#Chubby reader

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

my favorite fucking trope is chubby!reader living your life completely oblivious to the fact that the literal man of your dreams is in love with you and you're none the wiser.

like - you just traipse through life like "well he wouldn't like me back so it's wtv" all nonchalant and shit while the poor man is literally falling over himself trying to get it through your head that HEYYY that's not right??? i'm literally in love with you??? i worship the ground you walk on???? i'll do whatever you want????

and bless your heart, you see every single time he tries to hit on you as an act of kindness:

"awww, he got me (insert fav food here) cus i said i was hungry, what a nice guy!"

"he complimented my outfit! he must've liked the color of my shirt!"

"wow, he seems to be zoning out a lot, i hope he's okay!" (he's been staring at your lips for the past five minutes)

and he just... doesn't know what to do to make you see what he sees.

like you're so gorgeous and funny and why wouldn't he like you??

he's convinced that if he were to stand in front of you and tell you he loves you, you'd be like, "I love you too! you're such a good friend!"

(which has happened before and a little part of him died inside)

it literally takes him everything in his power to make you realize his feelings, and you just stand there for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots over the past few months, and all you can come up with is a small, dumb, "oh."

lord give him the strength.

[szarina]

Hi I really like you yandare! Zayne so much and I kinda want to know what would happen if yandare! Zayne getting jealous.

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. jealousy + hints of possessiveness

“How's the married life with Zayne?”

A man about the same as your husband's height had joined besides you but the similarities ends there. A glass of champagne in his hand and you were bit distracted at the bubbles fizzing in his drink before your sight drifting to look at his face.

This charity event was meant for patient care especially children that at such a young age is being ravaged by diseases. A crystal chandelier were hung in the middle of the room and waiters passing by like ghosts with trays of refreshments for the guests.

“Excuse me?” You slowly stepped to the side.

“Apologies, where's my manners.” He chuckles to himself. Forgetting himself in front of his former junior and laboratory partner's wife. “I'm Carter. Zayne's former senior while we were in Skyhaven.” He raised his hand for you to take.

Hesitating, you take his hand of your husband's former classmate and firmly shakes it. You thought it was formalities until he leans down and pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles. Surprised at the sudden gesture you withdrew your hand, the slight twitch giving it a result of nervousness and covering the awkwardness. You couldn't be so more obvious.

The corners of his mouth lift into a smile. The kind of smile that is knowing and he was enjoying every second of your reaction and it left a rather distasteful feeling to yours.

You were starting to wish Zayne was already done after being taken away by Dr. Noah for related research studies in the development of a treatment for the rising cases of heart diseases and being the guest of honor of this gala. He could have refused it but with his reputation and profession and a rather personal reason. It was your first time to be introduced in this white coats and charity event as his wife.

This man, Carter — gave you the creeps. It was rather blatant to ask you first of your marital life with your husband instead of greetings. You don't judge but you heard stories, a fallout with this man and your husband. Zayne was more compassionate with his work and a selfless one — doing more for the masses gain rather than his own. There's still exceptionalities to be considered.

“I apologize for the rather personal question. It's not like I would have known that Zayne had settled down and a surprise that it was you.” You can hear the amusement in his voice with a hint of smugness. “His hidden treasure. I thought he's going to end up with her. I guess not.”

A rather triumphant smirk appeared on his face at your reaction. This man was rather sadistic and was enjoying your visible discomfort and knows what buttons to push when getting on someone's nerves.

“Such a waste, rotting and failing to thrive in his presence. You could have bloomed in someone's arms rather than his.” The words were rather unbelievable and was spoken with such confidence like he was implying that you were much better with him than your husband.

He takes a sip of his champagne. He was about to speak when a voice interrupts.

“Carter.” Zayne greets him emotionless. A formality but you can feel the weight of his words. Your husband rests his hand in the small of your back. Holding you in a firm grip like he was telling you he got this. Your husband presses you to his side.

“Zayne.” Carter expresses with a grin. His gaze raking your plush figure and it didn't escape the watchful gaze of the cardiac surgeon.

“She's beautiful, what a shame she's married to you. She can do much better.” Carter started, trying to get a rise from your husband. It wasn't enough cause when you glanced there's only the same stoic expression on his face but his eyes tells another different story.

A dark cloudy kind of gaze swirls around those sharp hazel green eyes of his. Flickering in the gold tints of his eyes. “Is that so?” His voice flat. No amusement hinted nor challenging his words for he doesn't care and it doesn't matter. His opinion were equivalent to a discarded surgical gloves. Unnecessary and filthy.

Carter scoffs, amused. He was about to say something but was stopped by Zayne. “Have a good night, Carter. My wife and I need to be left alone.”

Carter just tips his champagne like he was asking for a toast before leaving. You breath a sigh of relief and was meet with your husband's gaze.

“Are you alright?” He says in the same calculated voice.

“Yes.” You answered and his silence greeted you before whisking you to dance in the middle of the ballroom. Where guests with their plus ones had curtsied them for a dance.

He discreetly scans the sea of crowd before his gaze had landed on you. His wife — that can rather be clueless about her surroundings and is a magnet for men who wanted her.

Zayne pulls you closer to him. His hand resting on the small of your back while the the other holds your hand. A simple waltz in the middle of the dance floor. His eyes never leaving yours. He's troubled when he looks at you like that but held the softness and the darkness in those eyes of his.

“What did he say?” He asks. Studying the slightest falter in your rounded face.

“Asked how's the married life with you.” You murmur. “And?” He continued. “Said that he thought you're going to end up with her.” Your voice drops into a whisper and your gaze lower. You can feel the familiar stinging of the hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Of course, they always thought it was her and even with this marriage and the offsprings you had with him.

“He's wrong. She doesn't matter.” He gently lifts your chin with his index finger. Forcing you to meet his gaze. Assuring you that she was no longer part of her life and it was you that holds his heart.

Putting your feelings aside to her. “Carter said that I was better if I was with someone else and not you.” You revealed and you can see the sudden tensing of his jaw and his darkening.

“He speaks of nonsense. He's unworthy.” The coldness of his voice is enough to send shivers down your spine.

“You're not better with someone else. You're mine. I'm the only one who can love you. Protect you.” It was a silent declaration coming from him and you believed him.

It wasn't insecurity but a threat of someone who was trying to worm in your life. As if he will let them. No one's deserves you except for him. He only belongs to you and you belong to him.

“Zayne, everyone's looking.” You whispered. Your back facing his chest and you can feel his breath fanning in your nape. “Let them see.” He answers and presses a chaste kiss to your nape. Shivers creeping up on you at the contact.

Affection in public wasn't his kind of thing but when a time comes like this, when it's not enough even when you're by his side. A kiss is enough from him to show that you are his and nobody would dare to question it.

[hannahdalaney-blog]

His favorite color

Anthony Bridgerton x plus-size reader

warnings: 18+‼️, fingering, dry humping, kissing, fem reader.

// Anthony fingers you in his study

Anthony loves you in every color but his heart drops when you wear his favorite. Whether it's light or dark he loves you in purple. The color bouncing off your skin making you glow. He liked to think you wore that color just for him. Like somehow you knew he loved you in it.

Which you did, you could see the clench in his fist and twitch in his eye. It was hard to miss when he made it so obvious. Always leading you to a space where you could be alone.

"You look lovely today." his whispered tone shooting straight up your spine.

"I know" you tease, he lead you to his study. Pushing you against a wall and running his hands up and down your arms. His touch was light as his face inched closer to yours.

"How did get such a beautiful wife?" his lips came to ghost over yours. Anthony always made the mood turn sultry within the hour of laying his eyes on you. You figured it was a man thing, they seemed to always be in a mood.

"As I remember, my love. You scared off all my other suiters." you laugh. His smile never leaving as he kissed you, a needy kiss. Anthony was always needy for you.

"I do not regret." you felt his smile against your lips. Bracing your hands on his shoulders as his lips attack yours. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, you opened your mouth and Anthony pushed his tongue in, licking into you.

You slide your hands up to grab his neck tilting him so you can kiss him a little deeper. You were never shy about your lust for him just as he wasn't shy about his lust for you. Anthonys hands turned you around, pushing your back against his desk, not breaking the kiss once. He groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding down your gown. Your own hands tangled in his hair pulling just enough to make him groan again.

You felt the warmth of his hands hook around the backs of your thighs, lifting you to sit on the desk. A gasp quietly left your mouth, pulling back to scold your brave husband.

"Anthony!" you swat at his arm, "im not nearly light enough for you to do that!" both your hands now gripped the edge of the desk, legs opening enough for him to slide in the space.

"I think you are, and I just did it so.. im right" he held a wicked smirk, eyes shining, lips puffy.

"Still, you should be carful." your voice was softer, there was no point in trying to say he is wrong, he never thought he was wrong.

"I promise darling" he leaned in giving you a small peck before dropping his lips to your neck.

Opening his mouth to suck at you pulse point, you tilted your head giving him all the access he would need. He scrunched up your gown enough to slide his hand beneath the layers. Your breath hitched when he cupped the warmth of your sex, his lips dancing across your collar bones. As a lady this would be quite the scandal but as Anthony's wife it was an everyday occurrence.

He pushed your legs open even more as you slide to the edge of his desk, the wood digging into your thighs. His thumb stroked your clothed clit pulling a little moan out your mouth.

"your so pretty" he mumbled, bringing his face up to look into your eyes. His pupils blown out with lust a shine in them you see every time he looks at you, like he was looking at the moon or a flower.

"Anthony.." it came out breathless, almost a whine. He pushed your garments to the side finally sliding his fingers through your sick folds. You gasped grabbing at his shoulders to anchor you, the sound of your heat reaching your ears.

He didn't look away from your face, watching is twist as you felt him circle your clit. It wasn't his first time touching you but he always amazed by how wet you get, for him. Hearing the lewd noise of your slick soaking his fingers. Your mouth parts in such a cute way it sends a pang straight to his cock. He was practically grinding against the edge of his desk, trying to feel any kind of friction.

You moaned, rocking your hips against his hand, lost in the lust. His rough fingers speeding up, your thighs twitch, fingers digging into his shoulder. His hips rocking against the edge of the desk, biting back a moan in the back of his throat. He was so desperate to get you off first, feel you come undone.

"don't stop, don't stop" you gasped out in-between moans, grinding down against his hand. He loved watching you snap, the squeeze of your thighs, furrow in your brow.

With one last loud moan you shudder, back arching into him. Hips faltering as you ride out your high, Anthony rutted into the wood, his mouth finding your neck once again, moaning into your skin. Sliding your hands in his hair sent shivers down his spine, his seed spilling in his pants. The warmth of his hand was lost as he leaned back palming his softening cock.

Your chest heaving, giving him a loose smile, like your the one who dragged him into his study. He gave you a small chuckle, glancing down at your bunched up gown and exposed legs.

"you wore that on purpose didn't you?" he slid his hands down the fabric, dropping it back over your legs. You shrugged ,back straightening, you slide your warm hands down his arms.

"I don't know what you're referring to" you smirk.

[choco-bites]

Just...imagining a Yandere!Bully with a Fem!Chubby!Reader

notes: just getting this out of my head, any spelling mistakes plz let me know:) warnings: fatphobia, dacryphilia, toxic dynamics, not much is said about the reader but hates the yandere.

Yandere!Bully who looked at you with disgust after coming back from vacation.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Yandere!Bully who used to bully you to the point of making you cry and forcing you to do whatever he wanted. He loved doing it, it satisfied him — until now, when he can’t help but observe you from a distance and finds you even more annoying than usual.

Now, running into you means getting completely distracted by your body, which looks so fucking soft that just cornering and pushing you around no longer feels like enough — and that pisses him off.

Yandere!Bully who absolutely hates the way you dress. Fuck, are you not aware of your figure? The way that skirt rides up in the back, and how stupid you are for not noticing. He was this close to yelling at you to change those damn thigh-high socks, the way they seemed to spill the flesh of your thighs makes him lose his mind.

Yandere!Bully who used to see you only as an easy target, someone to vent on. Sometimes you crossed his mind, but not like now — not like when he's trying to fall asleep and can’t get your chubby little face out of his head, or the times he stared too long at your chest while cornering you.

Yandere!Bully who thought that by bullying you even harder, he’d get you out of his head — that he’d finally feel satisfied. God, how wrong he was.

When tears roll down your face again, it feels completely different now: his stomach turns and his chest tightens. He never really thought much about being the reason behind your crying before. But now, with your wrists pinned to the wall after he insulted you, he’s way too aware of it. And he loves it.

Now, Yan!Bully is crueler than ever, pinching your skin and leaving marks so hard that your beautiful tears appear again from the pure pain — and that’s when he stops.

Yan!Bully who once insulted you in front of his friends, and one of them join in — and a rage he had never felt before flooded his entire being. He was supposed to be agreed with that— after all, he lives to torment you — but all he did was punch his friend in the face.

And on one of those sleepless nights because of you, he thought maybe — just maybe — he had always been a little in love with you.

"Fuck that. I’d never be with someone like her" he thought uselessly, trying to shake those thoughts away.

Until the next morning, when Yan!Bully sees you talking to another guy, smiling and laughing at whatever he’s saying. That strange feeling of rage returns — and being who he is, he simply walks over, grabs you, and pulls you away.

"From now on, you’re mine. Got it, idiot?"

[beloveds-embrace]

Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-

Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…

Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.

Never too heavy for me, doll.

[rissouu]

bully!gojo who made your college experience a living hell. anytime he saw you walking down the crowded halls best believe your books and anything else in hand was thrown to the floor. don’t even think about asking why he did it because he didn’t even know himself.

“seriously gojo?” you looked at him with a broken frown, tears threatening to fall as you fished to pick your books up. “im already having a shitty day, do you always have to make it worse?”

your words hit him a little harder than intended. it’s not like he meant to be such a pain in your ass, but how else would he get a word out of you?

he cornered you near the dorms one time, you’d thought he was going to attack you or something. so imagine your surprise when the satoru gojo asked you out instead..

he told you about the true reasons he targeted you, and how it was all an act because he was too much of a wuss to communicate. hell, he even told you about all the guys he ran off when they got too close to you.

but that was 6 years ago— now you laid in his bed with an 20-carat diamond ring on your finger, and two toddlers latching onto the warmth of your leg.

drool dripped down the sides of your husband’s mouth, leaking onto your neck as he slept soundly on your chest. gojo was so pretty when he slept that you almost couldn’t believe he was real sometimes.

you planted soft kisses on his cheek, maybe three (or four).. who knows. when it came to gojo everything was irresistible, you realized you might’ve been just as obsessed as he was.

bully!gojo who was never really your bully, but rather your shy secret admirer.

[monstersholygrail]

snow leopard got me feeling some type of way, I SWEAR WHAT DO YOU PUT IN YOUR STORIES?

He’s got me feeling some type of way too!!! I’m actually just so obsessed and down bad for these types of characters. Like he’s so experienced and yet out of everyone he chooses reader. While he can also use his experience on readerrrrr.

Which he most definitely does, he uses all his tips and tricks in order to make reader feel the most pleasure possible. Also why he was so surprised they weren’t very vocal bc he knows what he’s doingggg.

But he doesn’t regret his past at all. He loves the attention he got he just loves reader even more. Plus he likes to think that all his past experiences were just training for when he finally found you.

Now he’s gonna put all his training to the test and he won’t stop until he’s made it to the big time, the big O.

[lllunaverde]

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Problems rose after you let Professor Nanami had his way with you that none of you wanted to resolve.

DEFAULT TAGS: BYI / BYR❕I WRITE AND SUPPORT DARK CONTENT, THIS WORK IS NOT DARK, THIS TAG IS ONLY A WARNING TO NOT DISAPPOINT IF YOU DON'T LIKE SUCH OR AN ANTI || anyone is welcome to read my works but all my y/n / readers are afab, fat / plus size / chubby and of color, always. whether it's heavily described in my works or not.

CW: 9k words. heavy nsfw. reader is 25 years old. nanami is in his late thirties. inspired from X | X by @szarina

NOTES: reposting my old works with a bit of tweaks.

©lllunaverde, may 2023

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Nanami has been through some shit, he really has been. Piles of works, sure. Dealing with people, sure. Deadlines that he sometimes rushed to meet, students he had to deal with, putting up with them because he wants to, not because it's his job, but still he wants to be a good teacher to them even when his work is currently shit.

But to see you at the back of his class, hiding, avoiding him, ignoring him—was torture.

Nanami, of course, had to what he does; teach. Write on the board like he didn't almost write an explicit word because he was thinking of the time he had you wreathing on his desk. Speak of what he wrote and fight the urge to look at you. Read the remaining bits of his lesson in the book he holds, like his voice is not threatening to crack from how he was recalling how you taste, your cum that he drunk so well. His nerves so high, he had to stop his reading midway, loosening his tie while clearing his throat.

To top it all off, what you wore today is a tight fitted and high wasted jeans, a long sleeved turtleneck. You were hiding, he can clearly tell, how can he not? But of course, that didn't stop your own body to show itself; ample thighs, round hips, belly rolls and round shoulders were hugged so well by the stretchy fabrics. He had a good sight of it when you walked into class, though ignoring him, no less.

You were hiding, afraid, frankly it was still all too distracting and yet it bothers him that you were hiding.

Fucking hell, yes, it really was a torture. So that's why his class ended fifteen minutes too early. A win for everybody, of course, they fled with no complaints or even questions like children excited for recess. And with you; being at the back of the class and having an idea where this was going, you hurried as well, though subtly, well you tried to be. Pulse suddenly all raised as you noticed the room was already cleared.

Nanami stood there leaning his waist back on his table, eyeing you as you just gathered your things and started to walk the stairs. Adorable, he thinks. And such a good student you always were, hands fill with books and other things. He can't let you out of his room without having any resolve.....well, whatever resolve he deemed it to be.

Your eyes only on the ground as you knees and feel the man was staring at you with such gaze that you knew it'll make you want to just fall down on the stairs. As you stepped down on the last step.

"Y/N." Nanami called. Stopping you before you could take a turn. Eyes still on the ground, a view of his polished shoes, clutching your things so tightly on your chest as he stepped away from the desk. "Put your bag and all of those on my desk." He spoke, walking away to lock the door as you heard.

Why did he have such a hold over you? How could you just let him stop you from walking away? Allowing yourself to let him, it was undeniable. Were you that weak or he's that strong?

But if anything, you couldn't be possibly be blamed for it, even if you do blame yourself—because afterall....you've always found your eyes on your professor lingering ever since the first time you stepped foot in his class.

For a simple person you are, seeing a man as he is—you looked. But of course, too much you did and left you in a predicament. Where you found yourself having a smile as you got ready for the day and on the way to campus until that smile went wider when you reached the class you're most looking forward to having. Your heart leaping when he walks in, your back straightening with your smile you tried to keep down, and with your mind that tried its best to focus. Slick you were with showing that you're focused by asking questions that he always answered fluidly.....and because of that, you let yourself indulge that he was maybe too eager to answer you, mind imagining things that a naive person would only do.

And that you were, too naive, too indulged in your own world that you didn't notice he was indulging himself as well. Too naive to not see he had already seen you sighing a smile with your chin on your palm, to not see he held amusement and smugness in his eyes and to not see yourself would be sprawled out beneath his tongue.

Reluctantly, you followed. Still, your eyes are only to his shoes as he walks back to you until the distance ceased to exists. Nanami felt guilty for feeling powerful above your anxious figure, really he did, but the tent growing in him would say otherwise, you could say that was what he was most guilty about.

He holds your chin, soft his touch was as he turns your face up to him. From the calmness of his eyes were, you had your answer, he really is strong, and you were nothing of that within his presence. "Did you not want what happened yesterday?"

Let's be honest, who wouldn't want their fucking hot professor's tongue deep inside them?

"...I...I wanted it..." You couldn't lie.

Relief fills him but there's a few things that remains. "And do you regret it?"

You gulped, hands unclenching and clenching, unsure of the answer. But you spoke before he could, "I'm...I'm scared."

There was many things you could be scared of. His furrowed expression turns soft, another hand of his goes to your waist, caressing it. "Of what?"

How could he be so cruel? You were naive, you realized that, but not too much that you hadn't seen his desire and nothing more. How opposite you feel.

Indeed, there are many things you're scared of; getting found out that you affiliated yourself with the esteemed professor and all that comes after the dreadful happening, of allowing yourself to have his way with you. But most of all, you were scared because you're already feeling for him. How stupid you are.

And surprisingly to you, some anger brews in you because how cruel he really could be? Being so gentle and attentive while backing up what he only truly needs.

You shake your head gently, the hold on your chin gone, your eyes turning away from him, putting your hand over his on your waist to refrain his hold that was weakening you. "I don't...I don't know.." It turns out you could lie.

Nanami only kept you in place by sliding his free arm to your hips and he leans down. "Do you want this?" Filling up his needs, whatever that may be.

But if he had seen you having a dreamy look before then it's not too much of a stretch that he can say he knows what bothers you. He's not blind, however aloof he seemed to be, in fact it's quite the opposite, actually—that's why he had and took the chance to swept you off your feet.

Nonetheless, he's still a man, despite that he resents such a person would do....he's still a man; weak to his desires. And afterall....you'd benefit off of it as well, no?

What a bastard he truly was. You felt played. But were you really played or you're just that naive? The notion still stands. As your eyes was on his chest, you washed the anger presenting itself by replacing them with nothingness. Had enough of showing too much. Needless to say, you can't deny that you want what he was asking, no matter how shallow it is, no matter how irritated you are. You still want him.

You meet his waiting gaze but even so with your decision, you couldn't answer.....rather you refused to give him that satisfaction. So you give it to him by locking your lips to his.

Nanami sighs, tensed muscles easing as he mirrors your actions; sloppy and fleeting kisses while his hands roams to your thighs before his arms hooked underneath to carry you to put you on his table. Glad that you laid your things just on the side. He hums a guttural sound as you raked his hair, pulling on them while he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him on your hips, your legs locked onto his back.

You dip slightly and he follows forward. His defined and hard body against your soft one, his suffocated cock on your cunt, you feel how hard and big it is that it was so easy to grind on it. Sending a shocking pressure to both of you, your moans being swallowed by one another. Nanami thrusts to you, meeting your moving hips, your jeans just riding up tightly, allowing you both to feel your heats just more. Lips not breaking away but only tongues dancing together, his hands now on your ass to help you assault his cock more and with yours on the sides of his neck, fingers digging on them.

The kiss was turning sloppier; lips dripping with drool while your heads bobs up and down just to meet each other's lips. But your pace underneath was getting hurried, Nanami's pelvis was now hitting your sex like a damn nail, moving no different from how he'd move to drill his cock into your cunt, making you falter but that didn't deter him and just surprised you with his strength by pulling your weight upward so he could ground his cock more onto you. Your things making noise as it moved along with you two. Lips not on each other anymore but you're just dazed with your head a little thrown back while he only trails wet kisses all over your face, finding yourselves nearing the edge.

Tired and aching muscles, you still grind against him weakly while he's still fucking strong as ever. With the strength you can muster, you clenched your limbs onto him as he rutted again, making him stop and clamped down onto you as well. He kept his sinful groan with pursed lips, but even so, by how deep the rumble in his chest was--it made no difference. You came both at the same time, your head now deeply laid back in the air while his is buried in your shoulder. Bodies all tense but still slowly moving to ride the high, essence spilling out, soiling your underwears, continued sounds from both of you.

Still in a trance despite that his high came down, Nanami began to explore you, hands kneading on what he can while he goes to your lips, holding the back of your head with his big hand as the other just continued to grope you. Loving how pliant your flesh was against the fabrics. And you, out of it the moment you came, was surprised to say the least. Barely able to keep up with how needy he was and just as when you were about to call him, his phone rang; telling that his class has truly ended fifteen minutes prior, an alarm that you were familiar with because sometimes he gets carried away and lose track of time.

But of course, he just continued bombarding you with his kissing and groping. You knew if you didn't stop him, there was a chance he'd have you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out, there was no doubt in you that he had thought of that before. The thought made you flinched your fingers tightly to him.

"Sir," you called and to no avail just sealed your lips with his. If it weren't for the severity of the situation and new found opposing feeling for him you'd laugh of how needy he was. You pulled away and yes, he follows but just to your face again, and how fucking glad you were that you're wearing a turtleneck for by now if not, you'd be full of marks.

Nanami fucking grinds himself to you again and for the first time, you let out his name, "Kento," in a moan it came out that you didn't intend to but it broke him out as he stilled. How great it came out from your mouth, and only then he realized your moans earlier were nothing but just incoherent sounds, what a waste it was. He'd have you say his name soon enough, to cry it.

The ringing of his phone was stopped as he turned it off, not even taking his eyes off you as he did after he sat you properly. Heaving breaths you controlled as you take your eyes down, not wanting to see his hazy gaze, see how satisfied he was. Instead you closed your eyes and leaned your forehead to his, while he rubs your thighs softly. "...I should get going," you muttered almost breathless, before you could look up to him, he pulled you by the waist to put you down gently and then you looked up to him after. Taking your hands off of him and tried your best to stop your limbs from trembling. And a mistake you thought it was for he puts a hand on your face, fingers gently rubbing the skin, "Hmm...yes, take care." He mutters too airy, eyes nonchalant again but the way he held it was soft.

There he fucking goes again with his cruelty. You wonder how he wields what he will and you wonder if it was your or his fault that your tears fall as you walked out of his classroom, feeling so stupid, that you know how he was taking advantage of what you hold for him and you resent yourself for relishing in the pleasure. Whatever was left with your pride, it made shame come crawling though you.

Nanami....he was, of course in a different spot......God, what desperation can do to a man....the sounds of prevention mute to his ears and just wanted to continue, the ending envisioned with you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out. If it weren't for you calling his name, he would have risk it.

Yet no shame in him, no guilt he can feel that course in his veins, no anything but the rush of aftermath....and that again, he was guilty of. He sighed, exhaling deeply as he crossed his arms, heads up--he'll have to go clean himself up first before another class begins.

The day went on with minds trying not to be distracted.

And to say you both are right now....was an understatement.

A day has passed after what went yesterday, a day with you avoiding him again despite that you didn't have a class with him, taking all the directions that you were sure of to not cross paths with him, nor even give him a glimpse of your existence far away. A day with you reflecting on your mistakes actions, of what you hold for him. From how you thought nothing of anything but it as you went along with your day, you'd say it took you somewhere, at least.

What more could be said? You like him. Till now, you've imagined how his smile was and how you know it'll make your heart skip a beat. An aspect that made the man more appealing to you, as much as daft you feel for that notion....some would agree, anyway.

....Yes, you like him....enough for you to have some peace with the unspoken agreement you both made. Swallowing your shame rather than pride, you agreed upon yourself to see through the end of what you've done. Newfound vigor to not be let down by your hurting ego. Because after all, what could you lose if you do this? Dignity, reputation, pride, or even degree to make it worse--but hey, the man you like persuaded you to form a no strings attached, as you deemed it to be, anyway--so how could you turn down such an offer?

Be it absurdity or even sad, you'd take what you can get. It's not like the man will have something to put you both in a situation, more than you already both are in.

Distracted you both are right now. Still and again, you're at the back. Nanami was different though, he's not faltering, nor even steal a glances toward you. Instead he was himself, where he spoke fluidly, eyes roaming over his students and of course, to you.

You chuckled to yourself, how could you have missed that? That his gaze was always laced with threatening facade that no one could miss but he played off well. And......no student of his nor the people in the university would even comprehend the thought of the said professor to have your panty still with him. Yeah, that thought was quite hard to forget ever since you realized. "Bastard." You muttered under your breath that hitched when your gazes met again. Immediately though swiftly, you ducked your head on the desk under your arms, feeling caught because you knew he saw what you said and the little quirk of his lips said so. Sure to have some consequence after.

And Nanami was more than pleased to deliver said consequences.

You were the last one remaining again in the room, silence stood still as you walk down the stairs and up until you pass him by his desk, with him just standing against it, but not until he caught your wrist, taking you back to him swiftly, a soft gasp out from you.

"Bastard, huh?" Nanami spoke, encircling his arms on your waist after he took your bag and things from you, putting it on his chair, then yours crawls to his chest so as your eyes to his. Immediately being surrounded by his strong scent of musk, trying not to relish it in the way it can show.

"You disagree?" You dared and it was worth it because you pulled a reaction from him, though only a raise of eyebrows and twitch of his lips, it was new, and amusing.

His surprised in reason was because what you just did was new as well, the same when he saw you utter the word, and now seeing hesitations gone in your eyes. He isn't complaining though.

He nod his head, passing by your question. He rather agrees to it but he won't say it out lout, at least. "You avoided me again yesterday," he states as a matter of fact. Not that he's bothered, really, he's just.....curious, the one that grew every time he walks the same direction he always does that makes him see you but didn't. And with how you are at the moment, it added to it.

You nod, trying not to let flattery or even a little of hope creep in by his words that confirmed for him to notice what you did. "Yes, well....I needed to think." Loosening his tie to open a bit of his well neatly buttoned collar.

He just looks at you, urging to go on. And you laughed lightly, your head falling to his chest.....he didn't need to know all that, even when he seems to want to know about it. "I think....that the door is still unlocked."

Some reminder to keep you steady.

And whatever Nanami thought it was, it's good enough for him because you're back in his arms. He smirked, dipping his head down to you, "We can fix that." He seeked your lips with his, your hands clasping together above his nape and you gasped in surprise as he walks forward while you were forced yourself to do so backwards.

He didn't let you tore off your mouth from him but just continued to kiss you vigorously, his palms going down to squeeze your ass as he guided you to where the door was. Adrenaline pumps high with the possibility of being caught, it tripled when Nanami backs you gently against it with a thud and he locks it.

He stands in between your opened legs, feeling his hard on against your heat as he was now slightly crouching down to meet your arched figure. Glad he was with your chosen attire; a loose shirt that's tucked in your short pencil skirt. Easily giving him access to let his hands roam up to your ass, the skirt riding up while he finally leaves your lips alone and went down to your exposed neck. Your hands goes to his hair, knowing how he likes it to be caressed and you did nothing but that as he gave a sweet attention to your soft flesh down, tempted to leave a mark.

Letting his desire win again, as he had the second to contemplate it while he just trails his wet lips on the skin--he had the time and what a loss it would be if he just left it untainted. So that's why your lips are pursed now because he's sucking on the right side of your neck while you're moving your hips slightly, feeling his cock move against your thinly covered cunt. Nanami grunts on your flesh, a harsh squeeze to your ass cheek, then he sinks his teeth on you, the abundant flesh engulfs his mouth, rolling his tongue above all the while he continues to suck--it had your mouth fall open.

"Sir," you moaned. So fucking relieved that you didn't utter his name this time, a line you know that's meant something. Nanami, too busy for the notion to cross his mind, was only pleased to hear you so he continues while you do yours as well, firing both of your heats with the grinding of your hips, that is.

Figuring that he did enough, Nanami pulls away to see what he did; a visible and wide enough of a mark that no one is to miss, your glistening skin with sweat and panting self, hooded eyes to him and still slightly moving hips. Satisfied he already is, he huffs down to you, pushing the leg between you further that made you gasp and arched up, fingers clasping up to his suit. "Should we continue?" he asked, already knowing the answer but just wanted to taunt you, he can't help it, not when he has you this eager.

You only hum, fluttering eyes, already lost, and you just let yourself be--better than be awake and see how smug he looks while you're weak. But he only taunts you more.

"Answer me." Demanded he. Knowing he won't let up, you gained some strength, your hand reaches to his tie and tug it to pull him closer again. "Yes," you weakly said and that was the only thing he wanted to hear.

Nanami hums as he hooked his arms under your thighs, your back straightened with holding onto his neck. Staring at each other as he carried you to his desk, unfazed by how he effortlessly he took you and just admired how pretty he looked with his blonde hair starting to stick with sweat, running your fingers through them now and beads of sweat falling on his face, fogged glasses, how red his ears and cheeks was. As he put you down, you took his glasses off, the chance finally allowing you to look at his unguarded eyes. Barely able to grasp the reality of being in front of your disheveled and flushed professor, once again. At least with your resolves bound agreed to you.

Nanami can see through how you're gazing at him, to say the very least....he was taken aback by it. Far from amusement now but just intrigue. And he needs to steer the other way before anything. He took his glasses from your hands and hooked it on his collar, then took off his suit, smoothly throwing it back on his chair, before he cuffed up the sleeves on his wrists properly; how you always found that action too attractive.

Breathless you were by his mere actions as he eyes you down before going down to your lips. You sigh into the kiss even when it was brisk and so needy, he dips you down lightly with a hand of his on your back and the other unbuckling his belt. Nanami explored in your mouth until he pulls away, gently laying you down on the wide and long enough desk, pulling once on your legs to angle you closely better to him, legs tightly clinging to his sides with your flat dolls hoes still in tact to your feet, skirt riden up to your waist, exposing your thighs and of course, your panty to him.

You stare up at the man and as the waistband of his pants fall a little, your eyes went down as he palms himself over his fitted boxer, seeing how packing he was, your lips parted, breath hitching as you were quite scared. He chuckled a little and rubs your thigh, "I won't hurt you," he spoke reassuringly. He may be a bastard but not so much, so he has to calm his nerves down when he feels how wet you are as his hand goes to your heat, slick leaking through your cotton underwear, just as he took off your panty short. Large and thick fingers massage your slit through the fabric.

"Sir....I-" you let out quite loudly, chest rising up and down. By your eyes, hesitating voice and your hands that tries to reach his wrist, he knew what you wanted to say--and fuck, some disgusting urge he shakes away because otherwise, he would have let loose and destroy your virgin cunt.

Nanami breathes from his mouth, not stopping his rubbing with your clothing mound, "I know, I know.." he coos, his other hand going up above your waist, feeling the belly rolls and up to your breasts, fondling them. Overwhelmed already by his ensuring actions, a hand of yours went to his that was fondling you, squeezing it while he took off your panties and laid it beside you.

You pursed your lips so hard as you knew what was next when he cups your mound. A kept sound echoes out of you once he lined one finger in your entrance. It'll be a tight fit, he thought with how your cunt was already spasming on his one finger--it makes his cock throb more, feeling his slick leaking out. "Easy.....easy," he mumbles when you gasped and squeezed his hand you were holding so hard as he slid in the finger further.

Deep and slow breaths you make to soothe yourself though with how he's looking down at you, it only helps so little--and he just adds another finger, "Shit-" you hissed. Twitching, he guided down his hand you're still holding onto for dear life to your belly, pressing down on it, "You're doing well."

If he keeps on speaking like that while looking at you, his strong digits sliding in your walls, no less--you'd lose whatever cogs remains in your brain.

Hummed moans rumbles from your pursed lips as his fingers stretches you gently, easily done by how wet you are and the way he's guiding you. Eyes rolling back to close your eyes and let him take his time with his fingers in you.

Nanami, despite how his boxer is already soiled, pulsing of his cock so strong that it battles against the beating of his heart—he only eyes you as his two fingers penetrates your cunt nice and easy. Almost unable to believe that he'd be fucking his student raw, a virgin, no fucking less. He's beginning to get dizzy at this point.

He then turns his slow pace a little bit faster, in and out they slide. "Ha," you continously pant as he find his fast rhythm, thick and long digits getting sucked in by your walls, eyes opened now while he's hurling his fingers again and again, hips bucking to move against them and he allows you--just as pleased you were eased already.

"God," you heaved breathily as you already feel your stomach was on a rollercoaster but with just added so much heat. By how deep he was plunging in your walls, how wide his big fingers were stretching you, and the fact that this was your first time as well, you knew you were close.

Nanami feels it, too—easy to know by how you're now scratching his hand you haven't let go, shallow rising of your stomach and your wavering grinding. He almost chuckled but he just smirked, turning his pace much more faster, "Sir!" you gasped but immediately covered your mouth, suddenly clenching all of you but he just continues to drive in and out his knuckles deep.

Wide and frantic gaze stares through his calm ones as fucks you by his fingers, the table was already creaking weakly. As his other hand was freed, he used that to rub over your clit, pushing you to your edge. "Mhgh-" eyes rolling back again as you let go. Squirting a little of your fluids with thick and white comes out of your cunt slowly, his colored cream shirt tainted a bit and unfortunately for you, his damn watch as well, though Nanami could care less about it but just watched you ride your orgasm and easing you through it. Shaking limbs that moves weakly to let the pressure stay while he gently massage your insides.

You moaned by your lips parting slightly when he takes out his fingers and the other goes to caress you, keeping you awake from your hazy state. Then you're humming as he cups your roaming head, keeping it still to make you look straight to him. You wonder how he could still ask what he asked when he's licking his fingers off of your cum by his tongue, "Should we continue?"

His calm voice only echoes in your ears but you didn't need to be told twice again, hypnotized with pleasure, and well....him. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, nodding, not caring how needy you must sound.

Nanami wastes no time to take down his boxers, springing his cock free, his red and wide tip that leaks with his pre. You gape at him, your head a little away up from the table, fully woken up and frankly, scared again. "I got you," he spoke firmly, rubbing your thighs to leading his one hand to caress your ever soaked heat. "Hmm?" He waits for you to utter at least something and you nod, though hesitantly. Enough for him. Because truthfully, he doesn't know how long he can wait more.

He strokes his length, making it dribble out more cum and he hums while he still rubs your mound. "I won't make it hurt, angel." Assured he and you nod again, the name somehow doubles the fluttering of your insides. The man above you who was entranced by your cunt which was smeared with your cum and clenching onto nothing, couldn't take it anymore and lines himself up to your slit. But he doesn't enter yet and instead slides his length against your folds, eliciting hisses and gasps from both of you.

"Fuck," you swore, your head instinctively falling back on the table, feeling his hard member rubs on you, your hands just fisted to your sides. Nanami yanked up your shirt, showing your soaked stomach and breasts underneath your bra, he'd bite and mark you up if only he had the chance at the moment. But he isn't complaining with what he's got now; his aching cock that massages itself on your fat cunt. Up and down again and again until a thin paddle of both your slicks is made on the floor, that he no doubts will just double later on.

Fucked out you already were and Nanami can't wait to see how you'd be once he finally gets to be in you, a few more firm thrust that he's doing right now and he knows he'll have you gushing out again and of course, he. With actually a hard and final thrust, hard that it truly contracted his thick and hard length against your mound, you gripped his sides by your legs so tight as you came. Nanami was no different, it had him clenched his knuckles on the table, up to his neck frozing as well as he reached his peak.

By now, his hair was much more wet and falling down to his head, dropping of sweat to you, and fuck--how greatly lewd he looks as he relished his high, head up to the cieling, showing his veiny neck, thanks to what you did earlier by loosening his tie that crippled his shirt now, cuffed up sleeves that hugged his muscled forearms so well, the expensive watch of his glimmering, his chest heaving.

What the hell did you got yourself into?

As he got back, he looks down to you, stroking his length once again, his curve straightening, lining the tip to your entrance, that much already makes you take a deep breath, your hands finding your thighs to dig into. "Relax, I got you," he says, his eyes sharpening a little, guiding his cock in with his hand to finally be in you though just the tip yet. Nanami's eye never left you even when you already were sucking the little bit of his length so tight, but just kept his attention to you, ears sharp to your little sounds, making sure you won't hurt even a little. "I got you..." He mumbles along with your whimpering, his other hand caressing your soft belly while he stilled as you ground yourself by finding where his hand was and held it.

Nanami opened his hand to hold yours properly, fingers clasped together; a little surprised by the action, he took that chance to move a little, your said hand twitched hardly on his as your thighs did. "Is that alright?" he asks after, the little added inch in you making you lightheaded already but by his firm yet gentle aura with his hand squeezing yours, is what soothes you greatly.

You nod tiredly with closed eyes, you hum a small 'yes' and he hums as well, lightly tugging on your hold to make your eyes open and look at him, which you do. You're both pulsing against one another, you feel it, so much; it's quite aching but not because of how it's hurting but because of how nicely he felt even with his thick length—your cunt just wanting for more.

Some luck you had. Desired as well by the man you like, even though it's not the same way as you think of each other....suppose it can count for something....with him being as your first time, no less. And how could you complain when he's being so gentle, patient to not hurt you, even though it was his wanted need that's put you here, he's patient to ease you first. If you didn't know any better then you could say that alone is making you fall for him more.....but you do.

You're not blaming yourself this time though.

And Nanami seemed to be patient, it truly looks like it, but believe that it has ran so thin ever since earlier. His needy cock that's being sucked so well by your cunt, only the tip and a few inch he's in and it's so much already but still not enough. What keeps the last thread of sanity that's holding his mind together is your glossy eyes, his hand that you keep on squeezing.....and your trust in him to keep his word. Because after all, he wouldn't want you to be scared again, run away from him and leave his need.

All the while your minds ran, Nanami was inching himself further little by little until he's halfway, relieving him some of his aching as your walls engulf him. "Mhmm, you're doing so good." Placid tone that he mumbles out lowly as he rocks his hips a bit. Another of your hand goes to where you're holding his, needing support from his girth that opens and continues to impale in you while you just let broken moans out.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart, we're almost there." You don't know how much more you can take by his mellow words, and you did your best to bear his heavy gaze while he was still going in. After for what it felt like for so long, Nanami finally found himself to the end of you, his pelvis directed so closely on your heat, his cock fully sheathed inside you, giving what he was deprived of for a while since he's taken a notice of you.

He sighs with closing his eyes as he turned up his head, basking in the warmth of your walls that spreads all over him, your little cries as a melody to his paradise. What a view it was, his chest that's seems to be constricted by the tight cloth clinging to his sweated flesh, curves of his muscles showing, that was rising up and down slowly by how deeply he was breathing--some pride manages to swell in you for it was you, well, rather your cunt that made him like that. But you can say the same with his cock that was impaling you.

Kneading your thigh, he looks at you, "See? You did so well, hmm?" You can only nod, tears falling to the side of your face. Any other time, you're sure you would have feel pathetic but no, he was anything but made you feel everything but it.

"I need to hear you speak, angel." Nanami spoke, his nod urging you on. You nod a bit frantically, licking your lips, "....Yes, yes...I'm okay," you say breathlessly.

Seeing how you are, that gives him grant to move again, he pulls back his hips, his length slowly following out and he sees how soaked it was, veins more visible. Then he goes in, slowly again, giving you time to still get used to him, seeing how your cunt was tightly pressing on his length, making him hissed with clenched teeth and jaw the second he was pulling out and your walls welcoming him in again. He continues to slowly drive in you, unable to believe that it didn't hurt even once despite that he was so big and long, just filling you up completely and warmly; all because he made sure of it.

Nanami's slow pace began to turn steady, his hand still on your thigh but just gripping it now, "Talk to me, sweetheart," he says, and you wonder how is his voice still firm like that.

You try to bite off the shy away in speaking of what he was insisting to know, and of course, by his demeanor that never seemed to fail to work on you, you answered. "It's good.....so good...." you murmur, eyes fluttering but still you had a glimpse of his satisfied face—at this point, you have no energy left to protest to it, even just to yourself, because all of you was being outweighed by his pulsating cock in your heat as it slips in and out, every vein of his you feel it contract against your walls, his tip that only threatens to reach your deepest end. Only that and you already see your end to be so near. You know you're in some deep shit because he hasn't even begun yet.

He kept moving his pace, still not letting up to his want that tempts him to drill his cock into you without remorse or whatsoever. Rather, he continues to put you first and it's not even so hard anyway, because he knows even without penetration yet, you're not so far to cumming again. "You're almost there, hmm?" Nanami urged as he eyes your cunt that was leaking of white drops already before he looks at your strained face. Only a few more then it'll finally pay off.

"Hnggh..yes..yes.." You let out a whiney voice as your tears don't stop falling. With the sounds of your liquids squelching, feeling how your cunt continues to leak, his cock plunging in, his hand that never stopped caressing your flesh and your hold on him he as well hold, you had your release. "Shit-" you choked, uncontrollably bucking up your hips and clenched thighs on him so hard that your walls did as well, which made Nanami's breath hitched—"Shit." The sudden action, choking his own member, shockwaves through his nerves.

Both of you lost in the euphoria, though Nanami had to ground himself because at the moment it was all about you, as much as he was damn grateful for what you unconsciously did, he needed to help you ride your end, and to see you at it made it all worthwhile; as you keep grinding to him while he feels your creamy slick coats his cock that he continues to rut in you gently, ( you both no doubt that his own was mixing with yours the moment he went in you ) your nails drilling on his knuckles, he only dismissed the little spots of blood that shows, and just watched on how you were shaking, listening to your sounds that you keep on breaking as you knew you can't be too loud.

"Ha....fuck," you dragged too breathy, your hold on him weakening, vision just black spots, slowly coming down from your bliss, still you feel your cunt fluttering even when both of your movements has ceased. Nanami takes his hand from you gently, needing to flex it as it was slightly hurting before coming it up to your neck, his strained fingers reaching until to your chin, "Angel, stay with me," he murmurs, fingertips faintly rubbing your skin, making your dizzy eyes open to peer at him.

You hum, weakly nodding to his touch, too out of it to pay mind to it. "Are you okay for us to continue?" If you still have some hold of yourself or had the energy, you would have giggle or even laugh, maybe be even a little annoyed, roll your eyes—the literal situation amusing as he was still in you, of you just down from your release, and he's still asking if it's alright to continue. But whatever is left in you, how he was being, you can't deny what you somehow feel in your heart.

Managing and choosing to let your lips curve a little, "...Yes...I'm okay...please.." To Nanami's ear, you plead. And as said before, he may be a bastard but not cruel to not give what you were asking for.

So finally, fucking finally—he has himself moving through you the way he was craving for. His pace began slow and steady again, both of his palms laid flat on your sides on the desk, gripping down strongly on the wood to gain momentum in his thrust. Leaving you to hold on his wrists, your muscles pulling as your arms were only just long enough to reach for him, the grip just adding to it.

Your hold was the only thing that was keeping you from breaking, knowing what you were feeling right now will only just get worse; knowing what's only left is him speeding up and fill you up to no end.

Of course, that's what he does. Babbles of his title, curses, incoherent sounds out from you while he only lets out guttural groans and low rumming hums that vibrates through you, along with skins slapping against each other...and the table creaking strongly.

With the time you had that was much past far already and charting the dangerous remaining time you have now. You both know that one round is all you have, Nanami is fine with that, more than it because he'll fucking make the most of it.

....And because of that, you know you have to keep the burning knot that's already building up inside you or longer than you can to make it all the damn better. Which is what you do, by digging your nails on his skin once again...limbs clenching so mightily against him to give you strength with keeping it in. To give back what he gave you, is what's in your mind--pathetic as that sounds, you want to keep it.

Nanami sees through you sees through your teary eyes that still somehow gets lost in your head while he was fucking you. Adorable, again is what he thinks but no amusement just intrigue, again. He lets it stay this time, be it a heat of the moment so as you've said before, part of him knows that it's not.

Then he surprises you when he slows down, the curling fire in you follows down not too soon, making you blink your tears away too many times to look at him rightly to see if your senses were doubting you, but because you see his waiting eyes that's painted calmy....satisfyingly, your face furrowed before you scoffed disbelievingly, ''Bastard," of course, like you've guessed, he'd savor it well and that's how he does it; by warming his damn cock inside you, even in the midst of fucking you, he just has to stop and bask in your heat, beating against each other. But is he right for doing that because it is fucking good.

"Believe me, I know, sweetheart," he now admits. That makes you raise your brows and smirked, teeth showing, but before you could relish your amusement, he went back to it again. Cursing at him and that only urge him on.

Only by a few thrusts he started again, that knot in you easily builds just as easy how it went away, making you remember to hold on and you bear it as you feel he's not so far now.

Fast and deep is how he hits you, his cock twitching every time he finds your end, hips rising slightly each time that happens making his knot overflow and by that, he knows he's close. So he made his pace even more faster, because of it; it feels like he's ramming into you deeply now despite that he really not anymore because of his speed.

Out of his control that his pace had become uneven, hips stuttering and he's cursing and hissing now. "Speak, sweetheart." Hastily he lets out, tightening up all of him before he hears your answer. "Inside," you breathe brokenly and that cracks his damn easily just as yours. His bottom stilled against in you and you raise your hips to meet his final thrust that makes all of him spill in your gushing cunt.

"Fuck," Nanami swore as he continues to let out his cum, his cock beating still strongly as if it's his own heart, gently rutting in you to ease you both, your cleched state beginning to move again, stirring the heat further more, finding your vision black. "Fucking hell." You curse, so fucking overwhelmed; completely hot and full inside, trembling limbs and flinching all the while, not letting up your death grip on his wrist. Nanami doesn't even feel that but just your cunt that still sucks him in, trapped in his own doing as your eyes were locked together while staying high.

Aching and trembling muscles as the man helps you sit up gently. Feeling all the soreness come down. You just sit there with closed eyes as Nanami fixes himself up and you're surprised when you felt a hand on your face, he doesn't say anything but just brushes your hair out of the way and dab his handkerchief gently on your soaked skin, a few tissues as well. After that, he fixes your shirt, all that until you're fully woken up, able to grasp what he was doing, but despite you're quite taken aback, you don't say anything, well not like you could anyway by how your throat was burning--and of fucking course, he's standing again in front of you with a water bottle.

Shaking arm, you drank it all. He then carries you bridal style, knowing you're sore and because of the mess down front of the desk. "Can you stand?" He asks, still carrying you, looking at you're limp head on his chest. "I'll try," you weakly answer and he lets you, but still his arms are around you and glad you were because your legs gave out immediately. You laughed weakly, holding onto him, Nanami doesn't show anything but his neutral face and just held you up. Making you hold onto him properly as he fixed the rest of your clothes, including sliding your panty back up to you.

Presentable enough, enough to not let suspicions grow. "Are you able to walk by yourself or shall I go with you?"

You gape at him a little, almost finding him funny. "Suspicions is what we're avoiding,"

"I won't have you falling again."

Quite late for that.

You laughed, clutching your bag. "I'll be fine, I'll do my best."

He doesn't stop there. Is he dense with what he's doing?

"Will you be okay?" Though you know what he was implying, his hold on your cheek, how he's caressing your arm, is what reflects his concern.

Either he's real cruel to treat you like that when he knows what you feel for him or he's just truly kind and you're just far gone swayed, letting your heart cloud anything else.

"I will." You nod, squeezing his hand for the last time before going but not before asking to insist ith helping with the mess that he just dismissed, ever the gentleman.

Quite the day you both had.

Stolen glances, given gazes that dangerously stays when distances are clear. All of that.

All of that until you see each other and take and give what you can for as long as time can offer.

All of that until Nanami can't take anymore of your gazes that you hold with so much likeness for him, hell, it might be even more. It's getting in the way of what he only wants. You're getting in the way, because fuck, you're getting to him and that's not what he wants, no he doesn't want that, he doesn't want you and what you hold for him.

Well....at least that's what he keeps telling to himself....especially right now that he sees you speaking animately with your seatmate in his class, and it's been going on like that for a few days that it's got his attention, the said person listening to you intently and quite frankly if he's not wrong, he can see that they're eyeing you the way he has been, back then. Lust.

And what he doesn't do just told him that he's in deep shit; letting you converse with them even though class was about to start, rather than calling you out and see you frown because of him, it was his fault anyway that he came in late.

If it isn't the consequences of his own actions.

Worried is what you are as you feel he's been strange, more than usual, you suppose. Worried that your charade that seemed to be going so well, especially for your own satisfaction of feeding to your desires not of needs that he only seeks but what you've made into much more than that—worried that it'll end soon. 

Speaking of that...you don't even bother to curtain it but just let it show, because come on, it's not like it was a problem, right? Surely he's not bothered by it because you do nothing but just look at him, speak to him in a way that no one has and until now, can. Surely he's not affected by it, no?

....It was then you concluded, rather reach that at this point, he has been. Some hope you were right.

You weren't worried anymore that your charade will end.

With the little courage you have, it was enough to drive you greatly.

And it's what Nanami has dreaded when you're now face to face alone in his classroom once again. He's unsure of what he's dreading, to be honest, just that dread is keeping him on his toes.

He eyes his shoes as his waist was leaning back against his desk, he doesn't want to look at you, afraid to see how you're gazing at him, what you hold in them, afraid that he's afraid, afraid he'll mirror your gaze.

But when you call his name, half of it gone away. "Kento," you call, tipping your head down gently. There he looks at you, breathing deeply. The man doesn't speak but just stares at you, however you're not flustered by it this time as you see nothing was behind them anymore but just him.

Your drive takes over, with pursed lips you smile before speaking, "Do you want this?"

For the first time, you see him smile, losing his composure as he puts a hand on his face, a laugh breaking. You were much right about your heart skipping a beat when you see his smile.

He's truly lost and knows there's no running from it. No sense in doing so. A bastard he is or maybe even cruel, but never a coward. Nanami reaches out for your hands and you give it to him. "Yes."

You only smile, stepping closer to him as he opened his legs and leaned your foreheads together. Closed eyes, he whispers, "Forgive me."

"I know,"

"Allow me to start over."

"As you wish."

A new agreement came to light driven by only the truth and sealed by a kiss.

Which was soon interrupted by none other than the two esteemed professors besides Nanami; Gojo and Geto. Opening the door with a key in Geto's hand, the two entering in so smugly with Gojo laying out his hand to Geto.

"I told you so. Pay up."

[imbaebi]

Bikini Nerves

ִֶָ࣪☾. 황현진 —

paring: bf!hyunjin x chubbyfem!reader

genre: angst, comfort/hurt

warnings: fat shaming, reader not seeing her true beauty, rude woman, swearing and slight suggestiveness

wc / cc: 2.9k / 16.1k

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synopsis —---

you're forced to go to your coworkers' pool party and well, she's mean. it takes your boyfriend's words (and kisses👀) to make the bad thoughts go away

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

    “everyone else will be there and so you have to come. It would be rude for you not to show up, y'know.” Nari smiles. You bit your lip.

    “Okay, okay. I'll go.” You give in. Nari had planned a beach hang out for the coworkers to go and relax after the marketing department's performance stats went up for working very hard.

    “Great! Make sure to wear something...” She pauses to look you up and down. “Attractive. Oh and you can bring that boyfriend you say you have.”

You press your lips together but nod to your sunbaenim. She giggles before leaving to the direction of her car. That was exactly why you were hesitant to accept the invitation. Nari had a way with words that made you wonder if she was actually insulting you. You walk to your car and drive home. On the drive you call your boyfriend Hyunjin and asked him if he wanted to accompany you which he agrees to.

When you arrived home, you made a beeline to your closet. You go through your bathing suits, taking turns to hold them up in front of the mirror. You weren't a beachy person nor did you go to the pool a lot so you hardly had many options. Nari's words stuck with you, wear something attractive. But none of these suits were 'attractive', they were rather plain. A simple full yellow one piece, a green floral one piece that had a haltertop, and a white long sleeve top with shorts that stars embroidered on pants leg. You sigh in frustration, why did this have to be at the beach?

Something catches your eye in the closet behind the basket you kept your swimsuits in. You pull it out and realize it was an old bikini you bought ages ago but you never wore it yet. It was black with straps that went around your torso. It was rather nice. You pull the matching bikini bottoms out as well. This would be considered attractive, right? Well you thought so. Would it even fit though? It's been awhile since you bought it... You put it on and stare at yourself in the mirror, you finally remember why you threw it in the back of your closet never to be seen again.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes on the mirror. You didn't like how your thighs were so thick and how your stomach was never completely flat when you weren't bloated. Should you even wear this? Your hands pull at your rolls that became prominent because of the swimsuit shape. The only thing good about your body were your tits, you could always count on your cleavage but even that couldn't save the outfit in your eyes. You didn't feel like letting anyone looking at your body. You wished you were skinny like Nari, she would have looked great in this bathing suit. You swallow.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your phone's ringing. You pick up the device and see it's your boyfriend calling. You answer the call and take a quick seat on your bed.

    “Hey, babe.”

    “Baby!” His voice never fails to bring a smile to your lips. “What's my pretty girl doing?”

    “oh um.. I'm trying to figure out what to wear for saturday.” Your eyes drift back to the mirror, eyes on your body, specifically where your stomach sagged as you sat hunched with your elbow on your thigh and your head on your hand.

    “Want some help?” He asks, the fashionista in him itching to come out.

    “Oh. I don't have a lot of options...” You say before biting the inside of your cheek again.

    “Then we'll be finished in no time.” you could basically see the grin on his face as he says this. How could you refuse him? “Let's switch to face time.”

    “I'd have to get changed first, though.” you tell him.

    “Changed? Why?”

    “I'm in a swimsuit right now—”

    “Oh, I wanna see!” He says excitedly. You burst out laughing at his sudden burst.

    “What— Why?” You wheeze.

    “You think I'd miss a chance to see my hot sexy girlfriend in a swimsuit? Think again! Now come on baby, show me what you're wearing.”

    “Well okay, just hope you're not disappointed.” You send a request then you hold out your arm in a angle he could see.

    “Why would I be disappointed—?” His lips part before the words could finish leaving his mouth. He lets out an exhale, “holy shit...”

You press your lips together, you start feeling nervous by his gaze. You two have been together for almost three years now, you should have been used to his gazes by now. He pulls his phone closer to get a better look.

    “Please tell me you're wearing that.” He makes eye contact with you as he says this. Your heart flutters.

    “I haven't decided yet,” you answer honestly.

    “Gosh, I wish I was with you right now.” He bites his lip staring shamelessly at your tits. You pull the phone closer to your face, you couldn't help but smile. Hyunjin always made you feel more confident about your body. “The things I'd do to you right now.”

You choke, “Hyunjin!”

    “I'm being so for real right now, you'd look even sexier if you had my marks all over your chest.” Your thighs press together. “You have to wear this, baby. Please?”

After all his dirty talk, the sudden switch to begging made your mind go blank and your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest.

    “Okay.” you breath out.

⪩⪨

Saturday finally rolls over. You put some jean shorts over your bikini bottoms. After Hyunjin's words the other day, you felt more confident in the outfit.

Hyunjin unfortunately has to do something important before the beach so he'll meet you there later. You drive to the beach playing Party in The USA through the speakers. You pull into the car park, you recognize one of the cars as your coworker's car so you knew this was the right spot. You send your location to Hyunjin so he would know which side of the beach to go to. You go to the backseat to collect your beach bag, towel and the sodas Nari asked you to bring. You finally start to make your way onto the hot sand. The summer sun was shining brightly making it a perfect day for the beach. It was mostly empty on this side of the beach, it being more private. You spot Hari and Taemoo in the sand first. There were speculations going around the company that these two were dating but there was no confirmation on that matter from the two. Hana, Yeongseo, Sunhi and four guys you didn't know were also in the sand but a couple feet away from Taemoo and Hari. You see the rest of your co workers and a few others you don't recognize in the water.

Hari spots you first, she waves you over.

    “Hey Hari, Taemoo.”

    “Y/N you're finally here.” The two smile.

You set your bag down and lay out your towel.

    “Yeah. I brought some sodas.”

    “The cooler's over there.” Taemoo points to the blue cooler, three feet away.

    “Ah thanks.” You take the sodas over and open the cooler. There was Soju, beer and couple sodas inside. You place the sodas you brought and close the cooler. You went back to your towel next to Taemoo and Hari.

    “I really like your swim top, Y/N. The black suits you.” Hari compliments.

    “Thank you, Hari. I really like yours too, pink is really your colour.”

You, Hari and Taemoo get into conversation so you were having a good time. Until the others start to come back from the water. Nari sees you right away so she makes a beeline towards the three of you. You couldn't help but think the red bikini she wore looked amazing on her. You couldn't lie, Nari was model worthy—with her long legs, pretty face and flat stomach she could be a Victoria Secret model.

    “Y/N, you're here! I was starting to think you weren't going to come anymore.”

    “Oh no, I already told you I was coming. I've been here for fifteen minutes now.” You tell her. She looks around promptly before looking back at you.

    “Right. Where's your boyfriend? Did you not invite him?” Her eyes narrow in amusement. Whatever it was she had found funny, you had no clue. “Were you lying about having a boyfriend, Y/N?”

    “Um no? Why would I lie ab—”

    “Y/N, Y/N. It's okay, we're not going to make fun of you. I understand that you can not pull a boyfriend so you felt the need to lie.” She bats her lashes as she looks down on you. You swallow and bite your lip.

    “Actually Nari, my boyfriend will be here soon. He's just taking care of something.” You explain quietly. What was Nari trying to say? Your stomach clenches.

    “Is that so? Well I guess we'll see him later, huh.” and she sashayes over to the other group leaving the three of you alone again.

    “Ugh sometimes I can't stand her.” Hari speaks up showing visible disgust. Taemoo nods vigorously, agreeing.

    You don't say anything. It was embarrassing for Nari to talk down to you like that in front of them. So you excuse yourself and went to go get a soda. You open the cooler and look at the options when you heard Nari's voice:

    “I couldn't believe she'd show up in something like that. Like girl you're too thick for that bikini top, no one wants to see your rolls.” She laughs derisively.

Your heart drops into your stomach, like spoiled milk being dumped into a drain. The salty tears prick your eyes causing you to go blind for a moment due to the sun rays that were shining down brightly. You needed to leave, to breathe. So you left without your soda and head to the parking lot. The tears fall before you even reach the parking lot. You wanted to go home but you couldn't because you left your beach bag and towel with Hari and Taemoo. Well fuck. You use your hand to wipe your tears. It was too hot for you to be crying like this. Then suddenly you were being tackled in a hug before you even knew what was going on.

    “Baby!” Hyunjin kisses your cheek. Upon noticing tear stained cheek, he pauses with a frown. “Baby, Y/Nie what's wrong? Why is my pretty girl crying?”

You know how when someone asks you if you're okay when you're obviously not and you can't help but start crying in front of them? A similar experience happened, you start crying harder cause he called you pretty. Pathetic, I know. But you couldn't help it. And of course that makes Hyunjin start to panic. He grabs your face and gently makes you look at him. He wipes your tears with his thumb.

    “Come on pretty, talk to me. I want to help you but I can't if you don't talk to me.” He says softly. When you don't answer, he caressed your cheek. “Do you want a hug?”

You nod once. He doesn't hesitant when he pulls you in for an embrace, holding you tight with his strong arms. You instantly felt better with your face pressed into his bare chest, your thoughts all just left—leaving you feel safe and secure from all the bad.

    “You feel better now?” He asks tilting your chin up with his finger.

    “Yeah...”

    “You gonna tell me what happened now?”

You wet your lips and looked away for a moment.

    “Hyunjinie, do you...” You pause, trying to word your question. “Do you think I'm pretty enough to pull someone.”

You hadn't directly answer his question but he now had an idea of what was wrong. He smiles softly at you.

    “That's a pretty dumb question. Of course you are, you pulled me. Not only by your looks but with your personality and cute habits too.  You're the prettiest woman I laid eyes on, baby. When will you see what I see?” He says gently, his smile looks a bit sad. He strokes your hair. “You're perfect baby. I love you. Everything about you and I wouldn't want to you become someone you're not. So what if you're not unrealistically skinny to fit the beauty standards? As long as you're healthy then you're perfect just the way you are.”

You pout at him. Even if he thinks you're pretty, would that really stop the mean comments people say about you? Could you stop the mean things you think about yourself? He notices your facial expressions, you were thinking about things you shouldn't. He sighs.

He kisses your lips, “I love your lips.”

He kisses both your cheeks, eyes, nose, forehead then chin, “your face.” you smile gently at his feather kisses.

He kisses your neck, before quickly licking a strip down the skin, “your neck.”  He smirks mischievously.

He kisses your collar bone making you shiver, your eyes focus on him, “your collar bone.”

He goes lower to your boobs making your eyes widen. He gently kisses the top of your both your breast making your breath hitch, “Your chest.”

    “Hyunjin...” You whisper, eyes round but he didn't look like he was going to stop.

He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles to your wrist, to your formarm, bicep and shoulder, “I love your arms.”

He gets down to his knees and places a kiss to your belly, “your stomach.”

He then kisses your thigh which causes you to clench a bit, “your thighs.”

    “Okay, okay Hyunjin, I believe that you love all of me. Y-you can stop now.” You tell him.

    “Not until you believe you are beautiful in your own eyes.” He argues with a smirk. “I'm not close to done.”

“Hyunin! J-just get off the ground before someone thinks we're doing something that we aren't!” You clench teeth, find word). He gets up reluctantly.

    “I'm serious though. You're really the most gorgeous woman ever, Y/N.” He said your name, he really meant it. “I really want you see yourself for who you truly are.”

You thought about it. Did everyone else's opinion matter anymore? It was tiring to fit into everyone else's version of you. Maybe it was really time to listen to your boyfriend's words see yourself for you.

    “Okay... I will try.” You say. You know the process wouldn't magically take effect over night so you would have to work hard to see yourself 100%. Hyunjin smiles at you, proud.

    “Good job, baby. I'm proud of you.” You smile warmly. “Now..”

His gaze darkens slightly. He looked pissed off. “Who made you cry?”

    “Hyunjin, baby don't worry about it. I just want to go home.” You take his arm, tracing his abs with your finger, calming down whatever storm that was growing in him. “But I have to go get my stuff. So I guess you'll have to come say hi to my coworkers.”

Hand in hand, you both walk back to the beach. You see Nari first, she was standing with her arms crossed under a beach umbrella by herself. The others she was with had seperated from her and we're chatting amongst themselves. There was a visible tension between the two sides. What had happen here?

    “Y/N!” It was Taemoo, Hari was following close behind. “We were just about to come find you. Is this your boyfriend?”

    “Yeah. This is Hyunjin.” You introduce your boyfriend.

    “I'm Taemoo and this is my girlfriend Hari.” He shakes Hyunjin's hand, Hari waves at him. So they were dating! You raise your brows at Hari, she only shrugs. She hands you your beach bag which had your towel neatly folded inside, you thank Hari.

    “What happened over there?” You ask as both your boyfriends went into conversation.

    “Ha Y/N, you should have seen what had happen! The others started calling Nari out for being a fake bitch. Serves her right!” Your eyes widen in surprise.

    “Man, I wish I got to see that.” You say, lowkey disappointed.

    “She got so mad and embarrassed that she turned red. It was hilarious. ...And speak of the devil, here she comes.” Hari rolls her eyes.

Nari walks over to the four of you. She looks at Hyunjin with wide eyes and she looks back at you.

    “There's no way.” You hear her mutter under her breath. “Is he...?”

    “My boyfriend? Yeah. Believe me now?” You put your hand on your hip and tilt your head.

She looked flabbergasted.

    “While I thank you for the invite, I'll be leaving now. Sorry for leaving so soon. I couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as a rude bitch for so long, hope you can understand. Okay bye,” you blow a fake kiss before giving her an eye roll. You take Hyunjin's arm again.

    “We'll also be leaving too.” Hari informs. She turns to the woman behind her. “Nari, have fun with the others. Or should I say by yourself since it seems no one likes hanging with you anymore?”

Nari clenches her hand but she says nothing because they both were absolutely right. The two couples leave Nari just standing there, giving her no more thought.

Man, that felt good, you couldn't lie. That was just one step on your journey to self love.

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[bunnis-monsters]

Have this idea about reader going to watch porn for the first time in a while. It looks like they’re in costumes, the guy has demon horns and a tail… and he doesn’t seem very interested in the girl he’s fucking.

Honestly, he looks bored and his cock is only semi-hard. The lady’s fake moans echoing through the preview even turn you off.

When you click the video and watch, suddenly he looks into the camera and his cock twitches, getting hard.

Then he jumps through your screen! You somehow clicked on incubus porn, and now you’re being pounded by a sexually frustrated incubus.

Your fat pussy just looks so pretty, taking him so well! He’s gonna have to put a claim over your womb now…

He’s never felt this good before, there’s no way he’s leaving without forming some kind of contract with his cute little human toy!

Should I do something with this idea..?

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Hi could you do a Harry Potter x chubby/plus sized reader fic? Maybe that the reader is insecure about that. And that she is always bullied because of it.

Perfect to Me

Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Harry notices you’ve been acting strange lately and after an encounter with Malfoy, Harry unexpectedly confesses his crush on you.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: fat shaming

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A groan left your mouth as you stood in front of the mirror in the girl’s dorm room, turning each way to look at your reflection. Your hands tugged at the fabric of your uniform, trying to make it look more flattering on your larger form. A few minutes went by of you doing this only for you to scoff and smooth your jumper out, heading downstairs to meet with the other girls to walk to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Catching up with your friends, you couldn’t help but look over at their thin bodies with jealousy. The way their skirts actually fitted them properly and didn’t flare out so wide to make you look even bigger or the way even though their jumpers were baggy they still didn’t look even half your size. You sighed to yourself desperately trying to shake these thoughts away. You usually didn’t care much about your size but lately a few of the other students, specifically Malfoy and his entourage of imbeciles, have been making digs at you about your weight. It was ridiculous, especially considering one of Malfoys own so called friends was also overweight and bigger than you.

But that was one thing the wizarding world had in common with the Muggle world, they were obsessed with appearances. If you were too short, too tall, too fat, too skinny, if you had acne people didn’t hesitate to point it out and make you feel like an outcast just for being different. Whilst most of the time you liked your body you couldn’t help but wish you could lose the weight just so the comments would stop. Harry had been ignoring Malfoy’s jabs at him lately, too focused on everything else going wrong in his life to care about the blonde bully. Of course, Malfoy quickly got bored of the lack of reaction from Harry and you became the new target. You couldn’t walk past him in a crowd without him or his cronies taunting you from the sides.

At first it was easy enough to just roll your eyes and get on with your day, ignoring the whispered comments and not so subtle laughs behind your back. It had been simple enough to just shrug them off and ignore it. But lately, everything had started to stick with you. Their taunts echoing around your brain like a broken record, repeating itself over, and over, and over. They had started to break you down, you knew it, but yet you didn't say anything. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of letting them know they got to you. No, you would force yourself to raise your head high and not allow yourself to even think about giving them a second glance.

Should anyone pay a closer look, they would see how your smile failed to reach your eyes. They would notice the way you barely put anything on your plate during meal times, feigning sickness or lack of hunger despite your stomach crying out for nourishment. They would see past the enchantment around your eyes to conceal the bags under them for lack of sleep too busy spending all night crying over their words. They would notice that you just weren't quite you anymore.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you looked at it, for you there was someone who paid that little bit too close attention to you. He saw the skipped meals, the way you seemed so tired all of the time, the way your laughter seemed so much more forced now, the way your light had been put out and he would give anything to ignite it once again.

Harry wouldn't say he had a crush on you or anything. He always looked out for his friends. It was natural for him to want to look around a room full of people until he picked you out in the crowd. There was nothing weird about how he watched you laugh and smile with your friends, wishing it was him you were smiling at.

Okay, he was crushing hard. He didn't know when these feelings for you started, probably sometime during the fourth year when you had begrudgingly agreed to be his Yule Ball date after he was too nervous to speak to any of the other girls. The first dance between all the champions and their partners was a little awkward but Harry was surprised at how well you could dance, at least you were able to cover up most of his mistakes from being noticed. He remembered how nice it was to hold your hand in his and feel your touch on the back of his shoulders. Harry hated dancing but for some reason, he really liked dancing with you and if he had the courage, he would've asked you to dance with him again.

Harry watched you pushing bits of fruit around your plate with your fork, staring down at the cutlery as though it had personally offended you. He was sat opposite you to the left, Hermione sat directly in front of you. Of course, she was too busy snapping at Ron for shovelling his food down his throat to notice you. Harry cleared his throat softly, "Not hungry (Y/N)?" Your head rose instantly upon hearing your name and you were startled out of your trance-like state. You couldn't help the blush creeping up your neck from the realisation you were being watched, "O-oh yeah, no, not got much of an appetite this morning." Harry frowned slightly as he watched you push your plate towards the centre of the table, away from you.

The scraping of your plate against the wood gathered Hermione's attention, "No, she's right, I can't stomach anything the morning of an exam either, I'm all up in knots just thinking about it." Harry gave Hermione a blank stare, not that she was looking in his direction, and mumbled under his breath, "Yeah aren't we all." His sarcastic tone forced a smile to break out on your face and you had to bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, lest you want to tell Hermione what Harry said and get him in trouble. Harry locked eyes with you and mirrored your smile, knowing you heard what he said.

Harry kept quiet for the remainder of breakfast but was glad he was able to get a smile out of you. It always brightened his own mood to see you happy. Of course, he was as discreet about his thoughts as you. Hermione saw the two of you smiling at each other from the corner of her eye and perked up. She knew all about Harry's crush on you, not that he was doing a good job of hiding it from her, and she was rooting more than anyone for the two of you to get together. If only Harry had the balls to say something to you. Not that she had much room to talk, she's been harbouring a crush on the ginger boy next to her for years and has yet to make her own feelings known.

...

Today had actually been a pretty great day so far. You hadn't encountered any of the Slytherin boys yet to make any comments about you. Your classes had been a breeze and you were still smiling to yourself over Seamus causing yet another explosion in Potions class, covering himself and Dean in a purple soot, both of their hairs standing up on end as though they'd been electrified. The mental image of the two of them made you laugh to yourself, wishing you could've taken a photograph to retain the memory.

"Laughing at yourself (Y/L/N)? You're doing our work for us, how kind." Your smile dropped as the familiar, whiny voice reached your ears. You didn't have to turn around to know that it was Malfoy standing behind you with however many of his cronies. Your jaw clenched but you refused to acknowledge him, merely speeding up your pace towards the Gryffindor common room, towards safety.

You heard a round of chuckles and footsteps picking up behind you, keeping close, "Running away so soon? I didn't know little piggy's like you were capable of running." Your teeth were aching a little you had your jaw clenched so tight. Your hands clenched around the books you held to your chest, trying to keep yourself together though your vision was already starting to blur around the edges with your tears building up.

A hand clasped your shoulder and pulled you backwards. Had your foot not moved back behind you in time, you would have fallen to the ground. You spun around to face Malfoy standing right behind you. Pansy and Crabbe were standing a couple feet behind him, wicked smirks on their faces. You weren't quite thinking when you swung your arm back and launched it towards the blonde's face, throwing your fist into his nose. A satisfying crunch echoed in the corridor and you couldn't help the joy filling you for a moment as you watched Draco fall to the ground, clutching his broken nose, seeing some blood run down between his fingers.

"That's what you deserve, you arrogant prick." Malfoy's cries distracted you enough that you didn't see Pansy raising her wand to send you a stinging hex. Your cry of agony resonated within your own ears as you clutched the left side of your waist with both hands, the pain making you feel like your skin was melting off of you. Just as she was about to call out another spell, a blue light flashed past you, "Expelliarmus!" Both Pansy and Crabbe's wands were knocked out of their hands.

You had fallen to your knees from the pain of the hex and you managed to see Harry, Ron and Hermione stood behind you. Harry had his wand raised at the Slytherin's in front of you, a fierce look in his eyes. "Get out of here." Pansy and Crabbe looked between each other and at Draco who was still writhing around on the floor. Ron scoffed, "What are you waiting for, scram before we get Professor Dumbledore down here." At the mention of the most powerful wizard in the school, who seemed to obviously favourite Gryffindor's, the trio made a quick move to leave, Crabbe helping Draco up to scurry off down the corridor, assumedly towards the dungeons to the Slytherin common room.

Hermione rushed towards you, placing her hands under your arms to help you on your feet, "Merlin, (Y/N), are you alright? What did that bitch do to you?!" Your eyes widened at Hermione's words and you couldn't help but laugh, "Hermione! I can't believe you'd use such language!" Both Ron and Harry laughed with you, also surprised by Hermione's swearing. You laughed even harder at how red her face was going, clearly embarrassed over her choice words. They started walking you back towards the common room. You placed your right hand inside your robes to press on your side where Pansy had hexed you, trying to use pressure to dull the stinging.

Harry spied your movements, taking note to wait until Hermione and Ron left before asking you what happened. As luck would have it, the pair sloped off to the library, well Hermione dragged Ron away to force him complete his homework which wasn't due for another week. There were no other students inside the common room, the younger ones in bed already and the older ones hanging out elsewhere.

Harry watched you sit down on the plush couch, seeing your face scrunch up in a wince as you did, your hand clutching your side tighter. His brow furrowed in concern and worry for you. He slowly sat down beside you, "I really think you should let Madam Pomfrey take a look at that (Y/N), it's clearly hurting you." You let out a shallow breath, "It's just a hex, it'll wear off soon, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me." "But I will. I don't like seeing you in pain. I-I mean, any of my friends in pain." Harry looked down at the couch, averting your gaze at his little slip up.

You turned your head to your side to look at him and after a few moments, he raised his head back up to look you in the eyes. "Can I at least take a look to see how bad it is?" Your pulse quickened at the idea of Harry taking a look under your shirt, seeing your chubby body. Your throat felt impossibly dry and you forced a laugh, "You're joking right? Of course you are, like you'd wanna see my flabby skin." Harry was confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's nothing appealing under there to look at." "Merlin (Y/N), I'm not trying to do anything inappropriate, I just want to make sure you're alright!" His raised voice captured your attention and your eyes were drawn to his reddened cheeks and the way he kept darting his eyes back and forth from you and the ground.

Trying to ease the awkward tension, you continued on, "I know you're not Harry, that's what I 'm trying to say, I'm trying to spare you the chore of having to see my gross body. Duh. I know a guy like you isn't into fat girls-" "Stop it." your next words were caught in your throat at Harry's sudden demeanour change. One glance at him and you could see he was upset, angry even. But why you weren't sure. Obviously, it was something you had said but you were pretty sure nothing you said could have offended him. You looked down at your lap, "I was just trying to ease the mood a little." "By putting yourself down? There's," a heavy sigh left Harry's throat, bringing your attention back to him once more, "You've been doing that a lot recently you know, putting yourself down. I know you haven't been eating much lately, or smiling as often, or joining in with the group. Why?"

You tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat but you were unsuccessful. You were caught incredibly off guard with how much Harry had apparently been perceiving you. You took a few moments to be able to gather the strength to speak, but Harry didn't rush you. He just sat there, waiting, looking at you with such a deep concern in his eyes that it made you want to pour your whole heart out to him. Your fingers started to pick at a loose strand that had come apart on the hem of your school robes, twisting it around your finger. You needed to fidget with something to feel more grounded to speak. Your voice was low as you spoke, "I just haven't been feeling well that's all."

"I know I'm not as smart as 'Mione, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. If you don't want to tell me that's okay but please don't lie to me." A shaky breath left your mouth as tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, i-it's just embarassing to say but," another breath, "Malfoy and his cronies have been picking on me I guess you could say. Usually it's just words and I can take it, rather me than an innocent first year, like today when he tried to pull me to the ground, it was the first time he's put his hands on me." "He put his hands on you?" Harry's voice was lower than before and a quick glance at his face had you noticing his jaw clenched. You didn't see Harry get angry many times and especially not over you, so it was quite a shock to see. "Y-yeah but I punched him in the nose so I guess we're even."

Harry's laughter startled you, how he went from one extreme to the other so quickly. "Oh my god, did you actually? I so wish I had seen that! Did you break it?" You laughed along with him, "I think so, he covered it pretty much straight away but I heard this horrible 'crunch' noise so it definitely sounded broken." Your response only made Harry laugh harder, doubling over himself on the couch. He carried on for a little while, his antics making you giggle to yourself as well, the realisation that you had actually punched Draco Malfoy in the nose sinking in. Harry sat back and wiped tears of joy from his eyes. "You are seriously amazing you know. I mean, I fancied you before, but this just makes it even better."

You froze. He what? It took Harry a moment to realise what had just left his mouth before he too, froze.

The two of you locked eyes and just stared, both of you too stunned to do anything. At last, Harry's expression of embarrassment and terror caused you to let out a small laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. You quickly apologised, "I'm sorry, I just. Well, no one's ever said they fancy me before. At least, not as a joke." Harry cracked a half smile, "I mean, I'd take laughing over being spat at or something." His words did nothing to stop your laughter, "Harry! Why on earth would I spit on you?" Harry perked up from the sound of your laughter, you hadn't run away from him so surely this was a good sign. Though, he was in extremely unfamiliar territory here, he had no idea what to say or do next. He hadn't been planning on confessing his feelings for you tonight, much less preparing himself for the many outcomes it could lead to. "I don't know! It was just the first thing I could think of," You shook your head as your laughter died off.

You smiled down at your lap before looking back up at Harry, "So now that you've confessed that you're hopelessly in love with me, what now?" Harry blushed, "I'm pretty sure I didn't say that." You shrugged, "Meh, it's more or less what you said. So, now what?" Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm kinda waiting to hear if this is a one-sided thing." You smiled, "And if it's not?" You could practically hear Harry's heart beating through his chest, he looked so nervous, "Ugh then-then I suppose I'd ask you to be my girlfriend?" "You don't sound so sure about that, Golden Boy." You raised your brows as you teased him with his infamous nickname, knowing he hated it. Harry groaned, but the grin on his face told you he wasn't truly annoyed, "I think I've changed my mind."

You mock gasped and held your hand to your heart, "You don't mean that surely." Harry chuckled to himself and shook his head, "No, I don't. But I would like to take you on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend?" You grinned wide, "I would lo-"

"Ow!" "Shhh!"

Both you and Harry spun your heads round to see a still empty common room. Harry tutted and took his wand out from his robe pocket, "Accio Invisibility Cloak," and a suddenly a bunched up piece of fabric was in Harry's lap and both Hermione and Ron were revealed to be stood behind the couch, listening to you two. Hermione at least had the decency to look sheepish. "It was Ron's idea!" "Was not! Doesn't matter anyways, if you hadn't kept standing on my feet we wouldn't have been caught." "How dare you! Are you trying to say I have big feet?!" "Well if the oversized shoe fits."

You and Harry looked at each other before laughing at your friends arguing with each other once again, Hermione jabbing her finger into Ron's arm with each word she spoke. Harry continued looking at you even after you had drawn your attention back to the squabbling duo next to you. He couldn't help but be glad to see a bit of your spark come back to life. He swore he could see your eyes shining just that bit brighter too. And he knew he wasn't going to stop until you were fully back to yourself once again.

[szarina]

Too dark got it: How about Zayne just blackmailing MC to stay away from his family, like him forging evidence she wanted to seduce Zayne?

blep cat

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. blackmailing

“Dr. Zayne......”

She call his name in a whisper in a familiar tone. Watching as he walked through the doors in long strides. Surprised or more like longing was evident on her face.

Yvonne didn't told her that it was the Chief Surgeon who was meeting her today and not her current primary care physician that the surgeon had referred her.

She doesn't know what hurts more. Maybe, it's her heart that is being wrung out in her chest or the way he looks at her as she turned insignificant to him. Fondness had long disappeared in his eyes for her.

“Dr. Corwin is currently indisposed at the moment. He will be meeting you later.” Zayne informed her. The surgeon standing across her, former primary care physician and since he married you and heard that he's a real father now, she was easily assigned to a another physician that had the same qualifications as his.

This time it was usually her check-ups with him but it was replaced by his time with you, being a devoted husband and loving father to his children.

His strides were long, with purpose as he entered the conference room. The same sterile room with the AC blowing on to keep the room cool but with his sharp gaze it dropped a few degrees lower.

He pulled a chair and sat without hesitation. He was still the same white coat and the midnight blue high collared shirt underneath that coat.

“I won't waste of our allotted time. Let's get straight to the point. Don't you ever talk or approach my wife again. I don't need you poisoning her.”

Her eyes widens in disbelief and her breath got stuck in her throat at the sudden shift and accusation. She turned speechless and suddenly her hunter's uniform was tight all of a sudden. The gloves in her hands digging at her skin when she closed her fists in utter disbelief.

“P-poisoning her? It's the truth.” She stammers but her words were firm to prove her point.

“And how did my wife reacted from that truth?” Zayne's gaze were piercing and she didn't like that eyes of his looking at her like that.

Wife. The word stabs her in the chest. You had replaced her in his heart. It also reminded her of her place in his world. She was a nobody. Just someone who had a heart disease that he's still looking a cure of. That should make her special since he started that for her but it wasn't time for being delusional. It wasn't also for her, it was also for the thousands that shares the same fate as hers.

She looks at her and his gaze were still the same. Cold and calculating. Something tells her that if she breathes wrong, he's going to get rid of her.

“She deserves the truth.” Her voice came into a murmur. She won't going down without proving her point. It was her stubbornness that was putting herself in danger — as always and her love for him too.

“The Hunters Association strictly abides on its rules and that extends on how you hunters conduct yourselves in public. In your case, it can be quite damaging. The Association doesn't tolerate its hunters' misconducts.” The surgeon reminded her.

She knows that. The Hunters Association were unforgiving when it comes to acts of misconduct that will sully the integrity of the Association. She was close to being a Tenebra and Zayne was about to make her one.

“I didn't harassed her. I only talked to her.” She defended herself. Her hands clasped at her lap into fists.

“You won't like Zayne when he's angered. He won't show it but know it's going to come.” She hears your voice at the last conversation she had with you and this is what the extent of your husband's anger towards her.

“That conversation is upsetting and a conversation that is saved between mine and hers. You have no business in our lives. That is considered harm towards a citizen of Linkon.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“No.” He pauses for a moment to made sure that she was getting the gist of his point. “I'm keeping your stubbornness and prying unto people's lives under wraps before you end up causing harm.”

If he was teasing, her heart might skipped a beat and he was only rather amused at her antics. His worries disguised at teasing remarks but this is not. It was a threat. It will ruin her.

He turned into a black ice. Incapable of melting until it was to his significant other that is at home and tending to his children.

“Don't you love me anymore, Zayne?” She asks him, defeated but is still hoping.

Zayne abruptly stops when he stood up. Staring at her and she meets his gaze.

“Don't mistake my care as being love towards my patients. I didn't gave you a reason to.”

She smiles bitterly and her heart hurts. Enclosed in a fist or being pricked by his icy thorns. She thought he was still the same boy who stopped her popsicle from melting but he's not anymore or he still can but not to her.

Because when he gets home, he will he making figures of snowman in his palm for his little ones. Maybe, an ice figure of those chubby little seals. Who knows? She thought she had known Zayne but it was only the surface and it was cold.

He places the chair back to its place. “I hope you keep this conversation in mind if a thought of disturbing my family crosses your mind.”

Zayne began to walk away from her just like what you did but before he really walks away from him and the door had opened. He said,

“Dr. Corwin is now waiting for you.”

And just like that she was alone in that conference room, the temperature is back but she was left a cold feeling. A neverending bitter winter that awaits for her.

[charlie-shmarlie]

Steve Rogers with a chubby lover: headcanons

How Cap would treat his chubby lover ♡

Fluff ☁️

I am currently taking headcanon requests <3

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You were always a little worried about what Steve thinks about your body, being that he's from a time when it wasn't generally accepted or seen as desirable. But let me tell you, you have nothing to worry about, and he will make that fact known to you as many times as needed until you believe it. He won't give up on you.

His favorite thing about your body is likely how soft it is-- hear me out. Steve is constantly on the go. His missions are long and taxing, usually leaving him dirty, sweaty, and exhausted, both physically and mentally. So, to be able to come home to his favorite woman in the world and lose himself in her soft, comforting warmth is heaven to him.

He'll just lay there with you wrapped up in his arms as he intently listens to you talk about your day, silently reveling in your presence.

He's very supportive. He will always encourage you to wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable. Don't think even for a second that he would try to steer you away from clothing options that "aren't fit for your body type."

Steve will NOT tolerate people talking down to you. He's not an ill-tempered man, but if he hears someone say something negative about you like that, he won't hesitate to bite.

You can always tell, too, just by his hardened expression and clenched jaw alone. Then he'll say something that makes the insulter feel like they've been pinned against the ground like a bug and can't answer without taking responsibility for their disgusting behavior.

"Wanna repeat that for me?" / "What's that supposed to mean?" / "Did you say something?"

His tone says he's calm, but his eyes are saying otherwise.

It doesn't really matter where you are, if he's sitting next to you, his hand will be on your thigh. It's a comfort thing for him. You'll occasionally feel a gentle squeeze now and then when he needs that extra bit of support. To feel you beside him a little more.

Loooves hugging you from behind and pushing his face into the crook of your neck, feeling your soft curves press against him.

He can pick you up with ease. All those other dudes with their weak little muscles ought to be ashamed cause this man can and will pick you up and carry you over his shoulder without any strain whatsoever.

Many of your nights will be spent curled up next to him, his strong arms securely wrapped around you and his chin resting atop your head while he murmers every little thing he loves about you in your ear. His hands roam your plush body, not in lust, but rather in a loving caress that perfectly translates his feelings in a way that surpasses even his words.

There's something about your stretch marks that almost fascinate him. If you'll let him, he'll spend a bit of time just tracing them over, enjoying the feel of them beneath the pads of his fingers

Steve is a gentleman. However, that man is not immune to seeing your shorts do that thing where they ride up your thighs a little when you sit down. He tries very hard not to let it take his mind to disrespectful places, but MAN--

Cellulite? He loves it.

Squishy sides? He loves that, too.

Plush arms? Can't get enough of them.

If you were to ever tell him that you wanted to lose weight, he'd support you all the way, so long as your motivations aren't harmful to yourself, physically or mentally. He would even help you get started, showing you better food options and some basic beginner level workouts.

But, when it comes down to it, Steve loves you because you're you. Whether you're chubby, mid-size, or slim, he loves you, and nothing could ever change that.

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[levisjinchuriki]

more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted– pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements. 

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!

[2-dsimp]

A bit of TMI but the other night, my bf and i made a few sex tapes. He loved it but I can't get over the fact how plumpy I look 💀 he assured me that he loves how I look despite how chubby I am. Funny enough, he's kinda built like Nokka except more lean. I can imagine Nokka and wife making a sex tape, and after reviewing it, wife feels insecure how her body looks 😭

Tw: suggestive! Chubby fem wife

Well that’s okay chubby! Wife will get all the positive reinforcement from her doting husband. That’ll force you to watch the sex tapes you’ve made making you look at the close ups of your plump body jiggle. Underneath the rough palm of his hands greedily groping every inch like it was elastic play dough.

Talking you through it, groaning about how soft, thick, and pliant you are for him. Nokka would praise you especially for being such a good chubby bunny taking all he has to give you. He won’t stop, nor will he ever stop drilling into your pretty empty head that you’re gorgeous by design. And all that fatty goodness is his for the taking to mark, bite, and caress as he pleases.