(MDNI - jock!bf x f!cubby!reader; popular!jock!bf x insecure!reader; a little smut)
Jock bf who is loved by everyone but only has eyes for you. He’s confident, cold, hard on the outside but when he’s with you he’s nothing but soft and attentive. He often becomes a bit of gooey mess when you give him attention, but don’t think that means he can’t dominate tf out of you.
He’s huge—like towering heads over you kinda huge—so muscular and broad he’s broken multiple pieces of furniture. He has no problem manhandling you, throwing you around and using you like his own little doll. You never thought you’d find a guy who could make you feel so small and delicate.
He loves your body so much, if you’re around his eyes won’t leave you, not unless he can touch you in some way—a hand placed on your thigh, kneading the flesh absentmindedly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders or your waist as you stand in front of him, your back to his chest, immediately pulling you onto his lap when you need to sit down.
You’ve caught him stealing some of your clothing before—shirts, hoodies, panties—and he admitted that he couldn’t sleep without being able to smell your scent. He told you that sometimes he’ll fall asleep with a pair of your dirty panties pressed to his face, his nose breathing in your intoxicating scent like he needs it to live. After he told you that he became more open about his need to smell you, it became very normal for him to randomly stuff his face in your neck to take deep sometimes open mouthed inhales.
He’s fiercely protective of you as well. When he hears someone say a word about you, talking about you with the even the slightest bit of negativity—making a comment about your body or your mind like they have the right—he goes absolutely ballistic. And he wasn’t just protecting you from others, he also protected you from yourself. Anytime you’d talk down about yourself, doubting your beauty or your intelligence—literally anything—he would make it his mission to help you see the truth. Fucking you with brutality, his painfully hard thrusts would come faster and harder as the deep rumbling of his voice would growl how perfect you were before he ordered you to repeat positive affirmations, not stopping his ruthless love making until you started to believe the words. “You're gorgeous baby, say it. Tell me how smart my girl is, how kind and perfect she is. Louder princess, say it like you mean it. That’s it sweet girl, you're doing so good baby. I know you might not believe it yet but soon you’ll believe it just as much as I know it to be true baby girl.”
