YJ/Batbros/ DC Movie Boys x Reader

Those Hips (Blue Beetle/ Jaime Reyes x Insecure Thicc Reader) SMUT

((I am thicc and I love food. So you are not alone if you feel insecure and I will be open to talk if anyone wants to talk. Nothing against skinny girls, but I am just happy I was blessed with my body figure even if I doubt it. And if you have stretchmarks, more power to you honey. I look at those are tiger stripes and quite a few men like it. You would be amazed.))

You were Jaime's neighbor that lived across the street. You had lived there for about two years. He thought you were gorgeous and that you were a bit bold at times. Sometimes you were shy. You did have a bit of a wild side to you, but not too wild. If anything, you were a music addict. If you had your headphones in or were playing music in your house, you would dance. You rarely did it outside or on the street though, because you were a bit shy to do that. Why did you have a shy side? You were insecure about your body, but you were so damn gorgeous that all types of men were drooling when you walked past them. Especially your neighbor, he would see you a few times and he would just adore to see you. You had a major crush on him.

Jaime became a lot bolder since he grew up into a young adult. He had a few tattoos on him and was more built. He had left for a mission earlier that day and when he came back it was dark out. Your curtains were open and you were dancing around as you listened to some pop music. He smiled as he saw you enjoying yourself. He thought you were gorgeous and he loved running into you at the grocery store or when you both went to get your mail. When he got to talk to you after he mowed the lawn or when you got home from work, he just loved it. When he would invite you out to hang out he would be so happy when you agreed. He lived to talk to you. However he noticed that you seemed to carry a heavy weight of doubt on your shoulders, which he felt so bad about. What on earth made you so doubtful at times?

He watched you dance a little longer and watched you move your hips. He chuckled a little. "That ella can move her hips." He said as he walked into his house.

"Jaime do you really consider her as an attraction?" The scarab.

"What does it matter to you?" He growled.

The scarab was actually being a lot nicer. Like really nice. "If you do find her as a suitable mate, then you have to love her. But you must not give up your calling to be a hero."

Jaime closed the front door behind him. "Are you saying you have a crush on her too?"

"No." The scarab hissed.

"Liar. You like her too." Jaime mumbled. He chuckled at this while the scarab told him to stop sassing back. Jaime saw you dance a little longer then took a small sip of a bottled water. Jaime made sure he wasn't staring at you, but he thought you were just gorgeous. He went and took a quick shower, then was listening to some music. He chuckled at a thought. Maybe one day he could convince you to come dancing with him. Maybe he would do that tonight.

You finished your little dancing show and giggled. You were laughing because you loved dancing around. Forget Shakira with the hips, you were better than her and so many others. You were at the top of the list for all of that. You walked into the kitchen and stared at what choices you had to snack on. You settled on your favorite cookies and grabbed a few. You looked over and saw Jaime taking off his shirt. You bit your lip. You always saw that scarab on his back, but you dismissed it. That man was a hunk. You set the cookies on your coffee table.

Jaime looked over and saw you. He waved to you and gave a smile. It was a genuine smile and grabbed his phone. He had your number and he texted you. "I saw your moves. Want to go out to a club with me? The one called Martina Swirl?"

Your phone buzzed and you looked at it. You read it and when you glanced back up at him, he had his hand on his stomach and was swaying his hips a bit. He looked like he was dancing with an invisible person, then pointed to you. You blushed bright red and texted back. "I don't know Jaime."