#plus sized!reader

“Hey there!” A rather cheery voice sounded from the otherside of the closed lift door. “Everyone okay in there?”

“I-” you tried, voice cracking and causing you to pause in order to clear it. Great, this is going well already. “I’m fine. It’s- erm, it’s just me in here.”

“Brilliant.” The voice sounded again, apparently not nearly as concerned about any of this as you were. “Now, you’re going to hear us fussing a bit over here, but don’t mind us, alright? We’re going to start with getting the door open, but the doors have a few layers we need to get through to get to you. Sound alright?”

“Alright.” You offered warily, and you’re not sure why, but you could almost sense the beaming smile being directed at you through the (multi-layered) lift doors. 

“That’s great, sweetheart; I’ll be quick.” 

You did, indeed, hear some fussing from the otherside of the door; the sound of metal, latches being shifted, doors being shoved aside, more latches, another click, a grinding sound, and then-

“There you are!”

The messiest head of curls you’d ever seen shoved its way into your enclosure, paired with a rather charming pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses and a beaming smile that produced matching dimples on either cheek. 

“Hi…”

The man’s smile softened slightly at the sight of you before he seemed to remember himself. 

“Sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself yet; how rude. My name’s James, I’m here with the fire department.”

“Hi James.” You greeted, though you felt the blood drain from your face when you registered the fact that James was currently just a head and shoulders floating approximately four feet above you, with a gap of maybe four feet above him meaning you were going to have to be hoisted out of the lift and you were going to be shoved through a tight opening in front of the various boots and shoes – likely attached to human bodies – that you could see walking behind James’ head. 

“Hi. What’s your name, gorgeous?” James tried. You offered your name in turn, but it must have been clear on your face that you were more focused on how exactly you were meant to get the fuck out of here.

“Hey, you leave the hard work to me, yeah?” James tried, his dimples making another appearance as he smiled encouragingly at you seeing the corners of his eyes crinkling in response. “Getting you out of here is my job, you just keep being your beautiful self.”

“How are you going to get me out of here?” You asked; ignoring the rather brazen flirting for a professional as well as the way your heart fluttered in response to it in favour of performing intricate maths equations in your head which ultimately concluded that you were going to live in this lift now. 

“It’s not too high, yeah? I figure you’ll be able to turn around and put your back here,” he explained, slapping the concrete wall of the lift between floors with a bare hand, “I’ll get my hand under your arms and around your torso, and then hoist you up.” 

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, apparently translating how much you did not enjoy this plan. 

“What?” He queried, tilting his head like a cocker spaniel. “Don’t you trust me?”

You let out a high-pitched, startled laugh as you looked back down at where his hand rested against the exposed concrete. You felt that – despite only knowing James for all of two and a half minutes – you probably could trust him. But…

“I don’t know…” 

“That’s alright, sweetness,” James shrugged with a smile, “Fortunately for you, I do know. You ready?”

Another laugh – bordering hysterical – left your lips as you took a small step towards him. “I’m pretty heavy.”

James’ brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before he seemed to realize what your hold up was. Suddenly he was smiling rather salaciously at you. 

“Well, I’m pretty strong.” He offered with a wink.

It managed to elicit another laugh out of you, which seemed to please James. You watched his smile soften as he beckoned you closer. 

“Come on gorgeous, let’s get you out of here, hm? I couldn’t live with myself if  I left such a pretty girl stranded in a finicky lift.”

Reminding God that you would have some choice words for her later, you conceded to the protection of this guardian angel; following his instructions as he embraced you with two strong arms, promising one last time that “he’s got you” before he hoisted you up and out of the lift. 

the song starts out low—soft, scratchy through peter’s ancient record player, like it’s been dragged through time a few extra decades just to land here.

you’re half-paying attention at first, flipping through a comic peter let you borrow, legs tossed over his lap while he sprawls sideways across the couch.

then..

rhiannon rings like a bell through the night…

your thumb stops mid-flip. “…wait,” you murmur.

peter hums along, off-key but committed, tapping your ankle absentmindedly. “mm?”

“..that name..”

“huh?” he glances over, distracted, still half in the song.

“rhiannon..”

“…yeah?” he says, like he’s trying to figure out the problem.

you stare at the page, but you’re not seeing it anymore. “…that’s a really nice name.”

peter squints at you a little. “m’kay…”

“no, no, like—” you shift, sitting up just slightly. “It’s really nice.”

“…you good?” he asks, brow slightly furrowed.

you hesitate. that alone is enough to make him pay attention now. “I dunno,” you mutter. he nudges your leg. “uh-huh,”

you sigh, dropping the comic onto your stomach. “I just—fuck, this is gonna sound stupid.”

“c’mon, hit me babe.” he murmurs.

you rub your face. “…it sounds like a girls name.”

peter huffs a quiet breath. “well. yeah—”

you shoot him a look. “not helpful,”

“okay, okay—my bad, keep going, y’just gotta be a little more specific.”

you hesitate again, then just push through it. “It sounds like a little girl’s name.”

he goes quiet for a second, “…anddd?” he prompts.

you exhale slowly, already irritated. “and I don’t even like kids. I’ve never liked kids. you know that.”

“yeah,” he says. “I know.”

“I don’t want them. not now, not later, not ‘maybe someday,’ none of it.”

“got it, babe.”

you drag a hand through your hair, already wound up. “..so why the hell did my brain just go ‘oh, that’d be cute’? Like—where did that even come from?” peter shifts under you, sitting up more a bit. “…you thought that?” he asks, more focused now.

“yes,” you snap. “for like half a second, but it was there, and now I can’t unthink it and it’s pissing me off.”

he exhales through his nose, glancing off to the side like he’s trying to line up what to say. “…what’d she look like?” he asks.

“why does that matter?” you quickly reply.

“because, it does,” he says, a little firmer. “you don’t get this all worked up over nothing.”

you stare at him for a second, then look away.

“…small, of course.” you admit. “runnin’ around.”

his mouth twitches. “fast?”

you give him a flat look. “…obviously.”

“hell yeah,” he mutters under his breath, almost automatic, then catches himself and clears his throat. “continue?”

you stifle a small laugh, but keep going. “she was loud. laughing. like—really laughing.”

he nods once, like he’s actually picturing it.

you shake your head, “and, it didn’t annoy me. that’s the problem.” peter leans back slightly, “…okay,” he says, slower. “sooo, you had one thought that didn’t suck.”

“peter, that’s not how this works,” you fire back. “I don’t do ‘one thought.’ It’s always been a no.”

“it’s alright, people change their minds all the time,” he says.

you press your lips together in a line, energy buzzing under your skin. “It’s just—what if that means something?” you say. “what if this turns into a whole thing and suddenly I’m— I don’t know—rethinking everything and—”

“hey,”

you don’t stop. “—and I don’t wanna rethink everything, I was fine with how it was and now it’s like my brain just—”

“y/n,” he says again,

you keep going anyway. “—threw this at me and now I can’t just ignore it because it didn’t feel bad and that’s—”

his hands catch your arms—not rough, just enough to snap you out of it. “jeez—breathe for a second,” he says.

“I am breathing—”

“no, you’re not—fuckin’ liar.” he muttered, no real bite to it. “you’re spiraling, like, crazy, and y’know that freaks me out.” he continued, direct. you open your mouth to argue and he leans in, kissing you.

It’s quick at first, more of an interruption than anything, but it works. your words cut off mid-sentence, the momentum breaking just enough for your brain to stumble.

you pull back slightly, frowning. “pete—” he kisses you again, slower this time.

“peter, quit it—” you try, turning your head a little, but he follows, one hand sliding up to your jaw, not forcing, just steady.

“your overthinkinggg,” he murmured against your mouth before kissing you again.

you let out a frustrated huff that melts halfway into it, “I’m serious,” you mumble, but it comes out weaker now.

“you always are.” he says, softer this time, not letting go.

there’s a beat where you just sit there, your hands half-raised like you’re not sure whether to push him away or grab onto him. “…it doesn’t mean you have to decide anything right now,” he adds, quieter.

you don’t respond immediately. “…I don’t like it,” you admit.

“I know,” he muttered, giving a quick kiss to your cheek.

“feels like I’m losing my mind over one stupid name.” you continue. his thumb brushed lightly along your jaw as you spoke. “…it’s not that stupid if it got you like this.”

you roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it.

“…rhiannons still a good name,” you mutter.

“for sure,”

you glance up at him. “…you’d actually want that?”

he hesitates—but not in a dodging way. just thinking.

“…eventually?” he says. “I think I would.”

your stomach flips, just a little. “…we’re not having a kid,” you say quickly.

“kay,” he answers just as fast.

you narrow your eyes. “that was.. too easy.”

he sighs, one corner of his mouth pulling up. “y’want me to argue with you right now? that’ll go great.”

“…no.”

“ ‘didn’t think so.”

The dive bar wasn't the most ideal place to be but your friends insisted on going since it was sponsored by a superhero team and they were practically beaming at the idea of hitching a date with one. The bar was warm; wooden panelling everywhere with neon lights and signs hung up, a few memorabilia of various battles and gadgets of different heroes. The stench of beer was strong as it was mostly men swarming the seats and dance floor, taking up space just. Standing around. No one is dancing to the music or doing much besides standing and maybe tapping their foot, or hogging up the pool table.

You sighed, nursing your drink - it was the fruitiest thing they had - a lemonade. How exciting but you couldn't really be surprised by your options; you didn't want to drink. Keeping an eye on your friends as they were being shown how to play pool by some eager men. You were used to having to stand and keep watch usually, the one who carried the bag full of spare pads or ibuprofen. The designated driver. It's not that you didn't like being that security for your friends ,but you were hoping to let loose a little every now and again, even if that was with a sneaky shit of vodka and that's all. Not everyone was overly daring. But it seems they just assumed you'd be taking the role of the sober friend again.

It's been so long since you've been drunk. You can't even remember what it was like.

Meanwhile, Guy was in his element. Surrounded by admirers, both men and women alike. He was holding court at the bar, regaling them with tales of his heroics and adventures. His voice boomed over the music, his laughter echoing through the bar. He was in his element, basking in the attention and adoration. He was just about to launch into another story when his eyes fell upon you.

You were a sight to behold. Big, large and needed a man in charge. And he was that man. He liked a girl with plenty of meat on her bones. More to squeeze. More to love.

Guy downed the rest of his drink and made his way over to you, his strides long and purposeful. He sidled up next to you at the bar, his arm brushing against yours. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your cheek as he spoke.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A pretty little thing like you, all alone in a place like this. Shouldn't you be out there, dancing and having fun with your friends?" He gestured towards the sparse dance floor with a nod of his head.

His voice was a low rumble, gravelly with a small nasally twang, a deep baritone that seemed to reverberate through your very bones. His eyes, a striking blue even in the dim light of the bar, gazed into yours with an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

"I'm Guy. I'm sure you've heard of me. I'm the leader of the Justice Gang, the greatest superhero team on Earth. And you are...?" He trailed off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. His smile was a crooked, cocky grin. Like he already knew where this conversation would lead.

you blinked in surprise, lips parting just inches away from the rim of your drink. There was no way this was happening. That a superhero was talking to you! you peered over to your friends at the pool table, all of them too wrapped up drinking and flirting to notice. You turned to Guy, sheepish as you fiddled with your drink.

You gave him your name with a small pause, biting down on your bottom lip for a second, your teeth tugging on it making it spring free as you spoke again. "I'm the... person you call when you wanna file a complaint to." you couldn't really muster any false confidence; compared to him you were painfully civilian.

Guy threw his head back and laughed, a hearty, booming sound that drew the attention of a few nearby patrons. Letting out an unflattering snort. He leaned in closer to you, his hand coming to rest on the bar next to your drink, his fingers brushing against yours.

"A complaint hotline, huh? Well, there's certainly gonna be a few noise complaints from how loud you'll be moaning my name tonight," he winked. His eyes sparkled with shameless want, you could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.

He signaled the bartender for another drink, not taking his eyes off you. When the bartender set the drink down in front of him, he picked it up and took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. He was close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath, could see the faint stubble on his jaw in the neon light of the bar. The crows feet at the edges of his eyes were already visible.

He set his drink down and leaned in even closer, his lips just inches from your ear. His hand came to rest on your waist, his fingers splaying out over the soft curve of your hip. "would you like that sweetheart? Wanna take this old man for a nice hard ride?"

You've heard all about Guy's... attitude. A real bad boy. Cocky, rude, flirtatious. A real rockstar of being a hero. Tragically; you had a thing for bad boys. For men who just didn't understand their place. Who liked groping before even knowing your favorite color.

you took a sip of your drink, peering over at your friend's. "I don't know...I told my friends I'd drive them home."

Guy's hand tightened on your hip instantly. Like a spoiled child clinging to their favorite toy. A possessive gesture that made your stomach twist.

"Aw, c'mon sweetheart. Live a little. Your friends will be just fine. They've got plenty of company to keep them entertained." His other hand gestured vaguely towards the pool table where your friends were still giggling and flirting with their new admirers. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. The amber liquid burned its way down his throat, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze. He set the glass down with a thud.

"I'll even call a cab for them, pay for it and all - make sure they get home safe." His hand slid up from your hip to the small of your back, caressing along the skin through your clothes. "That works for you, baby?"

He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. His breath was hot and heavy, sending shivers down your spine. A gentle graze of his teeth against your jaw made your spine straighten faster than a spring.

But you had to think; it was kind of him to offer and with a hero using his contacts, you were sure your friends would get home safe and sound. So after a second moment of thought, you finally nodded. "It does work for me." you responded, setting your drink down as your eyes raked over his face. Raising a hand to stroke over his cheek with the back of your hand, feeling the rough sideburns against your knuckles.

"That's really sweet of you, thank you."

Guy's eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch, a soft rumble escaping his throat. It was a sound of pure male satisfaction, receiving praise was addictive for him. He turned his head to press a kiss to your palm, his lips lingering on your skin. When he opened his eyes again, there was a gnawing hunger.

"Honey, I'm not sweet. But I am gonna make you feel so fucking good in the dirtiest way possible." He moved away from the bar, pulling you along with him. He tossed a few bills on the bar, more than enough to cover your drinks and a generous tip. He kept one hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the door.

As you stepped out into the cool night air, Guy pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and barked out orders to someone on the other end, arranging for a cab, telling them to come in a few hours, to pick up your friends and take them home safely. He hung up and tucked his phone away, turning to face you with a wicked grin.

"All taken care of. Now, let's get out of here." He draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling your close as he started walking down the street.

The neon lights of the bar faded behind them, replaced by the soft glow of the streetlights. The air was cool and crisp, a refreshing change from the stuffy warmth of the bar. Guy led you down a long stretch of alleyway, away from the busy main drag. He stopped in front of a nondescript door, graffiti tagged on the metal. He pressed his ring to it and grinned as it slid open, revealing a dimly lit staircase leading up.

Guy uyoured your inside, his hand on the small of your back. As you two climbed the stairs, he was making sure he was getting as much of an eyeful that he could of that fat ass in those jeans. "Welcome to my little hideout, sweetheart. You're entering the sexy station with the Gardner express." He landed a hard smack on your rear.

You jumped at the sudden smack, jogging slightly up the steps as you felt your heart race. your stomach twisting in anticipation as you allowed him to lead you along. Which only made Guy chuckle at your reaction. He gave your ass another firm squeeze as you reached the top of the stairs, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He pushed open the door at the top and shoved your inside, revealing a loft apartment.

The space was sparsely furnished, with a large worn leather couch and a box-y TV perched by the opposite wall. A pool table stood in the corner, The walls were adorned with posters of Guy's various exploits, photos of him posing with adoring fans, and newspaper clippings chronicling his heroic deeds. A string of orange tinted fairy lights strung along the wall keeping a mellow dim hue, warm light that was easy on the eyes.

But the most striking feature of the room was the bed that dominated the far wall. A barred headboard with dark bedsheets and a blanket cover that was an emerald green.

Guy kicked off his boots and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair, then turned to face you. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every curve and dip. He licked his lips.

"Welcome to my love shack." His hands slid up from your hips to the hem of your sweater. In one swift motion, he pulled it up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, clad now in just your lacy bra and jeans. A low whistle escaped him.

"Fuck, were you planning to be taken home, baby?" He taunted. His hands came up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks of your nipples through the thin lace. He could feel them hardening under his touch, relishing in the weight of them in his palms.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the column of your throat. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin, his tongue flicking out to taste it. His hands slid down to your sides, over the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and tugged, pulling your flush against him. your back pressed to his chest.

you moaned, melting into the touch as you grasped his greedy hands. "I wasn't expecting it.. but I wanted to feel sexy." you let out a small chuckle, peering at him from over your shoulder.

Guy grinned wickedly at your admission, his eyes gleaming with triumph and lust. He spun you around to face him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He stalked forward making you walk backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed, then he shoved you down onto the mattress. He loomed over you.

"Well, mission fucking accompliyoud, sweetheart. you look good enough to eat." He crawled onto the bed, settling his weight between your spread thighs. He could feel the heat of your core, even through the denim of your jeans. He ground his hips against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock straining against his pants.

His hands slid up your sides, over the soft swell of your breasts. He unhooked your bra with deft fingers, tossing it aside to join your sweater on the floor. He leaned down, his mouth hot and open against the soft peak of your nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You immediately arched into his mouth, moaning as you breathed out a soft ‘good boy’. His hand came up to palm your other breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers. All the while, he was grinding his hips against yours, the friction of his jeans against your clothed sex was maddening. He could feel you getting wetter by the second, a damp spot forming on the crotch of your jeans.

He pulled back, his chest heaving, his lips wet and swollen. He looked up at you with a wicked grin, licking his lips. "Tell me what you want, baby, let me make you feel all good and wet.”

"Well you did ask if I wanted to ride..." you mused, panting softly as you stared down at him. your foot dragging along his leg as you reached your hand out, tugging on the belt of his jeans as your eyes flickered further down to the bulge pressing against his fly.

"I think I want to get on board-" you began to crawl your fingers up his chest as you tugged on his belt with a harsh yank to make him come closer. "That Gardner express."

You suddenly flipped him over, which made him let out a surprised grunt, the demure air that's clung to your evaporated as you undid your jeans, shimmying out of them as you let out a few grunts, the fabric hugging too tight at certain curves. Straddling his hips with your hovering above, reaching behind you to undo your bra, pulling it off your plump form making your breast drop with a bounce. Peeling underwear downwards and throwing them somewhere to the side.

Suddenly, you yanked his buttons open, practically ripping the fly open as you bit down on your bottom lip. He swallowed hard, his cock twitching eagerly as you dragged down the fabric of his jeans. He lifted his hips to aid you, making his thick length spring free to slap against his belly. He was already rock hard, the thick shaft a deep, angry red at the bulbous head. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping down onto his belly.

Obviously, there was no underwear in sight. "You're naughty.”

He liked when a lady took control but he wasn't expecting this. He stared, transfixed, at your exposed breasts. They were even more perfect than he had imagined, full and round with perked nipples that were already hardened into tight peaks. Guy's chest was heaving, his breathing ragged as he stared up at you with a mix of surprise and lust. He reached up to cup your breasts, his hands engulfing the soft mounds. He squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. They pebbled even further under his touch, drawing a gasp from your lips.

"What? are ya gonna punish me?" He teased, his hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he ground his cock against your slick folds. He could feel how wet you were, so ready for him. The head of his cock caught on your entrance. He could feel the pudge of your pussy. His favourite. Chubby juicy pussy. Nice soft cushioning and tight grip on his cock.

You blinked. Your cheeks flushed, sliding his shirt up and over his head. Letting out an approving hum. "Something like that."

Your fingers flicked his nipple, testing its sensitivity. Pinching them both as you cooed. Grinding your wet folds along his cock, just using the hard veins to give your pleasure as your clit bumped against them. Teasingly pressing your hips down, making the head of his cock just barely push into your hole before slipping out making his hips eagerly jerk as he humped up into you, hoping to get more of what he wanted.

"I should probably make you wear a condom.." you mused, tilting your head as if you were actually considering it.

Guy's breath caught in his throat. Freezing. His brows furrowed, a look of confusion and slight offense flashing across his face. His hands tightened on your hips, stopping your movements.

"What- no- I mean I can-" he scrambled. Not expecting it, not when your pussy was already sliding against his cock so deliciously. "But I'm all clean. Hell, I'll even pull out." He tried to coax, rubbing along your ass as he squeezed and pawed at your chubs and rolls.

"but are you willing to beg for me to let you fuck me raw?" your voice was sickly sweet, and yet it was more like a dark honey, bitter to Guy's ear as he groaned at the mere thought of begging. Wiggling your hips side to side, circling Guy's nipples, giving them another tight pinch.

this sweet little thing, straddling him so boldly, teasing him mercilessly, and now you wanted him to beg? Him, Guy Gardner, the great and powerful Green Lantern?

But as you continued to grind against him, your slick heat sliding along his aching cock, your fingers pinching and tugging at his nipples, he could feel his resolve weakening. He was already so close to the edge, so desperate to bury himself inside your tight, wet pussy. The thought of spilling his cum deep inside you, watching it drool out of your quivering pussy, it was almost too much to bear.

You grinned, enjoying the signs of his bravado crumbling. Leaning back forcing his cock to spring back towards his tummy with a hiss from him. You smacked your hand down onto the flushed head of his cock. “Beg.” You ordered with a heat to your voice that made him shudder.

Guy let out a strangled groan. The sharp sting of the slap made his hips jerk forward, his cock throbbing hard against your palm. He could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft, making it swell and twitch with need. “Oh fuck..”

You gave the tip a caress to soothe where you slapped. His hips rocking into your hand as you stroked him. He knew what he had to do and it made his brain roll around in defiance like a spoiled brat, screaming and rolling on the floor not wanting to do what was asked but it was a good thing his brain wasn't in charge of his actions at the moment. All thinking was happening with his cock.

He huffed heavily through his nose. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and desperate, his voice a low, needy rumble. "C'mon honey. let me fuck you raw. I need to feel your tight juicy cunt squeezing my cock, bet a plump pussy like that will feel so good..."

His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard. He pulled your hips down, grinding your clit against the base of his cock as he bucked up into you. He was panting now, his chest rising and falling heavily, his skin flushed and damp with sweat. His brows twitching, feeling his cock almost slip into your cunt, groaning in frustration as he slipped out once again.

"Please, sweetheart. I'm- I need it. Let me fuck you raw. Wanna make you feel good, baby. Let me feel it." His voice was a desperate, needy whine, a far cry from the cocky, arrogant tone he usually used. In that moment, he was completely at your mercy.

Listening to his words grow more needy made your heart flutter. Humming happily as you soaked it in. Finally, you slammed your hips down. A guttural groan forced out of him as you finally sank down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in one hard thrust. He could feel every inch of your tight, wet heat squeezing his aching length, your walls fluttering around him.

Each bounce was a harsh slam of your hips, reaching up and caressing over his cheeks. Thumbs following the lines on his face. It was a gesture that was almost too intimate, too loving. It made him feel cared for, adored.

"such a good boy." you leaned down, cradling his face to your chest as you stroked through his bowlcut. He nuzzled into your soft breasts, his lips brushing against the smooth skin.

His hands gripped your ass tightly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he bucked up into you, driving himself even deeper. "Fuck, yes! Oh god, your cunt feels so fucking good!" He cried out, his voice echoing off the walls. He was lost in the sensation, drowning in the feeling of finally being inside you. He could feel every ridge and vein of his cock being massaged by your silky walls, could feel the way your body yielded to his, accepting him completely.

In a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, Guy looked up at you with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. His lips parted, a breathless moan escaping him as he bucked up into your once more. And in that moment, lost in the daze, he let out a word that slipped out before he could stop it.

"Mommy..." He breathed, his voice a reverent whisper. His eyes fluttered shut, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he lost himself in the feeling of you, in the moment.

But then he felt your bounces falter. Realizing what he said, he froze, his eyes flying open fully to stare up at you in shock. A deep blush spread across his cheeks, turning them a shade of red that matched the hue of his cock.

"I mean, that's what you're expecting right? To hear some loser call you that-"

you looked down at him with an almost starved look. Who would have thought; a man as old and proud as him was calling you mommy. Sure you were at that age where people started nagging about kids and such but it still didn't take the humour from it.

"You can call me mommy." you reassured, stroking his cheek, rolling your hips. "If you want..I can be your mommy, honey." you pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead which makes your breast go flush against the lower half of his face.

Guy let out a shuddering breath as you stroked his cheek, your touch soothing and comforting. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but the way you said it, with such a playful, almost teasing lilt to your voice, it made his stomach boil and twist..

"Fuck, mommy..." He groaned, his voice a low, needy rumble. He nuzzled into your soft breasts, feeling the weight of them, the soft, pillowy flesh. His lips brushed against the smooth skin. He could feel your heartbeat, steady and strong, a soothing rhythm that seemed to calm him.

His hands slid up your back, tracing the curve of your spine before coming to rest on your ass. He gripped it hard, kneading the plump flesh as he pulled you down onto him, grinding your clit against his pelvis. Feeling the coarse hair of his pubes run against the tender bud. He could feel you getting wetter by the second, could feel the way your juices were dripping down onto his balls.

"Mommy, your tits feel so fucking good..." He murmured, his voice muffled by your skin. He could feel himself getting closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. He was chasing his release, racing towards the edge of ecstasy.

He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, could feel the way your body was tensing, tightening. He knew you were close too, could feel the way your hips were starting to stutter, your movements becoming more erratic.

"Let me make you cum, I can be so good for you-" He growled, his voice a low, filthy rumble. He was so close, teetering on the brink. All he needed was to feel your come undone around him. “C’mon Mama, lemme fill this pussy choke me.”

With each grind of your hips as you bounce your clit dragged along the pubes and nudged against the bottom of the pudge of his tummy. Making you groan as your body couldn't decide what It wanted more; the sweet drag of his cock inside you or the pleasure to your clit.

Massaging along his shoulders and neck, nuzzling into his hair as you chased your pleasure. "You're gonna make Mommy cum-" you grinded your clit harder against the edge of his gut. "Cum in me, honey." The friction building too much. Your tummy tightening until-

"Oh! Guy!" you arched, cumming around his cock as you hugged him tight. Cradling his head like you were trying to absorb him into you.

Guy let out a roar of pure, unadulterated pleasure as he felt your pussy clench and spasm around his cock. your walls gripped him like it was trying to suffocate his dick, squeezing and milking his throbbing length as you came undone in his arms. He could feel your juices gushing out around his shaft, coating his balls and dripping down onto the sheets below.

"Fuck, yes! Atta girl- fuck that's it, Mama-!" He cried out, his voice echoing off the walls. He gripped your ass even tighter, he bucked up into your wildly, fucking you through your orgasm. He could feel the knot in his belly tightening, his balls drawing up as he chased his own release.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your quivering cunt. His cock jerked and throbbed as he started to cum, his hot, thick spunk erupting from the tip. He painted your insides white, pumping spurt after spurt of his essence deep into you, his hips reaching so high it was like he was trying to aim for your womb. He clung to you as he came, his arms wrapping around your waist and crushing you to his build. He held you close, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he shuddered and groaned, riding out the waves of his intense orgasm. He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, could feel the way your body was still trembling with the aftershocks of your own release.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to come down from his high. He slumped back against the bed, his chest heaving and slick with sweat. He looked up at you with hazy, satisfied eyes, a lazy grin spreading across his face.