melting the ice (shes a professor, a bit longer too)
please be mine (hurt/comfort vibe, still some fun though)
giving in (you work for her, mutual crush)
headcanons about her being your ex (a bit more than that, but thats the premise)
being adult taivans younger lover headcanons
a warm kind of love (christmas/winter fic)
no need to be brave (the only fic related to her illness, emotional/romantic vibe but some smut too)
changing her ways (one-night-stand turns into something more intense/romantic)
in an empty theater (she owns a cinema and uses it to her advantage with you)
can’t get enough (heavier on the smut than usual, my horniest one for her I’d say, but sweet too bc established relationship <3)
farmer!Van headcanons (sort of a narrative, romantic with decent amount of nsfw hcs)
stealing time with her (heavier on the smut again but also pretty sweet bc its gf!Van)
pillow talk (takes place over the phone/phone sex, gf!Van, sweet vibe)
old flames burn brighter (ex!Van, she desperately wants another chance, flirty, smutty vibe <3)
wilder than she seems (part one of a two-part fic! AU where she moved to your rural home-town, a summer fling that quickly turns into more, pretty even mix of dialogue/smut/romance)
someone to come home to (part two for the one above! a bit of a time-jump, more established dynamic, more romantic, decent amount of smut too though)
teen Van
the kiss you never tasted (no smut, just light nsfw)
teen Nat
secretly dating her while shes the antler queen headcanons
Tess Servopoulos
multi-chapter/ long fics
soft core / something to lose (Jackson AU series, part 1+2)
crossing lines / the sweetest secret ( no outbreak AU series, part 1+2, available both on here on ao3, nearly 50k words together)
a hidden heat (summer camp/no outbreak AU, 30k words)
one-shots:
let me help (hurt/comfort in a way, my first fic for her)
Hello there! How are you doing?! I hope you're all good there. I'm passing by to tell you one more time how much I adore your writing (specially the ones with Tess. I still read em' over and over again), you're truly talented, I keep on getting amazed at how imersive your stories are, feels good to flung out of reality sometimes yk... :)
Wishing you an amazing New Year ✨️ mwah!
hi! I’m doing well rn bc the holidays have been a nice time of relaxing and recharging 😌 I hope you’re doing well too <3 and thank you so much for your kind words!! I was actually thinking of coming on here to tell everyone who read my fics this year that I’m very grateful for it, so your message is giving me the perfect opportunity to do just that 🫶🏻 I was thinking about how glad I am that I started sharing my writing on here two years ago and that it connected me to an audience that enjoys my style and made me write wayyy more than I would’ve otherwise! <3 also, it’s sweet to me that you mention the Tess fics bc the longer ones still have a special place in my heart, I’m proud of the passion I poured into sth that was so niche and I remember how generous the comments were! makes me happy to know that people are still reading my work from back then and I’m glad I could make you feel so immersed 💕
also wanna say thank u to the adult Van crowd for the first half of 2025 on this blog! I genuinely enjoyed all of the fics I wrote this year <3
anyway, this was a lovely surprise when I saw it in my notifs and I wish you (and anyone else reading this) a beautiful new year xx 💫🪷
hii, I wrote a MariShauna fic, so I’ll leave the link here for anyone who is interested!! <3
the lady and the butcher
(ca.13k words, explicit, sort of a royalty AU where Mari comes from wealth and Shauna works for her father but thats just the very basic way of putting it, the tags on ao3 and the fic itself tell you more, about half of it is smut)
heyyy I know I haven’t been on here for like two months but I started writing a fic for a yj ship yesterday which I haven’t done in like six? months, so I might be posting the link to that in the near future <3 :) it’s my first time writing for this ship and you wouldn’t expect that specific pairing just from looking at my blog I think lol but I do really love them and have been enjoying myself with the story, partially bc its faaar away from canon which is fun 😚 hope you guys are all doing well and that October is kind to you🫶🏻
plot: you meet up with your love at the end of her work day to spend the night at her place, both of you dying to get lost in each other again, to be close and make up for the hours you had to spend apart during the day
authors note: this is my first time writing a continuation for one of my Van fics but I felt like giving it a try with this one! the first part was a flirty meet-cute vibe, so I skipped forward in time a bit to make it an established dynamic, more intense/romantic <3 hope you enjoy! (ca. 9k words)
warnings: smut (both receiving, more focused on reader)
the day after your fateful second date with Van marked the start of you finding a new home in her house, her bed, her arms. the hours you spent with her melted into a timeless blur of searing heat and passion, as well as comfort and ease, both unravelling and steadying each other during the hottest weeks of the year, cooling your shared feverish longing for each other’s touch.
it was the ideal summer fling even though both of you knew it wasn´t just that, not at all, neither of you playing it cool or pretending you weren´t head over heels. words were never needed to know that it was a mutual feeling, it was obvious, to you two and to onlookers who saw you walking around arm in arm, the fact that you had something special, something precious, something you´d try your best to return to after the inevitable parting of ways once you´d go back to college.
for the time being though, you savored every moment together without dreading the eventual separation, glowing with the shared delight of being desired that deeply, as if you´d been waiting for each other all along, storing all of your romantic impulses to unleash them upon each other once you finally crossed paths.
weekends quickly became sacred to you since Van had a regular 9-5 job that she got when she moved to town in the spring, a simple job that paid the bills, a welcome change after years and years of being self-employed and in debt. she wasn´t the type to give big speeches but you could tell that she was very grateful for your support, the way you´d soothe her after a long day, playing wifey for her and pretending she´d done hard physical labor all day while massaging her and cooing at her that you´ll take care of her however she wants. Van returned the energy whenever you had a rough day and needed cheering up or when you were on your period, always treating you like you were too frail to lift a finger, doting on you and fanning your face while you were draped across her lap.
whenever you weren´t being homebodies you often ended up driving around with the windows down, laying down in the shade of trees, swimming in lakes nearby, sharing meals and drinks at your favorite spots around town, touching each other under the tables, your hand always on her arm, hers always on your knee, the soft inside of your thigh, caressing you while listening to you talk, her face betraying just how lovestruck she was, even when her sunglasses were hiding her eyes.
your parents most likely didn´t buy it, that you were spending that many days and nights with high school friends, but they could tell that whoever you were seeing was making you happy, so they didn´t press the issue and let you go about your summer as you pleased - you were grown and they were just glad to see that some stranger was apparently taking good care of their daughter.
Van often gave you flowers to take home and put on your nightstand, not huge showy bouquets but hand-picked bundles of wildflowers, a new color scheme every time, sometimes blue and purple and pink, other times orange and fushia, or a full on rainbow. you kept them all and pressed them in books once they started to wilt.
you shared her love of gift-giving and always found little things to give to her, like a new flavor of her favorite brand of lip balm or a shirt you found at the thrift store, her wardrobe growing pretty fast once you started dating, her old shirts thrown out of the rotation in favor of the ones that made her think of you when you weren´t with her. she once almost proposed to you on the spot when you brought her a vintage shirt with a Twin Peaks print on the front, somehow guessing correctly that she was a Lynch girl before she even told you.
both of you wished you could just spend all of your days attached at the hip but luckily she often only worked four days a week, so you did still have a good amount of time together and
you adored the nighttime with her, the freedom to stay up and do whatever you wanted.
that Friday night you felt the same anticipation as every other night that you´d made your way over to her place. you usually gave her about an hour after work to calm down and freshen up, to relax and shake off the tension of the day.
no matter how many times you took the short drive over to her house, you always felt giddy on the way there as if it was your first date. you found yourself buying new clothes and choosing new scents with more excitement than before, showering and getting ready with more intent, savoring the process of getting yourself nice and done up, since you finally had someone to show yourself off to.
at 07:05 you rang her bell and the moment she opened the door you were hit by how pretty she looked, yet again: her hair still slightly damp from a recent shower, dressed in a soft t-shirt, the outline of her chest visible through the thin fabric, plaid boxers revealing her pale but slightly bronzed legs, her face all fresh and dewy. a shared hunger hung in the air between you, which made you pause and stare for a second, her gaze travelling up and down your body as she sighed and said “damn, look at you” taking the words right out of your mouth.
Van was leaning against the doorframe all smug but not for long, instead of wasting time on small talk you hurried over to her and pushed your way in, slamming the door shut with your foot and practically lunging at her, throwing your arms around her neck and giving her a deep kiss hello, your hands tangled in her hair, her arms tight around your back, lifting you up a bit as she made a “hmm” sound and kissed you just as passionately, not yet making out, just keeping your lips pressed together as tightly as possible, smiling into it, content.
you gave her a few quick but charged kisses and sighed “hm, I missed you today”, Van nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath while mumbling “missed you too, baby. you smell so good..” brushing her nose over your soft skin and giving it a kiss before pulling away and meeting your eyes, keeping her arms around your lower back, eyeing you with a mix of tenderness and need, her dark blue eyes sparkling even in the shadier part of her house.
you put your palms on the sides of her face and caressed her with your thumb, watching her yield instantly, smitten as you asked “so, how was your day?”.
Van leaned into your hand and gripped your even tighter than before as she said “uh, can´t really remember right now..” her eyes shut, her face flushed, her train of thought already vanishing into thin air from your loving touch which she wanted much more of, so you grinned and whispered “good.” as you took her hand and dragged her over to the couch. Van almost tripped as she followed you and asked “but what about you, how was your day?”, clearly trying her best to be considerate even while struggling with her grasp on language.
“oh the usual, being lazy as sin while you were hard at work” you joked while pulling her down into the cushions with you. “but now... I have something to do” you teased and stared at her while pushing her back and almost climbing onto her lap, which made her laugh “oh yeah?” her voice breathy and cracked from the feeling of being handled like that by you.
“hmm yeah” you sighed and started feeling her up, one hand gripping her thigh as you kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, Van shuddering and tilting her head up to give you more access, submission without protest, as always, clinging to you as you pressed yourself up against her, running your hand up and down her leg, squeezing here and there, never letting go, her neck flushed from your kisses and bites.
your hormones had been fucking with you the whole day, so now that you had her to yourself again you wanted to eat her up, even more than usual, so you kissed her again, much deeper than before, which made Van whimper and open her mouth in surrender, glad to just lay there and take it, addicted to the feeling of being grabbed and lavished with attention by you, blissed you, the memory of moments like that getting her through even the toughest days at work, the knowledge that her girl is gonna get all over her again later.
you pushed her shirt up and groped her shamelessly while licking over her bottom lip, smiling at her while sighing “mine..all mine..” Van´s lips parted and her eyes half-lidded as she nodded and agreed “yeah.. god do whatever you want please..”, which she didn´t need to say twice.
you leaned down and kissed her between her breasts before moving to her left one to suck on it, licking over her already hard nipple before closing your lips, the wet hot feeling of it making her moan loud enough to get embarrassed by it, digging her nails into your back as you suckled on her, nibbled at the soft flesh, left a faint bruise from how desperately you were going at it. you ran your flat tongue from one of her tits to the other and left her skin glistening with your spit all over, splotches of red blooming on her chest within no time, both of you grinding your hips and whining, her hands in your hair, scratching, holding on, until you pulled away from her upper body and admired your work, your lips swollen, your breath all kinds of ragged and irregular, matching hers.
the pent-up desire was making Van feel insane by then, so she grabbed you pushed you up against the armrest of the couch, a gasp from you as she kissed your neck and sunk her teeth in, unable to stop herself, a wince of pleasure and pain leaving you as you held onto her and sighed “fuck..”, the sensation of her tongue on your pulsepoint, soothing her bitemark, enough to make your mind go blank with desire.
“fuck, come on our clothes are pissing me off” Van groaned as she grabbed your hand and peeled you off the couch to lead you to the bedroom with hurried steps, gripping you as if she was scared you´d slip away.
the second you were in her room you both fumbled with your clothes until they were discarded in a messy pile on the floor, not even leaving your underwear on because you both needed to be skin to skin, as close as possible, eager to melt into one again after fantasizing all day, aching for it, the comfort and fire of your intimacy.
it was a beautiful hour, the orange sunset casting warm light onto the walls, the windows open since her bedroom overlooked her lush backyard, your little safe haven of total privacy, a soft gust of wind brushing over your exposed bodies as you sunk into the sheets and pillows, embracing, legs entwined, making out while your tits pressed up against hers, her hand gentle on the back of your head as you slipped your tongue deeper into her mouth, neither of you sure who was moaning louder.
both of you were so eager that you kept moving and adjusting your position, the warmth and smoothness of your skin driving each other crazy, kissing sloppily and slowly until you ran out of breath and just whined into your open mouths, her hands settling on your ass, grabbing, pulling you closer and getting a strangled moan out of you as the friction gave you a sharp throbbing sensation, Van´s own sounds as pathetic as usual, her composure still just as fragile as when you´d first fucked, as if she´d never been touched before, brushing her hair out of her face before she leaned in to kiss your shoulder, achingly gentle with it as you held her close and rubbed your leg up over hers, still so affected by it, the heavenly feeling of being body to body with her.
for a good while you kept making out and touching, falling into your familiar sensual rhythm and whispering sweet nothings until you couldn´t take it anymore and made her sit up a bit so you could climb onto her and sit with your legs on either side of her thigh, your wetness pressing up against her muscle in a way that made her take a sharp breath in and groan “jesus christ..”.
she reached out to hold you up, to support you and caress your back as you started grinding against her thigh to relieve yourself of the burning ache at your core, the pulsing sensation about to kill you if you didn´t get yourself off, so Van watched in awe and felt herself grow just as wet from having you use her like that, spreading your juices all over her leg, humping her and mewling, shameless, depserate as hell, rolling your hips in increasing speed as she moaned “fuck baby you´re killing me here”, lifting her leg up to give you an even better angle, smiling when you groaned “yeah.. fuck”.
your affection for her suddenly overwhelmed you as you rocked against her and felt her hands all over your back, saw the pretty pink flesh on her chest where you´d left your mark, her face colored in deep arousal, so you pulled her in for a desperate kiss, helpless and weak from your need to come, Van kissing you softly and cooing at you how beautiful you looked until her voice gave out from your sudden next move: you put your hand between her legs and felt how soaked she´d gotten just from watching you, slipping your fingers between her folds to gather the juices and rub her clit, her hands almost bruising your hips then as she leaned back against the headboard and trembled while biting her lip, the double sensation of you leaking over her leg while she messed up your hand too much to bear, so, just as you shuddered and shook while coming against her leg, Van came against your fingers, never seizing to shock you with how little it for her to unravel from your touch, some nights losing count of the amount of times you´d felt her tense up under you.
you were both out of breath then as you rested your head on her shoulder and felt her tremble just as violently as you, clearly desperate for more. “I need you so bad…” you whined, as if you weren´t already in the middle of it, which gave Van a sudden burst of energy, the burning urge to please you, the sounds of your pleading so sweet that she kissed your hot face over and over an sighed “shh, it´s okay, let me take care of it” before she carefully moved you off her lap to lay you down on your back. she moving a pillow under your head to get you nice and comfortable, always handling you with care even when she could´ve devoured you on the spot.
she got between your legs and coaxed them wider apart to have enough space, her arms reaching up to cup your breasts as she leaned down and kissed your lower stomach. she nuzzled her nose against that part of your body she was so obsessed with, drooling at the sight whenever you wore shirts that didn´t fully cover your midriff, kissing and licking over your skin there while squeezing the soft flesh of your tits, your body going slack and pliant, your abdomen tightening with need, your muscles flexing under her mouth, your breaths labored from pleasure and anticipation.
Van felt you growing impatient and kissed her way up your stomach, between your tits to your neck, your throat, leaving a path of heat all the way up to your jaw, your chin, and finally your lips, drawing the kiss out and feeling your tongue against hers as you scratched up and down her back, your nails digging in just enough to leave the faintest pink marks, a purring sound from her as she pulled away and savored the sensation of it. she propped herself up to look down and stare at you in awe, both of you suddenly lost in a shared feeling of “god she´s so beautiful”.
you were struck by how hot she looked above you, the way her hair fell down over your face, the fiery color glowing in the evening light, her freckles even more prominent than when you´d first met - all that summer sun - her expression so deliciously fragile even while she was the one on top.
she leaned down and breathed against your ear “thought of this all day.. couldn´t concentrate.. you drive me crazy...” her voice low and smooth, raspy from a whole day of talking, your heart beating even faster then, a shiver down your spine as her hot breath tickled your skin, one of her hands on your face, stroking your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lower lip.
the gesture was born out of softness, she was anything but dominant with you, so you let her trace the outline of your lip innocently before you turned it perverse and licked over her fingertips, which made her suck in a breath and play along, sliding two fingers into your mouth and stifling a moan as you closed your lips to suck them off, so docile with it, spoiling her with submission she hadn´t even asked for.
once you let go, a string of a saliva formed between your mouth and her hand - Van kissed it away as she slid her hand down between your thighs and finally put it where you needed it, a shared moan the second she slid her fingers over your aching, wet cunt, quickly slipping them between your folds to to play with you and work you up, palming you for a moment, teasing, feeling you buck up into her hand, smiling and getting high on her ability to make you whine for more.
she drew teasing circles over your clit with just the right amount of pressure, hard enough to make you grip her arms and squirm as she started picking up a pace, jerking you off as she cooed “my pretty girl...look at you” smiling at how obviously pent-up you were even though you´d fucked just the night before, watching every little reaction, kissing you again to swallow up the moans she was drawing out of your depths, her fingers rubbing over you again and again and again, eliciting vulgar sounds, a dizzying mix of intense pulsing and throbbing rendering you helpless and needy in the best way.
your whines turned into cries as you felt your body screaming for more, your hips rocking up to meet her touch, your face twisted in pleasure, your back arched up a bit, riled up and trying to breathe properly to enjoy it in full, to come hard, not fast.
you needed more, badly, so you pleaded “need to feel you inside me, please” while staring up at her all dazed, so she smiled and slowed down a bit, teasing your clit with slow soft strokes, whispering “oh yeah?” not actually asking, just waiting for it: that heavenly whimpered “hmm” you´d give to affirm your need, and you gave it, gladly, uttering a pained “please” as well, which did her in for good.
Van could never be the type of lover to make you wait, to be mean and make you beg, it was impossible, she was a pleaser through and through, so she did what she was told and kissed your cheek as she slipped her fingers into your heat with ease, groaning against your face “god you always feel so fucking good” sounding genuinely shocked as if she hadn´t been inside you countless times by then. relief spread from your cunt through your whole body as you felt her sink into you, moving her fingers ever so slowly, letting you enjoy the fullness for a moment, before she started to pump in and out while angling her arm to hit the right spot, the heel of her hand brushing up against your clit as she went in as deep as possible and heard you moan “fuck, yes like that, god..”.
you gripped the back of her neck to hold on, your eyes fluttered shut, Van watching you closely and whining as well, unsure how to handle it all, the overwhelming mix of desire and affection she felt for you then, her heart bursting as you kept grinding up against her, whimpering in surrender.
as she kept going, you spread yourself wide open and looked down to watch, to see her hand working at you, the view nearly making you sick with need as Van took the chance to press a hot kiss to your forehead, the tenderness giving you even more to lose your mind about, her movements suddenly slower, drawing it out, for both of your sakes.
she watched you from up close as she kept applying pressure to your weak spot inside and soaked up every little reaction, going insane from how your pussy kept swallowing her up, over and over, so warm and wet and perfect.
“my angel”.. she said in a hushed tone, reverent, still unable to believe it, that you were hers, that you weren´t going anywhere, that you needed her touch like that, seemingly more ever passing day, the passion only growing and growing the more time you spent together, your moans and sighs so high-pitched and weak by then that she nearly blacked out.
you never wanted her to stop. you´d become obsessed with it, being fingered by her, you started to crave it all the time, the feeling of having her in you, the intimacy of it, the filthiness too, both you and her getting worked up beyond belief from the perverse squelching sounds that echoed through the room then with each hard move of her fingers, holding eye-contact, staring into each other´s souls and breathing heavy while listening to the sound of your sex together, erratic with lust, each wet sound hitting you where you were weak, Van going harder and harder then to give you as much of it as she could, your cunt raw and aching and yet craving more, wanting to be wrecked by her, wrung out, leaking and sore by the end, neither you nor her able to stop yourselves from whining into a desperate kiss, making out and losing yourselves in it, for good, her own cunt throbbing from the feeling yours clenching around her knuckles.
she´d never been much of a giver before you, but it was her new favorite thing, pleasing you like that, it was the first thing she craved after a long day, not to be fucked but to dish it out.
after a while she had to switch positions and go from bracing herself right above you to go and kneel between your legs and have more leverage, gripping your left leg to prop it up and hold on as her eyes were glued to your pussy, the slickness, the blood-swollen flesh, the utter beauty of it, her breaths coming out in pants as she sat where she could fuck you while watching her fingers disappear. you moved up onto your elbows and started grinding your hips down to fuck yourself, so she slowed down and let you take charge, mesmerized as you used her like that and mewled softly, reaching that point you always came to during sex where any kind of shame was gone, where you´d do anything just to feel full and satisfied and fucked out by the end.
“Jesus christ baby, I could watch you do this for hours” she sighed, sounding pained almost, but you couldn´t keep it at that, you whined “please.. please more” while locking eyes with her, so she nodded and obeyed, quickly pushing a third finger in, stretching you wider, causing no pain because you were so aroused and prepped for it, “oh fuck..” you sighed in unison as she fit all three of her fingers up to the last knuckle in your cunt and fucked you like that, slowly but with intense pressure, hitting the exact right spot, your body shuddering violently from it, your voice cracking with pleasure as you begged her “don´t stop, don´t stop”.
you couldn´t lay down anymore. you needed to do something. badly. so you whined as you scrambled to get up somehow, careful not to lose her touch, to keep her inside, and got on your knees as well. Van realized what you were trying to do, so she pulled you closer with her free arm and sighed “shh I´ve got it, I´ve got you, come here baby” patting her thighs and watching you lift yourself so you were halfway on her lap while still giving yourself enough space to move. she kept her hand right below the apex of your thighs and helped you brace yourself, her arm tight around your back as you held onto her neck, something so achingly sweet about you in that position, clinging to her, straddling her, whimpering and kissing her, so she kept praising you as you started moving up and down on her index, middle, and ring finger which were completely drenched in your cum by then, just as she needed it.
you rode her fingers with abandon and held onto her as she pulled you even closer and kept pushing up into you, your bodies hot and flush against each other, your hips getting sore from how eagerly you were grinding yourself up and down, your climax slowly appearing on the horizon, but not yet, not yet, you had to feel her for just a bit longer, the punishing throb so so good as your head fell back, Van immediately taking the chance to lean in and kiss your exposed throat, over and over and over, obsessed with you, your body, your skin, your smell, your taste, everything, licking over your pulsepoint as you kept fucking yourself on her fingers and nearly lost control, trying your best to hold on and let it wreck you, to give in and release all that delicious tension at once.
“I´m so close, I´m gonna come fuck” you moaned and clung to her, so she pulled away from your neck, her cheeks all pink, her lips slick with her own spit, her hair disheveled, to praise and assure you “let go baby, I´ve got you, I´m right here”. she soothed you in your state of utter need and kissed you once more, deeply, the kiss so hot and messy and heartfelt that it was the final thing to push you over the edge, your cunt clenching around her fingers so tightly that she moaned “fuck oh my god....” as the orgasm spread through your entire body and left you shaking and biting your lip so hard you almost drew blood, the kind of high that made your legs shake all the way through and your juices leak so intensely that you were certain you´d drenched her sheets, the peak of it lasting for about ten seconds, but the feeling so violent that it took you much longer to fully ride it out.
it made Van´s heart and soul burst, the sight of it so beyond perfect to her that she just sat there and watched as she diligently kept her fingers in your spasming cunt and let you take whatever you needed to really feel like you were finished, kissing your jaw, feathery light, whispering to you how good you did, how pretty you looked like that, your sounds getting quieter and your hips slowing down until you finally came to a halt and nearly collapsed onto her, resting on her lap with your head buried in the crook of her neck, happy, satisfied, trembling from the aftershocks.
Van would´ve held you like that for as long as you wanted but after giving her a deep kiss of gratitude you climbed down from her lap and laid flat on your back, arms spread out, eyes shut, a tired smile gracing your lips, the breeze from outside rustling in the curtains and caressing your boneless limbs, pure bliss, a moment you wished you could´ve stayed in forever and ever, that hazy, dreamy state of being wrecked by desire fulfilled to the highest degree. your skin was hot all over, your body was dripping sweat, and she could not tear her eyes away for one second, forgetting to blink, to breathe, to do anything but stare and love you.
she smiled to herself as she gave you a moment to recover, busy licking your juices off her fingers with faint hums of pleasure, all three of them, not wasting a drop, hoping that your scent would linger on her even after a shower, your still raw core twitching a final time as you heard what she was doing.
as you kept coming down from your high, she crawled over to sit with her back against the pillows, loosely draping her leg over yours, her hand coming to rest on your knee, her thumb drawing soothing circles, her eyes almost watery as she kept drinking in the sight of you laying there on her bed, not a day passing without one of those moments where she could´ve gotten down on her knees to thank you for giving her another chance at love, at life, at everything. you could feel it. somehow, words were never needed with her, you could feel it buzzing in the room, all of those unsaid confessions of devotion, so you turned to your side and reached for her hand to squeeze it in response, silently telling her that you felt the same.
you could´ve waited. you could´ve waited til later at night to return the favor, but you wanted her right then and had a thing for catching her off guard. one advantage you had over her during sex was how much faster you could recover from an orgasm, it would´ve taken a lot from Van to really leave you unable to move; if you wanted to you could push through your post-climax weakness pretty fast, which was what you did right then as you felt the deep need to taste how wet she´d gotten from pleasing you.
in an instant you were up and moving over to her. Van mistook it for an attempt to cuddle, her arms opening up for you, but you just shook your head and grinned while telling her “lay back and spread your legs.” purposely wording it that crass, that dominant, to see it: that mix of shock and arousal that spread over her features, her eyes wide, that beautiful deer-in-headlights look that always made you wanna ruin her.
you got comfortable on your stomach and nudged her thighs apart to wrap your arms around them and pull her further down, right up to your face, not even responding when she said “woah hold up”, smiling up at her and holding eye contact as you kissed her cunt and felt your nose rub up against the soft hair above, her lips parted and her hands gripping the sheets as she shook her head and sighed in surrender “you´re relentless, lady...” a nod from you as you moved your hands up to rest your palms flat on her stomach and started eating her out the same way you liked to make out with her, slow, heartfelt, not rushing it but savoring every stroke of your tongue, drunk on her taste within seconds, lapping up every last drop, hearing her curse and moan before you even got to the intense part, licking her all over and briefly using your fingers to tease her clit, slipping them halfway into her and hearing her moan “fuck, that´s so good..” before you started flicking over it again and again, fast enough to make her cry and tug at your hair while rocking her hips up and pressing her head back into the pillow, sensitive as hell, acutely aware that she'd finish in no time, coming all over your tongue just a few minutes in, which didn´t deter you but pushed you to give her even more.
soon after, you had her on her hands and knees to eat it from the back, Van almost drooling onto the sheets as you gave her ass a few light slaps, aware by then how much she loved a little bit of pain and firmness, especially from someone younger, turning her cheeks a faint shade of pink before littering kisses all over the plump flesh and eventually leaning in to taste her again, eliciting whimpers from her that made her hide her face in the pillow as she let you drive her to near insanity.
somehow, you ended up below her, Van begging you for mercy as she rode your face and came for the fourth time, tapping out once tears sprang in her eyes and her pussy felt like it was about to go numb, collapsing belly down next to you and slapping your arm in response when you grinned and gave her faux-sympathy, asking her “you okay there?”.
both of you were wrecked and spent by the end, so about an hour later you were still in bed, you on her chest then, Van stroking your back as you listened to her heartbeat, the sun behind the horizon by then, the sky a beautiful mild blue, the cicadas chirping in the distance, peace and quiet surrounding you as you didn´t rush to get up.
“oh fuck-” Van broke the silence eventually “I totally forgot, I have a present for you”.
her tone gave away that it was something she was eager to give to you, which confused you because it wasn´t your birthday or a holiday. “sorry, just a moment baby, wait right here” she said as she moved up from the bed and gathered up her clothes from the floor, quickly pulling them on while you asked her “really? a present? what´s the occasion?”.
Van seemed amused as she smoothed out her hair and gave you a smug grin “the occasion-” she paused for emphasis “is that I should show some fucking gratitude for getting to enjoy all of this this, all the time, being spoiled rotten”. she vaguely gestured at your nude form as she said it which earned her an eye-roll but a very genuine smile in return.
“alright then, I´m curious now” you said and watched her disappear for a moment before she promptly returned with her hands behind her back, hiding the present in question until she sat down at the edge of the bed and made you join her. you sat cross-legged as she gave a little disclaimer and told you not to open it just yet, handing you something that was wrapped in pale blue paper with a pretty butterfly print, your first name written in the middle in silver sharpie, your heart skipping a beat as you held it and tried to guess what it was.
“so, I know you need a new everyday bag and were thinking about a tote bag that´s a bit nicer, like satin or something, and you found that one you like that´s pretty overprized, right?”. you nodded, it was true, you´d shown her a bag that was exactly what you wanted but didn´t wanna splurge on for no reason, it had been at least two weeks ago and you´d only mentioned it in passing, so you were touched that she remembered it that well. “well, I have an old sewing machine, and there´s a fabric store near where I work, so… I gave it a shot. open it.”
you did as she said, wondering if you were understanding correctly, but the second you saw it, you were speechless: it was a bag that looked exactly like that one you´d shown her, even better somehow, a stunning champagne colored satin fabric, just the right size, not too big, not too small, your fingers dragging over it in awe, as if you were scared to tear it, but it was sturdy, well-made, by her, which seemed to good to be true.
“oh my god.. you fucking made this??” you asked her and looked up at her to find her smiling ear to ear, clearly very pleased by your reaction, giving you a coy shrug. “yeah, yeah I did, wasn´t as hard as I thought actually. it´s all yours. if you want.” she was downplaying it but she knew that she´d gotten you good.
you clutched the bag to your chest and said “this is so fucking sweet, thank you so much. I´ve never been given anything like this, by anyone. I´m actually gonna cry” you laughed and felt yourself at the edge of tears as you realized how much it meant to you, that she´d taken the time to craft something for you, without even bragging about it much, just handing it to you like it was the most natural thing in the world to her to spend a few hours hunched over the that machine for you. she was whipped for you and had no problem admitting it, a stark contrast to how she´d acted with previous lovers.
she smiled fondly and caressed your cheek “now now, that wasn´t my intention” you smiled as well and shook your head before leaning in and giving her a kiss “I love it. it´s perfect.”
Van took the bag back for a moment and said “here, added a little pocket on the inside for your keys because I know how annoying it is to rummage around in these bags” she showed you a little pouch that she´d sewn into the inside lining at the top and then reached further down to show you another little detail: a label that she'd sewn a few words onto, hand stitched lettering that said “made with love - V.”, a pale pink color.
as you read it you laughed in disbelief and grabbed her arm to tug at it playfully “and I thought I was the romantic one here. god...” a tear did escape your eye then, a single tear, which you quickly wiped away as she uttered “well… surprise.” wrapping her arms around you and pulling you closer, wondering just how scandalized her exes would be if they saw how much she´d changed, that she was in fact capable of deep romance, for the right person.
you leaned against her shoulder and sighed “love you. gonna take good care of this.” caressing the satin fabric with tenderness.
“love you too. and I´m actually gonna miss having this as a project, it was nice, relaxing” Van admitted.
“well if you wanna do more.. I won´t say no” you told her, nudging her a little. “oh yeah? like what” she asked, genuinely down to keep making you things you could get some use out of, “like… underwear? maybe?”. you were joking, but not really, Van too when she said “oh.. yes, why didn´t I think of that”. she did love the sound of it, something very romantic and sexy about the act of making her lover undergarments that she´d be taking off, that only she´d get to see.
“you can decide what kind, lace, mesh, cotton, whatever, you can dress me, use whatever color you wanna see me in, go wild” you smiled and ran your finger up and down the bridge of her nose, the way you often did when you felt tender for her. “say less baby, say less, my mind is racing already” Van whispered and let you keep caressing her face.
“so. wanna go get ice cream?” she asked you, which had become code for “wanna go on a ride to the gas station?” a ritual you two shared that had quickly become one of your favorites, those evening rides to go and stock up on drinks and snacks for the night. you didn´t hesitate and said “yes, let´s go” as you got up from the bed to go ahead steal some clothes from her closet, something you did every time you slept at her place, Van whistling at you as she leaned back and watched you pull on a tank top of hers, laughing when you jokingly called out “perv.”, whispering “always, yes” in response.
before you could leave the house you were interrupted in the hallways by someone: Lily, the adorable black cat that Van had adopted from a shelter about ten years ago. “oh, hey baby” you cooed in at her and crouched down to greet her, the cat immediately bumping her little head against your hand and swishing her tail against your leg, purring and meowing as if she was offended that you hadn´t come looking for her earlier.
Van leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and felt her heart double in size, the way it always did when she watched you caress the cute creature she felt so maternal towards, Lily having been the light at the end of the tunnel for Van during some of the darkest times in her life.
“she refuses to come to bed in the morning when you´re not the here, believe it or not. can´t blame her though” she mused and smiled.
“oh yeah? you´re leaving your mommy all alone?” you asked Lily as you scratched her fuzzy chin and heard Van gasp behind you “ew?? don´t ever use that word again”.
you grinned and picked up the cat to cradle her like a baby for a moment as you said “what, mommy?” acting oblivious just to say it again and piss her off. “dont.” Van warned you, trying to seem more disgusted than she actually was, playing it up for dramatic effect.
“other women would pay for me to say that to them, you know” you told her and let Lily go when she started to squirm in your arms. “well tough luck, I got to you first, so you´re not gonna be calling anyone anything” her jealous streak flaring up at the thought of other older women who might be into you and ask you to do things she´d never dare to.
the air was fresh but warm as you walked to her car, the sky not yet fully dark, a few last slivers of light on the horizon, an ideal summer evening. you put the radio on and switched stations as she started pulling out of her driveway, both of your pleasure-warmed bodies soothed by the wind rushing in through the open windows. a faint soreness lingered between your legs, the kind that was pleasurable, that made you feel smug as you watched her driving with her arms on full display.
you´d made a habit of playing with her hair while she drove, wrapping a strand around your finger every now and then, which Van always missed when she was on her commute to work, so she smiled as you watched her from the side and lightly tugged at her hair, like a cat playing with a piece of string, but more gentle.
the drive there wasn´t long, so about ten minutes later you were walking around the gas station, looking at the familiar shelves and trying to pick what you´d share that night, settling on your usual combination, one pint of cherry ice-cream and one with caramel flavor, to have something sour and sweet, a mix you´d both come to crave at the end of a hot day. Van picked up the soda she knew you preferred and plucked the ice-cream from your hands to rush to the counter and make sure you wouldn´t go on and pay for it, the way you had last time, your “hey!” of protest immediately shushed by her.
before getting back into her car, you stayed outside for a moment and Van lit a cigarette, with the same lighter you´d given her during your second date, the rhinestones sparkling in the dim glow of the neon sign, nobody but you two out there.
she took a few drags before you came up from behind and wrapped you arms around her front, resting your chin on your shoulder and smelling the familiar mix of her perfume and skin and smoke, intoxicating and soothing all at once, her free hand stroking yours, both of you quiet as you stood there, the stress from the week falling off for good as she stood there with her girl pressed up against her back, fully present, not worrying about anything at all, just being, breathing, trying to soak it all up, your warmth, the green smell of the fields around you, the sight of the stars starting to sparkle in the night sky. what a miracle, she thought, the be shown this kind of mercy, after begging for it for so many years. it was so much better than she´d have ever dared to hope. so, you stayed like that until she took her last drag and briefly pulled your hand up to kiss your knuckles, before you got back onto the road and made sure the ice wouldn´t melt before you had a chance to dig in.
once you were back home you went straight to the back porch, your usual late-night spot, curled up on the the bench with a bunch of pillows, your drinks on the table nearby, arms and thighs touching as you passed the ice cream back and forth, your lips swollen from the cold, a giggle from her when you kissed her and licked over her mouth to taste the residue of the cherry flavor, Van “accidentally” spilling some of it onto her thigh, well aware that you were the type to lean down and lick it up, dragging your tongue over her skin for much longer than needed.
you stayed outside for a while, enjoying the sensual atmosphere that only certain late summer nights held, refraining from doing what you´d done a few times before: getting reckless and having sex out there. during your second time of being over at her place you´d dropped to your knees and given her head out there, shushing her and saying “hm? I thought you had a thing for fucking outside?” when she´d asked what the fuck you were doing.
that night you kept it chaste out there and cuddled while planning your weekend ahead, where to have a dinner date the next day, which stores to stop by, getting tipsy and telling each other anecdotes from before you met, laughing until you felt the need to shower and clean yourselves up. soon after, you were back in her room, giggling about nothing in particular as you got ready to relax and spend the night together once more.
Van fetched her laptop so you could continue watching the film you´d started the night before but had gotten too tired to finish, her comments about it entertaining you much more than the actual plot as you rested your head on her chest and felt her stroking your hair. the upside of spending so many years alone was that Van cherished evenings like that one as if they were your honeymoon, even just the simple fact of having someone there with her at night seemed like a dream after one too many years of crushing loneliness, which was slowly starting to seem like a distant memory.
right after the credits rolled, your gaze fell onto her nightstand and you smiled as you asked her “can you put your glasses on for a sec?” well aware that she felt silly wearing them, so Van said “I dont know about that”. she was playing hard to get, she wanted to be pleaded with, so you sat up and looked at her with doe-eyes while begging her “come on, just for a moment, pleaseee”. she shook her head and suppressed a grin as she reached over to grab her reading glasses while muttering “you and your old lady kink, I swear..”, no words of protest from you.
Van adjusted her hair before she put the glasses on top of her nose and gave you a bratty look that said: “here. happy now?” while crossing her arms over her chest, and yes, yes you were very happy, beaming at the sight of her like that.
“hm, sexy” you whispered lasciviously, eyeing her with a nod of approval while inching closer on the bed, which made her laugh “really? this does it for you?”, pointing at her face in disbelief.
“oh absolutely” you insisted, recalling the first time you´d seen her put them on to read something she couldn´t decipher otherwise, the way you´d stared at her until she realized and teased you about it, completely unaware of her own appeal until you entered the picture and gave her looks that made her feel like a flustered teenager in her mid-forties. she was acting a little oblivious on purpose, to make you say it out loud again, that you found her hot, it never hurt to hear it one more time.
you went to climb onto her, the blanket separating your legs from hers as you straddled her and gingerly pushed the glasses up into her hair, another look that you loved, the vaguely teacher-y vibe that it gave her. Van gladly let you toy with her glasses and leaned back against the headboard, caressing your bare thighs as you kept sitting on her and admiring the view, a possessive energy emanating from you, which she loved, revelled in, a beat of charged silence as you rested your hands on her shoulders and massaged them before you said “maybe I´ll make you keep them on next time”.
Van knew exactly what you meant and she wasn´t in the mood to admit that she liked when you got bossy with her, when you were shameless like that, so she plucked the glasses off her head and put them back on top of her current book, pretending to be more scandalized than she was. “alright, you´re done here” she announced, clearly pleased by your laughter even though she was trying to pretend otherwise, “get up, come on, we´re gonna go get ready and then you´re gonna behave yourself and go to sleep, got it?” she said while pushing you off her lap and then tugging you off the bed with her to go ahead and brush your teeth together, the stern sound of those words so uncharacteristic for her that you said “damn, okay” and followed her, tickled by her attempt to put on a tough act for once, turned on too, a little bit.
before retiring to bed for good Van briefly went to the kitchen to go get a big glass of water, more for you than herself, to make sure you wouldn´t have to get up if you happened to wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, her love for you driving her to practice little healthy habits in her everyday which she couldn´t have given less of a fuck about back when she only had herself to care for. it didn´t escape you, the way she tended to your needs before they even came up.
Van preferred to be the big spoon with you, always, so five minutes later, you were snug under the covers with her arms wrapped tightly around you, the room dark save for the faint glow of the full moon outside, both of you deeply relaxed and ready to drift off together, a faint residue of her perfume hitting your nose and sending a last few ripples of pleasure through you before you felt yourself grow heavy with sleep, your backside completely flush against her front, the way you preferred, no space left between you, despite the warmth of the summer night.
just before you fell asleep, you felt her press a kiss to your shoulder blade, followed by another right above, and a third on your neck. she pulled you as close as possible and already looked forward to the morning, how you´d look laying there with the morning sun spilling over your exposed skin while she´d quietly get up and make you coffee to have in bed with her.
around 4am you were both half-awake for a second and turned around at the exact same time, ending up face-to-face, sleepily whispering “love you..” before falling back asleep, unsure if it had been a dream or not, which seemed fitting, considering that you often thought the same thing during the day whenever the blazing sun hit your beloved´s face.
plot: when you come back to your hometown for the summer, finding love - or even just lust - is the last thing you expect. but, while you were gone, someone new moved to town and the moment you first catch a glimpse of her, you know: she´s gonna be mine. I´ll make sure of it.
authors note: hi! I liked the idea of Van starting over fresh in a small town and dating again after a long time of being alone, so this came of that <3 hope you enjoy it! (ca. 9k words)
warnings: smut (both receiving but more focused on reader), outdoor sex
you and Van were similar in many ways, including your shared skepticism of dating apps, so you would both come to look back and thank your lucky statrs that you both decided to give them another shot that summer.
during your first week back home from college, your town was hit by a brutal heatwave, the nights so hot that sleeping in the nude without a blanket didn’t help at all, days spent in your room with the blinds shut, watching films to distract yourself, somehow, drinking glass after glass of iced tea while praying that it would pass.
eventually, the clouds broke and a heavy rainstorm brought everyone relief, the day after so much more bearable than the ones before that it made you feel reborn; it gave you a desperate need for adventure after laying around feeling half-dead for one too many hours, so, that day, while amild breeze caressed your tired body, you sat out on the porch and set up your dating app profile.
you told yourself that you´d just see who was on there, even though you were already bracing yourself to see way too many familiar faces from high school or, considering your high age range, “straight”married women.
to your shock, it took you less than a minute of swiping to come across photos of a pretty stranger, someone you´d never seen around town, so you said fuck it and jumped right into a conversation to ask her if she´d just moved, an easy way in - it took her only about ten minutes to answer that yes she had, in the spring, a semi-new addition to the area.
you in turn told her that you were a local but that you went to college out of state, that you were back for two months, and from there on you just kept texting all afternoon, figuring out how close by she lived (about a five minute drive), realizing very quickly that you shared a sense of humor, that you spoke the same language, despite being about two generations apart.
it was exceedingly easy to flirt with Van by offering to be her guide, to give her all the inside scoop and lore about the town that she´d never be able to figure out on her own, so you both agreed to go to dinner the next night at a place that you had suggested, or rather, insisted upon, promising her that they had the very best fries in town, which was exactly what Van wanted: for a girl to tell her what to do, even just in little ways, like deciding what she´d have for dinner.
the first thing you noticed when you saw her walking toward you from the other end of the parking lot the coming night, was the she was even hotter in person than in pictures, her voice only adding to it when she said “hey” and failed to be subtle about the appreciative look up and down your physique. when you held the door open for her she said “beat me to it” with a faint grin and was a little turned on by the feeling of being treated with chivalry by a girl about half her age.
as you sat there waiting for your drinks it was a thrill for you in a way, to sit right across from a woman who usually kept to herself, to a fault, since you loved the idea of discovering her first, being an exception, perhaps a bit possessive right from the start.
you wanted her to yourself. it was clear from the way you spoke to her, as if you were conspiring, and Van was immediately charmed by it, won over, after weeks and weeks of always being by herself except when she was with colleagues - it made her light up which made her look even prettier, the way her nose scrunched up when she really laughed at something you said, her relaxed body language, the softness in her eyes when she stared at you while you told her an anecdote, happily sipping on her second glass of Coke.
when it was her turn to tell you about her life in Ohio, the video store that she´d sold, the path that had lead her to your part of the country, you tried not to look too smitten with her but she clocked it, the way you leaned your head on your hand, the way you batted your eyelashes, the smile that was frozen on your face, the playful act of stealing some fries from her plate, it was textbook first date behavior if someone is really into you, she knew it, and it confused her for a second, as someone who didn´t consider herself to be much more than a grumpy, burnt-out, recluse.
it was exciting for Van, to realize that she could still make other women blush or twirl their hair if she held their gaze for a moment too long, touched their hand while making a point, nudged their leg under the table, “accidentally”.
you were both so clearly delighted by each other´s vibe that the hours passed in the blink of an eye, so around 10:30pm you told her that you were going to the restroom to freshen up and used the chance to pay for the meal, which made her shake her head and say “I have to be careful around you, huh? you´re too quick for me. but thank you, for this, next time is on me”, the “next time” slipped out because you both knew without saying it, that you´d see a lot more of each other the coming weeks.
since you´d also driven to the restaurant, Van couldn´t offer to drive you home, to her dismay, and once you stood across from each other, ready to say good night, you realized that she seemed a bit shy all of a sudden, her demeanor closer to that of a nervous teenager than that a middle aged woman as she fumbled with her car keys and waited for you to make a move.
against your initial instinct, you saved the first kiss for the next date, since you loved the idea of leaving her wanting, making her yearn for it, dream of it, the same way you would, so instead of doing the expected, you went in for a hug, not the kind of hug you´d give a friend, but a tighter one, your hands firmer, the embrace tighter, lingering a beat too long to be innocent, you breath tingling on her neck for a second before you pulled away and got into your car, smiling to yourself when you realized that she was just sitting there in the dark, too affected by your touch to turn the engine on until you were already pulling out onto the road.
later that night, right before you went to bed you texted her “I had fun tonight, I´ll make plans for when we see each other again, I already have something in mind, gonna text you the details tomorrow :) sleep well” which nearly made her forget the toothbrush in her mouth as she stood by the sink and read it over and over to make sure she was seeing it right, after having convinced herself that she´d probably already fumbled you somehow, either by being too awkward or too defensive when it came to making the first move, completely unaware that you were falling asleep fantasizing about her in ways that would´ve killed any doubt about much you wanted her, if she´d been aware.
three days after your first date, you were getting ready for your second one. you´d told her to pick you up that afternoon so you could drive out to a secret spot of yours by a creek in the woods, the perfect place to cool off and be undisturbed, which she´d gladly agreed to as someone who loved few things more than driving her lover around in her truck on a beautiful day. soon-to-be lover, in your case.
when you put on your sunglasses and grabbed your things while calling out “bye, see you later” to your family, who were obvious about your plans, you felt a little smug about it, not necessarily because they´d judge you for it, but more so because you liked having a secret, it was thrilling to you, the feeling of sneaking off to meet the brooding woman who nobody in town had a good read on. except for you.
the mid-day heat made you hurry as you walked down the street and spotted her truck, the passenger door already wide open for you when you approached.
unsurprisingly, Van looked even hotter that day than when you´d first seen her: not dressed in a t-shirt but a white tank top, which made her arms look even more tanned than you remembered, her shoulders visible to you for the first time, her hair wavy from a braid she´d kept it in during the night, her pale thighs pressed against the black leather seat.
you immediately had the urge to reach out and touch her, so you found a polite way to do it and leaned in for a loose half-hug, but even just the brush of her arm against yours was enough to make the air feel a few degrees warmer, which was a feeling she shared, her hand reaching out to pull the window all the way down, her body buzzing not just from the multiple cups of iced coffee she´d had that day.
“this is a pretty nice car, way better than mine” you mused as you glanced around and put your bag into the backseat as she pulled back onto the road and smiled “oh, this old thing?” clearly joking, well-aware how expensive her ride was, so you teased her a bit and said “you talking about the car or yourself?”, getting comfortable in your seat and grinning when she whipped her head around to look at you, your little smug expression.
“careful, you´re putting your life in my hands here, miss” she warned, her tone lower on purpose, pretending to be more offended than endeared by your attitude.
“yeah, driving to the woods with someone I barely know, clearly no sense of self-perservation” you mused, which made her grin at the implication, that you were being reckless by trusting her, something undeniably erotic to it, even though she preferred fantasies that were about a reversed power-struggle, so she steered the joke that way.
“well, you´re the one who knows her way around out there, so.. if anything I´m the one who should be scared” she said as she took a left and drove onto the long, winding road that she´d have to follow for a few miles to get you to your destination, her fingers absentmindedly drumming on the steering wheel, perhaps to draw your attention to them.
“oh sure, yeah, you should be terrified” you grinned and stuck your hand out of the window to feel the air, listened to the faint hum of the radio, smelled the freshly cut grass from the field you were passing by, all while Van tried her best to keep her eyes on the road instead of you.
“seatbelt” she told you out of nowhere and tapped your leg to get your attention, a stern tone that made you laugh as you obeyed and realized you hadn´t bothered to buckle yourself in, whispering “yes ma´am” as you got to it, which made her laugh and shake her head while muttering “save the girl-next-door thing for someone who buys it”, trying to mask how much she liked the sound of your pretend-subservience, the way you already messed with her like she was your girlfriend and not just a random woman you were testing the waters with.
something told her that you weren´t just playing around, that you were serious about her, not just looking for a distraction or a funny story to tell down the line. it made her heart beat faster, so she sighed said “god I really wasn´t made for this kind of heat, I don´t regret moving here at all but damn. is this normal for you? like are you chilling over there?”, which made you laugh, “oh no, I´m just numb to it by now I guess, but don´t worry, it usually doesn´t get much hotter than last week. oh actually, I almost forgot-”.
you interrupted yourself and reached into the back to retrieve something from your bag, twisting your body in a way that amused her, gave her a glimpse of your midriff as your shirt rode up, which nearly made her swerve before you slumped back into your seat and held out a glass bottle to her.
“here, try this, I made it for us last night, it´s peach iced tea with mint and lemon juice and some honey” she felt her heart flutter at the sound of you casually saying “for us”, as if you were already a unit.
“wow, that sounds great...” she marveled and took a sip, nodding in approval and licking her lips before going in for more gulping down nearly all of it, a sigh of relief afterwards. “damn. thank you, this qualifies as medicine in this heat I think” her earnest gratitude hinting at how just how long it had been since anyone had gifted her something homemade, you could tell she was touched, so you kept the generosity going.
“that was just a refreshment, but I do have an actual a gift for you as well”.
“a gift?” she asked, wondering if she´d heard you right. you nodded and pulled something out of the back pocket of your shorts. “don´t get your hopes up, it´s just a silly little thing, but I did custom make it for you”. it was a lighter that you´d bedazzled, the whole thing covered in silver, glittery stones, except for the middle where you´d put a pink “V” shape for her initial.
“here, my friend and I were so bored yesterday that we stole her little sister's crafting stuff and this is what I spent most of my time on. thought I smelled a bit of tobacco when we hugged last time, so I thought you could use another one of these”. you said it nonchalantly, but Van´s mind was spinning with the implications: you must have told your friend about her if you´d put her initial on it, nobody would´ve just let you do that in front of them without asking who it was for, so she immediately wondered what you´d told her, if you´d gushed about her, if your friend had teased you about being into someone that much older or if she envied you, in case she wasn´t straight either.
you could tell you were getting to her as she took the lighter from your hands and slowed down a bit, so she could drive while allowing herself a proper look, smiling to herself.
“you´re attentive, huh? this is cute. your way of making sure I think about you when I´m smoking, huh?” she grinned and gave you a playful nudge but you weren´t bothered at all by that way of looking at it “yeah, you got me, that was the plan”.
for a moment after you shared a peaceful but charged silence, you turned your head and watched her, how the wind blew in her hair as she tried her very best not to fold under the weight of your appreciative glances over her features, and it was a struggle, she had no idea how to handle being lusted after, not anymore, not after that many months of celibacy, so before she could embarrass herself with a nervous tick, she turned the attention back onto you and cleared her throat before asking “you smell really good by the way, what is that?”.
she meant it. for the past few minutes she´d gotten a few whiffs of a delicious scent whenever the wind blew through your window and against face, it was getting under her skin, making her hungry for an up-close impression, you could tell, so you sounded a bit flustered at first when you responded “uh, it´s my signature scent mixed with this tropical sun screen I got, vanilla, coconut, a bit of mango I think”. that description didn´t help at all, it only made her wanna eat you up even more, but she tried her best to sound normal and composed as she made a “hmm” sound of approval and said “yeah, yeah that´s a good mix. suits you”.
“let me guess” you said and turned a bit more towards her, which made her raise her eyebrows at you, “you go through like twenty bottles of sun screen every summer, right?”.
the second the words left you mouth she groaned as if the memories of lathering herself head to toe in sticky lotion just to feel safe out during the warmer months were hitting her all at once. “oh god, don´t even get me started... twenty is honestly not even far off I think, I bathe in that shit, once got sunburn on my ears… never again.”
you let out a quiet laugh and said “well, for what it´s worth I think your freckles are very pretty”. you emphasized the last two words in a way that made them sound too suggestive for her not to briefly go quiet and feel a blush creep up her cheeks, a success on your part.
“if you say so” she sighed, her gaze not on you but on the road ahead, so you pushed it a bit further and told her “I do say so, yes.” a pause before you added “I like that they´re not just on your face”, a gentle shove against your arm from her then as she let out a laugh of disbelief, “okay enough of that, gotta concentrate here”, a command that held no actual heat, one that somehow only added to the sizzling feeling between your bodies, both of you smiling to yourselves and thinking “I could probably spend hours in the car with her and not get sick of it” until you finally reached the spot you´d already sent her the location of a few days before.
the walk to the creek only took about ten minutes, but still, when Van saw that you were straining under the weight your bag, she wordlessly tugged at it and made you hand it over, shushing you when you insisted that you could handle it, which gave you a little pep in your step, not just from the relief of having your shoulder free of that weight.
once the water came into view Van let out a whistle of approval while taking in the scenery, the idyllic view of the stream of water, the trees that offered shade, the various rocks you could climb on top of and rest on for a while if you wanted, feet dangling in the water, dozing in the sun.
you opted for a spot right by the shore and spread a large beach towel out but before you settled down you both took off your shoes and stepped into the shallow part of the creek for a moment, to feel the water, to rub your arms and legs down to cool off, running your hands over the surface until you felt the need to sit and relax.
as Van tried to find a good position while joking about having to be careful not to fuck up her back even more than it already was, you pulled off your shirt, without making it a big deal, wich left you in your bikini top and shorts, her eyes immediately glued to your upper body, a smile from you in her direction when you noticed, as if to say “go on, I want you to look”, so she did, until you laid back next to her and sighed, pleased, happy to be there with someone else, your thigh almost touching hers as you both remarked upon how much better the air felt out there, a shared breath of relief, or perhaps of anticipation, or both, the tension between you on a low but noticeable simmer.
after a few minutes of soaking up the birdsong and sound of rushing water together, you grabbed your bag and pulled out the snacks and drinks you´d brought, sitting cross-legged as she watched you spread out some cherries, raspberries, strawberries, some spicy chips, a few cookies you´d made the day before, which made her grab something from her bag as well.
Van brushed it off and said something along the lines of “I don´t know if this is your thing, but I made way too much of this last night, so, yeah if you want, it´s yours” she held out a plastic container with something that looked beyond delicious, a mix of pasta and roasted veggies, fresh pesto and parmesan, some chili flakes, chopped up cucumbers and tomatoes, and a few other ingredients you couldn´t immediately identify. she gave you a fork and watched you eat, relieved and overjoyed when you seemed stunned by how good it tasted, so much so that she almost forgot to eat something herself because she loved watching you enjoy her recipe, after years of never having anyone to cook it for.
she ate a handful of cherries which left her lips a shade darker and made you wonder if that was the moment to kiss her, but you were lost in an actually compelling conversation about films and shows you´d been watching the weeks before, so you let the heat between you rise a little more, sensing that it wouldn´t last much longer, your restraint, not with her sitting there looking all radiant and sun-kissed and soft to the touch, your mouth watering at the sheer thought of feeling your tongue against hers when there was still a trace of fruit on there, the heavenly swirl of your taste and hers together with juicy sweetness.
Van felt the same when she watched you put a few raspberries on your fingertips, desperate to close her lips around the flesh that was left stained pink by them. she felt smug as she sat there watching your skin glow in the afternoon light, thinking of all the people who might love to be in her spot right then. she felt a sense of pride bubbling up when she realized just how much you invited her attention, how far from uncomfortable you seemed by having her so close, her heart nearly giving out when you swatted a bug away from her leg and briefly caressed the spot afterwards, no words, just a silent gesture, a subtle breaking down of boundaries.
even though she hadn´t explicitly told you, you could tell that she hadn´t been touched, really properly touched, in a long time. this inspired two desires in you, the desire to tend to her and the desire to unravel her, both at the same time, you wanted to warm her with your affection and watch her bloom under it, but you also wanted to ruin her with a kind of pleasure she´d only been able to feel in her dreams for a long time.
it was thrilling, to be younger than her, and yet to feel like she was the one who felt more nervous about how she´d behave once you gave into each other. there was a contrast to that power-dynamic that made you lose your patience. you wanted to see her reaction to so many more of your touches. her whole body suddenly a map with invisible outlines of where your hands were dying to find their new home.
for a good while, you kept talking, gossiping, lazily sipping on the sodas you´d brought, Van convincing you to show her a few pictures from college, your room, your campus, the places you frequented in your town, a genuine interest radiating from her that made you indulge her in a little tour of your camera roll, more or less accidentally swiping past pictures you´d taken of yourself in the mirror while wearing nothing but skimpy pajama shorts and a bra.
she showed you some older pictures of her life back up north before she´d made her way down to her new life, including a few pictures of her elderly cat, who was dozing in the shade of her apartment at that time, so you made her promise to introduce you, already imagining yourself fighting for the spot on Van´s lap at night.
“so” you said eventually, watching her lay there with her arms crossed above her chest and her eyes closed, which made her turn her face and look at you. “I´m just gonna assume you won´t ghost me after this, but next time we see each other, I could take you to my favorite thrift store, it´s about a forty minute drive but very worth it, they have a ton of physical media, books, cds, dvds, trinkets, keychains, I kinda collect those. your keys were looking a bit naked there earlier, I could pick a few for you. you´d find a decent amount of stuff in your style I think”.
Van perked up and said “oh okayyy, now we´re talking. I´ll hold you to that, like actually, now you´re stuck with me, shoulnd´t have told me that” her expression changing to mild confusion and amusement when she asked “also why on earth would I ghost you? I think lightning would strike me down if I had the audacity to be that ungrateful.”
you smiled and said “you´re gassing me up” while playing with a few pieces of grass you´d ripped out, dragging them over her forearm for a second, no reaction from her, no flinch, clearly unbothered by it, or rather, happy about your little ways of breaching the distance, before actually taking a leap and doing what it was that you were both silently aching for.
“no just being honest” she insisted “I´m clearly very happy to be here but I have no idea you´re giving me the time of day” she meant it, it wasn´t just her fishing for compliments, it was clear that she genuinely wondered why you were spending time with her, trying to date her, when you could´ve gone for someone like the friend you´d mentioned earlier, someone younger, someone less loser-ish, if she was being fully truthful about how she saw herself.
“no?” you cocked your head, eyeing her, a bit amused by her blindness to her own appeal “well, I don´t know if you remember but I pretty much smiled through the entire dinner last time we saw each other, so, that might have something to do with it”.
Van couldn´t argue with that, it wasn´t an exaggeration and her eyes lit up a little from the memory “I do recall yes, you have a sweet smile”. she said it casually, without thinking twice, so it hit you harder than if she´d clearly been trying to get a reaction out of you by being smooth. she noticed and blushed a little.
“I mean, you´re very easy on the eyes as well, not that you think this is just about me enjoying your company or liking you for who you are” you teased, dry, dead-pan, which got a genuine, unexpected laugh out of her. “phew okay, thanks for clarifying, thank god” she joked, fidgeting with the hem of her top a bit, a give-away: she was dying for you to take what you wanted from her.
so, you took the cue and found a way to enter a new phase of your hangout, something more carnal: you clapped your hands and stood up while saying “okay, time for a dip, come on”, your shorts hitting the forest floor before she could even process what was going on, her mind going blank when she saw your body in full, barely covered anymore, a deliberate move from you to show off your backside as you stepped closer to the water and dipped your toes in.
“huh??” she exclaimed, unsure if you were actually being serious about swimming with her.
“yeah you heard me, didn´t just take you here to look at all this. you can just stay in your top and underwear, it´ll dry in no time afterwards in this heat”. you had a point but she was still hesitant, so you turned back to look at her and teased “or are you too scared of stepping on a little critter in there or something?”.
that did the trick. she scoffed and said “scared? alright, fuck it, I´ll show you”. within a few seconds she pulled down her shorts as well, which revealed something you weren´t prepared for, that made you the flustered one then: she wasn´t wearing boxers, as you´d assumed, but just a pair of thin, black cotton panties. you could see her entire leg and hip area. your face burned up from the sight of it and her smile widened by the second as she stepped closer and saw the effect she had on you.
after your shared moment of thinking “jesus, is she trying to kill me?” you took her hand and made her wade into the creek with you until you were both standing knee-deep in the cool water, splashing yourselves and each other until you felt some of the built-up heat dissolve into something less punishing, another heat coming to the forefront then, one that had little to do with the sun.
you both stood there, barely a few feet apart, enjoying the sensation of having the waves softly crash around your bodies, trying to look anywhere but each other and failing over and over again, neither of you strong enough to be subtle about it any longer, your breath suddenly shallow as you saw how she pulled up her white tank top until it functioned more like a bikini than a top, her chest almost fully visible by then from how drenched the fabric had gotten, her stomach paler than her arms and legs, a creamy quality to her skin that looked delicious in the golden light that was reflecting from the surface of the water, an angelic quality to her, everything about her, her hair like fire as it blew in the wind.
Van was incapable of tearing her eyes away from your neck, the spot where a few droplets were slowly sliding down, like little pearls of glass, she was close to begging then, saying something like “please.” just to finally feel you.
so, you stepped closer and closer to her until you paused and submerged your hands fully in the water. Van watched. bating her breath. eyes wide as you brought your dripping palms up to her flushed face and pressed them against her cheeks. cradling her. Van´s eyes immediately shut in surrender. a full body shiver. the softest sigh. the cool liquid on your skin standing no chance against the way your touch made her burn up.
it would´ve been cruel to make her wait even a second longer, so before she could look at you again, you pulled her in for a passionate, lingering kiss, pressing your lips against hers with a tender force that made her melt on the spot.
you pulled away and then kissed her again. and again. tilting your head to deepen it, to feel her tongue against your own, Van suddenly so bold and eager that you wanted her even more, nothing about her shy or hesitant anymore, all of the muscle memory still there after being without a lover for too long, her kisses so heartfelt and in sync with yours that you nearly folded and dropped down into the waves.
it was pure bliss. the dreams of each other not even come close to how it felt then. and you could tell, both of you whimpering in pleasure whenever you separated and went in for more, dying to kiss each other breathless, senseless, until you couldn´t take anymore. you held onto each other for dear life but it was hard, your skin too slippery, grabbing wherever you could reach, hard, your hands in her hair first, then on her neck, clinging to her, hers on your sides, pulling you in until you were flush against her chest, your tits pressing up against hers through the thin fabric, a moan as she she felt it, the water splashing between your hips from the impact, neither of you realizing that you were stumbling into the deeper parts of the water, that it reached up to your waists then.
Van kissed in a way that left you wet in two ways. her lips achingly soft and plump against your own and her movements so far from rushed, so skilled but so desperate as well, an intoxicating mix of confidence and fragility, her own arousal doubling and tripping from how you tugged at the strands of her hair while you refused to stop and come up for air, sucking on her bottom lip and licking over it, slowly, so slowly, a throbbing sensation hitting her so hard that she whined, before another deep kiss, her sounds turning more pathetic by the second, her hands underwater, on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, the nervous demeanor from before nowhere to be found. it was maddening.
she was completely changed. so openly greedy for you. the best kind of shock she could´ve given you. that contrast. her blushing at your compliments and then nearly making you come just from how she liked to make out.
eventually, you couldn´t brace yourselves anymore, but you didn´t want to stop, so you wrapped your legs around her waist under water and held onto her that way. you both laughed quietly as you made her stumble in a way that left you almost fully covered in water, her arms around your back to hold you above the surface, another kiss, tasting the wet earthy aroma on each other´s lips, smiling, the creek rushing over your tangled up bodies, peacefully, soothing your flushed skin, a thrilling wildness to it all.
without warning, Van took a hold of you and pushed you through the water until you reached a flat rock in the middle of the stream, big enough to fit at least two people.
she grinned and tapped it saying “get up there” while lifting you, so you did what you were told and hoisted yourself up onto the warm stoney furface until your legs were dangling in the water, your upper body glistened in the sun, your face giving away just how turned on you were, your mouth open from your shallow breaths, eyes wide as you stared at her, bracing yourself as best as you could.
Van didn´t say a thing. she moved between your legs and leaned in to kiss your thighs. to lick up all the water that was running down your skin. a gasp as you watched her and instinctively parted your legs even wider for her to have better access, shocked by her sudden boldness, deeply aroused, shivering from it, the look of her drenched top clinging to her skin, her hair half submerged, her skin shades of pink all over, not a care in the world as she kissed and licked your legs all over, bit down on the softest parts, as you tried your best to stay up on the rock and let her have her way.
it was beyond any fantasy. a pretty woman devouring your skin in the middle of the forest like she was a creature who´d been waiting there for you, lurking, hungry. ready, denying herself any and all pleasures of the flesh until you came along. she kept caressing your thighs and smiled up at you, lips swollen, face glistening, smug when she saw your expression of utter disbelief and desire, whispering to you “you know.. I have a thing for a fucking outside.”
it hit you like a ton of bricks. her voice. those plain, vulgar words. it took you a second to process it. she was suggesting that you fuck out there. as if it was nothing. you reached down to caress her hair and couldn´t even laugh because you were too turned on, too needy, too willing to be reckless, not turned off at all by the idea of someone possibly walking by, so you just nodded and asked “oh.. you do?”, your voice wavering.
Van grinned and nodded, her eyes were clouded over with lust, she gave your knee a kiss. “hmm, yeah. want me to show you why?”. the switch-up of her demeanor was killing you. hitting you right in your weakest spot over and over. you were aching for her so bad by then that you were scared you´d finish ten seconds in. you trembled as she nudged you into the position she needed and you in and surrendered so beautifully to it that she also felt a tight tension at her core.
the sight of you up there, all spread out and pliant for her, illuminated under the bright open sky, letting her have you out where someone might stumble upon the scene. the way you yielded to it without protest, it drove her insane. the animalistic side of her came out again then, the one she´d kept sealed up in the deepest parts of her soul for too long, you brought it out, violently so, leaving her ecstatic and untamed in her rediscovered erotic power.
Van reached up to untie one side of your bikini bottoms to peel off the fabric, leaving it hanging loosely of your other hip while she had you open, exposed to her need. your breath hitched as Van´s eyes traveled down your stomach to your abdomen to where she was dying to put her mouth, her palm on your stomach then, her thumb brushing over you, parting you lightly in a way that made you lean back and moan, your eyes shut as she drew a few teasing circles over your clit, heard you curse under your breath, the scent of the forest mixing with yours so deliciously that she groaned “god look at you… you´re fucking perfect…”.
with one determined motion she lifted your legs over her shoulders, held onto your thighs with a grip that might leave bruises - you were praying it would - and leaned in to kiss your inner thigh, erratic with desire when the dampness of your skin made it hard to properly latch onto you, the saltiness of your skin and sweetness of your sun screen hitting her so hard that she couldn´t help but suck your flesh into her mouth, her teeth grazing over you, a suckling sensation all over your inner thighs then, wherever she could reach, feverishly leaving you raw and worked up as she forgot herself and savored the feeling of having a pretty girls thighs next to her face while hearing her whine for more.
she was back in her body. fully. present in a way she hadn´t been in years. throbbing from it the same way your were as she finally leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cunt, just on the lips at first, a few gentle kisses to work you up even more, before you begged “please..” and looked down at her, you hand on the back of her head, pressing her against yourself as if she wasn´t about to bury herself in you on her own account, a trace of a smile before she pulled you down a few inches and had you right where she needed you. her nose brushing up against your clit. a shared moan as she pressed her whole face against you. your fingers tight in her hair then. the sound of the rushing water intensifying your own awareness of how soaked you were, right from the start.
the first, slow, languid swipe of her tongue from the bottom to the top of your folds was enough to make you see stars. you whole lower body tightened in response. it was perfect, that intense ache she both caused and soothed at the same time. she knew how to eat pussy, how to do it just right, her years of experience glaringly obvious then, you could feel it, her tongue moving over your cunt in big circling motions at first, working you up, getting the blood in your aroused lips to swell even more, slicking the whole area up, nice and slow, before she put more intense pressure on it, the tip of her tongue harder and more relentless with it, flicking over your clit, swirling around it, making out with you down there, doing eveything in her power to hear more and more of your moans and whimpers as you submitted to it and opened up for good, leaking all over her mouth then, pulsating, arching up and rolling your hips to meet her mouth which she fucking adored, a “hmm” sound of praise as she stilled her tongue for a moment to encourage you, so you rocked yourself against her and got lost in it, eyes shut, her hands never leaving your sides, her hunger only growing with each taste of you, each lick, each drop of your juices in her mouth.
she´d missed it terribly, having someone´s pussy all over her face, she ´d always been a pleaser, desperate to see her lover satisfied and it was clear from how she groaned against your cunt and went in for more and more, regardless of how much you squirmed or sighed “fuck” as your legs started shaking, she wasn´t done with you, not until you were crying out for her.
as you leaned back then, palms flat on the rock, hips angled up to her mouth, the trees rustling and waves crashing around you, it struck you how deeply freeing it felt to be nude out there, one with the elements while being taken and pleased, at your barest, most vulnerable, right the middle of the woods, the same woods you´d run around in as a girl, a hit to your core, the idea of being turned into an adult by being fucked right where you´d come of age, by someone from far away, as if she was corrupting you, as if she´d come there specifically to help you grow into your desires, far away from prying eyes.
it was dramatic but it turned you on to think of it that way as you felt yourself close to orgasm, your tits spilling out of your bikini top by then, which made Van reach up with one hand to squeeze you, to tease your nipple while doing the same to your clit, the sensations together wrecking you for good, so you moaned “fuck don´t stop, I´m so close, don´t stop”.
Van knew how to take orders, so she kept dragging her wet thumb over the hardened, sensitive area on your chest while her lips closed around the one between your legs, sucking on your clit, switching between that intense sucking and licking motions over and over until you tensed up and pressed your legs together around her head, an instant move of her hands to your thighs to keep you wide open, even while you whined and thought you might pass out from it, Van not letting up until she had you shaking and bending your limbs as the climax hit you, your arm pressed against the rock, your body twisted to the side, ruined by the sudden release.
she stayed right where she was and let you come all over her mouth, her own cunt twitching from the sound and look and feel of your high, her hold on you softening then, turning into caresses, soothing touches as you laid there like a mermaid washed ashore, eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, chest rapidly rising and falling, undone for her, by her, with her.
the setting sun cast a golden hue over your exposed body and it took her breath away. the whole scene was so picture perfect, so soul-crushingly sexy that it felt like she´d dreamed it all up. the water cooled both of your riled up bodies so gently that it felt like mother nature was holding you, approving of it: your outburst of mutual affection and need, the willingness to be risky and audacious about it.
after a few moments of catching your breath and thinking “what the fuck just happened” you mustered up some strength and slipped down from the rock back into the water to stand next to her once more. Van made space for you as she wiped her mouth, not to clean herself but to remind you what she´d just done to you, licking her lips the same way she would after a good meal.
a moment later she closed the distance between you and rested her hands on your shoulders, massaging them lightly, grinning at your dazed expression, very pleased with herself when you shook your head and sighed “god…”, the aftershocks still tingling all over.
“you know, if we weren´t out here I´d have kept going. but. didn´t want you to scrape up your pretty back” she said quietly, her voice low, a kiss to cheek, then your temple, then your forehead, caressing your back with one hand, up and down your spine, to emphasize the point.
“well, I wouldn´t have given a fuck about scratches or wounds” you sighed, laughing quietly as you finally came back to your senses and looked up at her while placing your hands on her lower back, teasing her a bit, your eyes briefly wandering down to where her tits were fully visible through the drenched white top. you caressed her in a way that made her shiver for a second as you whispered “you were hiding all of that, huh? putting on a coy act for me” jokingly shaking your head, as if you were chastising her.
Van laughed and nudged you lightly, her knee against your thigh underwater “oh, so you thought I didn´t have it in me, sweetheart? ouch”. you laughed too and wiped some water off her nose, tracing the bridge of it for a second. “no, not in that way”.
“oh that was nothing” she scoffed, downplaying it, but also very clearly promising you more down the line, which made you step even closer and slip your hand down to where her panties were clinging to her ass, pushing your luck, Van only smiling in response, already addicted to the sensation of being felt up by you.
“hm, what was that you said earlier? you´re stuck with me now? same here.” you told her and played with her hair, the parts of it that were stuck together, brushing through them with your fingers, gently. Van eyed you and grinned as she asked “a bit of head is all it takes, hm?”.
“yes, I´m easy” you joked and pulled her in until your lips were brushing over hers. she smiled and sighed “me too. perfect match, I´d say” before you started kissing again, more relaxed than before, slow and gentle kisses, your taste still on her lips.
eventually, you made your way out of the water and went back to the shore.
you tied your bikini bottoms back together while telling her “you should lay that out so it can dry off” while pointing at her tank top, your tone giving away that your comment had very little to do with helpful advice and everything with the need to see her fully exposed, so she caved and pulled it off, echoing what you’d said earlier “yes ma’am”.
the of her naked chest was so inviting that you practically lunged at at her then, pinning her to the beach towel in a way that made her squeal and licking over her freckled skin as if she’d spilled ice cream on it for you to clean up, kissing all the right spots, her nails digging into your back in response.
it was her turn to surrender then and Van did it gladly, feeling giddy as you trapped her and sucked on her tits, kissed her all over her upper body while dragging down her water-soaked panties to touch her where she´d gotten soaked from pleasing you, soft whimpers as she held onto you and grew weaker and weaker from how you kissed her neck while jerking her off, whispering to her how hot she was, how nobody had ever made you come like that, how badly you wanted her in your bed, a whole night with her.
one orgasm wasn´t enough for you, so you kept going, making out with her while you slowly pushed your fingers into her, teasing out another high soon after the first, obsessed with her sensitivity, her loud whining and pleading, the feel of her cum all over your hand as you palmed her and refused to stop until she was fully spent and sated, lazily touching her all over until you were both tired out and spent, still blissfully ignorant of any possible onlookers.
for about thirty minutes afterwards you just laid there together, your head resting on her lower stomach, her arms wrapped around your back, both of you breathing in unison as your bodies were drying in setting sun, the breeze still sweeping over you in a steady rhythm.
by the time the cicadas started chirping and a blue darkness started to eclipse the orange daylight, you agreed to pack up your things and make your way back to her car, both of you quiet and happy as you held hands during the walk, your bodies heavy and exhausted in the best possible way, a glow of both contentment and heat lighting up your faces in the shade of the trees.
back in her car, you both decided to stop by a gas station before she´d drop you off, so you could get something nice and cold to drink, also to steal a bit more time together, dreading the goodbye already. you watched her drive in silence for a few minutes until you smiled and asked “do you ever use this car for hook-ups?”.
Van shot you a look that said “really? come on.” and answered “uh, as I´m sure you can tell, I haven´t been hooking up with anyone, anywhere, so. no.” her tone made you laugh but you were glad, very glad, to have it confirmed: that you´d been the one to break her dry spell.
“and… if I told you to pull over right now, would you?” you probed, playful, eyes glittering with mischief in the dark, too pleased by the sight of her arms flexing as she handled the steering wheel to deny yourself the chance for a bit more action before you´d part ways for the night.
“if you ask me very nicely” she teased and kept looking forward, waiting for you to give it your best shot, but instead of just begging her, you did something else. you shifted in your seat and faced her as you lifted your legs over the console, onto her lap, and pressed the heel of your left foot against her crotch. you heard an instant, undignified groan from her that pleased you to no end. Van gripped your ankle in response and held your foot in place, stopping you from moving or applying more pressure while uttering “oh we´re playing dirty now, I see..”.
within a minute, she found a spot by the road to pull over, no other cars in sight, just endless fields stretching out til the horizon, and before she even killed the engine you were already climbing over onto her lap, a fresh burst of desire rippling through you as you put your legs on either side of her thighs and pressed your weight onto her.
you instinctively started grinding yourself down against her, the fabric of your shorts doing very little to keep her from sounding like you were actually fucking instead of just dry-humping. her arms were tight around your back as she buried her face in your neck and moaned “jesus christ..”. you braced yourself against the car window with one hand and used the other to caress her hair as you both grew needy again.
you ended up making out for a while, lazy and sloppy, needy with it, the way new lovers do it, until you looked at her from up close and whispered “you´re mine now. I´ve got eyes and ears everywhere in this town, so I better not hear anything about you being out with another girl”. you knew her well, already, it was clear that she loved the sound of being kept by you, being bossed around a little, so you exaggerated your possessive nature and watched her face light up.
“damn okay. I´ll try to fight off all the other hot girls that are throwing themselves at me” she joked and gave your thigh a light slap as you peeled yourself away from her again to let her finish the drive back into town.
the stop at the gas station ended with you two standing outside her car while downing your cans of iced tea within the blink of an eye while staring up at the night sky, marvelling at the stars, a view that made her very glad that she´d decided to leave her old life behind. you being included in that view, of course.
a few minutes later, Van parked at the intersection of your street, not right by your house, unwilling to have an awkward face-to-face momenr with your parents, in case they just so happened to be out on the porch at that hour. you stood outside her car and put your hands on the open window by the drivers side, she put her hand on top of yours and you asked “so. when can I come over tomorrow?”.
“whenever you´r ready, literally, I dont care if its 6am” she meant it, she´d have let you come before sunrise if that´s what you´d suggested.
“okay noted but I do like to sleep in and take my time getting ready, so.. I´ll be there around noon” you promised in return, following it up by suggesting “I mean.. I could tell them I´m staying at a friends place, so we have a full day and night together”.
“you sure? that´s a lot of time, wouldn't want you to get sick of me so soon” Van asked, not just making a self-deprecating joke but truthfully a little scared that you´d find her company taxing after one too many hours.
you shook your head and smiled softly “I won´t, I swear. or are you saying that because you´re secretly the type to dread the idea of sharing your bed with a lover?”.
Van laughed and shook her head “baby. you could sleep right on top of me, hit me in your sleep, suffocate me, and I still wouldn´t complain, trust me.” she said, conviction in her tone, not exaggerating at all.
“I´m a peaceful sleeper, sorry to disappoint. but I can suffocate you in other ways..” you whispered, which made her nod in approval as she took out the lighter you´d gifted her, “oh, please do”.
“here, break it in for me, will you?” she said and handed it to you, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between her lips before she leaned her head out of the car window and made you light it for her, your hands shielding the flame, a moment of intense eye-contact before the cig was lit and she took a drag, ever so lightly blowing the smoke in your direction, teasing, smiling when she saw you take a deep breath in.
“alright, I´ll save the long version of this for another time but just know this was like. the best day I´ve had in years, easily” she said and reached out for your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, your heart squeezing at the sight, the gesture so unexpected and sweet.
“same. for sure.” you said quietly and leaned in to kiss her one last time before you reluctantly tore yourself away and walked down the street, touched when you realized that she was waiting for you to be safe inside until she´d start her car back up again.
after a long shower, most of which was spent staring at the wall zoned out thinking of her and probing at the little bite marks she’d left on your inner thighs, you got cozy in bed right as your phone lit up with a message. you rolled over and squinted your eyes as you read the words “I just realized I didn´t say this to you yet because it´s so insanely obvious to me but just so you know: you´re very pretty.”.
you smiled and typed out your response “well, I did get the sense that you like my appearance, don´t know why.. just a feeling I guess? but thank you, so are you <3”.
you could almost hear her giggling to herself over your smart-ass response and already looked forward to hearing her laugh in person again the next day. you both told each other goodnight and to sleep well, since you wouldn’t get much sleep the next night.
falling asleep was easy that night, not just because you were worn out from the heat and passion but also because you wanted the next morning to come as soon as possible. Van felt the same, so she made herself a sleepy-time tea, ready to knock out and come back to life once it would only take a few more hours until you were on her door-step, the first of many times.
no heatwave could make you dread the coming weeks. no way. as long as you had each other, her truck and your knowledge of the area, you could spend your days out in nature, in the shade and in the water, fighting off the intensity of the sun while sinking into the heat of your new love.
plot: a night out at a bar takes a turn for the better when you unexpectedly run into your ex and decide to shock her by giving her way more of your time and energy than she’d have dared to hope for
authors note: I’ve always been into the idea of her causing unnecessary drama and heartbreak for herself while dating and begging people to take her back lol so this came of that, hope u enjoy <3 (ca. 7k words)
warnings: smut (both receiving, Van bit more), Van doesn’t have a dominant bone in her body here
it was the end of the semester and beginning of summer, an ideal weekend to go out, so your roommate convinced you to celebrate and join her friend group for a local pride event.
at that time of year it was hot as hell even when the sun is was already behind the horizon, so come Saturday night the bar was packed with glistening, barely covered bodies, everyone’s faces illuminated by pink and orange lights, a disco ball, and for while you enjoyed being in the middle of it all; you danced with a few girls and got tipsy on overpriced cocktails in no time, felt the eyes of a pretty stranger lingering on you long enough for it to be flattering, but eventually your legs started hurting and you began to feel trapped in that sea of people, so around 12am you pushed your way through the crowd, back out onto the street.
a rush of relief washed over you when the cool evening air hit your skin, so you took a few deep shuddering breaths, wiped your forehead, and flopped down on a bench near the entrance of the bar while considering whether you should go back inside or if just say fuck it and text them that you were going home.
you were too busy considering your options and wishing that someone walking by would drop a large bottle of water into your lap to realize who you had just sat down next to, completely oblivious to the way the woman to your right was watching you, smiling to herself, trying her best not to look to happy to see you, amused by the fact that you were unaware of it: that you were sitting right next your your ex-lover.
Van shouldn´t have been shocked to see you, the town being as small as it was, with only that many gay bars around, but still, she hadn´t considered that she might run into you when she decided to go out that night, so it seemed like a miracle to her, to have you there, out of nowhere, her girl that wasn´t hers anymore, who she was still so hung up on, close enough to touch, her heartbeat instantly faster.
Van observed you for a moment longer before she cleared her throat and asked “uh, you okay there?”.
a jolt went through your whole body then. that voice. you would´ve recognized it anywhere, at any time, so you whipped your head around to face her and were met by a vision that nearly made you black out: Van. sitting there in a white tank top and cut off jeans shorts, bronzed from the sunny weather, even prettier than you remembered, the warmer season suiting her, smiling, lazily smoking a cigarette, eyeing you with unmistakable tenderness.
her presence struck an intense nerve after three months of no contact, her freckled face, those lips you´d kissed thousands of times before glistening in the glow of the nearby streetlights, flashes of your past intimacy rushing into your mind, flooding it with visions of where else on your skin you´d felt her mouth before, a tingling sensation on your neck, the swell of your breast, between your legs, a sudden throbbing sensation, just from looking at her. holding grudges wasn’t on your mind, not in that moment at least.
“oh god, I´m so sorry, I should´ve paid attention before sitting down. but uh.. hi” you laughed quietly and adjusted your position to sit more upright, both of you clearly amused by the sudden chance meeting, not bothered at all, especially not Van, so she waved it off, trying to play it cool while her eyes sparkled a bit too brightly
“oh, don´t be sorry, please, it´s good to see you, really” she said it a bit too intensely, she knew it the moment the words left her mouth, so she cringed at a little, but you were thrilled and perked up when you realized just how whipped for you she apparently still was, even after all that time apart.
“yeah, yeah it is” you agreed, truthfully, since there were no hard feelings involved on your part, not really. you´d only dated for a few months and the break-up hadn´t been an epic show-down, more of a messy fizzling out that was mostly Van´s fault, another case of her pushing someone away once it got too intense, nothing that left wounds you couldn’t be persuaded to forgive her for.
“but I´m sure running into me of all people isn´t exactly making your night better, is it?” Van asked, taking another drag and exhaling slowly, grinning, self-aware enough to know you might still be a bit pissed about how things had ended, but you just smiled “well, it’s not making it worse, let’s put it that way”.
you were trying to disarm her, mess with her, too tipsy to be stand-offish or cold, which was a relief to her, so she sighed and said “okay, I´ll take that”, taking another drag and tilting her head up blow the smoke up, away from you, her pale throat too exposed for you not to feel the sudden urge to lean in and taste it, bite it, mark it.
you shook your head as you tried to keep your racing thoughts at bay and let out a groan that made Van ask “okay, be honest, how many drinks in are you?”, her protectiveness for you still there, her tone laced with concern as she moved to study your face from up close, her hand on your shoulder then, a familiar touch, a slip-up, she did it without thinking, the muscle memory still there, and it felt good, too good, having her fingers on your bare skin.
you shuddered and hoped she couldn´t tell that it hit you right then just how badly you wanted her, that she was still the only one who could make you feel riled up without even trying to. you´d missed it. terribly. your capacity of arousal that seemed to have no end when it came to her.
“hm, five, I think? but I´m okay, just needed some air, it was too hot in there, I´m not actually that drunk” it wasn´t a lie, you could handle your alcohol, you didn’t ´t feel sick, just very buzzed, uninhibited, but not at risk of passing out.
Van shook her head and laughed as she smoothly laced her arm behind your back on the bench, stretched her legs out, man-spreading, maybe on purpose, to remind you of all the times you´d had your head between her thighs.
“five?? damn, we really did have an age difference, huh? I´d be passed the fuck out right now if I had that many”. she meant it, she´d had two beers that night and was already bracing herself for a headache the next morning. you shrugged, a little smug when she mentioned your age-gap, as if she knew it turned you on to hear it acknowledged out loud, so you played into it “well, since we´re already speaking about your frail, brittle constitution” a pause to watch her roll her eyes, barely managing to suppress a smile “how have you been?”.
you crossed your legs in her direction and turned your body to face her more, not-so-accidentally pushing your arm up against hers, a shiver down her spine before she composed herself and mused “oh you know me, I get by, nothing new to tell you about really, hasn´t been that long since…” she gestured between you two, unwilling to say it out loud, so you jumped in and completed the thought in your own way “since you fumbled me?”.
Van nodded, tickled by that way of putting it, the youthful choice of words, “fumbled”, she cringed at the memory, at how beyond stupid she´d been to let you go, to let her pride get in the way of fighting for another chance. “yeah. that..” she said quietly, a bit solemn almost, which felt like a win, the clear longing in her voice, her demeanor.
without thinking twice, you snatched her almost burnt-down cigarette from her hand and took a drag, sneakily, nudging her leg with yours as you heard her gasp in faux-shock. you blew the smoke out and felt her gaze on your lips as you looked up at her through half-lidded eyes and whispered “you´re reallyyyy regretting it now, arent you?”.
she grinned at your teasing, your effective attempt to get under her skin, praying that you´d keep toying with her like that, charmed to hell and back, blushing deeper than before.
she held your gaze and answered “didn´t need this to regret it. but yeah… yeah I am.” she cocked her head as watched you adjust your clothes, your posture, your hair, throw the cigarette into the trash can nearby. you felt her attention burning on your side, so you met her eyes again and saw something akin to shyness, as if she was holding a thought back out of embarrassment, so you made a questioning “hm?” sound.
before she could stop herself, she told you “you´re only getting prettier you know.” her voice quiet, reverent almost, as if she was about to choke up.
she was clearly still in love with you and you were tired of spending time with people who didn´t make your blood rush like she did, who didn´t look at you like they were about to die if you didn´t touch them, who weren´t as intense and devoted as she had been, from the very first time . both of you felt it sizzling in the space between your bodies, the rising tension, the old connection, the flame of your passion, still there on a low simmer, begging to be rekindled for good, to go ablaze once more.
“thank you… that´s sweet. but. you also look good, I like this” you sighed and reached out to touch the space where her shorts ended on the leg that was pressed up against yours, splaying your hand over the pale flesh of her lower thigh, caressing her with your thumb, just for a moment, her breathing turning labored, a moan stuck in her throat, the touch so intimate and unexpected she almost blacked out, a faint whine of protest when you pulled your hand away again, barely audible, but it was there.
“were you about to leave, before I sat down?” you asked, a leading question, your mind already spinning. “yeah, yeah I was” she said, her voice cracked from what you´d just done, both of you vibrating with everything you wanted to do to each other.
“can I come home with you?” you asked, bold and clear with it, your tone implying exactly what you were thinking. you wanted nothing more in that moment than to be back in her apartment, tangled in her sheets again. you were delirious from the heat and the booze and your lust for her, so you took her hand, felt her close her fingers around yours, got closer, close enough for her to feel your breath on her cheek, and heard her utter a nervous “oh..” in response to your proposal.
“hm? you don´t want me to?” you cocked your head, still holding onto her, her palm just as damp as yours, not just from the weather.
“no no, I do, of course I do, I just. didn´t think it would be this easy. I was about to start begging and pleading” she confessed, which made you smile the same way she did, deeply pleased by that idea. you let go of her hand to reach up and play with her hair instead as you whispered “hm, you´re very good at that, I remember” before you leaned in and brushed your lips over her neck, smelled her perfume, her sweat, dizzy from it, immediately, your mouth watering like you were about to eat her whole.
Van´s breath hitched, she let out an almost pained “jesus…” and gripped your knee for support, surrendered to your will, without a second thought, the way she always did, so you gave in and pressed a hot kiss to her pulse point, open-mouthed, greedy for her taste, then another one, and another, a trail of feverish kisses all over the side of her neck, not a care in the world about who might´ve been watching, her jaw too, her face, holding her head in place and pressing yourself as close as possible as she frantically gripped your arm to hold on.
Van let out a series of undignified sounds mixed with curses that that sounded more like prayers the way she whined them, your touch a revelation after all those nights of her being haunted by its memory.
she was trembling all over as you almost climbed fully onto her, so hungry for more of her, overcome with the need to fuck her, reminded of how violently turned on you always got with her, your fingers digging into her chest over her top, your lips still on her neck, her hands eventually pushing you off, reluctantly, her words barely coherent through her labored breaths when she said “fuck…okay baby, we´ve gotta go, can’t do that out here, come on”.
she pulled you up and dragged you into the direction of her apartment, which was about a five minute walk away, impatient, your mind reeling from the way the nickname “baby” had just slipped out without her even noticing or apologizing, the sound of it so natural that she didn´t even realize she was saying it to her ex.
Van made you link arms with her, so you wouldn´t trip and fall in your less-than-sober state, and you couldn´t help but tease her a bit so you said “you want it that bad, hm?”, which made her turn to look at you with raised eyebrows to counter “oh, and you don´t? you just almost humped my leg in public”.
you grinned and shrugged “not my fault you´re dressed like a slut”. it turned her on more than she´d have cared to admit, that degrading word being thrown her way, it made her feel hot all over and hit her at an unexpected weak spot, to be called slutty by a lover when the outfit in question wasn´t a skimpy dress but baggy shorts, it got her good, made her wish you´d keep going, rub it in a bit more, jokingly objectify her until it didn´t feel like a joke to her anymore.
“menace..” she uttered and gripped you tightly as she guided you down her street, trying to put up a tough front because she knew just how far from composed she´d be once you were in doors and you could do whatever you wanted to her, no witnesses around to inspire even an ounce of restraint.
a few minutes later you were walking up the stairs to her apartment and the smell of her space was an instant turn-on, a sensual reminder of all those nights you´d spent up there, the countless hours you´d spent hiding away from the world under that very roof, often half or fully undressed, under her or on top of her, night and day, your first weeks of being together especially, a never-ending sleepover.
once you reached the top of the stairs, Van stood there in the middle of the room, waiting for you to decide, to make a move, to call the shots, so you did.
slowly, without rushing it, you backed her up against the nearest wall, eyeing her up and down, watching her eyes widen, fully aware how much she craved it, to feel like her lovers prey, small and helpless in the face of the pleasure she was being threatened with.
you´d done it on purpose: leaving her lips alone when you kissed her on the bench. you’d saved the first proper kiss for a moment later on and now that it was there, you wanted to tease her instead of doing the expected thing, the obvious move: immediately going in for a bruising kiss. you drew it out, made her ache a bit more, smiled innocently as you got closer and closer to her and placed your hands on the wall next to her face, your breath mingling with hers then, the scent of her lavender shampoo and her own natural sweetness hitting you at full force, your breathing heavier each second as you stood there with her trapped between your arms, her lips parted in anticipation and need.
Van started to look like she might just cry if you didn´t do it already, her hands clutching your shirt, so just before she could utter the word “please-” you cut her off and kissed her. hard. so full of passion and feeling that it knocked the air out of her lungs, a lingering, perfect kiss that might´ve made her shed a few tears if she hadn´t been so wrapped up in your taste, the feel of your tongue in her mouth, your kissing quickly turning into sloppy, shameless making out, the rhythm between your bodies immediately back in sync as if you´d never separated at all.
both of you grabbed each others faces as you went in again and again again, her lips even softer than in your memories, heavenly against your own, so you sucked on her bottom lip with a whimpering sound as you pushed your knee up between her thighs, tugging at her hair as she moaned way too loudly for her own liking, completely undone by how hungry and eager you were, your tipsy state leaving you both hornier and less composed than you might´ve been in a sober state, lucky for her.
after a few minutes of devouring each other, you pulled away and tore off her top, giving her no time to adjust before you grabbed her sensitive tits and leaned down to suck on one of them, swirling your tongue all over her plump flesh and nipple, grazing your teeth over it, bruising her there.
she whined your name in ecstasy and almost slid down the wall, holding onto you for dear life, groaning “ugh you´re killing me” which made you let go of her flushed chest, your spit glistening on it as you sighed “you deserve it, don´t you think?”.
you stared at her with a feral kind of need, still cupping her tits, squeezing, relentless, hear head pressed back against the wall, her eyes shut as she conceded “yeah… god yeah…” another heated kiss from you shutting her up again, your words uttered into her open mouth between kisses “you´re still mine, you haven´t moved on at all, admit it” your knee digging into her crotch in a way that made her see stars then, her lips swollen by then, “no no, never, god, I´ve been going insane over you, I missed you so much, do whatever you want”.
she didn´t need to say it twice. you dragged her to the bedroom and tore off your own shirt and shorts before you unzipped hers as well and let them fall to the floor, leaving you both topless, in your underwear, a moment of charged silence as you marveled at each other´s bodies as if you were seeing them for the first time, your curves in the darkness illuminated by a golden hue from a lamp in the corner, giving your flesh an almost sacred, stature-like quality.
you were all over each other again in an instant, grabbing, squeezing, caressing, insatiable, no amount of touch enough in that moment.
you pulled her close and kissed her shoulder, bit down, groaned and gripped her hips, her ass, as she mirrored the motions, pressed warm kisses to your neck, rubbed her mouth wherever she could reach on your body, smelling and tasting and feeling you, starved for it all.
without warning you pushed Van onto the bed and heard her squeal from the sudden impact as you climbed over her, pinned her arms down, gave her what she needed: the sensation of being handled.
you were chest to chest then as you started making out again, even more perverse with it than before, slow swirls of your tongues as you started grinding yourself down against her thigh, the feeling of the damp fabric on her skin driving her fucking crazy, your hands loosening their grip on her wrists to move them up and lace your fingers through hers, more romantic, the way you both preferred, as you moaned and moved your hips, kissing each other breathless and dizzy, your tits pleasureably pressed up against hers, so smooth, so soft, so comforting in the midst of your violent lust.
you knew Van to be vocal and sensitive but she was even louder and more responsive than you recalled, which made you wanna give it to her even more, her hands running up and down your spine as she squirmed under you from the surreal bliss of having your weight press down on her again.
eventually, you were both too worked up to wait any longer, so you pulled your underwear down, hers too, Van lifting her hips while sighing “I´m.. I haven´t.. with anyone since you, haven´t even touched myself lately, I couldn´t…” she was trying to explain it, why she seemed that affected by your touch, and the idea of her possibly not having come for weeks, dreaming of you, waiting for you to come back, it got you good.. perhaps she knew it and had told you on purpose, so you leaned in and whispered “good. I love how weak you are right now..” your lips right by her ear then “let me ruin you.”
“please.. yes” she sighed as you found your spot on top of her again and reached down to feel her, Van doing the same, both of your hands making contact with each other´s slick folds at the same time, a shared moan while you held eye-contact and and started rubbing over each other, slowly, getting a feel for it again, transported back to all those times you´d made each other come undone just with your fingers.
you were wet, but Van was drenched. you could hear it as you moved your fingers up and down between her swollen lips, gathered her juices, rubbed them all over her aching core as she did the same to you, whimpering “oh my god” as she finally got to have you again, fully, in your most vulnerable state.
“fuck.. you feel so good…” you moaned and circled her clit, pressed against her a bit harder, stifling a cry by kissing her neck as she jerked you off just right, her fingers so skilled at drawing out wave after wave of pleasure with just a few targeted touches, her movements a bit more aggressive than yours, aware that you needed it like that to really lose your mind.
“like that yes, keep doing that” you whined and met her eyes again as she needily moved herself up against your palm, her fingers working at you as yours were getting soaked by her arousal, her cunt pulsating so hard that she couldn´t help but whine “baby…” pleading for mercy, biting her lip, eyes shut, all that pent-up desire finally being teased out by you, your leg over hers then, both of you on your sides, entwined, frantically rubbing each others clits as you rocked back and forth, kissing again, messy and unable to keep it going, wrecked by moans until you could tell she was right there form how her body trembled and her nails dug into your back, so you kept the exact pace and pressure and moaned “come for me, show me” ordering her to let go, a few more seconds of you rubbing each other raw until Van tensed up and got wrecked by the release, shaking, holding onto you with her free arm, panting and flushed as she rode out her high against your hand, which made you come as well, the sight and sound and feel of her orgasm enough to bring yours on too, a quick, intense jolt of pleasure from your core through your whole body that made you sound just as pathetic as her.
for a moment you laid there and caught your breaths, her head resting in the crook of your neck, a mumbled “fuck” against your burning skin, then you reached up and sucked your juices off each other´s fingers, both of you fucking each other´s mouths by moving your them in and out until you both drooled as you slid them back out again, everything about you two filthy by then, your bodies glowing with sweat. you placed a gentle kiss on her hot face and licked over the salty, damp skin of her temple before nuzzling your nose into her hair, grinding down against her again, out of instinct, her arms tight around your back by then, soothing you as you whimpered “need more..”.
you moved on the bed and felt the urgent need to fuck her while being fucked at the same time. you wanted to feel her pussy right against your own, you wanted to merge into one, so you told her “come here” and adjusted her legs in order to lock your own with them in a way that would make it easiest to do what you desperately wanted to.
she caught on and helped you out, laid back against the pillows and lifted her leg for you to slip yours under and nearly blacked out when she saw you spit onto your palm and reach down to rub the extra fluid over yourself first and then her too, spreading it over her clit to tease her, giving her a light slap, eliciting an almost pained “oh fuck” as she braced herself and clung to the sheets.
the nastiness of it all left her completely at your mercy, the way you made even more of a mess between her thighs before you uttered “wanna come all over you..” which made her buck her hips up in response before you even touched your cunt to hers. “do it, use me”, she sighed, eager to have you overwhelm her, to have you take whatever you wanted from her.
she stared at you in awe, deeply enamored by your disheveled look that matched her own, both of you frantically twisting your bodies until you finally found the spot and pressed your heat right up against hers, a shiver rippling through both of you from the sensation, her wetness mixing with your own, your sensitive flesh pulsating in unison.
you rolled your hips, slowly at first, as she spread her legs even wider, so within a few seconds your clits were aligned, both of you moaning and locking eyes, letting out a groaned “oh fuck…”, followed by a whiny “yes..” as you hit the exact right angle and started grinding yourself up against her with abandon, your fingers digging into her leg as you used the support to rub your aching pussy all over hers again and again, drunk on the divine slippery sounds that started echoing through the room, both of you so soaked by then that you moved over her with ease, fully wrecked by the feel of her, Van’s eyes shut and her nails digging into your flesh as she felt you go harder and faster, her clit and walls throbbing so hard with each roll of your hips that her whimpers started to sound more like cries, her entire body flushed by then, crimson splotches on her chest, her stomach, her thighs, her head thrown back, hair splayed out over all the pillow as you pushed her into the cushions further and almost ended up on top of her.
the perverse, intimate feel of your pussy overstimulating hers cracked her composure for good and made her beg you “don´t stop, don´t stop, please”, desperate to leak all over you, to be forced to another orgasm by your relentless moves.
for a good moment you got lost in the addictive feel of it, grinding and whimpering, moving her leg up even further to get a better grip, to have more levity and really press her into the mattress and make your cunts kiss over and over until you looked at her again and whined “god I missed this so fucking much.. dreamed about it.. ” a moan cutting you off before you could say more, her hands on your waist then, wandering up to your tits to squeeze and give you even more to moan about as she groaned “yeah? you did too?”, briefly looking down, sick with desire when she saw your pussy lips moving in sync with hers, hearing you affirm it with a shaky, fucked-out voice “hmm.. god you always feel so good, so wet”.
you meant it, you were addicted to it and Van was as erratic as you as she rolled her hips up to match your motions and moaned “I only ever get like this with you..” her tone so earnest that you couldn´t help but lean down to kiss her, make out with her, grabbing her face and slipping your tongue into her mouth as you kept humping her pussy, close to losing your mind from it all. you cradled her face lovingly once you neared your climax together, staring into her soul as your hips got sore and Van’s repressed feelings spilled out in her near-orgasm delirium, mumbling the words “I missed you so fucking much, I’m so sorry, I never should’ve let you go, fuck-” before she stole another kiss, one of your hands on her neck, her unmasked neediness hitting you right at your weak spot, pushing you to the edge.
you whined “I´m close, I’m gonna-” so she willed herself to join you and stopped holding back, released her tension and felt you do the same, your bodies practically slapping against each other by then in your feverish need to come together.
the climax hit you at the exact same time, much harder than the one before, the kind of full-body sensation that goes through every last nerve ending, that tenses up every muscle, leaves your mind blank, both of you shuddering and gripping each other hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents as you felt your own spasming mirrored back to you, fully drenching each other´s pussies, overwhelmed and shaking, needily riding it out, cursing under your breaths, both of you catching glimpses of the other person so beautifully destroyed, by you and with you.
the scent of your sex enveloped you then, musk and sweat and arousal mixed with the faint sweetness of perfume and sun screen, your senses high on it all as you went slack together, sprawled out over each other, holding hands without even realizing, right back to it, that glow of sex made so much better by deep love.
the second you felt some strength returning to your limp body, you peeled yourself away from her and manhandled her in a way that made her gasp “what are you-” as you pushed her legs up a bit, your hands firm on the smooth back of her thighs, keeping her exposed to you.
“missed your taste..” you sighed and went in to eat her out without teasing her or building up to it at all, immediately lapping at her in broad, self-indulgent strokes, your muffled, pussy-drunk moans driving her crazy as you held her in place and remembered exactly how to please her, even while intoxicated and out of your mind, her body still all yours in your mind, your flat tongue sliding up and down to gather every last drop before you sucked on her clit and savored the feeling of her squirming and shaking. she gripped your head to keep you right where you were while whimpering praises and pet-names, still so sensitive and raw from the aftershocks, your mouth doing way too much to her in the best way, giving her the kind of painful pleasure that always brought her to her knees.
Van looked down at you right as you slipped your finger into her, dying to feel her from the inside too, hitting the exact right spot and feeling her walls clench around your knuckles, both of you the picture of animalistic desire then, your hand and mouth and chin slick with her, Van’s moans so far from dignified as you pumped into her that she started to get embarrassed, so you gave her a final push by adding another finger, stretching her out and teasing her clit until your tongue went numb. Van pleaded with you when it got too intense and moaned “I can’t I can’t please, fuck”, but you only cooed at her “shh, I’ve got you, I know you can take it”.
the final orgasm hit her at an even deeper spot in her body than the ones before, which - to your utter delight - made her squirt a bit, not a pornographic amount, but enough to make her let out a strangled cry from the release as you felt the liquid hit your mouth, your tongue staying in place to soothe her as she rode it out against your face and then slumped back against the pillows looking all kinds of fucked out. sated. prettier than ever.
you stayed between her legs and looked up at her, admiring your work, the beads of sweat dripping down between her tits, the angelic, almost cherub-y look to her face then, all rosy and dewy, her lower body too delicious looking for you to deny yourself the pleasure of leaving a few kisses on her lower stomach, the faint shape of her v-line, her hipbones, resting your cheek against her thigh afterwards, laying on her while she struggled to take a proper breath.
“yeah.. I don´t think anyone can blame me for being hung up on you. fucking hell..” she sighed followed by a girl-ish laugh, a sound you were glad to hear once more, her hands on your shoulders then, patting you lightly as you didn’t comment on it, left her statement hanging in the air, feeling a bit smug about your effect on her.
for a few minutes you both laid there in comfortable silence, breathing in unison, calming down a bit as a cool breeze swept in through the open window and reminded you just how late it was: around 1:30 am by then, the distant sound of cars driving by almost lulling you to sleep until Van decided to get up and said “stay there, be right back”.
she stole a glimpse at the sight of you laying splayed out on your belly and then left you to relax a bit more as she quickly went to get some ice-cold water from the kitchen.
“here, drink up sweetie” she told you when she joined you again, sitting there at the edge of the bed as you sat up too, her concern for your wellbeing c to at forefront of her mind since she’d realized that you hadn´t had a single sip to drink since she’d run into you earlier. you wiped your mouth after you gulped down the entire glass and smiled at her sheepishly, which was a relief to her, seeing that you were feeling just fine, so she settled down next to you and let you drape your leg over hers, caressing your knee absentmindedly.
“I think you’ll love to know that I still have your toothbrush on top of the sink. couldn´t bring myself to throw it out. your shampoo in the shower too, a shirt in the closet…” she said it like she could´ve easily listed a few more things, which didn´t leave you cold, the revelation that she´d kept all those things right where you left them, that she hadn´t bothered to text you to get them back because she wanted those reminders of your presence for herself.
you turned your face and nudged her shoulder, teasing her “did you sniff that shirt when you missed me?”. instead of denying it, she paused and smiled before she said “no comment.”
the heat and pleasure had left her looking too effortlessly sexy for you to stay where you were seated, so you climbed onto her to straddle her instead, her hands on your hips then, caressing you slowly.
“just so I can get this out of my system, you aren´t seeing anyone, right?” she asked, suddenly deadly serious, which made you laugh and gesture at yourself, the way you were sitting on her, naked, your tits almost on eye-level with her, “uh, does it seem like I am?”.
“no? nobody? not even like… casually? a friend or something?”. you took it as a compliment, her disbelief, the evident jealous streak that she´d never been that good at hiding.
“no, not since you, you ruined me, so we´re even in that regard, hm?” you said it theatrically, overdoing it for effect, but you weren´t fully joking, since it was true that you couldn´t bring yourself to just hook up with someone new after the deep passion you´d shared with her.
“damn. and here I was losing my mind over the idea of you together with some hot girl you met in class or something” she confessed, still caressing you, running her fingers all over your nude body, as if to make sure you were actually there.
“I mean, I tried, I did, but it just didn´t work at all. guess I prefer them a bit older, more damaged” you grinned and traced the bridge of her nose, “more pathetic, you mean?” she corrected, which made you laugh “exactly, yes”.
you both leaned in for a kiss at the same time, a soft, almost chaste one that contrasted the kisses from before. you kept dragging your lips over her face afterwards, breathing against her skin, her eyes fluttering shut, both of you realizing at the same time how long you´d gone without being held like that, neither of you having let anyone close after the break-up, so you sat there, arms around each other, soaking up the warmth and tenderness, not speaking, not pushing for an explanation, leaving the talk about what it all mean for another time, basking in the glow of being back together without fixating on the future, fully sinking into the present moment.
somehow, the uncertainty added to the thrill, made it even hotter, the feeling of “we shouldn´t be doing all of this, we´re exes”. but you fit together so naturally that you both knew you´d find a way to make it work again. for good.
“okay, come on, let´s get at least a little cleaned up before we fall asleep like this” you said eventually and got down from her, Van following suit and getting up from the bed as she countered “I don´t mind sleeping in filth if it´s yours” which briefly left you speechless, but she meant it, she´d left her sheets unwashed for way too long after you exited her place for the last time, just to have a trace of your scent on the fabric for as long as possible.
she was happy that you were inviting yourself to stay the night, that you didn´t even ask her if it was okay, since she wanted you to take it for granted, the way a girlfriend would.
you took a quick shower together, just a rinse to feel refreshed again, helping each other out, you tying her hair up for her, a mundane thing that she´d missed terribly during your months of separation, the sensation of you gathering her thick hair in a ponytail and securing it more tidily than she ever could.
“oh wow” she mused while probing at the bruises you´d left on her chest and neck when she saw them in the mirror, but you just whispered “you´re welcome”, fully aware that she was only pretending to be scandalized, that she had a thing for being claimed like that by you.
back in her room you told her to drop it when she reached for a clean tank top, demanding her to stay nude on top, which she gladly yielded to, leaving both of you only in your underwear as you got comfortable with the blanket thrown aside, since it was still warm out, even at that late hour.
Van remembered which of her pillows you favored, so she handed it to you and laughed when you said “what, none for me?” when she applied some lip balm; she was glad that you still remembered that little nightly ritual you´d had: her giving you a kiss to share the product. so, she leaned in and did exactly that, rubbing her lips over yours until they also tasted faintly of vanilla, whispering “there you go”.
even though you´d just fucked, she was still reluctant to initate any kind of intimacy, to push her will or do anything that might make you back away again, so you did her a favor and laid your head on her chest, snuggled up to her and smiled to yourself when you heard the breath of relief she let out, as if she´d been silently praying that you´d do just that, her arm snaking around your back, holding you close, despite the temperatures. she would´ve endured heat stroke if it meant having you sleep in her arms again. any day.
Van was quiet when she spoke then “you have no idea how happy I was when you appeared out of nowhere like that. for a second I thought I was losing my mind and hallucinating you…seemed to good to be true.”
you smiled and looked up at her from where you were laying, her fingers on your forehead then, brushing some hair away.
“yeah? well for me it was less romantic than that, I just thought you looked really hot”. she could tell that you were downplaying it, that you shared her sentiment, obviously, still, she went along with the joke and said “hey, whatever it takes to get you back here, fine by me if it´s just you wanting to watch me come like I´ve never had sex before...” her tone laced with a dry kind of self-deprecation that made you laugh, a hint of a smile on her face too when she realized how easy it still was for her to amuse you.
“yeah that part, missed that for sure. and you know. your company too. maybe. a little bit…” your index finger tracing patterns on her arm as you lowered your voice for the last part, focused on the freckles that had multiplied since you’d last seen her, a lovely change, in your eyes.
“well in that case, how about you enjoy some more of my dazzling company over breakfast tomorrow morning, at that cafe by the park, on me” you smiled to yourself when she mentioned the spot you´d always preferred when it came to getting coffee with her, where you had spent countless afternoons sipping drink after drink, studying while she read her book or just watched you work.
“alright, yes, deal.” you mumbled as you grew sleepy, so Van turned off the bedside lamp and told you to get some rest, endeared by your choice of words as you adjusted your position on her and sighed “sleep well, sweet dreams”.
she kept caressing you until you drifted off, a light kiss to your forehead when she saw how peaceful and sweet you looked, already aware that she wouldn’t get much sleep, that she’d watch over you for a while, savor the feeling of your chest rising and falling against hers.
during that first night back together, Van vowed to herself that she´d never make you regret your choice to let her have you again, that she´d treat you so good that you’d come to disagree with the age-old advice:
plot: you visit your hometown for summer break and can’t take your controversially older girlfriend with you, so you have to handle two weeks of being apart from her - one night, a phone call turns heated when you both realize how badly you’re aching for each other’s touch
authors note: someome asked if I could write a phone sex fic for her, which sounded fun to me, so this is what came of that :) I think at this point I’m fully a gf!Van writer lol I hope you enjoy <3 (ca. 5k words)
warnings: smut, dirty talk/phone sex, masturbation, me subtly pushing the “Van is a switch who prefers to bottom” agenda
two weeks isn´t that much time. it´ll fly by. it´ll be fine. I´ll be back with her before I know it.
that´s what you told yourself over and over before you flew home to see your family.
the years before, you´d always stayed at your parent’s place for at least a month each summer - if not two - but things had changed: you had fallen in love during fall the year before and weren´t used to spending more than a few days without her, so, to make the separation less daunting, you decided to make your stay a fourteen day affair, enough to make your family happy, but not too much to start going crazy from the prolonged distance between you and Van.
there was no way in hell you´d have told your parents about her, that you were dating someone who could pass as their sibling, so you just let them believe that your palpable joyful, radiant energy came from a successful year in school, a group of lovely friends, a fulfilling job, instead of a woman who was out there missing their daughter so bad that she thought she might lose her mind.
within a few days of being back home, you and her developed a ritual of talking on the phone late at night, since it felt more intimate than rushed calls during the day while you were both out driving or at a cafe, a pillow talk vibe to your calls during those late hours that lent itself to whispered confessions, muffled laughter, losing track of time til you both had to get some sleep around 1 or 2 am.
that night it was no different.
you´d spent the day at the lake, being social, meeting old friends, so by the time the sun set, you took a long shower, got yourself all nice and fresh, lit a scented candle in your room, opened the windows to hear the faint buzz of the cicadas and tall trees outside, and felt giddy as you called your girl, finally, splayed out over the bed as you pressed your phone to your cheek, leg dangling off the edge, gazing up at the ceiling, already smiling before she even picked up.
you beat her to the first word when the line on the other end opened up and said “heyyy” in a sweet enthusiastic tone.
“hey there” Van responded, her voice all kinds of cracked and raspy, a sound that was deeply familiar to you from when she woke up after a nap, usually a little disoriented and cranky, so you laughed and said “oh, sorry baby, did I wake you up?”, amused when you heard her clearing her throat and trying to pull herself together.
“no no, I mean not really, was just dozing, resting my eyes, as they say” she explained as she sat upright and found a better position. “ah I see, hope you´re not too tired to talk, I´ve been waiting for this all day” you teased, so she insisted “oh no way, I´m wide awake now, trust me sweetie, feel free to chew my ear off. this is just what happens when you´re not here to keep me up til midnight, makes my body realize how old it actually is.”
“well lucky me that I caught you like this, you sound sexy, very dreamy” you cooed into the speaker which made her scoff to mask her bashfulness at the shameless flirting “took you about five seconds to start hitting on me, huh”.
you grinned to yourself and nodded as if she could see “oh I´ll make it one tomorrow, just you wait”, Van got comfortable and felt herself relax, immediately soothed by your way of lovingly messing with her, even while thousands of miles apart, “perfect, looking forward to it”.
“so” she said, as if she was just then coming to her senses, louder and clearer than before, “how are you holding up over there? anything juicy to tell me about today?”.
you thought for a second and absentmindedly stroked one of your pillows before you said “not really, no, I will have some juicy drama to tell you about if I ever slip up and mention you though, so who knows”.
“oh, that would turn into a lovely little family affair if you dropped that during dinner, I can imagine, yeah. have you gotten close?” she was genuinely curious, Van was nosy at heart and it killed her that she couldn´t observe it, how you looked and behaved when you were blatantly lying to your parents faces about being single, whether there were little giveaways or if you were truly just a stone cold liar, unlike her, who would´ve accdientally blurted it all out day one if she was in your spot.
“nope, it´s not that hard to hide our relationship, you know, I can tell them stories about things we did, trips we took together, all that, because I just refer to you as a friend, age you down a bit, easy” you told her, phrasing it that way on purpose to tickle her, which worked, a faux-offended gasp on her end of the line before she answered “oh wow.. I´ve been demoted to the friend status, ouch”.
“but isn´t that kinda hot though? being my secret, hm?” you whispered, lascivious and dramatic the way you delivered those words, trying to get under her skin, which wasn´t entirely unsuccessful, Van joked in return and said “your secret? how scandalous” her voice lowered too, matching your energy, which made you miss the banter you two always shared, the casual back and forth during your days together, the little stolen moments where you were both trying your best to make each other laugh or roll your eyes or both.
“very, we´re doing something so fucked up here, baby, depraved really, perverted” you told her, playing it up, turning yourself on a bit by phrasing it that way, thinking of your dynamic as more forbidden than it actually was, which didn´t escape her, so she interrupted your thought and said “oh yeah, our take out and move nights would have people clutching their pearls, I´m sure”.
you weren´t gonna let up, you were in a mood, which made you wanna push her buttons a bit, - perhaps the fact that you were ovulating didn´t help - so you said “well… if I went into detail about how I´ve had my way with you on the couch you´re sitting on right now, then yeah, they probably would”
Van went quiet for a moment. you hit a nerve. got the upper hand with that one. your words forced some memories back into her mind that made her shiver: vivid flashes of being ruined by you, her hand resting right where she´d once held on for dear life while you´d fingered her within and inch of her life while sucking on her tits to a point of having her beg for mercy. she crossed her legs out of instinct and sighed “damn you´re in heat, huh?”.
“yes, yes I am” you admitted, unwilling to sugar-coat how horny five days of no touching whatosever had left you, after weeks and weeks of being used to having access to her all the time.
“so, tell me… what are you wearing right now?” you asked her, which got a laugh of surprise out of her that made you heart melt, a high-pitched sound that made her sound like she was your age.
“oh it´s so fucking sexy, brace yourself” she said, so you smiled and told her “yeah go on”.
“my big white t-shirt that has a hole at the sleeve and my gray sweatpants. try not to moan too loudly imagining that” she uttered, which did give you an image that was enticing because you could easily picture the rest: her hair effortlessly messy from the humidity of the shower, falling down her shoulders in pretty waves, her face bare and rosy-cheeked, her lips glistening with that vanilla coconut balm she used, the taste of home, of soft kisses before bed, her body at ease in those wide clothes.
“no bra, right?” you inquired, already knowing the obvious answer, but leaning into the sex-hotline voice you´d been trying on for the past minutes, which was getting to her more than she cared to admit, so she scoffed “yeah that´s right, you perv.” eliciting a laugh from you too that made you break character and fear that your parents might´ve been woken up by it, a grin of success on her face when she heard it.
“fuck I wish I was there..” you groaned, theatrically rolling over on the bed and flinging your free arm out like a lovestruck teenager in a 90s romcom.
“I wanna feel you up soo bad. bet you´re so warm and soft right now” you whined to her, which made her admit to the same feeling “hm, wish you were here too. I miss how handsy you get, feels wrong not to be groped out of nowhere all day. also, your turn, what are you sporting for the night” she asked, taking the lead.
“well it´s hot as hell here, even at night, so just a thin tank and cotton panties” you told her and caressed your own bare thigh the way she might´ve if she was there in that moment.
she gave a low whistle, which made you shush her “shut up” as your face heated up from the feeling of being cat-called by her, as if she wasn´t your girlfriend, as if she was a hot stranger coming onto you.
“next time just lie and say you´re in the nude, for my sake” she added, twirling her hair while picturing you like that, naked on top of your childhood bed, glistening from your freshly applied lotion, a glow of sweat and too much sun all over your skin, a sharp hit of desire to her body when she imagined the space where your thighs would part, where she might crawl up on that bed and push her face between your legs, feel and taste and please you. god. she missed you.
“will do” you said and heard the labored breath on the end of the line, so you took the chance and set your mind on riling her up as much as possible while not being in the same room as her. challenge accepted.
“you know…” you said, which made her snap out of her fantasies, “yeah?”.
“I´ve been fantasizing about you” you said, matter-of-factly, as if it was just an afterthought, trying to reel her in, peek her interest.
“go on…” she said, barely hiding her pressing need to hear more.
“been dreaming of what I´ll do to you once I´m back home.” you went on, your voice silky smooth, buttering her up.
“oh, is that so?” she said, trying her best not to give away how much she loved hearing you talk like that, her tone huskier than before, that low, achingly attractive sound you´d come to crave during the day while waiting to speak to her later on.
“hmmm…been getting a bit too worked up actually, it´s intense. can´t help it though, I´m not used to being away from you for so long, my body is in withdrawal.”
“hm, poor thing” she cooed, deeply pleased by your open admission, so you feigned offense and said “oh wow, thanks for the concern”, which made her smile, the expression audible when she said “oh come on, you know it´s no different for me! I just don´t do anything about it and stoically suffer through it, unlike you”.
you gasped a little “what´s that supposed to mean? you think I´ve been jerking off a bunch?”.
Van had a thing for getting a rise out of you, it wasn´t a secret, so she continued the thought “I know for a fact that you have, you´re a bit more… how shall I put this. efficient? in that regard. I mean it as a compliment, it´s hot”.
she wasn´t wrong, you were defintiely more active than her when it came to masturbation, which had lead to a few moments of her asking to watch, or even walking in on you because you´d purposely left the door cracked before getting yourself off.
“well, you do know me, yeah, I´ve been trying to help myself, more or less successfully…”.
you'd definitely had one or two experiences the days before where you´d thought of her with your hand between your legs, or a vibrator pressed against yourself, giving up mid-session when you could already tell that the orgasm would only leave you disappointed and wanting more.
“send a video next time.” Van said, dead-pan, a dry delivery that somehow sounded hotter than if she´d said it playfully, like it was a demand almost.
“uh, I´m not filming a sex tape in my childhood bedroom, thank you very much” you joked, which didn´t deter her, she just said “go to the bathroom then. or the guest room, or basement, I´m not picky.” you couldn´t tell if she was joking. she coulnd´t either.
“nope, no way, I want you to reallyyyy miss me by the time I get back, so I´m not sending you anything, not even clothed.”
“so cruel” she uttered, “hmm” you agreed, a moment of silence before she felt the boldness get a hold of her again.
“well, I don´t even need visuals, just tell me about it, give me something baby, please, look at it as charity for the elderly.” that made you laugh and give in, you told her “alright, alright, let´s see” while thinking of something to say that would get her hot and bothered.
“well… when I touch myself I don´t think of memories with you, but all the things I wanna do to you when I see you again.” she made a pleased “hmm” sound, urging you to elaborate.
“the moment I´m back, I´m eating you out til you´ve drenched my face and the sheets. won´t stop til you´re shaking and crying.”
in that moment, you won, big time. you understood her to her core. her one big weakness, always, was being aggressivley pursued, so the second you stopped talking and the words settled in her mind and then in her body, her soul, she let out an almost pained “jesus christ…” a pang of need at her core then, heating pooling at her lower stomach, her face suddenly pink.
you didn´t waste any time and kept going “hmm, gonna get my fill of you, gonna make you come over and over and over, won´t let you sleep. you´re so sensitive, it´s fucking addictive, you know that? I bet you´d come just from having me grind down against your through my clothes right now, hm?”. you were hitting her in all of her weak spots, as if it was nothing, proving your power over her in a way that made her body burn up.
Van´s breathing was heavy by then, her tone quiet and strained by lust as she tried her best to speak “yeah… yeah probably.. wouldn´t take much at all.. fuck go on please, what else are you gonna do.” you had her right where you wanted her. she was turning needy, desperate, weak, just how you remembered from all those times you´d come onto her before.
“gonna kiss you and bite you and lick you all over” you were getting aroused from our own words then, so you shifted on the bed and sounded breathy and worked up as well “gonna grab you all over, rub up against you all eager and starved, gonna have you ride my fingers until you´ve drenched them.. my face too.. gonna ruin you, just the way you need, I promise baby” you told her, half speaking, half moaning the words.
“god you´re in heat…” Van groaned, turned on to no end form all the images you were conjuring up in her mind, her neck tingling where she imagined your kisses, her tits aching where she imagined your fingers digging in, her cunt throbbing where she imagined your mouth, your tongue, a strap.
“fuck I wish you were here right now, I wanna hear you whining and begging for me so bad” you confessed, your top clinging to your skin where you were getting damp from violent desire.
“fuck you´re killing me here, you know that” Van cursed into the speaker, so you begged “please touch yourself, please, tell me how wet you are… you´re soaked already, right?”.
Van did as you told her to and pushed her hand down her pants, no underwear in the way to keep her from immediately slipping her fingers over her slick folds, between her lips, collecting the arousal, lazily, but eagerly.
she let out a whimper that nearly made you choke on your own spit, so you pressed your face against your phone as close as possible and said “oh god, yeah, keep going please, do it the way I would, rub your clit nice and slow, tease yourself the way I would if I was there, do it like me”.
that instruction nearly did her in. she remembered your fingertips, the motions that always teased wild moans out of her, she imitated them and felt herself growing wetter by the second, so she moaned “fuck baby..” and kept going, legs wider apart then, her breaths and sounds pleasure driving you insane over the phone, your own body twitching with unreleased tension then as you could see it all so well in your mind, Van pressed back against the couch cushions with her hands down her pants, red splotches blooming all over her pretty pale neck the way they did over her whole body during sex.
“feels good right, to do it slow, to ache for more?” you asked, greedy for her whined words, so she said “god…yes” barely coherent, “go a bit faster now, give yourself some more” you told her and heard the result, a sharp cry as she started jerking herself off harder.
“baby.. I wish I could watch you do that right now and then have you rub your pussy all over mine, feel how wet we both are til were shaking and sweating” the words tumbled out without a filter then, you werent thinking, just spilling your thoughts, so she moaned “fucking hell” while trying to get off, you knew she needed more, it was the moment where you´d switch strategies, so you told her “put your fingers in, please”.
Van inched two of her fingers into her aching, soaked cunt and winced a little before it started to feel good, pushing herself in knuckle deep then, telling herself that they were your fingers, gripping the pillow next to her to hold on as she whined and started curling her fingers up.
“Jesus I can hear how wet you are…” you moaned, almost dying then from the sound of her fucking herself like that, faint squelching sounds reaching your ear that made you jealous beyond belief, aching for the feel of her pussy streched around your fingers, desperate to have her rock her hips down to hump your palm.
without any hesitation you pushed your hand into your panties and started jerking off too, imagining that it was her you were jerking off, her juices, her folds, her clit, her cunt you were feeling slick and pulsating against your hand, mirroring what she was doing and pushing two of your fingers in, fast, no resistance at all, your arousal from before intense enough to leave you wet to a degeee where you could’ve taken a pretty big toy without any pain, suddenly wishing she was there to fuck you, to fill you, take you.
she heard what you were doing and kept moving her fingers in and out of herself, switching to a slower pace to draw it out, to play with herself the way you would.
“I miss how you fuck me, wish you were here kissing my neck while doing this, fuck” she whimpered and lost her composure as you couldn´t keep lying on your back and got up to straddle your hand and ride your own fingers, one hand holding the phone to your ear as the other was being soaked, your hips rocking back and forth, a whiny maon escaping you as you tried to find the best angle.
“baby I miss you so much” you whined, needy and emotional then on top of being painfully horny, “miss you too god” she groaned in response, “I´m drenched just from listening to you, I´m so fucking wet” you whined to her, which gave Van a final blow to her sanity that made her twist and turn on the couch while adding a third finger to really satisfy her craving, to overwhelm herself the way you might, to come as hard as she was dying to.
“let me hear you please put your mouth right at the speaker” she begged, “you too” you demanded, so you both moved your phones right over your lips as you chased your shared climax and touched yourselves, fucked your own fingers, reached a point of pre-orgasm neediness that made her moan “fuck I´m so close, I´m gonna come” so you pleaded “just a bit more, wait for me, wanna come with you” so she held out as you fell onto your back again and shoved your fingers in as deep as possible, trying not to be too loud, hitting your weak spot over and over until your started clenching around your fingers and whined “I´m coming baby, come with me” which was all it took for her to let go and let the orgasm rip through her so hard she wasn´t sure if she´d squirted or if she had just gotten that wet, riding the high out while you did the same, breathless whimpers and moans echoing back and forth between your ears, until you both went slack, let out a shuddering deep breath at the same time, and felt a dazed, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your mouths, your eyes still shut, your bodies sticky with sweat, your legs trembling, your arms cramped up from the holding of the phones and the fucking, a moment of peaceful, charged silence before you came to again.
“well.” Van said. “gotta go wash my hand now..” but before she could get up you said “no no wait!” which made her pause and say “huh?”, still reeling, a bit out of it.
“lick it off… it´s what I would do. do it how I would” you told her, which made her laugh in a way that gave away how winded she still was, “jesus youre greedy tonight” she teased and held her hand up before her face, fingers glistening in the dim light.
“I know you taste good, so. do it for me, please baby” you said, vocally batting your eyelashes at her, so she caved and said “alright” and licked most of the cum off her fingers, imagining it was your cum instead, which made her do it more thoroughly, the sloppy sounds pretty audible to you, so you sighed “hmm” in approval.
“you got me good baby. real good. fuck” she sighed and shook her head with a dazed, pleased expression while feeling a few last aftershocks tingling all over her body.
“feels better, doesn´t it? when you let it out?” you said, feeling a cool night breeze come in through the window then and caress your limp, warm body.
“yeah I needed that…I´m lucky you´re not as repressed as I am, really helps me out here” she said, only half joking, since she did thank her lucky stars that you weren´t shy and pushed her to yield to her desires in a way she never would´ve with someone else.
“my pleasure” you whispered into your phone and took a sip of the water from your nightstand. just as you wanted to lay down again, you heard a scratching sound at the door and said “fuck, wait that´s the cat, she won´t give up til I open the door, give me a second” you told her and stood up to go let your little guest in.
Van laughed and said “sweet” as you ushered your childhood cat in, “yeah, she´s an old lady now, gotta help her onto the bed, she can´t jump that high anymore” you announced before you let out a groan from lifting her onto the bed and watched her suss out a good spot to lay down as you did the same.
“well, lucky for her, you loveee having old ladies in your bed” Van said, clearly very pleased with herself for how fast she came up with that out-of-pocket response, a scandalized gasp on your end that made her feel very smug before you chided her “you´re disgusting”, secretly approving of her remark of course.
“here, say hi to my strange girlfriend” you told your cat and held the phone out and to your surprise she actually let out a gentle meow, so Van cooed “ohh that´s adorable. damn I wish I was there to see.. are you petting her? I think I can hear the purring”.
“yeah, she´s getting all the caresses and kisses I can´t give you right now” you answered, smooth enough to make her feel a bit flustered then. “lucky girl” Van mused, endeared by the mental image of you half undressed lounging on a bed with a little creature snuggled up to you.
“but uh-” you said a moment after, trying to be earnest, to say something straight from the heart, so she didn´t interrupt you and gave you the time you needed to gather your thoughts, sensing your shift in tone. “I do miss you a lot. just so you know. like a lot, a lot. especially at night, this bed feels way too big, I don´t even want all this space for myself. ugh. I miss sleeping on your chest.”
she was quiet for a second because she was too busy feeling her heart melt to respond immediately. “yeah I miss you too. not to make it a competition but I think you´re more miss-able than me, so I have it worse. I keep reaching over at night to put my arm over you, I miss the sounds you make when you nuzzle up to me.”
“you know, it´s kinda wild…” you trailed off.
“hm, what?” she asked, speaking softly.
“I used to spend some pretty horrible nights in this exact spot when I was younger, so I kinda wish I could go back in time to tell myself how lovely things are gonna get down the line. I wasn´t very good at being hopeful back then, so. yeah.”
“aw baby…” she said, clearly affected by it, “breaking my heart here. I can´t take that image of you all upset and alone like that… now I wish I could go back in time too, to help you, or you know, hold you.”
you smiled fondly “of course you´d say that instead of thinking of yourself when you were younger, with way worse circumstances than mine. I love you.”
Van was selfless in love, devoted, loyal to a fault, you knew this, of course you did, but in that moment you were reminded of it in a way that made you tear up, which she heard, so she uttered “you´re making me choke up here, fuck. I love you too, so much.”
she shed a few tears, so did you, perhaps a little raw from the intense release a few minutes earlier, which ended in you eventually laughing, a sniffling sound before you said “sorry for getting all sappy on you, I mean it though, I´m so glad I ended up with you.”
“oh don´t be sorry” she said and wiped the corner of her eyes “happy tears are good, didn´t shed many of those before we met. so yeah. I´m glad too. that´s an understatement, but you get it.”
“I don´t wanna hang up yet…” you sighed, which was a shard sentiment, so she said “sure let´s just stay like this for a moment, we don´t have to talk, we could just lay together for a bit, relax”.
“okay yeah” you agreed, pleased by the idea of just hearing each other breathe.
“let me go to bed real quick, get comfortable” Van said and got up from the couch, which made her groan after having sat in one spot for so long, which made you laugh a little too loudly, so she exclaimed “oh, I`m glad my sounds of agony do it for you, really”.
“oh yeah, always” you whispered and got up from your spot as well “gonna go brush my teeth, I´ll be back in like two minutes” you told her and put your phone down on your blanket before rushing to your bathroom sink.
within no time, you were back, half under the covers, and said “okay, I´m back. my cat is curled up right by my head now by the way”.
Van was laying on her side by then and smiled “she smells good I bet, cats always smell like sweet dust or something”.
“wish you could meet her” you mused while stroking the soft fur, “she´d like you, she´s always been like her mom, prefers the ladies”. Van laughed “ah, a clever one then”.
“maybe I´ll sneak you in here one day, who knows” you whispered, a hint of mischief to your tone.
“oh sure, just have me stay in some nearby hotel like I´m your mistress that you can only invite over when the wife and kids are gone” she joked. “such a storyteller, huh” you teased “go on, flesh that fantasy out for me, will you” you told her, so she indulged you and spun a little tale about her being your side piece in some alternative universe.
by the time it reached 1 am, you both started slurring your words and felt your eyes get heavy, so eventually you said good night and hung up, both of you falling into a heavy, deeply relaxed sleep afterwards, sinking into a world of dreams that were just as soft and soothing and pleasurable as your phone call.
the next morning, you woke up to a notification that Van had just transferred fifteen dollars to your account with an attached message that said “buy that book you told me about a few days ago, gotta have something to talk about later :)” , so you sent her a few sparkling pink hearts in response before you got up and realized that spending some time apart wasn´t all that bad after all, since it brought out new ways to get close to each other, to be sweet and attentive, even while you were separated by multiple state lines, proof that no amount of distance could keep you apart, ever.
i just finished reading a warm kind of loved and realized i absolutely need phone sex fic with van that would actually change me 🫠🫠🫠
funny enough I’ve actually written a phone sex fic for her before and did enjoy it, it was a taivan one but I’m sure I could do it for an x reader thing as well! I haven’t been feeling that inspired lately tbh but I might just try this idea out in the coming week to see if it can get me back into writing for her :) I’ll let you know if anything comes of it 🤞🏻
no I’m not, I did really enjoy s1 when it aired! but I didn’t feel compelled by the s2 trailer and from what I’ve gathered about it so far I think I was right to assume it wouldn’t really be my thing - I assume you’re asking bc I used to write for Tess, right? they did do me a huge favor by casting Anna Torv back then bc my thing for her made me write a few long fics that I have fond memories about, so yeah I might’ve checked out of the show but I am still happy whenever people interact with those fics <3
Hi, this is such a random question but would you ever do another teen van and second of all I also loved your writing please keep it up 
thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy my work 💘 and as of now I don’t think I’ll be writing for teen Van again any time soon (love her/Liv though, of course) - I just don’t feel a creative spark there and funny enough my most popular post on here by far is actually a teen Nat one, even though I’m known as an adult Van writer, so if I did decide to write more for one of the teens, it would be her I think :)
i’m so obsessed w “melting the ice” would you ever consider doing a part 2? 🫶
oh thank you !! <3 I hardly ever read my own work after it’s done but I did randomly revisit that one a few weeks ago and was really happy with it, so I’m glad it’s a fav for you 🫶🏻 it’s been a while now since I wrote it but I am open to trying my hand at a part 2 sometime :) can’t say for sure, but I’ll add the idea to my list!
living with your girlfriend means that sometimes you cannot bring yourself to leave her side, even when you should - one morning her attempt at getting you to leave for class fails miserably the second you work your charm on her, so you start your day the way you’d usually end a night
authors note: I really enjoyed writing the last fic that was heavier on the smut than usual while still being romantic, so this is a similar one! it’s a pretty even mix of erotic and sweet, around 9k, hope you enjoy <3!
warnings: smut (reader receiving)
you and Van had fallen in love during the early months of the year. neither of you had expected much when you met up for your first date on one of the grayest, coldest days in January, and yet, you ended that night flushed and glowing as if it was the height of summer.
there´s love at first sight, but for you two it had been need at first touch, your body like melting butter when she hugged you hello during your initial date, as if she´d been sent to put you at ease and burn you up at the same time, no couple in that restaurant seeming like a better fit than you two, even though you were still strangers.
everything after that fever dream of a first night together unfolded so easily and naturally that neither of you could believe it at times, every following date turning out longer than the one before, you spending entire weekends at her place very shortly after you first slept over, hiding from the remaining harsh winter days under her roof, in her arms, under her covers, until you were so accustomed to the comfort of each other´s presence that she asked you to move in with her.
you picked spring break as the ideal time and those first few weeks of fully living with her were a honeymoon period for you both - you loved the freedom of spending all day with her, reading on the couch as she worked downstairs, bothering her every now and then, spending some time out and about on your own until you picked her up to go out for dinner and drinks.
Van had enjoyed every little aspect of moving you in, so even just the sight of your shampoo and conditioner bottles in her shower was enough to make her feel giddy whenever she stood under the hot water.
once your classes started again in late spring, it was an adjustment, since it meant that you would have to leave the comfort of her bed much earlier than you what you were used to by that point. you particularly dreaded the two days each week where you had to go to 9am classes, because you knew she didn´t have to get up as early as you and that you´d get more lazy morning intimacy if your classes just started later. it was a luxurious problem to have, but still, you hated those mornings where your alarm interrupted your precious time of dozing on her chest.
that morning, it was no different.
you were laying there at 8:30 am, clad in your underwear, legs dangling off the edge of the bed as you looked up at the ceiling, unwilling to continue your getting-ready process, to leave the apartment, to put more than one wall of distance between you and your love.
the night before had been a rough one for you. the entire day had left you feeling horrible, a mix of general stress about impending deadlines and projects, being overworked, and having one too many interactions that felt dismissive and brash that made you feel fragile and at risk of unravelling once you came back home to her, which made Van´s protective nature take over as soon as she held you and let you cry to her.
she´d soothed you all the way through it until your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, brought you water and tissues, kissed the remaining tears away, took you to the bathroom to give your worn out body a bath. she´d joined you in the tub to massage your tension away, which worked wonders, relaxed you to a degree that made it possible to laugh again as you snuggled to her, so dazed by the hot steam and tenderness that you fell asleep within minutes, mumbling to her how good she was to you.
Van stayed awake for a while longer to watch over you, to trace patterns on your back as you let out little sighs of contentment, kissing the top of your before she drifted off as well.
with all that fresh on your mind the next morning, it was only natural that you hated the idea of leaving her so soon again, after waking up feeling so refreshed and at peace with an urgent sense of affection for her.
your spirit was stubbornly telling you to stay close to her, since even just two hours of being separated seeming like torture to you in that state. something about her way of tending to you and lulling you to sleep also had its own sexiness, in the moment you hadn´t been turned on by it, but the memory of her calming deep voice in the middle of your breakdown came back to you right then and left you feeling hot and bothered, wishing she was there next to you, and as if she´d been called over by your thoughts, you heard a knock on the door.
Van had grown suspicious of how long you were taking in there, so she stood in the threshold and smiled to herself when she saw what was going on. “uh, I think you forgot some steps there while getting dressed, sweetie” she said, “I mean, unless youre trying to find new ways to up your grade”.
“ugh” you let you a long-suffering sigh and closed your eyes for a second. “what´s wrong hm?” Van cooed, not actually concerned, amused by your theatrics, endeared by the petulant energy. “I just really don´t wanna go right now” you admitted. “well, as much as I am enjoying this view” she told you, gesturing at your bare limbs, “you´re gonna be late, baby, come on. it´s just til noon, you can do it, I believe in you”.
she was clearly teasing you with the over-the-top motivational tone, so propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at her in a vaguely defiant manner, which melted away the moment you registered how hot she looked: she was dressed in a tight black long sleeve shirt, her hair was freshly washed from the night before so it looked silky and smooth, her cheeks were still rosy from the cold water she´d splashed on it, her jeans hugged her legs just right, and to top it all of she was cocking her head with that smug grin of hers that always got under your skin, clearly enjoying the sudden attention, one hand in her back pocket, holding eye-contact, waiting for you to speak.
you evaded the topic at hand and beckoned her closer instead, waving her over, telling her “come here” in a tone that sounded more stern that you intended, which did not leave her cold, but she shook her head, trying to resist you, almost gripping the door frame to keep herself from obeying.
“no, uh-uh, I know what you´re doing, give me those eyes again later when we have the time”. you knew she was easy to persuade, even when she put up a tough front, so you softened your demeanor and said “please. just a two minutes, pleaseee, I just wanna give you some love before I got, that´s all.” you were lying, clearly, so you batted your eyelashes, crossed your legs in a girlish manner and hoped for the best as she let out a scoff of disbelief before you saw it: the change in her eyes. the familiar look of hunger replacing her neutral expression, a few more seconds before she gave up and stepped closer, uttering “you´re fucking relentless”.
as soon as Van was close enough to the bed, you grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, a gasp of surprise from her as you rolled her onto her side and got half on top of her, your underwear too thin to keep a sharp throb from hitting your core as her thigh got wedged between your legs. you were growing needy beyond belief but you held back and didn´t devour her immediately, giving her a soft lingering kiss at first, drawing it out until you smiled down at her and said “hey”, since you were getting the first close look at her face that day. you stared into her eyes as she mocked you a bit by raising her pitch as she echoed it right back to you, almost embarrassed by how easily she always folded for you, even just from one kiss, one look, one word.
before she could say anything else or stop you from going further, you leaned down to kiss her cheek a few times, savoring the softness, once, twice, three times, kissing her face all over until she squeezed your sides and said “time´s running out, you´ll have to hurry to make it”.
her hands wandered down to your lower back, which was the exact wrong move if she actually wanted you to listen: a rush of desire spread through you, your body suddenly aching to feel her all over, to yield to her, to have her palms bless every inch of you with their devoted touch.
“I wanna stay so bad..” you mused as you wrapped a strand of her hair around your finger and held her gaze, watched her grow even more helpless against your charm. “I´ve only skipped this class once up until now, so I don´t see the issue really” you sighed, which made her raise her eyebrows up at you “really? that´s the best argument you could come up with?”. she kept caressing your back, which only riled you up more, so you stopped the coy act and became more shameless with it “well it doesn´t have to be a good one” you leaned in and dropped your voice to a whisper then, your hands on either side of her face, tilting her head to the side a bit, your breath tickling her ear “because I know you won´t push me to leave”.
you were done with restraint then, you wanted your girl and you wanted her bad, so you groped her chest, caused a groan, toyed with the hem of her shirt, made a shiver run through her, ran your thumb along her jawline, her voice strained from your seduction as she tried to seem offended “oh you know, do you now?”, no point in fighting it, her walls already torn down, yet again.
“yeah…” you uttered as you were hit by a wave of her freshly applied perfume: musk. citrus. cedar wood. lactonic notes. a sensual siren call that made you kiss her neck without warning, feverishly, her weak spot, so she warned “woah easy there” but you kept going, pinned her arms down by her side, no escape as your lips trailed all over her pulse-point, below her jaw, sucked on the sensitive spots eagerly enough to leave her pale skin shades of pink and red, her whole upper body flushing as her broken up laughs turned into sighs into moans, your helpless lover squirming in your grasp as your hips instinctively jerked up against her thigh, the sight of you on top of her like that resembling a like a feeding vampire as Van surrendered to her fate and swallowed some of her more pathetic sounds.
the second you pulled away, Van took the chance to gain the upper hand and pushed you onto your back, grabbed your face and kissed your deeply, with tongue, slow, nasty, the kind of kiss that instantly made your eyes flutter shut as you mirrored her movements and held onto her neck, sucked on her bottom lip, got sloppy with it, both of you lost in each other then, going in for more and more, making out until you had to come up for air, your labored breaths filling the otherwise silent room.
Van used her position to her advantage and moved her hand down between your legs, trying to tease you, but no teasing was needed because you were already soaked, which she felt the moment her fingers slid down the front of your panties. “oh…” she groaned, pausing for a second from the shock of how little it always took for you to be ready for more, her fingertips sliding over your cunt as you whimpered “yeah.. woke up needing you..” staring up at her with half-lidded eyes as she rubbed all over your outside area, only parted you a little, to keep you in that state of desperation as she breathed against your open mouth “hmm, I can tell”. “touched myself before you came in, but it didn´t help, only made me want you more, I need you so bad baby please.. help me”.
the last two words did her in for good, the way you sounded, so helpless and fragile, uttering that plea, she´d have denied you no wish in that moment. Van always loved feeling like she was alleviating you from an ache during sex, like it was a form of relief, she adored it whenever you went slack and pliant and let her take care of your needs, she could never get enough of pleasing you whenever you were horribly horny, to a degree that seemed to hurt you, that only she could tend to, and you gladly played it out against her whenever you wanted her to give in, fully, even when her mind was telling her “you´re helping her skip class, make her leave”. there was no way she´d have let you go after that moment.
“okay, okay you win, you fucking win, lay back for me, god” she ordered as she got up. you grinned as you watched her and felt your cheeks burn when she lifted her hand to lick your mess off, as if it was ice cream, not even thinking twice.
Van tore her shirt off and tossed it to the side, already too hot to keep it on, revealing a thin white tank that left nothing to the imagination, her tits fully visible through it, her hair even prettier now that it was a bit wild and disheveled, her jeans quickly discarded too, which gave you a perfect view of her midriff where her boxers had slid down a bit, your mouth aching with the need to taste that sliver of skin again, but it was her turn to get her fill.
it was one of the first things that had driven you crazy when you´d first gone to bed with her, the fact this woman who´d seemed like a shy teenager when you touched her hand over the dinner table, could switch up in an instant when it was her turn to please you, her physicality almost animal-like whenever she got ready to have you, no different in that moment as she pushed you up on the bed to have enough space to take her place, to kneel between your legs, where she belonged.
Van was deeply flushed as she lifted your right leg and started kissing it all the way up, from your ankle, to your calve, up to the side of your knee, wet, heartfelt kisses, worshipful the way she held onto you and covered every inch of your inner thigh in love-bites, blissed out, nearly sick with the need to eat you up, every last bit of you.
you parted your legs even wider to give her all the access she craved, which made her move up to bury her face in your ruined underwear, to soak up the feeling, the scent and know “this is my doing”, a brief second of her being perverse and leaving her nose pressed against the center of you, before she pulled the panties down and saw you lose your bra on your own account, eager to be exposed to her, fully.
seeing you entirely nude was something that never failed to mesmerize her, she took a moment to look up and drink in the sight of you laying there all vulnerable and beautiful, she reached up and placed her hands over your tits, squeezed just enough to hear a moan while she uttered “my angel…”, reverent, deeply serious about it, eyes full of gentle wonder.
she kissed your stomach while moving her hands down to your sides, holding you, humming as her lips ghosted all the way down from the space between your breasts to your abdomen, humming in pleasure as you watched her and scratched her back through the fabric of her top, pushed her hair back for her, out of her face and over her shoulders, a point of obsession to you, the flashes of that color you always got while you were having sex, like strawberries on fire. you let out a “hmm” of appreciation with each press of her lips against your skin and laid back once she reached the spot where you needed her, bracing yourself for it, a sharp breath in once she licked over you, just a taste, then another, gripping your thighs firmly as she worked you up from the outside, before she couldn´t hold back anymore and pushed her tongue between your folds, starving, an instant shudder through your whole body from the way she slowly moved her tongue all the way up and down, your head falling back, your eyes shut, a whined “yes…” pushing her to go harder.
even when she didn´t initiate, Van always seemed like she´d been dying to taste you, never once did you have to question whether she was into it, quite the opposite, sometimes having to tap out when she went at it for so long that you couldn´t handle it without a break.
right then, you would´ve let her push you past any limit, the intense throbbing sensation both punishing and heavenly as her tongue deepened it, Van doing her very best to push it further and further until it would break you apart and give way to the release you were begging her for.
you pressed her head down against yourself, keeping your hands on her and rocking your hips up to meet her mouth as she licked up your juices and spread them all over your cunt with slow intense strokes, messy and self-indulgent, letting you swell and swell with blood until you were a whimpering mess and she finally pushed her tongue deeper inside, a thick warm arousal spreading from your core to your stomach to your chest, rapid waves of it, a sound from you with each move. you shamelessly grinded yourself up against her tongue, looked down to watch how her mouth was attached to you, how pretty she looked getting used like that, your cunt so sensitive by that point that you sounded pained once she started putting focused pressure on your clit, curses falling from your lips, a cried “fuck unghh” echoing through the room as you felt her reaching for your hands to hold them down against the mattress, your fingers intertwined then, her knuckles white from how hard you were squeezing them to hold on, a romance to it all that only turned you on even more, dripping all over her lower face by that point, her mind spinning from the feeling of having her girls hands cling to her for dear life like that, drunk on your taste, lapping it all up, until she pulled away, panting, to quickly free one hand - without hesitation, she switched to a rubbing motion with four of her fingers pressed down flat over your cunt, feeling you pulsate against her hand as she teased you, jerked you off, the new sensation fucking with you in that state of near-climax, heavily, your head falling back as she watched you take it all, without closing your legs, never denying her access, even when you were scared you´d come too soon.
“you drive me fucking insane you know that” she sighed, her voice all husky, jerking you off in tortorous circling motions then as you only nodded and arched your back a bit, way beyond words, surrendered - she took it further, let her spit drool onto your cunt, mixed your fluids together, and that added moisture made you see stars then. “oh god that feels so good…” you moaned as she played with you, created filthy wet sounds with each move of her fingers over the mess you were both making.
“more..” you told her and Van was too turned on to make you beg or too playfully call you greedy, she did what was asked of her immediately, didn´t make you wait, deliberately dragged two of her fingers down to your entrance and pushed them in, her eyes fixed on your puffy, slick lips, the visual of a pulsating flower of flesh, addicted to the view of being swallowed up bit by bit, until she was knuckle deep and heard you whimper in both relief and ecstasy.
she couldn´t tear her eyes away as she hit the right spot and thrust in and out of you, your cum coating her skin, abundantly, your flesh stretched around her just how she needed it, so hot and velvety, so beautiful as you laid there spread open for her, her mouth watering until she had to give in again and moved her tongue back to your clit, circling it, sucking on it as her free hand kept your leg pressed up and to the side for full access, her fingers and mouth working you so fucking good you thought you might just ruin the sheets, your chest rising and falling rapidly, one hand over your mouth to bite down and swallow the pathetic moans she was forcing out of you.
as she kept eating you out with abandon while pushing her fingers in as deeply as possible, her palm hitting your cunt, it felt like the first time, like you´d been reborn that morning and got to have that feeling again of when you´d first fucked, as if it was all new to you and not something she´d done to you over and over - you felt a rush of love from the feel and sight of her between your legs like that, like you were losing your virginity to her right then, a revelatory feel to her every touch - you were warm to your core, so warm, tingling, drenched, invoking the image of honey as you dripped all over her tongue and hand, your fingers laced through her hair, tugging lightly, your moans more and more high-pitched and helpless by the second. you couldn´t hold out for much longer, so you whined “I´m so close, don´t stop”, which made her give you a final few hard pushes up against your weak spot to have you come undone, which was all it took, your whole body shuddering as the orgasm hit you, hard, clenching around her fingers and biting your lip so hard you almost drew blood as she kept going, not letting up yet, the release so intense you blacked out and just let it wash over you, breathless, shaking, all hers.
in the aftermath, she gave you a moment to just lay there, meanwhile caressing your sides and leaving a trail of her spit and your cum on your inner thigh from the way she lovingly dragged her mouth over it, nuzzling her face up against you, submissive even when she´d just gotten done wrecking you.
as soon as the aftershocks lessened a bit, you needed her close again, so you shakily got up to kneel on the sheets and told her to come up and do the same, which ended in you facing each other, her steadying you as you wrapped your arms around her neck, kissed her, tasted yourself, thoroughly, drawing the kisses out as long as possible, sighing into her mouth “I love you so much, I love you, love you..” repeating it like a prayer, still frantic with need, her face all flushed as she whispered it back and kissed your shoulder.
you wanted her chest to to chest, so you pulled off her top and briefly leaned down, hugged her waist to hold on, and licked over her left breast, near her heart, hardened her nipple with a few flicks of your tongue before sucking on it, hard enough to make her wince, soft enough to make her moan, the romantic nature of that sex act always leaving her drenched within seconds, her hands in your hair, cradling your head as you switched over to the other side and littered her upper body in splotches of red, her moans so undignified that eavesdroppers would´ve been convinced you were three fingers deep inside of her. she almost orgasmed from it when you pulled away swollen-lipped and so docile, so sweet, her hands on your face, her mouth hanging open, no thoughts in her head except the image of you like a baby, her baby, attached to her, feeding on her taste.
you both ended up on your sides, shaking, and you whined “I need you in me, please”, never loosening your grip on her. Van was not in her right mind so she made sure she understood you correctly, “what like..?”. you´d never been the kind of lovers to use morning sex for intense fucking, to strap each other down, it was usually a mix of touching and grinding and head, but you were still soaked and needy in a way the would require more to fill the ache, so you nodded and gave her doe eyes, pleading. “you´re killing me here baby..” she sighed, realizing that she was about to give in, again, “cant help it..” you admitted.
your impatience was winning, so you crawled over and laid back against the pillows, spread your legs apart, wide, pornographically so, leaned back and gave her the most intense, inviting look you could manage, her eyes wide as she sat up and took it all in with a predatory shimmer, you knew you had her, good, so you made sure she couldn´t possibly change her mind and sighed “remind me I´m yours.. make me feel it.”
“fucking hell…” she laughed to herself, nervous almost, blushing to a degree that felt like her cheeks might burst as she climbed off the bed and got rid of her underwear, leaving her as exposed as you, her hair falling down her back to the middle of her spine as she turned around, a Venusian kind of beauty to her then that was only made hotter by the contrast of the harness around her hips, the implied actions of it enough to get you even wetter as you watched her make sure that the fit was tight enough.
once she came back to you, she was smiling, god, that smile, the sweetness before the ruin, no words for the way she eyed you then as she positioned you the way she wanted, got between your legs, pulled you towards herself a bit, handled you, rubbed over you to make sure you were wet enough to go on, which of course you were. unlike before, she was being a tease, dragging the tip of the strap over your cunt, sliding it between your lips slapping it against your clit lightly, a jolt of need making you buck your hips, another devilish smile from her, your mind spinning from how it felt like it was actually her dick when she did it like that. “please..” you whimpered as she held your legs up, leaned forward, all the way until your lips almost brushed up against hers, and told you “say it again”, barely a second before you gave her another “please” and then another, a murmured “such a sweetheart” as she finally guided herself inside of you, bluffing, slowly for the first inch, and then without warning, all the way in, one intense movement, just the right amount of overwhelming, a deep, guttural moan leaving you, your hands clinging to her back, nails digging in, your mind blank as your cunt swallowed it all up without resistance, soothed and ruined by how you were made to stretch around the strap.
Van kissed your face and breathed against your neck as you wrapped your legs around her waist and allowed her to go as deep as possible, and since she wanted you to be even more of a mess, she got into it fast, giving you slow, hard strokes, intense but never rushed, a rhythm to it that was exactly what you needed, each thrust hitting you right where you were throbbing the most, each time she moved her cock back inside of you all the way a heavenly hit to your weak spot, which she could feel from how you were trapping her, so she whispered “this is what you needed hm” staring down into your eyes as she sped her thrusts up a bit, overcome with need each time she heard the wetness of your juices, the slipping sound of your cunt taking her in over and over like it was made for her, and her alone “yes… yes” you whined and savored the slight pain mixed in with the pleasure, the strap just a bit bigger than what you could take without thinking twice, always hurting just the right amount when it had been a while, mewls falling from your lips as your kept dragging your nails up and down her back, scratched her up as she moved her face down, kept you open by pressing her arms up right under your knees, and kissed your chest, animalistic, licking you and groaning against your tits, tasting the space between them, the sweet sweat, drinking up the sound of you unravelling under, the feeling of your hot skin against hers, your ability to take whatever she gave without resisting, “you´re a dream to fuck baby…god” she moaned, meaning it, having discovered her joy of being the giver with you, both of you fully lost in the repetition of her fucking into you, over and over and over, seemingly no amount enough to tire her out or wear you down, each moment an eternity of pleasure.
the knot in your lower stomach was so tight by then that you tilted your head back against the pillow and tried to breathe, her lips on your throat as she praised “that´s it, good girl”.
“fuck fuck don´t stop right there” you cried then as you felt the beginning of a climax take a hold of you, so she kept going, faster then, her hand on your face to soothe you, so you took her thumb in your mouth and sucked on it, a shared pitiful series of sounds leaving you both as your lips wrapped around her finger, Van replacing it with her lips once she couldnt just watch anymore, her tongue in your mouth right as the high hit you, the kind that was just the preview of the second, truly mindblowing orgasm, she could tell, so she pulled back, a trail of spit between your mouths from the sloppy kiss, and shifted her hips to have you at an angle where she could really go hard, manhandling you quickly so you were flat on your back, helpless, like a ragdoll, eager to really be ruined.
she pushed the strap all the way back in, your back arching up in response, her voice broken up from lust as she uttered “yeah that´s it.. look at you… perfect..” just as undone as you were, fucking you at a relentless pace then, holding onto your leg to steady herself, her own moans matching yours as you both became so loud that people downstairs would´ve heard it, not a care in the world, the picture of obsession.
you quickly grew erratic so she cooed “you´re doing so well baby”, holding you in place, fully wrecking you with her next move, her thumb on your clit, rubbing up and down, a strangled “oh.. my god” escaping you as your whole body screamed for more of just that, the double sensation of being filled and jerked off at the same time, her finger firm on your clit as you bit your lip, whimpered, almost cried, pressed against the pillow, turned on from the fact that you should be in class but were getting your brains fucked out by your girl instead, blissed out from the sight of her hand on your cunt, her tits still pink from your sucking, her face glowing with unbridled need, her hair falling down her shoulders, her lips glistening as she spit down to where she was touching you and rubbed her saliva all over your sensitive nerve endings, aware what it did to you, turning you into even more a whining mess than before, her heart growing at the sight, her mind spinning from your raw beauty in that moment, the way passion opened you up and set you ablaze for just her to see.
“baby please I´m-” you got out, before another moan shut you up, your hands clutching the sheets, your muscles contracting, nearing the point of release, so she used the hand that wasn´t on your cunt to squeeze your leg and assured you “it´s okay, I´ve got you, just let go, show me”.
her low voice always did you in during those moments where you teetered on the edge, she knew it, so the second the last word left your mouth she held you in place and leaned forward again to give you a final, deliberate, deep thrust, stilling her hips then and keeping the strap all the way in you as you shuddered and clawed at her to hold on, her hands by your face, her lips on your neck again, whispering against your skin how gorgeous you are when you finish like that, her sweat dripping down onto your chest and mixing with yours, your bodies flush against each other, your eyes shut as you blindly reached for her and pulled her face close for a kiss, both of you high on love and adoration for each other, a few lazy, warm, kisses as you caught your breaths together.
you could have left it at that. you could have tapped out. you could´ve. but you had one more thing left in you, a last weak spot of hers that you wanted to hit with your behavior, and one more high seeming like the thing you needed to really feel like you´d given her your body in full. so. without saying a word, you got up from under her, trembling, weak, and moved onto your hands and knees, your back arched up, your face not hitting the pillow, but close to it.
it was a position she never demanded from you, always waited for you to be in the mood for, so whenever you did give her permission, it turned her on immensely, knowing that you trusted her to never make it feel degrading. Van stared at you in awe for a good moment as you gave her a perfect view of your surrender, patiently waiting, still shaking a bit, too lovely for her to bear, before she followed suit and brushed her hair out of her face, got behind you on her knees and gripped your waist.
instead of going right back to fucking you, she kissed the plump skin of your ass and bit down on the side of your cheek, lightly, her teeth leaving small indents, another bite right below, and another, her hunger back in full force, a moan of approval from you so she kept going, until she got a view of your still-wet cunt from the back, like peach cut in half, hers to devour, her mouth greedily pushed up against it as she lowered her head under your backside to eat you out, just for a moment, and that was all it took for you to press your head down against the pillow and sigh in pleasure. “my girl… all mine” she groaned as she pulled back and wiped her mouth, gripped her strap, stroked herself as if she could feel it, and gave you a light slap on your right cheek which made you beg “baby need you back in me, please”, turning your head to look back at her, so she held your gaze as she guided herself back between your folds and sank into you, “there you go”.
you instantly shut your eyes and arched up even further, drooling a bit, “oh.. fuck” you groaned as the tip of the toy hit a spot inside that it hadn´t before, so she picked up the pace and asked “good?”, her hands guiding your hips as she moved in and out of you, getting into it fast, unable to deny that a primal part of her loved having you like that, her fingertips digging into your flesh, unwilling to let you move away even an inch. “hmm so good, keep going..” you mumbled, eager to come again for her, certain that it wouldn´t take much, still so raw from before that your cunt almost hurt, in the best way, the kind of pain that signaled that you´d gotten exactly what you´d asked for and more, each thrust audible, her skin meeting yours with a slapping sound over and over, her touch ever so soothing even in the height of primal passion.
Van quickly felt your absence, needed you you closer again, so she leaned forward as she kept stretching you out, and hovered over your back, kissed your back up until she reached your neck, one hand wrapping around your throat then, ever so gently, not to choke, but to affect you, to drive you wild, which worked like a charm, the possessive gesture hitting such a nerve that you saw stars, a few tears escaping your from how needed and desired she made you feel, your walls throbbing as she hit the right spot, so hard yet so tender with it, slower strokes than before, a moan with each one as if she could feel you from inside, like she was about to come in you.
after a while of losing yourselves in it, she could tell that you weren´t gonna last much longer, your sounds closer to cries than moans, muffled against the pillow, her hands over yours then, keeping them by your sides, kissing you wherever she could reach, while sighing “come for me, baby, just one more, you can take it”, so you gripped the sheets and used the last bit your strength to push yourself back against her, meeting her where she was fucking you, her hands on your hips, her body upright again as she gave you all she had left by that point and pushed herself in with such force that you felt it in your soul, begging her “like that, I´m so close, I´m-” your voice silenced by the violent climax that hit you like lightning, no warming up to it, just a bang that forced you down onto your belly, collapsing with sweat dripping down your forehead as she kept herself inside of you, her body fully on you backside, your cunt spasming around the strap as the last orgasm drained you of your juices, your breath, your attachment to the real world, your soul floating somewhere in another realm entirely as you laid there spent, whimpering in the aftermath, eyes shut, satisfied to your core as she slowly pulled herself away and pressed her palms against your back to soothe you, right where angle wings might be if you had them, slowing your heartbeat for you, ignoring the unbearable ache between her legs, for the time being, as best as she could.
after she pulled herself out of you, she slowly kissed your spine all the way down, faint hums of pleasure from you with each touch of her lips on your worn out body, neither of you breaking the silence yet, soaking it up, high on every little sensation, every labored breath, every whiff of each other´s scent, every sound that was still echoing in your mind.
Van left you for a brief second as she went to rid herself of the harness and exchanged it for her boxers and tank top, since she preferred you to be nude in her embrace after sex while she was a little more covered up again, a certain shy streak in her that had endeared you from the moment you started dating.
as she came back, you turned onto your back and faced her, a tired smile, which made her reach down and touch the tip of your nose lovingly, smiling as well. “come here” she ordered and got down onto the empty side of the bed, grabbing you and helping you to lay back against her, arms around your middle, idly caressing your stomach, her other hand pulling the blanket over your legs a bit so you wouldn´t get cold. it never failed to make you feel butterflies for her, the way she could ruin you one second and then tend to you the very next.
you leaned against her, happy in your state of helplessness, your face still damp and glowing, all love, both of you breathing in unison, comforted by the warmth your bodies were exchanging, sharing, like two more mirrors passing the sun back and forth.
you were busy thinking about how delicious she always smelled when her perfume mixed with her sweat and the smell of your passion, when she squeezed your thigh and said “just two minutes” imitating your tone from earlier, which mae you laugh and take her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. “well… would you rather I´d have stuck to that?”.
she didn´t even pretend to think about it and pushed aside the jokes she could have made “no, no absolutely not. god. that was…”, she conceded, which made you smile in victory, “see, I was just doing what´s best for us” a faux-innocence to your tone that amused her, made her run her hand all the way up your side and utter “you really are taking the last bit of my sanity..”.
“my pleasure” you whispered and kissed her arm right where you´d been resting your face against it, rubbing your cheek over the spot afterwards, like a kitten, love-struck, clingy, “and that´s not helping either, have some mercy please” Van fake-complained, shaking her head over how many times you´d hit a soft spot of hers that morning, how easily you could wrap her around your finger. “no. sorry.” you teased and kept laying in her arms.
“kinda saved my life last night, you know..” you confessed after a beat of comfortable silence, which elicited a sound of dismissal from her “don´t give me too much credit, baby” her arms wrapped around your chest by then, protective almost, her chin resting on your shoulder, your hand wrapped around her wrist to hold on.
“I mean it. I never used to get that kind of relief when I came home sad, so yeah. I don´t know. I guess I woke up extra in love today because of that. I don´t take it for granted. never will.” you said it quietly, earnestly, with a weight behind the words that rendered her speechless for a second. “oh.. my heart” she whispered, as if it physically hurt to realize that your refusal to leave, your need for closeness that morning was born out of intense affection for her, not just a random spike of desire. “love you.” she breathed against your cheek and kissed it.
“I always wanna be there for you when you feel off, you know that right? always. don´t ever keep it to yourself for my sake, it´s my job to take care of you, or privilege rather” she said, unwilling to let you believe that any of it was a burden for her.
“I know, yeah.. I´m very lucky” you responded, but she disagreed “no, no I´m the lucky one, I mean” she gestured all over your naked form, a grin on her face that you couldn´t see but hear in her voice “dream come true, I am not allowed to complain about my fate ever again I think”.
you smiled too then and got up to turn around and straddle her, sitting down with your hands on her neck, hers on your hips then, both of you eyeing each other with a sparkle of mischief. “also, you definitely beat the record of the earliest time I had sex like that, so, congrats” she told you in a low, sultry tone. “yeah?” you cocked your head and played with her hair, unsure if she was being fully honest, since she´d had a few decades of dating behind her. “yeah… I mean, damn.”.
“well, further proof that you were made for me, not whoever was in this spot before” you said, serious about it, which made her laugh and murmur “so possessive..”, your face closer to hers then as you nodded “hmm” holding her gaze and watching her enjoy the feeling of being claimed that boldly.
“sorry, I´m fully messing up your leg, huh?” you apologized as you looked down at where you´d settled on her thigh, your lingering wetness pressed up against the bare skin right below her underwear, which made her lean back against the headboard with a cocky grin and tease you “yeah, poor me, a hot girl is letting me feel how soaked she gets for me, how will I recover?”.
you rolled your eyes and shoved her in the chest, lightly, so she kept messing with you and gripped your sides to move you down her leg a bit to create some punishing friction where you were still raw. “dont!” you whimpered, aware that it wouldn´t take much to get turned on again, so she smiled and let go, instead holding you by your shoulders, “okay, right, we´ve gotta get up eventually, hm”.
before you could attempt to get up, she had another thought, “but I´m thinking-” she started, clearly pondering something, so you stayed on top of her and asked “hm? yeah?”. “it´s not like I´ll lose thousands of dollars if I keep the store closed for a day, so… how about I join you in skipping your responsibilities and we just do whatever we want today. gotta have you fully recovered from all that stress yesterday, because I wanna keep seeing this” she gestured at your face, the deeply relaxed expression.
unlike her, you didn´t even try to convince her to do the logical thing, immediately accepting the offer “yes please” your eyes shimmering at the thought of having the entire day off with her. “did you eat breakfast already?” you asked, “nope, I mean, except for you. but I need real food now” she said, suddenly realizing how famished she was.
“perfect, then we´ll go to that spot with the french toast you like, on me” you decided, eager to have a nice day out with her, to treat her to something fancier than usual. “you don´t have t-” she tried to protest, the way she always did when you offered to do her a favor or pay for things, but you shushed her, index finger pressed against her lips “yes I do, I wanna spoil you in return”, so she caved and went quiet, nodding in agreement.
“and you´ll need to eat good, so I can have my turn with you later. I wanna do a few things to you, badly.” you told her as you leaned back and gave her a dark look, threatening her with a good time. “oh, I see” she whispered, caressing your legs, charmed by your confidence.
you weren´t gonna let it go that fast, so you went on, “hmm, I miss hearing you beg”, which made her move you down her lap, or at least try to “okay, go clean up and get dressed now, you´ve had your fun here, lady”. you smiled and went on “miss having you all over my mou-”, a slap to your thigh cutting you off “stop!” she was blushing by that point, so you giggled and got up from the bed, “alright, I´ll save it for later”.
she watched, or rather, gawked at you from where she was still sitting as you walked over to the wardrobe, her arms crossed “yes, please do, let´s be civilized for a few hours now”.
“I´ll try my best” you called out while rummaging through her drawers, trying to find some of her clothes to wear, not in the mood to sort through your own, so she took the chance to give you a demand “wear the green one, I like you in that” referencing a dark green sweater of hers that you often stole from her, so you grabbed it and turned around, jokingly questioning her choice of words “like?”. Van laughed and corrected herself, dramatically throwing out a few alternative verbs “love, adore, worship”.
“better” you said and grabbed all the clothes you were gonna put on after taking a quick shower to be all fresh again before going out with her, blowing her a kiss and promising her you´d be quick, this time actually meaning it.
Van left you to it and went back to the living room, sprayed on a bit more perfume, fussed with her hair until she was happy with it, and waited for you by the stairs, listening to the sound of the shower and the faucet instead of looking at her phone or busying herself otherwise, enjoying the little mundane sounds of your presence, even when a door separated you.
once you were ready to go, she grabbed her sunglasses and pushed them up into her hair, a look you were very partial to, so before she could lead the way, you held her back and hugged her from behind, realizing that you hadn´t fully embraced her yet that morning, not while standing up at least, a silent way of saying “thank you. for this, for everything.”
the moment she felt your arms around her waist, your head on her back, she stopped in her tracks and stayed at the edge of the staircase with you for a few seconds, the morning sun shining on you through the windows, dust particles dancing around you like fireflies. “I´m not gonna make it through the day if you keep being this sweet” she uttered after you loosened your grip and skipped down the stairs behind her, re-energized and content, ready to feel the morning breeze on your skin.
it was a lovely spring morning, skies blue, birds chirping, streets empty, since most people were at work or school by that time, doing what they were supposed to, unlike you two. you walked by plenty of bushes and flowers that were in full bloom by then, so you picked a bright yellow one and put it in the front pocket of her jacket, smiling, your unconcealed giddiness spilling over onto her and lighting her face up the same way, “look at you” she said, making a vague nodding gesture your way.
“all you baby” you told her, overly sensual, drawing it out for effect, which made her roll her eyes, but she adored it, the way your demeanor had completely switched over night. she wasn´t one to pat herself on the back, but she did feel like she was finally doing at least one thing in her life right whenever her care and touch succeeded in making your worries fade away.
she linked her arm with yours and both of you looked around convinced that the air was crisper than usual, everything somehow seeming brighter and fresher in the eyes of two lovers who couldn´t find a fault with the world that day, since they walked it together.
at an intersection you leaned in to kiss her cheek, the sun warm on your faces as you both shut your eyes and almost missed the green light. a few minutes later you were seated outside the café you´d been to once before and ordered a bunch of things to share, sipped on your coffees beforehand, Van ordering a second iced americano about two minutes after downing her first one.
“being a pushover is great” she mused as you both dug into the golden french toast topped off with berries and caramel sauce, “I don´t know why people think it´s a problem to be easily swayed, thank god I didn´t make you leave earlier”. you laughed and reached out to caress her cheek, watching her chew and sigh in approval at the taste “oh I wouldn´t say pushover, I´d say eager to please, nothing wrong about that” she grinned and put her fork down for a second “yeah to you, since you´re the one who gets her way with me the all the time”. you shrugged and plopped a blueberry into your mouth, looking very pleased with yourself.
for a good while you both sat there, hands entwined over the table after your plates were cleared, in no rush to leave or go home, basking in the perfect weather, the ease you felt, the freedom to forget about everything but each other for a few hours, losing track of time as you laughed and talked and teased each other, a minute feeling like an eternity, an hour like a lifetime together, so deeply in love that it felt like you´d been together for ages by then, even though it was still just the beginning of your shared life.
just before you got up to leave, Van saw a faint bruise that she´d left on your thigh that morning, so she kissed the inside of her fingers and pressed them against it, no forethought, all instinct, a gesture so viscerally tender that you kept sitting your chair with your breath held as she stepped behind you and leaned down to whisper “if we weren´t outside, I´d have gotten on my knees to kiss you there”.
it was barely noon, and yet it already felt like you´d had one of the best days of your life.
yj renewal do we think van is gonna haunt taissa in the adult timeline? i want lauren ambrose on my screen again
as much as I agree with that last part, I honestly hope that Lauren doesn’t agree to come back if they ask her bc they did her soo insanely dirty.. she was clearly trying to be nice in interviews but you could tell she found it absurd 😭 I’m gonna be watching s4 for the teen timeline tbh because personally I think they ruined the adult one beyond repair in s3 like.. damn they fumbled it hard
hii just coming on here for a sec to say new fic later 💌 I am almost done editing and it actually turned out how I hoped, so I am glad I can upload soon! see u then :)
