#florian muntean x plus size black reader

[natashacoco]

Good Intentions

Florian Munteanu x Plus Size Black Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, blood, medical/treating scrapes, mention of sex, some triggering of verbal abuse (fat shaming).

Prompts: Plus Size Reader are on their anniversary and reflect how they almost didn’t end up together. Reader has been hurt in the past and Florian tries his best to prove to her he’s not like the others.

Inspiration: Good Intentions by Rini

The sound of laughter fills the air as you and your boyfriend made your way to your private villa that he had rented for your anniversary, both of you drunk on wine and chocolate from your dinner. You were dressed in your favorite little black dress and heels and Flo was dressed in a white shirt and blue jacket and matching pants. He had purposefully left a few buttons undone and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring how gorgeous he looked tonight.

“I have another surprise for you Iubirea mea” Flo whispers in your ear, a mischievous glint in his eye, his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as he leads you through the door.

“Is that so?” You asked, raising an arched eyebrow in his direction.

“Yes prinţesă, and I know that the both of us will enjoy this” Flo answers as he rounds the two of you to the balcony. You gasp as you see that the once empty tub and canopy overlay overlooking the ocean is filled with your favorite flowers, candlelight dancing off the surrounding areas against the setting sun.

“Oh my god Flo, it’s beautiful” you whisper in shock. Flo moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

“I’m glad that I can still surprise you prinţesă” he laughs, swaying the both of you gently. “Let’s get undressed and get in, the water should be perfect” he urges, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bathroom.

Once there, grabs a makeup wipe from your makeup bag on the counter and begins to gently wipe off your makeup. Once he’s satisfied that it’s all off, Flo kneels before you, grabbing the back of one of your knees to remove your heel and then repeats it on the other side. His hands travel up the outside of your legs until he reaches under your dress and pulls your panties down slowly, torturously and tosses them aside just like your heels. His green eyes appear darker darker as you stare into them as he straightens up, his large body vibrating with sexual energy. “Have I ever told you how much I love you in this dress?” He asks as you turn around, sweeping your braids to the side and helping you to pin them up. He pulls down the zipper of your dress, kissing the back of your neck as your dress pools around your feet.

You look at the reflection of you and Flo in the mirror and avert your gaze, not fully satisfied with what you see. It was always something, an unexpected breakout, be it your weight, your hair when NOTHING you did seemed to work, how that cute outfit you tried on in the store suddenly didn’t look like it at home, the days that you didn’t love your body the way that you should.

“Y/N look at me” Flo commands, stepping closer to you, lightly brushing his knuckles on your arms. You turn around slowly, wrapping your arms around your body.

“No dragă, don’t ever cover yourself when you’re with me, you’re beautiful” he says, moving your arms aside and unabashedly looking at your unclothed body. When you try to object, Flo places a finger under your chin and brings your eyes to his. “Dragă, do you really believe that I feel any differently about your body than you do mine? I kiss and caress your body day and night, I try and keep myself buried inside your body as much as I can, practically chaining you to my bed, and you still have doubts that I don’t love your body?” he questions, “If I didn’t feel the way I do about you, do you really think either one of us would have allowed us to be here now Y/N?” He asks, bringing your hand to his growing erection.

Your face grows warm, his words empowering you and coaxing you out of your previous mood as you shake your head in agreement as you run your other hand under his shirt. As long as you’ve known Florian, he always knew what to say to help boost your confidence, even the days when you were already at an all time high. Like he did to you, you remove your hands and begin to undress Flo with the same care he did for you. When the both of you are naked, both hands framing your face as he bends his head and captures your mouth with his, further cementing what he said earlier. He takes your smaller hand in his and leads you to the bath, getting in first, his large body sprawled out in the tub as you climb in after his, settling in between his legs.

You rest your head on Flo’s broadened shoulder, sighing in content at the combo of the water and laying in his embrace. You look out into the distance, the sun beginning to set, hues of pink, orange, red, blue and purple painting the sky.

“About what you said earlier, you know that this relationship is just as much of a shock to me as it is to you” you say, nuzzling even more in his embrace.

“I know Y/N, I know” he replies, drawing lazy circles on your back. “The both of us haven’t had the best of luck in our past relationships and both of us weary of ruining something that we both hold really dear. Dolph told me to be cautious of who I let in my life, but I’m glad that you’re in it.”

You nod your head in agreement, remembering how the two of you met.

You had been invited to a house party by your friend Jackie whom you were visiting. The next day the two of you would be road tripping it to your hometown in time for your 10-year high school reunion, just like your favorite movie Romy and Michele's High School Reunion. Jackie was dressed stunning as always and heads turned as soon as you two walked through the door. Scanning the room, Jackie located one of her local friends who had been invited by a friend of a friend. The house was located in the exclusive Hollywood Hills and at 11 PM, the party was in full swing with some of Hollywood’s most glamorous. Being the big girl amongst the other women in the room made you look down at your simple yet stylish little black dress and curse yourself for thinking the dress would’ve been enough. At least your heels had given you a bit of confidence, not that your stiff drink you were already planning on getting wouldn’t hinder it.

After introductions, you and Jackie made your way to the open bar located outside to get drinks with promises to return. After placing your order, you casually scan your eyes around the beautiful garden scenery. An animalistic feeling like you were being watched, you had slowly turned around to a group of men laughing and even some outright giggling at something one of them had said, you too far away to catch what was said. It was hard to miss him, a giant among the men was staring at you, so much so that you immediately felt uncomfortable.

Grabbing your drinks, you and Jackie had made your way back inside. A little while later, a group of men, all attractive in their own way, walked up to your friend and the other women and immediately began a conversation with them. Being more of the outsider, you stayed a little to the side. When a topic came up you had tried to join the conversation but your efforts were rebutted as one of the men looked in your direction and gave you a once over. Heat flushed your cheeks as you realized what he was doing, and it only cemented as he turned his frame slightly so that you were further out of the circle.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t you dare cry Y/N you repeated to yourself as you quickly finished off your drink. This situation happened more times than you’d like to remember, a man ignoring you as he chatted up some of your thinner friends. Playgrounds, school dances, even the shopping trips usually ended with you being ignored as your friends were being hit on and flirted with. In some rare occasions, the guys would even tell you that they had a friend who would be interested in you, only for said friend to say another would be more interested. You were told that you were pretty for a “Big Girl” like it was supposed to make you feel any different about how you were being treated. Time and time again your confidence was shaken as you came to realize what they were doing.

As you grew older you gained your confidence back, that once insecure girl slowly being shown they were worthy of love too. That didn’t mean that there weren’t those occasional times when you didn’t feel the pangs of hurt like you were feeling then. Empty glass in hand, you tried to get Jackie’s attention from one of the men to let her know you were getting another round, when she failed to notice your movements, you made it outside when you took a sharp turn and a tray of glasses being held by the wait staff fell on your legs, glasses breaking. People rushed over to you asking if you were okay when the large man you noticed earlier stood in front of you. After pushing hands away and telling the crowd you were alright you tried to subtly get yo without cutting yourself.

“You okay?” He had asked, his somewhat thick accent accompanied with a concerned look on his face.

You were shocked, noticing a twinge of pain at your knee and favorite pair of tights ripped as well as the behemoth that was crouched in front of you, his eyes saying so much even though he hadn’t said much.

“Uh, yeah...I think so...it’s just a scrape” you had answered, not sure how to respond.

“It’s my fault, I suddenly stopped and wasn’t expecting anybody behind me,” he explained, grabbing both hands and pulling you upright, your short stature evident against his tallness, even in your heels. “I didn’t see that the waiter had to swerve in order not to hit me but got you instead.''

“Trust me, it happens more times to me than you think, I’m really clumsy and uncoordinated.” You said, a sharp pain shooting up your knee as you took a step.

“Let me at least get you something to help bandage you up, I feel really guilty” he replied, pointing out that your knee was still bleeding. Before you could protest, he grabbed one of your hands and led you inside the party and up the stairs, you limping as you tried to keep up with him and trying to get your eyes on Jackie. He walked straight to the master bedroom and once inside he motioned for you to continue to the bathroom. Reaching inside the medicine cabinet, he grabbed a first aid kit and walked over to you.

After introductions, you’d learned that Flo was in town with some friends from Germany because of a new movie project but couldn’t say much due to contracts. It was one of the many interesting things you learned about him as he opened up the kit.

“You might want to sit, this might sting and I’d hate for you to fall over again because of me” he suggested, a boyish grin on his face as he crouched down to your eye level.  

You realized that your tights were pretty much a goner, and after asking him to look away and making sure the coast was clear, you carefully took off your tights and threw them away in a nearby bin. Sitting down on the edge of the toilet, you carefully gave him your leg, his cologne invading your senses. His large hands warmed your skin everywhere they touched, carefully bringing your leg closer for him to inspect. You tried to get your breathing under control as his skin touched yours. After looking you over he told you that it looked like a minor scrape and no stitches were needed nor a trip to the hospital.

As he wiped around your wound, spraying antibacterial spray that earned a hiss from you and practically yanked your leg away, his hands thrown up in worry. Once the pain subsided, he carefully placed your favorite color band aid from the selection delicately on the large scrape. After what feels like a few minutes and a thousand heartbeats later, he again helps you up and steadies you as you sway on your feet.

“Thanks for the help, I should get going” you tell him, trying not to let his nearness get to you.

“Let me buy you dinner, it’s the least I could do” he objects, clearly taken aback at you wanting to leave.

“That’s not necessary, I really need to get going.” You say, already walking towards the direction of the bedroom. He caught up to you easily, staying by your side and as you made your way down the stairs.

“You didn’t even want to be my friend in the first place” Florian says, reaching out to touch the scar on your knee from your first meeting.

“Bullshit” you counter, “I was just in a little bit of pain. Besides, you didn’t have to buy me food just because your brick wall of a self caused that tray to fall.”

“Sure you were Y/N, nothing to do with the fact that you were running away from me” he said matter of factly.

“First off, a bitch does not run, she power walks gracefully. Two, if I remember right I was barely even doing that thanks to whom?” Eyebrows raised in question as your head turned up to him.

“You got me there Iubirea mea, and you can’t tell me any differently. You were scared that I was only in it to get at your friends” he replied.

You had made it back to the group when Jackie saw you, you tried not to wince at how sore your knee was. Pulling you to the side, she apologized as you recounted the incident, introducing and thanking Flo for his help. Turning back to the group, your friend laughed at a joke that had just been shared.

“How do you know Jackie?” Flo had asked. Your heart felt like it had stopped as you looked up at him, this question asked countless times as men braced themselves to interrogate you with questions before hitting on your friends.

“We’ve known each other since we were 16. We met at a youth conference in Washington D.C., we were roommates. By some insane cosmic blessing, my moms job was transferred to her state and we ended up going to the same high school” you told him. Never once during your story did his eyes leave yours, his attention never once wavering from yours. You were a little taken aback, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or how he seemed to be invested in everything you said. You were so used to others looking at your friends as they formulated their next Mack daddy move with their new info on how to proceed next.

Throughout the rest of the night, Flo never left your side as he asked question after question about you and your life, laughing as you told him your intended road trip for your high school reunion, laughing that unfortunately you weren’t the inventor of Post-Its and didn’t have the dance moves like Romy and Michele. He told you about life back in Munich, his parents and Romanian roots and his two “brothers” Sandro and Masias who were with him tonight at the party.

Jackie came up to the two of you, letting you know that the two of you had to leave, both of you needing to get on the road early to make it to the reunion on time. Saying your goodbyes, you turned to leave before Flo stopped you.

“Hey, Y/N, can I…” he began, and you knew that this moment would come eventually, your practiced smile on your face as you turned back towards him, coming to the conclusion that if he was indeed into your friend you’d have to let her decide on what she wanted to do. His cheeks were a little red as one hand reached up to stroke his growing beard tentatively. “Is it okay if I can have your number? I really enjoyed talking to you and I’d love to continue, if that’s okay?” He had asked.

You had to stop yourself from giving him your bewildered bitch stare that you were known for when something you weren’t expecting came up.

“Why?” You croaked out, feeling like a toad had crawled in your throat. Although a bigger woman, you had dated here and there through the years, some of them only in the early texting and talking stages, and some whom you considered friends. For those who had made it to the dating stage, none of them really made you feel like a queen you knew yourself to be and be treated. Of course there was the one relationship, the one that made you insecure in some ways when you least suspected it. Nitpicking yourself, not wanting to look at yourself in the mirror because of what was reflected back, wearing your comfy “ugly” clothes because they were your armor. Crying yourself to sleep when heated words were thrown around, intentional or not.

“Because you’re one of the only people here that I’ve met that I actually want to talk to besides my brothers. In my line of work, it can be hard to know what people’s intentions are, if they want to use you because of who you are, what you are, what you can do for them, or who knows what” he answered, his head dipped down and eyes looking back and forth.

In that moment, Jackie brought you your coat and mentioned that the car was ready. You turned to Flo and rattled off your number and practically sprinted off out the door in the hopes that he wouldn’t actually text you.

A few days later you had gotten a text from him asking about the reunion. Of course, your inner anxiety won out, the little voice in your head telling you that it wasn’t a good idea, that it was nothing but a joke, insecurity after insecurity infiltrating your mind and causing it to fester. He kept texting you, asking if he had done something wrong until he called you but you let it go to voicemail. After listening to his message you decided that he wasn’t going to give up. You called him a little while later and hoped the phone would go to voicemail, but it didn’t, you stammering as you rambled off why you hadn’t messaged him back and that it would be better off if you didn’t communicate before hanging up. He had called, texted and FaceTimed countless times, each one met with a denial.

When you didn’t respond, Florian yet again attempted FaceTime you and in your attempt to end the call you accidentally accepted it. He had demanded to know why you were ghosting him, you hugging yourself as you try not to let tears roll down your face in explanation. Although thousands of miles apart, even then Flo was supportive in being there for you. From that moment on, the two of you would talk constantly, anything and everything spoken during late night calls that ended in early mornings.

“You have to see where I was coming from Flo, from past experiences and such, it was hard for me to think that you wanted to be my friend”. You snap back in defense.

“Dragă, I get it, like I told you the night we met, I wanted to keep getting to know you, even after how long we’ve known one another, from friends to lovers, I still want to keep getting to know you. I want you to feel safe opening up to me, to feel like you can tell me anything on your time when you’re ready. I've never wanted anything more than to make you feel respected, loved and cherished. I’ve always had the best intentions when it comes to us, always.” He says.

He cups one of his hands and dips it into the water, bringing it up and letting the water slide down your back. He repeats the motion, blowing a cool stream of air on your skin. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you look up at him, cheeks flushed from the water and the contrast of the cold air.

You move to straddle his hips, water sloshing as you adjust to the new position. You grab his cheeks with both of your hands, gently running your thumbs across them as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Thank you for that Flo, for being there when I needed you, and for so, so much more that I can’t even begin to convey into words right now” you say, shutting your eyes as emotions swept through you.

“Hey, Y/N, don’t turn away. I know exactly what you mean Iubirea mea, if words can’t express how much, let me show you” he states, motioning for you to stand up. When the two of you are out of the tub, you yelp as he picks you up unexpectedly, your arms wrapping around his neck. He leads you to the bedroom, placing you in the middle, his body atop you as he spends the next several hours worshiping yours with his, imprinting and leaving no doubt in your mind how much he loves you, mind, body, heart and soul.

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