Beer belly Higuruma..Oui Merci! Little NSFW under the cut..
This artist is making my interest in Higuruma skyrocket to the moon because she gets it..he definitely has a soft beer belly because he is stationed in his office 24/7, no time for the gym..once he does get back home he gets his hands on the next best instant meal and washes it down with like two cans of beer, even though he's told himself no more alcohol for the time being. Same with things like fastfood and sweets..but he can't help it. After a long day of hunching his back over case files, all he wants is to stuff his face with greasy food, get a little drunk, and then go to bed, where he has a night's sleep of approx. four hours before he has to get up again for work.
When he first starts dating you, he's afraid his physique might jeopardize his chances of getting closer to you, physically and mentally. You don't push him to get intimate right way, but you must admit it is a bit disappointing. You love his body! But he doesn't know that and gets really insecure..
He mentions wanting to work out more before going to the office, and leaves your shared bed earlier in the morning to try and crunch in some ab exercises at the gym. After work you welcome him home with a hearty plate of rice and steak, or a good, filling stew. Ever since you moved in, you've been replacing his microwave meals with homemade food filled with love.
You try and sneak in some dessert afterwards, like a brownie you bought at the convenience store, but he politely declines and tells you he's been trying to cut some weight away, jokingly poking at his protruding little belly visible under his t-shirt. He doesn't catch you almost drooling at the sight and holding yourself back from jumping his bones right there and then.
Higuruma believes that he needs to be built well for you to have the most pleasure in bed, but he doesn't realize that you love him like this..forget about the six-pack or defined biceps, you always preferred men with a little more meat on them. He's just so soft and gives you the best hugs when the two of you are cuddling.
When you tell him these affirmations late at night, he gets really shy at first, cute cheeks starting to dust pink. But he starts to thank you and gives you sweet kisses all over your face. He really did not deserve you..
Even after slaving away most of his hours at the office, and barely having time to properly dote on you, you still stayed by his side and showed him that he is perfect just the way he is.
You won't hold him back from getting more active, but you do assure him he doesn't need to get shredded for you to get more attracted to him, because you already were from the start..
Now, ever since you two established that you like him soft around the edges, Higuruma has started to notice your elongated staring at his body, especially towards his stomach..
Nightly makeouts are hotter and heavier, your hands getting friskier, gravitating to his stomach and his to your soft thighs.
Once he does eventually make love to you, and he's got your knees pushed to your chest, legs dangling off his shoulders, you can't stop looking at the little jiggle of his belly while he thrusts in and out of you.
The pleasure you feel in the moment is overwhelming, both of your stomachs lightly grazing each other in movement.
Higuruma starts to pant in your ear, lips caressing your temple.
"You are so, so beautiful..ah..please, keep touching me.."
He's referring to you lightly scratching his upper body with your nails, watching faint red stripes blossom under his chest. You can't stop squeezing the sides of his waist and feeling the fat under your palms.
"I love your body, Hiro..love it so much, ngh! Get closer to me.."
Higuruma makes your wish his command and wraps his soft, strong arms around your middle. Your knees start to give out and you instinctively cross your ankles on his lower back, hands holding his shoulders for support as he starts to ram into you harder.
"Fuck! Hiromi.."
The faster thrusting and his body being closer makes both of your stomachs glide across each other, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls.
It's safe to say he won't ever hold back now that he's aware what tickles your fancy..
A/N: Gomen gomen this is a repost, if you saw the first one I love you..peau-douce is now its own blog everyone clap. Direct link to the artwork here, support the artist pretty please 💋 + credit for the dividers here! @uzmacchiato xx
summary: Kim Namjoon is the love of your life, but when life takes an unexpected turn, you’re afraid you might lose the person you need most.
The sickness hit you in waves. The first came in the early hours of Sunday morning. Your stomach churned as you rushed to the bathroom, hurling up the little bit of contents in your system. The second came a couple hours later, this time even worse—your entire breakfast coming back up. The sight wasn’t pretty. You knew something was wrong. Something most definitely wasn’t right.
Being home alone wasn’t helping you coax this sickness away so you called the only person that would help you in this situation—Joy. Your best friend of six years shows up at your apartment within a few minutes, hugging your frame gently.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” She looks worried as she studies the dark circles underneath your eyes.
“Not good,” your head shakes.
“When’s Namjoon coming home?” She asks as the two of you sit on the couch. Your hand rubs your belly involuntarily.
“Friday,” you tell her. You missed him so much. The only thing the you feel would make you better is if he was here with you. “Something just doesn’t feel right Joy, I don’t know how to describe it.”
She looks at you curiously, biting her lip hesitantly. “Um,” she pauses, “Is there anyway, that… you’re…” she trails off and you don’t understand what’s she’s talking about.
A few moments later and it hits you, “Pregnant?”
The word tumbles from your mouth and you suddenly feel like hurling again. To which—you do. Your feet pick themselves up before you can register and there you are, kneeling against the toilet, coughing up anything into the porcelain.
Joy follows you to the bathroom, holding up your hair. “Do you want me to go buy a test for you?”
As much as you wanted to say “NO!”, something in you pushed to say the opposite.
“Yeah,” you say, “I guess so.”
Joy would leave your apartment a few moments later to go down the street to the drug store. You sat on the floor of your bathroom, back against the door, staring down at the floor. You couldn’t be pregnant—there was no way. You were on the pill, had been on the pill for so long. Granted, you and Namjoon stopped using condoms fairly early in your relationship that started a few years ago. But never—not once—did you have a pregnancy scare, or at least, to this extent. You weren’t ready to be a mother—you could barely remember to do the laundry. Namjoon wasn’t ready to be a father—his career was too important for him.
You had to shake your thoughts away in order for them to not upset you. You sat nervously, your leg shaking up and down before Joy made her way back to your place.
She returns to the bathroom, a small box in her hands. She helps you open the box, your hands shaking, your stomach churning continuously.
“I’ll wait out here—“
“No, please stay in here,” you protest grabbing her wrist to hold in her place. She nods in response. You pee on the small stick, your breathing jagged as you set it down on the counter. You meet Joy in the edge of your tub. She holds your hand tightly.
“It’s okay,” she assures you as she notices the way your leg bounces up and down, up and down, up and down. You take a few deep breaths, unable to look in the direction of the test.
The time goes off on her phone. A chill runs down your back and you give her one last glance before you stand up. You walk slowly over to the test and pick it up.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, the tears brimming in your eyes. Two lines—one darker then the other—but two lines. You were in fact, pregnant.
You cried for the next four days. Tears of happiness, tears of anger, tears of fear. You were going to be a mom and Namjoon was going to be a dad. You refrained from telling him, deciding to wait until Friday when he was to come back home. Friday afternoon, you made sure to put on some makeup to cover up the fact that you have not slept all at this week. You made sure to wrap up the pregnancy test, along with the gift you got Namjoon, neatly, setting it on the kitchen counter with some other mail. Your plan to tell him was very cliche—maybe a little too much—but you know Namjoon. He loves this kind of stuff.
Namjoon arrived back at your shared apartment around 6’o clock that evening. You sat nervously on the couch, scrolling through your phone trying to keep your mind busy.
“Y/N?!” He calls out for you from the front door.
You set your phone down to go greet him. When he sees you, his smile lights up and his dimples show. You meet each other half way—his hands encircling around your waist, yours gripping his neck tightly.
“Ah, I missed you so much,” he breathes into your neck, hugging you tighter as each second goes by.
“Me too,” you tell him, “You have no idea.”
He pulls apart from you before placing a kiss against your mouth. His kiss is sweet and gentle—always making sure you were comfortable with that he was doing. He rests his forehead against yours when you pull away from him. Your hands grip the side of his face and he squeezes your wrists reassuringly.
“Come on,” he says, “Let me get showered up and we can go to dinner,” he suggests. The thought of food makes you nauseated. Nearly everything you have eaten this week has ended up back in your toilet.
“Wait,” you tell him, grabbing his wrist pulling him back towards the kitchen, “You have…some mail…” you say, your words not confident at all. Way to be discreet Y/N.
Namjoon looks at you confused. His brown eyes start to register worry. He notices the way you’ve covered your face to hide your sleep deprived state. It looks like you’ve lost some weight, especially in the face. He suddenly feels horrible—something is wrong with you.
“Y/N, are you…okay?” He says, concern lacing his tone.
“I’m fine,” you manage to tell him with a straight face. You most definitely were not fine—but you wanted him to think otherwise. You weren’t sure what was going to happen after he opened the box sitting on the counter. You were preparing for the worst.
He gives you one last glance before he turns his attention to the small pile of mail. The bigger box immediately catches his attention. It’s wrapped in a blue paper, a small bow sitting atop it. You sit down at the table, watching his every move. He picks up the package and sits down beside you. Namjoon is more than confused. The way your eyes look at him, he knows something is up.
Namjoon doesn’t say anything as he begins to rip open the paper and open the box. His eyebrows furrow as he registers what it is.
“A pair of converse?” His mouth turns up into an amused smirk, “Do you really buy me more of these?” He chuckles.
You stay silent.
Suddenly, something small and skinny falls out of the box as he opens it fully. Namjoon picks it up, unwrapping the paper around of it. Namjoon’s eyes widen when he understands what it is. A pregnancy test.
Namjoon suddenly feels like he cannot breathe properly. He looks again at the red converse sitting in the box and realizes they’re not shoes for him—they’re shoes for a baby.
“Y/N?” He asks you, “Are you… pregnant?”
You can’t help the tears as they begin to form in your eyes. You nod slowly, “Yeah,” your voice is low.
“When did you find out?” He asks you.
“Sunday,” you choke out and you can’t even look at him. “I’m so sorry Joon, I don’t know how this happened,” you continue to cry and Namjoon quickly rushes by your side.
“Hey, hey, why are you apologizing?” He kneels down in front of you, gripping your face gently. “Why are you crying?” He asks again, a small smile forming on his face.
“Because we can’t have a baby,” you sob again.
“Who said we couldn’t?” Namjoon comforts you. You’re too preoccupied with your sobs to see the small smile on Namjoon’s face.
“You have your career—we can’t do this Namjoon. I can’t do this, I can’t be a mother,” you ramble on and on.
“Hey, hey, Y/N, look at me,” Namjoon shakes you gently so that your eyes can meet his, “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”
“W-what?” You ask, attempting to contain your tears as you look at the man you have loved for so long.
“I said you’re going to be an amazing mother,” he pauses, “You can do this—we can do this,” he smiles at you with the galaxy in his eyes.
“Y-you want…me t-to keep… it?” You ask him through heavy breaths and he gives you another smile.
“Did you think I wouldn’t want it?” He asks.
You shrug your shoulders, “I didn’t know how you were going to react,” you say honestly.
“You’re the love of my life Y/N,” he pulls your face closer to his so he can peck your lips lightly, “I’ve known from the beginning I wanted to start a family with you.”
“R-really?” You feel so overwhelmed in this moment.
“Yes,” he smiles once again, “We’re going to be parents.”
“We’re going to be parents,” you repeat, a small now growing on your face. “You’re gonna be a dad Joonie,” you could start crying again.
“You’re gonna be a mommy,” he smiles suddenly looking down to your stomach. He pulls you closer and presses his lips to the area, smiling into your shirt. “You’re going to have the best mommy.”
“And an even better daddy,” you add, holding him close to you, his head in your chest, his arms wrapped around your torso. Nothing could ruin this moment, absolutely nothing.
It’s exactly one week since you’ve found out you were pregnant. Namjoon hasn’t left your side. He’s been more amazing than you could have ever imagined. Constantly telling you how much he loves you, getting anything you need, helping you if you get sick. Namjoon continues to make sure you’re comforted and loved. He kisses every area with care. Of course, some celebratory sex ensued, him kissing your stomach over and over once the two of you finished. A week ago, you thought everything was going wrong and then everything went so right. That was, until everything did in fact—go wrong.
It was Sunday afternoon. You and Namjoon were cuddled up on the couch watching a cheesy TV show that he happened to pick up a couple weeks ago while away. Your stomach slowly started to churn and you got up quickly, slightly annoyed that your sickness wasn’t going away—hopefully it would soon—you could not do nine months of this shit.
Namjoon followed you to the bathroom as you leaned over the toilet. It happened all at once. You threw up some contents into the toilet. You thought you were fin until suddenly, you felt a sensation in between your legs. A wet sensation.
“What the hell?” You ask as you stand up slowly. Namjoon looks at you concerned.
“You good?” He asks. His eyes watch the way you slowly pull down your sweatpants to sit down on the toilet.
Once your pants are down, you feel like getting sick again. Blood. Blood everywhere. The hot red substance running down your legs in a slow stream, your stomach cramping up suddenly. Namjoon’s eyes widen at the sight.
“Oh god,” you double over on the toilet in pain, “Fuck, oh my god—“
Namjoon rushes by your side, “Are you okay? Y/N?”
You’re unable to open your eyes as the worst cramps of your entire life take over your abdomen and lower back.
“Joon, it hurts,” you cry out holding onto him tightly.
“Come on, we need to go to the doctor,” he says and you nod obediently. You knew something was horribly wrong now.
Namjoon helps you clean yourself up. You’ve stopped bleeding for now but the stomach aches are absolutely killing you. Namjoon drives to the doctors office as fast as he can without breaking any laws. His hand stays connected with yours tightly. You try to think about other things but you can’t. You’re not supposed to bleed, you tell yourself, why are you bleeding?
You get into the doctor’s office faster than you expected. You sit up on the patient chair, Namjoon sitting beside of you comfortably.
“Joonie I’m scared,” you tell him as you let some free tears fall from your face.
“It’s okay,” he nuzzles himself into your neck, “Everything will be fine.”
A doctor comes in shortly after. After a short introduction, the doctor needs to do a few tests on you, including an ultrasound. They draw blood from your arm, press on your stomach in different areas, do the ultrasound as normal. Everything hurts. You hav to keep telling yourself that Namjoon is right there with you the whole time, not wanting to cry in front of him and the doctor.
The doctor leaves with his nurse for a few moments. Namjoon cradles you closely, rocking you back and forth. You can’t bring yourself to say anything to him. You’re too afraid of what’s coming in the next few minutes. Your palms are so sweaty you internally apologize to Namjoon. His eyes are on you the whole time even though you can’t bring yourself to look at him.
The doctor comes back a couple minutes later. He sits down on the chair in the room, observing you and Namjoon intently.
“Alright,” he begins, “Miss Y/N and Namjoon… I am afraid to inform you that you have experienced a miscarriage.”
Miscarriage. Fuck. That’s exactly what you were afraid of. You tense up in Namjoon’s hold, forcing yourself to hold back your tears.
“Here, I want you to take these,” the doctor hands you a few pamphlets containing information about miscarriages.
“Thank you.” Namjoon says.
“I understand that this is going to be hard for you two. Especially you Y/N,” he pauses, “You’re going to be feeling confused, you’re going to feel sadness… but I want you to know that all those things are normal. Don’t hold back any emotions, that’s not good, alright?”
You nod in response, barely able to keep your eyes focused on the doctor.
“I don’t want you to feel like this is your fault. This was absolutely not your fault. Miscarriage's happen far more often than people would like to think or talk about. Up to fifty-percent of pregnancies can result in a miscarriage and it’s nothing you’ve done.” The doctor continues her talk, wanting to inform you and Namjoon as much as possible.
“Most likely, your body did this because something chromosomal wasn’t right—which is something neither of you can control, alright?” She gives you a squeeze on your knee. “If you two ever need anything or have more questions for me, don’t be afraid to call me. You continue to help her through this,” she looks at Namjoon, “I can tell you two love each other. Hold onto that, alright?”
Namjoon leads you out of the doctors office once you get some medicine to help with your abdominal pains. He helps you get into his car before he jumps in the drivers seat. You sit there in silence before you double over in the seat, breaking down in tears again.
“Y/N,” Namjoon says, his own voice cracking, “It’s okay… look at me.”
You slowly lift yourself up, looking at your Joonie. “I’m s-so s-sorry,” you choke and he pulls you in close to his side. You hug him tightly and he returns.
“Don’t apologize for anything Y/N,” he says kissing your head gently.
“I lost your b-baby,” you bury your face into his chest and Namjoon pulls away from you slightly.
“Don’t say that Y/N,” he shakes his head, “You didn’t do anything—this wasn’t your fault,” his eyes are red from holding in his tears.
“I feel like it is,” you tell him and he rests his forehead on yours.
“No, please don’t say that baby,” he shakes his head, “I can’t imagine what you’re going through but I’m going to be here for you.”
You feel Namjoon’s love growing as each second goes on. “I love you,” you tell him honestly.
“I love you so much,” he speaks his truth, “I don’t know how I can make this right, but I promise I’ll always be here for you.”
With a small peck to your lips, you nod slowly, the faintest smile spreading across your face. You knew he was being honest and that’s all you could ask for—Namjoon was your light and that’s all you could hold onto in this moment. You didn’t know how you were going to get through this, but you knew taking baby steps with Namjoon would hopefully bring you the peace you—and him—needed.
