Request: “Hey! I’m so sorry for the late response. I don’t currently have any Ambrose ones on my list. Do you have a request?” No problem (sorry for my own late response! LOL!) I’ve been interested in smutty body worship fics lately so how about a female self-conscious,maybe a little chubby reader who is down on her body one where Dean shows her how much he loves her and her body with details maybe and wants to be with her and smut happens? I think a lot of us can relate to having body issues!

Y/N and Dean arrived to their hotel room after attending the WWE Hall of Fame. They hadn’t been dating long so this was their first official debut as a couple and her first time meeting most of his co-workers.

She hadn’t been much of a wrestling fan. In fact, she had no idea who Dean when they ran into each other at an old Dive bar a few months ago, but after seeing the type of women he was around all the time put her self confidence at an all time low.

Every woman she encountered was all muscle. She could’ve sworn there was maybe 20 pounds of fat between them all. Y/N wouldn’t consider herself obese but she definitely had more meat on her bones than any of them. How could she possibly compare?

While Dean looked at his email to check his itinerary for Wrestlemania, she stepped into the bathroom, cleaning off her makeup and slipping off her dress to get a good look at herself. She’d been hard on herself before, but she was no disgusted by the body she always considered average at best. Her thighs touched. Her stomach had a soft pouch. Her arms weren’t nearly as toned. Her body was curvy on her best days. Aside from Nia who was just as beautiful in person, there wasn’t anyone over a size 2 in the entire company. Even his ex, Renee was in the best shape of her life.

“Fuck me.” She mumbled under her breath, turning sideways to look at her stomach in the mirror, trying to suck it in by holding her breath before letting it out and pinching it with her hands.

“Babe?” Dean knocked on the door. “You okay?”

“Be right out.” She called out, throwing on the white hotel robe before exiting back into the room.

Dean cocked a brow, watching as she walked past him to slip under the covers, still fully robed.

“What’s going on?” He asked, walking towards the bed.

What the fuck could’ve possibly happened from the time they got in to now?

“Nothing.” She sighed out, turning her back towards him and curling into herself.

“Babe, what the hell’s going on? You mad at me or something? Why are you even covering up like that?”

Y/N wasn’t the type to hide. Whenever the two of them were together they were always in their underwear. Most of the time she’d skip out on a bra all together.

“It’s nothing. Goodnight.” She said shortly, reaching to turn off the light.

Dean threw his hands up in the air, blaming it on whatever hormones girls had before taking off his suit and sliding under the covers with her.

He watched TV for a while not knowing how much space to give her but he knew she was still awake and something was clearly bothering her.

“Alright, fuck, it feels like we’re having some sort of cold war.” He grunted, sitting up in a huff causing Y/N to turn around confused. “What the hell did I do now?”

“You didn’t do anything.” She replied, sitting up beside him. “I just … I feel like shit.” She answered honestly.

“What? Why? Was it something you ate? I never get the seafood from these places.”

She half-smiled at his cluelessness, and shaking her head. “No.. like self conscious. I had no idea you worked around so many beautiful women. They’re all perfect and shit…”

Dean narrowed his eyes in confusion, pulling her closer to him. “That’s what all this is about? What’s that got to do with you?”

“I mean, I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I just can’t compete with something like that… You go to the gym religiously, it’s something you love and so do they. I just … i don’t feel like I’m what you want.”

“Woah.” He stopped her. “You think I’d want one of them over you? Fuck no.” He shook his head, lifting her up on his lap. “So what if they go to the gym, they’re still half plastic anyway. You’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen in my life. Don’t you ever think I’d choose one of them over you. Ever.”

“Come on!” She protested, straddling his lap as he pushed the robe down her shoulders. “Are you kidding me? They’re whatever guy fantasizes about. Just seeing them and then looking at me… i feel so disgusting.”

“First off, don’t ever talk about my girlfriend like that.” He replied, grabbing her chin to pull her closer for a kiss, “Second, none of them have anything compared to you.” He said, turning them around so he was on top of her, still resting between her legs.

She pouted and he kissed her again.

“I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.” He continued, moving his head down to her neck, brushing his lips down her soft skin to her breasts, cupping them between his hands, he popped one of his mouth, tonguing it with his teeth to get a moan from her.

“Not these.” He whispered, making his way down, pressing his lips her stomach, running his hands down her sides. “Not this…” He said, his eyes never leaving hers.

“No?” She asked, biting her lip as she enjoyed the feel of his tongue swirling against her skin.

“Nope.” He shook his head, lowering himself further, lifting her legs up over his shoulders. He kissed her thighs, biting the inside of them as he made his way down to her core. “Not these either.”

He lowered his head down to her pussy, his fingers squeezing her thighs as his tongue worked expertly between them.

“Fuck Dean.: She whispered, arching into him.

He pulled away grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over onto her stomach.

“Oh!” She laughed, not expecting it.

He pulled her up to her knees, her ass against him. “And definitely not this.” He smirked, lowering his head to bite into the skin.

She moaned again, turning her head to look back at him. “None of it?”

“Not one bit.” He replied, pushing down his boxers, stroking his dick as he took in the view. “You have no idea how much you fucking turn me on.”

“You gonna show me?” She asked, teasingly.

“You fuckin’ bet I am.” He replied, grabbing her hair to pull her back up against him, kissing her forcefully as he positioned his dick at her opening, sliding her down onto it slowly.

She moaned lowly as she took in his size. His hands ran up her body to her breasts, taking one in each hand and squeezing it hard. “Not a fucking thing.” He growled.

She smirked to herself as they moved against each other. He always had a way of making her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. The way he spoke about her body. The way he caressed it. The way he cared about it. The way he handled it. She’d never experienced anything like it.

“I wanna look at you.” He groaned, pulling out of her slowly.

She turned around, her body felt like it was on fire from his gaze as he got between her legs again, sliding himself inside of her. He lifted one of her legs over his hips, holding himself up on his elbow as he started to thrust inside of her, his eyes taking in every roll, every curve, every stretch mark but there was nothing but pure hunger in his eyes.

She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling as he worshiped her body. The tension soon began to rile up and she squeezed his shoulders.

“Cum for me.” He ordered and she moaned loud letting ecstasy roll over her in waves.

Her core tightened around him, milking his dick to the point where he couldn’t hold back anymore, cumming in unison as their moans filled the room.

“Fuck.” he growled, pulling out to lay beside her as they both caught their breath. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

“Hmm.” She teased, “I might need a few more to get it through my thick head.”

He laughed, pulling her into his side. “Whatever it takes babe.”

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