Hero Fiennes Tiffin IMAGINES

Basically Smut

*Read at your own risk. Highly mature, just like this whole book. Oops. Also, sorry I didn't finish editing this yet so there might be a few mistakes. Fight me & Bry :)* 

It was such an exhausting day, all I wanted was to get home to my baby. Just seeing him lights up my entire world no matter what kind of day I'd had.

I sit in the drivers seat and call him.

"Hello my love," he says, his voice smoothy like a fine wine on a hot summers day. 

"Hey, I'm on my way home," I say, sighing at the end of my sentence as it takes my last bit of energy. I have to admit, I am beat. 

"Do I dare ask how work was?" he questions. I give him a subtle giggle. 

"Work..." I drag. I can't even begin to describe how work was. A person can only tolerate the amount of being taken advantage for so long. 

"Right, I won't push. Just know. they don't deserve you. I'll come over." 

I smile. Just like that, the agony of work begins to dissipate off my shoulders. 

"I'll see you soon," I reply. 

**

I pull up to my apartment and see that I've beat Hero. I rush inside to try to work with the small amount of time I have to make myself look a little less stressed and worn out. 

I brush through my hair and apply a small amount of makeup, concealer was in dire need. Then I realize fuck it and wipe it all back off. If I'm not going to do a good job at it, then I'm not going to do it at all. 

The door opens and I suddenly feel his presence change the entire being of my home. Soon I feel the slow and gentle touch of his hands going to my sides and up my back to meet my neck. His cheek touches my neck as he bends down to kiss my neck and then my lips.

"I missed you," he says.

"I missed you too," I reply.

Without warning he spins me up into his arms and walks back until his body lowers onto a chair. He pulls with force and his hands tug at my thighs until I am forced to lean down onto him and  straddled him. His hands move further towards my ass making me feel warmth as he slightly slaps it. 

I love the feeling of his hands on me, in any area despite where that area might me. 

"Who's ass do I have to kick today for exhausting you?" he smirks. 

"Why?" I look at him puzzled. He suddenly lifts us up and tosses me onto my back on the bed, kneeling over me. 

"Cause only I'm allowed to do that. No one exhausts my girl, only me,"  he smirks, lifting my t-shirt to reveal my navel to him and he kisses it. I tense to pull down the fabric, but his hands stop me, proving to me that I need to be comfortable with my body because it's him and I love him. It hits me: if he can love all the parts of me that I hate, then should too. 

"Wait, I'll be right back, you have a seat." I say, scurrying away from him and into my closet, pulling out a small black bag and taking it into the restroom with me.

I'd bought the outfit a while back as a joke, never really thinking I'd get the chance to wear it, but I finally embrace the small confidence I've gained over the last couple of month while dating Hero. 

It is red, deep red. Very strappy, and emphasized my natural dips in my body as the matching straps went around my thighs, breast, and stomach.

After the battle of getting everything in the straps that need to be in said straps, I pull on some matching red stilettos I've never worn and ruffled my hair one more time.