when drew watched actress!readerβs sex scene for the first time
ππ ΰ£ͺΛ Φ΄π ββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββ drewβs been binging game of thrones ever since that fateful day madelyn forced him to watch the show, what was meant to be a normal binge session turns into him being the horniest heβs ever been. making the anticipation of meeting you even heavier.
ππ pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey
authorβs note: this takes place during the filming of obx 4, before madelyn informed the obx cast that they were going to meet you when you came to LA.
drew could not tear his eyes away from the screen of the tv in his moroccan hotel room. he thought that after watching game of thrones consistently, now nearing the end of the first season he would become accustomed to see you in costume, but every time you came onto the screen his breath was taken away. seeing you in that the sliver waist length wig that looked like it was your real hair, the sheer fabric floor length dresses with the daring cuts that exposed more and more of your soft skin, and the intricate dornish jewellery with the subtle targaryen detailing made him feel like a teenager once again with how quickly his pants tightened. and it wasnβt only how you looked, it was also your performance. you were an astonishing actress, he would forget that you werenβt actually visenya in real life, that this world didnβt actually exist and that you were just acting. he was so captivated by you.
βthe last dragon, thatβs who you are visenya, the last targaryen left in the world, perhaps if you favoured your mother in looks, you would escape the pressures of the targaryen name, but you do not, you look just like rhaegar only with the tanned skin of elia.β you rolled your eyes and drew felt his heart jump. surrounded by the hanging gardens of sunspear in dorne, you paced with aggression, your sliver hair swishing behind you, your dress billowing as you stared down your costar. βhave you come to lecture me of my responsibilities as the last targaryen, jaime? all while your bastard son sits my throne? and your sister puppets him from behind.β
βwe are only married because your father knew that once i take back my throne i will come after the lannisters for your familyβs hand in my mother and brotherβs murders. he thought that if we were married that i would not harm you and your name would live on through my womb. but i am no fool, targaryen women have been known to kill their husbands, who is to say my coin wasnβt flipped on the side of madness. that is the saying is it not? when a targaryen is born the gods flip a coin, greatness or madness.β you now stood face to face with the man, staring him down with a smug expression and drew was once again struck with your talent as an actress, your body displayed the anger and frustration that your character felt despite the facade of arrogance on your face. then suddenly your lips connected with his, the actor who played jaime slid his hand around your waist, the cuts of your dress allowing him to touch your bare skin, your hands went to his hair and drew had never felt so jealous of another man.
jaime picked you up with ease, walking backwards to a chair sitting down with you spread on his lap, and drew thought that he would do anything to have you like that. the camera filmed you from the back, jaimeβs hand caressing your exposed back down to your ass, and drew squeezed the covers of his bed in response. the camera cut to a mid shot of both of you from the side, you broke the kiss your face still so close to his, lips brushing together as you spoke in a hushed tone. βi want you to fuck me, jaime.β drew groaned at the lust in your voice, and wondered if that was what you sounded like in real life. jaimeβs actor groaned in response to your statement and drew felt sympathy for the man, because he knew that if he was in that position instead of him he would be unable to stop himself from cumming in his pants, professionalism be fucked.
jaimeβs hands trailed to the back of your neck and the camera cut to back to the shot of your back, closing up on his hands as his hands pulled at the strings holding your flimsy dress together the camera seemed like it was handheld making the shot feel all the more intimate, the material fell and jaime tugged the dress off of you leaving you completely bare but drew could only see your back and up, but then, the camera cut to a wide shot, and drew gasped as your entire body from the back was exposed. jaimeβs hand coming down to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass and drew felt his cock harden at the sight. the camera cut to an over the shoulder shot from jaime and your bare chest came into view, this time drew couldnβt stop the moan that escaped him, your hands tugged at the strings of jaimeβs pants although the camera kept on you, your hands out of the shot.
you sank down on jaimeβs cock and a whine-like moan escaped you, drew felt like he was going insane, he couldnβt stop himself as he tugged his boxers down, his hard cock springing up to slap against his stomach. his hand wrapping around the thick length, squeezing, pearly beads of pre cum leaking out. drew flicked his eyes back up to the screen and you had your head thrown back as you bounced on jaimeβs cock, drew knew that the pleasure on your scrunched up face was fake, that the melodious moans that were escaping your pretty lips that were hung open were fake, but the way your tits were bouncing was real and drew couldnβt stop himself from tugging his cock in time with the movements of your hips, your head tilted back down to gaze down at jaime your eyes so fucked out and drew wished that it was him you were looking at. that it was him that could run his hands all over you.
you spoke breathlessly βtargaryens used to feed their enemies to their dragons, i donβt have a dragon yet, perhaps i shall just eat you myself, husband.β jaime groaned in response, connecting your lips back together and drew sped up his movements his hand stroking with fervour, the squelching sounds echoing through the room, his other hand coming down to squeeze at his balls, his eyes still glued to you on the tv. drew was close he could feel it and as your body shuddered and you collapsed into jaimeβs lap, drew came with a deep groan. cumming all over his chest and stomach. drew threw his head back against his headboard, he felt just a little bit pathetic, that he didnβt have the courage to message you but he could jack off to you doing your job, but god what he would give to have you like that.
playing: ππ by one direction ππΛο½‘Λ β
synopsis! every winter break, you and your childhood best friend zachβs families plan the annual trip to your familyβs cabin in the mountains. but when an accident happens, a guilt-ridden zach is willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel better.
paring: zach maclaren x fem!reader
warnings: childhood friends to lovers , zach accidentally hurts reader , mentions of bruising , angst , lots of fluff (zach is so hopelessly in love with you it hurts) , sexual content + unprotected sex! , fingering , mature , 18+ (minors dni!)
word count: 8.2k
notes: todayβs post is a long one but bear w me pls i had to edit so much of it :(
βcan you grab the spare?β zach calls from the back of the range rover, tugging the luggage out of the trunk.
stepping out of the car, the icy air hits your face like a slap, the sudden chill turning your nose pink and making your cheeks tingle.
βfuck, itβs freezing,β you mutter under your breath, hurrying over to the pile of rocks near the cabin door. your fingers, already stiff and trembling from the cold, fumble as you dig through the stones, searching for the fake rock with the hidden spare key.
finally, you find it and unlock the door. you and zach waste no time rushing inside, flipping on the furnace and switching on the electric fireplace. warm air begins to spill into the room, cutting through the biting chill.
βjesus, itβs brutal out there,β zach says with a laugh, dropping the suitcases by the front door.
βi know,β you reply, rubbing your hands together for warmth. βi donβt get how our parents do it when they get here first.β
your gaze sweeps over the cabin, familiar and cozy even in its current state of disarray. a small smile creeps onto your face as memories flood back. by the time your family usually arrives, the maclarens have already set everything upβlights twinkling, garlands hung, the whole place transformed for the holidays.
but not this year. this year, you and zach got here first. being in college has made it easier for the two of you to make the trip, especially since itβs only a short drive from campus. with your parents tied up at work, they wonβt arrive for another two days, leaving you and zach to settle in and prepare the cabin yourselves
zach seems to read your mind as he heads toward the storage closet under the staircase. βthe moms mentioned something about the decorations being in here,β he says, pulling open the door.
he starts rummaging through the piles, expecting to find boxes labeled xmas. instead, his hand lands on a stack labeled snowboarding gear. a small smile tugs at his lips.
βguess the decorations can wait,β he says, pulling out the boxes. turning to you, he raises an eyebrow, and you meet his look with a knowing nod. βget dressed.β
you glide across the flat, powdery snow after hopping off the ski lift. the cold air nips at your cheeks, leaving them rosy and warm beneath your baby pink goggles. when you finally stop at the edge of the slope, you tug the goggles up onto your helmet, panting softly as mist forms in the cold air.
zach approaches behind you, stopping at your side. you look up at him, your eyes bright with excitement. βhi,β you say, your breath still catching from the climb.
βhey,β he replies, chuckling softly, his voice warm and steady. he feels something tighten in his chestβyour voice, your smile, the way you look at him. if only you knew how effortlessly you could bring him to his knees.
but he would never say it. not to you. not when it could risk the friendship youβve built over years.
youβve been inseparable since second grade, when zach worked up the courage to ask for your help mastering the monkey bars. you were the only one who could make it all the way across without falling, and heβd admired you ever since. now, here you areβstill together, still tangled in a friendship that means everything, even if it sometimes feels like it could be so much more.
zach isnβt sure when his feelings for you started to shift, turning into something he couldnβt quite name but couldnβt ignore either. maybe it was that afternoon when he was twelve, bedridden with a nasty cold, and you showed up unannounced with a thermos of homemade chicken soup. the soup had been borderline inedibleβtoo salty, with mushy noodlesβbut the gesture had warmed him in a way heβd never forget. of course, heβd eaten every last bite and told you it was perfect.
or maybe it was on his fifteenth birthday. heβd always treated his birthday like any other day, never one to make a big deal of it, but you didnβt see it that way. while he was out, you snuck into his room and filled it with many presents and blue and black balloonsβhis favorite colors. heβd walked in, startled by the effort youβd put in just to make him smile, and something about it stuck with him.
or maybe it was the night he ended things with his first long-term girlfriend at seventeen. her problem had been youβthe closeness you and zach shared, the bond she couldnβt understand. sheβd wanted him to choose, and it wasnβt even a question. when you found out, you didnβt say βi told you soβ or press him for details. instead, you showed up with a bag of junk food and a stack of movies. you stayed the whole weekend, laughing, crying over sappy scenes, and talking until the early hours of the morning about your dreams and futures.
in every timeline, in every version of his life, zach knows heβd choose you. over a girlfriend, over a best friend, over anyone.
a soft click pulls zach from his thoughts. glancing down, he sees you already strapped to your snowboard, your goggles perched perfectly on your face. you reach up, offering your hand for help. with barely any effort, zach pulls you to your feet, earning a giggle that tugs at his chest more than he cares to admit.
βi donβt think iβll ever get tired of this view,β you say softly, taking in the snow-draped mountains and the endless horizon of white and blue.
zach crouches down, fumbling slightly as he straps himself into his board. his fingers falter when he glances up at you. the way your smile glows as you take in the sceneryβitβs more breathtaking to him than the view itself.
βyeah,β he murmurs, his voice quiet. βme either.β
you turn to him with a playful glint in your eye. βrace you down?β
zach chuckles, shaking his head as he secures his last buckle. βno.β
you blink at him, brows furrowing. βwhy not?β
βbecause,β he says, standing and stretching, a smug grin tugging at his lips, βiβll smoke you so fast itβll almost be sad.β
you scoff, rolling your eyes at the playful jab, but the spark of competition ignites instantly. zach knows you well enough to see it too. before he can say another word, you tug your goggles down, lean forward, and launch yourself down the slope, your speed kicking up a flurry of snow in your wake.
βcheater!β zach yells after you, his voice echoing through the mountain air.
your laughter rings out, light and carefree, as you pull your face cover up to shield yourself from the biting cold. with a determined grin, zach pulls down his goggles and takes off after you, the race already on.
the descent starts smoothly, the rush of cold air whipping past your face as you carve through the snow, the thrill of the slope igniting your competitive streak. you glance over your shoulder, spotting zach gaining on you. heβs fastβfaster than you expectedβand his determined grin sends a surge of adrenaline through you.
you try to pick up speed, leaning into the next turn, but your edge catches an icy patch. it happens so quicklyβa sharp jolt, your balance slipping, and suddenly, youβre tumbling. the world tilts, snow sprays into the air, and before you can even react, you collide with something solid.
or rather, someone.
zach.
the two of you go down in a tangled heap, his snowboard slicing awkwardly into the snow as he tries (and fails) to stop in time. his arms instinctively wrap around you as you both slide a few more feet before finally coming to a stop in a soft bank of powder.
for a moment, everything is still.
you blink up at him, stunned and breathless, your goggles slightly askew. zachβs face hovers inches above yours, his cheeks flushedβnot just from the cold.
βyou good?β he asks, his voice laced with concern, though his lips twitch into a small smile.
you canβt help but laugh, the absurdity of the moment catching up to you. βyeahβ¦ i think so. you?β
he nods, chuckling now too. βwell, i wasnβt planning on eating snow, but at least i cushioned your fall.β
you roll your eyes, shoving at his chest lightly as he helps you sit up. βcushioned my fall? you practically tackled me.β
βonly because you fell first,β he counters, his grin widening.
despite the snow seeping into your clothes and the ache of your tumble, you find yourself laughing again. zach stands, brushing snow off himself before offering you his hand. as he pulls you up, you notice his gaze lingering just a little longer than usual, his smile softer now.
just as the rush of laughter and adrenaline starts to fade, a sharp, sudden pain slices through your side, stealing the breath from your lungs. you gasp, instinctively clutching your side. βouch.β
zachβs smile vanishes, his brows knitting together in concern. βwhat? whatβs wrong?β
βi donβt know, iββ another sharp pang makes you wince, doubling over slightly as you shuffle off to the side of the slope, out of the way of other snowboarders. your hands fumble to tug off your gloves, urgency overriding the cold.
you shove the gloves into zachβs hands without a word and begin unzipping your snow jacket, pulling up your thermal layer to investigate. you crane your neck to look, but the angle makes it impossible to see whatβs wrong. the pain is sharp and unrelenting, leaving you wincing as you try to figure it out.
βcan you see anything?β you ask, your voice tight.
but zachβs expression answers before he says a word. his eyes widen, his face draining of color as he steps closer, urgency in every movement.
βoh shit,β he mutters, already crouching down to get a better look.
βintercostal muscle strain,β the doctor says, her tone calm but firm as you sit up with a wince. βyouβre very luckyβit couldβve been a fractured or broken rib, and that wouldβve been far more painful than what youβre feeling now.β
you nod slowly, wincing again as you pull your clothes back down over your bare torso.
βitβs nothing serious, thankfully,β she continues, scribbling something onto a notepad. βbut youβll need to take it easyβno snowboarding for at least a week.β
you groan dramatically, throwing your arm over your eyes in exasperation, only to regret it instantly as the ache in your side flares. you hiss through your teeth, lowering your arm gingerly.
the doctor hides a small smile at your frustration. βget plenty of rest, and take two 500mg Tylenol every 4β6 hours to help with the pain,β she advises. βfor the bruising, you can pick up some arnica gel or aloe vera at a pharmacyβitβll help with the inflammation.β
zach, whoβs been quietly standing at your side the whole time, finally speaks up. βso no snowboarding at all?β
βnone,β the doctor confirms, looking at you pointedly.
zach lets out a quiet sigh of relief, grateful nothing was broken, though the guilt still gnaws at him. that tumble had cost you a week of your vacation, and the thought that he played a part in it made his chest ache.
his hand rests idly on the edge of your pillow, his mind clouded with regret, when he suddenly feels your fingers brush against his. his gaze shifts to yours, and he knows immediately that youβve read him like a book.
the doctor steps out, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. sheβs seen the unspoken bond between the two of youβsomething that everyone else seems to notice, even if you and zach havenβt admitted it to yourselves.
βiβm so sorryββ zach starts, his voice heavy with remorse, but you cut him off with a gentle shake of your head.
βit wasnβt your fault, zach,β you say firmly, your voice soft yet steady. your fingers trace small patterns on the back of his hand, grounding him. βthere was no way to stop that fall from happening, or for you to avoid crashing into me. it was justβ¦ one of those things.β
zach looks down at your intertwined fingers, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.
you smile, swinging your legs carefully over the edge of the bed to stand. βthough i do wish you hadnβt elbowed me so hard in the process.β
your playful jab makes him groan, dropping his head into his hand. βyouβre never going to let me live that down, are you?β
βnot a chance,β you tease, grinning as you test your balance on your feet.
his guilty expression softens into something lighter, his lips quirking into a small smile as he watches you. βfair enough,β he murmurs, his tone filled with a mix of relief and something deeper he doesnβt quite let himself say.
as per the doctorβs advice, you and zach stopped at a nearby pharmacy on the way back to the cabin, picking up some arnica gel for the swelling and a bottle of tylenol. zach had insisted on carrying everything, even as you rolled your eyes and tried to insist you were fine.
back at the cabin, heβd gone into full caretaker mode. now, you were nestled on the couch in your favorite pajamas, surrounded by fluffed pillows, a warm blanket, and fuzzy socks. zach had even turned on your favorite comfort show, leaving no detail overlooked.
in the kitchen, you could hear him speaking quietly with your parents on the phone. the tone of his voice was calm and reassuring, though you caught a few words here and there about βkeeping an eye on herβ and βfollowing doctorβs orders.β
βyeah, I will. alrightβyeah, sounds good, Iβll let her know. oh- okay. bye.β
zach ended the call, setting his phone down on the kitchen island before heading over to you with a water bottle, a couple of tylenol pills, and a snack bowl balanced in his hands. he plopped onto the couch next to you, a small laugh escaping as he handed you the items.
βlet me guess,β you started, mockingly, βmake sure sheβs actually taking the pain meds and donβt let her go snowboarding no matter how much she begs.β
zach laughed, shaking his head. βpretty much. theyβre just worried about you. it took a lot of convincing to stop them from dropping everything at work and driving straight to the hospital.β
you took the water bottle and pills, rolling your eyes as you scanned the label. βthis is bullshit. i feel fine. it doesnβt even hurt that much anymore.β
zach raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. βdonβt lie. i can hear you cursing under your breath every time you move too fast.β
he twisted open the water bottle and popped open the tylenol, handing them back to you with an air of exaggerated patience.
βi can open my own stuff, you know,β you grumbled, though you took both from him.
βsure, you can,β he said, leaning back against the couch with a smirk. βbut this way, i get to feel useful. so, humor me.β
you roll your eyes but oblige, popping the pills into your mouth and washing them down with a gulp of water. for the rest of the afternoon, you and zach fully embraced the art of laziness. you binged several episodes of your comfort show, made your way through the entire snack bowl, and eventually ordered pizza, which arrived just as the last crumbs of chips were devouredβall within four hours.
the warmth of the blanket, the soft hum of the TV, and the exhaustion from the day caught up with you. before you knew it, your eyes drifted shut, the drowsiness overpowering. when you woke, it was to the gentle sensation of zachβs fingers absentmindedly scratching your scalp, the rhythm soothing and familiar.
blinking groggily, you realized your head was resting on his chest. you froze for a split second, then relaxed as the memory of shifting there for comfort came back to you. his chest was sturdy, warm, andβwellβperfectly positioned to avoid putting pressure on your sore side. at least, thatβs what you told yourself.
βhi,β you croaked, voice raspy with sleep.
βhey,β zach replied softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. his hand paused in your hair briefly before he added, βyou need to put the arnica gel on your bruise.β
you groaned in protest, burying your face further into his chest like a stubborn child. the vibration of his laugh rumbled beneath you, warm and familiar.
βcβmon,β he coaxed, leaning forward carefully so you werenβt jostled, reaching for the small container of arnica on the coffee table. his other arm stayed around you, steadying you as he sat back.
with a reluctant sigh, you pushed yourself off him, grumbling as you lifted your pajama shirt just enough to expose the bruised area. even with the pain dulled from the meds, the stretch made you wince, and you let the shirt drop again with a frustrated groan.
βcan you help me put it on?β you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
zach hesitated for a beat, the question catching him off guard. you didnβt notice, but his adamβs apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the proximity and intimacy of the request making his pulse quicken.
βyeah, of course,β he said, his voice steady despite the way his heart raced. he unscrewed the lid, squeezing a small amount of the gel onto his fingers before looking at you. when you nodded, he shifted closer, his movements gentle and deliberate as he applied the gel to your side.
his touch was careful, almost hesitant, as if afraid of hurting you. βlet me know if it stings,β he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.
βitβs fine,β you replied softly, your eyes closing again as the soothing coolness of the gel and his careful touch eased the ache.
zachβs jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he worked the now-warmed gel into your skin. the rhythmic motion of his fingers was steady, but inside, his composure was unraveling. there was something undeniably intimate about this momentβyour quiet, fluttering reactions every time his fingers brushed a new spot, the way your breath hitched when he applied just the right amount of pressure.
his fingers moved instinctively, lifting your shirt a little higher to cover the edges of the bruise, and thatβs when he saw it. the small, delicate tattoo just below the curve of your breast.
divine feminine.
the words seemed to stare back at him, burning into his mind as his breath hitched. he swallowed hard, his hand pausing briefly before continuing, slower this time. zach could feel his body reacting in ways he knew it shouldnβt. his chest tightened, and he bit down on his bottom lip, trying to keep himself grounded as warmth pooled low in his stomach.
then you let out a soft, unintentional moanβa mix of pain and relief as his fingers brushed over a particularly tender spot. the sound, quiet and fleeting, sent a chill through him. he froze, inhaling sharply, his hands momentarily still against your side.
your eyes fluttered open, hazy with the remnants of drowsiness. βiβm sorry,β zach murmured, his voice tight.
concern crosses your features as you began to sit up. βzach, itβs fine,β you said, misinterpreting his sudden apology. βit didnβt hurt. i promise.β
but that wasnβt it. not at all.
no, zach wasnβt thinking about the gel, the bruise, or even the fact that he mightβve applied too much pressure. his thoughts had plunged into dangerous territory, spiraling with images he couldnβt suppress.
he was imagining you making that sound againβbut for entirely different reasons. how your breathless moans might sound against his ear as you writhed beneath him, your body arching into his as you begged for him to let you cum.
how you might look with your face pressed into the pillows, gripping the sheets, gasping his name in broken cries as he pounded relentlessly inside you from behind, squeezing tightly around him, his hands gripping your hips firmly but gently, guiding you to him.
zach blinked, forcing himself back to the present, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. he dragged a hand through his hair, quickly standing up and mumbling something about needing a drink of water, leaving you puzzled and slightly concerned as he practically fled to the kitchen.
you stood up, muttering a low curse under your breath as the ache in your side flared. despite the pain, you followed him into the kitchen, determined to figure out what was wrong.
βzach,β you called softly, your voice breaking the quiet. he didnβt turn, his back to you, shoulders tense as he stared down at the empty glass in his hands.
stepping closer, you positioned yourself in front of him, standing just beneath his gaze. even then, he refused to look at you, his jaw clenched tightly.
βzach,β you repeated, your fingers gently brushing against his cheek, cupping it to force his eyes to meet yours. the warmth of your touch was almost unbearable for him.
βdonβtββ he mumbled, voice low and strained, his gaze flickering to the side as if avoiding yours could somehow mask the turmoil written all over his face.
but you saw it anywayβguilt. raw and unfiltered, pooling in his dark eyes and spilling over in the form of unshed tears.
βzach, what is it?β you asked, your voice soft, barely above a whisper in the still air.
he blinked hard, his breathing uneven as he struggled to hold himself together. the weight of his thoughts pressed heavily on his chest. you trusted him, leaned on him when you were in pain, and here he was, betraying that trust in the worst wayβfantasizing about you.
the images haunted him. he couldnβt stop the shameful loop of memories from late nights in his dorm, where he would close his eyes and imagine you in ways he couldnβt admit aloud. he would picture you on top of him, trying to adjust to his size, your brows furrowed and lips parted in quiet gasps. how you might bite your lip to stifle your moans, only to collapse onto his chest when you came undone, breathless and trembling.
but those were just fantasies, fleeting and far removed from reality. they werenβt supposed to bleed into a moment like thisβwhen you were hurt, vulnerable, and looking at him with those wide, concerned eyes.
he squeezed his eyes shut, his voice barely audible. βyou were hurt because of me, and iβi canβt stop thinking aboutβ¦β he trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to physically dispel the thoughts. βitβs not right. iβm not right.β
you frowned, your thumb brushing against his cheek in a soothing gesture. βzach, talk to me. whatβs going on?β
he hesitated, his chest rising and falling as he wrestled with himself, unsure if he could say the words that would change everything.
βhey.β your voice was firm yet gentle, cutting through the silence. zachβs eyes opened, hesitantly meeting yours.
βitβs me,β you said, your tone softening. βyou can tell me anything, zach. you know that.β
he chewed the inside of his cheek, his jaw tightening as he tried to muster the courage to speak. βiβm so sorry, y/n,β he began, voice heavy with guilt. βi feel awful about what happened todayβabout you getting hurt. and then youβre here, trusting me to help you, and iβmβ¦β he trailed off, sighing deeply as he covered his eyes with his hand. βiβm trying so hard to control myself, and itβs not okay.β
your brows furrowed as you processed his words, trying to piece together what he meant. the hesitation in his voice, the way he avoided your gazeβit all felt so unlike him.
then, as your eyes flickered downward, you noticed it. the unmistakable bulge in the fabric of his sweats. your breath hitched in realization, a soft gasp escaping your lips before you could stop it.
zachβs hand remained firmly over his eyes, his posture rigid as if bracing himself for your reaction. the room felt impossibly still, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy in the air.
you reached up, your fingers wrapping gently around his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. zach resisted for a moment, but when he finally let you guide him, his eyes met yoursβhesitant, filled with embarrassment.
you offered him a small, reassuring smile, one that melted the tension in his features ever so slightly. without a word, you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against his in a kiss that was both hesitant and deliberate.
his brows furrowed, his body frozen for a split second, caught off guard by your sudden boldness. but then, as if a switch flipped, he responded, his hands instinctively finding your face. his touch was firm yet gentle, cradling you as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
it was tender and charged all at once, a silent confession spilling between you both without the need for words. the kitchen, the guilt, the tensionβit all faded into the background, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in the moment you hadnβt realized both been waiting for.
your small hands gripped the sides of his sweater near his waist, anchoring yourself to him as his tongue slipped into your mouth without warning. the sensation sent a shiver down your spine, a soft gasp escaping your lips. every movementβevery stroke of his tongue against yours, every firm tug of your hairβset your senses on fire, unraveling emotions youβd worked so hard to bury.
of course you liked zach.
you always had.
the realization hit you like a flood, overwhelming and undeniable. you had tucked those feelings deep into the corners of your heart, afraid of what would happen if zach ever found out. you couldnβt bear the thought of ruining what you had. but the truth was simple: your heart had always been his.
you loved him.
zach pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss as both of you panted for air. his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and ragged. βwait, waitββ he murmured, his voice low and unsteady.
you whimpered softly, a needy sound you didnβt mean to let out and his cock twitched at it. βzach, please,β you whispered, desperate to feel his lips on yours again, the taste of him still lingering.
he smiled softly, brushing a quick kiss against your lips that left you craving more. βi know, mβsorry, baby,β he murmured.
the nickname made your stomach flutter, sending a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the cozy cabin. you sighed, tilting your head to look up at him, waiting for the words that you knew were coming.
zachβs face was conflicted, his brows drawn together as he avoided your gaze for a moment. βi canβt believe iβm saying thisβ¦ but we canβt tonight,β he admitted, chewing on his bottom lip in that pained way he did when he was struggling with something.
you groaned softly, the disappointment evident in your expression. your eyes softened as you saw the genuine concern etched into his face.
βi donβt want to hurt you even more,β he continued, his hand brushing lightly against your side. βand it could make your injury worse.β
βzach,β you whined, leaning your forehead against his chest, squeezing your eyes shut. βweβll be careful,β you pleaded, your voice soft and hopeful.
you tilted your head back up, your big, pleading eyes locking with his. you knew exactly the effect they had on him, and for a second, you saw him falter. his jaw tightened as he exhaled a shaky breath, clearly battling with himself.
zach let out a defeated sigh, his resolve crumbling as he crouched down and effortlessly lifted your legs around his waist. the sudden motion made you giggle, clinging to him instinctively. βi win,β you teased breathlessly, a triumphant grin spreading across your lips.
his only response was a sly smirk before pinching your ass, making you squeal in surprise. βcareful, or i might change my mind,β he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he carried you to the bed.
the soft mattress welcomed you as he laid you down gently, the warm glow of the electric fireplace casting flickering shadows across the room. the heat of the moment mirrored the cozy warmth surrounding you both.
zach slid between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips as he settled there, his aching length pressing against you in a way that made your heart race. neither of you hesitatedβyour lips collided in a fervent kiss, all hunger and passion, as if this moment had been years in the making. which it was.
your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands as you pulled him closer. his lips moved against yours with a desperation that mirrored your own, each kiss deeper, more intoxicating, than the last. it felt as if the rest of the world melted away, leaving only the two of you in the crackling warmth of the cabin.
βgod, you have no idea how much iβve wanted this,β zach murmurs against your lips, his voice a mix of hunger and longing. your response is a soft moan, quiet but fervent, that makes him press even closer.
he trails a series of slow, teasing kisses down your neck, each nip and suck prompting a sweet, aching arch from your bodyβuntil a sudden twinge in your side makes you wince. zach notices immediately, pulling back, concern flooding his eyes. βyou okay?β
you nod, forcing a soft smile while trying to mask the lingering pain. youβve waited too long for this moment and the last thing you want is for him to stop.
he studies you for a second, as if assessing whether youβre truly good, then sits back on his legs. βalright,β he says, voice calm but resolute, βthis is how itβs gonna go, then. you canβt move. at all.β
your brows draw together, half-expecting him to crack a grin. but he doesnβt. heβs serious, his gaze unwavering.
βif you move,β he continues, his voice dropping lower, βor try to, iβll stop.β
you swallow, the weight of his words and the gentle authority in his tone sending a surge of arousal low into your belly. you bite the inside of your cheek, eyes fixed on him, already imagining how youβll manage to keep still under his touch.
βokay,β you whisper, voice steady but laced with anticipation.
zachβs fingertips skimmed over the outside of your closed thighs, his touch feather-light yet deliberate, as if savoring the moment before taking it further. you watched him through half-lidded eyes, heart thrumming in your chest. with patient care, he began to slide your pajama pants down, revealing your baby blue lace underwear.
his throat worked over a hard swallow as he took you in, jaw clenching and pulse thrumming hot beneath his skin. he could feel himself respond immediatelyβhis cock straining against the softness of his sweats. you saw the way his eyes darkened, how that gentle composure threatened to unravel.
without a word, he eased the lace down as well, leaving you bare before him. instinctively, you kept your thighs pressed together, a final barrier of modesty even as your cheeks warmed. he paused, taking in the sightβthe subtle flush on your skinβletting the tension in the air stretch taut.
his gaze flickered up to yours, intense and wordless, the warm glow of the fireplace painting both of you in golden hues that made everything feel dreamy and far removed from the outside world.
βperfect,β he whispered, the single word washing over you, making your skin prickle with a delicious heat. it was as if he saw you in a new lightβsomething delicate and cherished. you felt the flush rise all the way from your chest to your cheeks.
he worked on the buttons of your top with gentle care, careful not to brush too roughly near your bruise. his eyes softened the moment the fabric parted, revealing the tender, discolored skin along your ribs. it was more than just concern written in his featuresβthere was affection, regret, and a silent promise to be gentle.
before you could protest or reassure him, his head dipped down, pressing a series of soft, reverent kisses to the bruise as he eased the top off you, leaving you bare. you shivered under the weight of his tenderness, the careful attention making you feel impossibly close to him.
his fingers drifted lower along your navel, the sensitive skin prickling under his touch. he nuzzled his head beneath your jaw, encouraging you to tilt your head and grant him better access as he breathed slowly, evenly, his warm breath fanning over your throat. just as you began to surrender to the sensation of his lips on your neck, he slipped his hand further down, exploring the softness between your legs.
the first gentle slide of his fingertips through your slick folds made your jaw slacken, a quiet gasp escaping. gathering your wetness, he began to trace slow, deliberate shapes over your clit, drawing you into a heady rhythm that set every nerve alight. your body instinctively wanted to rise to meet his touch, but each time your hips started to rock forward, heβd slow his pace, lifting his gaze to give you a knowing, pointed lookβreminding you of your earlier agreement.
the unspoken rule was clear: no moving. you had to let him lead, to trust him completely. caught between sweet frustration and delicious anticipation, you let out a shaky breath and let him guide your pleasure, your heart pounding in your ears.
βshitβyouβre soaking,β zach groaned, voice low and strained as he picked up the pace of his fingers. each curl and slide drew out soft, breathy whimpers that spilled from your parted lips. he wore a look of intense concentration, as though memorizing every sound you made.
without warning, his middle finger pressed at your entrance before slowly sinking in, earning a strangled moan that made him nuzzle deeper into your neck. βgod,β he breathed, voice muffled against your skin, βyou feel so good.β you tightened around him reflexively, and he groaned, the vibration of his voice sending sparks along your spine.
straightening up, he shifted to sit back on his legs, changing the angle and giving himself a better view. he guided your knee down flat against the mattress, not just for his eyes but to ensure you couldnβt easily arch into his touch. a high, keening moan tore from your throat as he curled his finger inside you, hitting that perfect spot that sent tremors through your thighs.
you fought the urge to lift your hips, remembering his warning. still, your body trembled with the need to move, to push deeper into that intoxicating sensation. zach noticedβhow could he not?βand it fueled the dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. he knew you were on the edge, knew how badly you wanted to give in.
meanwhile, his own restraint was wearing thin. he was hardβachingly soβand the slow, deliberate way you clenched around his finger nearly did him in. but he held back and added a second finger, pulling a sharp moan from you. if you couldnβt keep still now, how could you handle all of him inside you? this was a test of sorts, a delicious torment, and he was savoring every second.
he felt the way you clenched around his fingers, each flutter and squeeze like a plea for release. your hand gripped his wrist, desperate and trembling, but his pace never wavered. βgonna cum for me, angel?β he asked, voice heavy with anticipation.
you nodded frantically, wordless cries tumbling past your lips as he kept hitting that perfect spot inside you. the pressure built swiftly, stealing your breath, until you shattered around him. your vision went white, the world narrowing down to nothing but the pleasure he wrung from your body.
he guided you through it, not stopping until your muscles started to twitch with the first hints of overstimulation. finally, he slowed, easing you down until your body relaxed beneath him, trembling and sated.
with deliberate slowness, he withdrew his fingers, eyes locked on yours. you watched as he brought them to his mouth, his gaze never leaving your face. he sucked on the digits, tasting you the way heβd imagined a thousand times, letting out a deep, appreciative groan. the warmth of his breath on your skin, the soft glow around you bothβeverything felt charged and intimate, humming with the understanding that nothing would be the same between you again.
zach tugged his sweatshirt off in one smooth, hurried motion, the fabric barely brushing his skin before it landed somewhere on the floor. the urgency in his movements was unmistakableβhe was desperate to feel you against him again. every nerve in his body was alight, the ache of wanting you growing more intense by the second.
with a quick push, he lowered his sweatpants and boxers together, freeing himself in one swift motion. the sight of him made your pulse stumble. he was hugeβimposingly soβand the thought of taking him in had your breath catching in your throat. you tried to keep your expression neutral, but the widening of your eyes gave you away.
zach noticed. a hint of a smirk ghosted his lips as he settled himself between your thighs, his length resting hot and heavy against your abdomen. leaning down, he caught your mouth in a kiss that was both tender and all-consuming, as if he needed to show you how much he wanted you, how badly he craved this moment with you.
βitβs okay, baby,β he murmured against your lips, voice low and reassuring. βweβll make it fit.β he pulled back slightly, just enough to watch your face as he guided his tip to your entrance. he gave himself a few slow pumps, as though trying to ease the ache and calm the racing of his own heartbeat.
your breath caught again, excitement and nervous anticipation mingling as he hovered there, every second swelling with tension and promise.
he pressed forward slowly, a careful, deliberate push that drew a ragged gasp from both of you. his forehead hovered just above yours, the soft brush of your lips more an exchange of breath than a kiss, and you tangled your fingers into his hair, gripping gently as he eased himself deeper. small, shallow strokes let you stretch around him, adjusting inch by inch.
your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the dull ache that signaled your body opening to him. he paused when he was fully sheathed, giving you time to accommodate his size. your breath caught as his pelvis brushed against your clit, sparking a low moan from your chest. then he pulled back just enough, pushing forward again to repeat the motion, sending soft ripples of pleasure through you. each gentle thrust replaced pain with gathering warmth, and you felt your body relaxing, welcoming him fully as a quiet whimper escaped your throat.
soon, the discomfort faded entirely, leaving only the sweet, humming pleasure of his movements. once he sensed the tension melt from your muscles, he began a steady, more confident rhythm. a subtle shift in angle, and before long, he had your legs wrapped around his waist, granting him deeper access. the pace picked up, each thrust punctuated by the soft slap of skin and echoed moans that drifted through the room.
you couldnβt hold back a curse at the intensity of it allβhis body pressed to yours, filling you so completely, his breathing mixing with yours in frantic, needy staccato. it was raw and intoxicating, the two of you lost in the moment, in each other.
βmm, sβ so deep,β you whimpered, voice catching as you glanced down between your bodies. the sight of him disappearing into you with each thrust made your stomach flutter, your walls gripping him tightly.
zachβs breathing turned ragged, trying to maintain enough control to keep you safe and comfortable. but the temptation was too strong, and he gave a particularly sharp thrust, testing your reaction. you yelped, not in pain but in startled pleasure, and he felt you clench around him in response. encouraged, he repeated it until you were left hiccuping between sobs of bliss, every stroke drawing you closer to that sweet oblivion.
βi know, baby,β he murmured, voice thick with need. leaning down, he braced himself and brought his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. he stroked firm, fast circles, determined to send you over the edge first. your nails raked along his shoulders, your breath hitching with each spiral of sensation. the coil in your belly tightened, ready to snap, as he coaxed you closer and closer toward that shattering release.
ββzach,β you warned, voice thin and strained. his response was a low, desperate moan, fingers and hips working in tandem, never giving you a momentβs respite. every thrust felt deeper than the last, his fingertips circling that swollen, sensitive spot until you were on the verge of unraveling completely.
βcβmon, baby,β he coaxed, voice rough and urgent. βsoak me. i wanna feel it.β his pace quickened, hips snapping forward, and you gasped as a wave of pleasure hit you hard and fast. your walls clamped down around him, body arching, a silent scream caught in your throat as you were hurled headfirst into bliss.
zach kept moving, guiding you through the aftershocks, his cock dragging through your pulsing muscles as you trembled beneath him. your moans tumbled into whimpers, every nerve still singing with overstimulation. your fingers curled into his shoulders, breath coming in ragged gasps. βplease cum inside me,β you begged, voice shaky and raw, desperate to feel him follow you into that world of sensation.
you felt him stiffen, his rhythm faltering as he pressed closer, every breath hot against your ear. with a low, guttural moan, he finally let go, hips rolling gently as he filled you, warmth spreading with each soft pulse. you could feel it, the tension draining from his body, leaving both of you weightless and sated.
his forehead dipped into the crook of your neck, lips pressing languid, grateful kisses against your skin. he was careful with his weight, mindful of your injury and the tenderness in your body, as both of you lingered in the lingering glow. your breaths intermingled, still coming in soft, uneven gasps as you drifted down from that blissful high.
after a moment, he slowly pulled out, making you both hiss quietly at the sensitivity. he rolled onto his side, immediately reaching for you and covering both of your cooling bodies with the duvet. you shifted to face him, still a little breathless, your eyes meeting as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
βhi,β you managed, voice husky and soft, a small, contented smile curving your lips.
a quiet laugh escaped him, his arm moving soothingly up and down your back. βhey,β he replied, voice deep and warm, as if speaking in a secret language only the two of you understood.
βi donβt think i told you this earlier butβ¦β you begin, voice soft and cautious as you search for the right words. βiβm all in, zach.β your heart is pounding in your ears, and youβre pretty sure he can feel it where heβs pressed close to you under the duvet.
zachβs eyes soften, a gentle smile curving his lips. the slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes gives away his relief. you draw a shaky breath, forging ahead. βi feel like you know youβve always been it for me. or even if you didnβt, i did. youβre my endgame.β
youβre watching him carefully, looking for any flicker of doubt or hesitation, but all you see is the same warmth and affection youβve been craving for years.
he doesnβt say a word at first, just leans in and kisses youβslow and deliberate, a silent promise pressed softly into your lips. then he moves along your cheek, brushing your skin with tender pecks, and keeps going until youβre giggling, trying to squirm away from his playful assault of affection.
when he finally pulls back, both of you breathless with laughter, he meets your gaze head-on. βiβve always loved you, y/n,β he says, voice steady and sure. βyouβre it for me.β
your heart swells, and you think youβve never been happier than in this very moment, wrapped up in his arms, secure in the certainty of what comes next.
for the rest of the night, you and zach drifted in and out of conversationβthose familiar, meandering chats that never really needed a pointβpunctuated by soft laughter and sweet nothings murmured into the darkness. in the quiet spaces, you made love again and again, as if making up for all the time lost.
the next morning, you woke to find the bed empty. you stretched, the slight ache in your side a warm reminder of the day before. slipping into zachβs sweater and a pair of sleep shorts, you followed the glow of holiday lights out of the bedroom. as you reached the upstairs landing, your eyes widened at the transformation: the entire cabin, from the top floor down, was strung with festive garlands, sparkling ornaments, and twinkling lights.
a fond smile curved on your lips as you descended the stairs, drawn toward the kitchen by soft clinks and muffled curses. rounding the corner, you spotted zach at the stove, his back to you, clearly wrestling with some culinary experiment. βmorning,β you said, leaning your elbows on the island.
he turned quickly, an anxious frown on his face. βdid i wake you?β he asked, only to relax when you shook your head. you slipped behind the island to join him, his arms sliding around your waist as you took in the sight of eggs and batter, a haphazard attempt at breakfast. βwanted to surprise you,β he murmured into your hair. you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek in thanks.
βgood morning, baby,β zach said softly, smiling down at you.
just then, the front door swung open. in came both sets of parents and a handful of siblings, chatter and laughter echoing off the wood-paneled walls. βhello, hello!β your momβs voice rang out. before you and zach could step apart or even explain yourselves, she rounded the corner into the kitchen. the scene she found: zach nuzzling your neck, you murmuring about how sweet he was being, both of you bathed in the soft glow of holiday lights.
you froze, cheeks flushing, while zachβs arms tightened protectively around you. your families, already grinning from the doorway, seemed more than pleased to discover the truth youβd both been too shy to admitβuntil now.
βalright, i called it! everyone cough it up!β avery, zachβs little sister, crowed triumphantly. your families groaned in unison, each one reluctantly digging into their pockets to hand over five dollars. avery quickly amassed thirty bucks in her palm, grinning from ear to ear.
you and zach exchanged a look, trying and failing to stifle your laughter before pulling apart and greeting everyone properly. you embraced each of them in turn, still a bit stunned to see them all here a day early. the cabin brimmed with the scent of pine, hot chocolate, and something baking in the ovenβwarmth and comfort encapsulated in one cozy scene.
for the remainder of your winter break, you and zach reveled in that feeling of family and togetherness. your days filled with laughter echoing off the wooden walls, good-natured bickering with siblings over board games, and playful teasing from your parents that had both of you blushing more than once. above all, there was the gentle thrill of reaching for zachβs hand under the table, catching his eye across the room, and feeling love wrapped around you like a warm blanket against the cold outside.
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