Chubby Reader FanFics

Akaashi Keiji - Butt

Author's note: Please read until the end. I think this one's a little goofy. I love y'all. I'm kinda guilty for abandoning this one shot for months and I haven't completed any requests yet. This is not the request you want but here you go. Also, the fanart above isn't mine. Let's give thanks to the artist of the photo because she/he is creating wonderful pictures. Unfortunately, I don't know who is the artist. If anyone knows it, you can tell me so I can give proper credits.

Warning: Mild NSFW on the last part. The author swearing. Not proofread.

Third Person's Point of View

(Y/n) sat on the bed for more than half an hour, gawking at the magazine cover.

'Holy shit, I'm gonna die due to blood loss at this rate.' She thought, preventing herself from the imaginary nosebleed to being real.

"Love, you've been staring at that magazine for 30 minutes already. You haven't spared a jiffy to glance at other things." Akaashi said to his wife.

"But Keiji!"

"(Y/n), it's really embarassing. So, stop staring at that. I'm gonna cook breakfast. You better take a shower while I'm at it." Akaashi softly scolds his wife.

(Y/n) frowned while grumbling along this line, "Why'd you gotta pose like that though if you don't want me staring at it?" She stand up lazily while dragging her feet at the floor. Akaashi only laughed at his wife's childishness.

She stripped off her clothes and saw her reflection at the mirror. She stared at her own reflection. It is pudgy. She is a woman who have a little more fat than others. Her thigh gaps are nonexistent, arms are flabby, and her stomach poking out. There are some places discolored. She was nowhere perfect yet she smiled at herself. She was once an insecure girl who can't fit to society. Her self-esteem low despite of how others saw her to have a strong character. She built her walls. She isolated herself like how the world put her in a peculiar category based on how they see a person by appearance. She never let her guard down because she was afraid of people's prejudice.

She chuckled softly and shaked her head slightly. Reminiscing her past mindset, she didn't even anticipated that one day she'll be able to have confidence on her own skin.

As the cold water hits her (s/c) skin from it pouring continuosly - so are her train of thoughts. She scrubbed her body with soap, feeling the bumps in her body. She loves her body. The person who broke her walls and embrace her imperfections was Akaashi.

She isn't perfect. She is flawed but despite of that Akaashi accepted and loves her. Her shower thoughts stopped as she was getting out of the bathroom.

Putting on a comfortable attire for a lazy day, she smelled Akaashi's cooking. A pleasant smell that made her stomach growling. She went off into the kitchen and saw her husband's muscular bare back. Cooking while only in his boxers which is a norm since they lived together.

Now, (Y/n) is lost in thought as her eyes lingered at Akaashi's buttocks. She is flustered and staring again at the soft flesh of his body like how she stared at the magazine. Akaashi is an editor but he is quite popular for modelling. When I say popular, he's the cover of the magazine. The cover photo is quite seductive and hot, him looking back with wrists shackled and hips popping out that emphasizes his butt, which led to women from all ages fangirling - his wife also a victim to his charm.

(Y/n), as if in trance by her fascination, she quietly walk towards her husband. Tempted to touch that delicious butt. Akaashi stiffened and paused what he was doing in the kitchen counter as he felt her delicate fingers.

"My love, what are you doing?" He asked dangerously low.

"Touching your butt, obviously." She answered as if it was the most normal thing to do.

"And why is that?"

"It looks so soft and I remember your photo in that magazine's cover." She squeezed his buttock in time with saying how soft it is.

Akaashi softly removed her hands as she whined. He quickly finished what he's cooking. He turned around to meet your eyes and smiled, "I appreciate your compliments my love but I think your ass is softer."

Your face flushed at his sentence. Your mouth agape. You were speechless. He never fails to make you blush.

"Too bad, it seems like the food will be gone cold when we eat it." His voice huskier.

"H-huh?" You stuttered not completely understanding him.

You only knew what he meant when the food Akaashi cooked grew cold from being ignored for more than an hour. Wet slapping of skin, loud moaning and squelching noises from your arousal can only be heard in the kitchen. You were bent forward against the table as his hips roughly pistons you from behind. Your ass meeting his pelvis. His right hand on your waist and the other squeezing your ass. Him whispering how soft his love's ass as you both chase your high.

Author's note: This is shit and lame. I'm fucking sorry.