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mv1simp · 3 months ago

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The Take ♥️

Trainer! Max Verstappen x Midsize!Reader

I wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes, you'll get it babe (take you down, I really wanna take you down)

Everyone knows Max Verstappen hates having to workout out constantly. If it wasn't for his physically demanding career as a F1 driver, his choice of a workout would involve a weekly padel game with his mates and FIFA on his PS5. His trainer tries something different and gets Max to be the instructor for once - to you, a sweet and naive girl whose jerk boyfriend told her to lose weight. Max couldn't resist using a hands on method to help you get your confidence back.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark max girlies rejoice we’re back in action, naive! Chubby! reader, dubcon, explicit cheating but reader’s boyfriend is an absolute jerk hehe, size kink, WC 2.7k

Rupert, Redbull's physical trainer that had been delegated to none other than the legendary champion driver Max Verstappen, was at his wit’s end with his client. With his 4 world championships, Max was very familiar with the intense workout routine an F1 driver needed to maintain. It was just, well, he was just sick of the same repetitive timetable over and over again. And his physical trainer could see the results reflecting in Max’s pre season testing, seeing how Max’s numbers were admittedly very good, they were not as high as they’d been in the past.

Everything Rupert had tried to brainstorm to inspire Max had fallen short. From different workout locations (Monaco is only so big, after all), to the most unique exercise techniques he had googled (Brazilian cold water immersive Pilates did not resonate with Max) - everything had come up short. At his wit’s end, Rupert decided to throw a last ditch resort at Max - training you.

You’re a pretty, pure hearted twenty something marketing executive in Monaco, with a narcissistic boyfriend who thinks he’s a top shot with the new money he’s raking in from making a new app. Such a top shot that he feels entitled to hire a personal trainer for his sweet girlfriend, demanding you look like a perfect Insta model. That’s what every man in Monaco wants! he says patronisingly to you, gaslighting you into attending the training. That’s why he reached out to Rupert, a very famous trainer - who consequently dumps you onto Max, stating that he needed a two week holiday from the Dutchman and he could take over his new client. You’ll survive, it’s the off season, he says to Max with a deadpan expression as he waves goodbye.

Max is pissed, of course. What the fuck was Rupert thinking, making a four time world champion F1 driver, multimillionaire, and just general degenerate gamer train some random goldigger chick? He’s rolling his eyes as he walks into his usual gym, where Rupert had told you to turn up. He’s ready to tell you to fuck off, all Mad Max and all, because no way was he wasting his time-

And then he lays eyes on you, and his heartbeat stutters. In front of him, oblivious to the predatory stares of men around her, is the cutest little thing he’s ever seen. You’re dressed in a matching workout set, tugging at the edge of your tight shorts a little self consciously, looking around with innocent wide doe eyes. Fucking hell, Rupert had most certainly not mentioned his new client had the body of a pornstar, all luscious tits and ass and chubby cheeks, and a face that looked like an angel. Max couldn’t wait to sink his big, bad teeth into the sweet looking lamb who stumbled right into his toned arms.

Smirking devilishly, he introduces himself as your new trainer. You gasp, eyes widening cutely, feeling butterflies swirl in your tummy at the tall, handsome and muscular blonde in front of you. Shall we get started? he murmurs, a gorgeous smile on his face and pretty blue eyes intently locked on you. I have to say, I’m surprised you signed up for such an intensive course, he says in an incredibly attractive, deep Dutch accent. You look like you’re in…great shape, if you don’t mind me saying, he adds, observant gaze flicking down to take in your curves. You flush, not minding the attention at all from such a hot trainer!

That’s so sweet of you to say! You say, blushing cutely and looking down, completely missing how Max’s heated gaze glances down your tight crop top, his taller height perfect to get an eyeful of your tempting cleavage. You tell him that actually, it wasn’t your idea, but your boyfriends’s…he thinks I’m too fat, you say with a pout.

What, Max says with a scowl that he quickly smooths when you peer up anxiously at the sudden spike in his mood. Honey was definitely a better way to win over something as sweet and innocent looking as you than poison. Well, ignore whatever your boyfriend wants. You’re here only for your own fitness and confidence, okay?

You beam up at him, nodding enthusiastically. God, Max couldn’t wait to have you for himself. Your boyfriend sounded like an absolute pathetic loser, telling someone as perfect and beautiful as you to change her body. Doesn’t matter, because it made it all the easier for Max to win you over. And he’d make sure to have his fun while doing it.

He’d started all your regular sessions with him with a good pre workout stretch, of course. Taking you into a side room to shield you from the hungry eyes of the other male gym goers, because only Max deserved to see your pretty body bent over for him. It didn’t stop others from walking past the glass door multiple times to ogle you, much to Max’s annoyance. But you remained clueless, twisting yourself in whatever position Max ordered you too like a good student.

And Max was such a nice instructor. He showered you with praise over the tiniest thing, making you blush up a storm, enjoying his reassuring and comforting voice. He was so different to your mean boyfriend! Max’s large hands settled on your soft body, helping position you perfectly, as he huskily whispered in your ear for you to bend forward, all the way like that, good girl. Can you touch your toes for me?

And when you can’t quite get there, he places a strong hand across your lower back to give you that extra push. His hand sometimes drifts lower, to your plump ass, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he instructs you. You gasp, and when he pretends to be none the wiser and ask you what’s wrong, schatje? in such a gentle tone, calling you darling in Dutch, you shyly stammer that you’re kinda sensitive down there…your boyfriend had said he wasn’t going to touch you until you lost weight!

Max’s brain temporarily short circuits at this information. Your idiotic boyfriend wasn’t fucking you every chance that he got? And judging by the way you’re shyly looking away and rubbing your thighs together, it had been a very long time since you’d been properly handled by anyone. Max would bet his multi story yacht that even when you had been sleeping with your boyfriend, he wasn’t making you cum. Leaving you so sexually frustrated that Max just feeling up your lush ass was getting you all hot and bothered. How cute, the Dutchman thinks, unable to hide the devious grin on his face at the new information.

He guided you back into position, his strong hips digging into yours from the back. The full wall mirror in front of you given Max a delicious view of your tits practically spilling out of your top as you lean forward. Good thing your ass is so fat he can easily hide his impressive semi erection behind it, he thinks cheekily. He can’t resist leaning forward and grinding himself against you, just for a second, leaving you gasping and looking behind you with a confused expression - only to find Max innocently looking at you. Something wrong, schatje? he says so sweetly that you feel embarrassed for even wondering what he was doing behind you.

He’ll have to do something about all the hungry states from the other gym goers though - he can’t have them even thinking about something which belongs to him. He glares at anyone who dares look at you through the glass doors, but he needs a more permanent solution.

So for the next session he invites you to his house, where he has a mini gym on his penthouse balcony. You’re unsure at first, but after Max tells you it’s just so hard for him to focus on your sessions at the gym, with the way everyone is always asking him for an autograph or a selfie…you say yes immediately, because you’d never want to make it harder for him when he’d been such a caring trainer! Soon enough he has you all to himself in his outdoor gym, wearing another one of your cute workout sets. Except he wanted to see more of your pretty body, so the next day he hands you a PR package - asking if you wanted to try on the gift from one of his sponsors. You beam at his thoughtful gesture, quickly getting changed into the slutty outfit he’s hand selected.

Max smirks wickedly as he helps stretch you out again, this time with your thighs bent up almost to your flushed face. The blue booty shorts are so tiny they’re practically underwear, slipping into your tanned asscheeks and giving you a cameltoe, much to your embarrassment. You squirm as Max’s keen gaze goes right to your pussy brushing up against his abs - separated only by a thin layer of spandex. Because of course, Max worked out shirtless at home - it’s far too warm! Getting better but still not flexible enough, sweetheart Max says with a disapproving tone that has you scrambling for his approval. Here, let me help you.

He pushes down on your thighs with his huge hands. Your tits almost spill out of the tiny cropped singlet he has you in when he buries his face into them. M-Max! you stammer, asking what he was doing, was it really needed, but he just reassures you that it absolutely was. After all, you didn’t want to pull a muscle and stop being able to exercise for two weeks, right? His deep voice is muffled against your plush tits as he pressed in deeper, making you squirm some more when his lips brush against your hard nipples.

He helps you cool down afterwards too, like the dedicated coach he is. You’re so grateful for all the deep muscle relaxation techniques he knows, moaning blissfully as you lay sprawled underneath him as he massages your sore body. He started with your legs and arms, and then your tense abs, and then one strong palm squeezing your lush tits and the other cupping your pussy through your sports set. You were always embarrassingly wet after your workouts, with all the close proximity to Max, and prayed he didn’t notice how soaked your shorts had become as he rubbed his palm encouragingly against your cunny. You couldn’t stop the contended moans as you arched into his skilled hands, finding the tension draining from your muscles completely.

Soon you’re over at Max’s everyday, working out longer and longer. To your delight, Max asks if you’d mind helping him with his workout! You’re so eager to return the favour after he’s been so considerate, taking time out of his busy schedule just to train you. All you had to do was sit on his back as he did push ups-

You insist that there was no way he could do that, you were way too heavy, what if he hurt himself? All it takes is one cocky smirk from him to convince you, and you climb onto his back, gasping in amazement as his muscular back flexes when he easily starts during push ups. You’re completely distracted by how attractive he looks, so much more broader and stronger than your own boyfriend who couldn’t even lift you up! You feel a bit guilty thinking that but don’t get time to think about it - because next you’re helping Max with his hip thrusts. You squeal as his impressive legs thrust you into the air with a bounce, making your sensitive pussy land on his rock hard cock each time. You stabilise yourself with hands on his abs, running over the taut, sweaty muscle, so enamoured with the sight that you don’t notice Max’s blue gaze fixed on your jiggling tits with each bounce. Mmmh-Ah! H-how many more do you have to do, Max? you say breathlessly, feeling yourself start to get more and more turned on with each thrust of his hips. You felt so dirty, practically dripping through your booty shorts onto his lower abs, feeling all horny while he was just trying to work out!

Just a few more, he says vaguely, grasping onto your thick asscheeks to steady you as he continues meanly grinding his angry, hard cock into your soft cunny. You end up cumming through your shorts, desperately biting down on your lips to keep silent but failing to suppress your slutty moans. You were so cute and naive that you had no clue Max was just dry jumping you to orgasm. Training your perfect body to respond to his, just how he wanted it.

He left you in your post orgasmic bliss on his outdoor couch to cool down as he ventured inside. He’d been planning on jerking off his raging erection in the shower, not wanting to scare you off with his impressive load. But when he caught sight of the protein powder on his kitchen counter top, he couldn’t resist. All it took was a couple pumps and the image of you riding him with your bouncing tits for him to cum, filling a good half of the glass he tops off with a protein smoothie. When he hands you his homemade drink, you thank him with wide doe eyes. You’re such a thoughtful trainer, Max! you say sincerely, eagerly drinking his gift. Mmmh, it tastes amazing, what ingredients did you use? He winks and tells you it’s a top secret world class athlete recipe.

Max is completely addicted to feeding you his thick load and has you equally addicted, asking shyly if he’d make you another one of his smoothies after each session. He figured he has you enamoured enough with him to take things to the next level when you start asking for seconds. The thing is, schatje, since I eat so much protein and supplements, my sperm is super high in nutrients…but it’s not safe for you to take so much protein directly as a girl! So that’s why I had to put it in your drink, okay? You nod with wide eyes, your jaw dropped open in shock as Max unties his shorts to show you his huge swollen cock that’s been feeding you for days. You dazedly ask if maybe you should be getting “fed” from your boyfriend instead, you weren’t sure if he’d be mad if he found out-

Max cuts off your worries immediately, promising you that only his cum would be able to provide you with what you needed. In fact, you shouldn't be going anywhere near your boyfriend's weak release. You nod quickly, wanting to show Max what a good student you were, completely willing to obey him. And when he asks if you'd help him out in making your smoothie today, since his hand was kinda tired after so many days, you eagerly say yes! Soon you're snuggled up by his side, letting him guide both your hands up and down his cock. You're in awe of how big and hot his shaft looks, you'd never seen one that size. You swallow back drool in your mouth, already craving your daily treat, and when Max slyly suggests that you could just drink directly from the source? you're on him in seconds. Dutifully sucking and jerking him off, making him hiss and grab your hair as he thrusts in deep and cums with a deep moan. He makes you stick out your tongue afterwards to make sure you didn't waste even a drop.

Good girl. Let's do your cool down massage in the shower today, hmm? It's so fucking hot out. Max's praise fills you with heady warmth and you giddily agree, letting him guide you into his luxurious shower to cool down, stripping out of your skimpy workout set.

Too bad you ended up doing a lot more cardio than cooling down behind the steamed glass. Max grins devilishly as you both watch his cock go in and out of your creamy pussy together, every thrust making you scream his name and hold onto him desperately. After all, fucking up against the bathroom wall was a much more effective workout, right?

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nerdygirlramblings · 4 months ago

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continued adventures of omegaverse!141

an: the idea of separate task force and pack comes directly from @dragonnarrative-writes and their amazing 'Autumn Embers' series

You leave breakfast feeling both lighter and heavier. An invitation to join the 141 is a dream come true, and the idea that someone other than Captain Price was speaking favorably about your skills is intoxicating. You only know the members of the 141 by reputation, so you don't know who'd seen you on the shooting range. You wish you knew so you could properly thank them.

When he'd made the offer, Price said he'd like to speak to you more formally at 1600. You've never been anything but basic infantry, so you wonder what needs to happen to ensure your transfer into the 141. To keep yourself circling around things you can't control, you focus on leading your squad through basic land nav maneuvers.

After land nav and lunch, it's sparring and workouts in the gym. The room is busier than you like, especially as you aren't here for yourself. The constant eyes on you and your squad throw them off, but you use it to remind them all how important it is to focus despite the pressure. It certainly isn't an active battlefield, but the fight - flight - freeze reaction can help train them out of that headspace.

When it's finally time to meet Price, you dismiss your squad for the day and head to the base office complex. He told you where to find him, and you're knocking at the door a few minutes early.

"Punctual," he rumbles when he opens the door. "'s a good sign." He gestures you into his office and you notice it's spartan nature. There are only a few items in the wall: mostly awards and commendations. There's a single photo frame on the desk but positioned so only Price, or someone on his side of the desk, can see it. You wonder what it is. It must be special to be one of the few personal items in the room.

The space is dominated by a large walnut desk meant to intimidate. As if his leading 141 isn't enough. As though being an alpha, and a large one at that, wasn't already nerve-wracking for anyone sitting across from him.

He must know how the optics of the space works because he comes and sits in the chair left open next to you. He has a thin folder in his hand as he sits.

"I wanna clear the air 'bout something first. I'm sure ya know the 141's an elite task force. But we're also a pack. I know lots 'a military packs form 'cause 'a proximity: always stationed tahgether or 'round one another all the time without really bein' compatible. But that ain't us. We're compatible as a task force an' a pack. But, and I wanna stress this, being pack ain't necessary to be on the task force. Task force wan's yer skill. 'owever, if ya do join the task force, we've already decided we're open at courtin' ya, if yer open ta bein' courted."

You reel, feeling like the ground has opened underneath you. Price must notice the panic in your eyes because he forges on.

"What I got 'ere," he lifts the slim folder, " is transfer orders. Effective immediately, or as immediately as I submit 'em. They've already got my signature. Once ya sign, if yer interested in bein' on the 141, ya'd train wi' us, run drills an' simulations wi' us. Like squads, we eat tahgether an' have the same R&R. Only thing ya wouldn' do is move inta the barracks wi' us. Not unless ya decided ya wanted to be part 'a the pack. Ya'd still work wi' recruits, but ya wouldn' 'ave a specific squad."

"Wait," you interrupt, "what happens to my soldiers then, if I don't have a squad?"

Price smiles wide at that. "Lookin' out fer 'em's good. Important to the unity of the task force ta look out fer one another. But no task force sergeant has their own squad 'cause we could be sent out at any time. Tha' lack 'a consistency would be worse fer 'em. So, yeah, someone'd take yer squad."

He watches you contemplate all it would mean to become part of his task force. It's a lot, and he hopes you're still up for the challenge, because the more time he spends with you, the more he wants you on the task force and in his pack.

You finally shake off the fog in your head and ask Price for some time to think about it before fully committing. "An' I'm sorry, sir. Because I know I said yes just this morning, but I never thought I'd lose my squad." You pause for a moment before quietly adding, "An' I never imagined the offer included being part of a pack."

He catches your eye and reminds you, "Ya'd only be pack if ya wanted to be. And we'd court ya the right way. If ya wanted."

In the end he gives you the folder and says there's no official deadline for the offer, but he would appreciate a firm answer - either with signed or voided papers - within two days.

You nod, already thinking through who you wanted to consult about this when Price pulls you from your thoughts again.

"Can I make one small request?" he asks politely.

You nod, adding, "If it's reasonable, sir, absolutely."

He gifts you another smile as he leans forward and says, "Join us in the mess tonight? I'd like to officially introduce you to the lads before you make your decision."

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Sharon calls you fat (pregnant reader)

I live for the angst where Sharon/people call reader fat and make fun of her not knowing she's pregnant and Bucky protects the ever living fuck out of her because that's his gorgeous babymama. Bonus when Sharon is a jealous hoe. Throw in some protective avengers in there too. Breeding kink? Pregnancy kink? Also yes. He's a feral, horny little shit here, I apologize.

You huffed as you buttoned your jeans, the waistband sitting snugly around your waist, pressing into your skin a little bit more than usual. You dug through the closet to find one of Bucky's hoodies to slip on, loving the way the soft material engulphed you in his scent.

You weren't showing much yet but your body was certainly changing. Your sense of smell was heightened, constantly craving to be surrounded by your boyfriends smell. Your breasts were growing heavier and your clothes were more fitting than before. Cravings had already started. Your cheeks were a tad fuller and you were certainly glowing.

Bucky's super soldier serum was no joke.

You made your way down to make something for breakfast, grabbing a bag of peppermint tea to help with some of the nausea you had been experiencing. Sharon sauntered into the kitchen, still clad in her tiny workout clothes as she went to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"Hey Sharon" You smiled as you poured water into your mug while munching on a cookie, grabbing another when your tummy rumbled. Baby Barnes clearly took after daddy, craving anything and everything sweet. And salty. And sweet and salty.

"Hey y/n" Sharon's eyes looked at you up and down, cocking her head slightly while you snacked, rummaging around for something else to eat. "Might wanna cut down a little there, huh" She teased, nodding to the potato chip you popped into your mouth.

"What?" You weren't sure you heard correctly, setting down the bag while she pursed her lips.

"Oh, nothing. I don't know how you eat that stuff, it's so greasy"

"Hm, yeah I guess" You gave her a weak smile, her words causing the insecurities you were already feeling about your body to creep back up again. You had a heavy feeling in your chest, seeing her flit about the kitchen, still perfectly toned. You shook those thoughts away, remembering the reason beautiful your body was different but it didn't do much.

The words still stung.

You decided to make your way back to your room to wait for Bucky to return from his morning jog with Steve, passing by one of the new trainees as you left the kitchen. Their hushed whispers caused you to stop in your tracks, your stomach dropping when you heard what they were saying.

"She's getting fat" Sharon snorted, hardly noticing you weren't out of ear shot while the trainee giggled along with her, nodding in agreement.

"Oh my God, you should've seen her at the gym yesterday. She was breathing so hard while running on the treadmill, I thought she was going to pass out. I don't even think she lasted 5 minutes before calling it quits" The trainee replied while Sharon rolled her eyes.

"She's gonna looked like a beached whale if she keeps eating like that, I swear she finished the entire row single handedly"

"I don't get what Bucky is doing with her. Honestly, I'm not even complaining. If she gets any fatter he's gonna leave her so maybe that'll make it easier for me" Sharon cackled along with the girl, the both of them snickering while swooning over the soldier. "He's so hot. I don't get what the hell he's doing with her, he can do so much better. Just wait till I show him, he'll see what he's missed out on"

You hardly realized you'd broken down into tears, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing. You ran to your shared bedroom as fast as you could before anyone else saw you, closing the door and instructing FRIDAY to keep everyone out. You threw your jeans off, hating the way they were tighter on you, curling up under the covers, muffling your cries into the pillow.

Bucky ran his fingers through his short locks, making his way to the kitchen to grab some water after his run, smiling to himself knowing how much you loved to slink around him whenever he worked out. He loved how needy and cuddly you were, always burying your face into his neck of chest, trying to crawl up him like a tree.

"Where are you babygirl" Bucky called for you, expecting to see you in the perched in the kitchen with your pepper mint tea you'd recently been relying on, only to find a full mug without you in sight. Sharon and the new agent were still there, both of them eyeing him up and down, hoping to get his attention.

"Hey Sarge-

"Have you seen y/n" Bucky cut Sharon off, still looking around for you. Sharon rolled her eyes again, stating she hadn't seen you at all, since she'd spend her own morning working out. Bucky frowned, picking up the still hot tea, taking it up as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Sweeheart?" Bucky called for you softly, his heart racing when he hard soft sniffles from the other side of the door, his anxiety spiking when the door was locked. "Baby, are you okay? Can you open the door please?"

You hiccupped, trying to calm yourself down hearing Bucky's worried voice, quickly wiping your face before getting out of bed to open the door for him. His heart broke seeing his sweet girl with red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks from crying, pulling you into him while shutting the door behind him.

"What's wrong mama" Bucky cooed, hugging you tightly while you whimpered in his hold, your insecurities at an all time high as he slipped his hand under your hoodie to stroke the bare skin of your back.

"Am I fat?" You whispered, worried the question would make realize you were less attractive, a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face.

"What?" Bucky pulled away, shock evident on his face while you stared at your feet, swallowing nervously.

"Please don't make me say it"

"Sweetheart, look at me" He held your face firmly in his hands making you look a him, "Why would you ask such a thing"

"I-I heard some people talking in the kitchen. Said I'm fat" If it wasn't for Bucky's enhanced hearing, he would've missed your fallen voice as you hide your face in his chest again.

"Absolutely not baby, who said that to you" Bucky held back on the red hot anger that surged through him, needing to comfort you first before raining hell on whoever hurt you.

"But I am Bucky!" You cried in frustration, pulling away from his hold. "It looks awful and I'm just going to keep getting bigger, I- I get if you don't find me as attractive-

"Hey, hey, stop, baby look at me" Bucky stopped your rambling, pulling you back into him, his hands holding your face firmly, "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are to me? Hm? Do you have any idea how insanely attracted I've been to you ever since you told me you're pregnant?"

You shook your head, your heart jolting when he pushed himself against you, letting you feel the hardness between his legs, poorly contained in his joggers.

"Bucky-

"C'mere" Bucky threw your hoodie off before stripping his own clothes aside, his hard cock angry and leaking, desperate to fill you. "M'gonna show you baby"

He didn't give you a second to protest, carrying you over to bed and laying you down, spreading your legs apart, flicking his cock against your clit before tracing it down to your entrance and shoving himself home.

"Bucky!" you moaned, your legs moving on their own to wrap around his waist as he started to move, throbbing the entire time.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful mama, if you weren't pregnant already, we'd be in here all day till you were" Bucky groaned, grabbing and caressing your soft skin, already leaking into you. "You're gonna look so sexy when your belly gets all round, when these breasts get all big, they're gonna leak so much carrying my baby"

He moved to tug your swollen nipples between his pink lips, groaning at the thought of how sweet your milk would taste. Your back arched off the bed from how sensitive they were, your cunt fluttering around his cock, sucking him in deeper.

"I already know you're gonna get so swollen mama, its my baby in your belly. Did you forget its my cum that got you pregnant? Did you forget there's all that serum in my cock baby? I got you fuckin' pregnant, I'm you're babydaddy, I can't wait to see you get all tired, pouty and big with my super soldier baby"

"Oh fuck Bucky" you wailed, his words making your heart swell while your pussy nearly squirted as he hit that spongy spot deep in you, "P-please don't-don't stop"

"I won't stop baby, couldn't even if I wanted to, y'feel too good. Fuck, just knowing you're pregnant makes me so hard, can't believe I knocked suck a pretty little thing up, so lucky I got to stuff you nice and full"

Bucky started to fuck you harder till he headboard added new dents to the wall since the extra strength walls Tony added had nothing on Bucky's stamina and strength.

"Can't wait till everyone sees how pretty you're gonna look, m'gonna show you off, make sure everyone knows you're my girl, the love of my life, that you're carrying a piece of me in you"

"But- but what if they think-I won't look-" You're insecurities tried to sneak back in but Bucky wasn't having any of it, shutting ha down immediately.

"I'll fuck you in front of them. You think I give a fuck? I'll bend this pretty ass over, hold that perfectly round belly and stuff my cock in you till it leaks and makes a mess on the floor. I'll show them exactly what I did to get you that big in the first place, let them see how swollen my cock gets for you, goddamn, I'm gonna cum!"

Bucky fucked you hard and fast, letting you feel him in your stomach, not holding back one bit, his hand flying to grip onto the headboard.

"Bucky-Bucky gonna-I'm gonna-!OH GOD" You let out a silent scream, cumming around him without warning, your pregnancy making you extra sensitive, being able to orgasm without him even touching you.

"This sweet, soft fuckin' body" Bucky's pace faltered, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, "So good to me, so fuckin' good!, gonna cum mama, gonna give you more of my cream, gonna full that pussy up n'keep you pregnant forever, take it gorgeous, fuckin' beautiful, no one makes me hard like this, m'gonna cum so hard-fuck-fuck-FUCCCKKK M'CUMMING" Bucky roared against your neck, his cock bursting with ropes of cum, emptying his balls dry with sloppy thrusts until the sheets were soaked. You both panted, sweat covering your bodies, the sweet, primal smell of sex filling the room making your practically purr.

"You're the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. I love you no matter what. You're stunning to me at any size, pregnant or not, don't you ever forget it" Bucky held you firmly, brushing his hands over your belly, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nodded, already feeling better, nervousness replacing your previous anxiety because you knew Bucky wouldn't let the incident slide.

"Who made you feel this way baby" His voice was gentle but he wasn't leaving any room for negotiation.

"Just leave it Bucky" You shrugged, not wanting to make it a big deal but he shook his head.

"Can't do that sugar. No one makes my doll upset. You get some rest alright? let me make you lunch and we'll take a nap after"

You nodded, letting him slip his henley over your head, grabbing some comfy sweats for you to wear and throwing on his own clothes before heading down. You froze as you neared the kitchen seeing everyone else downstairs gathered for lunch which was a rare sight but there had been less mission recently meaning everyone was home. Bucky gave your hand a comforting squeeze, a stark contrast the to protective anger he felt again.

"Who the fuck spoke about y/n" Bucky stormed down, silence filling the room immediatly, everyone staring at each other in confusion while Sharon's face filled with guilt. "Well?!"

"What happened Buck, Steve and I were training this morning" Sam said honestly, while the others nodded in agreement, still looking at each other wondering what was going on. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Well someone said something because she was upset in our bedroom and it happened today" Bucky had a good feeling about who caused your distress, knowing no one else would ever do such a thing but he wasn't about to call out Sharon ha easily, seeing her already squirming in discomfort.

"There's an easy solution to all this, give me a second" Tony typed something into his phone before calling for Friday, "FRIDAY can you play back the audio from this morning from when y/n was in here"

"Certainly, Mr. Stark"

The audio started with you greeting Sharon, followed by her comment and then the conversation she had with the new trainee. Shock and gasps filled the room, everyone glaring at the blonde with disgust while she shook her head, her stomach churning.

"I-I didn't say anything! That wasn't even me!"

"Really? Then who the fuck was it" Bucky spat, ready to jump her across the table, his fists balled at his side. Sharon huffed, biting her lip while Bucky continued to glare at her, still holding your hand softly in his. His anger only flared more, thinking about how she thought she could replace you.

"Fine! I said it! But was I wrong? She is bigger than before" Sharon weakly defended herself, trembling when Bucky flinched, his self restraint growing thinner. Your eyes grew steamy, squeaking when Bucky moved to wrap his arm around your tummy, slipping it under your shirt.

"Cause she's pregnant. With my baby. I'm her babydaddy. I got her pregnant. You wanna know how? I fucked her. So hard. I didn't just fuck her, I made love to her cause she's my girl. Do you have any idea how attracted I am to her? How much cum there was? I didn't pull out once. She's so tight around my cock, its hard not to fill her up. Just kept going until my dick started to hurt and even then, I didn't wanna pull out"

Sam smirked at Bucky's utterly unhinged, x-rated rambling while Steve buried his red face in his hands. Tony cackled from the side while Nat patiently waited to get a chance to lay her hands on Sharon on Bucky's behalf.

"I-I get it, enough-

"You're delusional if you think I'd ever leave her for you. This is the love of my life. She's giving me a baby. She's beautiful. I chose this woman because she's special, she's this one I want to have a family with. You know what, you better get used to it cause I'm gonna get her pregnant again and again and it won't be hard considering how badly I constantly want her. In fact, we fucked just now, tell your little friend that"

"Oh my god" Sharon huffed, harshly wiping her tear streaked face, ready to throw up from embarrassment. She choked a sob, running out without looking back, Bucky's words tearing her apart. Everyone ignored her presence, immediately piling onto you with hugs, kisses and congratulations instead.

"Congratulations, babydaddy" Sam grinned, playfully nudging Bucky's shoulder making him blush, his arms still wrapped around your tummy. "And to you, little mama"

"I call god father" Steve announced, kissing your cheek before pulling Bucky into a tight hug, happy for his best friend and you.

Nat cracked a few knuckles, giving you a quick peck on the head, promising to celebrate later before following Sharon out, ready to hand her ass to her. The little trainee would be next.

"So what you're both saying is there's gonna be another super soldier running around here?" Tony's eyes lit up with excitement and a dash of fear when he remembered the baby would also be surrounded by idiots like Sam and Steve. He'd have to reinforce everything.

Immediately.

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jjjjisun · 2 months ago

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Lucky Slip

Yiren X Male Reader | 3090 words

TW: Incest

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She was singing in the shower again. Boy, I hated hearing her sing when she knew I was waiting for her. There was always my parents' shower, but we tended to leave that one alone for whatever reason. So I stood there, waiting, pacing, and generally worrying about whether I'd make it out to my job this morning. Sure, I didn't have to be there right on time, seeing as I had been running my own thing during the summer for a while now, but it was the principle of the thing. I had commitments, and she was headed, god knows where this morning. Believe me, this was not the first time.

Judging by tight and tiny workout clothes lying on her bed, she was heading to the gym and was likely just doing some of her "beauty" exercise, designed only to maintain what was already near perfect. Oh yeah, and there was that; the fit, 18-year-old tart, my little sister Yiren, singing the sweet notes that were breaking steadily through the sound of the falling water, was drop-dead gorgeous.

It started with the face: a cute but sultry combination of deep brown eyes, great cheekbones, and a set of pouty, pink lips. Her dirty black hair often fell messily down and sometimes in a tight braid. Now, it would be wet and hanging down her shoulders and body below. There probably aren't words for how amazing her body was, but either way, she had breasts made up of the perfect handful, a taut, smooth stomach, and never-ending slender legs coming from a spankable behind.

She was rarely discrete about prancing around the house, as she would be now if she walked out in one of those tiny bath towels we owned. (I still don't know where our mother could have possibly bought them) Sure, I felt guilty, but I assured myself that my deliberate avoidance of concentrating on how hot my little sister was was enough to balance the dreams I often had of her. Even my peripheral vision couldn't un-see that half-naked angel bending down to take clothes out of the drier in a bra and panties on Sunday afternoons. And more than once, I saw an unmistakable smirk on her face when my mouth dropped open wide. She flitted across the kitchen in nearly nothing as I made breakfast.

So there I was, waiting outside the door like a total sucker when I finally decided to address the problem, and whether it was my impatience or my considerable need to pee that led me to it, I don't know. I jiggled the doorknob just so (living in the same place for ten years, you pick up a few things) and swung open the locked door, making right for the porcelain. I took care of business quickly, and I was happy to have gotten there before I had an accident at 22 years old. It was then, standing there, that I noticed the silhouette of my little sister on the curtain.

Whatever the material was, it probably wasn't designed for much privacy because I could see enough to immediately get blood pumping to my lower half. For crying out loud, I could even make out the pink of her nipple as she arched her back and ran water through her hair. I looked away, remembering my resolve. But there was nothing to be done; the most naked view of my sister I'd ever gotten had penetrated my defenses. My cock was all the way hard before I could do anything. Combine that with my accidental reflex to flush the toilet, and I was about to be standing there with a raging boner just as my little sister realized I was in the bathroom.

She teased me enough about any girls I could be seen with or my wide eyes when I turned the corner to her room in the middle of her undressing; God knows what she'd say about her big brother getting hard over his sister. So I did the only thing I could do: I sat down quickly and leaned forward to try and conceal my arousal. As expected, Yiren poked her head around the curtain's edge within seconds of the flush. She did a poor job covering what the curtain revealed; that certainly wouldn't help the situation.

"What the fuck, Oppa!" she hollered.

"I had to go, and you are taking so long, I just couldn't wait anymore!" I piped back.

"Ugh, you are such a jerk. You never give me any privacy," she steamed

That was a laugh - her prancing around the house was far from asking for privacy.

"You better not look," she said as she disappeared behind the translucent shroud again, "I've seen you do it before, hmph!" She said the second part was a little quieter, but I still heard it.

Seconds later, when I was practically begging my penis to calm down, the water suddenly shut off, and I could hear Yiren drying off and sliding back the curtain before I could do anything but hunch to try and avoid her seeing my stiff shaft. She led with her long, smooth leg before I could see the tops of her breasts threatening to free themselves from the snugly wrapped towel. I was beginning to doubt I'd get through this; her body was working overtime against me.

And then there it was, the little bit of water she'd dripped on the floor before when she'd pulled back the curtain to curse me out was just below her lead foot. Already lifting her other foot to clear the tub, she was doomed. The heel slipped with an audible screech, and Yiren headed backward fast and directly toward where I sat. I didn't know what to go for in my attempt to catch her; I removed my hands from their shielding of my erection. I reached out to grab her arms as they came for me, but her unbalanced stance sent her sweet bottom first. It slid right by my outstretched arms and down. I just missed it, and I could only attempt to cushion her fall the way I did. And then she touched down...

It was an impossible chance, lightning striking the same shark attack twice. And yet, when I was just about to ease her to a stop, the final 8 inches of her fall made all the difference. My head popped just between her lips, and a second later, it was buried within her. Yiren came to rest, completely sheathing me, her brother, inside of her.

Silence. Reality was trying its hardest to set in, but the utter warmth, the clasp of her walls, the wetness. Oh my God, was she wet? And not 'just out of the shower wet' but more 'now I know why she takes such long showers wet.' "I must have interrupted her," I thought as I savored being engulfed in my sister just after she'd been playing with herself. My hands were on her butt just as they were when I reached out to catch her, and she wasn't even touching the floor. She made one slight movement, testing what would happen if she tried to get up, and I'm not sure what she thought of the result.

Though I didn't think it possible, I pushed a bit forward into Yiren when she moved, and both of us gasped. My hands unintentionally squeezed at her butt, and when my cock found that new place in her pussy she shot a hand back to grab one of my wrists. She hadn't meant to, but I appreciated the sheer emotion of the gesture.

"Oppa......" she whispered between pants.

I waited. I attempted my old 'avoid the temptation' technique, and when I felt her quim pulsing upon me, I knew it was pointless. My squeezing fingers pulled Yiren closer to me, my shaft slid against Yiren's walls, and I could feel her fingernails upon my wrist.

"You have to... we have to stop..." It sounded like she was trying my strategy, though her words were barely audible.

".....yes, okay..... you have to get up first." I warned.

At first, she didn't move, and then she put her foot on the ground and pushed upward. My sister's tiny hole slid out around me slowly, pleasurably, until she slipped again. I looked around and could see no reason for it, but down she went until her ass reconnected with my hips. I searched her for an answer and only caught a second of the glance she'd sent my way on her look back. However, it was unmistakable as it flashed a smile.

And a naughty one at that. My perfect little sister wasn't as innocent as she'd played. Her smile gave her away. I positioned my hands for a different type of help this time. Her hand, still wrapped around my wrist, tightened. My hands indented in her as I guided her just a fraction of an inch from popping out. She cast her glance my way, sending boughs of her luscious black hair bouncing over her shoulder. She was sitting more upright now, her back arching, and as my eyes met hers, the wicked grin I observed told me she wasn't about to stop.

She began to sink back into my lap, my rod filling her with its heat, inch by inch. This time, she cooed and reached back with her other hand. I was in heaven. The towel fell away from her body, and for the second time, my naked, sexy little sister was descending upon my protruding member (intentionally, that is). It was so warm, and its tightness made me focus on nothing but the feeling. I couldn't control myself. As she came down to meet me, I grasped her all the more firmly and thrust upward to meet her.

"Oh God, we should stop..... oh fuck..... we should not be doing this..........uhhhh," she couldn't even finish the sentence.

I started to move my hands a bit, becoming bolder and hungrier to feel my sister's body. They inched over her hips, which I paused to grasp, feeling her hipbones as I pressed my fingers into her. I massaged her a bit there, causing the slow and steady bouncing she had begun to increase in tempo.

"I thought you were getting up?" I teased, having trouble focusing as Yiren was sliding herself up and down on top of me. My God, I knew she wasn't, but by the tightness of her tunnel, I could have sworn she was a virgin.

"Uhhhh... Fuck you..." She let out with evident frustration.

"I think you are, sis..." I strained, and she laughed.

My hands made my way up to her breasts, finally, and they were all I'd dreamed of. As I took them in my hands, they sat there cupped perfectly. I kneaded them, brushed my fingers over her nipples, and marveled at their perfection. One of my hands continued adoring her breasts while I wrapped my other arm around her abdomen, forcing her down hard now onto my penetrating rod.

"Fuck you're big... I can't stop.....mmmmmggghh..... don't stop fucking me." She sounded so sexy, moaning and cooing while talking dirty to me.

I decided to take more initiative, pushing myself up from our position and finally causing Yiren's dainty toes to contact the ground. As soon as they did, I turned her, with my cock still lodged inside of her, to the sink. Standing now, it was my turn to start fucking my little sister just the way I wanted her. Bent over the sink as she was, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes as I started pushing my thick head in and out of her once again. It was an involuntary gesture, the little spasm that had stood her like a rail for me to shove myself directly up into, probably from all the pleasure I was giving her, and I loved it almost as much as the panting I could hear coming from my ungodly sexy sis.

I reached in front of us once again and took a firm grasp of her chest, lodging myself inside her warm pussy as my hands massaged her tremendous tits. She did her best to meet my thrusts, but my desire for her had me winning out and slapping my pelvis against her toned butt. I fucked her like that for a few minutes, my hands alternating between a dominant grasp of her slender neck, soft breasts, toned abdomen, and pert ass. I even reached down to massage her clit and send her into a powerful orgasm.

"Ohhhh FUCKKK..... Oh my God, I can't believe.......ughhhh.... my brother is making me cummmm!!"

And cum she did; the pulsing of her walls around my penetrating member was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I powered through and made her ride out her orgasm with continuous thrusts inside of her. We looked each other in the eyes in the mirror, watching as my hands worked themselves around her body and seeing each other's wide eyes in disbelief at the sheer excitement and pleasure.

"Fucccckkk...." She whispered as she came down from her orgasm. She was short of breath but had enough to say: "I want to watch. I want to watch your big fat cock going in and out, please?" I wanted to look into her eyes directly, too, to watch her watch me press my cock into her pussy and know just how much she loved it. My little sister - the consummate tease and the object of so many of my dreams now in my grasp. I wanted to look deep into her eyes as I fucked her. I wanted this act of incest, which had started as an accident, to end up with Yiren begging for more; now that I was inside of her, I wasn't sure my cock would ever feel right anywhere else.

Yiren must have felt the same way, too, because when I dislodged myself from inside of her to flip her around, her face was laden with need -- the need to be filled up by her big brother's big cock once more. It was she who reached between us and took hold of the head of my steaming rod, placing it at her entrance and saying:

"Oh please, Oppa....put it back in me..."

I leaned into her body, my cock head urging its way passed her tight lips. As I began to inch my cock into my little sister's pussy I also lifted her by the ass, my fingers pressing into her firm, smooth cheeks as I put her weight on the vanity.

"Yeessssssssssssss.... Show me, Oppa, that big thing of yours going in your naughty little sister....oooohhhh." I did just that, bottoming out in her inescapable warmth before retracting and entering her passage once again. First, we were both looking at the penetration, the unbelievable and erotic incest we were both losing ourselves in, and then upward. My eyes scanned her body, hers mine. When we reached our lips, I leaned in, locked eyes, and kissed her recklessly. The kiss said everything we couldn't: that Yiren's teasing had been only about torturing me and that my dreams were fighting to manifest themselves. Yiren's look was one of desperation. I could see another orgasm welling up inside of her, and I wanted her to come with me. I was so close.

"Oh, baby, oh, big bro... please... I know we shouldn't, but... uh..." she trailed off.

"What Yiren...? I said over hurried breaths, still focusing on sliding my shaft in and out of Yiren's pussy. I could watch it flex to accommodate me, her insides making way for the penetrating staff.

She moaned as she tried to catch enough breath..."I could get pregnant......Ohhhhh God, I don't give a.... fuckkkkkkkk......oooooh." I pushed in deeper on that one, spurred on by what I could tell my little sister was implying over an escalating orgasm.

"Just fill me up baby... yes, yes..... cum in your bad little sis...... I've been teasing you for so long..... I can't believe I've been....uhhhh... missing this!" God, she sounded so sexy.

I was seconds away now, and Yiren was headed there, too. Just a couple more strokes, and we'd both be......Wow, the feeling was so wonderful. I watched my sister roll her eyes and head back as she started to feel it, my cock pulsing with its first powerful jet of sperm, directly, deeply into my little sister's pussy. She was over the edge, and I held her in my arms as she clutched me and howled in front of me. With another pulse of sperm, my heart felt like it would explode, but I only exploded again into Yiren's womb.

It felt like it could go on forever, Yiren's spasming body or the powerful sprays of my seed. It didn't, though, and my beautiful, albeit horny little sister was smiling like the dirty little girl she was while we remained locked together at the hips. My cock softened only a bit, remaining so full of desire for Yiren that it refused to disappear. Yiren rested her head on my heaving chest.

"Ummmm..... wow.....

"Yea... That was...." I stuttered to find the words.

Yiren finished them for me, "Intense...amazing.....wow."

"You are... unbelievable." She blushed when I said that, though I wouldn't have known over her sex-flushed face.

Yiren felt my cock still hard inside of her. It must have grown because her eyes widened, and she said with shock, "Are you serious? Ready to fuck your little sister again so soon? Don't you think we should get some protection or something?"

"Yesss.... " I got out.

But my cock had other plans. The risk of getting my little sister Yiren pregnant sent my cock expanding deeper and broader into Yiren's slick channel. She flashed me that famous smile, and I knew she wanted it.

She wanted it three more times that night. We fucked on the kitchen table, on the screened-in porch, and, best of all, in our parents shower. I couldn't get enough of Yiren's beautiful body and her seductive and sexy personality. We got to protection eventually, but filling my little sister up with her own brother's sperm was all that either of us wanted for a while. We're just crossing our fingers, and I'm still making love to my sister as much as possible every chance I get.

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kpoplustzone · 11 days ago

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GYM FUN - KARINA SMUT - PART 1

oc x karina

4078 words

click on the links provided for sexy images and pictures of karina along the story

Ko fi link- https://ko-fi.com/epiclude

Park Jin-ho walked into the spacious workout room, his eyes scanning the various members going through their routines. His gaze stopped abruptly when he saw Karina in a far corner, already starting her warm-up. Her movements were fluid and graceful, each stretch highlighting the incredible shape of her body. Jin-ho could only gulp, his eyes fixed on her. The idol, well-known for her generous curves, was wearing a tight-fitting athletic top, and as she raised her arms and leaned to the side, the fabric stretched across her prominent chest, giving Jin-ho a very clear and rather breathtaking view of her ample breasts. He couldn't help but stare for a moment, completely captivated by her physique.

Karina's body was truly a sight to behold, even in the simple gym attire. Her athletic top clung to her torso, accentuating her narrow waist, which flared out to naturally wide hips, creating that classic, coveted "S-line" figure that South Korean men often raved about. It was no secret that she was considered one of the most beautiful idols, her visuals often described as almost unreal, like something straight out of a fantasy. But it was her chest that often drew the most attention. Her breasts were undeniably full and perfectly shaped, a focal point that many South Korean men openly admired and fantasized about. The way they moved subtly with each stretch, the gentle bounce as she shifted her weight, it was a mesmerizing sight. It wasn't just the size; there was a certain natural grace to her physique that made her movements captivating. For many men in South Korea, Karina represented the ideal of feminine beauty and sex appeal, a goddess-like figure whose every appearance sparked intense admiration and a flood of online commentary about her "divine" proportions. Jin-ho, watching her with his heart pounding a little faster than usual, certainly understood the hype

Jin-ho took one last, subtly appreciative glance at Karina’s incredible form before composing himself and walking over to where she was stretching. She was wearing sleek black leggings that hugged her legs perfectly, showcasing her toned thighs and calves. Her athletic top was a stylish charcoal grey, fitted but breathable, with thin straps that highlighted her shoulders. It was clear she took her workouts seriously.

As he approached, a professional smile gracing his lips, he said in Korean, "Annyeonghaseyo, Karina-ssi. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Jin-ho, your trainer for today." He extended a hand towards her. "We have an hour together, as you mentioned, so let's make the most of it. How are you feeling today, and is there anything specific you'd like to focus on?" He kept his tone friendly but strictly professional, his gaze focused on her eyes, though he couldn't help but notice the slight sheen of sweat on her brow and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. He was determined to keep his admiration for her stunning looks separate from his role as her trainer.

"Alright, planks first. Just keep your body straight like a board," Jin-ho said, showing her what to do. Karina got down on her arms, her butt sticking up just a little bit in the air at first, then she straightened out. Her tight gym pants showed off every curve of her bottom, and Jin-ho had to stop himself from staring too hard.

As she held the plank, her body shaking a little, she sighed in a way that sounded like she was enjoying it. "Your arms look so strong," she said, looking up at him with a sly smile. "You must be able to hold on for a long time." Jin-ho felt his face get a little hot but tried to act cool. "It comes with the job. Just like your amazing body comes with yours."

Then, while she was holding the plank, she started to wiggle her hips a tiny bit from side to side. It was a small move, but Jin-ho definitely noticed. It was like she was saying, 'Look at this, do you like it?' Her chest was pressed against her top, and he could see the outline of her nipples pushing against the fabric. He had to look away for a second.

Karina held the plank, her body firm and toned, but a playful glint in her eyes suggested her mind wasn't solely on her core strength. She subtly arched her back downwards for a fleeting moment, causing her chest to press even harder against the thin material of her top, the shape of her nipples becoming even more defined. She then returned to the strict plank form, as if testing Jin-ho to see if he had noticed the brief, deliberate flash.

"Is this… making you sweat, Jin-ho ssi?" she asked, her voice laced with a teasing sweetness as she glanced over at him, a small smirk playing on her lips. The question was clearly double-edged, referring both to the physical exertion and the obvious effect she was having on him. She then slowly lowered herself to her knees, stretching her arms out in front of her in a child's pose, offering Jin-ho an unobstructed view of her perfectly rounded backside in the tight leggings. As she held the pose, she subtly flexed her glutes, the smooth fabric stretching and clinging to every curve. Jin-ho found himself having to look away, his professional composure teetering on the edge. His heart was definitely pounding now, and he could feel a warmth spreading through his lower body.

Jin-ho’s mind was racing. He could feel the heat radiating from Karina, not just from her workout, but from a palpable sexual energy that was now thick in the air between them. It was undeniable – the sly glances, the suggestive comments, the subtle body language. Karina wasn't just teasing; she was clearly horny and looking for an outlet. And out of everyone in the gym, she was directing that energy squarely at him. A surge of adrenaline and desire shot through him. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an incredibly hot idol practically throwing herself at him. He decided then and there that he wasn't going to let this moment pass. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

Jin-ho took a step closer, his gaze locking onto Karina's. The professional mask had completely slipped, replaced by a raw hunger that mirrored her own. "You're right, Karina-ssi," he said, his voice low and husky, "this doesn't have to be just a workout." His eyes flickered down to her chest, lingering for a moment before returning to hers, a silent question hanging in the air. He saw the answering spark in her eyes, a clear invitation. Without another word, he reached out, his hand gently tracing the curve of her neck before sliding down to rest on the swell of her breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the fabric, feeling the hard peak beneath. "You want this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Karina’s smile widened, a look of pure, unadulterated desire washing over her beautiful face. She moved towards Jin-ho, who had indeed settled onto the padded floor, his legs spread slightly, the unmistakable bulge of his erection clearly visible through his gym shorts. Kneeling in front of him, her eyes never leaving his, she slowly reached out a hand. Her fingers, delicate yet firm, gently traced the outline of his hard-on through the fabric, her touch sending a visible shiver through Jin-ho’s body. She started at the base, her fingertips lightly skimming the sensitive area just above his groin, and then slowly moved upwards along the length of his thick cock, teasing him with feather-light strokes. When she reached the tip, she circled it gently, her touch promising more to come. Jin-ho watched her, his breath catching in his throat, utterly captivated by her bold and sensual initiation.

From his seated position, Jin-ho had a breathtaking view of Karina. Her beautiful face, usually framed by perfect makeup and elaborate hairstyles for performances, now had a natural, slightly flushed glow. Her eyes, wide and filled with a playful desire, were locked on his, a confident smile gracing her full lips. The angle gave him a perfect view down the front of her athletic top, the fabric stretched tight across her generous breasts, the outline of her nipples clearly visible. Her arms were slightly outstretched as she traced his erection, pulling the material of her top taut across her chest, further emphasizing her impressive cleavage. Behind her, her back arched slightly, presenting her round, firm buttocks, the tight black leggings clinging to every curve and crevice. Her thighs looked thick and powerful, hinting at the strength she possessed beneath her seemingly delicate exterior. It was a view that confirmed every fantasy he'd ever had about the stunning idol, amplified by the intimate and undeniably seductive way she was now touching him. Slowly, Karina reached down and pulled Jin-ho's hard cock out of his gym shorts. It popped out, looking thick and long in the air. Her eyes opened a little wider as she looked at it, like she was surprised by how big it was. She reached out with both hands, her fingers gently wrapping around its length. She started to stroke it slowly, just feeling the weight and hardness of it in her hands She started to move her hands up and down more quickly now, really getting a feel for his hardness. Her eyes flicked up to meet Jin-ho’s, a playful, teasing smile on her face. Then, she leaned forward slightly and slowly licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. Jin-ho gasped, his body tensing. Karina kept her eyes on him as she took more of him into her mouth, her lips closing around the head. She sucked gently at first, then with more enthusiasm, her hand still stroking the length of his shaft. From Jin-ho’s perspective, having the incredibly gorgeous Karina from Aespa’s lips wrapped around his cock was an experience beyond his wildest fantasies. He looked down at her kneeling in front of him, her dark hair falling around his lap as she expertly licked and sucked him. Her eyes were focused, intent on pleasuring him, and the sight of such a famous and desirable idol giving him this kind of attention was unbelievably arousing.

A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over him. He couldn't believe his luck. Karina, a goddess in the eyes of millions, was treating his cock like it was the most precious thing in the world. The warmth of her mouth, the gentle tugging sensation, the occasional flick of her tongue – it was driving him absolutely crazy. He thought about all the guys in South Korea who would give anything for just a moment with her, let alone this kind of intimacy. He felt a surge of pride mixed with a heady sense of power. He was the lucky one, the one she had chosen, at least for this moment, to give him exactly what he craved. His hands instinctively reached down, wanting to touch her hair, to feel her closer as she continued her passionate assault on his senses. A surge of boldness coursed through Jin-ho. Emboldened by Karina's eager mouth, he reached down and gently but firmly placed his hands on either side of her beautiful face. Her skin was smooth and soft under his touch. Without breaking eye contact for a moment, he guided her head downwards, pressing her closer until his thick cock was fully engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. He could feel her gag slightly as she took him completely, the sensation sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. He tightened his grip on her face, holding her there as she enthusiastically sucked him, the feeling of her deep throating him almost unbearable in its intensity. This was way beyond anything he could have imagined.

Jin-ho eased his grip on Karina’s face, allowing her to pull back. She immediately started to cough, a slight gag reflex kicking in from taking him so deep. Her cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, and her eyes watered slightly. Jin-ho looked down at his thick cock, and it was indeed covered in her glistening saliva, a wet testament to her enthusiastic oral skills. He watched her take a few deep breaths, her hand reaching up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a look of slight embarrassment mixed with amusement on her face.

Her eyes went right back to his hard cock, but then she looked down at his balls. They were just hanging there, waiting. She leaned down again and opened her mouth wide enough to take them both in. They felt warm and soft in her mouth. She used her tongue to gently lick all around them, making sure she didn't miss any spot. She'd suck on them softly, then lick them again, really giving them her attention. Jin-ho made a low noise in his throat, like he really liked what she was doing. He watched her, his eyes half-closed, as she gave his balls the same kind of special treatment she gave his cock. It felt really good.

From Jin-ho’s angle, Karina’s exquisite, small face was a vision of pure, unadulterated lust. Her dark hair framed her delicate features as her mouth moved so intimately on his balls. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin as she licked and sucked, and the occasional flick of her tongue sent shivers down his spine. His hard cock rested against her cheek, a wet and throbbing presence against her soft skin, as if even it was anticipating the next wave of her attention.

He truly felt like he was dreaming. Karina from Aespa, one of the biggest idols in the world, was kneeling in front of him, giving him the kind of pleasure most men could only fantasize about. He had seen her on stage, her powerful presence captivating millions. He had seen her flawless photoshoots, her beauty almost otherworldly. But this… this was raw, intimate, and incredibly real. He was speechless, his mind struggling to catch up with the reality of the situation. What could he possibly say? Every thought seemed to dissolve into the overwhelming sensations flooding his body. All he could do was watch her, mesmerized, as she continued her passionate assault, a silent testament to a moment he knew he would never forget.

Karina pulled her mouth away from Jin-ho’s slick cock and balls, her lips glistening with his saliva. She looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on her face. "So, Jin-ho ssi," she purred, her voice a little hoarse from her efforts, "what are you in the mood for now?"

Jin-ho's gaze was immediately drawn to her chest. Her athletic top, now slightly damp, clung to her ample breasts, the shape of her nipples clearly defined beneath the fabric. He couldn't help but stare, completely captivated by their fullness.

Karina followed his gaze and a knowing smile spread across her face. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached down and lifted the hem of her top, pulling it up just enough to expose the lower curves of her magnificent breasts. She held the fabric there, offering him a teasing glimpse of the pale skin underneath,

Karina held the hem of her top just high enough to reveal the plump undersides of her breasts, the shadow of her areola just visible, but not the full glory. "You like what you see, Jin-ho ssi?" she purred, her voice a husky whisper. "These were made for worship, you know. They get very sensitive… especially when they're teased just right." She lowered the hem a fraction, then lifted it again, giving him tantalizing glimpses. "Imagine how soft they feel in your hands. How good it would feel to have your mouth on them, sucking gently… or maybe a little rougher, if you prefer." She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tell me, Jin-ho ssi, which way would you worship them best?"

Slowly, deliberately, Karina took a step closer to Jin-ho, still kneeling with his hard cock pointing straight ahead. The lower half of her luscious breasts, still partially hidden by her lifted top, came closer and closer to his erection. Then, with a soft sigh and a playful smile, she leaned forward just a little, gently brushing the underside of one plump breast against the hard ridge of his penis. The soft give of her flesh against his rigid member sent a jolt of pure electricity through Jin-ho. Karina repeated the motion, this time with the other breast, teasing him with the incredibly soft and sensitive underside. It was a torturous dance of near-contact, her not fully showing him her breasts making the tease even more intense, the slight friction of her skin against his cock promising a pleasure that was just out of reach.

With a playful giggle, Karina widened the small gap between her breasts and, with a slow, deliberate motion, guided Jin-ho’s thick, long, hard cock right into the warm, soft crevice. The sensation for Jin-ho was instantly overwhelming. The feeling of her soft, full breasts enveloping his erection was like being cradled in the most sensual pillow imaginable. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the subtle pressure of her cleavage against his shaft was incredibly arousing. It was an intimate and daring move, trapping his cock in her personal warmth, and Jin-ho felt a rush of pure, unadulterated lust mixed with a thrill of disbelief at Karina's boldness. His breath caught in his throat, and he could do nothing but watch her face, his body completely captivated by the incredible sensation of being nestled between Aespa Karina's glorious breasts.

Even though he couldn't really see her boobs, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out between them felt amazing. Every time he pushed in a little, the tip of his dick would just about touch her lips. He watched her face as this happened. Her mouth would open a tiny bit, and she'd look right at him with this playful look. It was like she was teasing him. The feeling of her soft boobs squeezing his cock was driving him crazy, and the thought of his tip almost touching her lips with every push was so hot. He let out a soft groan, completely lost in the feeling of her body on his.

The way Karina’s thick, soft breasts cradled his hard cock was unlike anything Jin-ho had ever experienced. They weren't just resting against him; they seemed to mold around his shaft, the warm, full weight pressing in from both sides. With each subtle thrust, he could feel the silky smooth skin of her cleavage rubbing against him, a sensation that was both incredibly soft and intensely stimulating. Sometimes, as he pushed in deeper, his cock would slide up and nudge against the underside of her nipple, sending a jolt of pure electricity through him. He imagined how perfectly his head would fit right there, between those magnificent mounds of flesh. The feeling was so intimate, so incredibly carnal, that Jin-ho could barely keep himself from moaning out loud. Her thick body, pressed so close against his, only amplified the sensation, making every inch of contact feel charged with raw desire. He was completely lost in the moment, the playful tease having morphed into something deeply sensual and undeniably erotic.

Karina’s eyes dropped to where Jin-ho’s thick cock was nestled between her breasts, and she noticed the tell-tale sheen of precum glistening on its head. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. Without breaking contact with his gaze, she lowered her head slightly and parted her lips. Jin-ho watched, his breath catching in his throat, as her tongue darted out and traced a wet line along the underside of his glans. The sensation was electric, especially with the soft pressure of her breasts still surrounding him. Encouraged by his involuntary groan, she leaned in further, taking the very tip of his cock into her mouth, her warm lips closing around it gently at first, then with a more insistent suck. The contrast of the cool air on the rest of his shaft and the intense heat and moisture of her mouth was driving him wild. He could feel her hands gently squeezing his sides as she continued her teasing oral attention, all while his cock remained nestled in her cleavage

Karina’s sucking grew more insistent, her lips creating a firm seal around the head of Jin-ho's cock. She’d pull back slightly, just enough to expose the glistening tip, then plunge forward again, her tongue flicking across the sensitive underside. Jin-ho could feel his hips starting to twitch involuntarily, his hands gripping her sides tighter. The warmth of her breath, combined with the soft pressure of her breasts surrounding him, was sending waves of pure lust through his body. He closed his eyes, completely lost in the sensations. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure mingling with his own ragged breathing. This unexpected encounter was escalating rapidly, and he could feel himself inching closer to the edge.

Jin-ho’s body tensed, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his grip on Karina’s sides tightening. He could feel the unmistakable pulsing sensation building deep within him. With a final, shuddering groan, he unleashed a huge load of hot, thick cum into Karina’s mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she took it all, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. Jin-ho held her close, his body still trembling from the release. When the last drops had been expelled, Karina slowly pulled back, her lips glistening with his semen. Without hesitation, she tilted her head back and swallowed every last bit, her throat moving visibly as she did so. She then looked up at him, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. "Delicious," she whispered, her voice thick with his ejaculate.

Jin-ho’s mind was still reeling. He could barely process what had just happened. Karina, Aespa’s Karina – a woman idolized by millions, someone he never thought he’d even be in the same room with, let alone this intimate – had just swallowed his cum as if it were the most delectable thing in the world. He watched, utterly stunned, as she used her fingers to gently wipe the remaining drops from the tip of his still-erect cock, bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them clean. Her eyes met his, and the satisfied, almost sensual look on her face was more arousing than he could have imagined. He was speechless, his initial surprise quickly turning into a potent mix of disbelief and utter gratification

Seeing his cock, which had gone soft after his release, begin to swell again between her breasts, Karina looked genuinely surprised. Her eyebrows arched slightly, and her eyes widened as she felt the growing hardness pressing against her skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she looked down at his hardening member with a mixture of amusement and renewed desire. "Looks like someone enjoyed that," she purred, her voice laced with a playful tease. She reached down and gently caressed the growing bulge through her top, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

His cock was indeed still nestled warmly between her breasts, held captive by the fabric of her tank top. She reached down and gently squeezed the bulge, a playful smile gracing her lips. "Well then, Jin-ho ssi, it seems you have a head start. But don't think that makes things any easier for you. I still expect you to keep me entertained until I've had my fill." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "And trust me," she whispered, her voice a low purr, "I have a very big appetite." And that brings us to the end of Part 1 of this steamy encounter between Aespa's Karina and her lucky personal trainer, Jin-ho! Jin-ho’s cock is still nestled snugly between Karina’s glorious breasts, and she’s just made it clear that this workout is far from over.

What will happen in Part 2? Will Karina finally give Jin-ho a full view of her famous assets? Will she slide his hard cock out from between her breasts and take their intimate play to the next level? You'll have to wait and see what unfolds when we continue their intensely erotic gym session! Stay tuned!

#kpop smut #kpop #karina smut #karina #ningning #aespa winter #aespa #giselle #aespa karina #dahyun #twice nayeon #smut kpop #jjk smut #one shot #masterlist

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littlelovelunette · 1 month ago

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Sevika x Bigger!Wife

Sevika who genuinely can't handle seeing you dressed up for her because her brain always short circuits. When you walk through that door, dressed up in a pretty sundress, Sevika almost drops the glass globe she was rubbing clean, “Fuck you.” she says with no heat behind her words as she inches closer and grabs your waist.

“I don't know, maybe it shows a little too much of my...” Your breath hitches, “Stomach.” Sevika's gaze goes vacant at that instant and suddenly she can't think of anything else, “What do you mean?” she crouches, knees pressing against the hard wood floor, she brings you close with her arms and presses a kiss on your tummy, “Love this so much, what the fuck you keep sayin’?”

Sevika absolutely adores your tummy, and no, she doesn't care that you think you're fat. She'll worship your body all night if she has to, she won't stop.

Sevika is always so comfortable with her legs resting on your big thighs as she heaves a sigh. “Bad day?” you ask and she nods. “Wanna talk about it?” she shakes her head and that's all you need to hear to give her a kiss on the forehead and reassure her that you're here for her.

Sevika loves your big hips, she always squeezes them. Sometimes a little too hard for your own good but you don't mind the bruises since you're used to rough sex with the woman.

Sevika is all too protective of anyone at all weight shaming you. They try that, and they're met with the worst fate ever, Sevika's machete down their throat as she asks them to repeat what they said, “Shes fucking mine. My woman. My wife.”

Sevika won't fight you on it if you say you want to workout with her. She respects your decisions.

Sevika doesn't tolerate you saying you're fat or saying you're too big for her. “I love every bit of you, mamas.” she kisses your neck, “Youre perfect.”

Sevika is far too embarrassed to admit she loves it when you fall asleep on top of her. You're body heat is always so comforting to her and she finds you as her comfort person.

Don't get me started on just how embarrassed Sevika was when you found out she specifically searches porn on bigger women while you two were friends. “Dont ask me about it and certainly don't bring it up later. I'll kill you.”

Sevika loves having you ride her.

Submissive!Sevika begs you to suffocate her with your thighs or sit on her face and use her as you please.

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sakuraszn · 2 months ago

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Hi! First off, I love your writing. The way you unfold a story feels so natural, and you manage to evoke so much emotion with a simple, concise style. I was so over my Bakugo phase after moving on from MHA, but somehow, your writing brought back just a little of those old feels.

So, if you're up for it, could I request a Bakugo x ex-villain reader? Maybe she’s taken in by U.A. after deciding to leave her villainous family but struggles to fit in. Bakugo, begrudgingly, helps since he kinda knows what it’s like to be treated like a ticking time bomb. Just pure fluff. Thank you!

a spark in the ashes, ft. katsuki bakugo x ex-villian!reader

note: THANKKK YOUUU SO MUCHHH!! I love when people compliment me on my writing, it’s such a mood booster to continue on doing something I adore so much and I’m happy I was able to get you hooked back onto his character again! I would be down to write this and I hope you like it, mwaa🫂💓.

The halls of U.A. were much louder than you expected.

Even though you had spent years watching the school from the shadows, studying its heroes, dissecting their every move for weaknesses, you had never imagined what it felt like to walk among them. The sheer energy of the place buzzed in your ears—the laughter, the chatter, the casual way students moved like they belonged. It was something you had never felt before.

Not truly.

You pulled your hoodie lower over your face, trying to avoid the sideways glances thrown your way. Even after Principal Nezu personally vouched for you, even after Eraserhead took responsibility for your rehabilitation, the whispers never stopped.

“That’s her, right? The villain’s daughter?”

“Why would U.A. even let someone like that in?”

“Bet she’ll snap any day now.”

It wasn’t that unexpected. You had lived your entire life being feared—first because of your family, then because of the things you had done in their name. Changing sides didn’t erase the past. And it certainly didn’t erase the scars.

You just wished it hurt a little less.

As you moved down the hallway, pretending not to hear the murmurs, someone shouldered past you. Hard.

“Tch. Move it, dumbass.”

You barely caught yourself before stumbling, snapping your gaze up to glare at the culprit.

Bakugo Katsuki.

Of course it was him.

The moment you locked eyes, his crimson gaze flickered with something unreadable. You expected hatred—after all, he had more reason than most to despise you. Instead, his eyes darted away, his expression twisting in annoyance.

“Quit starin’,” he muttered before storming off.

You scowled after him, muttering, “Asshole,” under your breath.

You had been warned about him, mostly by Kaminari and Kirishima. “Bakugo’s got a rough way of showing it, but he’s not as bad as he seems,” they had said. “He’s just… difficult.”

You weren’t sure you believed them.

But then again, weren’t you the last person who should be judging others?

Training was hell.

Not because it was physically demanding—you were used to that. Grueling workouts, endless sparring sessions, pain that lingered for days afterward—it was all second nature to you. Your past had ensured that.

No, what made this particularly hellish was teamwork.

No one trusted you enough to be their partner, and honestly, you didn’t blame them. But Aizawa wasn’t about to let you get away with isolating yourself.

“You’ll be paired with Bakugo,” he had said, voice flat and unyielding. “Neither of you seem to grasp the concept of cooperation, so you’re going to learn it—together.”

You had barely swallowed back a groan before a familiar scoff filled the air.

“Tch. This is stupid,” Bakugo muttered, standing beside you with his arms crossed, looking as irritated as you felt. “Why the hell do I have to babysit her?”

You arched a brow, unimpressed. “Wow. With that attitude, I can totally see why people love working with you.”

His crimson eyes snapped to you, narrowing. “Hah? The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You huffed, turning your gaze back to Aizawa. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“I wasn’t asking,” Aizawa replied, already walking away.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in irritation, but didn’t argue. You sighed, rolling your shoulders before turning to face him properly.

“Fine,” you muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He scoffed. “Finally, something we agree on.”

The exercise was straightforward: navigate through a series of obstacles while evading and neutralizing the ‘villain’ bots. Success depended on strategy, agility, and—most importantly—teamwork.

Which meant you were screwed.

Not even two minutes in, and you were already at each other’s throats.

“Would you stop blowing everything up for five seconds?!” you snapped, dodging the debris from yet another one of his reckless explosions.

“Shut the hell up! This is my way of doin’ things!”

“Yeah? Well, your way is getting us nowhere!”

You could see it clearly—Bakugo was powerful, but he wasn’t thinking ahead. He was acting purely on instinct, relying on brute force. It was effective, sure, but inefficient.

And it was driving you crazy.

“Stop being so stupidly aggressive and—”

A bot lunged toward him from behind.

You moved before thinking, grabbing his wrist and yanking him backward. Your body twisted mid-air, and in one swift motion, you fired an energy blast, knocking the bot away before it could strike.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then, you realized—Bakugo was staring at you.

Not in anger. Not in irritation.

Just staring.

His crimson eyes flickered with something unreadable as he glanced from your grip on his wrist to your face. It was only then that you became aware of how close you were, your fingers wrapped tightly around his skin, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

You immediately let go, stepping back. “What?”

His gaze lingered a second longer before he scoffed, shaking his wrist like he was trying to erase the memory of your touch. “Nothin’.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You sure? Because for a second there, it almost seemed like you—”

“Shut up.”

You smirked. “Didn’t know you could get flustered, Bakugo.”

He bristled immediately. “Hah?? I’m not flustered!”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

His eye twitched.

Despite the bickering, something shifted after that.

You noticed how, for the rest of the exercise, Bakugo actually started to listen. He still barked orders, still acted like he was the one in charge, but his movements weren’t as reckless. He adjusted his pace, matched your rhythm, and—most surprising of all—he didn’t complain when you took the lead on strategy.

By the time you reached the checkpoint, you were both panting, covered in dust and sweat.

But you had won.

And for once, you didn’t feel like you had done it alone.

Bakugo exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “well, i guess your way doesn’t suck completely.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the almost compliment.

Then, a slow grin spread across your lips. “Wow. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me today.”

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “Don’t get used to it, dumbass.”

And yet—

Somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

Over time, things started to change.

It wasn’t immediate—Bakugo was still Bakugo, all sharp edges and loud shouting, and you were still you, struggling to figure out where you fit in this world. But little by little, he stopped treating you like a threat.

He’d still shove past you in the halls, but it wasn’t as aggressive. He still called you names, but they lacked venom.

And then there were the little things.

Like how he always seemed to end up in the same training group as you. Or how, when people whispered about your past, he was the one who shut them up.

It all came to a head one evening.

The rooftop was quiet.

The world stretched out before you, city lights blinking in the distance, casting a faint glow against the dark sky. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of the earth below, the lingering traces of smoke from Bakugo’s explosions still clinging to your uniform.

You had come up here to be alone.

But, of course, he found you anyway.

You didn’t turn when the door creaked open behind you, didn’t even acknowledge his presence as he stepped closer. The familiar weight of him, the quiet heat, settled beside you, but he didn’t speak.

That was the thing about Bakugo—he never did anything he didn’t want to do. Which meant if he was here, it wasn’t because he felt obligated.

It was because he chose to be.

“You always come up here to sulk?” His voice was gruff, but there was no real bite behind it.

You huffed out a small, humorless laugh. “I don’t sulk.”

He gave a low scoff. “Coulda fooled me.”

Silence stretched between you.

The wind whistled softly, ruffling your hair, sending a chill across your skin. But you barely felt it. The weight pressing against your chest was heavier than the cold.

“I just needed some air,” you muttered eventually, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Needed to clear my head.”

Bakugo didn’t respond right away. Instead, you heard the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees.

You should have expected what came next.

“You thinkin’ about them?”

You flinched.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeves, the answer already there—resting just behind your teeth.

Of course you were.

No matter how far you ran, no matter how much you tried to bury the memories, your past had a way of finding you. The voices of your family still echoed in your head, their lessons burned into your bones.

“You can’t trust heroes. You can’t trust anyone.”

“They will never accept you.”

“People like us? We don’t get happy endings.”

Your throat felt tight.

“I just…” You exhaled, rubbing a hand down your face. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Bakugo finally turned his head, his gaze sharp, unwavering. “Do what?”

You swallowed, barely managing to force the words out.

“Be a hero. Change.”

The confession hung heavy in the air.

For a long moment, Bakugo didn’t say anything. He just looked at you—really looked, his crimson eyes dark and unreadable.

Then, finally, he scoffed.

“You already did the hardest part, dumbass.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He leaned back, stretching his legs out, staring at the sky. His voice was lower now, quieter.

“You left.”

You frowned. “So?”

“So that means you already made your choice,” he said simply. “Ain’t easy to walk away from everything you’ve ever known.”

Your breath caught.

Because the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, like he understood—made something in your chest tighten.

“Doesn’t feel like it’s enough,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “People don’t see me as a hero. They see me as… as them. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it’s like I’m always one step away from proving them right.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him this.

Maybe because he was the only one who wouldn’t look at you with pity. Maybe because, despite everything, Bakugo had never once treated you like you were fragile.

Or maybe because, deep down, you knew—he understood.

Bakugo exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “You think I don’t get that?”

You turned to him, brow furrowing.

He scoffed. “People look at me like I’m gonna snap any day now. Like I’m some kinda walking disaster just waiting to go off.” His hands curled into fists, resting against his thighs. “You think I don’t hear ‘em whisperin’? Saying I’m too aggressive, too dangerous to be a hero?”

You stared at him, lips parting slightly.

You had known, of course. Everyone knew that Bakugo was intense. That he was loud and brash and prone to violence.

But you had never really thought about what that meant for him.

Because heroes weren’t supposed to be like that. Heroes were supposed to be bright and shining and perfect.

Bakugo wasn’t.

And neither were you.

Slowly, your fingers unclenched.

“It’s exhausting,” you murmured, voice soft. “Always feeling like you have to prove something.”

Bakugo let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

Another stretch of silence.

Then—

“fuck.” He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Screw ‘em.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, stretching his legs out again, his knee bumping against yours slightly. “People are always gonna talk shit. Always gonna expect the worst. So what? That don’t mean they’re right.”

You stared at him.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is what you do. So either let ‘em win, or prove ‘em all wrong.”

A lump formed in your throat.

Because—damn it.

For all his yelling, for all his rough edges and sharp words—Bakugo meant it.

He believed in you.

Maybe not in the loud, obvious way that others did. But it was there, hidden beneath the gruff exterior, in the way he was sitting here—choosing to be here.

For you.

Something inside you shifted.

Something warm, something steady.

You let out a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah. I think… I think I can do that.”

Bakugo scoffed, nudging your knee with his. “Damn right you can, dumbass.”

You laughed—a real, genuine laugh. The first in a long time.

And for the first time since stepping into U.A., for the first time since choosing to leave your past behind—

You didn’t feel so alone.

#✎ᝰ — sakuraszn !#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #anime #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x black reader #x black reader #x reader #eijiro kirishima #denki kaminari

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occamstfs · 3 months ago

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MuskMask Up

Found footage of the missing persons Eddie Leon and Bowen Chen, last seen vlogging at a new gym with a mandatory mask policy. Well documented is what seems to happen when one forgets theirs.

Mixing it up a bit! Diary entries within a short metanarrative police investigation- Meat of the story is coworkers bulking up at an advanced rate after borrowing masks from the gym, hope you enjoy! -Occam

The following footage was found by the now missing-in-action Detective Smith during a missing persons investigation of civilians Eduardo “Eddie” Leon and Bowen Chen. If you have any information on the whereabouts of the pair or Detective Smith please call APD with information.

February 1st:

The scene opens with Eddie’s face inches away from a tripod he’s setting up. Behind him, stretching outside the entrance to a gym, is coworker Bowen Chen. Eddie smiles once he sees the camera has begun recording and backs away to start the first vlog on his journey to better health. Hopping up and waving both hands with abandon, he does just that.

“Heyyy guys! Today’s day one of hitting the gym with Bowen! Obviously he knows what he’s doing so this whole thing should be a piece of cake- I mean look at him!” He gestures to his friend mid-drink of water and Bowen quickly chokes it down before shyly responding. Face blushing pink as he’s clearly not nearly as comfortable on camera.

“Ah, uhm- Yes. Hello, audience? I’ve been ah uhm, steady? At the gym for a few years now and Eddie was wondering if I could show him the ropes. Sooo, uhm.” Eduardo was very clear that he was going to be doing a vlog about the whole thing but Bowen had no idea how much a camera would put him on edge. Seeing him flounder and hearing every word come quieter than the last Eddie quickly picks up the slack.

“So yeah! We’re going to a new gym that opened up, all their ads brag about retention rate and quick results which is what I’m all about haha!” Seeing a man in a face mask come through the automatic doors behind him Eddie claps his hands and tacks on, “OH! They also still require face masks which, I don’t mind,” he playfully grasps his friend’s jaw causing blush to return over a shy grin, “it does mean you might be seeing less of this little cutie’s face but so it goes~ When in Brome hee hee!”

Bowen’s phone goes off as a timer set to ensure the pair stretch for long enough comes to an end. He then chastises Eddie for spending so long of their prep time vlogging before crossing his arms and resetting the clock to make sure his trainee stretches. Eddie quickly turns off the vlog with a wink, “Yikes already on his bad side haha~ See y’all later!”

February 9th:

“Helloooo guys~ Took my mask off real quick to record this.” He pauses to sniff the air and almost gags as he smells the musk of the gym, usually covered by his mask. “God is this what all gyms smell like?” Looking down at his sweat stained body and glistening chest he grimaces as he guesses he’s certainly not helping. Shaking it off he returns to his vlog, “Hm. I’ll edit that out- Helloooo Guys! You would not believe how much progress I’ve made already!”

He does a small flex and it’s clear he has put on more weight than would be expected, or rather more weight in a week than should be possible. “No one tells you how much you have to eat to put on mass, guys! Or I guess- Bowen told me huh?” He giggles and then jolts upright and turns the camera to his trainer working at a machine. “Speaking of gains there Mr. Mass is himself.” Behind the lens Eddie continues, “I forgot my mask today so the sweetie let me borrow his. Hear that ladies? This hunk’s also a gentleman. Someone get a ring on that finger!”

As Eddie continues to film Bowen’s reps it’s clear that something besides the effort is causing him discomfort. In fact it almost seems like the workout isn’t bothering him at all as he rolls his eyes before bending down to put more weight on the machine. With a free hand he plugs his nose to have the slightest moment of freedom from the musky scent that must be distracting him. Then as soon as he grunts through his first rep at the new weight a figure appears behind him, wearing a mask over the whole of his head and taps on his shoulder before clearly preparing to confront him.

“Oop, oh shit-” Eddie whispers, too far from his trainer to know what exactly the little confrontation is about, but after a few gestures to his maskless face it’s pretty clear. The sound of Eddie quickly putting his mask back on can be heard behind the camera as across the gym Bowen clearly nods a few times, assumedly acquiescing, motioning to pack up and head back later. He apologies and gestures for Eddie to head to the locker room but then the sweaty masked man waves him off and pats him on the back, pulling out a mask from his sweatpants.

Bowen’s gasp is loud enough to be heard enough on camera as he backs into the machine in shock as the brute holds out a mask retrieved from his sweaty pants. He waves his hands clear as day that he’s not about to put on that must-be stained mask. Eddie quickly gets off his machine and starts to head over check in on his friend. He knows Bowen hates attention and is wont to fold at any confrontation but surely he’s not about to be pressured into putting on that dirty rag.

Keeping the camera trained on Bowen just in case, he’s too focused on the shot to really notice the fear in the man’s eyes as he stares up at the masked figure. And then, with a gulp, Bowen shakily accepts the mask, close enough to read lips one could just about make out Bowen’s whispered apology, “I’m sorry sir it won’t happen again” And then he does the unthinkable and puts on the dirty mask. Eddie reacts quietly enough only for the camera to pick up, “Jesus Christ- Bo!? What are you doing?!”

After the masked man pats Bowen on the back, harder than one surely should, and offers a rough handshake, he departs. The camera captures a few more frames as Eddie walks the final few feet over. While not covered in sweat, it’s clear that the mask on Bowen’s face is wrinkled and has a small dark patch in its corner. Either from the workout or from the anxious confrontation, the trainer is clearly breathing heavily.

With each breath his eyes begin to glisten glassy. Staring off into the middle distance he adjusts his pants and seems distracted as each heaving breath strives to be deeper than the one that came before, as each gasp of musky air tries to instill more of the essence trapped within the wretched mask. His eyes almost begin to cross in the last frame before Eddie puts his phone in his pocket, leaving the last few seconds of the recording audio only. “Uhhhhm, Hey Bowen? What the fuck was that?”

There is a few seconds pause followed by the sound of presumably Bowen swallowing saliva before he answers “Oh! Uhhh yeah? I don’t know dude?” “Dude?” “Sorry my head feels like it’s swimming, Eddie? That was so uhh, intense-” The sound of adjusting clothing again comes through, someone pulling on the elastic band of their underwear.

Realizing the whole confrontation only happened because he forgot his own mask, Eddie apologizes, “That wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t take yours. Look we can swap if you-”“NO.” Silence follows once more before Bowen continues, “No I uhm- don’t mind br- Eddie. How about we call it there and head home?” Eduardo agrees and the pair head off to the locker room. After a few steps the recording ends.

February 15th:

The image begins as usual of Eddie from afar, though the sound of weight’s clanging is far louder than usual. After a few false starts interrupted by the din of falling metal, the vlogger walks a few feet away and begins talking to the camera, “Hey everyone, quick update this time-” Flexing to himself he takes a moment to address his continued growth before in the distance he hears brash, deep laughter and what little of his face is revealed makes his worry clear as day.

“I’m still chugging along but Bowen has, well blown up? Ever since the last vlog when that asshole made him wear a dirty mask it’s almost like he’s a totally different person? Here, look-” Eddie quickly pans the camera over to a man almost unrecognizable resting on a bench. Beyond having arms as large as Bowen’s legs should be, the man’s demeanor is indeed entirely different. He flexes his arm and moans to himself as he sees a central vein pushing against the strained shirt sleeve.

“Is it steroids? Do you think? OH! He’s also started using the masks the gym provides- Are there like, inhale-y steroids?” The vlogger quickly heads to the web to research, paying no mind to what the lens catch as the camera unintentionally witnesses the massive man lumbering up from his bench, leaving an unwiped sweat stain in his wake.

Massive pecs bounce with each step and thighs strain his shorts as he makes his way over to Eddie, “YO! Edster- Come help me stretch!” Eddie flinches as he’s shouted at, groaning uncomfortably he obeys his trainer. Forgetting he was taking a vlog at all he sets his phone down. The air fills with groans, cracking bones, and almost deliberately loud grunts from Bowen.

“You know I seem to remember you wanting to not put on too much weight Bo?”

There’s a deep guffaw, “Pshyeah, but y’know, when the muscle-bug bites huhuh!” The sound of his sleeves straining from a performative flex covers up his breathy moan from hyperextension. “Woah bro, why do you look so down?”

Clearly not thinking his mood would be caught by a man whose only gear has suddenly become self-obsessed, Eddie stumbles, “Well I don’t know, I guess? I’m just worried about- You just seem a little different is all.

“Huh.” There’s a long silence interrupted only by the buzz of music and clanging weights far off. Then there’s a quick gasp as in one motion Bowen stands and hoists Eddie into the air, “woAH! Bo! Put me down!”

“Huhuh no bro I get it- You don’t know why you’re not seein’ results as good as mine I totally get it!” Eddie grunts and gags in arms that truly could snap him in half, “Ugh B- you’re so sweaty ple-ugh.” Squirming in the behemoth’s grasp his face is forced into sweaty pecs that promptly stain his mask a dark blue. “God you’re going to get your b.o. All over me dude-”

There are a few more seconds of complaint before Bowen finally drops his little buddy. Picking up his phone there’s a look of concern or questioning on his face, any number of thoughts soar through his mind, has Bowen always been that tall? Why has he grown so much? What happened to him, is it going to happen to me? And then he takes a deep breath. A sigh in relief or irritation, it’s unclear, but it doesn’t matter. The camera gets a much better glimpse this time as the gym-goer breaths in the oh-so musky, mask filtered air.

Under the mask his mouth squrims into a grimace, but already eyes begin to give way to thoughtless longing. With another breath one twitches while the other falls open wide, wanting nothing more than to mainline the scent directly into his nervous system. Pupils dilate large enough to almost hide his cacao irises before a meaty hand pats him on the back, “Earth to Eddo- Bro? You comin’ to wash up or what huhuh!” Jarred back to sentience, Eddie nods and follows him, the recording ending a few moments after.

February 22nd:

The camera alights on someone unrecognizable baring his torso for fans he doesn’t yet have, though the glazed look in his eyes is more than enough hint to prove it is the vlogger before he introduces himself. “Yoooo guys! Back at it again with Bowen, how’re we lookin?”

Eddie flexes a thick bicep and smirks under his mask, adjusting it as he laughs. It’s deeper, slower, a far cry from his usual giggle. “oh yeah, I’ve been usin’ the gyms masks just like Bowen said. And I gotta say, I think they’re the real secret of this place, I’ve just been packin’ on muscle since I started borrowing them.”

Standing to his side, Bowen makes himself known, somehow even bulkier than last time. Veins criss cross his forearms and shoulders stretch wide enough that it’s a wonder he was able to even get the suctioned compression shirt om. The thin elastic straps of his mask almost snap as he speaks up, the meek camera-shy man he once was clearly erased from his mind, “I’m saying Ed! Don’t know why you were holdin’ out on trying them after seeing how much I’ve grown!” Bowen crosses his arms and his top is stretched to his limits.

Eddie laughs before his eyes go dull as laughter leaves him with no choice but to take yet another deep breath. Lost in a thought that seems to never come, his words are barely audible enough to be caught by the camera almost mistakable for a moan, it may as well be one. He whispers “need more.” Drawn out like a death knell his vocal chords creak as they lengthen. And then, the camera captures the impossible.

It looks as if it’s edited. Arms go limp as they hang lower, bloat larger, heavier, barely staying in their sockets before his shoulders similarly bulge into thick balls of muscle. Pecs that have existed for less than a month push his sweaty tank top to its limits. The bench on which he rests creaks under his weight as thighs send tears through athletic shorts that were already too tight to wear.

Behind him, his massive trainer’s eyes widen as he pauses his workout to stare at Eddie’s growth. Hungrily watching as individual strands of muscle flex and surge. Were his own mask not already sweat-stained, the drool frothing from his mouth may be more apparent. Bowen lets his weights clatter to the floor as he staggers close and leans in close to Eddie’s neck, sniffing like a predator, releasing something in between a whimper and grown as his scarred palms clench at his prey-apparent’s biceps, still bulging larger in his hands.

Bowen’s chest, over doubled in size since he began frequenting this gym, produces a rumble low enough to barely register as words. Through his mask he teeths the man’s neck, “Think I got another idea to get some gains Eddie.” This stirs the man from his reveries though does not for minute stop his growth as he bolts to his feet, almost falling forward from the new weight on his chest. Surely he would have had the man about to work him out maintained the iron grip on his arm.

Not another word is heard from the pair as they swiftly retreat to the locker room. The tripod continues filming until Eddie’s phone dies and contains little else of note. Other gym goers wander around the background, all of them masked and many of them stare forward with the same glazed eyes as they sit at various machines, laughing to themselves, breathing heavily, and lifting more with each heaving rep. Just before his phone dies and the recording ends, the man who gave Bowen his mask collects the tripod, through his mask a smile is clear on his face.

On March fifteenth newly promoted Detective Archie Smith follows up on a lead from coworkers of the missing men that the pair had recently started hitting up the Musclerade Gym. something about vlogging. The detective didn’t care. Miraculously, almost immediately did he find a pair of men who identify as Eduardo and Bowen. The only thing is-both resolutely deny ever having worked in an office building. Beyond that, it barely takes a glance to tell that despite their names and races that they cannot be the men in question. By sheer body weight alone, it’s impossible

Sure Mr. Chen looks healthy enough in his license photo but that massive hunk that stands before him could punch straight through the Detective. With a gulp Archie finds his eyes desperately wanting to trace the powerful muscles, begging for his attention through spandex and strained nylon. He finds his attention drawn to his own crotch as he can’t help but trace the veins on ‘Eduardo’s’ flexing arms to a hairy armpit dripping with sweat. Before he’s lost to his lusts however, he comes to his senses as the acrid musk pouring from both men sears his nose.

With a grunt he shakes off the beyond unprofessional distraction and meets the eyes of both men, neither too pleased to see the officer in their space. He fakes a smile and turns to continue his investigation before being intercepted by a man who seems to be of some authority, pulling him off to the side. Only his eyes are visible which sets Archie on edge. “What seems to be the problem officer?”

He explains his case and the mystery man calls the pair over, their harsh glares soften and Eddie laughs as he’s reminded of his little vlogs. Apparently the pair are trainers at the gym which despite some strange ping at the back of his mind, ignoring something screaming from his gut, when he sees their sculpted forms, smells their noxious odors, he can’t help but believe them. The masked man even offers to give him the recorded film, that is as long as he’s okay adhering to the gym’s guidelines while he waits.

There’s a glint in the eyes of both massive men now standing behind him as they each dislodge wrinkled masks from stained pants that have clearly suffered at least one gym session. Prepared to suffer more discomfort than this to sate his curiosity he throws on one of the hopefully unused masks. It’s at this point that the case goes cold.

This recounting of events, along with a copy of Eduardo Leon’s ‘vlogs’ were found sloppily scrawled on some magazines near the shredded uniform of Officer Smith. It doesn’t seem to be his handwriting unless he were racing quite hastily against, well. I haven’t quite the idea what. I suppose it is of some note that they were next to a bloated member of the gym who didn’t have any I.D. on him. His clothes seemed to be from a lost and found as they didn’t fit quite right. We were unable to further investigate his identity, but without a doubt it simply could not be Officer Smith.

The junior officer who retrieved the evidence could scarcely spend five minutes next to the man, and given Smith’s predilections towards order and cleanliness it simply could not be him. Unfortunately the state of the gym put the officer in such unease that he did no further investigation. It’s a shame as when an investigation team was sent the following day it was as if the gym was never there. I am not one for flights of fancy, it is my belief that the whole situation was simply some drug front, perhaps steroids. At any rate should you see, or perhaps smell any of these men. I advise caution. And under no circumstances should you borrow one of their face masks, obviously.

Included above are to our best knowledge are the most recent sightings of Bowen Chen, Eduardo Leon, and finally a third depicting Eduardo alongside who we believe to be the man of interest found nearby Officer Smith’s uniform. It seems they haven’t stopped growing, that is, if this all isn’t some wild goose chase. Again, if you have information do report to APD. Though please refrain from submitting any, biological material. We have lost enough of the forensics department to this mania as is.

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babypudge · 2 months ago

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"Looks like they knew you were coming, little man. Check it out, there's a changing table just waiting!" Daddy stood in the open doorway and pointed to the chaise lounge in the corner of the hotel room, positioned where a couch would normally be. Concerned that the couple at the end of the hallway might have heard, you blushed and slightly squirmed in place before rolling your Paw Patrol suitcase into the room. “Speaking of which, I’m sure somebody needs a change after that long train ride…” he smirked before vigorously patting the swollen diaper that was not-so-subtly concealed under the nylon shorts that you’d pointlessly protested against earlier that morning as being too tight and short.

“First things first, tiger. Just drop your new diaper bag over there and hop on. I’ll get ya’ fixed up in no time!” You waddled your way over to the “changing table” and dropped the transparent blue plastic backpack filled to the brim with diapers and baby supplies that you’d been unexpectedly saddled with just before heading into the train station security check. Somehow, Cookie Monster's big smile on the backpack's front panel did little to console you in the moment.

Between your shorts, the more-than-obvious diaper bag (which was unlikely to be left behind during your three day trip to Legoland) and Daddy insisting that it was “perfectly fine” for you to watch Mickey Mouse Funhouse on the train using the speakers on your tablet after he “forgot” your headphones, this had already been one of the most embarrassing days of your life - and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

After the familiar ritual of wipes, power, fresh padding and some cuddles from your good buddy Chase, the morning’s ordeals felt far enough away that you could start to relish them in retrospect. Sure, they were rarely fun in the moment, but the excitement you felt both before and after these moments of public baby exposure tended to last far longer than the actual humiliation.

As Daddy snapped a photo, you thought how lucky it was that you’d been randomly booked into a room with an unlikely piece of furniture that was perfectly tailored to your needs. Daddy was right, it was like they knew you were coming.

That’s because they did know.

You see - in the age of online booking, travel agents need to go the extra mile to keep their clients happy, and Daddy’s travel agent is the best in the business. In the past, she’d mostly just given the staff advanced warning of things like a grown man in water-wings and a pair of Lil' Swimmers splashing around the shallow end of the pool or Daddy’s habit of leaving a bag of yesterday’s dirty diapers outside the door on days when he didn’t feel like having the maid clean up the room.

However, it seems her contact at this new hotel chain worked across the hallway from the company’s “accessibility and inclusion” team, who were desperately trying to find a project to spend the remainder of the department’s budget on before the end of the fiscal year - and unlike their normal projects like widening doorways or adding wheelchair ramps, prototyping furniture to accommodate an oversized baby would certainly get the attention of the higher-ups at the next company-wide meeting.

The combination chaise lounge/changing table was by far the most subtile concept that the team came up with. It was made with the idea of being permanent fixture that could blend in when the room was being occupied by "adults" and has a far less juvenile print than the other overtly childish designs. For example, there's the adorable diaper-clad koala bear on the sheets of the folding crib that's being rolled down the hallway to your room or the silly circus animals printed on the mesh sides of the massive playpen in the hotel gym that'll keep you safely secured during Daddy's morning workout.

By the end of the trip - after being strapped into the bright red highchair awaiting you in the middle of the lobby restaurant for several hands-only mealtimes, after the staff confirms that it's okay for Daddy to take your complimentary stroller with you to the theme park, after very thoroughly “testing” the newly fortified diaper changing station in the first floor men's room during the A.M. checkout crowds, and after the hotel's marketing department contacts Daddy to use his photos for an online ad campaign that smashes all previous records for shares and engagement - you'll look back at the minor embarrassments of this morning and yearn for the time when the indignities and humiliations that come with your baby-status relented for long enough for you to enjoy them half as much as your Daddy does.

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immortalmrwavell · 2 months ago

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The Identity Transfer

(Original story posted February 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!

Written for @the-natwolf

It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling exhausted and wanting nothing more than to chill out for the last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he’d finished his meal, he was collapsing onto his bed with a drink in hand as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through some of his socials.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he flicked through the various posts. Some were of his friends, some being adverts and others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling had to be the huge manly hunks showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man, who could blame him. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.

“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself as he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and masculine. It made sense though. After all, Nat was 26 now and stood at around 5’7 with a pretty lean average build. He wasn’t really that hairy either. He might not have been as hunky as the men he drooled over but he didn’t hate his body. He was content with what he had… mostly. When there were guys out there his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not to be at least a little envious of them.

He took another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram. Ched Uzor!

He was a massive dude in every sense. Incredibly tall and insanely muscular with dashing good looks that made the smaller man swoon every time. Along with almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before. He could never get enough of drinking that man in.

As it turned out Ched was an online coach that took on clients to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he posted tons of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There were even a few where he stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. Those posts always drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs was always a treat. Not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s gigantic biceps looked to be the same size as one of Nat’s legs!

He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There were of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up which was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his British English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off. He hadn’t expected it when he first heard Ched’s voice but he certainly didn’t hate it. He found it being quite the turn on actually!

Eventually he’d begun to lose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at this man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:

- Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can gather, you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to proceed in making that possible for you? -

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he hesitated. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. The logical part of his mind was telling him it was most likely a scam or a virus or some kind but at the same time something else was tugging at him. Telling him that it was real and to just trust it… so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply read:

- Confirmation Received. Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information… -

Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.

- Preparation Complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0% -

Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.

His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when they started expanding too! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or spent lots of time in the gym. Before long his enlarged hands had turned a deep ebony in colour and that darker hue was quickly starting to spread across his light skin. He tossed his phone onto the couch in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…

- Physical Transfer… 5% -

Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms looked as though they belonged to a black man! He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt a warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began expanding with muscle!

It began once again with his forearms pumping up rather aggressively with his biceps and triceps quickly following suit as they grew to seemingly no end. It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt but the fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps until a faint ripping sound could be heard. That sound only got louder as his shoulders started to bulge, growing into huge boulders of muscle.

He looked… ridiculous! His arms were huge, bulky and a completely different colour to the rest of his small white body. Thankfully it wouldn’t stop there though. As soon as his arms finally reached their full enormous size, the transformation began to spread further.

- Physical Transfer… 25% -

Saying Nat was bewildered would be an understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the couch. The sleeves on his t-shirt were torn in multiple places and only continued to tear as he checked out his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym. Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place on his much smaller pale body.

Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. It started with small splotches of colour appearing across his chest, stomach, back and traps. At first making his skin appear tanned in those spots but as the patches spread and connected to one another, the tone deepened even further until it matched the same rich ebony skin colour his arms now proudly adorned.

- Physical transfer… 40% -

After what had just happened down with his now hulking arms, Nat already had a good idea of what to expect next when the warm tingle across his torso subsided. He stared down at himself, breath hitching slightly as he waited. And then he felt it. A strange pulsing sensation flooding through his upper body and then…

“UUROOUGGHH!…” Nat bellowed as his chest suddenly heaved forwards, his once unimpressive pecs eagerly starting to take shape. What was previously a relatively flat chest ballooned out into a juicy pair of meaty muscle tits that strained desperately against the front of his shirt. At the same time he found his torso growing thicker and wider in unison with his pecs. His back broadened more by the second until a massive rip tore across the spine of his shirt as he hulked out of it. It simply wasn’t able to contain so much man.

Nat’s eyes began to flicker and roll with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. The changes were so overwhelming but at the same time… he didn’t want it to stop. Even smiling a little as he felt his traps start to bulge and his neck thicken slightly to compensate. But it didn’t end there. Even as all this new muscle was growing, his height had been increasing a little as well. His torso had grown significantly longer as his former 5’7 statue extended up to 5’11. It couldn’t be more obvious as his shirt rode up enough to give the world a view of his new thick dark abs.

That said he still looked quite ridiculous. He had the arms and torso of a bulky black man with the head and lower body of an average white dude. Not for much longer though.

- Physical Transfer… 65% -

The changes seemed slowed down towards his neck for time being but they didn’t stop their march downwards to the lower half of his body. Naturally the first things to be swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the insane transformation and only wanted more! He didn’t know how it was possible but it just felt so damn good! All he could think about now was the rest of his body getting huge and how amazing it was going to feel!

The back of his jeans started to grow tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively, plumping itself up with more and more muscle. Before long his jeans were forced to really stretch themselves over two thick globes that put his former ass to shame. But it didn’t stop at the heavy black jock butt. If anything Nat’s attention was much more focused on his crotch as he rubbed a large hand over it. He could already feel the next change setting in fast.

His hard and already black cock started to bulge obscenely in his pants as it pumped itself bigger and fatter. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder inside the confines of his jeans. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan when his balls suddenly bloated to a huge and heavy size without warning. A glob of precum stained the inside of his pants as his nuts swelled with jock seed.

- Physical Transfer… 75% -

As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken multiple shades in tone. The change crept lower before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come. His entire body from the neck down was black!

Moments later that now familiar pulsing sensation travelled up and down his legs. What followed was the sound of his jeans ripping at seams as his legs started to pack on years worth of hard earned muscle in a matter of minutes. His thighs thickened to watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of sturdy footballs. During which all Nat could hear was the sound of his legs tearing his jeans apart. But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all the muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4! By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with a set of huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They were in complete tatters like his shirt. The button on the front had popped off and his ankles were exposed thanks to the jeans now riding up his legs!

He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation wasn’t waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with size. They grew at such a rapid rate that within moments they completely burst out of his shoes. With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were.

- Physical Transfer… 90% -

Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin resumed its spread up over his neck and towards his head. It took a little longer than the rest of the body but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s once pale skin left. Every inch of him was now a rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the rest of his features to catch up!

A warm wave of tingly pleasure washed over his head as the final changes began. It started with the lump in his throat shifting slightly and readjusting to give him a slightly deeper and more intimidating voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. The main event however was the face itself. Facial features began moving, growing, shrinking, sharpening and softening in all the right places until there was almost no resemblance to the original Nat left. His jaw was stronger, his lips were fuller and his nose was broader. The only thing left was his hair but even that quickly began to recede from the shaggy mop it had once been into something much shorter. Forming into tight neat curls that were distinctly black. And to top it all off a short bristly beard sprouted across his face to match, making his visage all that much more handsome.

- Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed! -

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different to the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features to the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason. He had to see what he looked like.

He was in luck as he’d recently put up a new mirror in his bedroom of which he soon found himself stumbling towards, not used to his new weight and centre of gravity. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any hunk… it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor! The same man he’d been drooling over online for years!

Of course Nat was far too distracted to notice but across the room on his bed, the message on his phone changed as it began to initiate the next phase…

- Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information… -

Being blissfully unaware of this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to experience what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he'd always felt like the short dude in a crowd but now that he was 6’4 things are gonna be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor looked so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny now. It was crazy to wrap his head around but he could certainly get used to it.

- Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0% -

Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in tatters as they struggled to contain his new godly form. Despite that, he had to get a proper look. And so he gripped his torn t-shirt and with one swift motion, ripped it off his torso with ease. Tossing the fabric to one side, Nat took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a generous squeeze before pinching at his dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck with a body like this. He was gonna have dudes practically falling to their knees before him.

“Mmm I wonder if I can bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving the new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. Suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. No wonder because he’s been able to bounce them like that for years now!

- Mental Transfer… 10% -

Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention as well, running his hands across the hard ridges with a bite of his lip before moving onto his arms. Sure he’d given them a good flex earlier but now he had the rest of the body to back them up. To say they were unreal wouldn’t do them enough justice. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating.

“Ughhh yeah!… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. He was getting drunk on the sensation of how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size! Now he and everyone he met couldn’t seem to get enough of them.

- Mental Transfer… 25% -

He just had to see his body in its full glory. Not wasting any more time Chat gripped his jeans and just like with his shirt he ripped them off before tossing the remains to the side. Now all he had covering himself was an extremely tight pair of underwear that had the tip of his excited cock peeking out one of the leg holes. Overall he was pretty surprised that his underwear seemed intact. Or so he thought anyway.

After giving a quick twirl in the mirror, he was fast to notice a huge rip down the back that gave a perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Chat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about!” He smirked as he took pride in the powerful glutes he’d crafted over the years, just as impressive as the rest of his body.

But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Chat was willing enough to oblige. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before ripping off his underwear and allowing his fat new dick to spring free at last. Finally he was able to get a good look at his body in its entirety. “Thank fuck I decided to drop college so I could work on my body.” He stated proudly while turning to look at himself from every possible angle

- Mental Transfer… 50% -

Chat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped around him. He was starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head to be replaced by a new one. His intelligence dropped a fair margin in the process from the IQ of an intelligent young man to the level of a blissful jock. Not dumb per say but not as bright as he once was either.

Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand before pumping it slowly. For some reason it felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer. It felt far too amazing to rush.

He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!

- Mental Transfer… 80% -

As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Just enjoying the feeling until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed that tight puckered hole however, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before. Not to mention his asshole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.

“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Chet moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.

- Mental Transfer… 90% -

Chet began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror, his own body seeming so hypnotising for some reason. It baffled him as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t bother questioning it. How could he when he could already feel his fat bull balls starting to churn. They were getting ready to shoot while his cock grew more and more sensitive by the second. All of his senses were being overloaded as a thick haze settled over his mind. And soon enough that pleasure began to peak…

Chet couldn’t stop himself from flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “FUUUUUUuuuuuccckkkkk…” Chet moaned heartily as his massive dick shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror like an erupting volcano. Shooting more cum than he ever had in his life while giving the reflective glass a sticky coating of delicious man milk.

- Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error… -

The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the meter seemed to get stuck on 98%.. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without having shown the 100% at all.

- Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day. -

The strange pop up claimed proudly before disappearing without a trace. The phone returned to Ched’s Instagram, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.

Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of to a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and those ripped clothes on the floor certainly didn’t belong to him. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for a moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. The dude’s name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place.

And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched grabbed some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. He knew how thirsty some of his followers were and they were always eager to get another glimpse at his incredible body. Not that he could blame them.

———

- 4 Months Later -

Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place. He couldn’t really put it into words. It was almost like nagging in the back of your mind when you’ve forgotten something but can’t remember what. Regardless he thanked the smaller man before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.

Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there were a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…

For example he still hadn’t gotten over this weird fascination with his own body he’d developed lately. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he had no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscles while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and had no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual. Getting into bed with hot chicks left and right to fuck their bimbo brains out… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.

You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either. Like he was properly eyeing them up. His gaze was constantly being drawn to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why were these feelings suddenly surfacing now!?

Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…

Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give it a go and ask him out or hook up maybe?… see what happens?

Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor! Only now he was a little gayer than before. And you know what? He was okay with that.

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