Nathaniel Clarke was supposed to be a big strong ice hockey athlete that everyone knows him as. The way he glided around on the ice since the young age of 3 with his championship winning coach and father had raised everyone's expectations of him tremendously, to which he never failed to reach above and beyond.

"C'mon 10 more minutes, you're so soft..."

Nathaniel whined out but grinned when trailed off with the last part, knowing you didn't like him mentioning your extra chub. But he loved it anyways. His hands smoothly reached under your shirt, taking a hold of your pudge and squeezing it as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent like an obsessed puppy.

No matter how serious he was on the rink, and no matter how many people called him out on his intimidating ass expressions during competition, he was always the same with you. A clingy, adorable ( and slightly grumpy when you don't let him touch you ) boyfriend.