brendon urie
"Keep them closed, no peeking." He quietly said while his palms were gently covering my eyes.
"Yes, sir!" I jokingly replied and continued walking as he instructed when we got to the hotel. I was struggling with my high heels a bit though, my feet weren't used to them; I always preferred sneakers.
"Can I take these off?" I asked and he stopped, patiently waiting until I took off my nude pumps. Feeling that soft thin hotel carpet, I held on to them.
"Ready?" He calmly asked and I just nodded. I can't properly describe how much I adore every single little thing he's about. His voice, his pretty messy hair, his brown eyes, his arms and the guitar calluses on his fingers. Not to mention his voice that gives me unreal feelings; sometimes makes me wonder which universe I'm in. He takes me places even if we're at home, doing absolutely nothing else but lying in bed together. I'm pretty sure this kind of magic only happens once in a lifetime.
We continued walking until I heard the door open and a light switch click. We stepped in and the heavy door closed itself after he let go of it. Before he moved his hands, he leaned closer and kissed the back of my neck.
"Happy anniversary." He whispered in my ear and I could not believe my eyes. We were standing in a beautiful hotel room on the top floor. The bed was huge, with white silk sheets and red rose petals sprinkled all over the duvet. Right next to it was a table with a bottle of champagne sitting in a cooler full of ice, two glasses and a small bowl of fresh strawberries. The rest of the furniture was dark and classy which went great with darker shades of red walls, it was just amazing. Not to mention the view, I could see the whole city from up there.I dropped my shoes to the floor, walking towards the windows. It was mesmerizing and I kept looking out, observing the shimmery lights. Just a minute later he was standing behind me, sliding off my light leather jacket.
"This is... " I was speechless, which was happening to me quite often, he always knew how to impress me.
"Breath-taking, just like you." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I chuckled and turned around, cupping his face with my palms and pressing our lips together. His kisses always gave me that perfect high, which makes him my drug of choice. It felt like our lips were dancing together, perfectly synced, diving deeper. I deepened the kiss, lowering my arms and squeezing tighter at his waist. It was time; I had to get out of my red satin dress. My eyes hungrily looked at his, but he twirled me around, in order to undo the zipper on my back. He slowly slid down straps off my shoulders and a few seconds later, my dress was already laying on the floor, exposing my half naked body. I turned back around, connecting our lips yet again, only breaking the kiss to get some air.
"This is beautiful, thank you so much, baby." I said and continued pressing small pecks on his lips. "And happy anniversary to you too." I mumbled into his ear.
He pushed me on the bed, climbed on top and continued kissing my neck, going lower, until he reached my thighs where he stopped and pulled off my thong. I felt heat between my legs, desperately needing to feel him inside. He lifted himself up, unbuttoning his white shirt and taking it off. When I heard the belt unbuckling, I became even more thirsty for him. It was just like the first time we did it, except that was in my dorm room on a much smaller bed.
I feel like he hasn't changed at all. His body is still fit, his look still deadly, except now he's all mine.
He barely pulled down his pants along with the boxers, just enough so he could push it in. His muscly torso was above me, moving as his lips found mine. He started slow, but with every thrust he picked up the pace more and more. All I could do is hold him tight, moan into his face and suck on his fingers and his lower lip."Oh yeah, baby... daddy's gonna cum." He was panting, knowing just what to say to turn me on even more.
"Oh yeah, cum for me." I whispered and just seconds after he started grunting, he released himself. His plump lips kissed mine again before he rolled off me. Laying next to me, he was staring into my eyes with a satisfied look on his face, trying to catch his breath.
"What?" I asked with a smile.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. "Will you marry me?"
I thought he was messing with me. I mean, yes we have been together for 5 years, but we've never even discussed marriage."Come again?" I blurted out.
"Give me 20 minutes baby." He seductively said, winking at me. He pulled up his pants and lifted himself up. "I mean it." He got up and took something out of the pocket of his blazer. Returning to the bed, he revealed a little black box.
"Be mine forever, officially?" He smiled and opened it.I literally gasped, covering my mouth with my palms. There it was, the perfect heart-shaped silver diamond ring.
"Oh my god!" I quietly said, completely taken aback. "You're not kidding.""Not this time, baby." He pulled the ring out and took my hand, slowly sliding the ring on my finger. "So what do you say? Yay or nay?"
I chuckled and nodded obviously. "It's the biggest yay in the history of yays!" I declared and jumped into his embrace. Kissing his lips, I held him in a tight hug. "I love you B." I said and kissed him again.
"And I love you, my little cupcake." He said in between kisses.
And there we were in the loveliest hotel room, me pantyless and in a bra, him shirtless with lipstick stains all over his torso; engaged as fuck.
The only thing left to do was to pop the champagne bottle open and order room service; which we did.I was sitting on the floor in my underwear with the guy that I'm gonna spend my life with. Underneath all this class and elegance, we were still those two simple people that fell in love in college. He keeps my inner child alive and never in my life has he failed at making me laugh. Drinking champagne, eating french fries and watching some cheesy rom-com on the hotel room floor half naked never felt so freaking good.
Because we turned up the crazy and it was like shooting fireworks on the 4th of July... it felt more than alright; it felt victorious.
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FanfictionJust a list of random one shots, suggestions and requests very welcome! Contains fluff, smut and many more good things in life* Names of the female character (point of view) are completely random so feel free to change them to yours while reading...