How do we feel about a slowburn featuring a vampire that has arranged a marriage between himself and you through your parents??? Once you're finally in his home, he spends each and every day trying to romance you all while respecting your boundaries. And since no one knows he's a vampire, it's easier to convince your parents to send you over, especially with the promise of an annual 'allowance'. Every night you wake up with a start, feeling eyes on you, but nothing's ever there. Whether you're out in the dying garden, which you eventually start to tend to as he watches from the darkened shadows of the castle, or the opulent library, he's always there watching and listening. Sometimes close, sitting across from you, just enjoying your company, and sometimes far when the sun shines too hot and bright.
Basically a recurring dream of mine where an ancient and lonely vampire yearns for me 😮💨
Lmk if you want me to make this a fic 🤭🤭🤭
And yes, more fics of the farmer will be out soon 🤭
You've had a busy day today, you deserve some rest and relaxation thinking about that man you met today...
Synopsis: You just got home from a date and it seems a pulsing part of you is regretting not bringing him home
Pairing: Unspecified character x Chubby Reader
Warnings: Masturbation!f, no specified pronouns for reader, afab reader
Word Count: 732
I know I missed day one, but I'm churning it out today along with day 2 and hopefully day 3 :p
I'm following prompts off of this list
He was cute, more than cute honestly, he was handsome, hot. Too handsome for you, you assumed so anyway, making up a half-assed excuse and leaving the date early. "Maybe I should've stayed..." You mull over your decision the entire walk home, feeling less anxious but definitely a little more guilty. Setting down your purse and shrugging off your coat, you drag yourself to your bedroom, just wanting to curl up in your blankets and forget how awkward you were tonight. You're not embarrassed by your body by any means, not at all, in fact, you think the fat collected on your stomach and thighs only adds to the curvaceous silhouette other men have touched and stared at... so why did it affect you today?
Maybe you got too in your head, worried that this absolute... unit of a man would dismiss you, even though it's not hard to figure out your figure is full, did you worry it would bother him? That he'd run away in fear of a fat girl? Now you're beating yourself up. "God, I'm so stupid... I could be shivering under him right now..." Of course, that's not the main reason you went on this date. You do find him interesting and insanely attractive, but you wouldn't have minded if he brought you home, holding you close to his hard, towering body.
Now showered and changed into your soft matching pj set, you climb into bed, turning off your lamp and setting down your phone. You toss and turn, unable to ignore the ache between your legs. This always happens when you let your mind wander; you think of the dirtiest, nastiest things.
Ultimately giving up, you turn onto your back with a sigh, spreading your legs under the blanket as you stare at the ceiling. At first, it feels like a chore, as it always does, until your eyelids flutter closed and you give in to your imagination of sweaty, rough, fucking. No sweet touches and caresses, just pure lust and animalistic needs. Slipping your hand under your panties and prodding at your swollen clit, you let out a small shiver, already slick and wet from minutes of thoughts.
You feel your hand travel up to squeeze your breast under your top, wishing it were someone else's hand, his hand. You crave him, completely and utterly, wishing you had just pushed down your doubts and let him push you instead. Quiet, tall, and intimidating... but also a flatterer and gentleman wrapped up in carved-from-stone muscles. He probably could've thrown you around. And you would've let him. Your hand moves faster, rubbing and circling your clit with need, but it's not enough. Stuttering in your movements to trail your finger lower, feeling how slick you truly are, it takes no effort to stuff two of your stout fingers into your poor pulsing pussy. The soaked squelching sounds of your core fill the room along with your breathy moans, pleasure filling the air.
A part of you felt guilty, finger fucking yourself to the thoughts of dragging your nails down his back as he pounds into your cunt, hands clutching and bruising your waist. Adding a third finger, you tremble from the stretch, hips rolling and back arching as you squirm to chase your orgasm. You're so close, so very close, but you can't quite reach it. You want, no need, to be fucked, need to be pounded into.
Every thought is so... vivid. Strong hands gripping your thighs, keeping you spread apart as you're split open on a hard throbbing cock, pre oozing and coating your insides as you get coaxed closer to an orgasm. Turning onto your stomach, your fingers move faster, a creamy wet ring now forming as you curl closer and closer to your peak, legs trembling and twitching at the very idea of being pushed into your mattress and pummelled until you're sobbing from lust.
Moaning out into your room, your fingers stutter and stop, wet and pruned from the slick and arousal. Sinking further into your bed with quick breaths, your drowsy eyes open, cloudy with satisfaction and need. You know you should clean yourself up, but you're not done, not ready to head to sleep. Instead, you find yourself reaching for your phone, sending a picture you never thought you would, clenching around your digits as you quickly receive one back.
I'm know I'm so far behind on kinktober, but TRUST, I will be putting more out. I honestly kind of struggled with this one, so I apologise for the writing and the short length, but I'm going to do my best with the other prompts (:
can you please give us more farmer oc x chubby reader? (I NEED IT!)
YOUR PRAYERS WILL BE ANSWERED SOON TRUSTTTT
I've lowkey been busy with college things, but I thought I'd at least get in this lil farmer drabble before I finish my second part of the story :P
˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart <3
Synopsis: You've been working with N for some odd weeks now, seems you're both getting closer
Pairing: Farmer X Chubby Reader
Warnings: Just fluff
Word Court: 842 Words
"Ma, there's someone new in my life." Taking off his cap and sitting on an old wooden bench, he wipes the sweat from a long day's work off his brow. "She's... nice." Clearing his throat roughly, he stews in awkward silence before speaking again. "Beautiful really. In lots of ways." You are beautiful. He speaks about how attentive and careful you are with each and every farm animal, calling them lovely nicknames and treating them as if they're people. He talks about your sweet smell, something between fresh cut grass and melted caramel. He mentions how you stay out later than necessary, whether to fix a creaking gate or just to admire the stars without light pollution. Your nervous tics of tapping your hand on your leg or cracking your knuckles don't go unnoticed by him either, considering he has his own quirks. You're... humble, friendly, and you've managed to warm up to him quickly despite his demeanour. "I get weird around her, ma. Sometimes I just... stare and forget to talk." His hands wring together before he forces them apart and places them on his knees. He feels embarrassed. Almost ashamed of his feelings. You're his farmhand, his employee. Of course, he should like you, but it's started to feel like more than just a work relation. Especially considering you’re the first non-family person he’s talked to in… forever really.
He stays there for hours, just sitting. Sitting and overthinking little details about himself and his life. You, on the other hand, are back inside, waking up sweaty and disoriented from a long-overdue nap. Smacking your dry lips before downing a glass and a half of water, you wander out of your room, looking around the darkened farmhouse. "N? You here?" You're about to call out for him again when you shut your mouth, convincing yourself internally that he's already upstairs asleep. Having a small snack, and walking further away from your room, you take the time to look around your surroundings a bit more. You look at almost everything on the first floor. The old box TV along with multiple VHS tapes, a record played sheeted in a plain of dust, and a couple of pictures. You look around the corner before picking up the picture on the mantle, the same one that caught your eye on your first night here. Examining every inch of the photograph, you can't help but smile, at least just a little bit. It's a normal portrait between mother and son, but clearly old and faded from the sun. N, just a little boy sits on his mother's lap, his large smile revealing at least three missing teeth. The first time you’ve seen his smile. "Spitting image..." His mother is just as pretty as you thought her to be. Bright warm eyes, a single dimple on her left cheek, just like his, and a love for her son that's so clear even on film.
You don't hear him get back right away, jumping a little and instinctively placing the frame back down before turning to the front door. "I... I thought you were... where'd you go off to?" He doesn't look up as he speaks, instead focused on unlacing his boots. "Visiting Ma." You smile again. This is a softer side of him that you don't see much. "I'm surprised she's still up, thought she'd be enjoying her sleep now that her son runs the farm." He doesn't respond, and God, do you just want to punch yourself in the face. He walks past you, setting his cap down on the mantle. "Ma's a night owl." Now you're not the one to respond as you notice his stare. He's taller than you, kind of intimidating so, and sometimes when he stares, you feel so... "You... did... good. Today. Thank you." And now you're at ease again, like nothing happened. "Yeah. It's no problem. I'm here to help." You flash him another smile, your lips morphing into the sweetest curve. You're just made of sweet curves, from your face, to your torso, to your... "N? You in there?" "Night." "Good...night..." You watch him ascend the stairs, a little quicker than normal, letting out a small groan once he's out of your sight and dragging your body back to your bed. "Man, I can be so dumb."
You don't hear him for the rest of the night, not even when he walks back downstairs, not even when he stares at your door, his fingers intertwined. Letting out a sigh through his nose, he walks out into the night, settling onto a worn wicker chair, tilting his head to look up at the sky. Popping a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a match, he rests his stubbled cheek in his palm.
He doesn't hear you for the rest of the night either, not even when you leave your bedroom and walk to the TV, not even when you stare at him through the window, barely registering how your heart beats faster in your chest.
I really hope everyone who's been asking for more parts enjoys this little side story. I promise I'm working on my main story ideas for this and I'll deliver it soon (:
Synopsis: You start a new job on a farm as a farmhand, but your boss seems a bit... cold. Maybe you can crack through his shell!
Pairing: Oc Farmer (?) X Chubby Reader
Warnings: None yet since it's still a wip, slight fluff (for now)
Word Court: 1.0k Words
Music plays quietly on the radio, filling the small, hot space in your old, somewhat beaten-up truck. Tapping your finger to the rhythm on the steering wheel, trying to distract yourself from the sweat dripping down your back, you slow down as you scan the area, searching for the address as you as you turn down the music. "45... no 43 Baker Street..." Finally spotting an old, but quaint, farmhouse, you bring your vehicle to a rolling stop before killing the engine. Outside stands the man you believe to be named 'N', the same one from the job posting. Standing tall, albeit awkwardly, is a tan big man who seems almost annoyed at your 'intrusion'. Rolling down the window, which is no easy feat considering the manual crank, you peek your head above the glass, putting on a friendly smile "Hey! You're N, right? I'm here for the farmhand position." Still annoyed, but less so after your introduction, the man clears his throat before answering in a gruff voice. "That's me." You step out onto the dirt driveway, pocketing your keys before holding out your hand "It's great to meet you." You're friendly, genuinely so, and that speaks through your smile. Just as you're about to put your untouched hand down before he grabs it and gives a firm shake, his hand callused and rough against yours. He gives no answer, instead silently moving to the back of your truck to help you unload your bags. "Thank you again for letting me stay here with you. I promise once I have enough to find my own place, I'll be out of your hair."
You ramble on about little things, either out of friendliness or nerves, as you follow him inside, following suit to kick off your dusted boots as you walk towards his guest room. His voice soon cuts through yours, another gruff, almost harsh sound. "You ever work on land before?" He sets your suitcase down on the ground, careful to make sure they stand straight and tall. "Of course. I wouldn't take this job if I didn't. A friend of mine actually owns some animals, mainly chickens and cows, so I'd help out with stuff like collecting eggs and milking. I also have family that lived on farms, and some that still do, so I'm used to the smells and all that. No need to worry about me gagging." Busy putting away some of your other small bags and boxes, you miss the small, almost invisible smile that graces his lips at your quip. "Come out when you're settled. I'll show you around." Almost as quickly as he introduced himself, he leaves your room, shutting the door behind him. First things first, you unpack your clothes, setting them neatly into a wooden dresser with intricate carving on the drawers. You familiarize yourself with the space, after all, it'll be your bedroom until you have enough funds for a home, rent, and bills. Sitting on the plush mattress and lying back, you stare up at the ceiling as your mind stills, finally calming down from your initial stress and worry. Turning your phone off completely and placing it on the dresser, you leave the room, ready to join him outside.
Quickly stubbing out a cigarette and waving the smoke away with his hand, he walks up to you, his hands now hanging awkwardly at his sides before being shoved in his pockets. "I don't mind if you smoke around me. I got friends that do." You try putting him at ease, likely noticing the slight expression of shame or... embaressment. "Ma said it ain't right. Not in front of a lady." You smile, subconsciously thankful for his refusal to smoke near you despite your words. He shows you around the farm, introducing you to his plump, fluffed-up dairy cows, recently sheared sheep, bleating goats, and the many chickens clucking away in their coops. He notices how already caring you are with each of his animals, stating how cute they are while maintaining a respectful distance. He tells you how he'll mainly need help milking the cows and feeding the sheep, as the chickens get mean and the goats mischevious. Once back inside and gathering your mental notes, you step into the bathroom he showed you before setting out your pajamas and a towel.
The long ride up to his land, plus being outside for several hours, has rendered you sweaty, sticky, and tired. Making sure not to take too long, not wanting to set a bad impression, you quickly clean up and change before walking back out into the main hall, where you can smell him cooking dinner. "It smells great in here." You sit down at the dining table, already told you don't need to help out, and wait politely. As you sit and wait for the warm meal, you notice your eyes start to wander. Looking around the kitchen space and the small details in the home, you spot a wooden cabinet full of expensive-looking teacups and china, clearly family heirlooms and clearly very old. Pictures hang on the walls, mainly starring a young boy and an older, beautiful woman. "You're mother?" You ask curiously, spotting a specific picture sitting on a small mantle. He briefly stops his motions before nodding, the movements brief and curt.
Reining back your voice, you sit up straighter in your seat, eyeing the plate as he sets dinner in front of you before sitting down opposite. "One of Ma's recipes." Picking up your fork and taking a bite, you smile and let out a small noise of satisfaction. "It's delicious. Your mother's a true chef." His gaze seems to perk up at your compliment, a deep appreciation and pride for his mother and her cooking clear. "I made dessert too. Apple pie." You beam again, swallowing a bit before speaking. "Also her recipe?" Satisfied with his nod, you continue eating, the silence and occasinal sounds of cutlery unusuallly comfortble depsite the being your frst non over-the-phone meeting with each other.
Now full of dinner and a warm, overly generous slice of pie, you retire to your room. Bidding him a good night and failing to notice his lingering gaze, you shut your bedroom door behind you. The soft sounds of rustling blankets and animals cooing puts you at ease, some of your doubt and worries seeming to slip away as you fall asleep.
Synopsis: After your sixth date of only light touches and fleeting kisses, You finally drag this pro hero back into your home and ruin him for anyone else
Pairing: Mumen Rider X Chubby Reader
Warnings: Smut with light plot, soft!mdom, oral!mreceiving, virgin!m, semivirgin!reader (?), vaginal sex, pussy whipped, slight breeding if you wink, no use of specific pronouns for reader mentioned
Word count: 2.5k words
You enjoy your dates with him, you do! But you can’t help but feel dejected. You put all of your effort into your appearance, hair, makeup, outfit, and he hasn’t tried to fuck you yet?! A travesty. Of course that’s not the only reason you’re going out with him, you admire his formidably and heroism, and of course, you find his geeky appearance super hot, but you have needs. You’re holding his hand, walking down the streets, the beautiful hot summer sun shining down on both of you.
He's rambling on about this strange bald man he met but your brain is barely registering a word. You keep staring at his profile, then his neck, then his chest, lower and lower your eyes travel. It’s so hard to listen and nod when all you can think about is ripping off his pants and riding him on the sidewalk. “…Y/n…y/n? Are you listening?” You snap out of it, basically wiping the drool off your lip with your tongue as your gaze snaps back to his. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I am. Sorry, just distracted by the heat.” You’re not completely lying, you’re definitely running hot. “Sit here, I’ll find you something to drink.” Before you can even open your mouth, he flashes you his kind smile and sits you on a bench to find a nearby vending machine.
The hard metal does little to cool down the throbbing in your core, thank God you’re wearing dark shorts or you swear you’d be leaking through the fabric with arousal. You’re still dazed by the time he comes back, holding out an already opened can of your favourite juice. “Thanks.” You take a sip, your tongue sneaking out to lick some juice dribbling down your chin. If you were looking, you would’ve noticed his subtle look on your mouth before he smiles again. “If you’re getting hot, I could walk you home.” Part of you wants to leave, get home as fast as you can and plunge your fingers into your aching pussy, but part of you wants to stay, to enjoy your time out with your boyfriend. You don’t get much time together anymore, since villains keep showing up more and more, and you want to take advantage of the moment.
Just as you stand and prepare to make a choice and answer him, you come up with an idea. A disgusting idea. “Come home with me.” Your brain works overtime, churning with ideas and fantasies you crave to come true. “I have cool drinks and great air conditioning. That way, we’ll be able to spend more time together.” You’re not lying, you do have cool drinks and surprisingly good air conditioning in your tiny apartment, but you are using it to entice him more. “Sure. I’d like that.” You’ve won. You grab his hand, basically dragging him away with you as you rush home. Almost dropping your keys, you fumble with the lock, your poor perverted body short circuiting as your mind fills with lust.
You walk him inside, showing him around as politely as you can before sitting him down in your bedroom. You let him know you’ll be right back with drinks and snacks as he settles on the floor in front of a short coffee table. You use this moment as a breather, reminding yourself not to just pounce on him and work up to the moment. The desire in your gaze momentarily softens as you walk back into your room, just watching your perfect man read through one of your comics with the utmost care to not bend the spine. “Here, I hope these are cool enough.” You set the tray on the table before sitting beside him, suddenly aware of how close you both are. He mumbles a quick ‘thanks’ and kisses your forehead as he leans over to grab a bottle of pop, opening the top and drinking.
You watch his throat as he swallows, your face flushing before you force your eyes away. You’re starting to doubt yourself, feeling bad about thinking of your boyfriend in such a raunchy way, but you truly can’t help it. You mumble your own response before grabbing a bottle for yourself, mulling over your thoughts as you chug soda. “I’ve been having a great time with you these past months, y/n. I’ve been so busy with hero work I’ve never really found the time to just settle down. I’ve always had the urge to help everyone I see, but with you, I want to be better. I want to continue doing better. Build a world that’s safe for all of us, especially you.”
You can’t help it, a growing love and deep brittled lust just explodes inside you. You latch onto him, your curves pressing against his form as you kiss him fiercely. His eyes widen at first with surprise before they close, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you back. Your gazes lock as you pull back, your heart racing as you see the same sweet sentiment reflected behind his glasses. “I need to ruin you.” Before you let him respond, your lips crash back onto him, your arms wrapping around his neck with a clear desperation. You can feel his face flame from your kiss, and it only makes you ache more.
As soon as he relaxes and parts his lips with timidity, you slip past the barrier, finding his tongue with your own as you start making out. You let out a small noise as his hands reach around you to hold onto your waist, feeling your soft curves beneath his hands. You barely notice when you end up on top of him, your fuller figure fitting almost too perfectly between his spread legs, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. His hands move up your body, both sensual and respectful as he holds onto the small of you back and your hip.
A string of saliva connects your lips as you pull up, gazing down at his askew glasses and panting face. You sit up fully, straddling his waist as he holds onto you, his hands shyly reaching down to hold onto your round ass. He’s not stupid, you know that, you feel him getting hard through your shorts. With unspoken words, you move down his body, coming face to face with his crotch. You start to pull his belt through the loops when you feel his hand clutching yours, nerves and arousal swirling around his pupils. “Y/n, I… God, I’m so new to this.” That’s it, that’s the final straw.
You basically tear his pants off him, your fingers sneaking under the waistband of his boxers as you peel them down his legs. He covers his mouth with his hand, a small strangled noise, a mix of a whimper and gasp, audible behind it. Shit. He’s huge. Well, not huge, but absolutely larger than your last boyfriend. And he’s only half-hard! You wrap your palm around his shaft, feeling it pulse under your touch, seeming to beat in sync with his heart.
You swallow audibly, stroking him slowly as you watch his face. He’s a mess, eyes glossy, lips parted, and mind blank. You unconsciously stroke him faster as he bites his lip, every little twitch and noise only soaking you through your panties. He hardens in no time, his full length, thick and long, curving upwards slightly as a bead of pre-cum graces the flushed tip. His hand flies out to hold onto your hair as you slowly start taking him into your mouth, you plump glossed lips stretching around the sensitive head.
You can already tell he’ll stretch you out, hitting spots no man has ever hit before. But you can’t rush it yet, you want to feel him cum in your mouth before you ride him. His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging on the strands as you force his member deeper. His eyes widen in disbelief, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as take his entire cock down your throat, your nose pressing against his pubes as spit coats his shaft. You swallow around him to adjust to the size before looking up at him, watching his bewildered eyes as you start to bob your head.
Your mind is dizzy with lust, clouding your thoughts as you start to choke yourself on his length, his second hand reaches down to hold onto the back of your neck, just holding as he fights the primal urge to thrust. He lets out another whimper as you bob your head faster, his meaty tip hitting the back of your throat as you moan around him, your thighs squeezing together to alleviate the horrible ache. The vibrations send shivers down his spine, his fingers tugging on your hand harder as the pleasure rushes through him.
A choked moan rips from his throat as you start to deepthroat him, his head falling back against the ground. You're holding onto his muscular thighs, nails lightly grazing his skin as you work your throat around his cock, determined to finish him off. Gagging and spitting on his length, you devour him. Pulling your mouth almost completely off his length before swallowing him whole all over again. You tease the veins on the underside of his shaft as you suck him off, hollowing your cheeks as you feel him throb in your mouth.
He’s so close, so fucking close, and you can just feel it. You take your mouth off his cock, and before you can take him back down your throat, he tugs on your hair, pulling your head away from him “I… I can’t… in your mouth. I need to be inside you.” You sit up fully before nodding, reaching down to unbuckle your shorts. He grabs your hands with his own shaky ones, panting and flushed before he kisses you again. Gently pushing you back onto the carpet, he slips off your shorts, his fingers grazing the soft cotton of your panties. He nearly cums right then and there as he pulls away, he eyes zeroing in on the mound between your plump thighs.
He spreads your legs, his cock clearly twitching as he sees the wet spot soaking the garment. Slowly tugging down your panties, the heat in your room grows hotter as he sees your folds, slick and dripping with wanton need for him. “C… condoms. I need condoms.” He searches through the drawer you point out before finding an unopened box, tearing the foil with his teeth before sheathing himself. He presses his tip against your core, slowly stretching you as he starts to push him. Barely halfway in, his hips stutter, breathless moans leaving his lips as your warm walls grip around him tightly.
Moving his hands to grip your waist, he pushes in deeper, his head falling forward against your shoulder as he bottoms out, his balls resting against your ass. Scrambling to find his mind, his hands wander over your curves, groping your full figure with nothing but instinct. He pulls out halfway before slipping back in, relishing in your moan as his tip hits your g-spot. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning and gasping against your skin as he starts to thrust. Plunging into your dripping pussy, his hands grip your waist tightly, thumbs digging into your flesh, leaving marks as his desire takes over and clouds his mind.
His hips grow a mind of their own, seeming to set their own pace as he drives into you. He forces your thighs open wider with his own, watching your body bounce as he plunges into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly with each move. Your hands grip the carpet tightly, nails tearing into the wool as he fucks you, your heart pounding in your chest. Moans and groans mingle, creating an atmosphere of pure carnal lust, your bodies colliding in tandem. He throws his head back as he moans, filling the condom with his potent cum as you clench around him, his orgasm hitting him by surprise.
He mumbles an apology between gasps, tears of pleasure glazing his eyes. You reach out to hold onto his hands, catching your breath as you reassure his premature ejaculation. Usually you’d be mad, but seeing your boyfriend turned into a mess by your pussy, you know you need to get him to fuck you more. Pulling out slowly, almost hesitantly, he pulls off the filled latex, tying it off at the end before grabbing another one. Sheathing himself again, he pushes back into your warmth, craving the feeling again.
He grows more confidence, moving harder and faster. Pounding into you now, he grips your hands tightly, fingers intertwining as he watches your face contort in pleasure and slight surprise. You know he’s a hero, and you know he’s strong, but fuck, you’ve never been pummelled like this. Letting out a sharp gasp, you arch your back under him as he hits your cervix, and you can’t help but clench tightly around him. “I-I’m sorry… I can’t, y/n.”
You barely register when he pulls out, tearing off the condom before slamming back into you. You cry out in pleasure, only whining, your body squirming under him. Pushing your thighs against your chubby stomach, he ruts into you, his hips moving with desperation as he takes you like an animal. He’s whipped. Truly and absolutely whipped. Every twitch, every sound, every time your gummy walls are gripping around him so tight it feels like you’ll snap his dick off, draws him so close to cumming but he needs to make this last.
Feeling your bare, raw pussy wrapped around him drives him mad with want, a deplorable uncharacteristic want to cum inside you, spraying your insides with everything he has. The thoughts make him move harder, caging you in as he thrusts with fervour. God, you're so new to this. Watching your face and hearing your moans only makes him move harder, leaning over you to change the angle as he watches you cry. He kisses your neck as you wrap your arms around him, your breath hitting his shoulder as you clutch him against your body. Tears of pleasure spill down your soft cheeks as he hammers into you, the sight making him come undone, his balls tightening and hips stuttering as he explodes inside you, moans bouncing off your walls as he fills you completely.
Your nails dig into his skin, a loud cry ripping through you as you cum, squirting around him and soaking your bodies as he fucks you through your shared orgasm. His pace finally slows, both your forms intertwined and sweaty as you catch your breath. He kisses you slowly, all spit and tongue before he pulls back. Despite the tears and daze, you crack a small smile, content to stew in the heated aura surrounding you and your boyfriend. Your perfect, kind, disheveled boyfriend. Ruined for anyone else thanks to your sweet smile and even sweeter pussy.
Just imagine him coming home from another mission - sweaty, debauched, and tired. His eyes only seem to light up once he sees you, his beautiful wife, all soft and sweet. His fatigue seems to disappear the moment he crosses that threshold and you kiss him, his hands coming up to cup your rounded cheeks. Something inside him just seems to snap as your heavier body presses against his muscular form, an almost primal urge to feel his wife. Before you can properly greet him, you’re thrown over his solid shoulder as if you weigh nothing. You’d be lying if you said you dreaded the moment he comes home, all teeth and tongue, but God - you crave it. You can’t even fathom how long it’s been now, pinned on your back, your thighs pushed against your stomach, only forcing your rolls closer together. Usually this would embarrass you, but feeling his thick cock plunge into your poor wet pussy, you feel worshiped. Your moans and cries mingle with heavy breathing, grunts, and groans, the room humid with lust and devotion. His eyes are glued to the spot where you’re connected, his length sinking into your soaked folds. He spreads you wider, rubbing your puffy clit and relishing in your whimpers. He can’t take his eyes off your pussy, he second favourite place to be, every spasm only gripping him tighter, making it nearly impossible for him to ever want to leave. You wouldn’t even know he’s cumming if not for the renewed desperate movements, his toned hips slamming against yours as he loses himself inside you. You cum in concession, soaking each other in bliss as your cries bounce off the walls. It doesn’t take long for him to pounce on you again, clutching your hand tightly as he sinks back into you with a breathy noise. These are the moments you thirst for when he comes home, your usually stoic and heroic husband turned into a simpering mess because of your body.
