10 | FIRST TIME
summary | y/n’s first time with van.
warnings | this is pure smut, if ya don’t like, don’t read it. don’t say i didn’t warn you.
a/n | hello, lovelies! i hope you all enjoy this as much as @storiesaboutvan did when she read my first draft of it. and a huge thank you to Rhi and @mintyvan for the compliments yesterday. Sure did mean a lot to me. Love you both bunches.
requests | another smut request s/o to whoever requested the last one i feel ya
Her hands shook a little. She didn’t really know what to do. She’d kissed boys before, and been fingered by one, but she’d never really gotten farther than that. She played with the straps of the lingerie set that lay across her stomach gently. She breathed out slowly, taking deep breaths in. She was nervous, to say the very least. Van would be coming home any minute, walking through the door to a sweet surprise. She threw on her robe, heading downstairs to make some tea.
Her mind raced with those kinds of thoughts, the supposed ‘calm before the storm’ type. She thought back to when his hands were all over her, his fingertips grazing over any inch of skin they could find. She remembered the dizzy feeling she had in her head when his hands dipped underneath the waistband of her underwear. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as she gradually came to her high, riding it out with rapid hips.
She loved how sweet he was in those moments. He always checked to make sure she was okay with everything. His lips constantly gave reassuring kisses to her cheeks and her neck. Y/N was happy that he was okay with the fact that she was a virgin. Usually, boys don’t go for girls who’re inexperienced. Van adored her innocence, wanting to protect it until she was ready. At times, however, he was a bit frustrated that she wouldn’t do anything. Those were the times where he was so hard, it was unbearable for him.
But those times were often followed by jacking off in the shower. One hand would be used to prop himself up against the wall, the other wrapped around his manhood. His eyebrows would furrow as visions of Y/N filled his mind. Her hands wrapped around him, before her mouth would follow. He imagined her body pinned under his as he relentlessly pounded into her, his hands wrapped around her wrists. His breathing slowly became irregular, even more dirty thoughts filled his mind. Eventually his head would fall down, the water still hitting his back, as his vision changed from black to white. His stomach tensed as his high washed over him.
Van wasn’t expecting the sight before him. Y/N’s robe was untied, the sides of the robe parallel to hers. The lingerie was on full display, every strap and inch of lace visible to Van’s eye, he practically melted on sight. His coat fell to the floor with barely any noise. Y/N didn’t even notice he was there. She held her cuppa in one hand, the other hand occupying a book she’d found a few towns over in a bookstore.
There was still silence in the room when Y/N noticed Van sitting on a stool at the bar she had in her apartment. She put down her book and her tea, walking over to Van slowly. His fingertips slid the material of her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, right by his coat. She shuddered under his touch, the cool air colliding with her warm skin, goosebumps rising. His hands settled on her waist after the tips of his fingers followed the lace downwards. “Love…”
“What? You don’t like it?” She whispered back, her fingers drawing figure 8’s on his thigh. He looked into her eyes, shaking his head.
“I love them, baby, but you didn’t have to do this. What’re you all dressed up for?” He heard something that sounded like ‘you’ but she whispered it so quietly, one could barely tell. “You don’t need to dress up for me, love. You’ve already got my attention without all this.”
“I wanted our… first — well, my… first time to be special… I wanted to do something for you. You always do… those things for me… I felt like I should do something in return.” She pushed his legs apart farther than they were, walking in between them. Her lips went straight to his neck, leaving delicate kisses at first. When she became more comfortable, her body slouching into his touch, the kisses became more sloppy. All she wanted was to hear those beautiful sounds coming from him. It was somewhere between a squeak and a whine, but it sounded so mesmerizing falling from his lips.
“Love, if we’re gonna do this right, we’re gonna do this in the bedroom,” he grabbed her hands, leading her into the bedroom. He closed the door behind them, walking over to where she was standing by the vanity she had in her room. He pushed her hair away from her shoulder, soon replacing his hands with his lips. He turned her around, bringing their bodies to the edge of her bed. He sat down, waiting for Y/N to climb on.
She sat on his lap, tracing over every inch of his chest lightly. His hand stay placed on her thigh, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He could stare at her forever and not think of it as a waste of time. For she was his muse, the reason his songs usually contained love and happiness in them. He gazed into her eyes like there was nothing else to look at, like there was only her. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Even more than words can describe. I love this, trust me, I really do, but I think - at least for now - it would look better off.”
Strap by strap her clothing was removed. When she was fully naked, she sat on the bed, waiting for Van to finish. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his body. He was absolutely perfect, from the slant of his shoulders, to his hip bones, which stuck out a bit. Y/N didn’t understand how she could be with someone as amazing as him, but maybe she did. She held out her hands, a small, endearing smile on her face. He gladly accepted her hands, kneeling on the bed in front of her.
With their hands still holding one another’s, their lips reconnected. It was slow and wet, which was exactly what was needed. His lips were soft against hers, his tongue gliding against her bottom lip, but soon his lips slipped from hers, travelling towards the curvature of her jaw, following down her neck. He laid her down, his hands removing themselves from hers, finding their spot on her hips.
It felt like his hands were everywhere and they pretty much were. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. He went back to kissing her lips, his tongue running along her bottom lip again. His lips lazily dragged along every inch of her body, moans and soft curses falling from her lips. They slowly made their way down to the lowest part of her stomach, her eyes rolling back into her head out of frustration. She whined, “do something, please.”
“We’re not in any rush, love. Just let me explore you a bit.” His knuckles were grazing the inside of her thigh as he spoke, inching ever-so-slightly towards her heat. He kissed the top of her thigh, making his way towards her hip bones. He kissed the skin right above her core, as the knuckles on his hands grazing over her bare center. She gasped out, her hands finding their way to his hair. He smiled against her skin, teasing her as she tugged at his roots.
“Van, please. Do something.”
“Of course, love.” His face pulled away from her, as his hands replaced his face. Her moans were only loud enough for them to hear. His lips twitched to form a small smirk, before planting kisses on her neck. The pleasure coming from his mouth and his fingers were overwhelming, curse words left her mouth louder than the moans did. But his hands and his mouth detached from her, making Y/N whine.
“Lemme take care of you, okay?” He spoke softly, pushing hair out of her face, and she didn’t object. She nodded, pulling Van down on top of her. They giggled, their lips connecting once more. Van unwrapped the condom and slid it on, looking into her eyes afterwards. “You all good?”
“All good,” she whispered. He smiled at her, pressing his lips to her as he entered her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, waiting until she had given him the okay again. Their bodies molded together, his hands roaming all over her body. They fit together perfectly, the last two pieces of a puzzle falling into place. It was just as slow as their kiss - hips moving in a perfect rhythm, Van moaning into her ear as her nails raked down his back. “Agh fuck,”
They could feel it, they were so close. Beads of sweat littered both of their faces, their hands intertwined once again. Hips rocked into each other’s, hers more rapid. His breathing was irregular, his chest rising and falling quickly, almost as quickly as hers. She was already on her way to release from before, her hips reacting before she even knew what was happening. Her high washed over her like waves from the ocean. Quickly after, Van’s high washed over him as well, his hips still moving until he rode it out.
They laid next to each other, her hand reaching for his. Their fingers interlaced, Van’s hand bringing hers up to his lips. His kiss was soft against her warm skin. She smiled, unlocking their fingers, turning her body towards his. The confidence within herself grew with every touch, she didn’t mind being bare in front of him anymore. All her cares and worries were kissed away. His fingers pushed hair from her face. “You’re honestly so fucking beautiful. In every fucking way.”
“Thank you. For… everything. You’re an absolute dreamboat, McCann.” He kissed her nose, bringing the covers over them.
“Baby, trust me, that’s all you.” He turned on the television, letting the sounds of late night t.v. help guide them to sleep.