The road home from the animal shelter was as lovely as it could be. Konstantin and you settled for an adorable gray tabby kitten. The kitten was tad grown, maybe eleven to twelve months old. Sadly it was one of those cases when someone's cat breeds and the owner leaves the children in a box on the streets. The little kitty was extremely friendly and willing to pet. When Konstantin was getting to know the little fellow, the kitten sprawled all over the floor offering his belly prepared for scratching. He had big curious eyes, almost all the time looking around and taking in its surroundings.
As soon as your boyfriend saw the small animal he knew how he would like to name it. So he started begging you right away to settle with him, and so you did. The new addition to your life was named Citrus. Of course at first it reminded you of a latin word which means a fruit of a juice, then again this word is used in many other languages for lemon or lime. The name is so easy on the tongue, and the Mediterranean fruit is great. You couldn't help but wonder how he came up with such a great name that fits the animal so perfectly. Maybe he had this on his mind for a while, who knows.
When you arrived home, it was time to settle Citrus in. After some careful reading of the instruction manual you've placed the litter box in the bathroom for the little kitty to use. And a bowl of water with his name always ready, whenever he's thirsty near the refrigerator. As the new member of your family settled in comfortably on the couch, you let out a sigh of content. This made you extremely joyous.
Later that day, all three of you were on the couch, all crammed up and snuggled. Konstantin's head was on your stomach, just on the perfect spot for you to gently thread his hair with your fingers. The little one was somewhere between your boyfriend's knees and chest, since he was so curled up almost like in a fetal position but not completely. Oh how you loved stroking his hair, it wasn't too long or too short; just the perfect length for you to move your fingers through it once or twice per ten seconds. Once every ten minutes or so he would shift his head slightly to the left so he could plant a kiss or two on your palm, sometimes on your little finger.
"I really love our little family" You mumble out softly, looking down at Konstantin. Even though you two have been together for five months you've felt so close to him.
"I do too..." he says "please meet my family, moja familia" He looks up at you, taking a hold of your both hands. "U Ukraina?"
He nods, giving you a confirming answer to your thought. Konstantin wants you to go to Ukraine with him.
"I would love to do that. Ja zhelim da videm tvoja familia" you reply and smile widely. Leaning your face down to place a soft kiss on his head. It filled your heart with warmth and pleasure when you manage to speak to him in his language. Even though it sounded broken, you were extremely glad he understood.
"My mom can take care of Citrus. Bin bude ummm bezpetsi. He will be safe."
Konstantin smiles widely to your cute attempts at communicating in Ukrainian with him. He glances down at the little kitty near his lap, as he was previously mentioned, before snuggling his head in your lap. "Spasibi"
The next three days were spent in planning and packing. The tickets were already reserved with the magic of the internet. Sharing a suitcase with your partner was easier said than done. It was like settling for closet space all over again. But soon enough you've decided to give in and made peace with the fact that you will have to do laundry more than you've hoped. Once the suitcase was filled up and closed you stood up straight, slowly stretching your limbs, and it felt quite reliving. You felt so fresh and airy until a pair of arms was tightly wrapped around your waist.
Your boyfriend decided it would be fun to hold you close, way too close against his body. And there were no thoughts in you to argue with his choice. You lean back against him, letting your face rest against his neck. Despite that he turned your frame around so you could properly face him and you happily obliged.
"So gorgeous." he compliments, and even after all this time, with simple words like these he makes you blush, your face in so many shades of pink like a watermelon. And soon enough you felt his right hand disturbing the tight space between your leggings and womanhood. His cold hands touching your warm and already heated skin, causing your breathing to become hitched and a bit louder. The worst part; by the worst I mean the best, was the fact that he was looking into your eyes directly the entire time.
He quickly sneaked his hand in your underwear as well and by simply pulling his hand back, he brings you closer by the layers of clothing on you. That hitched breathing leaving your mouth yet again. The way he remains completely serious throughout this entire process makes you already soak your underwear. And once he noticed what is happening, a big smirk gets plastered on his face. Konstantin stops the torture by simply moving his pinkie in between your folds, but over the entire length of your heat, including the clit. But wastes no time to use more fingers, moving them in circular motions over your crotch, causing you to moan. The heat runs through your entire body and you feel the need to hide your face right away. So you do, placing your head in your boyfriend's neck. To help him, and yourself a bit you spread your thighs wide for much easier access.
His actions are so vigorous yet gentle, bringing you to a state of ecstasy. He uses his spare hand to lift your face up a bit of his shoulder, so he could look at you. Then he connects your lips together in a soft kiss. That also happened to turn into a moaning and a sloppy mess. Your organism had no clue on which sensation that it's receiving to focus on. How such a simple finger work manages to make you go crazy, to behave in a nearly embarrassing, needy manner.
Konstantin knew how to push your buttons, how to make you feel certain ways. The power he had over you was immeasurable. God how will you look into his mother's face after all the things you've done with her son.
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a wonderful foreigner // mélovin.
Fanfiction"The only reason you're seeing this wonderful human for three days now is that the universe is telling you to do something. But you still had no clue how to behave. Not that it was awkward, it was good. You've never met someone, that you could just...
