Can You Do (separate Scenarios Of Course

Can you do (separate scenarios of course <3)Bachira, Nagi, Chigiri, and whoever else you’d like to add in a scenario where their chubby and soft girlfriend tries her hardest not to be insecure about her body but the insecurity really sneaks up on her a lot? So like, when the bfs find out, not only do they comfort her, but they show her just how much they love and adore her body if you catch my drift <3 Thank you so much!!

ENDLESS ADORATION

ft. bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei

content warnings ─── body insecurities, self-loathing, body dysphoria, smut, mean barou, implied fingering, degradation.

notes. i'm so sorry it took so long nonnie. it wasn't deleted or anything but i hope you like it, nonnie. thank you for requesting!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ don't ever let them catch you being insecure about your body, they had plenty of ways to show you how much they adore your body and you.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“you could be so mean to me, baby.” he whispers. his hands roaming all over to the expanse of your soft body. his bright yellow eyes glowing more than ever at its reflection in the mirror.

he got you trapped from his grip. his arms snaking to your soft middle while his jaw rests on your shoulder. caught in the middle of you criticizing yourself and bachira wouldn't allow that. “how selfish.” he mutters. his teeth grazing at the shell of your ear and it sends the slightest of tremors throughout your body.

you can't help but to tear up a bit. “h—how am i selfish, megu?” you stammer. avoiding your reflection at the large mirror in front of you. you don't want to see yourself nor catch him staring at you with those round eyes of his. so full of life, enthusiasm. confidence. a thing that you will never attain.

“you're selfish for hating, keeping this body that is mine. who gave you that idea, hmm? it's not your place to judge this body that i dearly love and its owner.” he hums, chuckling that it reverberates to your skin and to your aching core. his palm gliding through your stomach lifting the pesky clothing to reveal the stomach that's far from being leaned nor toned. it is round, the excess fat protruding giving you the impression of a pouch but bachira could careless about it. his fingers sinking to the soft flesh, like paws of cat kneading and pressing the fleshiness of your skin.

“what if this cute stomach of yours is flat? i couldn't hold it. what i am going to do with my hands...” he mutters, pinching your stomach then his fingers glides through the skin of your thighs. “this thighs of yours, how is it going to crush me if this isn't that thick, warm me even. so selfish.” prying your thighs open and his hand settles to the mound between them. slender and nimble fingers brushing through your panties. rubbing your slit and a huge grin plastered in his face when the wetness of your fat pussy began to drench your panties.

“don't be mean to this body of mine, baby. perhaps i'll show you what i'm capable of to make those silly ideas forming in your head disappear.” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your round cheek.

“i hope you can take me cause i ain't stopping.” bachira's eyes glowing more than ever and you know what it means when he get this riled up. his grin wider and you braced yourself. you know it all too well and you accepted it.

those thoughts of yours wouldn't be visiting you anytime soon after bachira had fucked you into oblivion.

NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi isn't insecure.

the word is foreign to him and the feeling of it. he's lazy, unmotivated and such unwanted thoughts isn't welcome and worth worrying over. why would he bother with such thing when in the first he didn't care. that's what he thought until he met you.

his soft, chubby girlfriend who had been nothing but loving and supporting to him. nagi didn't quite the gist when he caught you staring at yourself in the mirror with a frown in your lips. he only looks at you briefly before going back to his console. paying it no mind since when did nagi felt of being insecure.

then it began to affect him and yours. mostly yours. when you began to push his affections.

“seishiro, not now please.” your voice coming in a low whisper. gently pushing your white haired boyfriend in his head. shifting into more of a comfortable position in your bed. nagi groans, lips curling into a frown. a rare occurrence of him. he doesn't get upset since he don't like giving things the benefit of his time when he can give it to something more important.

he doesn't stop though. his huge build hovering above yours before putting his whole weight to yours. “sei!” you scolded him but nagi didn't listen burying his face in to your neck. nuzzling like a cat, he's almost purring from it.

he shakes his head. interlocking his fingers with yours. placing it beside yours and you were left powerless against your boyfriend's overwhelming strength. his lips finding refuge in your neck, tongue moving to lick the soft spot of your neck.

this isn't nagi who would make an effort to go down in you. well, at times when he's feeling it. the need to show you how much he loves you.

“pretty.” he murmurs. his hand now holding your thigh even though his large palm engulfs the majority of your thigh it wasn't enough to cover how big it was. placing it beside his torso grind his bulge to your cunt. “i always need you, want you.” he says. pressing a sloppy, lazy kiss to your lips.

nagi isn't good at words but he's willing to try for his soft, chubby girlfriend. it would be troublesome if he can't get his girl out of those thoughts of hers.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

chigiri's blessed with his looks that every people that within his eyesight cranes their neck to marvel at his looks. it didn't matter that he was rather feminine than other girls and he gets teased a lot by the guys around him. he just take after his mother.

there's no time to feel inadequate at things let alone how he perceive himself. he couldn't remember when the last time he felt insecure or been really insecure about himself and then he fell in love with you or it is that how being in love is. he have you and he was contented at that and being with you. he has to fight the battles that dwells inside you and chigiri isn't good at it. comforting another human being even it is his significant other.

so he tries. sees your eyes brimming with tears whenever he calls you pretty and he's confused.

“i'm not chigiri! look at you, you're beautiful and i'm not, you're lying.” he was taken aback at your outburst at him but he is quick to wipe your tears away while he whispers the very words that comforts you.

his sweet, crybaby.

“so, i am but you will always be my pretty baby.” brushing the loose strands of his reddish pink hair to see you better. he kisses you desperately like you were the air to fill his lungs to breathe again and you both stared at each other. he smirks when he sees you're already in a daze. mind spinning and only you can think is him.

his nimble fingers working through the garment of your panties. toying with hem before pulling at it downward to show that pretty pussy he's deprived of.

so he pumps his finger full in in your sopping hole. watch as it drips with slick coating his fingers. hear that delicious squelch while he stretches you. his ego inflating the more he hears you moan, call his name in the same breathy way that got you begging from him. all your insecurities dissipating like bubbles from the way his fingers stretches you out. he could do this forever.

wait until he fucks you dumb. you will forget those stupid insecurities along with your name.

BAROU SHOEI

barou doesn't play nice nor comfort you with those silly, sweet words that one needs to hear when in a struggle of battling with themselves. he simply doesn't need to play nice and comfort you and what only to question it again.

his actions says otherwise. he got you on all fours, your ass raised in a position you never knew you could. his hands gripping your round stomach so tight while he pounds you from the back. it is relentless. the groans and the moans mixing with one another while you hold tightly in his muscular arms his other hand cupping your jaw. forcing you to look in the mirror.

“you are nothing but my cocksleeve.” he says in between grunts. his red eyes glimmering, peering at his girlfriend who is currently sobbing, moaning like a broken record while tears streamed down at her round face. you whimper at what he just called you.

“you are. there's no denial in that. look at you, crying a baby and yet your pussy squeezing me like a whore.” the words stung and he spoke it the way he means it and barou isn't known to lie. his tongue made of barbed wires that is meant to hurt, talk about how awful everyone and you believed it that you are his own for him to use. your cries a little louder and thick droplets of your tears falling from your eyes.

it's funny how his words hurt you and it works like magic forgetting your earlier dilemma of hating yourself, of hating the body you live with.

you let him. bruise your body with his thrusts, with his touch. if this is the only way to forget everything so be it.

and so he did. he breathes in your cheek. growling at the way your cunt clenches tightly around him. you did feel so good to him. he cups your jaw harder, squishing it with much strength that you can't speak. your body reeling in sensitivity that you failed to notice how he pays attention to your soft bits. particularly to the parts where it leaves you frowning and he loves every part of you.

that's why he gives them the love, the care that you will never bother to give but available to scrutinize and he's filling out that so one day, you'll stop looking at them that they've wronged you and barou isn't the one to get mushy. he is still the hotheaded, competitive, bulky man that would not admit he loves you but his actions tells another story.

with the tight squeeze of your cunt around him, he finally reaches his high. yours and his orgasm hurling at you both that he can't help but to bite your shoulder and you — only a broken moan that music to his ears.

if this is the only way to shut you up and comfort, he'll do it over and over again until you can't speak no more and your eyes are brimmed with tears.

if it helps, i'll always be labelled as the "loud obnoxious chubby girl" so... you can't win being a bigger girl. it's the worst. /:

thank you, nonnie. it feels like it's never enough when you're big cause everyone will associate you with your attribute with your fatness. i hope they should stop that.

anyways, hope you're doing well there, nonnie. we need to stick together.

HELALAAAUURUR !!! I hope you're ok<33 💋💋 always remember to take a rest when you feel tired, and don't be too harsh on yourself ＼(^_^)／

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HIIIII!!!!! 🍡, nonnie. Thank you for that and I will and you toooooo.

will be always labeled as “the chubby girl who is quiet” nah, it doesn't hurt but i wish i was chatty and isn't awkward with others.

nanami isn't rough with you despite disobeying him. his number one rule for you to never go outside without him as if the cuffs in your ankles doesn't work. it sends waves of electric shock into your body whenever you stepped your foot outside from the confines of his home and despite that you still push your luck of escaping him and you almost did. the restraints malfunctioned and you think you're finally free from his grasps but no that's why he's latch into you while he ruts deeply inside you — down in the cold floor of your "home" with him. his tie hanging around his neck, belts unbuckled and his slacks pooling in his knees. his large hand holding your thicker wrists above your head.

“what is my number one rule, baby?” he asks but he didn't gave you a chance to answer. his lips locking into yours and forcing your mouth to open and when he did — shoves his tongue. exploring it with such need and want. the sensation of his tongue gliding through the roof of your mouth and twisting it with yours. wet and sloppy. your saliva spilling in the corner of your mouth.

he wasn't angry at you. he was disappointed at himself for underestimating you that you wouldn't escape him. fully believing that you were truly dependent to him. good thing he doesn't have to do overtime or else he would lose you for good.

nanami always made sure to prep you before engaging with any sexual activities to you but this time he didn't. although it pains his heart to hear you whimper and seeing your round face twist in discomfort while he sheathed himself inside you. he makes up for it for being gentle with his actions despite you breaking his number one rule.

his other hand holding your plush waist while he rocks his hips back and forth. his cock rubbing all over your sweet spots that leaves your clenching around his lenght. nanami is so sweet to you though. sucking on your nipples like a baby, his tongue swirling and occasionally bites the hardened bud.

“don't do that again, darling. there will be no next time with me being this gentle with you if you ever break that rule again. don't make me hate myself for hurting you.” he coos at you between thrusts. “understand?” he continues but he doesn't get any response from you. he knew you hated him more than anything else and he's trying hard for you to warm up to him and it hurts him when you gazes at him through the tears pooling in your doe eyes. your lips tucked behind your teeth to suppress the moans that were threatening to spill from your mouth.

nanami frowns at you. the hard lines on his face getting deeper. “don't be mad at me, sweetheart. i'm just doing my responsibility in protecting you. the outside world is dangerous for you.” he reasons and at this point realizing it's pointless for him to explain it to you. nanami sighs. his gaze is soft and he can't help but to groan as you clench around him.

if his words won't reach you, his actions would and that's what he did. the movement of his hips and his cock brushing to your soaking hole would convey how much he wants you, the desire to protect and show you he could provide for you — that you would be contented to be with him and he is.

his hands finding comfort to the plushness of your waist. his fingers sinking as he grips it to pound deeply into you. brown eyes staring at you. quite annoyed at you for covering your mouth but he knows the effect he have in you. he can still hear the little whines and moans coming from you and that's enough for now. there will be always a another day that you wouldn't be so stubborn to him and that comforts him — a bit.

when you have cummed, that was the cue for him to spill his seed deep inside you. groaning at the sweet release and his muscles relaxing and he can feel the stress leaving from his body.

he pulls out from you, watching as his cum leaks from your dripping hole. creating a mess in the cold, wooden floor. he grabs your ankles. unlocking the cuffs and his hands rubbing the sore spot from them. he hated those cuffs but for your safety — he would endure it with the assurance that you can't never leave him. raising your legs. he softly presses a chaste kiss to them.

“you did good for me, darling.” that's a lie. you weren't and you expected that there would be more sessions of this “lovemaking” he calls and you were right. scooping you up from the floor and he walks to the direction of your bedroom.

cradled in his arms like you were a newborn and you hated every bit of it but for nanami — it is just one of the many things you deserves.

doesn't matter if you hate him or not — as long you're by his side — forever.

I feel so empty rn.