Warm
Khabib Nurmagomedov (fatbib) x wife!reader
Warnings: Smut, Fatbib, minors DNI
It was hot. It was never this hot in their bedroom. And it was dark. But it was still too hot. But with the heat she accepted the pleasures that came with it.
The bed softly rocked, the thick blanket haphazardly covering the two figures underneath. Her husband had noticeably gained weight and she loved every pound he wore as he gently thrusted into her, his pecs bouncing. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach in awe of how the young man he once was had become a bear throughout their marriage. Before he was all chiseled strength, his body being the product of his father’s heavy handed discipline. But as the years passed and after his final defeat against Justin Gaethje, his body succumbed to retirement and all the food he consumed. She loved that her big strong husband had gained, even calling him cute, which resulted in a soft scolding but she loved kissing his round cheeks and holding his large hand.
He panted as he kept thrusting, the blanket slowly slipping off his shoulders. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked it, trying to cover his shoulders and keep her covered, but miscalculated and threw it over both their heads, covering the two completely. As he was about to pull it off she shook her head and wrapped her arms around his back, hugging him to her, and tightened her legs around his hips. He silently obeyed and nuzzled his face against her cheek as he slowly rolled his hips into hers. His heavy balls pressed firmly against her lips before slowly pulling back.
She released a choked moan as she felt the sensation of his chest crushing her tits in the most delicious way, his stomach pressed against hers.
“Are you warm enough now?” He murmured as he pressed more of his weight onto her.
She nodded dazedly. “It’s so warm… you’re so big and warm…” She murmured out.
“I always keep you warm, you know this..” He mustered out as his thrusts grew firmer. They were drenched, the heat between them overpowering their senses.
He pressed his face against her cheek, his grunts echoing in her ear.
If this is how I must go out… I’ll happily accept it, she thought with a grin.
He frantically chased his high as her walls gripped his hardened cock, finally releasing with a strained moan. He shivered as he came, his balls pressed firmly against her taint, his body overheated. His cock slowly softened and he pulled back the covers, just enough to poke their heads out.
He rolled over onto his back, chest heaving, as he wiped at his forehead. The two were drenched in sweat as they lay beside each other.
She rolled over with a grin, “Mmm… don’t even think about losing weight.”
He scoffed, “You don’t see what DC say about me? My ankles fat now.”
She ran her fingers over his thick pecs and groped it gently, “I don’t care what DC or anyone has to say about your weight. They’re not the one’s getting fucked by a big bear are they?” As he opened his mouth to reply he was silenced by her lips suckling on his pec. He never complained about his weight around his wife again.
A/N: Yesss I am in my fatbib era. I said it. I love skinnybib too but idk... I like seeing fat papa 🤷♀️
