The Morning After [Victuri] ✔️

Feeling Love

SMUT WARNING! This has been edited, not drastically and you don't have to re-read it. I only changed a few bits during the sex scene. Again, sorry for the inconvenience, love you all xxx

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"Would you believe me if I said that I just really like this hoodie?" I felt his hand still against my thigh, though tried above anything to muster every ounce of strength in me not to think about it.

"Surprisingly, I don't think I do," He chuckled, his hand finally leaving my leg as he sprung up, speeding around the table to try and grab me.

Seeing his hands reaching for the hem of my jumper I squeaked before also jumping out of my seat and away from his grip. However, just as I thought I was safe, a devilish smirk crossed his lips before a hand wrapped itself around my wrist, yanking me back into his warm chest, all the while me giggling like an idiot and staring up into Victor's eyes, so fucking mesmerising and the perfect mix of warmth and cold as I levered myself onto my tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"I'm still not taking off the hoodie," I whispered into them, so quiet you could still hear the soft flicker of the fire and quite possibly the racing of my own heart trying to pound its way out of my chest.

"We'll see about that."

With one more smirk, his hands fell from around me and he swiftly bent down, his shoulder at my waist as he hoisted me over his shoulder. Another squeak escaped me as he began to take steps forwards, however, only then did I notice that the single thing in my line of vision was his butt. I attempted to struggle against him at first, trying to pry against the grip holding my legs tight, but eventually gave up when I realised that it was getting me nowhere, so in favour of attempting to keep my cheeks the same pale they'd always been up until the day I met Victor, I closed my eyes.

Yet, a second later he stopped and carefully set me down on something soft and extremely comfortable.

I dared a peek, flicking one eye open a little to find myself in the living room?

"Red or white?" Victor asked, a bottle in each hand as I stared up at him slightly dazed from the previous swaying motion.

The smile on his face was unwavering as he looked at me and I noticed two glasses already set on the wooden coffee table. There was a TV in the corner and another fireplace, already lit; he really had planned out the whole evening hadn't he - dinner was perfect and cooked to perfection and now this.

"Red please," I replied, gifting him a small smile as he set down the bottle of white and opened the one remaining in his soft hands.

Slowly I sat up from my askew position and just watched the majority of the liquid drain into the two glasses.

"So this is your plan," he looked up to me, setting the bottle down, "you're trying to get me drunk?"

"Nothing of the sort," he mocked, clasping the two glasses and waltzing over to me.

Handing off one of the glasses to myself, he then took a seat on the couch next to me and pulled me into his side slightly, though careful not to spill the wine.

"I should've known you'd go for the red wine." Victor hummed, between taking small sips.

"And why's that?"

"When we met, that first night, you didn't once order a sweet drink - white is sweeter than red."

"You noticed that?" I inquired.

"Of course."

Emotions welled up in me and I moved my hand along Victor's thigh as I snuggled closer to him. Forgetting everything but that perfect moment we were in - it felt surreal and my family leaving, everything, just drifted away from me. Everything but Victor.