You had just awoken from a very much needed nap, after a long day of work, even though the nap didn't do too much good. You checked the clock on your nightstand and noticed that the time said 8.47 PM, so it would probably be about time to make dinner, even though the lack of energy made you want to just sleep again. When you had walked into the kitchen, you opened the refrigerator only to see shity leftovers and 2 weeks old milk.
"I really need to get better at shopping food, instead of clothes", you sighed to yourself, while taking out the food.
Outside the moon had set. The windows were all a bit fogged, caused by the freezing temperature of another day in December. Making your way over to your microwave, you took at quick glance out the big window in front of the sink. When you had passed the window, you stopped in your tracks, realizing that you saw something that was not supposed to be there, in the forest surrounding your house. You placed the food down onto the countertop. Taking a few steps back to look out the window, it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest, in fear of what you saw was still there. Looking out the window, there was nothing. A relieved feeling washing over you, as you grabbed your food again, oblivious of the person standing behind your full frame glass door, a few feet from the counter.
When the microwave beeped, signaling that it was done, you grabbed a fork, and walked into the dining room, while passing the door. Looking out the door, there was nothing but a few rocks, dears, and other animals wandering their territory in the forest.
Most of the lights in the house were on, since your Nyctophobia always got the better of you. It was a really big house, nearing a mansion, but not quite big enough to earn the title. The two-storey house, was build when your now late parents were in their twenties, so it was therefore not as modern as others, but it was still the house you grew up in. Being an only child, left you as the heir to your parents very successful business in social media management. The amount of money they had made over the years, before their car accident, would be enough to buy anything you could ever want, from anywhere in the world.
While sitting at the end of the dining table looking out the window to see the moonlight shine down onto the bushes and trees, you noticed some movement in one of the bushes surrounding the the house. You just brushed it off, as the thought of a person outside you house, seemed ridicules, since the house was placed miles upon miles away from the nearest house, and the nearest town was even further away.
After eating the food that tasted like utter crap, you walked into the kitchen and placed the plate into the sink. When you turned around, there was a person standing behind your kitchen island staring right at you.
"God, Chris! You scared the shit out of me", you squealed, while holding one hand over your heart, and the other used to steady yourself against the counter.
"Oh (Y/N), it's just payback after that Halloween party you threw, where you scared me so much, that I fell into the pool." He mocked, with a blank expression on his face.
"Jesus Chris, do you ever learn not to hold a grudge?" you glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest, and walking over to him, so you were right in front each other.
"What would be the fun in that?", he asked, while placing his hands on your cheeks, to pull you into a sweet and sensual kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled down at you, while pressing your foreheads together. "Are you mad at me baby?".
"Who could be mad at a dork such like yourself". You placed your hands around his wrists that were still softly placed around you jaw.
"Hmm good", he murmured, moving his hands down to your hips to hold you closer against him. You moved one hand to hold his jaw, while the other made its way into his fluffy hair. He leaned down and pressed his perfectly plump lips onto yours in a hungry and lustful kiss.
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FanfictionI accidentally deleted the first descripton that I had written, and now I do not want to write a new one. - They are smut stories, so do not read if you are below the age of 18. - Some are fanfiction and the others are just male characters I invente...