#godlyvansmut

Her mind raced with those kinds of thoughts, the supposed ‘calm before the storm’ type. She thought back to when his hands were all over her, his fingertips grazing over any inch of skin they could find. She remembered the dizzy feeling she had in her head when his hands dipped underneath the waistband of her underwear. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as she gradually came to her high, riding it out with rapid hips.

She loved how sweet he was in those moments. He always checked to make sure she was okay with everything. His lips constantly gave reassuring kisses to her cheeks and her neck. Y/N was happy that he was okay with the fact that she was a virgin. Usually, boys don’t go for girls who’re inexperienced. Van adored her innocence, wanting to protect it until she was ready. At times, however, he was a bit frustrated that she wouldn’t do anything. Those were the times where he was so hard, it was unbearable for him.

But those times were often followed by jacking off in the shower. One hand would be used to prop himself up against the wall, the other wrapped around his manhood. His eyebrows would furrow as visions of Y/N filled his mind. Her hands wrapped around him, before her mouth would follow. He imagined her body pinned under his as he relentlessly pounded into her, his hands wrapped around her wrists. His breathing slowly became irregular, even more dirty thoughts filled his mind. Eventually his head would fall down, the water still hitting his back, as his vision changed from black to white. His stomach tensed as his high washed over him.

Van wasn’t expecting the sight before him. Y/N’s robe was untied, the sides of the robe parallel to hers. The lingerie was on full display, every strap and inch of lace visible to Van’s eye, he practically melted on sight. His coat fell to the floor with barely any noise. Y/N didn’t even notice he was there. She held her cuppa in one hand, the other hand occupying a book she’d found a few towns over in a bookstore.

There was still silence in the room when Y/N noticed Van sitting on a stool at the bar she had in her apartment. She put down her book and her tea, walking over to Van slowly. His fingertips slid the material of her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, right by his coat. She shuddered under his touch, the cool air colliding with her warm skin, goosebumps rising. His hands settled on her waist after the tips of his fingers followed the lace downwards. “Love…”

“What? You don’t like it?” She whispered back, her fingers drawing figure 8’s on his thigh. He looked into her eyes, shaking his head.

“I love them, baby, but you didn’t have to do this. What’re you all dressed up for?” He heard something that sounded like ‘you’ but she whispered it so quietly, one could barely tell. “You don’t need to dress up for me, love. You’ve already got my attention without all this.”

“I wanted our… first — well, my… first time to be special… I wanted to do something for you. You always do… those things for me… I felt like I should do something in return.” She pushed his legs apart farther than they were, walking in between them. Her lips went straight to his neck, leaving delicate kisses at first. When she became more comfortable, her body slouching into his touch, the kisses became more sloppy. All she wanted was to hear those beautiful sounds coming from him. It was somewhere between a squeak and a whine, but it sounded so mesmerizing falling from his lips.

“Love, if we’re gonna do this right, we’re gonna do this in the bedroom,” he grabbed her hands, leading her into the bedroom. He closed the door behind them, walking over to where she was standing by the vanity she had in her room. He pushed her hair away from her shoulder, soon replacing his hands with his lips. He turned her around, bringing their bodies to the edge of her bed. He sat down, waiting for Y/N to climb on.

She sat on his lap, tracing over every inch of his chest lightly. His hand stay placed on her thigh, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He could stare at her forever and not think of it as a waste of time. For she was his muse, the reason his songs usually contained love and happiness in them. He gazed into her eyes like there was nothing else to look at, like there was only her. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Even more than words can describe. I love this, trust me, I really do, but I think - at least for now - it would look better off.”

Strap by strap her clothing was removed. When she was fully naked, she sat on the bed, waiting for Van to finish. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his body. He was absolutely perfect, from the slant of his shoulders, to his hip bones, which stuck out a bit. Y/N didn’t understand how she could be with someone as amazing as him, but maybe she did. She held out her hands, a small, endearing smile on her face. He gladly accepted her hands, kneeling on the bed in front of her.

With their hands still holding one another’s, their lips reconnected. It was slow and wet, which was exactly what was needed. His lips were soft against hers, his tongue gliding against her bottom lip, but soon his lips slipped from hers, travelling towards the curvature of her jaw, following down her neck. He laid her down, his hands removing themselves from hers, finding their spot on her hips.

It felt like his hands were everywhere and they pretty much were. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. He went back to kissing her lips, his tongue running along her bottom lip again. His lips lazily dragged along every inch of her body, moans and soft curses falling from her lips. They slowly made their way down to the lowest part of her stomach, her eyes rolling back into her head out of frustration. She whined, “do something, please.”

“We’re not in any rush, love. Just let me explore you a bit.” His knuckles were grazing the inside of her thigh as he spoke, inching ever-so-slightly towards her heat. He kissed the top of her thigh, making his way towards her hip bones. He kissed the skin right above her core, as the knuckles on his hands grazing over her bare center. She gasped out, her hands finding their way to his hair. He smiled against her skin, teasing her as she tugged at his roots.

“Van, please. Do something.”

“Of course, love.” His face pulled away from her, as his hands replaced his face. Her moans were only loud enough for them to hear. His lips twitched to form a small smirk, before planting kisses on her neck. The pleasure coming from his mouth and his fingers were overwhelming, curse words left her mouth louder than the moans did. But his hands and his mouth detached from her, making Y/N whine.

“Lemme take care of you, okay?” He spoke softly, pushing hair out of her face, and she didn’t object. She nodded, pulling Van down on top of her. They giggled, their lips connecting once more. Van unwrapped the condom and slid it on, looking into her eyes afterwards. “You all good?”

“All good,” she whispered. He smiled at her, pressing his lips to her as he entered her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, waiting until she had given him the okay again. Their bodies molded together, his hands roaming all over her body. They fit together perfectly, the last two pieces of a puzzle falling into place. It was just as slow as their kiss - hips moving in a perfect rhythm, Van moaning into her ear as her nails raked down his back. “Agh fuck,”

They could feel it, they were so close. Beads of sweat littered both of their faces, their hands intertwined once again. Hips rocked into each other’s, hers more rapid. His breathing was irregular, his chest rising and falling quickly, almost as quickly as hers. She was already on her way to release from before, her hips reacting before she even knew what was happening. Her high washed over her like waves from the ocean. Quickly after, Van’s high washed over him as well, his hips still moving until he rode it out.

They laid next to each other, her hand reaching for his. Their fingers interlaced, Van’s hand bringing hers up to his lips. His kiss was soft against her warm skin. She smiled, unlocking their fingers, turning her body towards his. The confidence within herself grew with every touch, she didn’t mind being bare in front of him anymore. All her cares and worries were kissed away. His fingers pushed hair from her face. “You’re honestly so fucking beautiful. In every fucking way.”

“Thank you. For… everything. You’re an absolute dreamboat, McCann.” He kissed her nose, bringing the covers over them.

He didn’t focus his eyes on the way her hips began to grind into him, but her face. His eyes scanned over every inch of her face, down to every freckle and every little detail he could. He didn’t want to think about how good her hips felt on his. He didn’t want to even think about the way her hands played with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He thought he probably looked like a fucking tomato with the way her lips were occupying his neck.

Her shirt was the next to go. He didn’t want to stare at her and make her uncomfortable, but the staring was worse. “Van, please, stare at my chest before I put your head there.” And he did as he was told. Her bra was honestly the best thing in the world to him right now. Both of his heads thought so, one more powerfully thinking than the other. He didn’t realize that she had made his hand grab her hips until he found himself gripping them, pulling him farther down on himself. Both of them were close some sort of release, Van’s closer than hers. Her lips were on his neck, leaving hickeys wherever they went.

“If you don’t… slow down, it’s….. I mean, I’m not….”

Van watched her from the couch. He was too exhausted to go out drinking with the boys, so he told them he’d just sit this one out, feeling a bit sick, which was a lie. Van didn’t mind that his roommate was studying as he was watching tv, but he felt terrible as he heard her groan loudly. He turned off the tv, walking over to her. He put his hands on her shoulders, beginning to massage them. “You okay?”

“Ryan, I can’t focus. Your sweater is just overflowing with your cologne and you’re massaging my shoulders and I’m just really overwhel— oh my God, right there.” His hands worked wonders on her shoulders as her eyes shut a little tighter. She didn’t try to, an involuntary moan slipping past her lips. Van didn’t stop, but his movements felt more tense. He was trying to hard not to let her know that he had become aroused by her sudden outburst of moans.

“You should take a break, Y/N.” He pushed her books away, his hands removing themselves from her shoulders. He grabbed his cup of tea from the table, putting it into her hands. She took a sip, her face contorting into a face of disgust. “Didn’t think it tasted that bad. Must be ya brain messin’ with ya taste buds. You really should take a break.”

“What do you think I should do?” She asked, her face close to Van’s. His gentle smile soon turned into a smirk, ideas rushing across his brain.

“I’ve got a few ideas, but I have no clue if you’d be willing to hear them.” Y/N turned back towards him after looking towards the pile of books. She was debating between studying a while longer or doing whatever it was her roommate had on his mind. She picked Van over studying, his hand yanking her away from her desk. He pulled her into his room, closing the door behind him. Although his ideas lead to a many number of things, he made sure it would start off as innocently as possible. “Movies and cuddling. The perfect cure for a headache.”

“I thought the perfect cure was Advil and a nice long nap?” She asked, settling between the blankets and Van. He tried to flick through movies, finally landing on one that didn’t look too bad.

It started out slow. Simple touches to the hands, arms, thighs. He’d left light kisses on the parts of her neck that were exposed - simple butterfly kisses here and there. She didn’t stop him, nor did she stir. She felt his lips drag up and down every inch of skin it could. She moved her head, giving Van more access to her neck. Lips traveled towards her mouth, sloppy wet kisses being planted everywhere when his lips finally connected to hers, his hands pulling her on his lap.

She put her hands on the back of his head, her fingertips playing with strands of his hair. His hands went to the front of her pajama shorts, toying with the tie. His hand slipped inside of her shorts, his fingers brushing over her clit. Her hands fisted Van’s shirt, her head resting on his shoulder. “Look at me, darlin’. I wanna see your beautiful face.”

She nodded, her eyes shut as her forehead now rested against Van’s. Her hips thrusted into Van’s hand, begging for more. Two fingers slipped inside of her, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat. Her hips moved in sync with Van’s fingers, the knot in her stomach forming. Her hands fisted his shirt even tighter, her breathing erratic. Y/N’s mouth hung open as the white, blinding light welcomed her with open arms. Her eyes were shut tight, sweat dripping from her face onto his, Van’s lips kissing away every drop. “Holy fuck.”

But now they were back home, lying on their bed, some of their clothes discarded somewhere in the room. Lips collided, hands found their rightful places, and moans came from the both of them. She hovered over the bottom half of his torso, her mouth making strings of profanity fall from his lips.

“Fuck, love, do that again.” He groaned, throwing his head back. His hand was tangled in her hair, but not in a forceful way. Her hands raked down the tops of his thighs and back up again, finding him a moaning mess underneath her touch. “Baby, I’m not gonna last any longer if you keep, oh fuck, going. Oh, God.”

She didn’t have to say anything, the little taps to his hipbone, telling him it was okay, was enough to push him over. His head threw itself all the way back, his eyes rolling back into his head, squeezing them tightly as he let go. His breathing was still heavy, his forehead beading with sweat. “You alright, love?”

“I’m good. Why?”

His fingers pulled at the elastic band, his nails scratching her on the way down. “Sorry, sugar. I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s fine, just keep going.” She chuckled, pulling him over to the bed. They kneeled in front of each other, lips connecting with each others. Her hands twisted the strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, his holding her hips. He slipped off his boxers and went back to kissing his woman. She pushed on his chest, telling him to lie down.

“Today’s not my fucking day,” he groaned, rubbing the back of his head. He’d hit the top of the headboard on the way down, which resulted in Y/N laughing as she put her hands on his chest, making sure he was alright.