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You loved your big man, all pudge and squish. Cuddling up to his warm body every night made you happier than you’d ever been. These long weekends were fun too, when he’d sleep through the night because he didn’t have to get up to eat; you’d wake up to almost a different person. But, when he rolled over and smiled at you, digging his fingers in to your ass and dragging you in to his firm smaller form you knew it was still your man.
“Mhm, good morning Gummy-Bear.” He pressed his lips to the top of your head and inhaled deeply.
“Morning Honey-Bun.” You cooed back at him, positively giddy at the prospect of snuggling and kissing and other things for four whole days.
He sighed, pulling away, hand still squeezing your ass. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah!” Your sleep thick whine sounded deeply unappealing to your own ears, but the voice made him blush so you weren’t in any rush to wake up fully. “You didn’t get up to eat at all last night, and you didn’t eat dinner after patrol. I was worried when you just fell asleep when you got home.”
He heaved a breath. “Baby, this weekend is just so needed. I’m still exhausted.”
“Then, how about some pancakes this morning?” You batted your eyelashes up at him. “The ones with cinnamon and pecans you like so much?”
“Absolutely!” He grinned.
“Ok!” You went to roll out of bed when he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back on to the bed. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled your lips to his.
It felt weird, it’s not like you never got to touch him in this form, that night he first brought you home and took care of you in his too big bed was with this form, but you’d become so used to his hero-form that it was a bit disconcerting to have what felt like a different man pulling you in to a passionate kiss.
He flipped you in to the mattress, and you couldn’t suppress the flinch that he elicited with the action.
He sat back on his heals, “I’m so sorry Gummy-Bear! Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, no no! I’m – um – I –” You couldn’t keep the blush from rising on your cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” He ran a hand up and down over the outside of your thigh, rubbing it in soothing strokes.
You covered your tummy and sat up, scooching away from him towards the headboard. “Nothing!” You painted on your best PR smile. “Let’s go make those pancakes, OK?”
“Baby-Bear, please, tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.
You couldn’t look at him. “Its fine, Bun! I’m fine.”
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
You went to open your mouth, but he spoke again begore you could start.
“Oh! It’s – is it because I look so different? You don’t like it? Or, do you like it better and feel bad?” You could tell he was suppressing some hurt; assuming the latter.
“What?” You leaned in to him. Grabbing his arm. “No no. I love you, it doesn’t matter what you look like. I love my big honey-bun so much!”
“So, I make you uncomfortable in this form?” He prodded, trying to keep a happy face. Trying to make you comfortable enough to talk to him.
“Bun. Please, believe me, it has nothing to do with you.” you were as earnest as possible with him.
“Y/N.” When he stopped using pet names you knew it was serious. He’d been downright livid at you a few weeks ago and still called you Gummy-Bear as you argued with him. “Please, you know I want to be here for you through everything.”
You sank back, shimmying away from him, and perching atop the pillows. “Bun. I –” You covered your tummy pooch, and tried to look as small as possible. “When you’re like this, it just – I realize that you must think my fat is gross, you know. Yours serves a purpose, but my pudge is just. It’s just ugly.”
He was silent for a long time, you felt like it confirmed what you were saying, and worked to suppress the tears you swore you wouldn’t let fall. You had to screw your eyes shut.
You were so self-conscious, you maybe weren’t even that big, but when you looked in the mirror you saw a whale.
His calloused fingers appeared on your hand, thumb gently rubbing back and forth over your fingers.
Eventually you looked up to see eyes red and welled with tears. “I’m so sorry.” He breathed when his eyes met yours. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know. Its ok. I’m so gross, I really don’t know why you put up with me.” You’d been with him for almost a year, you’d moved in together, and your issues with your body had come up a number of times. He usually just kissed you and called you beautiful, and you didn’t want to burden him further.
“What? No!” He barked. “I’m sorry for not making you feel as beautiful as I see you to be. I’m so sorry for not being a good enough boyfriend.”
You shook your head no, but couldn’t find the words to rebuttal.
“Y/N. I love you for your mind, and your heart, and your terrible jokes, and your worse taste in music, and the fact that you own too many shoes that never get worn; but I took you home that first night because I saw you at Orca’s agency event in that tight black dress and red lipstick and I wanted to rip it off of you. I was sporting a chub before Ryukyu even introduced us.”
You pulled away. “You don’t have to –”
He grabbed your leg and pulled it out; splayed you out on the bed, and hunched over you. “Gummy-Bear, I’m going to tell you every part of your body that I think about when you aren’t here and I have to take care of my self.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I love these beautiful full cheeks, when you smile it makes my heart flutter – and when these perfect lips” He swiped a thumb over your lips “are wrapped around my cock. I love looking down to see them bright red and lusty.”
He trailed down your throat, across your chest and softly caressed your boob. “And baby, these full tits, the way they pull at blouse buttons, and squish out of sports bras. Fuck, baby. And when you ride me. The way they bounce.” He groaned, and had to reach down to adjust his pajama pants.
He smiled fondly, running a hand over your tummy. “You do have this tummy here, and I know you don’t like it – or me touching it when we make love, but I love digging my fingers in to it when we cuddle.”
He ran his hand between your thighs, grabbing at the inside, something that elicited a gasp from you. His breath shook, “These thighs” his fingers kneaded the soft flesh. “These. My word. Having my head between them is a religious experience.”
“Taishiro.” You gasped up at him.
He crawled to the side and plopped on to the bed next to you. “Gummy Bear.” He cooed. “I – I never ever want you to believe that I don’t love your body. You are a goddess, and every inch of you deserves to be worshiped.”
You scooched in close to him, nuzzling in to his chest, eyes damp with held back tears. “Honey-Bun.”
He hummed in acknowledgement.
“I’m sorry, I still feel so bad about my body.”
“Baby.” He cooed. “I’m going to help you learn to love it, but until then I’ll love it enough for both of us.”