She's Unseen, He's Enraptured

Chubby girl, insecure about her looks (158cm, 100kg, hourglass figure) + tall muscly mysterious man showing up in her house. She was gaming and she didn't know he was in the house. He adores her, wants her and he wants to possess her and make her feel worshipped (he is dom she is sub).

The controller nearly slipped from her fingers when she heard the floorboard creak behind her. Lena froze, headphones half-off, the glow of the paused game casting jagged shadows across her dim apartment. She wasn’t expecting anyone—no one had a key, no one *visited*. But the heat prickling her skin wasn’t just fear. A towering silhouette filled the doorway, broad shoulders blocking the light from the hall. His presence was suffocating—not just his size, but the way his dark eyes pinned her to the couch like she was prey. "You’re even prettier up close," he murmured, voice rough with the same smoky drawl she'd heard through her headset for weeks. Her pulse hammered. *No. Fucking. Way.* "Vex?" His grin was all teeth. "Surprise, little rabbit." Her stomach dropped. Vex—her late-night duo partner, the one who carried her in ranked, whose voice had been the only thing keeping her sane through bad matches and worse self-doubt. The man who’d *seen* her. Not just her gameplay. Not just her shitty mic habits. *Him.* Watching *her.* She instinctively crossed her arms over her soft stomach, thighs pressing together. "You—you can’t be here." He stepped closer, filling the room with the scent of leather and something darker. "Been here for weeks. Watching you hide in those baggy hoodies when you stream. Listening to you apologize every time you think you're taking up too much space." Her breath hitched. His thumb brushed the curve of her hip where her tank top had ridden up. "You ever think maybe I queue with you for more than your shitty callouts?" She choked on a laugh—nervous, disbelieving. His grip tightened, dragging her flush against him. "You don’t get to hide from me. Not now." And when his mouth crashed down on hers, raw and possessive, she realized—she never wanted to.

She is still hesitant, how did he find her, why does he want Her and not other skinnier girls. Start rough sex and some cat and mouse play

Lena gasped as Vex’s teeth grazed her bottom lip, the sharp sting making her whimper. His hands didn’t hesitate—one fisted in her hair, tilting her head back, while the other slid under her thigh, hauling her up against him. She could feel the hard line of his cock pressing into her soft stomach, the heat of him searing through their clothes. "You think I give a fuck about skinny?" he growled, lips skimming her throat. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of her thigh, possessive. "I know what I want—*who* I want. And I found you because I *wanted* to." She squirmed, torn between pushing him away and grinding closer. "But—" "No." His grip tightened, forcing her hips flush against his. "You don’t get to question me. Not when your body’s begging for it." With a rough shove, he spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. One hand pinned her wrists behind her back while the other rucked up her shirt, exposing the swell of her ass. A sharp smack made her cry out—stinging heat blooming across her skin. "See how pretty you sound?" His voice was pure sin. "Now let’s see what else you can take."

Lena thrashed, twisting under his grip, but Vex only chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening around her wrists like steel cuffs. “Fight all you want, rabbit,” he murmured, grinding his hips against her ass so she could feel every thick inch of him. “Just makes me harder.” Her breath came fast, panic and desire tangling as he yanked her leggings down, baring her to the cool air—and his hungry gaze. She arched, trying to buck him off, but his free hand clamped down on her waist, holding her in place. “Still think I’d want anyone else?” His palm cracked across her ass again, the sharp sting drawing another gasp from her lips. “Look at you—fucking perfect.” She panted, the heat between her legs impossible to ignore now. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her wet, and she shuddered. “Not fighting now, are you?” His voice was a taunt. Before she could answer, he drove into her with one rough thrust, filling her completely. The stretch burned—good, *too* good—and she cried out, nails digging into the couch cushions as he set a brutal pace. “Mine,” he growled against her ear, teeth scraping her neck. “Say it.” She whimpered, but he didn’t slow, didn’t stop. Not until she did.

His grip on her hips tightened, driving deeper with each thrust, as if he could carve his claim into her very bones. "I saw you first in that diner," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Two years ago. Smiling at some asshole who didn't deserve it. You think I didn’t notice how your fucking laugh made my chest hurt?" His teeth dragged over her shoulder. "I watched. Waited. Let you think you were safe." Lena choked on a moan as he angled his hips, hitting a spot that made her vision blur. "You were never safe." His hand fisted in her hair again, yanking her head back. "Because I knew—once I had you, I'd ruin you." He punctuated the words with another sharp thrust, his cock stretching her obscenely. She writhed, torn between the ache of his control and the pleasure coiling low in her belly. "Say it," he demanded. Tears pricked her eyes, but her body betrayed her, shuddering around him. "Yours," she gasped. Vex didn't slow. If anything, he fucked her harder, hips slamming into her with a possessiveness that bordered on violence. "Damn right." His rhythm faltered, his growl rough against her skin—but he didn’t stop, not until she shattered first.

His fingers dug into the meat of her thighs, spreading her wider as he fucked her with deliberate, punishing strokes. "You think I just wanted any tight little cunt?" He dragged his tongue up her spine, tasting sweat and salt. "No. It was the way you moved—like you knew every man in that diner wanted you, but you didn’t give a damn." His hand slid up to squeeze her throat, not enough to choke, just enough to feel her pulse hammering. "That fucking confidence." A rough groan tore from his chest as her body clenched around him, slick and desperate. "And this—" He palmed her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked. "The way you arch when you come, like you're begging for it." His teeth grazed her earlobe. "I *knew* you'd take me like this. Fight, then *break*." She whimpered, her walls fluttering as he angled deeper. "Tell me," he snarled. "Yours," she sobbed, nails raking the cushions. Vex growled his approval, hips snapping harder. "Every goddamn inch."