🔞Fun and Dumb🔞

it’s okay, you’re okay, i’m not mad. just get over here- i’ve gotta touch you right now.

yeah, straddle my hips just like that. fuck, you’re even rounder when you’re right in front of me. lemme hike your top up so i can really see you.

your belly’s so stretched, so huge. you must’ve eaten good, huh. maybe even the whole fridge. hey, don’t whine like that, you know what you did. it’s not teasing if i’m telling the truth.

your bare belly is so tight under my hands. even rubbing light circles is scaring me a little, what if you pop?

harder? really? aw, i can hear how loud your stomach’s getting, you’re probably desperate for relief. with the way you keep pushing that belly out into my palms, how could i say no?

yeah, you needed this. harder circles, pressing my fingertips into the taut skin with each pass. wanna show me how much you like this? you’re keeping all these noises inside, are you embarrassed? you can do better, c’mon i wanna hear you.

yes that’s it, you’re so fucking noisy. don’t you know it turns me on when you’re turned on too? all these moans and whimpers, you’re like a puppy. and i didn’t forget about this belly being noisy too. i can feel the grumbling under my hands.

relax for me, just take it. i know your cheeks are burning, i know you wanna just hide away. but you can’t, ‘cause you know that i love when you’re like this. all full and vulnerable, can’t do anything but whine about how much you ate while i caress you like this. so just relax.

what’ll happen when i rub you on top like this, where you’re the tightest. fuck, that’s a huge burp. and you won’t stop. i know it hurts, but if i don’t press right here you won’t feel better.

and this bellybutton. fuck. you’re so bloated, it’s all shallow now. if i pass my thumb over it…

shit, what a beautiful sound you just made. is it sensitive there? it’s all red around this area, there must be so much pressure right now. i know you like it when i press my finger there. when i dig into it and flick my nail over the knot. this bellybutton used to be so deep, and now you’re stuffed so much it’s about to pop. so hot.

hey, slow down, you’re moving too much. you keep squirming around in my lap. cute.

placing my hand on your lower back while we walk to keep you close, make sure people don't bump into you. leaning in close to confirm a suspicion— you're using a different shampoo. ("how'd you know?" you laugh, surprised that i even remembered what the old one smelled like. i just noticed. i always notice.) bumping my knee against your thigh under the table and smoothing over the spot with my palm, and you don't say anything, still smiling as we talk so i leave my hand there, let it ride higher, closer and closer.

it's only a matter of time before i'm kissing your neck, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other slides down, down, and your breath catches in your throat, eyelids fluttering. it shouldn't feel so good, should it? our other friends are in the living room, probably wondering what's taking us so long, and they'll definitely notice the hickey i left just above the collar of your shirt. but you like it, you like the thrill when i stuff my fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet, other hand working underneath your underwear.