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C'mon Weiss, you really gonna let Blake monopolize that fat, hairy cock of Yang's? When you're just as thicc if not thiccer than her? When your fat, wobbly, pale ass shows those nice hard smacks better than her? You're no pillow princess like Blake, so get to twerking that booty on his dick and slurping down that cock like your life depends on it.

Weiss huffed as the two lovebirds sat next to each other, or should she say Blake sat on top of their shared blonde teammate, no doubt grinding her famously fat rear against the muscular brawler as if no one knew what she was doing. And Yang, that brute.. That handsome, gorgeous, tall, masculine brute, ate it up.

Weiss pouted as she pushed around her food with a fork. She was not jealous, she was.. Simply lamenting the fact that Yang became Blake's partner over her, instead Weiss was stuck with his younger sister.. She wondered just how different things would have been should he have found her first, wondered if she'd be the one wiggling her butt against his-

"Shh, we can't~ I've gotta do some special mission with Ruby tonight~" Weiss snapped out of her daze as Blake whispered out a giggle, trying to push the man's exploring hands out of her skirt.

"Ugh, but that means I gotta be alone with the Ice Queen, can't we just sneak out and go to a hotel?" Yang wasn't nearly as quiet, uncaring that the rest of the school knew he was plowing the famously bottom heavy Blake.

"No, last time we did Ruby nearly drowned me in sad puppy dog eyes; Besides, Weiss has been doing.. Better.. She's trying, who knows, you might have fun."

Weiss winced, she'd been.. A little entitled..

"Fuck, fine, but once you get back I'm going to bend you over and-"

"Shhh!!" Blake shoved her hand against his mouth, even as she tried to act like she wasn't looking forward to what he was saying.

Weiss knew all of this, she wasn't eve sure why she was listening. Tonight, Weiss and Yang would be alone in their room, for an entire weekend. Just her, and the massive, handsome, disheveled beast of a teammate.. The pang of guilt took alight in her chest and she recounted her plan, but the jolt of heat and pleasure between her thighs was stronger.

"Ladybug solo adventure!!" Ruby cheered to her left, she was excited, a chance to better know the girl who was banging dating her older Brother, no doubt she saw it as a chance to get closer to Blake as a team leader and friend as well.

"Hurray." Weiss didn't care, she counted the seconds the two were gone, as a matter of fact, fighting her blush as she thought more about her plan.. No, she was going to go through with it, no backing down now.

"Don't sound so excited Snow Angel, I might think you're in love with me!" Yang's sarcastic remark cut through her thoughts, mistaking her disinterest in Ruby's personal friendships for a lack of interest in being alone with him. How wrong he was.

"I'm simply looking forward for some alone time in a quieter room than normal." She said diplomatically. No need to show her hand now, not when she was so close.

"It's gonna be real quiet alright," Yang grinned, and Weiss knew what was coming next, preparing herself mentally to not blush and squeeze her thighs together excitedly. "Once I'm done blowing your back out and all our neighbors hear your pretty singing voice!"

"Ugh, really?" Blake rolled her eyes. No matter what Blake did, she could never make him stop making such sexual jokes to their females friends, or Weiss herself.

"Classy. Not even going to buy me dinner first? How brutish." Weiss rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to ask him to fuck her brains out over the cafeteria table.

"Nah, the cheapest girls are usually the ones you gotta pay for!"

Why does he think she said it?! She'll be his cheap fucking whore!

"Yaaaaaannggg!!!" Ruby yelled and whined, her face, well, ruby red as she pulled her hood up over her face to hide her eyes. "I don't wanna think about you doing.. stuff to our friends!!"

"Alright, we should go, come on Ruby, we've gotta go pack our bags." Blake was quick to act, glaring at Yang's grinning face as she escorted the still red and hiding young Rose away by her hand, no doubt trying to draw attention away from the fact that he was doing stuff to Blake as well.

"Yeah yeah, I'll talk to you later tonight on scroll, 'kay? I'm gonna go get some late training in, gotta blow off some steam without you around!"

""Yang!!"" The two yelled in frustration and embarrassment and hurried away from the curious eyes of the dinner rush.

"Welp, looks like it's just you and me now, Ice Queen!" Yang laughed and brushed his fingers through his long golden hair, pushing it back and out of his face in a perfectly messy way. Weiss wanted to sit on that gorgeously infuriating face. "Or it will be, after I get back from training!"

"Yes, well, I have some things I need to do before tonight as well, so I wish you luck on whatever it is you wish to learn tonight." Weiss wanted nothing more than to see his muscles ripple and burn as he worked out, but she had plans, and plans needed preparation.

"Haha! Wear something cute for me tonight, will ya?" Yang winked playfully, pushing away from the table, "I'll need somewhere to blow off some steam after all!"

Weiss knew he was just joking, it was just what he did, he'd even smack a girl's butt if he thought he could get away with it.. Nora was the usual victim, the ditzy girl didn't seem to mind at all, she took the joke at face value, even Pyrrha got it once, she turned into a blushing mess.. Even his younger sister wasn't safe from the adventurous hands of Yang Xiao Long..

"Maybe I will." Weiss started, trying to keep her straight face, even as Yang's eyes widened at the apparent seriousness of her offer. "I'll wear something.. appropriately inappropriate, and in exchange you don't tell a soul, and keep yourself quiet for the weekend. What do you say?"

Weiss's heart raced, she could feel her cheeks heating up, telling the amateur model directly she would dress like a slut for him was step one, but one of the hardest.. But she saw it, that glint in his eyes, a red blooded stud who couldn't say no to a little eye candy, especially from one of his gorgeous friends.

"Seriously? Do you even own something "inappropriate?"" Yang grinned, fishing for details already, clearly excited at the idea. "Got something that shows your ankles, Princess~?"

Yang mocked, but she had to double down, no turning back, Weiss stood up from her seat, and sashayed around to his side of the table with a serious, albeit blushing, look, putting some extra sway to her surprisingly wide hips. No turning back. Getting right up to him, she stood at chest height, looking up at him with a challenge in her eyes and her hands on her hips.

"'I've got something that shows much more than that Xiao Long," She pushed her finger into his steel hard chest, not moving his solid frame a single inch. "But I won't say another word until you promise it'll be a secret between us."

She could see it, he was curious AND hungry to see it, it made her feel sexy as hell, and as his grin grew, she knew she just crossed step one of her plan.

"Deal." He practically growled, looking down at her like a lion looking at a lamb. "Guess I'll be seeing you tonight than, Princess~"

She wanted to drop to her knees right there before he walked passed her right side, her legs almost giving as she relaxed a little, her shoulders almost slumping as the-

"Aaah~!!" Weiss covered her mouth with shock and embarrassment as the tall roguish stud turned quickly and gave her plump pale ass a nice meaty smack as he passed, winking devilishly at her as she whipped her head around to look at him.

"That's a cute reaction, I'm gonna love hearing more~" Yang turned and walked away nonchalantly, as if he didn't just find another girl he could grope and spank and get away with it.

He must have thought he just embarrassed her in front of the whole school, that he's now allowed to give her butt a good smack whenever he feels like, just like Nora, or Blake.. He probably didn't realize she nearly came and had her own juices trailing down her thighs..

Gods.. She was going to make that man destroy her~

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Yang grinned and winked at the gawking ladies he passed by in the halls and on his way to his dorm, his shirt gone, a towel around his neck, sweat dripping down her muscular body and a gym bag on his hand. He worked hard to look this good, no amount of Blake getting jealous and possessive was gonna stop him from flaunting what he got~

But surprisingly, this time he wasn't as focused on the babes wanting to ride him like a horse, instead, he found himself actually excited to see Weiss! It was a shock for him too, but with the promise of seeing the pretty princess in some cute little outfit, Yang figured only one of two things was gonna happen next

One; Yang was gonna find Weiss chickened out and he gets to have fun mocking her relentlessly till the girls get back.

Or two; Her version of something "inappropriate" was something normal chicks wear on a hot day, in which case he gets to mock her relentlessly about it.

Yang snickered and wondered which it would be as he pulled his scroll free from his basketball shorts, his massive bulge clearly visible even soft and running down his thigh.. Maybe that's what the girls were staring at? He chuckled. Whatever.

His scroll beeped as the lock turned and he pushed the door open, eyes immediately darting across the room to find his prize, but to no avail, just some bottles of lotion or whatever sat on Weiss' bed there.

"Ah fuck, did she chicken out that hard?" He said out loud, throwing his bag onto Blake's bed.

"I'll be out in just a second!" He heard from the restroom door. Ah, more waiting.

"Hurry up Princess, this is supposed to be a reason for me to stay quiet, not yell through the door!" Yang slammed the front door shut behind him and plopped heavily down onto Weiss' bed, just to annoy her, ready to take a long shower once the pretty princess finally got out.. of.. the..

Yang's lilac eyes shot open as wide as dinner plates as the door opened and out walked the usually conservatively dressed heiress in nothing but the most intricately designed yet gorgeously slutty lingerie he'd ever seen in his life, long black thigh high stockings held up her plump, pale, meaty thighs by a garter belt, passed a pair of extremely sheer black panties that did nothing to hide Weiss' perfectly smooth and pale quim from his roaming eyes.

The black garter belt around her thin waist only accentuated her shockingly wide hips and slim stomach, his eyes drinking in every single detail hungrily as they roamed even further up to her sheer black bra, the thin black lace didn't cover her small, adorable, pink little nipples either, her pale skin clashing against the black perfectly as even her small breasts looked absolutely delicious behind the thin sheen of sheer fabric.

The blush across Weiss' gorgeous, makeup touched up face looked as beautiful as it did adorable, she looked away, a small half pout as her eyes darted to him and back to the most interesting corner of the room in the world, her plump lips looking glossy, pink, and oh so tasty, the thin black choker wrapped around her thin neck looking so perfectly placed even as the long, literally see through black lace robe cascaded down her lithe but curvy body.

Yang couldn't keep the beast between his legs from throbbing at the shocking sight, his eyes so drawn to every intricate and beautiful sultry curve that he almost missed the tall black high heels. 'Fuck me' heels, he called them..

"W-Well, how do I look?" Weiss stuttered, and Yang almost missed it as he imagined folding the dainty yet evidently thicc Princess like a fucking pretzel and fucking her over every single surface in this fucking room.

"Fuck.." Yang was not known for his elegant way with words, that's for sure, but he knew even if he was, words would not be able to accurately describe just how viciously he wanted to wreck the little Heiress like a fucking sextoy.

"I-I.." Weiss looked shy, it was so cute it hurt, so shy and submissive, like he'd never seen the usually strong willed and bitchy girl before. So defenseless..

"I know my breasts aren't that big, b-but," The girl started, almost hesitating but looking like she was on a mission. Yang wondered how much she had planned of this little show. "But I'm actually just as big, b-back here, as Blake~"

That little smile was almost enough to distract him from how she suddenly stepped closer and turned around, hooking her robe out of the way, as if it wasn't as clear as a tinted window, to show off just how FAT the Princess' pillowy cheeks were. Two perfectly round, plump, planetary globes of pale wobbly booty meat sat inches from Yang's face, two mountainous balls of dough bigger than his head in nothing but a tiny, black, seductive little black thong..

Dare he say.. Bigger than Blake's..

He's not sure how he never noticed, but he guessed that fluffy skirt and skirt liner did well enough to hide the fucking dumptruck Weiss has been hauling around.

"Holy fuckin' shit.." Jesus fuckin' Christ, Yang was hard as steel, his foot long cock tenting his thin shorts easily, and he couldn't even hope to hide the fact that the famously icy queen of Beacon had him throbbing.

"Wh.. What's the matter, not gonna smack it th-this time~?" Weiss tried so hard to seem like she was teasing him, but that stutter and needy look in her eye gave it away easily. Weiss Schnee was dressed like a high class slut, practically begging him to smack her ass..

"Is that what you want~?" The words left his mouth before he could catch them "Want me to smack this fat, slutty ass~?" Blake's face crossed his vision for just a second before that massive meaty ass filled it once again, his hands reaching up to yank her by the hips close to him, practically making her bend over in his face.

"Y-Yes~" Weiss practically squeaked it out, begging. "Y-Yes Sir, p-please smack my fat, slutty ass~" She was beat red and biting her lip so gorgeously, those words out of Weiss' mouth made him want to pin her face down and break her goddamn bed. She was such a proper, pristine little lady, hearing her call herself a slut for him made him wild.

With a harsh, quick, meaty smack, Yang's hand slapped down on that pale, bouncy cheek, and his fingers sunk into her doughy, soft, pillowy flesh like a cloud, gripping firmly to feel just how soft it was in his hand, how warm her flesh was against his, and he just couldn't stop his other hand from clapping down on her other cheek, mauling the flesh like two giant balls of warm, fresh dough.

"A-Aaah~ Y-Yes~ Y-Your hands are so strong, a-and rough~" He could see her dripping sex through her sheer black panties, so close.. Her knees shaking, her breathy, labored gasps as he groped and molested her fat ass like a stress toy.. "M-More~ I-I'll be a good girl for you, S-Sir~"

"I never knew you were such a needy whore," He growled, by accident, not even knowing he said it out loud before it was too late, but he meant it. "A closet whore waiting for us to be alone~ You naughty little slut~" He emphasized the last word with a nice harsh smack once again, watching the Princess cake ripple and jiggle in his hands for a few seconds from the slap.

"A-Aah~! Y-Yes, I'm your little naughty slut~ I-I trained this wh-whole time for you, D-Daddy~" She was scared to say the word, he could tell, but she wanted him to accept it so bad, not scare him away. That's okay, he liked it. The fourth vicious smack was to show that. "F-Fuuck~! I know you like.. A-Anal the most, s-so I learned how for you~ I-I know she would never let you, b-but I will~"

The little part of his brain whispering Blake's name was getting louder, but he was only getting harder, more hungry. It was screaming her name, but all he could focus on was how he grabbed those weighty cheeks a spread them open to show off the absolutely tiny strip of black fabric just barely hiding her adorably small pink pucker, the edges of her hole peaking out the sides.

Fuck he wanted to fuck that slutty little hole so fucking bad.

Blake's face flashed across his mind once again.

"F-Fuck, W-Weiss.." Yang reluctantly pried his hands off of Weiss' fat ass, much to her disappointment. "I-I can't.. Blake.. I-I.." Yang put one hand over his face, every fiber of his mind was screaming no, but every fiber of his body was screaming yes.

Yang ripped his hand from his face the second he felt the amazingly pillowy soft twin cushions of Weiss' bubble booty meatily plop down into his lap, right down on his still diamond hard cock, sandwiching his massive bulge between two oven hot pale globes of flesh that still had his red handprints on them. He growled and grabbed the Heiress' thin waist, he's not even sure if it was to push her away, or to pull her firmer against his lap.

"Fuuuuuck!" The feeling was insane, she was so small, but so thicc and meaty, so juicy and plump, he could feel his resolve, already weak, slipping away as she looked back with those gorgeous blue eyes, needy, pleading, begging him to not say no to her.

"P-Please! I-I'll be a good girl for you, D-Daddy!" Weiss pleaded, so close, she wanted him so bad, he could see it, he could feel it, he could hear it, fuck, he wanted her so bad too. The thin robe fell from her dainty shoulders revealing her creamy, perfectly smooth skin, skin he wanted to taste, to bite, to mark, her neck, her shoulders. Fuck.

"I-I said you're only allowed to see me like this if you never told a soul! That means y-you can't tell Blake!" Weiss' almost had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with him to continue, holding his wrists that held her hips. Slowly, she started rocking her wide, slutty hips back and forth, grinding her giant doughy cheeks up and down Yang's cock through his shorts, slowly, but firmly. "She doesn't need to know, it can be j-just between us~ I'll be Daddy's n-naughty little slut~"

"Fuuuuck, Weiss.." Yang groaned from his chest, it felt so fucking good, her ass was like it was made to wrapped around his cock, the warmth, the softness, he was dripping precum already just from her rubbing that ass in his lap.

Weiss looked back at him while biting her lip so lewdly, so needfully it hurt, he could feel how badly she wanted him, how firm her grinding was getting, the feeling of her moist sex against his bulge was growing more and more, and as she grabbed his knees and changed her position, he could only throw his head back with a grunt before enjoying the sight unfolding in his lap.

Weiss' small, firm grinding slowly turned to bouncing, to jiggling, to twerking her planet like globes of pale white, creamy flesh like a fucking pro on his cock. He had no idea where she learned how to twerk like she belonged in a rap music video, but the little Princess was throwing her ass back like he was showering ones on her bubble booty.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ- GRR!!" That ass felt so fucking good twerking on his cock, looked even better as that Heiress threw her ass in a circle for him, those plump, ripe, rippling globes of flesh bouncing and wobbling like two massive waterbeds on his cock through his shorts. "W-Weiss, how do you- NNNGG!!"

"Hah, hah, a-anything for you, D-Daddy~" Weiss loved every second of his reactions, she lived for it, she could feel him throbbing between her asscheeks as she twerked her ass like a slut. "I-I've seen you stare at Nora, a-and beg Blake to learn, but she always told you it was degrading~"

Weiss leaned forward, giving him an even better view of those garters squishing her jiggling booty meat like waterballoons, that massive set of cheeks so huge he could use her ass like a pillow. "S-So I had Nora teach me~ A-Anything for you, D-Daddy~ I'Il twerk like a whore~ A-And be Daddy's little anal slut~"

With an extra strong bounce of those massive sultry hips, Yang watched with a cock so hard it hurt when her cheeks started gently clapping together around his cock bulge, meaty claps of sweaty flesh on flesh sounded and he could only grip her hips for dear life as he watched that pillowy Princess booty clap like a cheap whore's.

He couldn't help it, Blake's face became fuzzier, he could only see those clapping cheeks, he thrusted up into those mounds, grinding against them and yanking her hips back, giving them a nice meaty smack once again and leaving his handprint on her porcelain white skin.

"You wanna be Daddy's anal slut?" He snarled, smacking her other cheek and making her squeal, but she kept twerking. "Wanna drain my fucking balls with this fat slutty ass?" He couldn't stop the words, fuck, it was so wrong.

"Y-Yes~! I wanna be Daddy's anal c-cumdumpster, use me whenever Blake won't let you~! A-Anything she won't do, I will~!" Weiss could cum right there with the friction, but she held on, she knew there was so much more to do.

"Anything?" He growled, it filled his head with ideas, ideas Blake would never do, things he could imagine Weiss doing eagerly, horrible, nasty, slutty things.

"A-Anything Daddy~!" Looking back, Weiss' eyes strayed from him to his left, the bottle of lotion, she grabbed it suddenly, reaching back but going straight back into position twerking her ass. He was curious.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy, I looked through your scroll, I-I had to get an edge on her~" Weiss popped the cap open and reached behind her, squeezing the bottle hard, and suddenly Yang's eyes shot open, and he felt his cock grow an angry inch in length.

"B-Blake said it was objectifying~ B-But I wanna be Daddy's s-sex object~" Oil squirted out lewdly all over Weiss' pale flesh, covering her ass and thighs in the slick, shiny liquid as she reached back and rubbed it all over every single inch of her ass and thighs, leaving her sexxed up and shiny like a fucking pornstar.

"P-Pull it out, Daddy~ P-Please~ I wanna show you what a good l-little slut I can be~" Weiss' cheeks clapped loudly as her twerking continued, louder, meatier, more wet as two oiled up cheeks met with wet slaps of flesh on flesh.

Yang watched, hypnotized by the sight of those oiled up fuckpillows wobbling like jello inches from his cock, her words almost didn't register, but every single step got worse and worse for him, just spanking turned to just grinding, to just twerking, to just words, just looking, but fuck, he needs to just feel it once.

Yang slowly pulled his shorts down with shaky hands, the massive, throbbing, angry prick sprung free like a coiled steel rod in the presence of that fat ass, slapping down meatily on her asscheek and making her squeal. Fuck, it was already so warm, so soft, so slick..

He could see the fire of need light in her eyes when she saw his cock, she was so fucking needy for him, he couldn't resist even as the rational part of him was strangling him and screaming Blake's name.

Blake wasn't here, and even if she was, she wouldn't be doing this for him.

"D-Daddy's cock~! I-It's so big~!" Weiss stared back in shock and awe at the massive spire of cock, a bitch breaker, and she was the bitch, his curly mess of blonde pubes was wild and sweaty from training, and she looked like she was hungry for it. He always thought Weiss seemed unnaturally okay with his after training smell, while Blake hated it.

"Ghaaaa fuuuck!!" Yang grit his teeth in pure pleasure as Weiss suddenly dropped those hefty, meaty, weighty fucking planetary spheres of pure cushion and jiggle right down on his sensitive cock, trapping his dick between those fucking cheeks like a oil slicked, extra hot, slippery, rippling onahole.

"Daddy's cock~! Y-Yes~! It's so hot~! Th-Thank you Daddy, I'll show you I'll be y-your slutty cumdump~!" Weiss wasted no time twerking her slutty birthing hips like a cheap whore, like a star of a music video, like he paid her to twerk like a stripper right there on his cock, the oil slick asscrack of that slutty little princess was so hot, so warm, so soft and tight, it wasn't fair.

Hefty asscheeks slapped and clapped down on his pelvis with every bounce, lines of oil from her fat pale ass attached to his balls and hips, every single inch of his foot long womb wrecker was getting jerked and milked just by Weiss' asscrack, the tip of his massive cock peaking out the top of her cleft to squirt precum every single bounce, not only slick with oil, but sweat as the heat ramped up and he could see her panting and twerking like her life depended on it.

"Fuuuckk!! You dirty fucking whore!! Twerk your fat ass!! I'm gonna fuck you like the naughty little slut you fucking are!!" It felt too good, Yang snarled and snapped, finally embracing it, smacking Weiss' fucking cheeks red just to feel them jiggle and ripple around his dick, thrusting into her twerking cheeks, yanking her back into his cock.

"Y-Yes~! Please fuck me Daddy~! Please fuck my slutty ass~! I need Daddy's cock so bad~!" Countless hours of imagining Blake twerking her ass, covering it in oil, shaking it on his dick.. He couldn't eve remember what her body looked like now, it was only Weiss, he could only see Weiss twerking, only see Weiss' fat ass covered in oil.. Only see him getting balls deep in Weiss' asshole..

He couldn't take it, he needed it, fuck it. It's Blake's fault, if she wasn't so fucking boring he wouldn't.. Whatever.

"Come here you fucking whore!! You stupid cock hungry slut!! You wanna be used like a fleshlight?! You'll be my personal fat assed anal slut fleshlight!!" Yang's eyes boiled red, his hair was on fire, he couldn't hold back, he grabed Weiss' ponytail like a fucking handlebar, smacked her ass as hard as he could, and pushed both of them up and standing, easy for him, he was twice her size, more than strong enough.

"Aaah~! Yes~! I wanna be Daddy's anal slut fleshlight~!!" She looked so happy, hearts in her eyes, like she was living her fucking dream even as he yanked her across the room by her ponytail, her fat ass still jiggling with every clack oh her high heels as she desperately tried to follow, still shining with oil as he threw her face down, ass up.. Onto Blake's bed.

"Come on than Butt Slut, spread your fuckin' ass for it!! Spread your ass for cock you worthless whore!!" He mounted up behind her, smacked his foot long cock between her cheeks and smacked her ass again, fuck he loved watching it jiggle.

Weiss only squealed excitedly as she reached back with both hands, hooking one finger into her thong and spreading her massive perfectly round cheeks wide apart, spreading her asshole for him, biting the pillow and looking back so lovingly.

"Fuck me~!! Fuck me~!! Fuck my ass~!!" Her voice was muffled, but he didn't care, grabbing his cock, he pressed his lubed and oil slick cock against that adorable, tiny, pink little hole like he owned it. The tip pressed so firmly the little ring of muscle just barely gave way, stretching slowly around the helm of his cock while Weiss slowly groaned and squealed in delight beneath him, but no, she belonged t him now, and he didn't do slow.

"HNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!!!"

One butally hard thrust was all it took to slam his fucking cock home into that fat ass with a loud, wet, meaty clap of his hips against her cheeks, so hard the bed smashed against the wall behind the, Weiss screamed so loud he knew everyone 6 rooms over heard it clear as day. He didn't fucking care, the feeling of her asshole clamped down on his cock was everything he imagined and more, the heat, the tightness, the feeling of owning this Pretty Princess Fuckmeat completely, he couldn't hold back, even as his balls clenched, he couldn't cum yet, not until he fucked this bitch so hard she won't walk for a fucking week.

"Aha Ah Ah AH AH AH A H AH AHA A H A H AH AHAH AHAHAAAAH~!!!!!" Yang's tempo was vicious, violent, brutal, he wanted to fucking break that slutty anal fuckhole, he wanted to break her and ruin her with just his cock, he fucked her so goddamn hard there was a hole in the wall from the bed after the third thrust!

Loud clapping so harsh and brutal filled the room he knew he would get looks tomorrow, he didn't care, not when his little whore Princess needed her asshole fucking broken!! Weiss clawed the sheets as she desperately kicked, and squirmed, and thrashed in the bed from the pleasure of being used like a fleshlight, her eyes rolling up in her head while her tongue hung out as she was fucked stupid. He didn't care, he held her in place for her fucking anal wrecking, using her hair like a bitch handle he yanked her fat ass back onto his dick, smacked her fat fucking cheeks every few thrusts, slam fucked that pristine little pink fuckhole so hard he could see tears pouring down her face, but he didn't care. She asked to be his anal fleshlight, that's what she is.

"FUCK!! Say it you stupid whore!! You fucking walking fleshlight!!" SMACK!! "Say it cumdumpster!!" Yang snarled and spat as he grabbed the princess' arms in his and yanked her torso up off the thoroughly wrecked and ruined bed, her entire body bouncing and rocking violently as he continued his vicious tempo of clapping her cheeks like a wild animal.

"I'M DADDY'S BUTT SLUT FUCKDOLL~!!! PLEASE BREAK MY ASSHOLE DADDY~!!! AAAAHHHH AHA AHAN A AH A NAHA NAA~!!!" Weiss could barely remember her name, her entire body dripped with sweat, her massive, shiny, oiled ass clapped, jiggled, bounced, rippled, and smacked against his viciously brutal pelvis, it was a nonstop onslaught of he slam fucking her asshole like he hated her!

Weiss breasts, small as they were, bounced with every clap against her mountainous, gelatinous planets of pale flesh, she could barely hold on, she came over and over again in just the first few minutes of him wrecking her asshole ! The hole in the wall was the size of her head now, she knocked the lamp and shattered it across the ground as she thrashed and tried to hold onto anything for dear life.

Yang snarled and growled with every single clap of her cheeks, smacking her fat ass and leaving her pale cheeks red and sore as he reached towards her face and hooked his fingers into her mouth, mounting up and planting his feet on the bed in a bulldog position, doubling his already violent anal fucking to to something that Weiss is only holding onto a thread by, she can only sit there like a good set of holes and be used by her Daddy, even as he sinks his teeth into her neck and shoulder, using her like nothing but a piece of meat to get off with.

"DADDY~!! DADDY~!! AAHGGHAAAA~!!! B-BREAK MY HOLE DADDY~!!!" Weiss loved this so much, she dreamed of this, she belonged to her Daddy now, his personal cumdumpster anal fleshlight! He could feel her cum nonstop, he just wanted her to break and never turn back into that bitchy ice queen again, she's his personal fuckdoll now! He'll buy her a collar and leash! Smacking her ass again he yanks her hair back again to make her look him in the eye, she was so broken, sweat dripped down their bodies as the blistering hot room reached a peak, he wanted to break her completely, he needed to! He-

The ringtone blasted from his gym bag still there on the bed inches from Weiss's head, he looked up for just a second as the ringtone range true in his head, the picture of him and Blake cuddling flashing across the screen in front of him as he balls deep rammed Weiss' slutty anal fuckhole so hard he would need to replace Blake's bed before she got back, he'd forgotten she even existed, what she looked like, how fucking boring sex was with her. Looking just up he was filled with rage at his actions, and hers for being so fucking boring.

And his eyes flicked down a few inches to the fucked stupid face of the heiress whore he was ruining so hard he could feel her going limp, her asshole was clamping like a vice, his nuts slapping her cunt while her absolutely massive fucking cheeks clapped against his hips, stilled oiled, wrapped in slutty lingerie, more than Blake had ever fucking done, even on their anniversary, this fucking fleshlight dolled herself up just to be used like a cumdumpster more than Blake ever had!

Yang saw red, his ager turned to pure rage as he suddenly grabbed his scroll and threw it so hard across the room it shattered and left a hole in the wall, he focused everything on Weiss, suddenly slamming her face down into the bed, pinning her down with all his weight as he pinned her wrist down with one hand and wrapped his arm around her neck with the other, Weiss screamed as he reached deeper into her asshole than ever before in a violent prone bone, hooking her legs open with his so she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to, he suddenly jackhammered her asshole so hard and fast Weiss couldn't see straight, she couldn't think, all she could do was scream and squeal and babble to the sounds of him snarling in her ear and her own fat ass' meaty claps around his massive fucking bitch breaking cock!

"DADDYSH COCK~!! HARD, BREAK ME~!!! AGHAAAAAH~!!! M-MORRRRREEEE~!!! PLEASSSSSHHHH~!!! DADDYYYY~!!" Mascara steamed down her face as she went limp and let the much larger man use her body however he wanted, like his personal fleshlight cumdump, her world a blur of meaty clapping and violent rocking as the man so viciously fucked her!

"FUCK!! FUUUCCK!!! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING ANAL WHORE!!!" Yang felt his balls clench as every single frustration slammed into Weiss' little asshole, an hour straight of vicious pounding ending with him suddenly slamming in as deep as he could to pump his cum spurt after hot, stringy, chunky spurt right into her asshole, over, and over, and over again! Cum squirted out around his cock and onto her cheeks, she felt so fucking full and warm, she came over and over to the feeling herself, screaming that absolutely gorgeous voice horse as she was filled to the brim with Daddy's cum!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!"

---

"Hello? Yang? What are you doing on Weiss' scroll?" Blake tilted her head, confused after her calls had stopped going through, calling Weiss was an afterthought, but with Yang answering, it only got more strange. "And why are you sweating? And shirtless..?"

"A-Ah, yeah, I really trained my ass off when you guys left, been working on it and lost track of time.. Haha.. And, uh, broke my scroll.." Yang scratched the back of his head, she thought it looked suspicious, but he probably threw it when he go too angry, knowing him.

"Guess you really didn't wanna be alone with Weiss." She joked, just to notice a sudden shift in mood from the man.

"Hey, Weiss is alright, we really bonded once I got back!" He almost snapped at her, but, if they really did actually start getting along, Blake knew Yang was always protective of friends. Must have gone really well.

"Alright, sheesh. Figure you two wouldn't get along so- Wait, is that my bed?! Yang, you're still all sweaty and gross! Ugh, wash the sheets before I get back, I don't want them smelling like your sweat!"

The man's eyes almost darkened, like a sudden realization hit him, but his face didn't show what.

"Fuck, ah, yeah, will do Blake.. Y'know, I gotta go, Weiss is getting out of the shower now, so I'm gonna go hop in."

"gluck gluck gluck gluck~"

"What? What's that noise?"

"Shi- Uh, Zwei is throwing something up I think- Seriously I gotta go I'll talk to you later."

"O-Oh, alright, well, goodnight, have a fun weekend. Love you."

"hggk gluck gluck gluck~"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, you too. Later."

Blake looked down as the screen suddenly cut to black.. Maybe she shouldn't have been so uppity about the sheets.. She hopes she didn't upset him..

"Fuuuck, choke on it you stupid whore!!" Yang's eyes instantly focused passed the scroll to continue shooting the video he was recording before being interrupted.

"Gluck gluck gluck hggk gluck~!!" Weiss eagerly and frantically throated the mans sweaty, musky, hairy cock like her life depended on it, sucking so loud and messily he was shocked that Blake didn't question it further.

Saliva dripped down Weiss' chin and onto his balls as she desperately swallowed and choked on that massive fucking cock, leaving light pink lipstick smears up and down his cock in rings and kisses all along his cock and balls, eagerly cleaning up her mess after he busted a nut deep into her ass.

Bright blue eyes stared deeply into his, never losing eye contact, and that made him so fucking hard. Blake never even wanted to lick his dick, treated like a chore, but Weiss is worshipping his cock like it's her god.

Mascara streamed down Weiss' face as she went all the way down to the base of Yang's cock, burying her nose in his sweaty, messy pubes and rolling her tongue underneath to lick his sweaty nuts, stray pubes stuck to her plump, glossy lips as she swallowed over and over to milk and massage his cock with her throat muscles.

"Fuck yeaaah, you fucking onahole! Good slut! Don't forget the balls bitch!" Every second was on camera, every second was more than Blake did in their entire relationship, every second made him wanna slap a collar on Weiss and keep her as his personal fuckdoll.

"Hggggkkkkkkhhh~!!! SLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPP~!!!" Weiss hallowed her cheeks and slurped on his cock HARD as she slowly dragged that 12 inch meastick out of her throat, a perfect blowjob face for the camera and her Daddy, rolling her tongue out right next to his freshly cleaned cock to show it was all gone, every last drop, except for a few pubes on her mouth, lips, and tongue, hooking her mouth open happily and rolling her tongue around for him.

"Daddy's cock is so delicious~!! So musky~!! Daddy smells so gooooood~!!" Weiss was on cloud nine as she suddenly pressed her face and nose into the man's sweat dripping, hairy, musky, steaming hot nuts and huffed and snorted them like her life depended on it. Rubbing her face in his sack before looking up and the man and taking one of the salty nuts into her mouth to start cleaning, sucking, slurping, sloshing, and spitting on every inch before moving onto the next, sucking hard and making sure it was as loud and wet as possible for the camera.

"Gooooddamn!! You're the perfect fucking fleshlight!!" Yang couldn't hold back, he needed one more for the road. Grabbing Weiss' ponytail one more, Yang yanked her head off his nuts with a steamy hot gasp from her mouth and slammed his cock down her throat, recording the whole time as she looked up in glee while he jammed his cock down her throat.

"Gluck GLUck GLUCK GLUCK GLUUUCK GLUUCK~!!" He wasn't as brutal as his first nut in this bitch, but Yang wasn't known for being gentle, his nuts slapped Weiss' chin over and over as saliva and throat slime poured down her face and onto her small tits, loud wet choking and glucking filled the room as he skull fucked the pretty little princess, and she only slurped, sucked, and stayed like a good slut for him to finish~! Recording her with her own scroll~!

Weiss looked so gorgeous with his cock down her throat, he loved it, just the look made him wanna bust a nut, but he had a plan, he needed to do one last thing Blake never let him do..

"Fuck!! Suck harder stupid slut!!" And suck harder she did, even at the expense of her own breath, she slurped on his cock so hard he only had a few seconds to react before yanking his cock free.

"Open you mouth!! Stick out your tongue!!" Weiss looked up, knowing exactly what he wanted, and as he was gonna start stroking his cock, she grabbed it instead, jerking her Daddy off onto her own face as rope after rope of sticky white spunk blasted across her gorgeous, Heiress features, all over her mouth, her tongue, her lips, string after string painting her already pale features offwhite, filling her mouth with cum as one blasted across her eye, but she didn't move, rolling her tongue around instead to mix and churn the chunky seed around her mouth and teeth for the camera, mouth hooked open by one finger, face covered in cum, Weiss loudly and lewdly gargled the cum in her mouth and throat before swallowing loudly, revealing her completely clean mouth right after.

"Th-Hic-Thank you Daddy~" Weiss was so excited to be with her Daddy, it was barely Friday night, and the girls won't be back till Monday morning~

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Here You Come Again

summary: Five years after your dreaded break up, Christopher Bahng returns to his hometown. You thought it’d be easy to just ignore his existence, that is, until you’re stuck taking care of him and his two broken limbs.

pairing: ex!Chan x ex!f!reader (Reader does read on the thiccer side and should be racially neutral, but if she isn’t let me know!)

word count: 8.4k

warnings: Lots of longing and heartbreak, mentions of hospital and implied accident, angsty vibes, reader is quite insecure at times, pure smut, oral (m rec.), unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy epilogue.

a/n: my first fic on this acc, I’m so happy to share with you!

“Christopher and I are over, that’s final,” You exclaim, rounding the office and heading toward your cubicle with a very frustrated Felix in tow.

All week, all he can talk about is Christopher’s awaited return and how you, as the one and only ex-girlfriend, shouldn't just quietly acknowledge his existence but throw him a freaking welcome party.

“That’s not what I’m saying—“ He huffs, leaning over the half-walls that separate your desks. “There’s nothing wrong with being amicable and welcoming him home.”

You sigh, “Lix, we’ve been broken up for ages now, it’d be totally weird.”

“You guys were together for way longer than you are broken up,” He says, as a matter of factly.

You roll your eyes.

It was true, you and Christopher were once inseparable, glued at the hip from middle school, all the way through university. However, a little after your graduation, he moved to pursue his dreams and your relationship just couldn’t survive the distance and stress of real life.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes, it does!” Felix stares at you like you've gone absolutely mental. “You guys were together for so long for a reason! You were basically perfect.”

You don’t respond, pretending to be busy with your spreadsheets.

“No one expected you guys to break up.”

“Both of us did, that’s why we broke up. It was mutual, we agreed it was for the best.”

“No it wasn’t! Neither of you asked me!” You chuckle at that. “It was like my parents’ divorce all over…”

Felix rolls closer on his wheeled chair and crosses his arms, giving you a puppy-eyed pout.

“Your parents got back together.”

“And so should you—”

You’re about to respond and possibly curse him off when your phone rings and that cheesy ringtone has never brought you as much relief.

“Duty calls,” You shoo Felix away to his own cubicle and pick up your phone. “Yes, this is her.”

Felix watches your faint smile completely disappear before you manage to stutter out confirmations.

He leans over worriedly.

“I’ll be coming right over.”

Your hands shake as you gather up your bag and haphazardly shove your belongings in.

“I— I need you to tell them I’m leaving early today.”

“Who? What happened?”

"It was the hospital, Christopher is in the hospital—“

Your voice gets stuck in your throat, but Felix realises the situation.

“Don’t worry, just… Do what you need to do, I’ll handle it here.”

Arriving at the Hospital, your legs carry you over automatically, mind half out-of-it until you’re face to face with the room that holds his name.

You think about it for a second, considering just calling his mum — it’s not like you ever deleted his parents’ number — and chickening out. But you’re caught by a very friendly nurse who half-escorts- half-drags you inside.

And you see him.

The love of your whole life up until five years ago. The owner of your smiles, your kisses, your heart and every fiber of your being. Until everything came crumbling down.

And he looks… Great. Better than a vengeful, mean part of you wished he looked.

His hair is bleached a light blond, his curls almost completely gone. Skin paler than ever — you didn’t believe that was possible, but here he is. Chris makes the ugly hospital gown look like designer.

And he seems more than surprised to see you, like you were the last person he was expecting — Because you probably were. Out of everyone the social butterfly knew, his ex-girlfriend shouldn’t be on the top list of people to get you out of hospital.

“Hey,” You manage to say, giving him an awkward wave.

“Hey,” He croaks back, immediately clearing his throat afterward.

You walk toward the bed slowly as the nurse goes about her business.

He’s got a cast on his right arm as well as a boot on his right foot. You hiss at the purple bruising visible along his neck.

“How— How did you—“ Chris stutters, unsure of how to phrase his curiosity.

Your eyes don’t meet his face. You can’t bear to look at the sunken, sickly complexion without wishing to caress and kiss his ailments away.

“They called me,” You explained quietly, “I’m your emergency contact… Still.”

Christopher closes his eyes, whining loudly at himself. “Ah…” He brings his hand to his face, forgetting it’s clad in gesso and does an awkward half-facepalm. “I’m so— so sorry. I didn’t know they’d call you, I totally forgot I had you listed as my emergency contact—“

You flash him a reassuring smile, “It’s fine… Don’t worry about it.”

You want to speak more, to ask him how the years have been, how he’s been but you’re pulled away to fill paperwork about his release. When you’re finally done, the nurse wheels him back in. He doesn’t speak, only holding onto his smashed phone and the crutch.

The nurse accompanies you to the parking lot and helps load Chris into the passenger side of your Sedan. You shove the crutch on the backseat, silently hoping it won’t slip and accidentally hit one of you or something.

“So, where to?” You ask, fastening your own seatbelt. Christopher is about to undo his, only waiting for the nurse to disappear from view.

“You don’t have to— I can just get an Uber.”

Your eyes tell him you think he’s crazy, “Christopher, I am not leaving you in this parking lot when you can barely walk.”

The way his body slightly jumps at the sound of his name goes unnoticed. He doesn’t respond.

“Are you staying with your parents?”

“Yeah,” He nods. Deciding a ride can’t be that weird between exes, right? It’s like Uber. You’re practically strangers, except you’ve seen each other naked.

The awkward silence is deafening once the car slides into a smooth hum.

“How are they?” You chose to fill it with small talk.

“Mhm?”

“Your parents.”

“Ah, they’re— they’re doing well. Dad’s retired now.”

“Is he?!” You smile widely, keeping your eyes focused on the road.

“Yeah, he’s driving Mum absolutely mental. He’s constantly bored, you know how he is.”

“Yeah, I know… He could not stand Sundays when we used to just laze around.”

You practically lived at their house. Living so close by, you would walk to and from school with Chris. You’d do your homework on his bedroom floor before running outside to enjoy the weather. And at night you’d catch on a late-night run of The Simpsons. You shake your head at your teenage self and the insane amount of somewhat-wasted freetime.

Chris laughs, “Oh, God, yeah! I swear nothing would make him as angry as just seeing us doing absolutely nothing.”

And then, the awkwardness of missed intimacy settles in, realising you know too much but still too little of the person sitting next to you.

Goddammit.

The memory coats your tongue in bittersweetness, the longing for the good times and his fucking laugh bring nothing but an empty feeling at the pit of your stomach. Like when you pat your pocket and think you lost something, but instead of your phone or your keys it’s your childhood best friend.

Pulling up at his childhood home fills you with nostalgia and it’s almost Deja-vu like the view you have of the bright white garage door and the light blue panelling. There’s an old crack on the driveway from when you were helping bring in the exercise set his dad bought and it came crashing onto the concrete, blowing a large hole.

You get out of the car and pull his crutch from the backseat, having to tell Chris to not move before.

“Is your Mum in?”

It’d be a shameless lie to say you weren’t dying to see them again. Mr and Mrs Bahng, the sweetest couple who practically raised you with how much time you spent over.

“Uh— Yeah, she’s probably making dinner… or something,” He mutters, somewhat quickening his pace.

Chris fumbles with his keys, seemingly missing the keyhole every time.

Finally, the key goes in and he opens the front door.

“I’d like to see her before I go,” He freezes, “—Please? I’ll just say Hi, it’d be rude not to.”

“No— It’s not—“

You catch up, looking into the front windows and realising every light is out and there isn’t a sign of them anywhere.

“Are they out?”

“…Yeah?”

“Oh, no…I’ll wait until they come back, I can’t possibly leave you by yourself…”

And you walk inside like you belonged— Mostly because you did, you faded into that suburban family home, you settled into the memories, your essence in every wall and every piece of furniture. Every memory of his childhood.

“No!”

You jump.

“Chris?—”

“You—You’ve done enough! It’s fine! Thank you!” He stumbles over his words and his crutches, trying to balance his weight on his good foot.

“What if you fall while they’re out? I can’t in good conscience leave you all by yourself!”

He sighs loudly, tightly shutting his eyes as the realisation of his options wash over. Be a better liar or just stop being an awkward coward and tell you the truth.

“They’re travelling.”

And you know what that means.

“…They don’t know you’re hurt.”

Chris doesn’t look at you.

And you shake your head in disbelief because of fucking course he just pretended like he hadn’t been hit by a fucking car. Because you know with every bone in your body that his parents would never be okay with being away from him at all, let alone when he was hurt.

“This is serious! They need to know.”

“No, no, they don’t.” He shakes his head like you don’t understand the situation and you don’t because there isn’t anything to understand. “They’ve been looking forward to this trip.”

“You’ve got broken bones, for fuck’s sake,” You raise your voice, “What’s a fuckin’ trip when their precious son comes home for once and he needs them!”

Your words come out a lot more emotional than you meant and you both seem to realise. Chris finally stares at you, pressing his lips tightly shut at the sight of your teary eyes.

“Don’t pretend like everyone else’s lives have priority…Please.” Your voice cracks.

“I—“ He closes his eyes with a sigh, “Yeah…”

He doesn’t speak, letting your words plunge heavy on his chest, every rebuttal getting stuck on his vocal chords and never making it past his throat. Because he knows you’re fucking right. Like you always are.

“Chris, unless you can find someone else— An adult, to look after you, I am not leaving.”

Christopher doesn’t come out of his room the whole afternoon after you helped him upstairs. And you know you’re overstepping much more than you ever should. You’re one of the last people he wants to see right now but you can’t help but worry.

You make a simple dinner with whatever is in the fridge and make him a plate, walking upstairs balancing the meal — incredibly thankful for whoever invented trays.

Chris has his laptop laid over his thighs, spread over the one leg that isn’t propped up over way too many pillows.

And it’s a somewhat familiar scene that almost makes you stutter, pinch yourself and long for what’s forever gone— You shake it off.

“Hey,” You breathe out, catching his attention and when his eyes meet yours, you feel your knees grow weak. “Dinner time.”

“Oh, thanks,” He is pleasantly surprised, pushing the laptop aside and adjusting himself to receive the tray.

“Nothing too fancy,” You shrug. “I hope it’s good.”

“It looks great.”

The way he smiles so child-like, looking at the messy plate of pasta like it’s the greatest thing ever, just tugs at your heartstrings.

“I’ll let you eat,” You say.

Chris looks up with sad puppy eyes. “What? You’re not eating with me?”

“What?” You’re surprised to say the least, “Do you want me to?”

“Yeah… It’s pretty lonely,” He chuckles.

“Okay.”

You try to contain your smile as you rush downstairs and fix yourself a plate.

As you pull up a chair next to his bed, he’s pulling up a Youtube Video on his laptop. It’s an old episode of a 90`s show you remember catching on TV late at night.

“Wow. Your suggestions are just korean, huh?” You chuckle weakly. There’s an underlying meaning to this other side of him you’ll never know. You had picked up certain words and phrases growing up together and could be somewhat conversational given the other party spoke very slowly. Never really getting the hang of reading the alphabet.

Chris scratches at his neck, chuckling back, “Yeah, pretty much. I forget sometimes.”

You hum.

“How was it?”

He looks at you, almost cooing at the way you stuff your cheeks with pasta. “Korea?”

“Living there, your job… Everything,”

With a big sigh, he smiles fondly, “Well,” You stare at your food. “It was great. An amazing learning experience. It’s completely different from uni, actually working with artists and getting work done.”

A summer in middle school, a cousin of his travelled to visit. He was a self-titled rapper that taught Chris everything from writing to mixing in an archaic software. You remember the remixes of your favourite songs and the CDs he would burn and write your name on with sharpie.

Somehow, his love for music never faded. Throughout high-school he was self-taught and he managed to only ever get better. You remember falling asleep as he strummed the guitar, trying to get the right chords and waking up from your nap to a brand-new melody.

A little before you both graduated, his cousin reached out. He had long given up his rap career, but offered housing in case Chris wanted to try out a job at a big company.

So he did. He left.

You force yourself to smile, pushing down the selfish part of you that regrets not begging him to stay. He got his dream. And it wasn’t you. "That 's… Great. I’m happy for you. I’m happy it worked out.”

You were happy, of course you were. The past five years you’ve stalked his social media and soundcloud, you know his discography by heart. He made you proud, always did and always will.

Chris stares at you for almost a minute, and you can’t decipher the reason his eyes look so pained right now.

“How about you?”

Biting your lip, you poke at the noodles. How can you face him and not say you’ve done nothing but miss him?

“Great.” You say, “Really good, I work in my area and… It’s really… great”

Chris smiles, nodding. “Wow… that’s great.”

You hum in agreement.

Silence.

“So…” You both say at once.

And it eases the tension, getting a good chuckle out.

“Go on,” Chris nods.

“What brought you here after so long?”

He hesitates. “Missed…” You “…Friends and family, you know.”

“Yeah… I imagine it’s pretty lonely.”

“Yeah.”

“What did you wanna ask?”

“Ah…” He studies your face, seemingly nervous and you hope he doesn’t ask anything weird. “…Have you… Have you met anyone?”

Something like that.

You almost choke on your food.

“…I’ve just been busy.” Busy being heartbroken. “You?”

The laugh track coming from his laptop as one of the characters says something witty makes you want to punch the screen.

He ponders for a second, “…I tried but… None of them were the right one, y’know?” None of them were you.

“Yeah— Totally, I get that.”

“Yeah…”

You close your eyes, regretting this conversation altogether. You certainly don’t want to think about Christopher’s love life, not when it doesn’t involve you any longer.

“Are— Are you done?”

He stares at you before you gesture toward the plate and he realises, “Yeah. Thanks. It was great.”

“Great.”

Wanting nothing but to take your brain out and pressure wash it, you simply gather up your plate on his tray and pick it up.

“I’ll be taking the guest room, so just yell if you need anything.”

“Are you sleeping in that?”

You turn around, “What?”

“Well, you’re wearing jeans. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“You—You can borrow something of mine.”

And your stupid heart skips another fucking beat.

Walking downstairs and finding you wearing his shirt, focused on the recipe onscreen as you flip pancakes, Christopher is hit with a wave of nostalgia. He stands at the doorway, trying to settle his breathing.

He wants to wrap his arms around your waist, pick you up, shower you in kisses and never let go. Instead, he quietly takes a seat at the table.

“Good morning,”

You jump. “Hey, why are you out? I was gonna give you breakfast in bed.”

Like you used to when—

“Had to pee.”

That was a bold faced lie. He woke up with a mess in his pants, literally. His brain tricked him with a wet dream of you coming to him all needy, your pretty eyes and your sly smile.

Chris grumbled his way into the bathroom and struggled to pull his shorts and boxers off and put on a fresh set of shorts. Pulling on underwear over a boot and with only one arm had to be some kind of olympic sport.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You sound so genuinely worried, he almost feels bad for only thinking that you helping meant you being in close proximity of his dick.

“…Needed to go real bad.”

You chuckle, “Next time just call me, what if you hurt yourself?”

“Thanks…” Chris mutters, focusing on the pancakes. Pancakes don’t have a great set of legs peeking out of a nightshirt, *his shirt.

And he shoves down his breakfast like it will run anyway at any moment. Anything so he won’t reminisce on what could’ve been, on how familiar this all feels.

“So, what are your plans for today?” You ask expectedly. The way you’re way too eager to help send the blood rushing down his body.

“Uh, I stink so…” He laughs it off.

“Oh, I’ll get the bathtub ready.” You say it so nonchalantly like the idea of helping Chris bathe doesn’t drive you as crazy as it drives him.

“W-What?”

“Well,” You laugh, “You have like two out of four functioning limbs, right now.”

“Yeah, but—“ The way the blood immediately rushes down his body doesn’t allow for any arguments against what you said. Fuck.

Chris opens his mouth again to speak but he is interrupted by the deafening ringtone he set on his phone, his eyes glance at the screen with a curse. Fucking Changbin.

“No buts, I’ll get the tap running and come back down to help you up, okay?” You leave before he can respond, happy to win the one-sided argument.

When you come back downstairs, Chris quickly ends his calls with a pissed off huff. Surprised, you stop.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He brushes it off, leaning over the table to get up.

Quickly, you rush to his side and hold tightly at his waist as you make your way back into his room. You had pushed his desk chair into the suite so he could sit somewhere and not dangerously wade wet linoleum while you got everything ready.

“How are we gonna do this?” You bite your lip, eyeing at his cast. Submerging them would be a terrible idea, even after using almost an entire roll of cling film.

“I can sit with my leg out,” He blurts out and you nod. Yep, that seemed to be the only way this was gonna work.

“Yeah, that’s good.” When you turn off the tap and instinctively reach out for his clothes, he jumps. “Sorry—“ You cringe at your actions, pulling away instantly.

Chris shrugs, seeming so distant. You wondered if you were overstepping here, I mean, who were you to help him bathe? He probably felt uncomfortable getting naked in front of you.

“Do you have any soap here?” You busy yourself with eyeing his empty tub.

“In my bag.”

When you come back with the black pouch filled with toiletries, he’s managed to shrug off most of his clothes, leaving only his underpants. You freeze in your steps, eyes met with the sight of his unblemished body.

He’s filled up with perfectly sculpted muscle and healthy skin, a far cry from the lanky teen you adored. You can’t help but swoon at how mature he looks.

Pushing away at those thoughts begging you to ogle his adonis-like body, you focus on the task at hand.

Once he is in the tub, you sit at the edge. Grabbing the soap bottle and pouring some in a clean loofah you found by the sink.

You hand it to him, deciding against washing his body lest you make him any more uncomfortable. Busying yourself with laying down his toiletries, you don’t catch the sullen look that stamps his face at your silence.

When you catch sight of the shampoo bottle however, you can’t help the tiny smile that finds your lips.

“No fucking way we use the same shampoo!” You exclaim, studying the bottle closely. Chris looks away, focusing on cleaning himself.

“Is it— Is it the same you use?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, the scent of honey and cocoa filling the bathroom as you open it up with a loud click. “Mhmm, smells so good.” He visibly gulps at the sound of your delighted moan. “Such a coincidence.”

“Yeah—“ He clears his throat. “Yeah.”

“D’you need help?” You ask quietly, lowering the bottle until it joins the others by the floor.

Chris tries to reach his back but gives up and hands you the loofah.

You give him a soft smile and lean forward, promptly washing the bits he couldn’t reach with his left arm.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

He sighs and for a second, you think you shouldn’t have asked, but he answers.

“Yeah— It’s just. Work.”

“Ah,” Letting out a sympathetic groan, you giggle, “Of course.”

He shrugs.

You pull his torso forward, lightly running the loofah over his back, and he is very tempted to lay his head on your lap. The way you hold his neck so delicately when moving his body, how you make sure at all times that he’s okay, it washes away any hesitation.

“Work isn’t great.”

“Rough patch?”

“Actually… It was never really great to begin with.”

He waits for the pin to drop, for you to stare at him like he’s insane; an ingrate. Anyone would kill to be at where he’s at currently — working at one of the top agencies and with the greatest groups of the century. Or you would laugh and tell him you were right all along when you told him to not be afraid of new opportunities but to make sure it was right.

But you furrow your eyebrows with such concern.

“what?” your voice is so soft.

“…It was good at first, I— I got to experience a lot of things but…” He exhales, “I can’t be me. I— I can’t do anything experimental, anything that isn’t certain to be a success with a catchy chorus and stupid choreo that will spread like wildfire…”

His tense shoulders carry five years worth of stress when he runs his hand through his hair and huffs.

“I’m exhausted… That’s why I left.”

“You left? You left the company? F-For good?”

It would be a straight lie to say your stomach didn’t bloom elated butterflies at the sound of that.

“yeah… But they want me back. They’re offering me a shitton of money but… I don’t know.”

You resume your washing, running the loofah over his neck and chest.

“Do you need it?”

“I mean… I’m not exactly lacking money, I’m doing pretty fucking well, yeah? But it’s such a big number… I feel foolish rejecting it.”

“Are you happy?”

Chris looks up to stare at you. “What?”

“You used to say, your music made you the happiest,” You hum, “Are you happy right now? If not, what’s missing?”

He freezes, reflecting for a good while. The past five years of his life flashing before his eyes, every single day he was slowly drained away of his sanity. What was missing from this life he was living?

You.

“…Thanks.” Chris whispers out in a hoarse voice. You stop, leaning back to face him.

“You are the most passionate man I’ve ever met, please, don’t let anyone kill that”

“Thank you, truly.”

When he smiles, you see a twinkle appear in his eyes.

“I’m gonna get you a towel, can you finish up by yourself?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

You hand him back the loofah and he leans back, shyly shimmying away his pants and quickly making sure his private parts are clean. He considers putting his used underwear back on, looking at the shameful semi he’s currently sporting.

God, you’d think he’s a right pervert.

Here you were being helpful and kind, meanwhile he’s struggling to keep his cock quiet while you’re so close and you smell so good. And your body, God, everytime you moved, he got just a little preview of how you looked under the oversized tee. You were wearing his shirt, too and the scent of his cologne mixing with your body wash and perfume was driving him absolutely insane because you smelled like him.

Chris is in the middle of struggling his wet boxers over his boot when he hears your footsteps in the hallway, in a panic he gets rid of the underwear in the only way he knows how; throwing it out of sight, it lands with a loud thwap behind the door.

Great, now he doesn’t have anything.

You lay a towel down over the seat of the chair and another over the counter. You reach over the tub, making sure your legs are steady over tile, and hold his forearm, pulling upward. When you reach to hold his torso, you’re met with his bare cock, out just like that.

“Oh!”

Instinctively, you jump back, stumbling over your feet, totally not realising you let go of him.

Chris crashes back down with a loud splash and you scream.

“OH MY GOD!”

You’re both absolutely mortified.

You just saw his dick and proceeded to drop him like a bag of shit. And he is sitting there naked and vulnerable with a sore butt, he can’t say you ever reacted like that to the sight of his cock before.

“I am so sorry—“ You mutter over and over, helping him back up at once. “Gosh, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine— I’m fine.”

“No, it’s not, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did that.” You’re almost soaked by the time he’s safely sitting on the chair.

“I’m fine, see? Still here.”

And you both stare at each other before he cracks up.

What a stupid fucking scene.

You absolutely reciprocate his laughter with your own, doubling over, holding your stomach.

God, how foolish did the two of you look?

Once your eyes met his nakedness, you just blurted out an “Oh” and practically threw him across the room.

When the laughter dies down, you’re caught in a staring contest and you both drink in the atmosphere; It’s the missed domesticity of a lost Sunday in July when you’d come home and fool around with no worries in sight.

Back then, you looked at him like he hung the stars and the moon, with your sparkling innocent eyes and dreamy smile, he was the centre of your everything and he never realised just how much he had until he lost you.

“God, I’m mortified,” You laugh lazily, stretching up from your position to reach for the towel.

Chris snaps from his thoughts, giving you a quiet giggle as a response, “How do you think I feel? I’m butthurt… Literally”

You snort.

He can’t help the adoring smile that finds his lips. Ever present even when you shove the towel into his face, muttering a loud “shut up”.

Starlit eyes are glued to you as you run the soft microfiber over his body with remarkable care. Oh, he doesn’t miss the coy bite of your lower lip when you fingers trace his stomach or the audible gulp that leaves your throat when you eye his thighs.

God, the heat blooming in your cheeks was nearing borderline dangerous levels with how it quickly spread through your chest and… down.

And then you accidentally brush the back of your hand against his member and Chris lets out the most delightful sigh.

You flinch, muttering a quick sorry and crawling away from him as fast as you could.

“You should be able to finish up by yourself, I put a towel down before so you could wrap yourself up,” You clear your throat, smoothing your clothes as you exit the bathroom, calming your racing heart down.

What you didn’t expect coming back however, was the sight of Chris quickly wrapping the towel around his fully hard cock with a blush.

God.

Oh my god.

Brain absolutely unable to calm down, your body is stuck on autopilot as you help him get rid of the cling wrap. Your eyes absolutely refuse to meet his, even as your hands are over his bare chest and your bodies are glued together walking back into his bedroom. No, you can’t let him see just how much this affected you.

When he sits down at the bed and you’re promptly gathering him clean clothes, his boner is clearer than ever before. That towel must feel absolutely harassed.

Your eyes can’t help but wander off to the evident bulge, the awareness of his painful erection eats away at your brain. How can you do anything else now that you have seen his boner?

Chris clears his throat awkwardly, looking anywhere other than your face.

“Do… Do you want me to help?”

And Christopher practically freezes in place, his eyes widening larger than you’d ever seen. His heart beating so dang fast it might just explode. “W—What?!”

You must be out of your mind if you think you’re going to give your ex a handjob. You’re not that kind of girl, you know better than that. Your friends would kill you. Helping him was bad news, you should’ve just called someone else.

Because you’re seriously considering it.

Closing your eyes, you blurt it out. “I can help. I will help you.”

He doesn’t say a word, staring at your face.

“…If you want…” As you complete your sentence, it’s more of a question than anything else.

And then Christopher swallows his saliva, staring at you with such desire, so much longing you feel more alive than any time the past five years.

“…Please.” His voice is a hoarse plea and it brings you to your knees.

You crash into his mattress, leaning over his body to stabilise yourself. Nothing fills your brain but the tempting desire to touch him again, to feel all of him.

Hands trembling, you undo the towel from his waist. A sigh leaves your lips at the sight of his cock, hard and angry and… begging for your touch. The mere graze of your fingers along his thighs makes his dick throb.

You run your digits over his length, the emanating heat burns your skin with desire. As you wrap your whole hand around him, his body jerks. You stroke up and down, slowly working up a steady pace and getting used to feeling all of him.

Betrayed by your body, you feel yourself getting aroused at the sight. Every inch of your skin that touches his pulsates with want.

God, he was always too hot for his own good.

Chris was scrawny during your years together, the slender, athletic type. But now, he’s filled in so deliciously, even excluding his stupidly perfect abs, his shoulders are even broader and his arms, god, his arms are so big now.

You want to kiss every bit of his body, discover every new mole, every scar, find out what you’ve missed. You want to know his body like your own.

He breathes in, running his hand over his face and biting his lip, it’s getting harder and harder to hold back his moans. Chris knows that if he lets go, he will call you baby like he used to.

Second hand joining in, you lick your lips, eyes drifting to watch his face contort. The toned muscles of his stomach jump every time your finger rubs his head and he hisses, because he’s very much aware you know that drives him crazy.

You were mad to think of giving your ex a handjob. But you were even crazier to consider sucking him off.

The arousal must’ve burnt off your brain cells because the next minute you’re peppering kisses up his length, letting saliva drip down while you swirl your tongue around his head.

Chris almost came right there and then. He throws his head back with a loud whine.

You clench your thighs, slowing down your hands while you focus on wrapping your lips around him. Your head bobs up and down, you hum when you feel the weight of his fingers tangled in your hair.

Letting one hand wander, you’re caressing his skin, feeling his toned stomach jump under your hand, kneading at his waist, letting your fingernails redden his pale skin.

When he opens his eyes, Christopher is delightfully surprised by your teary eyes looking up at him with such blinding innocence like you weren’t sucking the life out of his cock right now. Every hum sending goosebumps up his spine and the lewd, wet sound making him throb harder.

You struggle to fit it all, but your pride and greed have you gagging, making sure to reach the very back of your throat.

“Oh, God…”

That’s how he reaches his limit, shooting his load down your throat with a hoarse, desperate cry that echoes in the empty house. His body arches so beautifully, pale skin coated in a layer of sweat, leaving a silky sheen over his muscles. You find yourself growing even crazier over Christopher Bahng.

And then his eyes flutter open and he looks at you so longingly you trick yourself into believing he still loves you as much as you love him. Because when he carefully brings you up and whispers such a quaint “You did so well, so good— so. so good.”

His fingers fucking carress your cheek like he always did and it’s so stupidly loving. It’s such an intimate act when he fixes your hair and wipes the remaining cum off the corner of your lip.

The way you melt into the palm of your, your eyes closed, your lips glistening under the sheen of his come, has Chris’s mind going numb. How he wanted nothing other than to hold you and fuck you so good until you cried. He wanted nothing but to give you immeasurable pleasure.

But it’s a notification on his phone that wakes you from your daze. The unsettling guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. You pull away from his touch as if it were toxic.

“Well—“ You say, adjusting your hair and clothes, avoiding his eyes above all. Not able to bear the adoring look he holds right now. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

And he panics. At this exact moment, Chris is confused about most emotions but one — He wants you to stay.

“Let me repay you,” It’s a timid plead, echoing in the quiet home.

“What?”

“I wanna eat you out—“ Chris confesses, “I want you to ride my face like you always did. Want your thighs to crush my head—“

And he smiles with a lustful haze in his eyes.

You’re almost drunk off his words alone, the thought of having him underneath, eating you out like you’re his last meal — Christopher was always a generous lover, getting off on giving you pleasure, on serving you.

Turning around, you’re struggling to breathe. Struggling to contain yourself at all. You want to jump into his arms, yes, but things couldn’t be so simple. You guys broke up a long time ago.

“Chris… You’re—“ You breathe out, “ just horny. I don’t wanna do something you’ll regret.”

He visibly gulps, “Do you regret it…? What we just did.”

You want to say yes.

But looking into his eyes, the way he gazes at you so expectantly — eyebrows curved up, puppy-eyed and apprehensive lips pressed into a flat line — you can’t lie.

“…No.”

“Then I don’t regret it either.”

“Christopher—“ You sigh. “You need bed rest, I mean you can’t even use your arms.”

“I can still use my tongue.”

“I—“

“Please, I’m dying to taste you. I can’t think of anything else right now.”

“I—“ You gulp, regretting your words as soon as they leave your lips, “I don’t want to cum unless it’s around you.”

Closing your eyes, you expect him to call you delusional, call you foolish. I mean, still hung up on their ex five years later?

But he’s way too busy feeling dizzy with the sudden blood that rushes to his cock. His mouth feels dry, and he can barely breathe right with the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. God, he almost came to your words alone.

Those words had him wrapped around your finger just like that, he would do just about anything for you, right now.

“Get over here,” Chris manages to breathe out between shallow hisses.

“Chris—“

“For the love of God, just shut up and kiss me—“ The words come out way too intense and violent. He wants to apologise, but is quickly shut down by your lips on his.

And it feels like everything is right.

Time stops the very moment your mouth touches his, lips moulded against each other perfectly.

He completes you, like he always did.

Chris cups the back of your neck, pulling you into his body and you gently sit on his stomach, careful not to put your whole weight on his body.

Holding you so tight, his kiss is fervent, savouring every second of it as if it could fade any moment. Maybe this was another dream. Even if it were, he was going to enjoy every second of it.

He would have you again even if it were just a dream.

When his tongue forces its way into your mouth, you sigh into his lips. He can feel your chest pressed against his, thin sleep shirt doing nothing to conceal your figure. Not that he was a stranger to any of it, every inch of you was memorised, carved into his brain.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and it feels just as incredibly soft as it looks, sliding like silk between your digits as you scratch at his scalp like you know he loves.

“Take— Mhhm— Take it off—“ Chris whines into your lips, pulling at your shirt, struggling to maneuver without the use of his right hand.

You part your kiss, laughing softly and that sound sends a thrill down his entire body.

Once the shirt is off, you’re suddenly self-conscious. I mean, you’re no longer twenty-one and the things that used to be perky and smooth are now all flabby and textured. Even though time has passed for the both of you, it seems like Chris only looks more beautiful.

But he looks at you with such an adoring gaze, admiring every element that makes up the masterpiece that is you. Drinking in every new mark on your skin, he wants to burn this image into his eyes, just in case he can never be blessed with this sight again.

A part of him wants to wallow in self-pity, the idea of your body changing, of you changing, away from his eyes is painful.

But, for now, he’s going to lay in your curves and take everything he missed.

His tongue runs hot along your neck and your body tingles with want. No other man, no other person ever had such a grip on you like Chrstopher.

“God—“ You sigh, “I need you, Chris, right now—“

He groans.

“I know, baby. But I need to get you ready and wet for me.”

“I’m dripping.” You confess. “I’ve been wet since you took off your fucking shirt and I had to touch you.”

He pulled you into a kiss so harsh the bed creaked. God, you were crazy, he was insane and you were both driving each other into madness.

Biting your lips, you steady your body on his good shoulder and position yourself. Chris sighs at the sight of your dripping cunt hovering so close to his throbbing member.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, you lower your body onto his member,welcoming the stretch with a shy mewl. He fills you up, more than you’d thought, much better than you remembered.

Every second you’re not moving feels torturous to him. Feeling your walls clamp around cock, so wet and warm and perfect, he has to will himself not to cum right then and there.

You start your slow movements up and down, easing yourself into a pace that feels right.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” Chris blurts out between breathy whimpers.

You laugh it off.

“Last night.”

“what?”

“I had a dream—Ngh.— I dreamt you were around me just like you were now.”

You smile, your walls clenching at the idea of his desire for you. Chris thinking about you in his most intimate moments.

“Is—“ You sigh, “Is it as good as your dream?”

“No—“ He hisses and your smile fades. “It’s so much better. So much better. I forgot how perfect you were. So perfect.”

The compliment goes straight to your cheeks, heat spreading through your skin and pooling on your chest. You’d be perfect for him, always would.

“yeah?” You breathe out, quitting your bouncing for a second to circle your hips. The friction it provides to your clit is more than enough to take away any restraint you had left.

Chris nods, whining at the lack of movement.

Leaning forward, you take his pouty lips in a sweet, quickened peck. His hand tightly grips your waist, fingers lightly tracing at your skin, following your slow pace.

From your lips leaks a tempting prayer of his name, slurry and breathless.

He drinks in the sight of your concentrated expression, eyebrows pulled in together as you slide your body up and down so diligently to make him feel good.

Tracing along your waist, his hands find your ass and he can’t help but knead at your skin, giving it a good slap.

You yelp, not holding back your giggle at the surprise slap.

And at the sound of your saccharine laughter, Chris feels the hole in his soul be repaired with the dripping honey of your existence, tightly woven with your mischievous smiles and side-eyed smirks.

Chris wraps his arm around your back and brings you tight to his chest, your body is so hot pressed against his, every curve and outline fits together. He takes your lips in a heated kiss, humming sweetly into your throat.

You would be able to hear how desperately his heart pounded against his chest if it weren’t for your own loud heartbeat pouring at your ribcage.

Every time you raise your hips to the very tip of his member only to bottom out in one-go, Chris throws his head back with a long whine. His broken sighs spark up electricity down your body and straight to your core, he feels so absolutely dizzying inside of you, so full, you feel every inch of him.

“I—“ He chokes, “‘M not gonna last long.”

“Oh, thank god. Me either,” You breathe out into a quiet laugh, thankful you won’t have to keep shooing away your orgasm. “C’mon— Ah! Give it to me—“ You lick your lips at the thought of his cum painting your walls. “Fill me up, been too long, mhm? Make sure it doesn’t leak out.”

You see the way he bites his lips, his hips meeting yours with unrestrained strength.

Oh, he will give it all to you.

His lips crash into yours as you both reach your limits, the exploding release flooding your brain with nothing but endorphin.

Sitting quietly, you feel the way his member convulses inside you, its last strings spurting out lazily into your walls. Every twitch has you clenching around his sensitive cock; His hisses are a great sign you should control your pussy.

Trying his best to wrap both of his arms around you, Chris pulls you tighter into his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair.

The weight of your tired silhouette laying on his chest feels absolutely right. The thrumming of your racing heart against his, settling into synchronized rhythms. You belonged there. You always would.

When he feels you wriggling, Chris sighs, pulling you tighter, “Don’t— Don’t leave me.”

You close your eyes, willing away every ounce of your body that misses him, you can’t do this to yourself. No, this will probably just be a one-time thing and when he gets better, he will leave you, again.

“Chris—“

“I bought it so I could smell like you.” His voice is hoarse and hesitant, a silent whisper that instantly relaxes your body.

“What?”

“The shampoo. The stupid shampoo. I bought it after we broke up because I couldn’t fucking sleep unless my pillowcase smelled like honey and cocoa.” He regrets it as soon as the words leave his lips.

But you lay there, floored. Before you even realise, the dam breaks and you’re sobbing. You’re so goddamn happy he missed you as much as you missed him.

Celebrating your 35th birthday meant getting woken up by happy little screams and the absolute sweetest giggles filling your ears. You groaned, silently mourning a good night’s rest.

The past week had been filled with nothing but aversion to that dreaded saturday. What were Birthdays but a constant reminder that you were only getting older? Wasn’t the white hair you found last month enough?

But now, groggily opening your eyes to immediately lock your sight on the three mischievous silhouettes by the door, you can’t help but smile.

“She’s awake, get her!” Your husband cries out, setting out your two very enthusiastic twins running to your bed.

They jump onto your bed, expertly crawling toward you and bombarding your face with sweet little kisses. You laugh under their love-bombing, tiny faces rubbing against your cheeks.

Christopher watches by the bedside, holding up the tray of birthday breakfast with a loving gaze glued to his face.

You’d gotten married not long after your reunion and Chris had started making his own music, producing independently. Most artists he’d worked with before actually followed him into his freelance days, making the transition much smoother.

Two of his fellow producers joined in on that adventure and they were far more successful than either could’ve predicted. You’d bought a house for renovation after your promotion, planning on doing it all together. Too bad you’d find out soon about your pregnancy, Christopher refused to let you lift a single finger your entire gestation.

“Come on, come on, boys, let mummy breathe,” at the sound of their father’s voice, the twins cease their kisses and take a seat by your feet so Chris can set the table over your lap.

“Happy birthday, honey, I love you,” He kisses your lips, sitting by his sons at the foot of the bed.

“What is this? Oh my goodness!” You exclaim, eyeing the spread of fruit-filled pancakes and syrup, eggs, bacon, orange juice. A breakfast of royalty.

“Happy birthday, mummy! We love you!” Your youngest chimes in, absolutely melting your heart.

Looking at your sons, you smile. Both an absolute carbon copy of their daddy, from their heads of curly black hair to their little toes. They’d be turning four sooner than you’d wish, hoping your babies would never grow up. No day would ever be bad when you have your three boys.

“Come here, my babies,” You coo, humming as your boys crash against your chest and you nuzzle your nose on their curly heads. “Thank you, babies, I love you.” You kiss your eldest, “And you,” You kiss your youngest, “So, so much.”

They giggle in your arms, “What about daddy?”

“Well, I’m still not sure.”

They laugh even harder much to the chagrin of your husband.

“Come on, boys, whoever’s dressed first gets a chocolate chip cookie.”

And with that they’re far gone from your embrace and out of the door in a hurry. Christopher joins you in bed with a chuckle.

“What was that?”

“Mum and Dad got the kids for today, which means you and I, have a full day of doing absolutely nothing,” He winks, stealing a strawberry from your pancakes.

You moan at the sound of that, “Oh my God, I love you,” Leaning over you kiss his lips and cheeks, ecstatic at the sound of a day off.

“Oh, so now, you love me?” Faking hurt, he puts a hand to his hip.

“That’s up for debate,”

“Oh, yeah? You and I need to get working on the boys’ birthday present today,” Chris says, leaning over to kiss your neck.

Mouthful of pancakes and whipped cream, you furrow your brows. “What did they ask for?”

“A little sibling.”

You choke on your food, whipping your head to stare at him, “They’re spending too much time with your friends.”

He laughs at that, fingers tracing circles on your forearm. “They’ll be joining school soon, don’t you miss having a little one?”

“God don’t remind me of that,” You whine, “Maybe I’ll have two girls, I won’t be outnumbered anymore.”

Christopher laughs, mind wondering what your daughters would look like. Oh, he loved that idea. “I’m not opposed to that. I’ll throw them the best princess tea parties.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss your husband.

“Daddy! I was ready first!”

“No, daddy! I was.”

Duty calls.

“I’ll be right back,” He whispers, giving you a kiss of stolen birthday strawberry and whipped cream, “I love you.”

“Mhm. I love you, too.”

You watch the love of your life run to find your sons to give them their reward as you enjoy your amazing birthday-breakfast in bed. You’d just been named the head leader for the newest project and Chris’s trio had reached the Top 10 on billboard. You couldn’t imagine more well-behaved, loving sons, even if they were just copies of their daddy.

A lot changed in the past decade, but one thing will always be constant.

You’ll love Christopher Bahng forever.

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super-sluts · 10 months

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Has Harley Quinn ever had sex with Killer Croc before? Does he have two dicks or just one BIG one

"He only has one but... oh my GAWD it's so BIIIIG~!!!!!" Harley can't even finish answering the question before Killer Croc grabs her PAWG ass to pull her back and grind her on his enormous croc dick and let her twerk for him, loving the feeling of such a massive dick getting ready to fuck her before he even shoves it inside and starts to fuck her on his dick. Her big phat ass is perfect for taking his dick thankfully because it's so BIG that if she wasn't any thiccer it'd be dangerous with her phat jiggly asshams that jiggle every thrust he makes but she loves being turned into his slut like this, his huge dick is so good that she can't get enough of being his slut.

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multi-lewder · 1 year

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Is it true unicorn cum makes bitches thiccer? Has Rarity turned Rainbow Dash from an ironing board into a bimbo with giant jiggling jugs and an ass that claps when she walks just from fucking her constantly?

"That's right! I couldn't help myself, I knew she'd look soo much better if she was a thicc slut and she was happy to let me fuck her as much as I needed~" Rarity watches and brags about how she's turned Rainbow into an insanely thicc bimbo bitch, she was such a flat tomboy before but now that she's been fucked by that big thick unicorn cock so many times she can't help but show off her massive clapping asshams just walking around school and her titties are even bigger than her head now jiggling from side to side with each step that she takes. Unicorn cum is perfect for corrupting bitches and Rainbow's just the first girl to learn this thanks to Rarity's superior dick.

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plaindangan · 6 months

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Miu sure is getting popular, it's barely been a day since she gave herself that famous ass and she's become the most popular girl by a large margin. But she's also milked almost every huge cock that the school had to offer.

Of course she wanted more, so after she sent a post online with her huge ass in frame that said she was going to be giving autographs at some remote place in town she knew it was going to be packed. So Miu I have to know, how many of your huge cocked fans were you able to make cum in an hour? Or even the whole day?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not read!

"If you wanna know by the hour than at best it was thirty? Or was it thirty five~ As for how many who got their entire balls dumped into my gorgeous hole...well, I say somewhere in the hundreds~ Seriously, I may be the sexiest, gorgeous, smartest, charismatic, near goddess in the flesh as I am, but do you reaaaaaally expect me to keep track of every dick that let loose in me? If you really wanna know...then count them yourselves~" as one took a good look around the room of one of her back up labs, you would witness people laying completely spent on the semen covered floors. Guys, futa girls, geeks, studs, supermodels, femboys, those on the thiccer side: many have tried to break Miu's ass...and many have clearly failed to tame it~

"Maybe I should take my global? Ahahahahaha~" With a triumphant laugh, she smacked her own goo covered dumptruck. Stained but still standing~

#DRiruma-R18

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Could I request a hc for a (secretly insecure) tall + skinny reader? Like she’s upset that she has zero curves and is so freaking bony and everyone assumes she has an ED. if you’re comfortable thanks!! With Joe or Ben, or both separately :*

Sure thing! I will write HC's for both and keep them separate!

Also, this is going to be a reader that identifies and presents as female, for clarification everyone.

TW: hints of steamy stuff, language, and mentions of eating disorders and mentions of drinking.

Joe:

Joe is so soft and squishy, he likes to hug you to keep you warm. You like to joke with him that he is your teddy bear.

Also, since he is more on the average height side, you like to also teasingly but also lovingly call him a "short king."

When you discuss other guys in the past not being interested in you due to your height he fake gags, "they don't know what they were missing!"

When people assume you have an ED, you insist no and Joe will run up like Sonic the Frickin' Hedgehog to defend you. "My girl is perfectly healthy! And fine, thank you! Her eating isn't any of your business!"

He does enjoy going shopping with you. He will look for clothes that fit you and if they are too big, he finds all sorts of cute belts that accentuate your waist so that the pants look fitted or the skirts or dresses bloom like a flower.

When you feel bad about your lack of curves, he will hug and kiss you on the cheek. He then gently puts his hands right on your hips as he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on you, listing off every one of your beautiful features.

Ben

So Ben is a thiccer guy. So naturally, he is very protective of you ut still soft and sweet on you. When it's cold, he LOVES giving you his coat or hoodie. Seeing it drape over you and the sleeves fall past your hands just makes his heart melt.

Though you feel self-conscious about being taller, he actually loves it since not only do you have killer legs, but you give badass, majestic vibes to him.

Your tallness has him puff up his chest, knowing that he has to "step up" his game to let you know he can protect you and still baby you when needed But he is not opposed to you being all sweet and babying him.

If someone says "hey Y/N, you're so bony! Do you have an eating disorder???" he will turn his head and call out their rudeness. "Why the fuck would you ask anyone that? That's none of your business!" and put an arm around you.

He enjoys it since you are taller you can usually keep up with his walking, especially in a pretty spot with your hand in his.

You can also keep up with his drinking nights at the pub and you two can go there as a fun, relaxed date to bond over some fun drinks, be it a pint of beer or a pint of something of your choice.

Since you sometimes complain about how you feel "unsexy" you bet Ben buys you some lingerie right in your size in the perfect colors ;) and you bet you wear it on... "special" nights ;)

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obscureoperations · 11 months

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So. I'm 5'6" and I'm thicc with a weight of approximately 180 lbs. Got a pooch that I'm slowly losing. What would martin do if his next victim/lover had a similar or exact body type to me and goes into sad girl hours over her weight. Or just any thiccer than a sniccer girl in general. Thanks! Runny mascara and belting suicide silence or mcr, for example.

First off… thumbs up on the use of the phrase “ thiccer than a snicker” 😂🙌 Ohhh man I love it hah.

And also, Martin could only wish to be so lucky! He would absolutely lose his mind. I don’t think he can fathom how he managed to land his partner.. in his eyes they were perfect. He never really paid attention to their weight— you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

It thoroughly surprised him to discover you had issues with your body. You complained about all of the areas that he loved the most— was he missing something here? He would watch as you pick yourself apart in front of the mirror, completely helpless. He tries his best to reassure you.

Martin was never one to outwardly express affection, but with you it was different. If was as if he was compelled to grasp your hand, wrap his arms around your waist, kiss your forehead in the middle of the day. You were so beautiful..he couldn’t help but touch you.

During your off days, when insecurities took a hold he had to refrain. He didn't want to upset you further. On those days, he made sure to compliment you a lot, actually verbalizing how much you meant to him.

In general, once he's used to your moods, Martin is the ideal boyfriend. Accommodating in the sense that he doesn't want to push your boundaries. You feel touchy and 'off' about your body one dat, Martin politely gives you space. He still lets you know how attractive he finds you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He might become a bit playful in the hopes of cheering you up.

Despite the fact Martin can't comprehend the discomfort around your weight, he's completely respectful and supportive. He never misses a chance to make you feel seen and adored. The fact that you agreed to let him be your boyfriend.. he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

#martin 1977 #martin 1978 #martin mathias #martin/reader #martin/you #martin/fem reader #love this #sorry for the delay mate!

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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Headcannons of a heisnberg x plus size s/o? but like not insecure at all, will stamp on alcinas foot. Drink (maybe not as much as him lol). Slightly chaotic confidence that blows him outta the water. Cuz love karl, but someone needs to kick him in the ass sometimes lol and I think his S/O would be one to do it! <3 Love your work!!

Confidence is Key | Heisenberg HCs

i would like to note that my lovely assistant, @mxcheese the icon that they are, helped me co-wrote these, and i!! love them!!! every one say thank you cheese!

ANYWAY, thank you for requesting!! i hope we did your ask justice!!

taglist: @mxcheese @blixeon @prismarts @chrysanthykios

Headcanons

SO LET’S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT

YOU’RE A HOT BITCH AND YOU KNOW IT

YOU’RE FRICKEN WICKED STUNNING AND YOU’VE GOT THE CONFIDENCE TO MATCH

And yeah

It blows Heise way out of the water

You're thiccer than a bowl full of oatmeal and you love your body

Your body lets you do so many things

Fight

You’ll fight lady D, you’ll fight miranda, you’ll fight that boulder punching asshole

And you’ll do it for fun

One time alcina dared to make a comment

Not about you, about heisenberg, actually

And you did, in fact, step on her foot

You said, and i quote “oops”

All while she cursed your name lmao

A soldat came at you once and you fucking

Crushed its skull underfoot

A lycan caught you by surprise and you threw a chainsaw at it

(you didn’t use the chainsaw because you were surprised. throwing it was just as effective)

So yeah

Your body lets you be a badass

You’re so fucking strong, literally

If you were a canon character in the game, simps would beg you to step on them

And oh, yeah

Your body also allows you to drink heisenberg under the table

You don’t drink more often than he does

But when you do drink

You drink so much more

It’s pretty hot tbh

Heisenberg’s into it

He’s into you generally

You are

so different, y’know?

you aren’t like anyone else he’s ever met before, that’s for damn sure

It’s just

So clear

That you do not give a fuck what anyone else thinks

And you don’t take shit from anyone, including Heisenberg

Because you’re absolutely right, someone needs to kick his ass and that someone is you

When you first met him

Karl was a bit of a prick

Very much, “I am an all powerful lord, fear meeee”

Which you didn’t buy into at all

If he fuckin

Threatened to throw you to the soldats or whatever, you just went

“Do it, pussy.”

And he never did

In fact, he started to appreciate your general demeanor

You didn’t put up with his crap, and he really grew to love it

You were kind of like a common sense filter for him, too

“Hey, Karl, maybe don’t put that flamethrower next to the gasoline tank, ‘kay?”

“Karl, babe, you are not going to try and blow up Miranda’s little cathedral thing, we both know that won’t work.”

“kARL HEISNBERG, YOU ARE NOT ADDING MORE LEGS TO THAT THING!!!”

Like, shit

He comes to you one day with the fuckin

“Hey, there’s a really strong baby, we can use her as a weapon to defeat Miranda!” idea

And you went

“Are you shitting me? You realize you have a metal army, right? Plus those fuckin umbrella assholes hate Miranda, too, you could team up with them.”

He had to admit you were right about that and then change his plans

You just casually changed the outcome of RE8 with common sense, im proud of you

Your common sense isn’t the only thing Heisenberg likes, tho

HE’S ALSO INTO

UR BUTT

Among other things

He enjoys holding you

And being held by you

Because while you’re a badass

You give the best hugs

He will use you as a pillow on the rare occasion that you can get him to sleep

And yes

He will grab you

Either to give you a lil squeeze or to pull you towards him

With your permission, of course

Bc, y’know

You can kick his ass

You can kick most people’s asses tho

He might actually

Be a little bit scared of you

Not because you’ll actually hurt him, but just because you’re a teensy bit intimidating

But yeah, anyway

Another thing he loves is like

Watching you work with heavy machinery

Or moving it

As i said, you’re fucking strong as hell

And he loves seeing you in your shared element

AND

He loves hearing you yell

Which you have to do, sometimes, because the factory can get loud

But that’s not always why, sometimes you just get passionate

And other times you get mad

He just

Loves the sound of your voice

He prefers hearing you yell at other people or lords, but even if it’s directed at him, he’s into it

To quote my co-writer

(thank u cheese)

“You’ve got a fire in you that burns hotter than any furnace he’s used”

I fuckin love that line

And

You know how to cook

You will not hesitate to use actual fire and he loves it

He loves that you can cook, if you can cook, in general

Though he doesn’t love gettin fuckin

Smacked with a wooden spoon (gently)

When he tries to eat individual ingredients

He laughs it off tho

And you laugh it off, too

At least he’s never tried to eat soup with his bare fuckin hands like that one mf, ethan winters

He has tried to use his powers to get away with it though

It has never worked, but he tries anyway

And even if you can’t cook, like

He will still try to fuckin

Bug you

You’ll be working on some machinery, which, as i’ve said, he loves

And then he’ll just

Take away the wrench you were using

He doesn’t even need to physically go up and take it from you, he’ll just use his powers

He still gets smacked with a wooden spoon for that

Anyway

Yeah

He loves you and your badass and confident ways

He loves your body, and your mind

But really

It’s the confidence for him

#karl heisenberg x reader #Karl heisenberg x y/n #Heisenberg x y//n #Heisenberg x reader #Re8 x reader #Resident evil 8 x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg x you

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sepublic · 3 years

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Escaping Expulsion Speculation

This episode doesn’t have very many screenshots, but what we have IS enlightening;

This is probably Willow dealing with being expelled from Hexside! The way she turns back, I think someone, perhaps Luz or Gus or Amity, just arrived outside her window, and Willow just let them in before closing the window behind her! That’s sweet and adorable, she’s probably talking about what to do next, and here’s hoping for Park Family Lore!

It seems Odalia is in charge of ‘Blight Industries’, a company dedicated to Abomination magitech! It’s neat to see Abomination magic expanded upon, and see what kind of ‘opportunities’ that Willow’s Parents brought up it yields! I remember someone once suggesting Abominations is the equivalent of Robotics in the Boiling Isles, seems they were right! Odalia and Alador being inventors, or more likely, people who profit off of inventors, makes a lot of sense, and they must want Amity to take over the family company! I do have to wonder what Emira and Edric play into this, however…

Still, this explains a lot of their wealth, power, and prestige, if the Blights are behind a LOT of technological developments! Maybe even scrolls and crystal balls, who knows? Odalia is looking thiccer than any of us anticipated, and she’s using an Abomination flamethrower… But also she’s showing off some sort of armored Abomination at some convention/demonstration, likely of her latest product!

I wonder where Alador is- Is he piloting this Abomination mecha? And I have to wonder if the Abomination Head will make an appearance, given they lead the Coven that would obviously take interest in development of Abomination magic…

Then Luz! POOR LUZ, I am going to MURDER Odalia and Alador! She’s being harassed by the Abomination Mecha, is Odalia using her to prove how powerful her invention is, by taking on the witch who wounded Belos?! That is CHILD LABOR you sicko, not that this is new if Mattholomule taught us anything, but still! She’s literally endangering this kid, I guess this IS a dangerous deal… Ugh. Here’s hoping Amity sticks up for Luz here, as well as some appearances from Emira and Edric, and maybe even the Abomination Head!

#the owl house #the owl house odalia #odalia blight #the owl house willow #willow park #the owl house luz #luz noceda #speculation #analysis #theory

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sincerely-raine · 3 years

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I hate ppl who say I’m “lucky” for being flat chested like 🤨??? if anything I think y’all are lucky for being able to feel like real women (unless ur trans/enby then I’m hella sorry, I’m just shit talking cis women who say this shit)

Everytime my tits are brought up all I hear is “omg ur so lucky u can actually fit in clothes 😩” YEAH CHILDRENS CLOTHES

YOU THINK IT FEELS NICE ONLY BEING ABLE TO WEAR CLOTHES MADE FOR 8 YEAR OLDS??? WELL IT DONT BAE IN FACT ITS HELLA FUCKING HUMILIATING (sorry to bring out the all caps but they’re really good for letting out anger lolol)

And don’t even get me started on bras- bitch I can’t find fitting bras for SHIT every bra in my area is made for B-G cups THERE AINT NO AS OR AAS

I started puberty at 10 and didn’t get my first fitting bra till I was 14– even Victoria’s Secret let me down

Like they measured my tiddies and were all like “32A ur so lucky I wish I had ur size 🤪🤪🤪” then I walk over to the cabinets with bras in them…open the 32A drawer…you know what I saw?

Fucking B cups

In the 32A drawer

There were 4 B cup bras

In one of the biggest bra companies

And I know they were NOT Acups because they had unpadded cups in their bras (and they didn’t fit)

Bitch if there’s cups and they aren’t even padded then they are NOT Acups ✋🏻💀 I’m sorry but bra companies are too busy tryna tell us smallies that we’re not good enough and need to look bigger to give us UNPADDED bras

I have NEVER seen a bra company actually tell flat chesters that we don’t need to create an illusion of having big boobs (other than that Pepper.com site or whatever it’s called, love y’all 💞💞💞)

So yeah I wasted my money on that shit cuz yknow? I wanna feel like a woman, not a little boy, and idgaf if the bras are too big I was NOT wearing training bras for the rest of my life

So yeah wearing those bras made me insecure asf and I still am lmao

But naw back on track-

2 other problems with clothes:

-So many women’s shirts made for boobs….so many…

-And the baggy clothes

I said it a million times and I’ll say it again:

FLAT 👏🏻 WOMEN 👏🏻 DONT 👏🏻 HAVE 👏🏻 BOOB 👏🏻 CRACKS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

BOOB CRACKS ARE LITERALLY MADE OUT OF TWO LUMPS OF FAT PRESSED TOGETHER

WE DONT HAVE FAT DEAR LORD

And every fucking women’s shirt I see has a hole for the tiddy crack- and for us it either just shows our chest skin or our whole tiddies and nipples

I don’t wanna go walking round the street showing everyone what color the skin on my chest is or the color of my fucking areolas

AND THE SHIRTS THAT NEED BOOBS TO STRETCH THEM OUT OMFGGG

Every time I see them I’m like “Oooh a sexy crop top I wanna wear it!” 😃 then I’m like “Oh yeah…it’ll just look like a fucking tank top on me” 🙂 like y’all thiccer girls out there don’t know HOW MANY shirts need boobs-

I’d provide pics but my internet is shit but if u see a a big tiddies girl wearing a crop top- the reason why it’s a crop top is because 90% of what’s under her shirt is boobs, not shaming just tryna get it thru y’all’s head that PEOPLE NEED TO MAKE CROP TOPS FOR SMALL BOOBS WE WANNA FEEL SEXY TOO???

(Like for example the reason why clothes are tight on y’all is most likely cuz y’all tits take up most of ur shirt, take those tiddies away and that shirt will prolly be twice the size of you)

And the baggy clothes…I hate most baggy clothes, if u like them that’s cool but bitch I’m talking bout myself rn and that shit is ugly to me 😂😂😂 and the fact that ALL clothes are big and baggy on me makes me feel even uglier than I already am like wtf

And I’m used to baggy clothes I wear them all day everyday!!! Ever since I was fucking born! That’s shits getting boring I wanna feel sexy and wear skin tight clothes but nooooo all tight shirts are made for BOOBS

I’d need to go to a fucking professional tailor to get a tight shirt and waste $1k for one shirt or sum shit

Next topic:

The insecuritiesssss ✨✨✨

We’re all insecure but when you’re flat you got ur own insecurities that you can’t tell anyone about otherwise they’ll just disregard every fucking thing you say in exchange for “but you can fit in shirts” (thanks a lot, bitches, that helps so much)

And for y’all’s record: stop telling flat chesters that we can cosplay dudes easier, telling us that we look like men doesn’t help, in fact it makes it worse cuz we tell ourselves that exact thing everyday 🙂

And not everyone likes cosplaying?? So???? What’s ur point

The fact that men say they don’t care bout breast size then continue to ONLY sexualize big boobs like yes tf you do care, we know this. I can’t even look up small boobs in any explicit manner without seeing CHILDREN (hentai children ofc but still children) LIKE WERE NOT KIDS STOP CALLING US KIDS unless you are a kid 🤪 and can y’all stop with the pedophilic hentai? That shits disgusting

And STOP DRAWING SMALL BOOBED CHARACTERS WITH BIG BOOBS I can’t even count how many times I saw fan art of Miku with big boobs- SHES FLAT AND YALL KNOW THIS STOP FUCKING CHANGING HER BODY YALL DONT KNOW HOW MANY PPL UR HURTING WITH THAT SHIT

And it’s not just her too 🙄 like is it that fucking hard to draw a flat chest, y’all always draw it on men, why not women? Hm? Do u not like flat women? Think we’re not good enough? Well good for you cuz we’d never date boring ass, offensive ass incels like you anyways. You could never have these cute A cups ❤️❤️❤️

I was gonna add “vent post” at the top but fuck it, this shits important to us flatties and if u skip this post I hope you step on a tac 💓

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angstyclowns · 4 years

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I love you so much!!!! But moving on can I request a slim thick omega and maybe if its possible their selfconscious about their proportions. I'm just feeling this at the moment I look weird. Maybe for Midoriya, Bakugou, and Tamaki. Of course you don't have to! I still love you! 😘

Ask #2: Hello! I don’t know if request are open but if it’s alright with you can I request something with Alpha Izuku Bakugo and a third of your choice with a chubby omega? (I’m sort of chubby myself 😔) and she gets picked on by others because of how chubby she is and that she shouldn’t be in the Hero course because of her body and she starts to believe them? Also if it’s not any trouble to you could the omega also be Aizawa’s daughter? You don’t have to add that if you don’t want to! Thank you! 🖤🖤

I decided to combine these two! I really hope you don’t mind!

If you do, just send one back and I can make a part two!

Alpha Izuku, Katsuki, and Tamaki x Aizawa! Thicc! Omega! Reader!

Izuku Midoriya

It’s pretty much cannon at this point that he’s as much of a boob man as Katsuki is an ass man.

He doesn’t care if your thiccer than a bowl of oatmeal.

I promise I know how to spell thick and thicker lmao

Izuku’s mission as an Alpha is to make sure his omega is as happy and healthy as possible.

Maintaining a good body image is crucial for this.

Every morning you bet he’s peppering kisses all over your face and calling you beautiful

He’s trailing hands up and down your waist with red cheeks as he calls you every compliment in the book.

He’s not letting either of you leave until your giggling and accepting the compliments.

If your lucky you get a mind blowing reminder of your beauty ;D

Dear god I need to get my thirsty ass off of Izuku like damn.

Moving on. Izuku knows what it’s like to be self-conscious, and he absolutely doesn’t want his omega feeling that way.

If your Aizawa’s daughter, he’s a little hesitant on holding you in class, but if your feeling real bad, he’s willing to risk expulsion.

Aizawa gets that being in the hero course is a somewhat difficult feat for being a little thiccer, and he’s happy you found someone like Izuku to help get you through your worst times.

And if he turns a bling eye to Izuku holding you on his lap every once in a wild, that’s no ones business but his own.

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki loves his omega, there is no doubt about it.

But he hates pity of any form.

He will do anything possible to pull you out of your self- conscious pity filled episode as fast as possible

You wanna loose weight? He’s already planning a training regime for you both.

You wanna sit there until you feel better. His laptop is fired up with your favorite move.

Someone talking shit? Drop names and he’s out the door.

He’s not gonna lie, he’s fucking scared shitless of your dad, but he’s willing to man up to ask him to bring over one of your many cats.

Katsuki is also an ass man though.

Having you double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon bouncing on his dick is practically his dream come true

He will constantly slap your ass as he passes by. Sorry in advanced. He does not hit lightly.

He’s totally unashamed though. Like he once slapped your ass in front of your dad. That was a fun dinner that night.

Although his confidence has worn off on you, and Aizawa may be able to look past the ass slapping.

Not. he’d totally use his capture weapon to slap Katsuki’s ass back right when he’ least expects it.

Tamaki Amajiki

Again, I fully head canon that if it weren’t for U.A. Tamaki would totally be triple c thiccced up.

He still is even with all the training.

So you better believe this boy doesn’t care.

Like you thought Katsuki and Izuku were bad with the ass and boobis.

Tamaki is worse.

Your boobis is now his go to pillow.

Your butt is his favorite arm rest

Alpha Tamaki is all over you.

And Aizawa is already cool with him. I totally picture Aizawa loving Tamaki because of his quiet nature, so him dating his daughter is like a dream come true.

Tamaki is still a shy boi in front of Dadzawa though, not nearly as adventurous as the other two.

Though he will hold onto you, resting his hands on your butt and claim it’s because of his anxiety.

Dadzawa knows though. He always knows.

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qingxintea · 3 years

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➼ chongyun || hiraeth

tw: mention of knives (no violence), kidnapping, explosion _______

you angled your camera to catch your face and upper body correctly and adjusted your blinds for the correct lighting. you put thin pieces of yellow and pink paper over your lamp to give off a sunset lighting sort of aesthetic in your minimalist room. your tiny cacao tree sat in the corner of your room, setting some sort of simple beach vibe.

then, you began to stream.

you watched as majority of your followers came to view as you sat in your rolly gaming chair. the greetings came rushing in and you noticed two of your friends had came along too, xingqiu and chongyun.

"hey gang, it's kingexplosionmurder here with your weekly sunday stream," you smiled and watched as comments came in asking you to notice them. beginning to select randomly, you flicked a short strand of hair behind your ear. "you have been noticed, yourlocalsugardaddy," you blessed them. and you swore you chose randomly.

on the other side of the screen, chongyun's face slightly flushed before eating his popsicle again. yes, that was his username, selected by xingqiu after the guhua heir was somehow able to trick him into selecting so. the situation must've been that he accidentally consumed some jueyun chili's, that was also xingqiu's doing.

he watched you smile as you explained your schedule for this stream, when he noticed you suddenly began laughing. it sounded genuine, he wanted to believe it was genuine, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. he observed your face, noticing you were looking at the chat box. "i agree too, scarymoose."

scarymoose: this streamer's kinda dog shit ngl 😐

by instinct, his fingers grazed over the keyboard as he analyzed the tone. this kid wasn't joking around with himself, he was really out to bring you down. he exhaled, shaking his head, wondering how you would deal in the situation.

yourlocalsugardaddy: miss karen this isn't yelp 🙄

he wasn't content with that yet, things could've gone onto more serious matters, but he knew you liked to keep your chat clean and peaceful. you went to the farther extents to keep that from happening, agreeing with rude comments yourself as a said joke, but actually have it sometimes harming you.

so chongyun tried his best to keep you happy.

redrumreaper: yo moose chill 😳

he recognized his friend xingqiu also trying to calm the situation as you just laughed it off and attempted to continue, sooner enough just beginning to ignore all his comments. some other viewers came up to your defense but in all honesty, you wanted to move on.

"s-so, i found some silk flowers outside of wangshuu inn yesterday, aren't they pretty?" you took a tiny bouquet of the said silk flowers and presented it to your viewers, holding it next to your cheek. the pink tone of the flowers matched the color of your cheeks and made for a nice picture. chongyun would've screenshotted it, but he respected your privacy.

yourlocaldumba$$: yes they're so pretty we love you 😍

13lue13erry: yes ong ong 💕 thiccer than my granny

Straw13erry: don't bring madame ping into this 💀💀

colino: are you sure it's alright to take from someone's legally owned property ?? much less from their garden

Straw13erry: u mean ur neighbors don't harvest ur flowers every day? 🙄 privilege spoke 🤚

yourlocalsugardaddy: vv pretty 😳

redrumreaper: simp 💀

you slightly choked over on your side and xingqiu calling chongyun a simp, for you. quickly clearing your throat, you regained your composure. your viewers could see that your cheeks had been dusted with a darker shade now.

13lue13erry: 👀

Straw13erry: 👀

yourlocaldumba$$: 👀

redrumreaper: 👀

sireluck: 💀

bazinga: 👀

dandelionn: 👀

poetichoe: 👀

"okay- anyways," you pushed that aside, watching the chain of 👀's coming in. you weren't too sure at what they were referring to, but just assumed that they were interested in xingqiu exposing chongyun. but, there was no way chongyun really felt like that, right? it was just a friendly compliment from what you believed. "just a tiny flex but y'all guys, i am so cracked at apex, not gonna lie. for all the new followers out there," you randomly commented. 'and to change the subject.'

"actually, you know what? fuck the schedule, let's go to trolling little eight year old kids posting selfies on instagram. due to certain reasons i'm just not gonna be blurring their usernames out, but please don't spam these people, i don't wanna be cancelled 💗" you sweetly smiled as you pulled up instagram and started streaming on your phone.

of course your sus notifications ruined it 🤡🤡

because xingqiu took advantage of the situation, sending messages to your discord. nothing mentioning your romantic life because he knew better than that, but just trolling. 'HEY GANG. ITS ME, TONY, AND TODAY WE'RE GONNA SEE IF IM FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'TURNS OUT, I AM NOT FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'AN UPDATE, IT HURTS. ALRIGHT. BYE GUYS.' you tried hard to contain your laughter, but certain giggles came out in the end, giggles that made chongyun's heart flutter.

xingqiu just kept spamming without a stop, to the point that you accidentally clicked into the notification instead of someone's username on a selfie post. so now everyone could see your group chat with xingqiu, chongyun, and a few other viewers that were actually your other friends.

13lue13erry: oh no 🤡

Straw13erry: 🗿

yourlocaldumba$$: HAHAHAHA WE'RE EXPOSED 🤡👌

just water support boy 😔: image.png

oh my god he's sending chongyun catboy edits. you made this concerning noise, glad no one really seemed to know who chongyun really was on twitch. you went back to instagram, beginning to dm a random kid, ignoring the situation that had just happened.

chongyun choked, slight heat running to his cheeks. what the fuck was xingqiu doing- how did he even get those pictures? maybe it was that one time xingqiu forced him to go to a furry con, but how did he ever get the time to photograph these? he nervously fidgeted and played with his fingers.

13lue13erry: 🤡

Straw13erry: 🤡

yourlocaldumba$$: 🤡

redrumreaper: 🤡

<— oraoraoraor

kingexplosionmurder: chav check

oraoraoraor: what

kingexplosionmurder: chav: check 😹😹

oraoraoraor: bruh

oraoraoraor: who tf are you

kingexplosionmurder: hope you like baddies cause i'm bad at everything 💗

oraoraoraor: bruh ok i'm blocking