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"Babe, you know that I love every part of you. Marks and all." I noticeably flinched,
"E, you know I hate when you say that." I pulled my shorts down a little, covering more of my thighs. My shirt was riding up a bit. Ethan glanced at the exposed part of my body,
"Y/N, why does this affect you so much?" He tugged the end of my shirt up, showing off all of my stomach. I snatched it back down,
"Can you not do that? I don't appreciate it." Ethan sighed, laying a hand on my leg. I compared the size of his significantly large hand to my even larger thighs. He traced his fingers along the inner part of it, pushing my shorts back, and brushing his fingertips over my stretch marks. I forced myself to look away, scared that I would break down from just watching him look at me. He pulled me closer,
"Beautiful. So beautiful." His lips pressed against mine, his hands continue to wander across my body. Every time he passed over a stretch mark, I could feel my self esteem lowering,
"Y/N, you're beautiful." His eyes darkened,
"Let me show you." His hands work skillfully across my body, working it as if it was his own. I was down to my underwear before insecurity really hit. I retreated the slightest bit, closing my arms over myself. Ethan grabbed my wrists gently, pulling them above my head. Nothing was said as he continued what he was doing. My bra was next. I struggled against his strong yet firm grip,
"What if he doesn't- What if they're too-" I was exposed,
"Beautiful." Ethan's hand released my wrists as he left kisses across my chest. I shuddered and let him work. He dipped lower, kissing my already bare thighs. I was beginning to come to terms with what was going on, but something felt disconnected. I retracted completely, pulling myself in and hiding. Ethan tugged on my hand,
"Y/N, please. Just let me-" I sighed,
"Ethan, I'm trying. I just can't. I physically can't." Tears were pooling in my eyes. He pulled me closer and laid us both down, his chest against my back and his arm around me,
"Y/N, I love every part of you. Every curve, every line, every scratch, scar, and mark. It hurts to see you struggle." He kissed my shoulder,
"Promise me something." He took a deep inhale. I stared at the bedspread,
"What's that?" I started counting every time my heart beat,
"Love your marks as much as I do."
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Dolan Twins Imagines // 1
FanfictionI write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...
