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You stare at yourself in the mirror, it wasn’t that you hated your body—actually you quite liked it. The extra weight gave more rounded curves, thicker thighs and it was doing wonders for the girls—if you know what I mean.
But you had no idea how Caleb would feel about it. And you hated to be that girl who worried about what her boyfriend thought of her outwards appearance but, it was hard not to. What if he didn’t like chubby girls? That wasn’t something you’d ever really talked about with him. What if he wants you to lose weight? That’d break your heart, it'd be the end of the relationship, but it’d still break your heart. Not only was Caleb your boyfriend, he was your best friend and his opinion mattered more than anyone’s.
It’s been almost two months since you’d seen him and in that time you’d gain some weight. You were by no means a skinny girl before … but now you were chubby, sometimes plus-sized depending on where you shopped.
You managed to get a week off of work and you were staying at his place in sky haven for your holiday. With a shaky hand you unlocked his door with the key he’d had specially made for you. He was meant to pick you up but something came up at work.
His house looked the same, clean, neat and reminded you of everything Caleb. Feeling exhausted and not knowing when he’d be back, you plopped down on his king sized bed, his scent engulfing you and making you feel at home. Time passed and your eyes got sleepy, curled into his cozy duvet, you fell asleep.
When you woke up it was dark outside, you’re not sure how much time had passed but there’s the sound of humming from the other room, and the scent of homemade pasta that could only be made from Caleb’s hand.
You check yourself over in the mirror, fix your wild hair, and observe your outfit. A form fitting skirt and a turtleneck that hugged every curve.
You leave his bedroom and walk to the kitchen. Caleb stands over the stove, a dish towel over his shoulder, stirring spaghetti sauce. He was wearing casual clothes, black cargo pants and a white t-shirt. “Morning Pipsqueak,” he said without looking away from stirring, focused on cooking. He must’ve heard the door open. “Have a good nap?”
You can’t help it. You missed him so much. You rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your face between his muscled shoulders. You squeezed tight like he’s your lifeline. And there might have been a suspicious wetness on your cheeks …
He laughed, a sweet sound, and grabbed one of your hands bringing it up to his smiling mouth. “I know, honey,” he whispered, “I missed you too.”
You let out a sigh and he finally turned around after shutting off the stove. You pull away from him to see his face. He’d stopped smiling from sometime between turning around and seeing you. Instead his eyes roamed your body—I mean really roamed your body like he was trying to mesmerize every detail. His mouth had slightly parted—from shock or something else. It made your skin set on fire.
“Do you hate it?” You blurted out.
Then his face turned into a slight frown, beautiful purple eyes flashing back to yours. “What?”
“My … weight. Do you hate it?”
The frown turned into a scowl like the words annoyed him. He stepped forward forcing you to take a step back, backing you into the island. His hands landed on your waist, your curves, squeezing slightly making you feel small with how big they were. “I could never hate any part of you, never suggest that again,” he demanded, leaning closer until his lips were an inch away from yours. You could feel your heart racing in your chest. “And for your information, I was thinking about how goddamn sexy you look.”
And then he kissed you.
His lips were soft but hungry, and the kiss felt like everything you’d been missing wrapped into a single heartbeat. He kissed you like he needed it—like he’d been starved for the taste of you. His hands stayed on your waist, thumbs brushing small circles into your skin through the fabric of your top.
You melted against him, hands curling into his shirt, tugging him closer like you could fuse your bodies together and never be apart again. The kiss broke, and his forehead pressed against yours, breath warm and uneven.
“Do you really not know?” he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel under velvet, “How much I love every inch of you? How long I’ve been dreaming about getting my hands on you again?”
You shook your head, cheeks hot, still dazed from the kiss. “I was scared you wouldn’t want me … you wouldn’t like how I looked now.”
Caleb’s arms wrapped around you fully, crushing you to his chest, and you let out a small sound from the sudden pressure. “Don’t say that,” he whispered fiercely. “Don’t you ever say that. I want all of you, just as you are. You could gain twenty more pounds—in fact I encourage it. Eat whatever the hell you want, as much as you want, I’ll give it to you. I’ll love you for it. Plus I love having a little extra to grab onto,” he smirked and squeezed his hands which had somehow landed on your ass.
You swatted his chest playfully, but your heart felt lighter, anchored by his words and the way he held you like you were his whole world.
Then he kissed your temple, soft and lingering, and pulled back just enough to look at you again. “I don’t want you to ever question how desirable you are to me. But if you do, I’ll just have to keep reminding you. I could go on and on.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking mischievously. “Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Caleb’s grin turned wicked. “Well, dinner is ready… but I could always reheat it later.”
Your stomach fluttered, your body pressed tight to his, and just for a moment, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—you were enough. More than enough. Just as you are.
His grin faded into something softer, more reverent, as his hands found their way back to your waist. He leaned in again, but this time his kiss wasn’t hungry—it was slow, tender, like he was savoring you. Like he had all the time in the world, and he wanted to spend every second learning you all over again.
Caleb’s fingers brushed under the hem of your top, warm against your skin. “Can I?” he whispered, like a prayer spoken against your lips.
You nodded, breath catching as he slid the fabric upward, exposing inch after inch of soft curves he couldn’t take his eyes off of. When he pulled the turtleneck over your head and tossed it aside, leaving you just in your lacy black bra. He just stood there for a moment, eyes roaming, drinking you in like it physically hurt him to be apart from you. That glint in his eyes … he looked like he wanted to ravish you.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, stepping closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re so beautiful. You don’t even know, do you? How much I want you. How perfect you are for me.”
You blushed, but it didn’t matter. Not with the way he looked at you. Not with the way he touched you—like you were something sacred.
He kissed down your neck, slow and deliberate, his hands never stopping as they traced every soft curve with aching adoration. When he reached your waist again, he paused, sinking to his knees in front of you.
“You think I wouldn’t want this?” he whispered, hands smoothing over your hips, thumbs brushing the dip of your belly. “This is everything I want. Everything I dream of every night. It kills me not to be able to touch you, feel you.”
He kissed your stomach—soft, reverent kisses that sent shivers up your spine. One, then another, then another, like he was memorizing the feel of you beneath his lips.
You threaded your fingers into his hair, overwhelmed, but he just looked up at you from his knees, gaze fierce and tender all at once.
“I’ll worship this body. You—exactly as you are. Don’t ever hide it from me.”
He stood, pulling you close, your bare skin flush against him, the heat between you simmering like a secret. When he kissed you again, it was deeper this time, filled with promise and longing.
“Please,” you whispered against his lips, desperate and hungry.
Just that little plea shifted something in him, the softness became raw passion. He slid his big hands under each of your thighs and picked you up effortlessly, like you were light as a feather, carrying you to his bedroom. He dropped you down on his bed capturing your lips in another wild primal kiss, making you feel claimed. He crawled on top of you, while his hands started greedily tugging your skirt down. “Is this what you need, baby?”
You nod eagerly.
His lips move down your throat, tasting every inch of you. “How could you ever think you weren’t the sexiest fucking woman in the world to me?” He growled against your flushed skin, one of his hands moving up to cup your clothed breast, kneeling softly making you whimper. “These are perfect.”
His other hand squeezed your thick thigh, so hard there might be marks in the morning but you didn’t care. You loved feeling ravished. “So are these,” he groaned, massaging your thigh. “Baby …?” he breathed sucking on your throat then nibbled, making you arch into him, your hand tangled in his hair.
“Hmm?” You replied a little dazed.
“I need you to sit on my face.”
Your eyes flew open at that to find him staring straight at you, his eyes looked desperate, dazed with desire and hunger, you could feel his hard clothed cock pressing against you.
“But,” you bit your lower lip, “but I’ll crush you.”
He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, the thought excited him. “You won’t crush me, pipsqueak.”
“Yes I will!” You argued, “you won’t be able to breathe.”
For some reason every word you spoke only made his eyes sparkle more with anticipation. Fuck. He really was a freak. You’d always known but … you could see clear as day he got off on the idea of you suffocating him while riding his face.
“Fuck,” he breathed his eyes closing like the image you were painting was painful, “please, please ride my face, use me for your pleasure.”
“But—“
“I’ll use my evol to keep you up. Don’t worry about crushing me, baby.”
You nodded after a moment of consideration and in the blink of an eye he was flipping your positions so he was his back staring up at you like you were a goddess, like you were the solution to all his problems. He reached up and un-clipped your bra, letting your double d’s fall free and throwing the garment somewhere across the room. Those purple galaxy eyes lit up at the sight, like he wanted to eat you.
You carefully positioned yourself above his face, not wanting to hurt him in any way. You felt his evol light up around your body, you sighed in relief.
“So wet for me already pipsqueak?” He grinned up at you. You were positions so you could look down right into his eyes—and fuck if that wasn’t the sexiest thing ever.
But then you were suddenly yanked down forcibly by his evol, doing the exact opposite thing of what it was meant to do. “W-wait Caleb—!“ but you cut yourself off when a startled moan ripped from you, his tongue licking eagerly across your clit. “F-fuck! C-Caleb— wa—w-ah—”
He was messily eating your pussy like it was his last meal on earth, his tongue harshly swiping along your sopping cunt. His eyes rolled back and a groan came from him making you vibrate. His hands came up and wrapped around your thick thighs, forcing you to crush him further.
You wanted to worry about him—but fuck it felt so good. Your hands gripped the headboard for support and you started rolling your hips, desperate for more friction.
Caleb shamelessly moaned into your cunt at the feeling of you riding him, the vibrations of his sounds sending quivers of electricity through your sensitive body. He could barely breathe and he got off on it.
“Caleb!” You cried out grinding faster against him. That aching in your core was getting stronger, dragging you closer and closer to the edge. You hadn’t meant to squeeze your thighs around his head but it happened and Caleb’s eyes lit up in excitement, like he was in paradise, his moans got more frequent, muffled by your suffocating cunt. He ate like a greedy dog, his eyes rolling completely back, you're afraid you might be making him pass out but you couldn’t move even if you tried, his evol was strong forcing you to ride his face.
“Fuck— mmm— Caleb,” you whined when his tongue shoved deep inside of you, his nose rubbing your clit perfectly. You leaned back, moaning loudly, your hands dropping from the headboard to tangle in his hair. You trembled around him, your thighs shaking at this point and you would’ve collapsed had he not been holding you there. You ached, and throbbed in a way you never had before. You felt like you were lost in a haze, you couldn’t think of anything but your own pleasure. “I’m—I’m gonna—Caleb—!”
Your vision whited out as you cum with a harsh cry, fingers tightening in his hair. You wouldn’t be surprised if you ripped out some strands, and legs squeezed so tight around his head as you shook around him, seeing stars.
He whimpered in your cunt, tongue riding out your orgasm till the very last second. And finally, he released you. You collapsed backwards but he caught you, his chest moving up and down like he’d run a marathon. Before you could say anything he smashed his mouth against yours. You groaned, tasting yourself on his tongue.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered against your lips, “taste so good, so sweet. I could spend a whole day between your thighs.”
“Need you,” who basically whimpered, like a desperate pathetic dog, “need to feel you inside.”
You are unexpectedly picked up and carried to stand in front of his floor length mirror. You looked … well like you’d been fucked. Skin flushed, hair wild, lips swollen and red marks on your thighs from where his hands had been gripping you. You turned away embarrassed of your naked body but he forced your head back. You made eye contact with him in the mirror, a question in your eyes.
He spread your thighs and you could feel his big cock lining up with your entrance from behind. “I want you to watch. I want you to see how sexy you are.”
You were genuinely left speechless, your cunt clenching around nothing. He pushed in slowly, you’d already been opened up a little with his tongue but taking him was always a tight fit no matter what. He held you up with his evol so you wouldn’t collapse as he pushed himself all the way in. You whimper, feeling so full and complete, watching your eyebrows scrunch up in pleasure through the mirror.
He moved your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck to the moonlight. He didn’t move yet, giving you time to adjust to his length. The feel of him stretching you almost made your eyes roll back, your lips slightly parted. “Look at you,” he murmured against your skin, sucking between your shoulder and neck, “pretty girl.”
Then he started moving. Slowly. In and out. It was raw and aching, making you whimper with every deliberate movement. He lifted one of your legs up and back to find a better angle and you keened, unconsciously pushing against his evol. Your hands desperately fumbled for something to grab onto, he instantly wrapped a hand around your chest above your tits so you could use it like a handlebar. “Y-you feel s-so good,” you slurred, “so big inside me.”
He groaned, thriving off of the praise and his thrusts became faster, your wet cunt making obscene squelching noises through the room along with the slapping of his balls against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, over and over. You see yourself through the mirror in a way you’ve never seen yourself before. Your face contorted in pleasure, your big breasts bounce from his quick harsh thrusts, and tears in your eyes threatening to spill down your face. It was downright pornographic.
“You see it baby?” He grunted, thrusting in and out, “you see how fucking hot you are? You could be a pornstar. Men would fucking pay thousands to see you like this.”
You nod, letting out a shaky moan. He was right. You looked like a pornstar. Thoroughly fucked out.
“That’s right, that’s my girl,” he encouraged fucking you with primal energy, your whole body jolting forward and his evol pushing back. You’re crying now, fat tears streaming down your face from the intensity of his cock ramming into you over and over. “You close baby? Gonna cum all over my cock?”
You could only respond by moaning louder, nails digging into his forearm as you held on for dear life.
“Go ahead, pretty girl, let me feel you cream all over me.”
You came for the second time with a scream, your cunt convulsing around him, thighs shaking in ecstasy. He fucked you through your orgasm his purple eyes rolling back as he chased his own release. “Fuck baby, your pussy is suffocating me.”
You tightened around him and he moaned in your ear, pulling you back all the way against him so his chest was pressed to you back. One thing you loved about Caleb is he was never afraid to make noise. He wasn’t afraid to let you know how good you made him feel.
“Cum … inside me,” you breathed out, practically begging, “I want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck baby!” he whimpered, pounding you harder than he ever had before, chasing his orgasm in eager and greedy pleasure. His grip was so tight he was bound to leave bruises on your hips. You could feel him hitting your cervix with each thrust. He was lost in pleasure, not caring anymore about anything. Through the mirror you saw his face scrunched, his mouth parted, his eyebrows furrowed and his whimpering in your ear was driving you crazy. “Fuck … so good… you feel so good,” he moaned, sucking on the skin behind your ear.
You cry out feeling the ache of pleasure once again, you cunt tightened around him as he pushed you over the edge for the third time.
Your orgasm seemed to be his last straw. He came with a loud noise, his hot cum filling you up from behind, flooding your insides. His thrusts slowed down, fucking his seed into you so not a drop was wasted, as he groaned. His evol released like he was too exhausted to hold in any more and you both fell into each other.
“Goddamn,” he cursed in your ear, “I missed you so much.”
You think you might’ve passed out a little. The three orgasms took a toll on you. Your eyes slipped shut and you faintly heard him chuckle, hands gripping you and picking you up. He laid you gently on the bed, then his presence disappeared for a split second, only for it to come back with a warm towel wiping between your legs. He took care of you softly with precise care. You felt lips pressing against your forehead and you could practically see the concerned frown on his face when he asked, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“Mmmno,” you murmured, language was too much to speak in your exhausted brain right now.
You felt his lips drag down your face, placing soft kisses along your cheekbone. “I love this body. Every curve. Every mark. Every breath it takes. I want you to know that. Always. No matter what.”
You didn’t know how to respond at first. Sometimes it was startling being loved so openly, so thoroughly, so unconditionally. You turned your head, kissing his lips softly. “I know.”
“Yeah? Because I’ll keep reminding you till the day I die.”
You smiled, eyes fluttering open. “If you always remind me like that then, deal.”
You felt him chuckle and he wrapped you up in his big muscled arms making you feel protected, possessed even. Your skin was still thrumming with satisfaction and the after-sex haze. His hand ran up and down your side, over every roll and curve lovingly. “Go to sleep, pipsqueak.”
Your eyes slipped shut, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat against your back slowly lull you to sleep. But suddenly your eyes shot open, remembering something.
“We never ate dinner!”