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Taking Up Space - (Talla Tonga x Female, Plus-Sized Reader)

Authors Note: Oh, hi beautiful! First off, I want to say THANK YOU for being here, not only on this post, but in general! I'm so happy you're here! This is quite literally my first ever fic. I have always wanted to write but never pursued it until now, so bare with me, but I welcome constructive criticism, feedback, etc.! ❤️ This fic came to me on a whim, and stems from my huge crush on Leo, all the way from his NJPW days, he has held my heart since then. And as a plus-sized girl myself, I wanted to write something not only personal to me, but for others as well. I mean, just imagine this incredibly tall, big man loving every curve of you. 🥰 And remember. You're beautiful, your body is proof that you exist loudly, unapologetically, without needing permission, and you are worthy and deserving of the love you give out to everyone else. Without further ado, here is my first ever fic. I truly hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings - Body Insecurity, Smut (18+! MDNI!)

The room was quiet in that hotel sort of way. The hum of the air conditioner, the faint sounds of footsteps and chatter in the hallway, the sounds of the city outside muffled into something distant and dull and the sound of water pounding steadily as your boyfriend, Talla, was in the shower.

You were never the type to turn heads, at least in the good way, when you walked into a room, but you had captured Talla Tonga's attention instantaneously. He had looked at you like you we're the only person in the universe. And everyday since meeting, he made you feel that way. His words. His actions. He never failed to ensure you felt special everyday verbally and physically, whether it was a good day, or a bad day. You knew you weren't his usual type, the fit, socially acceptable beautiful women who knew all eyes were on them in admiration. But none of that mattered to Talla. He picked you for many reasons, and everyday he made those reasons known. But the thoughts, the insecurities, and the doubts never went away, constantly lingering in the back of your mind, waiting to strike at any given moment. And tonight, was one of those nights they won the battle.

As Talla was showering, you were changing to get into bed, and decided to just wear one of his t-shirts as nightwear. It goes over your head with ease, and you remove your hair from the collar to let it flow freely down your back. It smells like him. His favorite soap, his favorite cologne. That smell always brought you comfort, especially during the times he is traveling. You've slept in his shirts many times, hell you've practically lived in them. But tonight, you noticed it all, the things you've never noticed before, because insecurity has no timeline. The way the shirt... clings.

You didn't notice yourself staring at first, just small things. How the fabric hugged your hips. How it stretched over your stomach when you took a breath in. You began to tug it downward, attempting to stretch it out so it doesn't hug you in the places you dislike. You didn't realize how caught up in the moment you we're, that you missed hearing the water turn off and the bathroom door coming open, and your thoughts came out like word vomit.

"Guess this one wasn't made for me." You muttered, half joking, half not, while huffing, exhaling harshly through your nose. Just as your arms fell to your sides, you felt it. Felt him. He didn't say a word at first, just stood at your back, the top of his stomach touching the back of your head. His size always hits you in moments like this, the way he could practically swallow you whole if he wanted to. And sometimes, he does. His body was still warm from the shower, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You noticed the water dripping down his body, and the way his hair stayed slicked back perfectly. You meet his eyes, and they weren't on your face, they were on your whole reflection. They burned through you, so much so you swore your reflection would burst into flames if it were physically possible. But it wasn't in a bad way. He wasn't judging, he was just taking you in. Noticing. And then he speaks.

"It does." He says quietly.

"Does what?" You ask softly. "Fit." He says, whilst still running his hands down, smoothing the shirt on you. You chuckle.

"Be serious." You say while rolling your eyes. "I am." He states, while never breaking his stare off of your reflection, and that made your breath hitch.

His gaze finally leaves your reflection, and he looks down at you. His hands rest on your hips, tracing lazy circles on them over the fabric. His touch is always gentle, especially when he is trying to be reassuring. He wasn't claiming, just adjusting, because comfort mattered most in this very moment.

"It fits where it matters." He says slowly. You swallow, your throat tight. You always hated how these feelings crept in, especially on nights he has been working, when all he deserves is to come back to you and relax. You hated how standing next to him sometimes made you feel more visible, not less.

"Sometimes... sometimes I feel like I stand out more next to you." You say quietly. His hands still. You continue. "Like they notice everything I'm not. What I don't look like."

Talla exhales slowly, yet sharply, deeply, and steady. He leans forward so his arms are wrapped completely around you, and he rests his chin on the top of your head. "They notice me anyway." He says in a simple way. Factually. "You're just with me"

You simply nod. You give him a closed-mouth smile. He noticed that too, and gave you a squinted look. "Why do you do that?" He asks, not accusingly, but curiously.

"Do what?" You ask, cocking your head.

He turns you to face him now, and places his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his. "Hide."

You laugh quietly, and slightly embarrassed. "I don't hide."

He squints again. He wasn't convinced, and you knew it. "Your teeth." He says gently. "You do it when you smile. Even in pictures."

"Well, they're just not perfect. They stand out too."

Talla studies your face, like this is new information. But it wasn't. He knew, but has never said anything, until now. And then, he meets your eyes again. "Good." He says, almost flat.

"Good?" You question.

"Perfect things look sharp." He says, brushing his thumb against your lower lip. "Yours look kind, gentle, and welcoming." That hit you, hard. Your breath hitched once more. You gave his thumb a gentle kiss, before speaking.

"I just. I hate not being what people expect."

"Well, I don't live in anyone's expectations." He says, placing his hand on your cheek. His hand practically took up your entire face. His thumb rested below your eye. "I live here. With you. For you."

Tears began to form at his words of affirmation, the reassurance making your heart race. "I just hate... I hate feeling I'm taking up space."

"Ko ʻEku ʻOfa, do you know who you're talking to?" He questions. He rubs your cheek gently with his thumb. "Taking up space is my specialty."

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Even if it was in different ways, he was right. You place your hand on his cheek. "Do you ever wish I was... different?" You ask. He looks directly into your eyes. "Never crossed my mind." He says, without blinking. "You fit me. Complete me, in every way a person can be completed." For the first time tonight, you smiled, genuinely. And finally, you felt at peace. You felt completely reassured by his words alone, but Talla never stopped at his words.

The hand that rested on your cheek fell to your arm, matching the other one. You placed your hands on the sides of his neck, rubbing lazy circles against his soft skin. Talla leaned his head back slightly at your touch, his eyes closing, taking in the moment. You watch as he practically melts under your touch, knowing what was coming next.

Talla lets out a soft hum, before lifting his head back up. And that hum, that hum made a low heat pool in your stomach. He makes eye contact with you once more, and licks his lips slowly, causing your breath to hitch.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are." He says. It wasn't a request. It wasn't really a demand, either.

"Talla, you-" He cuts you off with a soft, tender kiss.

"No. I've said what you've mean to me. But I haven't shown you." That was the thing about Talla, is that he always backed up his words with actions.

You smiled, and nodded. Talla lifted you up and stood up, placing you on the bed on your back with ease, like it was second nature. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to sit up, and moved onto the bed on his knees. He pulled your shirt up over your head, tossing it to the floor. His eyes rake over your body, his gaze turning hungry, and that look alone made you press your legs together.

He placed his hands on your sides, and leaned down, placing soft kisses on your neck, because he knew that was your weakness, causing you to breathe heavily. And then you felt his tongue drag along your neck, before his lips connected, and his teeth sunk slightly into your skin, leaving a hickey in its place. He pulled away slightly, and whispered in your ear, deeply. "Mine." Your eyes fluttered slightly at how deeply he says the word.

Talla kisses from your shoulder, to your chest agonizingly slow before laying you back gently onto your back. He kisses your boob softly, before taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it sloppily, making you whimper. You place a hand on the back of his head and tug at his thick hair. He pulls away slightly, and the cold air mixed with his spit made your nipple stiffen more. He kissed in between your breasts before making his way to the other one, and took your nipple back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub slowly, humming slightly as he does so, causing you to shiver from the shockwave it sends through your body, and you tug at his hair slightly more. Talla always took his time with you on nights like these.

Talla pulled off of your nipple once more, but his mouth never left your body, lips never leaving your skin. He kissed down your stomach slowly, while placing a hand between your legs, opening them up slightly. He moved himself down the bed, hands on your knees, pushing your legs open wide, and he came face to face with your pussy. "Mine." He says once more, and that sent chills down your spine, causing another shiver to occur. Talla hooked his arms under your thighs, and planted soft kisses upon the inner parts of them. His beard scratched your skin just right. He licked your folds slowly, tasting your arousal for him, before diving in, licking and lapping between your folds like a man starved. You nearly choked on your first moan, but the rest came out like a song, and it was music to Talla's ears, because he slid his tongue up to your clit and began sucking on it, flicking his tongue against the ball of nerves, while sliding two fingers into you, stretching you nicely with his thick fingers, curling them to hit that sweet spot that makes you thrash every time. Your hips bucked and your back arched at the feeling. Talla spread his fingers open slightly inside of you, feeling every inch of your walls, memorizing every centimeter, while his tongue flicked against your clit. You tugged at his hair, pulling it to press him closer, harder onto your pussy. He hummed against you and the vibration made your whole body jolt, and cry out loudly. Talla picked up the pace with his fingers, but sucked your clit still ever so slowly, humming against it. You pulled his hair harder, your legs began to shake, and your pussy clenched around his fingers. Talla nodded against you, and hummed and "mhmm" against your clit. Your moans grew desperate and erratic. The feeling in your stomach growing stronger, Talla doubling his efforts was all becoming too much, until finally the release crashed over you, your orgasm breaking free. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, juices flowing down his fingers, your loud moans echoing through the room. Talla let you ride out the aftershocks, slowing his fingers down and slowly removing his mouth from your throbbing clit. He extracted his fingers slowly, and you whimpered at the empty feeling.

Talla sat up slowly. His hair framing a mess from your hand pulling it, his beard glistening in the dim light in the bedside light from the juices of your pussy. He rubbed your legs, thumbs tracing circles on your knees as he looked down upon you. Your hair sticking to your sweaty face, your chest heaving up and down as you breathed hard. He was admiring the mess he made of you, his perfect, pretty mess. His.

Talla leaned down over you, resting his elbows above your shoulders, your head resting perfectly between his arms. "I'm not done worshipping you yet." He says, his eyes trailing up and down your face. You smiled softly, your eyes looking down to his lips, and back up into his eyes. "What baby?" He says, noticing. "Use your words."

"Kiss me." You say softly, pleading. Without hesitation, Talla's lips meet yours softly, and he brings one hand down to your chin, and he opens your mouth, his tongue diving into your mouth, and you moan at the feeling as well as the taste of your own climax still on his tongue. He moved his other hand down to his cock that was already lined up to your entrance, and gave himself a few strokes. He growled into your mouth as he stroked himself slowly, before sliding himself inside of you, slowly, causing you to moan into his mouth.

Talla's pace was slow at first, giving you time to adjust, because no matter how many times he's fucked you, you still need time to adjust to his length and girth. He moves in and out at a soft pace, until he feels your legs wrap around him, feeling the heel of your foot against him give him a nudge, and that's how he knows you're ready. He moves at a quicker pace now, his hips snapping and rolling, the room echoing with the sounds of skin against skin and your moans.

Talla leans back down now, putting your head back in between his arms, and he lays his head against yours, the angle making his cock curl into you, making your back arch, your chest pressing into him, the friction of your hardened nipples rubbing against his skin sending chills down your spine. Talla places his forehead against yours, your breath's mingling together as your mouths stay agape with the sounds of pure ecstasy. "Mine." He says through a shaky breath. All you could do was nod, as another orgasm was about to come crashing over you. Talla was getting close too, as his movement became more erratic, more needy.

Talla reached a hand down and began rubbing sweet little circles against your clit, making you cry out, and your walls flutter around his cock. He sped up his movements inside of you, chasing his release. "Cum for me, Ko ʻEku ʻOfa." He says, almost pleading. And that did it for you. Your second orgasm took over every inch of your body, your nails digging into the delicate skin of his back. Talla's release hit at the same time as yours, and feeling his thick cock throbbing inside of you was a whole other feeling in itself. A feeling you could feel forever if you could.

Talla slowed his pace down, letting you both ride out the aftershocks, before stopping completely, and pulling himself out slowly. His forehead rested against yours still, his hair surrounding your faces. He pressed a kiss against your nose, making you scrunch it slightly, and then a soft kiss to your lips before lying down next to you.

He turned over to face you, and you did the same, in sync. He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "I'm happy you take up my space." He says quietly. You bite your lip, and smile at him sleepy-like, tired from the two orgasms he gave to you, and feeling pure bliss.

As Talla covers you both up and embraces you in his arms that make you feel safe, your mind begins to go quiet, and for the first time in a long time, you finally realize that it's okay to take up space, especially with the right person.

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