*hides Behind Hands* I KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN YALL I AM SOO SORRY :(((( Uni Has Been Kicking My Ass For

*hides behind hands* I KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN YALL I AM SOO SORRY :(((( uni has been kicking my ass for a while but im back and still deeply in L word with miguel!!! here's an apology 4 being gone 4 SO LONG, a lot of y'all rlly wanted body worship so here that is!

not proofread! contains; chubby! fem! reader, insecure thoughts, body image, unprotected sex, praise, public sex, body worship, mirror sex, creampie, sir kink if u squint, rlly soft sex, WAY longer than it needed it to be.

it happens during your off day. you're out shopping with miguel at the mall, dragging him here and there to get cute little outfits and other things miguel swears you don't need. you're at the end of your list of stores, and quite frankly the store miguel's been looking forward to the most, the lingerie store.

you're excited to try on all the cute pieces you see! you're grabbing anything that catches your eyes and miguel looks alive for once as he watches you do so, even going so far as to recommend a few sets.

you take all the sets you're interested in, thank the pretty lady lazily watching over the dressing rooms, and head inside. you were excited at first, you really were. who doesn't love to try on new clothes? but once you get in one of the farther dressing rooms to try on the cute lace sets miguel had suggested, your confidence is shot.

you turn in the mirror, uncomfortable with what you see in the reflection. you're chubby, that was a fact that you wore proudly. you've always loved your body, never thought it was something you needed to change or be ashamed of, until now. you feel gross in this set, the lace not fitting right and not flattering your curves the way you hoped. you try on the next few sets, feeling worse and worse each time.

you're on the verge of tears when you try on the last set, a pretty red mesh one with a bow right between your breasts. you look at yourself and feel nothing but disgust, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you frustratedly tug at the material around your body. you hated feeling like this, like your body was less than it was, but gosh, you couldn't help it.

maybe it was the way your flesh peeked from the fabric, maybe it was the way your rolls showed themselves on the sides of the set, but either way, you hated what you were looking at. you hated it.

a knock on the dressing room door has you jolting in surprise, whipping your head around to stare wide-eyed at the closed door. "honey?" miguel's deep voice calls from the other side. you don't respond, and miguel, concerned by your lack of response, knocks once again.

"you in there, cariño? it's been a while, is everything alright?" miguel asks. when he doesn't receive an answer again, he starts to push the door open. "is it okay if i step in? i wanted to see how you looked". you can hear the smile in his voice and you panicked. god, you hated the mall sometimes. the doors don't close properly ever.

"wait!" you say, voice shaky. you clear your throat and try again, "don't come in." you're a mess right now and the last thing you want is for miguel to see you like this. "why not?" miguel says, clearly confused. his hand rests against the door as he respects your wishes and waits for your reply,

"is everything okay, honey? did you rip that one with the strings?" he lets out a deep chuckle. "that one looked like it would be difficult to put on anyway, mama. let's just leave it there and run out, yeah?" he attempts to joke and it pull a quiet giggle out of your mouth.

"no— it's not that. i'm okay, baby, really. i just…" you trail off and glance at the mirror again, the insecurities you're feeling rushing back at full force, "i don't like it". you're not lying, you don't like any of the sets. they made you feel like shit.

"the strings?" miguel asks dorkily and you smile sadly at the mirror. even when you felt horrible, he knew how to make you feel better. "no, baby, not the strings." you take a deep breath. "i just don't like the way i look in these sets, that's all." you finally conceded, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

you knew miguel was persistent, though, and you wouldn't be surprised if he tried to get you to tell him exactly why you didn't like how you looked.

you didn't hear anything for a few moments and you started to hope that miguel had given up and left, but then, you hear the door handle shake and watched it twisting open in a panic. "no, wait! miguel—"

the door swings open, miguel's big body blocking the entrance. your hand falters at the failed attempt to keep the door closed and you shamefully take a step back, turning your body away from him and crossing your arms over your chest.

"cariño", miguel steps in and closes the door behind him. he walks closer and gently grasps your hips, moving you so that your back is facing the mirror and your front is pressed up against his body. "tell me what's wrong, why are those beautiful eyes of yours crying, hm?" his large hands move up your back, resting at the base of your neck and stroking the nape.

"do you not like the color? the patterns?" his eyes rake over your body. "because i think they're all very pretty".

you bite the inside of your cheek and avert your gaze, not wanting to face him. "nothing at all like that, they're all beautiful". you admit. you can feel his eyes boring into the top of your head, waiting patiently for a real answer, but you stay quiet.

"then, enlighten me for a moment", miguel starts, taking one of his hands from the back of your neck and using it to tilt your chin up. "what is it about these outfits that you don't like?"

"because, miguel," you huff out and push at his chest lightly. "they don't look good on me, okay? they just make me feel… not good. like i'm— ugh, like they just don't look good on my body." you admit, a tear falling down your face.

the sight of it breaks miguel's heart and he wipes it away with his thumb. "oh, my love," he says. he kisses your cheek. "what makes you think they don't look good on you, mama?"

"they just… don't. i'm not saying they aren't cute, they're just not for my body, i guess". you shrug and try to turn away from him again, but miguel doesn't let you.

"how could you say that about such a gorgeous body, hm?" he says, hands slowly making their way down your body. "you look stunning, cariño. borderline irresistible, and you don't like them?" miguel clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disbelief. "you have to be crazy".

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "yeah, right." you make eye contact with him and miguel's heart breaks with how broken you look. "how could you love a body like mine? it's just so— i don't know, not sexy".

you move to turn around and slip the lingerie off your body, but miguel grips your hips again, holding you in place. "look at me", he says. his voice is hard and demanding and you shiver under his grasp. "i want you to see what i see, honey girl, don't push me away." he murmurs and slowly guides your body to turn around.

"keep your eyes on the mirror, understand?" miguel says softly. you nod and keep your eyes trained on the reflection, watching him slowly caress your sides. "good girl." miguel compliments. you can't help the shiver that runs through your body at his words and his smirk widens. he loves having this effect on you.

he slowly moves his hands up and down your sides, taking his time in tracing your curves. "see that, baby?" he says and cups your breasts. "this beautiful, soft body of yours. it's fucking perfect." he squeezes them and leans down to suck a kiss into your neck. "it's made just for me." he murmurs against the skin.

you squirm in his grasp but don't take your eyes off the mirror. miguel pulls away and gives you a stern look, "are you gonna watch or do i have to make you?" he asks. he raises an eyebrow when you don't reply, and you whimper.

"n—no, sir." you stutter out. you're turned on, the feeling of his hands all over you and his dirty words not helping the growing arousal between your legs. miguel nods and returns to touching your body. he slips his hands around your waist, squeezing your love handles before bringing his hands down to cup the bottom of your tummy. he massages the flesh and sucks another hickey onto your neck.

"all of you is breathtaking, my love". he says and moves one of his hands back to the front of your body. "this tummy", he groans, one of his hands moving to squeeze the flesh of your sides. "these curves", his hand moves again, gripping the meaty flesh of your thighs and lifting the leg that isn't on the floor. "these gorgeous fucking thighs." he sighs, shuddering in pleasure as he practically gropes you.

"all of it is gorgeous, 'n' all of it is mine. can't have you talking down on what's mine, can i?" he smirks at you through the mirror. "it's just not right, honey girl."

"no, sir, i'm sorry." you whisper out. miguel smiles sweetly at you through the mirror, leaning down and pressing chaste kisses against your neck. "my sweet girl, there's nothing to apologize for. i know you get lost in that little head of yours". he says, his hands moving back up to squeeze at your breasts. "how can you not think of the way i feel about you, though? i love this body. i'm obsessed with it. would stay home 'n' play with all day if you'd let me, you know i could do it".

you did know. miguel didn't have any problems spending the whole day worshipping your body, playing with it until you were a mess, begging for him to fuck you. his favorite pastime, if he had one, would be spending the whole day in bed, making you cum on his fingers and his tongue. he's done it before, and he'd do it again if you asked.

"m'sorry, miguel." you whimper, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. you didn't know what else to say, all the praises and kind words were getting to you. you can't remember the last time someone made you feel as good as he does.

"don't apologize, baby." miguel murmurs and kisses the side of your head. "you don't have to apologize, jus' let me make you feel better, hm?" he squeezes your breast again, tweaking a nipple and grinning at the small moan that falls from your lips.

"i'll make sure all the nasty things in that head of yours go away, yeah?"

and that's how you ended up being pressed against the wall of the dressing room, miguel's hand over your mouth and his free hand groping every area of your body he can. tears of pleasure prick so prettily at your eyes and miguel revels in the fact that he's the one who caused it.

"this is what you should be crying about." miguel whispers, his lips right by your ear as he presses his hips further into you. he's relentless, his thick cock stretching you out so deliciously while he plays with your body. "should be cryin' about being fucked open on my cock, should be sobbing over how good you feel." he emphasizes his point with a hard thrust and his hands squeeze the flesh of your breasts.

"god, look at you, mi amor." miguel murmurs against your lips. "you look so fucking perfect like this, all fucked out on my cock. 'm so lucky." he presses a quick kiss to your lips and leans back up, a hand gripping your neck and his thumb stroking the underside of your jaw. he turns your face carefully to the mirror, holding you in place.

"watch me", he commands, his freehand moving down to rub tight circles around your clit. "watch me worship this perfect body. watch yourself get fucked open on my cock, and don't take your eyes off of us." his eyes are trained on the mirror, too, a dark lust swirling in them.

you nod, small whimpers and pants escaping your mouth as miguel takes his hand off your mouth. "m—miguel, baby." you whimper and throw your head back. "'m close, please, let me cum." miguel shakes his head and leans down to press a sweet kiss to your shoulder. "not yet, baby," he whispers and bites the soft flesh.

"gotta see what i see, 'n' then, i'll let you cum. sound good, honey girl?" he smirks. you whine and shake your head, but you can't help but follow his command.

he's making it hard for you to keep your eyes on the mirror, the way his cock is thrusting into you and the way his thick fingers are playing with your clit have your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"look, baby, watch how well you're taking my cock. so perfect, 'n' all mine. look at that beautiful body of yours, taking me so well." miguel groans and kisses along the back of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"that's it, baby. 's what i see when i look at you." he says. he brings his free hand up to rest against your cheek, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. "see how beautiful you look? see how sexy you are? fuck, i can't even put it into words, honey. you're perfect. every single thing about you."

your eyes start to roll into the back of your head again and miguel's hand moves back down to your pussy. "keep your eyes on me, understand? 'm not letting you cum 'till you do." he grunts and slows his thrusts, not wanting this to end just yet.

"please, miguel, i need—"

"i know what you need, baby. i know this body." he whispers and strokes his thumb across your cheek. "just a little longer, honey. you're doing so good." he praises. you do as he says, keeping your eyes on the both of you in the mirror.

you feel yourself starting to cry, and the tears are falling faster now. "that's it, baby." miguel encourages, his fingers starting to work faster against your clit. "there's that beautiful girl. see how stunning you look when you're taking my cock like the good girl you are?" he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, and the tenderness of the action has you breaking out into hushed sobs.

"fuck, miguel." you whine, his lips and his words and his hands making you feel like you're on cloud nine. "thank you, thank you s'much, love you— fuck! love you, love you, love you!" you cry, the feeling of his fingers and his cock driving you insane. you're so close, just one more push and you'd be gone.

"i know, honey. 'm right here. i love you too, you and this body. love every single part of it." he murmurs. his thrusts get harder and his fingers press impossibly deeper, the feeling pushing you over the edge.

"you can cum, honey girl, 'm right here." he says, his eyes fluttering closed as he feels you tighten around him.

you let yourself go, and the feeling of miguel's body surrounding yours and his words have you spiraling into a blissful orgasm. you cry out, slapping your hand over your mouth as your body twitches, and miguel moans lowly in your ear. "there you go, that's it, cariño." he coos. he pulls his hands away from your body and pulls your hips towards his, gripping the plush skin tightly.

he thrusts his hips harder into yours, chasing his own high. "so fucking good, honey, such a perfect body." he praises. he bites your neck and comes inside you, his cum filling your cunt as his hips still against yours. "perfect," he groans out. "all of it, perfect."

the two of you are breathing hard, the air around you feeling hot and humid. miguel's sweaty body is pressed against yours, his softening cock still inside you.

and when he kisses you again, helping you settle on the bench of the dressing room while he assures the worried employee outside that everything's fine, you're left with a new mindset.

you don't mind the lingerie sets that much, they're really pretty and yeah! they do look good on you, real good.

when miguel makes a move to slip the underwear off your body and press his tongue inside you, whispering praises and warnings of silence into your body, you don't have a problem with them anymore.

not at all.

okay wow yeah this one was crazy, i rlly rlly hope u all enjoyed this one bcus i tried my very VERY hardest to do the body worship requests justice! im so sorry 4 leaving yall for practically months on end w RADIO SILENCE but i hope u all can forgive me w this teehee

can we give a quick shoutout to fat women real quick. Please

hi babe thanks so much for putting that headcanon of miguel liking thick/chubby women forward because oh my god, i didn’t think of it until then but it makes so much sense! it just works and clicks and i’m imagining it now and baby he’d be so obsessed with us fr

LITERALLY OBSSESSED no mariah carey (sorry). like the moment i saw atsv i knew he'd be a chubby chaser, you can't look like that and NOT be one yfm??

your latest miguel post changed my life. saved me, made me see the light, helped me achieve enlightenment—that post is my church, my saviour, my lord, my everything 🤝🤝🤝🤝 i am down on my knees, forehead to the floor, palms outstretched

thank u sm lovely <33 means a lot, my ass was up at such a horrible hour thirsting over this man 😭😭 so i'm glad u enjoyed it!

ooooh, how do you think miguel would react to chubby!reader getting a few more tattoos? i only have one myself but the reader gets a few more on her arm, and one on her lower back that says ‘lucky’ in a cursive font (i believe they’re called tramp stamps but i hate that name).

and when you show him you tease him a little, saying stuff like, “and i have another one but i would have to turn around to show you it”

oh he doesn't know what 2 do w himself. miguel is a grown man with grown man taste, tattoos or not he'll love you, but sum about tattoos make him go crazy in the head. he gets weak in the knees n he can barely speak!

'what do you think?' you swing around excitedly, proudly showing miguel your new tattoo. a huge grin was spread around your face as you calmed your twirling a bit so that miguel could clearly see the cute pattern of black stars painted around your shoulder.

miguel cracked a small smile and gently grabbed your arm to inspect the art better, minding the plastic wrap around your tattoo. it was a simple design, but very pretty. small patterns of different stars with swirls surrounding your arm. it suited you, he thinks.

you were his star girl.

he looked up from your tattoo and locked eyes with you. you looked down at him like he was the most beautiful man in the world. it looked like there were stars in your eyes, ironically. 'well?' you pressed, dragging the 'e' while you waited for his response.

his smile grew as he gently patted your arm. 'i like it, querida. it suits you'. he comments genuinely. you giggled and unconsciously adjusted the wrap on your arm. 'thank you!', you chirped, 'i'm glad you like it! you know, i think this was the least painful tat yet'.

'yeah?' miguel tilted his head at you. he gestured to your stomach with his hand, not necessarily touching you but he was close enough to do so. 'what about your stomach one? thought that didn't hurt you that much'. he remarked as you looked down at his hand.

you shook your head a bit while your brows furrowed, something miguel noticed you did when you heard something shocking or unbelievable. 'this one?' you asked him, lifting up your shirt to show him.

miguel sighed contently when he saw the tattoo on your tummy. it was placed perfectly, on the body parts miguel adored a bit too much. the tattoo started under your breast, trailed all the way down the rolls of your tummy, and stopped right onto the start of your stretch marks. beautiful, he thinks. absolutely breathtaking.

miguel cleared his throat, snapping out of his daze and nodding at your question. you laughed, letting your shirt go to cover your tattoo, much to miguel's dismay. 'no, baby, this one hurt a lot. remember? it took so long to heal'. you exhaled at the memory of the pain.

'never again, miguel. dunno why you let me do that'.

'me? cariño, you insisted on the design'. miguel laughed at your attempt-jab at him. you rolled your eyes. 'only cus you were unhelpful! you say yes to every design!' you chided.

miguel smiled like the dork he is and stood up from his place on your couch, wrapping his hands around your waist and looking down at you.

'that's because you're gorgeous no matter what, my love'. he cooed dreamily. you half-scoffed, trying to hide the way your smile crept up to your eyes. you shoved your hand on his cheek, pushing his face away gently as you looked away.

'you're so corny, o'hara'.

'but you love me so much, right?'

'yeah, yeah, whatever'.

miguel laughed at you as his hands slipped away from your waist. 'i'm sorry, querida'. he looked down into your eyes lovingly. 'so, which one hurt less before your little stars there?'

you hummed at miguel's question, thinking hard. you had quite a lot of tattoos, perks of being the nicest regular at the tattoo shop in your city. you weren't a stranger to the pain, so most of the time, getting tattoos didn't hurt for you. but if you had to choose...

'well', you started, putting your index finger on your chin. 'there is one i can think of. but i don't think i've ever shown you yet'. you thought out loud to miguel, confusing him.

he thought he's seen almost every part of you before. i mean, hello, he was the one who got to see you naked almost every night and day!

'which one is that? thought i had seen all of 'em'. miguel tried to subtly inspect all the open parts of your skin that weren't covered by clothes to see if he had missed a spot. you giggled at his eagerness.

'it's not an old one, honey. i just haven't gotten the chance to show you'. you spoke while you took a step back from him. miguel's brows furrowed while he sat back down on the couch.

'thought you only got one. what else did you get?'

you clicked your tongue and hummed playfully. 'i'll show you! but just wait, okay? i gotta turn around to show you'. you raised your brows playfully. miguel shrugged and leaned on the couch, waiting for you.

you took your sweet time turning around, miguel noticed. you hooked your fingers under the loops of your jeans and tugged them down just a bit. then, you turned around very slowly. like too slow. you were spider woman in this universe for god's sake, why were you turning so slow?

when you finally turned around and lifted your shirt up for miguel again, that's when he understood. he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when he laid his gaze upon your new tattoo.

this one wasn't wrapped in plastic the other one, giving him a full view of what it looked like on you. and god, did he love it.

it was another simple one. cursive words spelled out 'lucky' on your lower back. despite the simple design, miguel was in love.

it was placed so perfectly. right on the chub of your back. your lowrise jeans put the look together, your rolls peeking out from your jeans and your stretchmarks popping out so prettily.

miguel swallowed hard. he could hear the smile in your voice when you asked him what he thought but he couldn't answer. he just stared at your tattoo. one second passed, then two, then three.

until miguel stood up from his place on the couch and stood behind you. you gasped when you felt his chest against your back. you turned your head towards him. 'miguel―'

'can i touch it? please?' he asked you so nicely, it almost killed you when you muttered the words 'no' to his ear. miguel's eyes dropped, frowning. 'no?' he asks you again, and he sounds pained. he wanted nothing more than to get a feel of your new tattoo.

you smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pecked his cheek sympathetically. 'sorry, baby. two weeks is all you have to wait, kay? it needs to heal'. you informed him, patting him on the cheek before letting your arms fall to your sides.

miguel nodded at your words understandingly, though still dazed.

when the healing process was done, he promised himself to have the perfect view of your tattoos. preferably a view that involved your face down on your shared bed, back arched, pussy dripping on his cock, and your tattoo in all its healed glory.

ps if u look at the links you'll see my tattoo inspo for vegas next week WOOP WOOP

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