The loud house x male fictional martial arts master

Lucy x (Y/n) Part 3

We got up to Lucy's house, and I parked my car in the drive way. With the hill of the drive way, it would be a pain to back out, I sucked at doing pull outs like that. Lucy walked to the door and opened it, met with the usual "hello Lucy dear, hello (Y/n)" from her mom, Mrs. Loud, and her dad Mr. Loud. "How much longer before dinner is ready mom?" Lucy asked. "About 15 minutes, the two of you were early getting here today." Mr. Loud said. "(Y/n) decided to drive us instead of walk today." Lucy said. The usual sounds of all the other siblings being loud continued to flow through the house. The loud family wasn't just their name. "(Y/n) and I will be upstairs in my room if you need us." Lucy said as she grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs. I followed her, as I doubt she could have actually pull me up a flight of stairs if I didn't want to go. 

Lucy walked into the room her and Lynn shared. I could hear her rummage through somethings, and assumed she was putting things she didn't want me to see away. I walked in once she popped her head out the door and told me to come in. I followed her in and saw a room that was so different. On one side it was darker and had candles and books with leather bindings. The other side had medals all over, footballs, sparring gear, soccer balls, if it was a sports it was in here. Maybe I'll show her some techniques later. "Hey (Y/n), come sit next to me on the bed." Lucy said. I walked and sat down on the soft bed sheets that covered her bed. I was then flipped over and was on my back, Lucy on top of me. "(Y/n), do you like me?' She asked. I was too shocked to answer, so it might have given her the signal of no. "I do like you." I said eventually. She froze, like she wasn't expecting me to say that. But her eyes, her black, beautiful eyes told a different story. They said that they were hoping for my reaction to be like that, to say I do. Was it possible I was falling in love with Lucy. I had known since we started hanging out that she had a crush on me, it was bluntly clear. But was I?

She was only what...15 years old. I was 17, I couldn't fall for her. That was just creepy right. But I mean, it was only 2 years of a difference. Her birthday was coming up soon too, at least before mine. So she would be 16 and so it would be perfectly normal. So yeah, if I do fall for her, then it wouldn't be so creepy. I was so busy in my thoughts that I didn't even start to realize she had been crying, still on top of me. Her tears had trickled down her face and washed the paint of her face away a bit, and then landed on my cheeks. "I'm so happy, I was afraid that you wouldn't like me because of the age difference between the two of us. I've never been more happier to be wrong." She said. The tears started to come out more rapidly. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and I could feel the slight difference in fabric of her panties on my thighs, and I started to blush more and more. "Great, I made her cry and now I'm getting turned on. All before we go downstairs to eat supper with her parents." I thought to myself. As if she knew what I was thinking, she started to blush and tried to get off me but as she was getting up it moved a bit side to side, accident or not, it made me more turned on. "Hey, lets get your face cleaned up." She walked out of the room after she nodded. I sat there until it went down. After that, I met her in the hallway, just as we were called to supper. 

We ate supper and then I walked outside with Lucy and stood next to my car. I could see out of the corner of my trained eye a crowd of children at the window next to the door. My attention was quickly grabbed when Lucy started to talk, "Hey, about earlier... sorry about that. I didn't really think it through. I just assumed you might like it." She said. I looked at her. "It's okay, I know you mean anything by it." I said as I opened my car door and got inside. "Also." I said blushing and putting on my seat belt. "I did like it." I turned my head and was so embarrassed I must have looked like a tomato from Frankenstein's lab. "Hey (Y/n), I love you a lot." She said. My eyes widened and I looked at her, more flushed then before. The shocked face slowly turned into a smile. "I love you too Lucy." I drove home after that, and decided that even if we were 2 years or 1 and half years or whatever years apart. I still loved her and it really wasn't creepy at our age difference.

We went onto get married once she turned 18, and finally were able to tell the ones that were old enough about what happened that night. We've had 2 kids, who look just like their mother. I'm happy now, and I'll stay that way as long as she's with me.

(A/n)- I want to know how you guys thought about this. I've been looking at my age demographic and I would say that what I wrote is probably a 16+. Something that I want to know if you, the readers, enjoy. If you do I'll write the rest of them like this. If not, I'll just write them like I usually do. Anyways, thanks for reading. I'll see you in the next chapters.