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Pope Cody who’s spent his whole life around mindlessly muscular and strong men, who never really had to work hard for those abs, who just had em. Who finds a soft belly to be the ultimate display of femininity. You’re not supposed to look like him, why would he ever want that? Women are supposed to have bellies. For babies and stuff, he doesn’t know okay.

All he knows is he fucking loves it.

At first you were self conscious about it. Popes Staring never bothered you, maybe it turned you on a little. But when you’d see his eyes on your stomach you’d panic a little. Sit up straighter and adjust your clothes. He hated that.

He always was touching it. Standing on line? Hand on your tummy. Cuddling? Arm around it, hand on it. Sex? Don’t get him started about sex. He’s the worst when it comes to sex. Kissing it, staring at it, watching it giggle and shift with each hard thrust, seeing his cock make it bulge out just a little. Your tits are right there, but he’s focused elsewhere.

Eventually you ask him if he thinks you’re fat. And then you have the balls to tell him, like it’s your place, that he doesn’t like it. Because he stares at it. He gets a bit pissed. “I stare at it because it’s sexy. Don’t tell me what I like.”

You swallow the fact, as hard as it is to believe. Becuase Pope wouldn’t lie to spare your feelings. He’s Pope.

But it becomes more explicit and obvious.

Bathing suit shopping he sees you only looking at one pieces and asks why. Maybe there’s a reason you do that. You look at him like it’s obvious. “No one wants to see that.” “I want to see it.” He says like it’s obvious. “Whats the point in showing off your stomach if there’s nothing to show” he says like it’s obvious. Like the opposite isn’t the common belief.

You wear low rise jeans and he thanks every god he’s ever heard off. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen. You’re a bit shy but he’s feral. “Muffin top” you complain about. He throws his head back and laughs. “And that’s the only part of the muffin anyone likes.”. Well. Who can argue with that logic.

lady in blue

soft hucklerobby where dennis has his arms wrapped round robby's neck and legs wrapped round his hips so that there's no space in between their bodies, pressed together and allowing robby to roll his hips instead of thrust. gentle, unrelenting pressure and fullness making dennis whimper and sniffle under robby's loving gaze, and making robby groan at the delicious heat of his boyfriend.

Dennis rubbing his cheek agaisnt Robby's hairy tummy and just loving the sensory feeling.

Robby always getting flustered and protesting his boy being so intimate with his body, but always giving Dennis what he wants and never pushing him off.

Jack loving to grab Robby's slight Muffin top and just groaping him.

Jack kneeding at the fat just under Robby's shirts when he snakes his arms around the taller man to hug or hold him.

Robby who has long since stopped trying to wrestle Jack off since he knows damn well its not a fight he's winning