Stretch Marks And Scars
A/n: Haven't written anything for Draken yet. This was originally for Mikey but it fitted Draken more. Gn. Sfw, a little suggestive at the end.
Warnings: nothing too graphic. Just mentions of stretch marks and scars.
WC: 405
reblogs are highly appreciated <3
“And this one?”
“Bike accident.”
The room was dark and quiet, save for the occasional huffs of air you released from holding your breath too long- it was all still too new for you, this thing with you and Draken- no, Ken. That’s what he said to call him.
His fingers traced up and down your sides gently, raising goosebumps and invisible hairs as his own breath fanned over your skin.
His lips skimmed over another scar, going over it again to kiss it lightly.
“Thank you for trusting me, Y/n.”
It was a small gesture of gratitude, but he pulled you closer, turning you around to face him.
Ken brushed away your tears, taking your hands into his own and resting them on the pillow, then using your hands as his own pillow. Smiling softly, he looked around the room. Despite not being able to see much, it was enough.
“K-ken?”
He looked back at you, pressing a kiss to your thumb.
“Yes?”
Taking a moment, you look at your waist and hips, with your leg thrown over his own, and the scars and stretch marks adorning your skin. Taking a heavy sigh, you look back at him, seeing how he anticipated your answer.
“I…I don’t like these parts of me. I don’t like to show them to people. They’re ugly and horrible and rigid. I’m…” What were the right words? ‘I’m glad you’re not leaving? No, that’s unappreciative- he just said thanks for trusting him!
You get lost in your own thoughts, trying to find a way to finish what you were going to say when Ken laughs lightly, releasing your hands to pull you close, into his chest.
He ran a firm hand on your leg, making his way up to his waist, where he walked two fingers up to your chest.
“These marks don’t bother me. Not one bit baby. In fact, they’re like a map; they tell me where to go. You see this one?” He poked your hip, tracing it up, up, up. “This one, it leads to your heart, and from there, all the way here. To this pretty little ring finger. You get it, don’t you? These don’t bother me one bit, Y/n. They just show me how to love you better.”
He kissed your forehead, and you felt the tears start to pour. You were beautiful. And he was gonna prove it to you.
