#jorgi

She was wearing a silky blue dress which hugged all her curves in the right places perfectly, the dress kept on rising up her mid-thigh which drove the blond male crazy at the sight of her on their date night.

“And then Amanda told-Jorgi are even listening?” Y/n stopped talking about her work that day when she noticed the way Jorgi couldn’t stop looking at her across from the table as she twisted her spaghetti onto her fork. “Jorgi?”

Jorgi shook his head as he looked at her eyes once again after shaking his head of all the thoughts he wanted to do with her when they got home.

“I asked if you was listening.”

“You was telling me about the gossip at work,” Jorgi hummed and in truth he knew she was telling him about that but what she was saying was going through one ear and out the other as his eyes wondered over her appearance and how much he just wanted to love and appreciate her for who she is.

Her foot brushed up against his calf, raising the trouser end up his leg and back down it as she gave him a soft smile before continuing to tell him about her day – something he asked so it would keep her distracted whilst he admired her – he closed his fist and brought it to his mouth as he let out a slight cough as he shifted in his seat. She didn’t know how that slight bit of touch always made him feel all crazy inside and in the way he was thinking right now, it wasn’t making anything better.

The rest of the night was a blur until they got home, and he was pushing her back onto the bed, him falling on top of her as he lips attached to her neck, hands wandering all over her body as she let out pleasuring hums at his touches.

“So beautiful,” he muttered, grunting slightly when her fingers tug onto his hair the moment his lips found her sweet spot that made her toes curl. “So, so beautiful.” His hands wondering to the top of the dress. “All mine, my Principessa.” His hands ripped and pulled apart the top of the dress and continued it all the way down whilst Y/n let out a loud gasp and slapped him on the chest.

“Jorgi!”

“What?” Jorgi asked, brows raising in question as to him he has done nothing wrong whilst to Y/n he’s done everything wrong.

“The dress,” she spluttered out, “it was Dior!”

Jorgi began to shake his head as his lips curled into a large grin as he began to chuckle. A hand of his reached into his back pocket whilst his other arm held him up so he was hovering above Y/n. His hand pulled out his brown leathered wallet and he opened it with one hand and used his fingers to pull out his credit card before letting go of the wallet and heard it bounce on the mattress, but neither of them watched it bounce as their eyes were only on one another.

Jorgi waved his card between his index and middle finger with a teasing smile before sliding it in her bra where it rested between the valley of her breasts. “Here, angelo. Go buy the entire store for all I care.” His lips pressed kisses along the cups of her breasts whilst Y/n tried to figure out what he just said.

“But Jorgi-”