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evieelyzabethh · 2 months ago

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"homecoming"

⭒"and i told her in my heart is where she always be"⭒ college AU Arcane headcanons {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw ☞ slightly pervy jayce, and a bunch of fluff. ALSO, one of my dearest pookies requested a college au so everyone say thank you sidda 💋

♞Vi♞

♞Vi would totally be a student athlete and a very good one. I don't see her as a basketball or football girl but baseball actually. Swinging a bat around is a controlled way to get aggression out. She played soccer and football in high school, though. She did football first, her and Jayce signing up together and both managing to get a spot on the team, but she got annoyed with all the padding really quick and only stuck it out for a year because of Jayce. She moved to soccer but got kicked off the team for fighting after a girl kept bumping into her and never got fouled for it. The fight was pretty bad, and in combination with her pre existing record of violent behavior, the school put her in counseling for her aggression issues.

♞She deeply enjoys baseball and takes it very seriously. Regular trips to the batting cages with Vander helped her regulate her emotions. It requires patience and control and a bat. She really loves her bat. When she made it onto the team, Jinx bought her a wooden one that she spray-painted, and she keeps it in her dorm room. She also likes the atmosphere. Her hand is always in a bag of sunflower seeds, she appreciates a good bubblegum, she likes how she looks in the uniform.

♞This being said, college Vi cleans up her act a bit. She doesn't get into fights anymore, she raised her F's into B's, and she got into a really nice school on a sports scholarship that she refuses to lose. She takes this as an opportunity to get good at something. She knows major league women's baseball isn't really a thing and she doubts she's good enough to ever make it to the Olympics, so she dedicates her time to finding something to make of her life

♞You two meet in a language class. It's a requirement at your college and she's only there because it's the easiest option that they stick all the student athletes in, and you were quite frankly just being lazy and wanted a class you could get an easy A in. She shows up slightly late, but the professor lets it slide as it's only the first day. The only open seat is the one next to you, quietly sitting in the back of the room with your laptop up staring intently as you go through the course's syllabus. She smiles. She thinks you're cute.

♞You can hear the dad rock blasting in her earphones, her hands in the pocket of a school branded hoodie with her head down as she slips in quietly next to you. She takes up a lot of space, her water bottle is one of the huge gallon sized ones, her laptop is large and kinda clunky, her notebook is also splayed out and you silently judge her sloppy handwriting. Just as preoccupied as you are, she's going through her schedule to see what time practice starts and gets out, what time she has to be at her volunteering commitment, the time slot she blocked out to call her sister.

♞Part of her scholarship is working in surrounding communities at recreation centers to encourage kids to get active. She thinks it's stupid at first, but eventually she finds out that she enjoys working with kids. They are constantly in awe of her, constantly asking her to give them piggyback rides or toss them around a bit, but they also deeply admire her. It's not a foreign feeling for her to be looked up to, but it's one she hasn't felt in a long time. She always wants to be better, and they make her feel like she's moving in the right direction.

♞She wouldn't start talking to you right away. Contrary to popular belief, Vi isn't super popular with the ladies. She is much quieter, she likes to keep to herself. She only sparks a conversation with you to ask what you got on the last test because she didn't do all that great and wanted a study partner. She likes being your seatmate a lot. You're just so nice. You're the first to offer a pencil if you need it, you keep sweet-scented hand sanitizer in your bag and soft tissues which she almost feels bad about how many she steals when her allergies hit in the spring.

♞Finals season is going back and forth from the library and her fancy athlete dorm after it closes to study for finals, both of you running on an ungodly amount of energy drinks and two hours of sleep, some nights you fall asleep on her shoulder when even the pale light of your laptop screens can no longer keep you awake. She freezes every time, not wanting to move you but also wanting you to be comfortable, slowing her typing to a gentle pace before giving up entirely and falling asleep herself. You wake up to Vi's earsplitting snores, low music still playing from her speaker, the tv shifting hours ago from bright cartoons to some live action sitcom from decades ago. You debate on leaving, but the buses are no longer running, and she drives you herself, stranding you at her dorm in her large comfy bed where you willingly lay yourself back into her arms.

♞Her teammates definitely know about her crush on you. Anytime you come to their practices or walk her to them, she has a pep in her step and a smirk on her face the whole time. She swears she's not that obvious, but she talks about you constantly and the mere mention of your name has her scrambling. She is a show-off during practices, maybe playing a bit too hard as she slides onto bases in her already ratty sweatpants.

♞She would ask you out at one of their games. She's not big on super big and showy public confessions, so she wouldn't have you guys on the jumbotron or announced by the commentators, but after the game she would catch you in the crowd and ask her to be your girlfriend. Your first date would be to dinner after the game because she is absolutely starving, but she does pay for both of your meals.

★Ekko★

★Ekko, like Vi, would be at university on a scholarship, though one for engineering or something STEM related. He's there to pursue some sort of STEM degree but he abuses the fuck out of gen-ed classes. He absolutely loves being able to take a variety of different classes and different disciplines. He's done some culinary work, some studio art classes, some music theory. He has so many interests and he is determined to get the best out of the experience.

★While his nose isn't always stuck in a book, he's always working on something. His dorm is a mess of papers, his clothes are strewn around the floor, and he probably isn't even there because he's in a lab or in workshop or in the grocery store because he finally got tired of ramen noodles. It's a good thing the university offered co-ed dorms because no one else would be able to put up with him but Jinx, though the second she rolls her ankle after stepping on one of his shoes she has half the mind to burn all his stuff.

★Their dorm room is quite nice. They're the type that have led lights and posters all over the walls, those fake vine things hanging over his bed. The lights are always low in there, they forget about the ceiling light because they use their desk lamps so much. They don't have the nicest things, him and Jinx splitting one fridge and one microwave and maybe a snack cart, but they would have a comfy bean bag chair in there.

★He would get noticed around campus because he skateboards to class and wears cool outfits. The university social media has a page dedicated to OOTDs that he run's and it gets pretty popular. He isn't in a bunch of clubs, I think he would stick to one or maybe two. Of any of them, he would be involved in whatever social justice club they have, and while only a freshman, his passion gets him on the administrative team for communication and outreach. He is a master at Canva and is seen all across campus putting up fliers

★He is a D1 procrastinator which is ironic because he is always stressed. The only motivation he needs is the weight of all the work he has to do on his chest eventually being released and actually feeling like he can breathe.

★Ekko...with a belly button piercing...yes. He would have a few other piercings besides his bellybutton, including a daith, tragus, cartilage, and the first and second on his lobe. He prefers gold jewelry to silver and wears a lot of crop tops to show off the piercing. He takes terrible care of them because he refuses to buy the saline solution and raw dogs it with some soap and water and he hasn't had any reject yet.

★He would be a TA for Heimerdinger in grad school and would hang around his office a lot. A very chaotic lecturer in his recitation sections. He gets to the room a solid hour or two early to work on his dissertation and when class starts, he hops from topic to topic. He loves that chalkboard, he's all over it. He also likes coming to class in nice suits like the one he was in the alternate universe.

★You and him would meet after he bumped into you on his skateboard. He had been replying to an email on his way to class and you had been trying to catch up on the reading you were supposed to have done a week ago and you walked right into him, knocking the phones out of both of your hands and sending the skateboard rolling until it hit a bench. You both scramble to apologize, and as he offers you a ringed hand to help you off the ground, you go back and forth claiming it was completely your fault and not the others. He remembers you after that, partially because you hit the ground pretty hard and he's scared he gave you a concussion, and partially because he thought you were gorgeous.

★He would keep noticing you around campus and Jinx would bully him into saying something to you after the umpteenth time of telling you how cute you looked in that outfit today and how locked in you were at the library and how he wants help finding your insta so he can stalk you. All you see one day at the dining hall is a very confused Ekko with a very annoyed Jinx behind him pushing him your way and leaving quickly. You had been eating alone, laptop sat beside your half empty plate, your blue light glasses laying down on your nose in hopes of protecting you from going blind at thirty from how much time you spend staring at your laptop. Conversation is extremely slow at first, but when you two find your rhythm, he builds the courage to ask for your number.

★Lots of movie nights in his or your dorm or one of the lounges in your building while you do his retwists. Be warned, he is very tender headed and can't sit still to save his life, so you keep having to tap him with the comb and tell him to stop jerking before the parts come out wonky. Also, dye and detox days!!! He complains about his neck hurting while he's bent over the sink, but the feel of your hands in his scalp makes it bearable. You're confined inside as the dye penetrates beneath some plastic bag from under the sink and end up playing a game on the console he brought from home.

❂Jayce❂

❂Though he started high school playing football, and was quite good at it, he does quit the team when Vi does. He was never a really big sports guy, though the gym teacher never stopped pestering him to join the team again. He was always far more interested in science. He went through all the phases as a kid, being obsessed with dinosaurs since he was three, then space up until he hit like 8th grade when he was first introduced to the concept of chemistry and liked the idea of blowing shit up. He had the coolest science fair projects and won like every one of them. Rather than being the kid who told his mom about it the night before, he had the date marked on his calendar and preplans what he wants to do for the year

❂All this being said, he gets offered a scholarship to go to a nice university despite not being in the same state of financial despair that Vi and Ekko were in. While some of the extra money goes towards his dorm, he does put a lot of it towards the club he's in, something like STEM Students for Change. He offers to fund the outreach meetings, the occasional events they put on, and renting tabling spaces.

❂He keeps to himself pretty often. He's not the biggest fan of having to do the big speaking stuff in his club, he's far more interested in being able to do the work behind the scenes. He's always been the type to be upset by non-academic attention, never one put much effort into getting a romantic partner. He's also not a big party guy, only going out at the request of a friend, and spends a lot of his time either in his dorm, one of the libraries, or one of the labs.

❂Very scatterbrained. He doesn't get anything done without his notebook which he takes with him everywhere and is full of scribbles of notes and things he needs to get done for the day. He is also the type to neglect doing basic human things, like eating, especially if it's not in his schedule. It's a cycle of "ok, if I finish a page of this paper then I'll go get a snack" which devolves into "I finished this page sooner than expected, I might as well keep going until 2:30" and then "I'm still not at a good stopping point, I'm gonna finish off this page" until he finishes the entire thing. Sometimes by that point his hunger is forgotten about, and he moves onto something else.

❂He abuses the fuck out of office hours. He is not afraid to send an email or just drop by anyone's office. He builds a great repertoire with his professor which is convenient later when he's getting tons of internship offers through recommendations and getting accepted into his major. He is also a registration warrior. Before his time, he's already been set up at his laptop for at least an hour perfecting his schedule making sure he gets all the classes he needs. He once had a nervous breakdown fall semester of his sophomore year because all the classes he needed were full by the time it was his turn to register. It was the worst semester of his life.

❂He constantly has a huge water bottle on him. Not nearly as big as Vi's, but still large and metal enough to knock someone out if he tried hard enough. He's also the first guy to set off the fire alarm in the residence hall while making popcorn. He swears up and down it wasn't his fault, which isn't entirely false because the alarm was sensitive and too close to the appliances, but he did burn the shit out of it and had to throw it out on his walk of shame.

❂You two would first interact at a party he dragged his friend to after his friend abandoned him and he got lost in the sea of people. He made the mistake of going out on Halloweekend, thinking that 11 would be early enough to party before the unruliness began but he was sadly mistaken. You had been with your friends having a grand time, slightly backed into the wall where he was, trying your hardest to dance without pressing against him too much. He only remembered your face because of the sheer number of times you looked back to apologize, feeling extra bad because of the blush on his face and how hard he was trying to keep his composure. You were clearly having fun in your very low cut and short costume and your eyes were sparkly and you ass was pressed so thoroughly onto his dick he almost passed out from how overwhelmed he was anytime you moved to whatever song was playing.

❂The next day in class, he notices you towards the back of the room, giggling at whatever on your phone and before he knows it, he's putting one foot in front of the other and sitting next to you. Like him, you were someone who liked to be early to guarantee your seat, so he had plenty of time to talk to you, embarrassed that your first impression of him had been the "awkward guy at the party".

❂Many of your dates would be study dates. He is quick with booking study rooms, making sure to throw a bunch of dry erase markers and abuse the hell out of those white boards while you pack a few snacks in your tote bag, so he makes sure to eat. You usually finish your work before he does, playing games on your laptop while snapping a few pictures of him as he slowly goes insane. Markings are all over the walls in every color of the rainbow by the time you two take a break, sliding over to sit in his lap as you two scroll on your phone with your head on his shoulder.

❂He does not have a lofted bed, which is great because you two fuck in his room constantly. He's very lucky to live in an apartment style dorm because Viktor would be pissed constantly being kicked out of his own room. It's his motivation for getting through his days. It used to be a sweet treat from the dining hall, but he hit it once and decided that pussy was just way better (I will be dropping a smut fic with this concept as my treat for getting through my exams)

☽Viktor☾

☽He was very picky with what college he went to. He did a lot of research beforehand. He was very confident that schools would be throwing money at him and planned on being very selective on whose money he took. He was looking at facilities, faculty, Rate My Professor, any measurement of a school's worth was being analyzed before he even thought of applying.

☽As mentioned above, he rooms with Jayce and likes to hit him with his cane when he tries to pick shit up for him or open the door. It becomes second nature at a certain point, he doesn't see it coming and only feels the impact. He loves to embarrass him. Their majors align pretty exactly and they take a lot of the same classes and any time he so much as lets the door close on Viktor its "Wow, I can't believe such a flagrant display of ableism! You really couldn't hold the door open for me?" and Jayce gets red, desperately trying to explain he gets thwacked with a cane every other time he opens the door for him.

☽He brings nothing to class but a pen and a notebook. Not even like a spiral 5 subject one, but one of those 50 cents marbled composition books. He does have a laptop, a very nice one at that, but it hardly ever leaves the dorm. He staunchly prefers physical notetaking to digital and slightly judges those who take notes on things like IPads. He just thinks it's unnecessary and often becomes a distraction. Jayce tries to convert him Viktor's gets firmer in his position after noticing everyone desert notetaking to play games or look at clothes after like the third week

☽While also an office hour abuser, he does prefer a zoom meeting if he can snag it. He's not one to drop by just to say hello, he wants a good relationship with them but he's not trying to get invited to Christmas. He also never forgets to do those course evals and give them a rating on Rate My Professor. There is nothing he hates more than a professor who doesn't give rubrics. That is his biggest pet peeve. That and someone who can't lecture, instead going on random tangents that barely relate back to the course material.

☽His go-to study music classical music. He’s particularly fond of Tchaikovsky, his go-to ballet to listen to being Sleeping Beauty. During the fall months he usually goes for Dracula and during the winter either Nutcracker or Coppelia. He's a fan of instrumental music in general as on the flip side of this are playlists full of the Minecraft or Undertale soundtracks.

☽A lanyard warrior. He is not someone who can just slide his keys in his bag, especially since he doesn't usually carry one around. He can't just carry them around because he will set them down somewhere and forget them and those replacement fees are like a couple hundred dollars. When he does carry a bag though, it's one of those nice leather messenger bags that he thrifted. Speaking of which, his brightness would be so low. He's not even hiding anything and it's a miracle he can even read anything on the screen. He also is someone who uses blue-light glasses when on his phone or laptop, which is part of the reason both are so dim. You are on his lockscreen and home screen on all of his devices, though.

☽He would be so good at proofreading anything you needed him to. While definitely a STEM major, he would also be a grammar stickler and is part of the dying breed of people who actually know how to write a paper without Chat GPT or AI. He would HATE all kinds of stuff like that. Slightly off topic, but he loves sharing all stupid discussions posts he has to do for class. He loves laughing at some of the idiots who say the wildest things, so wild that no one else in the class even wants to respond. He'd also be the type to develop favorite classmates through how they respond and only respond to those.

☽He has some sort of earbuds in his ears everywhere he goes. It's always either headphones or wired earbuds. He would hate the wireless ones after the one time he tried them, and they kept falling out of his ear and it was too much of a hassle having to repeatedly bend down to get them. He likes the noise cancelling ones too, he is impossible to bother when he's using them.

☽For his gen-eds, I can see him getting into film or maybe history. History because he's always had a minute interest in it. He's never been a big war buff, his niche was probably more aligned with the classics. I think he would be fascinated with ancient Greece and Rome. As for film, I can see that being something he decided to take for the fuck of it but then realized he was very interested. Maybe not a rom-com or film bro kinda guy, he would be interested in super niche, campy films. He would like wackier, more experimental stuff

☽He would meet you at some film screening he's going to for extra credit in one of his classes. You showed up because the showing just so happened to be one of your favorite movies. The extra credit was just for showing up, it was also for attending the trivia session after the screening with the points depending on how many questions you could get right and since you both had gone alone and had ended up sitting next to each other and he had already decided you were gorgeous, he decided to ask you to be his partner. He felt a little bad being carried through the competition by you, but you were so excited to just share all the fun facts you knew that he decided he could live with it.

☽You actually ask him for his number after the fact, suggesting you two do a few more movie nights together, trading off week after week showing each other your favorite movies. Though he is very busy, with all his internships, class work, and studying he usually has to do, he happily finds a way to slide you into his schedule. He treats it as his reward for getting through the week. You'd also go on a lot of coffee shop dates. He knows all the nice quiet spots around campus.

☼Mel☼

☼She is another one who has been planning for college since forever. She has had vision boards for which school she wants to go to, what job she wants to have, understanding the admissions process, what classes she'll need to take at her university of choice to graduate most efficiently, has all been written in a journal since she was in high school

☼She is very organized. I totally see as someone who has all of her class notebooks color coded, definitely uses Midliners, has those nice Pilot G2 pens, the whole nine yards. She was also particular about how her dorm was put together. Her and her roommate coordinated on a color theme, and they have like the dream dorm. They have a big TV, an air fryer, a microwave, a fridge with a freezer, an oil diffuser. Any nice thing you can fit in a dorm is in there

☼She is in like every club ever. Involved in the black student organizations, probably in a sorority (I think she'd be an AKA but that's only because I love them), clubs relating to her political science major, and other fun ones like art clubs, maybe debate club too. She'd also be one of those girls that everyone knows on campus because she's so everywhere. She's the people's princess, that one girl you see everywhere surrounded by friends who looks really nice but you're kinda scared to talk to her.

☼She types really fast. It's something she got really good at back in middle school when she got bored after finishing all her work super early and played a bunch of those typing games until she got really good at typing. Because of this, she is someone who can knock out a paper in like one sitting. I do think she'd need an outline or draft, a notebook by her side containing her notes on her sources and a reminder of the thesis she's arguing, but she could knock it out in less than 2 hours

☼I wouldn't call her a party animal, but I do think she likes to go out. Maybe not to the club but a frat party, one thrown by one of the D9 to be more specific. She brought her car to campus and is usually the designated drivers. She only really drinks fancier alcohol, she's not a beer or cheap vodka fan at all, and that's usually all you can get at parties. She doesn't go to get drunk or hookup with anybody, usually just because she got tired of being an academic weapon all day.

☼She gets a call from her mom usually once a week, usually at the same time, likely because Ambessa has that time schedule out to call her. It's super matter of fact, how are the grades looking, what is she doing in her clubs, has she gotten any internships yet. If she's feeling sappy, she does tell her that she's proud of her. Mel didn't love living with her mom, who put a lot of effort into distancing herself from Mel. She knew that she could handle herself and what she wanted, but she didn't know how she felt about Mel wanting something different out of life than her. Mel thoroughly loves her time away from her mother, but she does look forward to these phone calls.

☼I also think she'd be someone who has a secret pet, but it's just a stray cat that lingers around her building that she fed until it got attached. She does one day scoop it up to the nearest vet to make sure it doesn't have rabies and hides it in the dorm during the winter months to give it shelter from the cold. She doesn't name it because she doesn't want to get attached, especially since there's a likelihood that one day it may never come back to her, but when it starts perking up to the little pet names she's given it, she's already too far gone.

☼She is also someone who is quick to book a study room at the library. She doesn't do that well in her dorm. It's too comfy and her bed is right there, and she sets closer goal posts so that she can justify taking a nap. She's exhausted with all she's doing. Because of this, towards the end of the semester she is on main campus a lot trying to get all these essays done.

☼She is a very active participant in class! I think gen-eds would be pretty women and gender studies and African American studies heavy, with a few econ classes sprinkled in as well. Though she's not going into a math related field, she was always incredibly good at it. She could've majored in either the humanities or STEM and would've always done well. She is unfortunately the annoying person getting 100s on the exams and getting rid of the curve

☼Like Jayce, I think she would also meet you at a party. Being far more introverted than she was, you would hang around in a corner, checking your phone for emails. It was early and the party had yet to pick up, meaning everybody had coagulated in certain spaces on the floor, talking and too scared to dance to the music because there was too much room to be perceived. You obviously knew who she was and looked at her a few times, putting in a lot of effort to avoid her gaze when she notices yours. She would eventually walk over to you, red solo cup filled with water she grabbed from the fridge. She obviously knew who was throwing, knew them well enough to dig through their kitchen for a non-alcoholic beverage.

☼She would make small talk with you, asking if you had ever been to one of these parties before, especially since she hadn't really seen you here before. You two end up talking for hours against the wall, her head resting against the wall, not realizing her pupils dilate as you explain to her the chain of events that got you here, the long day of studying you just had, and damn finals are right around the corner and you just needed a break. Earlier than she would typically leave, she gets tired of the noise obscuring your voice and offers to drive you around for a bit. You two end up sitting in a McDonalds parking lot talking over an abandoned pack of medium fries. You two exchange numbers and talk like all the time before she asks you on a for real date.

☼Though you feel a tad bad about it, she loves being your chauffer. You wanna go on a 3 a.m run to some chicken place; she is already on the way as soon as you send the text. She's very quick to do a quick drive by to pick you up so she can show you off at a party. Also, though she can throw it, she prefers to catch it.

☼She is the perfect study buddy. She prefers studying with flashcards and pops a little Ferrero Rocher for every 20 terms she gets correct. With you there, it's even better. She gets a kiss for every right answer which is like infinitely better.

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aliwritex · 2 months ago

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franco thoughts pt2: the day after 18+

an: this is very short but it’s sweet.

It turned out that you shouldn’t’ve gone full out on your first time and you should’ve stopped when he suggested. You woke up in his bed feeling like shit, like if a truck had ran over you, everything hurt and you felt sick so you asked him to drive you home.

“Are you sure you wanna be alone?”

“I am, Franco, thanks for driving me home, and thanks for last night”

“I’m sorry, for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“Franco, it’s alright, it’s not your fault” you rested your palm of his cheek, caressing it and kissing him quickly. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded against your hand “take care, call me if you need anything”

As soon as he left you took a couple pills for the pain and went back to bed. It was almost night when you finally texted him.

hey

wanna come over to talk? i made cookies

he answered almost immediately

finally

was starting to think you hated me

“I’m sorry if i did anything wrong, or if i hurt you or anything” he told you as you settled on your couch.

“Franco, I told you this isn’t your fault. I just wasn’t feeling well”

“It was because of me though”

“Well, technically yes but there’s nothing you could’ve done differently. I’m fine now”

“I’m glad you are” he pecked your lips.

After finishing the cookies you had Franco laying on top of you, his head on your chest and legs tangled in yours. Little Women (2019) playing on your tv – even after you told him he could pick something else – while you played with his hair.

You took his face in your hands, looking at him for a second and making him blush as he looked back at you with his ‘fuck me’ eyes. You pecked his lips multiple times, making him smile. He kissed you, slow and deep, hands holding on to your hips. Your legs shifted under the blanket, wrapping around his hips as you kissed him back. His hands running under your top to hold your waist as yours run through his curls.

You felt goosebumps all over your body, even in your warm apartment. Franco kicked off the blanket that covered you, letting it fall to the floor so he could pull you on top of him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he whispered when you sat up on his lap, straddling him.

His fingers buried themselves in your hair, the touch to your neck making you shiver as he pulled you down to kiss him again. You didn’t want to lead him on or for him to think that you were ready for it so soon after all you went through that morning but, his lips were making all your thoughts slip away from you.

He started kissing down your jaw and neck, just like he had done the night before as you slipped your hands under his shirt, feeling the hairs leading to the waistband of his sweats. You started to move your hips against his making his lips leave your neck to let out a silent moan. His hands dropped to your hips again, guiding you to move more smoothly. You took his lips back to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth entirely. Little moans started leaving both of your lips as he got harder and you got wetter.

“Amor” he whispered, “Amor, fuck. Stop”

You let go of him and sat back up, hand holding his face.

“Are you sure you wanna do this again?” franco asked, looking up at you.

“I- can we just do this?”

“You wanna get off on my thigh?” he teased

“So bad” you pulled him into a kiss as he sat up on the sofa to give you a better position.

“Wanna get these off for me?” he tapped your thigh, referring to your shorts.

You nodded and slid off his lap, standing up to pull them down as he took off his hoodie.

“Fuck,” he sighed “are you real? do you fucking wear these every day or is it just for me?”

“What?” you asked as he sat you down on one of his thighs.

“The pretty panties” he whispered, snapping the side of the undergarment against your skin.

“They’re just regular panties, Franco” You pecked him on the lips, running your hands through his hair to brush it back.

“Good to know” he mumbled against your neck, pulling you close to him by the waist.

His hands climbed up your body, cupping your tits between his thumb and index finger, forcing them to plush up together and taking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue wet your thin shirt, making it cling to your hard nipples as he sucked on it, your hands holding his head close to your chest.

Your hips shifted on his thigh, reminding him to drop his hands down to guide you back and forth onto him.

Franco pulled back to watch when a moan left your lips, his gaze catching how your tits bounced ever so slightly at your movement. You dropped your hand from his head, running it over his crotch, a hand of his immediately covered yours, as if to stop you.

“Don’t need to do this”

“But i want to”

“Save it for later, yeah? let’s focus on you now” he guided your hand up to his face, kissing your thumb when it brushed his lips.

He kissed your neck again, this time making sure to leave a mark right on the side as he resumed his guiding touch on your hips.

You let moans run loose out of your mouth, savoring the feeling the friction was providing you.

You kept up your hip movements, thighs already burning from it, but it was worth the effort. Franco slid his hand between your legs and toyed your underwear before tugging the waistband, making it slip between your lips, the friction getting more concentrated on your clit.

“Fuck, Franco, can’t- need more.”

He moved from beneath you, laying you back down on the sofa and positioning between your legs. His hips bucked against yours, grinding his clothed cock to your cunt. Your own hips moved up involuntarily, meeting his in the thrusts, his hands on your bare ass and kisses on your neck making it all too good.

“Fran, fuck, so close” you whined.

“Let go, amor, come for me”

And you did, your legs trapping his hips against yours again as they shook and you groaned into his neck. All your trembling made Franco come too, his cum damping his sweats, some spilling on your stomach. He buried his face on the crook of your neck as you hugged him close, chuckling into his hair.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, “can’t believe you made me cream my pants like a fucking thirteen year old”

“It’s okay, Franco,” you giggled, “it’s hot” you ran your hands up and down his back.

“It’s so not and i didn’t mean to” he mumbled, almost in a whine.

“It is very hot that I made you cum in your pants without even touching you” you said into his hair.

“Please don’t tell anyone” he sighed, half chuckling.

“Shit, I was about to get up to tell my neighbor”

“You’re not funny” he bit your shoulder.

#franco colapinto x reader #franco colapinto smut #franco colapinto imagine #fc43 x reader #fc43 imagine #fc43 smut #a writes

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xooonism · 2 months ago

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Vi x masc reader (smut)

*You stepped into the elevator after a long day at work. Your customers at the bar swirled in your mind, leaving you pissed. Those drunk bastards, yelling trough the bar, harassing your other female employees, make your blood boil. The elevator dings and the doors shift open, letting you step out. You take your keys out of your pocket, sticking it into the keyhole. You opened the door and stepped in, seeing Vi lay on the couch, phone in her hand.

*contains: sexual activities, pussy licking, hickeys, cum eating, fingering etc. MDNI

*wordcount: 2k

*authors note: sorry that I’m late on posting this but I got occupied with school. I hope you enjoy it!

You sighed, walking towards the couch while pulling off your hoodie, plopping down next to Vi. “Exhausting.” She wrapped an arm around you, catching your tired eyes.

“Hey”, you swiftly said, tossing your keys on the cabinet next to the coat rack, which your bag rested against. Vi’s head turns, her phone turning off while she sat up. “How was work?”

You sunk into her, your head resting on her shoulder. “That bold dude, with the eagle tattoo..”, you begin to tell her about your day, Vi nodding recognising who you were describing, “That bitch actually threw an empty beer bottle at me because I wouldn’t give him another one”, you crossed your arms, your expression hardened at the thought, “I tried to tell him that he’s too drunk and that I had to follow the protocol. You know, don’t give those zombies more alcohol”, Vi chuckled at your words.

“Can’t you like ban this guy?.”, she suggested, making your head turn. “Babe, he’s a regular. He spends like 200€ every night at the bar.”, you start laughing, “Makes me wish that I were rich, being black out drunk everyday.”

She laughs, eyes shutting as she throws her head back. Her laugh is like music to your ears, your cheeks flushing every time you hear that sweet noise. “I’m very happy that you’re not rich then.”

You smile, staring into each others eyes. Suddenly she shoots up from the couch, pulling you up with her. She told you to go to the bathroom. Youˋre confused, but you oblidged. You stepped into the bathroom thinking about what Vi was planning. You took a seat on the toilet, looking trough the bathroom to let time pass until Vi returns, who dissapeared somewhere in your apartment.

Your eyes caught the cabinet that you share with Vi. Several colognes, shower gels and two toothbrushes. You already realized some time ago that Vi and you are actually very similar. You do the same workouts, love the same tatoos, wear each others clothes and have the same nostril piercing.

Youˋve always felt more masculine, already walking around in boyish clothes since you were twelve. It felt more comfortable on your skin. You felt like you. But in the last few years you felt insecure about your appearence. Youˋve always had a thing for masculine women. Once youˋve seen Rhea Ripley on your foryou page, and you swear butterflies swarmed in your stomach. But it never seemed like these women liked you back. Whenever you decided to hit on pretty woman in the bar, that looked like they could pick you up and snap you like a twig, they always rejected you, telling you that they liked women that looked girly and pretty.

So obviously you doubted yourself. Are you not pretty? Only because you like to be masculine? Youˋre still a girl. A pretty sassy one. So what are you doing wrong?

Thatˋs when Vi came into your life. You met her at a party, that your friend maddie invited you to. You got seperated from her and felt lost because you actually donˋt know anyone, except for Cait, but she had girls swarming around her, and you definently didnˋt want to get into that mess. So you went to the kitchen to get a drink.

That when you saw her as she poured herself a drink. Her pink hair covering half of her face, but showing you enough to know that sheˋs the most beautiful woman that youˋve ever seen. You stood next to her, snaching the scotch before she could reach for it. She looked at you, her eyes widening when she saw you.

Vi scanned your face as you poured the scotch into a glass. You are so pretty. Your tattoo on your arm caught her attention, her eye studying every stroke. "Wow, i like your tattoo.", she spooke. You turned your head, smiling once you comprehendet her words. "Thanks. Itˋs from my favourite video game."

She smiled at you, once she heard your sweet voice. The noise around you both seemed to fade as you stared into each others eyes. "The last of us, right?". Your eyes widend, a bright grin appearing on your face. "OMG wait you play it too?" She chuckled at your excitement. ˋSheˋs pretty cuteˋ

You guys ended up talking all night. About your shared interest for the game, your hobbies, your life stories and your jobs. So you exchanged numbers. At first you were a little confused, because you didnˋt know if Vi just wanted to be friends with you or longend for more. But one night, when she came to your work, she kissed you and washed all your worries away.

A smile appeared on your face as you thought about that day. You loved her so much.

Right at that moment Vi came into the bathroom, holding a pile of clothes in her hands. "Missed me, buttercup?", she said chuckling, because she knew that you hated that name. She set the clothes on the sink and turned to the bathtub and turned the faucet on. "Oh, do you want to bathe together?", you asked as she poured a shower gel into the water, that you both love.

"Yes, thought youˋd like to calm down after work." Oh you love her so much.

You stood up and began to strip, Vi blowing a whistle which made you roll your eyes with a grin on your face. She copied your actions, pulling her shirt of her body. She got into the water, melting into the warmth of it. You decided to settle on her lap, your bare back to her bare chest. Itˋs lovely. Viˋs soft skin and the comfort of the water made you feel better instently.

You noticed that Vi moved behind your, her hand reaching for the shower gel again, before she sqeezed some into it. "Are you feeling better baby?". You nod your head, a soft hum leaving your mouth as Vi rubbed the gel on your skin. Her hands started at your stomach, traveling up to your boobs and cupping them. She spread it on your chest before she let her hands wander down your body, stopping right before your pussy.

You turned your head, a smirk dancing on your lips. "I thought you wanted to relax?". Vi rubbed circles on your lower stomach, kissing down your neck. "No baby, iˋd like to calm you down.", she answered smuggly, one of her hands suddenly went further down, resting on your pussy. She didnˋt move her hand, just teasing you with the feeling on your pussy. You groaned once she sucked on the skin on your neck, your hips buckling, which made your pussy grind against her hand.

Youˋre wet now. Not only by the water but also by the precum that spilled out of your pussy. Her finger put pressure on your clit, rubbing it with a steady rythym. Your head fell back onto Vi’s shoulder, soft moans leaving your.

Vi took this chance and slid her tongue in your mouth. Your tongues danced with each other, as she groaned at the taste of you. Her fingers reached deeper, one plunging into your hole making you gasp. Her other arm reached around your hip, pulling you flush against her.

Your slit grinding against the palm of her hand and her finger reaching parts you’ve never did before made you long for more. You pulled away from her tongue, a string of spit connecting your mouths. “Put another in”, you said before clashing your lips onto hers again.

She obliged, her fingers filling your insides. Her strokes bacame faster and deeper as you speed up your grinding. You felt a burn in your stomach, waiting for your sweet release. She noticed by the way your walls clenched up around her, so her other hand traveled up to you boobs, squeezing your nipple.

Your moans become louder, which are swallowed by Vi’s mouth. You felt your climax approach as you gripped into Vi’s arm. Your body stiffens and your hips stutter as you came on her fingers. The strokes slowly came to a stop before she pulled them out of you, her kisses trailing down your neck.

Your quick breaths filled the air and Vi wraps her arms around your torso. “You’re so sweet babe.”, she spoke into your neck, which made you hum.

You weren’t done. Pulling yourself up you stepped out of the bathtub, reaching for both of your towels as Vi copied your actions. Once she wrapped it around herself you pulled her into a kiss, guiding her out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. The clothes in the bathroom became abandoned because you wouldn’t need them anyways.

As you reached the bed you told her to sit. And she did like a good girl. Your good girl. You dropped you towel before kneeling in front of her, signaling her to throw the towel on the ground. Your hands found her thighs, opening them up to see her glistening pussy.

Before she knew it you buried your head in her folds. Her upper body fell on the bed as she gripped onto the sheets. You pressed your tongue flat against her clit, which made her whine and close her thighs around your head.

You pulled them apart again, placing them on your shoulders before diving into her again. Your tongue stiffens as you entered her hole with it, fucking in and out of her. She moaned and pressed her pussy against your mouth by grinding her hips.

You smirked at her state, loving how she submitted to you. You pulled your hand up, two fingers plunging into her hole as you fucked the life out of her. She liked it rough so you gave her exactly what she wanted.

You sucked her clit into your mouth, tongue circling the little bud before you gave her a kitten lick up her folds. You felt her clench up at that. You watched her as she groped her tits and griped them to give herself more pleasure.

It was a beautiful sight. Your pace quickened as your tongue abused her clit. You felt her getting close, her hips writhing obviously overstimulated by all the pleasure. But you didn’t stop. Your held onto her thigh as you pushed yourself closer to her.

Her moans got loader and her movements quicker as she came undone on your tongue. You fucked her orgasm out of her before slowing your pace and leaving little kisses on her thighs as you pulled your fingers out of her hole.

You stood up, letting your self fall into her lap. She reached up and pulled you close.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered into her neck. She kissed your head, humming in response. You both lay there for a while, breathing each other in. That’s when she spoke up.

“Another round?”

#vi x reader smut #vi x reader #vi arcane #vi x you #vi x masc reader

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ofstarsandvibranium · 1 year ago

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HIIII!!

Can I get 122 "I'm not going anywhere" with Jamie??

Hurt/comfort maybe?? BUt idrc go with it where you will!!!!

(aaahh! yes! absolutely! here you go! hope you like it! <3)

Stay Right Here

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x GN!Reader

You've heard it all from the press, hell, even from some of Jamie's teammates. It didn't bother you. It never used to bother you, but now it was starting to.

See, you're just a regular person. You own and work at a cafe in Richmond. That's where you met, Jamie. You knew who he was, but didn't care too much about him. But he was nice to you as he ordered a croissant and a black coffee. He sat himself in the back corner, hoodie up, sunglasses on so people wouldn't bother him. He kept to himself as he scrolled on his phone.

He started coming in a lot more after that day. He liked how your cafe wasn't as busy as the other one he used to frequent.

You'd serve his drink and he'd ask you questions, whether they were about life or yourself, it was nice talking to him.

Then he did the unexpected: he asked you out on a date.

You thought he was fucking with you at first so you laughed at him. But then you saw how upset he got and then realized he was being serious.

"Sorry, I just-why me? Aren't guys like you supposed to be dating actresses or models? I mean, shit, your last girlfriend was Keeley fucking Jones!"

He shrugged, "Dunno what it is about you, but I like you. You're real, like. You're not afraid to say shit to me. You talk to me like I'm not a famous footballer, like I'm just Jamie. Listen, I like you, but you don't have to go out with me if you don't want to, yeah? I take consent seriously."

You giggle at him, "Alright. Tomorrow's Saturday and I like to close the cafe early so I can enjoy my night. You can take me out then."

"Fucking mint," he slaps a hand on his thigh in excitement and takes his to-go cup of coffee, bolting out of your cafe in excitement.

The date went well, as did the many ones after. Three years into dating and you're happy with Jamie. But you're not sure if he's still happy with you.

This all started because of some TMZ clip a friend sent you. It was footage of Jamie at dinner with a woman. The caption said that she was on Richmond's womens league. You watched as Jamie leaned in, whispering something into her ear and she bursts out laughing.

Usually paparazzi shots didn't get to you but this one did. The way he looked at her, spoke with her, his body language. It was very much giving the idea that he was interested in her. Who wouldn't though? She's a fit footballer just like he is. She's, quite literally, in the same league as Jamie.

Maybe this was the end of your relationship with him.

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Ever since you saw that clip, you've been trying to read any signs that Jamie was going to break up with you. But he was behaving the same he always did. He'd kiss you before leaving for training, kiss you when he got back. He'd still drop you off at work before heading to the pitch. He'd hold your hand, tell you he loves you, he was the same just as before.

But you weren't.

Jamie could tell something was wrong, but you never said anything. Your smile stopped reaching your eyes. Your kisses with him were chaste. Shit, you didn't even face him when you two went to bed.

So when you pulled away from him when he tried to cuddle you during movie night, he had to know what was going on.

"Is something wrong?" he asks after pausing the movie.

You shrug, "Dunno, is there?"

He sighs, completely turning his body towards you, "You've been distant lately. Just trying to see what's goin' on. Did I do something?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

He looks at you with wide eyes, "What?! No!"

"Are you gonna break up with me?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Lovey, what are you talking about? No! I'm not cheating on you and I'm not breaking up with you! What made you think that?"

You sigh, curling into yourself, as if protecting yourself, "I saw footage of you with one of the girls from the women's league. You looked...close. Sitting right next to her, whispering in her ear."

"When was this?"

"Last weekend."

"Tilda and I were the first ones to arrive at the restaurant. The music in there was pretty loud so we sat close together so we could hear each other. More people started arriving a little after. We weren't alone for long."

He reaches out and grabs your hand, "Y/N, I love you. And I mean it when I say it. There's no one else for me, but you."

"You say that now, but then someone prettier or more athletic or smarter or just so much better than me in general is gonna come around and you're gonna go running after them!"

"Says who? Lovey, do you really think so low of me that I'd do that?"

"..no, it's just...it's bound to happen right? Everyone's been saying it since we first started dating, I'm not like the other people you've dated. Hell, I even questioned why you wanted to date me when you asked me the very first time!"

Jamie scoots closer to you, hands gently cupping your face, "Listen to me, yeah. I. Love. You. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here with you until you don't want me no more. I don't care what people say, you're the one that makes me happy."

You look down at your lap in shame, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head and pulls you into his arms, "It's not your fault. It's everyone else's fault for not seeing that I'm perfectly happy with my lovey."

3 months later, Jamie posts a photo of you and he in Paris with you sporting a very shiny ring on your finger. The caption reading: Fuck all of you who doubted our relationship. We're stuck together forever now. #MeetTheTartts

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #gn!reader #gender neutral!reader

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notapradagurl7 · 6 months ago

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His First Time.

Pairing: Tyrone x Black Fem! Reader.

Summary: Tyrone wasn't too innocent for a young street dude but he hasn't gotten any and you were his first time. So you decided to help him through it.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk @henneseyhoe @slippinninque @keyera-jackson @westside-rot @playgurlxoxo @euphorichappiness10 @logansblackgf @violetmuses @blackerthings @blackelysian @planetblaque

A/N: for some reason, this naughty idea had the nerve to pop up in my head while I was in church last Sunday.😭 lawdy.

Warning: praise, PWP, spanking, dirty talk, protected sex, virginity mentions, soft Tyrone, mentions of toxic masculinity.

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It was a regular quiet Saturday night with him.

The two of you were watching television in your spacious living room of the apartment complex, you were engrossed in a marathon of ‘Living Single” Hearing the audience laugh sound effects from Max and Kyle’s rude banter.

You lightly chuckled with your brown eyes stealing a glance at Tyrone, who was sitting beside you with his hands buried deep in the front pouch of his grey hoodie slouched on the mocha brown couch. He loved it here, the blend of chocolate and coffee cream decor was the highlight of your room in his opinion.

Tyrone lived right next door to you and he called you to ask if it was okay if he came over, you eagerly said yes, it was midnight by the time he came over which you didn't mind. The moonlight, with a hint of white glow, spread out across the living room as the lamp's dim light emitted a vibrant, orange hue. Illuminating the room to ensure that both of you remain visible to each other.

You were aware of him running the streets and selling drugs, both within and beyond the local neighborhood, yet you were not ignorant of his actions, which allowed him to freely express his true self.

You were trying to figure out why he was so quiet tonight, he was usually the one to start a conversation or comment on a television show, or movie.

“If Kyle and Max hate each other that much, why don't they just fuck already?” Tyrone commented, shrugging his shoulders.

He was right about that though, You decided to speak about the elephant in the room, it was sitting right next to you.

“You okay? You've been quiet since you came over here..” You blurted out, your gaze lingering on his with concern.

Tyrone's reality was that he had never had sex before, though he was experienced in pleasuring women through oral sex and fingering while prioritizing their hygiene and safety.

However, he kept this truth hidden from his male friends, fully aware that they would mock him and belittle him for his lack of sexual encounters, as if it defined his value as a person.

He recalled two weeks ago that you told him to find new friends, so he decided to distance himself from them and rely solely on your friendship. This statement caused his feelings for you to intensify more than ever.

“There’s something I need to tell you, I’ve have a crush on you…”

Your eyes widen in puzzlement with a grin tugging at the corner of your lips, “Aww, you like me? Since when?” you coaxed, your hands cradling his face.

“Since I first saw you, I wanted to know what you were like beyond the surface. Your kind

nature, sense of humor...it all drew me in. But I never thought I had a chance, so I kept it to myself." he admitted, his gaze shifted to the carpet then back to you.

Surprise and excitement washed over you as you heard his confession. You had always felt a strong relationship with Tyrone.

"And... I've had feelings for you as well. I just never thought you saw me that way." you added, smiling warmly.

He leaned closer to you, his hand gently intertwining with yours. “I’m glad to hear that..” he whispered, his index finger and thumb resting between your chin.

As you leaned in, his lips met yours, and you responded by tilting your head, intensifying the kiss. Opening your mouth, his tongue gently entered, his tongue intertwining with yours and moving in various directions.“T-Tyrone..” you croaked, your fingernails dug around his cornrows.

Tyrone's gentle hum resonated, a ripple of sensations to course through you. He hooked his arms beneath your thighs and effortlessly whisked you away down the halls. Tenderly, he showered your collarbone with moist kisses, "y-you're so beautiful..." he muttered, his gold grills brushing against your rich cocoa skin. sent shivers through you, The adoration he held for your complexion was unmistakable.

He gently laid your back on the full-size bed draped with navy blue sheets as his fingers fumbled with the hem of his black hoodie and matching tee shirt, He delicately removed your black tank top, unveiling your breasts, while Tyrone wrapped his lips around your ercet nipple, your breath ragged with every flick and swirl of his wet muscle, tenderly sucked on your erect nipple and his hand sensually slid down towards your mismatched panties.

He suddenly stopped before his deep brown eyes met yours again as concern etched on your face, "what's wrong baby?" you asked gently, your thumb swiped over his cheek.

He shouldn't be this nervous around you right? He swallowed his pride and let his guard down for you. He knew that you wouldn't judge or belittle him. You were the one he wanted to be with.

“I’m a virgin Y/N..” he confessed, his face softened in front of you.

You gently held his smooth, hairless face in your hands, giving him a tender, light kiss on the lips, which felt incredibly soft. “It’s okay Tyrone.. We can take it slow and I'll help you through it..” you reassured, your tongue grazing your lips.

He stood firmly on the plush carpet, reaching for the condom on the dresser. Tyrone smoothly rolled it onto his length as his hands held your hips. Both of you took a deep breath together.

His grip on your hips tightens slightly. he gently pushed his dick between your slick folds, "O-okay...just keep pushing your hips." you gasped softly, by your instructions, he gently buckling his hips forward with unbridled passion. taking his time to ensure your comfort and pleasure. Your ragged breath hitched with every thrust, his strokes were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment.

“Damn…you’re always this fucking wet?…shit..” he grunted deeply, throwing his back to the ceiling as he quickened the pace, He had a deep infatuation with you, “Only for you…” you sobbed, tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as the gentle smack of his pelvis against your skin arose with every thrust as he entered and exited your fleshy walls.

His eyes glued to the sticky strands of cum clinging around his dick, he pressed his chest against yours, “You're doing such a good job fucking me like this…” You panted, burying your face into the pillow. The praise alone drove him over the edge, Tyrone's hand smoothly moved up to your neck and firmly grasped it, slightly tightening his grip and angling your head towards him.

"Let me see that pretty face when you cum..." he moaned deeply, He swirled his thumb rapidly on your clit while fucking you deeply, causing you to grasp his back tightly, leaving new marks on his dark skin. The room filled with soft moans and gasps as you both surrendered to the pleasure that consumed you.

As the two of you reached the peak of pleasure, his thrusts turned slow and erratic with his breath hitching after every stroke, “oh..fuck..” you keened, You trembled and gasped as he held you, causing your stomach to twist and your juices to flow over his thick manhood, eliciting a moan as he savored the sensation of your warm walls and being inside of you.

Tyrone gradually withdrew from you and He rolled over to the other side of your bed, and the sound of both of your labored breathing filled the room. He looked at you and gently kissed your forehead as Tyrone did.

"Thank you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice sealed with emotion.

"No problem, Tyrone," you replied, your voice laced with sincerity.

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#black!reader #black fanfiction #they cloned tyrone #fontaine #tyrone x Reader #black writer

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harrysmimi · 2 years ago

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After Show

Coffee And Pancakes series P14

Synopsis: Harry and YN finds some alone time after one of his shows to catch up

CW: Smut

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One thing YN was so grateful for were the opportunities she gets to travel now more freely.

It gave her a weird ich, even to think about going to a different country alone. Especially when her family doesn't really seem to care about her existence. She feared for her safety because apparently we still live in a world where no one, especially women can't walk alone.

So, when Harry offers to accompany her, she'd now learnt to taked up the offer. Of course only if she can afford the trip, as she doesn't like to rely on him for anything. She's also gotten more confident traveling alone. She'd learnt to get out of her comfort zone and actually talk to people other than just asking for their coffee orders and serve them.

That also gave her a sense of acceptance about herself as she found people who went through, or are going through similar life situations as hers. Yeah, she loves her friends, Alec and Brielle, she would never trade them for anyone else. But it's nice to make mew acquaintances.

Today, she was going to see Harry after a long time. She had unfortunately missed his birthday this year as her family was nice enough to drag her along with them to their relatives' wedding. It was two week affair. And she hadn't seen him since the after new year's.

She saw him at his concert venue directly, with her luggage bag in hand. He had just gotten off doing the soundcheck. He was surprised because he was supposed to meet her back at his (their!) hotel room, her flight was supposed to be delayed which didn't happened and she got to see him early. Least to say he attacked with a bear hug, as she ran towards him and with her limbs wrapped around him.

"I missed you so much!" She mumbled, her face resting in the gap between his neck and her arm.

"I missed you so much too baby!" He scoffed happily, holding onto her tightly so she doesn't fall straight on her butt. She wouldn't let go. Honestly, he doesn't want her to either. "You good?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, and jumped back on her own two feet. Her arms slipped to wrap around his torso as she looked up at him. "Better now. With you."

"Oh my god, you need to stop flirting with me. I'm engaged for god's sake!" He rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I miss you too much when you're gone!" She snuggle her face into fabric of his hoodie. Harry sighed, slipping his fingers through her hair he massaged her scalp gently.

"I miss you too baby." He whispered, "just a month and we'll be getting and off to our honeymoon, then I'm all yours! For now let's go to my green room." He dragged her and her luggage along with him back stage to his green room. "want a cuppa baby?"

"Sure!" She nodded and looked around his room. The sofa was different but the pillows were same, his humidifier, clothes box, his own suit case with regular clothes. It was felt like him and it felt like home to her. "It's cold here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, a little. The AC's on." He said, "don't feel it while I'm performing though."

"Thank you!" She took the cup of tea he gave her and sat next to her.

"How was your flight?" He asked, his hand rested on her thigh as he scooted closer to her.

"It was fine." YN nodded. "I have to tell you something though!" She placed the hot cup of tea to the side.

"What is it, baby?"

"You remember we talked about trying for a baby, right?" She started off, "well, ummm... I talked to my gynaecologist and my physician, I can get off birth control and we can see from there. They have to change up few of my medications like the painkillers I take for my arthritis and start with prenatal vitamins."

"You sure that's fine with you, baby?" He asked, "changing up the medications and all? I know they'll have to cut off a few things which help you, I don't want you in pain all throughout that time. Being pregnant is hard as it is."

"I don't know." She shrugged, "I have never been pregnant before. But we can see."

"Only if you're so sure about it." He sighed not knowing what to say further, "or we have other options we can opt for always."

"Okay..."

"Don't be upset, love!" He sighed, "I said we have other options only if it doesn't work put of us, okay? I just want to make sure you're fine."

"I am." She assured him.

"Okay." He smiled and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, holding her close to him, "would you like to practice baby making after the show then?"

"I would love to!" She chuckled, giving him a kiss on his mouth. Harry pulled her in before she could try to retrieve, buttoning his mouth back on hers. His hand wandered down to her hips back up inside her shirt rather quickly. "Harry, not here please." She managed to speak up, "anyone can walk in on us."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He sighed, "just missed you so much!"

"I missed you too." She cooed.

They both cuddled for next two hours till he had to get ready for the show, having a nice baby talk. YN fell asleep there.

"Hey baby, do you wanna wake up?" He gave her arm a soft squeeze.

"Hmm?" YN wome up confused.

"Do you want to wake up? I'm about to go on stage in a bit." He shared.

"How long did I sleep for?" She sighed feeling groggy from being woken up from deep sleep.

"A couple of hours."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She sat up, "and yes I'm up now. Want to see you perform."

"Yeah?" He smiled, "well, I have twenty minutes if you want to change to freshen up or something?"

"Yeah, I need to pee. Where is the toilet?"

"The left door." Be pointed behind him. "Wait!" He pulled her back to steal a quick kiss. "Chop-chop baby love." He smack her bum but recieved one right after. "Ouch!"

"Yeah, ouch!" She yawned walking to the bathroom.

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"Last kiss and I'll be out!" Harry promised as he stole another kiss from his missus.

"Harry, stop hogging your missus you need to be on the stage, now!" Tom yelled at him.

"Yes!" Harry yelled back. "Stay safe, okay?"

"I will." She nodded, "go break a bone!"

He felt another smack on his butt. "You're gonna pay for it." He challenged her before he was ready to run out.

"Sure." She rolled her eyes and made her way to the little VIP area by the stage where a few of Harry's industry friends were going to be.

YN's not had a good time with Harry's industry friends except the rest of 1D boys and his immediate work friends like, Jeffery and his wife, Tom, Tyler and the Love Band, well in short his immediate circle of friends. She still had a good amount of amazing people to hang out with whilst her soon-to-be husband worked.

Harry came up on the stage, YN was stood at the side back stage where she can watch him perform. He's like a toddler running around the stage, stumbling and even falling sometimes. Throughout he kept looking at her and smiling.

He's indeed very happy today, especially now his soon-to-be wife is by his side.

He was so happy that he still had the adrenaline pumping through his body when they got back to their room hotel.

"Ow!" YN gasped when he pinned her to the wall, one shoe off as she was stopped by him. He smeared his lips over hers, gathering her hands behind her back. She knew exactly where this was going to go and she didn't mind at all.

It reminded her of their first time. Similar situation, he had just gotten home from a heavy workout session all sweaty. Leading her to his bedroom upstairs, leaving her on the bed for a moment before he went and washed his hands. He debunked that thing for her which she always watched in the movies. And he gave her a head. That's all they did that night. And oh boy did she enjoyed every milliseconds of it, and still remember. YN shocked herself with how comfortable she is with him now versus she was the first time around.

He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor as he picked her up with his hands on her bum. He made his way to the bed, placed her carefully on the mattress as he managed to fit between her thighs. He broke the kiss to give her a breather.

"I missed you so much!" He mumbled leaving a chaste of sloppy wet kissed down her jawline to her neck. A moan slipped through her mouth when she felt his hand on her breast. He lifted his head up to press another kiss on her mouth. "Is it alright if go down on you?"

"Wait..." She stopped him, "haven't shaved down there."

He looked at her in disbelief, "does it look like I care, baby!" It wasn't a question though, "still okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She missed him as well, in every way. But this not their usual thing after being away for months. They usually get a take out, watch TV or just catch up because Harry always tired and jet lagged. Even though he's a horny animal, she's suggest against his needs and make him rest first.

Her man doesn't like to rest.

With one last kiss on her mouth he got to unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off with her knickers. She layed there vulnerable, visibility wet and dripping. Before she could get another moment to get awkward his mouth was on her clit. As much as he loves to make her come with just his mouth, she loves that too.

Feeling his warm tongue move against her already sensitive and swollen bud of nerves, how his fingers occasionally slip inside of her wet hole. Making her squirm under him. Just to replace his digits with his tongue. He's a skill full man.

"Oh, I'm so close!" She muttered with her voice now becoming more breathy and heavy. It's been what feel like an eternity but mostly because they've been away for so long from one another. The feel of his warmth tongue and his digits now pumping inside of her was pushing her just closer to the edge of her orgasm.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" He asked before he gave her clit another hard suck all the while pumping his fingers in ger pussy, "come for me, yeah?" It wasn't long until she was reaching her orgasm. "Was that good?"

"Amazing!" She chuckled, his weight on top of her as he kissed her cheek moving to her neck. "It tickles."

"I love you."

"And I love you more."

"Not a chance!" He scoffed jokingly, "I love you more. And I am sweaty."

"I don't care, I've missed you!" With her arms around his neck it was enough of a que for him to kiss her again.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me then, baby?" He suggested, finally giving her a moment to breathe.

"Mhmm." She nodded. He briefly crouched to take her off her shoe which he barely gave her a moment to take off herself. Slipped off his shoes as he guided her to the bathroom.

"Is that my hoodie?" He realised-- rather late-- she was wearing his black hoodie with 'DAMN.' written on it as he washed up his hands.

"Our hoodie you mean? Yes." She admitted.

"Cheeky!" Harry chuckled, "c'mere." He placed his hands on her hips he propped her up on the wash besin counter. "Want this off?"

"Yes please." She nodded. Despite him being careful, the fabric got caught in her necklace. "Whoops!"

"It's alright." He fixed it quickly as she sat there giggling. It was like the very first time, how her shirt caught up on her earring and she apologised for laughing at that silly thing. "Remember how flustered you were the first time?" He pressed a kiss on her cheek and chin with his arms wrapped around her naked torso.

"Still embarrassed about tha--" her body shuddered feeling his fingertips run feathery strokes on her spine, wetness in between her legs growing once again.

"Still find it to be the most adorable thing." He moved down to her to her neck, leaving a trail of feathery kisses on her warm skin, finally he looked up to place firm kiss on her mouth, "it makes everything feel so much more better. Remember how I got a cramp in my leg the other day?"

"Yeah, you were screaming in a high pitched voice." She giggled.

"Well, I'm not embarrassed about that because it was my fault I didn't drink enough water that day." He explained, "we can have a little laugh you know." With that be picked her up and walked in the shower to place her back on her feet carefully. He took a moment to shed his pants and boxers, the evident kind of hard on of his was now on a full show.

"Harry it's too cold!" She gasped feeling the water fall over her body.

"If I up the temperature, we're going to be boiled by the end." He pointed out.

"It's not that hot!" She argued, and turned rhe heat up just a tiny bit. "Please?"

"It's summer!" He groaned in defeat. She still kept on her cheeky puppy face to convince him as be buttoned her mouth on his standing on her tippy toes. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest one." Her hand slowly crept downwards over his chest and pecks.

"Cheeky!" He kissed her her again. He still enough of her, he hopes it stays that way. Just as he was about to say something, he felt her warm hand wrapped his hardene penis. "Fuck, fuck!"

"Can we go now?" He asked, "just missed you so much!"

"Yes!" She nodded, as she did his hand was behind her knee lifting her leg up at the same time pushing her against the shower wall. Slowly slipping in through her folds. Just heavy breathing to be heard, especially from Harry. Low grunk and cussing in his voice which only grew deeper.

Air in her lungs gor sucked out when he started moving. His hard and deep thrusts making a new rhythm, making her wrap her arms around him for support.

"God I missed you so much!" His forehead rested on her, "so warm for me." It wasn't enough, he slip out, turned her around to slip right back in her. He picked up his pace, making her orgasm right again.

Least to say, they spent about half an hour there.

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"Can we order Pizza?" YN asked, as she tied her bathrobe tie around her waist. Harry had already placed her back on the counter.

"Of course baby, which one do you want?" He was already walking out to grab the hotel phone.

"A small cheese one, thank you." He ordered for the pizza and went back to her, "wanna help you with that." He stopped her as she was about do the last few steps of her skin care. Well, it was just four steps, step was done in the shower. Last two were serum and moisturising.

Harry loves to pamper her.

"Here lemme do that too!" She pulled her Fiancé back towards her caging him in between her legs.

YN placed a few dots on the moisturiser on his cheeks, his forehead, his chin and lastly on his nose for comedic purposes. She proceeded to work the product in his skin, his prominent stubble was poked the skin of her palms. He looked like a little kitten being petted, as she ran her thumbs on the apples of his cheeks.

"Done!" She announced.

"Do you want to be little spoon?" He asked as he picked her up again with one on her back and other behind her knees.

"You know I'm never going to say no to that." She booped his nose, "and you got to let me walk, bestie."

"Just fucked the shit out of you and you're calling me bestie?" He cocked his eye brow up carefully placing her back on her feet just for her to cling back onto him. She tried her best to stand on her wobbly legs, but she was scooped right off her feet and carried to their shared bed.

"I loved it though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. But they were interrupted by the room service.

"The pizza is here, your majesty!" He presented her the pizza in a grant way along with a bottle of water, though he took a sip of it first. "Asked them put extra cheese on it for you my love."

"Thank you!" She grinned.

Harry lied next to her on his spot over his tummy, dressed in his purple bathrobe. "So, about the baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we good now, or do we have to wait till to start trying?"

"Still need to get off birth control." She shared.

"Wait, doesn't that help you with your period?" He realised.

"Kind of, but I think I can go without those now, it's complicated. So these other medications for my arthritis made my period have rave parties every month, it should be good as I'd have to stop taking those meds and switch to something else." She explained, offering him a bite of her pizza which he accepted. "Do you want to go with me to the next appointment? It's after the tour is finished."

"Of course I'd love to go with you darling." He agreed, "and about the wedding. Did you find a dress yet?"

"No..." She pouted, "my grandma doesn't want me to get a white dress."

"Why so, isn't that the traditional colour?"

"Not in India." She smiled sheepishly, "well, everyone does whatever they want now-a-days but my grandma's a little old fashioned. And white is worn at funerals generally."

"Oh, it's so different everywhere then!" He never thought about it until now, "what colour do you want to get then?"

"I want a white, but ahe wants me to get a red one. She said 'You're not having your funeral, you're getting married', it pissed me off. Not like she's paying a single penny. Just not going to take her or my mum to the next appointment at this boutique Brielle found." She shared mocking her grandma's way of talking, giving him yet another bite of her pizza and he was eating it. "Like she's ever going to be invited to either of those."

"Hey, don't say that!" He gasped.

"Right, she won't live that long anyway."

"Oh god, you're a meanie." He gasped again, "big, big, big meanie!"

"Yeah? And that old wrinkly lady isn't?" She chuckled, "she was trying to find me a guy at my sister's. I was fourteen years old!"

"Touché."

"Yeah, and she did. A thirty-two year old man." She added. "Luckily my parents got minds of their own and stood up for me."

"What the fuck!"

"Yeah." She nodded. "He was rich actually, he owned a big finance and insurance company in Saudi."

"So he is rich, rich?" He was stunned.

"Yup, a turn of about eighty-five mil to one billion." She shared, "he died though, Cardiac arrest, five years ago."

"A big loss." He scrunched up his nose.

"Meh, I don't care." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and now you've a Fiancé who's a decent, indie singer." He nodded, "worth it."

"You are anything but Indie, darling." She laughed. "My wait was worth though, now I can be a trophy wife I want to." She leaned back over the fluffy pillow.

"Oh definitely wouldn't mind that." He agreed and scooted closer to sit next to her taking a yet another bite of the slice in her hand, maintaining a eye contact.

"What in the Italian Christian Grey!" She almost choked on the dough in the mouth.

"What's gotten into you today?" Harry laughed, he fetched water just in case. "Being so funny, did you get accidentally drunk?"

"That was sexy not gonna lie." She shared ignoring his remarks.

"Well," he blushed.

"Awh, look at you blushing, my shy baby!" She cooed leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Just just make him giggle again as he chewed on the fold.

Alas he pulled himself together and draped his arm around her shoulder to bring her closer to him. She was just too busy dipping the crust in the complimentary cheese dip.

"Where do you fancy going to for our honeymoon?" He asked. To be honest they planned anything of their honeymoon. Harry wants it to be special and somewhere she haven't been to before, which is a lot of places. He's just lucky he gets paid to travel and perform in diffe parts of the world.

"I don't quite know yet," she spoke with her mouth full of food, "is there anywhere you want to go?"

"I want to know where you want to go, baby." He pushed the baby hairs off her face, "just want to listen to you with this."

"Finally!" She gasped dramatically. Harry has taken almost everything about the wedding planning on himself. "Finally you admitted it!"

"Hey!"

"No, you've taken over everything. I don't know how you switched the plan of The Savoy hotel to your house in Italy!" She sighed dramatically. "The Gucci room isn't available on our wedding, is it?"

"It is, but figured it would be more private if we got married on our own property, baby." He explained, "everything we have, we share now."

"Okay." She nodded, "I don't know how long I'd be able to take on the break for. I guess we can go somewhere near England?"

"Doesn't matter baby, just tell me two of your dream vacation countries or cities and I'll take you there." He said, "and the owner of your cafe is my school friend, I can talk to him for you."

"What?" She almost chocked on cheese and dough, "he's your friend and you never told me that?"

"Well, I never got the chance to.' he shrugged sheepishly, "but I can still talk to him."

"I don't know, I love my job." She pouted. "I don't want him to fire me."

"He won't baby." Harry assured her, "now come on give me two names."

"We can either go to Puerto Rico or Greece?"

"Those are amazing options!" He never thought of those places, "and I've never been to countries. How about we go to both? We can spend a month in Puerto Rico and a month in Greece."

"That's a lot."

"No it's not." He countered, "I've been touring for two and half years, I deserve a long, long honeymoon and vacation with my wife by my side."

"What about our new house? We haven't even started looking for one." She reminded him.

Look, YN can either afford to pay at least some amount for the house or spend it all on their honeymoon plans. No way in heavens Harry's gonna make the trip cheap. He'll find his way to make it extravagant. She'd feel too bad if he's the only one paying for everything.

"We'll start looking for one as soon as we get back." He assured her, "and we have a lot more work to do, we have a baby to make!"

"Yes we do." She blushed. "But seriously, Harry, I don't think I can afford a trip that long."

"Baby!" He cooed, "it's a wedding present from me to you. And you're refusing for me to get you an actual present. So this is perfect."

"I'd feel too bad." She pouted, "you won't let me get you anything either."

"I'm sure you're not going to sit still until you get me anything, baby, so I'd say it's fair enough." He pointed out, "come on, please? Let me take you somewhere you've always wanted to go!"

"Okay, let's go to Greece but just for two weeks."

"Four?" He negotiated.

"Okay!" She sighed in defeat, there is no point in negotiating with his there. He's going to just tease her further. They sealed their deal with a kiss. "Oh god, why is this so stressful? We have to register for our marriage certificate."

"We'll have my lawyer do that for us, baby, don't worry about it." He assured her.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"I, uhhhh, want to take your last name." She shared hesitantly.

"You want to?" He looked rather shocked.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "you don't mind that right, you seem shocked?"

"Of course I don't baby. I just did not expect that, yes. But I'm happy either way." He shrugged. "You really want to do that?"

"Mhmm." She nodded snuggling closer to him.

They talked more about their wedding planning, and preparations until one of them was fast asleep. Well, it was YN fell asleep first.

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Y/N is in control leaving Jack trying to get the upper hand 🏋️‍♀️

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THE CLUB

Jack saw you walk in from where he was on the upper floor. You didn’t even know he was there. He had heard about you from The Homies talking about some girl named Y/N. “Naw she like fine fine bruh.” They said as they couldn’t shut up about meeting you. “And real cute, down to earth, you know how Midwest girls are.” They said nudging Jack as they hung out by Indi’s Chicken one day. It was always great to come home and chill. Jack was a Kentucky boy through and through.

“Don’t have to tell me brother.” Jack said with a side grin. “She all that huh?” He said to them as he finished his milk shake with a loud slurp.

“Yeah bruh. Cute as hell.” They all confirmed

“Invite her out tonight then” Jack said “The more the merrier”

“Bet, unlike these losers, I got her private IG.” Ace said as him and Jack parted ways “I’m texting her right now.”

“She on private huh?” Jack said with a raised brow. He was bored with the current selection in his hometown and had been with more than a few local girls making it hard to date. Meeting someone from out of town sounded fun and he preferred talking to people as private as him.

Jack had never really seen the guys like this about a girl. She must be SOMETHING. When he saw you he recognized you from the kickball game. Cutesy face, and thick as hell. He snuck down to the main area of the club. “I gotta see for myself what this chick is all about” he thought. “Hey Y/N?” You heard from behind you and a tap on your shoulder.

There was no mistaking whose voice that was. “In the flesh” You said sweetly turning around and causally sipping on your drink. This lit a spark in Jack he couldn’t explain and not sure he liked it.

“Not your typical way to answer that question.” Jack said. He was used to having a very disarming affect on women.

“Yeah you from the kickball game right? Even seen you at a couple shows. You know my boys huh?” He said trying to strike up a convo.

“Yeah, a little bit. They dope.” You answered. “Can’t believe you’re out. You don’t club it much as far as I know.” You said looking quizzically at him.

Jack couldn’t believe how regular you were treating him. “How she talking to me like I’m just some dude?” You were so chill it was throwing him off.

Just then The Homies started coming in. Ace came up to you immediately. “Y/N!” He excitedly said hugging you. Jack felt a way about Ace hugging you but didn’t know why.

“I live here now” You announced

“Da fuck!?” Ace said taking a few steps back while holding onto your hand which Jack was uncomfortable with. “Sweet, we’ll have to hang” Ace said hugging you again and holding on for a bit too long.

“Shit. Why did I tell him that?” You said to yourself as he seemed way too excited and you didn’t like him like that.

“Y/N lets dance!” Your friend said pulling you to the dance floor. Jack and Ace watched as you disappeared onto the crowded dance floor.

Jack could see Ace was much more interested than you were “What a weird chick.” He thought, but was curious.

THE GYM

“And 1! 2! 3!” The instructor shouted. “Get those knees up!” Why you decided to go to spin class after a night out you didn’t know. You regretted it the whole time but you weren’t the type to make excuses. As you were wiping your brow and downing some water you noticed someone in a hoodie over his head and headphones in a corner with a trainer.

“I’d know those curls popping out of that hoodie anywhere.” You said but headed to the treadmill as you didn’t want to bother him. You would enjoy the view of Jack working out from a distance.

“Come on bruh. Just a couple more. It’s light weight.” The trainer encouraged Jack.

“Ughhh!” Jack grunted as he did his last lift, the barbell crashing to the floor.

“Dassit!” His trainer exclaimed “You a beast man! Now rest for a bit.” He said

Jack took his headphones off and his hoodie as he was panting heavily. He threw his head back and downed an entire bottle of water in one go, his wet curls cascading and clinging to his face.

You almost fell off the treadmill watching him. He went back into his set. He bent over to lift the bar. This time his trainer added more weight. You looked on practically drooling as he clenched his butt and pulled on the bar.

“Ughhhh!” He said loudly as he dropped the bar again.

“He really needs to stop doing that.” You said to yourself trying to think of something else, you changed the music in your headphones and the incline on the machine. You decided to work off the sexual tension you were filled with by going hard.

“Hey easy tiger.” It was that voice behind you again. You heard it through your headphones. That deep raspy smooth voice rumbled through one of his songs you were listening to right now. Ironically this was like a scene right out of Funny Seeing You Here. You felt his presence strongly behind you and pretended not to hear.

Jack came around to the front of the treadmill now to get your attention. You flashed him a sweaty smile and continued running. It was hard for him to believe you fully intended on finishing what you were doing and not acting at all surprised to see him.

He waited for you to finish. “She on one.” He thought as he texted Urban. He was slightly irritated and turned on at the same time. “You finally done?” He said with tension in his voice as you slowed way down to a walk panting heavily.

“Sorry, you waiting to use the machine?” You asked him plainly like he was anyone.

Jack couldn’t believe you right now. “Naw” is all he could manage to say. He handed you your towel.

“Thanks” you said flippantly “Nice set.” You complimented motioning over to where you had seen him lifting weights “You really do be on demon time, and it shows.” You flung your towel over your shoulder nonchalantly and started walking away.

You threw him off again with the compliment while not seeming at all interested in him. This sent his competitive nature into overdrive.

“You want to hit the juice bar? My treat” Jack offered catching up with you.

“Um sure, thank you.” You said cautiously. You had heard about Jack and rappers in general.

“Let’s drink these outside” He said wanting to talk to you outside of the noisy gym.

You followed him to a grassy area through the patio doors of the juice bar into the fresh breeze, leaving the blaring music and hot stuffy gym in the distance.

“After you” Jack said letting you sit down on the bench first. You intimidated him and he wasn’t used to feeling that.

“So it’s Y/N right? That what people call you?” He asked.

“My full name is Y/N but Y/N will do” You said slurping on your fresh green juice.

“Always a smart fucking answer.” He thought. “Ok Y/N will do.” He said slightly irritated with air quotes “You just moved here?”

“Is this an interview?” You said flashing a cocky grin

“Yeah its a fuking interview.” Jack shot back “But I just decided I’m not hiring” He got up to leave in a huff, fed up with your slick answers.

“Jack, chill out, I’m just playing. Come on sit.” You said apologetically patting the spot beside you.

He was embarrassed he was showing his sensitivity and sat back down blushing. You had control and he didn’t know how you got it.

“I am a researcher and I’m doing my masters degree. I’m in Kentucky for work and… just a change, I guess.” You said not wanting someone with Jack’s reputation with women to know too much about you.

Jack admired you immediately. He was so impressed and in awe that you were not trying to be all up in the scene. You had your fun sometimes but was hard at work like him. “I really admire you for all you’re doing.” He said honestly “Most girls I know just trying to get with some rapper for a comfortable life.”

“Um no not me.” You said assuredly “I am set on furthering my education. I guess I’m a nerd to you and your friends. Welp, thanks for the juice Jackman.” You said tossing your cup. You were so nervous you gulped it down and had a brain freeze you were trying not to show.

“Ha!” He said pointing at you “I knew you were a real fan! Fucking knew it!!” He danced in victory as you had broken your cool facade by saying his government name. Only true fans called him Jackman and you did so casually.

“I don’t know what you mean. You alright, but lot of misses for me tbh.” You said trying to gain your power back.

“Naw, you said it. You outted yourself!” He was in trash talking mode now. “I knew it. I was like no way this girl so cool around me every time.”

This bothered you a bit. “Hold on Mr. Harlow.” You said looking him dead in the eye. “Don’t go thinking you’re all that.” You poked his chest with that tempting bit of chest hair poking out from his tank top.

“Well if there was ever any doubt you’re from the Midwest there it goes.” He said having fun now with this crack in your facade.

“How did you know that?” You said surprised

“My guys told me.” Jack said “Look let’s start over… Hi, I’m Jack.” He said holding out his soft hand for a truce handshake.

“What is this Chicken Shop Date?” You giggled “Mighty soft hands for someone lifting that kind of weight.” You said flirtatiously.

Your cool demeanour and ambition had Jack hooked “You’re not like these airheads out here.” He complimented moving close to so nobody could easedrop. “Can I take you out sometime?”

“That would be nice.” You said screaming inside with him moving in so close you could feel the heat from his body that towered over you.

“Damn. I gotta focus on her intelligence cuz that is a whole lotta ass.” Jack said to himself as he was mesmerized by the switch of your ass watching you walk in front of him. If you were his girl he would have slapped it from you being so sassy.

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weight-gain-stories-lena · 1 month ago

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FROM PARTY LION TO COUCH HOG

Male Feedee and Female Feeders

-Part 1-

Adam was the life of every party, a 21-year-old heartthrob with a chiseled jawline, a six-pack that turned heads, and a carefree attitude that made him irresistible. Every weekend, he could be found at the hottest clubs, dancing until dawn, charming his way into the hearts of countless women. But one fateful Friday night, as neon lights pulsed and music thumped, his life took an unexpected turn.

That night, Adam met Rebecca. She was 20, with a warm smile and sparkling green eyes that contrasted her quiet confidence. She wasn’t the kind of girl who usually caught Adam’s eye—she was soft, with curves that radiated comfort rather than the sharp angles he typically pursued. But something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her laugh, or the way she didn’t try to impress him. Whatever it was, he found himself captivated.

After a night of dancing and talking, Rebecca invited Adam to her favorite late-night diner. He agreed, curious to learn more about this girl who seemed so different from anyone he’d met. Over milkshakes and burgers, Rebecca introduced him to a side of life he’d never explored: indulgence without guilt. She didn’t count calories or obsess over appearances. She simply enjoyed life, savoring every bite, every moment.

Adam found her perspective refreshing. Soon, their late-night diner visits became a regular thing. Clubbing gave way to cozy nights at Rebecca’s apartment, where she cooked for him. And oh, could she cook. Pancakes dripping with syrup for breakfast, gooey lasagnas for dinner, and decadent desserts that Adam couldn’t resist.

At first, Adam thought he’d keep his gym routine and active lifestyle, but slowly, Rebecca’s easygoing attitude began to rub off on him. He skipped workouts here and there, then entirely. His once-toned body softened, his abs disappearing beneath a growing layer of fat. He traded his fitted party shirts for baggy sweatpants and hoodies, and his nights out became nights in, cuddling on the couch with Rebecca and a mountain of snacks.

Rebecca loved feeding Adam. She’d giggle as she offered him another helping, her eyes lighting up as he eagerly accepted. She praised his growing belly, telling him how much she loved seeing him relax and enjoy himself. Adam, to his surprise, found that he didn’t mind. In fact, he liked it. There was something comforting about letting go, about not worrying about his appearance or impressing anyone. With Rebecca, he felt completely at ease.

Months passed, and Adam transformed. The once-lean party lion was now a soft, chubby couch hog. His face had rounded, his belly spilled over his waistband, and his once-athletic frame now wobbled when he moved. But he was happy. Rebecca adored him just as he was, and Adam had discovered a new kind of joy in his life—one that wasn’t about external validation but about simple pleasures and unconditional love.

One evening, as they sat on the couch, sharing a giant bowl of popcorn, Adam looked at Rebecca and realized how much she’d changed him. She’d shown him a new way to live, a new way to love himself. “You’ve really fattened me up, haven’t you?” he joked, patting his belly.

Rebecca smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “And you love it, don’t you?”

Adam laughed, pulling her close. “Yeah, I think I do.”

For the first time in his life, Adam wasn’t chasing the next party or the next fleeting thrill. He’d found something better—someone who loved him for who he was, no matter how much he changed. And in Rebecca’s arms, with his belly full and his heart fuller, he knew he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

-Part 2-

As the months went on, Adam fully embraced his new lifestyle. The clubs, the gym, and the constant need to impress others were distant memories. Nights that were once spent drenched in sweat on the dance floor were now spent with Rebecca in their cozy apartment. The only sweat he broke now was when he moved off the couch to fetch another snack—though Rebecca rarely let him do that. She loved doting on him, and Adam had grown to adore being pampered by her.

Rebecca’s love for cooking seemed endless, and she turned every meal into a feast. Breakfasts became extravagant spreads of waffles stacked with whipped cream and syrup, plates of bacon and eggs, and buttery croissants stuffed with chocolate. Lunches were hearty—triple-stacked sandwiches dripping with cheese and fries piled high on the side. Dinner? Dinner was her masterpiece: creamy pastas, massive steaks, loaded mashed potatoes, and desserts so rich and decadent they left Adam in a blissful food coma every time.

“More, babe?” Rebecca asked one evening as she placed a steaming platter of mac and cheese in front of Adam. He was already leaning back on the couch, his sweatpants straining around his thighs, his belly pushing firmly against his stretched-out T-shirt.

“You’re gonna make me pop,” Adam teased, but his grin betrayed him. He loved the way Rebecca fussed over him, always eager to keep him full and happy.

She pouted playfully. “You can handle it. My big boy has a big appetite.” With that, she scooped another hefty serving onto his plate, her eyes sparkling as she watched him dig in.

Adam had to admit—he liked the attention. Sure, he wasn’t the ripped heartthrob he used to be, but he felt better than ever. Rebecca constantly showered him with affection, praising how “soft” and “cuddly�� he was now. She loved running her hands over his belly, squeezing his thicker arms, and resting her head against his broad chest when they cuddled.

And Adam? He loved the way she made him feel. The once-superficial party boy now felt more cared for, more loved, than ever before. His growing body became a symbol of their bond, a sign of how deeply Rebecca adored him—and how much he trusted her.

Soon, Rebecca began to take her feeding to the next level. She’d make midnight snacks even when Adam insisted he was full. “Just a little something sweet before bed,” she’d say, bringing him plates of cookies, bowls of ice cream, or slices of pie topped with whipped cream. At first, he’d protest, but she always knew how to coax him, her soft voice and gentle touch making it impossible to say no.

One evening, Rebecca surprised Adam with a custom-made chair. It was wide, sturdy, and covered in plush fabric. “I noticed you’ve outgrown the old one,” she teased, giving his belly a playful pat. “You deserve a throne fit for my king.”

Adam laughed, sinking into the chair and realizing just how perfectly it fit him. “You’re spoiling me,” he said, though the way he leaned back and rested his hands on his belly showed he wasn’t complaining.

“That’s the point,” Rebecca replied, kissing his cheek. “I love seeing you happy—and full.”

Over time, their little world became one of indulgence and comfort. Rebecca took pride in how much Adam had changed, and Adam, to his surprise, found that he loved it too. His wardrobe shifted entirely to oversized clothes, and his movements slowed as he carried more weight, but Rebecca was always there to support him—literally and figuratively.

One afternoon, as Adam lay sprawled on the couch, Rebecca brought over a tray loaded with snacks. “Babe, you’ve really turned me into your personal hog,” he said, smirking as he accepted a slice of cake.

Rebecca grinned, sitting beside him and resting her hand on his belly. “And you’re the cutest hog I’ve ever seen. You belong right here—with me, happy and well-fed.”

Adam leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “If this is what being spoiled feels like, I’m never leaving.”

And he meant it. For the first time in his life, Adam didn’t feel the pressure to be someone he wasn’t. He was Rebecca’s, through and through, and together they created a life filled with love, laughter, and, of course, plenty of food.

-Part 3-

It was a quiet Tuesday evening, and Adam was comfortably settled into his custom-made chair, a throne that now seemed like a necessity rather than a luxury. The chair creaked slightly under his weight as he leaned back, one hand lazily shoveling nachos into his mouth from a tray balanced on his immense belly. His once-toned physique was now a distant memory, replaced by a body that spoke of endless indulgence and comfort. He didn’t mind. In fact, he loved the way his belly spread out over his lap, a symbol of his new life with Rebecca.

Rebecca was in the kitchen, baking a batch of cookies, humming softly to herself. The smell of melted chocolate filled the apartment, mixing with the faint sound of the TV. Life was perfect.

Then, Adam’s phone buzzed on the armrest of his chair. He wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin and picked it up, squinting at the screen. It was a text from Nadia, one of his old club friends.

**Nadia:** *“Hey, stranger! Haven’t seen you in forever. We’re hitting the club tonight. You in?”*

Adam smirked, crumbs dusting his lips. The thought of squeezing into his old club clothes and hitting the dance floor was laughable. Instead of replying with an excuse, he decided to just be honest.

**Adam:** *“Not really my scene anymore. Why don’t you just come over instead?”*

The reply came quickly, filled with confusion and a hint of curiosity.

**Nadia:** *“Wait, what? You? Home? Alright, I’ve got to see this for myself.”*

About thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Rebecca wiped her hands on a dish towel and opened it, smiling warmly as Nadia stepped inside. Nadia was dressed to kill, her sparkly outfit clinging to her toned figure. But her jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw Adam.

“Adam?!” she exclaimed, staring at him. “What happened to you?”

Adam chuckled, his belly bouncing slightly as he shifted in his chair to get more comfortable. “What, can’t a guy enjoy some nachos in peace?”

Nadia blinked, clearly trying to process the sight before her. The Adam she remembered was lean, muscular, and always on the move. The man sitting before her now was almost unrecognizable—soft, round, and utterly content.

Rebecca walked over, placing a fresh plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of Adam. “Would you like one?” she asked Nadia with a polite smile.

Nadia shook her head, her gaze flicking between Adam and Rebecca. “I’m sorry, but… how did *this* happen? Adam was the king of the clubs. Now he’s…” She gestured vaguely at his sprawling body.

Rebecca chuckled, sitting down on the arm of Adam’s chair and resting a hand on his belly. “He’s happy, that’s what he is.”

Adam smirked, popping another nacho into his mouth. “She’s not wrong.”

“But…” Nadia lowered her voice, leaning closer to Rebecca. “How did you *do* this? I mean, he used to be the guy who couldn’t sit still, who had girls lining up for him. Now he’s… what? A house hog?”

Rebecca grinned, her hand gently rubbing Adam’s belly as if to emphasize her point. “It wasn’t hard, honestly. All Adam needed was someone to show him that there’s more to life than partying and trying to impress people. I gave him a space where he could just… be himself. No expectations, no pressure. And, of course…” She winked. “A little bit of love and a lot of good food didn’t hurt.”

Adam chimed in, his voice relaxed and warm. “She made me realize I didn’t need to keep up with all that club nonsense. This,” he said, gesturing to himself and the cozy apartment around them, “is way better. I get to eat amazing food, chill out, and be with someone who actually cares about me.”

Nadia raised an eyebrow, still struggling to wrap her head around the transformation. “And… you’re just okay with this? Staying home, getting bigger, letting go of… everything?”

Adam leaned back, patting his belly with a satisfied grin. “More than okay. I love it. Rebecca made me realize what real happiness feels like. And trust me, it’s not on the dance floor.”

Rebecca looked at Nadia, her smile softening. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to change someone when they’re ready to let go of what’s holding them back. All Adam needed was a little push—and a lot of nachos.”

Nadia couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Well, I guess you’ve got it all figured out. Honestly, Adam, I’ve never seen you look this… relaxed.”

Adam raised a cookie in mock salute. “To being spoiled rotten.”

As Nadia sat down to catch up, she realized that the Adam she once knew was gone. In his place was a man who had found true contentment—not in the flashing lights of the club, but in the arms of someone who loved him just as he was.

-Part 4-

A few days after her visit to Adam and Rebecca’s apartment, Nadia couldn’t shake what she’d seen. The transformation Adam had undergone was mind-blowing. She remembered the lean, muscular party boy who once turned heads wherever he went, and now… well, now he was unrecognizable. But more than that, Nadia was intrigued by Rebecca’s role in the whole thing. How had she managed to turn Adam, of all people, into such a massive, content couch hog—and so quickly?

Nadia texted Rebecca, asking if they could meet up for coffee. Rebecca, always friendly, agreed without hesitation. The two met at a small café, the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air as they sat at a corner table.

“So,” Rebecca said, sipping her latte, “what’s on your mind?”

Nadia leaned forward, lowering her voice. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about Adam. He’s so different now. And I have to ask—how did you fatten him up so much? I mean, he was always so obsessed with his looks, his body. And now… well, you’ve turned him into a completely different person.”

Rebecca smiled knowingly, leaning back in her chair. “It wasn’t as hard as you’d think. Adam was tired of the pressure, the constant need to prove himself. I just gave him a space where he could relax and let go. And honestly, once I started feeding him, he didn’t put up much resistance. He loves being pampered, and I love seeing him happy—and full.”

Nadia nodded slowly, still trying to wrap her head around it. “But… I mean, you’ve really *fattened* him up. Like, he’s huge now. That didn’t happen overnight. Did you… I don’t know, plan this?”

Rebecca chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Not exactly. It started small—just cooking for him, making sure he always had enough to eat. But when I saw how much he enjoyed it, how much he loved being taken care of, I leaned into it. I started making bigger portions, more snacks, more desserts. And he loved every second of it.”

Nadia hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer. “Do you… like seeing him get bigger? I mean, is that part of it for you?”

Rebecca didn’t flinch, her smile growing wider. “I won’t lie—I love it. There’s something so satisfying about seeing him so well-fed, so soft and cuddly. And knowing I’m the one who made him that way? It’s the best feeling in the world.”

Nadia sat back, her mind racing. She’d always been fascinated by control, by the idea of shaping someone else’s life. And seeing Adam—so far gone, so completely transformed—had sparked something in her. She hesitated, biting her lip, before finally asking the question that had been on her mind since she’d walked into their apartment.

“Do you think… I could help?”

Rebecca tilted her head, intrigued. “Help? What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Nadia took a deep breath. “You’ve already done so much with Adam, but what if we worked together? I could help you fatten him up even more. Faster. You clearly know what you’re doing, but with two of us… well, imagine how much progress we could make.”

Rebecca studied Nadia for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. “You want to help me spoil Adam even more?”

Nadia nodded, her excitement growing. “Yes. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to complain, right? He seems completely happy to just sit back and let you take care of him. And honestly… it sounds kind of fun.”

Rebecca laughed, leaning forward. “You’re not wrong. He’s the easiest person to spoil. But if you’re serious about this, we’d have to set some ground rules. Adam’s happiness comes first, always. This isn’t about pushing him into something he doesn’t want. It’s about making him feel good, making him feel loved.”

“Of course,” Nadia agreed quickly. “I wouldn’t want to do anything he’s not okay with. But… I think he’d be okay with it. More than okay.”

Rebecca nodded, her mind already racing with ideas. “Alright, then. Let’s do it. But you’ll have to follow my lead. I’ve got a system, and it’s clearly working.”

Nadia grinned, thrilled by the opportunity. “Deal. So… what’s the first step?”

Rebecca smirked, leaning back in her chair. “First step? We’re going to need a lot more groceries.”

The two women spent the next hour brainstorming, Rebecca sharing her strategies and Nadia suggesting new ideas. By the time they left the café, they were a team with a shared goal: to make Adam the happiest—and most indulgently spoiled—man he could possibly be. And with Rebecca’s experience and Nadia’s enthusiasm, there was no telling just how far they could take it.

-Part 5-

As the days turned into weeks, the plan that Rebecca and Nadia devised came to life with surprising speed. Together, they made sure Adam’s days were filled with indulgence, comfort, and affection. They became a well-oiled machine, each taking their turns spoiling him, feeding him more than he could ever imagine, and doting on him in a way that made him feel like the center of their world.

Rebecca and Nadia knew exactly how to pamper Adam. They’d take turns cooking his favorite meals, each one more decadent than the last. His belly, already stretched from months of indulgence, grew even bigger, a round, soft mound that jutted out proudly as he sat in his chair, always surrounded by food. Adam couldn’t believe how easy it was to relax into this new life. He didn’t have to worry about hitting the gym or looking perfect; all he had to do was enjoy the company of the two women who had taken over his world.

One evening, after a massive dinner of lasagna, garlic bread, and a huge bowl of creamy mashed potatoes, Nadia and Rebecca exchanged a glance. They’d been working together for weeks now, and it was clear that Adam was thriving under their care. His belly had grown so much that it was now a constant companion, spreading out like a soft, heavy cushion on his lap. But more than that, he was *happy*. He loved the attention they showered on him, the way they would feed him and then fuss over how much more he could eat, sometimes feeding him bite by bite as if he were their little project.

As Adam reclined in his special chair, rubbing his bloated stomach contentedly, Nadia leaned over and whispered to Rebecca. “You know, I’ve been thinking…” She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “We’ve been feeding him so much, giving him all this attention, and he loves it. But I think it could be even better. What if we took it to the next level?”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Nadia smirked. “Well, think about it. What if we served him... like *this*?” She motioned to herself, and then to Rebecca, both of them wearing nothing but their underwear. “We feed him while we’re only in our undies. It’d be like a private, indulgent little show just for him.”

Rebecca’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You’re not wrong. He’s already eating like a king, so why not add some extra fun to the mix? Besides, he adores the attention, and I think he’d love this idea.”

Adam, overhearing them, lazily lifted his head from the pillow he’d been resting on. His eyes, half-lidded with satisfaction, brightened. “What are you two talking about?” His voice was soft, but there was a clear spark of curiosity in it. He could already guess where this conversation was going.

Rebecca winked at Nadia and then leaned close to Adam, running her fingers through his thick, messy hair. “We were thinking of making your next meal... a little more... personal,” she said with a playful smile.

Adam’s eyes widened slightly, his hands instinctively resting on the sides of his massive belly. He could feel the heat rising in his chest as he processed what they were suggesting. “You mean…” he started, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “… you two are going to serve me *like this*?”

Nadia nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Exactly. We know how much you love being pampered, Adam. What better way to spoil you than with a double dose of attention... and a lot more food?” She traced a finger around the rim of his plate, teasing him with the idea.

Adam, now practically purring with anticipation, grinned. He couldn’t get enough of the way Rebecca and Nadia made him feel. There was no shame, no rush, just pure, unadulterated comfort in their presence. “I’m in,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure.

The plan quickly came together. That night, Rebecca and Nadia slipped into their underwear, a daring and sensual twist to the evening’s usual routine. The mood shifted, a delicious blend of indulgence and intimacy filling the room. Adam reclined even further into his chair, his belly spreading out in front of him like a vast, soft pillow as he waited eagerly for the next course.

The two women took turns feeding him, placing bite after bite into his mouth, offering him dessert after dessert. Their movements were slow and deliberate, making sure that Adam received the full experience. Every few moments, they’d exchange glances and smiles, knowing that Adam’s contentment was the ultimate reward. He was becoming even more relaxed, and his already massive belly seemed to grow with each new bite. They’d rub his belly gently between courses, their fingers tracing the soft swell of his expanding girth.

“You’re looking so good, Adam,” Rebecca cooed, her fingers brushing over his full stomach, pressing gently into the soft flesh. “So full, so spoiled.”

Nadia added, “I think you’re going to need a whole new wardrobe soon, huh?” She giggled, watching as Adam’s stomach rose and fell with each breath.

Adam could only nod, too full to say much else, his body heavy with food and affection. He’d never been more relaxed, more content, and his heart swelled with love for the two women who had made him feel so cherished. “This is… perfect,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the food he’d just devoured.

As the evening drew to a close, the two women stood back, admiring their work. Adam was the picture of indulgence, his massive belly stretched out before him, his body soft and round. He had clearly loved every second of the attention, and he had a satisfied smile plastered on his face as he rested in his chair, completely full and completely at peace.

“We’ve got this down to an art, don’t we?” Rebecca said with a satisfied grin, looking at Nadia.

Nadia nodded, leaning over to kiss Adam’s cheek. “We definitely do. And we’re just getting started.”

-Part 6-

As the weeks continued, Adam’s transformation reached new heights. His indulgence in food, constant pampering from Rebecca and Nadia, and complete surrender to his new lifestyle had pushed him further than he ever imagined. His belly, which had once been a manageable bulge, now jutted out far beyond what he thought possible. His clothes, once loose and comfortable, had begun to feel increasingly tight, but Adam didn’t care. The pleasure of being pampered, fed, and adored was more than enough to make up for the discomfort of stretched fabrics.

One evening, after yet another massive feast of pizza, wings, and an extra-large cheesecake for dessert, Adam settled back into his favorite chair, his belly pushing firmly against the fabric of his oversized sweatpants. His body had become so round, his legs so thick, that it seemed impossible for him to fit into anything that wasn’t specially made for his size. But even those clothes were beginning to feel like they were on the verge of bursting.

Rebecca and Nadia exchanged amused glances as they watched Adam absentmindedly rub his swollen belly, a blissful smile on his face. He was so content that he barely noticed how tight his sweatpants were becoming. “I think we might need to go up a size again,” Rebecca said with a grin, eyeing Adam’s clothes, which were starting to stretch in all the wrong places.

Adam laughed, his hands pressing against his stomach in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. “Yeah, these aren’t going to last much longer.”

Nadia playfully poked at his belly, causing him to giggle. “Your clothes are practically begging for mercy, Adam. At this point, they’re about to snap.”

As if on cue, the seams along the sides of Adam’s sweatpants began to strain and crack, the fabric giving way to the enormous size of his body. The waistband, which had once comfortably wrapped around his midsection, now barely clung to his hips, cutting into his soft flesh. Adam barely had time to react before he heard a loud *pop*.

Rebecca’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw the waistband burst open, the fabric giving way to Adam’s overfed belly. Nadia burst into laughter, covering her mouth as she watched Adam’s clothes finally surrender to his massive size. Adam, not at all surprised but still slightly amused, let out a soft chuckle, his hand reaching down to rub the exposed skin of his belly. “Guess I’ve outgrown these, huh?”

Rebecca giggled, walking over and gently patting Adam’s belly. “I think it’s time for some new clothes, darling. Those were never going to hold up for long.”

Adam smiled contentedly, feeling no shame in his body’s dramatic transformation. “I’m not complaining,” he said, his voice full of satisfaction. “I feel great. A little tight, sure, but it’s worth it.”

Nadia leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You’re a walking example of indulgence, Adam. But I think we can all agree, it’s time to treat you to some new clothes—ones that fit *properly*.”

Adam nodded, his fingers tracing the outline of his overstuffed belly. “Definitely. Maybe something even looser next time.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he shot a playful look at Rebecca and Nadia. “After all, I’ve got a lot more room to fill.”

Rebecca and Nadia both laughed, exchanging knowing glances. It was clear they weren’t done spoiling Adam. His transformation was far from over, and they were more than willing to continue feeding him, pampering him, and watching his body grow even larger, inch by delicious inch.

As Adam settled back into his chair, now free of the restrictive sweatpants, he sighed happily. The evening had been another perfect example of what he had come to love most: the full, satisfying feeling that came from being completely and utterly cared for. And with Rebecca and Nadia by his side, he was sure that there would be plenty more indulgence—and plenty more *growing*—in his future.

-Part 7-

As the days passed, Adam’s belly continued its relentless expansion. The once proud mound of soft, round flesh had become a true testament to his indulgence—a massive, jiggling expanse that now hung well over his knees. His clothes, no matter how generously sized, couldn’t keep up with his rapid growth. Even the oversized sweatpants he’d worn for the last few weeks were now stretched to their limits, barely containing his ever-growing midsection.

Rebecca and Nadia had made several attempts to find clothes that would fit Adam’s new size. They spent hours shopping, but each time they returned with something they thought might work, they found it didn’t even come close to fitting. Adam’s size was simply too far beyond what normal stores could provide without resorting to custom-made items—clothes that would cost a fortune. The frustration mounted as they tried to find something that would fit him without having to spend hundreds of dollars on specialty items.

After one particularly unsuccessful shopping trip, Rebecca sat down beside Adam, her eyes scanning his massive belly. It hung over his knees now, an overwhelming presence that jutted out in front of him like a soft mountain. She let out a sigh, a thoughtful look crossing her face. Nadia, too, seemed a bit defeated as she flopped onto the couch beside Adam.

“We’re never going to find clothes that fit him,” Nadia muttered, shaking her head. “We’ve tried everything.”

Rebecca paused, then looked at Adam, who was comfortably settled into his favorite chair, his hands gently rubbing the top of his belly. He looked completely at ease, and despite the discomfort of his tight clothes, he seemed happier than ever.

“I think we’re overthinking it,” Rebecca said slowly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Why bother with pants at all?”

Nadia blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

Rebecca’s grin widened. “I mean, why not just let Adam go without them? He’s already way past the point of needing pants, and honestly, they’re just uncomfortable for him now. It’s not like he’s going anywhere. Plus, he looks even better when he’s free from all that tight fabric. Let’s just let him stay comfortable.”

Adam’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. He had never been one to shy away from comfort, and the idea of being free from the constriction of his pants sounded perfect. His body, already so heavy with food and indulgence, could finally relax without any pressure from his clothes.

“Yeah,” Adam agreed with a smile, his voice thick with satisfaction. “This sounds like a great idea. I’ve been so full lately that my pants feel like they’re suffocating me. It’d be so much more comfortable without them.”

Rebecca giggled, gently patting his huge belly. “Exactly. And you look even better without them. You deserve to relax in style.”

Nadia, still a little unsure but going along with the plan, shrugged. “Well, I suppose that’s one way to go about it. As long as you’re happy, Adam.”

With a decisive motion, Rebecca helped Adam slide out of his sweatpants, leaving him in just his underwear. Adam stretched his legs out, feeling the instant relief as his belly finally had room to breathe. The sensation of his massive stomach being completely free from the confines of his clothes made him sigh with contentment. His belly, so round and soft, hung proudly over his lap, draping over his knees with a comforting weight.

For the first time in weeks, Adam felt truly comfortable, and as he leaned back into his chair, he felt completely at peace. His massive belly jiggled gently as he shifted, and he couldn’t help but smile. It had taken a while to get to this point, but now, sitting without his pants, he felt like the king of indulgence.

Rebecca and Nadia exchanged amused looks before focusing their attention on Adam, both of them clearly enjoying the sight of their beloved “project” in such a relaxed, carefree state. They continued to feed him, offering him snack after snack, and Adam didn’t hesitate to indulge in every bite. As he stuffed his face with nachos, chocolate, and cakes, his belly grew even heavier, hanging further over his knees, but he couldn’t care less. It was a new level of indulgence, one that left him completely at ease.

Nadia grinned as she handed him another plate of food. “I think we’ve reached a new milestone here, haven’t we, Adam?”

Adam smiled back, a crumb of chocolate still on his lips. “Yeah, I think so. No more pants for me. This is the life.”

Rebecca laughed softly, running a hand through Adam’s hair as she watched him devour another bite. “You look amazing, Adam. Absolutely perfect.”

The three of them spent the rest of the evening lounging around the apartment, enjoying the simple pleasures of good food, good company, and, for Adam, the luxury of being able to relax without the discomfort of his clothes. His belly, as big and full as ever, rested comfortably on his lap, a proud symbol of his indulgence and contentment.

And as the night wore on, Adam realized he had found something he never knew he needed: complete freedom. Free from the pressures of looking a certain way, free from the constraints of clothes, and most importantly, free to embrace the full, indulgent life that Rebecca and Nadia had given him. It wasn’t just about food or comfort—it was about love, acceptance, and enjoying life exactly as it was.

-Part 8-

As the days turned into weeks, Adam's indulgence continued to escalate. Rebecca and Nadia were more than happy to keep him well-fed, always finding new ways to spoil him with rich, decadent foods. Adam’s appetite had grown insatiable, and the sight of his ever-expanding belly was both impressive and slightly overwhelming. His belly, already gigantic, now forced his legs to spread apart as it pushed outward, weighing down on his body with increasing intensity. It was becoming clear that there was no going back for Adam—he was slipping further and further into his new, overfed reality, and he couldn’t have been happier.

At first, his belly had simply hung comfortably over his lap, a soft cushion that jutted out proudly from his waist. But now, it had reached a size where it no longer rested lightly on his legs. Instead, his stomach was so large that it practically filled his lap, pushing his legs apart as it took up more and more space. When he sat, he could feel his legs slowly splaying out to accommodate the immense weight of his belly, his thighs growing softer and thicker as well. His body had become a slow-moving testament to the effects of constant indulgence.

Rebecca and Nadia noticed the changes too. Adam had gone from a guy who was conscious about his appearance to someone who was completely at ease with his ever-growing size. His clothes, once tight, were now completely out of the question. He remained happily in his underwear, which seemed to be the only thing that could give his body the freedom it needed. His belly hung low, the skin stretched and soft, with a slight jiggle every time he moved or shifted in his chair.

One evening, as Adam lounged in his favorite chair, his belly resting heavily on his lap, Rebecca and Nadia exchanged a glance. They could both see how far Adam had come, and how content he was with his new form. His legs were wide apart, forced to spread by the sheer size of his belly, and he looked like he was in pure bliss.

"You’re really outgrowing everything, huh?" Nadia commented, watching as Adam shifted in his seat, his massive belly pushing his legs even further apart.

Adam chuckled, running a hand over his swollen stomach. “Yeah, I’m getting pretty big, huh? But honestly, I love it. I feel so good. So full, so relaxed...”

Rebecca smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Adam. “You look amazing, Adam. There’s something so perfect about how comfortable you are with yourself. You’re truly embracing it.”

Nadia nodded, her eyes drifting down to Adam’s legs, which were so far apart now that they barely fit in the chair. “It’s incredible how much your belly’s grown. It’s like your body’s made for this now.”

Adam looked down at his belly, marveling at how much it had changed. He had never imagined that he’d get to this size, but now, it felt right. His stomach had grown so big that it had become the focus of his entire body, the weight of it pulling his legs outward and making him spread wider and wider.

“I can’t even imagine what I’d look like if I kept going,” Adam mused aloud, rubbing his belly contentedly. “But honestly? I think I want to.”

Rebecca leaned in, her fingers gently tracing the curve of Adam’s belly. “There’s no need to stop if you’re happy, Adam. You’re thriving. And we’re here to help you every step of the way.”

Nadia grinned, her eyes mischievous. “You’re looking like a king, Adam. A king who deserves to be spoiled.”

Adam smiled, feeling the warmth of their affection and care. He had never felt more adored or more content. He loved the way his body had become the center of attention, how the two women took such pride in feeding him, pampering him, and ensuring his belly was always full.

As the night went on, Adam continued to lounge in his chair, snacking on a large bowl of chips and dip while Rebecca and Nadia sat beside him, occasionally feeding him bite after bite. His belly had reached a size where he couldn’t sit in a way that didn’t force his legs to spread wide, but that didn’t bother him. In fact, he liked it. It felt natural now, as if his body had adapted to the weight of his own indulgence.

It was a strange, overwhelming sensation to be this full, this heavy—but Adam loved every second of it. His belly felt like a soft mountain in his lap, constantly pushing his legs apart, but it didn’t matter. He was free from any expectation to look a certain way, free from any pressures about his body. With every meal, every snack, every indulgence, he grew bigger, and with it, his love for his new life deepened.

Rebecca and Nadia continued to indulge him, always adding more food to his plate and feeding him with a tenderness that made him feel cherished and cared for. There was no end in sight to Adam’s growth—his belly, now fully hanging over his knees, would only continue to grow, making him more and more a permanent fixture in the chair he now called his throne. His legs were forced to spread farther and farther, but Adam didn’t care. He was getting everything he wanted: comfort, affection, and a never-ending supply of food.

-Part 9-

As the days passed, Adam’s body became more and more of a marvel. His belly, once just a round, soft bulge, had now grown to extraordinary proportions. It had expanded beyond what anyone could have imagined, now so large that it hung low enough to brush the floor when he was seated. The sheer weight of it pulled his torso forward, forcing him to lean back in his chair, his legs spread wide to accommodate the ever-growing mass of his stomach.

Adam had long since given up on clothes that fit. His underwear was the only thing that seemed to allow his body the freedom it needed. His belly, soft and jiggly, rested comfortably over his thighs, but now, when he shifted, he could feel the cool touch of the floor on the underside of his immense stomach. It was a strange, sensual sensation—a reminder of how far he had come since his days as the party lion. Now, he was fully immersed in the pleasure of indulgence, and every inch of his body seemed to echo that fact.

One afternoon, after a particularly indulgent lunch of deep-dish pizza, fried chicken, and an entire pie for dessert, Adam sank into his chair, his hands automatically falling to the sides of his bloated belly. His stomach was now so vast that it almost looked as if it was its own entity, a mountain of flesh spilling out in every direction. He loved it. He loved how it felt, how it made him feel complete. And, of course, he loved the attention Rebecca and Nadia gave him.

Rebecca sat beside him, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his belly, her eyes full of admiration. “You’re getting so big, Adam,” she whispered, her voice full of awe. “I can’t believe how far you’ve come. Your belly is *huge*.”

Nadia, who had been sitting across from him, leaned over and playfully poked his stomach, making it jiggle under her touch. “I never thought I’d see the day when you were this… *comfortable* in your body,” she said with a grin. “But look at you. You’re practically a human pillow.”

Adam chuckled, his hand automatically moving to rub the underside of his massive belly, feeling it stretch as it nearly touched the floor. “I never imagined I’d get this big either. But I have to say, I love it. Every inch of it feels… perfect.”

Rebecca smiled, her hand gently caressing his belly as she gazed at him with admiration. “You look incredible, Adam. There’s something so… *sensual* about how you’ve embraced this. I mean, your stomach practically reaches the floor now. It’s almost like it has a life of its own.”

Adam grinned, leaning back further into his chair to fully enjoy the sensation of his belly brushing the floor. It was a feeling he had come to adore—the weight of it, the way it filled his lap, the way it made his legs spread even wider. He loved how his body had changed, how it had grown in response to all the indulgence and love he’d received from Rebecca and Nadia.

As he rubbed his belly, he could feel the softness of it, the warmth, and the way it moved beneath his touch. He ran his hands over it, feeling the fullness of it, and it sent a wave of pleasure through him. “I don’t want it to stop,” he murmured, his voice thick with contentment. “It feels so good, all of it. The food, the attention, the way my body has just… grown.”

Nadia, who had been sitting on the arm of the chair, leaned in and lightly kissed his cheek. “You look amazing, Adam. And I love how much you embrace it. It’s so *you*.”

Rebecca laughed softly, her fingers playing with the skin of his belly, making small circles. “I think this is just the beginning, Adam. Your belly is only going to get bigger from here. And we’ll be right here with you, feeding you, loving you, helping you grow.”

Adam closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the full sensation of the moment. He could feel the warmth of Rebecca’s touch, the softness of Nadia’s laughter, and the weight of his own belly resting comfortably against the floor. Everything about this felt perfect. His body, once lean and toned, had transformed into a symbol of indulgence and luxury. And he had no plans of stopping.

As the evening wore on, the three of them continued to indulge in food, with Adam eating until he could hardly move, his belly growing larger with every bite. Every time his stomach brushed the floor, he reveled in the sensation, feeling it swell even more with satisfaction. He was a king in his own right—served by two women who adored him, cared for him, and fed him with a love that knew no bounds.

With each passing day, Adam’s belly grew even larger, eventually filling his lap completely, his legs forced wider apart to accommodate its size. It was an image of pure indulgence, one that Adam had come to cherish. His body was his sanctuary, and he had never felt more at home in it than he did now.

And as long as Rebecca and Nadia were by his side, there was no limit to how much he would continue to grow. Each day, Adam’s belly reached new heights of fullness, and with it, his happiness seemed to swell as well. The floor beneath him, once just a place to sit, had become a constant reminder of just how far he had come—and how far he was willing to go.

-Part 10-

As the days passed, Adam's body seemed to defy all expectations. His belly, already enormous, had continued to grow at an astonishing rate, becoming so large and heavy that it no longer rested comfortably in his lap. It had spread outward, spilling over the sides of his thighs and pushing his legs further apart with each passing meal. Now, when Adam sat back in his favorite chair, he could feel his massive stomach practically pressing into the floor. It was hard for him to even shift or move in the chair anymore, as his belly had become so heavy that it required all of his energy just to breathe and enjoy the indulgence that Rebecca and Nadia provided him.

Rebecca and Nadia were relentless in their mission to keep Adam pampered and full. They brought him food constantly—piles of greasy, rich comfort food, sweets, and snacks that would normally be too much for most people to handle. But for Adam, there was no such thing as “too much.” The more they fed him, the happier he became, and the bigger he grew. His appetite had become insatiable, his belly a constant reminder of his commitment to indulgence and pleasure.

Adam’s once-fit body had transformed into a sprawling mass of softness and excess, his belly hanging so low that it touched the floor beneath him. When he shifted slightly in his chair, his stomach would spill out, flowing across the floor like a wave of flesh. It was no longer possible to sit without feeling the weight of his own body pressing into him, his belly blocking much of his vision and his legs spread wide to accommodate it. But Adam didn’t mind. In fact, he relished in it. There was something utterly satisfying about how his body had changed, how his belly had taken over his life in a way that felt more natural than he had ever expected.

Rebecca and Nadia watched in awe as Adam sat there, completely at ease in his immensity. His once-toned body was now a mere memory, replaced by a vast belly that spread further and further across the floor. His arms were starting to struggle with the task of lifting food to his mouth, as his belly now obstructed much of his reach. But he didn’t need to move much anymore—he had everything he needed right at hand.

“Wow, Adam,” Nadia said, gazing at his massive belly as it splayed out beneath him. “You’ve really outdone yourself. It’s incredible how much bigger you’ve gotten in such a short time. Your stomach is practically covering the whole floor now.”

Adam chuckled, his voice muffled by the size of his stomach. “Yeah, I guess I’m not so good at stopping when I should. But it feels amazing. I can barely move, but I don’t need to. This is perfect.”

Rebecca, her eyes shining with admiration, gently placed her hand on Adam’s belly, feeling the soft warmth of it against her palm. “You look incredible, Adam. You’ve really embraced this transformation. It’s hard to believe how far you’ve come from those club nights when you were out partying all the time.”

Adam’s smile widened as he settled even deeper into the chair. “I’m happy, honestly. I don’t need anything else. All I need is to keep getting bigger. And I can’t think of anyone better than you two to help me do it.”

Nadia grinned, her hands reaching for a tray of food nearby, laden with nachos, fried food, and desserts. “Well, if you’re serious about getting bigger, we’ve got plenty more where that came from. You’re not getting out of this chair anytime soon, Adam.”

With a playful laugh, Rebecca leaned in, teasingly poking his stomach, which had now spread far enough that it was nearly impossible to distinguish his lap from the floor. “I think your belly’s reached the point where it could be its own entity, Adam. It’s incredible how much it’s taken over.”

Adam sighed in contentment, his hand moving over his stomach as he felt it spread even further. “I love it. I’ve never felt better. It’s like my belly has become a part of me—every part of me. And it keeps growing. I can’t even imagine where I’ll be in a few more weeks.”

As the girls continued to feed Adam, his body began to lose any semblance of its former shape. His belly spread wider across the floor, unable to contain itself within the boundaries of his lap. His legs were now fully splayed out to accommodate the growing mass of his stomach. It was no longer possible to get up easily; even small shifts required careful movements, as Adam’s enormous belly made it difficult to bend or move in a normal way.

Rebecca and Nadia, unfazed by the change, continued to encourage Adam, urging him to eat more and more, fueling his ever-expanding belly. They were in awe of how far he had come, and they were determined to see just how much further they could take him. They knew he was enjoying every moment of it, even as his body became increasingly less movable, his belly spreading out and taking over the space around him.

As the night drew to a close, Adam’s massive belly had spread so far that it touched nearly every corner of the room. It was hard to distinguish where his body ended and the floor began, and his legs had long since been forced into a wide, almost awkward stance. But for Adam, it was perfect. He no longer cared about the idea of being active or moving around—his only focus was on the feeling of complete indulgence. Every bite he took, every moment of attention from Rebecca and Nadia, made him feel more alive than ever before.

He leaned back in the chair, feeling the weight of his own belly as it pressed into the floor, his legs spread wide to accommodate the sheer size of his stomach. “I’m never stopping this,” Adam muttered with a grin, his hands resting gently on his belly, feeling it expand even further. “This is who I am now. This is my life.”

Rebecca and Nadia both smiled, their eyes full of admiration for the man they had helped create. “And we’re here with you every step of the way,” Rebecca said, her voice soft and affectionate. “You’ve never looked better.”

Nadia nodded, adding with a playful wink, “Let’s see just how much bigger we can make you.”

Adam’s laughter echoed through the room, his belly bouncing with every chuckle. His transformation was far from over—and with Rebecca and Nadia by his side, there were no limits to how much he would continue to grow.

-Part 11-

As Adam continued his journey into indulgence, his transformation seemed unstoppable. His belly had expanded beyond what anyone could have imagined, and his body had grown heavy, immovable, and utterly relaxed in its newfound size. Every day, Rebecca and Nadia found new ways to spoil him, feeding him larger and more decadent meals. It wasn’t just food that kept Adam content; it was the way his body had evolved into a state of constant comfort, with no demands, no expectations, just indulgence and the soothing presence of the two women who adored him.

But on this particular evening, things were about to take a turn. Adam had been sinking deeper and deeper into his oversized chair, his legs spread wide, his gigantic belly spilling outward as it pushed against the floor. His body had become so large that it was nearly impossible to move. He felt blissfully heavy, each breath slow and labored as his stomach pressed even further against the floor. His arms had become too short to reach his belly fully, and every shift in his chair required significant effort. But that didn’t matter to Adam. He was perfectly content.

Rebecca, with a playful grin, placed another massive plate of food in front of him, more loaded nachos piled high with cheese, sour cream, and chili. Nadia sat beside him, ready to help feed him as usual, her fingers gently tracing the edge of his enormous belly. “You’re getting so big, Adam,” Nadia remarked, her voice filled with awe. “I’m starting to wonder how much more you can take.”

Adam smiled lazily, his hand resting on his stomach as he began to shovel food into his mouth. “I think I can keep going. It feels so good to just relax and let you two take care of me.”

Rebecca and Nadia exchanged a glance, both of them nodding in agreement. They knew Adam could always eat more, and they were more than happy to keep feeding him, pushing his limits to see just how much he could grow. They had seen him grow more and more massive with each passing day, but they were curious to know just how far he could go.

As Adam continued to eat, his body sank further into the chair. His massive belly was so large now that it spilled out to either side, the soft flesh of it brushing the arms of the chair. His butt, too, had expanded to match his belly, pressing down onto the cushion. The chair groaned under the immense weight of his body, and Adam barely noticed, too caught up in the indulgence of the moment.

Suddenly, with a loud *creak*, the chair’s legs gave way. The wooden frame, once sturdy, cracked under the strain of Adam’s weight. A moment later, the chair collapsed completely, sending Adam crashing down onto the floor with a thunderous *thud*.

The impact caused the entire apartment to shake. The walls seemed to tremble as the force of Adam’s fall reverberated through the room. Pictures hanging on the walls rattled and, in some cases, fell to the floor, along with various knick-knacks and items from shelves. Nadia and Rebecca were momentarily stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief at what had just happened. Adam, for his part, remained calm, letting out a low chuckle as he lay sprawled out on the floor, his enormous belly now pressing down fully on the carpet.

“Well, I guess that chair wasn’t made for someone as… *big* as me,” Adam said, his voice thick with amusement. His enormous stomach pushed out from his body, surrounding him as he lay on the floor, his legs spread wide. He ran a hand over his belly, feeling the softness of it. “I’ve definitely outgrown it.”

Rebecca, quickly recovering from the shock, knelt beside him and gently patted his massive stomach. “I think you’ve outgrown a lot of things, Adam,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “You’re so big now that I can’t even believe it. I love it.”

Nadia joined them, kneeling on the other side of Adam’s sprawling body. She lightly ran her fingers over the top of his belly, feeling it stretch and give beneath her touch. “This is insane,” Nadia said, shaking her head in wonder. “Your belly is *massive*, Adam. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Adam smiled, his cheeks flushed with pleasure as he basked in the attention. His belly, now fully resting on the floor, felt like the center of the universe. It had grown so large that it seemed almost impossible to imagine that it had once been a simple round bulge. Now, it was a heavy, sprawling mass, pressing against the carpet beneath him, filling the entire space around him.

As Rebecca and Nadia continued to dote on him, Adam felt no discomfort at all. In fact, the more they fawned over him, the more relaxed he became. He didn’t need to move; he didn’t even need to try to get up. He was perfectly content, basking in the weight of his own indulgence. His belly was so massive that it had become the focus of everything around him. As it spread out on the floor, it created a soft, cushion-like surface that he was happy to rest on.

“Maybe we should get you something even bigger to sit on,” Rebecca mused, her hand gently massaging Adam’s belly. “You’ve outgrown that chair. We need something more... fitting for you now.”

Adam grinned, feeling a sense of pride in the enormity of his belly. “I don’t need anything else. Just keep feeding me, and I’ll be happy.”

Nadia laughed. “We can do that. You’re going to get even bigger, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Adam replied, his voice filled with contentment. “The bigger, the better.”

The girls continued to feed him, pushing him further into his state of indulgence. As Adam lay there, feeling the full weight of his stomach pressing into the floor, he felt no need to move. He had reached a point where his body had become an anchor, a permanent fixture in the room. With every bite, his belly grew even larger, and with it, his sense of satisfaction grew as well.

The entire apartment seemed to revolve around Adam’s belly now. The space was filled with the sounds of him eating, the occasional shift in his position as he sprawled further on the floor, and the soft laughter of Rebecca and Nadia as they fed him and admired his ever-growing size. There was no going back for Adam—he had fully embraced his transformation, and he was loving every moment of it. His body, his belly, had become his sanctuary, and nothing was going to change that.

As his massive belly continued to spread on the floor, Adam couldn’t help but smile. He was more relaxed than he had ever been, completely at ease with the size he had become. The world outside didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the warmth of his growing belly, the attention from Rebecca and Nadia, and the unending supply of food that kept him content and growing.

-Part 12-

As time passed, Adam’s transformation became even more pronounced, his body expanding beyond recognition. His once-toned arms were now thick with layers of fat, their soft, heavy weight spilling over his sides. His fingers had become thick and swollen, the once-lean hands now barely able to grasp anything. It was a strange, almost surreal feeling, the loss of mobility and dexterity. But Adam didn’t mind. His belly, now massive and heavy, commanded most of his attention, and every inch of his body seemed to reflect his commitment to indulgence.

His face had changed as well. His cheeks had grown round and puffy, his jawline long gone under the layers of soft flesh. His chin had developed into multiple layers, the fat accumulating around his neck, creating what Adam now affectionately called his "five-layered chin." It was a source of pride for him—another visible reminder of his indulgence and his slow, steady transformation into the ultimate symbol of excess.

The sheer size of Adam’s body had made it increasingly difficult for him to chew and swallow food. His jaw was constantly sore from trying to chew through the rich, fatty meals Rebecca and Nadia lovingly provided, and his hands were no longer able to hold food in the same way they once had. His huge belly had completely taken over, and the weight of his body kept him almost entirely immobile, except for when Rebecca or Nadia gently fed him, offering bite after bite of food, making sure he never went without.

Adam lay sprawled across the floor of his apartment, his huge body sinking into the carpet beneath him. His belly was so large now that it stretched all the way across the room, barely contained within the bounds of his body. His legs were spread wide, and his arms lay limp by his sides, no longer able to reach for food on their own. The thick layers of fat around his arms and hands had made it impossible for him to hold anything. His face was buried in the softness of his layered chin as he rested, the sensation of his body pressing into the floor like a cushion.

Rebecca and Nadia were nearby, sitting on either side of him, their eyes filled with affection and awe as they watched Adam, their beloved, so content in his size. They fed him with care, lifting morsels of food to his mouth, watching as Adam lazily opened his lips, taking the food in with slow satisfaction.

“Adam,” Rebecca said, her voice soft and affectionate as she leaned over to offer him a bite of rich chocolate cake. “I think it’s time we had a little talk.”

Adam barely managed to look up at her, his heavy eyes full of contentment as he took the cake from her hand. He chewed it slowly, savoring the sweetness, even though it was becoming harder and harder to eat. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice muffled by his multiple chins.

“I know you’ve been happy with how things have been going,” Rebecca continued, “but I’ve been thinking a lot. And I think Nadia and I are both ready to make things official.”

Nadia, sitting on the other side of him, gently ran her fingers through Adam’s hair. “We’re ready to make you ours, Adam. Both of us. We want to be your girlfriends, and take care of you—feed you, love you, and see just how far we can push this transformation.”

Adam smiled lazily, the idea of becoming theirs filling him with warmth. His face was so round now, his double chin overflowing onto his chest, but he still managed to look up at both of them with a look of genuine happiness. “I’d love that,” he said, his voice soft and heavy with contentment. “I want you both to be mine. I’ve never felt so cared for, so loved. And I never want to stop growing. If you’ll keep feeding me and making me bigger, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”

Rebecca smiled, leaning in to kiss him gently on the forehead. “Then it’s settled,” she said. “We’re going to take care of you, Adam. We’ll help you grow even bigger, and we’ll do it together.”

Nadia nodded, her fingers tracing the softness of Adam’s belly. “We’ve already come so far, haven’t we?” she said, her voice filled with affection. “And I think there’s still so much more we can do. So much more we can make you.”

Adam closed his eyes in contentment, feeling the weight of his body press into the floor beneath him. His multiple chins rested comfortably against his chest, and his arms lay lifeless, the fat around them too thick to allow movement. He had long since stopped trying to feed himself, instead relying entirely on Rebecca and Nadia to nourish him. Every bite they offered was a gift, and each one made him feel more complete.

“I love you both,” Adam murmured, his voice soft and full of gratitude. “I love how you take care of me, how you feed me, how you’ve made me feel like this. I never imagined I’d get this big, but now that I am, I never want it to stop.”

Rebecca gently placed her hand on his belly, her fingers sinking into the softness of it. “We’re not stopping, Adam,” she said with a smile. “We’re going to make sure you keep growing. We’re going to help you get as big as you want to be.”

Nadia leaned in, her lips brushing against Adam’s ear. “And we’ll be right here with you, every step of the way. We’re your girlfriends now, Adam. We’re going to take care of you, no matter how big you get.”

Adam smiled, his heart swelling with happiness and contentment. He had everything he needed—love, food, and the companionship of two women who were dedicated to helping him become everything he had ever dreamed of. And as he lay there, sinking into the floor, feeling his ever-growing belly, he couldn’t help but think that there was no limit to how much he would grow, as long as Rebecca and Nadia were there to feed him, love him, and make him feel like the happiest man alive.

-End-

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