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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: chubby!reader is having a bad body image day, Buck is there to prove just how perfect she is
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: chubby/plus size reader, body insecurity, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), cockwarming?, unprotected sex, ???
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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: requested
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It was that part of the day again, the end of the shift where we'd get changed into our normal clothes and go home.
It seems so normal doesn't it? So simple? But that's just it. It isn't.
I'd have to wait till everyone left the change rooms which would take forever with the shifts changing, or I'd have to lock myself in a tiny toilet cubicle. Or I could just go home in my sweaty, dirty uniform.
My hands sit at the hem of my shirt. My heartaches to be one of the people who can just rip off their shirts without even a hint of shame.
I take a deep breath but I can't do it. To the cubicle I go.
Just when I'm about to shut my locker and head to get changed two large arms wrap around my stomach.
Buck pulls me close against him, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "Why aren't you changed yet baby?", he asks placing a kiss between my neck and shoulder.
Absentmindedly I pull away. His hands fall down to my hips, a frown messing up his handsome face.
"What's wrong?", his voice is gentle and caring, and yet I still find myself stepping out of his touch.
I hated when anyone touched my body, like my hips or my stomach.
I look at Buck and I see a handsome, muscular, fit man. What would he see in me?
Hell, all I have to do is take a look around the station and see people so much more fit and attractive than me. What do they all think of me?
"Nothing. I'll have a shower when we get back to your place.", I say grabbing my bag and his hand, not looking him in the eyes.
On the way back to his apartment I noticed that he kept glancing over at me.
Every time he looked at me I would wonder how long it would take him to realise I'm not pretty or skinny. Had he even realised I was chubby?
His hand finds it's way to my thigh, he gives it a light squeeze in a way meant to reassure me.
I don't meet his eyes, instead I move my legs closer to the door.
