goddess in red. — clark kent x chubby!fem reader.
synopsis: clark wants to help you buy new clothes, but surprise hits him when he realizes how the fashion industry treats plus size women like you.
cw: body insecurities, fatphobia, reader being kinda mean to herself, clothes not fitting, clark also being a little mean to himself, loads of fluff, tiny smut, clark is ao in love with you and your body, clark being really into chubby girls. important: I mention some sizes but remember that they are just numbers, you can be any size and be or not be plus size — it does not matter, different countries have different conceptions of what's plus size !!! I am plus size myself, so I know this!!
Clark always paid attention to you. He always has an eye on you, at any given moment. Working, cooking, watching a movie. And not in a creepy or peculiar way, but a protective one.
It worked, really — you felt protected when you sensed his soft gaze on you, or when his hand moved to the small of your back, not to guide you, but to follow you.
But Clark notices everything, even what you think he doesn’t. He sees how you struggle with the jeans that no longer fit, how every morning you search for cream to massage into your waist and stomach to try and shrink it, even just a little. And how, after wrestling with a pair of pants before going out for a walk, he notices how your stride is uncomfortable and how hard it is for you to breathe.
That’s how Clark started a small savings jar. A bit of change from grocery runs, money he found in his backpack, leftover cash at the end of the month — but he made sure to put at least $50 into that jar each month. When he finally saved up a more-than-decent amount, he proudly brought it to your apartment.
You raised an eyebrow when you saw him at your door — you swear that if this man had a tail, he’d be wagging it back and forth. He had that big-dog smile, the kind they wear when they bring the ball back to their owner. He lifted the jar with the word “clothes” written on it in his handwriting, but you still looked confused.
“I saved up some money to take you shopping. I noticed you were uncomfortable in your clothes, and I don’t like seeing you like that.”
You’re a grateful person — especially with him — and Clark knew you weren’t being ungrateful when your smile didn’t reach your eyes. Even when you arrived at the clothing stores street, you insisted he get himself a T-shirt or something, as if you didn’t want that money to be spent on you.
Clark squeezed your hand as you entered a store, where an excessively thin woman with a tight smile greeted you.
“Hi! How can I help you?” the woman asked in a welcoming tone.
“Hi. We’re looking for clothes for my girlfriend — some dresses, short-sleeved shirts, and jeans,” Clark smiled, his usual polite smile, which faded the second he saw your breath falter.
The woman, keeping her fake, tense smile, looked you up and down. “For you?” her tone wavered, as if it carried disgust.
“Yes… for me.” you sighed as you spoke, used to it.
“Alright… alright, yes, feel free to look around. This aisle has all the dress and top models. And that way are the jeans. You can ask me if you need anything.”
“Will do!” Clark smiled as the woman walked away. “Hey, don’t you like the jeans she’s wearing? We could look for something like that.”
Your eyes moved to the figure of the employee, how her small hips were hugged by the stiff denim.
“Uhm, I don’t know…” you said. “Let’s just look around a bit.”
Clark nodded, but was unsure due to your dim and quiet tone.
After a couple rounds, you found two really cute pairs of jeans, along with two shirts and a dress that Clark said — in his words — “would look like a dream.”
You held the jeans against your waist, stretching them a bit to see how far they’d go. You noticed how the corners reached only the middle of your thigh, and your pout began to show.
“Excuse me, is this the largest size you have?” you asked the same employee.
Again, that same scanning look from top to bottom. “Yes, we carry up to size 10 in jeans. What’s on display is what we have.”
“Size 10?” you asked, voice lower. “Thanks.” you gave her a tense smile, prompting her to leave. You handed the jeans to Clark. “I’m size 18.” you gave a sad smile. “And the shirts are size 10… I’m size 16…”
Clark looked at the clothes like they’d just insulted him. “We can try the dress.” he smiled sweetly, and you believed him.
After fifteen minutes and no sign of you, Clark called softly.
You sniffled. “I can't zip it…” you said, very quietly, almost a whisper.
Clark closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door. Everything was going wrong — this was nothing like he’d planned.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” you cleared your throat. “I just want to leave."
When you came out, your small, pretty face was red and swollen from crying, a pout on your lips — and Clark felt like the worst person in the world, like he had done this to you.
“Couldn’t find anything?” that condescending, fake tone filled your ears from behind.
You were about to answer when Clark spoke for you. “No, nothing was suitable. I think this place could use a wider size range.”
“Sir, I can’t help with that. I only display what’s in the store.”
“But you can pass along my complaint to your superior — this place is a disaster. It feels designed to humiliate people who just want to buy something nice.” You looked at him, surprised — Clark usually didn’t complain about service, even if it was degrading. But something seemed to have possessed him as he led you to the car, a hand on the small of your back.
Once seated, you played with your fingers as Clark sighed. His hand went to your shoulder, slowly gliding down your back, fingers moving softly against your skin.
“I’m sorry I brought you here, my love. I didn’t think this through and that was wrong.” He pressed gentle kisses onto your exposed shoulder, and you smiled sweetly while stroking his hair.
“You just wanted to help, Clark. It’s not your fault these stores are awful to people like me. I knew I had to lose weight anyway.”
Clark lifted his head like you’d just personally attacked him, shaking it. “You don’t need to lose weight. We went to the doctor the other day. Your body is healthy, your cholesterol is fine, your sugars are good. And your body is beautiful, my love.” One hand dropped to your plump belly, squeezing it lightly, making you giggle. “If you want to lose weight, I’d love to help you, but I know it’s something hard for you — something you don’t enjoy.”
The kisses on your shoulder moved to your arm and down the valley of your chest, his curls brushing your skin, making it rise in goosebumps. “Your body drives me wild, pretty girl. I’d have you any way, but you don’t know how… feral your stomach, your breasts, your hips, these thighs make me…” one hand dropped to squeeze that part with a growl.
You smiled as your lips parted with every kiss he gave you, panting lightly while your fingers ran through his hair.
“Clark, Clark. You are getting carried away.” You tugged his hair gently so his eyes would meet yours. His lopsided smile, drunk on you, when he noticed your grin.
“There’s that smile.” his lips found yours, kissing you slowly. “I’ll make this up to you, gorgeous.”
You never doubted he would — but you didn’t hold him to it. That’s why, when he showed up at your house desperate to take you somewhere mysterious, you suspected he was up to something.
He stopped in front of a store on a corner, Clark hopped out, basically dragging you in like an excited puppy who found a bone.
A young woman was at the front desk, smiling genuinely when she saw your boyfriend. “Clark! Good to see you again.”
“Doll, this is Carolina. Lois showed me this place and Carolina, very kindly, offered to send me all the clothing they have.” Clark looked at you with sweet, glowing eyes, and you couldn’t say no.
With Carolina’s help, Clark showed you beautiful dresses, jeans, shirts — even skirts, a piece of clothing you’d never thought you could wear — that were all your size or even larger.
“I’m not sure if I like everything because it’s all beautiful or because it all fits.” you said with a genuine smile as you slipped on a long skirt that fit beautifully around your hips.
“You look truly beautiful.” Clark said with heart eyes once he saw the twirl you made to show him the skirt.
You two walked to the front to pay, and Clark noticed a dress he hadn’t seen on you before. “Didn’t see this one.” he tried to get a better look, but you slapped his hand.
“It’s a surprise for tonight, I’m taking you out for dinner.” You said, handing Carolina the bags.
Clark raised his eyebrows beneath his glasses. “You taking me out?” he chuckled.
“God forbid a girl wants to take her boyfriend out to repay him for being so sweet and lovely.” Clark smiled and rolled his eyes, paying without even checking the price.
“You are a tease.” he said after you nudged him.
“Ready?” you said from behind him.
“Never been more ready.” Clark said, playing with the hem of his white button shirt under the suit jacket.
He turned around when you allowed him to, and he is stunned.
A red, long dress wrapped around your curvy, juicy body so deliciously he feels hungry. And when you turn around to show him the open back, he is literally on his knees.
“Oh, baby, I love this so much…” he said on his knees, and of course, since he is so tall, his head reaches your chest, the open part where the fabric goes up and wraps around your neck. He presses kisses there, hands finding the plush of your thighs under your dress, which he got since it had a slit — the slit killed him — , squeezing them as he gets drunk on your figure. “We are not going out.”
“What? I've made reservations! They make your favorite food.” You smiled, stroking his hair and fitting his glasses.
“Oh, but I've got my favorite food right here, dolly.” He gently pressed you against the wall, slipping under your dress to really eat.
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