Let Me See You Jiggle
🔞 Warning! NSFW- MDNI
I have not written smuts in a very long time so please bear with the basic writing. This is just a little small something about you getting insecure about your weight and him correcting your insecurity. I have made this a general one, but we all know who I had in mind while writing this *cough cough Caleb*. So girlies, choose your man!
Smut; use of ass/ clit/ cock; use of nickname 'baby'; Male Character x Fem Reader.
You sighed again as you tried to pull up your jeans over your ass. You finally got them over your thighs, but they won’t budge over the curve of it. You knew you gained a little weight but you didn’t think it was to this extent. These were your favorite pair or jeans too. After what seemed like the 15th time of trying, you gave up and slid them off. Maybe he would be okay with you wearing leggings instead of these jeans. You still remember his face when you first tried the jeans on in the dressing room, coming out of the stall to show him. He couldn’t stop staring, his eyes opened wider and they started twinkling with adoration. His lips parted, a sharp breath taken as he gasped. Blush started to crawl from his nose to under his eyes to his ears. He didn’t say a word at first, just admiring the beauty of how this particular pair of jeans fit your body, accentuating all your curves from your waist to your hips to your ass.
“Do these jeans look okay?” You ask, snapping him out of his trance.
“Y-yeah, they look great on you.” He smiled, turning his head to hide his blush.
“Really? They’re on sale too, I should get it right?”
“You should totally get it.” As you walked back into the changing room, you didn’t see him shifting in his spot as if he was maneuvering his body to a more comfortable position.
Your phone lit up as a text message from him came through, making you focus again at the issue at hand.
Hey baby, are you almost ready? I can’t wait to see you!
Hey, ummm, don’t be upset . . .
What’s wrong? Tell me.
I can’t wear those jeans tonight.
Awww, I love you in them.
I know . . . I’m sorry.
Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I don’t mind because you look good in anything that you wear.
Don’t wear anything too fancy or else I’m going to look like a bum next to you.
What? You don’t look like a bum . . .
Well when you see me, you will agree.
Okay, hold on. I’m 5 minutes away from the house. I’m coming in to see why you’re talking nonsense.
I’m not talking nonsense.
Yes you are. Wait for me baby. I will be right there.
As if the universe and fate came to a mutual agreement, in exactly 5 minutes, he opened the door loudly.
“Baby, where are you?” He asked while quickly taking off his shoes, throwing his jacket on the couch before walking around the house to look for you.
“Shhh, don’t be too loud, our neighbors are going to complain again about the noise level.”
“Who put this nonsense in your head?” He cupped your face as you looked at him.
“I . . .” You start to say before he interrupts you with a kiss.
“Baby, you look beautiful. Leggings with your gray kitty sweater is perfect. I don’t know why you would think you look like a bum.” When he breaks the kiss to look at your outfit again, his eyes twinkling and filling with admiration.
“I just . . .”
“What’s the matter baby, talk to me.”
“I gained weight again . . .” You break from his hold to drop your head, looking down on the ground, your hands coming over his.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He cups his hands on your cheeks again, bringing them back up so that your eyes can meet his.
“I’m fat.”
“You’re not fat.” He frowns at your statement.
“I can’t fit into my jeans because I’m fat.”
“You’re not fat. You’re beautiful, your body is beautiful.”
“Stop lying, I can’t even lift my jeans over my ass.” You sigh and break from his hold again, turning your body to walk away. He sighs before responding.
“I’m canceling our dinner plans.”
“What?”
“I’m canceling our dinner plans so that I can show you how beautiful you are. You think your ass is too fat? Baby, it’s so perfect that I need to give it some attention right now.” He starts dialing the restaurant’s phone number, placing your hand in his as he speaks to the hostess. After confirming the cancellation, he hangs up and puts his phone onto the dining table.
“What do you m-” Before you could even guess what he’s thinking, he crashes his lips against yours, causing you to moan and instinctively grab onto his shirt. He picks you up from your hips with ease as he carries you to the shared bedroom.
A trail of clothes follow to the bed as he has you faced down on the pillow, ass up in the air. He slides his cock against your womanhood lips, hitting your swollen clit with each thrust. And every time he hits it, you respond with the feel of waves of pleasure flowing through your body.
“Whoever told my baby, my beautiful girl, that she’s fat, will be executed.” You scream his name as the intensity of the thrusting increases. Only a smile forms on his lips as he watches your ass bounce against him with each thrust, your ass cheeks jiggling against his thighs.
“Baby, you think that your ass is too big? I’m going to prove to you that it’s perfect!” He exclaims as he slaps your right ass cheek, staining the skin red with a slight burning sensation. This was the first time he has slapped your ass during intimate and sexy moments, you not knowing how much it affected you sexually. He has smacked your ass before, but only playfully. Never this possessively, never like this. To say that you enjoyed this was an understatement, you didn’t want him to stop.
“Please, smack it again, harder.” You moan out, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets so tightly that your knuckles almost turn white. Your face twisting with pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Oh, my baby wants me to smack her beautiful ass again?” He grins, slapping the left ass cheek with more power. The sound echoes in the bedroom, overpowering the moans, groans, grunts, growls, and other beautiful sounds coming from the both of you.
“Yes!” You exclaimed, feeling the burn again that fills your body with sexual desire, turning you on.
“That’s it, let me see you jiggle.”
