Thinking about f/o’s who feel insecure about their size, and how you’d help relieve their fears…
Content: NSFT, penetration, gender neutral reader, ‘they/them’ used for f/o, light breeding kink, light possessiveness, wholesomeness, average/small cock appreciation, you and your f/o just being in love
Word Count: 1745
Minors and proship DNI
This is my first post!! I hope you like it :] shout out to @rowarn and @werecreature-addicted, your writing inspired me to start posting my own!!
nsft under the cut ❤︎₊ ⊹
Shy and reserved f/o’s who take it as just another knock to their self esteem. They take ‘small dick energy’ memes to heart, poor things. They just wish they could be better for you. They never really cared about the size of their dick before, but they want to make you feel good and oh god, what if it’s not enough? What if they’re too small for you?
Self-assured and tough f/o’s who feel like it’s a failure on their part. When they’re trying to jack off they get a jolt of anxiety in their chest that ruins the mood. They’re so stocky and tall and strong, they feel as though they should be packing a monster cock. They’re scared you’ll laugh at them because their cock doesn’t match their overall size. Yeah… it takes a bigger toll on them than they’d care to admit.
And you know what? Their cock isn’t even small, (and even if it was, you’d still adore it!) it’s a wonderful 4 or 5 inches. More than enough to make you feel good and hit all the right spots. More than enough to make you squirm and feel so full. More than enough to feel it twitch inside you as they fill you so deep with their cum…
You’d be so shocked when you found out how insecure they feel. What do they mean? Their cock is perfect!! Perfect in general, but especially for you!!
“…Am I too small for you?” Your f/o just straight up asked you. It was so out of the blue that you struggled to form a response. Your answer came out in a frantic exclamation.
“What?? Of course you’re not! Don’t say things like that!!”
There was an apologetic flash in their eyes.
“Sorry…” they fiddled with their hands, feeling so stupid for even bringing it up. “I just can’t help worrying sometimes.”
You move closer, bringing one hand up to caress their cheek.
“Hey… you know I love you right?” You say softly. They nod, closing their eyes and leaning into your touch. “Well I love everything about you. And I mean everything. Nothing about you is too much or not enough. Especially your size.”
They open their eyes but don’t look at you, instead keeping their gaze downwards.
“I love you…” they mumble sadly, bringing your hand to their mouth to kiss your palm. You melt a little at the gesture, and bring your free hand up to rub their arm reassuringly.
“You know it’d be painful if it was too big, right?” You say.
They nod, though still refuse to meet your gaze. Inside their head however, their perspective was starting to shift. They would never want to hurt you… that would be even worse than not being big enough.
“If a penis is too big, it can make certain positions and even going too fast impossible.”
Your f/o pauses.
“…I didn’t know that…”
“Here, hang on.”
You turn and walk away with a purposeful step, and your f/o tilts their head in confusion as to what you could possibly be doing. You rummage around in the cupboards and draws for a short while, before triumphantly reappearing with a tape measure held aloft.
Your f/o’s breath hitches, a million things racing through their mind.
You fiddle with the tape measure as you make your way back over to them. By the time you reach them, the tape measure is pulled to 8 inches
“Look.” You say, one hand on your hip, the other holding the yellow metal strip up between you and your f/o.
Their heart began to sink. You would need both hands and your mouth to pleasure a cock that big. They couldn’t help but start to feel inadequate again.
It hurt like hell. They hated it…
“Look at this. Where is this going??” You held the tape measure diagonally against your cheek and neck. “Not in here!”
Your f/o couldn’t help but snort-laugh at your comical display. The sudden burst of laughter felt good, and they felt the insecurity inside them start to dissipate as quickly as it had appeared.
The more they examined the scene in front of them, the more they agreed. That length would make you choke- in an uncomfy way, not a sexy way.
You resize the tape measure, down to 4 inches.
“Now look,” you hold the tape measure up to your cheek again. Even outside of your mouth it seems a much better fit. “See?”
Your f/o shifts, dirty thoughts racing in their mind.
“Okay…” they say, their cheeks growing hot. “Yeah, I see… I’m sorry…”
Your face falls, and you move to cup their cheeks in both hands, discarding the tape measure to the ground.
“Hey… don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for,” You hold your breath a little. “I understand feeling insecure about… this kind of stuff…”
Your f/o’s heart skips.
“What? But you’re gorgeous! I wouldn’t change you or your body for the world! I don’t want anyone who isn’t you!”
They’re a little offended on your behalf. How dare you say such things about yourself! Can’t you see how wonderful you are? They’re so in love with you, and so attracted to you! You’re cute and gorgeous and sexy and funny and every good descriptor ever!
You chuckle a little, placing a kiss on their lips.
“That’s how I feel about you, silly.”
…..Ah.
Your f/o feels like they could die of happiness right there. God, what did they do to deserve you?
“You’re always good enough for me. You and your cock…”
You both can’t help but bust out laughing at the immaturity of that last part, but the loving sentiment is still very much there.
Your f/o is okay now, but they just want to fall on top of you and be held forever. Their mind is so tired, but they’re so so lucky to have you. They pull you into a hug, nuzzling their face against your neck.
“If I was bigger, you wouldn’t be able to take me in your mouth…” they mumble, as if saying the facts out loud will cement them in their head. “An' going fast would hurt.”
You wiggle a little, and they pull their face away from your neck. You place a hand on the back of theirs, and lean in close to their ear with a smirk.
“You wouldn’t be able to go balls deep either.” You say in a half-whisper.
You feel them tense, and hear them audibly gulp.
“Imagine that.” You continue. “Never being able to feel my legs wrapped around your waist, or slam your hips into me from behind. You wouldn’t want that, right?”
They were perfect.
They were always enough.
You weren’t going to let them forget.
And if you had to get them addicted to the feeling of your tight hole around them to make them remember it, you would.
As quickly as the conversation began you were naked on your bed, nails digging into skin and your f/o’s cock filling you up so good, pumping into you at a delicious pace. They practically had you in a mating press, caging you in under their arms and looking down at you with a glint in their eyes you’d never seen before.
They would pull out just enough to tease you with the feeling of emptiness, before slamming forwards and bottoming out inside you over and over. They kept angling just right to hit that sweet spot, and every moan and whimper just made them harder.
Nothing existed in that moment except the two of you. You were both drunk on each other, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You wanted to fuck each other stupid and fall asleep holding each other. Together forever, so safe and so loved.
“See?” Your voice was weak as you caressed the back of their neck, pulling them into you. “Feel how you’re balls deep inside me right now? If you were bigger you wouldn’t be able to do this. We couldn’t be as close as we are right now.”
Your breath hitches as you feel them twitch inside you. You let out a moan, bucking up into them. The sensation elicits a growl from your f/o, a growl that sends tingles through your entire body.
“You’re not too small, okay? You’re good enough.” Your next words come out in a breathy giggle. “You and your cock are more than good enough. I love being able to take all of you. I love you.”
You do. You love them so much, and you’ll never stand for them talking badly about themselves. Not ever.
“Fuck…” your f/o growls against your neck, sucking and nibbling on your delicate skin. They were gonna mark you, so everyone knew you were their partner. No one else could have you like this. “Fucking love you… I love you so much.”
Their pace started to get sloppier as your highs both approached.
“I make you feel so full, right? I stretch you out and hit all the right places, huh?” Your f/o tugged on your hair to make sure you were definitely paying attention. You could only respond in fucked-out whimpers.
“Y-yeah… fuck… you do, baby. ‘Y fill me up so good..”
“Fuck yeah I do… gonna make you addicted to my cock…”
You gripped their shoulders tightly as your eyes began to glaze over.
“I already am… oh, fuck, I don’t want anyone else, ever. I only want you…”
“Me too…”
Your f/o grips your hips and bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder. The sensation makes you gasp, and you feel their smirk against your skin.
“Fill me…” you begged. “Fill me up with your cum, please.”
“Yeah… yeah, I’m gonna fill you, sweetheart. Take it… take all of it. Fuck, I’m gonna- gonna cum-! T-together… Cum with me, please-!”
Your orgasms felt like they lasted for an eternity. Sweet, pulsing bliss and cloudy minds, guttural moans and squeezing muscles. In the afterglow, you snuggled as close as you could get to each other, each trying so desperately to catch your breath.
“Shit…” your f/o growled, leaning up to place a kiss on your forehead. “I love you…“
You smiled, feeling so fucked-out and blissful and in love. So full of love.
“I love you too.”
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