Angel Reyes Imagines & Other S%!?

Thick Thighs Save Lives

You stare at yourself in the mirror, trying to pick out something for your night out.

You hated your fat thick thighs.

You absolutely hated whenever you stopped moving they still jiggled for a second. You hated the holes in your jeans from them rubbing together. You hated whenever you sat down they somehow got bigger.

You were two seconds away from lying to Angel and telling him you were sick so you didnt have to go out.

Angel walks in and sees the bed covered in clothes.

"Whats up Babygirl?"

"I dont think I'm feeling well."

"What's wrong?"

"Just... I dont know."

"Tell me."

"I'm sick."

Angel sits on the bed and motions you to come sit on his lap, you reluctantly do.

"Whats really wrong?"

"I just... Im fat and ugly."

"No youre not, Hermosa."

"Yes I am, look at my thighs, they rub together and theyre always jiggly. I look like the Pillsbury boy."

Angel lets out a deep, head throwing laugh which causes you to pout further.

Angel says how upset you look and tries to clear his throat.

"Im sorry Baby, I didnt mean to laugh. You dont look like the Pillsbury boy. First of all, youre hot. Second, if you did look like the Pillsbury boy, I'd be okay with that, more than okay. I'd have a new fetish."

"Ew, Angel."

"Sorry, but you got me thinking about butter and cookies a bit differently now."

"Angel! Ewww!"

Angel lets out a laugh again.

"I love your thighs, Baby." Angel begins squeezing them. "I love how full they are, I love your dimples and your stretch marks, i love how they rub against my face while I'm tasting your pussy."

You blush as Angel pecks your lips with a kiss.

"You are so beautiful to me, Y/N. Never forget that."

He presses his lips against yours again, this time a more heated kiss.

"We don't have to go if you dont want to." Angel tells you after he pulls away from the kiss.

"No, I know how much you like to hang out with your friends?"

Angel lets out a snort.

"I dont really care about those guys, and I see them almost everyday. If anything, I need a break from them. I rather stay here and show you how much I really like your thighs."

In no time, you end up on the bed with your back against the mattress.

"I'll show you how much I love your body."