Price (or any of the 141) with plus size! reader with daddy issues and lowkey self esteem issues (totally not projecting) who's a bit younger than them
She's used to older guys making comments about her (the con of having a "matured" body)
Shes used to older guys just wanting a quick fuck
She's become so used to it that it has settled in her stomach in a deep pit of despair
She always thought that if her dad didn't love her then no man ever would
So she accepted the "love" she could get
She wasn't trying to fill the hole in her chest, but rather push it down and pretend there was a pit of agony sitting behind her heart
She's used to her friends getting hit on by guys their age when they go to the bar
She had become acquainted to the "fridge protecting the snacks" comments, she refused to let them get to her
But Price, Price was different
Sure his gaze lingered on your body, he was still a man after all, but he had become used to hearing you and your laughter, seeing as you frequented the same bar as him and his team
It took him 6 weeks before he approached you
You were sat at the bar with your friends as they laughed and giggled at what some boys had said
You could instantly feel his presence, he surrounded your senses
He complimented your outfit, and your mind reeled with the reasons he was beside you
Maybe he was a sad, lonely man who needed a young fuck
But he surprised you with a genuine smile and conversation
Cut to 9 months later where you've slotted yourself comfortably into his life
But never completely letting your guard down
You mind raced with rational thoughts, but every so often, in the deep pit of your mind, the self deprecating thoughts appeared
"You're bigger than him" "He can't love you" "He deserves someone prettier"
And every time he'd kiss away those thoughts, reassuring that you're what he needs in his life
Some nights, he fuck away the self deprecation
His dick deep in you while your head is slotted between his biceps, cheeks squished as he practically chokes you out
"Come on, lovie, say it"
You can only whine, drooling over his arms as he fucks into you
"Say it love and i'll fuck you all night long"
You choke out a sob, mind too cock drunk to speak
His hips still and you whine, grinding back in him
He tightens his arms around your head, leaning down to whisper
"Say it, say it and you can come"
You whine, whispering against his arms, to which he jerks you up, laughing as he squishes your cheeks
"Louder."
Tears are rolling down your face by now, too lost in pleasure to realize
"I'm capable of being loved! You love me!"
You pant out, acting as if you'd ran a marathon
He smiled against your head as he picks up his pace again
His girl just needed to be fucked right
