cw: fatshaming; misogyny; Simon is ready to snap necks and disembowel someone for you
You lean against the kitchenette counter in the rec room, stirring sugar into your tea while three junior sergeants from logistics hover nearby, pretending to wait for the kettle but really just loitering.
One of them, Sgt. Harris, glances over with that fake-casual smirk men get when they’re about to say something they think is clever.
“Honestly, love, you’ve got such a pretty face. You’d be an absolute bombshell if you dropped a few stone.”
The other two snicker into their cups like he just invented comedy, but you’re not fazed. It’s one of those backhanded compliments you’ve heard many times before.
You take a slow sip of peppermint tea, clicking your tongue and letting the silence stretch just long enough for them to start shifting their weight awkwardly.
Then you smile, sweet as arsenic.
“Funny you mention that,” you reply, calm and clear. “That exact attitude is why you lot are eating instant chicken-flavour Ramen for dinner every night instead of something someone actually cooked with love.”
Harris opens his mouth, but you’re not finished.
“And just so we’re crystal clear: I wouldn’t date any of you boys now, and I still wouldn’t date you if I lost fifty pounds. My standards aren’t measured in kilos—they’re measured in basic human decency, and you’re all currently deep, deep in negative numbers.”
You push off the counter, tea in hand, and brush past them without spilling a drop. Behind you, the kettle clicks off into dead silence.
From the doorway, Simon (who’s been standing there the entire time, arms crossed, mask in place, ready to kill) finally speaks, voice low and flat as ever:
“My wife is a bombshell olready, and you sorry lot wouldn’t know what to do with one if it fuckin’ detonated in yer lap.”
He steps aside to let you pass, hand settling possessively on the small of your back as you walk out together, giving your generous curves a possessive squeeze; his buff chest puffed out with pride.
They go quiet, ears pink, heads lowered like pups submitting to the big dogs.
Needless to say, Simon will make their lives a living hell for disrespecting his a woman like that.
warnings: unprotected sex, slight sub!rafe (?), praise, hair pulling, titty sucking, spanking, groping, light biting, face sitting, oral sex (f. receiving), tongue fucking, overstimulation
a/n: this one is for my plus sized baddies ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১
“fuck, fuck, fuck..” to say that rafe was gone and so far away in his own state of hysteria would be putting it nicely. he looked thoroughly flushed underneath you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a bright pink as your hips moved up and down his length. rafe laid there at your mercy, his fingertips digging so hard into the plush flesh of your thighs, you couldn’t help but whine at the slight discomfort every time he managed to grip you even tighter than before. with teary eyes, rafe gazed up at you as his jaw fell slack, his eyebrows knitting together as you switched from bouncing on top of him to dragging your hips slowly over his lap so he could revel in the feeling of you being wrapped around him— so warm and tight.
“holy shit, baby,” rafe groaned, craning his neck to look down and see where you two were connected, “f-feels so fucking good.” he shuddered, blinking slowly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. you watched rafe’s chest cave in with every breath, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he cursed obscenities through gritted teeth. moving his palms to the curves of your hips, he urged you to lean down and rest against his chest, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, and the other gripping the roots of your hair as his mouth latched onto your nipple. “oh—!” you cried out when he started fucking up into you, the plap! plap! plap! of his skin meeting yours making your cheeks heat.
rafe couldn’t comprehend anything else except for the sweet scent of your perfume, the softness of your skin, and the wetness that surrounded his cock with every thrust inside your needy cunt. “i don’t know what you do to me,” rafe held you close, “every time i’m inside you, i can’t fucking think.” he laughed, feeling damn near psychotic by how fast the smile left his lips when he felt you clench around him. slamming his palm down, you yelped when rafe grabbed a handful of your ass without any kind of gentle regard, his teeth nipping at your skin as you reveled in the pure unadulterated pleasure licking your insides. “this body is perfect,” he grunted, groping at your tummy, “you’re perfect.”
before you could register his words, rafe was pulling out and scooting down the bed so he could seat you on his face, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs before his tongue was flicking against your clit. doubling over, you threaded your fingers in his hair as a broken moan sounded from your lips. “oh god!” you squealed, your shoulders dropping in defeat upon feeling the familiar tension beginning to coil in your belly. rafe didn’t care about being soft or sweet when he was devouring you like a man starved. times like this called for your ass and thighs to smother him in a way that had his cock standing up in the air by itself, the tip of his nose nudging your sensitive bundle of nerves as he worked your entrance with his tongue— the combination making you cum on his face in record time.
rafe made sure to hold you in place when overstimulation set in so that you couldn’t pull away from him until he was done, your orgasm ripping through you as you shook and trembled in his hold. you were nothing short of intoxicating, your sticky succulence driving rafe mad with lust as he continued lapping at your glossy folds. he could never get enough of you— not when every time felt like the first time all over’s again. hearing you cry, seeing you squirm, feeling your body react to every praise and compliment he showered you with.. there was never going to be another feeling that could top this one.
Not when he followed Hiromi Higuruma home, half out of curiosity, half because Higuruma had said, in that flat, exhausted voice of his, “You can meet my wife, if you want.”
Yuji had expected someone serious. Stern. Maybe even a little cold, someone who matched Higuruma’s quiet, heavy presence. A woman who spoke in clipped sentences and stared people down like a judge passing sentence.
The door swung open before Higuruma could even knock properly.
“Oh! You’re finally home—”
What he got instead...was you
Short. Soft. Warm in a way that hit Yuji immediately, like stepping into a heated room after being out in the cold too long. Your sweater sleeves were pushed up, flour dusted faintly across your cheek like you’d been baking, your body plush and soft in a way that made you look safe. Comforting. Your eyes lit up when you saw Higuruma and then your gaze shifted to Yuji.
And widened.
“Oh my goodness—”
Yuji barely had time to react before you were right in front of him, hands gently grabbing his face.
“You’re so skinny. Hiromi, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a child home!! are you eating properly? Do you need food? You look like you need food.”
“Uh—” Yuji blinked, caught completely off guard. “I...I ate earlier—”
“That’s not an answer.”
It wasn’t harsh, wasn’t loud.But it landed.
Yuji froze.
Because somehow, somehow, this adorable, soft, flour-dusted woman had just commanded him like a general.
Behind him, Higuruma sighed, slipping off his coat.
“She’s going to feed you regardless of your answer,” he muttered. “You might as well sit down.”
Yuji nodded immediately. "Okay.”He didn’t even question it.
Five minutes later, Yuji was seated at the table with a full plate of food he did not remember agreeing to, watching as you bustled around the kitchen with alarming efficiency.
“More rice?” you asked.
“I...I’m okay—”
You were already scooping more onto his plate ignoring Yuji's answer.“Yes, you do.”
Yuji stared at the pile. “…okay.”
Across from him, Higuruma sat quietly, sipping tea like this was completely normal.
Yuji leaned toward him slightly.“…Does she always...?"
“Yes.”
“…Okay.”
It wasn’t just the food.
It was the way you hovered, fixing his posture slightly when he slouched, brushing crumbs off his sleeve without even thinking, refilling his drink the moment it dipped below half.
“You’re still growing,” you said firmly at one point, crossing your arms as you looked him over. “You need proper meals. None of that convenience store nonsense Hiromi probably eats.”
“That’s—” Higuruma started.
You turned your head slowly.
He stopped. “…fair.”
Yuji stared between you both, because what just happened.
But then it shifted, just slightly.
Yuji noticed it when Higuruma reached for a second cup of tea without asking.
Your hand caught his wrist mid-air, gently. Your thumb gliding over the skin. “Hiromi.”Your voice was soft.
Higuruma stilled. “…Yes?”
“You’ve had three cups already.”
“…It’s just tea.”
“And you haven’t eaten properly today.”
Yuji blinked.
Oh.
Oh no.
He recognized that tone.
That was the same tone you used on him.Except now....Now it was worse.
Because Higuruma, Hiromi Higuruma, a man who faced curses and courtrooms without flinching actually looked… cornered.
“I’ll eat,” he said.
You smiled. “Good.”
And just like that, the tension vanished. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you passed him a plate.
Yuji watched, wide-eyed.Because this terrifying, composed lawyer man just got handled.
Later, when you stepped away for a moment, Yuji leaned forward again, whispering urgently.
“…She’s scary.”
Higuruma didn’t even look up from his plate.“Yes.”
“…But like… nice scary.”
“Yes.”
“…Like she could ruin my life but also make me soup.”
Higuruma paused, thinking then nodded his head as he peered at you from the kitchen.“That’s exactly it.”
You came back before Yuji could say anything else, setting down something sweet in front of him.
“Dessert,” you said brightly. “You did well.”
Yuji lit up immediately. “Oh! thank you!”
You beamed at him, soft, warm, proud.Then glanced at Higuruma. “…You too.”
Higuruma nodded once. “…Thank you.”
Yuji nearly choked.Because that was the most obedient he had ever seen that man.
Yuji waited until you disappeared fully into the kitchen, the faint clatter of dishes and your soft humming just barely carrying through the apartment.
Then he leaned forward, like he was about to ask something dangerous.
Across from him, Hiromi Higuruma sat with his usual composed posture, tea in hand, completely unbothered.
Yuji lowered his voice anyway. “…How did you meet her?”
Higuruma didn’t answer immediately.Which, to Yuji, was already suspicious.The man always answered immediately.
Finally, Higuruma exhaled softly through his nose.
“She hit me with her bike.”
Yuji blinked.“…What.”
Higuruma took another calm sip of tea. “She hit me with her bike,” he repeated, like this was a normal, everyday sentence. “And then,” he added, just as calmly, “she blamed me for being in the way.”
Yuji stared at him. “…But she’s the one that hit you!!”
“I know.”
“You know?!” Yuji’s voice cracked slightly, hands coming up in disbelief. “You’re telling me she ran you over and then yelled at you for it?!”
Higuruma nodded once. “Yes.”
“And you just...what...stood there??”
“More like I was sitting on the ground but I had to.”
Yuji leaned closer, squinting at him like he was trying to find the missing logic. “You had to?”
Higuruma set his cup down with a soft clink, finally looking at him.And for the first time there was something faintly… human in his expression.Something softer. “…You didn’t see her.”
Yuji frowned. “I’m seeing her now.”
“It’s different,” Higuruma said quietly.
Yuji blinked.“…Different how?”
Higuruma leaned back slightly, gaze drifting, not distant, but remembering as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “She was standing there,” he said, voice low, steady. “Hands on her hips. Short. Absolutely furious....”
Yuji snorted a little. “Yeah, that tracks—”
“She told me I shouldn’t block the sidewalk.”
“…You weren’t blocking the sidewalk.”
“I wasn’t.”
“And she still yelled at you?”
“Yes.”
“And you just let her??”
Higuruma didn’t answer right away.Instead, his gaze softened just a fraction more.
“…She looked beautiful.”
Yuji froze.“…I’m sorry....what.”
Higuruma didn’t even flinch.“She looked beautiful yelling at me.”
Yuji stared at him like he had just said the most insane thing imaginable. “…So you didn’t do anything.”
“No.”
“Because....”
Higuruma met his eyes, completely serious.“Because she looked beautiful, I knew I would marry her.”
Yuji leaned back in his chair slowly, processing what the man had just told him. “…So you didn’t do anything because you simped for her.”
Higuruma paused, he wasn't offended, he wasn't defensive, he was just....thinking. “…If you want to phrase it that way.”
“THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THAT IS!”
Yuji slapped the table lightly, pointing at him like he’d cracked a case. “You got hit by a bike and fell in love immediately!”
Higuruma picked up his tea again. “It was not immediate.”
“How long did it take?”
“…A few seconds.”
“THAT’S IMMEDIATE!” Yuji groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “You’re a lawyer! You’re supposed to argue! Defend yourself! File charges or something!”
Higuruma took a slow sip. “She was holding the bike.”
“…Okay?”
“She was still yelling.”
“…Yeah?”
“She had a small scratch on her knee.”
Yuji blinked. “…So?”
“I asked if she was hurt.”
Yuji stared at him, long, hard. “…You got hit.”
“Yes.”
“And you asked her if she was okay.”
“Also Yes.”
“…And she was yelling at you.”
“Yes.”
“And you thought—”
A sigh. “She looked beautiful.”
Yuji dropped his head onto the table.A long, suffering groan muffled against the wood.“You’re unbelievable.”
Higuruma said nothing, because he wasn’t denying it.
From the kitchen, your voice floated out. “Yuji, do you want more food?”
Yuji shot upright instantly. “Yes, ma’am!”
Higuruma didn’t even look surprised.
But as Yuji turned toward the kitchen, he leaned just slightly back toward Higuruma, whispering under his breath. “…You got hit by a bike and said ‘yes, this is my wife.’”
Higuruma’s lips twitched. “…Essentially.”
Yuji shook his head, already standing. “Crazy.” Though his gaze lifted to the kitchen. “…She is really pretty though."
Higuruma picked up his tea again, calm as ever.“…I know.”
On a work trip where so far everything has gone wrong, it all culminates in having to share a bed with your super hot coworker, except you could’ve sworn there were two beds in the room just a minute ago
Warnings: one bed trope, down bad!Clark, little bit of gaslighting but it’s ok cause he’s cute, smut, friends to lovers, protected sex, size kinky, dry humping (i cannot stop thinking about the kitchen scene), tiny hint of sub!Clark
WC: 3.4k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
There was always something that inevitably would go wrong, you thought as you sagged into a chair in the hotel lobby. It was nearing three in the morning and yet you were still being denied a room, something about reservations and hotel policy that you really didn’t have the mental bandwidth to understand at this point. After travelling all day for an interview that was cancelled half-way during your flight, so now you were trapped in fucking Oregon with the one coworker you found unbearably hot even if he was the biggest dork you had ever met.
“I’m sorry, it seems like they’re holding firm on this one.” You hummed and looked up at the man who somehow, given his size, snuck up on you as you wallowed in your misery. You wanted to wave him off, he had gotten his own room without any problem though refused to leave you alone to deal with your own issue, but instead you just looked up at your work partner with hazy eyes.
“It’s alright Clark, it’s not like I haven’t slept in a hotel lobby before.” His frown deepened but he quickly caught himself and readjusted the thick frames that had slid down the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t want to leave you alone.” He swallowed thickly and glanced over his shoulder, as if confirming that an empty room wasn’t about to magically appear in the lobby. And when it didn’t, he gave you a nervous grin, his cheeks blooming with a soft pink. “Why don’t- why don’t you stay in my room with me? I’ll sleep on the floor.” He rushed to add on, his blush growing darker as he shuffled.
Your stomach fluttered. “You don’t have to do that, you deserve a good night’s sleep more than I do. But if you are insisting-“ he cut in with a quick ‘I am’, “-then I’ll take the floor.” His lips pulled downwards, tugging your heart with them.
He looked around one more time, blue eyes sparkling with an idea that he seemed almost too bashful to admit aloud. One dark curl bounced against his forehead as he looked down at the floor, his shoes squeaking against the linoleum. “We could share the bed?”
Heat rushed through your body, the thought of sharing a bed with the dorky mountain man of your dreams filling your head before you could stop it, sending your heart into overdrive. It was no secret to anyone you worked with that you had a crush on Clark, being his designated photographer you had unparalleled access to the man, seeing sides of him that no one else had the privilege to. And you were not passing up this chance.
“Ok, just for tonight. I’m sure they’ll have another room open by tomorrow.” You prayed that they didn’t.
Clark smiled and before you could move, he scooped up your bag and slung it over his shoulder. “C’mon let’s get you to bed, we can deal with everything else in the morning.”
The lady at the front desk gave you a tired smile as you passed, a genuine look of apology on her face but at this second, you really just wanted to hug her in gratitude. You didn’t even realise the elevator doors had opened, too lost in the thought of just how warm his body would be next to yours as you settled under the cheap hotel duvet until Clark laid a massive palm against the small of your back, guiding you inside.
You bit down hard on your lip, swallowing back the whimper that almost escaped you. The elevator moved up with a deep rumble, leaving a charged silence hanging between you. With each floor that passed, your stomach knotted tighter and tighter until you were struggling to breathe normally while beside you, Clark was the image of calm.
The hallway that opened up in front of you was virtually identical to every other you had seen yet it felt so different as he led you forwards, the duffle bags hanging from his broad shoulder bouncing against his back, one hand already holding his key card, the other still resting on the dip of your spine. You wondered vaguely if he would insist on putting pillows between you, then your mind slipped into what he wore to bed.
“Here we are.” His smile was nervous and a little keen, the same smile he had given you when you were told that the two of you were going on this trip. The lock beeped and the little light turned green. This was it, finally something was going to go right. You let yourself imagine just how noble he would be, turning his back while you slid into bed, wanting to give you as much privacy as he could in the small room before he would join you, that adorable pink blush covering his cheeks as your legs bumped together. Maybe he would wish you a goodnight in that soft voice of his while turning out the lights, maybe it would get cold during the night and he would unconsciously tug you to his chest, maybe, just maybe, he would kiss your forehead to soothe you back to sleep.
Darkness encompassed the room, leaving you blindly fumbling for the light switch while Clark shuffled in behind you, blocking out the light from the hall. Your finger tips brushed against the switch and you took a deep breath, willing the butterflies in your stomach to stop for just a second, and then you flicked the lights on. Both of you froze as you took in the room.
There were two beds, two queen sized beds.
“Huh.” The sound came out as more of a laugh but it seemed forced. You turned to Clark, his mouth still hanging open, his shoulders slumped. As soon as he caught your gaze, he righted himself though he seemed so disappointed. “Why don’t you take the shower first, I should call Perry and leave a message for him.”
Your mood plummeted and suddenly your exhaustion returned. Of course the universe wouldn’t give you this. Maybe next time you thought as you took your bag from Clark’s hands, planning to sulk in the shower for a while before you had to suck it up and be normal about this whole thing.
The hot water helped relax the throbbing behind your eyes and washed away the stickiness between your thighs. You had thought briefly of taking care of it but Clark was right on the other side of that wall and as much as that made your mind fuzzy with desire, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. You cut off the water abruptly, resting your forehead on the tiles and letting the condensation cool you down.
Just as your hormones levelled out, there was a loud scraping sound just outside the door.
“Clark?” You called, stepping from the shower and wrapping a towel around your body. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah! Yep! Totally ok here, just stubbed my toe against the desk.” He stammered, voice slightly muffled by the wood between you. You couldn’t help but smile. What a dork.
The room was considerably colder as you left the bathroom, donned in your pyjamas. You stumbled over the threshold making you miss the guilty expression on your partner’s face before he dashed to the bed. You giggled. “I think I’m a lot tireder than I initially thought.” And then you looked up, and for the second time in half an hour, you were frozen to the spot.
Clark was now lounging on the bed, the only bed in the room.
“What happened to the other bed?” His dark brows furrowed.
“There’s only one?” He responded, looking down at the single queen before back up to you. “I think you’re right, you are way too tired, especially if you're seeing double.”
He sprang up from the mattress, his hands immediately landing on your wide hips, and herded you towards where he had been sitting. You could do nothing except obey, your mind spinning with confusion.
“Are you sure there was always one?” He threw the sheets open for you before helping you under them with a sad if not slightly guilty expression on his face.
“Just get some rest, I’ll be back in a minute.” You watched him run to the bathroom, snagging his bag on the way. The door slammed shut and you rolled onto your back, eying the now weirdly empty room. The bed seemed too small for the space but he was right, there was only one bed with no evidence of another anywhere. The only weird thing was that the big window at the far end of the room was slightly cracked open.
You sat up, the sheets pooling around your hips. The shower turned on again. You could check it out and be back in bed in less than a minute but then you looked at the empty side of the bed. Clark was a big man, he would take up most of it, forcing you both to cuddle if you wanted to stay fully on the bed.
You flopped back down and something in your chest eased. The sound of water and the occasional movement from Clark provided the perfect white noise for your exhausted mind, lulling you into a contented doze. By the time he finally emerged, steam following him out of the bathroom, you were almost asleep but awake enough to open your eyes to catch the view of a lifetime.
His bare chest was the first thing you saw— he was toned but not ripped, a healthy layer of fat covering his body as well as a thatch of dark hair on his pecs that led to a trail of it disappearing beneath the plaid sweats he was wearing. He had left his glasses behind, letting you see his face completely unobscured. He was tired, no doubt, but blindly beautiful and you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling at him as he approached.
“Feeling better?” You nodded into your pillow and he graced you with a relieved grin. You had never noticed how pronounced his canines were before. “Good.” The mattress dipped with his weight, making you roll over slightly to his side of the bed. His shoulder brushed your cheek as he settled, his skin was warm and unbelievably soft, like he was born from sunshine.
His arm pressed against yours, your thighs touching in a way that made many parts of you flutter. “This ok?”
“More than.” You murmured, eyes shutting again. He hummed contentedly before he leaned away from you and the light by his side of the bed flicked off and he returned to you.
The night settled over you, dragging you closer and closer to sleep but your mind still gnawed at one thought. “I really thought there were two beds for a minute there. Thank you for letting me crash here, I can’t even think what would’ve happened if I fell asleep in the lobby being this tired.”
Clark pressed his nose to the top of your head, his fingers plucking softly at your wrist. “You don’t have to thank me for that… not when it wasn’t really selfless for me to insist.”
You were wide awake now. “What do you mean?” You lifted your heavy head from the pillow, looking at him in the low light of the moon streaming over you both.
Clark refused to look down at you. “What man doesn’t want to share a bed with a gorgeous woman?”A few moments passed and he took a deep, shuddering breath, steeling himself. “And I, well this sounds really awful, but I was kind of hoping that this would happen. Is that wrong?”
You could feel his anxiety in the way his muscles seized beneath your touch, his fingers ceasing the gentle caressing of your skin. For a moment, you let it sink in, some part of you feeling completely vindicated in your disappointment. “No. I really wanted it too, how could I not? Not when you’ve always been so important to me.”
Your whispered admiration stilled him before, finally, blissfully he spoke once more. “Thank god.”
His lips were just as soft as you had fantasised, his touch just as gentle. His nose pressed into the swell of your cheek while your hands grabbed at his shoulders, encouraging him to deepen the kiss till all you could think of was him. “God, you drive me crazy. Just so beautiful and smart.” He groaned into your mouth, his touch now firm on your hips, pinning you to him.
“Clark.” Your moan seemed to set him alight.
“Please keep saying my name like that.” He dove back into your lips and rolled over, covering your body completely with his. He settled happily between your soft thighs, pressing close to your warmth. “Please.” His hips rolled against yours and you gasped. Pleasure rocketed through you, his cock rubbing your clit like it was made exactly for you.
Your ankles locked behind his back, meeting each roll with one of your own. He chased your lips as he humped you, his pants growing tighter to the point of tugging on him uncomfortably.
“Can I take them off?”
“Only if you take off mine too?” He shuddered above you.
“You’re trying to kill me.” He whimpered but quickly went about shedding both of your clothes and then laid down over you again, sending a whole new sensation through your veins. His skin against yours, his (fucking massive) cock resting between your lips, his curls which you loved so much obscuring your vision as he tilted his head to drink in the sight of your nakedness. It felt so right, consuming your exhaustion and frustration, leaving you only wanting for him.
He gave a restrained thrust and immediately pulled himself away, one large hand grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing tightly. “You feel too good and we haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Then maybe we should do something, cause I also need you so badly Clark.” He nodded and kissed you before scrambling off the bed, reaching for his bag. You caught the flash of the metallic packet in the moonlight. He quickly rolled the condom onto himself and crawled back onto his side of the bed. As he leaned back against the headboard, you finally saw the sheer size of him. Long and thick and painfully hard.
“It might be easier for you if you’re on top.” He pulled you into his lap eagerly and it was all you could do to watch his cock twitch with excitement as you settled above him.
“Full of yourself Kent?” You teased though your heart twisted and your pussy fluttered at just the thought of trying to take him.
“No, but you’re about to be.” You froze as he easily lifted you, guiding his tip to your entrance. He inched inside and already you burned with the stretch. The whimper that escaped your swollen lips had him pausing. “We can stop, if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You pulled the hand on your waist into your own, twisting your fingers together with his. “No, it’s ok. Just give me a few seconds.” Clark tilted his head upwards, kissing you softly as you lowered yourself down, taking more and more of him with each shared breath and moan. His cock carved itself through you like he had done to your heart so long ago. Everything within you chanted his name, calling desperately for his mind, his body, his soul, and he was finally giving it to you, with each and every inch.
In no world would you last long, already teetering on the edge but you had to last, for this to last. Your hips met his and the breath was stolen from your lungs. He squeezed your fingers like he was trying to comfort you but the way his jaw ticked and his muscular thighs spasmed beneath you told you that you weren’t the only one struggling to hang on.
“I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so scared I’m gonna open my eyes and this will all have been a dream again.” You slumped down, pressing your forehead against his own.
“You dream about me?” You lifted off of him, your wobbly legs keeping you up for only a few seconds before they gave out and you swallowed him to the hilt once more. He moaned and grabbed at your hip with his free hand.
“Every night.” You started to rock, gently at first, gauging just how much your body could take without breaking, then a little faster as Clark’s grip got tighter. “You feel so good, you can’t be real.”
“I am. I’m real ‘nd I’m yours.” You pulled your joined hand upwards, letting his palm spread across your bouncing chest, right above where your heart was racing. “Feel me, ‘m real.”
His mouth chased your pebbled nipple, catching it between his teeth, making you gasp. “Yeah you are.” He snarled against your skin, now meeting each roll with a desperate punch of his hips, tying your nerves tighter to the point you found it hard to breathe. He sucked and licked, groaning loudly as you tugged on his hair with each motion.
“Clark I’m-“ You hadn’t realised how close you were until suddenly it was barreling right for you.
“Let go, it’s ok. I’ll catch you.” He held your hips, rocking them for you. The head of his cock brushed against that spot deep inside of you that had your fingers and toes go numb.
“Want this to last.” The words forced themselves from your lungs and his pace stuttered just like his breath. You felt him twitch violently inside of you as he pulled you down all the way.
“Don’t- don’t say that. I need you to finish first.” He planted his feet onto the mattress, now firmly in control, hitting that spot over and over again. “I’ll give you everything you want, need. You just have to ask.”
“You’ll sleep next to me again?” You were close, so close, just needed one little push.
“Every night. Forever.” You shattered above him, your body seizing with pleasure you’d never felt before. Your moans echoed through the room, undoubtedly carrying out into the night but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when you felt too full and warm and finally content after so long yearning for it.
Clark moaned with you, his chest rumbling with its force, keeping his pace until your pussy finally relaxed around him and you were eased back to reality. “Cum for me Clark.” You whispered.
“God please!” He cried, thrusting up into you, chasing his own end. You grabbed onto his hands and threw your head back. Your pussy burned with overstimulation but you never wanted him to stop. Your neck rolled to the side, your vision swimming, but it was just clear enough to make out the weird shape in the tree right outside the window. It kind of looked like a queen sized bed, sheets and all. Just when you squinted to try and get a better view, Clark bucked up, his thighs seizing beneath your ass as he gave a loud cry of your name.
Your head snapped back and watched as he fell apart, shattering beautifully between your legs. His thumb found your clit, driving you to one last orgasm as his tapered off. “Clark!” You squealed, trying to get off of him but he was relentless, expertly throwing you into ecstasy. You trembled above him, just barely keeping yourself upright before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
His heart hammered beneath your ear, bringing you back down to earth while he stroked your back. A hand on your ass helped guide your hips upwards and let his softening cock pull out of you. “Thank you.” He whispered into your temple, pressing kiss after kiss to your sweaty skin.
“I should be thanking you, you made me cum so hard I thought I saw a mattress in the tree outside.” You giggled, tracing the gentle lines of his body with your fingertips.
Clark’s eyes widened, not that you could see, and glanced towards the open window. He really thought he angled the throw perfectly so that the bed would miss the branches.
Sorry for any mistakes, writing and posting this at 3 am
Yandere!Femboy roommate who you had been living with for a while now. He was very nice! He paid all of his share of the bills on time, even offering to cover for you.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who also kept everything neat and clean. He would always beat you to the house chores.
“My hardworking woman deserves to come home to a clean house everyday hm?” he would say to you as he often served you up dinner!
Yandere!Femboy roommate who, outside of being a pure sweetheart and an excellent roommate, is a filthy fucking pervert.
Yandere!Femboy who walks around the shared apartment completely naked in the mornings after his showers because he needs to “air dry.”
When he’s not naked, he has on the tiniest booty shorts, showing off his perfectly rounded ass. Not that you were looking.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who is unbelievably loud when he touches himself in the solidarity of his own room. His whimpers, mewls, and moans can be heard very clearly through the wall.
Little do you know, he’s holding a dirty pair of your panties to his nose as he pumps his achy cock until it’s spurting white, pearly cum over and over again.
You knew he knew that the walls were thin! Hell, he told you they were when you first moved in.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who has done filthy things he is not proud of around your apartment in hopes that you would catch him.
He has fucked himself to pieces on your shared couch, imagining it’s your strap or your dripping pussy wrapped tightly around him. He often leaves dried cum stains too in hopes that you would notice.
Watching you sit in his dried cum is satisfaction enough sometimes.
Yandere!Femboy who purposely leaves out his sex toys for you to find and berate him about.
“Dude, you can’t just leave your plug on the bathroom sink!” you yelled as you chucked it towards where he was laid on his bed.
“Sorry, look I’ll put it to use really quickly!” he smiled as he picked up the plug.
He stared into your eyes as he made a show of him licking around the bulbous end of it, getting it wet. He sucked into his mouth sloppily.
You only had to pretend like your clit wasn’t pulsing for a split second because as soon as he reached back to pull down his pajama pants to reveal his juicy ass, you slammed his door shut and retreated back to your room.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who you have zero boundaries with.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who always ends up needing to pee whenever you happen to be in the shower.
He cards all the vivid images of your soapy body away for those late night jerk off sessions.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who cannot help but indulge himself!
“You know, you have really nice tits. Wait, can you like lather them with soap really quickly?” he giggles as he bites the tip of his finger.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who begins to grow hard in the confines of his short little shorts.
“Hey, don’t shave your cunt either. Looks nice,” was the last thing he said before leaving the bathroom. It barely clocked to you that he never actually peed.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who absolutely hates when you have guests over, specifically men. He always finds a way to get them gone.
Often times, he’ll barge in talking about some big exam or having to get up early the next day, so your guest has to leave.
You often ignore the evil glare he gives the poor boys you invite over.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who was particularly very angry about your most recent guest. Some guy in your lecture who asked you out on a date.
“Boring!” he said when you had told him.
Now all three of you were awkwardly sat in the living room watching some movie your date picked out.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who was cuddled up to you. It was just a coincidence! He was chilly! Your plush body kept him plenty warm. If he wanted to grope you a bit under your blanket, well that was his business!
Your date was not very excited about him being there. About half way through the movie, he had asked you where your bathroom was.
“Down the hall.” you had pointed.
As soon as he was gone, Yandere!Femboy was snuggling up closer to you.
“So have you kissed anyone before, well besides me?” he inquired as he loudly smacked his bubble gum.
“Yeah,” you shrugged as your attention stayed on the screen. This caused him to pout.
“Are you planning on kissing that douchebag?”
“I don’t know maybe? Not seeing how it would be any of your business,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.
“What if…what if we practiced really quickly! Just so that you’ll be prepared if he asks for a kiss huh?” he smiled, the light of the tv reflecting off of his glossy pink lips.
Before you could respond, he was leaning into you. His lips were plush and sticky from lip gloss. Sweet too.
The little cunt was quick to lick into your mouth, eager to taste you. Eager to have your spit in his mouth.
Shortly, your date had made his way back into the living room.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who makes direct eye contact with your date as he sticks his tongue out and gives a kitten lick to your puckered lips.
“I knew you two had something weird going on! Fuck this shit!” he huffed as he made his way out.
You quickly parted from Yandere!Femboy, startled. You had tried to defend yourself, but your date was having none of it.
Yandere!Femboy roommate who sat cozily knowing he had successfully ruined another one of your conquests.
Yandere!Femboy who had no clue what was in store for him.
Yandere!Femboy who you had fucked within an inch of his life!
You and him laid out on the couch as you rode his cock until his body felt like it was on fire.
“Please! I’m so sorry! I can’t take it!” he babbled as drool began to roll down his chin. His eyes rolled back as he gripped onto the fat of your hips.
“You want me all to yourself, huh? Can’t take what I give you? Fucking pathetic,” you spit down onto him.
He stuck his pink tongue out, gathering your essence. He gripped onto you harder before his body started spasming again, sparse cum shooting into your puffy cunt.
“Oh please, please let me pull out! I’ll eat you until my jaw burns! Your cunnie is milking my brains out,” he whimpered as he looked up at you through damp lashes.
You only rolled your eyes before climbing off and making him go to town on your cunt.
Yandere!Femboy who was the best roommate you could’ve ever asked for.
it was hot, crowded, and full of people who made it look easy—like lifting weights and running on treadmills was second nature. meanwhile, you were here, struggling with a machine that looked like it was built for torture rather than exercise.
you adjusted the seat, tried to grab the handles, then frowned when they felt too far away.
frustration bubbled up in your chest. maybe you were just doing it wrong. maybe you shouldn’t even be here.
“need a hand, love?”
the deep, accented voice startled you. you turned—and immediately regretted it.
because holy shit.
the man standing behind you was massive. tall, broad-shouldered, built like he could snap the machine in half with one hand. he was dressed in all black, a hoodie pulled up over his head, a skull mask covering the lower half of his face. and yet, even with all that, his presence alone made heat crawl up your neck.
“i—uh—” words? gone. brain? empty.
his eyes flicked down to the machine, then back to you.
“you’re set too far back.” his voice was gruff, like he wasn’t used to talking much. “lemme show you.”
before you could protest, he reached past you, adjusting the seat effortlessly. his arm barely grazed yours, but it was enough to make you hyper-aware of how close he was.
“try now.”
you swallowed hard, nodding, trying to ignore how warm your face felt as you reached for the handles again. this time, it fit better.
“better?”
you nodded again. “y-yeah, thanks.”
he huffed, stepping back, arms crossing over his chest. “good. no point in doin’ it if you’re just gonna hurt yourself.”
at first, that was all it was. he’d spot you now and then, offering the occasional correction, always watching with that unreadable gaze. sometimes, if you did something right, he’d murmur a quiet "good girl," and it sent a shiver down your spine every time.
but then, he started noticing things.
the way your shirt rode up when you stretched, the peek of soft skin at your waist. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat down to catch your breath. the way you avoided looking in the mirror, adjusting your clothes like you were trying to hide yourself.
and it pissed him off.
because, fuck, how did you not see what he saw?
one day, you were tugging at your shirt again, mumbling something under your breath as you glared at your reflection.
ghost heard it.
“quit that.”
you froze, looking up at him, wide-eyed.
he stepped closer, his voice dropping low. dangerous. “ain’t gonna stand here and watch you tear yourself apart. not when you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever laid eyes on.”
your breath hitched. “i—”
but he didn’t let you finish. he grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward the locker room—empty, because it was late—and backed you against the wall.
“y’know what i see when i look at you?” his gloved hand trailed down, fingers brushing over your belly, gripping at the soft flesh with something close to reverence. “i see somethin’ perfect.”
then his mask was up just enough for you to see his mouth, and before you could process it, he was biting.
your belly. your thighs. your love handles. he had his hands on you, all over you, pressing you against the wall as he nipped, kissed, worshiped every inch of soft skin he could reach. he growled between bites, “so fuckin’ soft,” and, ‘could spend all night right here.”
and when you tried to protest, tried to tell him you weren’t—
he growled. actually growled, sinking his teeth into your thigh before pulling back, lips curling into something almost smug.
“don’t wanna hear another word about it,” he muttered. then, hoisted you up—like it was nothing—and carried you over to the bench.
“now. y’gonna let me sit you on my lap, or you gonna make me take you home first?”
my favorite fucking trope is chubby!reader living your life completely oblivious to the fact that the literal man of your dreams is in love with you and you're none the wiser.
like - you just traipse through life like "well he wouldn't like me back so it's wtv" all nonchalant and shit while the poor man is literally falling over himself trying to get it through your head that HEYYY that's not right??? i'm literally in love with you??? i worship the ground you walk on???? i'll do whatever you want????
and bless your heart, you see every single time he tries to hit on you as an act of kindness:
"awww, he got me (insert fav food here) cus i said i was hungry, what a nice guy!"
"he complimented my outfit! he must've liked the color of my shirt!"
"wow, he seems to be zoning out a lot, i hope he's okay!" (he's been staring at your lips for the past five minutes)
and he just... doesn't know what to do to make you see what he sees.
like you're so gorgeous and funny and why wouldn't he like you??
he's convinced that if he were to stand in front of you and tell you he loves you, you'd be like, "I love you too! you're such a good friend!"
(which has happened before and a little part of him died inside)
it literally takes him everything in his power to make you realize his feelings, and you just stand there for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots over the past few months, and all you can come up with is a small, dumb, "oh."
