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That’s Not the Point
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Finally, they had the hero trapped. A bittersweet moment for them, considering what they were planning to do.
“Any last words?” The question was really a courtesy thing. They needed Hero out of the way, them and their perfect hair, their perfect smile, their perfect everything. Villain couldn’t let their feelings get in their way, no matter how it would kill them inside. Emotions were the reason why science stopped. Why dominion was never acomplished. “Any questions, comments or concerns?”
“Yeah, one,” The hero drawled. “Are you always this hot? I don’t fully know what to say… I mean, normally you look good, but now you’re just… wow.”
Something close to unease crawled over the Villain. Were they… flirting with them? Why were they flirting with them? “That blush looks good on you too. Really compliments your eyes.” The hero in question threw a wink on at the end of their sentence, only making Villain’s blush grow. They turned their back on the hero.
As if that could hide what Hero already knew.
The villain sat, trying not to let old emotions come back to the surface. Surely Hero was playing at something… were they trying to play at their emotions so they would be released? Yes, that must have been what they were doing. There’s no way-
A pair arms wrapped around Villain’s neck, hot breath against the shell of their ear, shivers going all up and down their body. “Are you running away from me? I’m not scaring you, am I?” Villain didn’t dare move an inch, else another thing they did might give their true feelings away.
“N-No, I- How did you get out?” Think. Think. Use your brain, Villain!
“Don’t worry about that, dear. But trying to kill me? That was very bad of you. Perhaps a… punishment, would fix that behavior. What do you think?” The arms released, one finger trailing along their shoulder, upper arm, forearm, until Hero was standing in front of Villain, hovering just above them.
It’s a trap. Their mind screamed. No one would flirt with you, especially not Hero.
“What is it that you want?” The villain tried to calm their racing heart, take control of the blush that was far beyond controlling.
“I thought I made it clear. I want you.” And at that, the Villain’s brain slammed on the brakes, threw the clutch in reverse, and backed straight into a ditch. Villain watched the other wet their lips, hunger glinting in their breathtaking eyes. And it was enough to make them snap. They pulled Hero close, and it all happened so fast.
Science and dominion could wait for another day, it seemed.
I took a screenshot of the ask in case something happened again, (I accidentally deleted the first one) Soon after I accidentally posted the ask with the title only. And I normally don’t write the title first… Anyway, hope this was okay..
I apologize @kitsunesakii , I don’t know what’s going on with me…
Moo?! I’m a random cow.
hahaha the sexual tension between me n the checkout button for a cow print bikini?? crazy rn
synopsis: iwa’s got a little present to bring the team closer together.
starring: bokuto, hinata, suna, atsumu, ushijima, sakusa, aran, and iwaizumi.
featuring: cumplay (it’s a bukkake), oral sex (m recieving), vaginal sex, blindfolding, light bondage (hands tied), degradation, impact play, technically objectification, fem!reader, reader wears a headband and has their hair pulled but length/texture isn’t specified, reader is described as having “fat tits” and “big, wet, cow eyes”, atsumu is pretty mean, reader is iwa’s girlfriend, idk if this counts as voyeurism?...i think that covers it
director’s cut: soooo....this is for the farmhouse collab we planned ages ago. y’all wanted to see this really badly so i channeled my focus towards this! i hope it lives up to your expectations! also i simply can’t write for some characters so that’s why i just drew a handful from the team. and isnt the banner so cool???? its different from what i usually do but its so cute!! i was honestly possessed by the Spirits of Horny when i wrote this and i’m physically incapable of proofreading, so i don’t know what you should really expect here...but i hope yall like it!
runtime: ~4k words
You whine as someone roughly tightens the blindfold over your eyes. You’re painfully aware of the cool air against your bare skin, the rope digging into your wrists, and the wetness that’s already beginning to coat the inside of your thighs.
Despite your excitement, you can’t believe you ever agreed to this.
Hajime had seemed stressed when he mentioned how some guys on the team just weren’t clicking well. “Old rivalries die hard,” he’d said, “and these guys are going down like a fucking boulder.”
“So give them a bonding experience! They aren’t rivals anymore. Have them do something that’ll bring them together, Haji.”
If only you’d kept your big, stupid mouth shut. If you had, maybe you wouldn’t be kneeling in the middle of a hotel suite, naked other than the little cowbell dangling from the choker on your neck and the cow-ear headband that presses against your hair.
“Here are the rules.”
The soft murmurs of the room fall silent as your boyfriend speaks, a strong sense of authority behind his voice.
“Number one: if she says her safeword, she is done. I take her home, and you all forget you ever got to see her like this.”
Someone snorts. Iwaizumi continues:
“Number two: do not aim for her hair or her eyes. She doesn’t like that, and neither do I.”
You nod in agreement, your lips pressed tightly together.
“Number three: no kissing. She’s still my girlfriend, even if she is here to do you all a favor. Are there any questions?”
A hand lazily rises into the air. In your haze of lust and anxiety, you can’t quite place the speaker.
“What is her safeword?”
“Meadow,” you say softly, speaking for the first time.
“Meadow,” Iwaizumi repeats. “Is there anything else you wanna add, baby?”
You scrunch your nose, shifting slightly as your knees dig into the silicone mat that’s been placed under your body.
“Um...please warn me, I guess. If you’re aiming for my face, I don’t wanna flinch ‘nd accidentally get it up my nose, or something. Otherwise I think Haji covered it all.”
There’s a hum of noise around the room, half of the athletes cooing at you while the other half snicker at the use of your nickname for your boyfriend.
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.
“Alright. Then let’s get started.”
The room falls silent once again, and you can feel the eyes that drag slowly across your skin.
You shrink in on yourself, ducking your head and folding over as much as you possibly can with your wrists bound behind you.
“Aww…”
Someone approaches you with the far-too-sweet coo, his hand tilting your chin upwards. Your mind races to place his voice and, as you listen closely, you absently note the sounds of zippers sliding down around you.
“...is little calf feelin’ nervous?”
You gasp softly as you finally identify the speaker, with his lilting accent and his ever-present smirk practically audible; Atsumu Miya, the setter. You remember him well enough. You’ve seen him play with his V League team, but you’d never imagined kneeling naked before him as he and his teammates prepared to use you like a cumrag.
You shake your head, finally giving him an unnecessary answer to his question. He chuckles at you.
“You’re lyin’. Those fat tits ‘re jigglin’ from how shaky you are.”
The shuddering of your body had gone unnoticed until now, but you were suddenly aware of every small tremor in each of your limbs.
“I….no, I—”
“Shutup. We oughta gag that lyin’ mouth too.”
You feel something press against your bottom lip, and your back stiffens as the instruction slides off his tongue.
“Open.”
You obey, your lips barely parted before he presses his cock against your tongue, a groan sounding out above you. You wish you could look up at him, see if his head is tossed back the way you hope it is, but instead you focus on the feel of the dick in your mouth. A vein pulses along your tongue as it slowly slides along, threatening to tap at the back of your throat. You gag at the sensation, and the setter lets out an exasperated grunt.
“C’mon, Iwaizumi, you said she was good at sucking dick. I haven’t even done anythin’ yet and she’s already gaggin’.”
You feel Atsumu pull away, and you assume he shakes his head as he speaks based on the way his voice fluctuates in volume.
“Was gonna be nice t’her, but now I don’t feel like it.”
The slick, unmistakable sound of a hand sliding back and forth across wet skin fills your ears, and it seems to double when Atsumu cruelly grabs a fistfull of your hair and presses the head of his cock to your cheek.
“I’ll just cum on this stupid cow. Y’don’t deserve anythin’ nice, baby. Not from me, anyway.”
You feel your eyes water, but the blindfold stops any real tears from escaping. Iwaizumi, however, recognizes the familiar quiver of your bottom lip.
“Hey,” he growls, his voice full of venom, “watch the way you talk about my fucking girlfriend, Miya.”
You hear a laugh from above you, and you can feel the tip of his cock slipping away from its spot on your cheek.
“That wasn’t a rule. You never said we couldn’t talk to her any particular way.”
You hear Atsumu grunt, and you flinch as you feel something warm and wet slide slowly down your forehead. The substance slides over the blindfold and finds a home dripping off of the tip of your nose.
Atsumu sighs in obvious satisfaction, his hand coming to grip your chin and tilt your face up towards him.
“There you go, little calf. Now maybe everyone won’t feel so bad about usin’ you the way they’re meant to.”
You whimper at his implication, and he harshly snatches his hand from your chin.
“You’re done, Miya. Put your pants on and get back to your room.”
“Aw, why? You said she’s the one doin’ us a favor.”
“Yeah, and you already broke one of her rules. Get outta here.”
There’s grumbling as Atsumu zips his pants and exits the room, calling out a small “Worth it!” over his shoulder as he steps into the hallway.
You can practically hear Hajime roll his eyes. He calmly addresses the rest of the group, irritation dripping from his tongue.
“If anyone else feels brave enough to break a rule, we’re done. And everyone else will be able to blame you for not getting off tonight. Behave yourselves.”
You don’t hear anything else for a few seconds. Everyone seems surprised by the way events have unfolded so far tonight, and you don’t blame them.
Heavy footsteps move toward you, and you feel yourself tense up as a large, warm hand cups your cheek.
“Hey, relax. None of us are gonna hurt you, dollface.”
You don’t recognize the deep voice, but your brain absently registers the sloppy sound of a cock being pumped not far from your head as the hand on your face shifts, the owner’s thumb and pointer finger pressing into your cheeks until your mouth falls open. You let your tongue loll out, disregarding the drool you feel slipping from the tip of the muscle.
His strokes gain speed as your own spit drips onto your chest, painting cool, glossy streaks as it glides across your skin. His breathing is heavy, and it isn’t until he moans out a quiet fuck that you recognize his voice; it’s Aran Ojiro, the team’s outside hitter. You almost can’t believe how sweet he’s been to you as his hand tugs furiously at his cock.
“Stick that tongue out a little more...oh, that’s it. Good girl, fuck. Gonna cum on your tongue, alright? Don’t swallow, just let it drip out, y’got that sweetheart?”
You nod at him, nothing but a small whimper squeaking from your throat. You hear him moan above you, and you so desperately want to reach up and snatch off your blindfold.
“Cummin’, dollface, fuck—”
Your tongue twitches as the first thick spurt lands against it. The taste reminds you faintly of an unripe strawberry—sweet, with a lingering sour flavor just past the initial taste.
Your tongue is completely coated as the athlete groans above you, his release sliding from the surface of your tongue and dribbling over your chest and thighs.
Aran adjusts your headband and tenderly caresses your cheek before calling out to your boyfriend.
“Iwaizumi. Was the no kissing rule specific to the lips, or is there a zero tolerance rule here?”
You hear Hajime sigh, and you want to stamp your foot and demand he takes this stupid blindfold off. You want to watch each man stroke himself as he stares down at you, his glassy eyes bouncing from your tits, to your face, and back down to your sticky thighs. You want to see their faces twist as they eagerly paint your body, taking great pleasure in the act of using you as their toy. You know that all you have to do is ask, and Hajime will slip the blindfold from your head and plant a kiss between your eyes. But with a mouthful of Aran’s cum, all you can do is whine as your boyfriend grants the man permission to press a kiss to your forehead.
Cool fingers tilt your chin upwards, and you hear a sound of obvious displeasure. Someone else has approached you, and Aran has walked back to his seat while you were lost in your own thoughts.
“I would’ve preferred to go first, but Miya enjoys ruining whatever he can for me.”
A chill pricks at your spine. Kiyoomi Sakusa.
He’s quiet as he works himself over, much to your dismay. He’s so composed, so careful with his words normally—you want to hear him moan and say your name as he cums across your tits.
You whine loudly, still unable to take your tongue back into your mouth. Aran’s cum still drips slowly from the muscle, and you were instructed to let it all slide off and rest sticky against your thighs. You’d be damned if you disobeyed just to whine about a stupid blindfold.
But God, you’re so frustrated. You can’t help the way your eyes water with tears of irritation, the moisture immediately being absorbed by the fabric of the blindfold.
“What is it, honey?” Sakusa speaks to you softly, his thumb rubbing across your chin.
You shake your head, trying in some way to signal to him that the blindfold is your issue, that you want to see him. The outside hitter sighs before he calls your boyfriend over. You’d like to laugh at the irony of it all—you’re dressed like a little cow, and each man calls over your handler every time he has a question.
Iwaizumi presses his lips to your ear as he mumbles at a volume only audible to you.
“What’s the matter, baby? Talk to me.”
You swallow what’s left on your tongue, hoping Aran won’t mind that you haven’t exactly obeyed him, and turn your head towards your boyfriend’s voice.
“I want the blindfold off. I wanna see them all.”
You’re met with silence—presumably from Hajime’s surprise. He’d suggested the blindfold when you had expressed concern about tonight’s events. You were worried you would freeze up, or feel absolutely mortified at the sight of all those people staring at you. Your solution? The silky fabric he’d tied around your head.
But now, as he unties the blindfold and tosses it carelessly over his shoulder, you can’t recall why you’d agreed to it in the first place.
You blink slowly as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, noting the silhouettes of several men still waiting for their chance to mark you with their release.
You smile at Hajime, rising slightly on your knees to plant a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you, baby.”
He gives you a sweet smile. “Always. Have fun.”
With that, he retreats back to his point of observation, which you now see is an easy lean against the suite’s bedroom door.
You stare up at Sakusa, the same wide grin stretched across your face as your eyes meet his. He runs his thumb across your chin once again, pure lust painting all of his features.
“Are you ready now?”
You nod eagerly, subtly pressing your thighs together.
“Yeah. Wanna feel you cum on me.”
Sakusa groans, tossing his head back as he slowly finds his pace again. You eye his hand, watching the way his grip tightens every time he slides over the head of his cock.
“Tilt your head back and stick your chest out,” he groans out, pulling shallow lungfuls of air as he gazes down at you with heavy lidded eyes.
You obey him, pressing your tits together as you lean your head backwards.
“Yeah, good girl. Fuck, ‘m gonna—”
Sakusa gasps as he cums, painting thick white streaks just above your nipples. His load is the thickest so far, and you feel as if your entire chest is covered in warm cream.
His pumps come to a slow stop on his cock, and he steps away from you without another word. Before you can find the time to lament his lack of any real engagement with you, Bokuto and Hinata approach you. Both of them are already eagerly stroking themselves, their eyes drinking in the sight of your body before them in a lust-ridden haze.
“Sho, ‘m gonna cum on her thighs, what about you?”
Hinata grunts, picking up the pace as he takes an infinitesimal step closer to you.
“I dunno yet, but for now I’m gonna fuck her face.”
You’re given no time to react before the athlete places his hand on the back of your head, the tip of his cock pushing past your lips. He moans loudly, forcing your mouth further along his length without a second thought.
Your eyes dart up to his, finding them squeezed shut as he guides your head at an ever-quickening pace.
“Fuck, think I’ll cum in her mouth,” Hinata grunts, paying you no attention. Being completely ignored has you pressing your thighs together, feeling acutely aware of the sticky arousal that now has your cunt nearly glued to the material beneath your body.
But a quiet fury also licks at the inside of your chest. They’re talking about you as if you aren’t even there. You’ve been so nice to all of them, letting them coat your body in their mess, following their requests on how to position your body to their liking...and between Atsumu, Sakusa, and now Bokuto and Hinata, you’re starting to think the MSBY manager specifically gave their players a step by step guide on how to piss you off.
You meanly hollow your cheeks around Hinata’s cock, your brows knitting together in determination as his moans rise in pitch. You want him to see your face whenever he closes his eyes on a long night spent with his fist. He won’t be able to ignore you if he tries.
“Oh fuck—yeah, that’s good! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.”
Hinata pants above you, relinquishing control over your pace entirely to you as you swirl your tongue around his cock.
On the other side of you, Bokuto’s hand slows, the outside hitter completely mesmerized by the sight of your mouth on his teammate’s dick.
“Is it….good, Sho?”
“Yes, hell yeah it’s good. She’s—shit, I’m cumming, wait—”
Hinata cuts himself off with a sound that’s nothing short of a wail of pleasure, yanking your head away from him and furiously pumping his shaft as he cums messily over your collarbone.
Not a second after his junior is finished, Bokuto pushes your face towards him, an eager grin stretched across his lips as he pushes the tip of his cock against your mouth. Pre-cum paints your lips as you listen to the almost alarmingly wet sound of his hand sliding along his shaft in slow, even strokes.
“Suck on the head, baby, go on,” he instructs, his voice tight with restraint.
You adhere, tongue flicking over the tip before you wrap your lips around him, sucking harshly at the swollen pink skin.
Bokuto all but yells at the sensation, unintentionally bucking into your mouth. He’s pulling out before you can even gag, pointing his cock at the skin of your thighs before he begins panting desperately through his high. Sticky cream streaks over your thighs, and the next few spurts of cum shoot out a little harder as Bokuto catches sight of his release tainting your skin.
Still gasping for breath, he lets his cock fall from his hand, a lazy smile on his face as he addresses the next person.
“She’s real good with that mouth. Watch out.”
You turn to see who you’ll be servicing next, and you can’t help but smile up at Rintarou Suna as he positions his cock at your lips.
“Might as well see what all the buzz is about, right? Open your mouth, little cow.”
You let your jaw fall, and Suna doesn’t hesitate before shoving his full length into your mouth. He grunts at the feeling of your throat gliding against his tip, quickly finding a rough pace as he pistons his hips and quite literally fucks your face.
“Shit,” he mutters, “Atsumu was fuckin’ lying. You’re fuckin’ fantastic at this, baby.”
You watch with pride swelling in your belly as the middle blocker, who is known for being largely unreactive, slowly begins to fall apart at your touch. It doesn’t take long before his thrusts lose their rhythm and grow sloppy, his orgasm threatening to wash over him at any second.
You note the sound of someone behind you pulling at their cock, but you can’t tell if it’s someone finding their second wind or someone entirely new.
Your question is answered as a warm liquid shoots onto your back, neatly finding a home sliding down the skin of your spine and eventually dripping down over your ass.
The deep, familiar voice of Wakatoshi Ushijima rings out behind you, his tone somewhat sheepish.
“Sorry. Forgot to warn you.”
You should be more irritated at his disregard for your rule, but instead, another wave of slick drips from your hole. You can’t explain why being disrespected in such a way is making your clit throb and your walls clench around thin air, but you know that you fucking like it, and it makes you long for Suna to cum on you as well.
You hollow your cheeks, pressing your tongue up against the underside of his cock with a newfound passion as the athlete whimpers above you, much to your own pleasure.
“That’s it, fuck. Work for your fuckin’ milk, little cow. Gonna cum on those tits, keep suckin’.”
It only takes a few more strokes of your tongue before Suna is pushing you back by your forehead, his release dripping down to your chest. The viscous fluid slides over your nipples, dripping off of the hardened points and onto your thighs.
He releases your head with a sigh, chest still heaving as he backs away and flops onto an empty armchair.
“Best team bonding ever.”
A quiet laugh echoes around the room, various sounds of agreement coming from each of the players as your boyfriend shakes his head good-naturedly.
Iwaizumi rises from his surveillance spot, tilting your face up to his and grinning down at you knowingly.
“But you’re not done yet, are you baby?”
You shake your head, a whimper pulling from the back of your throat.
“N-no. I wanna cum too, Haji, please?”
Your eyes water with pure, desperate want as you squirm, gliding your pussy against the mat beneath you.
Iwaizumi sighs, though you can tell his annoyance is feigned. He steps behind you, and suddenly, his hand is pushing at the back of your head as his foot finds its way under your body and rises unceremoniously, forcing your face to press against the cum-covered mat as your ass raises into the air.
“Look at you,” he scoffs, “this little cow cunt is drooling.”
It’s true—slick drips steadily from your opening, and you’re sure that the throbbing in your clit is so strong by now that it must be visible. The familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s fingers gliding over the hot skin of your lower lips draws a mewl from you, your hips pushing back without your instruction.
“You liked being a cumdump that much? You nasty little bitch.”
He lands a smack to your cunt, fingertips barely grazing your clit, and you squeal lewdly, tears leaking anew from your eyes. His other hand presses your cheek against the mat with no regard for the cum there that presses against your skin.
“Lick it up then, and I’ll give you a little more in this slutty cow cunt, alright baby?”
You wiggle back towards him, babbling affirmations. You want something, anything at this point. All you know is that if you don’t get something against your pussy in the next five seconds, you’re going to fucking cry blood.
Thankfully, there’s no need for your tears to burn red, because Hajime pushes into you in one clean thrust. Your back arches, fists clenching as they rest behind your back. A sob of pleasure rips from your chest as he bottoms out quickly, his balls just brushing your sensitive nub.
“Remember what I said. If you want me to fuck you, drink your milk,” your boyfriend reminds you gruffly.
You whimper, sticking your tongue out and lapping at the cum by your face as best as you can. You don’t go unrewarded; Hajime quickly pulls out and plunges back into you fully, finding a rough, steady pace. He’s mesmerized by the sight of your arousal dripping off of his cock, running down his thighs in neat streaks of translucent cream.
“You’re a little cumslut, huh baby? Let half the fucking national team use you like a damn towel. S’all you’re good for, baby?”
Shrieks fall from your open mouth at every thrust, your clit screaming to be touched as you mindlessly agree with your boyfriend.
“All ‘m good for, please! Cum inside, please, need it, please, Haji!”
You hear him grunt behind you, and your body jerks violently as his fingers find your clit. You faintly hear him announce his orgasm, promises that he’ll fill that worthless cow cunt drowned out by the ringing in your ears. When you feel his hips stutter before he presses himself fully inside of you, fingers meanly pinching your clit as cum pours into your walls, you can’t help how hard your orgasm hits you.
Your eyes roll back as you scream, cunt pouring cream over your boyfriend’s cock and gluing your hips together. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure, distracted by the burning liquid inside of your pussy and the stinging of your clit, you don’t even notice when your body begins to go limp and your vision darkens before blacking out completely.
When you finally come to, you’re sitting inside of a bathtub, shallow water resting up to your waist. The headband and choker lay on the bathroom counter. Hajime sits next to you, just outside of the tub. His hand rests against your neck, cradling your head so you don’t fall over. He smiles softly as you open your eyes.
“Hi, baby. How are you feeling?”
You groan in response. Your limbs feel like lead, and your skin is still sticky despite the water around you.
“Where’s…” your inquiry is slurred, but Iwa understands and hums in response.
“They went back to their rooms. They wanted to stay and check on you, but I thought it might overwhelm you.”
It was your turn to hum, and you tilt your face towards Hajime. The corners of your lips pull upward as you gaze at him.
“Thank you Haji. Y’think it helped them?”
Iwaizumi laughs loudly, his head tossed back as the joy springs from his stomach.
“Yeah, baby. The team is definitely a lot closer than they ever were before.”
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 24: Cow
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Derek grimaced as he swallowed down the odd tasting protein shake. “That tastes weird,” he spat. “What’s in it?”
Theo shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a new recipe I’m trying out,” he answered, smirking slightly.
The werewolf and the chimera had been trying to work more closely together, for the sake of the two packs in Beacon Hills. As a result, Derek and Theo would try to be more cordial with one another. One such activity that the two pack leaders actually didn’t hate to do together was work out at the gym. There was a sort of playful rivalry that the two engaged in, always trying to out lift the other as they worked out, trying to get more gains.
Being an alpha werewolf, Derek easily out lifted Theo and his muscles were way larger by comparison. The chimera, on the other hand, tended to stick with a more toned physique, not allowing any of his jealousy to show on his smiling face.
Which was why he was all smiles as he offered Derek a drink of his own secret concoction. The mischievous chimera had fought hard to hide his triumphant grin as he’d watched Derek take a hesitant sip of the “protein shake”.
Derek still wiped at his mouth with disgust at the horrible shake that Theo had offered him. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna stick to my usual,” he huffed. “Thanks though.”
Again, Theo shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he happily hummed.
The two men went to starting their workouts, Theo keeping a careful eye on Derek.
Derek, oblivious to the chimera’s staring, went to the chest fly machine, racking up a ton of weight before performing reps. As he worked out, he noticed an odd tingling sensation in his pecs that wasn’t like the normal burn that he’d expected. Instead, this one felt almost electrifying and oddly… good. Really good.
Derek blushed slightly as his chest tingled, his nipples feeling as if they were hardwired directly to his cock. His cock started to stiffen up in his shorts, and as he continued to perform reps, Derek had to hold back a moan.
“Mmmm,” Derek moaned as he tried his best to keep his lips pursed. His blush deepened when he looked over and caught Theo staring.
The alpha werewolf quickly diverted his gaze and tried his best to continue his workout.
Derek was trying so hard to ignore the odd sensations emanating from his pecs that he hadn’t even registered the growing tightness of his shirt until he heard a loud rip echo throughout the nearly empty gym.
He let go of the weights, letting them bang loudly back to the machine. Cocking his eyebrow, Derek looked down at himself, gasping loudly at the large pecs attached to his chest.
“M-my pecs!” Derek stuttered out of shock. “They’re huge!”
Staring downward, Derek’s previously proportional pectorals had been wildly inflated. They jutted out dangerously from his chest, looking round and bulbous. It looked like someone had sliced a soccer ball in two, glueing both halves onto the werewolf’s hairy chest, looking incredibly out of place on his muscular body. Worse for Derek was that his nipples had even enlarged, growing thicker and protruding off of his massive chest like nubby fingers.
Derek blushed when he squirmed in his seat on the machine, feeling how much his chest bounced and jiggled. Oddly, his pecs felt so heavy and cumbersome, and when he moved, he felt an odd sensation of something sloshing deep inside of them.
Theo snickered as he looked the top-heavy alpha up and down. “I’d say so,” he teased. “Those are some serious udders you’ve got there, Derek.”
Derek shoved himself away from the pec fly machine and hurried towards the privacy of the locker room. As he moved, he noticed the arched back stance that he had to take in order to accommodate for his inflated pecs. This caused the enlarged mounds to be thrusted outwards and more into the open, being impossible to conceal. They bounced and jiggled with every step the frantic alpha took, that sloshing sensation growing in fervor.
When he reached the locker room and stared into the mirror, Derek paled at his warped reflection. His pecs and nipples were huge, easily out-shadowing the rest of his impressive musculature, every other body group looking like an afterthought. His jaw dropped, resting upon the cresting pecs that were pushed upwards and out.
Theo, a devilish smirk still plastered on his face, sauntered into the locker room. He crossed his toned arms over his proportional chest as he studied Derek. “They don’t look that bad, Derek,” he snickered. “Maybe we can get you a bra?”
The color gradually returned to Derek’s face as he turned red, slowly putting the pieces together. “You did this to me?” he accused, gesturing down at his massive chest.
“Duh,” Theo scoffed. “I grew tired of always being the small one, so I did some research and found that a really good growth formula contains alpha milk. Hence, all I needed to do was get you to produce some.”
“‘Alpha milk’?” Derek repeated, looking down hesitantly at his large pecs, frowning when he couldn’t anything past their bulbous size.
Theo walked over and didn’t give the alpha any warning before he reached around and grabbed Derek’s meaty pecs.
“Oohhh!” Derek couldn’t help but moan as his muscletits were fondled. Despite his panic and frustration over having his chest altered, he couldn’t ignore the surge of pleasure that rippled through him. In addition to increasing in size, his pectorals also drastically increased in sensitivity. Every touch from the other man’s hands lit up pleasure receptors that Derek had never had before. His knees buckled and his head rolled back as he was felt up. No amount of sex or playing with his cock could ever compare to the brilliant sensations on his chest, and deep down, Derek felt himself craving more.
Theo began to thumb Derek’s nubby nipples, and the werewolf felt as if he’d explode at any second. His heavy pecs lurched and he felt that sloshing inside of them grow even more; and Derek swore that his pectorals began to feel slightly larger.
Derek tensed up, shooting his load. However, instead of cumming, his nubby nipples squirted out a white substance. The pressure in his muscletits subsided the slightest bit, but Derek felt something else bubbling deep within him. He tried to swallow it down, but the alpha werewolf couldn’t help himself.
As his nipples leaked, Derek bellowed out a deep, “Moooo!”
He was so caught up in the feeling of pleasure that left tingles all over his skin, especially his burning nipples, that Derek didn’t even have time to feel humiliated over that fact that he’d mooed like a cow.
Meanwhile, Theo strategically placed his bottle under the alpha’s leaky nipples, collecting the milk that had seeped out. Placing the cap on it, he grinned widely.
“We’ll have to do this more often, Derek,” he happily said. “There’s a lot of guys out there who’d give a fortune for some alpha milk so that their muscles can grow bigger. And just think, it’s all thanks to you and these udders of yours.”
Derek wanted to be angry, to lash out at the chimera for turning his pecs into large muscletits. However, Theo reached out and teasingly flicked a protruding nipple, causing a lustful haze to cloud over Derek’s mind.
“Mooo!” Derek bellowed again, his giant pecs jiggling with want.
I would really like Moo and Gun to meet! And Tinn and Kang to meet! The chaos that would ensue!!! 😂😂😂
Moo is the perfect bl lead. he is genuine, honest, kind, self aware, flirty, corny and owns it, wants to openly talk all problems out, a walking ray of sunshine and the most gay teen boy ever. i love you Moo
I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Cow cool down time
-For those of you who can't get enough
yes yes being a pig is great but I think I would make a really cute cow?
like wouldn't it be adorable if someone kept me docile and head empty and constantly grazing all day while gently playing with my breasts and belly and praising me for how soft and creamy my fat is getting?