Notes Homestuck Sexcanon #2759: John's a little pudgy, but Dave doesn't care. He thinks it just adds to John's attractiveness.
Your name is Dave Strider and you are stupidly, hopelessly, and completely infatuated with your boyfriend, John Egbert. The perfectly black hair gracing his pale face, framing his stunning blue eyes. The roundness of his face and the overall shape of his body makes your insides flutter. You could watch him all day. You wouldn't change a thing about him, well not physically. There is one thing you'd like to change, his self-esteem. You watch, your heart slowly breaking as you two walk in the mall, passing by that same store for the thirtieth time. You can see John stare longingly at those particular pair of cargo shorts he's been eyeing for the past two weeks. You don't know what it is about those specific cargo shorts that he's so in love with, but he can never bring himself to go in and try a pair on. The store notoriously runs small in clothing and poor John is so self-conscious.
"You gonna go in today?"
"Nah, I don't really like them anymore, what's the point." Liar, he's practically drooling.
You two arrive home and snuggle up on the couch, he's shifting uncomfortably like he always does after a trip to the mall. You bury you face in his neck and let your hands go under his shirt. He grabs your elbow and the dance begins.
"You're just going to feel my fat rolls."
"Dude, your curled up as far as you can go, everyone as fat rolls when they position themselves like that."
"Dave, c'mon, you know I'm fat and ugly. I know I'm fat and ugly. Let's just stop." Roughly the same spiel you get every time.
"You're not fat, you're plush and hot as hell."
"Plush is just your way of saying I'm fat."
"No, plush is my way of say I love your squishy body. It's nice to touch and nice to look at. Especially that ass, do you know how many people would kill to have that ass." You said as you grabbed a handful of John's rump for good measure. You could see John's face heat up, good you were breaking down that wall of self-deprecation quicker today. You suck that part of his neck that he likes and hear him giggle and his skin heat up more. You groan as you touch his stomach again and whisper in his ear, "You are hot as fuck Egbert." Pressing your growing erection into his hip to show that it's not only words, you have solid proof of his hotness in your pants.
You let hand wander further down his body, grasping a hold of his thick cock and make an exaggerated moan in his ear, "The only thing 'fat' about you, is your dick."
John's breathing heavy now and you mentally pat yourself on the back, maybe you can coax that shirt off him this time. You pump his erection, kissing his neck and keep whispering little praises in his ear, "So fucking hot. You're so nice to look at John, I'm so lucky to have you. You're perfect."
John is moaning and you suck his adam's apple to coax more delectable noises from him. At some point he tries to say something, but you are a bit preoccupied by him writhing against your touch. He comes on your hand and you make a show of licking it off, let him know that you find everything about him irresistible. John watches and whimpers, overstimulated.
Now time to take care of yourself, it won't take much. As you get close, John bats your hand out of the way, taking your erection in his own hand, saying "I love you," as you reach climax.
The reset of the evening is spent cuddling. After a few days of praises and encouragement, John finally tries on those cargo shorts. They're too small, but you buy them anyway, against John's protests. You secretly take them to your sister and her girlfriend, they can work magic letting clothes out, and surprise John a week later with shorts that fit. You think you could die from how happy he looks.