The music was loud in your small shared apartment and you could feel the bass coming from the speakers all around you. It was either the music or your intoxicated system but it was as if the vibrations were travelling through your body, keeping your eyes open and making you very alert. All your senses were working overdrive and everything was effervescent and glowing.
It was the type drunk that made you want to do things. Things you maybe wouldn’t usually think of doing or even fathom, but at that moment all you could think about was having your hands on Van. You needed him now and you needed him close.
Now with a mission, you scoped the scene of your living room, panning across each body like they were nothing until you could see your man. He was laughing with some of your friends you had invited, friends you'd probably want to engage in conversation with. But after a long week and your growing need for Van, you ignored the normal social procedures. Walking up to him only offering a smile and reserved nod at the people around you and tightening your grip on Vans arm.
You stood shyly beside him, slightly behind him and resting your head on his back. Your senses immediately picked up on the closeness, his scent filling you making your knees weak. Your slight stumble brought Van to attention and a cute frown to his features.
“You alright babe?” He whispered to you, leaning towards you although he didn’t need to because you were completely drawn into him.
“Hmm.” You hummed trying to push the sordid thoughts out of your head. It was agonising but you didn't want to ruin his fun and drag him away.
“You sure, you seem...odd?” He chose his words carefully but still seemed unsatisfied with the outcome of his dedication. All you did was nod sweetly, returning the smile to him and closing your eyes, your head still resting on his frame.
The conversation returned back to normal, although your desires took over once more. Forcing your hand to slip under his shirt, teasing around the waistband of his jeans, drawing a shiver from him. It satisfied you, the effect you had on him, daring you to roam further, skimming the top of his boxers before dancing up his spine.
With your movements clearly affecting him it didn't surprise you in the slightest when he ended the conversation with his mates, taking your hand and leading you both to your bedroom. His pace was slow and chilled, but his grip around your hand was tight and it sent excited nerves through your body. When you both made it to the solitude of your room he pinned you against the door, looking deep into your eyes.
“You're driving me crazy love,” He sighed, letting out clear frustration that had been pent up.
“Could say the same.” You whispered back, his face was close to yours, nearly touching and the heat was causing your body to crave his touch.
He smiled at your reply, going to your neck, placing dainty kisses up along the skin to your jaw. As he got further up they became rougher and he started sucking until marks were definitely being left. His intent made you more frustrated for his touch, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to your body.
“Babe-” He tried for words but gave up when your hips bucked into his involuntarily in pure want for him. With your actions he lifted you up and carried you over to the bed laying you down and looking down at you in awe. He moved to balance on his knees over you, his palms still flat on your torso. You could feel him hardening from beneath you already, turning you on even more.
“Tell me what you want.” He murmured into your ear, the warm air sending you into a frenzy, desperate to feel him everywhere, making your dark side come out. Ready to feel your boyfriend dominate you.
“Bite me.” Your words came out simply as if it was nothing but he saw that behind your eyes was lust and need for it rough.
Without a second glance, he grinned as if he was chuckling to himself “If you insist.” He laughed, digging his teeth into your shoulder, his mouth trailing down, teeth digging into the skin he brushed past until he got to your knees.
He lingered over the fabric of your panties before dragging them down and chucking them behind him. His breath against your core alerted you, making your eyes close and let out a hard sigh. He was just testing the water, however, it wasn’t what you needed. You needed him now, and to take charge.
“Vaan.” You let out, but it was enough for him to understand, making him move up. You were face to face now, except now he had eased a finger into, thumb massaging your clit until your whole body was shaking with pleasure.
“Being a good girl for me baby.” Van sneered unbuttoning his jeans and undressing completely. You could feel the sweat on your forehead and you pushed your hair back, preparing for him. Soon enough he was straddling you pulling your legs around his waist, looking deep in your eyes that had definitely darkened with lust.
That minute of eye contact was enough to tell him you were ready, all the consent he needed to hear was there in that look. He leaned down, positioning himself so that he was just brushing over your heat. His head was buried in your neck, kissing and nibbling, those kisses getting more ragged each time he teased in.
His pace increased when you arms wrapped around him, digging into his back with anticipation. From then he took his control further, pushing your hips down into the bed beneath you both and holding you tight with every thrust in. You could feel him everywhere and it felt like he was touching your soul deep inside in some weird way.
“God, uhh-” You were starting to become undone, quicker than you expected as he carried on pushing into you at a pace that had just been discovered by the two of you. Your legs were still wrapped tightly around him and you were certain you’d leave red scratches along his back.
You knew he was close and with every missed thrust he let out a deep, guttural moan, showing his obvious pleasure. One last push into you brought you to a climax practically screaming out his name when he bit deep into your shoulder, trying to hold back the moans with pleasure.
You both stayed for a second in the same position, savouring the moment together, not wanting to be left without him. “Fuck love that was, wow-“ He sighed, head still on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath back from your activities.
“That was fucking insane,” You exclaimed, relating to his shock. “babe I’m so sorry, your back I-“ You fussed looking at the damage you’d done, red lines marking down his back as if he’d just been attacked.
“Love, look at what I did to you, people will think I’m abusing you!” His face was a mix of amusement and worry. You smiled at his face, reaching out to cup it in your hands, full of love for your boy.
“Aren’t we a pair.”You smiled, happy to have him.
A/n: heyoo, so this is the first of what I hope many, depending on how much my motivation dwindles aha. All the requests that aren’t smut September will be posted on weekends so don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you xx em
You swore as you crossed the threshold, struggling with the grocery bags you had hanging off your arms. Kicking the door shut behind you and blowing some loose strands of hair from your eyes, you shuffled into the kitchen.
“Jaff?” Van called from the couch, the top of his head peeking over the back. You smiled at each other as you dropped the groceries on the counter and rubbed your arms. They were red and indented from where the straps cut into your skin.
“Larry over at Kai’s?” You asked, unpacking the first bag. Larry and Kai had been dating
for the last eight months and he was smitten to say the least. He spent most of his time over at hers, “making up for lost time,” as he said. Van hummed and hauled himself off the couch, resting his guitar against it and coming over to help you unpack. He yawned, he’d just gotten back from a four month long tour around the world and was understandably exhausted.
“How was class?” Van asked as he pried open the refrigerator door and slid the strawberries into the drawer. You lifted a shoulder in a shrug.
“Fine,” You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the counter, watching Van work. He was wearing his old “The Streets” sweatshirt, something he only did when he was at home. It was hard to get used to seeing Van not in a button up and boots. “Same old. What about you, write any new timeless classics today?” Van threw his head back and laughed, a happy sound that you missed when he was gone.
“Nothing yet Jaffa but the night is young,” He met your stare and you quickly looked away. “What?” You blushed, having been caught, and shrugged.
It’d been you, Van, and Larry since reception school. Your mom packed you two Jaffa Cakes for snack time and you offered the extra to Van. He’d called you “Jaffa” ever since and that set the foundations of your friendship. You remember getting carted around in the back of Larry’s mum’s car and holding Van’s hand as he read to you and Larry slept. Van asked you to prom and Larry took two dates. You’d watched Van transform from an awkward gangly weirdo with bad hair into a slightly less awkward filled out weirdo with kind of better hair. You’d been Catfish’s biggest cheerleader since Van formed the band. You made t-shirts with fabric paints and spray on glitter. You nixed more songs and lyrics of Van’s than you could keep track of. You fell in love with each new addition to the band. You cheered the band on from the sidelines while you grinded away at uni. You wished you could go on the road with the lads, mostly because you missed Van and Larry when they were gone but also because you got lonely. You thought that living alone for nine months out of the year in a huge apartment ten minutes from your school that you paid next to nothing for because Van insisted on paying your half of the rent would be fun. You were wrong. It sucked.
“Nothing,” You mumbled after realizing he was waiting for an answer. You fussed with a plastic bag and looked back to Van. “I bought Jaffa Cakes.” You held up the box to show him and he grinned.
“Again.” He scoffed and you rolled your eyes and slapped him in the arm. You eyed him and turned away, gathering your tote bags up and putting them under the sink. “Don’t be like that Jaf,” He pouted, and before you knew it he’d snatched the box from under your arm and was holding it above his head.
“Van!” You protested, getting close to him and reaching for the box. “Give ‘em!” He laughed and stood on his tip toes, keeping them further out of your reach. Your tongue poked out from between your lips and you braced a hand on his chest, jumping for the box. You gritted your teeth but you couldn’t stop a small smile from gracing your lips. He was so annoying.
“Ryan Evan Mccann.” You threatened, knowing how much he detested the use of his full name. His face dropped immediately as he scowled at you. “Give it back.”
His frown deepened. “Just for that, no.” He turned away from you and slid the package onto the highest shelf of the cupboard. You stomped your foot and whined, only serving in making Van laugh at your childish reaction.
You made grabby hands and huffed. “Fine, fine, I’m sorry.” You pouted. “Will you just... pass it back? Please?” You blinked your eyelashes up at him and made a puppy dog face. You could see his resolve crumble right before your eyes as he pretended to think about it.
“Fine,” He lowered the box slightly. “But give us a kiss first.” You knew he was joking but the request... it might’ve made your stomach flutter and you didn’t know why. You’d kissed Van before in primary school during recess and you both immediately jumped back, laughing and scraping at your tongues. You’d agreed to never do it again. You kissed him again a couple of more times as you grew, after prom, when he released his first single, and most recently, when you were both drunk and playing a childish game of truth or dare in the back of the tour bus. You hadn’t thought about kissing Van since then. Okay well maybe the idea passed through your mind a couple of times but you never went in depth with your fantasizing.
Because it was Van, your platonic best friend Van, and maybe you didn’t want things to be so platonic anymore.
You also saw this as a way to fuck with Van a little but that was less important. You stared at each other with stubborn, narrowed eyes and taunting smirks, both playing a game of chicken that neither were prepared to lose. So you took the bait, leaned up, and planted a fat, wet kiss on Van’s chapped lips. But instead of jumping back, or laughing, or any sort of action to lessen the tension, his wide palm found your hip and seemed to be pulling you into him.
And he smelled so good, comforting and warm and spicy. Before you were aware of what you were deepening the kiss, opening your mouth and letting his tongue run over yours. You could feel his eyelashes flutter shut against your cheek, your hand moved to the nape of his neck as you twisted the hair that was there around your fingers. The other hand cupped his jaw, thumb against his cheek as you leaned away just enough to capture his bottom lip between your teeth, pull back, and let it snap back into place. Van blinked at you, slow and heavy, before descending back onto your mouth with a renewed fervor. You pulled away and sponged kisses back along his cheek as he panted, his hand squeezing your hip and the hand that held the Jaffa’s came down to waist level. You licked a stripe along his jaw and he shuddered as you leaned into him, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you spoke.
“I want you to bend me over this counter and fuck me.” You felt Van tense and inhale a
gasp, and you saw your opportunity. You snatched the box from Van’s hand and bounded out of the kitchen with a shriek.
“Hey!” Van called and ran behind you, watching you disappear behind your bedroom door with a devilish grin. You listened to Van groan behind your locked door and you grinned with satisfaction. “C’mon Y/N you gotta be kiddin’ me!”
“That’s what you get Ryan!” You said with satisfaction and tossed the box on your bed and flopping down next to it. You were slightly breathless, mostly from running but also from kissing Van.
Kissing Van. The words felt foreign on your tongue.
It was Van. You rode on the pegs of his bike with your arms around his middle and his guitar strapped to your back. You shared smokes and music and he held your hair out of your eyes when you puked. You cuddled and rubbed his feet and washed his clothes and kept him and Larry fed.
You shouldn’t have liked it but you did. You liked how his lips felt against your lips. You liked the way his breathing sped with just a few pecks to the cheek. You liked the feeling of his pulse hammering under your palm. It was all so...good.
You fell asleep and dreamed of chocolate and oranges and smooth skin and chapped lips.
//
A few days later you were sitting at the bar with a couple of girls from your psych class doing shots of tequila in celebration of completing your exams. You licked the salt off the back of your hand and took the shot, your nose wrinkling in disgust. You hated tequila but this was your fourth shot of it in the last hour. You swayed in your bar stool and grabbed onto your friend Anna’s arm, laughing about nothing and everything. There was a little electric jukebox playing some old R&B that you were bopping along to. Other than your group of five friends there were probably only seven other people in the bar. You were sufficiently drunk and the bartender set a glass of water down in front of you followed by a shot of rum. You drank it. The room started to spin.
“Y/N,” Anna slurred, leaning onto you. “That guy is looking at you.” You followed her finger to where she was pointing. Leaning up against a pillar with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest was Van. You threw your arms in the air and called his name, shimmying out of the bar stool and wobbling as you landed on unstable legs and teetered over to Van. He met you halfway and you collapsed in his arms, trusting he’d catch you. He did. He held you to his chest and brushed some hair from your eyes.
“What’re you doin’ ‘ere?” You asked, blinking up at him blearily and smiling.
“You didn’t come home,” Van softly replied and smiled. At the moment you were more interested in his white cotton shirt and how it felt under your fingers. “Figured you’d be here. You’re usually home at five and we was gonna watch Guardians of The Galaxy.” Through your spinning mind you made sense of the words and cringed internally. You were supposed to pick up thai food and watch movies with Van all night, but you’d blown him off. You felt like a shitty friend.
“You’re not,” Van used his two fingers to angle your face up towards him, not realizing you’d voiced your thoughts. “I’m not bothered.” Your eyes filled with tears at the level of softness Van was treating you with. He usually did act this way when you were drunk but because you were so inebriated it tugged at your heart a little harder.
“Van,” You clutched his shirt in both hands and let your head fall forward into his chest. “You’re so good.” He chuckled and squeezed you a little tighter.
“Let’s get you home, Jaff,” He said and you nodded into his chest. With his arm around
your waist keeping you mostly upright, Van lead you back over to your friends who you said goodbye to and paid your tab despite your protests. When the two of you got outside he wrapped you up in your jacket and carried you bridal style to his car, depositing you in the passenger seat. Your head rolled forward as he buckled you in and he held your face in both hands.
“If you’re gonna throw up tell me, alright?” You nodded in his hands. “Alright.”
//
“Jaff.” You were disoriented and tried your hardest to open your eyes. You felt hands on your body, unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding under your thighs and behind your back, lifting you up into a sturdy chest. Your arms wrapped around a neck and you finally blinked your eyes open to see Van’s sturdy jaw. You moaned and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, trying to curl up into a ball which was impossible in his arms.
“Fuck, Jaff, you may be tiny but you’re heavy.” You giggled as he walked you into the building.
“Not small, you’re huge.” He laughed and readjusted you in his arms as you stepped into the elevator. “Okay Superman put me down.” He complied but kept his arms around you in a hug. You appreciated it. You appreciated everything about him. He walked you into the empty apartment.
“Larry?” You questioned into the quiet of the house.
“Kai’s.” You hummed and let him walk you to the bathroom
“Up,” He commanded, holding onto your hips. You jumped and he lifted you onto the counter next to the sink. His tongue poked out from between his lips as he cleaned your face with makeup wipes. You stared at him as he worked. He was... so beautiful. Why hadn’t you noticed before.
“Van.” You whispered, his eyes flicking up to your face. “You’re so pretty.” He chuckled and shook his head but you needed him to know just how you saw him. You reached up and held his face in your hands, dead serious now. “No Van, listen.” He licked his lips and nodded, encouraging you to continue. “Your eyelashes are like, super long,” You started to list. “And your eyes are so sparkly. You have such pretty lips and freckles on your nose.” Your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones, touching the little dots on his skin. “And I love you so much.” Van grabbed you by the wrists and pressed a kiss to your palm before dropping to his knees in front of you and untying your converse, tugging them off and dropping them to the tile floor.
“Let’s get you in bed.” You nodded and allowed him to deposit you in bed, on top of the covers. “I’ll be right back.” You whined but allowed him to untangle his limbs from you and disappear. You suddenly felt hot and you needed to not be hot. With a huff you unbuttoned your jeans and kicked them off, tugging your t-shirt and bra off and throwing it across your room. You spread your limbs out wide like a starfish in the middle of the bed with your eyes closed, comfy and cool, and waited for Van’s return.
“Okay painkillers, water, some crisps- Christ Y/N!” Van slapped his palm over his eyes and attempted to juggle the items in his hands. You giggled and sat up on your forearms. “Can you please put a shirt on.”
“Nope!” You chirped, filled with drunken energy suddenly. You sat up on your knees and threw your arms open, bare chested and giggly. Van sighed and moved his hand away from his face, keeping his eyes on his boots. He placed the items on the bedside table and started to move away.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
“No!” You fell forward and grabbed Van’s arm, falling into his chest, his arm going to your waist. “Give us a cuddle, Van?” You pouted and blinked up at him. “Please?” You heard him groan and bite his lip.
“Five minutes. And put a shirt on.” You squealed and released him, stumbling out of bed and towards your dresser. You grabbed the first soft thing you touched out and pulled it over your head. Coincidentally it was an old shirt of Van’s that you’d stolen so much he gave up on trying to take it back. You pulled it over your head and turned back to Van. He toed off his boots and slid under the covers, patting the empty space for you. You flopped down next to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, nose brushing against the column of his throat. His body went rigid and you almost pulled back until he turned on his side, deepening the embrace. You inhaled his deep scent and sighed, his hand going from your shoulder to your lower back.
“Van, just, like, cuddle me.” He chuckled and locked his arms around you, becoming more sure of his movements. He was in awe that you could be so drunk and so bossy at the same time. You tightened your hold, your lips brushing against his exposed collarbone. His breathing stuttered and, testing your luck, you pressed a solid kiss against his skin. He made no sound so you continued, just brushing your lips over his expanse of skin, lips touching his jugular. His breathing was becoming ragged but he was holding you tight against him. You twisted the cotton of his shirt and tugged, popping a couple of his buttons open, exposing more skin, becoming more forceful with your kisses. You kissed a trail up his throat, continuing the sweet torture on him. His adam’s apple bobbed when you nipped at the skin of it, feeling his pulse beneath your lips.
And then you reached the junction of where his jaw and throat met, and without warning you puckered your lips, sucking at his skin. Van gasped, his fingers pressing into your back as you continued to suck dark marks into his flesh. Your hand ran down the curve of his spine as Van waited for you to finish, the only noises echoing around your room being his heavy pants and suckling sounds. You pulled back to admire your work and smiled at his skin, shimmering with your saliva and and red spots blossoming against his skin. You hummed with satisfaction and nuzzled back into Van’s neck.
“Mine,” you mumbled into his warm flesh. “Alllllll, mine.” You felt his chin rest against the top of your head, his chest rising and falling quickly. Sleep took over almost immediately.
//
You stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, your head pounding despite the painkillers. Van was standing in just sweatpants in front of the stove, swearing as he attempted to scrape partially cooked pancakes out of a pan and onto a plate. You were mostly bare, just an old t-shirt of Van’s and some underwear. You didn’t remember getting home. You walked up behind Van and pinched the soft skin of his hip. He physically jumped away from you and cursed, holding his spatula up like a baseball bat.
“Jesus Christ it’s just me,” You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up onto the counter, taking the plate of partially cooked pancakes and setting it on your naked thighs. Van mumbled something under his breath and became very interested in his pancakes. “Thanks for getting me home last night,” You said and pulled off a piece of pancake that was more cooked than the rest of it. “And taking my makeup off.” He glanced up at you and shook his head. Weird. Van wasn’t normally this grouchy in the morning. “What’s wrong?” He shot you a look and grabbed the plate off your thighs, sliding more burnt and partially cooked pancakes onto it. “Jeez what’s up your ass this morning?” He looked at you like you grew another head and sighed.
“Nothin’,” He shrugged. “I’m good.” It was your turn to shoot him a look.
“Clearly you’re not or you’d tell me what was wrong.”
“I’m fine, Y/N.” He was using your actual name. That wasn’t good. You must’ve drunkenly said or did something. You sighed and twisted on the counter, reaching into the overhead cabinets behind you and producing the box of Jaffa Cakes. You slid one out.
“Here,” You said, offering it to him. “Consider it a peace offering for whatever I did wrong.” The corners of his mouth twitched up as he stared at the cake between your fingers. He bit into it and allowed you to feed it to him. The tension seemed to be letting up until Van turned his head to the side and you saw a dark purple hickey. The metallic taste of jealousy filled your mouth for a moment until the night came back to you in fragmented shards. Arms carrying you home. Holding Van’s face in your hands. Heat waves and bare chests. Sucking and kissing and lips brushing his skin.
“Oh shit,” You panicked. That’s why he was pissed. “I did that, didn’t I?” His hand flew up to prod at the love bite while you shook your head. “Van I’m -- Fuck --You know what, let’s just, uh, forget this ever happened.” You slid out another cookie into your palm. “Take it, please,” He stared at you. “Fuck Van I’m-”
He lurched forward, cupping your face in both hands and smashing his chapped lips against yours. Your frame went rigid and your eyes flew open as he kissed you, the pancakes and cookies totally forgotten about. You were so stunned you felt like you couldn’t move. Van took your lack of movement as rejection and pulled away, scratching the back of his head.
“I don’t wanna forget about it.” His lips were pink and his pupils were blown wide. He looked, well you were gonna say it, your childhood best friend looked fucking hot. The things running through your head failed to form cohesive thoughts so you just gaped at him. He sighed and turned away, muttering “Nevermind,” under his breath.
“Van,” You called softly, that being the only thought you could fully form. When he didn’t turn around to look at you you called to him again. “Ryan Evan Mccann.” He spun on his heel and glared at you. Good. You jerked your chin up at him. “Do it again.” His brow dropped into a frown.
“Look Y/N if this is some kind of joke to you-” You rolled your eyes as he spoke and tugged your-well his-shirt over your head and dropped it to the ground, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes bulged wide as you took in the expanse of your chest, fully exposed to him.
“Oh so now you’ll look at my tits.” His eyes flicked back up to your grinning face. “Come ‘ere.” He nodded and took a step towards you. You placed the box of Jaffa Cakes on the counter beside you. He took another timid step towards you, inching his way along until he was in front of you. You parted your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his mouth onto yours. Your ankles wrapped around his waist and his fingers held your hips, you pressed your naked chest into him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Your teeth gnashed together and it was awkward with haste, but at the same time perfect. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted to kiss him, and now the floodgates were open and you didn’t think you could stop. Quickly it became frantic, with lips getting pulled between teeth and Van exacting his revenge onto the skin of your throat, yours hips grinding into his as you moaned. When you pulled away for a gasping breath and Van’s mouth went to your breasts, your fingers threading through his hair, you spoke.
“I meant what I said before,” He grunted as he took a nipple between his teeth, desiring an explanation. You hissed and let your head roll back. “Please fuck me.” He froze and retracted his mouth from your flesh, looking at you. “Yeah, I want that.” You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly and nodded but didn’t move. You rolled your eyes and reached between the two of you and into his sweatpants, gripping his steadily swelling length. He groaned and grabbed the counter in both hands, his forehead pressing against yours as he watched your hand move against his flesh. He bit his lip, your palm rolling over the top of his pink head. Your unoccupied hand went to the back of his neck, keeping him pressed to you.
“F-Fuck,” He stuttered, eyelashes fluttering shut as he bucked into your hand. His fingers went from gripping the granite counter to pulling your panties to the side and slipping knuckle deep into you, thumbing at the bundle of nerves. You moaned his name as he steadily worked his way inside of you, you doing the same to him. The amount of times you’d heard stories about how good he was with his hands were proven as fact. He had your legs shaking in less than a minute with how he manipulated his fingers against you.
“Stop,” You panted, gripping his wrist and releasing his shaft. His eyes were half open as they met yours, he looked completely fucked out, and you were sure you didn’t look any better. “Want you,” You breathed, slotting your lips back against his.
“What are we doin’, Jaff?” He asked into your mouth, not hesitating despite the apprehension in his voice. Your hand that still held his wrist was brought up to your mouth, your tongue tracing over his fingertips before getting taken into your mouth. His eyes bulged out of his skull as you sucked yourself off his fingers. “Fuck me,” He whispered as you released him and slid off the counter. With a shimmy you kicked your panties to the side and turned away from him, arching your back and bracing your hands on the counter.
“If you haven’t noticed Van, that’s what I’ve been tryin’ to do.” He chuckled earnestly and bit at his lip.
“‘M serious. I don’t wanna be just friends with you.” You turned back around to look at Van with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah, I thought I made it obvious I didn’t want to either?” He smiled, warm and intimate despite the depravity of the situation at hand. “Now will you please, just, fuck me?” Another warm chuckle and he turned you back around,leaning over you and skimming the tip of his nose up your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as he planted a kiss on your right shoulder, biting down slightly on your flesh. You moaned. You could feel him fidget with his sweatpants for a moment and listened for the soft sound of them hitting the floor. Then his fingers were back inside you, working you open, his free hand splayed across your lower back. When he withdrew his fingers you whined, but the emptiness was quickly filled with him, pressing into you, stretching you so deliciously, making your knees go weak. He slowly pushed himself all the way in until your ass was pressed back against his hips and you’d draped yourself over the cool stone of the counter, unable to keep yourself upright. The draw back was even slower and you could feel every ridge, muscle, and vein of Van inside you and it was so intimate and felt so unbelievably good that your eyes rolled back into your head.
“Van,” You breathed and he hummed in response. “Harder.” He snapped his hips forward and you could feel him in your stomach. “Faster.” His palms went back to your hips to get a solid grip and he pounded into you so good that it felt like you were choking.
“Love,” He groaned, finding a steady pace that satisfied your needs and was something he could keep up with. “You’re squeezin’ me,” His voice was unlike how you’d ever heard it before and you could come just from that. “Fuck.” He released your hips and snaked one around your front and finding your nub, the other going to to your hair and pulling you up against him. You angled your head away from his face so he could lock his teeth onto your throat, rolling his fingers against your clit and hitting that spot inside you that made your back arch. You moaned his name like it was something holy. “Jaff I’m gonna-,” He grunted, slowing down considerably but rubbing your bundle of nerves faster.
“Yes, Van, fuck,” You turned your head over your shoulder and seeked his lips out with yours, your knees buckling. Van kept you upright as he finished you off, body going slack as his hips began to stutter. You could feel your orgasm shatter through your body, and it was so, so, so good you hardly even noticed Van coming deep inside you. He went to pull out but you wrapped your arm around him from behind, keeping him buried inside.
“Wait,” You gasped, not ready to be empty quite yet. Van nodded and kissed your throat, rubbing your tummy and just feeling you until you were ready to be released. You turned around and rested your back against the counter, watching him as he watched you.
“D’you mean it?” He asked, worrying the skin of his thumbs, a thing he often did when he was nervous. You looked down at the fluids running down the inside of your thighs and back to his face.
“You think I let any guy come in me?” His eyes went wide at your brashness, cheeks pinkened and a wispy chuckle left his throat. You punched his shoulder. “Nuh uh, I love you, Ryan.”
Van grinned at you with his crooked teeth, stepped forward, and planted a wet kiss on your lips. “I love you.”
You bent down and picked up his sweatpants, tossing them at his head. He caught them and you both redressed, just as you heard the front door unlock and Larry call out your names. He stopped when he saw you both in the kitchen exchanging guilty glances. He looked between the two of you for a moment.
“Did you two just fuck?” He didn’t even say it like a question though. Neither of you answered and Larry sighed. “Well it’s about time.” He kept walking into the house before calling over his shoulder, “Please just don’t fuck in the kitchen anymore. Highly unsanitary.”
SUMMARY | the beautiful van mccann watching his love getting off in the tub.
WARNINGS | all about the smut, my dudes.
A/N | ahh! enjoy this! i hope the anon who requested this, enjoys this! love you all!
Van hated recording late, especially when his incredibly beautiful girlfriend was all alone at home. Y/N didn’t mind -- she knew how important the music is to him. She was always completely alright with being home alone, him away on tour or recording. Time always found a way to slip away from her. Occasionally she’d be engrossed in a new book or tv show, the other times her mind wandered to daydream about Van’s obnoxiously long fingers.
This was one of those times. She couldn’t stop replaying the way his fingers felt inside of her in her mind. She remembered almost all of the details of those nights, even the way his face looked while he watched her from start to finish, though the ending was a bit fuzzy, the only thing her mind remembered was how intense the orgasm was, not the way his face looked. She went back to the night he first fingered her -- his hands so wonderful against her skin, peeling off clothing from her bottom half until there was nothing left. “Fuck,” she let out a low moan, “Keep going, Van.”
She didn’t know he was home. She didn’t even hear him come in the door, or even lean up against the doorframe of the bathroom. But nonetheless, he didn’t make a sound to let her know that he was here. He was too engrossed in how beautiful she looked, her eyes screwed shut, her body distorted under the water. She wasn’t anywhere near orgasm, her mouth wasn’t opened forming an “o” shape at all yet.
Van inched near the tub, leaning his arms on the edge of it. He rested his head on his arms, watching her up close. He wanted to reach out and touch her, help her, but he didn’t want to ruin her fun. Instead, he just kept watching her, blood rushing to his dick as she kept moaning his name, over and over. “Fuck, Van…”
God, how he loved to hear her moan. He didn’t realized he let out one himself until Y/N gasped, going to cover her body but realizing there was absolutely not point in doing so. “You gonna sit there and watch, or are you gonna touch me yourself?”
“As much as I’d love to touch you, darlin’, I’d rather watch you get yourself off.”
I have combined two requests for this fic as I am not 100% confident with my smut writing. Also the second request is from an anon who originally requested it from @storiesaboutvan . So thank you anon for passing your request on to me! Hope this is okay, sorry it's kinda short!
For any smut requests I receive from now on I will be passing them onto @mintyvan as she is incredible! And not just at smut. Check her out!! X
I feel so awkward about posting this oh man, smut is not my thing. I feel like it reads really awkwardly?? Idk.
Request: “hello! this isn't necessarily smut and idk how you feel abt writing smut but could you do a fix where *the reader* gives van a lap dance? like something intimate/sensual :)”
Request: "Okay not sure if this smut counts as kinky but hear this: Van seated on a chair, hands tied on his back. Therefore, he cannot touch the reader. She undresses him and herself, she's a tease. Obviously, consensual. Like they've been a couple for a long time and decided to try new stuff."
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You still remembered the first time you had sex with Van all those years ago in the untucked sheets of his tiny mattress that sat in the corner of his little bedroom at the BnB, hoping no one heard you. It was messy and chaotic teenage sex that was full of bad moves and awkward sounds, rushed actions and heavy breaths, teeth and tongue and everything in between. It was completely ungraceful and not at all poetic but it was passionate and it was the closest you and he could be physically and that was something profoundly important to the both of you.
One night, you and Van were curled up together in the bath like yin and yang, sat facing each other. You were laughing and flirting like there was no tomorrow and were treating yourselves to chocolate dipped strawberries. As the flirting escalated, you began to take turns lustfully detailing every little thing you wanted to do to the other. Between giggles and blushing cheeks, something that you loved you and Van still got with one another, you had both agreed it was time to change things up a little; try something new. Something sexy, intimate, sensual...the works. Van left it up to you to decide what that was.
While Van dried himself off after the bath, you’d drawn the curtains in the living room and cleared some space and set up a chair. You had an idea and weren’t sure if it’d work, but Van, who was unaware of your plan was a more than willing participant. You led him delicately by the hand into the room and sat him down on the chair. He followed your guidance, your heart was racing. Would he be into this?
“Okay so you know how we said we should spice things up a little? I have an idea...”
“Babe, I’m up for anything,” he replied, looking up at you, his eyes swimming with excitement. All these years and still a moment didn’t go by where you weren’t mesmerised by all the ways he looked at you.
You pulled his t-shirt over his head, your fingers trailing ever so slightly along his skin as you did so and threw it on the floor beside you. You then pulled a black ribbon from your back pocket and crouched down behind the chair. Your plan was to tie his hands so he couldn’t touch you; you’d tease the absolute shit out of him.
“Wha...?” He mumbled as you softly pulled his arms behind the chair.
“This is okay yeah?” You asked as you tied the ribbon around his wrists; ribbon because you didn’t want to hurt him.
“Yeah,” he replied in a husky voice. He was starting to get it.
You stood up and stood in front of him, a smirk plastered to your face.
“Wait here,” you said, blowing him a kiss. His chest puffed up and down in a deep breath. Men are so weak, you laughed to yourself.
You skipped out of the room and quickly changed into some simple black lace lingerie. Something sexy but not over the top. You looked yourself up and down in the mirror and even applied a little lip gloss which was totally out of the norm. Van didn’t care how you looked, least of all during sex; he always thought you were beautiful. But you were excited by the thought of exploring unknown territory with him so you felt like doing just that small thing for yourself too; the lingerie and the lipgloss.
You entered the room with a newfound sense of confidence and an aura of sexuality that teemed off you. As you entered from the door behind Van, he struggled to turn and look at you.
“Fuck, y/n...” he breathed as you strut past him; you knew you looked sexy. His eyes raked over your body slowly. He was taking in every inch of you as if he were memorising this moment and you could see his eyes grow hungry. It filled you with confidence and satisfaction to see him focus on every detail of you like that.
“You like?” You asked in a flirty tone as you stood between his legs, pushing them apart and resting your hands on this thighs, leaning into him.
“Do I ever...you look so fucking good,” he responded, licking his lips impatiently and staring longingly into your eyes.
You moved your face closer to his as if you were going to kiss him but instead of doing so, when you were millimetres away from his lips, you tilted your chin upright a little and looked down at him. The eye contact created a buzz of tension between you; that in itself was a turn on. You then moved your face to be by his neck, gently trailing your lips along his skin but not quite kissing it, breathing out warm air and sending shivers down his spine.
“Do you want me?” You whispered seductively into the hair by the nape of his neck. You could feel the muscles of his arms tense as if they wanted to vigorously break free from the ribbons already.
“Yes,” he shuddered beneath you.
“Well you’re gonna have to wait,” you smirked, standing up again. It felt like pulling apart two magnets that were longing to snap back together.
Van watched you with a pained look as you went to turn the light off and began striking matches. The crease of his brow and forehead told you he was struggling already, bless him. You carefully but quickly lit a dozen little tea light candles you’d placed around the room earlier, to set the mood. Van’s eye’s followed you wherever you went and you made sure to keep your eyes on him too over your shoulder. You couldn’t deny how sexy he looked right now. He sat slightly slumped in the chair, arms of course still bound behind his back and his lip bitten between his teeth. His hair was ruffled, messy after the bath and hanging into his eyes, no shirt and just in his worn black jeans with the band of his underwear peaking above. You licked your own lips unconsciously as you checked him out. Desire was inked into his face and the tension between the two of you was excruciating.
Once you’d lit the candles, you went back over to Van and slowly pushed between his legs again. The candles, being the only light in the room, created a warm and romantic ambience to the place. The flames made yours and Van’s skin glow a golden orange and the reflection in his eyes was heavenly.
This time you began to plant painfully slow kisses down his neck, sucking ever so slightly. You could feel him grow hard beneath you and a muffled moan rumbled in his chest already. You smiled against his skin and ran your hands over his body while you kissed now across his collarbone, taking your sweet time. He tipped his head back and his leg bounced in anticipation and probably frustration at not being able to break free and run his hands over you too. Van was always about giving, touching, feeling. Being unable to properly interact with you and your body was unnatural and painful for him, but still just making him want you more. Crouching, you moved your hands to his hips, running a thumb along the waistband of his underwear. You looked up at him, biting your bottom lip as you began to unbutton his jeans from down below. Van exhaled strongly.
“Christ y/n,” he whined, his mouth hanging open slightly and you grinned, pulling the jeans off down his legs.
You threw them aside impatiently and eased yourself onto his lap, straddling him. You traced your fingers up and down his arms softly, watching as goose bumps erupted under your touch. Van’s chest began to move up and down faster as he struggled more. You sat back into his lap, straddling him tighter, squeezing your legs into his hips. You then ran a finger down his chest, stopping just underneath his belly button and between the band of his underwear.
You reached for your bra strap and tucked your thumb under it, snapping it down on your skin. Van jolted ever so slightly at the sound and you smiled. His eyes were now glued to your chest, which was exactly what you wanted. You almost wished you could stop and take a photo of the look on his face.
Carefully, you ran your fingers over the bra, its lines and its lace. His eyes trailed your fingertips. It was one of those bras with the clip at the front so in one swift motion, you undid it and let it fall down your arms into the crease of your elbows, hanging. Van’s eyes widened at the sight of your exposed body. He looked as though he’d never seen you before; like it was the first time all over again. That in itself drove you crazy. You let the bra fall to the floor, residing amongst the pile of Van’s discarded clothing. You wanted more than anything to forget this whole thing and just pull him straight into bed with you.
But you didn’t give in that easily.
“Don’t you just wish...you could touch me...” you said quietly with a slight moan for the effect as you took your breasts in your hands and squeezed them gently, running your hands over your chest and down to your hips. You did what Van wished he could, but wasn’t able to do.
At that, he physically shifted under you, rocking the chair and whined, letting out a breath; he needed you. Now.
Just when you thought Van couldn’t take anymore, you leant into him with your arms around his neck that was now flushed pink and you could see the vein protruding from his skin. His necklace clung to his chest, sticking to the sweat. You began to gently grind on him and kiss his neck, nibbling at his earlobe. He let out a deep groan you felt the heat of his breath on your skin. The whole plan was to tease him, making him crumble; but you were struggling too. You underestimated your desire and you were aching for him. But you wouldn't even let yourself kiss him. You rolled your hips against his body and began to breathe raggedly. The two of your were quietly moaning in sync and your whole body felt like it was on fire you were so turned on.
"Untie me y/n," Van growled, almost begging. You pulled back and looked at him; he had small beads of sweat on his forehead, his hair was ever so slightly damp on the tips. His lips were bright pink from him biting and licking them so much. You shivered at the sight of him.
You couldn't control yourself anymore; you crashed your lips onto his and firmly pressed your chest against him. You were both slicked in a thin layer of sweat and you ran your hands desperately through his hair. Both you and Van were beyond the point of teasing being a turn on, you stood up and felt your underwear completely drenched. As you frantically untied the knots around Van's wrists and he was visibly shaking in the chair. Once the ribbon was loose, he pulled away violently and stood up, knocking the chair to the ground and pushed you against the closest wall. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply, running one hand down your body hungrily, as if he were trying to make up for the lost time.
“Fuck...” you moaned quietly.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Van rasped with a slight laugh between kisses.
“That was the point,” you breathed.
You melted under his touch and your back arched as he wedged his knee between your thighs. The tension between the two of you spiralled out of control and before things escalated any further in the living, you guided him urgently to the bedroom as if you were about to implode unless you and he became one.
ladies and gents and all of my non binary friends:
i might be thinking about making this a catfish fanfic blog. i have a couple of things already written and i was thinking of dropping them. esp cause catfish is back, i’m refreshed and inspired, and the good sis’s @saintmccann and @storiesaboutvan aren’t really writing anymore. i will be here to fill the void bbs. lemme know what y’all think.
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.
SUMMARY | ice play and blindfolds always make for a good time.
WARNINGS | smut and swearing
A/N | here’s the second installment of ‘inexperienced’! i hope you enjoy it, and i’m terribly sorry the ending is kind of shit. i wrote a really fucking good version before google docs decided it wasn’t important enough to save. enjoy!
PART TWO OF FIVE IN THE ‘INEXPERIENCED’ SERIES / PART ONE X
He liked the sex they had a few weeks ago. In fact, he liked it so much that he often had dreams about it. He remembered how good it felt, pushing her hips down with his hands so she wouldn’t move. He wanted to venture more ― see what else he could try. He didn’t go out and research what he could all try, what would be the fun in that? He had a lovely girlfriend with fantasies that run wild everywhere. He’d wait until she came home and ask what she had in mind as well, aside from him fucking her really hard.
But she wouldn’t come home until the middle of the night, Van’s eyes slowly adjusting to the lights being turned on. “Shit, did I wake you up, babe?”
“A bit, was waiting for you, love.” He spoke with a raspy voice, his hands finding her lower back. His arms were loosely wrapped around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. Her hands rubbed his back, pulling away from him.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” She said quietly, Van’s head nodding lightly. He followed Y/N’s leading hand into their bedroom. She turned to him and pulled his shirt off of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Lift your arms for me, please.”
Next to go were his pants, leaving on his socks and underwear. He did the little kid grabby hands thing, wanting Y/N to come to bed. She chuckled, throwing on a sweatshirt of Van’s. Her bare legs felt warm against Van’s undeniably cold feet. She didn’t understand how someone so warm, could have such cold feet and hands. But nonetheless, she left his feet be, not caring about the way they felt against her skin. She pulled his body into hers, his head finding a home on her chest, his ear pressed against the skin where her heart would be hidden behind her ribcage. His arms, yet again, loosely wrapped around her middle, occasionally running his thumb over the skin on her hips. “Missed you.”
She would have to wake up earlier than him in the morning, disappearing off to work to spend her day answering phone calls. She had to shower, get ready and get out as quietly as possible. Van needed all the sleep he could get. Y/N didn’t mind her job, anything to keep her busy while Van was away on tour. She quickly placed a kiss high on his cheekbone and left.
Van woke up around three-thirty, wondering if people could really sleep for that long. His body needed it more than anything, getting three hours of sleep at least every night was not good for him. He was the lead singer, he should be getting six to eight hours, letting his body replenish itself while he slept. Thankfully, Catfish were taking a break, writing songs for their fourth album. This meant for the next year, he could do festivals and still spend loads of time with his girlfriend. And that’s when he face palmed, realizing he forgot to ask her about trying new things. He grabbed his phone, pressing the call button next to Y/N’s name.
"Hey, can we talk when you get home tonight?" Van asked into the phone, licking his lips afterwards. His hold on the phone was practically a death grip. He was so scared of even talking about it. Was she going to think he was weird?
"Sure thing! May I ask what we're going to be discussing?" Her voice rung through the phone, Van's cheeks becoming pink. He was blushing, not knowing who was listening. He hesitated before finding his voice.
"I just wanted to talk to you about trying new things."
"What new things?" She fucking knew what he was talking about. Her pen was tucked between her teeth, biting on it as she smiled. She knew Van would become flustered, either mad or just plain embarrassed.
"Like… sexual new things. I liked what we did three weeks ago. I wanna do that again… but more. I wanna try different things than that."
"Okay, baby. We'll talk about that when I get home, alright? I should be there around four." They said goodbye and hung up. He was super fucking nervous. Van loved Y/N more than anything, so he trusted her with every fiber of his being. She could quite honestly bring anything new to the table, and he'd get down on his knees and beg for her to touch him. Was she going to ask him to do that? Was he going to have to beg for something?
His imagination wandered while he waited for her to come home. What would she make him beg for? Would he have to beg her to let him cum, or was she not going to control that? Would he have to beg to touch her, or please her? Fuck, his mind was being filled with dreams of what could possibly happen. He loved every second of it. It excited him -- even talk of trying new things made him lightheaded, every drop of blood draining from his head. It all rushed to his dick, his thoughts rearranging into fits of fantasies being played out like a movie in his head. Oh how he wished he could touch her skin in this moment.
His hands would run over every inch of skin they could, drinking in her every curve. His lips would find their way to the valley of her breasts, kissing the skin until he reached her nipple. He'd take it into his mouth, the other hand occupying the untouched breast, kneading it in his hand. He'd swirl his tongue around the bundle of nerves, hearing his beautiful babygirl moan louder than before. He loved hearing her moan, the way she melted into his touch, and called out his name…
"Van? Baby, I'm home! Can we talk now?" She called through the apartment, Van snapping out of his thoughts. Fuck, think of anything gross… old ladies naked in the shower kissing old, naked men, he thought, scrambling to try and make his erection disappear. It helped, for the most part, it was going to be hide a semi when all he wears is skinny jeans. "Hey, baby, I missed you! How was your day?"
"Y/N, is it alright if we just cut to the chase? I'm really fucking nervous." He admitted, walking over to her in the kitchen. He leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded, softly kissing his cheekbone. "I really, really liked three weeks ago. I didn't know that… that stuff could feel good, you know? Always been in my little world… I'm ready to see the rest of it. I want you to show me the rest of it."
"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up a bit. She was excited to hear this, a long, long list accumulating as they spoke. There were so many things she'd like to show him, and also try herself. "Well, we're going to start out small, if that's okay? I don't want to overwhelm you on the first try."
"Yeah, that actually sounds really nice. What are we starting with, and can we start today?" He asked quietly, looking down at his bulge. Y/N smiled, bringing his face to hers. She nodded, kissing him again. "Are you gonna tell me what it is, love?"
"That'd be too easy. Just let's go get you undressed, shall we?" She smirked, taking Van's hand. She lead him up to the bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of their bed. She slowly unbuttoned every single one on his shirt, agonizingly slow. She pushed the button up off of his shoulders, letting him take it off the rest of the way. Her hands danced over his pectoral muscles, drawing swirls inside the patch of chest hair. She usually didn't like chest hair, hating the way it would interfere with her trailing kisses down torsos, but on Van, it was actually fucking sexy. She loved every hair on his body.
Next to go were his pants, Y/N left Van to remove, them, settling back down on the bed once again. She made him move towards the headboard, pulling out one of the black ties Van owned. It was strange - seeing him in it for the first time, but he looked so good, she dragged him by the tie around all night. Her body secretly wished that she would be tied up with it while he fucked her senseless. "What you doin' with those babe?"
"Goin' around your eyes so you can't see anything, is that alright with you, or do you want to wait?" He shook his head, as he thought before, he would want to do anything she wanted to.
"I'd do anything with, and for, you." He admitted, feeling the silk of his tie begin to wrap around his head. He couldn't see anything, his world becoming pitch black. He was nervous, again, to say the very least. She'd told him that she'd be right back, going to grab something before they'd start. And when she came back, he barely heard a thing. His hands were behind his head, supporting it as if he'd been watching television. "Babe? Are you there?"
"I'm here, baby," she held her hand out to him, touching his hip. He'd been left in his boxers, Y/N snapped the band of them against his skin. "I'm gonna start now, okay? I want you to guess what it is, alright?"
"Okay," his voice was shaky. He wanted to move, change into a position that made him more vulnerable, but he felt he was already there. Her left hand reached for him, her right holding an ice cube in her hand. She quickly put it in her mouth, hovering over his body. He gasped, feeling the coolness against skin. She started on his neck, dragging it up and down wherever she could. The ice cube began to melt even more against his hot skin, but he loved every second of it so far.
“What is it, baby?”
“I-Ice,” she nodded, remembering that he wouldn’t be able to see. Instead, her answer was pushing another ice cube in her mouth, bringing her lips to his this time. She pushed the melting ice cube into his mouth, letting it fully melt. She got off the bed, drinking a little bit of the water in the cup of ice she had on the bedside table. Van didn’t know where she went, he couldn’t see anything, but he could still feel that she was in the room. She found a place to sit down on the bed, resting between his legs after she pushed them apart. Her mouth kissed his torso everywhere, slowly moving further south. Her lips occupied his collarbones while she played with the waistband of his boxers. He whined, bucking his hips up to meet her hand, “Baby, please.”
She dipped her hand below his waistband, grabbing him with her hand, beginning to pump him slowly at first. If anyone could see him, his eyebrows would be furrowed, his eyes screwed tight. His mouth hung open, the sight before Y/N more beautiful than anything she’d ever seen before. Her mouth would soon replace her hand though, making Van’s moans echo throughout the room, after she fully removed his boxers, tossing them by his pants and shirt, wherever they were. She loved the sound of him - his moans had always been the sexiest things she’d ever listened to.
He was afraid he was enjoying it too much, mouth fucking her, his dick hitting the back of her throat. He pulled the blindfold off, wanting to see that she was alright. Her mouth left his body, her hand taking its spot for the moment. “Van, you’re all good, okay? This is about you right now, about making you feel good. Okay?”
“O-Okay, fuck,” he groaned once her mouth regained its rightful place. He was putty in her hands. From the minute he felt the ice against his skin, to right fucking now. He was entirely hers; mind, body, and soul would always completely belong to her. His moans gradually were getting louder, his eyes flickering down to where she was. His hands made fists into the duvet on their bed, his stomach tensing. He was close, Y/N knew it too. He didn’t know if it was alright to cum in her mouth, was it? “Babe -”
He went to pull her face from his hard-on, but she shook her head around him, making Van moan once again. He whispered as he felt his release right on the edge, “Oh God. Oh, fuck me, fuck, fuck.” He came in her mouth, Y/N swallowing all of it before grabbing a drink of water. She smiled over at Van, kissing his lips. “Thank you for that, darlin’. I really liked that.”
“I’m glad. Wanna shower?”
“No, it’s your turn now, or is that not okay? Don’t you wanna be able to cum too?” She nodded, biting her lip. He pulled at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He used one hand to unbutton her jeans, the other unclasping her bra. It was honestly amazing how good he was at multitasking. She pulled off her pants, throwing them wherever. She got on the bed, her back against the mattress. She smiled as Van’s mouth found her neck. “I’m not gonna use the ice, okay? Way to horny for that shit right now.”
“All good,” she chuckled, letting Van’s lips relax her. He kissed everywhere, his mouth falling between her breasts. He kissed his way to one nipple, wrapping his mouth around it. The other breast was occupied by a hand massaging it, making a moan fall from Y/N’s lips. He switched his position, littering kisses all over her other breast before making his way towards her womanhood. He pressed kisses above and below her navel, putting his hand on her hips, meeting her underwear. He began to pull them down slowly, pressing kisses to the skin that was new to the air in the room.
He tossed her underwear with the rest of the clothing, putting her legs on his shoulders. He kissed her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to where she needed him. He started off slow, putting his flat tongue on her before be would speed up, his tongue drawing figure eights on her clit. His tongue focused on her clit, one finger slipping into her. One finger soon became two, which soon became three. Her moans could probably be heard throughout the whole house. Her hands found themselves in his hair, tugging at his roots, bringing his face up to hers. It stung, but he liked it, hissing at the contact. His mouth molded against hers, both of them moaning into each other’s mouth.
“Faster, Van, please.” She whined, bringing her hips to meet his hand, grinding against it. He complied, picking up the pace. Her hands were still in his hair, still tugging on it, her hips moving erratically as she began to orgasm. She brought her mouth onto Van’s, his body pressing against hers. She loved every second of it, as did he. “Holy shit, babe.”
“Holy shit is right,” Van laughed, lying next to Y/N on the bed. “We’ve gotta try more of this stuff. If you ever cum that hard again, I’ll probably just off by looking at ya.”
WARNINGS | not complete smut, but kind of smut, you know? swearing.
A/N | this is kind of sucky, so i can understand if you don’t like it lol anyways have a nice night everyone
His eyes almost fell out of his head. As soon as the words left Bondy’s mouth, Van’s cheeks became red. Y/N just smiled and climbed over from her spot on the floor, her hands using Van’s shoulders to guide her onto his lap. He could still hear the sounds coming from the living room, music pounding throughout the house, people talking loudly, terrible off-key singing to whatever song was playing, but it seemed like his vision wasn’t working. At least, not in the way that he wanted it to.
He didn’t focus his eyes on the way her hips began to grind into him, but her face. His eyes scanned over every inch of her face, down to every freckle and every little detail he could. He didn’t want to think about how good her hips felt on his. He didn’t want to even think about the way her hands played with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He thought he probably looked like a fucking tomato with the way her lips were occupying his neck.
Her shirt was the next to go. He didn’t want to stare at her and make her uncomfortable, but the staring was worse. “Van, please, stare at my chest before I put your head there.” And he did as he was told. Her bra was honestly the best thing in the world to him right now. Both of his heads thought so, one more powerfully thinking than the other. He didn’t realize that she had made his hand grab her hips until he found himself gripping them, pulling him farther down on himself. Both of them were close some sort of release, Van’s closer than hers. Her lips were on his neck, leaving hickeys wherever they went.
“If you don’t… slow down, it’s….. I mean, I’m not….”
“Just fucking cum, Van. You can make it up to me.”
