Her Three Submissives (18+)

Insecurities and....Parents?

Silas' POV:

I looked contently at Evan's sleeping form. He had gone in sub space, and he looked too peaceful. Glad we were able to give him so much pleasure.

Me and Mig picked him up, taking him to the bath which Cas had already prepared for him. I placed him in Cassandra's lap, climbing in myself.

"I don't know how I got this lucky" Cas said, looking at Evan. She then shifted her gaze to me and Mig. "So very lucky" she said, making me blush.

I scanned Evan. He looked so beautiful even while sleeping. Even though younger than us, Evan has the best body among me, him and Mig.

His toned abs, cute freckles over his nose, kissable pink lips, the most breathtaking smile ever, and of course, that lovely cock of his.

Believe it or not, I do get envious of his gorgeous body sometimes. It makes me very angry when he speaks lowly of himself. He's perfect!

Once Cas was done cleaning him, we carried a very tired and grumpy Evan back to bed. Cas wanted to sleep with him, so me and Mig headed out.

I went back to my room, sighing as I sat on my bed. I laid down, staring at the ceiling. For some reason, I felt very insecure about myself.

I recalled Evander's body; model type and absolutely perfect. Then there was me. A person who had ice cream every chance he got.

I unconsciously ran a hand over my stomach, wondering if I needed to go on a diet. Maybe I did.

I could ask Evan for help. There must be some way he maintains that body of his. I should ask him.

I'm not jealous of him or anything. In fact, I'm proud of him for always keeping his body in check. I'm just... not happy with how I look.

What if Cas leaves me because I've gained too much weight and don't look as attractive as before?

"Why are you crying?" Miguel asked, sitting beside me. Only then did I feel the tears on my face. I sat up, wiping my eyes.

"Nothing" I mumbled, looking down at my stomach. It's grown. Miguel placed his fingers under my chin, making me look up at him.

Who thought that two childhood best friends would one day turn into boyfriends? I didn't.

"I've known you since we were 4 Sil. What is it?" he asked. I sighed. "Do you think I've gained weight?" I asked. Mig stiffened.

I have. He's embarrassed to tell me.

"Why do you ask?" he asked. I shrugged, feeling tears burn my eyes. "Silas" Mig sighed, pulling me on his lap.

"Yes you have. But so have I. How does it matter?" he asked. "But you don't look fat" I mumbled, my eyes going down to his flat stomach.

Unlike him, mine had a little bump on it.

Miguel grabbed my jaw roughly, making me look into his stern eyes. "Are you talking bad about yourself?" he questioned.

I shook my head. "Then what do you mean by I don't look fat? Who else are you referring to huh?" he asked. I looked away.

"You're perfect baby. Why do you think less of yourself?" he asked, going back to soft mode. I buried my face in his neck.

"I don't know. I don't like how I look" I said. "What triggered it?" Mig asked. I don't know if I should tell him.

"Silas" he called, waiting for an answer. What do I say to him? Oh nothing. Just some guy at work who said I looked like his one month pregnant wife.