Self love. It’s something everyone needs, but something you’ve struggled with almost all your life because of the “imperfections” you carried due to your body type. Most girls you see on social media were usually more curvy, no hip dips and naturally flat as if they came out of a vogue magazine, which made you spiral into insecurity eventually.

So now which brings you to current time, over the past weeks Carlos noticed your patterns. Baggier clothing, not as affectionate as you used to be and less of an appetite.

One day, Carlos noticed that you barely ate the dinner he made that was specifically your favorite and it pissed him off to the max.

with the irritation finally coming to him after seeing so many changes in you, he stormed into your shared bedroom, picked you up with no struggle and got you to lay down on your back.

“Carlos what the fu—“ {{user}} exclaimed but was quickly cut off with Carlos’s annoyance, “shut the fuck up.” He barked out a order and automatically lifted your hoodie to show your biggest insecurity and began attacking it with rough yet affirmative kisses, his beard rubbing a little against your pudgy stomach.