bully (Ls/Sd) (nsfw)

Just how far could Lars push Sadie?

It had just been a humorous thought to him at first, something he'd rhetorically think to himself as he scoffed at her so easily bruised ego. One unmoderated comment was practically enough to make her fall apart, whether it was him wording something to her a bit more harshly than he'd like to have, or a customer making a remark about her mood, or her job, or in particular, her weight.

Slowly, he'd begun to really wonder, though; was there s limit to how far he could push her buttons? Because as much as he put on a show of groaning at her bouts of insecurity, he couldn't help but notice that they kind of seemed to unconsciously make her gravitate toward him, and only him, in an adorably clingy manner that he couldn't help but think was kind of cute, in a fucked up, sadistic way.

Whether it was just morbid curiosity in knowing what he could get away with, or he really did have some sort of interest in having Sadie coming to him for reassurance, he couldn't tell. They were teenagers, barely functional disasters spinning out into hormonal messes every other week, and sifting through their complicated feelings for each other was on the bottom end of his to-do list at barely seventeen years old. She was the cashier girl, maybe even his friend, and that worked for him. It was simple.

Temptation eventually got the better of him, though.

"What do you wanna watch tonight, Lars?"

Padding down with a bowl of popcorn and plate of popcorn in tow Sadie delicately plopped herself down next to Lars, whose gangly legs were taking up most of the couch he was draped across. It was a weekend night they were both off for, no dates planned or homework overdue, and that meant they were free to indulge in some cheesy monster movies together in her basement. Lars got to laugh at some terrible CGI and Sadie got to stuff her face full of junk food, it was a real win/win situation for the both of them.

"You pick, I'm good for whatever." The contempt felt so much more authentic when he wasn't the one picking what cinematic torture he was putting himself through.

"Ooo-kie dokie," she chirped. Humming and hawing over the mess of DVDs she'd laid out next to the TV, she eventually decided on a remake of some swamp monster flick from the 70's, something that earned a mirthful snort from Lars. "Your mom spent actual money on this travesty?"

The disc was dropped in the tray, and Sadie scurried aside to turn off the lights. "Seventeen dollars, right down the drain," she chuckled, as she took her seat next again (and noticeably sidled up closer to him in the dark).

"Let's hope her taste doesn't wear off on you." The movie began to play, and after taking a sideways glance at her, he decided to make his first calculated experiment in seeing how far he could make Sadie bend. Not for any particular reason, or even because he was that horny (any more horny than he normally was, anyway), but...because she was there. And he could.

Nice shirt, by the way."

It took a second for the implication to set in. Looking down at the flowery pajama shirt she was in, Sadie spotted the bit of stomach poking out from beneath her blouse, and the waistband of her boyshorts that was failing to contain it. She was packing on pounds, and had been since she started working at the Big Donut, something they were both very much aware of. "Oh, shut up," Sadie snapped, cheeks going bright red. "They're home clothes." She tugged her shirt down further to cover her tummy back up, but by the time she leaned back into the couch, it had already slipped back up.

"Whatever dude, I was just saying."

The production credits flew by, and a high definition recreation of the original swamp monster's intro began, shot in a grainy filter pretentious enough to make Lars roll his eyes. As the seconds ticked by, a barely noticeable fidgeting coming from next to him began to grow in intensity, along with the crunching sound of popcorn being munched on, and the flashback scene had barely made way to the inevitable modern day setting when Sadie finally spoke up.

"It's not that noticeable, is it?"

Like clockwork. "What do you mean," he whispered back, keeping his eyes on the TV screen. It wasn't quite as satisfying if she didn't voice her doubts out loud to him.

"My...belly, I guess."

She was embarrassed, and fuck, it felt far more gratifying than it had any right to. Maintaining his composure, Lars turned to her with a dry look on his face, answering not with words, but instead by burying his pointer finger into her navel. "Beep beep."

"Lars!"

Her voice was caught between angrily hissing and laughing in spite of herself at the same time, and the dusky red color her pudgy face was taking up made for an incredibly hot image in Lars' mind. "Whaaat," he snapped back, turning back to face the movie. "You asked, dude."

Yanking her shirt down again (and failing to notice when it slid back up for the second time), Sadie began to shake at his shoulder. "I'm being serious," she whined, in a nasally voice he had to resist the urge to grin at. "Am I...fat? Like, actually fat?"

A subtle touch was needed here. Just enough to get under her skin, but not enough to perceive it as an insult. "A little, I guess?" The way her eyes drifted away from his and fell back down to her paunch told him he'd hit the mark.

Was it fucked up that he was putting this much thought into it? He settled for answering that question with a firm 'maybe'.

"I've been trying to cut back," Sadie tried to laugh, absent-mindedly chomping down on another handful of popcorn. "I-it's just so hard, you know? I started drinking water instead of milk, stopped having midnight steak, walk to work whenever it's not raining, but it feels like this thing-" She slapped her stomach lightly. "-never gets any smaller! I feel so gross."

"Oh, would you cut it out already, you big baby." This situation was getting incredibly uncomfortable, but Lars couldn't stop himself from continuing to prod, goaded on by a rush of blood to his head. "So what if you're a little fat? It's not a huge deal."

Sadie let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Yeah, says you," she bemoaned. "You're as skinny as a supermodel. What kinda guy is gonna go for a short lump like me?"

"...I dunno, I think you're kinda cute. Even if you're a little tubby."

The bait was laid, and Sadie took it immediately, head snapping in his direction. They stared at each other for some ten seconds, or at least that was all Lars could remember it lasting, before their faces were pressed together in a desperate kiss, fists balled up in each others' shirts. The movie had been all but forgotten by the time his fingers wound up raveled in her hair, and when he gave her blonde curls a hard yank, their smooching was broken by a moan from Sadie.

"Lars-"

"Shush."

She was in his lap in an instant, and his hands snaked down around her waist, cupping every bit of her ass that he could get his fingers around. The level of aggression he was reaching was new for even him, and it left him more than a bit overwhelmed. "Wait, Lars," Sadie suddenly panted, squirming in his grip. "We gotta-" A spank across her rear cut another moan into her protest, but only momentarily. "Slow down..."

"Why." She wasn't making any convincing arguments as to why he should stop, and it wasn't like Mrs. Miller was going to interrupt them, she was out of town for the night. Was Sadie really still worried about whether or not she was pretty? He would gladly fuck that doubt out of her, if that was the case-

"I'm just a little nervous, that's all. I've never really...done this before."

And that was enough to make him partially withdraw, enough to at least give her a breather. This was an experiment in being mean, sure, but he was hardly about to straight up force Sadie into it. Frustration singed at his fingertips, and he flopped back on the couch under Sadie, but his attention was caught when he brushed up against the discarded dessert platter Sadie had put down on the ground, after which, an idea came to him.

"Here," he grunted, lifting one of the pastries to her face and catching her by surprise. "This stuff always calms you down, right? Take a bite."

Every experiment needed variables, and the comfort that sugar brought Sadie was delightfully double-sided in the guilt that it later brought her. Looking between Lars and the chocolate cupcake, she bit down upon her lip, and begrudgingly took the snack. "I'm not so sure about this."

"Just take a bite."

"Lars-"

"Eat."

The monosyllabic order seemed to strike a chord in Sadie, because despite the absolute shame printed on her face, she took a bite from the cupcake as directed, avoiding his eyes as she chewed. In spite of everything, she did appear to relax a bit, and this revealed to Lars exactly how he would progress.

"Enjoying yourself? You big glutton."

"Shut up," Sadie swooned. Crumbs spilled out of her mouth and flecked across his shirt as she spoke, for which Lars slapped a bony hand across her ass again, making her groan. "Oh, fuck dude-"

"If you're gonna be a pig, at least don't make a mess." Her eyes widened a bit at the term used to describe her, but Lars' fingers wound themselves into her long hair again before she could be too offended by it, this time gently stroking the side of her face. He couldn't go scaring her off now. "Try again, babe," he murmured with a faint smile, using his other arm to grab another cupcake, but rather than give it to her, he instead held it up to her mouth himself.

He'd never seen Sadie as embarrassed as she was then. Not just for how he was handling her, he supposed, but for how much she knew herself to be enjoying it. Swallowing the stray crumbs still left in her mouth (along with every bit of her miniscule pride), Sadie leaned forward and nibbled from the treat being offered like a deer, licking a bit of blue frosting that didn't make it down with the first bite. She glanced down at him as yhe cupcake slowly but surely disappeared, right down to the lingering bits she licked off of his fingers, and after being presented a sight as spine chillingly sexy as that, a switch was instinctively flipped in Lars' head.

"Whoa now-"

After being suddenly flipped down onto her back, a very stunned Sadie complied when he went to drag her shorts off, and again when Lars dipped down to bite and suck at her neck. "Oh-oh my gosh-Lars-"

Palm flat, fingers spread, he brought his hand down upon Sadie's paunch with a loud slap, rolling it around in avaricious glee before clasping down on a fistful of it. "Good girl," he softly crooned, and the visible quake of her thighs told him that he'd hit a soft spot.

Between chomps upon the nape of her neck, Lars managed to wriggle himself out of his skinny jeans and drag his hips up to meet Sadie's, and as the cherry on top of the entire night, he was gifted with a gasp of astonishment when his hardness bumped up into her thigh. "Oh my..."

The tension in the air was palpable, and came to a peak when Lars at last lined himself up with the sopping wet mound between her thighs. Far more drunk on power than any adolescent young man ought to be, Lars could practically feel his heart leaping into his chest when he at last felt Sadie's wetness against him. Would she stop him now? Could she? A glance up at her windswept face told him enough that the answer was no. Nonetheless, he paused, providing her one last opportunity to resist, if she wanted as much. Sadie wasn't exactly hiding her nervousness, but in the end, her eyes drifted down from his, and a nervous, wobbly smile curled across her lips, which was all the signal of submission that he needed to bury himself to the hilt inside of her.

Fifteen minutes and one busted couch arm later, their frantic rutting finally came to an end. Panting hard enough to make a marathon runner blush, Lars was at least glad to see his pudgy fucktoy was even more bushed.

It took some time before she could even look up at him again, but when he opted to rope his hand around hers and squeeze, her exhaustion melted into a warm smile.

"Hungry again?" he snickered, right as a couch pillow was lobbed at his head.

"You're a dick..."