Kinda dirty! Then again when is it not? Haha sorry.~♡~
The things that made you insecure were people. People like models who looked perfekt whith no gramm of fat on their body. Okay, you knew no one could be perfekt but they could be really pretty or beautiful and there were just the moments where you felt insecure about your body. You didn't have a thigh gab, but that wasn't your biggest problem. The problem was that you saw all of those instagram models who were friends with your boyfriend and his brother. Their tummy was flat, yours wasn't. They had a thigh gab, you didn't. They ate healthy and worked out, you didn't.
You just couldn't help but overthink and overthink. Am I even good enough for Ivan?
And now here you were in the bathroom trying to close the button of your new jean shorts. It just wouldn't budge. You bought those shorts not even a month ago and they just didn't fit.
You let out a frustrated huff as you sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Did I really gain that much weight?
After a few minutes of frowning to yourself you stood up and walked to Ivan and your shared bedroom. You took off the shorts and your crop top, standing there in front of your full body mirror. Wearing only your lace thong and bra, you examined your body. You didn't like your appearance. A tear slipped down your cheek as you looked to the floor biting your lip to hold in a sob.
Suddenly the door opened and a happy Ivan walked inside, eyeing you up and down.
"Hey babe" he smiled while hugging you from behind.
"Hi" you were barely able to whisper and wiped away the tears that had fallen. Ivans smile quickly faded when he noticed your state.
"Hey? Is everything all right?" He asked tightening his grip around you.
"I'm just.. it's" you couldn't bring your self to form the words.
"You know you can talk to me, right? And I mean about everything, okay?"
"Yeah I know, it's just.. all those girls you're friends with on Instagram, they're just,.. they're all so beautiful and I am.." you said, your voice braking a few times.
"You're what?" He asked, looking at you with sad eyes.
"I am just not" you exhaled "I am just not beautiful"
"Baby, your not just beautiful, you are more than that and I am so lucky to get to call you my girlfriend, because you're not just beautiful on the outside but also inside. God I love you so much and don't ever think you're not good enough because you sure as hell are. Sometimes I even doubt myself because your just so god damn beautiful. I love you" he said, concluding his little speach, making your heart flutter and a smile tug at your lips.
"I love you too" you smiled at him through the mirror "and thank you"
"Hey, don't thank me, I mean, there really shouldn't be anything to doubt-" he said and released his grip around you "-just look at those curves that would make any girl envy you-" he traced his hands along your sides, "-and your butt, that makes me so god damn horny everytime you bend over" he moved his hands to your ass, squezzing it and making you gasp.
Ivan started kissing your neck and trailed his hands up to your shoulders, massaging them lightly. Next his hands moved to the straps of your bra, pulling them dowm your shoulders.
"And your boobs-" he started again, one hand trailing to your braclasp, "-they are just the perfekt size, I can't keep my hands off you."
He unclasped the bra making it fall to the ground. You, just staring at him through the mirror, watching all of his actions intently, watching him cup both of your breasts in his hands, kneading them carefully and turning you on more by the second.
Not being able to resist anymore you turned around in his arms and smashed your lips on his.
That's why you love him so much. No matter when or why, he's always there for you lightening up the mood and comforting you as if it were logical to him. He never wants something in return and neather do you when your there for him. It's just love. There is no explanation for it but if it's with the right partner everything just feels all right. Everything is fine the way it is.
And Ivan is just the one.
~♡~
