Van God Damn

“Grab the keys then.” Johnny sighed with a lazy grin on his face as he walked in from the kitchen. His statement perked you up from what you had been occupying yourself with. 

“Thanks babyyy!” You exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa, bounding over to him to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Hastily grabbing your shoes and the keys to his car you took his hand and practically dragged him out of the shared apartment. 

It was slightly cold and the frost had settled overnight meaning you were glad for the short walk to the car and your boyfriend's hand to keep you warm. Your test had been scheduled and due to a long waiting list, it was still a month away. For days you had been trying to persuade Johnny to take you driving, but because of your clumsiness, he had refused, until now.

Now you sat in the driving seat anxiety started to bubble in your stomach and nerves wouldn’t settle however hard you would try. But there was also the excitement and thrill you got even though you'd probably end up not going over 30. Johnny sat in the passenger seat with an encouraging grin plastered on his face, rubbing his hand along your thigh and trying to reassure you or maybe himself. See you had already managed to fail your first driving test and since then you had sworn the whole idea off. That was until Johnny was going to record an album in Scotland and well if you couldn't drive up to see him you'd grow mad.

You started the car up feeling the rumble of the engine vibrating through your feet, sending them through your body to your fingertips which lingered lightly over the wheel. Pushing the clutch down, slowly adding the accelerator and adjusting the gear stick into first you started down the car park you'd been parked in. 

It was going smoothly and you'd successfully managed to get around town without having some sort of panic. You felt happy and as you turned out onto the road you couldn't help but feel a little excited with how well it was going. That was until you got to the traffic lights. They were on green, but as you went to pull out you saw a car to your left speeding towards you. The panic cut through you quickly, shocking you at their speed as it came hurtling towards Johnny's little car you were in the driver's seat of. Not looking like it would stop you slammed the breaks hard, skidding slightly across the road. 

You both sat in your seats in shock, Johnny humming insults at the guy and shaking his head with a hard frown. You on the other hand trying to wrap your head around the situation and what had happened. Being safely out of the way you started the car back up, stalling at first from the shock and anxiety. Johnny soothed you with calming words and rubbed your thigh gently. “Just take a deep breath yeah?” With that, you were back on the road, though now slightly weary.

“What a fuckin bastard!” You grumbled once you'd found your feet again, convincing yourself you hadn't been in the wrong. This comment however angry you felt, made your boyfriend let out a long and long surpassed laugh. You turned to him momentarily confused as to why he was laughing, the situation you had just experienced being one that could've killed you both.

“Why are you laughing at me?” You murmured between sighs of frustration, not being able to join in with the giggles.

“You're just such good luck aren't yer!” He chuckled to himself, making you scowl and throw him a dirty look. 

“You’re such a shit,” You retaliated, a smile creeping onto your face somehow.

“Woah, Woah, Woah! Who took you out driving? I almost died for this.” He argued, a smile so wide it took up most of his features. His cute little face all cheery and amused made you feel warm and content inside, calming you down and making you forget of the experience.

“Ah get over yourself, I’m the one that's gonna be traumatised after this!” John always has a way of making you smile, even after the most uncomfortable circumstances. You’re definitely glad he was there with you otherwise it would probably have ended very differently.

You turned back into the car park, finding the spot you had not so long ago abandoned. For a while you just sat there, until Johnny got out walking over to your side and leading you out. He wrapped you up in his arms tightly and whispered soothing words into your ear, a harsh contrast to the conversation you had had not five minutes ago. 

“You did great, don't worry about it” He mumbled in your hair, placing a kiss there, holding you just one more second and soothing you just that bit more.

You had always loved Van, weather it was because he had been your best mate since you were 15 or the way he was so passionate about music and life in general. You had first met Van when you got your first job at the local vinyl shop, Van and his mates being the regulars it became routine seing them every other day after school. Whole Saturday’s would be spend looking at the new stock deliveries and whole Sunday’s spent laying on the floor of your bedroom listening to the newly purchased vinyl.

It was a Saturday night and you and Van were listening to the new Oasis album ‘Dig out your soul’ .

It was an easy crowd to fit into and your new social group consisted of wherever Van was. This meant the boys from the band and Larry quickly became your favourite people. The shared interest in photography meant Bob and you would happily go on excursions together in the last hours of the day to catch the sunset. Benji shared your flare and obsession with all things geeky, and Star wars nights were an often occurance with Van falling asleep on your shoulder complaining about how it confused him. 

On this particular day he was supposed to be out with his sleazy girlfriend Kathleen, which in all honesty you despised. It might have been the fact that you had loved Van for so long and had to watch him with other girls, making you physically hurt. Or the fact she had from day one made up her mind to be overly clingy infront of you with Van and try get him away from you, knowing that we clearly had a better bond than she ever did. But instead he was still on the floor of your bedroom head on your belly as you were both layed down.

"Van?" You spoke up, pondering slightly over your words, trying to choose carefully. You didn't want him to go, but you felt guilty if you didn't remind him.

"yes y/n?" He mumbled, his voice going up at the end and the vibrations going through your stomach, making you tingle.

"shouldn't you be headin' off like, cause Kathleen an all?" Your voice was hardly convincing, you always used her full name in spite, but you tried your best to sound the least bitter about it as possible.

You didn't really know the answer you were expecting but it wasn't what was about to happen, and you didn't expect how you'd react. He rolled onto his front and crawled up to your face, only inches away, whispering. "oh yeah I broke it off with her" before kissing your forehead and snuggling into your neck and hugging round your waste.

This was your usual hold when one of you needed comforting. He did it when Andy broke up with you and you did it when he broke his leg and was in hospital for 38 hours and this time for some reason you got the impression he was trying to comfort me.

You were a little confused, the fact he was infactuated with her a week ago was baffling. How had you not heard about this yet either, you were his best friend and stuff travels like wild fire in this town. You tried hard to push the thoughts out of your head but you were so confused.

With a huff you sat up, looking at him with a puzzled face. "Why?" You didn't mean to sound annoyed but you were a little.

He was always going out with girls, yes some were annoying, but you tried so much to like them. Sometimes you got the feeling you tried more than him. But it was agonising to just watch him, girl after girl, when you had been right there all along and he never batted an eyelid. People said you had him wrapped round your finger but it really didn't feel like it then.

"y/n, love listen I need to talk to ya" he chuckled trying to calm you down, not really working.

"no, I think I'm going to go out for a bit" you mumbled getting up, you felt tears in your eyes daring to show themselves and you didn't want Van to see.

"y/n, this is your house!" He called after you, but you both respected each others boundaries, so he didn't run after you.

You weren't sure why you were so upset, you told Van how much you hated Kath every time you got onto the subject. Maybe it was the fact you'd have to be introduced to another girl, in say a week. He never gave time for you to grieve or prepare your self at least. He didn't understand how deeply you wanted him and how much it hurt to just watch him with girls he didn't really like, or that didn't even know him.

It was getting dark and cold and you regretted your sudden outbreak. The streets of Llandudno could get anyone lost, but after many midnight strolls, or tipsy walks home you knew it off the back of your hand.

You decided after careful consideration where to go. His house wasn't too far from where you had strayed, and he knew all about your feelings, well so did anyone who payed attention to you long enough. You could still feel tears rolling down your face, hot and burning your cheeks. You gave the door a couple of knocks, waiting for any sign of life. Thankfully it was Bob who answered, it would be embarrassing if it had been his mum.

"y/n," he cooed bringing you to a tight hug. "Guessing he told you then?" He mumbled into you head, pulling you into the house. His affections made tears poke out again only allowing you to nod into the embrace.

He sat you down at the end of his bed, cautiously sitting in front of you.

"why can't he just like me back," you whispered. "I know this looks stupid, cause he's just broken up with her but, I just know that I'll have to get used to someone else next week and it's never me," you managed to get the words out between breaths.

"oh come'ere" he said pulling you into a big bear hug, the best type. "You know better than I do that he loves ya, did he get to finish what he was telling you"

"no" you murmured, shaking your head feeling sorry for yourself.

"y/n he loves you, you need to talk to him" you'd heard it a thousand times from everyone around you so it wasn't hard to brush it off anymore.

"in a way friends usually do, then yes he loves me. But he never has a problem asking someone out who isn't me so whats going wrong there"

"your his best mate" he replied, stern as if he was telling off a child for not knowing the answer.

"exactly, I guess I should count myself lucky! At least I've got that going for me!" You huffed, voice slightly raising.

"y/n calm down come'ere it's ok, it will all work out" you wished you could believe him and at that moment you had to, so gave into his arms.

You spent around an over at his trying to calm down, Bob trying to convince you that Van loved you back. So when you left you had a glimmer of hope that Van might not be too quick to get another girlfriend.

It was completely dark outside now, the small seaside town pitch black except for the odd street lamp or glow from a window, even the pubs were dulling down now. You expected to walk home and snuggle into bed, so with your sleepy expectations that's what you started to do.

Your room was dark, assuming Van had gone home, you switched the dim lamp on your desk on and walked to your dresser under the window. Pulling out an over sized t-shirt and drawing the curtains closed you started to undress. Pulling your t-shirt over you head and dragging off your jeans, throwing them in the drawer you'd gotten your shirt from.

You would've started to take your underwear off but someone's touch stopped you. Your body froze like earlier, except this time you were half naked and about to cry. You knew it was Van by the way his calloused fingers felt on your bare stomach, cuddling around you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you liked Kath that much" he joked pulling a small smile from your lips, he was warm unlike the sharp breeze outside and it seeped into you.

"I'm going to miss her" you murmured back, officially confused to what was going on, but going along with his joke. He placed a kiss to your neck before taking a deep breath in and out, was this still part of the joke? His actions making you tingle every where imaginable with nerves and slight attraction. Fuck what was he doing.

"y/n, don't lie" you let a huff preparing for what you might say next.

"Van, I don't think you know how hard it is for me to just watch you go from woman to woman totally blind spotting me every time. I don't think you know how much it hurts each time you go for a girl that isn't me." You let go of your emotions like a balloon in the wind. Just watching it float off and settle in the atmosphere around you.

You expected him to pull away, confused and a little dazed. But his arms wrapped tighter around your bare waist and a feathery kiss was placed on your shoulder blade, resting his head against your back.

"love, I'd never blind spot you," he whispered against your skin, before kissing again along your back, up your collar bone and to your jaw. Each kiss was delicate and carefully placed with intent.

"vaaan..." you weren't sure what he was doing. "please, I don't think you know what your doing,"

"y/n" he murmured on you skin, turning you around to face him " I know exactly what I'm doing and I've wanted to do this for a while now" your heart sank as soon as the words reached your ears, face still in shock as he giggled at you.

"what?" The only word that could form in your mouth.

"love, I've wanted you ever since I met you" he was smiling, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, as if he'd just been given the answer to something he'd been trying to figure out for a while. He moved a strand of hair behind you ear, kissing your cheek where the strand had hidden the skin.

His hands were still holding your waist firmly, but this time smiling down at your body, making you even more nervous. But before you could escape and try to think through the things he'd just told you, he placed his lips firmly on yours. Stopping you from leaving the situation and putting a warm blanket over your mind that made you feel safe.

You had always felt safe with Van, and even though at this moment in time he had you on the edge, he was also that friend telling you it'll all be ok.

His lips were soft against your chapped, but he smiled into the kiss. Your mind so overwhelmed and nervous you couldn't help but focus, making sure you were kissing perfectly, no room for error. You'd dreamt of kissing him before and you didn't want to let him down and for it to never happen again.

But then he pulled back and you were even more scared. "Relax love, jump up" he guided you up onto your dresser with his hands under your ass. Your legs wrapped around his waist your arms resting on his shoulders casually.

He once again leant in and kissed you, this time softer, testing the waters and taking it slow. His hand tracing patterns into your skin soothed you and made you relax into him. Making you able to enjoy his touch, the way his tongue glided effortlessly against yours and how you seemed to fit together perfectly.

It was the first day off you’d had for a while and of course, it was just your luck that is was the day Johnny was recording. So instead of the lazy kind of day, under bedsheets and intertwined, you stood in front of the vintage, gold-rimmed mirror in your bedroom, trying to decide what to wear. Your friends had invited you for drinks in some on-trend bar in the centre of town.

The urge to just put some sexy lingerie and go to the recording studio to surprise Johnny was still in the back of your mind. But of course, you didn’t indulge, instead slipped on the midi dress that had been hanging on your dresser and smoothed it down, feeling the silk under your hands. It was a deep green and sleeves billowed creating a pretty silhouette. You felt confident and slightly turned on, putting your docks on and stepping out the house alone.

It was only a short taxi ride to the bar and you were thankful that when you arrived all your mates were already there. A gin and tonic in your place, waiting for you. The place lived up to the hype if you were honest. You were seated in a circle booth with teal velvet upholstery. It was the kind of establishment with exposed brick and neon lights, the drinks were stylish and definitely Instagram worthy.

“y/n! I’m so glad you made it!” Your friend, Fran called from the table, rushing over to hug and compliment you. In all honesty, it had been way too long.

“Hey gals!” You hollered, ready for the intense catch up you were all about to receive from one another.

The table a couple of hours later was covered in empty glasses, half-finished plates of various tapas and lots of shared secrets. All from failed attempts at one night stands, work gossip and the recent blog post on cosmo. When it got past eleven, you realised how much you had missed your friend's company and you'd all penned in further dates at the aforementioned bar. Soon enough you were all calling taxis and parting ways, happily satisfied with the night you'd all been a part of.

Once again the drive home was easy and you in your slightly tipsy state shared a riveting conversation on a subject you can no longer remember. The warmth of your cosy townhouse was a nice contrast to the bitter chill outside. You switched the lights on, a sinking feeling suddenly upon you at the realisation Johnny wasn’t home. Although you probably should have guessed when the door was still locked you still had a small inch of hope inside that the bed would indeed be occupied and warm. This hope now was obviously none existent.

You let out a hard sigh, pulling yourself up the stairs, exasperated. You went about your evening routine, washing your face and moisturising, trying to cheer yourself up with the lack of your boyfriend. Still not turning back from the plans you'd had that morning you undressed. The many candles that were dotted around the bedroom were now lit and you decided to indulge yourself in a bit of you time. However much you particularly craved Johnny's touch you laid yourself down and imagined him to be with you. Closing your eyes and slowly moving your hands down your body in a light and tender manner.

Taking a deep breath in you teased around your heat, with was burning with desire and lust. You moved slowly, working your fingers in a way that made your toes twitch and breath catch. soft moans started to slip away from you as you started to find your pace. You varied your movements and speed, delaying your high, letting it build and then fizzle off. Each time you were close you’d slow it down or even stop, imagining Johnny kissing your neck and anywhere else he pleased.

Your moans started to become louder the less you slowed down, calling out Johnny’s name, whilst you could feel your pulse going crazy. Until the door creaked open to reveal your boyfriend, at first a tired expression upon his beautiful features, quickly turning into a coy smugness.

“Were you just masturbating?” He questioned curiously but it was easy to mistake as a teasing tone. Maybe it was both.

Suddenly flustered, and slightly turned on by the fact he probably heard you screaming his name. None the less it made you cheeks crimson and your words come out stuttered. “U-uh..no, I was just...”

To your surprise he started walking towards you, his smile never faltering, except now he seemed as if he had gotten ideas. “Want some help?” As if he knew what you were thinking the words came easy.

“yes,” You whined, eyes wide, full of need and want.

He didn't take long to be inches away from you, smile wide but concentrated on pleasuring you. His lips went to your neck, just how you'd imagined. With the gentle sucking and nibbling of the skin, your senses heightened rapidly, noticing his wandering hands which were tracing lines down your naked body. He sat up so he was kneeling, legs either side of yours, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. His fingers were now teasing just like you had been, but the feelings had escalated into something more. Your body had craved him all evening and now he was working you into some frenzy.

Unlike your previous teasing, he was on a mission and soon enough he was hitting your G-spot simultaneously circling your clit. The sensation produced almost blinding, making you squirm involuntarily, practically screaming for him. The pace quickened until it was all blinding light and you could no longer hold it in. 

“Fuuuck babe!” You moaned finally before he slid his digits out, smiling happily at your pleasure, then licking them clean. 

You just lay there, slightly confused how your evening turned out, but not at all mad about it either. He left to clean himself up, whilst you in turn slipped into one of his tee shirts. He returned with a tired expression joining you in bed, snuggling up close to your frame.

He tucked his head into the crook of your neck breathing in deeply. “Sorry I’ve been missin you sugar.” He apologised sleepily with his hushed gravelly tone.

“It’s alright babe, just missed your special touch s’all,” you smiled letting his arms tight around your waist lead you into dreamy sleep.

It was that time of year again. The time where, even though your man was at home, instead of being with you he was with Van. Coming up with guitar lines and riffs for the upcoming album they were trying to produce. Of course, you enjoyed watching them being complete musical genius’. But there becomes a limit of how much you can take. And there certainly is a moment when you just want your boyfriend to yourself.

Today was supposed to be that day where you could savour him. You had planned a full day of romantic jaunts and bought snacks, supplies and a DVD however old fashioned, for the evening. But of course, with your luck, it couldn’t go to plan. The day resulting in the lounge of your apartment trying to figure out how to turf Van out so you could smother Johnny in kisses.

You stared at him from the corner of the room, laying on the sofa, undressing him from under your hooded eyes. You played out everything you’d do to him if only you had him to yourself like was planned. You mentally acted out the scene, ripping his clothes off and pushing him against the wall. You could feel your body reacting to the sordid thoughts in your head and you could feel the heat which radiated from your cheeks.

“Oi! Y/n, y’alright?” Van called over to you, breaking you from your little trance. You wiped the palms down your legs, smiling your fluster off and replying cooly.

“Yes thanks Van, just wondering when you’ll leave me to deal with Bondy.” You much alike Bondy had a naturally seductive side and took pleasure in seeing the shocked and slightly amused look on Van's face. Johnny on the other hand had a coy smile plastered on his face, looking straight at you and blessing you with stifling eye contact.

“I feel like I’m definitely intruding on something here..” Van's cheeks had reddened as well and you could see him shift uncomfortably. You chuckled softly, walking over to him, ruffling his hair.

“I’ll wait in the bedroom.” You murmured.

You knew you had certainly stared the chilled atmosphere and broken their concentration, but you couldn’t help but notice the knot that had built up in your stomach. The sexual tension between Johnny and you had physically affected you, he always seemed to have such an effect on you. It was something that you couldn’t shake and had been happening since you’d met him.

You lay down hopelessly, wasting time on your phone and scrolling through posts you didn’t really care about. You just waited, hoping it wouldn’t be too long and he wouldn’t disappoint.

Just as you were about to give up hope, sitting up and sighing slightly exasperated the door creaked open. Revealing Johnny and a sly smile emerging onto his face. Before he could reach you, you’d made your way to him jumping onto his waist, letting him catch you. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, wanting to be as close as possible to his body. You both kiss messily until you’re breathless and flustered, completely his within a matter of minutes.

“Someone’s impatient.,” Johnny remarked, placing you down onto the bed, looking at you under his lashes, restraining himself as he kneeled down infant of you. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” He spoke with a sultry tone in his voice, alighting a fire all through your body and exciting you immediately.

He trailed his fingers down your body, dragging the jeans that clung to your legs down and licking a slick line up until he was straddling you. The contact drew an involuntary moan out of you, bucking your hips into him and going to his jeans, to be swatted away.

“You’re in trouble now!” He snapped, taking your hands and holding them above your head with ease, regaining eyes contact as you could feel his breath against your face.

He attached his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping along and down until he faced the top of your tank top. He left your wrists to slide your top over your body, his palms flat and taking in as much skin as he could touch. Pleased with what he saw he carried on, unclasping your bra and quickly going to your left nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive area. The contact sent shivers through all the way to your core. His free hand slid down to the fabric of your panties, now the only clothing on your rigid frame.

“Johnny-” You mumbled as he worked around the thin fabric, making you groan when his hand left your fire beneath for your waist. He looked deeply into you before taking your breath away with a comment you hadn’t expected.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” He followed his words by flipping you to now sit on his waste, the contact almost torture, knowing what effect you had on him but not able to fix it.

The frustration you felt made you get to work on his leg quickly, moving in circular motions on his thigh tilting your head back with pleasure. His eyes were now drooped and he had a look of awe as he watched over you moving hastily on his thigh. One of his hands reached over to your waist as the other went to your breasts, massaging you increasing your pleasure.

You started painting with heavy breaths as you started to gain tension and all your senses heightened. The look on his face as his eyes flicked between your eyes and chest, completely spoilt for where to look. You increased your pace simultaneously your eyes flicked down to where you could see Johnny was clearly enjoying his view. You reached out, palming over his jeans and watching with satisfaction when he let out deep moans full of pleasure.

You both got louder the quicker you moved and soon enough you were crying out his name, not holding back in the least. His name was the only word you knew at that moment and it dripped off your tongue with each grind into him. You were now unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the fabric to reveal his angry dick, which was now throbbing under your touch.

Still grinding into him, you lowered your mouth over him, bobbing up and down, flicking your tongue over him and teasing the tip to get the reaction you wanted. You could feel him twitching with obvious pleasure underneath you, if he had more self restraint he probably wouldn’t have let you control him like that. Because really, however much he liked to sound as if he was the one in charge you had all the power. The exact power that made him send Van home and tend to you right now.

 If you were loud before now the room was filled with loud screams and hard sighs. Johnny had now closed his eyes and was leaning back in complete relaxation. You carried on until the pleasure surrounded you completely and you went rigid, closing your eyes and leaning back panting hard. “Come for me sugar, like the dirty little girl you are.” He groaned, taking himself in his own hands, bringing himself to his climax alongside you. In unison you called out, practically screaming for each other.

You slid off him, snuggling into his side and wrapping a leg around him still wanting the intimacy. “Well, that was um..” You couldn’t really put into words the experience, being so intense.

“It was fuckin class, that’s what it was!” He stated, wrapping his arm around you and grinning ear to ear.

“Do you want a cuppa love?” Van asked, shifting from behind you. You had been chilling and watching movies all day, so much so that it was now dark outside. But you weren’t thinking wether you wanted a cup of tea. Your stomach was almost an Avery of butterflies and had been like that almost all day. You had decided after careful consideration and months of going out with Van that you'd loose it tonight. Your virginity that is.

It was silly really, no one had forced this decision on you. In fact you were convinced on the fact that Van was Angel for being so understanding, other boyfriends nearly forcing you into things you had just not been ready for. But you had decided that tonight was the night and you couldn’t go back on the promise you had made to yourself before you left the house.

“Y/n..?” Van drew out your name, waving his hand in front of your face, a confused look on his.

“Yeah sorry, tea would be great!” You smiled, getting up and wandering over to the kitchen to help him. 

You both had had dinner already, settling on a pizza from town as Mary wasn’t there to tell you both of for not being healthy. Another reason for your decision for your plans that evening, Vans house was empty. The only washing up you decided to get a start on whilst Van turned the kettle on, pulling two mugs out of the cupboard next to you. One of which was pale blue and rather large, your favourite. You smiled at him, touched that he knew exactly how you liked things, he inturn offered you a small kiss on the cheek.

You kept your hands busy washing the few dishes whilst Van hummed under his breath along to the music he'd put on, preparing your drinks. Meanwhile you contemplated when was best to bring up the fact you were ready for him in the way most people in your small town would jump to in a heartbeat.

Soon enough, the dishes were clean and Van was wrapping his arms around you, singing loudly in your ear. You felt so comfortable around him that without thinking you decided to confess to the thoughts that had been plaguing you all day.

“Van, I think I’m ready.” You let out in a midst a flustered tone and the reddening of your cheeks, that thankfully were hidden from him. He stopped singing as soon as your words materialised, you could see the cogs turning in his head when he turned you round in his arms to face him.

“You mean-” He let out, gesturing with his facial expressions to the exact topic you had in mind.

“Van..” You groaned, not wanting him to make a big deal about it, you were already embarrassed enough.

“No baby, baby, I’m just surprised!”He fussed over you, full of love and care, cupping your face with both of his hands, trying his best to calm you. Although at this point you thought he was the one that needed calming! “Are you sure, I don’t wanna rush you.”

“Van, I don't think you would know how to rush me!” You giggled, amused about how innocent and unaware at how caring and considerate of a person he is.

“I just don’t wanna be one of those guys and hurt you ya know. Wanna look after you.” He answered you plain and simple, making your heart melt and become one hundred percent sure, you were ready for this.

“Van, I’m ready.” You smiled, trying to persuade him of your previous statement You stepped closer, between his legs, taking your sweet time with everything before connecting your lips together.

“Are you sure?” He questioned finally, you nodded now serious, firmly set now that this was going to happen. Once again you kissed him softly, letting him take you by the hand and lead you to his room. 

The only light was coming from his bedside table, creating a chill and hazy atmosphere. You seemed to be able to see right into his eyes, pooling with desire in greens and blues. He started off with baby steps, testing the waters before going too far. Obviously you had done things with him before but this time you both knew it was going further.

He undressed you slowly, kissing the skin between each discarded piece of clothing. He savoured every moment, taking you in for all your beauty. “Your incredible love.” He beamed, holding your waist in front of him as if you were gold under his finger tips. He moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing the skin whispering words that sent chills down your spine.

He was full of love and care and took in account everything you were saying. He laid you down on his bed, kissing every part of your body, doing things that had never been done before.

“Are you still ok?” He asked sincerely, hovering over you, making sure his body wasn’t crushing yours.

“Uh huh, just...um..go slow,” From there, it all merged together. It wasn’t as painful as all the other girls had said it would be and Van listened to everything you said. 

As far as first times go, you listed that one as successful. It washed over and blurred into one until you were snuggled up together, obviously post loo break. Vans hands roamed your skin, played with your hair and soothed you into a deep slumber. Completely forgetting about the cold teas downstairs.

The music was loud in your small shared apartment and you could feel the bass coming from the speakers all around you. It was either the music or your intoxicated system but it was as if the vibrations were travelling through your body, keeping your eyes open and making you very alert. All your senses were working overdrive and everything was effervescent and glowing.

It was the type drunk that made you want to do things. Things you maybe wouldn’t usually think of doing or even fathom, but at that moment all you could think about was having your hands on Van. You needed him now and you needed him close.

Now with a mission, you scoped the scene of your living room, panning across each body like they were nothing until you could see your man. He was laughing with some of your friends you had invited, friends you'd probably want to engage in conversation with. But after a long week and your growing need for Van, you ignored the normal social procedures. Walking up to him only offering a smile and reserved nod at the people around you and tightening your grip on Vans arm.

You stood shyly beside him, slightly behind him and resting your head on his back. Your senses immediately picked up on the closeness, his scent filling you making your knees weak. Your slight stumble brought Van to attention and a cute frown to his features.

“You alright babe?” He whispered to you, leaning towards you although he didn’t need to because you were completely drawn into him.

“Hmm.” You hummed trying to push the sordid thoughts out of your head. It was agonising but you didn't want to ruin his fun and drag him away.

“You sure, you seem...odd?” He chose his words carefully but still seemed unsatisfied with the outcome of his dedication. All you did was nod sweetly, returning the smile to him and closing your eyes, your head still resting on his frame.

The conversation returned back to normal, although your desires took over once more. Forcing your hand to slip under his shirt, teasing around the waistband of his jeans, drawing a shiver from him. It satisfied you, the effect you had on him, daring you to roam further, skimming the top of his boxers before dancing up his spine.

With your movements clearly affecting him it didn't surprise you in the slightest when he ended the conversation with his mates, taking your hand and leading you both to your bedroom. His pace was slow and chilled, but his grip around your hand was tight and it sent excited nerves through your body. When you both made it to the solitude of your room he pinned you against the door, looking deep into your eyes.

“You're driving me crazy love,” He sighed, letting out clear frustration that had been pent up.

“Could say the same.” You whispered back, his face was close to yours, nearly touching and the heat was causing your body to crave his touch.

He smiled at your reply, going to your neck, placing dainty kisses up along the skin to your jaw. As he got further up they became rougher and he started sucking until marks were definitely being left. His intent made you more frustrated for his touch, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to your body.

“Babe-” He tried for words but gave up when your hips bucked into his involuntarily in pure want for him. With your actions he lifted you up and carried you over to the bed laying you down and looking down at you in awe. He moved to balance on his knees over you, his palms still flat on your torso. You could feel him hardening from beneath you already, turning you on even more.

“Tell me what you want.” He murmured into your ear, the warm air sending you into a frenzy, desperate to feel him everywhere, making your dark side come out. Ready to feel your boyfriend dominate you.

“Bite me.” Your words came out simply as if it was nothing but he saw that behind your eyes was lust and need for it rough.

Without a second glance, he grinned as if he was chuckling to himself “If you insist.” He laughed, digging his teeth into your shoulder, his mouth trailing down, teeth digging into the skin he brushed past until he got to your knees.

He lingered over the fabric of your panties before dragging them down and chucking them behind him. His breath against your core alerted you, making your eyes close and let out a hard sigh. He was just testing the water, however, it wasn’t what you needed. You needed him now, and to take charge.

“Vaan.” You let out, but it was enough for him to understand, making him move up. You were face to face now, except now he had eased a finger into, thumb massaging your clit until your whole body was shaking with pleasure.

“Being a good girl for me baby.” Van sneered unbuttoning his jeans and undressing completely. You could feel the sweat on your forehead and you pushed your hair back, preparing for him. Soon enough he was straddling you pulling your legs around his waist, looking deep in your eyes that had definitely darkened with lust.

That minute of eye contact was enough to tell him you were ready, all the consent he needed to hear was there in that look. He leaned down, positioning himself so that he was just brushing over your heat. His head was buried in your neck, kissing and nibbling, those kisses getting more ragged each time he teased in.

His pace increased when you arms wrapped around him, digging into his back with anticipation. From then he took his control further, pushing your hips down into the bed beneath you both and holding you tight with every thrust in. You could feel him everywhere and it felt like he was touching your soul deep inside in some weird way.

“God, uhh-” You were starting to become undone, quicker than you expected as he carried on pushing into you at a pace that had just been discovered by the two of you. Your legs were still wrapped tightly around him and you were certain you’d leave red scratches along his back.

You knew he was close and with every missed thrust he let out a deep, guttural moan, showing his obvious pleasure. One last push into you brought you to a climax practically screaming out his name when he bit deep into your shoulder, trying to hold back the moans with pleasure.

You both stayed for a second in the same position, savouring the moment together, not wanting to be left without him. “Fuck love that was, wow-“ He sighed, head still on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath back from your activities.

“That was fucking insane,” You exclaimed, relating to his shock. “babe I’m so sorry, your back I-“ You fussed looking at the damage you’d done, red lines marking down his back as if he’d just been attacked.

“Love, look at what I did to you, people will think I’m abusing you!” His face was a mix of amusement and worry. You smiled at his face, reaching out to cup it in your hands, full of love for your boy.

“Aren’t we a pair.”You smiled, happy to have him.