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A/N- i feel like i’ve been giving Eddie a little more attention with smut recently just from my NSFW alphabet series, and to be honest i’ve really been on a Gareth kick lately, so i wanted to write some smut for him 🥰 i know he deserves it 😘 plus i know for a FACT he’s got a dad bod under that vest and i want to get my hands on it 🤤 (also please let me know if the last few sentences are missing, the very last thing should be a border saying *Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated* i’ve been having a lot of issues with this recently)
⚠️Gareth has been aged up to 19⚠️
Summary- Gareth feels a bit insecure about the way he looks, but you show him how much you absolutely adore him
Genre- Fluff, smut
Warnings- Gareth feeling insecure, feelings of body dysmorphia, piv sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), body worship, mirror sex (if i’ve missed anything please let me know)
Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @manyfandomsfanvergent
Word Count- 6.3k
You and Gareth were sat in his bed, one of his sci-fi movies playing for him as he laid his head in your lap while you were fully immersed in your book, one of your hands moving through his hair and your fingertips massaging his scalp as you turned the page.
You couldn’t be sure what movie was playing, but whatever it was, Gareth seemed to be paying close attention to it, and you didn’t mind it. As long as you were able to spend time with each other it didn’t matter to you what you were doing.
If he was happy, then you were happy.
What you didn’t know was that though on the outside he was always smiley and happy, his insecurities were getting harder and harder to cover as summer was approaching closer.
The time of year where he had to see all the other guys at the beach with their shirts off, getting stares and compliments and giggles from all the girls admiring their muscles and though he didn’t care much for the attention of other girls he didn’t know how you could pick him over a guy like that.
He didn’t have a six pack or even a flat stomach, he didn’t have the strength that they had, he didn’t have their sharp features. He had extra skin on his tummy, a round face, and he was nothing compared to the guys he saw in all those movies.
You were brought out from the fantasy world of your book when you heard a sigh come from Gareth as he laid with you, though this was different than just a normal sigh. It was shaky, and you knew that there was something that was upsetting him. You closed your book and set it onto the nightstand, looking down at his as your hand brushed back the hair back out of his face,
“What’s wrong?”
Gareth’s eyes peeked up to you before shrugging and going back to the TV screen,
“Nothings wrong.”
“Don’t lie to me.” You moved him to sit him up and look at you, your hand going to hold his cheek and seeing the look of pain in his eyes, “You know i know you better than you know yourself, and i know when you’re lying.” Your thumb brushed over his cheek, “Tell me what’s wrong my love, i know that there’s something bothering you.”
He sighed again and looked into your eyes, and he knew that you were worried for him. He knew you hated to see him upset.
“Why do you like me?”
You were taken back by his question,
“What do you mean? I like you for tons of reasons! You’re sweet and you’re funny and you’re smart, you’re always so considerate of my emotions and my feelings and whenever i’m feeling upset or having a bad day you always go out of your way to make me feel better. Not to mention the fact that i haven’t touched a door or had to pull out a chair since our first date. You know why i like you, why are you asking?”
He looked down at his hands in his lap and shrugged again,
“I don’t know i just…” He hesitated for a moment before looking back up into your eyes, “You could have anyone you wanted, you could’ve gotten a guy who looks better and treats you better and doesn’t…” He stopped before saying anything more, but you knew he couldn’t keep things in like that, especially if they were hurting him this much.
“Doesn’t what?”
“Doesn’t…” He looked down to his lap once again, “Look like me.”
He was hurt, and seeing him like this hurt you more than anything else in the world.
“Gare look at me,” Your other hand went to cup his other cheek and turned his face up to look at you, bringing him close to you and gently kissing him before resting your forehead onto his, “I love you for you. If i didn’t then i wouldn’t be with you and you know that. Why is this on your mind, what’s going on?”
His eyes wandered yours for a moment before taking a deep breath and deciding that it would be easier to just come clean instead of hiding it to you,
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About me, about us, about the way that you look and the way that i look…” You could hear the hurt in his voice.
You knew that Gareth had his insecurities just like everyone else but if it was getting to him like this than it was worse than you ever thought it was, especially if it came to your relationship.
Your hands went around his neck and you slowly moved yourself into his lap, straddling his waist with your chest pressed up to his. You leaned in and softly kissed him, feeling his hands move to hold onto your thighs as you were sat in his lap. He loved having you close to him, but each and every time you were close to one another he was always the one making you feel beautiful.
His hands would wander your body and leave no part of your skin untouched, his lips would leave trails of kisses up and down each of your appendages until there was no where left for him to kiss, he would whisper sweet nothings mixed in with breathy gasps and moans each time he thrusted into you. He always did everything he could to make you feel gorgeous, even with all your insecurities, and now it was your turn.
It was your turn to make him feel beautiful.
“Gare, look at me.” You tilted his chin up and forced him to look into your eyes, “i love you. I love all of you. And i know that you might think badly of the way that you look but can i be honest with you?”
He nodded and you smiled, your hands slowly moving down over his chest to the hem of his shirt, your fingertips grazing the soft skin underneath it before taking the hem between your fingertips and slowly lifting it up. The backs of your fingers making sure to stay pressed against his skin as you lifted his shirt up over his head, his hands moving away from your thighs to help you lift it over his head and your pressed yourself up against him again, leaning your head down to slowly kiss just below his ear,
“Nothing gets me hotter than seeing you without that shirt on baby.”
You could feel him tense up just a bit as you kept kissing over his neck, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in closer to you, his hands moving to hold onto the back of your thighs. You lifted your lips away from his neck and looked back up to his face, seeing the bright red blush that was dusted over his cheeks.
You giggled seeing his lips curl into a smile,
“I mean it!” You put your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed back, laying him down on his bed as you still sat up in his lap, your hands moving down from his shoulders to over his chest and finally resting on the soft skin of his tummy, “You might think that every girl wants some body builder type of guy who’s got abs and all that but all i want is you Gare. Besides…” You smiled down at him and placed a few gentle kisses onto his lips before pulling your shirt up over your head, reaching behind your back and undoing the clasp on your bra, tossing it away before leaning down onto him. Your hands were on either side of his head and your soft chest was pressed against his, the plush skin of his tummy resting beneath yours, “there’s just more of you for me to love pretty boy.”
You heard a few whimpers escape his lips as your lips went to kiss over his collarbone and moved down to his chest, one of your hands moving from the side of his head to slowly and softly trail over his body, making sure to feel every curve of his skin. His hands were gripped tightly on the back of your thighs and you knew that when he was flustered and trying to keep his composure he would be frozen in place and that’s exactly how you wanted him.
You wanted him to be under you, whimpering and whining with each kiss and touch you gave to him, He was always so sensitive when you put him in his subspace but he loved being submissive for you more than anything. He loved it when you made him feel small.
He was always so used to being the one on top. Being the person who was making you feel good and making you feel beautiful but you knew that now it was his time to feel beautiful. And you wouldn’t stop until he could see how beautiful he was in your eyes.
Every part of him was mouthwatering.
His shaggy curls that were always so soft between your fingers, his light blue eyes that always looked so lovingly into yours, his perfect smile that always made you smile back at him whenever you saw him, his big strong arms that held you so tightly whenever you were snuggling in bed, his soft hands that loved to hold yours whenever he had the chance to. Every part of him was so soft and sweet and perfect, and you weren’t kidding about how he made you feel whenever you saw him without his shirt on.
He was everything you wanted in a man and more.
And being able to have him all to yourself was the best feeling in the world.
Your hands were slowly moving along the soft skin of his torso, watching as your fingers gently sunk into it as you pressed them further into him, smiling each and every time you heard a little whimper leave his lips,
“Are you alright Gare?” You asked him with a giggle, “You’re not getting nervous are you?”
He shook his head and laughed, trying his best to not show you how hard he was having to hold himself back from begging you to ride him as you were sat comfortable on his lap, grinding into him.
“You’re sure?” You giggled again, leaning down and pecking his lips, feeling him start to tremble beneath your touch, “You’re starting to act like you did when we first started dating. You remember how you used to act around me?”
His hands were slowly moving up and your thighs, carefully working their way up to hold your waist as he slowly shook his head.
“No? God, you were so cute!” You moved one hand up to hold his cheek as you kissed him, the other staying just above his heart, feeling each soft beat through his chest, “You were so nervous to be around me, so scared you were going to do something or say something that would mess up our first few dates and you were so shy too!” You moved your body down just a bit to lay over him, your head resting on his shoulder as his hands stayed planted on your hips, your hands moving around his neck to hold him close, “How come you’re all nervous now handsome?”
“I don’t know… I just…” He sighed and you lifted yourself off of him for just a moment, laying next to him in bed and gently holding his cheek in your hand, “I just feel like you should be with someone like that. I don’t know why i get like this, but i just start to feel insecure about how i look and then i feel like you deserve someone better looking than me, no one wants me.”
To hear how Gareth really felt about himself was heartbreaking. You loved him more than anyone else in the world, and all you wanted was for him to see how beautiful you thought he was.
You looked to him and your thumb gently stroked his cheek, thinking about how you could really make him see how much you loved him.
And your lips curled into a smile as soon as you thought of the perfect thing.
You quickly got up from his bed and wandered over to the corner of his room where he kept a floor length mirror. You slowly and carefully moved it in front of the TV at the end of his bed and have gave you a strange look as you walked in front of it and smiled at your reflection.
“What’s this for?”
“You’ll see.” You turned to him with a smile and reached your hands out to pull him closer to you, making him sit at the edge of his bed as you held his hands in yours.
“I think i know how to make you feel better about how you look baby.”
“Yeah? How’s that?” He smiled as you moved your arms around his neck, straddling his waist as his hands went to your hips to help keep you supported.
You kissed him and pressed your body up against his, your lips trailing down from his lips to his jawline to his neck and finally to just below his ear,
“You’re gonna watch how good you make me feel…”
You felt him shudder as you whispered to him taking his hands and placing them onto your breasts, feeling him start to get a bit more confidence and lightly squeeze them.
You giggle and quickly get off of his lap, pulling him closer to the edge of his bed, his legs hanging off the end as you stand before him. He watches as you slowly undo the button and zip on your shorts, pulling them down your thighs, tossing them away onto his floor.
Seeing you exposed like this in front of him was enough to make him drool, his eyes wandering over your soft skin, not being able to stop and admire one part of you at a time. He wanted to take in all of you at once.
His eyes went wide as you kneeled before him, your hands going to the button on his jeans, and as you caught him staring you placed your fingers on his chin and tilted his head back up,
“No baby, look in the mirror…” You smiled as you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his hard pink cock sprung free and you could tell he was blushing, he always did when he was naked around you, “You’re gonna watch me make you feel good.”
He nodded down at you as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping up and down as you placed a few soft kisses to the head. You smirked and bit your lip as you looked up at him.
His cheeks were pink, his chest heaving, his lips slightly parted and his eyes were struggling to stay open.
You loved making him feel good.
You started to pump your hand faster, hearing him groan as you tightened your grip around him.
He watched himself in the mirror and being able to see you from the opposite side, focusing all your energy on making him feel good, was definitely giving him a bit of an ego boost. And he had never been able to see himself in this state before, but he had to admit, he liked it.
He liked being able to see how good you made him feel.
You bit your lips as you smiled, peeking up at him as you started to pump your hand faster and faster, gripping it tighter as you saw his fingers start to claw at the bedsheets beneath him. You dipped your head down and gave his swollen head a few gentle licks, looking up and seeing his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head only encouraged you further.
As you slowly slid your lips down his length, he let out a slow groan through his gritted teeth, but his next move surprised you.
He placed his hand gently on top of your head before shouting,
“Stop!”
You did as he said, quickly removing your mouth from him and placing your hands to his thighs, looking up to his face for any sign of discomfort.
“What is it? Are you ok, did i do something wrong?”
He shook his head and looked down at you with a smirk on his lips, leaning down to place a kiss onto your forehead,
“No no baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to be able to make you feel good too,” He smiled down at you before leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to your lips, “stand up and lay down for me. Please?”
You giggled and did as he said, laying down backwards on his bed and laying your head over the edge as he moved back to make some more room for you,
“Aww Gare, even when we’re dirty you’re still so sweet.”
He smiled as he crawled over your body, his hands resting on either side of your head as they gripped the edge of the bed, his body pressed up against yours and his skin felt so soft and warm. You loved having him on top of you.
He tilted his head down and kissed you gently, trailing his lips down your jawline, staying attached to your neck for a moment. He found your sweet spot and a gentle moan escaped your lips as you tilted your head back over the edge of his bed, looking into the mirror.
One of your hands was around his back while the other was placed gently on the back of his head, ruffling his soft curls as his lips stayed on your neck.
You gasped gently as you felt him start to move himself lower, placing a trail of kisses on each spot on your body that he passed. Over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, down your tummy and just above the lace lining of your panties before sitting up on his knees and looking down at you.
You tilted your head up to look at him once more and he carefully hooked his fingers through the sides of your underwear,
“Can i?”
You blushed and slowly nodded, watching as he leaned down and pressed one last kiss to your clothed core before slipping your panties down over your legs and tossing them aside.
He laid himself down in bed, his head between your thighs as he helped move your legs over his shoulders. He gently held your thighs as he dipped his head down and placed a few gentle kisses before licking a long slow stripe over your folds.
Your tilted your head back over the edge of his bed and one of your hands found it’s way back into his curls, the other gripping the bedsheets beside you as you clenched your eyes shut, getting lost in the pleasure of his lips and tongue as he moved them slowly and so sweetly.
He slowly moved one hand from your thigh, reaching up and grasping onto your hand that was gripping the bedsheets, intertwining your fingers together as his other hand was still gripped onto the soft flesh of your thigh.
The sound of his name gently escaping your lips in between each moan was only encouraging him further, moving his tongue over you faster as he felt you start to grind your hips along to the movements of his lips.
It was only when he glanced up into the mirror that he understood exactly why you wanted to use it.
Seeing you there, your cheeks flushed, a look of pure pleasure plastered across your face as you were laid over his bed. And he was the one making you feel this way. Making those pretty faces and letting out all those pretty sounds were all because of him, and he wanted more.
His face pressed deeper between your legs, pinning your hips to the bed as he circled his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear just how loud he could make you. He could feel your hand grip his curls tighter, and though the feeling of your nails in his scalp hurt, knowing that he was the one making you feel this way felt so much better. As your moans and cries became longer and higher pitched he could tell that you were getting close.
Your thighs were wrapped tightly around the sides of his head, doing your best not to suffocate him as his face was buried into your pussy. He didn’t plan on stopping until he made you finish.
With one last long slow luck to your folds, he felt your body tense up and watched in the mirror as your back arched, your hands gripping his hair and holding tightly onto his own as you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. His hands let go of your own and moved to hold your thighs once more, slowly petting over the soft skin as you came down from your high.
Your chest was heaving, your face was red, and he could feel your body slowly start to relax as your thighs loosened their hold from around his neck. He made sure to never take his hands off of you, moving them slowly and softly over your thighs and tummy as you caught your breath, your hand moving back into his hair and combing gently through his curls as he licked you clean.
Your legs twitched each time you felt his tongue move through your folds to lap up your juices, still so sensitive to his touch. He gave one last gentle kiss to your clit before slowly sitting himself up, smiling down at you as he crawled over your body, kissing his way up your neck and back to your lips. You giggled as he pulled away, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.
He smiled down at you, looking over your body once more before his eyes moved back up to yours, sighing in bliss as he saw how gorgeous you looked beneath him. Your soft body relaxed beneath him, your hands gently clinging onto him, your cheeks still had a gentle glow to them from your orgasm and all he wanted to see was that beautiful glow all over you.
He leaned down once more and softly kissed you before his lips trailed down to your neck, but you moved your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed him back,
“No, no baby, don’t you remember?” He moved his lips off of your neck and looked back down to you.
“Remember what angel?”
You giggled and pecked his lips, slowly pushing him off of you, “This is about you handsome, not me.” You groaned as your body adjusted to movement once more, crawling over and opening the drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom.
Gareth leaned back on his elbows and you shut the drawer, watching as you crawled back over to him, one hand on his chest to slowly push him to lay back,
“Now it’s your turn to lay back baby, let me make you feel good.”
Gareth blushed and did as you told him, laying himself back as you did before, his head back over the edge of the bed to give him a perfect view of himself in the mirror. He watched for a moment as you straddled his legs, positioning yourself just above his cock and teasing your entrance at his tip.
He let out a shaky breath, slowly tilting his head back but keeping his eyes open, watching you in the mirror as you toyed and teased him.
You slowly moved your hands up and down his chest and torso, soothing him as you did your best to tease him as slowly as you could, wanting him to be able to enjoy every single thing you were doing to him,
“Just watch baby, ok?” He stated at your body in the mirror, his lips parting and his eyes trying to keep themselves open as he watched you slowly slide down onto him in the mirror, his hands moving to carefully hold your thighs, “I want you to see how desperate i am for you…”
Gareth watched himself in the mirror as you told him and he wasn’t entirely sure if it should be you or himself that he was looking at.
He could clearly see how good you were making him feel. His hair brushed back, waving down with a few strands still stuck to his forehead from sweat. His cheeks were still red, from a combination of his exhaustion from going down on you and his own embarrassment. He knew he should be watching himself like you told him to but it was impossible for him to keep his eyes off of you in his lap.
You were straddling him and gently gliding your folds over his cock, teasing him as much as you could to help him feel more comfortable, especially from wanting to try something new. He watched your chest heaving and your breasts carefully moving with each breath as your hands were placed so gently on his stomach, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his tummy to help keep yourself grounded. You didn’t want to lose yourself this early.
You slowly moved your hands over his stomach and up to his chest, carefully laying yourself over him, making Gareth glance up at you from his position on the bed. He looked into your eyes as you smiled to him, brushing back the few strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead before giving him a gentle kiss,
“Are you ready?”
You asked him with eager eyes, but all Gareth could do was smile bashfully and nod to you.
You slowly tilted his head back over the bed as you crawled your way back down his body, straddling his hips once more and moving your hand between your legs, your fingertips grazing over his cock as you guided it to your entrance, still dripping wet with the mixture of your own slick and Gareth’s saliva.
You waited until you saw he was watching in the mirror once more and took a deep breath before slowly sliding yourself down onto his tip.
His hands gripped your thighs as he felt you carefully slide onto him, his eyes almost squinting shut from the pleasure, though he knew it would be so much more than this once he was fully sheathed inside you.
You let out a soft groan as you adjusted to his size, making sure to keep a steady pace as you slid down onto him, making sure not to make yourself too overwhelmed with the sensations around you. Gareth beneath you, his hands holding tightly onto you, his thick cock stretching you as you slid down onto him, his soft flesh between your fingers.
Everything was so intoxicating, and it had only just started.
Once you could feel Gareth’s full length inside of you, you had to stay sat on his lap for a moment, adjusting to his size and to make sure he was alright beneath you before you started moving. You took a deep breath and moved both hands to his stomach, slowly and gently moving your fingers up and down his torso to wherever they could possibly reach.
“I’m going to move…” You told him as you got yourself into a comfortable position above him, ensuring that you wouldn’t stop until you could feel him fill the condom as it laid so deeply in you, “are you ok?”
Gareth nodded once more and as soon as you saw the corners of his lips turn into a small smile you knew it was your queue to start moving.
You took one last deep breath and slowly started to move, setting a slow and gentle pace as you got comfortable above Gareth.
As he felt you start moving he couldn’t help but let out a long groan.
He loved the feeling of you being on top of him. Setting the pace, controlling him as much as you pleased, being able to look up at your pretty pink cheeks as he felt a wave of pleasure coat his thighs as your hands gripped onto him as you finished, but being able to watch himself was an entirely new experience.
He could not only see you, but he could see himself, and as he saw you slowly moving on top of him he couldn’t take his eyes away from the little bit of space between your legs. He was watching you fuck him and it felt nothing like anything he had ever experienced before.
Like he wasn’t supposed to. Like he was seeing it through another person’s eyes. And it was so naughty, he didn’t know why the idea hadn’t come to him sooner.
He watched as you rode him in the mirror, your head tilted back, eyes shut, face red, mouth open moaning out his name each chance you could. Every time you were on top of him it felt like it was the very first time.
Gareth could feel your legs start to tremble and as you slowed your pace he knew exactly what was coming. He knew that as much as you loved being on top of him, you couldn’t help but start to get exhausted from the amount of work you were putting in. But he never let that stop your fun.
He tilted his head up to look back at you in his lap and moved his hands from your thighs to your waist, and as you felt his fingers move up your body you opened your eyes to him once more.
“It’s alright… come here,” Gareth pulled you down on top of him, your hands holding onto the edge of the bed next to his head as his arms held you tightly, “it’s my turn to take care of you…”
Your arms moved to wrap around Gareths neck as he thrusted up into you, holding you so tightly and yet still being so gentle with you. He slowly found his rhythm, thrusting deep up into you as he listened to your moans, waiting until he heard that high pitched squeal he loved to let him know that he was hitting the right spot.
The moment he felt your hands gripping into his curls he knew he was ready to make you cum. Especially in his absolute favorite position.
You laying over him, arms wrapped around one another as he thrusted into you, hearing your moans ring out in his ear.
His arms wrapped around your back and kept you still as he quickened his pace, slamming into you from underneath. The overwhelming feeling of every one of your senses being overcome by Gareth was enough to make you cum.
You could hear all of his grunts and groans from each and every thrust.
You could taste the sweat on his neck each time your lips reached out to kiss him.
You you feel his strong arms wrapped around you as he kept you still while he was fucking himself into you.
You saw stars after every time he hit your sweet spot.
And the room all around you smelled of pure lust.
You never wanted this pleasure to end but you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to release. You did your best to try and say something, anything, just to get anything out other than moans but it felt near impossible,
“…Gare… I-“
“Are you gonna cum for me angel?” Gareth cut you off and slowed his pace, wanting to hear your voice tell him exactly what you needed,
“Tell me pretty girl, i need to hear you say it.”
You carefully tilted your head up away from his neck, your hands moving to hold his cheeks as you kissed him slow and deep, wanting him to be able to feel how much you still loved and adored him, even through all the pleasure.
“Please, Gareth, make me cum…”
Gareth leaned his head up and kissed you gently, moving his hands to get a good grip on your hips as he picked up his pace once more, pounding into you as fast as he could go.
Your arms wrapped around him once more, your head going back into the crook of his neck, littering it with light kisses just to keep yourself still grounded as he brought you close and closer to the edge.
Your legs held onto him tighter, your nails clawed into his shoulder, and you had to keep yourself from biting into his shoulder as he hit your sweet spot one last time before you came, your thighs getting sticky and wet after they were coated with your pleasure. Soon after, Gareth slowed his thrusts as his hands gripped your hips, his head tilting back as he moaned out in ecstasy as he filled the condom while still buried deep inside you.
He held you there for a moment, wanting to relish in the aftereffects of your lovemaking.
Your limbs loosening their grip on one another, the feeling of each other’s chests raising as you caught your breath, the careful kisses you gave one another to show that you were alright. It was his favorite part.
Gareth moved his hands from your hips to around your back, one moving into your hair and slowly moving his fingers along your scalp,
“God, i love you…” He got no response from you, usually meaning you needed some more time to recollect yourself from the overwhelming sensation of finishing with such force, “Do you want to lay with me for a minute?”
You nodded carefully and Gareth pressed another kiss to your temple,
“I’m going to pull out ok? And then i’m going to move us to lay back against the headboard, is that alright?” He stayed still until he felt you gently nod once more, making sure to be careful as he slowly pulled out from between your legs, hearing a groan from you as the emptiness between your thighs started to feel foreign from having him buried there for so long.
Gareth then carefully adjusted your bodies on the bed, being sure to move slow as he turned you to lay your heads against his pillows. As you lay there together, you found yourself moving back closer into him, your arm draping across his stomach and your head pressing to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so calming, so comforting. It was just what you needed after the last hour of passion you had just endured together.
He smiled down at you once more and pressed another sweet kiss to your forehead, looking down at your bodies as you lay in his bed, his eyes focusing on your arm draped over the soft flesh of his stomach,
“You really love my tummy don’t you?”
“Of course i do…” You slowly moved your hand up and down over his skin, “like i said, more of you for me to love…”
He laughed to himself as you snuggled further into him,
“You know… As much as i don’t want to like the way that i look, you always manage to make me feel so much better about it.” He tilted your chin up and placed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips, earning a smile from you as you finally caught your breath, “Thank you my angel.”
You smiled up at him once more and his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him and admiring the softness and warmth of your bodies pressed together.
“Five more minutes of snuggles, and then i’ll clean us up ok?” He asked you, and you nodded once more in response.
Gareth was always so wonderful when it came to aftercare. He was someone who was such a sweetheart to you outside the bedroom, still so nervous to ask if he could hold your hand and he still blushed when you leaned up to kiss him, and he was an absolute beast in the sheets. But he knew that if he wanted to see you writhing in pleasure for him, he would need to be the one to help you afterwards, and he never once complained about it.
He’d always get up slowly, give you a kiss and leave to his bathroom to clean himself up and grab a warm rag and a glass of water for you, sometimes even a snack if he was up for it. He’d walk back into his room and help you sit up, handing you the glass of water for you to sip as he moved the rag over your body, wiping away whatever was left behind of your lovemaking. He was always so gentle.
You barely noticed it when he slipped out from beneath you, and as your eyes gently peeked open you watched as he was leaning over you, placing his lips to your forehead,
“I’ll be right back, ok angel?”
You held his cheek and brought him close to you for one more kiss before he slowly made his way to the bathroom.
He stopped himself as soon as he looked at his body
in the mirror and took a step back to look at it once more. His eyes moved up and down his figure and he turned to the side to see his stomach, his hand carefully running across it with a smile on his face before he looked to you once more and left his bedroom.
You did exactly what you planned on doing to Gareth.
You made it so much easier for him to love himself.
You made him feel beautiful again.
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