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celinamazapan · 2 months

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A few days ago I requested this commission from /@Leso univers (on Facebook, buy commissions from him by the way, he draws beautifully!) in which my insert is in charge of do make our dumb blond chubby 🫣🩷 enjoy simps of the gummy bear!💛

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faulty-writes · 6 months

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[ Alright! Here’s a Taishiro piece for you! This was originally going to be for a Fat Gum Bang, but one of the admins was a real jerk, so I decided to quit the bang and post it here instead! This also might be slightly different from my other works, I’m trying to incorporate more detail with settings and surroundings in my writing. Depending on how well this is received, I may write a part II. Either way, I haven’t written for Fat Gum in a while. I hope you’ll enjoy it! ]

[ Working for The Public Modeling Commission wasn’t easy, but you managed. The modeling business wasn’t for everyone, and society always had negative opinions about plus-sized models including famous ones such as Taishiro Toyomitsu, who defied these societal expectations to the point of getting The Public Modeling Commission’s attention and furthermore, getting a proposed collaboration from them. But he’s on the fence about it until you’re sent in to convince him. ]

One had to follow certain rules in certain settings, and the modeling industry was no different. Be respectful, keep eye contact, and follow orders exactly. During your many years working under The Public Modeling Commission, you learned these things.

The sound of multiple voices and the gentle clink of glasses filled the air of the grandiose ballroom. The chandeliers hanging along the length of the ceiling sparkled like prisms and cast rainbow hues that reflected off the walls and some parts of the marble flooring that was colored a pristine white and had gentle strokes of yellow.

Delicate blue flowers were also painted onto its surface, further adding to the sense of elegance that made you feel suffocated. That’s probably why you chose to stand in the corner. You wore a gray tailored suit with a crisp white button-up shirt, the collar of which remained open exposing just enough skin.

A black tie complemented the collar and hung loosely around your neck and the black blazer that hugged your figure added a touch of sophistication that was normally associated with these types of parties. And finally, on your feet were polished oxfords.

You sighed and slumped against the wall as one of the waiters walked around holding a large circular tray with what appeared to be five flute cups filled with a golden liquid that kissed the edge of each glass and had some delicate bubbles floating along the top of it that begged you to drink.

Despite this, you resisted the urge. It was lovely to drink champagne, but you were ordered not to consume any alcoholic beverages. However, you knew that being part of this celebration should make you happy. Should.

After all, it was regarding the newly created plus-size modeling division The Public Modeling Commission was planning to launch. Unlike many models and society in general, you didn’t judge anyone based on their size, nor were you stuck up as some would assume people in your career were.

While it looked good on the surface, modeling became a dead-end job after a while. As strange as that may sound, not to mention the dark secrets behind the modeling industry or at least the dark secrets behind The Public Modeling Commission. However, you had your reasons for continuing to do it.

It’s not like you were a private person, you told anyone anything you felt like saying. In most respects, honesty wasn’t something you feared. Sadly, if your past were to come to light, it would ruin your career and the image of The Public Modeling Commission.

Unlike most models, you didn’t have a pleasant start. You shuttered when you thought about your past although you suspected that most would look up to you if they knew the things you had been through and the success you tasted now.

However, the past was the past, and you were determined to keep it behind closed doors. When you think about it, your job had many positive perks…well, besides fame. It also had its downsides, such as working even when you weren’t supposed to.

“Y/n,” Yokumiru Mera said, approaching you. Yokumiru was the second in command of The Public Modeling Commission and worked closely with Madam President, who oversaw the entire operation. Without her command, the wheel wouldn’t turn.

“Hm?” You hummed in response. Yokumiru was a middle-aged man, his usual messy beige hair was slicked back and the dark bags that were normally present under his eyes were concealed with makeup. He was wearing a formal black shirt with a white collar and tie, along with black dress pants.

“Here,” the man said before handing you a small envelope, sounding tired as ever. You glanced at it briefly before opening it and upon reading what it said, you knitted your eyebrows. “Taishiro Toyomitsu?” you asked, immediately recognizing the name.

He had an agency in Esuha City and was a famous plus-sized model. Yokumiru nodded. “You know who he is, Madam President wants to ensure the collaboration between this agency and his goes smoothly,” he explained.

Taishiro has been making astonishing achievements in his plus-size modeling career and caught the attention of The Public Modeling Commission, that’s what initially started their desire to create a plus-sized modeling division of their own.

While most would find this a noble goal, you knew it was only for business purposes considering The Public Modeling Commission was the largest modeling agency in Japan and had endless connections. Most of which were made from the past collaborations they had agreed to with lesser agencies.

But unlike those past collaborations, Madam President was intensely focused on doing a special collaboration with Taishiro that would skyrocket the introduction of the new plus-sized modeling division. A hand fisted into his hair as he sighed.

“She wants you to gain his favor and give her a report.” It was your turn to sigh. This was typical of Madam President to give you tasks that were meaningless in the long run and sometimes you questioned her methods. But this was also meaningless.

When she pulled the strings, you had to dance if you wanted to stay on her good side, and more importantly, if you wanted to remain employed. You nodded and tucked the envelope away on your person. “Understood,” you replied before looking around the room.

That’s when you spotted him, a rather tall and bulky man standing over the snack table dressed in an orange suit and tie. The few people who were standing nearby were looking at him in awe or possibly disgust, you couldn’t tell.

But you saw a handful of others making subtle gestures at him and more than likely gossiping about how big he was which, in your typical modeling business, gave the right to ridicule. That didn’t sit well with you, but you weren’t someone who dived into drama unless it was necessary.

After looking at Yokumiru, you crossed the room to Taishiro who was holding a small plastic plate while looking disappointed at the finger foods that were arranged just so on fancy clear plates across the table. The food they provided didn’t appeal to you either.

It was tasteless, bland, and didn’t satisfy your appetite and that’s probably why most of the attendants preferred to fill up on alcohol. “Were you expecting something else there?” you commented, grabbing a plate of your own and successfully catching the man’s attention.

“Hm?” Taishiro turned and that’s when you got a better look at the outfit he was wearing. In addition to the sleek suit jacket which yes, was as bright as an orange, you also noticed he was wearing matching trousers and a deep burgundy colored tie with black dress shoes that while like yours, looked more worn.

You smirked, ignoring his stare even as you piled your plate with the provided finger foods. Then you smiled at him. In addition to your outfit, figure, and hairstyle, he also noted that you appeared to be of average height, even though it wasn’t much of an endorsement given his stature; most people were much smaller than him.

As most of the models at this party did, you looked handsome and beautiful. Prim and proper even. He noticed that when you were a little plumper than others, there wasn’t much kindness in their eyes when they looked at you, but your eyes...well they were different.

Taishiro had long since gotten used to the stares and criticism that came with his job and...well, his build. Despite this, he had his reasons for considering the collaboration proposal from The Public Modeling Commission but had yet to fully make up his mind.

He was quite a handsome fella when he modeled in his youth, and he was well acquainted with the modeling business. However, many don't remember him for his younger years, but rather for what he became in his later years.

“Well, I know these fancy-like parties have these lil’ delicacies. They may be appetizin’ for some, but ‘fraid they don’t do much for a big fella like me,” he explained with a smile. In response, you shrugged and ate one of the snacks on your plate.

Despite tasting bland on your tongue, you chose to engage in conversation, just as Madam President instructed. “Well, it’d be dangerous if they served actual food at these kinds of events,” you joked. “You know the ones with...models.”

Although some may not find your joke humorous, it was one of the harsh realities of modeling. Maintaining your appearance, for the most part, was essential otherwise you would lose your career. Taishiro frowned. “Heh, well...” he paused, uncertain what to say.

“That doesn’t apply to you, does it? Don’t get me wrong. Plus-sized models are amazing and you’re doing the right thing by promoting what you do,” you said with a smile. “After all, you’re Taishiro Toyomitsu,” he laughed. “Sure am!” he replied.

“And what’s your name? I’ve seen ya around, on billboards and such,” he grinned as he extended his hand out. “Y/n,” you responded, shaking his hand. As soon as he heard your name, his eyes lit up, which you expected.

After all, you had held sixth place among the top 10 models in Japan for years which was impressive considering the models ahead of you were Enji Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tsunagu Hakamada, Shinya Kamihara, and Rumi Usagiyama.

Most of them had their own agencies. It was almost funny to think that models were treated as though they were celebrities. While most had their own fanbase, the top 10 models typically received the most love and as such, they needed to work hard to keep their fanbase happy.

It was a challenge sometimes, but you managed. After all, when you had so many fans who loved your beautiful face, it was best not to disappoint. As far as the ranking board was concerned, you knew that Taishiro fell within the 50 most popular models. In retrospect, that was an incredible accomplishment for a plus-sized model.

“Well fancy yourself a model!” he declared, putting his plate down before nudging your shoulder. “You’ve been with The Public Modeling Commission for a while, right? Maybe ya can teach me a thing or two,” he joked and you faked a smile, but it seemed genuine to most, and you knew it would fool him as well.

“Yeah, guess you could say that,” you replied, shrugging. “And yes, I could teach you a thing or two. First things first,” you pointed lazily at the individuals who continued to stare at Taishiro as if he were some sort of spectacle. “See those stares?” you asked, watching as he turned his head ever so slightly to see who you were referring to.

You threw your plate of food into the nearby trashcan while he was distracted and after a moment of hesitation, he replied, “Yeah.” Your smile widened. “Fantastic!” You exclaimed. “Ignore them,” you held two fingers up before he could respond.

“Second,” You took the plate of food he had set on the table and carelessly dropped it on the floor. He looked utterly shocked by your actions, but before he could address it you motioned for him to follow you. “It’s better to gorge yourself on actual food.” He looked at the food now splattered across the floor.

Since it was a little hard to lean over when you were a big fella, he followed you curious to see where you were leading him. “I’m guessing you’re familiar with the restaurants around here, yeah?” He chuckled at your question.

“Sure, I am!” He replied with a happy grin. “Great!” You said as you walked past the entrance of the building and out into the cool night air. No matter what time it was, the city was always busy, but at night, it was more captivating.

Neon lights illuminated the streets and reflected a rainbow of hues off the windows of the numerous buildings that surrounded the area, creating that bustling energy that cities are known for. In addition, the paper lanterns that hung from the food stands nestled between the buildings created a warm, welcoming aura.

They also added that savory fragrance that lingered in the air and made your mouth water. Despite that, a multitude of people lined the sidewalk, and each seemed woven together as they passed one another. Others sat on the available benches that were scattered around or stood at one of the many bus stops the city offered.

“Mm...” You seemed drawn to the couples that walked hand in hand or were sitting down lovingly gazing at each other. You never thought much about romance, but what else could you expect when you were adored by...well everyone?

It was somewhat disappointing to think that they only loved you for your career as opposed to the real you. Whoever that was. Even so, as of right now, you aren’t interested in anyone. You glanced up at Taishiro who, too, seemed awestruck by how beautiful the city looked.

Nope...weren’t interested in anyone. “So,” you said, resuming walking. “What restaurant do you want to go to?” He hesitated before following you. “Whatever suits your fancy! Trust me, this big ol’ gut doesn’t care as long as the food is hot and fresh!” he said patting his stomach with a hearty laugh.

“Mm, is that so?” You asked, glancing back at him. “Sure is. One thing I’ve learned is not to be picky when it comes to havin’ a good meal,” he shared. “Yeah, I agree,” you replied, your stomach grumbling at the thought of some steamy hot food piled high on a plate.

You looked ahead, spotting a large red building with a flashing yellow sign situated above it and a long line that expanded down the sidewalk. “Since we’re on the same page, how about we go there?” you suggested pointing at the restaurant.

“Seems a bit crowded,” he replied after taking into account the long line of people waiting outside. You smirked, “I know, but I’m sure I could get us a private room no problem,” you winked at the bigger man, who looked at you in confusion.

Instead of addressing it, when the two of you approached the building, you walked to the front door and he remained standing on the sidewalk. When the line of people spotted you, screams of joy echoed and he heard a few people call out your name. “Hm,” it wasn’t that hard for him to put two and two together.

“Heyo!” You greeted them with a pleasing smile and a playful wink, making them scream out again. He laughed softly. In general, he didn’t have much of a fan base because few people liked plus-sized models, but he treasured the fans he did have because fame wasn’t everything.

The only thing he wanted was to spread positivity and self-love. Glam and fashion magazines have always told everyone that skinny was the only way to be, that somehow a small stomach and a flawless face equaled true beauty. It didn’t.

He enjoyed inspiring others to see their inner beauty and appreciate how they looked on the outside. However, he was happy to see that you had a lot of fans. Guess you earned them. The hostess appeared more taken by you than the rest of the crowd and stared at you with such love and awe he was almost jealous.

“Mind if we get a private room to eat in, sweetheart? Yeah, I can autograph that for you,” chuckling, you took her clipboard and scribbled your name across it. She allowed you to enter after a selfie request but stumbled back when Taishiro walked over. Unlike you, he didn't get a warm welcome per se.

Suddenly, the crowd that had been shrieking for you stopped and murmurs and concerns filled the air. He couldn’t help but recall that most of the discrimination he faced was due to his size and shape. But people just have to deal with it.

When you realized he hadn’t followed you inside, you paused and turned to see him standing in front of the hostess. She wore a defensive posture, and you could only assume she was giving him a nasty look. “Hey,” you said, catching her attention.

“He’s with me,” the hostess looked at you in disbelief before looking back at Taishiro. Then with a sigh, she motioned him inside. You could only imagine what was going through her mind. Of course, that wasn’t important.

You turned and resumed walking inside the restaurant. It wasn’t that difficult for him to notice that you turned several heads when you walked by. The waitresses gave you that familiar loving gaze and some squealed with delight when they saw you.

Others who were eating suddenly paused and gazed at you with amazement. He wondered if you realized what you were doing or if you had just gotten so used to being treated this way that you ignored their reactions. Either way, he hoped you were happy and if you weren’t, heck he’d try his best to make you.

The pristine wooden door leading into the private room opened with a faint whisper and you noticed it was adorned with a beautiful painting of cherry blossoms and delicate pinks and greens that looked like they were swaying when the door moved.

You looked at Taishiro before stepping inside and immediately noted the elegantly placed table that dominated the room. It appeared to be constructed from ash wood, giving it a modern and sophisticated appearance that aligned with the feeling of the restaurant.

Its edges were carefully constructed into a gentle curve, and, like the door, cherry blossoms adorned its perimeter, further enhancing its artistic appeal. Its polished and prim surface had a pitcher of ice water and two large glasses on it and reflected the soft golden glow from the paper lanterns hung across the room.

To create an inviting atmosphere, the table was set low to the ground on tatami mats painted a greenish hue, encouraging you and Taishiro to sit on one of the four cushions placed along the curves of the table. Your concentration was broken when Taishiro laughed.

“Well, guess that’s a preview of the lovin’ and admirin’ ya get daily, huh?” You wanted to shrug and dismiss his words. Instead, you walked over and took a seat and he followed, taking the one across from you. Although he struggled a bit getting onto his knees and sitting cross-legged which you partly expected.

You tried to resist smirking and leaned one elbow on the table and cradled your hand against your cheek. “Yeah, more or less, sorry if I threw you for a loop,” you said with a forced laugh. “Heh, that’s alright!” he declared.

“No harm done, and I enjoy seein’ ya work your magic,” your smile filled him with joy, but there was something odd about it. He tended not to appreciate others smiling unless they meant it. “Right, well,” you picked up the menu and glanced over the choices while tapping your chin.

You lacked self-control when it came to food. Considering your very strict exercise regimen, eating whatever you desired didn’t adversely affect your modeling career. When you glanced up, you noted that Taishiro looked tall even when he was seated, and although he was a big and round individual, he was nice to look at.

His skin was clear and creamy, his blond hair fell in gentle waves, and his eyes were the same color as his hair. His appearance was truly unique, and you admired it. Several years ago, he made his plus-sized modeling debut, and you remember everyone laughing and criticizing him.

Of course, there were a few kind hearts out there, yourself included, that thanked him for his work and how he defied plus-sized modeling limitations. Not many knew this, but he was one of your motivations for your modeling career.

It’s funny how life works sometimes. Here you were sitting with one of the most famous plus-sized models in Japan, the same plus-sized model you had admired for years. Yet, it was almost as though it were under false pretenses given the fact you were only following orders.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t wise to go against Madam President since the newest division of her modeling franchise depended on Taishiro’s collaboration, and you were sent in as her rat to sweeten the deal. You didn’t realize how lost in thought you were until you heard your name.

“Y/n?” You snapped out of your daze. “Huh?” you replied, only to hear him laugh in return. “Is anythin’ wrong? Heh, I can understand why ya wanna stare, heck a lot of people stare at me. But your head seems to be in the clouds, is there somethin’ on your mind?” You shook your head.

“No...nothing,” you replied, glancing to the side. Despite knowing you were lying, he shrugged. “Alrighty then...” he said, not wanting to provoke or push you into telling him what was wrong. It had to come out sooner or later. “So,” he adjusted the menu in his hands.

“What were ya thinkin’ of gettin’? Everythin’ sounds pretty appetizin’, doesn't it?” You tapped your lips several times, scanning the menu. “Hm...takoyaki, yakitori, and tempura sound delicious. We could also order sushi and onigiri,” you suggested, making him laugh in response.

As you lowered your menu, you raised an eyebrow in his direction. “I’m sorry,” he said, letting his laughter die down. “I didn’t mean to disrespect ya in any way. I just wasn’t expectin’ a model as fine as yourself to be prepared to eat that much,” he explained.

“I just admire someone with an appetite like mine,” he added. “Heh,” you tried to smile but knew what he was thinking. He thought you were like the rest of the braindead models, who starved themselves or ate nothing but healthy food, but that’s not how you lived.

You reminded yourself again that as long as you stuck to your exercise routine, the one Madam President made for you, eating what you pleased wouldn’t jeopardize your career. “Is that correct?” You asked respectfully, but even so, tension dripped from you like a leaky faucet.

He opened his mouth, sensing the tension, only to have the waitress interrupt him. After placing your order, you flashed her a smile and tried to ignore the look of disbelief on her face. Then Taishiro ordered his food, and the two of you were left alone again.

After pouring yourself a glass of water and taking a sip, you glanced at him and leaned back in your seat. “So, what made you want to get into modeling? If memory serves, you started modeling after you graduated High School and your popularity grew,” you said, wanting to start a conversation.

Taishiro tensed up a bit and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. “Yeah, I suppose that’s right,” he said, quickly recalling his younger years. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed modelin’ back then, and still do now!” he exclaimed with a determined smirk.

But it soon faded, and he fixed his eyes on the table. “After a while though, fame, and fortune don’t mean much if people only come to ya ‘cause you’re pleasin’ to the eye,” he explained, and you understood what he meant.

It seemed that beauty played the most crucial role in determining how people treated you and what kind of looks you got in society. “I wanted to be somethin’ more, but along the way, I found another passion,” he said, patting his stomach.

“After that, I got to thinkin’ that despite my growin’ size I could still be a role model that others look up to,” you nodded. “Yeah…I remember your early days as a model. You inspired me to follow the profession. Even after people tried to bury your name and career,” you smirked when he parted his lips in shock.

“Heh, well I guess I should be thankin’ ya for lookin’ up to me so kindly. But with natural beauty like yours, I’d think you’d find your way into this career without lookin’ up to me,” he said, and you shook your head, a smile still painting your features.

“I like looking up to you. The fact that you redefined the modeling business is amazing,” might as well try buttering him up. “All your dedication and work are paying off. The Public Modeling Commission was determined to open a plus-sized division after seeing your success.” You chuckled briefly.

“I’m sure the collaboration between your and our agencies will finally give plus-sized models the respect they deserve and-” you paused. You could dig for more information discreetly now that you’ve mentioned The Public Modeling Commission and the collaboration. You could also make sure Taishiro was 100% on board.

You felt your stomach twist in disgust, almost wishing he knew what you were doing. If he did, the kind and admiring eyes he used to look at you would no longer be there. “Oh sorry,” you said, pressing your hands against your chest.

“You haven’t fully decided if you will go through with the collaboration. Shouldn’t have mentioned it, I-” He interrupted you, falling hook, line, and sinker for your setup. “It’s alright,” he said with a chuckle allowing his eyes to linger on you for a long moment then gazed at your hand which remained resting on the table.

“Truth be told, I was on the fence about it…but…” You tensed up when he placed his hand over yours. Yes, you did not judge others by their, ahem…proportions. But it was hard to ignore how large his hand was. While it swallowed your hand whole, you also noticed how warm and gentle his touch was.

His thumb stroked the side of your hand like one would pet a bird or a kitten. “Ya convinced me with your kindness,” you knitted your eyebrows. “Sorry?” you replied, but he smiled. “Your kindness, most wouldn’t approach me like ya did,” he chuckled, “and that honesty of yours is also somethin’ to be admired.”

Your heart sank at his words, if only he knew how dishonest you were being. “And if I accept this collaboration, well it’d be a downright honor to work side by side with ya if I’d be so privileged,” you looked at him with disbelief. It faded after a few moments, and you glanced away. “Oh, uh...” What should you even say to that?

“Thanks?” Yeah, thanking him was better than nothing. “Heh, heh. The pleasure is mine,” he replied with a smile, and you gave a forced one in return. It was sad to think that such a smile fooled thousands of people every day.

Taishiro knitted his eyebrows almost as if he sensed something was wrong and opened his mouth, but at that moment the waitress returned, placing the food on the table and you sighed in relief. Grabbing a yakitori, you greedily tore off a chunk like an animal tearing into a fresh kill.

While he looked on in amusement, you hummed in approval and licked your lips. “Heh, guessin’ it’s good eatin’, don’t mind if I do,” he said, reaching over to take a yakitori. A minute later, you both had your plates piled high and exchanged a few words as you ate your fill.

“Ah, that food was pretty tasty!” he said with a chuckle, patting his stomach. You nodded, leaning back against your seat when the waitress came with the bill. “Hm?” Taishiro sat up and was about to reach across the table to look at it, but you snatched it away.

You placed it on your lap before pulling out your credit card. “Pardon,” he said as you tucked your card into the check presenter’s plastic sleeve. “Yes?” you replied, looking at him. “Are ya intendin’ to pay for this meal?” he asked, and his voice reflected a slight suspicion and uncertainty.

“Is that a problem?” you replied with a smirk. “Well now, I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I expected ya to pay,” he said, but you shrugged. “I’m paying,” you replied, your tone firm and your voice deep to make sure he knew there was no room for argument.

As you handed the check presenter to the waitress, you looked at him and said, “Consider it a welcoming present and a thank you for collaborating with The Public Modeling Commission.” You gave him yet another sweet but fake smile.

He frowned when he saw it but decided not to address it now. “Well, thank ya kindly but next time, the meals on me,” he stated. You were caught off guard by his words. “Next time?” You muttered under your breath but knew not to overthink it.

Most likely, he was just being polite. Before walking out of the restaurant with him, you ensured everything was correct and put your credit card away. It was less cluttered on the sidewalk, but people still walked along it.

More than likely they were heading home after a long day’s work. You noticed the signs you passed by earlier looked brighter than before. This was especially evident considering the sky was now painted black and only a few stars were visible.

Taishiro noticed a genuine smile on your face as you looked up at the sky, and he wanted to tell you to only smile when you mean it. At the same time, he knew that you must have had your reasons for that fake smile. “Heh,” he chuckled, catching your attention.

“What?” you asked, and he shook his head, his eyes lingering on you. “Nothing, I just…” He paused and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his already messy blond hair around. “I wanted to apologize for my earlier comment again and-” you waved his words off.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you said as you walked down the sidewalk. “That’s the reaction most models who actually eat and are friendly get. We break the illusion society holds over us. That we’re perfect little porcelain dolls,” you explained before looking up at the sky again.

“Some of us are lucky enough to be broken porcelain dolls,” you joked, a bit of a dark joke at that but still you chuckled. As Taishiro followed you, he apologized to the few people he ran into and those who stepped around to avoid him.

“Is that right?” He replied before holding back his breath. “Well,” he reached over, laying his hand on your shoulder and making you pause. “Hm?” You turned, looking at him with curiosity and something about that expression made his heart leap.

“Uh,” for a moment he forgot what he wanted to say. “Oh!” He laughed. “As far as porcelain dolls go. I gotta say if I were the collector type, I’d buy a dozen of ya ‘cause I can’t get enough of your sweet self!” His comment made you snicker.

“Right,” you replied dryly and resumed walking, and he followed right behind you. “So, the party should be just about over by now,” you informed him. “Oh?” He smiled. He was happy he got to spend time with you instead of remaining at the party so there was no sadness in knowing it was over.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying not to let silence fill the space between the two of you. “So do you live far from here?” You asked. “Heh, I live back in good ol’ Esuha City,” you nodded. “Near your agency I assume. Good thinking,” you commented, “must be nice.”

“Well, city life ain’t for most. Truth be told, I’d be just as content livin’ in one of the rural areas. Of course, then I’d miss out on all the great food the city has to offer,” he said laughing. You smirked, “Yeah…the city has some excellent food,” enough to satisfy you anyway.

Glancing ahead, you could see the building where the party was being held. There were also a few people walking out and several cars pulling out onto the street. “So did you drive here?” you asked, ignoring the chill of the air against your cheeks, which were slowly turning red.

“Nah, I don’t do much drivin’. Heh, but I have a ride. Don’t ya be worryin’ about lil’ ol’ me now,” he teased, gently nudging you with his elbow. “Heh,” you chuckled and felt relieved when you were finally in front of the semi-empty building.

While your back was turned to it, you felt eyes on you, and you assumed said eyes belonged to Madam President. Somehow, she always kept tabs on you, and if not her, then someone close to her did. To put it simply, you were never actually alone.

Every move you made had to be calculated perfectly, but sometimes you didn’t care about the consequences of your actions, maybe that made you rebellious. You weren’t sure. However, most would advise against angering Madam President.

Despite this, you and your colleague made a game out of it. Come to think of it, it’s strange that Madam President didn't send him to do this job. Who knows, maybe she thought Taishiro would be more drawn to you? Regardless, you knew you would find out later.

“So, I guess this is goodnight. That dinner was delicious, we must do it again sometime,” you said, putting on your most optimistic smile. His face twisted with uncertainty and before you could react, he grabbed your hands and cradled them.

First, he put his hand over yours during dinner, and now this. “I’d like that, if ya don’t mind bein’ seen with a big fella like me again. Havin’ dinner or just spendin’ time with ya again would be a pleasure,” he said, smiling at you and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

“Hmm,” Madam President’s eyes remained fixed on you and Taishiro. “What on Earth is going on…” she muttered, her words dripping with suspicion. “I’m sure everything is fine…” Yokumiru said, ignoring her glare. “I agree!” Keigo announced as he entered the room.

His feathery ash hair was slicked back, highlighting his yellow eyes adorned with triangular tattoos on the top corners and tear ducts. He wore a black and red suit that almost appeared to have some sort of shimmer to it, and he had a faint amount of stubble on his chin.

He smirked as he walked over and plopped onto the couch. “Takami…” Madam President growled but did not remove her eyes from you nor Taishiro. “Aw, come on there Madam President. I know I left my post early, but hey…it looks like you didn’t need hawk eyes on Y/n after all.”

Like you, Keigo often carried out Madam President’s orders which consisted mostly of keeping tabs on the others she sent out. Like a supervisor, but undetected. “I mean sure, I could have done the job just as well,” he stated, placing his hands behind his head.

He lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “But Y/n has that certain genuine charm people seem to like, and besides Toyomitsu seemed pretty smitten with them, so didn’t think I needed to observe any longer,” he explained.

He could sense tension in the air. More than likely Madam President was angered because he technically disobeyed her order. However, no harm was done, and he wasn’t scared of what she might do. She had no one better than him, apart from you, that is.

“I hope to see ya again real soon, alright?” Taishiro squeezed your hands gently before releasing them, turning, and walking away. As you watched him disappear, you felt your hands tingle and a strange feeling of warmth wash over you.

But your moment was interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat. You sighed and turned to face her after shaking your head to clear your thoughts. “Madam President,” you replied nonchalantly. She crossed her arms. “Report,” she stated, and you sighed again.

“Right, straight to that, huh?” You replied, placing one hand on your hip. “He agreed to collaborate with our agency. There’s no changing his mind,” you said. “Ensure it remains that way,” she ordered before turning back toward the building and walking away.

“Suuuuuure,” you replied half-heartedly before placing your hand on your chest, feeling the unusual speedy pace of your heart. The last time you received physical affection and talked to someone who seemed genuinely interested in you instead of your career was a long time ago.

But Taishiro...the way he looked and spoke to you. Well, it was different than what you were used to. He was different than the others Madam President assigned you to butter up. “Mm…” you pressed a hand to your forehead.

“I must be going crazy. It’s been a long day,” you concluded, shrugging before you started toward the car that The Public Modeling Commission provided. When you approached, Untenmaru Kurumada stepped out.

He was an older man with short black hair styled up in the front and a white mustache with hints of black. On the length of his chin, white facial hair was also present. A black dress shirt and white tie complemented his dark-colored jacket that hugged his chest and waist.

Additionally, he always wore white driving gloves. Since Enji, the one he had an exclusive contract with, did not attend tonight’s event, he agreed to drive the models present because he made a living catering to models specifically.

“Hello Y/n!” he shouted enthusiastically as he opened the door. “Where are you headed!?” he asked, his voice high and loud. You replied, “I’ll head home, thank you,” and he nodded before closing the door, climbing into the driver’s seat, and starting the engine.

As the car pulled out onto the street, you looked at the black sky still adorned with those sparkling diamonds known as the stars. Then you looked down at your hands which lay motionless in your lap. You remembered Taishiro’s secure grip on them and yet again how he looked at you.

It was unlike the looks you got daily, there was just something about it that made you feel…strange. “Hm…” you knit your eyebrows. Untenmaru noticed the expression you were making when he gazed at the rearview mirror and frowned.

Despite knowing it wasn’t any of his business, he blurted out “Something wrong!?” His many years as a chauffeur gave him a great deal of insight into the challenges associated with the modeling industry, and the struggles models of your generation face.

He had known you for some time, and usually, you had a smile on your face. However, tonight it seemed someone or something had stolen it from you. Looking at him, you raised your eyebrows. Damn…shouldn't have given yourself away.

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Nothing. I’m just…I mean it’s just…” Drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you tried to think. “I’m just worried about how well the collaboration with Toyomitsu will go. After all, this new division means a lot to The Public Modeling Commission,” you explained only to hear him huff in response.

“Is that all you kids think about!? There’s more to life than success! Even Mr. Todoroki knows that!” You hummed in response, and although he had a point, you knew he couldn’t tell that there was an enormous amount of guilt weighing your heart down.

When you think about it, Madam President would likely assign you or Keigo to show Taishiro the ropes before the big collaboration debut. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your pants. You could only imagine how chaotic that would be.

In addition, despite your best efforts to tell yourself this was only business, Taishiro Toyomitsu, made your stomach churn with butterflies which was an unusual and furthermore, unwanted reaction that you had to get under control before your next meeting with him.

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shigarakisbabyy · 1 year

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Ass- FatGum x Male Reader NSFW

Y/n has a fat ass in this because I wanted to write fatgum worshipping it :). Reader has a penis and is referred to as a boy. Also, readers kinda shy?

Warnings: soft dom fat gum, twerking, anal, spanking, ass eating, butt plugs, cumming inside

“Come on pretty boy,” Fatgum said softly, gripping your hips as you stood in front of him, “Can you shake your ass for me?”

You gently grabbed your shirt and pulled it up, exposing your bare lower half to your boyfriend. You heard him let out a soft groan as the sight of you, making you blush and butterflies erupt in your tummy. You were glad you weren’t facing him, it’d be terribly embarrassing for him to see just how red your face was.

You began to slowly swing your hips front and back; side to side. You could feel your ass and thighs jiggle back and forth with every movement, and you silently prayed it was sexy enough for Fatgum.

His grip on your hips was light, but you knew in an instant he could grip you hard enough to throw you over his shoulder and onto the bed, not even needing ten seconds to do so. You kept swinging your hips back and forth, bending down slightly to shove your ass towards his face.

He groaned again, tightening his grip on your hips, making your face flush even more. Little sparks of excitement erupted in your stomach, flourishing throughout your entire body.

“Is.. is it good?” You stopped your movements for a second, putting your clenched fists up to your face to cover yourself.

“Fuck…” Fat Gum groaned, “It’s more than perfect baby.”

You let out an embarrassed giggle, soft and barely audible. You kept smiling as you continued wiggling your ass back and forth and up and down, growing bolder with your teasing. You were practically grinding on him now, and every few seconds the top of your thigh would brush against his aching cock in his pants.

Fat Gum gripped your waist, long and thick fingers resting over your stomach and almost touching each other. There was no way you’d be able to move away from him now, not with his grip as firm as it was.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” He whispered, one of his hands trailing down across your ass cheeks and gripping them harshly.

Every time he touched your ass your stomach erupted in butterflies, your knees growing weak and unsteady. You felt your growing hard on get bigger and bigger, pushing up against the fabric of your shirt that covered it. It ached, begging to be touched already from how excited and turned on you were from presenting yourself to him. All you wanted was his perfect dick buried deep within your guts. He could do it too, that man had a monster in between his legs.

“Are you enjoying your show?” You asked, your voice barely audible as it would start cracking if you got any louder.

“I’m enjoying this very…” Fatgum answered, both of his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart, “much.” He gave you a light smack on your left cheek, making you jolt.

He noticed your reaction, letting out a deep chuckle, “Did you like that?” He asked.

“N-no,” You lied, having to remind yourself to breathe.

“Don’t lie to me,” Fat Gum said, smacking your right cheek this time, “I want an honest answer.”

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the room felt as scorchingly hot as a desert that hadn’t had a drop of rain in centuries.

“Mm…” You whined, “I- I liked it…”

“Good boy,” He gently trailed his hands back up to your waist, gripping tighter this time but now by much.

You gave him a teasing wiggle, eliciting a quiet laugh from him. You could hear the smile etched onto his face.

“I could stare at this ass all day,” Fat Gum whispered, “It’s so perfect. I couldn’t live without it.”

You giggled again, this time grabbing your shirt and hiking it up to cover your mouth. You weren’t sure why, it’s not like he could see your face anyways. Your cock ached as it felt fresh air, twitching and leaking a glistening trail of precum that fell down to the floor.

“Maybe you’d like to try some toys before I bend you over, hm?” He gripped your cheeks again, spreading them apart to look at your hole.

You nodded, too embarrassed for words.

“Use your words, love,” He whispered.

“Y-yes, I’d like that,” You choked out.

“There you go,” He praised, pulling you towards him and pressing a light kiss to your mid back.

You heard him shuffle through your guys’ nightstand, probably looking for the newest addition to your collection.

You heard him open a bottle of lube, and listened to the noise of him squirting it over his fingers and making sure they were evenly coated. You braced yourself for when the cold liquid would hit your burning hole.

You jolted when you felt him slowly push one finger inside, the foreign object feeling good but strange at the same time. It wasn’t until he pumped it in and out a few times and curled his fingers in the right spot that you were reminded once again why you liked anal so much.

“You’re getting so worked up from just one finger,” Fatgum laughed, commenting on your labored breathing and occasional whines, “You really want me that bad, huh?”

“I- ah- always want you,” You breathed out, throwing your head back and looking at the ceiling.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” He smirked, adding another finger.

He scissored you now, working open your tight ring of muscle. You pushed back into him, clenching your fists again and again when he brushed past that special spot inside you that made your knees weak. It’s like there was a supernova of stars erupting in you, overloading your most sensitive spots and making you feel so good you could’ve sworn you saw an entire galaxy when you screwed your eyes shut.

“Fuuuck, Tai- mmmnm,” You moaned, desperately rutting into his fingers, aching for them to be deeper inside.

“I know baby, feels so good doesn’t it?” He slowly removed his fingers from your walls.

You whined from the loss of being filled, but soon a tear drop shaped object was pressing against your hole, slowly making its way inside. You took a deep breath, relaxing your muscles so the plug could fill you up.

“There you go, your ass just swallowed that up didn’t it?” Fatgum joked, smacking your left cheek when the plug was fully inserted.

Your insides ached for stimulation, but since the plug didn’t move, you wouldn’t be granted your body’s wish.

You felt Fat Gum press on the base of the toy, and the sound of the click of a button filled the room before sharp vibrations cascaded their way inside you.

“Ah!” You almost toppled over at the shock, Fatgum’s hands on your waist steadying you again.

You took a deep breath in, biting your lip and covering your mouth with both of your hands to keep your noises inside. You leaned over slightly, shaking your ass again. It was hard, your legs were unstable and rickety, and threatened to collapse underneath you every time a new wave of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Fatgum decided he’d had enough of just watching you, and instead pulled you down onto his lap, gripping your waist and grinding you against his throbbing cock. You held onto his knees for balance, your moans escaping your mouth and filling the room.

“You were such a tease today, it was so hard not to lock us in my office and bend you over my desk, baby,” He huskily whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Earlier you had strutted into his office when he was on his lunch break, sporting a tank top and tight jean shorts that left little into the imagination. You had strolled around and said hi to all of his coworkers, swaying your hips side to side as Fatgum trailed behind you. You were there to give him his lunch, but you wanted to see if you could get him to cave and take you in his office. He hadn’t, but he had cornered you and said you had something much better in store for later.

You always had so much confidence when you were teasing him and toying around, but the minute you got what you wanted you turned into a weak, stuttering, bright-red mess. You turned to putty in his hands, allowing him to do virtually anything he liked with you.

“Mnm,” You groaned out, the tip of the plug teasing your prostate, “I just- mnnnmmm- wanted you so bad, Tai.”

“Oh, I know honey,” Fat Gum cooed, “Just can’t get enough of me, can you? Gotta always be ready and waiting f’me.”

You whined, resisting his grip on your waist and turning around, straddling his lap while you held the sides of his face in your hands.

“You look so pretty,” He whispered, his eyes glazy and droopy, beads of sweat pooling on his face. He might tease you for getting worked up, but he was never any better.

He was in his midsize form, not as large as he was when he did hero work, but he was still substantially taller and bigger than you. His soft, blonde hair was stuck to his forehead, his yellow eyes seeming to glow with lust. You gripped his muscular shoulder and ground your uncovered dick into his clothed one, shutting your eyes. Eye contact worked you up far too much, you liked to save it for the big finale when he was on top of you.

“Mnm… love you,” You groaned, burying your face in his neck while you increased the speed of your thrusts. It was hard to keep your lower half moving with his strong the plug was, but you managed. Your dick was on fire, not being satisfied from the weak stimulation of humping against him.

“I love you too baby,” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his large hands trailing up your shirt and feeling up your torso and chest.

“P-Please get in me, Tai…” You begged, pressing your body so close to his you could form into one.

“Gladly.”

He laid you on your stomach, your face pressing gently into the pillows. You slightly raised your ass in the air, spreading open your legs as far as they could go.

“Good boy,” He chuckled, “I don’t even have to tell you to spread your legs for you to do it. So obedient.”

He gripped the exterior of the plug, gently pulling it out without turning off the vibrations. When it was out, he trailed it down to caress over your taint, and then your balls, making you shiver from the satisfaction of being touched.

You humped the bed, unable to resist trying to chase your high.

“Please…” You begged again.

Fat Gum didn’t say anything, but he gripped your ass cheeks and spread them apart again, spitting onto your hole. You jolted, eyes wide in shock when you felt his thick tongue begin to tease your rim.

He always took his time with foreplay, making sure to make you fall apart in his hands and reach peak sensitivity before he’d even consider plunging his cock inside you. You hated the teasing, but you also loved just how mind numbingly pleasurable it was.

You pushed back on his tongue, silently begging him to push it inside you and work you open for him. He obliged, the wet muscle invading your even wetter walls.

“Mmm… fuck…” You whined, shoving your face in the pillow and throwing your arms over your head.

Fat Gum gave you a sharp spank to your right cheek, then harshly gripped it and squeezed. You threw your head back, the sensation of being spanked while his tongue pleased all of your most sensitive spots almost bringing you to the edge.

There was stars. They were shooting and erupting in your core, making your mind go blank and vision fuzzy. You couldn’t remember anything that had happened earlier that day, maybe even your name. All words in any language had been evicted from your brain. All you could think about was the insane amount of pleasure to your lower half.

Just when you thought you were going to bust, Fat Gum pulled away and spanked you again, this time both of his hands landing on both of your cheeks.

“Mmmmmnm…”

“Shhh, I know baby,” He cooed, “You’ll get to cum soon.”

Fat Gum rested one hand on your waist, using the other to line his dick up to your hole. You pushed back against him when you felt the head touch you, his familiar heat feeling like home.

He pushed into you slowly, not wanting to go too fast and harm you. He trailed his fingers along your back and waist, attempting to soothe you while your hole burned with the stretch of trying to fit all of him inside you. You whined with each millimeter that entered, your legs shaking and numb.

“It’s all in now baby,” He said, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You tilted your head back and to the side, giving you access to smash your lips together while one of your hands cupped his cheek. Even after being together so many times, you never got bored of the way his mouth felt against yours. It was hot, messy but gentle, and filled with the desire to please each other.

“Please be gentle,” You murmured, the stinging in your ass starting to subside.

“I didn’t think of doing anything else,” He promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Fat Gum waits a moment longer before he slowly rocks his hips forward and backward. Slowly, gently working you open and building up his pace little by little. He gripped your ass cheeks, gently kneading the flesh and spreading them apart so he could watch his length disappear inside you with every thrust.

He was hard to take, even with preparation. You bit your lip to hold back pained whines as little tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Gripping the bedsheets, you focused on your breathing until the pain subsided. After only a few moments, it stopped hurting and all you felt was white-hot pleasure coursing through your whole body.

“Oh Fuck- fuck!” You moaned, pushing back against Fat Gum, “Fuck me, please!”

He laughed behind you and increased his pace, his hips slapping against you loudly. He loved when you begged for him like this, pliant and needy and wanting him terribly.

Each thrust hit your prostate, making your legs shake. It felt so good to come so undone underneath Fat Gum, completely at his mercy. Your cock throbbed against the bed and you could feel the pool of precum collected beneath your stomach, sure to be a hassle to clean up later, but you weren’t focused on that now. All you could think about was that monster thrusting inside you and making your insides feel like heaven.

“Tai- Tai- Tai-“ You said his name like it was a prayer.

“You feel good baby boy?” You could hear his smirk in his voice.

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

Without seeming possible, he increased his pace, sure to leave bruises on you from how hard he was slamming against you. It made your eyes roll back into your head, your mind going fuzzy and numb.

You felt the orgasm building, the right rope in your core stretching tighter and tighter, threatening to snap with each thrust.

“Gonna- gonna cum- Tai-“ You whined, your voice weak and dripping with need.

“Cum for me baby,” Fat Gum whispered in your ear, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

With his permission, you came so hard you thought you blacked out for a few seconds. Your body shook and you’re sure you screamed out but you couldn’t really hear yourself, all you could focus on was his cock inside you and how fucking amazing it felt.

Fat Gum came only a few seconds later, the white hot liquid spewing deep inside you. He slowly released himself from you, climbing off the bed to grab a towel to clean you off. Sleepily, you let him, your eyes barely open and quickly losing consciousness. He quite literally fucked you to sleep.

After he finished cleaned you off, he laid a towel beneath you for when inevitably his cum leaked out of you during the night. He laid down beside you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you on the top of your head.

“I love you so much baby,” He said “Did so good for me. So proud.”

You smiled until you fell asleep.

#bnha #mha #shigarakisbabyy #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fatgum x reader #fatgum x male reader #taishiro toyomitsu #Taishiro toyomitsu x male reader #Taishiro toyomitsu x reader

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hydrangeyes · 6 months

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Sauce

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Fat gum x male reader, *food smut pretty much, just fat gum coming home after a rough day and seeing you cooking his comfort food gets him going

warnings: light feeding play, established relationship, creampie, cum eating, power bottom Fat gum/Taishiro, giggly sex

I want to come back to this one soo bad! writing giggly sex is so fun, so maybe maybe also unfinished lmao

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A couple of a couple of intense arrests towards the end of his patrol and taishiro was just about ready to eat himself into a food coma he was so exhausted. But given how late it was anything he was craving was closed, so with a goodbye wave to his two favorite interns he starts heading home. Officially.

Using what’s left of his energy, Taishiro makes it back to his home. Yawning lightly he lazily unlocks and makes his way inside, only to smell...

“Takoyaki?”

Which could only mean.

“ Y/N!!!” He calls out hearing a startled yelp and something drop on the floor. He sheepishly makes his way to the kitchen and chuckles seeing you picking up a pair of chopsticks.

There you were looking all soft and cozy, wearing some sweatpants and one of his shirts. “Taishiro what did I tell you about startling me!” you huff tossing the chopsticks into the sink as he comes over and tugging you into a tight hug.

“mmh missed ya~”

You sigh and return the hug happily, you missed him too. Being on a long mission and then coming back only for him to be pulling some extra shifts. You both snuggle and cling to each other happily just soaking in each others warmth.

“MM made you something.” You coo pulling back and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. He doesn’t let go as you walk back to unplug the pop maker. Luckily when he startled you, you already plated the last one.

“homemade Takoyaki? Aw gummy bear~” he perks reaching for one and popping it into his mouth. “Hey! I’m not done, I still have to put the toppings on!” you chuckle as he hums happily going for another.

Slipping off, you go and get the kimchi and shredded chicken mix out of the fridge. “Oh! it’s done?” Taishiro asks excitedly eating his second ball, watching you closely. “mhm! was done yesterday.” you grin putting abit on half the balls and sprinkle the mix on top of the other half.

Happily you lift one up to his mouth with a grin. “Say aahh” You teasingly cooed. Taishiro chuckles opening his mouth and allowing you to feed him the tasty snack. You eagerly watch as he chewed and then brightened. Success.

“Y/n! gummy bear that tasted delicious!! the way you’ve made this batch of kimchi is definitely the best so far!” He gushes nudging for you to give him another.

You can’t help but feel proud as you feed him another one. It took you ages to get the right taste and texture for a decent kimchi, even more for it to taste so good.

“what about you?”

“I’m glad it’s good, I love it when you enjoy the food I make. Especially since I want to make you some comfort food after long days.” you comment watching him nibble on this one. Taishiro hums taking his time with it, even going as far as to lick the fork. you lean against the counter proud of yourself.

“Mh~ Sweethearttt~” he coos leaning forward to give you a soft kiss, just the thought of you making food for when he gets home melted his heart. but hearing you learning new recipes specifically for his comfort?

In the back of his head he notes that he needed to do something for you. Maybe taking some time off, a couples vacation?

Keeping that also in mind, he leans back, foreheads still touching “This is exactly what I needed today.” he says watching you try and put the fork back on the table. You melt, feeling warm always happy to improve his mood after a rough day. “Good, want to finish the rest?”

(Just typing not editing yet):

You grin reaching back for the one he was nibbling on and gently feeds him from your hands. “Trust me, I ate the first batch.”

Taishiro let’s out a pleased sigh eating it up before licking your fingers. An idea came to mind, now taking his time lapping up the salty sauce.

You groan at the feeling licking your own lips as you watch Taishiro stares up at you. “T-tai?” Your heart starts to beat faster, free hand gripping the counter edge. Taishiro grins with a bit of teeth showing. “Come on~ Feed me another one?”

“I really do appreciate you making this for me sir~” he mumbles, eyes hooded as you bring another ball up to his mouth. You try to focus but with how he was staring at you heatedly and the warmth of his body pressing into your own, it was abit hard.

Swallowing and trying to not show how affected you were, you reach for the plate. Only taking your eyes off of him for just a minute, but it was enough for Taishiro to wiggle closer between your legs.

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Popping the takoyaki into his mouth, he playfully takes his time licking 'clean' off two of your fingers, teasingly sucking the tips into his mouth. Pleased as he feels you tremble lightly, slipping his tongue between digits to tease you even more. Finally, he moves back after a soft suck on the tip of your fingers. “So I’m going to reward you.”

Shakily you nod letting him guide you to sit at the kitchen table.

You shivered feeling your cheeks warm and a shock down your stomach. “what type of reward?” is the only thing you can think to say, leaning in as taishiro kisses your cheek and down to your neck straddling your lap.

“Mhm, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Since you’ve last stuffed and fucked me stupid.” He purrs tugging at your shirt hungrily. You couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He pouts and whining softly but also trying to hold in a laugh. “Y/n, I’m serious!”

“I know, I know you’re just so cute when you dirty talk.” You snicker cupping his face and kissing it before settling on his lips giving them a nip. “Mm but you're right ~”

Taishiro groans happily as you start trailing bites and kisses from his jaw to neck. One hand reaching up to grip the back of your head and press for more. You pull back only to try and unzip his jacket. “All your marks are gone too. I want them back.” taishiro almost demands, shruging his jacket off.

You let out a pleasure sigh as he rocks his hips against your crotch. The pressure on your trapped cock working abit too well. 'Gotcha.' Taishiro thinks and groans lightly as you grip his hips and grinding back a bit harder.

"A-ah come on sir~ just a quick round here then one in the bedroom?" He pants out gripping your shoulders now to keep steady as you nuzzle his chest. "Mm so soft~" you whisper mostly to yourself.

Letting out an impatient huff, taishiro grips the back of your head again and yanks "y/n!! Focus!" He growls out arching.

Hissing, you glare playfully up at him and swiftly slap his

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Edit Nov.8.2023: LMAOOOOO it legit ends there. I genuinely don't know if I didn't finish this or if wattpad came in a chopped it like it did my one piece smut one. (fyi I use wattpad as a backup way back when)

#top male reader #x male reader #male reader #Clearly #Bhna x male reader #Fatgum x male reader

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝟯𝟬 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙂𝙐𝙈 [FOOD PLAY + KITCHEN SEX]

somewhat self indulgent. honey melon is the best melon >:D update i don’t like this but it eez what it eez, let’s go baby. also it might not be the 30th but FATGUM he he he he ehenwowm

sidenote, this is consensual and in this scene u and tai both know your limits, yes yes

warnings ;; implications of food play, kitchen sex, themes of food kinks, slight belly play, praise kink, themes of cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics and mild language, stuffing, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sort of mean mean taishiro >:D, dumbification and infantilisation themes, belly bulge, some food puns ish, discipline and uh uh what’s it punishment yes. somewhat bratty reader !!

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗚𝗨𝗠 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

You’ve never been the cleanest of eaters.

Taishiro knows this all too well; often finding you licking and suckling the remaining juices from fruits or vegetables from your fingertips, or swiping a thumb across the corner of your lips, humming around the lingering droplets of sauce in satisfaction after a meal. It was your means of showing appreciation.

He wouldn’t have expected anything less from you either, even with his own thick fingers playing with your tongue, brushing against the crevices of your teeth. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated - but that, at least, is to be expected with each slow rock of his hips, deeply sliding back and forth into your insides. His fingertips were the only real things grounding you, guiding you back to Earth with each jolt against the roof of your mouth - blunt fingernails knocking softly against your teeth.

You’re clearly still adjusting to his size on his lap, which is understandable. Taishiro is big, stupidly big, big enough where you’re still wiggling on his thighs, squirming, stuck on his cock, the pull of gravity grounding you there, even with the possibility of aided assistance from Taishiro himself - you’d still be plugged on it.

But, he wouldn’t allow you the satisfaction of knowing he could ease how much he’s sinking into you, hugging him. He likes seeing you helpless, hopeless - warbling and gurgling on his fingers, weakly trying to pull away from his touch.

“Mmmf- mmph!”

He gradually guides his fingers out from within your mouth, slick with saliva, eyeing you, “What’s wrong? Thought I told ya to hush, sit still ‘n look pretty for me.”

“Too full, too sensitive, Tai-”

To reinforce his point, he guides a hand to your lower stomach, soft and tender, paunching somewhat with his previous loads, and firmly digs the heel of his palm against it.

The reaction is instantaneous, abrupt. You’re writhing in his hold, jerking from overstimulation; staccato-like whimpers raising in pitch as his cum gradually dribbles out between your inner thighs from the force, instead beginning to cream around the base of his cock in a thick milky ring.

“That’s a lie, ‘n ya know it. You’ve got more than enough room in there, see? Now, finish your meal.”

You weakly raise a hand, softly gripping - or rather attempting to - around his own wrist.

“Please, I can’t. No more. I’ll behave, I promise-”

“Said I was gonna fill ya from both ends, sweetheart. Nice and stuffed. I don’t go forgettin’ my promises now,” he murmurs against your lips, ignoring your pleas.

Taishiro sinks his fingers back into your mouth yet again, stroking across the surface of your tongue before hooking his other palm underneath one of your thighs, pulling it upwards and allowing him to sink deeper into your insides, taking on a different angle. Deeper, thicker, fuller. It’s clearly rendering you slack-jawed against his own body, your head lulling back, whining around his fingertips - unable to understand to be coherent enough to protest any longer.

His balls plap! up against the underside of your sex as he rolls his hips, rocking into you deeply, “There ya go, makin’ some more room already f’me. So sweet of ya. Think you’re finally learnin’ your lesson, ain’t ya?

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thefoolsbullshit · 11 months

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Hello for today's scheduled fanfiction post I'm here to say something, for the love of the gods please if you're writing a fanfic that's x reader PUT THE GENDERS GENDER IN THE TAGS

I have found so many x reader fics that I had to just go into the story itself to see if it's what I was looking for and y'know what we need more male reader fics! I seriously just want a silly goofy x male reader fic about a character I like not to be catfished into clicking on a x female reader fic.

I in all honesty just want to see more x male reader fics because the amount of x female reader fics is too much at least when compared to x male reader, now why am I taking time to type this out? Because I literally just spent like 15 minutes trying to find one to read AND IT WAS ALL FEMALE READER I just wanted a silly little fanfiction to read because I'm bored and now I might just make a silly little fanfiction that's going to be utter shit because I HAVE DECENT WRITING SKILLS but I CAN'T WRITE FANFICTION TO SAVE MY LIFEEE

Anyways thank you random internet person for reading this if you did, I question why anyone would actually read this post but hey why not?

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malereadermaniac · 3 months

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BNHA Men x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️- Smut 🖤- Angst 🩷- Fluff

Ordered by character then chronologically of when I wrote them Characters are aged up! (how much depends on the fic)

Izuku Midoriya