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His mama had stood over him as she began talking. Wilhelm could hardly focus; the vision of the video (his video, his and Simon’s video, the video of Simon) burned into his brain on a constant loop. She hadn't asked him if he was alright, not yet, but he had stopped expecting her to early on in life. Duty first, he guessed, as usual. She pulled away and off the bed, rattled off the words about the interview he’ll do to protect the royal family et cetera, et cetera.

“I don’t want you to see Simon for the time being,” she said, and he glanced up, suddenly feeling like his world is fell away underneath him. He wished Erik were here, that Erik was still alive. If he were, then maybe this would all go away. He doubted any of it could now.

--

August brought him dinner that night when he’s too exhausted to even leave his bed. He said that Erik would want Wille to be himself - but how is August so sure of what Erik would want him to do to fix this, to just get this whole shitshow over with, when the only person who knows that is six feet under.

“Follow your heart, really.” August said. “Follow your heart.”

If anything his heart only thought of two things at the moment. One is the crumpled up rage he feels that’s been broiling under his skin since he saw the video; the screaming, panicked wild thing that wants to shout at the world and watch it shouts back until no part of him remains, no crown prince, nothing.

The other part of his brain thought of Simon. Holding him, soft and warm until his skin, kissing his neck and inhaling as much of him as possible. Kissing him, kissing Simon, an exhilarating feeling he can’t describe, he won’t ever be able to describe. Almost all of the girls he had kissed had kissed gently and slowly, like they were afraid he would disappear right next to them. It always felt like he was being kissed by air, a ghostly possession that was over in a second and just as uncomfortable.

He would have thought that Simon would kiss like that, he had thought Simon would kiss like that, Simon had kissed like that, before they really truly got to know one another. Now, Simon kissed hard and rough, like he knew Wilhelm wouldn’t disappear but just as quick, aware he couldn’t have him by himself ever. Simon’s kiss had the edge of sandpaper, tough grit and fine smoothness rolled into one. Simon kissed for the sake of it, like there was so much he wanted to do to Wille, do with Wille, that he simply couldn’t function enough to do anything but kiss him. Wille fell asleep soon after that, dinner discarded. He wondered if the last time they would ever kiss would be the time that caused both of him to want to recoil from society and away from the world. A part of him hoped so.

The nail on his thumb was raw and bleeding.

--

As he walked through Hillerska, everyone stared at him in pity. He was used to the stares, used to the way his simple presence shut up people around until all they could do was give him a dumb look. It was pity that was new to him, but he tried not to focus on that as Malin rushed with him to his first class of the day. He knew the things they were saying, drove himself insane as he googled himself over and over again, watching Sweden’s trending page unravel until it felt like it was all over. He watched as Simon walked into their classroom, turning heads for once in his life. Once except for the amount of times he had his, of course. He mindlessly made small talk with his classmate, but all he could think of were two things.

After class he rushed into the locker room to talk to Simon. He looked sullen, his features that were generally framed in a light source of their own were moody and dark, an awkward, ill fitting portrait. He wanted to kiss it all away. Instead, kicked at Simon’s foot, hooking the two into a game of footsie.

“What the hell are we going to do?” Simon asked, wrapping his hands around Wilhelm’s, as if he had any of the answers. Breaking news, he didn’t. All he could do was sit in silence and hold Simon, it felt like the only thing he could do. Unless…

“They’ve asked me to deny it was me in that video.” He could barely get the words out.

“Serious?”

Wille hummed, unable to interpret that reaction. “They want me to make a statement at the castle on Saturday.”

Simon turned, his head moving off of Wille's shoulder in a way that feels entirely unwelcome. Put that back please. Wille had realized that he could only really function anymore in Simon’s arms. As if he wasn’t touch starved enough, but Simon was hot and didn’t mind so it didn’t really matter. “But you’re not going to do it, right?”

“I don’t want to say anything.” Simon doesn’t get it, but Wilhelm doesn’t expect him too; too impossible to explain.

“But, Wille, everyone can see that it’s me in that video,” Wille groaned. He had forgotten that slightly important detail. Simon continued, “What am I supposed to do? But no matter what, they can’t dictate what you say,” Yes, they absolutely can, they’ve done it before.

We haven’t done anything wrong.” He had forgotten that too, spending so much time yesterday going over consequences and contingencies ranging from plan A to Z it made his head bled. But no one had actually told him that they hadn’t done anything wrong. Not even August, with his love is love attitude that came out of nowhere. Not even fucking him.

--

Mama had been waiting for him. Mama had met Simon. She never looked twice at Wilhelm, veiled disdain souring her mouth as she stared out the window.

“What? Why can’t I just have a relationship with him? And not say anything. Just live a normal life.” He knows why. He just wants to hear her say it.

“You’re the crown prince.” And there’s the world crashing back down onto him. “And that’s a privilege, not a punishment.” It’s both actually, but whatever, mama.

“Yes, but I didn’t ask for this!” Erik should be here. Erik would know what to do.

“Well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this,” his mama shot back. He feels like a little kid again, feels like biting his thumb raw. “You’re the only one who can take over the throne after Erik. Don’t you understand that?” He wished she would just look at him.

“You’re so young. When you’re young love feels like the most important thing in the world. When I was your age, I too had an unfortunate romance.” He wants to laugh or cry or release that panicked, clawed, anxious feeling that’s always been trapped underneath his chest, beating his heart faster and faster and faster. Unfortunate romance, she said, like Simon isn’t the best thing to happen to him, like Simon wasn’t the only one holding him together, like Simon wasn’t the only real thing in his world.

He snapped back into the conversation.“Is it worth it,” she continued. “If you feel that the attention you’ve been getting so far is unacceptable, it’s nothing compared to what you will endure for the rest of your life. We have a chance to cover this up. I urge you to take this chance. You may not get another.”

With Simon on one shoulder, and his mama and the world on the other, it turns out he was going to make the statement after all. Fucking great.

--

He felt like throwing up, but, to be fair, when hasn’t he.

“Are you ready?” His mama asked, like he could ever be ready to announce to the world, no that definitely was not me in that tape and that boy is definitely not the love of my life, thank you very much.

He dragged his feet, as he went into the room where Rosenqvists sits. Like Mama said, they only have one chance to not fuck this up.

Rosenqvist smiles at Wilhelm, her eyes hawkish. He musters as much of a smile as he can, playing with the buttons on his suit as the photographer directs the two around.

“It’s good to see you again, your highness.”

His eyes darted around the room. He could hear his mama and papa argue in the room they were in

“You too.”

The interview began then, menial questions about his existence that made him want to bite at his thumb. He resisted, knew that if Rosenqvist saw how his anxiety was surging through him like a freight train and mentioned it in her interview, his mama would be more angry then she already was. The questions are simple really, he barely thought about the answers and more about how Erik would have phrased them. Not like Erik would have been in this situation.

“So, Wilhelm, we both know why we’re here.” She smiled apologetically at him. Here we go. “As you are, no doubt, aware of by now there was a video from Hillerska that is going viral of what is rumored to be yourself and another male student,” she paused for a moment, uncomfortable with the what she’s about to say to a boy she’d been interviewing for most of his life, “being intimate. What do you have to say about these rumors, Crown Prince Wilhelm?” She’s less probing, then. He can tell his mom already prepped her on how exactly this interview needed to go. Fuck.

“That’s not-” his words got stuck in his throat.

“That’s not you in the video?” She filled, looking more and more saddened with each word, more maternal that he thinks he’s seen anyone in his entire life. He wanted to nod, wanted to do what his mama wanted for him, wanted to listen to what she feels is best for their country, because it is theirs now, isn’t it? Erik is dead and gone and never coming back no matter how much Wilhelm wishes he had been able to keep him alive. Wilhelm doesn’t exactly know much about what it takes to be king, not like Erik did, but he’s pretty sure a leaked tape is one thing a king is not supposed to have on his record. Wilhelm should want to deny the rumors, so why does it feel like every time he tries to open his mouth that it’s filled with cotton, that panicked wild thing grabbing hold of his brain and shaking it like his snowglobe. It’s begging him to choose the path of least resistance. And then there was Simon. Simon with his pretty soft voice and his even softer lips. Simon with his kind eyes and hands and just Simon, Simon, Simon. Simon, who has already been broken by the video and if Wilhelm denies their relationship then he’ll only break more. The only things he can think about. Just two things. Two things he can’t seem to choose between.

He took a deep breath. Erik would have wanted him to follow his heart, would have said that that would be how he becomes a great king. By being kind and good, and wholly himself.

He chose.

--

Simon’s mama shouts for a rematch as he laughed into his snack.

Ayub tensed next to him, “Oh, shit.”

“What’s up?” Simon asked, confused. Did his dad ask him to go home or something?

Instead, Ayub read from his phone: an online copy of this week’s Göteborgs-Posten screenshotted and reposted to Twitter. “The Crown Prince addresses rumors of Viral Video.”

“What?” He could have sworn Willie had said he wouldn’t do the interview. His mom and Sara exchange glances.

Ayub read on, “While the Royal Court denies rumors that the Crown Prince appears in the video that has gone viral this past week, his royal highness Prince Wilhelm goes more in depth on his time at Hillerska and the events surrounding the video. He says, ‘I started at Hillerska to focus on my studies and have kept to that.’ At this moment, the prince pauses and grows quiet.

‘That’s not the entire truth. The truth is that that is me in the video. I do not know who took it or why but the facts remain the same. There are many people who would want me to not address the rumors surrounding me at this time, and some even would want me to outright deny them, but I disagree. If I am to be king, and no matter what happens from this I will be king, I want to be the kind of king the people can be proud of, the kind of king my brother would have been, and the kind of king that if he saw me he’d be proud of. And that starts by being genuine and being myself to the citizens of Sweden and to the world.’ ‘Everyone should be allowed to live as gay or straight or whatever they want,’ says the Crown Prince. ‘And I suppose the former includes me, but I would still like this time to decide further who I am and what kind of king I will be.’”

Simon is stunned. Of all things, he didn’t think of this as even an option. He fishes his phone out of his pocket.

To Wille: just read the interview, what. the. fuck.

From Wille: Is that a good “what. the. fuck!!!” or a “bad what. the. fuck?!?”

To Wille: you’re so brave, wille, thank you

To Wille: also according to ayub youre trending as “gay king wilhelm” on twitter rn

From Wille: Fuck yeah, bow down to your king. Meet me before school starts tomorrow, courtyard?

To Wille: see you then, gay king willie

As Simon approached the school - having already been stopped by four journalists, three photographers, two nosy neighbors and one blogger - he could see as Wille nervously paced at the edge of the courtyard, his hand rubbed deep into his chest, shirt creasing around it. Simon couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened in the palace after Wille’s interview. From what he saw the queen didn’t really strike him as the accepting type, but that was one of those things he’d let Wille discuss on his own time. He snuck up behind Wille instead, held his arms and kissed his neck.

“Hello, my prince,” he said and twirled Wille around and into his arms. Wille let out a little sigh of relief and if he could have held Willie there for forever he would. Wille smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek.

“Can we just go one day Simon without having your weird relationship issues making a scene,” Sara huffed past and quickened her pace to the school. Simon hadn’t noticed the stares, it felt like everyone in the courtyard had been watching them from Felice to August to other boarders Simon couldn’t name, but that had definitely called him names. Simon can’t bring himself to care anymore.

“I’m so proud of you, Wille.” Wilhelm let out a little noise, the only amount of negative emotion that being schooled on refinement since before he could talk would allow. He grabbed at Simon’s coat and drew him in for a hug.

“I love you,” Wille said and suddenly Simon’s whole world had shrunk down to three words.

Wille quickly ended the hug and walked towards the school, his bodyguards following quick after. Simon speed walked up to him and grabbed his hand, “I love you too.” Wille broke out into that tiny golden smile Simon loved to tease out and grabbed Simon’s hand.

The stares followed but Simon didn’t care. “Just two things left,” he said, “Get through this last day before break and then find whoever took that video.”

“And then?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet,”

Wille hummed and played with Simon’s as they settled at the doorway of their first class of the day, “You might want to work on your plans.”

“No, my plan only needs those two things.” Simon messied with Wilhelm’s hair and strolled into the classroom.

Wille followed after one hand fixing his hair, the other clutching at Simon’s hand, muttering, “Just two things?”

Hey! Sorry for the lack of updates but here is my most recent fic!! It's a request for Evan x reader to help with evan's pre-performance anxiety :) sorry if there are mistakes I was pretty sleepy writing this towards the end but I wanted to get it out! I have made some edits since publishing to make it longer and more coherent (there were some perspective issues because I was so sleepy when I finished it off - pun intended) :)

Mumbles floated around you as you all sat on the stage, curtains drawn, chatting before the evening showing of chicago. You turned to feel Evan tapping on your shoulder. You looked up to see Evan in his costume, a white shirt unbuttoned so his chest hair was visible with black trousers and you were a little turned on when your eyes reached his face and you saw the beard he had grown out for the role, in order to look older.

“Sup babe?” You asked, noting the worried expression on his face. 

“Oh, uh, just stressed, can we go sit in the hall?” He looked at you pleadingly.

Yes! I am back! I am posting again! I have been on a wild rollercoaster this summer so I haven’t been able to post much because depression and girlfriend and then we broke up and maybe I’ll do an update on my whole summer but I’m planning to post again later on this week :)))))

You rolled over in the bed to see the sun shining down from the window onto Evan, his face expressionless as he slept. You stroked a finger down the side of his face and the stubble scraped against your skin.

“Mmh, Y/N…” he mumbled into your hand and you realised very suddenly that he was dreaming about you.

“Y-Y/N!” He cried out and wriggled around slightly.

A wet dream huh baby?

You thought to yourself. This was something you guys had kinda discussed, so you climbed underneath the duvet and undid the tie on his waistband. He mumbled your name again and ground up into your hand. Another grunt of your name as you pulled down the trousers alongside his boxers to reveal his semi. Licking your lips, you took him into your mouth and he groaned out your name, gasping over and over.

“Y/N… Y/N!” He cried out as he awoke with your lips around the swollen tip of his arousal. He pulled the covers away and you looked up at him from between his legs. To your surprise, instead of freaking out he simply lay back, one hand behind his head and the other gently stroking through your hair as you continued to blow him. Sweeping your tongue over his tip before bringing him deep into your throat.

“Y/N…” he gasped out in pleasure, “you’re so amazing… God, I love you…” he panted. You flicked your hair over your shoulder as you bobbed up and down on him, relaxing your throat to deep-throat him as he moaned your name, his fingers tangled in your hair as you wrapped your tongue around him. Before you had even really got into a proper rhythm he began to jerk his hips, muttering your name and gasping. 

Already? You thought to yourself, almost chuckling at the effect you had on him. You continued to blow the boy who was nearly writhing underneath you.

“Y/N!” Groaned out a warning and you released him with a pop, using your thumb to rub over the tip as he came and you once again covered his length with your mouth to catch the ensuing mess. His mouth formed an ‘O’ and his hand pulled your hair gently, groaning as you swallowed, rubbing your tongue over his tip as he rode out his orgasm. 

“W-What…” He mumbled as he uncurled his fingers from your hair. You released him and pulled yourself up next to him and sat on the edge of the bed before you run your fingers through his then even messier hair. 

“What’s up babe?” You ask, mildly puzzled. 

“How did I end up with such an amazing girlfriend?” He asked then pulled your head towards his. You kissed him, a little roughly, before replying. 

“Stockholm Syndrome?” You joked and he elbowed you, laughing. 

“Hey! You love me, don’t lie!” He laughed before freezing. “I-I mean not love me, not like that- I just meant-” You placed a single finger over his lips and smiled.

“I do love you, Ev. I know we’ve never said it outside of sex but I do. You don’t have to say it back, I’m not asking you for that, but well, that’s where I am right now. I love you. ” You kissed him again, this time chastely, before standing up and pulling his black hoodie on. He was speechless as you walked across the hall and nto the bathroom and brushed your teeth. You jumped slightly as you felt arms wrap around your waist.

“S-Sorry! Did I make you jump?” Evan’s voice fills the room and you giggle. 

“Yeah! But it’s fine, I promise.” You mumble through the toothpaste in your mouth and he smiles and kisses the skin just underneath your ear before turning to jump in the shower. As the room begins to steam up you resist the temptation to get in the shower in favour of going back into your room and getting dressed for school. Shedding Evan’s t-shirt and putting on underwear, you picked out a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt with a rainbow on it that Evan had gotten you for pride month. A smile crossed your face as you held the t-shirt in your hand and the door opened behind you. Evan let out a small gasp as he saw you stood in your bra and panties in front of the dresser. You sighed, ignoring the boy who was attempting not to ogle you. You were pulling on your denim shorts when you felt lips on your neck, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.

“E-Evan…” You tone warned him, failing in your attempt to ignore him. His arm snaked around your waist and into your shorts, you turned to kiss him, seeing his cheeks were bright red as he pressed kisses into your neck, sucking gently too. His fingers teased you through your underwear and you felt yourself getting wet against his fingers. Letting out a soft moan, you arched your back into him. 

“Hmm?” He asked, smiling into your neck. You felt a wave of affection hit you and you leaned back to lock your lips with him.

“We have school. And I just put these panties on...” You mumbled into the kiss.

“This won’t take long.” 

“That’s not a boast, you know that right?” You chuckled and he increased the pressure against your flesh and you gasped.

“I’m not talking about me.”

“Look at you! Being all confident-” Evan slipped a finger into your panties and began rubbing your clit roughly. “Ah!” You gasped out and your knees began to wobble. Evan smirked into your neck, the fact that he could make you feel like that, make you moan his name and weak at the knees, it made him feel such a sense of pride and happiness. You began to lan slowly against the desk as you ventured towards your climax.

“E-Evan…” you panted.

“Y/N! Evan!” Your father yelled up the stairs. Letting out an irritated sigh you felt Evan remove his hand from your panties and you grasped his elbow. 

“P-Please, Ev, I’m so close. Just, finish me, please” You begged and Evan glanced over his shoulder, hearing another shout. He quickly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them around your ankles, dropping to his knees and pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and you suppress a moan. Evan could feel his anxiety levels increasing as he used his thumb to rub your clit, the sound of your father’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Evan slipped two fingers inside you, pumping roughly and you stifled a moan with your hand, body twitching as your orgasm struck you. Pushing his hands away from you, you collapsed to the ground into his arms. You heard a pounding on your bedroom door. 

“I am coming into this room in ten seconds if you aren’t both dressed all hell is gonna break loose! Evan was not supposed to sleep in your room, honey, we have a guest room for a reason!” You scrambled to clean yourself up with wipes and grab a new pair of panties. 

“3...2...1!” Your dad opened the door as Evan pulled a polo shirt over his head. They made awkward eye contact as Evan turned progressively redder as he wiped the corner of his mouth subconsciously. 

“What is he doing sleeping in your room? He’s supposed to sleep in the guest room when he stays over.” You dad grilled you and you quickly made up a response.

“Uh, he fell asleep while we were watching Netflix on my laptop. Sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“S-Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.” Evan stuttered and began fiddling with the hem of his shirt awkwardly. 

“Young man, if you defiled my daughter- in any way- I will hurt you, and you will wish you were never born.” Evan’s hands began to shake and you took it in yours, rubbing it gently. Your dad seemed to remember Evan’s anxiety disorder and softened his expression. “Listen kids, just be safe, okay? And I never wanna see or hear hide nor hair of it.” 

Evan nodded his head, “Yes, Sir, of course sir.”

“And call me Y/D/N, Evan.” 

‘Yes Sir, uh- I mean Y/D/N.” 

“Breakfast is ready.” Was your father’s parting statement and the awkward exchange was over. 

This is based about a month after my last fic :)

7PM

You sat on your doorstep with Evan, his hand in yours on your lap as you both waited for Connor and Zoe to pick you up. You were wearing the black skirt that had got him so riled up once before, as well as a floral button-up and a dark blue denim jacket.

“Ev, are you sure you wanna go to this party? We can always just stay home and watch Netflix. There’s gonna be alcohol there and probably weed.” You ask, squeezing his hand sympathetically.

“Y-Yes. It’s Jared’s birthday! Plus we can’t, um, keep avoiding social stuff, people are gonna think we’re recluses or something.”

“Okay, as long as you’re sure. It’s completely up to you.” You smiled at him looking up you saw lights at the end of the street. “Here they come, last chance?”

“Let’s do it.” Evan said, more confident than you’d heard him in a while. You stood up and pulled him up after you, dragging him excitedly over to the car.

“Hey guys!” You greeted Zoe and Connor enthusiastically.

“Hey Y/N, Ev! Someone’s excited, huh?” Connor replied to your greeting and Zoe turned to smile at both of you.

“Well, we might finally see drunk Evan tonight and I’m very curious to see what happens, that’s all.” You replied, grinning at your boyfriend, who was turning progressively more red.

“Oh, I’m not sure there will be much to see, I’ll probably just fall asleep, hah…” Evan mumbled nervously.

“Mmh.” you sniggered and kissed his cheek. “Sure, Ev.”

7:30PM

You peeked out of the window as the car pulled up in the driveway. Evan got out of the car, coming around to your side of the car and helping you down from the four wheel drive.

“Thanks, babe.” You said as you slammed the door of the car and a vaguely familiar girl ran up to Zoe, hugging her. “Oh Zoe! Is this your new girlfriend?” You asked, teasing her.

“Sh-shut up... “ She mumbled, blushing before kissing the mystery girl on the cheek.

“Hi! My name is Brooke! I think we have Biology together?”

“Oh cool! I knew I recognised you from somewhere.” You smiled and the group of you walk into Jared’s house to grab some drinks

9PM - Drink No.1

“Jared! How did you even get your parents to let you have this party?”

“They’re out of town!” Jared replied, leaning back against his boyfriend. Connor’s arms were wrapped around his waist as they ground against each-other. The music was blaring and everyone had a drink in their hands. Evan stumbled over to you, clearly tipsy after being given a vodka lemonade that seemed to have been more vodka than lemonade.

“Oh cool! It’s nice to kick back, just chill with friends.” Evan reached the three of you as you danced and you pulled him to start dancing with you but he resisted.

“Not my thing, Y/N, you know that!”

“Oh lighten up, tree boy!” Jared shouted over the music, turning around to kiss Connor a little too vigorously for Evan’s tastes. He turned away from the amorous couple and to you. A slower song came on and you placed your hands around Evan’s shoulders.

“One dance? Please?” Evan nodded reluctantly and placed his hands on your waist. You pressed your forehead to his and he managed to slow dance with you without stumbling over your feet too much. You pressed your forehead to his and smiled, tipsy and happy with your boyfriend.

11PM - Drink No. 5

Five of you were lounging in the living room, with Zoe and Brooke casually making out on the floor. Connor was stretched out across the chaise longue with you in his lap as you chatted drunkenly while Jared began to blaze it. Evan stumbled into the room, a glass of water in his hand. Upon seeing you in Connor’s arms a wave of uncontrollable jealousy overcame him. He sat down on the sofa and beckoned you over to sit next to him. You looked at him confused, but got up and sat sideways across his lap.

“What’s up babe?” You asked, and noticed how ruffled Evan’s hair was, he had clearly had a few more drinks than you. “How many have you had?” You ask, concerned.

“Mmmhh.. Like f-five? Or seven? I can’t remember.” You run a hand through his hair and he grabs it, grunting, “Why were you sat in Connor’s lap?” His face was clearly flushed, was that anger? No… it was _jealousy?_ You sniggered slightly before regretting it as Evan slipped a hand up to rub your breast through your shirt.

“E-Evan?” You mumbled, looking around the clearly exposed room.

“You’re so hot… And mine… And I lo- I mean, god you’re hot.” He muttered into your ear as people around you danced and smoked weed.

“I, um, are you okay?” He reached his other hand under your skirt and rubbed circles on the top of your ass. You grabbed his hand and pulled it off your chest to avoid stares. The other hand was now groping our ass more roughly.

“God I want you.” He nearly growled in your ear and a blush spread across your face.

“Oh really? What are you gonna do about it?” You asked, almost daring him to take some kind of control. What you were not expecting was for Evan to slip his hand into your panties and push a finger into you under your skirt. A shock of pleasure ran through you and you struggled not to squirm in his lap as he roughly thrust a finger into you.

“I might just have to make you scream my name.” He whispered gruffly into your ear.

“Evan!” You squeaked in response as he fingered you.

“Yeah, that, but louder.” He pulled his finger out and glanced around to make sure no one was looking before he placed his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. You could barely suppress a moan and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. He pushed you away from his mouth and grinned. His face was still hovering near yours, nearly kissing you but moving away just enough to avoid contact everytime you leaned in.

“What’s up baby? Were you enjoying that?” You nodded and pleaded with him through your eyes and instead of taking you home to fuck like you had expected, he instead kissed up your neck, sucking roughly in some areas to form hickeys while everyone was distracted. Suddenly his hands were on your hips and he was shifting you so you were straddling his lap in reverse cowgirl and grinding against him, small moans escaping you as you let out little yelps of Evan’s name as you warned him, telling him to stop and attempting to act like everything is normal while he kisses your neck roughly. Connor and Jared looked up from their flirting to stare at the pair of you.

“Jesus, what got into Evan?” Jared chuckled and took a toke on his blunt.

“Vodka, I’d assume, possibly Tequila too.” Connor responded, laughing too before yelling, “Get a room, breeders!”

You jumped and attempted to move of Evan’s lap as Connor called you both out, Evan pulled you back down and ground into you harder. You gasped and froze, completely still as you flt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

“Maybe we will.” He replied, groaning into your neck, “But they’ll hear you anyway, you’re gonna scream my name.” He whispered the last sentence into your ear.

“Evan!” You reprimanded him nervously. Drunk Evan was hot and dominant, which was a huge turn on, but it didn’t stop you from feeling extremely conscious of how many people could see you two getting off. Your boyfriend finally stopped grinding into you and just gently kissed your neck, you slid off of his lap and curled up next to him, hoping he was done being so horny for now, at least until you could get home and finally fuck him. He put his arm over your shoulder and reached over to down the rest of his drink. You felt his hand snaking it’s way up your thigh as you snuggled into his side.

“Evan?” You mumble into his ear, warning him once again. “You are a really horny fucking drunk.”

“You love it though, I can feel how wet you are.” His confidence was soaring as he saw the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I just wish we were… alone right now.” You replied, kissing his neck and ghosting your lips across his collarbone.

“Oh?”

“Well I just… I _need_ you, Evan.” Evan groaned and couldn’t wait anymore, his boner was getting too painful to bare within the confines of his boxers.

“Y/N, will you help me to the bathroom? I’m worried I might fall on the way.” You nodded, nearly and Zoe laughed, calling after you, “Use a condom!”

“She’s on birth control!” Evan yelled back and you ducked down half laughing half embarrassed, as if people might notice you less if you made yourself smaller. This wasn’t true as a chorus of “ooooh!”s followed you to the bathroom. You opened the door for him and he walked in, dragging you behind him.

As soon as the door was closed and locked he slammed you up against the door, roughly sucking your neck, wedging his knee between your thighs and you ground against him, whimpering as he groped your butt and continued to kiss your neck. More whimpers escaped you and he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he explored you. He slipped his hand under your shirt and rubbed circles on your stomach before unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off you. He pulled his own shirt over his head and turned back to you, kissing you passionately and this time you slid your mouth down his jawline and onto his neck, but he only gave you the chance to leave one hickey on his neck and then on his chest before he slid to his knees, pushed you against the door again and pulled your panties aside. You couldn’t do anything but gasp as he slid two fingers straight into your slick entrance, rubbing your clit with his thumb, you were close to your orgasm almost straight away as he eased his fingers in and out of you, his speed building, getting rougher and faster with his ministrations. Evan’s other hand crept up your chest and rubbed your nipple through your bra. He stopped fingering you and replaced his fingers with his tongue, still rubbing your clit as you unravelled in his hand, unable to hold back a slightly-too-loud yell of his name. Before you could recover Evan had unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his dick out and pressed it up against your entrance.

He gave you a questioning look before asking, “This is okay, right?”

“Yes! G-God, _yes_.” You could barely get the words out and before you’d even gotten to the end of your sentence he was pushing your panties aside and then he was inside you, fucking you up against the door, ravaging your neck, the sound of your bodies thumping together and your moans, his grunts, it was unmistakable to passers by what was happening in this room. There was no time to adjust but somehow that made it better, you were soaking and he stretched you better than he ever had before. His hands held on tightly to your thighs under the fabric of the skirt he loved so much, your bra still on as well as your panties. You gasped his name quietly over and he indicated for you to jump, you did, legs wrapped around his waist. He leant you against the wall, unable to carry both of your weights for very long. He was pounding into you again in moments, gasping and groaning about how hot you were, how much he was enjoying making you moan, how he couldn’t wait to see your pretty face when you came.

Then he was spinning you to place you on the sink and he’s still ramming into you roughly, grunting, panting, your moans and whimpers driving this once shy boy to fuck you harder than even Connor had before. He began to whisper things to you.

“You like this?” He thrusts once “Huh?” another thrust to punctuate his sentence.

“Y-Yeah, oh my god yes, Evan, Evan, Evan!” You cried out with each thrust, barely able to deal with the pleasure he was supplying you with. His hair falls prey to gravity as it flops over his fact with his thrusts he flips it back and you moan with each thrust.

“Good, no one could never do you like this, not the way I can, right?” He thrust harder and harder, the jarring feeling sending shots of pleasure up your spine. His muscles, though he wasn’t particularly buff, rippled, clearly all that tree climbing had helped with his physique. You leaned back against the mirror, his grunting and groaning with every thrust turning you on even more.

“Never! Never…” You trail off as his thrusts lighten up and you take the opportunity to rest before he regains his intensity. He pulls out of you and flips you around, lifting your skirt and and pulling your panties down to your thighs and shoving his was back into you. You whimpered as he filled you again from this new angle, hitting new spots that make you nearly collapse in pleasure.

“F-Fuck, Evan! Evan!” You cry out his name, not caring now who could hear you.

He reaches a hand around to rub your clit and your body convulses with the pleasure as he fucks you through your orgasm and keeps pounding you, you realise he’s trying to get you to cum again, he’s never done this before. He slips a hand down your ass to your pussy, lubing up his finger with your juices before he slides a finger into your asshole and you nearly melt at the sensation.

“S-Someone’s been- oh god! - doing their, fuck, their research, huh?” You moaned and he grunted in response, moaning again about how good you are, then words are just spilling out of his mouth.

“God Y/N, you make me feel so good, I’m gonna fuckin cum, will you cum too? You’re so beautiful, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” He moans and you freeze as he thrusts inside you and you moan again momentarily distracted as he thrusts and you can feel him twitching and spasming inside you, he gives you a couple of final thrusts while he rubs your clit and fingers your ass gently, making certain to be careful since you’d never had anything in there before.

“S-Shit, oh my god, shit I love you too! Fuck, fuck!” You yell way too loud for your own good.

The dual sensations along with him kissing your neck and back, a hand under your chin as he pounds you, you cum again and you feel like you might be peeing, gasping as your most intense orgasm, probably ever, hits you and he gasps, you were squirting around his dick and this sent him over the edge as he came inside you, hips going wild as you clenched around him and squirted. He slowed down his thrusts, riding it out as you came together.

“O-Oh my god… That’s never happened before… I just assumed that I couldn’t…” You panted, looking at the clear liquid that was dripping onto the tiles.

“W-What happened?” Evan asked, still slurring his words, confused. He was still inside you, leaning over your shoulder, panting in the afterglow, you could feel the throbbing inside you.

“U-Uh I squirted? It’s like, um, cumming, but for girls? No one really knows why it happens, but I didn’t think I could do it, lots of women can’t. It just means you were, really fucking good” You explained, almost embarassed at the mess but holy shit that was the hottest sex you’d ever had.

He blushes before replying. “Shit, clearly you um, you can.” You nod, almost giggling as he pulled out and clumsily pulled up his boxers and trousers. You stood up and turned to face him, his arms snaked around your waist and you could feel his breath on your face.

“Y-yeah…” He gave you a quick kiss. You stood up properly, pulling up your panties and grabbing a towel to clean up, straightening out your clothes. You are both giggling, laughing still tipsy, the awkwardness passes as soon as you look at eachother and he kisses you again, then again. You push him off and your post-sex lethargic feeling begins to fade as you open the door and the pair of you tumble out, still stealing kisses anywhere you can.

“Holy shit! It was totally Evan Hansen and Y/N pounding in there!” You heard Jake shouting to one of his friends. You both giggled again, and you went over to the kitchen to make another drink for both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pressed his lips to your neck. Then he was littering your neck with them again. You can’t help but smile as you turned to give him a quick kiss before continuing to pour vodka into your cups. Passing it to him, you asked.

“Down it?’ He nodded and the night continued.

2:30AM

“W-Was that, okay? For you?” Evan asked, apprehensive. The pair of you were curled up in an armchair together while you waited for your uber as people filtered out, the party beginning to wind down.

“Evan, I squirted for the first time, it was fucking amazing! Pun intended.” You reply quietly, giggling slightly. His face flushed red at the compliment.

“O-Okay I was just, I don’t like being rough but clearly drunk me does and I enjoyed it but it scares me a bit and I don’t know…” He trailed off and you took both of his hands in yours and replied.

“Hey, we don’t ever have to do it like that again if you want, or we just stick to it when you’re drunk, it’s whatever you want okay?” You smiled and he smiled back. You kissed him on the nose and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I want to, if you enjoyed it too, then I want to.”

“I did.” You replied sincerely.

“I love you.” He says, your eyes widen. “Not just, ‘we’re um, boinking I love you’ but full I love you, unconditionally.” He smiled and you laugh softly at the word ‘boinking’ and kiss him.

“I love you too, Ev. A lot.” A car horn sounds outside and you see a notification from your uber.

“Time to go home?”

“Sounds good!” You both get up, stumbling to the door and yelling a goodbye to Connor and Jared, although you were sure they didn’t hear you, they were too busy making out.

3AM

- you and Michael started dating just before The Play

- You were in the same class for politics and he was surprisingly good at it

- You guys bonded over a class conversation about why legalising weed is a good thing and so your crush began

- He asked you over to his to help him with your next essay on it

- That boi didn’t need no help he just wanted to look at your face

- You both got high in his basement and he told you how he felt and y’all made out

- Your first time together was when you guys had victory sex after Jeremy defeated the squip and it was h o t

- This boy loves to kiss your neck so much

- When you moan he just stops what he’s doing and looks at you sometimes because you’re so beautiful to him, when you first asked him why he stopped he replied with this

- “I can’t believe I have such a beautiful girlfriend, so sue me if I like to watch her moan”

- “Fuck Michael.”

- He’s really into overstimulation

- “I’m on the pill, when did you last get tested?” “Last year when I was with Jeremy… I haven’t exactly had any action since then unless you count a 7/11 blowjob, so I’m clean.” “Same.”

- This was the first time you had sex and he came really quickly

- He wasn’t a virgin but he’d never been with a girl before and your little bi boy wasn’t used to doing the topping

- But basically he was slightly embarrassed so he edged you for about an hour, until he couldn’t bare to not fuck you again

- “Do you like that? Me fucking you? Making you beg with just my fingers?”

- “Fuck, Michael, harder…”

- Round 2 involved many position changes

- The first round was just missionary since it was so short

- The second time was missionary, then doggy against the sofa, then you on top.

- You came while you were riding him but he wasn’t there yet.

- He nearly came at just the sight of you panting on top of him as your orgasm shook you

- It was the most intense orgasm of your life and your whole body physically shook

- He insisted you didn’t have to but you gave him a blowjob to finish him off

- One of his mum’s walked in while you were blowing him and neither of you knew they were home

- You barely had time to roll off the sofa and get out of her line of sight, considering you were still half naked

- He covered his bottom half and most of your body at his feet with a blanket and a pillow over his erection

- “Where’s Y/N? I didn’t see her go!”

- “She headed home about an hour ago.”

- “Okay, your mum and I will be upstairs. Dinner in an hour.”

- “Cool, Mum” you started giving him a handjob under the blanket and his eyes widened slightly and his mum cocked her eyebrow

- You couldn’t really move your hand up and down his length without being visible so you just rubbed the base and his balls

- “Also your aunt will be over tomorrow for lunch, what does your cousin like to eat?”

- “I, um- shit, I’m not sure, p-pasta should be fine.. she’s- she’s VEGAN! Yep I just r-remembered she’s vegan.” He stuttered through the sentence

- “Okay.” She leaves the basement and on her way out she shouts “I’ll see you at dinner too, Y/N!”

- Michael yells at his mum to shut up as you finish him off

- you’re blushing really hard while you laugh and you hear his other mum’s high pitched laughter

- “Mum! Sto-op!” He cut himself off as he came

- More laughter followed from you and them

- This led to a very awkward lunch

- Michael introduces you as his girlfriend

- You accidentally let it slip in conversation that you were bisexual when you mentioned Christine was your ex girlfriend and his mothers wouldn’t stop talking about it

- “Well you’ve gotta keep the gay in the family right? Not surprised our son found himself someone else in the lgbt community!”

- So clearly they approved

- But then they started talking about sex in the house and safety and shit

- It was the most awkward conversation

- But Michael didn’t really care anymore because you were holding his hand under the table and neither of you were paying attention

- You were too busy staring at eachother

- into eachother eyes

So this is the sequel to my smutfic, Practice. Read that first for context, if not, just know that the reader has just started dating Evan and Heidi has come home just after they had sex for the first time. (Also I know she took her underwear off upstairs, but for the sake of the plot, we’ll pretend it’s possible for her to have forgotten them downstairs.

“Okay, um, are we telling her?” You asked hurriedly, still getting dressed.

“W-What no! She can never know we did this, ever, I’d never hear the end of it!” Evan’s eyes widened.“N-No, not that we had sex! That we’re… Together? I don’t know if you want to see where this goes first.”

“O-Oh. Right, that makes more sense, much more… sense… Yes. If you, you want to tell her. This is new, I’ve never, well, dated anyone before. Obviously.

You knew that. Duh… Ha…” Evan rambled, grinning awkwardly. You took kiss hands and kissed him on the nose. He smiled at you and for a moment, you forgot that Heidi was moments away from finding your underwear wedged into the couch.

“Shit! Go, go!” Evan muttered and pushed you out of the door. Evan hid your tights under his pillow as you arrived downstairs, peeping around the corner to look into the living room. Heidi was walking into the living room from the kitchen and you spotted your underwear tucked into the corner of the sofa.

“Heidi! Hey! You rushed forward before she could reach the sofa. She paused just in front of it and grinned at the sight of you. Your hair was messy, to say the least, so you hoped she wouldn’t question it.

“Y/N! How are you?” She pulled you into a hug and you smiled, almost forgetting why you were here. You stood back, blocking her view of the sofa. Evan arrived at the bottom of the stairs and you maintained the conversation with her while you pointed behind your back at the panties stuffed into the couch. Evan came and stood next to you.

“Hey, Mom! You’re back early, that’s, unusual. Y/N’s gonna be here for dinner tonight if that’s okay.” Evan spoke awkwardly, fiddling with his shirt. This was the singular time that he wished his mother hadn’t been around

“I thought you’d be excited! They double booked my shift so I got out of it!” Evan nodded and sat down on the sofa, exactly where your panties were. You sat next to him, feeling uncomfortably bare.

“Do you feel like watching a movie? I just ordered pizza.” Heidi asked the pair of you.“Sounds good!” You answer chirpily and Evan just smiled, you see him slip your underwear into his pocket.

“Also…” You took Evan’s hand and squeezed it. “I guess, um, Evan and I are dating now.” You mumbled to his mother. “Oh?” Heidi raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “I know it’s kind of, um, sudden and we only really decided like 15 minutes ago but I really care about her…”

“Ev, I don’t care. Y/N will be great for you! I’m gonna go grab some blankets, we can eat the pizza on the couch. “ Heidi smiled at the pair of you and you couldn’t help but grin. Evan looked at you and you noticed him sweating slightly, his anxiety getting the better of him.

“Ev, are you okay? We can head out if you want, I’ll take you for a drive through the forest?”

“N-No, it’s okay, I just, um, I feel a bit overwhelmed. Can we put on a movie? I just need to, to calm down.”

“Okay, whatever you need. If this-” You gestured between the pair of you, “Is too much, we can stay friends.” You gave him an out and his eyes widened once again and he leaned forward, kissing you. You relaxed into it, not realising how tense you had become. Evan’s burst of confidence led him to deepen the kiss.

“Ahem.”

Heidi interrupted and you jumped apart Evan let out a muffled yell. She chuckled at the pair of you and walked into the room. Evan fiddled with the hem of his shirt and you struggled not to laugh.

“Oh come on, don’t worry Evan! It’s fine, you’re teenagers. Just maybe keep it out of my line of sight, huh?” Heidi laughed again, the pair of you were awkwardly silent and you silently thanked God that the doorbell rang at that moment. “This evening is gonna be a bit awkward huh?”

—

It was a month later when you walked through the double doors slightly late. The mid-winter break was over and you had been away skiing with your family and hadn’t seen Evan ever since the night you’d slept together. Of course, you had texted and FaceTimed non-stop and barely left the actual lodge for fear of losing the wifi and not being able to reply. You saw your boyfriend stood at his locker nervously, with what looked like a small bouquet of flowers for you. You couldn’t help but smile as you approached him.

“Y-Y/N! Hi!” He grinned at the sight of you, his body visibly relaxing before he handed you the flowers.

“I, um, I got you these because, well I saw them this morning and I thought you’d like them since your bag has flowers on it…” You smiled again and gave him a small hug.

“Thanks, Evan, they’re really pretty!” You remarked, placing them into your locker before closing the door and turning back to him.

“So. I spoke to Zoe and, well, she said she didn’t mind at all and she’s happy for us. Connor said they’ll meet us at lunchtime.”

“Okay, time for English class?” You asked. You were both in the same classes, barring some of your electives, so you had this lesson together.

“Yep.” He took your hand and you looked down at it. “Oh, I get if you don’t want people to know that’s okay” he mumbled, letting go. “I understand that since I’m kind of a loser and people actually think you’re cool.” Evan rambled. You took both of Evan’s hands, feeling very self-conscious as you kissed him. A chorus of ‘Oooh!’s rippled through the corridor and you disconnected, trying not to laugh, you pressed your forehead to his, looking at the floor.

“You aren’t a loser, okay? I love you. I don’t care that people knew we were friends and I don’t care that people know we’re dating.” You recoiled inside at the general cringe of the words leaving your mouth, but they were true and they seemed to comfort Evan.

“Okay.” He mumbled, kissing you again quickly before letting go of one of your hands to pick up his bag. The pair of you walked into the classroom and sat next to each other. You brought your bottle of water to your lips as Evan muttered something to you.

“Oh also, I still have your um, you know, underwear and the tights. You never got them back from me.” He whispered and you choked on the water that you had just sipped.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll have to come over later and get them I guess.” You tried to play it cool but you had turned bright red and Evan was blushing too. You arrived at Evan’s front door. Your boyfriend opened it before you could even knock, clearly, he was still feeling nervous about the two of you.

He handed you a small plastic bag with your tights and underwear inside. You took them and looked back up at him. "Thanks..." You mumbled. He kissed you quickly before speaking."Uh, I have a lot of work to do tonight- like an essay for History, so if it's okay, could we hang out tomorrow? I really need to focus and I definitely can't do that with you around." He explained. You raised an eyebrow, questioning his statement.

"Why can't you focus with me around?"

"Well, because, I, um. Holy shit. I could barely focus in our lessons today. You're wearing the same skirt as the other night... You know? Sorry I know that’s weird." You tried not to laugh at Evan's reasoning before nodding. "Okay, I get it. I won't wear this skirt again then." You promised and you saw relief sweep across his face. You gave Evan a lingering kiss, his hands moved to your waist and yours cupped his face. You kissed until he finally pulled away, blushing and looked down at you.

“Love you.” He mumbled, his heart swelling with affection for you, how had he found someone who was so understanding, kind and beautiful? Who wasn’t phased by his awkwardness?

“Love you too Evan.” You replied, smiling at his shyness. Evan fiddled with the hem of his polo shirt.

“Bye then, Y/N.”

“Bye, Ev.” You turned to get back in your car and heard the door close behind you. The tension was clear, but you couldn’t tell yet whether it was sexual, or just Evan’s awkwardness. Likely a combination, since he didn’t really know how to handle his more sexual feelings. You started to think over how you could make him more comfortable talking to you about it. You came to the conclusion that the only way to make him more comfortable was to be open. You would go back over there and explain to him that he didn’t have to hide those things. You opened the car door and put the bag that Evan gave you on the back seat. Walking over to the door, you took a few deep breaths before knocking, preparing yourself for what could be a awkward chat. You knocked on the door and got no reply, but he hadn’t closed it properly and it swung open.

You walked into the house and peered around for Evan. He was nowhere in sight, having obviously retreated to his room to write his essay.

“Evan! You called up the staircase. No reply. You ventured upstairs, the steps creaking beneath your feet and the house was oddly silent. Evan usually listened to music while he worked, but maybe he was still getting his stuff out.

You pushed open the door to his bedroom and quickly backtracked at Evan fell out of his desk chair and cried out. “Y/N! What are you, why are you her- I wasn’t doing anything!” You stood, slightly shocked as Evan lay outstretched on the floor, pants around his ankles. He had clearly been masturbating. You cringed, helping him up and he very quickly pulled his boxers and khakis up.

“Holy shit, Evan.” You gasped out. “I, um, I was actually here to discuss that. Shit, I wasn’t actually expecting it to go this way. I wanted to say if you’re feeling things like that it’s okay to tell me. I feel like that too, it’s part of being in a relationship. Sharing that with each other, y’know?” You managed to force the words out of your mouth, cringing and waiting for his response. “I just, just want you to know I don’t do that a lot, like at all, I really don’t. It was just, shit, it was that fucking skirt.” He fiddled with the hem of his polo shirt and stared at his feet. You blushed a little at the idea of him finding you attractive. “It’s okay if you jerk off, Evan!” His eyes got wider and his blush intensified. You took his hands and smiled at him, his eyes meeting yours.

“Okay.” He replied, smiling back at you. You placed your arms on his shoulders and fiddled with the hair at the base of his neck, before leaning in and kissing him.

“So, do you want some help with that?” You ventured, hands still around his neck.

“Um, I mean, you don’t have to, if you’re not in the mood, I hate that you just got back and this is what we’re doing… I can’t help it, I still feel like I’m using you.”

“Evan, I’m in the mood okay? And it’s not using me, I told you I enjoy it and honestly I’ve been so wound up. I was sharing a room with my sister and I kept dreaming about you. That’s a bad combo.” He blushed again at your response and you pecked him on the lips before stepping back and pulling your shirt off. Evan inhaled sharply at the sight of you in just your bra and skirt. You pulled off your tights and your underwear along with them.

“Oh my god.” Evan breathed out.

“What?” You chuckled at his expression, but you knew you had to initiate things until he became more confident.

“Just, wow. How did, how did you become my girlfriend? You’re so pretty…” he trailed off. You blushed and went to unzip your skirt but Evan stopped you.

“Keep it on? Please?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked away, embarrassment clear on his face.

“Okay.” You replied without hesitation, your boyfriend perked up and you reached forward, unbuttoning his polo shirt and kissing the newly exposed skin. He moaned out softly at your touch and you smiled against his neck before sucking on it harshly. He let out a grunt and his left hand became tangled in your hair as he gasped out. You pulled the shirt over his head and kissed down his chest to his trousers. They dropped to the ground with a thud and his boxers followed.

Once again his rather impressive length was before you and you rubbed your thumb over the head. Evan couldn’t help but moan.

“Oh… oh god.” His eyes fluttered shut and you leaned forward to take him into your mouth. You took a little under half of him in, as you began to bob up and down he let out a half-strangled cry before throwing a hand over his mouth. You released him before commenting.

“Don’t you dare cover up those sounds, they’re beautiful.” You scolded him and returned to his dick.

“I- okay….” he mumbled in reply, almost embarrassed at his own embarrassment.

Engulfing him all the way to the back of your throat, you rubbed what you couldn’t reach and he let out a beautiful sound, gasping and breathing out your name. You felt yourself getting wetter and your clit began to throb harder and harder as he gasped out. You bobbed your head up and down a few more times and he groaned out your name again. You pulled your mouth off of him and he looked down at you, disappointed.

“God, Evan I need you to fuck me.”

“I’m not gonna last long though…” he mumbled.

“Me neither.” You replied, sitting on his desk, you undid your bra and he gasped merely at the sight of the exposed flesh.

“Okay, um wow, you’re so hot.” He muttered. You laughed and leaned over to pull a condom out of the bedside table next to the desk. He took it from you and wrapped it over himself. You grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to you, kissing him again. Moaning into the kiss as you felt him press against you. You could see how apprehensive he was and you took his length into your hand, rubbing it gently.

“Ready?” You asked and he nodded. You let go and leaned back, arranging yourself so you were sat right at the edge of the desk. He gingerly placed a finger at you entrance, easing it in. You pushed his hand away and blushed slightly at how dripping wet you were.

“I can’t wait, just go.” You breathed out. You were already ready.

“Oh, um, okay.” He muttered and placed himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly and you felt yourself stretch slowly, you gasped out at the feeling rushing through you. “Is this okay, are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Y-yes, just wait a second. Oh god…” You felt the burning that usually accompanied any initial stretching as he stilled inside you. “Evan…” you gasped as you leant forward into his shoulder. You pulled him forward and he bottomed out inside you. You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper and Evan mumbled a stream of unintelligible words. You shifted slightly as you adjusted to his size once again.

“O-okay… you can move.” Your head was still resting on his shoulder as he tightened his grip on your hips and he slid out of you halfway and pushed back in carefully. He repeated the action and you moaned out his name. Evan gasped again and repeated the action. He continued his thrusts, the pair of you panting in sync, pleasure began to overwhelm you as Evan reaches parts inside you that you’d never reached yourself. Evan whimpered into your ear as you sucked on his neck roughly, forming a hickey before kissing it over and over. His fingers were clenched tightly into the fabric of your skirt as he grunted and whimpered at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Y/N, holy shit, you’re so beautiful, so tight- uh!” He cut himself off with a moan and his thrust became more erratic. You reached down and began to rub your own clit, crying out your boyfriend’s name with nearly every thrust. He began to drill into you and the friction against your g-spot combined with your own ministrations pushed you over the edge.

“I’m gonna… Evan!” You couldn’t help but shout as your orgasm shook you and Evan let go straight away alongside you, your walls fluttering around him and ten clenching around his length. Evan grunted and pushed into you one final time as he rode out his orgasm. Holding onto you tightly.

“Y/N… god you’re so amazing, thank you.” He panted, leaning his head against your shoulder as he recovered.

“Ev, you don’t need to thank me every time we have sex.” You laughed, reaching forward to push the hair out of his eyes when he stood up straight. He blushed and stepped back, pulling out of you, he binned the condom.

“Um, d’you wanna lie down? I’m really tired.”

“God yes.” You replied, attempting to stand but your legs were still wobbly, you fell into the chair.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Evan finished putting on his boxers and rushed over and pulled you up, helping you over to the bed.

“Yeah, I just underestimated how strong that orgasm was…” You flopped down on the bed and Evan lay down next to you, spooning you.

“This is nice.” He mumbled into your neck.

“Yeah.” You replied, shuffled so you more of you was pressed against him. Evan pulled a blanket over you and kissed your shoulder.

“I’m gonna go on the pill, mmkay?”

“W-what? Why?” You turned to face him.

“I, well it means we’ll stop having to remember condoms. And we’ll always know when my um, time of the month is gonna be.”

“O-oh, okay, if that’s what you want to do.”

“It is. I’ve done it before, don’t worry about it. Now, tell me about your winter break.” You snuggled into his chest and pressed a brief kiss to his jawline.

- Evan is very kinky once he gets comfortable

- At first, it was just vanilla sex since Evan was a complete virgin and had only watched porn once or twice.

- “It’s too mean, I don’t like it. She always looks like she’s being used.”

- That’s how he explained his lack of watching porn

- He was very gentle and always asked you whether you liked something or not

- After maybe 6 months of vanilla sex, you finally get Evan out of his shell

- You all get drunk one night even though Evan hadn’t really wanted to.

- He got really horny and went looking for his girlfriend to get some action

- He found you and dragged you into the bathroom and fucked you against the door

- You came twice that night.

- The next time was on a movie night with the whole gang

- Jared kept flirting with you jokingly and you noticed Evan getting more and more annoyed

- He suddenly slipped a finger last your panties and into you

- You’re so shocked by the sudden intrusion that you kind of just let it happen

- He fingered you all night, edging you but never letting you cum

- “Are you gonna flirt with Jared again?”

- “No”

- He finally lets you cum after hours of teasing

- This becomes a regular occurrence, wherever you are Evan will find a way to tease you then fuck you hard when you get home

- Sometimes you tease him and he becomes whiny and needy and it’s your favourite time with him

- Sometimes he wakes you up with sex (of course you’d previously consented to him doing that- consent is important kids so you did have a conversation about waking each other up with sex)

- It’s your favourite way to wake up

- He has a praise kink so while he’s railing you he’ll ask you whether you’re enjoying it

- Sometimes you say no and he fucks you even harder, doing whatever he can to get you off until you come and you tell him how much you enjoyed it

- He’s not dominant a lot, but when he is it’s the best sex you guys have

- When he’s dominant he likes to take you from behind, or on the desk

- He’s not into role play but when you act innocent and confused it really turns him on even more