little lover

He's a top ten streamer who plays video games for a living. He's buff and handsome, but he's humble and nice, making him a hit with men and women alike. He's a decent gamer too, his streams funny and entertaining. He could have anyone he wants, there are plenty of people who want to be with him.

But he's already got a crush, and it's on you, chubby fem streamer who is new to Twitch.

He found your profile randomly one day, clicking on your stream right when it started.

"Okie dokie," you say with a smile. "I've got my favorite chips—" You hold up a bag of chips and shake them. "—and a little drink—" You hold up a large cup. "—and I'm ready to play some Meccha Chameleon for the first time!"

You're cute, and sweet, and ridiculously funny with your commentary. You play the game for about an hour before calling it a night.

"Thank you for joining me! I hope you had fun watching. Have a good day!"

He subscribes to your channel on his nonpublic account and turns on notifications.

He watches every stream he can, which is fairly easy since you two have different streaming schedules. He soon becomes infatuated with you, the way you talk and your jokes and your cute face and mannerisms. He thinks you'd be the perfect girlfriend, starts imagining the two of you being a streaming couple, having your respective streams and then coming together at the end of the day, enjoying each others' company.

His thoughts don't stay pure. He imagines what you'd feel like, he's seen you in your casual clothes, has seen the curves you have. He wants to touch you, hold you against him and feel how your body molds to his. He wants to feel the weight of your breasts in his big hands and squeeze them until you beg for his touch elsewhere, and he'll give it to you, everything you want and more, his sweet special woman...

Then one day, while he's streaming, he gets a notification that you've started a stream, and he gives a vague excuse to end his stream just to go over to yours. He rushes to exit his stream and goes to yours, giddy and excited to see you outside your normal streaming time. His notifications keep blowing up, so he silences them, focusing on you instead.

He's a top ten streamer who plays video games for a living. He's buff and handsome, but he's humble and nice, making him a hit with men and women alike. He's a decent gamer too, his streams funny and entertaining. He could have anyone he wants, there are plenty of people who want to be with him.

But he's already got a crush, and it's on you, chubby fem streamer who is new to Twitch.

He found your profile randomly one day, clicking on your stream right when it started.

"Okie dokie," you say with a smile. "I've got my favorite chips—" You hold up a bag of chips and shake them. "—and a little drink—" You hold up a large cup. "—and I'm ready to play some Meccha Chameleon for the first time!"

You're cute, and sweet, and ridiculously funny with your commentary. You play the game for about an hour before calling it a night.

"Thank you for joining me! I hope you had fun watching. Have a good day!"

He subscribes to your channel on his nonpublic account and turns on notifications.

He watches every stream he can, which is fairly easy since you two have different streaming schedules. He soon becomes infatuated with you, the way you talk and your jokes and your cute face and mannerisms. He thinks you'd be the perfect girlfriend, starts imagining the two of you being a streaming couple, having your respective streams and then coming together at the end of the day, enjoying each others' company.

His thoughts don't stay pure. He imagines what you'd feel like, he's seen you in your casual clothes, has seen the curves you have. He wants to touch you, hold you against him and feel how your body molds to his. He wants to feel the weight of your breasts in his big hands and squeeze them until you beg for his touch elsewhere, and he'll give it to you, everything you want and more, his sweet special woman...

Then one day, while he's streaming, he gets a notification that you've started a stream, and he gives a vague excuse to end his stream just to go over to yours. He rushes to exit his stream and goes to yours, giddy and excited to see you outside your normal streaming time. His notifications keep blowing up, so he silences them, focusing on you instead.

"sukuna," you warn.

"just a couple strokes," he says. "not like you're gonna get knocked up by some precum."

you should protest more, but his cock presses everso slowly into your sore pussy and it curls your spine with pleasure. he's barely inside you, cock pulsing with his heartbeat against you.

"you feel that?" he breathes into your ear. "Yeah, I feel it-- you're definitely being bred right now. didnt even cum in you yet and you're making me a baby."

he cups your stomach. "right in here. im claiming you and you cant even stop it."

he shifts slightly and his cock brushes against a new spot that sends your spine straight. he bumps it again, then again, until hes fucking you hard and fast.

Proudly.

"He's a very successful lawyer." you twirl your martini around to watch the olive swim. the restaurant is busier than it usually is on a Thursday night, bubbling with laughter and conversation, so you speak loud and clearly. "I could tell he was going for the, like, full romantic date thing, wanted to go to this nice restaurant and everything. So, I just told him: hey, I'm here for dinner and dick. That's it."

"Oh, jeez, shh-" Ochako (who's been married since she turned 20) gasps and swivels around to check her surroundings. She's not a prude, per say, but her cheeks light up red at the mention of sex.

"So?" Tsuyu pushes. She's a bit of a freak too-- you love that you two can share that. Of course, she isn't at your level of depravity, but at least she appreciates a good story. "What happened?"

"I ate sushi-" you take a timed sip of your drink. "-while he ate me. It was three full hours! The fuckin' tongue on this guy-"

"People can hear you!" Ochako urges with a laugh.

"They should know!" you say. "It was that good! He said my pussy-"

"-oh my god-"

"-was the best dinner he's ever had!"

Tsuyu waves you down, trying to quiet you. "You gonna see him again?"

"Nah," you settle against the back of your chair. "He couldn't get it up. Don't get me wrong, the head makes up for it, but I'm a girl that needs to be bent over and-"

The waiter walked by to check in and you slam your mouth closed, letting they replace your drinks and take orders.

"How do you even get all of these men to...?" Ochako asks as soon as you're alone again.

"Men are pigs. You could fuck any one of them." You wave dismissively.

"Any one of them?"

"No doubt," you say. "I bet you I could have sex with the next guy who comes into this place."

"Alright. 10,000 yen." Tsu picks up her beer. "If you're serious."

Ochako laughs nervously, hiding her blush behind her hands.

"I am serious! The very next guy-"

The door opens and all six of your eyes snap to the man walking in. A crop of green curls and freckles turns your way and waves-

Ochako's glare could burn your the back of your head.

"Well, obviously your husband doesn't count!" you reassure her. "That's your dick, I promise."

"Good!"

Izuku comes to the table, shrugging off his coat and placing a kiss of his wife's forehead. "Sorry to drop in-- we were in the area and decided to say hi."

We?

The door opens again and another man steps in. He's hanging up a call, shoving his phone into his picket with one hand and adjusting his glasses with the other.

Tsuyu barks out a laugh.

"Iida!" Izuku calls. "Over here!"

"I'll get in on the bet," Ochako blurts out immediately. Iida Tenya is only a friend of a friend, but you know his story. He's never dated anyone. He once admitted to Izuku (who promised not to tell a soul, then immediately told his wife, who told you and Tsu-) that he was a complete virgin. Completely inexperienced, other than an awkward kiss he had a couple years ago at a christmas party.

"Bet?" Izuku asks, but you all ignore him.

"I can do it, but it's not going to happen tonight," you say.

"What are you guys talking about?" Izuku asks, but Ochako shushes him.

"It wouldn't happen if you had years," Tsu says. "Bet stays on."

"What-?"

Iida slides into the seat beside you with an awkward clear of his throat.

"Sorry for the intrusion," he says. "We are just stopping by-"

He's cute enough, you think. Well put together, clean, intelligent. His eyes slide to you for a moment, then away, as if flustered.

Yeah, you could definitely pop that cherry.

"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."

"Shut up."

"i'm serious. im massive." "touch it and see."

when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-

"holy shit. that'll break me."

clips of you are reposted. HE is the big dick you were telling your listeners about and who you use all your tips on for handling one and it’s him that does two hour foreplay on you (coming twice before you even see his dick) and it’s him who eats you out with practised skill (finger n tongue combo!) and it’s him who asked so sweetly to tie you up to a bed and it’s him who shyly said yes to you calling him daddy and its with him that you dry hump for hours and it’s him who loves getting his balls squeezed when you go down on him and—

"Stop cumming on my cock!" he's ramming into you as hard as he can, slamming the headboard into the wall with every stroke. "cant pull out when you're dr-dripping down my balls and... god, fuck, when your body does that-"

his head dips down to suck your tits into his mouth and the sensation makes your body twitch and kick-

warmth pulses inside you

"I can feel it, that's so gross," you whine. "i hate you-"