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HI OHMYGOSH! I requested the 'slightly-unstable-friends-having-sex' story, and some of the dialogue made my spidey senses tingle just a little.

Ville mentioned something about "If you were horny I'd help you out too"... you see where I'm going with this, right?

I would LOVE a part two to this. Maybe having sex made their friendship slightly more complicated? They just don't mention it to anyone, or amongst themselves for that matter. Then while getting drunk once again (shocker), y/n is like "hey, remember when you told me you'd help me out?" And maybe this time the sex is actually good and nice for them, without Ville's poor mood like last time. Again though, it's not romantic or anything, but it is nice.

ThankYouImLiterallyKickingMyFeetLikeALittleGirl <3

been down so long (r) — ii

ville valo / f!reader

part i here

a/n: thank you for this anon… it’s lowkey porn with no plot. sorry these angst fics have been getting to me.

wc: 3.8k

ache consumed your entirety. ever since you and ville had hooked up at your place last time, the only thing you felt during your last few night stands and hook ups was a sort of unachieved satisfaction. sure, it wasn’t many, but none felt as intimate as the favor you’d done for ville; neither of you had mentioned it since then, nor did you tell your friends. it had been a friendly favor, you’d convinced yourself, as ville had assured you it was when you had been riding him to euphoria — you couldn’t deny that the mental capture haunted you, and only worsened your illness for him. with the endless ardor turning in your guts, you had wondered if he meant it true when he told you he’d return the favor.

the summer had rolled around, and you had booked a flight to see HIM perform in their homeland. you’d let your friends know ahead of time, hoping for nothing but to enjoy their performance, as you hadn’t been able to when they visited in the states. they received you enthusiastically at the airport, no bad blood or energy between any of you — you assumed ville didn’t disclose what had happened to anyone, either. you embraced them all cordially, holding on to ville just for a moment longer that only you noticed the slight time difference, just to feel his wide hands on you that you hadn’t felt since they had left bruises from their firm grip on your hips previously. only a few months of being apart had felt like years, as you noticed that ville sported slightly longer hair that snuck from under his beanie and subtle muscle on his arms — how good they looked with those tattoos that he never touched up.

you had been dropped off at the hotel you were staying, a well rated helsinki hotel, near the venue where the band would be performing the following night. because you were the guest in their hometown, you all went to several bars in celebration of your “safe arrival” to finland; truthfully, it was just an excuse to drink in the middle of the afternoon, yet coming up with an excuse felt better than just drinking just to drink. minutes turned into hours, and the exhaustion of your trip was not mixing in your favor with the alcohol, to which you muttered head down on a bar table, “i think i should cut it off for tonight,” earning groans and teases from your friends. “so soon, y/n?” teased mige, nudging your arms that held your head off the table, to which you nodded tiredly in reply. “you’re just not used to the european alcohol,” burton spoke, “told you that american beer you gave us last time is weak.”

you grumbled in reply, finally lifting your heavy head off of your arms, fighting to keep your eyelids open. “yeah, yeah, whatever. i’m still heading home, or else my hangover is going to get so bad i won’t be able to see you guys perform tomorrow,” you protested as an excuse, when truthfully, the alcohol had just made you terribly horny, and the exhaustion didn’t remedy it. you’d slip off the bar stool, clinging onto your shoulder bag as you gently leapt down, careful to not miss your step and make a fool of yourself. ville, ever so chivalrous, spoke in his half drunken state, “can’t let you get back by yourself,” he hiccuped, “i’ll walk you home.” you weren’t sure if your wet heat was a positive or negative reaction to his offer, but you weren’t going to say no.

you were in a foreign country, and you had been drinking for what felt like hours, so you were going to ask them to get you back to the hotel regardless — ville offering himself alone to get you there was only a shameful win for you. you had a firm grasp on your purse with both hands, as ville came to your side as you bid adieu to the rest, following him to the exit. you swayed in your walk, to which ville took notice of and offered his arm for you to lean on, that you immediately latched on to. “thanks,” you slurred, leaning your head against his arm that you practically hugged, “… hey, aren’t you drunk?” you questioned, even though you knew ville had well exercised his limit time and time again. “maybe. but just enough to know you need to get home accompanied, sweetheart,” ville replied.

it drove you mental how he called everyone such sweet pet names, and how it pained you that they took such a toll on you without him being aware of it. you exhaled agonizingly as your desire for intimacy grew in the pit of your stomach. all you could do was silently look up to him with your spinning vision, trying to envision him on top of you. it felt near impossible when he was so focused on the walk, it irritated you. “hey,” you whispered, just enough to get him to face you. “what is it, doll?”

there it was again. ville’s pupils were slightly dilated as they looked to you, awaiting your response as your gaze practically consumed his. “nothin’,” you mumbled, finally getting a proper image of how he would look if you were under him — how you have had several hot, wet dreams of being under him, his sweat of the moment dripping to your skin. sure, it did make you feel guilty for dreaming such things, yet you felt no remorse. no romantic sentiments came from them, it was just unforgettable how good he felt inside of you last time; how you yearned to feel his cock inside again.

before you knew it, ville had brought you up to the floor of where your room awaited you. he’d ask for your keys, to which you would jangle through your bag for, coming up unsuccessful with your room keys. “let me help you, love,” ville mumbled, holding the zipper of your purse open that you held in both of your hands as his other hand fished for your keys. your stomach turned, watching how his wide fingers held the zipper open and the others dug in the bag repeatedly — erotic. or it could’ve been the drunken moment you found your mind in. he pulled out a finger, that had fished out your room keys by the keychain holder that held them, “there we are,” he gave a triumphant smile to his accomplishment, turning to open your room door.

ville held the door open for you as you walked yourself in, keeping stability by ghosting your hands over the yellowed, flower patterned antique wallpaper that decorated the walls, tinted by the equally yellow light that came from a classic house lamp that illuminated your room. you crawled tiredly to the middle of the bed, kicking off your shoes beforehand and tossing your purse with them. ville closed the door behind him, making his way over to stand over the edge of the bed as he laid the keys before you, sliding his hands into his pockets. “you must be real tired to be cutting your drinking short, eh?” he chuckled, watching as you grumbled in a full body stretch in reply. you sighed, batting through your mascara heavy lashes as you studied how he stood so painfully casually, unaware of how bad you needed to ask him for the favor.

brief silence sat between both of you, until ville cleared his throat, “so, we’ll catch you at tomorrow’s gig then?” he asked, as he began to inch closer to the door to make his leave. to him, his duty had been completed; to you, it felt like an insult how he walked you to your room and called you his typical nicknames without knowing how those small gestures had made your already vulnerable drive extremely worked up. you sat in the middle of the bed, hands tucked in between your squeezed legs as you watched him like a hawk to catch your prey, “… yeah.” ville nodded in satisfaction, his tooth gap peeking through the warm smile he gave you. “perfect. i’ll see you then, love.”

just as ville was about to make his exit, you broke out in a nervous sweat. it wasn’t fair, you thought, helping him through his pissy horniness and not being able to get anything back, even though he offered before — but the embarrassment of admitting you needed it held you back. “hey, ville,” you yelped, hoping he had heard, crawling over to the edge of the bed to keep watching him. he turned his head back to you, replying with a simple “yeah?” you gulped nervously, leaning further over the edge to keep eye contact with him, “can… can you come over, for a second?”

ville turned from the door to you, keeping a distance too wide for your liking as more blood rushed to your already flushed face. you beckoned him closer with a hand, “come closer,” you spoke breathlessly, your thighs rubbing against one another as you continued to watch him. he stood in front of you blankly, inching closer to you while trying to keep a respectable distance, that only made you frustrated. “closer,” you pleaded desperately. he was a man of proper respect for people, keeping his own perverting thoughts to himself only, yet the manner in which you begged him closer to where you knelt on the bed had began to make him wonder.

his hands refused to move from where they rested in his pant pockets, as he stared down at where he basically stood over you. “are you all right, love?” ville spoke, some concern in his voice as he kept his composure. you sighed in defeat, gazing to him in longing, “ville, do you remember last time that i…” your voice trailed off out of sheer embarrassment, “… you know, rode you?” you choked up, as you felt sweat run down your face, breaking your eye contact with him as you scratched the back of your neck. ville hummed, “i do, yes,” he was beyond comfortable discussing anything to do with sex, and you had wished you had his level of comfort at the moment. you gulped, “yeah well, do you also remember how you said you’d ‘return the favor’ if i needed it?”

ville only nodded, as you studied his relaxed posture and uncaring attitude that made him so effortlessly cool, and needed. the quietness weighed heavy upon your ears, breaking you out in an unprompted ramble for excuses, “look, i… i’ve just been really horny, lately. and you know, i thought — you know, you mentioned you’d do it too if i needed it, and i really, really need it, ville,” complete word vomit came from your lips. “i’ve just felt so empty after every other hook up, i don’t know, maybe i’m just really drunk. but i’ve been dreaming about you — not like, weird, but well, sort of — not romantically, to me. god, i don’t know, ville,” you felt tears of complete embarrassment brim your waterline, beginning to drop as you looked down at your hands in your lap in utter shame. you felt guilty for even trying. “… i’m sorry. i just thought i could ask, but you don’t have to. the horniness has just been too much, i’ve just been horny, drunk, and exhausted. fuck, i hope this doesn’t ruin — ”

zip.

before you could even finish you apology, you looked up to see ville undoing his belt and the zipper of his pants, watching his thick fingers fidget to get the fly undone practically in front of your face as he grounded himself with a knee next to your legs on the edge of the bed. you stared widely at his hands moving furiously, looking up to have your teary eyes be met with his furrowed eyebrows that hung over his caked eyeliner, eyes looking down to you with full attention. “how do you need it, doll?” your jaw hung loose, leaning back slightly to take in the full figure before you: ville committing to his promise, waiting for your answer. before you could tell him how you needed it in detail, your mouth acted first. “any way, please,” you whimpered, getting a nod in response as you watched him pull a condom from his pocket, “… do you always carry that?” you blurted, as you crawled out of your jeans that joined the rest of your belongings on the tattered rug.

ville slightly snickered, “for myself, or for a friend. you never know.” you giggled slightly, watching as he slipped it on right in front of you. it was like watching a treat be prepared before you; but that was perhaps the influence of everything making your mind run to the most ridiculous comparisons. “alright, darling, relax,” he purred, inching his way onto the bed as you laid yourself down, allowing him to get over you. just like those dreams you had, and the thought of them becoming true worsened the excited butterflies in your stomach.

your felt your heart thrum under your breast, your hands tucked into the crook of your neck as you watched ville trail a hand to your underwear, hooking a finger on the waistband as he carefully pulled them off of you. your breath hitched at your wet cunt being exposed to the bare cold, to which ville simply stared at, “my goodness, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “that easy?” embarrassment swelled within you — was it that obvious? “i asked you for this for a reason,” you spat in defense, closing off his touch by crossing your legs, to which ville laughed at with his sweetest laugh. albeit you felt self-conscious, his soothing voice calmed you, allowing him to unfold your legs with ease at his touch.

he’d plant kisses on the inner sides of your legs before hooking them over his hips, inching himself closer to you and elevating himself up by keeping a hand on the side of your head, as the other lined up his cock to your pussy. you felt desperate for him to just ram into you — it felt torturously slow, yet ville was committed to making this satisfying for you. he was devoted to now helping a friend in need that had helped him at his own personal worst — and he was making sure he exercised all his best in bed skills with you in thanks. he inhaled deeply and lowly, slowly moving himself into you as you brought your hand to your lips, biting down on a knuckle to ease your mind from the steady pace ville was pushing himself into you with, every single movement causing you overstimulation. he himself bit down on his bottom lip to hold back groans of pleasure as he felt you squeeze all around his cock.

“easy there,” he teased as his rolling hips picked up the pace. you squirmed, the alcohol in your blood and the longing feeling for your friend enhancing your senses by ten as your tight grip on the bedsheets made your knuckles white. sweat clung on every inch of your body, the overwhelming feeling of every brush of his cock into you making you want to squeeze your eyes shut in bliss — but you restrained such, wanting to bathe in the moment of how ville looked. undeniably, the sight of you in ecstasy drove him to his own pleasure as his body reacted in similar heat; his loose curls that ran from under his beanie stuck onto the skin of his face and neck, his drunken redness doubling by the complete eroticism of the moment. “hell, you look good…” he whimpered to you as your eyes met in the midst of the tension between you two, your quivering and flushed aura causing him to subconsciously pick up the pace. “— fuck.”

ville craned his neck downwards, instinctively kissing at the skin on your neck lightly and sucking enough to make you a whimpering mess. there was no sexual intent in his actions; if anything, it was pure manners. for you, on the other hand, his little nibbles on your throat had made your nerves strike up — raw euphoria, just what you’d been craving. “mmh, so goo — ah — good…” you moaned, his nibble catching your voice. complete human instinct at play; sure, you were both totally getting off to it, ville had just been thinking about you riding him before just as much as you’d been wishing he was all up in your guts again. out of mutual, platonic desire, of course.

the mere sight of ville had already mirrored what you dreamt of, but hearing him speak such way to you pushed you so close to your finish. you shook your head, trying to manage a praise, yet his quickened pace had you yelping. “vil-ville,” you spoke breathlessly, your fist to your lips to keep you from becoming a moaning mess, “… i’m gonna — ah...” with that, a hand of his found purchase on your torso, resting itself right over your womb with the lightest pressure that had your back curling itself away from where you rested on the bed. “hold it, love — ” ville’s lips had been bitten to a bruised red, his breath staggering as he traces the figure of your body from where his hand had found itself on you upwards to your sweat and teary stained face, “please. i’m almost — almost there.” the desperation in his voice had only made pushed higher, gulping down sounds of pleasure as you turned to break away from his pleading expression — it was all so sensually overwhelming.

ville was practically getting off at how you agonized underneath him, pushing his resting hand under your belly to feel himself with every thrust that he deepened. you cried his name, fighting the tears in your eyes from blurring your vision to see the most glorious, weak smirk from him as he savored your pleasure from his cock. “ngh…” you gasped for air, tightening the knot inside of you from cumming. it was torturous, holding back your orgasm — but it felt so good hearing ville ask you to, and the way you both mutually knew his hand over your womb was only challenging you. your hand slipped from your face to grip his tattooed arm that held him up next to you, your fingernails digging into him as you moans slurred into pleads for release and his name.

you felt a hot flash run through your body, letting your desperate containment run wild and away from your control. you cried, your entire body trembling out of pleasure as ville’s heavy hand and heavy final thrust slid into your insides, your orgasm crashing down. “oh, ohh…” ville grunted, his pace staggering as he came at the sound of your surrender, dropping onto his elbows right above you, panting for the humid air in the room to save him. your legs around his waist has dropped to the bed, your nerves causing a shale uncontrollable to your entire being. he slowly slid his cock in and out a few more times, gentler, as you wept from your crash of nerves, finally coming to a halt, resting inside of you.

ville came to rest his head upon your chest, his heavy lashes fluttering as he looked to you, his ear listening to how your heartbeat’s race returned to peace. he didn’t tease, he didn’t get cocky, as he usually did — he simply studied how your cried yourself to the point of exhaustion, letting yourself come back down fr the high you hadn’t been able to reach since last time you had sex with him. even then, this high was different, you felt so fulfilled not just as he literally had his dick still twitching inside of you, but from the fact you had been able to cum. as embarrassing as it was, the taboo of having your friend fuck you turned you on, maybe that’s what lacked in the other hookups you’ve had. you’d crane your head upwards to meet ville’s face, who welcomed you warmly.

“… so?” he purred, letting himself completely drop his weight on top of you. you wiped off your tears, and makeup with that, sniffling, “fuck. i needed it bad.” ville stayed quiet, a serious face as he asked, “… my dick?” he scoffed lightly with that, breaking out in his funny laugh as you felt yourself blush and stutter; the drunkenness still lingered in your system, “… maybe.” you giggled, your fingers twirling in the dampened pieces of hair that stuck from ville’s beanie, watching his eyebrows raise in surprise of your answer. “thanks again, ville,” you croaked, your voice hoarse because of your moans and groans before. he had planted his face down in between your breasts, lifting upwards to rest his chin on your sternum. “i owed you, so thank you.”

there was a comfortable silence that blanketed your shared atmosphere, the scent of sex and liquor fueled sweat making a pleasant company as you both continued to enjoy one another’s presence. you noticed how the hotel room’s floral wallpaper peeled under the lowlight of the yellowed lamp, as you muttered, “have you told anyone about us… you know, fucking?” ville had laid his head on its side on your chest, his hands playing with the collar of your shirt, fingers ghosting over the hickeys he had marked on your throat. “mm, no.” you hummed in satisfaction, your hands crawling to massage his broad shoulders, lightly squeezing the few meat on his bones. you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself — incredible how he was practically skin and bones, yet he managed to hump into you until you shook and wept your entire eyeliner off. “me neither. but, do you think the guys will find out?”

ville said he would only make sure you got home safely, yet he never returned to the bar. he stayed quiet, pensive. “no doubt they’re throwing up with all the booze they’ve drank. bummer i missed out on that…” he joked, looking to you from the corner of your eyes for a reaction. you scoffed as you wiggled your hips slightly, causing him to whimper in exhaustion, “stop that.” you snickered, “if you’re so upset that you missed out on the drinking, then i’m sure you can still catch up to them now,” you gave him an answer that was still greatly possible — these finnish men drank to no end, especially the band. he hummed, biting the inside of his cheek in thought, “hmm, i don’t want to. you’re warm,” he concluded before laying his head back down, coyly adding with a smirk,

“… both inside and out.”

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