#ftm meme

warnings: smut, like smut smut, like down bad barking smut, praise, and degradation, fem terms for genitals, pre-surgery, post hrt, needles, segs toys, aftercare, kithing, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, HAND KINK, LIKE, D O W N B A D,

terms for body; pussy, cunt, clit, slick, hole, cum, tits (in a manly way)

rating: 18+

written by trans author!!

written by adult!!!

minors dni, fem aligned dni, feteshists dni, detrans please don’t dni hee hee, transphobes dni, any other icky community please dni 😍🫶

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y/n did what he did any sunday. lay in bed way longer than socially acceptable, damn you capitalism, and scrolling on his phone for what was probably hours.

probably some time around noon he slumped out of bed, stretching and groaning as his back popped satisfyingly.

he changed sleepily, shrugging off an oversized shirt in exchange for another one, ironically one of a hero. hey, he got it as a gift, and he’s broke as fuck and hasn’t done his laundry in like a week. y/n grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, taking off his old pair for this new one, before grabbing some socks and putting them on.

y/n stepped out of his room into his small apartment, walking over to his kitchen and grabbing a few ingredients for breakfast. or, well, brunch. he grabbed some rice, washing that shit thoroughly, before putting it in the rice cooker and grabbing some toast. he put it in the toaster and opened his fridge to get some eggs, setting up some pans and cracking them in, sunny side up style because that’s fucking scrumptious don’t bully me.

he made two meals, as his boyfriend touya, or well “dabi”, was going to come over soon. he set down two plates at the small table he owned, damn you capitalism, and walked over to his phone. he checked the time, 2:31 yippee, and realized it was time for his t-shot.

he walked over to his cabinet, yoinking whatever supplies he needed, and sitting down in his couch. he pulled his boxers up and wiped down the area with an antiseptic wipe, putting the testosterone in the needle and gently injecting it into his thigh.

y/n put a bandaid on where he injected the medicine, then putting the needle in his sharps box and putting the rest away where he needed to.

he decided to scroll on his phone until dabi showed up, always later or earlier than expected because ooo he always wanted to be mysterious oOoOooO.

as he watched whatever showed up for a while, he started to feel hot. not necessarily temperature wise, but hot and bothered.

he felt himself wetten, as he closed his thighs together, trying to ease the growing tension he felt blooming.

y:n out his phone next to him and brought his hand down his stomach, snaking towards. his crotch.

his fingers slipped under his boxers, before he walked over to his bed, taking a box out and grabbing a vibrator.

he sat down on the couch again, pulling his underwear down and biting his lip as he saw his wetness visible on them.

first he wanted to loosen himself up. no matter what he shoved in there, it was always tight the next day. maybe it was a side from his quirk? only jesus knows.

he raised his legs up and apart, moving his hand down his body and rubbing his fingers around his cunt, gathering the slick before placing two of his fingers into his hole, wincing at the stretching but finding it pleasuring at the same time.

he gasped as he felt his arousal build even more. before he felt himself climax, he reluctantly moved his hand away from his pussy, grabbing the vibrator next to him, turning it on, and gently putting it into his hole.

his legs shook and jerked, his sensitivity from the t-shot inducing his absolute HORNINESS.

he snaked one of his hands to his breast, teasing his nipple and rubbing his other fingers on his clit.

he whimpered and whined, his back arching and rising off the seat as he felt his climax drawing closer, the tension finally getting until it just snapped, the pleasure forcing the vibrator out of his cunt. y/n squirted, moaning loudly, prolonging his orgasm by rubbing his nipples even harder, rubbing his cunt harsher and faster, his body convulsing.

he didn’t even hear the door open.

“oh?” he heard a deep voice call out.

y/n immediately pulled his hands away, pulling his shirt down to cover his pussy as he began to recognize the man.

“sh-shit- h-heyyy dabi..” y/n said, smiling awkwardly.

“hey y/n. i see you couldn’t wait hm? are you that fucking horny?” dabi smirked, sauntering over to y/n’s shivering body. he paused, picking up the wet vibrator on the floor, observing it with the smirk still present on his face, one of his eyebrows raised. “and here i thought you could’ve held up a little longer. were you too horny? hm? what a slut. what a good, damningly pretty, sexy little whore.”

y/n bit his lower lip, refusing to meet his boyfriend’s intimidating gaze.

“s-sorry.” y/n muttered.

“you aren’t. did it feel good?” dabi asked, with that same smug expression.

“i-… y-yes sir..” y/n whispered.

“i didn’t hear you y/n” oh how he lived his name on dani’s lips.

“yes sir.” y/n said, a little louder.

“you know i could make you feel better, hm?” dabi asked, purely rhetorical yet still expecting an answer.

“y-yeah.” y/n practically whimpered as dabi stepped toward, undoing his belt.

“well, i guess i have to teach you a lesson because you clearly don’t understand.”

“i’m sorry sir. i- i didn’t know when you would come back and i was just so wet.” y/n chuckled warily.

“i can see that. now then, i shouldn’t be gentle, should i?”

“i- i guess n- not..”