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davenporttf · 8 months

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Gaynz: Luke

Luke was loving the results of the protein powder his best friend, Dillon, gave him. He was working hard at the gym to gain muscle but it was proving to be extremely difficult. Dillon stopped by Luke's place and gave him a new powder he never heard of before called "Gaynz." He said it was the best protein powder out on the market, and it would get him seriously shredded.

Luke prepared his protein shake and headed to the gym. He always saved his shake for after an intense workout to replenish his body with protein. After a killer workout, he slipped out of his gym clothes in the locker room. He chugged the drink and he felt the effects immediately. His veins bulged out of his skin as protein surged through him. His body began to inflate with every pump of blood. Wave after wave, his pecs ballooned with pure muscle. The fat that was giving him such a hard time melted away to reveal an 8-pack. His arms cracked and shifted as his biceps gained mass, and his arms became heavier. His legs became sturdier and his glutes inflated to fill out his boxers.

"Bro! This shit is crazy!" His boy Dillon really came through. He needed to head over to his place to show him. He got into his truck and drove out of the parklot. With his large arms on the wheel driving down the highway, he felt a contraction in his shorts. His boxers were starting to tighten around his ass. "Ughhh, the fuck?!" He felt the material of his boxers began to shift and move up his cheeks. It began to round his dick in the front, and mold into two straps around his ass in the back. With one hand on the wheel, he pulled down his shorts to reveal a hot pink jockstrap where his boxers used to be.

He was dumbfounded, and felt like he was losing grip on reality. He was starting to love the way the jock wrapped around his muscle butt, outlining his best asset when he snapped out of it. "No! This is crazy! I need to find out what Dillon put in this shake." He finally reached Dillon's and pulled into his driveway.

As he turned the car off, he felt a tingle in his dick. He pulled down his shorts to catch sight of his dick shrinking in the jock. He squirmed in his seat from the sensation of his bulge going from a mound to a thimble. He needed to talk to Dillon now. He walked up to his door, the mesh shorts sliding against his bare ass. He knocked on the door, and Dillon answered with a smile on his face.

Luke wasted no time, and pushed Dillon backwards into his house and pinned him against the wall. "The fuck did you give me, bro!!" Dillon chuckled unaffected by Luke's demeanor.

"Let me go and stand at attention." he said calmly. Luke felt himself resisting against his body as he backed away from Dillon. His arms went rigid against his sides and he stood tall in his best friend's living room.

"I see the shake has been working wonders for you, bro. I forgot to tell you that it also makes you super submissive as well."

Luke's guard started to come down as he started liking the idea of being dominated by his best bro. He snapped back again, "No, bro! Wtf! I'm not into dudes!"

The words fell on deaf ears, as Dillon moved closer to Luke. "I want you to be the little bitch I always thought you to be. Take off those shorts, and get on my bed, slut."

Luke's resistance was no match for being called what he truly was. He became filled with lust for such dominating language. He pulled down his shorts, and crawled onto his buddy's bed.

Dillon pressed himself up against Luke's ass, and started to slap his dick against his cheeks. With every smack of his bro's dick, his thoughts became more and more aligned with that of a pure bottom bitch. His 2" dick didn't needed to be the center of attention anymore, and he only felt the need to be dominated by his best friend.

Dillon dropped a wad of spit onto Luke's revealed hole. The splash against his hole was driving Luke crazy. He leaned further back as Dillon slid his 8" cock into his perfectly round bubble butt. "Ohhhh fuckkkkkk brooo" Luke moaned as Dillon thrusted into him.

"That's right my big slut. You only serve to be my fucktoy." Dillon said in a deep sultry voice while he piledrived Luke's bussy. Luke's reality continued to shift away from his straight fuckboy life to being a perfect muscle stud for his bro to enjoy when he desired.

Luke began to diddle with his tiny cock as Dillon hammered his p-spot over and over again. "Such a good slut. Here comes your reward." Dillon said as he slammed into Luke one final time. Wads of cum shot into Luke filled him with the juices of his master. The sensation sent Luke over the edge and he came into his pink jockstrap.

Luke slowly flipped over onto his back and looked up at Dillon with a small belly bulge from all the cum in his abdomen.

"I'm ready for round 2 when you are, bro." Luke said smiling.

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Two stories today for the long wait :)

#gay tf #mental change #straight to gay #reality change #gay jock #jock #male transformation #muscle tf #mind control #belly bulge #gaynz

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gureumz · 1 year

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kingdom come

rating: explicit

member: sunghoon

notes: fem-bodied reader, dom!sunghoon, friends to lovers, pwp, BLASPHEMY, religious references (specifically catholic allusions), slapping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, reader and sunghoon are students in a catholic college institution

a/n: finally, my blasphemous sunghoon piece that was supposed to coincide with holy week lol i struggled with this a bit but i did my best </3 enjoy!

"holy fuck, wasn't it just sunday yesterday?"

you giggle as you trudge along the halls of your school, sunghoon's voice carrying over to your other classmates' ears. a few of them snicker along while others glance ahead nervously at the professor leading your class to the chapel.

you look up at him, your duly declared best friend, who also happens to always be conveniently right next to you when your class lines up to go anywhere.

"you do know, with you being the tallest out of all of us, your voice is most likely the first to be heard, right?" you ask, grinning mischievously up at sunghoon.

sunghoon flashes you the middle finger. you let out a sound akin to an incredulous gasp.

"i'm telling on you," you tease, punching sunghoon on the arm.

"what are you, five?" sunghoon bites back, pulling lightly at your ponytail.

"oh, wait—," sunghoon hurriedly continues. "you are five. five feet tall, that is."

before you can counter with your own insult, the professor whips his head around and gives both you and sunghoon a pointed look. your head immediately lowers in embarrassment.

sunghoon chuckles one last time beside you, shoving you lightly. you return with another punch, this time to his chest. sunghoon lets out a strangled noise of pain.

eventually, your class arrives at the chapel, your two lines filing into the quiet space. your professor seats you on the pews alternately, one girl, then one boy, then another girl, and so on. presumably, this is done to avoid any gossiping or roughhousing between the female and male students, respectively, but as you seat yourself beside sunghoon, you know that your professors will always forget that you and sunghoon have been inseparable since the day you stepped foot on campus.

"hi," sunghoon whispers, tilting his head down towards you.

"fuck off," you whisper back, but you're already smiling.

sunghoon smiles back, eyes glancing down momentarily. you follow his line of sight, rolling your eyes as you realize the buttons on your blouse are barely holding it together.

"you're such a creep," you mutter, shaking your head.

"you need new blouses," sunghoon says matter-of-factly. "and maybe a bra that isn't a push-up one."

you reach over to pinch sunghoon's thigh. he curses a little too loudly, other students' heads whipping around in your direction.

"is your love language physical harm?" sunghoon complains, rubbing at the spot where your fingernails dug themselves into his thigh.

"wouldn't you wanna know?" you reply sarcastically.

you observe the way his forearm flexes as he continues to absentmindedly soothe the skin underneath the fabric of his pants. your attention is then brought to the stretch in his gray uniform slacks, large thighs practically bursting from the hours sunghoon spends in the college workout room.

your mind had just started to wonder about the veins in sunghoon's hand when the commentator's mic screeches on.

the first half of the mass goes by uneventfully, with you going through the motions of it, standing and seating and responding whenever needed.

you plop down on your seat as the homily begins, most of your mind already tuned out from whatever lesson in conjunction with the gospel the priest is about to rattle on about.

your eyes wander around the chapel at this time, thoughts floating to whatever catches your attention. one minute, it's the gaudy gold trimmings of the altar decorations, the next, it's the sleepy gazes of the mass servers.

and the next minute still, it's the clenching of sunghoon's jaw. you gulp, unaware of just how hard you're staring.

you're not sure when it started, where the playful remarks between you two turned into borderline dirty jokes and the casual playfighting became excuses for you both to let your touches linger on each other for more than what was deemed appropriate for friends.

you're not one to assume, but none of your other guy friends had the audacity to comment so openly on your boobs.

sunghoon catches your eye and his expression shifts to a playful smirk.

he lays a hand on your bare knee, squeezing lightly. you remain nonchalant, ignoring the sneaky side eye you get from jungwon, the guy seated directly to your right who also happens to be the class president.

sunghoon leans ever so slightly toward you, whispering lowly, "are you bored? cause i'm bored."

"shut up, i don't feel like getting in trouble for talking during mass," comes your curt reply.

sunghoon hums in acknowledgment. "i can do the talking. you can just listen."

sunghoon is drawing patterns on your knee and part of your exposed thigh, fingertips swirling over your skin. goosebumps erupt all over your body and you know sunghoon can feel it.

"shut up," you say through gritted teeth, sunghoon's fingers stopping right as they've slipped beneath the hem of your skirt.

sunghoon straightens up, hand unmoving on your thigh.

there it remains for the rest of the homily.

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"i'm honestly so exhausted," sunghoon grumbles, the two of you walking amongst the throng of students pouring out the chapel doors.

sunghoon has an arm thrown lazily around your shoulders, his perfume coming off strong as he pulls you closer to him.

"i'm so tired of being woken up at ass o'clock in the morning for mass," sunghoon continues.

"same," you agree, trying to conceal the quiver in your voice when you feel sunghoon absentmindedly toying with the patch sewn onto your blouse, the embroidered school's logo conveniently placed right at the upward slope of your breast.

"we can go back to the dorms," you suggest, gently nudging sunghoon's hand off the vicinity of your chest. "take a nap until lunchtime."

sunghoon grins at you, winking. "my place or yours?"

"honestly, you need to stop with the innuendos," you complain, rolling your eyes. "it's getting a little weird."

sunghoon laughs, tightening his arm around you as he maneuvers you toward the direction of the dorm.

sunghoon leans in close to your ear.

"oh, please. i know you like it."

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normally, girls aren't allowed in the boys' dorm and vice versa, but the security sitting leisurely by his desk outside the squat two-story building of the boys' dorm doesn't care nearly as much as the one standing watch outside the girls' building.

you step into the small common area where there are a handful of students lounging about. they barely spare you and sunghoon a glance as the two of you make your way up the stairs.

you arrive at sunghoon's room at the very end of the hallway, with him opening the door and motioning for you to get in first.

already well-acquainted with your best friend's room, you head straight for sunghoon's bed, sprawling yourself over the comfy sheets.

"move," sunghoon says with a laugh, coaxing you closer to the wall where the bed is pushed up against. you comply, curling into yourself as you press your back against the cool concrete.

sunghoon settles beside you, stretching languidly, his polo riding up his body and revealing part of his toned stomach.

you pretend not to notice.

sunghoon turns to his side, facing you.

"you're incredibly pretty today," sunghoon says right out of the blue.

you giggle, despite the blush you feel creeping down your neck. "i know."

"ooh, confidence. i like that," sunghoon comments, reaching over to toy at the ends of your hair.

"you've been awfully touchy lately," you reply, a shiver running up your spine as sunghoon slowly undoes your ponytail.

"and they're observant, too," sunghoon points out, pulling your hair tie onto his wrist.

"another point for you," sunghoon adds, raising his eyebrows at you.

you bite down on your lip, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

"just tell me whatever it is you want to tell me," you urge.

sunghoon moves closer, your knees knocking against his. he slips a leg between yours, tangling your limbs together.

"i have no idea what you're on about," sunghoon says with a smile and a shrug.

you roll your eyes, giving sunghoon a look.

a few seconds pass by and neither of you has spoken a word. finally, sunghoon takes in a breath.

"as you already know, despite being enrolled in this obviously catholic institute, i was never one for religious worship," sunghoon begins, tracing a finger down from your shoulder to your wrist.

"but when you look the way you do today, sitting so clueless under the chapel lights and in front of the son of God himself, i might just start believing in the divine."

you're bewildered at what you just heard. you're so dumbstruck, you start to laugh.

"you're so full of shit," you say, shoving at sunghoon's shoulder.

sunghoon's expression turns into surprise for a moment before shifting to amusement.

"i thought girls liked romance," sunghoon points out. "i just said 'you're pretty' in the most poetic way i can."

you laugh even louder this time.

"didn't know you were one for poetry," you reply, reaching a hand out toward sunghoon's face. hesitantly, you start to run your fingers through his dark hair.

sunghoon makes a sound of satisfaction as you tug a little near the nape of his neck.

"when you listen to scripture enough times, it starts to sound a little like poetry," sunghoon explains, eyes blinking lazily as he takes in your appearance.

the two of you had moved closer to each other without even noticing.

"that's kind of naughty, don't you think?" you tease, running your nails against sunghoon's scalp. "using the word of God to practice picking up girls?"

sunghoon looks stunned for a second but his laughter soon follows.

"what if i meant to get a little naughty?" sunghoon says with a raise of his brow, pulling your hand away from his head before placing featherlight kisses on your knuckles.

your heart leaps in your chest and your whole body suddenly feels warm, despite the air conditioning in sunghoon's room on full blast. you swallow, trying to find the words to say.

before either of you can get another word out, the bell from the main building on campus tolls noon, signaling the start of lunch.

you bolt upright, palms sweaty as you scoot away from sunghoon.

"we should go eat," you say through unsteady breaths. "the cafeteria will be full, for sure."

sunghoon wordlessly nods, eyes following the curve of your body as he watches you straighten yourself in his mirror.

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you and sunghoon make your way across campus, at a much slower pace than one would expect from people who are supposedly in a hurry to get lunch.

you walk ahead of sunghoon, replaying in your mind the scene that played out in his room. you can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head but you continue along.

you enter the main building, nearing the chapel once more. you maintain your distance from sunghoon, determined to get to the cafeteria on the second floor. just as you were about to pass by the heavy wooden doors of the chapel towards the stairs, you feel a hand circle around your wrist, pulling you back.

you look up to see sunghoon walking backward toward the chapel, a mischievous glint in his eye. with his overwhelming strength, you can't help but move along with him.

"what are you doing?" you say, eyes wide as sunghoon momentarily turns away to open the chapel door. he slips into the room, pulling you along with him.

sunghoon closes the door behind you as carefully as he can, letting out a breath as he hears the mechanism click in place. he reaches over to lock it.

you're about to protest once more when you feel him press up against you, forcing you against the firm wood.

"i like you," sunghoon blurts out, resting a large hand against your hip.

you stare at him for a moment, expressionless.

"i know," you finally respond, smiling up at him.

sunghoon lets out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around your midsection, pulling you flush against him.

you feel him press his lips against yours and your hands automatically reach up to hold his face steady.

sunghoon kisses you deeper, leaving no space between you as he practically flattens you into the chapel doors. sunghoon's movements are frantic, rushing against the possibility that anyone can find the chapel suspiciously locked at this moment. it wasn't that hard either to request for the key.

you gasp as you feel sunghoon kiss his way down your neck, sucking at a spot just above your collar.

"i know you—fuck—don't really subscribe to the whole religion thing, but in here? are you sure?" you question, growing more breathless by the second.

sunghoon returns to your lips, his hand slipping under your skirt and giving your ass a harsh squeeze. you moan loudly into the kiss.

"you said it yourself. i don't subscribe to the whole religion thing," sunghoon points out as he pulls away, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your underwear.

"in here is perfect."

you have to stop yourself from whimpering at his words, your panties slipping off easily and gliding down your legs as they fall to your ankles. you lift a leg up to quickly grab the lace garment, shoving it deep into sunghoon's pocket.

"that's my girl," sunghoon praises, grinning down at you.

sunghoon pulls you towards the nearest pew, seating himself right in the middle. you climb onto his lap, letting your bare ass press down perfectly with his straining bulge.

"you're gonna stain my pants, baby," sunghoon points out, reaching under your skirt to prod at your core. you gasp when you feel him graze your clit.

"i mean, you're already soaked," sunghoon adds, running his fingers up and down between your pussy lips, gathering more of your arousal.

"hurry up, then," you challenge, glancing briefly at the door.

"so mouthy as always," sunghoon says, grabbing at your chin. you moan, surprisingly pleased at his sudden display of control. his eyes flit toward something behind you.

"and in front of Jesus, no less," sunghoon reminds with a laugh, tightening his grip on your jaw.

you try to get your next words out as best as you can through sunghoon's hold on your face.

"you're the one who brought me here."

sunghoon's eyes darken. he lets go of you, both of his hands grabbing harshly at your boobs instead. he's nowhere near gentle, nails digging through your blouse.

you cry out in surprise, a jolt of pleasure running through you. your hips start to grind against sunghoon but you stop short when you feel him land a slap against your cheek.

"weren't you taught to be quiet in the house of the Lord?" sunghoon asks, brows furrowed as he looks at your bewildered expression.

the skin of your cheek seems to be screaming, red hot with the blood rushing to it.

"i-i'm sorry," you mumble, cradling the side of your face.

sunghoon's expression softens. he leans in, pulling your hand away to kiss the warm flesh of where he had just smacked you.

"good girl," sunghoon says. you shiver as you feel his breath tickle your face.

sunghoon pulls away, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"you okay?" sunghoon asks, his eyes running over your features in concern, and suddenly, he's back to being your playful, pain-in-the-ass best friend.

"i'm fine," you assure him. "but, i swear if we don't hurry up..."

you trail off, grinding your hips down again. you see sunghoon visibly tense, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth.

"go on then," sunghoon says, expression stony once again. "take it out."

he motions to the tent in his pants and you hurriedly oblige, pulling his zipper down. you reach beneath his underwear, tugging it down enough to let his cock free.

your mouth involuntarily waters at the sight, sunghoon's tip an angry red as it oozes precum. the rest is pale, even paler than all of his body, with veins all over.

"i thought you were in a hurry?" sunghoon's voice cuts through your thoughts. "don't keep me waiting, angel."

you move closer, angling his cock right at your aching entrance. sunghoon holds onto your waist as you guide him through your hole.

both of you sigh when you feel him enter you. you lower yourself until all of him is inside you, so impossibly deep you can practically feel it in your belly.

"come on, baby," sunghoon encourages, lifting you off his cock and bringing you back down. you clamp a hand over your mouth, the stretch and feel of him inside you overwhelming your entire body.

you start to move on your own, moving your hips up and down. your knees strain against the wooden seat but you anchor yourself against sunghoon, trying to find the perfect pace.

"that's it," sunghoon says lowly, watching as you ride him, your skirt hiking up higher and higher on your body, leaving you looking totally debauched with your uniform in disarray.

"fuck, _______. just like that, angel."

sunghoon throws his head back, exposing his smooth neck to you. you quicken your movements, whining when you feel the pleasure double. you lean forward, suckling near sunghoon's adam's apple.

"oh God," sunghoon groans, threading his fingers through your hair. he pulls you away from his neck abruptly, looking over your head and right at the altar.

"you see this, God? all that talk about finding your kingdom, but it's right here in—shit—in their warm, sopping wet pussy."

you whine at his words, cheeks burning at how absolutely filthy they are, but the thrill of doing this, of saying all this, right in the very heart of this whole school's foundation, sends you reeling and wanting more.

"up," sunghoon commands, pushing you off him.

confused, you do as he says, standing shakily. you let out a yelp when you feel him turn you around, pressing you against the pew in front of you. you brace yourself against the backrest as sunghoon slips back inside you easily, leaning down so his chest is right against your back.

your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel sunghoon set up a relentless pace, taking you from behind as you both gaze upon the religious relics in front of you.

"so dirty," sunghoon comments. the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off the walls of the chapel.

"such a slut for letting me fuck them in a chapel."

you cry out, collapsing against the pew as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. sunghoon grunts when he feels you clench around him, tightening his hold on your hips, fucking into you even rougher than he already was.

"gonna cum, baby?" sunghoon asks. "say a little prayer when you do, 'kay angel?"

"oh my God," you whimper as you reach down to rub your clit, urging yourself closer and closer to your release.

you hear sunghoon laugh breathlessly behind you but you barely take note of it because the floodgates in your abdomen open and the rush of your orgasm quickly takes over you.

a string of curses, sunghoon's name, and some variations of 'oh my God' spill out of your mouth. you deem this close enough to prayer as you can get.

sunghoon groans in your ear as you clamp down tightly around his cock. he gives a couple more thrusts before he shudders, spilling himself inside you.

you lay limp under sunghoon, catching your breath as your bleary eyes stop to observe the crucified Jesus in front of you. you shiver as you realize what you've just done.

"hoon," you let out weakly. "hoon, we need to get out of here."

sunghoon pulls out of you, quick to shove two fingers in you to keep his cum from leaking out. you gasp at the feeling, shooting sunghoon a death glare.

sunghoon laughs, leaning in to kiss you.

"oh my sweet, sweet angel," sunghoon singsongs, kissing you all over your face.

"you're nasty," you say with a scowl, pushing sunghoon away. he takes his fingers out, reaching into his pocket to hand you your underwear back.

"here, wouldn't want the whole school to know i just filled you with my cum," sunghoon offers with a wink.

you grimace, landing a soft punch to sunghoon's stomach.

"so nasty."

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon smut #sunghoon scenarios #w: sunghoon

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possessmedude · 8 months

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Possessing Jake

Jake was a tan, hot, and muscular 25 year old jock. He was the definition of sexy and manliness, and he knew it. Jake had chiseled 6 pack abs, huge pecs, and bulging biceps. While at the gym, Jake finished his rigorous workout and walked to the locker room confidently, proud of his day’s lift.

As Jake stripped off his drenched clothes, he lifted his sweaty skin tight shirt to his nose and took a deep whiff. “Ahh the smell of a real man” he smirked. He continued to undress at his locker.

Little did he know, a symbiote in the form of goo was watching him intently from the shadows. The goo was in need of a body and was looking for an alpha male worthy of being its host.

The goo crept closer, its amorphous form shifting and pulsating. The goo knew it would be better to have a willing host so it can make its new host it’s permanent vessel, so it had to convince him. Once it was behind Jake, the goo started growing and forming into the shape of a towering, muscular, and chiseled man. The goo remained made up completely of goo. The goo had a broad frame and bulging muscles that were even bigger than Jake’s. Between his legs, the goo sported a 10” cock and big balls.

Jake finished removing his jock strap and turned around with eyes widened with excitement. He felt a mixture of feelings including confusion and excitement seeing the goo man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Jake asked. “I am looking for a host to contain my form, being a vessel for all my strength and power.” the Goo said, while puffing his chest and flexing his huge arms. Jake was eyeing up the goo’s impressive form, feeling small compared to him. He felt a sense of jealousy and admiration for the goo.

“Damn dude you’re huge. So you are looking to give a guy all your big muscles and strength?” he asked. “Yes, the host I bond with will get all of my body and more.” the goo told him. Jake looked at the goo man’s huge cock. Jake already had a big dick, but he was impressed by the girth and length of the goo’s.

The idea of possessing even more impressive muscles and having that cock added to his own thrilled Jake. The goo noticed Jake’s curiosity and stepped forward so he was right in front of him with the tips of their cocks touching. Jake reached out his hand and started touching the goo’s biceps, feeling the tone and definition. Jake pressed his body more against the goo’s and they both flexed together, rubbing their bodies and feeling each other’s. Jake ran his hands over the goo man's solid, glistening muscles, feeling the strength that radiated from them. Jake was getting hard at the idea and decided he wanted all the goo’s mass inside him and added to his body. He couldn’t stand the thought of the goo offering itself to another guy, he wanted it. It was as if the goo man's presence was igniting something primal in him, awakening desires he didn't even know he had.

“Give me your muscles," Jake whispered, a sense of power coursing through him. “You agree to let me bond with you?” the goo smiled. Jake took a step back and opened his arms wide and confidently declared “Take my body, it’s all yours”. The goo smirked and said “MY body”. The biggest smile formed on Jake’s face as he was bursting with anticipation for the goo’s mass to enter him. “Open wide” the goo commanded of his new vessel.

Jake opened his mouth and the goo started flowing into his body, filling out every part of him. He gasped as he sensed his muscles expanding, his body growing more powerful by the second. His legs instantly grew to thick proportions, Jake groaned as he felt the goo’s cock start sliding into his own, making it rock hard and a new huge 12”. The goo’s abs pushed against his own, turning them into a rock hard 8 pack. Next Jake’s pecs ballooned up to the biggest pecs he has ever seen. Jake looked at the mirror and saw the goo entering his body. He noticed how defined and muscular his body is growing to with the goo entering him. He couldn’t wait any longer and started gulping the goo down to help it enter its new host. His arms tripled in size as he felt the goo’s biceps sliding into his own, as if his body was being put on like a glove by an even more alpha male than himself. It made him so excited to be the vessel for such an alpha, manly mass.

The symbiote bonded with his muscular fibers, enhancing his already impressive physique. It was as if the goo was fulfilling Jake's deepest desires for strength and dominance, but also to be dominated. The goo finished entering Jake’s body and he was pushed back into his locker, with his back hitting it. He stretched his arms up and wide, feeling incredibly filled. He was captivated by the sensation of power under his fingertips, an anticipation building within him. Jake flexed his newfound muscles, admiring the raw power at his disposal. He raised his arm to his nose and took a deep whiff of his hairy armpit, relishing the stronger musky scent that emanated from his body. “Ahhh fuck yeah, I’m the ultimate alpha”. A cocky grin crossed his face as he reveled in his new, muscular form.

The goo was still adjusting in his body and was now starting to move up his neck. Jake felt pressure in his neck moving upward and he started thinking about the goo taking full control of his body. He felt a mixture of awe and submission, a thrilling surrender to the symbiote's power. “Come on man, give me all of it! Make us the strongest man there is.” Jake shouted. Jake knew he was going to lose control of his body, but he was so excited for it. Any hesitation was gone, as he wanted to be dominated and watch his sexy, muscular body be controlled by the only man more of an alpha than him.

Jake's consciousness began to blur. He could feel himself slipping into the back seat of his own mind, while the goo man took over the driver's seat. A sense of euphoria washed over him as he realized that the goo had chosen his body over all the others in the gym. He reveled in the thought that the goo recognized his unparalleled masculinity.

Jake’s head stretched upward and then lowered back to normal, with a big sexy grin forming on his face. The goo was now fully in control of Jake’s body, with Jake being aware but only able to watch and feel his body, which felt incredible. As the goo man flexed Jake's newfound muscles, an overwhelming feeling of pride surged within Jake. The goo admired his reflection in the gym mirrors, his cocky grin a testament to the combination of both Jake and the goo’s cocky personnas. Jake relished the feeling of the goo coursing through his veins, controlling every movement, every breath.

With newfound confidence, the goo man spoke through Jake's lips, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What a rush! Fuck, I am a stud inside you, Jake. Thanks for the body, bro.” he declared, his words laced with a blend of cockiness and satisfaction. Jake’s body had willingly welcomed and accepted the goo, allowing every part of their combined bodies to bond. The goo, mimicking Jake’s whiff of his manly armpit earlier, raised his new arm up and deeply inhaled his other hairy pit. It now had an even stronger and muskier smell. “It’s cause I’m the alpha now, with two of us inside together.” the goo said. The goo continued to inspect his new rock hard physical body, touching and caressing every crevice like him and Jake were doing before. He felt his huge cock and shuttered at the ecstasy, massaging it.

After admiring his reflection, the goo man's attention turned toward the showers. He strode confidently toward the tiled room, his enhanced body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The powerful water jets cascaded over him, washing away the grime of the workout. Jake's body moved with a fluid grace, every movement a testament to the symbiote's control.

In the showers, the goo man ran his hands over his new body, relishing in the sensation of every contour, every ripple of muscle. His touch was exploratory, appreciative of the masterpiece he now possessed. As steam billowed around him, the goo man reveled in the musky scent of manliness that enveloped the space.

Jake's mind lingered in the background, an observer to the sensations and experiences that the goo man was indulging in. He had become a vessel for the goo's dominance, his former self now intertwined with the confidence and swagger of the goo man's persona.

Thanks for reading! This was my first ever story I wrote, I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think!

#male tf #gay tf #male transformation #possession #gaymalepossession #goopossession #slimepossession #symbiote #symbiotepossession #male body possession #malepossession #malebodypossession #tf

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webslingingslasher · 5 months

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I just did an ab workout and it fucking sucked ass

But as a result… may I raise you, workout out with Peter

It’s a need!

*cleaning out my inbox*

peter’s strength…. so yummy 🤤

you knew exactly what you were doing, but peter didn’t. ‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty.’

he’s insulted to say the least. ‘i’m sorry, trouble. you said what?’ because there’s no way you just told him that.

‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty. you’re strong, but not that strong.’ peter scoffs, ‘i don’t think you realize how light two fifty is.’

you quirk an eyebrow, ‘oh really? i’d take you up on that bet.’ it’ll be the easiest bet of his entire life. ‘deal. i’ll take you to the gym with me next time, then you can see for yourself.’

that’s how you ended up watching peter grunt under the weighted bar, he’s got three twenty and he’s going so smooth he doesn’t need a spot, but you’re still there just in case. it’s not like you’d be any real help if shit went south.

‘is this your max?’ your words make peter laugh, like your question was adorable. ‘not even close.’ okay, maybe you thought he was stronger than what you originally teased. but him barely sweating at over three hundred pounds has you truly questioning his strength.

‘do you even have a max?’ there’s no way he could bench much more, he doesn’t have the muscle mass to back it up. not that he’s lean, but he’s no body builder either.

‘haven’t found one, no.’ the bar slams down, it bends under the force on each side. ‘there’s no way. i may have been exaggerating at first but you’re not mr. strongman.’

peter’s eyebrow raises like you just challenged him, you didn’t, but he took it as one. ‘wanna bet? give me a number.’

‘four fifty.’ an egregious amount but peter just nods and starts collecting more plates. the second his hands wrap around the bar you stop him, you didn’t want him over performing for your sake. if he hurt himself trying to impress you, you’d never forgive yourself for pushing him to that place.

‘you don’t have to. i believe you.’

peter fingers grip the steel, ‘it’s okay, i can do it.’ you slap his hands away, ‘no, really. don’t do it.’ you don’t care what expression he’s looking up at you with, you refuse to allow him.

‘you’re the one that gave me the number, trouble.’

‘because you were supposed to say no! don’t hurt yourself over this, i’m already impressed.’

peter clicks his tongue, disappointed you’d think of him so shallow. ‘i want to make you impressed at every chance, but i’m not gonna be stupid about it. if i couldn’t do it, id tell you.’

it’s not good enough, it’s a clear expression. peter immediately eats his words, he’s about to show off because you don’t believe him. the second the bar raises off the handle your teeth clench, you peer around the room and familiarize yourself with a very muscled man in the corner of the room. just in case.

no need, peter’s doing it with ease. he’s breathing hard, strained grunts pull from the back of his throat. he can bench it, but it’s not as easy as three hundred.

after four presses you can’t handle it, ‘okay, okay, okay! please stop.’ your hand hovers underneath the bar when it slams into the handle.

peter teases you when he rises from the padding. ‘you could never be the girlfriend of an athlete. what would you do if i broke my leg while drag racing?’

‘kill myself, i dunno.’

peter’s sweating across his hairline, his skin tacky under your touch. he shakes it off, ‘i’m hot.’ you wink, ‘yeah, you are.’

‘next time, just tell me you wanna see me workout. you don’t have to make up numbers, trouble.’

you play offended, ‘i did no such thing.’

‘you didn’t touch a single machine here.’

‘i was emotional support.’

‘i was eye candy, that’s it.’

your arms wrap around his waist, his back damp under your palm. ‘and you are so, so, so yummy. can i take you home and eat you?’

a glare from peter, ‘isn’t that my job?’

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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Hello how do you do! Since we see a lot of works with sunshine and sweet readers, I'd like maybe if possible to request simon with a spiteful reader..... Like the reader has a resting angry face, isn't the most cheerful either..... Just pissed at life basically lmao (am I projecting?? Perhaps) anyways I hope you have great day!!!!

hi hun! totally down for a grumpy reader, personally i have a terrible case of resting mean face so, can relate. hope this little one shot fits what you were thinking, might make a part two.

warnings: angst, death, violence, a lil smooch, gn pronouns, Ghost is bad with his words

part two

“count two top deck” Ghost calls through the comms, alerting you and Soap.

“copy LT, breaching now” Soap pushes his way through the large doors, you covering behind him. The two of you are suddenly overtaken by mass amounts of gunfire.

“steamin' jesus LT I think your math was off” Soap yells as the two of you duck for cover behind a wall.

You feel the anger boil in your lower stomach, twice now your lieutenant has miscounted enemies leading to you standing directly in the line of fire, you couldn’t figure out what was distracting him but it made you angrier, you relied on him to get you eyes inside the room and he failed.

Smoke encases the room in a thick haze as you toss a grenade toward the men shooting at you, sneaking around the room to take out 4 men with your weapon, utilizing the knife attached to your belt for the last, his blood cascading from his neck down your hands and arms.

The smoke clears and Soap stands with wide eyes staring at you as you stand trying to catch your breath.

“Rooms clear, move out” you huff over the comms.

Stepping outside the abandoned building you lock eyes with Ghost, quickly closing the gap between you two.

“What the FUCK was that” You yell, hands coming to push at his chest as he takes a small step back from your force. You continue invading his space, forcing his large form backwards.

“That’s twice, TWICE now you’ve fucked up and almost gotten me killed” you release a deep breath, “get your head on right before you get someone killed or I swear to god I will end you myself” emphasizing your point with a final shove, your heartbeat ringing in your ears as you flex your fingers trying to calm yourself.

Soap and Ghost share a glance of awe, you were often seen intimidating lower ranks but they’d never seen you have an outburst like that. The ride back to base was practically silent, no one daring to breathe too hard beside you, scared to become the next victim of your wrath.

Entering the base you make your way to the gym, shucking your vest and gear in favour of a t-shirt and shorts, choosing to channel your anger onto the nearest punching bag. You punch until your knuckles became red and swollen, a cut on the back of your hand from a previous mission opening during your assault. fuck

You step away to find a bandage, wrapping it around your hand using your teeth to tighten it. You make your way back over to the bag as you hear the heavy doors to the gym open, sparing a sharp glance at the large figure that emerged. You scoff in his direction, offended that he’d even think to be around you at that moment.

He settles himself at a safe distance as you continue your workout, his eyes roaming over your form.

“Keep staring and i’ll break your nose” You keep your focus on your hits.

“your form is off”

“it’s not”

“it is. put your weight on your front leg, you’re small, shift your weight to your advantage. you’ll never knock someone out punching with just your arms”

You stop moving, fists balled at your sides.

“wanna test that theory?”

He smirks under his mask and it just makes you angrier, he thinks you can’t take him.

You advance toward him, balling your fist before releasing it towards his head, he dodges and grabs your wrist twisting your body to pin your back to his chest.

“I told you, use your weight”

You breathe deep, bending your knee to flick back and lock behind his ankle, using your back to throw him off, tripping him as he tumbled to the mat. You scramble up his body resting your bent knee on his throat.

“that better?”

Your victory is cut short as Ghost brings his legs up to grip around your arm, throwing your body down and twisting to pin you to the mat.

“Tap out” he spits but you’re blinded by your anger, you refuse to let him win. Your body writhes under his strong grip.

“Tap out or I’ll break your arm” he threatens

You lock eyes, narrowing yours as your free palm comes into contact with the soft mat below you. He gets up releasing you as you stand, shaking your arm to try and ease the pain from his grip.

“next time -“

his words are cut short as you launch yourself at him, jumping onto him as you lock your arms around his neck. He uses his weight to try and flip you off but you keep your grip firm pulling him down with you, replacing your arms with your legs as you keep him in a triangle choke. You keep your body pressed to the mat as he plants his feet in an attempt to throw you off him.

“tap out,” you say, repeating his own words.

and he does, his large hand colliding with the floor as you release him. You stand, sweat glistening your body, hair a mess.

“work on your technique, you’re predictable”

“still took you down”

“only cause I let you”

“bullshit” you spit

he raises his eyebrow under his mask, but you can read his face.

“you’re afraid to admit that someone beat the big bad Ghost, well fuck you,” you say through heavy breaths, “we rank the same, you can’t intimidate me like I’m some new recruit”

“you’re really so worked up over the mission"

“yes! Your mistake almost cost Soap and I, what is wrong with you that you forget to count 3 people in a room”

“I was distracted”

“right, good excuse”

“I was distracted by you” he huffs

your breath catches in your throat, his eyes scanning over your form.

“I can handle my own, worry about the enemy” you say as you grab your bag and leave the room, rushing your way back to your room.

You spend a few hours in your room, showering and doing paperwork. As 7pm rolled around you figured you should eat something, so you make your way to the mess. Inching closer to the door you hear some recruits talking,

“I swear man they took down the Ghost, never seen him get beaten before”

You smirk to yourself, hiding behind the frame of the door.

“Yea but they’re a bitch, honest they doesn’t talk to anyone, always looks pissed off at something”

Your smirk fades quickly, your face returning to its usual stoic state as you breeze into the room, staring daggers at the men who had suddenly lost complete interest in their conversation, instead picking at the food on their plate.

Grabbing your food you sit at a far table away from the rest of the groups, managing to stomach most of the food you had been given. Your gaze shifts as Ghost walks into the room, sparing you a glance and stopping, almost like he wanted to say something. You avert your eyes and quickly stand from your spot, crossing the room the leave as he watches you go.

You settle yourself back into your room, trying to find something to occupy your mind when you hear a knock at your door, moving back to open it before your eyes land on that stupid mask.

“What do you need lieutenant”

“Can I come in”

“No”

He breezes past you into the room as you roll your eyes, closing the door and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry”

“Fine”

“Can you just listen for once” he raises his voice.

You uncross your arms, eyebrows raising urging him to continue.

“I’m sorry”

“You said”

He warns you silently with a stare.

“I fucked up, I should’ve checked twice”

“I just don’t understand how you missed so many”

“I told you I was distracted”

You scoff

“I get distracted every time I’m in the field with you, I get worried about you”

You laugh at his remark, “We aren’t friends Ghost, you - you vex me”

“Simon”

you let out a small huh

“If you’re gonna yell at me at least use my name”

You throw up your arms in defeat, “What do you want me to say, Simon, I forgive you? Fine you’re forgiven”

“No, I just want you to understand”

“Understand what!”

His words don’t come, instead, he closes the space between you, lifting his mask over his mouth, grabbing your face between his hands and bringing his lips to yours. You widen your eyes confused at the abrupt action before falling into it, hands reaching up to tug at the nape of his neck. The kiss is almost violent, all tongue and teeth as the two of you pull back, catching a breath. You release him stepping back trying to gather your thoughts.

“That, understand that,” he says before moving behind you to leave. The swift movement stunning you, everything happened so quickly, did you like that? You’d never thought about Ghost Simon that way, every previous thought about him clouded in feelings of rage, but this felt different, you press your fingers to your lips trying to relieve the ache that came with the loss of contact.

Simon spent the night in his room tossing and turning in bed, why did he do that? God it probably only made you hate him more. He didn’t know, he couldn’t read you like he could other people, your gaze always cold and unforgiving, he understood the anger, he had plenty of experience with that emotion but this, this feeling he had towards you was different, he didn’t know what it was but he knew that he always wanted to be near you, even if it pissed you off.

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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11:48

Martin was frustrated. It was a late Thursday morning and since some of his classes had been cancelled, he had used the opportunity to throw in an extra training at the gym.

He was really trying to bulk up some muscles and get into bodybuilding, but it was no use. His 21 year old body was thin and athletic, but didn't show any signs of bulking up. He had tried everything, like different training programs, dieting, protein shakes, even some shady hypno files he found on the net, but his muscle mass just wouldn't increase.

He sighed and was about to get dressed, when he noticed discarded piece of clothing under the locker room bench. It was a pair of gym shorts, soaked with sweat, obviously left behind by someone who had worked out before him. Curious, he took them in hand and looked at them more closely. The shorts were light gray and made of cotton-like material, but they seemed very wide, probably belonging to a very fat or very muscular man. They were smelling strongly of man sweat, which made Martin's head swim. He could only think of one thing...

He slowly pulled down his pants and underwear and then started to pull the shorts over his legs. As soon as the first leg was inside, he felt the wet fabric cling to his skin. Part of him felt disgusted by it, but another part was somehow turned on by the experience. He pulled the shorts up further, until his dick touched the wet material of the shorts. They were way too big, just hanging barely from his hips, perhaps only because they were damp and stuck to his skin. The smell was intense and mixed with his own body odor from his workout - although Martin didn't really tend to smell much.

However, it was just turning him on to wear another man's gym shorts, and so, he fished out his stiff cock through one of the leg holes of the shorts and started jerking. Intoxicated by the smell, he pumped like a mad man, his hand slick from pre and the wetness of the pair of shorts. It didn't take long until he erupted in a wide arc over the locker room bench.

Post-Nut-Clarity set in, and Martin finally felt a bit disgusted about him wearing the foreign piece of clothing. He wanted to get out of it quickly and take another shower, just to be sure.

However, as he tried to pull down the shorts, he found himself unable to. It felt stuck, like it was glued to his body. He tried again, this time with more force, but it didn't move. He pushed harder and faster, but the shorts remained firmly attached to his body. After several attempts, he gave up. Perhaps if it had dried up, it would be easier to remove.

So, Martin left the gym, still wearing the foreign shorts and quickly made his way back to his dorm and tried to calm down there. However, even after two more hours, as the shorts had dried down somewhat, he just couldn't remove them. The intense smell had infiltrated his dorm room by now, and, not thinking too clearly, Martin didn't mind the situation all that much. The shorts were comfortable enough and there was no reason to take them off just yet, right? They would come off eventually!

Thinking about it, perhaps he should just go back to the gym. He felt energetic and had nothing more to do for the day, so a quick second session certainly wouldn't hurt.

The training was nice. Martin got into a routine quickly and forgot about time. Only as it was getting dark outside, he realized he should be heading home.

However, there was still the problem with the unremovable shorts. He could take a shower with them on, but then, he would have some soaking wet gym shorts on him that he couldn't get dry very well. The other option was skipping the shower and staying sweaty.

Martin didn't like any of these options very much, but he opted for the latter one. Skipping one shower would probably not hurt too much, and tomorrow he would be able to remove the shorts, he was sure of it.

When Martin woke up the next morning, he was almost late for classes. His bed, no his whole dorm room smelled like him, but he had hardly time to do anything about that. He tugged on his shorts, but they still wouldn't move. So, Martin took his morning piss by pulling his cock through one of the leg holes. It worked, but it was hardly a permanent solution. Still, it was something he could care about this afternoon, now he had to go to class.

In his third course for the day, in the late morning, Martin suddenly felt a churn in his stomach, which rose through his throat quickly. Before Martin could do anything about it, he let loose a loud burp, right in the middle of the lecture hall. Everyone stared at him, even the professor made a short pause before droning on. God, how embarrassing! However, Martin couldn't focus on that, since all of a sudden, his body started growing. His legs and arms suddenly felt much more powerful, as muscles grew in all over them. The t-shirt he was wearing suddenly felt rather constricting and Martin could feel that his biceps were bulging under the sleeves. He looked down and saw that his shorts were way better fitting now as well, with a visible cock print in them. Apparently, his dick had grown as well. However, the worst part were his shoes. The confines of his shoes quickly grew extremely painful, and it felt like his feet were about to burst out of them at any second.

Martin quickly excused himself and ran outside, where he went ahead to peel his shoes and socks off of him. Such a relief. Now his feet could breathe freely again.

He noticed that there were several people staring at him, but he ignored them and walked away quickly towards the gym. Perhaps he'd find some answers there.

However, when he arrived, he changed into a tank top without thinking about it. He was then drawn directly to the weights, starting a workout routine almost automatically. He could see himself in the mirror. He did look impressive! Finally, he could see some progress.

Martin blinked. Was it evening already? He was sweating like crazy, and his muscles felt like they were full of pump. He briefly considered working out some more, but no, something wasn't right here. He returned to his dorm room, not even thinking about taking a shower. He needed to get back on track! This evening, he would repeat the material he missed at his courses today, and tomorrow he would buy new clothes, as his old ones didn't fit him very well now. Luckily, his classes started at noon tomorrow, which gave him plenty of time to go shopping.

The plan sounded good in theory, but it was way harder in practice. Martin tried to concentrate on his studies, but he was distracted easily. Drops of sweat from his brow dropped to his books and wiping away at his forehead only helped momentarily. He needed to remember to drink a lot, if he was still that sweaty after his workout.

To make matters worse, he was constantly aroused. His larger cock leaked precum into his gym shorts constantly, and Martin found himself struggling with the concepts he had to learn. At some point he sighed. It was no use, he needed to let off some steam. He had stroked his cock through his short subconsciously for a while now. Perhaps after release, he would be capable of concentrating better. He fished out his cock through the leg and started thrusting into his hand again. The smell of his arousal mixed with the already strong aroma in his room and brought him over the edge quickly, coming all over his books.

Martin looked at the mess and shrugged mentally. Well, he might as well hit the bed and clean that up tomorrow. No use in trying to study any more today.

The next morning came, but Martin did not think about cleaning up any mess. His bed was slightly damp from his sweat that had continued to transpire out of him during the night.

Still, Martin felt good about himself. His new body was impressive, albeit a bit sweaty. If he had some new clothes, he would look really hot with it!

He briefly considered going to the gym for a quick morning session but decided that had time until the afternoon.

Martin spent the morning shopping for clothes, and he had almost gotten everything, when the clock showed 11:48, the exact same time he put on the pair of shorts for the first time the day before yesterday. Suddenly, Martin let out a really loud burp, even worse than the one yesterday. He had thought that this had been a one-time thing, but again, his body was expanding in all directions. He could see his pecs strain the tank top he was wearing until he heard a ripping sound, as the sheer mass from his body had started ripping the seams. He quickly got out of his large new sneakers that he just bought before his feet started growing again, saving him from a new painful experience.

The new size of his feet was almost comical. Martin was sure he wouldn't find any shoes for them so easily. Looking down on him, he sighed. He looked really good, but most of the stuff he just bought wouldn't fit him anymore. For some reason, this didn't bother Martin much, however. He thought for a moment, before coming to the most obvious conclusion. He should go to the gym.

Exiting the store, he noticed the store clerk opening a window after he was out of the door, but Martin couldn't draw a connection. Finally, he arrived at the gym. He needed to work out shirtless and with bare feet, emitting his more-than-strong stink through the whole gym. He just couldn't stop sweating. Liquid ran over his body, as he was running on the treadmill, soaking the equipment he was using. He also used the weight machines, pumping iron like crazy, and soon enough, his muscles were bulging everywhere.

When he finally stopped, it was late in the night. It was not that he was tired, but he was too hungry to go on. So, Martin decided to visit a fast food restaurant to get something to eat. After ordering a dozen hamburgers, Martin started to stuff himself full. He needed the energy, that much was sure. However, as he was halfway through his meal, a waiter stepped up to him and asked him if it were too much trouble to finish his meal outside. There were other guests, as he put it, that were complaining about his strong odor.

At first, Martin was offended, but then again, as he thought about it, he was kind of proud. It was like his smell was a statement! So, he finished the second six hamburgers on his way home. His bed groaned under his weight, as he drifted to sleep happily.

Martin began the next day by going to the gym, after jerking off into his shorts. Nobody would notice the added bit of moisture anyway, as his shorts were constantly damp with sweat. He started working out early and got into a nice rhythm, until, finally, the clock hit 11:48.

A massive belch roared through the gym, as Martin got even bigger. It was getting ridiculous now. He probably would have to turn sideways to go through doors now, and scratching his back was impossible. His gym shorts were the only piece of clothing fitting him now, and there was little hope of finding shoes or other clothes that could cover his body anymore. Not that he wanted to, anyway. A dumb grin covered his square face. He just loved working on his body and showing it off to anyone strong-willed enough to brave his stench. Even though his size was the very definition of impracticality now, Martin couldn't wait for 11:48 tomorrow.

#male transformation #muscle tf #bodybuilder #sweat #man stink #dumbing down

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engeorged · 3 months

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The Influencer II: Will

For part one: The Influencer : Milo

Words by @engeorged

Artwork by @badoobers

The previous 6 months had totally changed Milo’s life and his body. After his Mukbang video went viral, and following on from the success of his first TikTok live, his followers began to rack up. Soon he had successfully established accounts on TikTok, instagram and Twitter where he would upload daily content, doing lives twice a week on different social platforms. It wasn’t quite as glamorous as he thought it would be. There was a lot of research he needed to do, to learn eating tricks about how and when to eat. Methods to stretch his already considerable stomach capacity. He would force himself to drink gallons of isotonic drinks as quick as he could to get his belly to hold more and more. At first he could just about manage a gallon in less than half an hour. In no time at all he was able to do two gallons in less than fifteen minutes. The flat stomach rapidly becoming curved and bloated as he chugged. He’d never really had a gag reflex either which helped in more ways that one. He was taking to the rhythm quickly.

Pushing through the pain barrier if bloating with liquids was one thing, but the eating challenges were even less glamorous afterwards. At least with the liquids he would only have to go to the toilet every ten minutes for a few hours. But with the stuffing sessions, it was a lot more for his system to take and the side effects where pretty extreme. Firstly, digesting vast quantities of food made him very sleepy which meant he would often crash straight after, bloated and sticky. For another thing, eating a lot made him very very gassy. The added issue was the weight gain. He’d always been toned and buff and the sheer volume of calories he was consuming were making his weight skyrocket. He’d managed to gain 20lbs in just the first month, all of which stuck to his expanding middle as a firm curve to his toned stomach. By the third month it had slowed a little bit he was still up another 20lbs in total making him 255lbs. His height and muscle mass meant his body could easily take it but he was looking a lot thicker that normal. This wasn’t entirely a bad thing, as it actually seemed to go down pretty well with a number of his new fans, but Milo wasn’t so sure. So he started hitting the gym on a more regular basis to work on the muscle groups that wouldn’t interfere with his stomachs ability to expand. This felt like a happy medium.

The main perk was that now he’d worked how to monetise these social media ventures, he was finally able to quit the delivery job and the dog walking. He decided to keep the house sitting gig though, as the setting was part of his media presence and the non stop supply free food was also massively helpful.

After the first few months of being a social media influencer he was starting to be recognised in the street. Not many people but he was definitely starting to be somebody. His main accounts were all centered around Mukbang and eating challenges, This wasn’t his only online presence though as he also set up a few side accounts. One all around his workout regime where he would flaunt his muscles. There was also a very niche OnlyFans, where the crazy amount of gas he was getting was paying off. People would pay to watch him belch and fart whilst watching sports matches on the sofa in his boxer briefs. There was even a side hustle selling his underwear that featured in the videos. Who knew guys would pay for boxers he’d farted in?

Whilst he hadn’t quite shifted the extra few pounds, he’d managed to at least get more bulked elsewhere. His arms, pecs and thighs were the biggest they had ever been and whilst his stomach was no longer a flat six pack, he had managed to get the definition back on the curve of his belly.

Then one evening, Milo was just finishing off a live, having done a popular gravy chug challenge that was doing the rounds on socials. Most people were doing a few litres or even a gallon of gravy, but Milo knew he could do better than that. He had set himself up in the massive downstairs shower and had used a bier stick to push the gravy down his throat. At the end he proudly declared he had done a gallon and a half, having done eight sticks full. Everyone watching, gleefully pointed out that as the stick was a 40 oz stick, he had actually done 2 gallons! Laughing and belching he admitted defeat, maths had never been his strong point after all.

Turning the live off, he was now seriously regretting chugging fucking gravy! He didn’t even really like gravy and the belches coming up were heinous. He quickly turned on the shower to wash off the gravy that had spilt on himself. Rubbing his distended stomach as he cleaned himself had become a part of his routine he loved the most. Whilst he loved getting the attention from doing the streams, it was surprisingly nice to take a moment for himself. As his large hands glided over the firm curve of his bloated belly, he felt the ridges of his protruding muscle definition. Washing the underside of the curve and feeling his Adonis belt framing the bulge of liquid inside himself. Gently pushing on the taut surface and feeling the pressure of his full abdomen. Not for the first time, he began to feel his dick harden as he took time exploring his swollen middle. Closing his eyes he allowed his mind to drift as he began to pleasure himself, rubbing his firm gut with one hand and stroking his thick shaft with the other. Just as he was ready to climax, his phone rang, making him jump out of his skin. Scrabbling around fora towel he began to as he involuntarily jizz all over the walls of the shower.

Turning the water off, he quickly dried his hands and answered the phone. Trying to suppress the waves of pleasure he was experiencing he tried to give a happy ‘Hello!’ On the other end of the phone was Will, his old school friend asking if he was still interested in taking that job he’d offered him a few months back. He didn’t want to admit to Will but he’d totally forgotten about the job. He gently declined the job offer but asked Will how he was doing, he’d heard on the grapevine that Will had recently divorced so he asked how he was after that. Milo was just about to invite him out for a beer when Will reminded him that the school reunion was coming up that weekend and asked if he was going. Milo had stopped going to events like that. Everyone seemed to just be there to brag about their happy lives and their fancy cars and beautiful children and that just made him feel like a loser. But now, he wasn’t a loser, he was a success! Maybe he would go? After all he wasn’t doing anything else, and it would be good to see Will at least. They had been pretty tight when they were younger. Their friendship only really fading because Will had gotten his girlfriend pregnant and 19 and had gotten married. Kids ruined everything!

Milo agreed to go to the reunion and returned to the shower to clean up, finding himself hard yet again as he cleaned off his belly.

A Week Later . . .

After spending the whole morning getting ready Milo was ready to go. Pulling into the parking lot of the hotel in his brand new Tesla, Milo started feeling a little nervous. He was well liked in school, but so much had happened in the last ten years. In some ways, he was a different person and there were so many of his old friends who wouldn’t know him any more. As he got out of the car he straightened himself up and rearranged his very tight shirt. It used to be a good shirt to show off his muscles, it’s just that now it also accentuated his more curved meaty stomach. The buttons a lot tighter than they used to be.

Ignoring the uncomfortable sensation and walking up to the counter, Milo coughed to why the receptionists attention. Without looking up the guy responded disinterestedly with a quick’You here for the reunion?’ Milo replied to say yes when suddenly he hears a familiar voice behind him shout a nickname he’s not heard in years.

‘How’s it hanging Pipe?’

Turning round Milo sees his friend Will lumbering towards him with a huge grin on his face. Milo wasn’t quite expecting what happened next. Will was average height at 5’10, but he was always slim. He was known for it when they were younger. He would eat junk food constantly but would never gain a pound. That had definitely changed. Will had developed a huge round beer belly which was sticking out perpendicular to his body. The round mass of solid gut was at least a foot in front of him and almost a perfect sphere. His dense stubble and moustache was giving him strong daddy bear vibes.

‘Holy fuck it’s you!’ Milo blurred out as Will characteristically bundled over and pulled him in for a hug. Will’s belly was indeed as solid as it looked and nearly winded him as it was pushed hard into his own stomach.

‘It’s good to see you man!’ Will exclaimed as he pulled out of the hug. ‘You’ve hardly changed!’ He added looking Milo up and down.

Not really knowing what to say Milo eventually managed; ‘You neither?’ He couldn’t help but go up at the end of his sentence, making it more of a question than a statement.

Laughing, Will grabbed his solid belly with both hands. ‘Liar! I’m a blimp!’ He admitted! ‘It’s fine! We all knew it would catch up with me. Besides it’s been a rough few years. Me and Bex divorced last year as you know and I guess I’ve been eating a few too many take aways!’

‘Sorry to hear that man.’ Milo responded trying not to look at his mammoth belly.

‘It’s cool man. We’re still friends, we should never have married so young. We were good friends really, not husband and wife. Three kids later and there was nothing left. That, and she cheated on me with pretty much every single dad in the school run!’

‘Fuck her then man I guess!’ Milo offered

Laughing, Will slapped Milo on his thick arm ‘let’s get some food man! I’m starving!’

Walking through the hotel lobby, they found the party at the gardens in the back. The smell of cooking meat luring the two men through. Looking round, Milo saw a heap of faces he vaguely remembered. He always had his own group of friends but on the whole he never joined a clique so he was known by most people. He was the kind of guy who wanted to be everyone’s friend. He was quite the player when he was younger and looking around he realised he had slept with about 15 people that he could see. Mainly women back then, but there were a few guys who suddenly put an arm round their wives and girlfriends as he walked past.

The two old friends positioned themselves near the bbq and started catching up. Will explained that he was a fairly successful business man, owning a company that specialised in international shipping. From the sounds of things Will seemed to be doing pretty well for himself work wise. He was lonely though, marrying early and churning out three kids had isolated him from their old friends and he, like Will, hadn’t really seen anyone since they graduated.

As they stood catching up the two men were grazing heavily on ribs and burgers and sausages, absent-mindedly eating whilst they chatted. Milo realised half way, how much he’d missed his friend, and the resentment he felt over their falling apart was beginning to subside. Eventually they were joined by two more guys they used to hang out with, Ralphy and Jordan. These two had clearly stayed in touch with one another and were super happy to see Milo and Will.

Ralphy, used to be the runt of the group, being wiry and lithe with little to no facial hair. However, it appeared that he had exited the ugly duckling phase. Being tall, had had now bulked out and was now bordering on stocky. His once ginger hair and pasty complexion had developed into some deep auburn hair with a full lumberjack beard. ‘Finally hit puberty then?’ Will commented cheekily. Ralphy took it with good humour, and asked back ‘When are you due?’ Patting Will’s pregnant looking belly. Jordan was as good looking as ever, his dark brown skin, chiselled cheek bones and deep chocolate coloured eyes unchanged by the passage of time. Milo embarrassingly remembered the brief crush he had on his friend when they were younger. He never acted on it or even told Jordan at the time but it was pretty intense.

As the four old friends caught up, Will and Milo continued to attack the buffet almost continuously. Knocking beers back with casual abandon the lads got rowdier and rowdier. Half way through the evening, Will began to rub his belly, now tightening as he continues to fill it up. Letting out several loud belches, and to the surprise of no one he starts complaining about his belt being too tight and how his clothes have shrunk. Looking across at Milo he notices Milo has also begun to bloat out.

‘Hey, how have you eaten as much as me?’ Will blurted out

Milo blushes and rubs his front. ‘I guess I have!’ Weirdly, he is actually is beginning to enjoy people noticing his belly.

‘What are you doing with yourself at the moment anyway Pipe? You never did settle on a job if I hear correctly?’ Ralphy asked.

‘Funny you should say that man! I’ve started a new career recently!’

Milo smiled and produces his phone. Pulling up one of his most successful videos where he speed eats four large watermelons he turns it and shows his friends.

Jordan whistles ‘You’re getting paid to pig out? That should be Will’s job!’

Will belly barges Jordan who nearly spills his beer. Laughing they carry on their conversation. Milo explains all about how he was trying to make it a social media influencer and how a random video he had made had gone viral. He talked through his training routine and how he worked out key muscle groups in order to maximise room for expansion. The guys nodding along as he speaks.

‘So you mean to tell me, a skinny thing like you, thinks he could fit more in his tank than me?’ Will scoffed slapping his already stuffed tank of a belly.

Smiling Milo says ‘Yeah that’s pretty much right! Follow me for the proof if you want!

Will dramatically begins sniffing the air. ‘Can you guys smell that?’

Jordan, naively begins sniffing along with him. ‘What is it?’

‘It’s quite rich? Smells to me like BULLSHIT!’ Will laughs loudly at his own joke. Jordan and Ralphy join in. Milo stays straight faced.

‘Right here then?’ Milo says defiantly. ‘Eat-off. Loser takes the winner out for dinner next week at a restaurant of their choosing.’

Will still laughing, thrusts out his hand. ‘Let’s make it more interesting! If you win, I’ll take you Dubai on my next business trip. All expenses paid.’

Milo grabs his hand and shakes it. ‘Deal!’ A thought enters Milos mind about whether or not to live stream it? He’s not due for a live stream till tomorrow but an unscheduled post might go down well. He’s confident he can win. Doing his research into the world of competitive eating and other social media stars who do this kind of thing, he’s spotted a trend. Guys who are on the larger side tend to not do as well as the more toned ones. In fact, his biggest online role model has been an Indian guy called Jai who goes round the world doing food challenges on cam. He can pack away a ton of food and his flat stomach goes from toned to fully round. If he’s honest, Jai has been the biggest inspiration for most of his wanks over the past month as well. Not only is Jai insanely hot, the sight of his swollen belly keeps sending Milo over the edge.

He grabs a standing table and runs to the buffet with Ralphy where they pile two plates high with identical hauls. Trying to grab one of each of the delicious items on display. Balancing their heavy plates they place them on the table. ‘It’s better to do this standing!’ Milo tells Will confidently. He hands his phone to Jordan and asks him to hit record. ‘I’m gonna live stream this man. Hope that ok!’ He adds quickly.

‘Well I’m sure your followers want to see you lose just as much as I do!’ Will boasts

‘I got that!’ Jordan shouts laughing as he sees the screen begin to light up as watchers begin to pour in. Milo turns to the camera and welcomes everyone, explaining the bet and how he’s gonna kick Will’s ass. The two of them line up. Both already full of beer and meat from nearly an hour and a half of grazing and chatting. Will’s stomach hardly looks any different, only the discerning eye would have noticed that it has lost some of its jiggle. Milo on the other hand is clearly already stuffed. His already tight shirt stretched tightly over his swelling out stomach.

‘Ready?’ Milo asks

‘Born ready!’ Will replies.

‘Then go!’ Milo yells.

As the two tear into their plates of food, both picking up a huge double burger, dripping in bbq sauce and cheese, they begin their task. A few people begin to notice the commotion and a few start to amble over. Ralphy is keen to explain what’s happening and people begin to pick a side and cheer them on. As per his brand, Milo seems to be eating with a strong constant rhythm, taking a large bite and chewing well before swallowing. Whereas Will is just gorging himself. Massive dripping burger in one hand and a chicken leg in the other. By the time Milo has finished his burger Will has eaten three things. Unphased, Milo picks up a thick German sausage in a bun, glazed with honey and mustard and starts to eat. He did a video a few weeks back where he tried to match the world record of hot dog eating so he was used to hot dogs, and this one was much tastier than the shitty ones he’d bought for the challenge. These were prime cuts of pork, the ones he had were just ‘arseholes, hooves and lips’ as his brother would say.

Milo was starting to feel the now familiar sensation of getting to the point where his stomach was feeling the strain. He was only two items into the feast and already he could feel his belly tightening. There was a lot of food and beer in his stomach already. The shirt had definitely been a mistake. As he finished the sausage, he reached for a thick chicken kebab and with the other hand undid his belt and untucked his shirt. That helped as he kept going, his belly expanding into the space created.

Will’s mad dash strategy on the other hand was beginning to backfire. He was feeling totally stuffed. The comfortably full feeling he’d had at the start was starting to be replaced with a dull ache of gluttony. He was struggling to breathe a little bit with the pressure building up under his ribs. Looking across at Milo who was calmly chewing and swallowing down the food he began to regret the bravado. He gave his tight belly rub and ploughed on.

The crowd was beginning to build, both online and in person. Around twenty of their old school friends all watching with delight as the two played out a scene that wouldn’t have been unfamiliar in the school canteen ten years previously. Will was pouring with sweat, large circles appearing round his neck and arm pits, with half circles under his meaty pecs. Milo on the other hand was taking it in his stride. Mouthful after large mouthful was being chewed and swallowed down into his clearly expanding belly. The burger and sausage, now joined by a decent slab of belly pork, a lamb shank as well as chicken kebab, a pork one and a lamb one. Just a rack of ribs, the chicken leg and a thick juicy steak to go.

Milo was loving the attention, it made the pressure in his belly fade away as he heard people cheering and the distant ping of people tipping him on the online video. He began to play to the crowd a little, getting people to cheer him on whilst he made banter jabs at wills expense. ‘I heard Dubai is lovely this time of year!’ He quipped.

By the time Milo was down to one steak, Will was a mess. His belly was clearly maxed out, tight and rounded out straight from under his ribs. He was breathing heavily and in front of him was nearly half the food he’d bragged about finishing off so easily. Milo picked up the steak and showed it off to the crowd. Taking a big bite he began the final hurdle. He felt uncomfortably full, more so than he had before. He’d decided he would try and count up exactly how much food was packed into his belly when he got home. Maybe as a little bonus for his OnlyFans premium account. He might even do a little strip tease reveal of his belly and the consequences of the stuffing for them. There were a few heavy tippers who would really enjoy that.

Showing off, he managed to devour the heavy steak in 10 bites. Chewing and swallowing the last one, to the rapturous applause of the crowd. Will shook his head, looking a little green and belched, quickly putting his hand to his mouth just in case he threw up. ‘You win!’ He admitted. ‘I’m seriously impressed!’

Laughing, Milo picked up the sausage and a kebab from Will’s plate and ate them as well as the gathered school colleagues whooped and cheered. It was actually a little painful but it was worth it to see the genuine admiration on Will’s face. Turning to the camera he gave his usual belly reveal to his followers. Peeling up his shirt over the top of his engorged midsection, he revealed his packed furry gut. Ralphy ran in and gave his belly a big slap to celebrate. Milo laughed it off but it nearly made him chuck the whole lot back up. Swallowing it down he turned to Will and shook his hand. ‘Let me know when we leave and I’ll try and find my passport!’ He said with glee. Belching heavily, Will just nodded and smiled.

After the crowd began to disperse, Milo took his phone back from Jordan and gave a little shoutout to his watchers. At the bottom of the screen, just before he shut it down, he saw a brief flash of a username exiting the chat. ‘Jai-Eats’ was the name, which was the handle of his role model. Could that have actually been him? Milo thought to himself? Shaking away the thought quickly. As Will excused himself to get home, Milo tried to pull down his shirt over his belly to cover himself up but couldn’t really do it. Leaving it unbuttoned, framing his bloated stomach. Laughing he stayed a little while chatting to his old friends and knocking back a few more beers to numb the pain of his bloat. The familiar feeling of being uncomfortably full settling in to a dull ache as his system set about digesting the huge amount of food he had just consumed.

Later that evening both engorged gents reflected on their experiences that day at home. Will had been reticent to go to the reunion, not really wanting to see anyone now he was so fat. He pretended to be confident about his belly but really he was ashamed. He hadn’t lied, the belly was sort of accidental, and was really the result of a few too many take aways from his bachelor pad. But it was more than that. He loved food. Greasy take-aways were a guilty pleasure but he actually loved the whole process of cooking something from scratch. Experimenting with herbs and spices and new gadgets. Working out on how to slow roast a shoulder of pork perfectly using his brand new bbq and wireless thermometer was his happy place. And not only did he love cooking the food, he loved eating it. He loved the feeling of laying in the sofa at the end of a huge meal and feeling the weight of the food he had cooked himself and then consumed. Seeing Milo today had made him realised how much he enjoyed that full feeling but also how much he had to learn. It would be good to reconnect with him and maybe eat together. As he lay there rubbing his distended and rock hard belly he began to fall asleep. Dreaming of all the foods he would cook for Milo and how big Milo’s belly would get as he pushed in more and more and more.

Milo on the other hand was at home nursing his also swollen stomach. The food had begun to go south inside him, rounding his belly out even further. Being on the more muscular side meant that his stomach went through stages of digestion you could almost watch. Rubbing his belly in the mirror and seeing how the bottom half of his gut had rounded out a little more. He could hear the digestion sounds gurgle and churn. He watched as another part of his anatomy became swollen. As he massaged and stroked his stomach his thoughts moved to Will. His belly was incredible, round and hard and firm. And even though Milo out-ate him in the competition, he wasn’t sure if Will had actually eaten more food than him overall. He definitely ate faster, and maybe at the rate he was eating, more food ended up in there. Thinking about the new bloated and rounded out Will was new. He hadn’t seen Will in a while but he had never seen him in a sexual way? Now just thinking about that round tank of a belly and how full it was, was doing something for him. Milo took himself off for a shower to work out those emotions. As he left, peeling off his clothes rapidly, he didn’t notice his phone buzz. It was a dm from Jai-eats which was simply a number and the message ‘Call me’.

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jd07201990 · 3 months

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"Coach.... I think we should quit it with the shakes for a while... I can't get my shirt down!"

I muttered, feeling every ounce of the 40 lbs I'd gained in just 2 months. I could feel the thick, pastelike protein shake churning in my belly, a dull roaring heat gradually oozing from my core, out to my chest, shoulders, waist, legs, and arms. The raw, itching tingle of energy, fuel pumping into my sore muscles up into taut, stretched masses. Despite wanting to play lacrosse, and maybe look good enough to get a date finally, I'd made a mistake when I asked Coach for help.

I should have known better as I watched nearly all the incoming freshman boys suddenly grow into grunting, sweating behemoths. The Dorms I'd been assigned to just 3 months ago, meant for incoming Science and Math Majors, now resembled a Frathouse. With heaving, lumbering nerds slowly losing interest in Planets and Chemicals, as they packed themselves solid in the cafeteria and snacked all throughout the day. All of us were bulking up pretty fast, and it wouldn't have been so bad, if I was unaware like the rest of the dorm!

Despite my protest, Coach slapped my back, causing an enormous belch to erupt from me. I groaned, my calloused hand going to my gut as I suddenly felt as if I were starving, what little room that belch had opened, now amplified into an insatiable hunger. Coach smirked at me, pushing one of his snack bars into my hand. I tried so hard to shake my head, to deny caloric nuke in my hand, but I found myself opening the wrapper with my teeth, biting into it and closing my eyes as the feeling of hunger subsided. Clach chuckled, putting his hand on my taut, boulder-like shoulder.

"No can do, you know the rules! All coach’s boys need their required nutrition. Don't you want to be the best? You said you wanted this, didn't you?" He said with a sneer, looking my hefty, thick-piled bulk up and down before giving my half-melon sized pec a soft punch, feeling the solid muscle under the layer of fat all of Coach's boys seemed to develop.

By the end of the year, not a single Jock in school was less than 200 lbs. The school had to cut some funding from the Science Department to cover the near mountain of new clothes, specifically shirts and shoes, as none of us fit into our original gear. I for one, ended up an XXL, lumbering around the halls and the gym at a whopping 220lbs. The entire school seemed to reek of athlete, classes with more than 2 jocks, often had some students complaining about the funk, while the girls, and gay guys tried to hide their arousal. My shoes, which consisted of sneakers and cleats, were all now size 14s, with not a single pair in the school less than a 13w.

I tried at first to get used to the size, the weight, the routine of workouts, meals, barely any time for assignments, as the school and Coach seemed hellbent on ensuring the Sports Budget was going to good use. All of us were forced to play a sport, the teams now full of grunting, sweating, aggressive young bulls hopped up on redbulls and creatine. For me, I ended up playing Football. I wanted to play Lacrosse, but coach said I had the genes for some real size, and vetoed my choice. He says by the time he's through with me, I'll be the biggest Biology major in the school. He says its what's best for me but I know why he's doing it. Because I haven't broken down like the others. I still kept my mind, and as long as I have that, the sweat, the meals, the snacks, and the grueling workouts will continue. Coach never fails, some of the sponsors say while they're eyeing us all up and down like priced bulls on a ranch.

I don't know what happens after graduation, but I'm pretty sure Weston Ridgeway, an eccentric foreign millionaire who bankrolls the Football team, has his eye on me. Coach says Ridgeway tends to like his "interns" Big, Dumb, and insatiable... I don't know how long before I fit all 3. I'm already big, and my backpack is full of shakes and snack bars proves I'm insatiable... Coach says he's got 3 years to, as he puts it, "Raise me up good and proper"

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helloo, can i requ a oneshot (smut) of max and the male!reader where they are working out together and it quickly turns to soft sx? thank u,

Sparring Session MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: A home workout session turned spicy

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smut, Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Sad Girl' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! <3I hope you can forgive me for how long it took me to write this. Im still setting up Christmas stuff and I've got loads of stuff to organize for my friends 18th birthday.

With that said, i hope you enjoy and i wish you a Merry Christmas!$

“Come at me.”, his smile was teasing and provocative.

Usually, you and Max went out to your local gym to work out, though today you wanted to do your sparring session in your home gym. You two had planned a short workout and then you wanted to cook together and eat in front of the TV. These cozy, homey moments remind you how well you and Max fit together. Quickly, you stored your thoughts in the back of your head, before dashing towards your boyfriend, your fists coiled inside your gloves. Max had the advantage of having more muscle mass, but you were quick on your feet. As a kid and later as a teenager you used to do Karate with your best friend, this taught you how to not only use your upper body to fight, but also how to use your legs effectively.Max smiled at you the whole time, every now and then he’d make a teasing comment. Now he was on the offence and thwarted your attempts at shattering his focus. Slowly, but precisely he managed to herd you into a corner of the ring. He smugly gazed at you, while placing his hands on the rope behind you. Slightly leaning forward, he pressed a sweet peck to your lips. He quirked an eyebrow, as if to mock your defenseless situation. Though his blue eyes widened quickly as you gave a strong push to his chest, making him startle backwards. Not thinking about sorting out his legs, he trips backwards, landing on the floor with a groan. Carefully, you crawled onto him, straddling his form while pinning his hands on either side of his head.

“Looks like you lost.”, your sweet tone was laced with a provocative note, which Max definitely didn’t miss. His hips slightly ground against you, asking for permission. A smile crept onto our face, while you leaned down to press a warm kiss to your boyfriends’ lips. Max continued his antics, making you gasp at the friction. The dutch used this opportunity to slide his tongue into your warm mouth, exploring it as you whine into the kiss. The fabric of your briefs must have a wet stain on them for sure now.

Max’s hands wandered to your waist, then further down. He carefully slid his hands under your shorts, kneading and squeezing your butt. A burning, hot feeling surged over your skin, you felt as if you were on fire. He quickly broke the kiss, “Can i?” His finger tugged at your underwear and the look in his eyes was desperate, how could you resist?

His big fingers slowly plunged into you, by now you were a moaning mess on top of him. The sweet nothings he whispered to you were like a sweet melody in your ears. You could feel his hardness press against you while he kept up his steady movement, his voice tainted by desire. By the time he felt like you were stretched out enough, he rolled you over onto your back. Mind hazy, you obliged. His sweet velvet lips kissed along your neck while he fiddled with his shorts and boxers. Once Max had managed to pull down the fabric, he carefully aligned his length with your pulsing hole. Quiet whimpers left you as he pushed into you at a slow pace. His eyes darted up to your face, trying to make out any signs of you being uncomfortable. A big, shaky breath erupted from his lungs, as your hole now fully engulfed him. Once again, he pressed a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. ‘Love you’, he mumbled before bottoming out of you, then sliding back in. Max set a slow pace, while keeping his lips on your skin. Tiny pearls of sweat made a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead. His blue-green irises were swallowed by his lust blown pupils and a sweet smile adorned his lips.

Your hands tangled with his hair, playing with the strands as a sweet, hot feeling pooled in your stomach. It felt like Lava was rushing over your body.

Max was now whispering about how much he loves you between kisses on your jaw and neck. The sweet feeling in your stomach made you see stars as it became more overwhelming by the second. It tightened and coiled up like a snake inside you until – “I I think im gonna..” – it snapped. You whined and moaned under your boyfriend, white ropes of cum splattering all over your and Max’s t shirts and shorts. The tightening around Max’s cock made his thrusts sloppier and irregular, still chasing his own high.

With a loud groan his body collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving with contentment. You brought a hand up to his back, gently stoking over it while whispering sweet ‘I love you’s to your boyfriend.

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hotmentransformed · 1 year

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Heartstopping Tank Top

You had always been a skinny guy. Growing up, people often made fun of you for how little you seemed to look. During your spring semester of junior year of college, you decided to study abroad in London. You had a job lifeguarding in the summer, and you wanted to make sure you were in good physical condition and looked good for the girls at the pool. You made a promise to yourself that you would return to the U.S. with a more muscular physique.

So, you found a gym near your dorm and went to sign up. After singing some forms and paying for a day pass, the attendant at the front desk handed you a large white tank top and said, “Oy, this’ll help you grow into a real muscle lad”.

You shrugged it off as a harmless sales pitch and went to the locker room to put on the tank top. It was way too large, but the attendant seemed really enthusiastic about you wearing it, and you didn’t want to be rude to someone in a foreign country, so you decided to stick it out and start your workout.

Exiting the locker room, you made a bee-line for the first open machine you saw. After reading the graphics and demonstrations on the metal, you sat down and began your workout. It felt… surprisingly great! You could get used to this! With each machine you went to, you felt a strange sensation pulsating from your tank top. Unbeknownst to you, they seemed to be growing at an accelerated rate, much faster than should be naturally possible, stretching and bulging under your skin.

Your arms were the first to change. Your once skinny biceps and triceps began to thicken and expand, stretching the arms of your tank top with bulging muscles. As you flexed, you could see the new definition in your arms, and your veins popped out from under your skin.

Your chest was the next area to change. You pecs began to swell and harden, pushing out from your ribcage with an impressive mass. Your nipples stood out like little knobs atop your chest, and you could feel the fibers of your muscles contracting with every heavy breath you took. Hair began to push its way from your pecs and swirled its way into your armpits, which were moist from your intense workout.

Your back muscles were the next to grow. As you pulled down on the lat pulldown machine, you could feel your lats expanding like wings on your back. You could feel as your spinal erectors bulged out, creating a column of muscle that ran down your spine, widening your torso and giving you immense bulk.

Your abdominal muscles became chiseled, with each muscle fiber becoming visible through your top. Your six-pack was now a washboard, and your obliques became well-defined ridges.

Your legs swelled too, with your quads becoming massive and your hamstrings bulking up. Your glutes expanded into globes of muscle, stretching your gym shorts. Your calves became rock hard, with the muscles contracting and relaxing with every step you took.

As you continued to work out, your hair began to lighten, and your facial features began to change. Your jawline became more pronounced, and your face became wider. Your eyes turned an intense hazel, and your skin took on a healthy glow. You had become someone… new.

Dropping the weights, you looked into the mirror, and you recognized exactly who you were. You were Kit Connor. You had never been an American. You had worked hard for these big muscles and your successful career. You had always been Kit Connor. You flexed your new massive muscles in the mirror, admiring your physique.

With your British accent, you mused “I am one fit lad.” You turned back to the mirror and posed for your Instagram. In no time, you're sure it'll be filled with a bunch of gay lads trying to get your attention... just how you liked it.

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coachs-locker-room · 15 days

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I've discovered recently that I am severely enthralled by my jock boyfriend's stench. His socks, underwear, shoes, everything. It's just so...alluring. Do you think you could help me embrace this newfound obsession further by making him an even stinkier thick sweaty bear for me to serve at his feet?

A good jockboy should be used to working up a sweat - but for what you need, he will require a little more than some gym motivation. With the right... recalibration, I am sure that your boyfriend's love for his own musk will not only match yours but, it bring the new dynamic to your relationship that you crave.

After taking some of Coach's extra classes - complete with a new diet and protein shake supplement from MASS MONSTA - your jock boyfriend not only discovered his strength and bodymass had increased, but whenever he took a whiff of his sweat-dreanched self he became unable to resist the call of his musk.

Each day, getting more and more potent, the increased pheromones and testosterone kept mixing and coursing through his body. His increased mass and strength only adding to the sweat production.

You might have considered him more of a dominant personality before - at least compared to yourself - but after a week of his new routine, you saw first-hand what a beast he could become when he came back from the gym.

Once he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you into his ripe pit, smelling from the source, your mind would switch off entirely to follow his commands without question.

Within the month, he became not only unrecognisable but truly irresistible. Both to you, to himself, and to anyone who got a hit of his powerful musk. The best part, of course, was that he had no need to shower off before he arrived home. After receiving his pictures, you'd be there, waiting for his return, ready to serve him - however he needed.

The routine became more and more intense - where finishing a workout, stripping out of his sweat-drenched kit and setting up the camera to send a progress picture would cause the whole locker room to stare with desire in their eyes. The alpha confidence was contagious to some and alluring to others, but you were always there on hand to make sure he got what he needed.

Now - go and be a good boy and get on your knees.

You don't want to keep him waiting, do you?

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bulkingjourney · 7 months

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"Bulking Up for the Game" -Pt 1

Tom had always been the star player of the high school football team, known for his incredible agility, lightning speed, and pinpoint precision on the field. But his coach, Coach Williams, had something different in mind for him. Coach Williams believed that to reach the next level, Tom needed to bulk up – not just in terms of raw strength, but also in sheer size. He wanted Tom to become a powerhouse, a near-unstoppable force on the field. At the time, Tom weighed in at a lean and wiry 185 pounds, and he had no idea just how transformative his journey was about to become.

The turning point occurred one day after practice when Coach Williams called Tom into his office. As Tom took a seat, Coach Williams leaned in and said, "Tom, you're already the best player on this team, but I see even more potential in you. We need you to bulk up, and I mean really bulk up – a dirty bulk."

Tom was taken aback by the request. He had never considered gaining weight in such a manner before. But he trusted Coach Williams, knowing that he had a reputation for turning promising players into legends. Coach Williams introduced Tom to a specialized training and nutrition program tailored to promote muscle gain. This program involved high-calorie meals, a variety of protein shakes, and grueling workouts that pushed Tom to his limits.

As weeks turned into months, Tom could see and feel the changes in his body. Muscles rippled and expanded across his frame, turning him into a football powerhouse. His teammates were in awe of his growing strength and size, and they could see his transformation taking shape.

However, there was one change that surprised Tom the most – his belly. As his muscle mass increased, so did his waistline. His once flat stomach started to push outward, forming a burgeoning belly. Initially, Tom was concerned about this development, but Coach Williams assured him it was all part of the plan. "That belly will give you the added leverage you need on the field," Coach Williams explained.

Tom embraced the process, even as he had to gradually upgrade his uniform. He had started with a medium-sized jersey, but as his muscles swelled, he progressed to a large, and then an extra-large. By the end of his transformation, he was wearing a 2XL jersey that barely contained his muscular frame.

As the big game approached, Tom's confidence was at an all-time high. He had become a dominant force to be reckoned with – a harmonious blend of strength, speed, and even unexpected agility for a player of his size. His belly, once an area of concern, had now become a symbol of his transformation and a testament to his dedication to the team and the sport he loved.

On the day of the game, Tom felt a new power surging through him. He was a force to be reckoned with, a blend of strength, speed, and surprising agility for his size. His belly had become a symbol of his transformation, a testament to his dedication to the team and the sport he loved.

In a thrilling match, Tom's team secured victory, and he had become an unbreakable wall on the field. His size had played a pivotal role in the win, and Tom's teammates couldn't have been more grateful for his extraordinary dedication.

After the game, Tom returned to Coach Williams, a triumphant grin on his face. "I did it, Coach," he said, patting his robust belly. "I never thought I'd bulk up like this, but I'm glad I did."

Coach Williams smiled, recognizing the pride and accomplishment in Tom's eyes. "You've become an inspiration to your teammates and a formidable player, Tom. That belly of yours? It's a badge of honor. You've shown what determination and trust can achieve."

As the season progressed, Tom's belly continued to grow, but so...

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the-masculine-alpha · 5 months

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Executive Father & Son In Bondage

It all started when the father, John, felt the pressure of maintaining his success in the corporate world. He was constantly working long hours, skipping meals, and neglecting his health. As a result, he started gaining weight and losing muscle mass. His self-esteem was at an all-time low, and he couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak or out of shape in the eyes of his colleagues.

One day, John's son, Alex, came to visit him at his office. Alex was a college student who had always been interested in fitness and bodybuilding. He was shocked to see his father in such a state and immediately suggested that they start working out together. John was hesitant at first, but he saw it as an opportunity to bond with his son and possibly improve his physical appearance.

They joined a gym together, and Alex became their personal trainer. However, things took a turn when they met a hypnotist at the gym who promised to help them achieve their fitness goals faster. John was intrigued by the idea of a shortcut to a better body, while Alex was curious about the power of hypnosis.

The hypnotist put them under deep trance and started implanting suggestions in their minds. He convinced them that they were not working hard enough in the gym and needed to push themselves harder. He also planted the idea that smoking would help them relax after intense workouts and that their careers would benefit from being workaholics.

At first, John and Alex didn't notice any significant changes in their behavior. But as time went by, their obsession with bodybuilding, smoking, and work became more apparent. They spent hours at the gym, smoking in between sets and even during workouts. They also started neglecting their family and friends, canceling plans or not showing up altogether. Their sole focus was on their physical appearance and career success.

Their family and friends were concerned about the sudden change in their behavior. They tried talking to them, but John and Alex were convinced that they were doing the right thing. They believed that their intense dedication to bodybuilding and work was making them better versions of themselves.

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Chad, a high school senior and dedicated cross-country runner, had always been passionate about staying in shape. He spent hours on the track, pushing himself to the limit, and embraced the discipline that came with being a part of the cross-country team.

One day, after an intense training session, Chad noticed something peculiar happening to his body. His muscles swelled and grew at an alarming rate. At first, he thought it was just a temporary effect of the workout, but as days passed, it became clear that something extraordinary was occurring. Every time he laced up his running shoes and hit the trail, his muscles expanded even more.

Rather than being alarmed, Chad found himself fascinated and motivated by this. He became the talk of the school as his physique transformed into that of a seasoned bodybuilder. The more he ran, the more muscular he became.

Chad's passion for running only intensified with his increasing muscle mass. He began setting new records during cross-country races, leaving his competitors in awe. His extraordinary physical transformation turned him into a local legend, and he reveled in the attention and admiration. As Chad became the most muscular guy at school, he found himself wanting even more. More. More. More

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msphattt · 4 months

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the only one for me

iwaizumi x fem!reader

tags — vaginal sex, cunnilingus (barely), vaginal fingering

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Today was the day, he was coming back. It’s all anyone had been talking about but I couldn’t understand why, he was only gone for five months, so the welcome back seemed…over the top, to me.

His arrival had no effect on me, rather, I carried on with my day as I usually would, why would I care that Iwaizumi was coming back? The last time we spoke, he made it clear that it would be the last time, so, why care?

“So…what are you saying?” I asked, “Do you not care to speak at all? What are you saying?”

It was all so confusing, the fact that Iwaizumi had just said we needed to “separate for a while,” seeing as he would be gone for five months, across the country, for a volleyball tournament.

“I just don’t want to leave with strings attached,” he explained. Bullshit. I had never said anything about a relationship, not even that we were exclusive, so I couldn’t understand where this was coming from, I at the very least, thought he and I were friends under whatever we had, but it seems I thought wrong.

The surprise of the situation was too much and my thoughts were running wild, why now? When he didn’t leave for two more weeks? I wasn’t going to make it hard for him though, after all, he wasn’t my boyfriend.

His eyes met mine and for a second, I thought I saw that he was ashamed, like he was ashamed of his reasoning, but I wasn’t thinking that deep into it, if he wanted to leave me, then that was that.

“I understand, that’s what you want, I’ll go,” I said, confusion clear in my tone but I wasn’t staying somewhere I wasn’t wanted.

I gathered my bag, my belongings and my car keys without saying a word and simply, left.

Of course, the five months weren’t the easiest but it wasn’t like Iwaizumi and I were in a relationship, we made sure to place boundaries. Though, in the end, it seemed like he had gotten under your skin, and it was difficult to deny the pull toward him.

But, that was five months ago, and I have spent the last four of those months making sure to keep my head up and keep going. The piercing heat of the sun pulled me out of my thoughts as I began to prepare my body for my morning jog around the park. Jogging was one of the things I did to keep me from overthinking, and today was as good a day as any.

I tucked my phone into my gray yoga pants and did my last few stretches, reaching up to the sky and lifting my heels off of the ground, leaning on the tips of my toes and inhaling deeply, the exhale melting some of the tension away.

I began stepping off with my right foot, moving slowly with one foot in front of the other. It was the same type of people, the early birds who would sit to gather on the grass ether studying or listening to music, the athletes who were leaving from morning practices, and others who grumbled for being up too early on a Friday.

As my music blasted in my ears, the world was gone to me. The rush of the wind flying past my ears as my legs moved to carry me where they may. I had gone my usual route, around the center of the park, through the garden and around the open field, where I often made contact with the athletes.

My legs began to grow weak, a response I was used to as I jogged through the garden, indicating that I was two-thirds of the way through my jog. Faint sounds of instruments floated through my, already extremely loud, headphones that I used to tune out the rest of the people occupying the park. Confusion covered my face until I remembered, his welcome back celebration. The athletes had taken over the field with a mass amount of themselves, it almost seemed like a parade.

I continued jogging, making sure to keep my chin up and my form tight, pushing through the last leg of my workout. I made my way around the baseball field and continued on toward the trees, where most of the athletes would gather their trucks. Still, I didn’t move, the wind continued to fly by as I felt the euphoric feeling begin to creep under my skin, the wind blowing right over my shoulders, which were now covered in sweat.

The welcome back hadn’t seemed to just be starting but was in full effect. I wish I could say, what is it about him? But I knew the answer to that question. As I made my way around the outskirts of the trees, his eyes bore into mine.

And time stopped.

He had changed so much in the months that he was away; his shoulders were broader, and his muscles were outlined perfectly, under his shirt. My breath stopped momentarily, it felt as if my I would lose my voice instantly if I was to speak to anybody in that moment.

The connection broke instantly, when I returned my eyes to my path in front of me, pushing my legs to finish my jog, and after turning the last corner of the field, I began jogging back to my apartment, only five minutes from the park.

As I finished my jog and entered my home, the euphoric feeling and coolness of my body after hitting the cool air made my head feel dizzy. My chest heaved after just jogging and I took a gulp of water to try and calm my nerves.

Four days went by, I jogged for three of those days and made the mental note that I had not seen Iwaizumi since his arrival. I shook my head, why did I care so much? I continued to say I didn’t, but my feelings knew otherwise. No matter, it was time for me to get ready for the Art Expression Gala, my favorite event of the year.

The Art Expression Gala gave a platform to anyone within the city who needed to express themselves, no matter how, and the formality of it all felt elegant.

My hair fell down my back, pulled back from my face where I focused on a sultry makeup look, which always seemed to include warmer shades of gloss, eyeshadow and even blush, going for orange rather than pink. I always liked looking seductive, it was part of my character, I liked to assume as such. I wore a black dress that ran past my ankles and left my left leg bare, the split stopping just underneath the hilt of my thigh. The straps of the dress were thin, my shoulders covered by my hair and its’ loose curls.

The honking of the horn outside my door let me know that my friends were at my apartment ready to pick me up. I grabbed my purse and phone, locking my door before entering the car where my friends were more than ready to get to the venue.

“I’m so excited for you guys to see my piece at the gala, I worked really hard on it,” my friend Ellie beamed. I responded, telling her that we couldn’t wait to see and how proud we were of her. Of all my friends, Ellie was the most passionate about her life and her love for dance, which anyone with eyes could see. “I heard the entire athletic department’s there, even Iwa,” Ellie said, a mischievous glint in her eye. I rolled mine, “Iwa and I have nothing going on, we’re not even friends,” I explained. Ellie laughed and mocked me, “oh please, ‘we’re not even friends,’ when have you ever been friends? When he was-”

“STOP,” I yelled, Ellie’s laughter only grew as much embarrassment became more and more apparent on my face. I brought my hands to my face and let out a little giggle as I remembered the memory Ellie was about to blurt out.

I giggled as he continued kissing my neck, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass and back. “Iwa, stop,” I breathed out, my voice nearly at a whisper from the way his hands touched my body. We were currently laying on the big cushion, under the canopy by the pool, correction, by Oikawa’s pool.

My slightly damp towel covered my legs, draping under my belly button and hanging off of my waist as Iwaizumi used his hands and mouth to try and make me cave.

“Oh, c’mon baby, nobody is out here but you and me, I just wanna taste you,” he whispered, kissing my shoulders and squeezing my thighs. A shuddered breath left my lips, as I fought my inner thoughts, this man had consumed every one of my senses, how could I say no to him?

“I’ll make you feel so good, just let me taste you,” he whispered again, and my resolve completely melted away. The raw desperation in his voice was enough to have my legs spreading and head leaning back and he explored every inch of what I had to offer.

He kissed me slowly, making sure to let me know how much he appreciated my body and my back arched against the cushions as the first feel of his soft tongue met my clit, the warmth of his tongue on my sensitive clit that he had played with relentlessly. The feeling began to build, my eyes immediately closing and my hand moving through his hair in an attempt to push him further against me.

His two fingers pushed, slowly into my pussy, filling my stomach with a feeling of fullness that has me moaning softly and bucking my hips against his mouth. The feeling of my thighs being held tightly and I was spread out before his tongue that ravaged my pussy so sweetly, it all became hazy as my vision failed to focus after my eyes fluttered open.

His fingers continued to work into my pussy, hitting that place so deep as he continued to suck on the head of my clit without slowing down, the pace building the pleasure in the pit of my stomach.

As he continued to punish my pussy, sucking my clit and thrusting his fingers simultaneously, everything began to blur together as the knot in the pit of stomach began to tighten by the second. At the sound of his groan, my thighs clenched, and my toes curled as my back arched off the cushions, moaning and squeezing whatever my hands could find at the moment, the wave of pleasure washing over my body.

I was pulled out of my flashback when the car came to a stop, the jolt shaking me out of thought. The night was warm, but I still found myself with goosebumps running down my arms, I rubbed them slightly as we began to walk toward entrance of the building.

Time went on fairly quickly and it was time to watch Ellie’s performance. The soft music began as Ellie’s body began to move in the way she had trained, the soft raise of her leg and the sharp point of her feet. As entranced as I was in the performance, I felt as though somebody was staring, causing my eyes to shift around. My neck turned left, only slightly as my eyes scanned through the crowd. Turning from the left, now looking toward my right is when I saw him, staring at me, unashamed. The darkness of his eyes bore into mine, his cup lifting to his lips as he took a sip of his drink and brought it back down, all while looking at me, never taking his eyes off of me. I looked away with a quickness, making sure to turn as softly as I did before, I would act like he was nothing to me even though the burn of his gaze was making me feel exposed.

After Ellie’s performance, I decided that I needed to go into the bathroom and make sure I didn’t look as flushed as I felt. I began walking toward the back in the direction of the bathroom, my short and skinny heels clacking slightly as I fidgeted in my purse looking for my wipes and powder. My attention was on my purse as I grew agitated at not being able to find what I was looking for, that I did not see when a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me into the men’s bathroom on the right side of the hall.

Fear took over for a second before I was face to face with the man who had been staring all night long.

“You’ve been avoiding me, you know I don’t like to be ignored,” he said. His voice instantly making my thighs rub together, I had forgotten how deep and intoxicating he could be, not to mention his cologne, and the fact that his face was only four inches away from mine.

I took in a breath, looking at this face before choosing to respond, his eyebrows knitted and lips pursed, as though he was actually upset.

“I have, we’re not friends,” I answered, making sure to pout slightly and turn my head to the left, as though I cared about our divide, I did.

Iwaizumi let out a dry chuckle, clearly not amused by my act.

“Excuse me now,” I said sweetly, as I moved to lean off the wall and move toward the restroom door, a single stall restroom that anybody could have been waiting for. Before I could move, his left arm stretched out to hit the wall, blocking me from moving where he put me against it. He touched my chin, cupping my face softly as his thumb ran across my cheek as I looked at him, fury suddenly taking over my body.

“You can’t be serious right now, are you kidding me?!” My voice was laced with anger and annoyance, frustration beginning to peak out as I continued. “You said you didn’t want strings, so there ARE no strings, move,” I spat, pushing his chest and swinging the door open before anything could escalate further. It didn’t take me long to find my friends and express that I was going to go home, suddenly feeling under the weather.

I took a cab home, sitting on the couch and listening to music after a hot shower to help bring me back down. It was hard for me to stay somewhere and act like I wasn’t upset, when I so clearly was. I couldn’t understand why I was affected as much as I was, but that being our first encounter after not speaking for so long, I let out a rush and heavy breath after thinking about it again. It was then my door rang, drawing curiosity and confusion from me.

As I opened the door, there he stood with a white dress shirt to show every ridge of his abs and muscles, his dress pants showing the muscles in his thighs. My eyes narrowed and rolled as he walked toward me, past me, and into my kitchen.

“Get out, what are you doing here? Get out.” My voice was calm now, my weight shifting to my left leg as I crossed my arms looking at him from across the island. There was no denying the effect he had on my body, his appearance making my nipples hard under my cropped cami.

He said nothing, rather than leaving, Iwaizumi set his phone and car keys on the counter behind him and began walking to me, my neck slightly pulling back at his height. He touched my face again, holding my right cheek as he now faced me and looked at me with a stoic face, yet solemn eyes. His right hand in his pocket, his left on my cheek. “I listened to what you said,” he started, “but you know there’s nobody else for me.”

My eyes met his and darted back toward the floor momentarily before meeting his gaze once again. “That’s not enough, you left me,” I whispered, my true feelings had surfaced that quick. “I know, I’m sorry baby, forgive me.” His kisses on my cheek soon traveled downward, my neck feeling the warmth and strangeness of his lips. He pulled back, looking at me before glancing at my lips and back to my eyes, “you’re the only one for me,” he whispered.

My eyes searched his for a moment, giving into what my body had been craving, “the only one?” I whispered softly, whimpering slightly at the heat that began crawling over my skin as a result of his kisses. He groaned as he whispered, “the only one,” and his lips softly touched mine.

The quickness and delicacy of the kiss made me wonder if it actually happened, but my hardened nipple and throbbing of my clit had assured me it was true. My hands traveled up his arms, gripping his biceps as I closed my eyes, the kiss consuming me. With a swiftness, Iwaizumi grabbed my thighs, lifting me onto the island in the center of the kitchen. His large hands moved across my thighs and up my stomach until reaching my chest, my back arching instantly at the feeling. He began to rub my nipples, kissing my neck as the slight pleasure only added to my arousal.

A soft moan left my lips, short breaths accompanied by the occasional moan that would slip out of from between my lips. Traitor. My body reacted truthfully while my mind still fought rationality, but the movement of his hands against my breasts reminded me of just how good he made me feel.

His fingers wrapped around my neck, my eyes glossy as they meet his. His hips rolled into me, his erection pressing against my clit as his tongue ran down my neck and over my breast. His lips wrapped around my left nipple, the pleasure immediately letting a moan through my lips. His tongue flicked and sucked my nipple, carefully pinching the right, twisting and ghosting over it ever so softly with his middle finger.

The jingle of his belt felt like music to my ears, suddenly heating my ears up as my tips of my toes touched my island, my legs bared open to him. He groaned as he freed his erection, the tip leaking of precum as he began to stroke himself. Anticipation ran through me and left as quickly as it came. He lips left my chest as his hand remained around my neck. “Look at me, baby,” he whispered, wetting my panties even further. My eyes fluttered open, licking my lips and taking a breath, I moved my eyes to meet his.

And time stopped.

My shorts were pulled down, flung somewhere neither he, nor I, cared about. My breath quickened as he lined himself against my hole, grinding against my clit slightly and working my legs even farther apart. His forehead met mine as I clutched his biceps through his thin, white dress shirt. His eyes focused on mine as he pushed in, the feeling of intrusion hitting so deep within me that I couldn’t help but to close my eyes, the pleasure immediately making me arch my back and curl my toes against his waist.

He began his thrusts slow, breathing me in and out as his hips worked against mine. Moans flew from my mouth as he gripped my thighs, removing his hand from my neck and holding my legs open so that I was spread bare in front of him.

“Fuck, I missed you baby, did you miss me?” He groaned as he continued to thrust into me, his pace keeping steady and hitting every inch within me, making my mind go blank. My moans became uncontrollable as he continued to thrust upward, hitting my spot over and over again, my fingers gripping the edge of the island and his biceps.

His pace grew relentless, pounding into my pussy over and over again causing me to throw my head back, “answer me.” Iwaizumi loved to have his way. He continued his rough pace, my head thrown back and mouth open, moans flying out as though it was the only noise I could make. His thumb found my clit, rubbing slow circles as he slammed into me, unforgiving as though he was punishing me for not responding how he wanted during out first encounter.

My defiance showed, I refused to answer him and his assault on my clit only grew, fast pace meeting rapid circles, all making my head dizzy at the pleasure coming from how deep he was hitting my spot. My moans grew louder, “too much, Iwa,” I whined, not being able to say anything else, or even remember anything else. “You can take it, tell me, did you miss me?” He was relentless.

I shook my head as the pleasure continued to build, the strain of my nipples against my cami while my back continued to arch into his chest, the bucking of my hips into his own. His hands lifted my hips, slightly, changing the feel of everything. It was sudden, Iwa was now hitting my spot over and over, sucking on my neck while continuing to groan against my skin.

My moans were loud and heavy as my grip tightened on his biceps, “oh, yes I missed you, fuck, I missed you so much, Iwa,” I moaned, but eyes closing as my stomach knotted tightly. My toes curled against the counter, my breathing quickened and my eyebrows furrowed as my hole began clenching around him.

“I missed you so much baby,” Iwa groaned as he kissed my neck, “cum for me baby, let me feel how much you missed me.” His talk into your ears did nothing to quench the fire in the pit of my stomach. The eyes squeezed even tighter as the knot in my stomach began to tighten, my back arching and my breasts feeling the warmth of his chest. My breath hitched in my chest as I came undone under his sweet nothings, his grip on my body becoming so tight as he filled me with all of him.

“I wont hurt your feelings again, I promise.” And His kiss would seal his promise to me.

#omg i love iwa #haikyu smut #haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi smut #mention of oikawa but hes not actually in the fic #teach me how to tag lol #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 writer

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