rated 18+ — mature short content!
includes: voyeurism (?), male masturbation
Over the next few days the hallways were filled with boxes, marked with numbers and tiny little unreadable sentences.
You were nice. You walked around them each time, never once making a fuss… despite how some of the boxes blocked your door.
They were heavy. Jesus, what was in them? You groaned as you picked one of them up.
The bottom of the cardboard was soggy, and whatever the wet substance was, it soaked through.
“I got it! I got it.” A man took the box from you and he smiles. “I’m very sorry.” He chuckles and he carried it in one hand, tiny bandages covering his pink knuckles.
“I’m…”
And that was the first time you met your new next door neighbor. What you didn’t know… was how often he seemed to watch you. He was pressed right up against your door, his nails digging into the frame as he tried to breathe quietly.
One eye closed. One eye opened. He peered into the peephole, his mouth salivating at the sight of you laying in your bed. You weren’t a clean person, some of your clothes and sheets were on the floor. That was okay though, soon enough he’ll properly introduce himself, and he could clean your apartment for you.
Oh that would be the dream.
You and him. One apartment, and in one bed.
All you had to do was to sit still and look pretty. He would handle everything. Cleaning, cooking, the laundry, and all the handyman shit-- he could do it all.
He could bring satisfaction to your life and make it easier—in fact, he will whether you like it or not.
He audibly groaned as you tossed and turned in bed, exposing a bit of yourself in the process. You wore the tiniest and tightest shorts, and the materials clung to your thighs. He took a bit of a step back to look at the damage you have done to him, his eyes darting down to the bulge in his pants and he looked around. He doesn't hear much... not a person in sight as well. It might be risky, but fuck.
He palmed himself through his denim jeans, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep himself quiet... his heart was pumping, and his eyes were glazed over. He watched you turn your phone on, the light from the screen illuminating your face and his body shuddered as he saw your cute smile.
"..please--" He let out a little whimper, a deep noise coming from the back of his throat. His breath hitched, and his back was hunched over as his hand worked to free his dick.
He already had a little wet spot on his boxers, and he didn't want to make a big mess but... he lived right next door so it should be fine. His hips jerked as he pretended his hand was your mouth, he imagined how warm it would be, and how gorgeous you would look.
He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted you to boss him around. Slap him, choke him, ride him, chain him... whatever your pretty little heart desired--oh he would do it.
He got down on his knees, his nose sniffing the doorknob in any chance it had your scent. Frustrated that it doesn't, he continued to pump himself, gripping a bit harder as his tongue licked the cool metal. Your hand touched it. Your hand did. He couldn't care less about the germs.
"yes yes yes yes--" He chanted as he felt his end was near. He needed to be close to you, and he bent down to the welcome mat. He buried his nose and he took a deep inhale. His brows were furrowed, his jaw was tense and the muscles in his arms were tight.
He wanted to make this last. But just the thought of you made him cum quick. He softly moaned as the tension left his body, white little substance dripping onto your welcome mat. When he softened, he put it away, zipping his pants up and getting up from his knees.
He held the wall for support and hobbled his way over to his house. He would come back soon, that's for sure. Next time...with a couple of roses and a question.
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"I can't believe I'm dating a gold medalist." He declares proudly out of the blue, well it's probably out of the blue to her but it's a thought that washes over him daily whenever he stops and looks at his girlfriend. She's truly amazing, he remembers the emotional girl who would spontaneously burst into tears over the simplest things so the woman she is now is even more impressive.
Not that she's changed completely. No, she's still his Hee-do. Still headstrong and determined. And beautiful, so damn beautiful. It's almost unfair how gorgeous she is, and he's the lucky guy that gets to keep her all to himself. Is this even right? Is he allowed to be this happy?
"Stop being so sweet. You're making me feel embarrassed!" She shouts from her bedroom and he grins in response, sprawling back further on the couch far too comfortable there but this is a common occurrence when her mother works late. Hanging out after dark, he knows they shouldn't be doing this but he can't help myself.
They're both so busy lately, finding time to be together has become even harder. But it's hardly the first obstacle in their romance, but just like everything else they were going to overcome this too. It'll just be hard for a while but he'll endure anything if it means staying by her side a little longer. There's still so much he has to do with her after all.
"Well, what are we watching?" He doesn't look away from the tv listening to her mother's precise voice on the box, mentally taking notes of the way she reports what occured. He still has so much to learn from her.
"Baek Yi-jin! We're not watching the news. I do that enough just to see you. Let's watch something fun." She flails on the other side of the couch, half resting on his lap now and this brings attention to her and then attire.
She rolls over to look up at him pouting and he can only stare in return.
That's where his shirt had gone. It was the only souvenir he had from the broadcasting team, a single shirt with his name on the front pocket. Now it was on his girlfriend, almost branding her as his. It looked different on her, in so many way she was larger than life but in actuality she was tiny, petite and even delicate at times. His shirt dwarfed her and it made a shiver go down his spine to see her in it, her shapely legs hanging out over the arm of the couch.
"That's my shirt." He states dumbly and she scrunches up her nose at him, protectively clutching at the collar.
"I'm just borrowing it. I wanted something of yours for my trip. I'll give it back later." She promises with a small pout, pleading far more than she needs to because he would give anything to see her wear nothing but his clothes especially things with his name on it.
"It's so big on you."
"Whatever that's because you're so tall. I'm normal sized."
She's almost so cute when she gets defensive. But he's biased there's hardly a time that he doesn't think she's cute.
"Nope. You're just tiny. How did you become a world champion fencer with these little hands?" He teases her grabbing said hands and chuckling at their miniature size compared to his own huge hands.
"I'm not tiny!" She argues sitting up on her knees now, glaring at him with her fists clasped by her side.
"You are." He rebutes reaching out with a single hand to wrap around her waist and to his surprise it almost fits the entire length. "Look at that. I can almost wrap my hand around your entire waist."
She doesn't say anything for a long pause, breathing hard and slow and he can feel her body expanding in his hand. Then he looks down at her, with his hand around her waist the shirt is more fitted to her figure. He notices things he didn't before, like the fact that she's not wearing her baggy sweatpants.
"Are you wearing shorts?" He forces himself to ask, from his vantage point he doesn't look like she's wearing anything but his shirt but surely he's mistaken. She wouldn't be that foolish to come to him with nothing but his shirt on while they were alone in her house.
"No. This shirt is huge on me. It might as well be a dress, you said so yourself." She argues looking back defiantly and he should leave, knowing that is no good for his self control.
"Na Hee-do. What are you doing?" They had already agreed. Well it wasn't much of an conversation, he told that they should wait until she was ready and she screamed that she was ready and he was the one that wasn't. She wasn't wrong. He didn't think he'd ever be prepared for the force that was Hee-do. But still doing things like this was unfair and borderline cheating.
"I'm not doing anything. I'm just sitting here in my boyfriend's shirt that's not a crime."
Oh but it should be. He wanted to call the cops right away.
"Let's watch this." She settles on a variety show but all he can focus on is the expanse of her leg and thigh that are exposed.
She watches the show animatedly laughing and shouting out answers but he can't bring himself to look away from her, each time she jumps the shirt rides up her thighs and that steals all of his attention.
It's all too much for him. It's only human. A human who has lusted, wanted, dreamed, denied and ultimately gave in.
Without warning he grabs her suddenly and tugs her across the couch until she's sitting on his lap. She looks at him with shock in her eyes but almost automatically her arms curl around his shoulders. His hands settle back in their place around her narrow waist, bringing them just a bit closer.
"You're doing this on purpose."
She tilts her head, hair spilling over one shoulder before denying his claim.
"I'm not doing anything. I'm just sitting here. What are you blaming me for now?"
"Seducing me."
She laughs boisterously as if he's said a hilarious joke throwing herself over his shoulder and he brings his arms around her tighter, turning it into a hug but then he looks down and sees something that makes the air constrict in his lungs.
His shirt has ridden up further and he can see her panties.
Her simple pale yellow panties with white lace all around the edge.
Without cognizant thought he brings one hand down and strokes the edge of her panties, then he strokes the smooth skin of her buttocks before holding the small cheek in his palm.
"Yi-jin."
He's only heard her say his name like that once before. They were both too drunk and he tried to get her undressed to sleep, his hand accidentally touched her nipple and she breathed out his name like a prayer. He bolted to the bathroom expeditiously and stayed in there until he heard her light snores. His hand was his reprieve that night, tugging himself to completion.
It was even more dangerous now because they had nothing to use as an excuse. They were both disgustingly sober.
That thought is enough to jolt some sense back into him so he and releases her but he's unprepared for her to twist in his arms and plant a wet kiss on his lips. He doesn't move, feeling her mouth on his and tightly griping the couch cushions to keep his hands from wandering again. But she's not playing fair, unlike their first kiss his inaction doesn't dissuade her. She kisses him even harder, licking at the seam of his lips and squirming on his lap. Refusing to let him stay still.
Then she bites him. Hard enough that he cries out and that's when she gets her opening, literally. He feels that sneaky tongue pushing into his mouth, immediately finding his own and enticing it to join in. He only hesitates for a second before he's kissing back sucking her tongue into his mouth and squeezing her waist tightly.
This isn't new. They've made out countless times. At his place, in secluded streets, on this couch, on her bed, even at her school once that was the most embarrassing and he didn't like to think about it- except at night when he couldn't not think about it.
But it's different this night. Each time he pulls away to bring them off the ledge, she smashes her face back onto his and deepens the kiss until he can't tell up from down. Then his world shifts and he's flat on his back on the couch with her straddling him, her hands on his chest.
She's a vision with her lips red and raw and her hair hanging in deep curtains around her flushed face.
She looks right into his eyes as she reaches out and holds a button on his dress shirt. He should stop her but he feels powerless under her hungry stare, her want for him is so clear it's hard to fight. He doesn't want to fight it.
One by one she unbuttons them until the shirt hangs open revealing his bare chest underneath.
She licks her lips. It should look ridiculous but it doesn't, it looks sexy.
"Can I...." She doesn't finish her sentence, running her hand down his belly gently feeling at his abs and then running back up to stroke at his neck and clavicle. "Wow. He wasn't wrong, you really are beautiful."
Before he can scold her for mentioning that brat at a time like this she leans over and sucks hard at the newly exposed skin, right next to his nipple and he groans loudly at the suction bucking his hips and spinning them so quickly he almost gets whiplash.
She looks delicious beneath him, panting now the edge of his shirt now resting on her belly. Her panties are completely exposed to him, there's a cute little bow on the front on further inspection. She's like a present, he can't even argue with the sentiment.
"Don't look at them. I don't own sexy underwear."
"It's sexy because it's you." He replies honestly prying her hands away as she tries to cover herself.
He stares for a long time before tugging his shirt higher, and higher until her entire stomach is showing. She's the beautiful one and he tells her so, her pretty blush intensifies.
There's so much he wants to do and he has no idea where to start. His head is telling him that's enough they're about to reach a point they can't undo but his body is yearning for more more more. He doesn't know what to listen to.
"Don't stop."
He listens to her and ignores everything else.
The next kiss is even more tumultuous, he holds her firmly in place as he eats away at her mouth swallowing her whole including her moans and sighs. He runs an eager hand up his borrowed shirt and groans at more naked skin, the slight bump of her breast is heavy in his hand. He squeezes at the small mound, rubbing a thumb across the tight peak before pinching it slightly making her cry out.
"I can't believe you. No pants and no bra." He tries to sound upset but it's difficult with her tongue in his mouth and his hand on her breast.
"I just wanted you to touch me. I need this too, you can't decide we aren't doing it on your own."
He thought that he could. Believed that she was only pushing herself to do this for his sake but it was hard to think that now with her so turned on under him. Wanting it as badly as he wanted it.
The room spins again and he's back on the bottom again but his face gets caught underneath the shirt this time and he takes that as a gift, immediately lifting his head up to curl his mouth around her naked breast. She yelps loudly grinding down onto him and arching her back so he can devour more of her. He laps at her right breast before licking his way over to the left one, sucking a bruise into the pale skin.
He's too busy tasting her to notice her hands descent until she's cupping him through his pants.
Fuck.
He really should stop this while he can.
But he lays still as she unzips him and then pushes her hand through the opening to grab him through his boxers. Her hands are so hot on him, he actually fears he might melt.
"Hee-do please."
Please stop. That's what he convinces himself he meant to say but that message is lost in translation and instead of stopping she goes further, pushing his boxers down until his hard member pops out. He hisses at the cool air on his sweltering hot skin, almost choking when she touches just the head apprehensively.
"Its so...big. It's my first time seeing one in real life."
That does get his attention, even though his brain cells are frying from her stilted stroking of his cock. It's nowhere near perfect- too dry and too slow but it's Hee-do so nothing else matters. It being her makes it perfect.
"In real life? You've seen a penis before? How? Where?"
Is now the time to be this petty? Most would say no, but he can't help it. He's supposed to be her first in everything damn it.
"On the computer where else? Don't act like you don't look at... things! I can look too."
Well that's different. He looked at those things before her, but since they've been dating there's been nobody but her. Honestly nobody else does it for him anymore.
"Don't look at that stuff anymore. Just look at me." He commands, meaning every word.
She blushes wildly at him but he maintains the eye contact demanding a response, smirking when she nods her head. She was very good at listening sometimes.
His victory is short lived though as she collects the liquid pooling at the tip and uses it to stroke him easier, the journey is much smoother now and he can't control his hips fucking up into her too loose grip.
"Tighter." He grunts out and instantly she obeys tightening her hold. See. Good listener.
It feels amazing but he's the only one getting pleasure right now and that needs to be remedied. He presses two fingers at the center of her panties, light-headed at how warm she is and then at the tempting wetness he can feel through the thin material. Instinctively he starts to rub at the moist spot, enjoying each punched out moan she releases until it's not enough to just feel through her panties and he swipes them to the side and rubs roughly at her bare skin.
It's better than he ever imagined and boy as he imagined.
The hair there is as silky as on the hair on her head and he strokes at it before straightening his middle finger and swiping at her slit.
"Ahh!"
She screams squeezing him in retaliation but he's up for the challenge and he pushes only the tip into her, watching hypnotized as his finger disappears into her wet center. He keeps going until his finger is deep inside her and she's whining and pleading at him.
She's stroking him harder now, more precum oozing out to ease the up and down motion of her hand. He pulls his finger out only to thrust harder in, fucking in and out now before adding another finger. The intoxicating smell of sex fills the room as they both dismantle each other with just their hands.
She reaches to pull his shirt over her head but he stops her, snatching her hand and holding it behind her back.
"Keep it on."
Her pupils are blown and it takes everything in him not to shove her back on the couch and take her hard and fast. God he wants to fuck her.
He's already too close though he can feel it. But he already knew it wouldn't take much, he's dreamed about this too much for it not to be over in a instant when it happens.
She's no blushing virgin though, on the contrary she's thrashing about bouncing on his fingers and scratching at his abs in her bliss. He slips another finger inside and she screeches like a banshee, he's never been so grateful about her house's isolated placement on a hill until this moment. Her neighbors would be calling the cops right about now.
She's no longer making any sense, alternating between his name, moans and different deities.
He thumbs at her swollen clit and that gets her twitching in his arms the hand around him finally loosening as she focuses on her pleasure alone, he's okay with that seeing her lose control is more than enough for him.
He watches in awe as her eyes roll over and she starts shaking in his arms, grabbing her waist he pulls his fingers out only to grab himself and rub his tip against her, that's when the true torture starts.
"Yi-jin please, please. It's not enough put it in. I'm ready."
Then she dissolves into an onslaught of pleases and he's so horny he almost listens to her, but at the last minute he regains his control thrusting two fingers inside her once more and that's all it takes before Hee-do is breaking in his arms. She collapses against him moaning as her orgasm rages through her small figure, he holds her through it all rubbing her back and kissing her forehead soothing her down.
They stay like that for a few minutes, just wrapped up in each other's arms. He can feel her moist breath on his neck and he's hard as stone between them but that can wait until she's down from her high, watching her face crumple up in pleasure is stained in his brain now. That's probably all he needs to finish this.
"Wow."
He agrees. Wow indeed.
"Sex is awesome."
Once again, no argument from his side. Sex with someone you loved was decidedly better. Incomparable even.
"We're going to do this everyday. Let's do it again!"
With those words she grabs his formerly neglected member, determination etched into her face as she handles him like the joystick on an arcade game.
He checks the clock quickly, 12:35. Her mother shouldn't be home for two more hours, they could make good use of that time. Those thoughts in mind he picks her up smiling as she squeaks and wraps her legs around his waist.
"Just remember, you asked for this."
She grins triumphantly at his warning looking like the cat that got the cream.
SUMMARY: You were obsessed with Zeeko’s hands and what they could do to you.
WARNING: 18+ NSFW*** Hand kink, fingering, choking, squirting.
WORD COUNT: 448
His hands were sculpted by the gods. Long, thick fingers with neatly manicured nails. Adorned with veins that could be seen whether he tensed them or not. You loved them best when he decorated them with rings.
Your eyes could never be too far away from his hands. You could be looking at his face as he spoke but somehow your gaze would return to them.
You loved looking at his hands, loved it even more when he used them on your body. It always started out with light caresses to your back and to your hands.
Then they’d come to your neck and squeeze a little and tease your lips with the tips of his fingers before pushing him into your mouth.
Zeeko just had this way of bringing pleasure to your body with just his hands and it was those moments you lived for.
Your back leaning against the headboard, Zeeko’s hand around your neck and three fingers deep inside your pussy.
“Oh my god.” You whimpered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He chuckled, licking his lips as he watched your reaction.
“I love seeing you like this. Putty all over my hands. Making them messy just because you want your pussy stuffed with my fingers.”
“Zeeko.” You moaned softly but you got a slap to your clit.
“That’s not my name.”
“Daddy.”
“That’s right, I’m Daddy. And I want to see you cum for me.” His hand went back around your neck and squeezed as his three fingers moved faster and faster inside of you.
As much as you tried to breath, the more you lost air. Your moans turned to screams as you held your legs apart for him.
“I can feel you coming. Are you going to come for Daddy.”
Tears were trailing down the side of your face as you nodded your head. The restriction of air by his hand, the feel of your pussy being stretched and stuffed by his fingers, it was all too consuming.
The stomach in your muscles tightened and you erupted. You soaked his fingers and the sheets beneath you. Zeeko groaned softly as he pulled his hand away from your neck and slapped your breast before pulling on your nipple.
He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your cum all over your entrance and played with your clit.
You jerked away softly as your walls clenched around nothing. “Daddy I’m sensitive.” You giggled softly.
“That’s how I want you.” He whispered as leaned forward and rubbed his leaking tip against your swollen pussy.
His hands held down your arms as he pushed himself inside of you. “You’re the best this way.”
Brief Summary: After a delightful al fresco moment, Ron and Hermione talk what she learned in how to care for Ron, and why things went sideways during their sixth year - including Ron’s deep thoughts on the matter.
Content Warning: MA Rated content, non-explicit oral, mentions of the bird incident, Ron’s Insecurities
'Tell me what you want?'
She smiled, full of mischief, 'I want you to fuck me.'
'Hermione, you, you - '
'I did. It’s only for you for these moments.'
Ron pulled his wand again and banished their clothes. The afternoon sun dropped behind a distant hill. He dropped the wand and pulled the quilt over them, watching her watching him. He broke out in goose flesh at her touch on his chest, running her fingers through the hairs there.
'I’ll probably be rubbish at this,' his voice cracked on rubbish.
'We have all night,' she pulled his ears to bring him back to kissing her, relishing the hardness of his body and his cock pressing into her hip.
'We do,' Ron shifted his body lower on hers, finally looking at her breasts. 'Fuck,' he said aloud, probably not realizing it. 'Your tits are amazing,' he lowered his head to her chest, taking her right one in his mouth and thumbing the left one.
Hermione threw her head back, moaning 'Oh God,' as she fell completely into the pleasure he was affording her. She’d never complain about what he was doing to her.
She threaded her fingers into his hair, glancing through half-lidded eyes watching him work his way down her body, worshipping everything he could put his lips on. While she hadn’t done much in the way of personal exploration, she knew in theory.
Theory be damned when Ron was doing such wonderful wicked things!
He built her to a crescendo before tossing her over the waterfall. Her voice evaporated beneath his ministrations.
What seemed to be hours later, in the twilight, Ron emerged from the blankets and ready for more.. He covered her body with his, kissing her deeply. She tasted him and her on his tongue. 'I love you, so fucking much.'
'I love you too,' Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips, waiting for him.
He knelt between her thighs, looking up and down her body. The only time before, the lights had been out and they had to be quiet, desperately hoping Harry wouldn’t barge into the room at 12 am.
He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 'You’re incredible. How you managed to fall for a git like me.' Ron used his fingers to find her entrance. 'Love I can make you wet,' he said. Hermione giggled at his verbal internal monologue.
She saw him look at her, his eyes focused and determined. She mouthed, ‘yes’ to him.
He thrust.
He stopped, letting her adjust.
'I’m sorry,' he kissed her forehead, her nose, then her lips.
'Go ahead, it doesn’t hurt.'
Ron pulled back, just far enough to see what he was doing before thrusting again, slower this time. He kept a leisurely pace, moving slow, enjoying her body. She gave her body to him, letting him fuck her until he exploded. He couldn’t believe that she shared her amazing body with him, loved him so much she wanted this, loved him so much she wanted to share in the experience. Fuck! He needed to make her enjoy it as much as he did.
Hermione wedged her hand down between them, finding where they were joined.
She touched him.
'Oh fuck, Hermione, no!' Ron growled before seizing up, shuddering hard and breathing even harder.
'Sorry,' she whispered as he collapsed.
Ron kissed the side of her neck, panting. 'You couldn’t know,' he panted. 'I didn’t expect it and it was so much that I - '
'Next time, we’ll get the first one out of the way and that way we can enjoy round two.'
'You give me about five minutes and we’ll start round 2,' he looked at her with a smile he reserved only for her. 'One of these days I’ll last more than a minute before popping off.' Ron rolled onto his back.
'That might be quite a few years off,' she cheeked.
'I don’t hear you complaining.'
'Oh, I’m not. I’m glad that no one else except Fleur noticed and didn’t tell anyone.'
'That was very nice of her, not telling anyone. I was sure Mum would find out and then we’d never hear the end of it.'
'She wouldn’t. Anyway, Fleur and I talked late into the night. I admit it was very educational.'
'What did you talk about?'
'You,' Hermione ran her hand down his firm belly to what lay below, touching him gently. 'Some of it was educational, like what things you might enjoy,' Hermione blushed, hard, in the last moments of light on the hill. 'Others were on how to listen and treat you with respect.'
'At 1 in the morning?'
'Yes. You were out but I couldn’t sleep.'
Ron rolled Hermoine on top of him, letting her lay across his chest in the quickly cooling evening. 'And?'
'We talked for hours, about you, and a little about Bill.' Ron tensed. 'We didn’t talk about the weeks you were away. I didn’t ask and she didn’t offer.'
She felt his breath release and the tension flow out of him.
'Most of it was me learning how to treat you right, listen and not be so anxious to interrupt. She said that I should give you time to say what you want and truly listen and not for what to bicker with you.'
'Fleur said all of that? Wow.'
'She also talked about how I treated you last year,' Hermione’s voice dropped even further. 'I shouldn’t have done what I did. I was wrong. I thought I’d invited you and then everything exploded and I still don’t know for certain what happened.'
'You don’t know?' Ron reached out to touch her face, holding his hand still while she nuzzled against his calloused fingertips.
'No, I don’t. I only know what happened the day of the match and after but I don’t know what set things off? I still don’t understand.'
Ron pulled her up to his chest, kissing her softly. 'It doesn’t matter now,' he whispered across her lips. 'That was a lifetime ago.'
'Why won’t you tell me?' her voice cracked with unspoken tears.
'If I tell you it’ll only hurt you when it’s in the past.'
'Please,' her request came across like a heartfelt prayer.
Ron thrust his elbows back, sitting up a bit so he could look Hermione in the eyes. 'Did anyone tell you that Ginny and I got into a blistering row? It was a week before the first match.'
'No, no one said a thing to me about it.'
'Figures,' Ron said under his breath.
'What is it?'
He huffed. 'Ginny said you’d snogged Krum the night of the Yule Ball. Ginny knew. Harry knew. I didn’t. So I was upset.'
'Oh,' her voice grew even smaller.
'I was a wanker and handled everything like shite, but hearing that broke my heart. Add in that I thought your invite to Slughorn’s party was out of pity or as a friend - not as a date - so when that row happened, it felt like I’d been kicked in the bollocks. You were always talking up Harry. You went off with him and missed the match where I won the cup.' He huffed again. 'It felt like nothing I did mattered to you. I thought that you didn’t feel the same way. So when fake dosed me that morning of the match, I was mental. I was upset with you and especially with Harry, and I pretty much said sod everything and when Lavender praised me in front of everyone and kissed me, I said “why not”. Hermione doesn’t fancy me in the least, not when she’d gone off and snogged Viktor two years prior.'
Ron looked at Hermione, watching tears slowly fall down her cheeks, silently weeping.
'I had no right to expect you to wait on me but it bloody well hurt.' He shrugged. 'You and Harry kept things from me and I’ve always told the truth but I didn’t get it from you or Harry. I hate feeling left out. It feels like both of you don’t trust me.'
Hermione looked away. 'Do you want to know?'
'No,' His voice was firm, strong, full of conviction. 'It was a lifetime ago. I’m a different man now.'
'I didn’t,' Hermione said. 'He kissed me three times. None of it was snogging. He was a gentleman. I realized that he wasn’t what I wanted.' Her eyes took on a fire he’d missed. 'I wanted you but I was deathly afraid you’d realized how much I fancied you. I wouldn’t risk our friendship on whether you felt the same way.' She laid her head down on his chest. 'Ginny exaggerated and it nearly cost us everything.'
'You didn’t snog him?'
'Kiss? Yes. Snog? No. How I kissed you the first time was much more than anything Viktor did.'
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TITLE OF STORY: Do You Fear The Devil
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter One
AUTHOR: https://ichiruuu.tumblr.com/post/190849488349/title-of-story-do-you-fear-the-devil-chapter
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
GENRE: Romance
FIC SUMMARY: He is forbidden. Her heritage was stolen.Its been two years since the earth was attacked by the Chitauri. Victoria Bishop lives in New York and works for Tony Stark also known to the rest of the world as the Invincible Iron Man
When Loki returns for the Tesseract, she finds herself somehow drawn to him and his bad side. Loki is the type her dad warned her about. Loki is the type of man you want to hide and lock up your daughters from. As Tony Stark once said, "We create our own demons."But what about falling for one?
RATING: Explicit
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: mentions of rape and violence.
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Hello! This is my first Loki fic. Please give some feedback! Thank you :)
Something was off that Monday morning.
I could not place my finger on it as I made my way through downtown Philadelphia. It was raining so it had been deemed pretty stupid to worry about the day being off. The mood however…
I had forgotten why the mood was sour today. I was on the first train out of my beloved city to an unknown place. The letter had instructed me to move out and was shoved down somewhere at the bottom of my suitcase. That was a week ago. It had been about three months prior to my departure when it arrived. I was sitting in my office with my mother who loves to chide me when it came to my personal endeavors. There hadn’t been too many clients that day so I could pace myself with my work. My father, a well known doctor in Philadelphia, had been contacted by Anthony Stark. Mr. Stark was a man of many secrets but everyone knew that he was technically a superhero. His company had been associated with SHIELD, which we only knew about through the television and newspapers. The organization itself had based their beliefs on catching intergalactic criminals and stopping the world from coming to end. But after some fights with SHIELD’s director, Mr. Stark had started his own program to stop aliens (the spacial kind) from invading the planet. Stark Industries had hired my father to study how other species survive and live on our planet. One of them happened to be Thor’s younger adopted brother.
The job description required a young and vibrant person to assist Tony Stark with physical and psychological studies involving said younger brother. I had never personally met Thor’s brother but based on Mr. Stark’s description of him, he was a dick. Someone that you wouldn’t want to mess with.
When I arrived at my apartment that same day, I was not surprised in the slightest at how big it was. Bigger than my room in my parent’s house. After all, my father had hounded Mr. Stark about me having the best accommodations money could offer. Being spoiled at age twenty- two made me feel like such a child. Once the movers arrived at my new home, they unloaded all of my furniture. There weren’t many things that I owned, but the comfort of having them with me had eased my apprehensiveness of moving to a completely different place. You’d think I’d be used to a big city but Philly had nothing on New York.
My new place had two bedrooms, a single bathroom with a high powered shower and a kitchenette with a small dining room. Picking the biggest room was pretty easy. It was closer to the street with a huge window which I was thankful for. A daily dose of Vitamin D was good for everyone.
A loud ring coming from under the couch cushions startled me. Realizing it was my phone, I laughed out loud for being scared of something so silly. The caller ID informed me it was Mr. Stark. Gulping audibly, I cleared my throat before answering.
“Hello?” My voice cracked.
“Ah, Ms. Bishop. I see you’re nice and settled into your new apartment. Is everything to your liking?” I wasn’t sure but I had the distinct feeling there was sarcasm behind that question. My teeth grit involuntarily.
“Everything is perfect, Mr. Stark. Thank you by the way,” Mumbling, I said my goodbyes to him and we hung up. So much for trying to impress the new boss. Glaring at my clock, I shoved the phone under the couch cushions again. Like my mother said: Que sera sera.
The sun was the only thing shielding myself from my own homicidal thoughts.
I was drowning in my sweat and I wasn't even half down the block. I loved living in a big city but I missed Philly. Especially with all the pollution constantly clogging up my lungs and a car waiting at every corner to maim me. I was happy to go to work today. Today marked the anniversary of working one year with Mr. Stark. It was an honor and a privilege. It was also a degrading job that paid fairly well, the irony of it. I was a certified physician assistant to my father. But part of my job also entailed doing daily blood draws on the one and only god of chaos and destruction, Loki Odinson. Loki was Thor’s brother who also happened to be an Avenger. And in case you didn't know, Tony Stark was the Iron Man. I had started working with Mr. Stark because his most trusted physician had been too much of a chicken to go head to head with a god. A snort came out of my nose. Yeah, right. There was the small detail of Mr. Stark’s wife, Pepper Potts, having a pair of twin boys so Mr. Stark’s blood pressure was known to skyrocket.
Noise polluted the quiet vastness of my mind and distracted me away from my thoughts. I walked towards the upper part of Manhattan. A loud honking noise made me stop short and I turned sharply. A taxi had just stopped in front of me and kept honking. I kept walking and ignored the driver. It was usually what happened in these parts. That was one of the reasons I hated living here. It only made me miss my tiny bedroom in the outskirts of Philadelphia.
I was out of breath by the time I was inside the Stark Tower. Missy, the secretary, met my eyes when I entered the grandiose building. She gave me a rather nasty look. I gave her a nasty look of my own. When I turned away, I could almost feel her piercing gaze on my back. I tried walking towards the elevator as gracefully possible, but for me, I felt like I was a gazelle with its legs broken. Holding my head up high, I stopped in front of the elevator. Just as I was about to press the last button, it pinged and opened. Mr. Stark stepped out in his mighty Avenger glory. I was taken aback at his sudden entrance. He was about the same height as my father (a whole five feet and nine inches on the dot) with dark brown hair that was neatly styled and a tidy beard. He had a rueful smile on his face and I stared at him more for several seconds. He wore a pair of dark wash denim jeans and a tight black t-shirt. I wasn’t the type to stare at one’s boss, but Mr. Stark had a good figure considering his age and all. He had gotten married recently, and still acted like the playboy that he solemnly had been for years. Around me, he acted like an older brother or protector. It was because he was twenty-five years my senior. It felt comforting having him there, since I rarely saw my father at the lab. He still stayed in Philadelphia and traveled for meetings once a week.
“Ah, Miss Bishop. So glad you made it. What, did you stop and get your hair done before work?” he teased. I laughed.
“No, Mr. Stark. I had just set my alarm a little late. I knew that I didn’t have to start work until eight.” I glanced down at my Rolex, making sure I was right. Yup. Fifteen minutes until my shift. I shifted and let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Stark looked me up and down. He tsk tsked at me.
“Geez, Miss Bishop. You’re what, twenty-four now? You dress like my grandmother!” He shook his head but kept smiling. My lips thinned into a tight line, I examined what I was wearing. I thought I looked decent enough. I was wearing dark washed jeans and a violet blouse paired with knee high boots. Perhaps wearing knee high boots in the middle of March wasn't such a good idea after all. Business casual. Or more casual than business as he had once put it. At least I hadn't walked into work with Hawaiian shorts and a Mickey Mouse shirt like he did one time. We don't talk about that Christmas party incident anymore.
“Okay, fine. I do admit I don’t typically dress my age. And I’m twenty-three!”
“Okay okay, kid. What’s on the agenda for today?” He stopped smiling and had a grim look on his face in a split second.
I gave him a blank stare. There was a strange look on his face. Crap. That was also part of my job. He glanced at me almost as if he was gonna say something but held his tongue.
“Is it an Avenger thing?” I recovered quickly. “Or is it a code nine one one?” Code 911 usually stood for escaping superbeings. I could only pray that it wasn’t Loki this time.
He nodded and turned on his heels. A highly dangerous god was on the loose. Missy stepped out from behind her post and wordlessly gave Mr. Stark a silver briefcase. It was lightweight and inconspicuous, perfect for New York. Having a briefcase was the norm here. In reality, it was his Iron Man armor. He pressed a button to open the case. Stepping into it, the armor conformed to his body and he flew out of the balcony window in the lobby. Papers flew everywhere and Missy huffed. My laughter echoed inside the elevator.
My job was fairly simple at Stark Industries. Do a routine blood draw, stay out of the way, and do not ask the guard to leave while doing physical tests. Sometimes I was a carrier pigeon for Mr. Stark. He’d send me over to the Shield headquarters (each time the location was different) and hand over vital information to Director Nicholas Fury. Sometimes it entailed me going on trips out of the country which was a nice perk of being here.
There was only one person I could tolerate in the entire tower and that was Dr. Bruce Banner. We were both smart and we knew about the body so we felt comfortable talking about biological warfare and whatnot. On my first paid vacation we had spent a weekend in Calcutta where he tried to meditate and control the other guy. He had invited Natasha Romanoff. I usually stayed clear of her way. She was intimidating sometimes but her sharp wit often made me laugh. Her combat skills came in handy when my usual guard had to tend to some other assignments per Mr. Stark, so she filled in for him. The protocol was that I had to have someone with me at all times. The trust in Loki was so little. There was also Clint Barton. I rarely saw him since he had a private life outside of the Avengers job. He was married and had two kids so he tried to avoid the action as much as he could. There was a rumor going around that Clint had been possessed by some kind of unearthly power due to Loki’s influence on alien technology. Clint’s PTSD had sky-rocketed the minute he spied Loki again in the tower.
And of course, there was Steve Rogers. He and I never saw eye to eye on anything. There had been a brief time where I had actually wondered if the man in red, white, and blue had developed a crush on me. It turned out it was just his fucked up views on female doctors. Shocker.
The elevator was lagging today so I wondered if Mr. Stark had tweaked its hardware, again. I pushed the button for the very top again just to make sure I had pushed it in the first place. There was one person I forced myself not to think of. On my first day, I had fallen head over heels for Thor. Now that I thought about it, it seemed pretty stupid. Having a crush on him was inconvenient for sure but I was thankful that he had politely declined my advances. All in all, unrequited love hurt like a bitch.
Now, I was better after the whole crush thing. I had a few friends, I worked for a bunch of superheroes and my salary was the bomb lest the degrading part of it. Sometimes I went on dates but it was rare since I was so busy. I barely had time for myself! When the elevator opened, I walked out with my satchel over my shoulder. The air was warm up here compared to the cool elevator ventilation. The sun was shining just as brightly as it had been outside and the birds were chirping. The windows in the corridor reflected a rainbow. I straightened my clothes before I walked into Mr. Stark’s office to pick up Loki’s medical chart. Excitement was bubbling inside of me as I thought about testing his lipids and cholesterol. Loki’s metabolism should have been the envy of every athlete in the world. It was quite impressive how much food he consumed and how fast he burned away all the calories.
I shuffled forward while people passed by me in the hallway. Several of them waved or just nodded. Somehow I still felt out of place. Being the youngest worker here certainly didn’t make it easier on me. I was different from people my age. My degree stuck out like a sore thumb. There was always that feeling of not being good enough. Mr. Stark always soothed my worries about being useful. All the data I gathered for him on the daily had helped treat several people he knew that had suffered from a strange disease after the battle of New York four years ago.
I guess the only good thing about me was being able to stand my ground. I could easily stick up for myself in any situation. Fighting back a smile, I made my typical beeline for the fresh coffee and donuts Mr. Stark supplied for his workers. After grabbing a napkin to wipe the sugary goodness off of my fingers, I bit into my vanilla donut. I poured coffee with just a splash of cinnamon coffee creamer. A true queen’s breakfast. I walked down the hall while I munched on my goodies. It should be an easy day. I didn’t even have to start my labs until the afternoon after some interrogation and a meeting. Mr. Stark hadn’t been too specific about Loki, but I was sure it was a joke when he said Loki escaped. As far as anyone knew, Loki was locked in his room on the fiftieth floor like Rapunzel. Just as I was opening the door to Mr. Stark’s office I stopped right in my tracks. There was someone in his chair. My coffee hit the floor, sloshing the hot liquid all over my boots. It smelled like pine cleaner and...alcohol? My eyes widened when the chair turned.
There he was in all of his Asgardian glory.
I had seen Loki many times. I had seen him in regular human clothes. But I had never seen him in his armor. His cold piercing eyes stared right into mine. His eyes, oh his eyes, were a baby blue color that mesmerized me often. Right now they were dark like endless pools of black murky waters. His black hair was slicked back in his usual style with a few strands tucked behind his ear. The expression he had on his face was wild, animalistic. He didn’t smile. He never did.
Fear shot through me like icy liquid causing me to shiver violently. My legs were numb while pure adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was fight or flight at this point. I had no guard here. Basically, I was fucked. He stood up fluidly with such grace that it made me twinge with jealousy. Even like this, he was still somehow perfect. But something was not right. He staggered slowly. Then it hit me. Loki was drunk.
Perhaps he would kill me in his drunken state. He’d be merciful and do it quickly. His temper was downright scary. I had discovered that on the first day of his blood draws.
“What are you doing here, Loki?” I asked cautiously. He tilted his head and walked closer to me. I could smell the alcohol and it made me gag. I coughed at how strong and potent it was. It was most likely Asgardian ale. Earth alcohol had no effect on Loki or his brother.
“How in the fuck did you escape your room?” There was silence. A look of confusion crossed his delicate features. He didn’t even understand my question. It took all of my willpower not to burst into laughter. Taking a deep breath, I tried to speak to him again and get his attention.
“What am I doing here?” He slurred. He sounded coherent enough. Perhaps the alcohol was being sweated out of his system. It surprised me how strangely calm and collected he sounded at the moment. My thoughts began to wander as I studied Loki’s face. He was really attractive. There was something about his face that didn’t match Thor’s. Loki’s complexion was pale and his milky skin was flawless. Paired with pink thin lips and childlike expressions, overall he was angelic. He towered over every other resident in the Tower. During his first exam, I measured his height. He was an impressive six foot three and a half.
“Where is the tesseract?” His slurring was even more pronounced as he swayed back and forth, eyeing me with a hungry stare. He was heaving instead of taking normal breaths. There was sweat on his forehead. A sickly look graced his perfect face. Even as he scrutinized me, I could feel the power radiating off of him. He truly was a god. A regal and powerful god. He could snap me in half if his heart desired. My bitchy persona was back on as I shook my head. So what if he was inebriated? I could still take him like that.
“The what?” I asked stupidly, cocking my head to the side. I had a pretty vague idea of what he was asking about. “I said what are you-” Before I could finish my sentence, Loki did a very not Loki thing. In three quick strides, he stood in front of me, his frame completely engulfing me. He looked like he had fallen from above, like a malevolent god. The faint smell of pine and snow was coming off of him. His eyes were narrowed. I forgot how to breathe for a second and I swear my heart stopped for a few beats. Swallowing air burned my throat from how terrified I was. The odd feeling of having him so close to me was eerie. He had a thing about being touched without permission and personal space.
“I want the tesseract!” The windows shook from his thunderous voice. “Tell me where I can acquire it!” Loki hissed at me. I was so scared at this point that I began to giggle. This was usually a side effect of pure fear. His swaying did nothing for him. My lips pursed when he leaned down closer to me. A finger lifted a curl from my face and he tucked it behind my ear. A whole second went by before Loki seized my forearm. I yelped in pain, his steely grip squeezing me tightly. My teeth gritted to prevent myself from crying. Several veins in his neck were popping out in anger. Yet, I did not care what he wanted. He was hurting me. Even my teeth began to chatter from the anger I felt at the treatment I was receiving from him. God or not, he shouldn’t treat a person with such disrespect.
“I don’t where your stupid tesseract is, Loki,” I spat out. “And even if I did know, I would never tell someone like you. You are the scum of the universe, Loki Odinson.” And with that, I yanked my arm out of his grip, walked to the window and pulled out my phone to call Mr. Stark. A growl came behind me as Loki charged at me with an incredibly vile expression on his face. He bared his teeth, his eyes absolutely livid. It was the last thing I saw before he grabbed my arms and threw me against the glass windows. I greeted darkness peacefully.
SUMMARY: One taste was never enough for you and when you didn’t get what, you got a little bratty.
WARNING: 18+ NSFW*** bratty behaviour, rough handling, cream pie, breeding kink and exhibitionism if you squint, FILTH.
WORD COUNT: 1.1K
You had spent the whole day with Pablo and you had to share him with other people. After rolling around in bed all day, giving into each other’s bodies, being around people isn’t what you wanted.
But Pablo had made a promise to a friend to turn up to the party and make an appearance. He was trying to make a good impression in front of him by impressing him with his celebrity friends.
So here you were, sitting on a large sofa, half listening to what a mutual friend of yours was talking about as you watched Pablo speak to some people.
He looked dangerously handsome in that moment. Dressed in all black, with the bomber jacket hugging his muscles. The way his hazel eyes just lit up as he spoke made you clench your thighs.
You could feel yourself getting wet by just looking at him and that sort of thing should be illegal. Or maybe it was the fact that before you left the house, Pablo had eaten your pussy so good, that it left you wanting more.
You were getting impatient. The itch you had needed it fixed now. So you got up from your seat and ran to the nearest bathroom and took off your underwear and hid them inside of your palm.
You walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and slipped your underwear into his pocket. “You okay baby?” He whispered as his arms wrapped around you.
“Mhm. I just miss you that’s all.” You mumbled against his side.
“Go wait for me. I’ll be with you in a minute.” He placed a kiss on the side of your forehead before letting you go. His eyes were on you as you walked back to the sofa. You held his eye contact as you sat down. You parted your legs and his eyes narrowed down on your exposed thighs.
You showed him just enough to know that there was nothing underneath your dress. And the expression on his face immediately changed. Not even a moment later, Pablo was parting ways with his friends and coming to sit next to you.
He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you into his lap. Not caring that there were people behind you, you placed your legs on either side of his lap.
“What are you doing Princess?” He asked as his eyes drank in your body. They lingered on your exposed cleavage as his hand caressed your thigh. You took that hand and sucked on his fingers which caused him to groan. When you pulled them out, you put his hand underneath your dress.
He could feel your wetness and it had his eyes blazing. His jaw tensed as your wetness coated his fingers as you led them inside of you.
It was so brazen to behave like this in front of so many people but you had been feeling needy for him and you were going to get him no matter what.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game Princess.” He mumbled as he lightly moved his two fingers around in front of you.
“You shouldn’t have eaten my pussy so damn good before we left Daddy. I need more.”
“I told you to be patient.”
“And I don’t care. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll make myself come right here.” You whispered and then smirked when you saw the rage lace his vision. He gripped your neck and pulled you closer to his face.
“I’m going to fuck you up YN. Is that what you want?”
The grin on your face was all the answer that he needed. You were pulled to your feet and dragged to the nearest bathroom. You didn’t care that people were watching you, you were finally getting what you wanted.
Pablo pushed you into the counter and you moaned at the burn of his heavy hand swatting your ass. As he pulled your dress up and pushed your legs apart, he smacked your ass again.
“Where is your underwear?”
“Check your pocket.”
He pulled your panties out and growled softly before he stood up and grabbed your throat as he rubbed himself against your bare ass. “You’re a bad girl. A very bad girl.” He forced you to look at your reflection in the mirror.
“Look at you. Panting like a horny bitch and I haven’t fucked you yet.”
“Daddy.” You whimpered as you pushed back against him. With one hand still around your throat, the other pushed his jeans down. “I need you to fuck me so bad. Make me your good girl.”
“Fuck.” Pablo groaned as he bit onto your shoulder and pushed into you. The pinch of his length stretching your tight pussy made you moan and shudder in his arms. It didn’t take long for his hips to begin to move.
The power of his thrusts, pushed you forward causing you to bump into the hard counter. You knew you were going to bruise but you didn’t care about that. All you cared about was Pablo fucking you harder and faster.
“You just couldn’t wait until we got back home could you. You wanted Daddy’s cock now.”
“Mhm!” You bit your lip as you tried not to scream. “Fuck, you’re fucking me so good Daddy. You’re so fucking deep.”
Pablo pulled you back into his chest and held you by your jaw as he turned your face to look at him. As his hips never stopped moving, you tightened your walls around his dick as you felt your orgasm quickly rise.
“You’re about to come for me aren’t you.”
“Yes Daddy.” You eagerly nodded your head as you looked into his eyes.
“I think I’m gonna come inside you. Plant my seed deep. I think i deserve it after dealing with your little bratty attitude.”
Your legs trembled underneath you and your walls clenched around him even tighter causing him to groan before kissing you. “You want me to come inside of you baby?”
You nodded your head before gasping as his thrusts began faster. It didn’t take long before your climax hit and his thick and warm cum painted your insides. You whimpered and moaned softly as he pulled out of you and then pushed your mixed essence back inside of you and wiped the excess with your underwear.
You watched him sniff your panties and you fixed yourself to look at least presentable as he fixed his jeans and shirt. You turned around and were back in his arms as he held you by the back of your neck and the other supporting your back.
“When we get home, you’ll get your real punishment.”
Like the twisted person you were, you smiled and pecked his lips. “I can’t wait.”
SUMMARY: After a long day it was just nice to relax and put to use the big bathtub in your home.
WARNING: 18+ fluff.
WORD COUNT: 811
“Hmm, this feels nice doesn’t it.” YN hummed as she settled her back into his chest. Lewis leaned down and placed chaste kisses on her shoulder as she sipped on her glass on wine. She didn’t know whether it was the rich taste of the Cabernet Sauvignon or the feeling of his lips trailing up the side of her neck to settle behind her ear that had YN moaning softly in satisfaction.
“It does. Nothing beats being in this moment with you.” He replied as his right arm came around his front and used it to pull her closer to his body.
“You have a way with words Mr Tan.” YN smiled as she shifted her head to look at him with her head resting on his shoulder. Lewis was smiling so much that his dimples were showing.
“It’s how I got you.” He replied and then leaned down to place a kiss onto her lips. She moaned into his mouth as she placed her free hand onto his cheek and deepened the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip before pulling away.
Just a simple kiss had him hardening underneath the hot water and pressing into the flesh of her thigh. YN giggled as she faced away from him once more.
“One kiss and you’re already hard?”
“Everything you do makes me hard.” Lewis mumbled as he leaned down onto their shoulder and both hands wrapped around her.
“That’s because you’re always horny.” She retorted with a snort.
“Have you seen you? How can I not be? It’s why I put that ring on your finger.” At the mention of the word, YN looked down at the 4 carat pear shaped diamond engagement ring. A symbol of the bonding to be, a symbol of the relationship that had been thus far and the promise to forever.
“I thought it was because I was better at organizing your life better than you?” YN quirked her eyebrow even though he could not see her expression.
“That too.” He chuckled before he reached for his glass of wine. There was a moment of silence before YN asked.
“Where should we go on our honeymoon? I want somewhere we’ve both never been.”
“Santorini.”
“Very picturesque but boring, even for me.”
“Fiji.”
“Maybe, I’d have to look more into that.”
“Baby, we have more than a year until the actual wedding. Don’t think too much about it right now.”
“I want everything to be perfect Lew. From the pins I want in my hair to the lights in the reception.”
“And everything will be you perfectionist.” Lewis tickled her sides which caused her to squeal and then laugh. The movements of her body causing the suds to move. “But right now, you need to relax. You’re already stressed with your work, let’s not add the wedding onto that.”
YN turned in his arms, straddling in his lap before letting her hands play with his hair. “You’re right. Once I start thinking about something, I can’t stop it. But you’re right, I need to relax. It’s just hard not to think about our future when it’s so close.”
Lewis saw the glint in her eye. Talking about the wedding got her excited, talking about marrying him made her excited and he was proud of that. He had never thought that he’d ever be in this position. If you had told him two years ago that he was going to meet the love of his life and he’d soon be planning the rest of their lives, he would have laughed.
But that was now a reality.
“You think Bear would want any siblings?” YN mumbled, stopping his thoughts.
“She may not look like it, but she’d love another dog around.”
“What if i meant actual babies?”
“Oh.” Lewis raised his eyebrows curiously. “I’m definitely up for that. I don’t care what Bear thinks. We can start right now if you’d like.” His hands began to travel between YN’s thighs. But she smacked his hand away.
“Stop it.” She grinned. “I want a few years of you to myself.” She leaned forward pecking his lips.
“Well whenever you’re reading, I’m ready to put a baby in you.” He mumbled as their lips joined once more. “Or two. Or three.” Words whispered between kisses. YN giggled as she tightened her arms around his neck.
Nothing could compare to this.
Being in the arms of her fiancé, surrounded by the warm water, candles dimly lighting the room, a half bottle of drunken wine and music that had been playing in the background but long forgotten.
This was everything.
“I love you.” She whispered as she pressed her forehead into his.
“I love you more.” He replied as his hand came to the back of her neck and pulled her back into another passionately heated kiss.
