Cherry🍒

𓆝⋆.˚ Just look at him and tell me he wouldn’t want a thickie partner. We desire what we lack or whatever. He IS the stereotype.

𓆝⋆.˚ He finds himself drawn to those sort of softer features; the curve of your belly and gentle roundness of your chin contrast with his slender figure and sharp features so well, it drives him insane.

𓆝⋆.˚ Poor, pathetic Herman spent so long ogling you from afar, he was honestly both terrified and infatuated by you. The first time the two of you actually spoke was in the break room, greeting him from your spot in front of the coffee maker as he lugged the janitor’s cart behind him. His eyes widened as he whipped around to see if you were talking to someone else…

You stifled a yawn as you stared down the abused coffee machine that found home in the break room, waiting on your brew. The hinges of the beat door creaked as it opened, your eyes darting to the motion in your peripheral as the janitorial cart poked through the doorway, followed closely by the janitor himself. He was hard to miss in his brightly colored… wet suit? It looked like the same sort of material, but you weren’t sure; regardless, the saturated blue and yellow was striking, especially on someone so tall and lanky.

Waterboy, you were pretty sure his name was, though you haven’t really had a chance to interact with him as he was so new. You’d seen him around though, again, he was pretty hard to miss. You raised your hand to wave and gave a casual, but mostly polite greeting to him.

As soon as the words left your lips his eyes widened behind his goggles as he whipped his head around, checking behind him and scanning the rest of the break room.

“Oh! Uh, you’re talking to—hello to-to, me?” He gestured to himself as he asked, voice cracking and an almost bewildered look in his eye upon finding the rest of the room vacant.

“Uhm. Yeah, hello to you.” You replied somewhat matter-of-factly, a slight chuckle lilting your words. You look back at the coffee machine, eyes tracing the stream of brew pouring from the top into your mug.

He paused for a moment before continuing into the room, waving back, “Hey—Hi-hello! To you, also..!” He cringes a bit at his words and you give him an awkward smile and a nod, trying to some off as reassuring maybe? Not threatening at least.

He moves to start clearing the fridge of old food and other undesirables and your coffee finally finishes. You turn to him again as he rifles through the shelves, “Could you pass me the creamer while you’re in there?”

“Uh, yes! Creamer, in here. The creamer in the—here you are, for you.” He seemed flushed at the request, but you were pretty sure he always looked like that if his demeanor was anything to go by; nervous and wet. You thanked him as he passed it over, almost dropping it as it prematurely slipped from his hand as it barely reached yours. He let out a shaky chuckle and slightly too toothy grin as it safely passed to your grip, water beading down his chin, then turned right back to the fridge and stuck his face just a little too far in there to hide his rapidly reddening cheeks.

𓆝⋆.˚ The poor guy was mortified. His ears burned and he felt like he was going to vomit. He finally talked to you and it went like THAT?! Right after you left to head back to your desk he was kicking himself.

𓆝⋆.˚ You probably started chatting him up more as you saw him around more often; passing through the halls, in the break room, whatever.

𓆝⋆.˚ I’ve completely lost my train of thought, we’re skipping to the fun stuff. Established relationship by this point.

𓆝⋆.˚ He’s a tits and tummy guy, hands down. Tits gender neutral by the way, he’d thirst over any/all of it. Easily one of his favorite places to rest his hands. Any sort of muffin top he’s a goner dude he’s so down bad.

𓆝⋆.˚ Also, back rolls? He thinks it’s the perfect spot to slot his hands into, why would they be there if not for grabbing?

𓆝⋆.˚ Likes to run his fingers along your stretch marks, does it like he’s trying to commit every dip, scar, and mark to memory (he is). He is so so so gentle always, made you cry the first time he did it…

Pleasant sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds. Herman’s hands gently traced mindless shapes along your bare back and hips, slender fingers following the grooves and bumps of the stretch marks that crawled up the sides of you. A deep breath came from you as you started to wake, and a small giggle escaped as his hands brushed over a particularly ticklish spot. Grabbing one of his hands, you softly bring it away from your sides and to your lips, planting kisses along each of his knuckles. Heat rose to his cheeks, his face down to his neck turning red. Water pooled in the plastic covered bed, but you didn’t mind all too much. His free hand continued its journey mapping your body, a content sigh leaving the both of you as you settled back into him, water gently dribbling down your skin from his fingertips.

𓆝⋆.˚ Loves resting his head where your chest and belly meet. It’s soft and warm and I think he’d be a little into hearing your insides; it’s grounding, you’re real and alive and have a pulse and skin and you breathe and everything! He’d crawl into your skin if he could.

𓆝⋆.˚ Spewed water like he just got out of a centrifuge the first time you guys had a pool date. You were horrified, already insecure and now he just barfed up water about seeing you in your swimsuit? You knew you were big but you didn’t think it warranted a vomit about it. So much backpedaling from his end, accumulating in some fumbled cross between an apology and a compliment. He’s just scared and thinks you’re so so hot please be nice to him.

𓆝⋆.˚ Hnmgf he’d be all over you literally all the time, as much as you’d let him at least. HOWEVER, not too big into PDA. Hand holding and a chaste kiss are all well and fine, but anything more in public would probably kill him. I think he just wouldn’t survive the aura of it, like he’d get vaporized on the spot.

𓆝⋆.˚ In private? Monster. Pervert. Horrible beast. His nasty little wet paws are all over and you can’t stop him. Again, gropes your stomach the worst, absolutely loves the lower pooch. Chest is a close second, he’s so terrible. But it just fits so perfectly in his hand! Like you were made for him!

𓆝⋆.˚ Loves to kiss all over your face and tummy, also loves it when you kiss all over his face back. Unsure how he’d feel about a tummy kiss, depends on the circumstances methinks. Drools on you as well. Like a lot.

𓆝⋆.˚ Also an enjoyer of resting on your thighs and tucking himself up under your arm, I’m talking full nasty his face is all up in your armpit. When you ask him about it he just says it smells like you in there (no shit???).

𓆝⋆.˚ Everything about you is just so appealing to him. What’s not to like?