The Artist II- 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕱𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝕿𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖓

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊

Just wanted to warn anyone who doesn't like explicit content, it's not smut but it kinda goes there.
For those who want to read, enjoy!

His soft lips travel down my neck while I push my hands through his hair letting out a soft sigh.
"Your Shirt.." I start to say but I can't finish the sentence because he's pushing his body down on me harder and I feel butterflies erupt in my belly.
"..it gets all wrinkly." I manage to finish and let out a soft moan.
"Doesn't matter." He mutters lips still against my skin his fingers drawing circles over my skin.
Maybe we should clear up that this whole make out session wasn't planned.
Originally Hero and I got dressed for our bachelorette parties but somehow we ended up on the mattress that's still laying on the floor and now we can't take our hands off each other and we're probably going to be late.
"Let them know that I made out with my fiancée." He says and I chuckle grabbing his face and smashing my lips against his.
I push my hips up on instinct and the clothes on our bodies rustle at the friction between them.
I slowly let my hands travel down and open the belt that's attached to his trousers.
"If you're going to open them there's no turning back." He mumbles darkly his blue eyes locked with mine.
His lips are swollen and red and are shining down at me seductively.
"What do you mean?" I mumble my eyes staying on his lips.
With his hands on my body I can't even think straight and I start to lean up again to catch his lips in a kiss but he moves up.
"We can stay in if you want? I don't need a bachelor party anyways." He says and that gets me to drop my hands from his belt immediately.
"No way that's part of the whole thing." I say propping myself up on my elbows.
He bites his lip while his eyes flick to my lips quickly.
"I shouldn't have said anything, bloody hell." He says and lets himself fall beside me on his back.
I laugh and lean on him my hands on his chest.
"We still have time, there's room for some kisses." I say and straddle his waist.
His eyes get an excited gleam and I push my hair behind my shoulders leaning down to kiss him.
My hair builds a curtain around us while our lips move against each other in passionate eagerness.
"I love you." He mumbles between kisses and I press my lips harder against his trying to let not any air between our bodies.
No words can describe how much I love this man and I just want to show him desperately in any way possible.

Suddenly the front door slams followed by Joaquin's booming voice echoing through the apartment.
"Hello kids! I hope you two are ready to rumble! I have some- OH GOD." When he sees me sitting on Hero's lap he covers his eyes and I chuckle. I sit up on Hero's lap and wait for Joaquin to remove his hands which he doesn't.
"Joaquin we're not naked and we're not doing anything."
"The thing I saw in Hero's trousers says otherwise." My cheeks heat up at his statement and I quickly move off Hero who removes his hands from my waist instantly.
"You can open your eyes." I tell him and he first spreads his fingers to take a glance and then removes his hands fully from his face.
"I brought you two something sweet but I guess you had enough." He says smirking and holding a paper bag up.
I shake my head and push down my shirt standing up from the mattress.
"Doing it before the bachelorette party, nasty girl." Joaquin smirks and I roll my eyes grabbing the paper bag. Hero disappears into the bathroom doing whatever he needs to do right now.
"He's gonna need a cold shower." I smack Joaquin's arm but my eyes widen when I look into the bag.
"Cinnamon rolls, god I love you!" I say and quickly grab one biting into the sweet deliciousness.
Hero comes back out of the bathroom and steps behind me placing his hands on my hips.
"Stop touching her you perv we need to go now, Tom is already waiting in the car. The strippers are not gonna wait." My brows furrow at his statement as he winks at me and walks out of our room into the hall. I let the cinnamon roll drop back into the paper cut and turn around in Hero's arms.
"There are gonna be strippers?" I ask him but the cute dimpled smile I receive makes my beating heart calm down again.
"He's just joking luv and even if they're not even half as attractive as you are." He says as his hands travel under my shirt stroking my skin.
I smile up at him happily placing my hands in his neck.
I push myself up on my tippy toes and let our lips collide in a heated kiss.
A deep sound comes from his throat making goosebumps rise on arms and I let out a soft moan.
"Stop making out and move your ass Tiffin!" Joaquin's yelling makes us break apart. Me with an eye roll but Hero seems not so disappointed as he smiles happily down at me.
"I love you you know that?" My heart explodes at his soft gaze.
"Yes I do but not as much as I love you." I bite my lip to hide my grin and he licks his lips.
"You taste damn sweet you know that." I hold the paper bag in front of his face.
"Cinnamon rolls." I say happily. He lets out a loud laugh but is interrupted by Joaquin again.
"If you two don't quit this nasty love crap I'm gonna frag Hero out myself."

I laugh and take a step away from Hero.
"Go before he brakes down the walls in this apartment." A small pout makes it's way onto his lips as he grabs my waist again pushing me against him.
I give him a short peck and then push him out of the room.
"Have fun but not to much." I say and he smiles moving out of the apartment.