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thinking about jason and his hand that’s always glued to your pussy, walk with me, walk with me.
like you have men that like to grab your ass, and then men who like grab your boobs. but jason likes to grab your vagina.
like not even in a sexual way, but just because he can, and he likes it. you’re laying in bed, he’s knocked out right behind you, hand slotted between your thighs cupping your panty clad cunt. snoring like a motherfucker too.
or you’re sitting in his lap, watching tv, or just keeping him company, probably playing some game he had installed on his phone just for you, and someway, somehow, his hand magically finds its way between your legs, just cupping your vagina like it’s the most precious thing on the planet.
you’re in the kitchen cooking, he comes up behind you, arms locked around your waist, hand right between your legs, just holding your girly.
or for instance, you’re cursing him out. he pissed you off, you’re in a bad mood, you’re irritated and you’re just going off on him and he doesn’t want to hear that shit. boom, he’s grabbing that shit with the quickness, a little rub on your clothed nub, and you shut that ass up real quick. yeah.
or he’s patting it. not slapping, patting. like how he’d pat your butt, but instead he’s patting your vagina. it’s how he sends you off to bed. or when he’s about to leave and he’s bidding you both goodbye, a kiss on the lips and a little pat on the pussy for good measure. and you’re just used to it, and you kind of have no choice but to be.
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more to love — simon “ghost” riley
simon “ghost” riley x chubby!fem!reader
the gym had never been your favorite place.
it was hot, crowded, and full of people who made it look easy—like lifting weights and running on treadmills was second nature. meanwhile, you were here, struggling with a machine that looked like it was built for torture rather than exercise.
you adjusted the seat, tried to grab the handles, then frowned when they felt too far away.
frustration bubbled up in your chest. maybe you were just doing it wrong. maybe you shouldn’t even be here.
“need a hand, love?”
the deep, accented voice startled you. you turned—and immediately regretted it.
because holy shit.
the man standing behind you was massive. tall, broad-shouldered, built like he could snap the machine in half with one hand. he was dressed in all black, a hoodie pulled up over his head, a skull mask covering the lower half of his face. and yet, even with all that, his presence alone made heat crawl up your neck.
“i—uh—” words? gone. brain? empty.
his eyes flicked down to the machine, then back to you.
“you’re set too far back.” his voice was gruff, like he wasn’t used to talking much. “lemme show you.”
before you could protest, he reached past you, adjusting the seat effortlessly. his arm barely grazed yours, but it was enough to make you hyper-aware of how close he was.
“try now.”
you swallowed hard, nodding, trying to ignore how warm your face felt as you reached for the handles again. this time, it fit better.
“better?”
you nodded again. “y-yeah, thanks.”
he huffed, stepping back, arms crossing over his chest. “good. no point in doin’ it if you’re just gonna hurt yourself.”
at first, that was all it was. he’d spot you now and then, offering the occasional correction, always watching with that unreadable gaze. sometimes, if you did something right, he’d murmur a quiet "good girl," and it sent a shiver down your spine every time.
but then, he started noticing things.
the way your shirt rode up when you stretched, the peek of soft skin at your waist. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat down to catch your breath. the way you avoided looking in the mirror, adjusting your clothes like you were trying to hide yourself.
and it pissed him off.
because, fuck, how did you not see what he saw?
one day, you were tugging at your shirt again, mumbling something under your breath as you glared at your reflection.
ghost heard it.
“quit that.”
you froze, looking up at him, wide-eyed.
he stepped closer, his voice dropping low. dangerous. “ain’t gonna stand here and watch you tear yourself apart. not when you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever laid eyes on.”
your breath hitched. “i—”
but he didn’t let you finish. he grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward the locker room—empty, because it was late—and backed you against the wall.
“y’know what i see when i look at you?” his gloved hand trailed down, fingers brushing over your belly, gripping at the soft flesh with something close to reverence. “i see somethin’ perfect.”
then his mask was up just enough for you to see his mouth, and before you could process it, he was biting.
your belly. your thighs. your love handles. he had his hands on you, all over you, pressing you against the wall as he nipped, kissed, worshiped every inch of soft skin he could reach. he growled between bites, “so fuckin’ soft,” and, ‘could spend all night right here.”
and when you tried to protest, tried to tell him you weren’t—
he growled. actually growled, sinking his teeth into your thigh before pulling back, lips curling into something almost smug.
“don’t wanna hear another word about it,” he muttered. then, hoisted you up—like it was nothing—and carried you over to the bench.
“now. y’gonna let me sit you on my lap, or you gonna make me take you home first?”
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my favorite fucking trope is chubby!reader living your life completely oblivious to the fact that the literal man of your dreams is in love with you and you're none the wiser.
like - you just traipse through life like "well he wouldn't like me back so it's wtv" all nonchalant and shit while the poor man is literally falling over himself trying to get it through your head that HEYYY that's not right??? i'm literally in love with you??? i worship the ground you walk on???? i'll do whatever you want????
and bless your heart, you see every single time he tries to hit on you as an act of kindness:
"awww, he got me (insert fav food here) cus i said i was hungry, what a nice guy!"
"he complimented my outfit! he must've liked the color of my shirt!"
"wow, he seems to be zoning out a lot, i hope he's okay!" (he's been staring at your lips for the past five minutes)
and he just... doesn't know what to do to make you see what he sees.
like you're so gorgeous and funny and why wouldn't he like you??
he's convinced that if he were to stand in front of you and tell you he loves you, you'd be like, "I love you too! you're such a good friend!"
(which has happened before and a little part of him died inside)
it literally takes him everything in his power to make you realize his feelings, and you just stand there for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots over the past few months, and all you can come up with is a small, dumb, "oh."
lord give him the strength.
#♥︎̼ ྀmoo :3#EDIT: my characters that i write for are under requesting rules!#NEED TO WRITE ABOUT THIS#ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR OBLIVIOUS!READER#love her#shes me and im her#plus size reader#x plus size reader#x chubby reader#plus size!reader#chubby reader#fanfiction
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Fem!reader who's never been loved out loud
She doesn't have a favorite flower because she's never received them or had to think about it
She takes pictures of all of her bsf's but never of her
Every wedding she's in she's always a bridesmaid
She's sacred to try anything different cause she doesn't want to draw any attention to herself
She watches everyone from a distance
But then she meets Jake
Jake, who is so confident that he's cocky
Jake, who loves her so loudly that she gets embarrassed
Jake, who is so open about his love for her
Jake, who groans anytime she smiles at him bc he can't control himself around her
Jake, who is always taking pictures of her because she's his best view
Jake, who buys her 3-5 bouquets of flowers at a time until she find the ones she like
Jake, who cries when he proposes to her because he can't live without her
#gracie rambles#girlblogging#top gun x reader#top gun imagines#jake hangman seresin imagine#jake seresin x fem!reader#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin#fem!reader#plus size!reader
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"You Feel That, Baby?"
Short sequel to "You Look Like That In My Shirt?"
Pairing: Sero Hanta x Plus-Sized!Reader Rating: 🔞 Mature / Explicit
Word Count: 737
THIS IS NSFW. All characters here are aged/time-skip. You've been warned. Continue reading below.
Pressed chest-to-chest with Hanta, one leg between his, the air still heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and him. His arms were snug around your waist, his face buried in your hair. The sheets stuck to your skin.
And… something else stuck to you too.
You shifted your hips just slightly.
And froze when you felt it — thick, hot, hard.
You glanced up.
His lashes fluttered, but he didn’t open his eyes. He just exhaled slow and deep, lips brushing your forehead.
“Mm,” he rasped, voice ruined. “You trying to wake the beast?”
You flushed. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh.” His eyes cracked open. Dark. Sleepy. Hungry. “Didn’t say stop.”
He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him — your legs straddling his waist before you could even process it, his cock now pressed right against your center. You gasped, grabbing at his shoulders for balance.
“You know what the best part of waking up with you is?” he murmured.
You shook your head.
He reached up, cupping your face. “Getting to see you like this. All soft. All mine. Lookin’ like the answer to every single dirty dream I’ve ever had.”
You started to protest — Hanta— but he just lifted his hips and slid in.
Deep.
No warning. Just one smooth, long thrust, the kind that made your whole body tighten and your eyes flutter shut as you sank fully down onto him.
“Oh my God—”
He moaned, head thrown back. “Fuck, yes.”
You were soaked. Still sensitive. And he was so thick, filling you so perfectly it almost hurt.
“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.
You nodded, breathless. “Feels so good.”
“Then stay just like that.”
He grabbed your hips — not to move you, but to hold you there. Just sitting. His cock buried deep inside your heat, your body molded to his, every inch of you pressed together.
“Just like that, baby,” he whispered. “Let me feel you.”
You whimpered.
He loved it.
His hands roamed — up your thighs, your waist, your belly. He kissed the swell of it, resting his cheek there for a moment like it was the most peaceful place in the world.
“You ever look in a mirror when you ride someone?” he asked, voice lower than sin.
You blinked. “No?”
He grinned, devilish. “Come on.”
He moved with you in his lap, still inside you, and shifted both of you until you were facing the full-length mirror on the far wall. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your head just enough to see the reflection.
“Now look.”
And holy shit.
You looked fucked-out. Gorgeous. His shirt barely clung to your body, riding up over your belly, your tits full and heaving, lips swollen and parted. Your thighs were spread wide, his cock buried so deep inside you it felt like he was in your throat.
“See that?” he whispered in your ear. “That’s what I see. Every fuckin’ time I look at you.”
His hips rolled up — just once.
You gasped. Your mouth opened, eyes wide in the mirror.
“There she is,” he groaned. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
He began moving — slow and deep — guiding your hips with his hands, watching your faces in the mirror as your bodies moved like they were made for it.
“F-fuck, Hanta—” you whimpered, bracing against his chest.
“You love how full I make you feel?” he whispered. “You love bouncing on this dick like a good girl?”
You nodded, nearly crying from how deep he was.
“Say it.”
“I—fuck—I love it—I love how full you make me—”
He bit your shoulder. “You’re gonna cum for me again. Right here, in my lap. Lookin’ so goddamn perfect while you fall apart.”
His hand slid between your bodies, thumb pressing against your clit.
You screamed.
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave — your hips stuttering, your head falling back, his name torn from your throat as your pussy clenched tight around his cock. You heard his ragged moan, felt him twitch inside you.
“Fuck—fuck—I’m—baby—”
He held you down, burying himself one last time, and spilled inside you — hot, thick, so deep you could swear you tasted it. His whole body shook. You collapsed against him, both of you gasping, drenched, trembling.
He kissed your temple. Your cheek. Your shoulder.
“Best. Wake-up. Ever.”
You laughed weakly. “You’re insatiable.”
He grinned. “Only for you, mi amor.”
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End.
Masterlist: Sero Masterlist: Other Fanfics
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Yandere!Femboy who would work overtime at his job to ensure he had enough money to buy you anything you even thought about wanting! Every stuffed animal, every clothing item, every snack. Literally everything!
Yandere!Femboy who began randomly taking you on dates! Of course you didn’t know they were dates, you thought you two were just hanging out, but no! These were dates for him.
He remembered every single detail about anything you ever said to articulate the perfect date.
You like some dessert you saw on Tiktok? Your yandere was finding the nearest bakery that made them!
You haven’t seen a new movie that just came out yet? Well guess what. You two are going the next day that you are free!
You were concerned about his spending habits, and when you asked him to stop because you couldn’t repay him, he glared at you as if you had insulted him.
Yandere!Femboy bought you a tight fitting shirt that you said you liked one day. He thought it looked absolutely gorgeous on you! They hugged your tits perfectly, and he would make sure his air conditioner was pumped up just so that your nipples would harden through the shirt.
When you both had class the next day, he begged you for copious amounts of hugs that day. You hadn’t realized he wanted to feel the warmth of your titties pressed against him.
Yandere!Femboy who was so sad to find you in a hoodie covering the shirt at lunch! What was wrong! You looked so sad. When you explained to him that a girl in your class made a comment about your body, he was quick to come to your aid.
“She’s just fucking jealous! Your tits look perfect in this!” he squealed as he reached out to jiggle your boobs in his hands, loving the warm heaviness of them.
He asked you nonchalantly who the girl was. He was just curious!
Little did you know, he would have a nice talk with her after lunch, and she would now be scared to so much as even look at you. Seems the girl valued herself…and her life.
Yandere!Femboy who decided to take you shopping to cheer you up after lectures. You were stood in your favorite department store, by the panties and bras.
Your yandere picked up a pair of white cotton panties.
“I bet these would make your cunt look so juicy,” he said as he held them up to you. He bit his lip playfully as he observed, as if he was imagining you in them.
His comment made your face burn. What the hell did he just say? You were starting to think he may be less and less gay as time goes on.
“Here, I’m getting you these.”
Yandere!Femboy who took you home and made you a dinner of ramen and sushi. He was quite the cook! Just for you, he had learned a plethora of recipes.
You two were sat on his couch watching some cheesy slasher and one of the jump scares caused you to flinch. This resorted in your yandere giggling. He leaned over to you, placing a sweet peck to your cheek.
“You’re cute,” he smiled before using his finger to turn your face towards him. He captured your lips into a simple kiss. It quickly turned heated, however.
Your eyes widened as he licked your lips, trying to lick into your mouth. You slipped back into the comfort of the kiss when his hands trailed up your sides soothingly.
Yandere!Femboy who gets absolutely nasty when you kiss. His tongue would lick all into your mouth, tongue flicking behind your teeth and onto your cheeks. He would suck your tongue like it was a cock even!
Eager boy seemed to never need to break away for air, you had to pry him off of you. When you did, he stared at you hungrily. He was biting his lips and licking them, staring at you.
“What has gotten into you?” you asked, stunned by this newfound behavior.
Yandere!Femboy who ignores your question and just responds with “You should let me eat your pussy!”
You sputtered and blinked rapidly, but he just sat there as though he hadn’t said something completely out of pocket.
“W-what?” your brows were raised as you sat up to get a better look at him.
“Oh, please! I’ll make it so good for you! Please, just let me lick your cunt!” he begged so prettily, chest heaving. He clasped his hands together and gave you the sweetest puppy dog eyes.
Unfortunately, you were a bit insecure when it came to your naked body.
“You probably don’t want that, I mean I haven’t shaved in months.”
That seemed to only make him more feral.
“I love your body! I love your hair! Please! Please let me eat you, please!” he squealed. You had learned him by now, and if he wanted something, he wouldn’t stop asking until he got it.
You ended up biting your lip and nodding for him to eat you out.
Yandere!Femboy who is quick to yank your panties down and have you lay back against the sofa. He had you place one of your legs on the coffee table so that you were nice and spread for him.
He quickly got onto his knees, mouth salivating. He spread your legs wider, and you looked down at him. His eyes were pitch black and overly excited.
He leaned into you, taking a large inhale of your scent. His eyes rolled back before he brought his nose to lay right against your clit.
You flinched at the sensation.
“You smell so good! I just wanna bottle it up,” he giggled and reached out to spread your lips wide, mouth salivating.
He began to place little kitten licks onto your clit sweetly. He stared up at you with his big glistening eyes before he pulled away and allowed drool to drip onto your pussy.
He fluttered his eyes prettily before dipping down to suck on your clit.
“A-ah!” you whimpered.
He allowed his eyes to flutter shut to focus on eating you out and savoring your flavor.
He quickly got greedy and ravenous with his eating and got sloppy. He messily slurped at your pussy, loud and lewd. His tongue dipped down into your hole, fucking it vigorously.
He was an impatient little thing, wanting you to cum as quickly as possible.
“Does it feel good?” he would ask you between hard suctions.
“Yes, fuck yes!” you squealed.
“Please cum! Cum on my tongue! Please!” he begged as he alternated between sucking on your clit and licking back and forth.
You did cum! And it was the best orgasm you think that you have ever had…and it was given to you by your gay? friend?
Yandere!Femboy who quickly slurps up your cum and hops up from his position, sneakily reaching over you to grab the condom he had planted in the couch cushions.
Yandere!Femboy who sneakily slid on the condom as he soothed you from your orgasm. He massaged your scalp and placed reassuring kisses to your cheek as he lined his cock up with your little pussy hole.
Yandere!Femboy who distracted you with a kiss as he slid into your pussy. Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion.
Yandere!Femboy who quickly shushed you as he began to rut into you. Petting you like a puppy as he humped his cock into you, just trying to make himself cum!
“You’re so tight! I’m so glad yours is the first one I get to fuck! Am I your first?” he asked as he stared into your eyes.
When you went to respond, you were cut off by a moan coming out of your own mouth.
“Those dumbass fucking guys, they’d never know how to please you. How to fuck you properly hm?”
You shook your head in response before reaching up to pull him into a kiss.
Yandere!Femboy who fucks into you until he dumps into the condom, stuffing it full.
“Wish I could cum in you! Wanna fill you up and get you pregnant, b-but we can’t right now! Gotta-gotta wait,” he hiccuped into you as he came down from his high.
Yandere!Femboy who you would have to comfort and pet, just a little! Be gentle with him, he just lost his virginity to you.
Yandere!Femboy who you would fall asleep next to after that, soft snores heard from the both of you that whole night!
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price knows best
john price prompt: "you don’t need to go out with them tonight. stay with me instead.”
tags: smut/pwp, toxic relationship, baby trapping, possessive behavior, toxic!price, chubby!reader, established relationship (married), doggy style, carpet sex/carpet burns, rough sex
price hated saturday nights, when he saw you all dressed up for a night out. you looked so sweet in the little outfits that you wore out to the club. he wished that club burnt down to the ground so you'd be forced to stay home.
stay with your husband.
you didn't need to dress like you were looking for attention, was price's large hands on you not enough? at first price liked the idea that other men got to see what belonged to him. but now, you shouldn't be out on a saturday night. you should be at home with your husband, letting him put a baby in you.
"come sit with me before you leave, petal." he said as he spread his legs a little further to let you perch on his strong thigh. price knew he was a burly man, strong in a sense that he could easily crush you if he wanted to.
but he wouldn't be a good husband if he bruised his wife, now would he? his blue eyes were hungry on you as you came over, barefoot in a cute, whorish little dress.
"john, i have to go."
"mmm, gonna miss ya tonight." he purred as he put his hand on your waist, "hate seein' ya go each time." he kissed at your neck.
you pulled away, "honey, you can't convince me to stay home." but his lips only closed the distance and he continued to kiss at your soft skin. you smelt like peaches and the scent only aroused price more.
"baby girl." he purred, "you can't be going out every night. men are gonna get the wrong idea. think that your ass is for sale."
"i wear my ring."
"that don't mean shit to men who are like dogs." he replied as he held onto you a little tighter and pulled you in closer. you whimpered and the sound aroused him further.
you always made the sweetest noises, you sounded so perfect. price was lucky to put a ring on you before anyone else could sink their claws into you. he continued to kiss you and eventually his large hand went up your skirt.
"john."
he chuckled lowly, "someone's excited. like when your husband touches you like this." his voice was a low purr. he rubbed your slit with his thick fingers.
"i have to go soon."
he looked you in the eyes, there was an erection in his flannel pajama pants. he gave you a small smile, the same smile that lured you into marriage. he rubbed your pussy through your thin panties and said, "you don’t need to go out with them tonight. stay with me instead.”
you pouted, "john."
"don't pout, petal. a wife doesn't pout." he rubbed a little harder and kept his grasp on you tight. little thing wasn't going to wiggle out from under him. he saw your resolve start to crack.
"john, please." you said softly.
"petal, love bug, my darlin' wife." his bread grazed across the skin he kissed, "stay home with me. please. i don't want a bad man to hurt you. it's for your best interest. for your safety."
you held onto his shoulders, you felt yourself waver. being with your friends was fun, but the promises of what your husband would do were starting to sound more appealing.
"c'mon, baby. stay home. stay with me." he cooed and you felt the excitement run through you. it was an intense heat that made you curl closer to him. you hated the effect he had on you.
he continued to kiss you and tease you, it made your pulse jump a little. you hated the way price could get under you skin this way. the way he touched you made you soul sing and before you knew it, you were face down on the carpet by the coffee table with your panties around your knees and your ass up to price's cock.
price was on cloud nine at the sight of you, so submissive for him. the perfect wife. couldn't help bu get a little excited in his sweatpants before he pulled them down under his hairy balls.
your husband was bordering on full bush, he said he loved your sweet wetness dripped down his balls and in his dark pubic hair. his cock was hefty, big in a way that there has been a few times it just didn't fit. but you were such a lovely little wife that you found other ways to pleasure him.
he sank into you without much fanfare. the angle let him go a little deeper, you could feel his balls against your ass as he loomed over you. his cock throbbed inside of your pretty little pussy. he said lowly, in that husky voice, "like that, petal? see, isn't it better to stay home? man takes good care of his woman, doesn't need the attention of other men."
"john." you gasped as he clutched onto your soft hips. price liked that you were on the thicker side, he liked that your thigh gap was next to nothing, the pudginess of your hips that he could sink his hands into while he fucked you.
next round he'd smother himself in those pretty fat tits you had. didn't matter how many stretch marks lined your stomach, thighs and even your arms. he didn't care, he hoped to add to them when you got pregnant. not if, when.
he fucked into you, he moved you up against the carpet with each heavy thrust. it felt good, he was certain of that. your cunt always squeezed around his cock, such a struggle for you to accommodate it. poor, poor mrs. price. but that alright, price would just have to continue fucking you till he reshaped your cunt to fit him. only him.
he pressed further into you and got your cheek against the carpet. you whined and he kissed the back of your neck. he laid a large hand across your soft stomach, he could watch your curves shake in that dress you wore with each of his movements. he said lowly, "you'd look good taking care of my kid, right? hefty son at your hip, better ways to spend the weekend. making sure my boys are taken care of." he got a bit more aggressive with his movements and your noises got louder.
you sounded like heaven. a heaven only reserved for him as the tip of his dick drooled pre-cum into your womb while it kissed your cervix. every cell was vital.
"getting older, won't be much longer i can keep up. time to settle you down. you got the body that could handle carrying my kids." your stomach leapt and your pussy clenched around him. you only got more wet from your husband's words, you moaned a little louder and price soaked in the feeling.
he couldn't wait to switch out all of your club clothing with something a little more fitting for a mother. he wanted to highlight how he changed your figure. seeded you perfectly and he would want to show off the slope in your middle, the extra weight in your chest. you were already beautiful, but he knew that you'd be even more perfect with his baby at your hip. it only excited him more, made him eager to nudge his tip a little harder inside of you. he tilted your hips a little more to make sure every drop barrelled towards your waiting womb.
"fuck, john. ah, please." you whimpered. you couldn't be a mother yet, you were still rather young. yes, you got married early. but that didn't mean it was time to get pregnant!
regardless price continued to fuck himself into you. he knew he was leaving poor carpet burns on your body as he fucked you further into the uncomfortable rug. but your pussy just pulled him in. almost milked him for everything.
he knew that your body wanted this, even if you got into your head that it wasn't the right time. biology knew better, and price knew that you wanted his cum. you wanted him to impregnate you. you'd have to cancel more often, if not all the time, because price's babies needed their mama. and price needed his wife.
keep you at home, keep you comfortable. price would provide, and as he fucked you up against the floor, he was proving that he could provide you. that he was still virile and that he would get you pregnant. no questions asked, you were his. all his.
you were panting, whining almost. the pleasure was undeniable for you. you arched your back a little and felt the hammering of your pulse in the back of your head. you couldn't think straight as he fucked you, it was undeniable. you were at his total mercy. damn john price and his power over you.
"please, ah!" you gasped as you tried to find leverage on the carpet but ended up just climaxing all over your husband's heavy cock. doing your wifely duties and letting price have every inch of you. you were his, all his in the end and nothing would change that.
price loved the feeling of that, your pussy clenched around his cock. the heaven between your legs that price got to have at every chance. he was proud to be your husband and a proud husband lets his wife milk his cock for every ounce of cum.
and it wasn't much longer until he shoved his entire length into you and finished inside of you as well. he made sure he was as deep as he could go and was near certain you were going to get pregnant tonight. no more dancing, no more slutty outfits, you were a mama now. time to show a little modesty.
he continued to rut into you while you felt your head swim from the pleasure. he eventually slowed his pace to a stop and kissed your neck as he kept his softening cock inside of you for a little while longer.
he patted your stomach and for the first time in a long time, he prayed that you'd be plump with his child soon enough. even if he had to take you many, many more rounds tonight.
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price liked saturdays a lot more now.
you were tucked beside him, your button up night shirt undone to let john jr. have his nightly meal. your infant son seemed like a bottomless pit when it came to your milk. you suggested that maybe it was time with switch to formula, but price said that he'd find a way to make sure you made enough milk for your son.
"hungry little bugger." price said with affection, "might need a taste before he drinks it all up." john jr. was five months now, maybe it was time to start working on his little brother.
baby was a spitting image of him, and that fueled a sense of pride in price. hefty son looking exactly like his old man with such a caring mama, even if he had a small habit of sucking on you too hard. he was just hungry, you couldn't be mad at your baby, right?
see, this was better than clubbing. and don't worry, if you felt like dancing tonight you could show off that motherly curves for price before he took what was his.
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I’m sure I’ve read something like this but-
-Best friend!Soap, who spends a few nights at your place while his apartment gets repaired from the only slightly concerning black mold found in his walls.
After he goes home you find a small black sketch book wedged between the cushions of your couch.
Once you have a mini existential crisis you flick its pages open just to see drawings of a woman’s body, that looks oddly like yours, but… he’s never seen you this unclothed. Has he?

Art is from mariamtarek78 on Pinterest <3
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John Price who has a chubby wife— loves his chubby wife, in fact. Thinks the more fat on a woman the better.
Chubby wife whom he keeps all to himself. Not because he isn’t proud to have you by his side. If anything he loves taking you to his work events so you can get all dolled up. Keeps a firm grip around your waist all night, quite possessive of you he is, but he also enjoys feeling the fat of your hip cave under his large palm. Watching the supple flesh spill between his fingertips in the soft fabric.
You hate the way your belly shows in all the dresses you have to wear for these events, but god, John couldn’t love it more. Traces his eyes over the chubby little bump in the material. Loves that he can see the silhouette, how the fabric pulls taut at your curves.
Or your breasts, round and heavy. Cleavage seeping from the tight confines of the material. Poor girl can’t help it when they’re that big, no top can seem to hide them. Distracts him all too often when people are trying to talk to him and all he can focus on is the deep slope of your breasts.
And your ass, wide and curved. Jiggles with every step you take, enjoys watching you walk in front of him just as much as he prefers you tight by his side. Practically foams at the mouth when your dress is short enough so he can see the back of your thighs. Has to will his boner away when he can see the shadows of cellulite that decorate the backs of them.
Irritation burns his throat when his sergeants approach you, try to charm you the best they can. You’re too sweet to explicitly ignore them or shush them away, but that’s what you had him for, why he was so bloody protective of you. Would have thought that his sergeants would respect their captain and not drag their eyes over his girls figure. Though, he couldn’t blame them when you looked like that. Who wouldn’t look? He couldn’t take his own eyes off you.
Enjoys the sharp inhale you make when he pulls your back against his chest, leans his head close to you and asks if this muppet is bothering you, darling?
Loud enough for the other man to hear, but John doesn’t even bat him an eye, keeps his eyes trained on you. Revels in the fact that you press your self deeper into his touch, slotting your ass closer to his hips. The man always excuses himself with a quiet ‘my apologies, sir’ but John doesn’t even care, really. Too focused on his pretty girl to pay attention to anyone else.
He always leaves these events too early, especially for a captain. Should probably stay later than most considering his rank, but he can’t help himself. Staring at you for just a couple hours in a pretty little dress without burying his cock inside you is almost unbearable.
Truthfully, a quickie in a closet or spare room might suffice, has taken you away from these parties just to return shortly with a new hickey adorned on your neck and his cum dripping down your thighs. But a quickie is never enough, not sufficient enough for John.
John’s body is burly, grooved into protruding muscles, smoothed over with a layer of fat and thick curly tufts of brown hair. Sinewy muscles and meaty, pure strength.
And you.
Well you are chubby, soft and round. Pretty doe eyes encased between plump cheeks. The perfect delicacy for him to melt into.
Being captain comes with its stresses, especially at his age. Pieces of his patience are shaved away with each passing day. His back aches, knees popping everytime he squats, temples pulsing terribly behind his eyelids. He’s sore most days than not, irritated and tired behind his desk. Moronic and insolent sergeants ruining him to his wits end.
It’s draining ordering those around who will not listen. But his sweet chubby wife, you, make up for it. Quite obedient you are, never has to tell you twice. Perfect acquiescence entangled in each little dimple on your flesh.
Coming home to you is easy. Hoisting your plush thighs either side of his head is even easier. Melting his aches and pains away with his face buried in your cunt. You tend to be hesitant sitting on his face, nervous that you will squish him to death. It’s cliche, but he mumbles refusals to you one too many times.
Nonsense, darling he wishes to be smothered by you, couldn’t have a better place to be.
It’s the truth, savors the image of you above him. Bulge of your belly pressed to his nose, breasts plump and heavy, drooped low, so he can see your nipples, pert and rosy. Thighs thick and suffocating around his face, pretty little mewls muffled to his ears by your flesh. Soft fat blocking his view of your face, can only get a glimpse of it if you angle your head a certain way. Something he usually would not appreciate, but he enjoys the expanse of your skin just as much.
Spends his time between your thighs, makes you cum on his tongue several times before he’s pleased enough. Keeps his large palm fisted around his cock while he does so because the taste of your arousal is just as addicting as your fat. Could finish like that, sat atop him, cum on his lips. Has before, but you do not prefer it that way. Sweet as you are, you are quite greedy, or maybe he has just spoiled you too much. Always want him to stuff you full of him.
And he does, without a second thought because your pussy feels even better wrapped around his cock than his tongue. It’s only fair that you match him, puffy and swollen cunt compares to his fat cock.
It’s a tight fit after all, but you can take it, can’t you, sweetheart?
Transfixed on your curves, the way your belly squishes together when he bends your legs back. Rolls smushed, breasts spilling to your sides from the weight of them. Each thrust is like a cascading wave, watches it ripple over your body, fat jiggling softly. He can never spend nearly enough time grazing your flesh, wishes to sink his teeth into every inch of fat until it’s all his.
He likes being pressed above you, fucking you messy into the sheets, but he thinks he likes you on top just as much. Weighed down under your heavy body as you ride him. Finds too much pleasure watching your chubby thighs try to fuck yourself on his length, legs shaking from exhaustion, whining weakly as you paw at his chest. Beg him to fuck you, that you simply can’t lift yourself any longer, can’t smash his fattened tip against the right spot.
What’s wrong, sweetheart? He’ll drawl, palming at your breasts, Can’t make yourself cum, huh? Come on, use those thick thighs of yours.
And you do try. He spoils you, but teasing you is just as satisfying. Enjoys watching you struggle to make yourself cum until tears are welling in your lashes and all you can do is rut your hips against his.
He gives in eventually, flipping the two of you around. Folds you how he pleases because even through it all he can still carry you easily. Fucks you the way you want, the way you deserve after being subject to his torment for so long.
Though it’s not just sexual gratification. You’re always warm and so soft. His worries seem to dissolve under your touch, snuggled tightly around you. Harden edges melt into your plush flesh, face buried between your breasts more often than not when lying together. Pulls you atop him, the heavy weight welcomed, grounds him of sorts. Even if his breath does become strained, you lull him to sleep.
He’ll wake up to the both of you sweaty and clammy, struggling to adequately fill his lungs with air, but he only pulls you closer, not quite ready to leave the confines of his girl.
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“chubby reader” this and “chubby reader” that.
no.
i want a fat reader like 250ibs+ i want her so heavy and her want her in love.
im sick of the cod guys dating skinny girls
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Is She Mine?
summary: when buck left pennsylvania, he unknowingly left you there, pregnant with his child. four years later he runs into you and your daughter at the grocery store.
word count: 2.8k
a/n: another buck with a kid fic, another baby name from my baby name list used<3 if you don't like the name argue with the wall. someone gave me this idea months ago, but i can't find the ask, and i know birthmarks like that aren't hereditary or anything, but just pretend lol. anyway, enjoy<3
warnings: barely edited (sorry), reader has a daughter (obviously lol), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader
“Delia, come back here right now!” you whisper-yell down the grocery aisle, looking up right as you see your daughter disappear around the corner.
You’ve always been against kids on leashes, but lately, your three-year-old daughter has been single-handedly changing your opinion on them. You can’t take your eyes off of her for more than a couple of seconds before she’s gone; chasing after nothing in particular and probably talking to a random stranger or two along the way, if you know her at all.
You see flickers of her father in her; not merely in her appearance, but in who she is on the inside as well, and she’s never even met him. She’s extremely outgoing and talkative, and stubborn, and has a heart of gold. As much as you hate to see the painful glimmer of her father within her, it also makes you happy to think of your time with him.
You haven’t seen him since shortly after you realized you were pregnant. You were both in college in your home state, and when you took the pregnancy test, you couldn’t figure out how to tell him. You had ended up waiting too long, and when he told you that he was leaving to travel the world, you couldn’t stop him, as much as you wanted to.
You knew how miserable he was with his parents, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin his dreams. You knew all he wanted to do was get out of Pennsylvania, and you didn’t want to force him to stay with you just because you had done something stupid.
You abandon your cart in the middle of the aisle and race after her, haphazardly pulling your purse up your arm as your eyes frantically look around you for a glimpse of her hair, or her light blue shirt. Or was it purple? God, you really need to start taking pictures of her before you go out with her, you think to yourself as your heart hammers in your chest.
Finally, you hear her loud giggle, and you let out a relieved sigh, following the noise and finally setting your sight on her curly hair and her blue shirt. Good to know you were right about that, at least.
“De, what are you doing? You can’t run away from m-” your words catch in your throat as you see that she’s talking to a man who’s bent down to her level and smiling fondly at her.
When he turns and locks eyes with you, the smile drops from his face, and he stands up straight as his eyes travel down your body. His breath has been ripped from his lungs as he watches you pick up the little girl and set her on your hip, but before either of you can speak, your daughter squeals excitedly in your ear.
“Mommy, he’s got dots, too!” Her tiny hand shoots out toward his eyebrow, pointing at the birthmark above his eye, and you nod slowly, eyes still focused on Buck. Your sweet girl is completely oblivious to the tension between you and Buck; all she can focus on is that this random man at the grocery store has the exact same birthmark as her.
“Buck,” you breathe in disbelief, watching as the realization dawns on him. He knows exactly what he just heard. Mommy. And unless he’s suddenly extremely bad at math, he knows exactly what this means.
His eyes dart between you and your daughter, now seeing the mix of your features on her face. She has your eyes, and her hair is the exact same, but she also has his bright smile, and his nose, and of course, the same birthmark above her eye.
“Is she-” he begins, trailing off as he shakes his head. He’s trying hard to wrap his head around this situation, and the only thought running through his mind is why the hell didn’t she tell me?
“She’s three,” you reply softly, unable to bring yourself to say the real truth. He’s not stupid; you know you shouldn’t need to, and you don’t want to say a thing around Delia, anyway.
“Why didn’t you-?” he begins again, but you cut him off, keeping a firm grip on your daughter as she wiggles around in your arms.
“You were miserable in Pennsylvania, I couldn’t make you stay,” you explain, your throat feeling tight as you feel all the emotions you’ve been shoving deep down for the past four years fighting their way to the surface again.
“You wouldn’t be making me stay, if I knew, I would’ve wanted to stay. You know that,” he tells you, brows furrowed.
He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you since he left. Leaving you in Pennsylvania was the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but he knew how important it was for you to graduate, and he couldn’t ask you to leave with him and throw away your own dreams for his.
Now, looking at you, and the little girl in your arms, his heart feels heavy. He feels guilty for not being there for you for four years. He wishes that he never left.
“And I wasn’t miserable. I had you,” he continues, his fists clenching at his sides as he watches his daughter wrap her arms around your neck and rest her little head on your shoulder. He wants more than anything to hold her, but she has no idea who he is, and that causes a pain in his chest.
“I’m sorry. We were young, and I didn’t know what to do,” you explain, guilt filling your belly. In hindsight, you know you should’ve told Buck; he had a right to know, but you didn’t know what to say.
“Well, I can’t just forget about this now. I can’t just go back to not seeing you, not seeing her,” he says, his tone pleading as he looks down at your daughter again, his eyes soft as he takes in her drowsy eyes.
“Delia,” you tell him with a small smile, tilting your head to the side and resting your cheek against the top of her head.
He smiles too, and you think you see tears forming in his eyes as he nods, then clears his throat.
“Delia,” he whispers. “She looks just like you,” he continues, louder this time.
You laugh softly, shrugging as you squeeze Delia tighter to you. You’re thankful that she’s been quiet while you talk, clearly tired after a long day at the park, and then running errands.
“I think she looks like you,” you reply, and he chuckles softly, feeling a sense of pride fill his chest. He can’t believe he hasn’t been there to see his little girl grow up, and that you’ve had to do this all alone.
“Please let me see you again. Please.” You smile at his words; you knew Buck would want to help out as much as he could if he ever found out. You feel guilt eating at you as you see the longing in his expression, but this feels like a second chance, and you don’t want to cut him off again.
“Okay. But, can I call you later? I should get her home and ready for daycare tomorrow. We shouldn’t really talk about this here, anyway,” you say quietly, gesturing down to Delia. She may only be three, but she understands a lot, even in her sleepy state, and you don’t want to confuse her before you know what this is.
He nods quickly, then gives you his phone to get your number, and when he has it, you say goodbye before you go your separate ways.
Your daughter waves haphazardly at Buck as you walk away, and you can’t help the grin that makes its way onto your face. She’s asked about her father before, and you never quite knew what to say. Maybe now she’ll actually be able to have the father she’s always asked about. The one that you’ve longed for for the last four years.
Later that night, when Delia’s in bed, you call Buck and set up a day for him to come over to spend the day with you two. You both agree not to tell Delia who he really is, at least not right away. First, you’ll just get her used to him, and then you’ll cross the next bridge when you get to it.
You weren’t at all surprised when the first time Buck showed up on your doorstep, Delia welcomed him in with a bright smile, grabbing his hand and bringing him into the living room where all her toys were scattered around. You weren’t surprised when Buck sat right down with her and played with her all day, either, only stopping for snack breaks.
Anything she would ask for, he would do, whether it was playing hide and seek, or painting with her, or throwing her up in the air as many times as she wanted while playing what she calls “rocket ship.”
Eventually, his afternoon visits ended up ending later and later, and you’d sit on the couch and talk long after Delia went to bed. You missed hanging out with him, and seeing him being so good with Delia had you falling for him all over again.
It wasn’t hard to see that he felt the same; you could see the way his eyes wandered down your body, or down to your lips when you were speaking, but you never did anything about it. Your number one priority is Delia, and you don’t want to do anything too early and confuse her.
One day, a few months after you had run into Buck, he’s sitting on the carpet with your daughter, holding two of her Barbie’s in his hands with furrowed brows as she explains to him who they are. You’re sitting with them, watching with a fond smile, when Delia stops, looking up at Buck quizzically.
“Are you my daddy?” she asks softly, her brows knit together in confusion as she eyes him.
Both you and Buck’s eyes widen, and your lips part as you try to figure out what to say. You knew this was coming, but you couldn’t figure out how to go about it.
“Why do you ask, sweetheart?” Buck finally says, tilting his head to the side as you watch them.
“Everyone at school has daddies. And, you love my mommy,” she explains, looking between the two of you. You tilt your head to the side and steal a glance at Buck, seeing the smile growing on his face. He meets your gaze for a second, raising a brow, and you nod once. You don’t know how this is going to go, but you want to try.
“Of course, I love your mommy. And I love you, too,” he assures her with a smile, bringing a hand up and tracing her chubby cheek with his fingers.
She smiles bashfully, tilting her head to the side, then stops for a moment, thinking. You can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she looks at the space between the two of you, spaced out, and then she looks back up at Buck.
“Will you be my daddy?” she asks, and your heart shatters when you see the nervousness in her eyes. Buck can feel tears forming in his eyes as he looks back into her eyes, and his heart somehow feels both full and empty at her words. He’s been hoping to eventually become Delia’s father for real, but hearing the uncertainty in her voice makes him want to hold her close and never leave her again.
“Yeah, baby, I’ll be your daddy,” he says after a moment, not wanting her to wait a second longer. He lets out a huff as Delia suddenly shoots up and launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling into his lap with an elated giggle.
“I love you, daddy,” she says breathlessly, nuzzling into his neck and squeezing him hard. You watch with a smile, tears forming in your own eyes as you see a tear slip down Buck’s cheek.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice shaky as he hugs her close to his chest.
He’s always wanted a family, and now that he has this one, he never wants to let it go. He just can’t believe he missed out on the first three years. He’ll have to make it up to his girls, he thinks to himself.
“I’m gonna go talk to your mommy for a second. We’ll be right back, okay?” he tells your daughter when she finally gets off his lap and goes back to playing with her Barbie’s.
When you’re both in the kitchen, and sure Delia’s distracted, Buck closes the space between you two, cupping your cheeks and bringing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. You hold his wrists as you kiss him back, caught slightly off guard but quickly regaining your composure as you move your lips in time with his.
When you finally pull back, you’re both out of breath, and he looks down at you with sparkling eyes, studying your face for a moment before bringing your foreheads together.
“I want to be a real family. I don’t just want her, I want you, too.” he whispers, letting his thumb trace along your skin as he holds your face in his hands. You laugh in slight disbelief, then nod, letting a tear finally fall down your cheek. The last four years without him have been exhausting, and all you wanted was this, but you never thought you could have it. Except now Buck is standing right in front of you, telling you that he wants exactly what you want.
“I want that, too.” you tell him softly, then bring your lips up to his again, kissing him with newfound fervour.
Your hands go to his chest, bunching up the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer as you part your lips and let his tongue slip into your mouth, searching. He keeps one hand on your face as the other goes down to your hip, holding you flush against him as he tilts your head further up into the kiss, and a low groan escapes his throat as he feels your plush middle pressed against him.
You finally have to pull away when you hear your daughter’s squeal from the other room; yelling a high pitched “daddy!”
You both race to the living room, letting out sighs of relief when you see her sitting in the same spot on the carpet that you’d left her, with a cheeky smile on her face.
“Can we have ice cream for dinner?” You scoff, laughing softly as you shake your head. You’ve seen that sweet little expression before; she knows exactly how to ask for what she wants, but unlike Buck, you’re more used to having to say no.
“Yeah, we can have ice cream for dinner, baby,” Buck replies before you can, and your head snaps in his direction, your eyes narrowed. He hasn’t noticed your reaction, however, as he’s smiling fondly at Delia as she squeals excitedly and makes her way to him.
When Buck picks your daughter up in his arms and finally turns to face you, you can feel the sliver of anger slip away, seeing how Delia is looking up at Buck with a dazed smile; clearly happy about finally having her daddy.
“You’re already wrapped around her finger.” you tease, and all he does is shrug, a smile plastered to his face.
“Happily.” he replies, then leans down and gives you a gentle kiss. You both laugh when you hear Delia’s fake sounds of disgust, and when you pull back, Buck throws her up in the air, then catches her.
“Hey, if I’m gonna be your daddy, you’re gonna have to let me kiss your mommy, that’s part of the deal.” he teases as he throws her up in the air, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from her lips.
“Okay, okay, okay!” she gets out through breathless gasps, and when Buck hums in victory and lowers her back into his arms, he gives her a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
You watch with a grin, and you can’t believe that you lived for four years without Buck. But now that he’s back, you never want to leave him again.
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Hi could I request something with yandere aizen and a reader with social anxiety perhaps?
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Modern au- Aizen's a lawyer
Aizen wasn't a nice man at all. He was manipulative, could be cruel at times, and used people for his own gain. All of this was a secret he kept from you, because in his eyes you could do absolutely no wrong. You relied on him a bit due to your anxiety. Finding comfort in your lover because he never made you feel bad about looking to him for reassurance. He in fact loved it. He knew you needed it and he loved every bit of giving it to you.
The biggest problem was paparazzi. With him being so both famous and infamous they could be really overbearing to you. More times than not when you were trying to have a nice quiet time alone they would find you and take pictures of you. Aizen didn't like that at all. You were so beloved to him. To the point it was practically an obsession, hell it actually was an obsession.
With a single text he would come and get you within minutes. It didn't matter what he was doing because at the end of the day you were more important. He filed more than several lawsuits against paparazzi for harassment. And if he needed to go father would he? Of course. He'd get rid of anyone he sees as insolent. Especially when they bothered the most important thing in his life.
There were times when your anxiety was worse than usual. He could always tell when you were struggling even if you didn't want to say anything. His hand would always be on yours when you two were out so you could have some type of quiet reassurance without feeling like you were asking for too much. If you want him to order you guys food, he'd do it.
You want something new that just came out but didn't feel like you'd be able to wait in that line outside with all those people? He had four people there early as dawn so they'd be first and you'd have options. If someone upset you and made you feel bad, or god forbid caused you to feel so anxious that you'd have an anxiety attack. God have mercy on them because he personally goes out of his way to make their life a living fucking hell.
Aizen would do anything to make his beloved comfortable. Anything possible to make life easier for you was done. And he truly wouldn't think a second thought about it.
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fem plus size bimbo!reader, wc: (written on the app!). (18)+
۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | uhhh... can't stop thinking about that pool scene where reid just kept talking in between kisses, so here ya go!! :D

You weren't even listening.
Whatever was coming out of his mouth was falling on deaf ears as you stared at his lips moving.
It was something about space? Gravity? Physics something or another? You didn't know, all you knew was that you need his lips on yours, and fast.
"what's so interesting about gravity, is that it's -"
You don't even bother to say anything, just leaning forward to land a sweet peck on his mouth.
He stops for a moment, eyes fluttering shut out of pure instinct before continuing when you separate, "It's by far the weakest force that we know despite -" you peck him again.
This time you purposely hold him against your body longer, both of your hands moving to cup the back of his neck to gently coax him forward.
" I have no idea what you're talking about," You breathe. "But it sounds complicated, " Another kiss. "And that's hot."
Spencer flusters at your words, "W-what?" You grin sweetly, bumping your forehead against his. His large palms cradle your face.
"You're smart, that's hot, and i'm really turned on." You state as though it's obvious.
"Oh."
"Yeah 'oh'," You mimick playfully. "I'm just curious to what you consider more important, facts about gravity or me."
He fumbles for an answer at your teasing, and you can't help the big, cheek splitting smile that fights through your grin.
"I - what? You. You, of course." He answers quickly.
You giggle, pursing your lips. "Oh yeah?"
Spencer gulps, "Yeah."
"Prove it."

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Retired!Simon who takes up to running a ranch in order to keep himself busy as retirement isn’t all cracked up as it should be. Especially with someone who always needs to have a goal at the end of the day.
You move into the dilapidated cabin that skirts the edge of his property. But as you’re moving in late at night, you accidentally hit a post to his fence. You figure you’ll tell the neighbor in the morning rather than the middle of the night and head to bed.
Little do you know, your ‘accident’ causes some of his animals to escape and he’s up before dawn trying to round them up. By the time he’s done, the sun is up and he’s fuming.
Simon storms ups to your door, pounding at it till you answer. His intent to scold you is stalled by the sight when you do, rendering him speechless for a moment. You open the door, dressed in a skimpy silk robe with damp hair and glistening skin, looking every bit like a city slicker who moved to the countryside on a whim.
Simon struggles to keep his eyes up and not on the bit of skin showing underneath your robe. He can feel himself getting hard at just the thought. God, it’s been years since he’s seen a gorgeous soft bird like you…
Meanwhile, you hold an annoyed pout that pushes out your plump lips as you look up at him. As he stays silent, your arms cross over your chest and you arch an eyebrow. “Well?”
You were all for owning up to your fault but when Simon storms over like that, you’re not too keen on fessing up just yet. So you claim to know nothing about it. Shrugging it off and threatening to call the cops if he doesn’t leave.
Simon just laughs at your fiery demeanor and even admires your quick wit. He agrees to leave, for now. Just so he can snag the footage of you hitting said fence post and watch you flounder.
Oh, don’t worry love, he’ll forgive you. Long as you help him fix the fence and any other ‘problems’ you’ve caused.
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Agora Hills ♥️
Max Verstappen x Midsize!Reader
heavily requested part 2 to cuffing szn! Can also be read as stand alone/on its own too 😌😌



kissing, i hope they caught us, whether they like it or not (i wanna show you off, i wanna tie the knot)
Your sweet boyfriend, Max Verstappen, is a lot bigger than you are, and a lot stronger too. You know firsthand - when he uses it time and time again to prove how your curves are the perfect size for him, both in the bedroom and out of it. Your insecurities don't stand a chance against his protectiveness. This tough season, though, you want take control and look after him, and take all of his tension away. You might have underestimated just how strong Max is though...
content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, size kink, dom!max, reader who tries to be a dom but fails lol, overstimulation kink, brief mention of eating disorder, WC 4k
Filing your patient’s notes back in place, you warmly say your goodbyes to the nurses and make your way to the carpark. You loved your work as a doctor in women's health, truly you did - it was even how you’d met your loving boyfriend, Max, when you’d delivered his sister Victoria’s baby. But it had been a very trying week with numerous complex births and anxious new parents. On top of that, your sweet boyfriend, who’d normally take all your stress away in the evenings by breaking you apart with his strong hands and then putting you back together again, had been away for the past month on back to back race weekends.
So you’re very excited because he’s finally flown back into Monaco today, and you can’t wait to get home and see him. Tossing your Hermés bag - a one year anniversary present from Max - into the passenger seat, you slam on the accelerator and speed to his downtown penthouse that you’d recently moved into. Your dainty heels click against the hardwood floor as you walk down the hallway, curiously looking around the living room and pouting when you don’t spot him lounging on the sofa or back on his sim. Frowning, you think he must not have arrived yet - but then you spot the open French doors on the balcony.
Eagerly walking through them, your suspicions are confirmed when you see your boyfriend comfortable dressed in a hoodie and sweats, intently watching something on his phone and oblivious to the outside world. When he hears your excited Maxie! his thick neck snaps up, focused expression morphing into one of pure adoration as he swiftly stands up from the outdoor chaise and steps towards you. Schatje! he beams, broad arms opening to meet your running figure and easily picking you up to bury him face in your neck. You laugh delightedly, finally reunited with your golden retriever of a boyfriend. Missed you so much, pretty girl, Max murmurs, his deep voice muffled as he presses soft kisses all over your neck and chubby cheeks. Did you finish work early? Sorry, I got distracted, I was going to come pick you up.
You sigh contently, feeling some of stress of the past couple weeks leaving your tense figure just from your boyfriend’s warm and secure embrace. Max supports your full weight when you wrap your soft thighs around his toned waist, your YSL heels slipping off and landing on the ground. Not as much as I missed you, you promise, your small palms running across those ridiculously broad shoulders to gently tug at his soft locks. He draws back just enough to let your plush lips meet his, the pair of you smiling into the sweet kiss. You’re well on your way to a steamy make out when the ringtone of Max’s phone interrupts the mood. You pout as Max reluctantly pulls away, scowling when he sees his boss’s name flash on the screen. When he doesn’t bother answering the call, turning back to you instead, you curiously ask if he was going to get that.
Max firmly tells you absolutely not, I have much more important things I’d rather be doing as he carries you inside. He sets you down gently on the soft bed, moving to cover your much smaller frame underneath him as he grins down at your flushed face, his display of strength never failing to get your heart fluttering. Things like taking good care of my pretty girlfriend like she deserves, hmm?
Distantly, you hear his phone ringing again but it’s once again ignored as he leans down, desire clear in his gorgeous blue eyes. As much as you would rather resume your makeout session (and wow, did it take a lot of self control for you to pause this), you place a hand to his broad chest to gently halt him. He pauses, confused, and you tilt your head and ask if everything was okay, he normally would never miss Horner’s calls?
Max rolls his eyes at the mention of his boss’s name, flopping down next to you with his head propped up against a large palm. He grunts out that Horner had been up his ass for no reason lately, waffling and trying to skirt around the issue when Max had been very clear that the goddamn car was the issue this season.
Your boyfriend’s angled jaw clenches as he says this, his expression turning stormy as his mind wandered someplace else. You’re perplexed, as normally your boyfriend was a bit of a yapper - something you adored about him - and could easily complain to you for hours about anything troubling him. You feel a bit guilty as you may have taken a bit of a backseat this month given how rare a bad outcome was for Max’s races. You’d known that this season hadn’t been as stellar but assumed it would all smooth out - but by the looks of it, it clearly hadn’t, and you knew Max took his racing career extremely seriously and wouldn’t repeatedly avoid calls from Horner without good reason.
You sweetly apologise to Max for being so out of it, a worried expression on your face, especially since he had always been so attentive and caring to your needs. Especially last year when you’d been struggling with an eating disorder when fans had made vicious, jealous comments about your curvy figure once your relationship had gone public.
Max’s gaze softens as he looks down at your guilty brown doe eyes, his hand coming up to brush against yours which was resting on his stubbled cheek. His heart swells at seeing how cute you were trying so hard to make sure he was feeling okay. Oh, schatje, he croons, leaning down to lovingly kiss your adorably scrunched brows. Don’t worry, you always take such good care of me whenever I need it. It’s just the same old cycle of racing drama. Besides, things at the hospital were really hectic this month, right?
You try to protest the change in topic, wanting to bring it back to him, but then he’s sliding his tongue in to explore your mouth and you’re rather distracted, especially when his fingers trail up your fitted skirt. Your ass looks amazing in this, Max groans against your ear, his cheeks lightly dusted in pink despite his bold words, telling you he liked you in it so much he almost didn’t want to take it off. You giggle at that, coyly telling him he didn’t have to and guiding his hand to slide the skirt up over your thick hips, making his cheeks flush from your tempting show. Grinning wickedly, Max shamelessly lets his hungry gaze wander all over your curvy figure before he makes good on his earlier promise to take good care of his pretty girlfriend.
Really, there was no better stress relief than your boyfriend bending you in half, you think satisfactorily that evening when you and Max are out with friends for dinner. He catches your eye as you stretch your neck, your muscles pleasantly relaxed after a month of wound up tension. When he smirks at you over his G&T you flush, knowing he was probably thinking about how he’d had you in several different positions just a couple of hours earlier. Quickly joining the conversation on your right, you hope your friends don’t notice the heat rising to your cheeks everytime Max’s blue eyes meet yours. You two had been dating for over a year now, so you had no idea how he could still make you feel shy and flustered after an hour (or two) in bed.
Still, you hadn’t forgotten about your earlier conversation with your boyfriend, where you’d made it clear you wanted to support him more. Over the next couple of weeks, whenever you’d ask him about it, he’d open up a bit but you still noticed a frustrated edge to his behaviour. You tried to talk to him about it, of course, with a soft hand against his swollen bicep to sweetly murmur that you would always support him and ask how the latest debrief had been, was there anything you could do to help? You offered to cook his favourite dinner, or give him space to spend hours on his sim and practise, or personally go to headquarters right now and give Horner a peace of your mind for stressing out your talented boyfriend-
Max laughed, head tilted back and lips pulled into an adorable smile. You paused your rant to enjoy the sound of his genuine laughter, looking at him fondly as it never failed to make your heart race. But he’d still evade your inquiring questions and countless offers to do more, as your need to do more for Max the way he always supported you grew over the next month. For all his yapping, your boyfriend was very much an action man where it truly mattered.
So you made sure to attend his next race, rescheduling a few work commitments and joining him aboard his private jet to fly out to Singapore. He'd protested initially, of course, telling you that you didn't need to add more stress to your busy workload for his sake, but you'd firmly told him there was no where you'd rather be that weekend than by his side. And you remained steadfastly dedicated throughout the free practice and qualifying, diligently observing the team dynamics and Max's mood in response so you could debrief with him in the evenings, letting him yap about it to his heart's content. You made sure to give him space when he needed it or rub a soothing arm over his thick shoulders when he tensed, knowing how physical touch was your boyfriend's love language.
On race day, you arrived stylishly dressed in a House of CB floral corset dress and dainty heeled sandals that perfectly matched the weather. Smiling from behind your sunglasses at the multiple paparazzi and fan cameras clicking at you, you confidently walked alongside your boyfriend with your small hand in his much larger one. The pair of you made for a rather romantic sight with the large height difference, going viral on many a Pinterest board for your couple aesthetic. Of course, you'd learnt the hard way about how quickly public attention could burn someone badly with the hate comments you'd received about your weight or height from jealous fans when you two first went public. Although they had never stopped occurring, only increasing as you and Max stayed together, you had gotten far better at tuning them out. And it seemed your attentive boyfriend hadn't forgotten about it, either, judging by how his grip tightened around your delicate fingers and he protectively pulls you into his side when more paparrazi join the storm.
You're quick to reassure him, telling him how happy you were to be here, wanting him to focus on his race and knowing how guilty he would sometimes feel when reminded of how much his public career negatively affects those he loved. Besides, baby, you wink at him as he's about to buckle his helmet on in the driver's room, You know I hate to miss a chance to see you all worked up and sweaty in those slutty fireproofs!
Successfully diverted, your boyfriend now groans embarrassedly at your words, rolling his eyes but not being able to hide the cute blush that appears on his cheeks or his affectionate smile. He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his chest warming at the sound of your happy giggles at his reaction. He can't resist pressing a kiss to your lips then, instead, making you promise you would stay safely in the garage the whole race. Of course, Maxie, you reassured, knowing he didn't need the worry of you encountering the occasional nasty fan adding to his stress. I'll be right here, I promise.
Once the race starts, you're asking yourself why on earth you weren't attending them more regularly, because the sight of Max expertly navigating the track never failed to make you hot and bothered. The high Singaporean temperatures only added to the heat on your face as you heard your boyfriend's normally gentle tone turn into a confident, demanding voice over the team radio. The race was a great one, with the Dutch Lion aggressively fighting his way to P2, making you clap your hands in excitement as he crossed the finish line.
Afterwards, his garage crew guided you to the podium, where Max's blue eyes sparkled warmly at you in the front row, as you laughed with delight, buzzing exctedly. You knew he had been raised to firmly believe only P1 mattered but since you'd begun dating him, you'd made it clear that he was always a strong champion and racer to you regardless of his position. You greeted him as he descended from the podium, beaming up at him as he took you into his strong arms to give you a passionate kiss, your heels lifting off the ground. Cameras clicked around the loving scene, but for once Max didn't mind, content in the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders to whisper how amazing his performance had been!
Setting you down, he took your smaller frame against his with his muscular arm across your shoulder, guiding you away from the crowd. He relaxes a bit closer to the safety of the garage, now answering some reporter's questions as they eagerly question him. He swears he'd taken his eyes off you for only a minute, but suddenly you're not at his side, and he immediately spins around mid interview to look for you. You're only a few meters away, chatting away to one of the news outlets. The reporter holding the microphone balks nervously when a angry looking, 6 foot blonde Dutch appears behind you, looking the very picture of a guard dog with his suspicious glare to the cameraman.
Noticing your boyfriend's intimidating presence, you welcome him into the conversation, saying you'd just been explaining how proud you were seeing him race, the turn into corner eight and when he'd overtaken the Mercedes with DRS were your favourite moments! The reporter hastily nodded, wiping away nervous beads of sweat as he confirmed Yes, yes, we were just discussing the race highlights, and many of our viewers were also eager to know who had styled your lovely girlfriend today, we had many fans hoping to buy the same outfit...?
Oh, Max says, softening his icy glare. Fine. My girlfriend is very beautiful, after all, I can see why those watching would want to have her style. Which she picks out, herself, by the way, no stylist or anything, he adds almost smugly. You giggle cutely at his overprotective antics, leaning in when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays by your side. Pinterest goes crazy that evening with the picture of your boyfriend adoringly gazing down at you, his muscled arm curled around your waist, as he listens to you animatedly explain your outfit to the reporter.
On the flight back home, he'd taken your smaller hand in his again, gently stroking it and avoiding your questioning gaze as he softly murmured that It had been hard, with work recently, and he'd loved having you there as a good luck charm. His cheeks are flushed again as he confesses, almost shyly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and looking down at your intertwined fingers instead of at your beaming face. He was grateful you'd come, knowing how hard it was to get out of work and also deal with the media circus. His words sounded dangerously close to guilty territory and you sit up immediately, pressing into him so that he finally looks up at you.
Not at all, Maxie you insisted, firmly telling him that the actual hard part had been trying to keep your hands off him, did he have any idea how insanely hot he'd looked when warming up with his trainer this week and boxing shirtless? I had to remind myself that this was technically your place of work and take a cold shower, you continue, enjoying seeing him erupt into laughter at your own confession. He'd slyly suggested that the race weekend was over and, well, maybe it was time to for you to finally join the the mile high club?
Your boyfriend always seemed to know how to make you flustered and you lose any upper hand you had immediately, gasping from his suggestive words and unable to meet his heated stare. Max! Wh-what if someone sees? you whisper nervously, to which Max laughs and tells you he'll just have to have you have you here on his lap then, where no one would notice. The cabin is already empty, giving you two complete privacy and Max doesn't hesitate to make the most of it. He uses the strong arms you'd been admiring to easily bounce you on his cock, the both of you still half dressed. You're completely powerless in his firm grip, eyes rolling in bliss as his large hands leave bruises over your hips from the intensity. You’re desperately trying to keep quiet and Max smirks at this, giving you another wicked thrust at just the right angle so you let out a squeal. You whine from his mean teasing and have to bite down on his shoulder to muffle your satisfied moans as he makes you cum on his cock, leaving a creamy white ring around the base. Afterwards, as he presses a loving kiss to your head as you fall asleep leaning against his shoulder, you can't help but pout over how little control you seem to have over Max in the bedroom as he uses his strength to control the pace. How were you ever going to make him go mindless and relaxed for once?
Of course, the drama continues with work well after Singapore, even though there was a month's break before the next race. Max's schedule is packed with meetings and discussions and debriefs on how to secure the WDC title again this year, and you make sure to keep an attentive eye on him. But to your frustration, you note Max is withdrawing again, turning down your offers to talk his frustrations through or let you take care of him for once. So after you’d already gifted him the latest e-sim racing game, and cooked his favourite foods for dinner, you naturally offered another one of your boyfriend’s favourite things - you.
When he returned from a late strategy meeting he’d had to fly out for, jaw tense and frustration evident on his face, he immediately felt himself start to unwind when he opened the front door of your shared apartment. The delicious smell of roast chicken and potatoes wafted out to the hallway, and he smiled as he walked towards the corner, knowing you must be in the kitchen from the Doja Cat song blasting that you hummed along too. Kissing and I hope they caught us, whether they like it or not...
Jimmy and Sassy, Max's cats, rubbed their tails along your freshly shaved and moisturised legs as you started cutting up the chicken you’d baked. Giggling at their demanding antics, you turn to kneel down and give them a small piece each, whispering that they had to promise they wouldn’t tell Max. An amused chuckle makes you startle and look up to see your boyfriend watching you, leaning against the counter. The tips of his ears go pink as he takes in your angelic white mini dress, its sweetheart neckline and tight waist with flowy skirt showing off your hourglass figure.
Maxie! You greet him excitedly, making his gaze wander when your tits press up against his firm chest when he bends down to let you kiss his cheek. You smelt so addictive, too, like honey and vanilla that he wanted to bury his face in and never leave. You excitedly show him what you’d made for dinner, stepping back and telling him to go take a shower while you finished up. And after he’d eaten your delicious cooking, groaning and telling you how much he missed it when away, you coyly smile and say you’d forgotten to make dessert but if he didn’t mind you had something sweeter you could give him?
The blush returns to Max’s face now as you lean him to give him a deep kiss before settling in between his thick thighs, spread wide apart. Within a few seconds you've pulled his impressive semi out of his sweats and are teasingly jerking him off, letting his leaking tip press against your chubby cheeks. It's a sight that never fails to drive your boyfriend wild and he groans when you swirl your wicked tongue over his sensitive head, one hand still pumping his shaft as you sweetly bat your wide, doe eyes up at him. He can see the curve of your plump ass on the floor peeking out as your white minidress rises up your soft thighs. You take him into your drooling mouth fully, eagerly deepthroating him and placing sloppy kisses along his length when you pull back to take a breath. Fuck, schat, it’s so fucking good, I’m not gonna last- Max swears above you, deep moans rumbling in his chest from your worship of him tonight, his blushing face thrown back into the sofa with pleasure as he threads his hands into your dark curls to softly tug at them. Pleased with yourself, thinking you'd finally gotten him to let go and relax, to let you take care of him for once, you jerk him off, your pink tongue darting out eagerly to catch his hot cum-
But your boyfriend has other plans, apparently, because suddenly he's leaning down and pulling you into his lap. You gasp at the unexpected movement, your hands automatically going around his broad shoulders. He kisses your protests away, leaving you whining that he should let you finish, you wanted to make him feel good, Maxie-
He cuts you off with a low groan against your lips, whispering you that you'd done such a good job, sweet girl, and now he wanted to eat dessert properly. And you hadn't been able to protest any longer because soon enough he had you sprawled across the soft sofa, moaning his name blissfully as he ate you out to completion. Always taste so damn sweet for me, schat he huskily murmurs against your soaked core, strong hand pressing on your soft tummy to hold you down. His blue eyes are trained on your flushed face as his deep, rumbling voice sends sparks shooting in between your legs. He then sends you into another head pounding orgasm when he sinks inside your inviting walls, whispering that it was never going to stop being the most addicting feeling he'd felt.
Face flushed from his generous praise, you desperately hold onto the cushions behind you as Max fucks you into the sofa. You plead with him to let you ride him, Maxie please, let me take care of you too-
Your boyfriend’s blue eyes darken at your request. Schatje, he croons into your ear, I wasn’t clear enough, hmm? The best fucking feeling in the world is having your tight pussy take my whole cock like this, letting me fuck all the stress away. He accentuates each word with a deep thrust, making you squeal and moan endlessly. So you stay right where you belong, sweetheart. Underneath me, taking all of me like a good girl, okay?
Your eyes widen at his dominating tone, your cunny clenching excitedly around his length at the thought of your normally sweet boyfriend using your body like a ragdoll to release his stress. You nod frantically, babbling that you’ll be so so good Maxie, I promise! Max grins wickedly at your teary expression, giving you a passionate kiss as he fucks you with full strength, not holding back as he drives you into a third dizzying orgasm. He’s not done, though, and your drooling pussy twitches from the overstimulation, making you gasp that it was too much, you couldn’t handle another one. Oh, we’re not stopping till I say so, schatje Max murmurs against your throat, making his way down to your bouncing tits and taking a swollen nipple into his hungry mouth. You promised to be a good girl, remember? This time you’re gonna squirt all over my cock.
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A/N: thank you all sm for all the love and support for cuffing szn, i am absolutely here for the midsize girlies and glad you all enjoyed it so much!! Nothing like big boyfriend Max to get us going 😏 Hope part 2 is also good thank u for waiting so long for it xx lmk what u think!
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holier than heaven
SUMMARY Bob’s religion is his chubby girlfriend.
PAIRING bob reynolds x chubby fem!thunderbolt!reader
GENRE smut (18+, mdni!), established relationship
WORD COUNT 2.4k
WARNINGS not proofread, my first time writing smut (bear with me), reader is comfortable in her own skin (as she should!), swearing, porn with absolutely no plot, bob gets a lil cocky, manhandling, light choking, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, minor tit and cum play, no Y/N mention. let me know if i missed anything!
AUTHOR’S NOTE thick girls save lives! it’s true, bob told me himself! super self indulgent because i yearn to be worshiped by bob. i have no shame in admitting that. this is very sloppy, but i had to get this out as soon as possible
Bob doesn’t care that you’re all soft and chubby and lovely. It didn’t even cross his mind negatively when he met you for the first time; all Bob thought was that you were fucking breathtaking and from that moment on, he knew he’d risk it all for you.
It’s about four months into the relationship and a little past a year of being teammates turned friends to lovers when you’re cuddled up on the common room couch. Supposedly another regular night at the tower. But that’s when Bob no longer held back, starting to see your body through a more lustful lens.
As you focus on whatever’s playing on the television, Bob glances down at your position beside him. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, your plush body moulding perfectly into the side of his sculpted and chiseled torso. At first, he thinks it’s adorable how comfortable you allowed yourself to be around him. Though slowly, the thoughts evolve on their own. He lets his mind wander dangerously as to what you were hiding under your loungewear.
He short-circuits at the thought of gripping your full tits, your pudgy stomach, your thighs, your love handles. Fitting, he thinks to himself. He’d make love to you until you’d beg him to stop, until you’re physically pushing him away from you as your legs shake and give out, until you’re akin to a ragdoll below him.
He thinks about latching his tongue on your nipples, suckling on them until they’re slathered with his saliva, until there are dark purple and blue bruises branding your tits, thinking how it’d take weeks for them to fully heal, undoing all the progress once he notices them fade.
He thinks about how pillowy your boobs would be in his big calloused palms, how you’d sigh and moan at the feeling, unconsciously grinding down almost pathetically on his lap out of pleasure.
He tries to shut his eyes to stop his mind from going further, but it makes it worse for him.
You can feel Bob tense by your side, his breathing heavier and uneven. Just when you’re about to crane your head to check up on him, his nose brushes on the side of your neck. You get goosebumps at the feeling, his shuddered breath against your sensitive skin assisting the blooming arousal between your legs— or rather, your entire body. He likes the way your body responds to him.
His whisper comes out strained. “Y’still watching?”
You don’t notice how your breath syncs up with his. You shake your head, “...no. Not anymore.”
“Good.” The two of you barely make it back to your room, hastily turning the television off.
It’s better than he could ever imagine. He’s trying to find out if there’s a word holier than heaven.
Your brain fuzzes as he manhandles you like you weigh nothing. Bob grips your throat and pushes you on your wall, squeezing your neck slightly, but it’s enough to make your mouth drip with drool. Wanting to taste you, his lips intertwine with yours desperately. It’s messy but the shared spit only enchants the two of you further; all you both know is that you need more.
His other hand is busy caressing your clothed cunt, your body mindlessly shifting against it to get more friction. Your eyelids flicker with pleasure. You managed to whimper in his wet mouth, though disconnectedly. His lips detach from yours with a string of saliva keeping you intertwined; you almost cry at the loss of contact.
The hand wrapped around your neck quickly moves up to rest on your cheek, Bob slipping his thumb into your mouth mid whine. You suck it without him asking, eyes blown with want gazing into his own, an attempt to entice your boyfriend to escalate this further. He bites, of course.
He imagines that instead of his finger, it’s his cock shoved into your pretty dripping mouth. The palm that teases your covered pussy twitches with much more force and you lurch forward to grip on Bob’s biceps to keep yourself balanced.
“Fuck, Bob… please…” How can he ever deny you of anything when you’re so beautiful like this? Desperate, ruined, soft.
“Yeah? What do you want?”
“You,” his fingers push harder at this, “I need you. Please.”
He wastes no time as he lifts you up by the hips, your legs immediately slither around his waist. Your attachment is short-lived however as he tosses you on your bed, its hinges squeaking and headboard thudding against the wall at the sudden movement.
With the way he was taking his time to undress you, it would have made your heart leap out of your chest any other time. But right now, you were impatient. “Stop teasing me.”
“I wanna take my time with you.” And he means it.
Bob strips your top off almost delicately, every fibre of the cotton grazing your skin to reveal your braless breasts with a mouthwatering bounce. He instantly groans at the sight that shoots down to his solid dick. You bite your lips at his reaction. You knew you were hot as hell, but the validation you got from Bob felt… different somehow. He wanted you and he made sure you knew it. Like it was common knowledge.
He leaves a peck on your lips and a couple on your neck before littering a line of kisses along your sternum. The sticky and humid crevice upon his lips has him spiraling, having to grip on the plump flesh of your thigh like it’s his only lifeline, the other arm propping him up to hover above you.
After a painfully long wait, for both you and Bob, his tongue flicks up and down on your right nipple. Slowly at first, then he eagerly picks up the pace.
You’re breathing heavily, arching your back off the mattress, doing anything to get his body directly against his. He shuts your actions down by pushing you by your abdomen authoritatively, an imprint of his palm already manifesting where he holds you down.
He can’t control anything about himself around you.
Your mewling continues, doubles down even, when he forces himself to detach from your tit that now shines under the intimate lighting and goes onto the next. Bob greedily licks your left areola, your body jolting at the sudden action.
“God, f– fuck!”
He lightly smirks against your chest, proud of himself for pulling such intense reactions out of you in comparison to your usual demeanor. “Is that good, baby? Y’like that?”
“Mmm— yeah, yes… Feels good.” You moan, pleasure half-clouding your being.
He can’t help but teasingly bite your left nipple just to gauge your reaction. You screech out of surprise, hands flying up to grip his hair warningly. You’ve been dying to get back at him the moment you noticed that he’s gotten a little cocky for his own good.
“Bob—! Fu–fuck you…”
Your lover chuckles darkly, “you don’t mean that.” He decides he’s played with your desire enough.
You groan out of annoyed affection, but more evidently out of passion. “‘Course I don’t.”
He palms your unattended breast, almost coming at the fact that it overflows out of his huge god damned hand. The feeling of his calloused palm grazing your hardened nipple elicits another whimper out of you. You’re a goddess, and if he wasn’t already, you now had him completely wrapped around your finger.
Bob wanted to do all the things he just daydreamed about now that he has a hold of you like this, but he was just as impatient as you to have your cunt clenching around him. To be inside you.
With a pop, he hastily starts marking praises on your soft stomach, holding himself back from skipping any steps he made for himself. He bites, teeth toying with the flesh; he licks and nibbles on your stretch marks, kissing moles that you didn’t even know existed until now. It was almost as if he was afraid of missing any details.
He moves down to position himself between your legs to comfortably give attention to your lower region. Bob’s fingers curl into the garter of your shorts, letting the fabric feather against your jiggling thighs. You lift your ass off the bed to help him get rid of your bottoms.
He angles himself forward to trail his mouth down below your bellybutton, body shuffling even lower to ghost a breath just right above your clit. Bob gets right to suckling your pearl properly with his mouth like a man deprived of water. The room floods with occasional high pitched whines and heavy breaths along with the pornographic squelching sounds of Bob lapping up your slick.
You don’t know how much time has passed when you feel a knot ready to snap in your tummy. He’s so good with his mouth. “I’m so… close…”
“C’mon. Come for me.” He coaxes out, mouth wet, murmuring against your soaked pussy. The attention he gives it is as consistent as when he started, his serum actively keeping his stamina and libido high.
Your whole body involuntarily stutters and squirms as you reach your peak, hands gripping onto Bob’s now unkempt hair for dear life as he helps you through your climax, his own hands undoubtedly leaving bruises on your thick hips. At the same time you come back to your senses and loosen his hair from your abuse, you watch Bob sinfully drink up your cum through your heavy eyelids. It’s an image you want to permanently imprint into your brain.
He’s on his knees again, this time admiring how the sheen of sweat and spit and arousal makes your pillowy skin glow under the evening light, how your hair halos around your head on your pillow, your chest rising up and down as you catch your breath.
While he’s too busy ogling at you, you take it as an opportunity to lean forward and grip the hem of his shirt to take it off. He finally snaps out of the trance you effortlessly put him in to assist you, undoing the knot of his pants himself as soon as his shirt was discarded. His bottoms and boxers joined the mess on the floor.
You salivate at the sight of his erected cock. Bob slightly falters out of shyness at the attention, he can’t help how it jumps under your hungry, half-lidded gaze.
He grabs his dick at its base, tapping it against your puffy cunt, precum dripping all over. The action suffocates you with nothing but lust. He starts rubbing himself against your inner lips, your shared liquids lubricating his movements. You can’t think at all with how good it feels to have him so close, but still not inside you.
You moan so openly, mouth and throat dry. “Y’feel so fucking good against me—! Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
He keeps going back and forth, side to side, clearly making it his top priority to try and make you come by tantalizing you with his fat, pretty cock. It takes everything in you to refuse right before your second climax. “Wait, stop. I want it inside.”
That snaps him back to reality. He’s about to ask where your condoms are but you beat him to it. “Just pull out. Wanna feel all of you, baby.”
Ever the sweetheart, he hesitates even if he’s going batshit crazy at the thought of hitting it raw during your first time. “A–are you sure?”
Pushing your lust aside as much as you can, you nod at him reassuringly. “I am.”
Though you’re back on your seductiveness the moment you make an offer he could never deny. But then again, he isn’t capable of turning you and your wants down.
“Come on my tits instead.”
He lets out a guttural groan. You’re driving him insane. “Fuck,” he lets out a pathetic attempt at a chuckle, “y–you’re trying to kill me.”
“‘Died doing what he loved’ doesn’t sound too bad, baby.” You reassure him with a weak pat on his cheek as he adjusts you to every girth and stretch of his dick, your hands resting on his shoulders. Having him in you feels so euphoric your eyes shed tears on their own; you only notice when Bob wipes them away with his hand. Everything about him is perfect, especially how he feels like he was made for you. He fits so snugly, hitting the squishy depths of your cunt, making you see stars every single fucking time he thrusts forward.
Your moans overlap each other’s, the sound of skin slapping sinfully against each other, your squeaking bedframe adding to your accumulated arousal, the thought of disturbing the others turns you on to the maximum. It usually doesn’t, you’re even surprised the idea turns you on right now, but you could not care less at this very moment.
You try to hold out for a little longer, but it’s futile. Bob fills you up so nicely, it makes you desperate to collapse at his mercy. You don’t want it to end, but your other hand flies to toy with your clit anyway. “Baby, I’m– hah– I wanna come… Please.”
Bob’s hands wander your body frantically, grounding himself so as not to release before you. He violently jackhammers into your poor pussy, the sound of your boobs bouncing beautifully against your skin sends him right at the edge that pains him to hold out. “Yeah? One more time for me baby, c’mon.”
You borderline scream as you release all over Bob’s cock, the wet sound more evident once more. Your lips latch onto his messily and needily. Your hands are clawing his strong back and shoulders, his muscles flexing beneath your touch as he gropes your tits, chasing his own high.
The sounds, the feeling, the rhythmic movement; it’s getting all too fucking much for Bob. He thankfully remembers to pull out before greed completely overtakes him. As promised, he pulls away to straddle your torso. He’s jacking his member off, decorating your chest with spurts of white, purposefully grazing his cum-slathered tip on your sensitive nipples while he’s at it. You arch your back at the unfamiliar sensation, his name spilling out of your swollen lips for the nth time tonight.
The moment he’s milked himself dry, he immediately reaches out to hold your body. His lips hover on the shell of your ear to whisper, “you okay?”
Your eyes are shut, but you nod, breathily replying. “Never better. You?”
“Amazing.”
You just lie together before he stands up to your personal bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth in his hand.
As he gently wipes your body clean, it clicks; he’s figured it out. “You.”
“Mmm,” your attempt to open your eyes is miserable. His heart starts beating faster at your soft murmur. “What about me, my love?”
“You’re holier than heaven.”
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