This is probably the most detailed I'll ever get this week.
Steam followed P/N out of the bathroom, dissipating almost instantly in the air conditioning. You looked over the top of the book you were quickly devouring and furrowed your brows. P/N was in his pajamas. Not that you'd never seen the man in pajamas before, but normally, fresh out of the shower, he'd have a towel slung low on his hips, or nothing at all. You preferred the latter.
You had the page dog-eared and set on the nightstand before he reached the bed. "You feelin' ok, babe?"
"Yeah, course I am. Why?"
Shrugging, you pushed off the pillows. "You just seem a bit off is all."
Standing at the edge of the bed, his thigh brushed against your knee. When he didn't say anything, you turned so that he was standing between your legs. You squeezed his hips until he met your gaze. "What is it, P/N?"
One large shoulder popped up. "I don't know."
"Hey. Since when don't we talk to each other?"
"It's not like that."
"Ok, so tell me."
Out of habit, he tucked some hair behind your ear, squeezing the lobe gently between his thumb and forefinger. "You're gonna laugh."
You leaned into his touch, pressing a kiss into his palm. "I promise not to." To go the extra mile, you crossed your heart.
Just when you thought you were going to have to drag it out of him, he sighed. "I feel fat."
Clearing your throat, you tilted your head. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said I feel fat."
You tried not to laugh. God help you, you tried, but the laugh tumbled out anyway. P/N turned to leave, but you grabbed his hand and gave a firm squeeze, pulling him back to you as you got your laughter under control. "p/n, don't go. I'm sorry. Why do you feel that way?"
The rise and fall of his shoulder was your only answer.
"We've been working at work for about four out of the last five months and haven't had anything but cheeseburgers, fries, wine, and pie. You're bound to feel a little... bloated."
"It's more than feeling bloated, Y/N." As if to prove his point, he lifted up the hem of shirt, revealing his stomach.
Was his stomach softer than before? Yes. But truth be told, P/N never had a six pack that most guys would be jealous of. P/N wasn't like Other P/n , he didn't go out running every morning, and eat salads. He was a meat and potatoes, and sleep kind of guy. His type of workouts included carrying large amounts of paper. He was solid and thick, proportionately so. And you loved every inch of him.
Before he could cover himself, you leaned in and pressed a kiss above his belly button. "You're not fat."
He hissed when you nipped at him, hooking your thumbs into the band of his pants. "Y/N, what're you doin'?"
"What's it look like?" You kissed his belly almost sloppily, dragging your tongue around the circumference of his belly button.
Biting his bottom lip, he couldn't stop the jerk of his hips as his half-hard cock pressed against the jersey knit pants. Tired of holding his shirt so it didn't hit you in the head, he pulled it over his head, and let it drop to the floor before threading his fingers in your hair. He bent down to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip when you pushed his pants down and the cool air hit his swelling cock.
You grabbed him with one hand and stroked until he was completely hard, throbbing with every swipe of your hand. He stood tall and watched as you flicked your tongue over his tip, swallowing his pre-cum with a gentle moan. With his hands at the back of your head and his balls in your hand, you dropped your head as you raised his cock, exposing the thick vein that went from ball sack to tip.
Pressing your tongue flat against the vein, you stared up at him. His mouth fell open when you drug your tongue along his length, swirling it around the tip before taking him in your mouth. With just the tip between your lips, you sucked, swept your tongue side to side, lapping at him as more pre-cum dripped into your mouth. He swore crudely as his hips jerked, pushing himself deeper until he hit the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you pinched the wrinkled skin.
A growl built low in his belly until your name fell from his lips like a prayer. Ginger curls that smelled like Euphoria™ and sweat tickled your nose. You pulled in his scent with every bob of your head, controlling your breathing so that you didn't gag with every thrust of his hips. You hollowed your cheeks, taking in as much as you could, your hand working your spit along his remaining length.
P/N grunted every time he hit the back of your throat, gripping your hair just a little tighter. His head fell back and his back arched as thick, bow legs began to tremble. You grabbed his ass, digging your nails into the muscles while you squeezed, twisted, and massaged his balls with your other hand. With just the tip against your tongue, Dean pumped himself until he came in your mouth. His cockhead twitched, scraping against your teeth as you swallowed every drop he had.
You sat back and wiped at your bottom lip with your thumb, watching as, even though he had begun to go soft, P/N still stroked himself. His fuller than humanly possible lips pulled into a smirk you knew all too well. "What?"
"Take off your clothes."
