“I love how you look in my shirt.”
Can you do this prompt for Bheem x wife! Reader
Towards the Sunlight
Bheem x wife!Reader per @budugu's charming request
kinda nsfw, not seggsy times but talking about it. this is mostly fluff tho
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You hadn't gotten out of bed for what felt like a reeling eternity. Everything was moving so fast, yet you never felt the whiplash of urgency.
Strong arms wound around you somewhere around early morning and now stuck to you with a sheen of sweat: the warmth of the sun dawning upon your marriage or the love dawning upon your hearts. Bheem— your husband's heart pounded blood into his throbbing veins, every sound in his body reached you magnified. Like a pair of dhols celebrating your happiness.
His nose was buried in the dip of your shoulder, fingers splayed against your waist.
You loved being touched, just held. And you loved being touched by him.
Your marriage with Bheem had been like a formal deal between families: your uncle wanted to get you off his hands after your parents died, and Bheem's Pedananna wanted his dear son to find love in this marriage. Your marriage with Bheem was testing fate if two strangers could fall in love despite never having a perfect idea of the very concept.
The first few months were like a budding friendship. Then the roots started growing deeper, as if they understood that y/n l/n, this forlorn woman, wanted his love. He'd started to bring you flowers on his way from morning runs, and then he'd invite you to go with him on them. Your favorite Kishore Kumar songs would play every evening in the garden. He made you laugh, he praised you and defended you to his friends, and his hugs grew warmer and held more than friendship.
You found yourself gravitating towards him: a plant towards the sunlight. Yes, perhaps that was the correct symbol for him. Bheem was your sunlight, a friend who was on your team no matter what, the one for whom you added a little extra butter in the rotis, for whom you had brought up the notion of adopting loads of animals even if you were scared of them.
And after months after watching your relationship blossom with your husband, everything became better. The passion of the night before made sleeping parts of your brain wake up glowing like diwali fireworks.
Bheem, your Bheem (you could say that now, the thought made you giddy to the feet which were still entangled in his) had been a tender person who roughened in bed.
You loved it.
You liked your hands held and your kisses with so much love that passion was a barrier. This was more than passion.
This was adulation. This was worshipped.
You loved being worshipped, and you loved worshipping.
This new development made you appreciate your husband, this felt like the first day of your eternity with him. You had forever with this man now, because even if you didn't, you wanted to stay till this forever was over and the next forever began.
Bheem stirred as the first light of day peaked at him in the eyes through spaces between blinds.
And with him, so did his member against you.
Oh, you had almost forgotten just how much you liked it. You made a sound, sounding almost like a blissful moan, without realizing he could hear it.
"Good morning." he kissed the slope of your jaw and you squirmed in delight. A smile broke out on your lips, poking his beard leaning into you.
"Good morning."
You looked back up at him, looking back down towards your wrapped bodies. Your cheeks just couldn't stop smiling, and when you felt him lift you both up onto his laps, you could see that his cheeks were no less.
"So..."
"So..."
"Last night was..."
"...Amazing right?" he chuckled.
You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around his waist. You laid your ear against his chest. Listening to his steady was your favorite, it was decided.
"I'd like to do that a lot more times."
His eyes lit up with happiness. "Good. Me too."
You shift his hands down along his back, shifting your chin cradled on his shoulder.
"OH GOD IT'S LATE, YOU'RE LATE FOR WORK!"
You jump off in a panic, rechecking the watch on your nightstand. Sure enough, Bheem was an hour behind his usual schedule.
You both moved in a frenzy, blankets bundled up and tumbling out of bed. You grabbed your hair into a bun, walking away, when Bheem's hand stopped you. A warm imprint holding onto your hand, rings clanking against each other.
You looked back at him.
What met you was a boyish grin on his shiny black beard.
"I love how you look in my shirt."
You tugged the long sleeves closer together, laughing. All hurry melted and you basked in his love. You let him pull you down back into bed and let him love you a little bit longer.
And he let you love him back.
A/N: My playlists be like ->
when i'm writing fluff: Kalaya Nijama, Vastunna Vachestunna, Surro Surro, Manmadhude, Hima Seemallo, Buggey Bangarama
when i'm writing smutty: Kadallalle, Prema Desam Yuvarani, Em Sandeham Ledu, Oh Sita Hey Rama
i hoped you liked this budugus! and you all else reading this with her too❤️ this is the first time i've ever written reader fics so it might have an odd voice? be the judge
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