megan got the rest. Rob, obsessed with one of the internet’s most sexy e-girls, was prepared to make the ultimate commitment. Nobody gave more money to Megan than Rob. In return, Rob was able to satisfy his cuckold fetish with the woman of his dreams. One time when Megan was drunk she asked if Rob wanted to try and actually see if sex was possible for him. He came immediately at the proposition. Rob remained a virgin.

There was a condition for Rob to be with Megan in their strange arrangement however. “I’ll be straight up, pig-face. I’m kind of a psychopath. The story about me bullying that girl into the psych ward isn’t some online creepypasta. I did that shit one hundred percent.” Megan giggled as if this was something silly. “So if you want to be my personal pig you have to look the part.”

“W-what do you mean?” Rob asked, feeling his button-prick tightened with pleasure. The load was already on the way.

“I want you to gain a fuck ton of weight. I want you to get fat. Fatter, I mean, haha. I want there to be no way you ever get with another girl. You’re mine. I want you fat, ugly, and totally unable to control-”

Rob already came in his pants. The stains pooled across his sweatpants.

Megan smiled, “Good pig.”

He started eating a lot from then on. A lot of chocolate in particular. The weight piled on and obesity latched on to his pulsating arteries. Whenever Rob got caught between doors Megan would just laugh and take photos for God only knew where. Rob would just send a fresh load of jizz to sail warmly down his blubbery legs.

Today it was sweat speeding down the jiggling tree chunks of flesh that were Rob’s legs. He had wanted to move out to an apartment that was on the first floor but Megan said it was funny to see him come up out of breath and covered in sweat. Eventually, after a lot of huffing and a lot of chocolate flavored belching, the sweaty embarrassment that was Rob made its way upstairs to his apartment.

“Hey,” Rob belched out, “I’m back. You home, Megan?”

Megan came up in a loose shirt. A guy was over, Rob realized. “Phew, you stink pig. Rolling out in the mud were you?”

“No,” Rob said before wheezing for a fresh breath of air. He caught a whiff of himself. He did smell fouler than usual. “I…ugh…I got you some chocolates but uh…”

Megan chuckled, “Oh, of course. The human blob ate them all already. Chocolates actually would have been nice for today. I could have shared them with Brad.”

“I know…I’m sorry, ma’am…oh, there’s one left.”

Megan swiped the last remaining piece of chocolate. “I’ll take that. Clearly you’ve had enough for several lifetimes.”

She ate the last piece of chocolate.

A flash of light seemed to go off then. Rob’s eyes widened in shock before twisting around her horror. He examined himself, grabbed at all his sweaty folds, nearly suffered a heart attack when he saw his reflection in the window, “What…what…what the fuck?”

“Piggy? You okay?” Megan asked as she swallowed the chocolate.

In an instant, two worlds collided. All of Rob’s old memories returned. Fusing with the new. Understanding both as the truth. He remembered the man he once was. The woman Megan used to be. Yet he understood at once what they had become.

And he knew why. “The girl…the girl with the white hair…”

“Gawking at other girls?” Megan frowned. “I told your fatass you aren’t allowed to look at any other women besides me. I was going to let you watch tonight but now you can’t for another two months.”

“No, no, you’re-you’re supposed to-to-oh, ahh,” no watching my girlfriend Megan get fucked by other men for two months? Ooh! “No! I-she-ahh-hrnnng!” That’s so hot, Rob’s brain thought for him as his button pulsed. “HRNNG!” It’s so hot Megan used to be my girlfriend but now she’s an internet whore and I’m a fat, premature manlet cuckold!

“AAH!” *SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT* “Hrnng-” *SPURT* *SPURT* “Ahhh….ahhh…”

Though his old memories returned, his new brain remained. As much as he despised and was disgusted by what he was about to say, “th-thank you, ma’am. Hnng. Ahh, that’s-that’s very hot…oohhh. I’ll be a good boy from now on…” he meant every word.

Megan accepted Rob’s promise as Rob, shamefully, blissfully, dreadfully, accepted his new reality. “Well, good,” Megan said. “You can listen to Brad and I go at it though. But no peeking this time! Oh, and go order me some chocolate, alright. I’ll give you some money from your allowance. Try not to eat those too, will you? Happy Valentine’s Day.” Megan walked off on that note. Rob watched her shapely rear take leave and felt the next round of cum burning inside him and ready for premature release.

“Yes, ma’am…” he moaned, obedient, still hungry for more chocolate.

#downgrade #beta #pathetic #prejac #reality change #loser

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