#transmasc reader

Tags: Ftm reader // Bottom reader // Top Nanami Kento // Oral sex (reader receiving) // Vaginal sex // Multiple orgasms // Praise // Vouyerism

It’s been 3 years now of Gojo and Geto constantly teasing your boyfriend.

You and Kento got together pretty early on, all the way back in your first year. But your relationship was private. Not a secret, per se. Just private. Neither of you saw any reason to blatantly show it off, unlike a certain pair of upperclassmen.

Due to their lack of knowledge regarding you two’s relationship, Gojo and Geto never missed an opportunity to tease and prod Kento, asking him when he plans on getting into a relationship, when he’s going to lose his virginity.

Strange, invasive questions. You were convinced they had a crush on him or something. It was the only explanation you could think of, especially considering the fact that he was the only one they did this to.

You eventually decided to bring it up to him.

“Kento. I think those idiots have a crush on you.” You said seriously. You didn’t even have to mention them by name for him to know who you were talking about.

He cocked an eyebrow, staring at you in silence for a few seconds. “...Really?” He finally said, sounding skeptical.

“Come on. Surely you’ve noticed the way they treat you? They’re pretty much flirting with you.” You reasoned, trying not to sound exasperated. It was hard, though, when the topic in question was others flirting with your boyfriend.

“I was actually thinking that they have a thing for you.” He admitted. “And I was under the impression that you thought so too.”

Ha. As if. That would be crazy, wouldn't it?

“Well. This is quite a predicament. But what makes you think that they’re attracted to me?” You raised an eyebrow.

He stared at you. The two of you held eye contact in silence for a good few seconds before he finally answered.

“The way they look at you.” He paused. “To be more specific, when and how they look at you. Whenever they crack their dumb jokes, they check to see if you’re laughing. Whenever they think they’re being cool, they glance at you to see if you noticed.”

This was certainly a lot to process, wasn’t it? Both of you have been under similar impressions, but in opposite directions. And both of you had good reasons behind your thinking.

“So.” You started, your tone unsure and awkward.

“So?” Kento looked a little incredulous.

“I don't know. I don't think I'm wrong, but I don't think you are either.” Your admission came as a surprise to him.

“What if...” He trailed off, looking like he had disgusted himself with his own thoughts. “What if we're both right?”

The realization that dawned on you was... quite an experience.

“I am definitely not in the mood for sex tonight.” You sighed. He nodded empathetically.

—

Okay, the truth is... You were absolutely in the mood.

You were in his bed, cuddled into his chest as he read some study material. Your thoughts were completely preoccupied with you actively trying not to hump against his leg.

It wasn’t too late at night. Which meant that it was absolutely a perfect time for lovemaking.

You laid there, unnaturally still, for a few minutes as you thought back to all the nights you two had shared every day of the week.

“Is something wrong?” Kento finally spoke up, noticing how oddly stiff you were.

How were you supposed to explain to him that you were uncomfortably wet right now?

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to remain composed. “How many pages do you have left?” You asked seriously. You didn't know how much more you could take. Your own thoughts were riling you up.

He raised an eyebrow, sensing your urgency. “Two more. What's wrong?” His tone carried a touch of concern, his expression betraying his worry.

“Nothing.” You said quickly. You could wait. Just let him finish his work. You can do this.

You pressed your thighs tightly together as he sighed, going back to studying. Each second felt like torture. You wanted your lips on his, his hands on your body, his fucking cock in you-

No. It wasn’t a want. It was a need. You needed to hold him close as he filled you up in the way that nobody else could.

You were so tense from the way your thighs were clenched together, rubbing against each other in a desperate attempt to get friction.

The sound of Kento flipping through his papers filled the room, and his hand landed on your thigh shortly after, squeezing it.

You gasped, turning your head to him. He had an adorable pink dusting his cheeks but tried to look casual, his eyes following the words rather than meeting yours.

You were sure you had a particularly goofy, bashful grin on your face right now. But you didn't care. You were giddy with excitement for tonight. You knew he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

He did his best to remain nonchalant until he finally finished, then he shoved everything away in a rush, the facade slipping away quickly.

You turned around in his lap, facing him. Your hands planted on either side of him as you looked at him with undisguised hunger. “Drop your pants.” You rasped out. You've waited enough. You need him now.

A small smile cracked on his face and he gently pushed you away so he could maneuver out of his clothes. You scrambled to get yours off, wincing slightly as you peeled your soaked underwear off.

Both of your clothes lay on his floor in a heap, long-forgotten already. You shifted your knees to pin one on either side of his hips, straddling him. His skin was smooth under your hands as you ghosted over his shoulders, the two of you breathing shakily.

Your lips practically devoured him, your fingers digging into his biceps while he settled on your waist, pulling you that tiny bit closer.

He parted his lips, and your tongues clashed. You wiggled your hips as you tried to find the right angle to sink into.

One of his hands moved down your waist, your hips, and onto his cock, holding it in place as you aligned yourself. Both of you moaned as it slipped in.

You shakily settled yourself onto his lap, giving yourself a few seconds to breathe and adjust before you lifted your hips. As soon as you slammed down, he grabbed your hips and squeezed, throwing his head back. Your mouth trailed down to his cheek, his jaw, then his neck, pressing wet kisses against his skin until you settled on his pulse. Another lift and drop of your hips, and you bit down with a moan, shivering as he whimpered into the air.

Once you got started, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. You bounced on him, biting and kissing him as his hands guided your hips. Both of you were loud and unashamed, lost in the sensations of each other’s bodies.

You were greedy, wanting- no, needing more, letting go of his bicep with one hand so that you could part your folds and rub your clit, crying out against his neck as you twitched with pleasure.

His hips thrusted upwards to meet yours, slamming deeply into you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, not when his cock was pressing against your g-spot over and over and over and- oh god, your mind was going blank.

Time flew by as the two of you writhed and moaned, intertwined with one another. That coil in your stomach simply kept tightening, more and more, until it snapped.

And just like that, you were louder than before, clawing at his arms as you felt yourself convulse around him, on top of him, falling apart and coming together.

He moaned, loud and deep, finally letting go and spurting deep inside you.

Neither of you stopped moving though, riding each other's orgasms out and milking them for all they're worth. It didn't end until you collapsed into his chest, and he flopped down onto the bed.

As you came down from the high, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. And another, and another, and yet another-

He laughed slightly against your lips as he kissed you back, too worn out to do anything more than kiss and cuddle.

The room was quiet, with the exception of heavy breathing. And then, it gradually turned to soft snores.

That night, your sleep was filled with vivid dreams, odd, love confessions and messy sex. It was flashbang after flashbang, over and over.

You woke up gasping, drenched in sweat. Luckily, Kento was still sound asleep, despite your disturbance.

You peeled yourself off of him with a wince, grimacing at how sticky the two of you were.

Your footsteps were barely audible as you trotted over to the bathroom to relieve yourself and wash up, just a little. Your crotch, hands, and face felt refreshed, though you unfortunately couldn't say the same about your body as a whole. Your legs and hips felt sore from your little ‘exercise’ earlier that night, and you smelled strongly of sweat and sex... Those sheets are in definite need of being changed.

That was a problem for tomorrow, though. For now, you'll just continue cuddling your boyfriend and sleeping peacefully.

—

Oddly enough, the two of you have been more... hungry, ever since then. What started with kisses in abandoned classes slowly grew to handsy makeout sessions, where you would unbutton each other's shirts to leave hickeys where nobody could see.

Your relationship had become so tense, and neither of you could stop necking at each other, regardless of where you were or what time it was.

Just yesterday, you had sex right in the supply closet- it had been after school, and you were the only ones in the entire building.

It wasn't necessarily about the fact that you were having sex in public, it was moreso that your appetite had grown so much that no amount of fucking could whet it. The two of you had become so hungry, so lustful.

And so carelessly desperate.

It was really only a matter of time until you escalated to oh-so-subtly bending over to tie your shoes in an abandoned classroom, just a few minutes after Yu had left to go on a mission.

Kento noticed your sneaky flirtation and he, of course, took the bait.

You hardly had a moment of notice before his hand found the back of your neck, pulling your lips onto his. Even without words, you could tell how hard he was holding back. Each lick and nip was restrained, keeping the gates closed to the sheer amount of wild lust he was feeling.

He blindly groped at the door to close it as the two of you made your way over to the nearest desk, with him immediately breaking away to take a breath and bend you right over that desk.

The way you shakily exhaled could've easily been mistaken for a nervous laugh, though it was really anything but. You were by no means nervous or apprehensive. You were excited. Where else but the classroom did you have a flat surface that was the perfect height for this position?

It had never really been a comfortable possibility in the dorms, but now? Right here, in that class that had been used for lessons just barely an hour ago? Truly, you couldn't find anywhere better.

You lifted your hips and pulled your pants and underwear down in one go, dropping them all the way to your ankles. Behind you, you could hear him doing the same.

He let out a quiet groan as he pressed a soft kiss to your folds, and the sudden contact made you giggle slightly.

It was without question that he would most likely love to indulge in the taste of you, but you were far too impatient for that right now.

“Kento, hurry up..." You pleaded, putting in extra effort to make your voice sound all needy. The two of you have been really into neediness ever since the talk, but it was totally unrelated. Yep. Totally.

He held your hips, spreading your cheeks apart with his thumbs. “You have no idea..." He sucked in air through his teeth. “How delicious you look right now. Fuck.” He almost sounded pained, the tone of his voice sending a flash of heat through your stomach.

“Come on..." You urged, making his grip tighten, almost bruising. You wouldn't mind if he actually did bruise you, the soreness would be a reminder of how badly he needs you. And you knew he'd pepper you with so much gentle affection afterwards.

You felt his tip pressing against your entrance, your stomach twisting with excitement at the familiar feeling of its weight and shape. You bit your lip and groaned as he sunk into you slowly, and you could hear him moaning behind you.

As his hips made contact with your ass, you arched your back further, a relieved sigh escaping your lips at the pressure against your g-spot.

He leaned in, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. A breathless half-laugh bubbled out of you when his tongue darted out, tasting the delicate skin of your throat.

His hips pistoned back and forth carelessly, and you bounced yours back on his, needily chasing after pleasure.

You spread your legs wide enough for your hands to slip in between, pulling your folds apart to expose your clit. You whimpered and jolted when your finger lightly grazed it, squeezing around him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, nails digging into your hips. “You're so–... So fucking good.” You felt your walls flutter, throbbing in response to his praise.

“Love you.” You choked out, thighs trembling wildly. He smiled against your neck, pressing a kiss to it before replying. “I love you too.” His every word sounded strained, forced out of his mouth in lieu of moans.

Your clothes were stuck to you like a second skin, soaked with sweat, but it was hardly a concern for you. You kept up that perfect pressure on your clit while he thrusted into you at just the right angle to slam into that spot, over and over again.

Your vision was blurred with tears and sweat, eyes rolled back in pleasure. You were sure Kento was in a similar state, considering the sounds he was making.

His teeth grazed your neck as he trailed his mouth upwards, nipping at your jaw. Your free hand shakily made its way to his hair, gripping it firmly.

You two were so lost in your own little bubble that neither of you noticed the door creaking open, knocking against the wall with a dull thud.

Your clit throbbed with need, your walls achingly desperate to keep getting filled. You grinded back on him and practically wailed as your stomach coiled further and further, waves crashing inside you.

With the way you were clenching around him, squeezing over and over, it was only inevitable that he, too, would finish.

He scraped his teeth down from your jaw to your shoulder, mouth sliding under your clothes to sink into your skin as he spurted inside you. He shuddered and moaned, the sound muffled against your scapula.

“Mph..." You sighed. “Don't move.”

“I don't think I can.” He admitted, massaging your hips lazily. He was still grinding inside you, though his movements slowed as he softened.

You two got to enjoy your post-coital bliss for barely two minutes before an agitating voice spoke up.

“Woah.” Gojo whistled. “I didn't know our kouhai were so lustful. Getting it on in a classroom? So naughty.”

“You think you can give us an encore? That was quite the performance.” Geto chimed in. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can you two fuck off already? Perverts.” Your boyfriend snapped. “How long were you just standing there, watching us? Don't you have anything better to do?”

“Hey, don't call us perverts. We're not the ones who were having sex where anyone could walk in and see.” The tallest student whined.

“Just... Go away.” You muttered, embarrassed. Your walls subconsciously fluttered and clenched around Kento, forcing a hiss out of him. “We have to clean up.”

“Our kouhai are right.” A certain ravenette simpered. “Just look at the state they're in. They're clearly getting all worked up. We better give them some privacy.”

The two of them laughed, and you would've cursed them out if you weren't so weak from your orgasm.

“You two are assholes.” The blonde muttered through gritted teeth, making them laugh harder.

“Oh my god! You're hard again!” Gojo gasped out, laughing hysterically. “Why don't you give us a show?”

“Are you seriously using your six eyes to look at my boyfriend's dick?” You snapped, cheeks flushed for reasons beyond the intense sex you just had.

“Yeah.” He replied, with not a single hint of shame.

“Throw something at them.” You whispered to your boyfriend, but he only squeezed your hips in response.

“Encore! Encore! Encore!” The two strongest idiots began chanting.

“For fuck’s sake.” Kento murmured. You shivered as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“If we do it, will you fuck off?” You finally snapped.

The smug look on their faces made you want to punch them.

“Sure.” Gojo shrugged.

Your hole clenched around nothing as Kento suddenly pulled out of you.

Before you could say anything, he plunged back in, making you moan loudly.

His rhythm was hard and fast, practically fucking his irritation away.

You gripped the desk, smushing your face against it as you let out embarrassingly needy noises.

His hips were loudly smacking against your ass with each thrust, nearly drowning out the sounds of your soaked cunt.

You had no idea what those two were up to. You weren't looking at them. You couldn't bring yourself to.

You clenched tightly around him at the thought, making him curse under his breath.

He slipped a thumb between your legs, sliding it along your sopping folds to find your throbbing clit. You got louder when he pressed against it.

All the rubbing and thrusting and the feeling of being watched were getting too much, especially because you had just came not too long ago.

The two of you were noisy and messy, indulging yourselves thoroughly.

You whimpered and reached back to grip his thigh, your nails digging in. His pace stuttered in response as he moaned loudly.

You bit your lip, hips grinding against his hand.

Any moment now, something would give, though you weren't sure what it was. Were your legs going to give out, losing their strength? Was your sanity slipping away? Or was it that painfully tight coil in your stomach, threatening to snap?

Maybe it was all three. Your knees were already feeling weak. You felt insane for fucking in a classroom in front of the world's most annoying clowns. And any moment now, that dam inside you was going to burst.

Kento leaned down to press desperate, wet kisses all over your cheeks, jaw, neck. You nearly fell right then and there.

Your nails dug deep into his thigh as you cried out loudly and came for the second time. You felt like you were crashing– like you'd jumped out of a plane with no parachute. Everything was happening all too quick with you having no control.

You squirted all over him, the liquid dripping everywhere messily.

In return, you felt his nails dig into your hips as his pace got faster, more desperate. He came inside you again. He was spurting for a good few seconds, this load thicker than the last.

The two of you panted and gasped, having no strength left.

Thank you I love gaz and frequently think of him shotgunning smoke into my mouth. He’s soooo handsome, all sweet and easy when you smoke outside with him. Dark skin so pretty against the evening sun, pretty smile making you feel dizzy when he looked at you.

“Can I have one?” You’d ask, only for Gaz to laugh and poke you in the cheek.

“You sure you’re old enough for that, kid?” He’d tease, and you’d smack his hand away with a deep pout.

“Oh shut up- I’m barely any younger than you,” you try to snark, but those pretty eyes are making you sweat as they look you up and down.

“So you’ve smoked before?”

You look away pointedly, crossing your arms. It makes the sergeant laugh, nearly dropping his cigarette.

“Look- there’s just never been an environment for it!” You groan, only to squeak when warm hands cup your face. Gaz leans into you, practically pinning you against the bench while you visibly flounder. Taking a long, big drag inches from your face- His thumb finds your lips, slowly pulling your jaw open. You’re so hard you feel like you’re going to pass out, hands gripping the metal bench for dear fucking life at this point.

Your lips brush together- you whimper, making the man twitch. He slowly lets smoke escape his mouth and slip straight into yours, and it’s all you can do to try and inhale as much of it as possible. Trying so hard not to kiss those plush lips, not to let your hands rip into his work shirt.

Smoke fills your lungs, deep and heavy. It’s a miracle you don’t cough, instead letting a slow exhale out while you stare each other down. Kyle’s lips are barely an inch apart from yours, the pair of you stuck in place.

“Fuck,” you murmur- and Kyle seems to come back to himself, letting his thumb leave your mouth.

“You like that, hm?” He asks softly, voice smooth and low in a way that makes your legs clench tightly together. You manage a nod, only to pout when he pulls away- sticking the cigarette in your mouth instead of taking his own long drag again.

“Well- might as well start now then, pretty boy,” Kyle says, leaning back and letting his very obvious boner make itself known against his cargo pants.

Ghost notices when you’re upset.

He notices because when he comes into your bakery that morning- you barely even play with him. There’s circles under your eyes, puffy- much more huffy when he tries to bother you.

“You look puny today,” Ghost says in the middle of you trying to ring his breakfast up.

You squint, looking up at the huge man with your lip finally curling at him in the way he’s more used to.

“The fuck does that mean? Do you want this shit or not?” You growl, holding up his croissants like ransom. Simon decides to take the bag before you can throw it at him and ruin his sandwich.

“Just saying.” He insists. Simon is sure that you understand him, that he’s trying to ask why you look so downtrodden.

The way you huff and stomp into the back makes him realize you don’t- or at least, you don’t have any intention of telling him.

And it bothered him. It bothered him that you, the little baker next door to his butcher shop, didn’t want to tell him what happened. Simon was stuck, wracking his brain all day while chopping and packaging his wares- what could he do to show you? He supposed you needed a more direct approach, since him trying to be gentle (as he could be) was a wash.

So Simon waited again, waited until you were alone in the shop- far past closing when he came in the back door. You were in the midst of staring at a mixing machine while it ran, almost in a daze- at least before you realized he was there. For once you don’t throw something at him though, instead letting out a loud sigh.

“What, telling me I look like shit isn’t enough for just once?” You snark, and Simon has the gall to wince slightly.

“Never said that.”

“That’s how it sounded, dickhead.” Simon stares, stares intensely and unblinking as you try to keep your face firm.

You tense when he steps forward- making his way over to you in two strides before he’s turning off the mixer stand. You’re on your feet in an instant, about to snap and snarl when he grabs you by the throat. It’s lighter than you anticipate, just enough to make you jerk against his grip.

“Wh- hey! Fuckin- stop that!” You bark, but the butcher seems to have had enough for once. Instead, he pins you to the table by your throat- tugging you between his legs to be trapped there. Your hands viciously clawing have no effect, and for a second you really think he might just kill you-

But he doesn’t. His grip is.. oddly gentle, his legs keeping yours still isn’t tight, it’s in fact loose.

His hand on your throat slowly drags up, reaching your jaw and giving it a little shake.

“You’ve been all bite and for once it wasn’t me. What happened?” Simon asks, and you have to mentally think for a second to realize that he’s in fact trying to ask you what’s wrong.

Okay, pinning you to a table by your throat and making your dick hard is certainly a way to do it. You sour none the less, pointedly looking away with a pout- silly.

“It’s stupid.”

The butcher tilts his head.

“Liar.” He says simply, shaking your head again a bit rougher until you finally sputter and smack at him to stop.

“Agh- okay, fine, fine! I- I got stood up for a stupid date last night!” You snap out, that familiar tightness growing in your throat. Simon looks like he’s turned to stone, his grip tightened against your jaw. It’s unnerving, you swear his pupils have shrunk to pinpoints as he stares down at you.

“Why?” He asks, and you frown and grab at the man’s wrist. Trying to yank it off, but he doesn’t seem to care much for playing your usual game.

“Wh- I don’t know! Probably cause I’m fuckin- a guy with weird parts-“ you start to growl, only to yelp when Simon suddenly leans down over you, eyes wide and unnerving.

“No. Why did you go on a date with someone else?” He says.

You’re floored. Appalled? Embarrassed? Flustered?? There’s so many emotions rushing over your brain it makes you dizzy, suddenly nervous as you realize he’s actually- acknowledging this thing between the two of you.

“What- am I supposed to go on a date with you? The guy pinning me to my own table?” Your voice is much shakier than before, internally cursing at your sudden visible fluster.

“Obviously. Why else would you let me?” Simon says back, like you could actually shove him off if you wanted to. Well, you never considered actually shoving him off completely. A dark part of you enjoyed this- you always did. But it was embarrassing to hear him say it out loud!

“Wh- you’re such a fucking freak, Simon!” You growl instead, flinching when he leans into your face. Noses brushing, his simple black mask the only thing keeping your lips from touching.

“Exactly. So go on a date with me.” He grunts. You punch him in the gut this time, taking great satisfaction in the way he winces. His free hand snatches the fist, pinning one hand to the table.

“What-? Why would I go on a date with you because-“ You squeak out, and Simon has the audacity to let out a wheezed laugh.

“Cause you are too. That loser wouldn’t have handled you, I can. C’mon. Go out with me, lovie.”

You feel like you’re going to implode in embarrassment, and Simon’s eyes squint in what seems to be satisfaction. He finally stands to his full height again, letting go of your hands and just.. standing there. Waiting for you. His scent is thick, sweat and blood and something akin to cigarettes.

God, that combination should not smell as good as it does. By all means you should be grossed out. You should kick this man in the nuts and shout at him to fuck off.

But you’re really hard instead. Fuck, you’re so hard you fear that if you tried to knee him you’d just fall instead.

So you cross your arms, visibly sneering at the man still keeping your legs firmly pressed between his own.

“And just- where, do you plan on taking me out if I say yes?” You finally grit out. You hate the way your stomach flips at the way his eyes pinch in what’s probably a wry grin.

The steak he made is good. Really good. You suppose that a butcher would know how to cook steak, but sitting in this dank apartment on the couch- no table to sit at, just a ratty old sofa and a coffee table- you were skeptical.

His whole house is extremely barren, not a single decoration through the entire flat. The only blanket was for the slobbering pitbull begging at your feet for a bite of your food- ‘dog.’ That was his name.

No, seriously. It was on his name tag and everything, against a nice leather collar. His toys were the only sign of life, scattered across his big cozy bed in the corner of the living room- it was actually really sweet. He even had a bandana, little bones hand stitched into a warm red fabric that sit cutely against the dog’s thin speckled fur that was obviously well kept.

Dog made good company though, especially for his owner- the man giving him heavy pats any time he passed by his legs.

Simon is sitting next to you, legs sprawled and mask discarded- scarred face on full display as he chewed on his vegetables. You can’t help staring, slowly engraining the image of him in your mind in case he never let you back.

He wasn’t pretty in the slightest- rough scarred jaw, cleft lip and a broad brow ridge- deep dark circles under his eyes like he hardly ever slept. A thick nose, crooked like he’d been punched a couple times before. He almost had a bit of an overbite, now that you were looking at him..

Fuck.

He wasn’t good looking, but damn he was hot. It wasnt fair!

Simon seemed just as content to stare right back at you, barely blinking in his usual creepy ass way. Intense. Jesus Christ, the man was intense.

“Why Dog?”

“‘S what he is, innit?”

You purse your lips. There are so many weird things that you should absolutely be noting as red flags here. Your dick is making them seem much more beige, but you know better than to listen to him.

“Are you fattening me up to kill me?”

He laughs, swallowing his food and showing you that toothy grin. It’s wry, almost comical how strange he looks grinning- too much gum; like he never practiced actually smiling normally.

“Why would I waste good meat by killing you?”

You frown, but keep your hands to yourself for the Dog’s sake.

“And how would meat like me be well utilized?” You ask dryly, stuffing another bite of steak into your mouth.

Simon tilts his head.

“‘S a bit raunchy for a first date, lovie.”

“You’re the one who called me meat!”

“You asked me if I was gonna kill you.”

You huff, sinking into the couch cushion. Dog has his fat head resting against the arm rest, politely waiting still to see if you’d spare him anything.. you toss a piece to the pittie’s delight. Simon watches, visibly happy with your decision.

Whatever. You liked dogs, you weren’t doing it for Simon’s approval.

Hmmm. Big man who’s trying to be tough and smoke and he just looks like a pitiful shaky loser instead cause he can’t seem to inhale properly while he’s wrapped around your sopping wet hole..

Imagine Jack Abbot doing your testosterone injection…

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been on testosterone, you’ve always procrastinated doing your shot because stabbing yourself with a needle every week is just straight up annoying. Luckily for you, your boyfriend is a doctor. Who’s more qualified to do your shot than a doctor?

“Jack…” you whine out, looking towards the older man from your cozy spot on the couch.

He doesn’t even bother looking up from his book, simply responding with a “Hm?”

You nudge his outer thigh with your foot, getting him to look at you with a raised eyebrow, “Can you do my t shot for me?”

That certainly grabbed his attention. A cheeky smile creeps across his face as he closes his book, “I thought you’d never ask.”

It didn’t take very long for Jack to grab your shot kit from the bathroom and make his way back to where you were sitting. He sat before you atop the coffee table, putting on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. The snap against his wrist causing an unexpected flutter in your chest.

“Alrighty then,” Jack begins, vial in one hand as the other draws the oily substance into a syringe, “I’m gonna need you to either remove your shirt or lift it above your naval.”

You were quick to comply, raising the hem of your pajama shirt a few inches above your bellybutton. Jack nudged your legs open with his knee so he could get closer to you. He leans in, gently gripping your thigh as he swabs a small section of your stomach with an alcohol pad.

He looked so focused, so professional, it made your face feel hot. He pinched a fatty portion of your stomach between his fingers, easily and quickly penetrating the layers of skin with the thin needle.

Though you’d been on testosterone for a while, the intrusion still caused a small flinch. Jack looked up at you as he slowly pushed down on the plunger.

“Atta boy. Good job, sweetheart,” he praised with a low voice, “taking it so well for me.”

You nearly swatted him, he knew exactly what he was doing saying things like that, “Knock it off, asshole.”

He let out a soft chuckle as he retracted the needle, quickly placing a bandage over the injection site, “Wow, calling me an asshole after I did something so nice for you? How ungrateful.” He tutted with a small shake of his head.

After safely disposing of the needle in your sharps container, Jack pushes the rest of the kit to the side and plops back next to you on the couch. He places a still gloved hand on the injection site, gently massaging it.

“With an attitude like that, you better not expect me to be so helpful when you start getting all needy later,” he teases, using his free hand to pat your inner thigh, “we both know how worked up you get on shot day.”

and im not even saying this bc im a trans guy i genuinely think jack abbot's main hobby includes going down on a trans guy for hours

I believe that titus danforth finds the nearest trans guy and forcemascs him as a stress reliever

and pope cody i mean cmon that one's obvious. Some time resting his head on the thighs of a trans dude probably wouldn't fix him but it certainly would calm him down.

IM A FREAK WHO LIKES HEADCANONS FOR SELF FULFILLMENT

I think jack abbot would get AWF to the fact that hes the one administering your testosterone and making you a man..

Titus would have both of you at a shooting range for hours getting you to shoot properly as he in between your legs.

And he saw the flush your face would have when they mistook you, the quiet satisfaction that made you stand up just a bit straighter. He especially saw how much you liked it from Ghost- the man who didn’t seem to care what you actually were. The lieutenant seemed to just decide that you were a lad, and always treated you like one- and Gaz saw how much you liked it.

So, he starts slipping it into your little sessions.

“You look so cute- you’d be such a cute boy, y’know.”

“What’d Ghost call you today? Atta boy, right?”

“Come on, toughen up soldier- this cock isn’t for silly girls.” That one made you cum on the spot, strangling his cock with your sweet cunt and pulling him right over the edge with you.

It was so cute. Gaz knew you wanted a piece of the lieutenant, knew how much he affected you and made you cum so much harder. It was so cute that Gaz actually couldn’t get it out of his head. What would Ghost say? Would he be shy, watching you twitch and cum on the sergeant’s thick cock while crying for Ghost?

Would he be eager, excited and rough? Happy to shove you between the two of them, make you swallow the lieutenant’s massive cock while Gaz got to lick into his mouth? If they tied ghost up, maybe they could double team him-

It sends Kyle down one of the worst horny spirals of his life- so much so that he can’t keep his hands off you. He starts making you work out with him, starts pulling you into closets for a mid day fuck- insatiable with the idea of how cute you are when you’re all embarrassed- how cute it’d be to see you be even more shy if Ghost were there.

His obsession comes to a head when Gaz crosses the line- fucking you on Ghost’s bunk in the safe house. You’re both surrounded by the man’s scent, and Gaz can’t seem to get enough of how high you look right now. He’s so locked in on your drooling lips stuffed full with Ghost’s mask and hazy eyes that he doesn’t anticipate the sudden massive hand on his neck- yanking him against an even bigger chest.

“Fuckin dirty mutts- on my goddamn bunk? You lookin for a fuckin punishment, that it?” Ghost himself is growling down at the pair of you, and nearly cums when your eyes shoot open to gasp and desperately try to cover yourself. Kyle can’t stop himself from pinning your hands- Ghost letting him lurch back over you with a newfound interest.

“Ignoring me, sergeant?” He jokes, and you freeze up- squeezing Gaz’s cock in a sudden death grip as you’re fully exposed to your- what, work crush? Simon’s massive as he leans over Kyle’s shoulder, dwarfing the big man just with his broad shoulders.

“No lieutenant- just- making sure our sweet boy doesn’t run off before you get a chance to play too,” Kyle throws it out there, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head in shock.

Simon twitches, looking down at your splayed out form- at the way you flush at the term boy. His hand slowly reaches out, tugging the wet fabric from your lips- his mask, soaked with your spit. You let out a soft whine as it’s finally pulled from your mouth, already starting to try and speak.

“Simon I’m so sorry I just-“ you desperately start, only to be gagged again by the lieutenant’s thick fingers. Three down your throat at once, Ghost leaning against Gaz’s shoulder as he forces the sergeant down against you. Your cunt pulses around the dark skinned man, and Kyle can’t stop the moan that vibrates from his chest.

“Wanted my sergeant to fuck you on my bunk, mouth full of my mask when you really want my cock? Stupid boy- roped him into this, didn’t you?” Ghost says firmly, ripping his fingers out and finally standing to move around Gaz and stand over you. You shake your head vehemently, but Gaz has been putting this together for too long for you to put the blame on him.

“Begged me, sir. Begged me to fuck his little hole like you would, the pervert,” the sergeant says coyly, the look of betrayal on your face almost making him laugh.

Simon yanking you around has you distracted- and Gaz is too busy trying not to cum as his fantasy comes to life to be sad about your cunt being ripped from him. Instead, he works seamlessly with Ghost- pinning you against the bed while Gaz’s wet cock flopping across your face instead. It’s so cute, watching you gasp and squirm at the feeling- mortification all over your face when you feel Ghost rip your thighs apart. Staring down at your soaked cunt, looking like a starved animal- holy fucking shit, Ghost looks so good like that.

“Yeah? You thought Gaz here would do it, hm? Stupid fucking mutt- you know he’s too sweet, too soft on a cunt like you,” the man growls, and Kyle starts to slowly rut against your face- trembling when his balls meet your forehead. So cute, on your back like this- still pinning both of your hands and keeping you helpless.

“N-no-! No, I wasn’t-“ you protest again, whining when Gaz slaps his cock against your cheek and silencing you.

“I think I’m plenty hard when I want to be,” the sergeant teases, and Ghost’s eyes dart up from your sopping cunt to the long thick cock grinding itself against your face- Gaz looking far too smug.

“Good thing you’re the one who broke him in then, huh?” Ghost snarks, one hand yanking his belt open- and the fattest cock either of you two has ever seen flops out. Fuck, it’s so heavy that it gravity seems to weigh it down- two inches thick- maybe even more- it’s almost embarrassing how mesmerized the two of you are by it.

“Jesus fucking christ, Ghost,” Gaz breathes, watching in rapture as that fat cock ruts against your soaked pussy, listening to the miracle of your pretty whines. It seems like you’ve forgotten yourself too- desperately humping against Ghost’s cock like you’re trying to beg for it. Gaz rewards you by finally letting you up- pulling your shoulders up against his lap so you can both see properly.

“Please- please fuck him, I have to see you stretch his tight cunt out,” the sergeant whines, loving the way both you and Ghost twitch at his dirty words.

“Fuck, Garrick-!” You groan, Simon unable to resist the man’s orders as he notches his head against your tight hole. You let out a sharp wheeze, like just the fat head knocked the wind out of you- Gaz can’t help but rut his dick against your shoulder blade at the sight.

“Fuck me- he’s tight- even after you stretched his stupid cunt out,” the lieutenant growls, shoving himself inside further- you can’t help but jolt against Gaz’s grip again.

“Come on- relax, puppy- let your lieutenant fuck your sloppy little hole and I’ll fuck your ass next- hm? Yeah? You want me to show Ghost how cute your little gape is?” The sergeant coos, loving how embarrassed you look at the way Ghost groans in anticipation- finally sliding to the hilt.

“Shit- yeah? Little boy likes getting touched like a real man, huh? Fuck me-“ Ghost grunts back, his hips starting to slowly pump in and out of your sopping cunt. Your little pearled t dick is throbbing, your legs weakly kicking and twitching at each thrust- mouth hanging open in pure bliss.

“Simon-! You- you can’t talk like that- I’ll- I’ll-“ you whimper out, harshly jerking when Simon’s fat finger and thumb squeeze your little cock.

“What? Y’ think I’m gonna lie- pretend yer some fuckin’ lady I gotta be nice to? Fuck no- yer a fucking sloppy boy, n I wanna see your little holes stretched wide for the both of us, got it? Come on- cum on this cock, show us how fuckin gross you are, mutt-“ Simon snarls, his slow thrusts becoming deep pounding as the bed starts to rattle.

Gaz is desperately humping your back at this point, squeezing your hands in his as he whimpers over the sight of Ghost’s cock splitting you apart.

It’s exactly how he pictured it, you look star struck and fucked out of your mind- Simon’s eyes look demented with the way he’s staring down at the both of you. Gaz can’t help it, can’t help the way he spurts cum against your back- forcing you to cum all over Simon’s fat cock with a wail. It’s fucking tantalizing, nobody can seem to stop pumping their hips until their orgasms are fully ridden out.

It’s at this point that Gaz realizes that Simon is staring holes through his head, and has the human decency to be a little embarrassed.

“Y’know what? Boy- roll over- I’m gonna make Gaz eat your ass out for me,” the lieutenant says, and both of you twitch in embarrassment.

“What?” Gaz squeaks, and Simon leans forward, squishing you between their chests as he kisses the sergeant. Their tongues clashing, cocks rutting against you as you watched with an open mouth. Simon is- much gentler, with Gaz- it’s almost unfair how tender his hand is as the man cups the sergeant’s face.

“I wanna see you eat our little pup out, and get him ready before I make you fuck his tight little ass. You be good, and I’ll fuck his cunt at the same time,” the lieutenant murmurs.