he loved you (part 1)
asher x babe fluff(?)
It was late. Asher had to stay behind and finish all the paperwork that he procrastinated finishing. Heād texted you to let you and you were more than supportive of his decision.
God he didnāt deserve you.
But a few hours later and the beta was finally on his way home to you. Asher loved nothing more than getting to come home after a long day and curlingĀ up with his mate. āDavid was right. They are perfect.ā He hummed to himself as images of you popped up in his mind, effectively making his drive home much more tolerable.
One thing Ash prided himself on, was his ability to read people and sometimes predict their next actions⦠but then you came along: looking so fucking sexy on your work outift and Ash was a goner.
His heart leaped at the thought of just being able to be with you again. His brain raced with memories of you or the both of you together. He practically salivated at the pure thought of seeing your bare body. The werewolf had a soft spot for you and he adored the intimacy he got to have with you. Honestly, it was mostly just non-sexual intimacy that made him melt. Just the physical reassurance that you were his and he was yours; hand holding, cuddling, you pampering him or vice versa, sharing a bath together, etc.
He never thought heād get to have those things, let alone that itād be with someone he loved so deeply.
At the start of your relationship, his poor mind couldn't comprehend the fact that you doting on him or taking care of him didn't mean that you wanted to fuck. David always checked up on him, sure, but he had to be The Beta then but⦠with you, with you he could just be Asher. And heād never know how to thank you for that.
His cheeks hurt from smiling by the time he got home, but he paid no mind to it. Asher had one single goal; find mate and cuddle. Thatās all he wanted. Pulling into your driveway, the light brown haired man practically ripped his seatbelt off trying to get inside as quickly as he could. Once inside though the ābig scary beta wolfā became as quiet as a church-mouse. You needed the sleep and Asher would hate himself if he woke you. ā12:28amā the bright red oven clock read. He cursed himself for never doing his paperwork until the last minute. Tiptoeing through your home, he kept his gaze on the floor so as to not step on anything. But when he finally reached the bedroom and glanced up, Asher froze.
That was not what he expected to come home to.













