Bendict Cumberbatch Imagines

"I Adore You" ~SMUT~

You're becoming a bit self-conscious about your looks and Ben decides to do something about it.

I love this movie btw: "August Osage County", although he isn't in it like at all... he delivers lines like these and sings so yay.

!!! Some smut !!!

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, obviously only seeing the things you hated most about yourself - it hasn't been this bad in a while - and today, you saw EVERYTHING.

A couple of zits occupied your face, a small lump of skin fell over your stomach because you haven't worked out in a week or so, your hair seemed stringy and lifeless, you could go on and on. Lines of mascara cascaded down your face, and wiping them just spread the blackness.

Suddenly, you heard the bedroom door open, so you quickly washed yourself up, but not quick enough as the bathroom door flew open. You had just gotten out of the shower, so you were in nothing but a white towel. You jumped, and he looked at you with love in his eyes.

"Hey, love. I'm home early. It started pouring and..." He stopped dead in his tracks and carefully started to look over you, finally coming to something, and it broke his heart. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head, waving him off and taking a step towards the door behind him, but he blocked the way. "Honey, I'm Sherlock bloody Holmes. I can tell when something's wrong."

"You play Sherlock Holmes."

"You pick up a thing or two when you read his lines." He retorted, smiling a bit as he did, but even his smile couldn't cheer you up at this point. As good of an actress as you were, you couldn't convince Ben, and you never would.

"(Y/N)." He leaned down into your ear and brought his voice to a whisper. "Tell me what's wrong." You whimpered; when he got like this he would never ever give in, especially when it was something that had to do with you.

"I... I..." You couldn't find the words; this was your boyfriend, Benedict Cumberbatch, the British gentleman that would drop everything to come see you, cares for you, pleasures you in the best way. He loves you with everything he has, hearing you say something like this would break his heart in two. "I... hate... the way I look." You quick-fired the last words and screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to see Ben's face when the words that you said registered. Somehow, even when you closed your eyes, you could still see it, and you couldn't take it.

Ben wasn't taking the news well either, his mouth was dropped open a bit and his eyes widened, but he didn't start crying or just stand there like you thought.

"Baby look at me." He said softly, taking one of your hands and squeezing it tightly. You shook your head softly, almost unnoticeably, but he took notice to it and took both of your hands. "Please." He begged, leaning closer to your ear, so you obliged.

His eyes were glazed over but he wouldn't let himself cry. With both of your hands in his, he began to lead you out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He lead you to the bed and lied you down on it. You didn't know what he was going to do, but Ben knew that coming on too strong would put you off, so he started off gently.

Carefully, he unfolded your towel and let it fall off you. You were practically shaking with the urge to cover yourself up, but Ben's hands were pinning your arms against the bed.

"Honey. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, I adore you." He peppered kisses on your cheeks and jawline, making you hum appreciatively. "It's not just your looks - even though they drive me insane - it's everything."