Things That Lovers Do
𝜗𝜚 Lars Lindstrom x fem!reader - 4.3k words
𝜗𝜚 Summary: Finding Bianca's lacy underwear in Lars's sock drawer leads to a shopping trip and a new experience for Lars
𝜗𝜚 Notes: I found a draft and decided to write another 3k words of it on a whim, so - surprise Lars fic! Big thanks to @eridianhearts for their kind support of my story and for making the gorgeous banner, and my sister @heresthestorymorningglory who keeps me sane and unmasked, and encourages me to write these things! Title from Toothpaste Kisses by The Maccabees. Lingerie set reader wears.
𝜗𝜚 Content: nsfw, fingering, oral (reader receiving), p in v, edging, reader wears lingerie, Lars's blanket is a main character, embarrassment, jealousy, crying, post-Bianca, hinted dirty talk, Mrs Gruner being the GOAT as always, Lars learning to explore his sexuality
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‘Lars… what are these?’
His head snapped up from where he was relaxing on the bed, eyes widening in horror as he realised he still had them.
‘I-I’m so sorry-’ he stuttered, ‘they were Bianca’s- I-’
You dropped the barely-there lace panties back into the drawer and grabbed the thick woolly socks you had been looking for instead, sliding it shut quickly.
‘You kept them, but nothing else of hers besides her sweater?’ you asked carefully, a bizarre jolt of jealousy coursing through you. You knew she hadn’t been real, but she was still very real to him.
‘N-no,’ Lars started, sitting bolt upright. ‘No. I didn’t know they were still there. She didn’t even wear them – well, not really.’
Without even realising, your eyebrows raised.
‘Oh- no- wait, not like that!’ he fumbled. ‘She arrived in them when she moved here, but they, uh… they weren’t really her style so she left them in the drawer and wore something a little more… covered up.’
Softening, you stepped forward, stopping between his legs to pull his head to your chest.
‘Lars, baby, it’s alright. If you want to keep something to remember her, you can do it anyway you want. I was just… surprised that’s all. Like you said, they weren’t really her style.’
‘I don’t want to remember her by those,’ he breathed against you, and you could feel him tensing a little, trying not to get upset.
‘Of course, I understand, but maybe it feels like she’s still around to have little things like that here and there, where they always have been?’
Lars stilled at that, thinking it through, and then he nodded.
‘I do think they’re kind of sexy, though – didn’t you ever want her to wear them?’ you asked, lowering your voice.
Lars hesitated then, stiffening against you. You could tell the idea was thrilling to him, but he didn’t want to admit it... perhaps it was time to change tack.
‘Would you like me to wear something like that for you?’ you asked, still treading gently. ‘Because I will, you know? I’ll wear anything you want if it makes you feel good.’
‘Whatever you want to wear, I don’t mind,’ he said, relaxing against you. ‘You know that I don’t mind about things like that. Or- or um… whatever you don’t want to wear. That’s ok with me, too…’
Your cheeks flushed hot and your fingers inadvertently gripped at his hair and pyjamas a little bit too hard. Lars always managed to make the sweetest and most genuine sentiments come off as sexy lately, and you were sure he didn’t even know he was doing it.
‘Let’s go shopping tomorrow?’ you suggested, trying to lighten your voice, but it still came out eager.
Lars squeezed his eyes closed for a moment before he shifted in your embrace to look up at you through those sparkling blues. He nodded, a strained smile pulling at his lips, and you slid down to sit beside him on the bed.
‘Come on, let’s get some rest. I’ll wear nothing for the occasion,’ you teased, pulling him to lay down in the bed with you, settling into the warmth of his arms as your lips pressed to his and his hands moved to help you wear exactly that.
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The mall was busy this morning, which in equal parts good and bad. You could get lost in the crowd, or you could bump into Mrs Gruner and her Saturday morning power walking group.
Frankly you’d trust Mrs Gruner with your life and you knew that if she saw you picking out sexy lingerie to wear for Lars, she’d probably come out with a suggestion on what would suit you best – and be completely right about it. Lars however…
He wished he’d not worn quite so many layers today. Standing outside the lingerie store, his palm was growing clammy in yours, and you could hear his breathing, even over the loud passing chatter and footsteps and bland mall music.
You squeezed his hand tighter and turned to him. ‘Ready?’
Biting his lips together for a moment first, Lars only half looked back at you, and nodded, a faint hum coming as a reply.
Lars dragged a little heavily behind you, and when you finally made it through the threshold, he actually seemed to calm down a little because it wasn’t exactly what he’d imagined. The window displays would have you believe that the whole shop was selling nothing but sex, sex and more sex, but inside there were actually all kinds of underwear on sale – even sportswear, the woman behind the counter was wearing everyday clothes and there were no vinyl bodysuits or scary looking sex toys hung around the place. He took a deep, settling breath.
‘Doing okay?’ you checked in, ‘You know, if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to?’
Lars shut his eyes and leaned a little closer to you. ‘I want to,’ he mumbled, but it was determined.
‘Alright, well, which colour would you like me in?’
‘What’s your favorite?’ he asked, eyes flicking from one lacy set to another, the decisions seeming a little overwhelming.
Lars had always been good at being the considerate boyfriend, caring more about your comfort and preferences than his own desires. Even with Bianca, who he technically made all the decisions for, he was the model partner.
‘I want you to pick something for me,’ you countered, smiling over at him, hand still firm in his, grounding. ‘Maybe just… a color?’
‘I… I like the pink ones… or- or the blue? The blue.’
‘I like those too, the blue over there reminds me of your blanket,’ you gestured at a set at the far side of the store.
Lars’s fingers crept immediately to where his baby blue blanket was wrapped around him like a scarf.
‘Look!’ you went on, giddy, ‘it even has the little pink roses just like it! Pink and blue, just for you, Lars. Okay, wanna go wait outside for me? I’ll take care of this and I’ll be right out.’
Lars offered a tight-lipped smile and let go of your hand, watching for a moment as you hurried over and riffled through the rack looking for your size, and then he headed for the door, where he paused, checking for any sightings of potential fellow church-goers, neighbors, friends or family.
He never used to worry about those things and a warm feeling settled in his belly as he stepped out a little more confidently than he had entered, finding a nice spot to sit by the water fountains where he could sit unbothered and watch the world go by for a little while.
It was about ten minutes later that you emerged, a small bag containing your purchase in your hand as you searched for your boyfriend. Lars stood up and waved, his legs turning wobbly at the way your face lit up when you found him.
Practically skipping over to meet him, you planted a kiss on his cheek that made him blush hot.
‘Wanna get some lunch before we head home?’ you smiled, grabbing his hand; you saw his shoulders drop when his hand was back in yours.
‘Nah… I kinda want to get home before it gets too busy here,’ he tried, but it sounded strained.
‘Lars?’ you teased, smirking a little, ‘are you anxious to see me in my new underwear by any chance?’
He almost choked at that. ‘N-no. No! I just- uh- I-’
You giggled softly, and headed for the parking lot.
‘It’s alright,’ you cooed, ‘I’m just as excited to show you.’
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The little paper bag with Pamella’s printed on the front in pretty letters sat in the back seat. Lars had wondered if Pamella was the woman behind the counter. Did she design the underwear or just sell it? Did she wear it under her demure black dress or just recommend them? He glanced at the bag a few times, partly curious, partly impatient.
He wanted to know how the fabric would feel against his fingers; silky, velvety, soft? He only saw the set from a distance, picked it out based on color, and now he’s not even sure if you’d have really bought that one or gone rogue and picked something to completely surprise him.
What he does know is that whatever you feel good in, he will feel good about.
He smiles to himself then, broad and smug. And why not be smug? He had sex last night. Good sex that ended in you wrapped around him all night, his big strong arms keeping you safe and warm. A few months ago, this would have been not just impossible for him, but unthinkable.
Then he’d spent the morning at the mall with you, worrying about whether he would bump into one of the many people he now had the pleasure to call his friends, in case they asked him why he was there and he’d have to explain sheepishly, My girlfriend wanted me to pick out something sexy for her to wear for me.
He’s being driven home now, wondering what you have in store for him, but not worrying about it. Just going with it, like it’s easy. He doesn’t usually need to worry about Karin pinning him down (figuratively or literally) any longer, either. She does still glance out of the window from time to time, and invite you both for impromptu dinners at the house, but she’s mostly just content that if Lars is with you, he’s doing okay.
His heart felt full as he leapt from the passenger seat after you pulled onto his driveway, and darted around to the drivers side to open the door for you. Ever the gentleman.
Lars fumbles as he unlocks the front door, dropping the keys on the doorstep, and realising as he picked them up that you were carrying the Pamella’s bag very proudly and openly. He shot a glance over to Karin and Gus’s but no curtains twitched, so he breathed for a moment, and then finally let you both in.
You dropped the bag onto the little table by the window and wrapped your arms around him after he slipped off his coat, pulling the blanket away and kissing the back of his neck.
‘Is it okay if I borrow this? Just for a few minutes?’ you purr into his ear, sending a rather pleasant shiver down his spine.
‘O-of course,’ he breathed, ‘any time, you know that.’
Your arms slipped away, and when Lars turned around, you’d vanished into the bathroom. He peered into the bag you’d left on the table, to see some plain black cotton garments inside… the underwear he saw you put on this morning. Had you worn your new underwear home? He ran a hand through his hair and on wobbly legs, crossed to sit on his bed, facing the bathroom door, waiting patiently.
The door clicked open as he sat down – you’d been mere seconds – and Lars wasn’t sure where to look first.
Your breasts were hugged perfectly by the soft, baby blue, very sheer fabric. His breath caught in his throat as he took it in, the way your nipples, hardened in the cool air, were right there behind the thin layer of that beautiful lace, embroidered with pretty little pink flowers and bows…
His eyes dropped to the matching panties next. Just as pretty against your skin, just as sheer. He swallowed hard. It somehow felt naughtier for you to stand there covered up in that barely there but very pretty fabric – in the middle of the day no less – than it did to sleep with you naked and clutched tight against his half-dressed body after a session of thorough lovemaking.
He blinked hard. Was this real? As he opened his eyes and you came back into focus, he realised you were holding his blanket, hooked over one shoulder like a jacket on a warm spring day, so simple and casual. The colours matched perfectly, and aside from Lars noticing how tight his trousers suddenly felt, his heart leapt at how thoughtful you’d been, how carefully you’d handled this for him.
You wanted him to feel secure while he explored this new part of your sex life, and without even questioning it, you’d achieved that in just a few hours. He felt so safe and comfortable, so loved and so turned on. His eyes welled and he shook his head, not willing to let tears spoil the moment.
‘You- you look incredible,’ he breathed, voice cracking a little, as you stepped toward him, wrapping the blanket back around his neck where it belonged, and climbing over his lap to straddling his thighs.
‘It’s okay,’ you soothed, a hand soft at his cheek, gently wiping away one stray tear with your thumb. ‘I know it’s overwhelming. If you want to stop-’
‘No,’ Lars interrupted, sobering instantly, ‘I don’t wanna stop, I- I’m just happy. That’s all.’
He smiled up at you through watery eyes, and you dipped down to close your lips over his. He remained frozen in place as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss.
‘It’s okay, you can touch me,’ you whisper against his kiss-swollen lips when you pull back, ‘however you want to. I’m wearing this for you, Lars. I’m yours.’
His lips crashed back to yours then, far more animated. His hands were shaky but found their way to you; one gliding around your back to hold you still as the other found the strap of your bra, fingers trailing down the smooth elastic until they were at your breast, squeezing and caressing over the lace.
It was surprisingly soft against Lars’s skin, and as he dragged his thumb over your nipple, it graced you with a little extra friction that Lars felt jolt through your body, so he did it again, and again.
He broke the kiss only to turn you in his arms to lay on the bed.
You made yourself comfortable on his pillows as he kicked off his shoes and climbed up to sit between your thighs, parting them carefully with his hands as he settled back on his ankles and dropped his beloved blanket to the foot of the bed.
He just took you in then, paying close attention to how the fabric fitted your form, how sexy you looked, how hot it was that you were wearing this just for him.
There was a fleeting thought that he would have liked to see Bianca properly in her black lacy thong, which sat just a few meters away in his sock drawer, but the thought popped like a bubble when his eyes fell on the damp patch at the apex of your thighs, the pale blue darker where you were wet for him.
He ran his fingers along the edge of the elastic, feeling you shudder at the feather light touch of his fingertips. You wanted him so much already, and all he’d done was sit on his bed and kiss you back.
His eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he processed that: You wanted him. You cared for him. You were giving yourself to him completely. And he knew he was able to satisfy your needs — all of them. It felt a lot to be sure of all these things, but it certainly was a pleasant lot to feel (if a little overwhelming).
Something in him snapped then. He’d done this plenty of times before, but this time it felt a little heavier somehow. Heavy in a significant way rather than an unpleasant one; this was just another step you’d helped him take in exploring his sexuality, and he needed to get into the moment before he lost it entirely.
His eyes raked over you when they opened and Lars let himself moan. It was small but loud, and you bit your lip at the sound of it as his fingers slid the soaked lace aside.
He carefully slipped one inside and you moaned then; Lars’s fingers were thick and long and elegant. And skilled. He leant over you, watching your reactions as he pumped his middle finger slowly, curling it the way you’d taught him, to drag over the spot inside that made your back arch.
And it did just that as he slid his finger out to drag up through your folds and circle gently at your swollen bundle of nerves. You grabbed at his sweater, legs trembling, and he watched you writhe beneath him, just from the touch of his fingers.
He never knew it would be this simple to bring you so much pleasure, and even if he did, he didn’t think he’d be any good at it. But oh you really seemed to think so, going by the little whines lacing your every breath.
Lars moved faster with the encouragement of your reactions, pushing his finger back inside a little more roughly this time, harder, faster. Fucking you on it now rather than beckoning your pleasure to him gently.
He couldn’t help but glance down to watch the way his hand moved against your body, his palm nestled to your clit as his finger worked inside you. This was an exact science, and with your help he’d mastered it.
He could feel you beginning to clench around his thick digit, and he knew that meant your release was closing in. He looked back up at you, his blown pupils having darkened his pretty eyes.
‘Do you- um- do you want to… come like this, or- or later on?’ he stuttered, whispering the word come as though he’d get in trouble for saying it out loud.
But god he was so turned on he’d begun to feel dizzy.
‘You decide,’ you cooed, ‘it all feels good to me.’
Lars swallowed hard, blinked a few times and then dropped back on his heels again to shuffle back, keeping his finger inside.
Lars’s other hand was able to hold the lace aside now so he could see you up close. The way you throbbed for friction at your clit and dripped needily around his finger… never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d ever get to witness such divine beauty.
His cock ached in his pants, but he could ignore that for now. He’d ignored it for years, but worshipping your pussy was a far better remedy than simply burning off energy by the woodpile until it went away.
Licking his lips, he leant in, slowing his finger as he lapped carefully through your folds, moaning against you as you shuddered. You were his favorite meal, and you both knew it.
It didn’t take long until your toes curled. Lars sucked softly as your legs closed around his head and your fingers tangled in his hair, and he could feel your climax approaching yet again. So he pulled away leaving you breathless and empty.
But you wouldn't complain; Lars never left you wanting. At least, not for long.
He pulled off his sweater, ripped his shirt open (you’re pretty sure a button flew across the room), and leaving his final two undershirts on, he hastily pushed his pants off. His underwear was soaked with precum, and he winced as he removed it, too, placing it carefully away from the rest of the clothes he’d been a little more careless with.
You giggled to yourself at the memory of the first few times when Lars would take his clothes off methodically, neatly folding them into a pile before getting into bed with you. What a difference a sexy lingerie set can make!
He fumbled in the drawer beside his bed where you’d placed a box of condoms for him, and slid one on the way you’d taught him – careful not to put it on upside down, pinching the end to make some space and rolling it on all the way. He couldn’t help but take a moment to admire his work, but it was split second at most. Before you knew it he was on top of you again, kissing you hungrily.
‘I want us to come together,’ he breathed when he pulled away, lips swollen from eating you out and kissing you hard. He sounded unsure, like it might be a step too far, but your hand on his cheek settled him.
‘Fill me up,’ you whispered, voice shaky with desire, and his cock throbbed.
There was something about the idea of pumping you full of his seed that made him feel feral, even if he knew it was just a fantasy.
He shuffled back to slide your panties off, stuffed them in his mouth, and propped himself above you to guide himself inside.
You groaned and closed your eyes as you adjusted – his cock stretched you so perfectly. You weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the way it burns in the most gorgeous way every time he buries himself inside.
You gently tugged the panties from between his teeth and he dropped his head to press his forehead to yours.
‘Does it feel good?’ he asked, voice low and husky with just a hint of desperation.
You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders to keep him close.
‘Mmh- so tight,’ he breathed, to himself more than anything. You’d been introducing dirty talk and it certainly seemed to help him open up. ‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes. Please-’ you tried, not needing to elaborate. Lars knows what you need.
His hips are steady at first, setting a slow pace as he moves with your comfort in the forefront of his mind. Once he feels your heels dig deeper into the small of his back, and your nails clawing at his shoulders, he rocks into you faster and begins to lose control.
Lars whines against your cheek, as he fucks into you with decreasing rhythm, sliding a hand between your flush bodies to stroke your clit – your pleasure always his first priority.
He’s surprised he’d lasted this long, with your moans and the way you were clinging to him overriding every other attempt at coherent thought, and when you breathed out his name he finally let himself go.
His hips snapped against yours with such force the bed creaked beneath you and the lewd, desperate slapping of skin against skin echoed around his apartment. Lars let out a strangled cry as he came undone with your walls contracting around him.
He slowed to a stop, rolling with you to lay facing one another and stayed buried inside you for now, safe and warm, as you stroked your fingers through his thick, messy hair.
‘You okay, baby?’ you asked as you caught your breath.
Lars nodded, smiling as a single tear trickled over his cheek.
‘What is it?’ you asked, wiping it away. ‘Too much?’
Biting his lips together he shook his head. ‘No, nothing like that. It just feels really good to make you feel good.’ He paused for a moment and then, mildly panicked, ‘It did, didn’t it? It did feel good for you, too?’
‘It was incredible,’ you chuckled. ‘You were incredible.’
His brow furrowed as he thought back through it all.
‘Sorry for making you wait for me… I wanted to see how it feels to get there at the same time. I hope that was okay?’
‘More than okay. You know there’s a name for what you were doing.’ You thought it best to save the topic of edging for another time when he wasn’t quite so fucked out. ‘Anyway, how did it feel?’
Lars swallowed hard, trying to find the words. ‘Intense,’ he confirmed eventually, settled with his choice. ‘The good kind.’
‘Yeah, same,’ you smiled.
‘Could I uh-’ he gestured to where your legs were still tangled together, his cock softening and twitching through the aftershocks still inside you.
‘Oh!’ you exclaimed, carefully moving your hips up to help him slip out.
You both rolled onto your backs, staring up at the ceiling.
‘I hope you don’t mind me asking,’ Lars started, ‘but your underwear from this morning- it’s um… in the bag?’
‘Oh yeah, I tried this little set on in the store to make sure it fits, and asked the cashier if I could just keep it on.’
‘So you’ve been wearing it the whole time… the ride home? You were going to take me to lunch wearing it?!’
‘Yep,’ you grinned, and Lars let out a little whistle of pleasant surprise. ‘And I’ll wear it a lot more often now I know how riled up it gets you.’
Lars blushed, and after a beat added, mostly to himself, ‘So that’s what was taking so long in the store.’
‘Oh, no,’ you countered. ‘I bumped into Mrs Gruner.’
Lars’s eyes were suddenly wide as he turned to you. ‘You saw- you- okay. What did- oh no. Oh no.’
‘It’s okay, Lars, I’m pretty sure she knows we have sex.’
Lars’s hands came up to cover his face, but yours were gentle, carefully wrapping around a wrist to pull one down so he could see you, peeking through one eye.
‘She didn’t see what I bought, don’t worry,’ you soothed. ‘She just saw me stuffing my boring plain black underwear into the bag at the counter, and she hadn’t seen you at all. I told her you were somewhere in the mall running errands and that I’d stopped here on the spur of the moment.’
Lars settled a bit at that, lowering his other hand. ‘You’re sure she-’
‘She didn’t suspect a thing.’
He nodded thoughtfully. ‘You really think she knows we have sex?’
‘Well, I can’t be sure. But she did point out this very lingerie set to me and told me I’d look darling in it.’
Lars couldn’t really argue with that, no matter how hot this made his face feel.
Mrs Gruner was, as always, right.
