˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

your heart sank. when did he download this? there was no reason to. you loved sammy's body, he didn't need to lose any weight. what he looked like now was what attracted you to him in the first place.

you were fully awake, pouting and confused when sammy walked out of the bathroom. fully dressed in sweats and a t-shirt of course, because in the 5 months you'd been dating, he had never changed in front of you once. he also liked to keep his shirt on during sex and the lights off, having you face away from him or be on top.

"sammy, whats this?" you held the phone out to him, notification lit up brightly on the screen as he padded over to the bed. even in the dark room, you see sammy's plump cheeks go splotchy with pink.

he snatches back the phone and drops it on the wooden table, keeping distance between you as he stands next to your side of the bed, "nothing baby its just..." he scratches the back of his neck and sighs, "the guys at work were y'know.. makin' comments and stuff about, uh, my weight."

you balk and shoot up onto your knees, utterly offended. "what?! that's awful sammy!" he stuffs his hands in his pockets when you shuffle over to him and rub at his shoulders. he sounds so defeated that you want to cry, "no they're right sweetheart. i gotta do somethin' about it."

you bring your hands to his caress his chest, knowing that he won't let you go any lower towards the belly pudge that he never lets you feel in missionary. "you don't need to change anything about you sammy. i love the way you look." he scrunches his freckled face in disbelief, cringing as if you'd said the exact opposite. " 's alright baby, you don't have'ta lie." you huff when he grabs your hands, stopping their descent to his soft belly.

"i'm not lying." deciding words wont work, you shift on your knees, leaning forward to press kisses to his neck. you feel yourself get needy even just having him in the same room as you."i love your body sammy." his breath hitches at your words and warm lips that trail to his round jaw.

"i love you under me, i love you against me, and i love you inside of me." he lets out a broken sort of sound when he drops your hands. you push past the ache of sadness in your chest when you run your hands along his stomach and you feel him suck in.

you peck at his chubby cheeks then his lips, trying to pour all the want you feel for him into the kiss. you break away with a heavy breath to reassure him. "i love your body sammy... it gets me so wet." his eyed widen, fingers tightening at your side. "y-yeah?" you nod as you grab his meaty hand, moving it to cup the center of your dampened panties. "feel."

sammy groans when he runs his swollen fingers along where you're dripping for him. "jesus baby, y-youre soaked." you nod again and kiss at his face, "all for you sammy. for all of you." he whines before surging forward, catching your lips in his and falling on top of you onto your bed.

instantly your legs circle his thick waist, you gasp when you feel his heavy erection rub your aching cunt. he grinds his hips into yours as you whimper, both of you pawing at each others bottoms to try to shove them aside.

once your panties and top have been discarded, your hands grip the bottom of sammy's t-shirt. he freezes mid kiss on your breast as you start to pull, he reaches to tug the fabric back down before you've even gotten to his belly button. "baby- i don't-" "please sammy." you whine, rolling your hips against his boxers that you've left a wet patch on. "wanna see you. please."

he buries his face into your neck, curls tickling your cheek as he places a weak kiss to your collarbone before whispering. "o-okay. you can take it off." you hum contently as he loosely lifts up his arms for you to pull his shirt off as he kicks off his boxers.

you don't bother holding back the loud moan that sounds from you when you feel his round stomach press against yours. you loved how intimate it felt, the warm curve of his belly fitting like a puzzle piece on top of yours. "feels so good sammy." you whimper onto his lips, and he doesn't know if you're talking about him being completely naked for the first time, or his fat cock pushing into you.

in reality, it's both that have you panting like a dog in heat, running your hands all over the exposed freckled skin of his back and stomach while whining and hiccuping about his length stretching you out enough to brim tears in your eyes.

you're already embarrassingly close just from feeling his soft body bare on yours and the position that he finally allows you to stay in. your legs are wrapped boa constrictor tight around his waist, crying out when he grinds as deep as he can and you feel his coarse pubes rub against your sensitive clit.

you babble as he kisses at your throat, his thrusting turning animalistic. "sammy- feels so good- so good! oh god-!" each moan of yours has your boyfriend feeling more confident, in a matter of minutes he's pulling back to gaze down at you, letting you see his blushy chubby cheeks and the bouncing of his cushy chest instead of hiding in the crook of your neck to make himself seem smaller.

your unfocused eyes catch on his tummy and you whimper, clenching around him in a way that has his hips stuttering. you claw at the pudge, trying to bring him back to press himself against you to feel the proof that you treat him well enough for him to physically wear it.

"does- fuck- does that feel nice sweetheart?" he asks nervously even though you've been screaming about it this entire time. you're soo close, gut twisting in pleasure as you kiss whatever part of him is closest, licking the words onto his thick, sweaty neck, "yes- feels s'good! love y-your body sammy. loveyouloveyou!" he curses as he pushes your legs back until your knees hit your chest and his cock drives even deeper.

you're coming instantly when the head of him hits a soft spot that makes you choke on air, moaning praises and his name until sammy's right there with you, groaning and squeezing his hazel eyes shut tight. both of you shudder and pant iloveyou's against each others lips as you're filled until he's dripping out of you.

once his thrusts slow to a stop, his hefty frame collapses on top of you with one final whimper of your name. you stay lying there for a while, wrapped in each other and lazily running your hands on the warm skin you're entangled in.

sammy moves to withdraw his softening cock and you whine, tightening your ankles at his back. you grip his curls and force him to meet your eyes, pouting through your voice thats hoarse from moaning his name, "i don't want you to lose weight."

he huffs a laugh, surprised you even remembered how this all started. sammy nods and places a soft kiss to your lips, "if you let me pull out and get you some water, i'll delete the app right now then we can go again baby."

Tonight, you've stepped up to the task of making sure he gets a good night's rest. You start off your bedtime routine with a shower. Lathering soap along his skin, over the broad expanse of his back, along his shoulders, down his arms. He relaxes gradually like putty warming between your palms. You massage shampoo into his scalp, and gently instruct him to tip his head back as you rinse the suds from his curls.

Once you've dried off, you guide him to lay down across the bed, and snatch up the bottle of oil you picked up from the store for the occasion. The moment you lay your hands on his body, he tenses up, but you start off slow. A languid introduction of your hands atop his shoulders, oil smoothing the glide as they slide over him and push down his freckled back. It's all gristle and knots, tension wound deep and aching.

When you withdraw your touch, he whines, but in an instant your soft hands are back on him, repeating the introductory touch before bringing your hands back up and bracing an open fist against him. He expels a groan as you push your hands down again, scooping up all that tense rigidity and dispelling it. You work him over until his grunts and groans fizzle out, and his body has gone limp and listless.

As quietly as you can, and trying your best not to jostle him too much, you click off the bedside lamp. You can't help your smile as you lay down. For once, he looks at peace—the perpetual furrow between his brow uncinched and the lines of his face smoothed beneath a blanket of relaxation that you draped over him. You fall asleep proud of what you've accomplished.

Something jerks beside you. You hum, groggy and caught halfway between consciousness and sleep as you turn on the lamp. Warm light illuminates your surroundings. Andrew has sat up in bed, sweaty and frazzled. Eyes like glass, swimming with the threat of tears. You don't waste a second in pulling him into your arms. He grapples at your waist, clawing at the fabric of your sleep shirt. His head falls to the swan of your neck, obscuring his face as the tears begin to streak down his cheeks, dampening your supple skin. You pet his hair, carding your fingers through his curls, stopping to cup the back of his head. You act as a shield to whatever terrors threaten to chase him into this waking realm.

"Oh, poor thing," you coo, lips ghosting the crown of his head. A whimper is muffled against the column of your throat. He holds you tight, and tethers himself to you as though you might come unstitched. But you would ever extract yourself from his arms—not when he threatens to shake apart in yours. "It's okay, you're safe."

"'M sorry—I know you wanted me to—" he hiccups.

"Don't apologize, not for this, Andrew." He lifts his head to meet your gaze as you speak. "You got a good couple hours, didn't you?"

His lip quivers but he nods. "Yeah…"

"It's progress, and any progress is a good thing," you say, pressing your lips to his temple, "there's always tomorrow."

You vowed that you would help him get a good night's rest, and this won't stop you from continuing to try.

Check out my 1k follower celebration here!