Requested by marvel22stories: Y/N has acne on her shoulders, chest, back and arms, and feels really insecure about it. Tom always notices this, so makes her feel really beautiful and gorgeous with her acne, which leads to more.

I turned the shower off, the water immediately stopping falling on me as it clicked off. The hot water ran down me, my hands rising to wring out my hair before I opened the glass door and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped one towel around my naked body and another around my head to start drying my hair before walking out into my bedroom. I walked straight into the view of my full-length mirror, making me sigh as I walked closer to it. I bit my lip, the insecurities creeping back in like they always did as I looked at my uncovered shoulders and top of my chest in the mirror. Or more specifically, looked at the acne that littered the skin. I was twenty-four, and my biggest insecurity by far was the fact that I still got really bad acne. When I was clothed, it was bearable, given the fact that unlike most, it resided on my back, shoulders, chest, and arms as opposed to my face. But that came with its own problem. Whilst I could outwardly hide this to the majority of the world, I had never been able to hide it from my boyfriend of a year, Tom, for obvious reasons. My insanely kind and loving, not to mention hot as fuck boyfriend had been nothing but supportive and soft with me since we had first had sex, and he had become aware of my acne and how big of an issue it was for me. He never failed to make me feel beautiful and loved, the boy always kissing over the affected areas and making me feel like it really wasn't anything to be ashamed of when we were together. But despite how kind he was about it, the insecurities stayed, and so every now and again, I would have doubts and wobbles about how beautiful I really was and how much he really loved me. Right now...was one of those wobbles. I sighed and shook my head as I tried to ignore the tears pricking my eyes. I dropped the towel and pulled on a fresh pair of matching panties and bra, my mind still aware of the fact that Tom was coming over imminently, and so even if I wasn't feeling my best, I still wanted to look good for him. And myself, of course. I pulled on a pair of booty shorts, one of Tom's t-shirts completing the look as I took the towel off of my head and let my still damp curls tumble down my back and over my shoulders. Right on cue, my doorbell went. I left my room at the sound, my bare feet silently padding through my apartment as I headed to my front door. I opened it, Tom looking up at me from his phone as he came into my view.

"Hey, darling, you okay?" He smiled, the boy slipping his phone into his leather jacket pocket as he leant down and pecked my lips.

"I've been better." I admitted with a sigh as I shut the door behind him. His smile dipped and he looked at me.

"Oh, how come? Anything that I can help with?" He asked, his gaze staying on me as we headed back through to my bedroom.

"I'm just going through one of my phases, you know? The ones where I take one look at my acne and hate myself." I mumbled as I slumped back down onto my bed. Tom's face softened, a sigh leaving his lips as he took off his jacket and sat down next to me on my bed.

"Aw, love, I'm sorry, I know how down that you can get during those phases. You know that I find you absolutely stunning, though, and that's because you are." He nodded.

"I don't believe that half the time, though, and that's not your fault, I just don't know how you think that I can be beautiful when half of my torso is covered in ugly spots." I choked and looked down. Tom sighed again as he placed his hand on my knee.

"If I showed you, would you believe me then?" He asked. I looked back up at him.

"How would you show me?" I scoffed and shook my head. His lips curled into a small smile.

"I have an idea." He nodded, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as he started to lean in. I clocked on to where he was going with this, my heart jumping in my chest at the idea as he leant in and gently pressed our lips together. I returned the kiss immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to cup his cheek as his hand held my waist. He deepened the kiss, making me giggle and him smirk into it as he pulled me closer, and I curled my hand around his neck to also pull him into me. His tongue slid into my mouth, mine fighting his for dominance but of course letting him win as we started to make out.

"I know that you struggle to believe it at times, but you're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. You always have been, and you always will be." He hummed into the kiss as he gently pushed me back on my bed so that I was lying down, and he was hovering over me. I breathed out at his words, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth falling open as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck. I felt his hands start to pull at the bottom of his t-shirt that I was wearing, my body temporarily sitting up again so that he could pull it off before he gently pushed me back down.

"You're so gorgeous, darling. I'll never get tired of the sight of you, acne and all." He hummed, making my heart flutter in love for him and my core start to get wet in horniness as he started to kiss down my neck.

"Thanks, Tommy. It means a lot." I admitted quietly. He smiled against my skin, his lips kissing over the acne that covered my chest and yet not pulling back in disgust like I always expected him to. And yet, he never did. He pulled his own t-shirt over his head before curling his arm around me to unclip my bra, the garment coming away from my body as his lips moved down my stomach and towards where I needed him the most. I watched him contently, my heart racing more by the second at how turned on he was making me as his hands lovingly ran up and down my arms to gently glide over the acne that littered them too.

"What are you, my love?" He asked gently as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my booty shorts and started to pull them down.

"I-I'm beautiful." I gulped, my pussy now virtually screaming for him to do something, anything. He nodded and bit his lip, his eyes glued to my glistening folds as he pulled my panties down to leave me completely naked.

"Yes, you are. You're my beautiful, horny girl." He smiled, making me return it as he leant down and attached his lips to my clit. My smile dipped slightly at the feeling, my lips sucking in a breath as he started to eat me out.

"Fuck." I sighed out quietly, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth falling open as pleasure began to run through me as a result of my boyfriend's mouth already working wonders on my pussy.

"You always taste perfect, darling, shit." Tom hummed against me, making me choke as him talking only added to the pleasure. He curled his arms around my legs, his hands relaxing against my stomach to pin me down as he continued to devour me. My fingers started to pull on his hair, moans freely leaving my lips as the knot in my stomach surely began to build. His lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of me as he delved as deep into my pussy as he could. It was as if I would be his last meal, his tongue lapping up every drop of my juices that it could to make sure that none got wasted.

"Tommy, fuck, please." I moaned as I arched my back off of my bed, my fingers now tightly wrapped around his gorgeous curls in an attempt to deal with the immense pleasure that was quickly throwing my body towards its first orgasm.

"Does that feel good, my love?" He once again cooed against me.

"So good, please, I'm almost there already." I choked.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get you there." He reassured, making me moan again and nod as he continued to eat me out. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut as suddenly, I felt the pressure of a finger starting to be pushed into me.

"Holy shit." I breathed, Tom smirking again at me as his finger began to thrust in and out of me. The digit curled inside of me to brush my g-spot, the action making the knot unbearably tight as his lips continued to suck on my clit. One more thrust...and I was there.

"Tommy, I'm there, fuck me, fuck, shit!" I cried out as the knot harshly broke. My orgasm started to hit me, my legs shaking over his shoulders and my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure ripped through me. I pulled on his curls as harshly as I could, my mouth hanging open as the feeling of pure euphoria took strong hold of me like it always did when Tom made me cum. I sighed out as it passed, my eyes fluttering open as Tom gently removed his finger from me.

"Oh my god." I puffed out, making my boyfriend chuckle and bite his lip as he stood from the end of the bed to start unbuckling his belt.

"Was that good, darling?" He teased as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers to allow his rock-hard dick to spring free before crawling back over me.

"It was incredible. Though, it always is with you." I smiled. He returned it and leant down to kiss me as he reached over to grab a condom from my bedside table. We made out slowly and passionately, Tom's hands rolling the condom onto his dick before starting to lovingly move over my body. He raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist before running his hands over my curves and arms, the feeling of his skin soothing over my acne just perfect as he made me feel as loved as he always did.

"You ready, beautiful?" He mumbled into the kiss.

"Please." I nodded. He returned it and started to push into me, quiet sighs leaving both of our lips and going into each other's mouths as he bottomed out within seconds. My eyes fluttered shut as Tom broke the kiss and dropped his head to my neck, the boy allowing me a second to adjust to him like he always did as his forearms rested on the pillow either side of my head to hold himself above me.

"You feel amazing, love, shit." He breathed into my skin.

"So do you, Tommy. Move, please." I choked. He nodded again, his hips gently starting to thrust into me. I choked at the soft feeling, my mouth falling open and my arms curling around his shoulders to pull him closer as he started to make love to me. Not fuck me, not have sex with me...make love to me. That was just another thing that I absolutely loved about Tom. I wasn't to be gotten wrong, we both very much enjoyed rough sex when it was the right time, but my loving boyfriend made sure to always be soft and kind instead of rough and harsh when having sex with me during one of my insecure phases. And no matter how many times he'd do that, I'd never get tired of it.

"Tommy." I whispered, the second knot of our date already building back up again as I pulled him as close as possible so that our chests were pressed together.

"Does it feel good, beautiful? Because it feels amazing for me." He hummed as his lips left gentle and soft kisses against my acne-ridden neck and shoulders.

"Feels amazing for me too." I smiled, making him return it and wrap my legs further around his waist as he continued to thrust into me. He'd developed a steady pace by now of not going too slowly, but also not fucking me into next week. In other words, it was perfect. His tip was hitting my g-spot each time, moans now freely leaving both of our lips as I gently scratched my nails against the skin of his shoulders, and his fingers that were holding my thigh against his waist were starting to dig into my skin too.

"Love, I don't know how much longer I'll last, you feel so good." He grunted as he started to speed up a little bit to tell me that he was starting to chase his high.

"I won't be far behind, I'm getting close too." I nodded. He returned it and continued to pepper kisses along my skin, my body being pushed closer to my orgasm with every thrust of his hips into mine. The gentle sound of my sheets rustling surrounded us, moans tumbling from our lips as sweat coated our bodies. I would never get enough of passionate sex like this with Tom, the boy never failing to make my body feel loved and appreciated when he fucked me so softly, and yet still satisfied me in the best way possible. My body started to become rigid underneath him, the knot unbearably tight in my stomach as I teetered on the edge. And then just like that...I was pushed over.

"Fuck, Tommy, I'm there, shit, fuck." I moaned quietly, my eyes squeezing shut and my fingers tightening around his soft curls as the knot broke. My orgasm once again hit me harshly, the waves of pleasure cascading through me as my legs shook around his waist, and my body jolted and seized underneath him.

"Holy shit, darling, fuck me, shit." Tom choked into my neck as he came a second later. He tensed on top of me, his forearm bulging harshly next to my head and his fingers digging into my thigh so much that they would surely leave bruises as he grunted and moaned into my neck. After a second, he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting harshly as we came down from the incredible highs. My eyes fluttered in exhaustion, my fingers lazily combing through my boyfriend's hair to combat the harshness of my pulls as he just lay on top of me. He placed a few more gentle kisses along my shoulder and neck before pulling out of me. He pulled the condom off and put it into my bin before pulling me into his body, my hand and head resting on his chest as he curled his arm around my waist.

"Well, that was amazing." He chuckled and shook his head as his hand lovingly rubbed up and down my back to soothe the acne that was there too.

"As always." I teased, making him smirk and nod as he looked at me. He bit his lip as his gaze flicked over my face.

"Now do you believe that you're absolutely gorgeous? Because you should do. It doesn't matter if you have no acne at all, or if you were covered from head to toe in it, I would always find you stunning regardless. Your acne doesn't make you ugly, love, or disgusting, or anything. It makes your skin not perfect, and that in itself is perfect because no human is flawless. You're beautiful, okay? And I completely understand that sometimes, it's really hard for you to accept that, so I'll always be here to tell you it until you can tell yourself." He reassured with a nod, his eyes still gazing over my face as his hand continued to soothingly rub my back. I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes at his beyond beautiful words. This was why I loved Tom so much. Because no matter how down I was, no matter how insecure I felt or what I felt insecure about, he was always there to help me through it. He would never invalidate what I was feeling by telling me that I was being stupid or anything, he simply took the job himself of telling me that I was beautiful until I could tell myself it again. And my appreciation of that would never end.

"Thank you, Tommy. It really means a lot, and I love you so much for it." I choked and shook my head.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's my job to make you feel loved and beautiful, and I'll do it until the day that I die, because I love you so much too." He nodded, making me smile as he leant down and gently kissed me again. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut as I held his face to hold him close. I broke the kiss after a moment and sighed out as I rested my head back against his chest, his arm around me pulling me closer as we started to cuddle. My heart felt happy again, my mind reassured that for now, I had been pulled out of my phase of lacking self-love, and that the next time that I found myself in it again, Tom would once again be there to pull me out of it. And for that, I would always love him. Always.