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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.”