Summary: Iwaizumi is the only one who has your heart, but you’re realizing that you should have read the fine print of the contract when you signed up to be his girlfriend. Maybe then you would have seen the names of the other three shareholders clearly written out.
ﾟ･✿ヾ 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜 would choose to punish you by forcing multiple orgasms from you. After all, he wishes nothing but pleasure for you, so why doesn’t he use that as a way for punishment? You’re his big girl, surely you could cum lots for him, no?
Wrists bound by his patterned necktie, you could only whimper, muffled by your fists as Kento’s hands gripped your thighs hard — you could feel the bruises forming from his grips and you hissed whenever you felt an ache when you tried to close your thighs together.
“K-Ken..! Ken, Ken..! ‘said s..-rry already..!” you whined with heaving chest and pelvis. Kento hummed against your pussy as he fucked his tongue into your messy hole — attempting to draw another orgasm from you.
“One more, baby,” he grunted. “'said you finally gonna be good, so be good.”
This fic is the reason I’m left sobbing in my room during new year eve last night. Hopefully this illustration capture the feeling properly. U’ll understand when u reach the ending. (I was struggling to do the color and atmosphere right, it turned out okay)
It’s tapestry by @kbrick , thank you for the fic
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baby fever chapter list | remus lupin x fem!reader
a joke about remus having cute kids gets away from you in the best way. friends to friends-with-benefits to lovers. contains explicit content. 18+ only <3 [60k total]
|♔| Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
|♔| Word count: 900
|♔| Kinktober Day 3: Formal Wear
|♔| Tags: Formal wear kink, Dry humping
Through the gaps between suits and fluttering dresses, you can make out bits and pieces; Shoulder length white hair, the bandages around his hand, a sleek black suit that’s obviously been tailored to fit him just right, and an obnoxiously extravagant fur coat to match.
The entire place is busy, members’ footsteps and staff’s chatter rumbling throughout the building and drowning out everything else. Those who once scoffed at him and the League now fuss over them as they prepare to present them to a crowd. Toga adores the attention while Dabi abhors it, but Tomura is seemingly neutral to it all, laying back in his chair and not offering a single word to the doting assistants.
sitting on shiggys lap and he accidentally gets hard and cums cause of the friction meanwhile he’s trying to make sure the person sitting on his lap doesn’t notice 👀
The car isn’t meant to fit seven people. It’s some sleek hatchback; nice, compact, not too flashy, and easy to steal.
Spinner’s in the front, given he’s the only one who can drive, along with a sleeping Compress. Leaving Twice, Toga, Dabi, Shigaraki, and you to split the three seats in the back.
Dabi had immediately denied you sitting on him, insisting on being by the window without being weighed down in case Spinner’s awful driving made him puke. Toga was too small for you to sit on, just managing to squeeze in between Dabi and Twice who was tapping his leg so frantically you don’t think you could bear it.
Being your only option, you asked your leader as politely as you could if you could sit on his lap, receiving nothing more than a grumble of “Alright” in response.
Each bump in the road has you grinding back against Shigaraki, your knuckles turning white from how tight you're gripping the handle. If you feel something prodding you, you don’t mention it. He tries angling his hips back and lifting his legs up, anything to relieve him of the friction against his aching cock, but each time you end up right back where you started, with your plush ass pressed up against him.
The choked gasp he lets out is your only indication that something’s wrong as you turn to look over your shoulder. “Are you okay, boss?”
“I’m fine,” he rasps, his voice being surprisingly composed given the circumstance, though his cheeks are tinted pink.
You just give him a nod and turn to face the front again, accepting his answer at face value, no need for a further explanation.
Though the wet spot that’s visible on the back of your pants when you finally get off of him is a different story.
the tight clutch you have on the hem of your short pink skirt is out of annoyance, disgust, and discomfort. just sitting near him was already enough, but working with him on a project in his dorm room made you want to gag.
the cans of monster engulfing the small trash can that was barely noticeable in the corner of his room, the pitiful amount of figurines and collectibles that all stood on his cluttered desk alongside candy wrappers and stains of skeptical dried up liquids, the piled-up dirty clothes stacked on a peeled leather chair, and even to the odd smell that lingered in his room, which reminded you of a sewer on a hot day.. or maybe of a wet dog?
you couldn't figure it out and didn't want to.
honestly, out of all the students in the classroom, you end up with the naturally nastiest, weirdest, and quietest one, shigaraki? but, he was smart.. maybe the smartest student out of the entire class– college, but that doesn't make up for your discomfort.. and he can tell you were beyond uncomfortable in his presence, but honestly, he couldn't care about what you were thinking or feeling.
he just wants to get this art project over with.
"i can finish this off. you can leave." the sound of his raspy voice crushing through the thick awkward silence there was made you flinch slightly. it was like the first time hearing this man talk, ever.
your eyes flicker towards him as your glossy lips pucker and your brows furrow at his offer, which sounded like winning buzzers to your ears but you knew you had to stay. and honestly, that was the only thing you knew about this project.
"as much as i want to, shigaraki, but mr. aizawa said that this project is a.. uh.. whatcha ma call it?"
"collaborative?”
"oh, yeah! that weird word! a col-lab-o-ra-tive project and i don't wanna get in trouble for not doing it with you. so, i will stay, sadly.." you say highly. having to break down that big word for your diminutive brain as your sharp pink nails tap at your blank piece of paper in front of you. and that blank piece of paper was was supposed to be filled with notes hours ago.
shigaraki looked at you as if you had a rotting fish for a brain, your thoughts equally foul..
"okay then," shigaraki mutters, twitching his dried-out eyes back to his own paper.. that was filled with crucial notes, "it's not like you were doing anything anyway," he grumbles low into his baggy sweater, not audible enough for you to hear.
"hm, what was that?” you asked mindlessly and he simply ignored you.
you huff in annoyance seeing how he clearly dismissed your question but your head tilts softly to the side, keeping your beaming eyes on his side profile, and your face was contorting the longer you stared at him.
his greasy and unkept pale hair that looks like thick ropes swaying softly around his withered face. his dull crimson pupils in dying need of eye drops scanning over his paper, which they sat above baggy and wrinkly eyelids that drooped in exhaustion. his few deep dry scars that dragged over his right eyelid and the left side of his lips.. those thin uneven lips.. cracked and dried out.. always making it tempting for you to slide over your cheery lip bomb to him.
yet, that small mole under the right side of his lips you thought was..
cute.
“what?” his annoyed face snaps over towards your curious one. your eyes widen slightly at his bitterness, making you pout, your chest to puff upwards and your bare legs to cross over each other out of defense. it was hard for shigaraki to keep his irritated eyes connected with your magnified ones when your skirt traveled upwards from the sudden lift of your leg. though, he could still see the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs in his peripheral view..
“nothing.” you hiss out, but this unwanted tension was quickly overruled by the buzzing of your pink phone across from you.
it was like a magnet.
your head snapping over and your manicured hands reaching out for it and without hesitation, you picked up the dazzling phone without looking at the caller id.
"hey sissy! what are you doing?!" the pitch of your voice made shigaraki cringe. but his perverted eyes took this chance to glance down at your thighs for a better look as you twirled with your hair and mindlessly spoke with your friend about something that went through one of his ears and out the other. the only thing he picked up was,
"party?! can't project. after school. mm, why not? can't make it then.. but maybe.."
you kept babbling on about something he did not care about, at all, he was too focused on your thighs that we're suddenly being more exposed to.. him? the grip he had on his dull pencil tightened the moment he noticed your delicate hand playing around with the hem of your skirt, pulling the soft fabric up higher and revealing more of your skin to him.
wait.
what.
shigaraki's poppy-colored eyes darted up to yours and he almost choked up on his saliva. you were gazing at him with just the right look of heat in your eyes to make a strong pang shoot between his legs that very second. that look of ardor was glossed heavily in your gaze, a chemistry of passion and need, a seed of love, an invitation for him.
you didn't just look at him, you looked into him.
it made his numbing brain wonder why you're gazing at him with such a ravishing intent? it made his brain stutter with questions, but the moment you pulled in your bottom glossy lip by your teeth, only to let it bounce back down into place, shigaraki's brain flat wired.
"okay, i'll see you then.” you hang up the phone with a tedious smile displayed as you began to play with your exposed collar bone lightly as your other tapped softly at your thigh.
"so, shiggy– mind if i call you that, right?" the playful smile you presented to him made his head nod unknowingly.
“good, well, maybe we can work up that offer you said? and i'll pay you back in return?" you flicker your alluring eyes up at him as he just ogled at you with his mouth slightly agape.
"hm? what do you say? it would be very sweet of you if you did," you push yourself forward into his personal space, a hand sliding up his slim thigh to squeeze at. the sudden touch made shigaraki's usual slouch to be replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. "and i'm sure you don't want to give up such a deal, with me." the warmth of your breath layered against his lips; you were so close to him, practically crawling in his lap.
shigaraki was having a hard time forming the right words without them sounding all jumbled up, and it was never a great sign when his conversation-to-be is sounding witty in his head, but he managed to choke out, "w-what, are you trying to do?" he croaked, unfamiliar with a woman's touch.
you giggled sweetly, leaning back with a small pouty smile.
"what do you think, silly? you said you can finish the rest of this alone, yeah? so, you do this for me and i’ll make you cum.” you coo, as the grip you have on his thigh moved over to his groin to show him by what you meant more clearly, as if he didn't get the hint already. and you can feel the obvious tent pressing up against the buckle of his black jeans.
“mm, seems like your up for the offer, huh?"
you tease him, giving his hardness a soft squeeze only for him to buck his hips slightly up into your touch. it made you giggle seeing how sensitive he was and the boggled look in his eyes.
you can see he was visibly sweating, bad, all out of nervousness. his face was so flushed with heat it looked like he was going to have a stroke. hell, he just might because one of the prettiest girls in the entire school is touching him and not just touching him, rubbing his erection. it was like a wet dream he always had with you and he tried biting the inside of his cheek to check if it was because this surely can't be real, right?
a pretty girl like you wouldn't be touching a worthless guy like him.
right?
"sooo?" you squeeze his bulge harder, and this made him realize this was all so very real. it made his head spiral for a second as you felt around the outline of his cock and you were pretty impressed, almost shockingly impressed. the feel of his girth was overwhelming in sheer mass and the small thump you could feel every time it twitched made you unintentionally rub your thighs rub together.
"y-yes, i can finish it. you do whatever you want." the desperation in his voice to finally be touched by a woman is so embarrassing and you can feel him already softly humping against your palm for more friction. it was quite a sight to see and you wanted to see a little more..
even though you were holding back the acid-like vomit in the back of your throat for even touching him. you gulped it painfully down and easily slid into his lap, ignoring that pungent musk radiating from him. the moment you firmly planted your plush ass against his crotch, feeling his impressive erection prodding against your cunt through the soft fabrics of your panties, he let out a pitiful moan. it was so pitiful, yet, so pleasing to hear a man be so desperate for a simple touch from you.
you can tell he's never had this type of contact from a woman– contact from anyone in general. and shigaraki stingily savored this sensation of you rubbing your clothed cunt against his stiffness.
you could feel your velvety walls clench around nothing, cunt fluttering at the friction against your puffy clit as his rough, callused hands suddenly glued themselves to your thighs, squeezing, cupping, and massaging every inch of them. the rough feeling of his hands and the tight grip he has on you made you feel, appreciated..
as his adventurous hands roam around your skin, they fumble at the hem of your skirt and greedily moved it upwards to see more of a view. his mouth watered, seeing the cute little pink panties your wearing that pressed up against his aching bulge. this feeling of this was as if he could perceive your sins through the electromagnetic spark that crackled when his skin connected with yours.
your glossy lips curl as you coil your fingers around the small white buttons of your uniform and slowly began to unbuckle them. shigaraki's rosy eyes beamed straight up at each pop of those little buttons. each one popping open revealed more of your chest, and all the way down to your tummy.
he caught the drool that almost dribbled out from between his lips the moment your breast bounced in front of his face. the sight of your soft and round flesh was something he's never thought he will ever admire.
you smirk, shooting a playful wink at him as you took one of his hands to place on one of your soft breasts. the look on his face was just astonishingly funny to you. it was as if he was a little boy receiving a present he's been longing for on christmas.
and this present made him feel like he was going to cum.
“oh, fuck.” and so, he did.. this sight, this friction between the two of you was too much. so much, it made his eyes clench tightly together and his hips to buck up against you; embarrassingly creaming himself in his tight pants with a hot load of fresh cum, the drool he thought he had swallowed back now dribbling down the fat of your thigh.
the whine he let out as the greedy hold he had on your hips tightened, squeezing at your soft flesh as a safe haven. your jaw almost dropped, already feeling his sticky load seeping through the seam of his jeans.
he is so sensitive you thought, and the whine he let out as he came made you beam. you could still feel his cock throbbing, the excitement he was feeling was unreal, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his as a brutal tease.
“pfft, i knew this would be easy.. you really have never touched a woman before!” hearing you say that with a tedious giggle split his already whittled ego apart. being an average twenty-year-old male in college without the experience of a woman always poked fun at his manhood. but now, hearing it come from a preppy, idiotic school girl like you, who's always made fun of him silently in the back of class with your friends really pissed him off.
“you really are a loser, huh?”
you giggle some more and this set him off the edge internally.
“well, i made you cum, sooo, finish the rest of this? mkay, you weirdo?” you hit at his thumping chest softly before fumbling out of his lap, quickly fixing yourself up.
shigaraki’s breathing is still heavy as he's still struggling to come down from cloud nine. his heavy eyes hood, watching you collect all of your stuff together in your small pink purse. he breathes out, still, in shock that a pretty girl like you made him cum like this.
“anywhore, tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your balls off. i don't want anyone knowing i was touching an incel like you ‘n ruin my reputation.” you chirp out, unknowingly you're making a hatred in his heart for you to deepen.
“wait, wait!” the strain in his voice was harsh, it was as if he was cumming again. your brow cocked up at him, “i’ll do all of your projects for the rest of the year if you—”
Warnings: stepcest (reader is a young stepmom (30) & Reiner (24) is her stepson), female-bodied reader, short-coded reader, hurt/comfort/smut, infidelity, mentioned past suicide attempt, depression & anxiety, therapy, a lot of nipple and breast play, induced lactation and adult nursing, explicit sexual content, Rei is strong enough to lift you, sneaking around, handjobs, fingering, vaginal sex, mommy kink, mentioned breeding kink, general softness, bathing, heavy conversation, nobody gets caught, ending is happy but not resolved
A/N: this fic upturned my life for several days, and now it is here. big thank you’s to @whats-her-quirk and @ghost-party for reading and editing and being generally wonderful, and an extra big thank you to @itsleese for putting up with all my questions about milk and breastfeeding in general. you are a saint. every woman is different and blah blah blah but i definitely felt better having your perspective.
anyway, everyone knows i adore reiner and just want him to be okay, and i, uh, really accessed that part of me while writing this fic or something. okay, enjoy~
