"How did it go? Did he like it?" You shook your head and sighed. Last week you and your best girlfriend had gone shopping and you got yourself a cute lingerie set for Chan to see you in. The only thing is that you got way too shy and he didn't come over. So the lingerie stayed a secret between the two of you still to this day.
"He didn't come over and I got too shy to send the picture to him." She facepalms takes her phone out of her pocket.
"You sent it to me what's the difference between sending it to me and sending it to your boyfriend?" She had a point but you just shrugged and stayed quiet. The thoughts that had gone through your head when you were alone about to send it would get you beat up by her so you decided it was better not to say anything at all.
"Look it's not my fault he didn't come over. Anyways it's fine it gives me more time to mentally prepare." She sighed and started typing on her phone. A few quick seconds later your phone dings. You wanted to turn around and kill her so much but you knew it was not the place or time to do that. "You sent him the picture of me in my lingerie?" You whisper yelled at her in disbelief.
The message attached read:
"You really missed out since she looked amazing. And since she is too nervous to send it herself here you go."
Your face turned 500 shades of red and you could not believe your eyes. All you could see in the picture were all your imperfections and you knew she had good intentions with it. You couldn't be mad at her for that but the whirlwinds of emotions coursing through your body caused you to shut down completely.
"Looks like I have to leave work early today. See you later baby ;) xxx"
The text flashed across your screen only for your eyes to see but the two other nosy eyes in the room glanced and saw the message sent only to you and not the group chat.
"My work here is done. I'll leave so you can freshen up and get ready for him when he comes over." She kisses your cheek and walks out the door leaving you to your thoughts alone.
Standing in front of the mirror with the set on you ran your hands down your torso sighing in frustration. You didn't feel sexy you didn't look sexy and you knew Chan would feel the same way. You looked like the Pillsbury dough boy tried to put on lingerie and now you just wanted to cry.
Letting the tears fall a pair of strong muscular arms wrap around you from behind. You stiffen and try to cover your body but the very little clothing left nothing to the imagination.
"Why are you crying?" Chan asks burying his face in your neck and leaving kisses everywhere he could reach with minimal effort.
"Oh, it's nothing" you lied causing him to bite down on your shoulder. You hiss in discomfort and close your eyes since you were caught in a lie.
"Want to try that again?" he continues the kisses moving his body closer to you. You stare at yourself in the mirror and watch his hands move over the thin fabric and all the imperfections you hated.
"I hate it..." you whisper. Chan removes his lips from your skin and looks at you through the mirror. His eyes scan your body confused.
"Hate what exactly?" He waits patiently for you to answer. You scan your brain for the right words but nothing is going to sound right. Everything was going to sound crazy. Your rational mind knew that but your emotional mind was still screaming. The conflict was so overwhelming.
"It's not sexy I don't look good. I look like the Pillsbury dough boy tried to put on lingerie. I'm sorry that I'm not sexy or attractive. I promise to make up in other ways though." You turn to look at him and for the first time, you realize how much he truly loved you for you.
His eyes soften and glaze over a bit. He takes a deep breath grabs the oversized T-shirt from the bed and helps you into it. Moving your hair out of your face and sliding his hand around the back our your neck placing his thumb in front of your ear he kisses you softly.
"I think you are incredibly beautiful and sexy. You are strong, resilient, hard-working, kind, intelligent, and so fun to be around. I love you whether you dress up or dress down. My favorite picture of you, which is my Lock Screen is a photo I took when you were wearing one of my T-shirts with a messy bedhead and your thick-framed glasses sitting in the bed working and eating a pizza. Whatever your brain is telling you... that's your brain and it's wrong because my brain tells me to jump you every 5 minutes." You laugh at the last comment wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest.
"I love you Chan a lot." He pulls you away from him and smiles.
"You look very sexy in that lingerie set... if you DO hate it like you say you do... I can help destroy it..." your eyes widen and your cheeks burn from the blush that rushed to them. He bites his bottom lip and smirks slowly running his hand up the T-shirt. You playfully hit his chest causing him to let out a chuckle but his idea wasn't entirely in the wrong.
"I hate this one! But the place I bought it at had a cuter one I really liked that covered more... so maybe you can help me destroy this one so I have an excuse to go buy the other one?" The mood shift caused his eyes to darken and the atmosphere to thicken.
"Keep buying the ones you hate then... fuck! No, I'll keep buying the ones you hate." He pulls the shirt off your body and smashes his lips to yours.
Undressing himself he gently pushes you to the bed and rips the bralette effortlessly between your breast and the panties on each side causing you to be so turned on that you feel yourself pulse around nothing.
"Fuck that was so hot" you moan as he continues to kiss down your body.
"Don't worry baby... I'll make you forget every lie your brain has been telling you today." He places a sweet innocent kiss on your forehead before devouring you for the rest of the night.
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