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hi there, so this is my first time requesting anything from you but i just wanted to say i loved the paint me series, it was fantastic and i cried a lot but my idea was for benedict about how him and a plus sized reader are engaged and she goes to the seamtress to be fitted for her wedding dress and some of the seasons other debutante are there and whisper like why would anyone marry her and things... benedict hears about it from eloise who tagged along cause her and reader just get along fantastically and on their wedding night.. he worships reader, like this boy would be so loving, if you could, i would love it

Oh my gosh, thank you so much, lovely! And yes, of course! I love anything having to do with a plus sized reader!

Benedict Bridgerton x plus size!fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) fatphobia, reader receives a hickey, oral (f receiving) nipple play (f receiving)

"How about this?" Madame Delacroix asked as she stood behind you, pinning it at the sides with intention of taking it in. You loved the way it looked.

You were getting fitted for your wedding dress, knowing that it would have been best to have something made for your instead of purchasing one that was already done since it was difficult to find anything that fit right.

Your engagement to Benedict wasn't surprising to anyone considering the fact that it had been a long time coming. You and Benedict had been friends for a long time, slowly becoming lovers as you got older. The transition was so seamless, the two of you seeming like an old married couple.

If he was being honest, Benedict had been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you. It was as if he was a sailor and you were a siren, drawn to your beauty as he stared at you from across the room. He asked you to dance and that was it. You were inseparable from that moment and now he was going to marry you.

"You look amazing," Eloise told you, a smile on her face. The two of you had been attached at the hip since you and Benedict had begun courting and she could not have been more excited to have you as a sister.

"Promise?" You asked, still unsure. You had started to feel more confident in your body as you got older, but standing there where anyone could see you if they passed by the store suddenly made you feel self conscious.

"I promise," she nodded.

"Benedict is going to love it too," Madame Delacroix spoke up as she stepped back to admire her work. You knew he would, but you suddenly had a sinking feeling when you saw some other debutants giggling as you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring what you saw.

You knew that deep down, they were only laughing at you because they were jealous of your relationship with Benedict. He had been a hot commodity for years and you had scooped him up. You remembered how rude different women had been to you when your engagement had been announced by Lady Whistledown, the amount of rude comments that had been thrown your way. And they were always when Benedict wasn't around because they didn't want him to see them behaving so nastily towards his bride, knowing that he would have shut it down immediately.

You turned your head and saw Eloise out of the corner of your eye. She made her way over to the women and whispered something to them in a hushed tone before they all scattered, exiting the shop and hurrying down the street, leaving the three of you alone again.

"Don't listen to them," Madame Delacroix told you as she rested a hand on your shoulder, smiling at you through the mirror.

"I second that," Eloise nodded, taking your hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. "They're just jealous that you have Benedict and they don't." You knew that they were telling the truth and not just trying to make you feel better, but now you were suddenly feeling ill, bile climbing up your throat as you thought about how Benedict would have reacted to the whole situation.

You knew that he would have taken you into his arms and reassured you that he loved you, telling you that he had proposed to you for a reason, but you couldn't help but imagine him laughing at you. That he didn't love you at all and that he was just giving you pity.

"I think I need to leave," you said under your breath but the two women had heard you perfectly, both trying their best to help you out of the dress as quickly as possible. You were feeling claustrophobic, like the walls were caving in and like the corset you were wearing was becoming tighter by the second.

You were also starting to become dizzy as you got back into your other dress, the women's laughs echoing in your head, taunting you. Your breathing became labored as you collapsed to the floor, trying to catch it. But all that came out were sobs. Eloise and Madame Delacroix were quick to comfort you, Madame Delacroix holding out handkerchief and Eloise rubbing your back sympathetically.

"Thank you," you sniffed as you took the handkerchief and dabbed at your eyes.

"Of course, my lady."

"Let's get to the carriage," Eloise suggested as she helped you to your feet. You held onto her as she led you out of the shop and Madame Delacroix followed, seeing you both off before heading back into the shop to tend to some customers who had just walked in.

As soon as you both were enclosed in the carriage, Eloise moved to sit across from you, taking your hand once she was settled. She didn't think she was very good at comforting, but seeing you so upset broke her heart, so she was going to do whatever she could to make you feel better.

"Please don't tell Benedict," you pleaded and Eloise nodded. Even though she was very close to her second eldest brother, she felt like she owed it to you to keep your breakdown a secret. If you didn't want Benedict to know, then she wouldn't tell him.

"I won't," she replied. "It will be our secret."

The carriage pulled up to the Bridgerton home and Eloise ushered you inside, trying to hide you from your fiancé so he wouldn't see the tears streaming down your face. But the man had met you at the door, a wide smile on his face as he took in his bride, looking froward to knowing how the fitting went.

You quickly pushed past him and his sister followed, wanting to make sure that you were all settled and also needing time to come up with a lie to tell her brother. He just watched, furrowing his eyebrows as he followed the two of you up the stairs, but Eloise stopped him, wanting to keep him away from you just like she had promised.

"Y/n isn't feeling well," she told him, but immediately regretted it as she realized that would have only made him more concerned.

"Then I must go to her."

"No," she grabbed hold of his shoulders to prevent him from going any further.

"Why-"

"Let's talk in the study, hm?" She asked as she grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him in that direction. Benedict just followed, his heart racing as he looked back at you disappearing into his room and slamming the door. His heart ached as he realized how upset you must have been.

Once in the study, Eloise closed the door and forced him to sit next to her on the couch. She knew she was supposed to keep it a secret, but she just couldn't. She felt like he deserved to know the truth as it was much easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.

She took a deep breath and looked into her brother's eyes, seeing how worried he was for his future wife. And it broke her heart that she was going to break his even more. Benedict loved you more than he could comprehend and Eloise saw that. That was why she had become so protective of you despite you being older than her.

"There were some women making fun of y/n-"

As soon as the words left her mouth, he was out the door, making a beeline for his room. He didn't need to hear the rest, he just needed to be there to comfort you. To hold you and tell you that everything was going to be alright.

You were his number one priority always and he wanted to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He didn't care what it was. He just wanted to put the tears to rest. He hated seeing you so upset and just wanted to shrink you down and put you in his pocket so he could protect you from being hurt ever again.

Benedict hesitantly knocked on the door, wanting you to give him permission to enter even though it was his room. When he didn't hear anything after a few knocks, he took a deep breath, assuming that it was bad since you weren't responding.

"Darling, it's me. Can I come in?" When there was still no response, he slowly opened the door only to see that you were under the covers with them pulled all the way over your head. His heart broke even more as he took the whole scene in and he hesitant entered the room before closing the door gently behind him.

He then made his way across the room and placed himself next to you, not wanting to touch you to give your space, but moving just close enough to when you'd be able to hear him with the blanket over your head.

"Eloise told me what happened," he said. "And I'm here to listen if you want to talk."

You slowly lowered the blanket, looking him in the eyes and his stomach lurched as he took in the tears that stained your cheeks. He reached up and wiped the new ones that fell, holding your face gently in his hands as he did so.

"I don't want to talk about it," you told him and he nodded in understanding.

"And you don't have to. We can just sit here if you'd like. Or I can go if you want me to."

"You can stay," you said, reaching up to grab hold of his wrists. "I want you to hold me."

He wordlessly pulled you to his chest, seeing that you were already in your nightgown despite it still being the afternoon. He then pulled you to his chest, knowing that this was your favorite place to be: wrapped up in his arms. He wrapped them tightly around you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I love you," he said, the words falling from his lips so effortlessly, his heart filling up with the feeling that he didn't even know what to do with it. He loved you more than you'd ever know and wanted to remind you every chance he got.

"I love you too," you responded, looking up at him and he pressed his lips to yours in a brief, closed-mouthed kiss before pulling away. You just looked at him with an unamused face and he chuckled, going in for another one, giving you exactly what you wanted this time.

His lips slotted between yours, and your eyes fluttered closed as he took the lead as always, wanting to show you just how much he loved you just with his lips. He rolled onto his back and you knew exactly what he was doing as this exact thing had happened before.

He loved how you felt underneath his hands, your weight never even on his mind. He knew that was exactly why you were upset even though you hadn't said the words. That was always a problem and he knew exactly what people had said about you, even supposed "friends" and he was quick to cut ties with anyone who had a bad word to say about you and your weight or the way you looked. He didn't care how long he had known them or how good of a friend they were to him; he was going to no longer speak to anyone who dared to speak to or about his wife in that way.

"How about I show you how much I love you, hm?" He asked, his hands moving up your back. That intrigued you. The words always made your heart flutter, but seeing it physically made you see just how much love he had for you.

"Please," you begged and he was quick to press his lips to yours once again, this time letting his tongue swipe along the seam of your lips. You opened up and he slid it inside, lazily swirling it around yours, taking his time. He wanted to make you feel good and this time, you had nowhere to be so he was going to take however long he wanted to make his wife feel like the queen he knew she was.

You and Benedict had slept together more times than you could count, but this time was different, you knew it. He usually didn't have time to go slowly, pulling you aside when he had a free chance, pushing himself inside of you, and covering your mouth so no one could hear you moan. And as much as you liked the thrill of having to rush to avoid getting caught, there was something about this that was so sweet and special.

He pushed one of your sleeves off of your shoulder and pulled you closer to him, leaning down as he did so. He peppered your skin with kisses, featherlight, but still filled with as much passion as the ones he pressed to your lips.

Benedict then nightly nibbled at the spot, causing a gasp to leave your mouth and he just chuckled in response before diving back in. He then began to suck on the skin, wanting it to be in a spot that you could easily cover up, a secret just between the two of you.

You grabbed onto his arms as a moan escaped your mouth, feeling your legs turning into jelly. His sucking was becoming even more harsh, wanting the bruise to be prominent, a physical reminder or how much Benedict loved you.

"Oh," was all you were able to say and this time, Benedict didn't care how loud you were, not embarrassed now that he family knew that he was sleeping with you. With the way he had been behaving, they had to know that he was having sex with his fiancée, right?

His teeth grazed the skin and that seemed to completely undo you as you fully pressed yourself against him. Your next moan was even louder and he took that as an invitation to continue, grazing with his teeth one more time before diffusing the sting with his tongue.

Benedict then pulled away to admire his work, seeing the bruise already forming, shining with his spit. He then turned his gaze to you, seeing lust forming in your eyes already. He pressed another kiss to your lips as his skated down your sides, bunching up your gown in his hands as he slid them up your legs, grabbing onto your bare hip as he pulled you closer once more.

He backed you up until the backs of your legs hit the bed and continued the kiss, only breaking away to discard your nightgown. Now you were naked below him and he would never get over just how beautiful you were.

He reached out and let his fingers glide across your stretch marks on your arm, hating that such a small mark made you feel bad about yourself. You had told him as much multiple times and he intended on making you love them just as much as he did. If he was being honest, he loved seeing them on people. He thought it gave them character.

He pressed a kiss to the spot then moved to your other one before moving down to your collar bone, pressing a few kisses to the spot before looking up at you with his pretty green eyes.

“I’m going to fucking worship you,” he said, his eyes softening. This was going to be all about you and he was more than looking forward to loving on every single inch of your body.

“I think that’s a big task.” Benedict had a big ego so he was very confident in his ability to please a woman. He always knew what he was doing every time, knowing the right move to make. It was as if he was solving a puzzle, knowing exactly what pieces fit where.

“I don’t,” he shook his head, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “You’re going to know just how fucking beautiful I think you are when I’m done.”

He then moved back down to your collarbone, peppering it with kisses before moving down to your tit, pressing a kiss to each side before slowly licking across your nipple. You let out a loud gasp as your hands went to the back of his head, burying your fingers into his hair.

He gave the spot another lick before taking the whole thing into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across it before giving it a suck. Your fingers pressed into his scalp even further, wondering why he had never done this to you before.

“Oh-oh my god,” you whined, feeling your back arching already and Benedict took the opportunity to slide his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him than before to have more access to you. He continued to lick and suck on your nipple, his movements very similar to what he had done to your shoulder, but this he had never done before.

And you couldn't get enough. You were fully content with him doing that exact thing for hours, but you just knew that this was only the beginning. He had to have a lot more in store with the way he had spoken to you. He said he was going to worship you and you were sure that a lot came with that.

Your back arched even more as another moan fell from your lips and moved onto the other nipple, wanting to give it the same attention, but this time, he decided to test the waters, bringing your nipple between his teeth, biting down gently on it. That had done exactly what he had wanted as a scream came out of your mouth, his name on your tongue.

He gave it one more bite then pulled away, just to see your fucked out face. You were already tired, but you weren't going to give up just yet. You were looking forward to seeing just what he had in store as far as loving on you was concerned.

"You're perfect," Benedict said, pressing a soft kiss to the spot between your tits. "So fucking perfect." He whispered the last part then pulled away again to give you some time to breathe before he moved on to the next part of his worshipping.

Your cheeks burned from his compliment, still not completely used to the sweet words that would always fall from his lips. He said them all the time, but that didn't take away from how special they made you feel.

Once you had come down from your orgasm, Benedict moved lower your bottom half already exposed to him. He spread your legs wide and could see that you were already so wet, and he normally would have commented on it, but he didn't feel like it was appropriate to tease you.

"Gonna make you feel so good," he said. "Do you mind if I get a taste?"

"Not at all," you replied. Benedict knew that you loved to be eaten out so he fully intending to make this the main event, wanting to give you the best head of your life.

He took one of your legs and kissed all the way up then moved onto the other before throwing your legs over his shoulders. He then looked up at you for permission and when you nodded, he dove in, going straight for your clit. He took his time, flicking back and forth before he went in with his mouth, sucking lightly at it to warm you up and then when he could hear you whining, he sucked harder. Your hands went to his hair again, giving it tugs to tell him to continue and that mixed with your many sounds of pleasure were enough to encourage him to continue.

He licked and sucked, deciding that he could do it forever, loving the way you responded to him and also loving the way you tasted, never getting over it. He was pretty sure he loved eating you out more than you loved being on the receiving end of it.

Once he thought your clit had received enough attention, he moved to your slit, grabbing hold of your hips and pulling you to him to have more access to him. He flattened his tongue against the spot and licked slowly and clearly you enjoyed it considering the fact that your thighs tightened against his head.

“Benny, oh my god,” you whined, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and giving it another tug. His tongue moved back and forth, back and forth until he introduced his mouth, sucking every last bit of your slick that he could.

For the finale, he stuck his tongue inside of you, causing you to moan even louder, your hands moving to bed now, fisting the sheets. He swirled his tongue around, his finger digging into your hips and your ankles locked at the back of his neck as his tongue hit just the right spot, causing you to see stars, your vision going hazy. Your back arched for the final time as you reached yet another orgasm and Benedict swirled his tongue around once more before pulling away from you to let you come down.

He wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt then cleaned you up before cleaning house up. He then helped you put your nightgown back on before collapsing next to you on the bed.

“Believe me now?” He asked.

“I never doubted your love for me, Benny,” you chuckled. “But now it’s even more clear.”

“Good,” he replied, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it before letting your intertwined hands lay in between the two of you. “Because I do love you with everything that I am. See?” He raised your hand and brought yours to lay flat on his chest. “It only beats for you.”

You smiled at him then pulled him in for a kiss before snuggling into his chest, feeling nothing but comfort as you heard his heartbeat, the thump, thump, thumping lulling you to sleep.

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