/ thinkin' bout﹒☆
﹒penthouse and hayden and chubby!reader﹒⌅
disgustingly self indulgent and ngl kinda self insert but you all deserve this. sitting by the lake (pics at end) and there's penthouses right beside where I work, and I had this idea , written messy at beginning
It took lots of convincing from Hayden for you to come to the pool. The two of you are on the rooftop, bottle of wine and two glasses on the poolside. "You look beautiful sweetheart, you know that. Besides, it's only us two. Now come on, get in."
Hesitantly, you remove your swim cover and let the fabric pool at your feet before you get in, making a noise of discomfort at the cold water. He smiles brightly. "There you go," he coos, voice full of encouragement. You sort of huddle up to him, watching as he pours two glasses of your favorite sweet red. "Here's to beautiful weather and you coming out of your comfort zone."
The two of you clink your glasses together before taking a sip. You both hum in delight at the same time, then you giggle, tickled by the synchrony funny. You look out at the skyline, at the lights contrasting with the darkening sky. "It's so pretty," you murmur. Hayden doesn't respond. You look over and see him looking at you like you've hung the moon and stars just for him. His gaze roams your face, and it's silent save for the sounds of the city and the gentle splash of the water as the two of you shift.
"Haydie," you begin, cheeks going pink. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He just blinks slowly, dreamily. "Like what?" He murmurs before taking a sip of his wine. "Like you love me." Hayden tilts his head. "Because I do."
Tears well in your eyes. Your lack of self esteem is the only thing about you he doesn't like. It grates on his nerves, bad. The fact that you can't see yourself the way he sees you. He would give you the world if he could, and every chance he gets, he wishes that you would learn to love yourself all the time, not just have bouts of self appreciation.
He moves a bit closer, setting his glass down, then taking yours and doing the same. "Look at me, lovie." He takes your face in his hands, caressing your chubby cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. "I love you. That's why I married you, no? You're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." After his words, he leans in, pressing his soft lips against your own plush ones.
His hands dip beneath the water, finding your hips and pulling you in, urging you to feel his hardening length against your tummy. You struggle to keep up with the kiss - his enthusiasm, it's nearly suffocating. He moves his hands to your ass, squeezing the fat flesh and moaning into your mouth. Just the feel of you turns him on. Your hands go under the water next, rubbing his hardening length in his swim shorts. "Hayden," you gasp, breaking the kiss. "not here."
Hayden grumbles but obliges, respecting your wishes. "Alright, let's go back," he whispers, guiding you to the steps. He puts his hands on your hips to help you up, really only wanting to get another touch in.
After getting back, you two are immediately peeling off your wet swimwear. He lays you down on the big bed gently, shushing you quietly as you protest at the wetness ruining the sheets. "It's okay," he reassures. "we're gonna be sweating anyway." He grins, spreading your legs. In the back of your mind, you want to hide yourself, to fuss and push him off and tell him you don't want him to see you, but you can't bring yourself to ruin the moment.
You gasp as he pulls you up, putting your legs over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around your hips, burying his face in your cunt, moaning as soon as his tongue gets a taste of you. "Mmph," he doesn't even bother trying to get a breath in, he just wants you, to bring you pleasure. Your hands fist the sheets as you arch your back, trying and failing to keep yourself from moving around. "Oh fuck," you whimper. He tightens his grip around you, his biceps flexing. "Hmm," his tongue rims your hole as his nose is buried against your clit. He moves up, starting to suckle your clit, and you yell out before slamming your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back with a strangled moan.
"Hmm, mm," he needs so badly to take a breath, but he doesn't, determined to make you cum. You grind your hips against his face, looking up at him. "Hay, 'm gonna cum, don' stop," with a shudder, your orgasm hits you in waves, and he pulls away, gasping for air and shutting his eyes before rubbing your clit as you squirt all over his face. When you finish, he takes his fingers in his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he tastes your essence.
"How d'you wan' me?" You ask, hips plopping back down onto the bed. He thinks for a moment before climbing over you. "Just like this," he murmurs, starting to stroke his cock that's been painfully hard this whole time. "I wanna see your pretty face."
You spread your legs, letting him get closer - as close as possible. He pumps himself a few more times before pushing into you. Once he bottoms out, he groans, the both of you just taking in the moment before he starts to move. His thrusts are slow and deep, his hips rolling, the trimmed hair above his cock brushing your clit. "Fuck," he whispers. "you're gripping me... so tight," he grunts.
Hayden inhales sharply as he picks up the pace, working his hips almost desperately. "Hay," you whine, lacing your fingers with his. "Keep going," you urge. The praise spurs him on, his fervor up, making him thrust harder, his breath hot against your face, your gazes locked intensely. "I love you," he pants. "so much, so much." You tighten your grip on his hands. "I love you too," you whimper. He gives a half-assed chuckle before biting his lips, his brow furrowing. "I'm gonna cum," he pants. "where d'you wan' it?"
"Inside," you answer. "Inside me, 's 'kay," you curl your toes, tightening your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. "Harder Hayden, fuck, harder, cum for me," he lets out a soft whimper, his breath shaky. "Oh god I'm close," he whispers. With a couple of hard thrusts, hips stuttering, Hayden cums with a deep, rasped moan, and a shudder that racks his entire body. He lets go of your hands and rests his arms on either side of your head, tugging your hair. He's careful not to squish you, and he presses a kiss to your sweaty temple before licking his lips, humming at the salty taste. "Baby..." he murmurs, his voice gruff. "...I love you." You smile, dragging your nails through his hair, against his scalp. "I love you too, Hayden."
