Not written anything for what feels like forever and it feels good to actually get a few words out!
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You're feeling pleased with this unexpected turn of events as you cross the room and climb back onto the bed, settling against the soft pillows. Johnny takes a seat at the end of the bed, his eyes falling on the discarded paperback. He chuckles, nodding towards it.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here? You really abandoned dinner to come back to your room and read smutty fiction all alone?"
You laugh, shaking your head. "That certainly wasn't my intention... but then quite a lot about tonight's been unexpected."
You wonder if Van's filled him in on what happened in the ladies bathroom after your display at the table. The thought of them discussing you so crudely like that thrills you.
"Ahh yes, the little... distraction at the table earlier. I do hope my gift had the desired effect, hmm?"
As he talks he sets about pouring a sizeable glass of wine which he passes to you before topping up a glass for himself.
You accept it gratefully, taking a sip as you peer at him over the rim, your lips pulling into an exaggerated sulky pout. "Well... if you're asking if I got fucked yet, then the answer's no!"
The hearty laugh that bursts from Johnny chases away your pout.
"Straight to the point as usual... subtlety's not your strong point is it love?"
You shrug, smirking as you fix him with a look, entirely unapologetic. "You asked! And you know I'm not one to shy away from telling it like it is."
"You're not kidding," he grins, taking another sip as his eyes slip down to where your bare legs stretch out on the bed between you. "So what happened when you left the table then? Didn't you get what you wanted? Van leave you high and dry again, huh?"
You pause to look thoughtful for a second, letting your index finger trail around the rim of your glass. "You mean he didn't tell you? I thought you two shared everything?"
You don't miss the flicker of heat that comment ignites in his eyes.
"Maybe he did tell me... but maybe I want to hear it from you..."
He shifts on the bed, his free hand coming to rest lightly on your ankle, thumb stroking a gentle warmth on your skin. You shiver, involuntarily. Johnny notices, smirking softly as he watches you.
"Aww poor baby... night one and you're touch-starved already?"
Summer holiday balcony sex // it’s really dirty ☀️❤️☀️
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It's hot. That cloying kind of heat that clings to you like a stifling blanket, the air thick with a choking mugginess that makes it hard to settle and impossible to sleep.
You elongate your limbs in a feline stretch as you roll over in bed, causing your boyfriend's hand which had been draped over your hip to fall away. You'd normally be pressed up tightly against him as you slept but you'd naturally pulled apart tonight, so hot and sticky that you couldn't bear the additional warmth of each other's body heat.
You're both naked, having shed every layer to try and find respite from the unrelenting heatwave but it's inescapable. You toss and you turn, the thin linen sheets sticking to your clammy skin, cursing the fact that the air conditioning unit in your holiday apartment had decided to pack up working tonight of all nights. Just when the punishing temperatures had risen to a unprecedented peak, transforming the balmy nights into something wholly unbearable.
A breeze whispers into the room through the open balcony doors, it's still warm but it's a tiny reprieve and you instinctively rise up from the bed, turning towards the source. Van stirs on the bed at your movement but he doesn't wake, he just lets out a soft snore through his slightly parted lips, his long limbs spread-eagled out on the crumpled sheets. You take a moment to admire him, the way the silvery glow of the moonlight catches his striking features, the light sheen of sweat glistening on his naked skin. You consider climbing back on to the bed to rouse him from the depths of sleep with a few strategically placed kisses, but again you feel the tantalising Mediterranean breeze caressing your skin and the temptation for relief from the humid atmosphere in the apartment bedroom is just too strong.
The night is quiet save for the distant muted sounds of late-night revellers spilling out of bars on the main strip. You'd purposely booked this apartment complex a few streets away from the hustle and bustle, favouring a quieter spot tucked away, an idyllic slice of Iberian paradise where the two of you could kick back and reconnect after your busy lifestyles had taken their toll.
You step forward but hesitate on the threshold when you realise that you've not picked up your silk robe to wrap around your naked frame, but then in an uncharacteristic rush of boldness you shuffle forwards anyway. A thrill sparks in you as you quickly glance around, surveying the quiet neighbouring apartments shrouded in darkness. It doesn't look like there's any signs of life, but that's not to say that another guest won't see you out here, completely naked, standing on your apartment balcony, bold as brass. You giggle quietly to yourself. You're certainly not a prude but it's not at all like you to be so daring. There's just something about the idea that someone might catch sight of you like this that's kind of turning you on. Not to mention that it feels totally liberating.
Emboldened by your braveness you step even further out, placing your hands on the railing and looking out into the night. It's a beautiful view in the daytime but somehow it's even more breathtaking now, almost magical the way that the luminescence from the moon's glow coats everything in a silvery lustre. Crickets chirrup in the grasses below you, palms sway gently in the breeze and the pool water below shifts lazily like cascading sequins.
"Bloody 'ell! What you doing out 'ere starkers?"
Van's shocked voice suddenly cuts through the peaceful quiet, making you jump. You hadn't even realised that he'd woken up. You whirl around quickly, instinctively covering yourself with your hands even though you're not usually shy around him.
"I was just getting a bit of air... it's too hot to sleep. I... forgot my robe..."
You can see his lips quirk up into a smile as his eyes trail down over your nakedness. "I'm not complaining love... just wasn't expecting it, that's all. I didn't have you pegged as an exhibitionist!"
He folds his hands across his chest, leaning back against the door frame, still appraising you.
"I'm not!" You protest, giggling, letting your hands fall to your sides to allow Van's eyes to roam over all of you. Predictably they do.
"Really? So you're not out here flashing the neighbours then? You'll give that old guy we saw round the pool earlier a heart attack if ya not careful!"
You allow him a mischievous grin, pushing your shoulders back as you rest an elbow on the railing to lean against it. It's a casual pose even though you feel anything but, worrying that Van's loud voice might draw attention to you both up here. He's naked too, although he'd be partially hidden from prying eyes by his proximity to the apartment doorway. You, however, would be on full display.
"Keep your voice down!" You whisper, still giggling. "No one's out here to see anyway. And I'm definitely not an exhibitionist... not like you!"
His eyes widen as he presses a hand against his chest. "Me? Never!"
"Yes you," you smirk back at him. "What was that in the pool earlier? 'Oh whoops, my trunks seem to have just slipped off!' Yeah, right!"
You indicate the water below you, replaying the humorous scene in your mind from earlier when Van was bragging about his diving skills and had pleaded with you to watch him. How he'd plunged into the pool skilfully only to surface moments later holding aloft his swimming trunks that had somehow become completely separated from his body. The gasps of surprise from two middle-aged ladies who undoubtedly got an eyeful as Van had whirled his trunks around his head proudly whilst you'd captured the whole hilarious incident on camera.
"I told you those trunks were too big when ya bought 'em for me," he sniggers.
You shake your head, trying to stifle more laughter. "Bloody liar... they fit perfectly. You just love getting your kit off in public. Reckon you get a kick out of it."
Van pushes his body off from the doorframe, taking a step towards you. "Says the girl standing out here with not a stitch of clothing on for all the world to see..."
You straighten up to lean with your lower back against the railings as he approaches, looking up at him with a glimmer of a challenge in your eye. "Well... you're not exactly fully dressed, are you?"
He comes to a stop just inches away, looking down on you. "Maybe we're both as bad as each other then." His hands move forward simultaneously to grip the railings on either side of your hips, caging you in. Your breath catches as he presses his body forward and your hips meet. "Maybe we're both turned on by the risk... the thought that someone could catch us at it... the thought that someone could be watching us right now..."
His whispered words take that low and sultry tone he uses when he's trying to seduce you, and boy does it work. You stay quiet, looking up at him through your lashes, purposefully coyly as he moves a hand to catch your jaw, wrapping his fingers only gently around your throat. Your pulse quickens.
"I think maybe you'd quite like that... am I right?"
"It does kinda turn me on," you admit, pressing your pelvis forward to lightly grind against him, the unmistakable feeling of his stiffening cock setting off a glow of heat at the apex of your thighs. "But we can't do anything out here... there's no way. Anyone could see..."
Even as the words leave your mouth you're aware that they carry no conviction. You're already flicking through scenarios of what might happen, imagining his hot breath panted against your skin, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he spread them wide and took you right here and now for the whole world to see if they cared to look.
"We can do whatever we like babe," he breathes, lips hovering just inches above yours as he leans over you, pressing your body back against the railings so it arches up towards him. "I could turn you around right now and have you over this balcony if you wanted me to. Fuck into you nice and slow and deep, make you moan out loud for me so everyone knows just how good it feels. Would you like that, huh?"
"Oh my god," you gasp, arousal pooling between your thighs as he pushes his hips against you even harder, his now hard cock trapped between your two bodies. The stickiness of the heat just makes everything seem more charged, the slickness from your combined sweat creating a delicious slippery friction between you.
"Come on love," he urges, his fingers flexing around your throat, squeezing firmly enough to give that pressure you crave, tempting you further. "Wanna fuck you so bad... right here, right now."
It's shameless, the effect he has on you. The way your body reacts almost autonomously to his attentions. You're insatiable for him and he's only too eager in his mission to try and sate you, the perfect partners in crime. With no further encouragement you're already twisting your body, letting him spin you around so your hips are now pushed firmly against the hard metal, prone against it as he slides a foot against one of yours, nudging your legs wide apart. There's a small ledge that you've stepped up to balance on, bringing you up to the perfect height to be aligned with him.
His hands skate over your hips, curling around them, tightening their grip as he pulls you back to grind against him. Your skin's so hot, on fire, burning with the same feverish desire that's simmering between your thighs.
"Van..." you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, feeling the sharp jut of his hips. "Need you..."
His lips go to your neck, sucking hot, wet kisses, his teeth nipping at your skin with a pressure that makes you gasp. "I'm here baby... I got you."
One of his hands snakes forward from your thighs, the roughness of his calloused fingers brushing against your folds, making you shudder. He's in no mood to tease tonight, two of his skilful fingers easing straight into you knuckle deep, twisting and scissoring inside you, working you open for him.
"You're so wet for me already," he mutters into the skin of your neck. "Is this what it does to you eh? The thought that someone could be out there, watching us?"
"Yeah," you whimper needily, your hands tightening their grip on the metal railings as he pushes his fingers even deeper inside, seeking that heavenly spot that makes you mewl for him.
"You dirty girl," he chuckles throatily, thrusting his fingers in and out, again and again, sliding so easily against your slick heat, your knees knocking against the balcony wall. "We'll give 'em something to watch then shall we?"
God, how you love the feel of his fingers inside of you. They're so long and slender, and he knows how to use them so well. How to angle them just right to make you clench around him, when to add another digit, the precise curve to curl them at to make your legs shake. You're already moaning softly for him when all of a sudden he withdraws them, making you whine from the loss of fullness for a second until they're replaced by the head of his cock, velvety smooth and hard as rock, begging for entrance.
He mutters your name as his thick shaft nudges into you. He feels so big in this position it almost feels like he could split you in two. You bite down hard on your lip to stifle a choked cry, tasting something metallic. He pushes into you with purpose, filling you up until you're sure you can feel him in your stomach.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck," you hiss, loving the burn of the stretch, knowing that after this you'll be able to feel him for days. He stills inside you, letting you become accustomed as your walls clench and flex around him, his body curved tightly over yours, enveloping you.
"Feels so good... so perfect... you're so fucking tight babe," he utters, his mouth hot on the skin of your shoulder, his teeth sinking lightly into your flesh as he pulls his hips back and sinks into you again.
His thrusts are slow and languid, unhurried and precise, a throaty groan emanating from him each time he bottoms out. It feels blissful but you crave something darker and more urgent, desire dulling your usual hesitance, the notion of being taken roughly in this most compromising of positions chasing away your inhibitions.
"Fuck me hard... please," you beg, elongating your neck to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder, bracing your body for what's to come.
"Oh babe," he growls into your neck, fingers digging harder into your hips as he draws back to thrust into you again. "I'll fuck you so hard everyone in this apartment block's gonna know my name by morning."
His hips suddenly piston against you with force, a choked whine bursting from you from the impact, your own hips knocking harshly against the railings. It feels so good, so raw, so fierce. One of his hands darts up to curl around your throat, pinning you up tightly against his body, the other slips down to rub messy circles around your clit.
The muggy heat of the night is oppressive and thick, your bodies drenched with sweat. You're trapped between his rutting hips and the unrelenting metal railings, gripping on to them for dear life as he takes control of your body, on display for anyone who might care to look up on this most beautiful clear and cloudless night. The sky's deep ink with an array of softly twinkling stars, like diamonds have been scattered across black velvet.
Your body jolts each time he pounds into you, the stillness of the night punctuated by his gravelly grunts of exertion and the slap of his sweat soaked hips colliding with yours. His strokes get deeper, harder when you beg him keenly for more.
"Oh god yeah... just like that," you whimper, unable to stem your sounds of pleasure, your tits bouncing as he slams into you, your mind fracturing as his cock butts up against your g spot with blissful precision over and over.
He knows you're close already, he can feel the tell-tale tremors in your body, the way your cunt clenches tightly around his cock, milking his own oncoming high. You're both lost in each other, minds fogged over with how good it feels, unmindful of where you are, and how public it is, and how fucking loud you're both being.
"Ah fuck... ‘m gonna come... can't hold on," he groans, his fingers flicking quick, slippery strokes over your sweet spot, your hips grinding back into his pelvis each time he slams into you. You're chasing your orgasm, desperate and needy as you feel a spark of white hot pleasure ignite deep down in your core.
And then it's too much all at once, his tightened grip on your throat, the feel of him hot and hard and pulsing inside you, his impassioned groans in your ear as he lets himself go. You feel something stretch taut and snap in an explosion of shuddering bliss, your knees going weak as he secures you tightly against his body, fucking up into you with a few final thrusts as you feel his release spurting deep inside.
He slumps heavily against you, heart thundering against your spine as your head hangs between your shoulders, panting whilst you catch your breath.
"Jeez, it's so fucking hot," he breathes out heavily, pressing a kiss to the damp, sticky skin of your shoulder. "Feel like I'm gonna pass out after that."
"Tell me about it, I feel so faint... and I think my legs are gonna give way in a minute!"
You laugh shakily, feeling him start to soften inside as he pulls out, the warm trickle of his seed immediately coating the inside of your thighs.
"Ughh I need a shower so bad," you add, turning around in his arms to reach up and plant a small kiss on his jaw, then his cheek, then his full lips which are pulled into the widest, cheekiest grin. "You certainly look happy with yourself," you observe, smiling back, draping your hands over his shoulders to support yourself on your shaky legs.
"Of course I'm happy, I'm on holiday with my gorgeous girlfriend, I'm having the best time, life's pretty much perfect right now..." he pauses, his smile getting even wider and more mischievous, his eyebrows dancing upwards in amusement. "And... even better... I've just discovered another one of your kinks."
"What the hell you talking about?" You giggle, trying to inch Van back into the privacy of your apartment after your wanton display out here on the balcony, your shyness trickling back as the heat of passion subsides.
"Fucking in public places," he announces proudly and loudly, yelping as you slap your hand hard against his bare chest, urging him to "shhhh be quiet, will you?"
"I knew it," he continues, undeterred as you both stumble back into the airless apartment. He catches hold of your hand and starts tugging you towards the bathroom. "I knew you had a thing for it! When you dragged me off to the toilets at that party at Benji's the other night you were like a bloody wild animal!"
You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh I hardly had to drag you... you were well up for it."
"I'm sure everyone knew what we were up to," he chuckles as you both make for the shower, bare feet slapping on the tiled floor. He reaches in and twists the tap, sighing at the relief of the cool water which quickly cascades down on you both as you quickly step in. "And I'm always up for it with you... and I gotta admit, it is a proper rush doing it in risky places. Like the thrill of someone catching you at it just makes it a million times hotter."
"That's exactly it!" You agree, then you bite back a shy giggle, your cheeks glowing with embarrassment. "And I know it sounds really weird, but it kinda turns me on thinking that someone could be watching us... like secretively... oh god now I've said it, it sounds well bad!"
You raise your hands up quickly to hide your scarlet cheeks which are glowing furiously but Van quickly pulls them away, his eyes widening in delighted surprise. "You're a proper kinky bitch you are Y/N! It's all coming out now!"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I just admitted that!" You drop your head down, laughing, embarrassed, but Van won't let you hide away, his hands cupping your cheeks, tipping your face upwards.
"No... no... don't be shy, I love it!" He grins, shaking his head, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "You know, we still have six days left of this holiday... and who knows what mischief we could get up to." His hands curl around your hips as he manoeuvres you in the small shower cubicle until your back's pressed up against the tiles, an exaggerated thoughtfulness on his features as you can see the cogs turning in his mind. "There's the swimming pool, and those little beach huts... and the actual beach of course... I've always wanted to shag on the beach. There's those sand dunes along that stretch behind the apartments..."
You laugh, scrunching up your face as your thoughts go to an awkward fumble with an ex on a beach in Devon years ago. "You don't want to shag on the beach... trust me... the sand... it gets everywhere!"
Then you're both laughing out loud, blurting out ridiculous places, each one more daring and impractical than the last, trying to outdo each other as you wash away the heat of the night.
I realised this silly little Halloween headcanon has been sat in my drafts since October 🎃 Need to finish off the rest of these too… maybe in time for next Halloween!
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You're buzzing with excitement for Halloween. It's your favourite holiday and you usually go all out. You get kitted out in full fancy dress, decorate your house with candles, fake cobwebs and pumpkins, give out sweets to trick or treaters in the neighbourhood, and then there's your favourite tradition... the scary movie marathon. You've been trying to get Van on board for the whole of October but he seems totally uninspired by your enthusiasm.
"Halloween's just a load of commercial crap. You can do what you like but leave me out of it. It's for kids."
That doesn't put you off. You fix him with a challenging glare when you set him a dare that you know will test his bravado.
"Okay then Mr Tough Guy, if it's just for kids then you won't be too scared to watch some horror films with me on Halloween night will you?"
He smirks back at you with amusement. "Films aren't scary love, the real monsters are out there on the streets. I should know, I deal with them day in, day out."
You pick the films carefully, a slow-burn creepy one to start with followed up by an action-packed slasher movie full of jump scares, then an all-out gore-fest as a finale that apparently had critics walking out of theatres in terror at screenings. You can't wait to see Van's reaction.
The evening starts off uneventfully. Van seems unfazed by the spooky happenings on-screen. He lounges on the sofa beside you, perfectly relaxed and chuckling smugly every time you stiffen beside him at a suspenseful part.
"It's only a film love, no need to be so jumpy."
The second film however sees him shifting restlessly in his seat. You don't miss the way the hand placed on your thigh twitches and flexes every so often, the way he glances over uneasily at the darkened corners of the room when you pause the film for a snack break.
"Looking a bit peaky there," you giggle playfully. "Not getting scared are you?"
He scoffs at your teasing, gesturing at the screen. "I'm just trying to get over how bad the special effects are... you can tell a mile away that's not real blood!"
The final film doesn't disappoint and you can practically feel the tension emanating off Van as gore splatters the screen. The hand that was resting on your thigh moves to clutch the sofa cushions, jaw clenching tight with every gruesome scene. Halfway through you're barely even watching the film, so entertained by the little tells he's trying his hardest not to show, sniggering to yourself behind your hand.
A particularly shocking jump scare sees him jolting in his seat, the beer he was holding spilling into his lap as he lets out a whiny high-pitched yelp. That's the final straw. You burst out laughing, clapping in triumph as you tease him mercilessly.
"Films aren't scary huh? You should see your face! You look terrified! Need me to hold your hand? Don't worry, I'll keep you safe!"
He glowers at you but you're sure if the room wasn't so dark you'd detect a tell-tale dusting of pink on his cheeks.
"I'm not fucking scared, I just got distracted, that's all. It made me jump. It's so dull that my mind was wandering if ya must know."
"If so you say," you grin, offering to turn the film off, but Van won't hear any of it. You can tell he's invested by the way he sits stiffly in the seat, his whole frame rigid as if bracing himself for the next scare, fingers gripping his beer bottle so hard his knuckles are white.
You think you're imagining it at first, but pretty soon you realise he's edging ever closer to you with every unsettling scene. By the time the gut-churning finale plays out he's pressed flush to your side, eyes wide and unblinking and jaw fallen slack. He looks spellbound... but also horrified.
"You sure you're alright?" You smirk, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "If you get any closer I swear you'll be sitting on my knee!"
You hear him let out a very quiet sigh of relief under his breath as the credits start to roll. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't too frightened love. I know how wrapped up you get in these films."
Later that night as you're getting ready for bed, you note him peering out into the night before closing all the curtains tightly, then checking, double-checking and triple-checking the locks on all the doors. You can't resist one last jab, grinning from ear to ear as you trail behind him.
"Don't forget to check under the bed too! That's where the monsters usually hang out!"
He shoots you a withering look, "ha ha very funny... you know how seriously I take security... it's not because of some dumb film."
You nod slowly, shooting him a teasing smile and he tries to scowl but the tiniest quirk of his lips betrays him. You know there'll be a price to pay for your incessant teasing and you're excited to see how the night's going to end.
"Alright, don't think I don't know your game," he murmurs, eyes glinting with a mischievous light as he reaches out to firmly tug you towards him. "You've been winding me up all night... now you didn't think I'd let you get away with it did ya?"
could u/have u done any imagines for ice cold Van outside of the main story!
Hiya yes I’ve written a few little blurbs and other bits for Ice Cold Van, he also appears in most of my character headcanons. I’ll link them below if you want to read and haven’t seen them 💙
Sweet dreams
Blade
NSFW Alphabet
Character headcanons
I’ve also realised I have a little ice cold Van blurb in my drafts that’s been sitting there since October that I forgot to post! I’ll do that now x
No pressure at all but I'd love a proper ending for Red one day ❤️ It's one of my favourite fics of all time. I'd love more chapters but if you did get to a point one day where you decide you're definitely not gonna carry on with it could you at least give us a rundown of what you had planned for the story. I'm so invested in the characters so I'd still wanna know what you imagined went down between them all. I love your stories so much ❤️
Thank you for this ask lovely I’m so flattered you think that - you’ve made my day and also made me really want to finish it now! I feel so bad I’ve not updated it in literal years I’m sorry 😭
Let me see what I can do with getting another chapter out but if I ever can’t finish it of course I will tell you what I had planned. I think there’d probably only be about 3-4 more parts but then there’d be an epilogue too which would take place about a year later x
I will try my best I have such a good ending planned but ngl it’s kinda daunting imagining ever getting there as the story’s probably only halfway through at this point!
I love writing those characters so much for this one 💙
Ah that's so hard to pick. I love them all!!! I think my current favourite is probably Forbidden though. I really wanna know what you have planned for Ice Cold too though!
Thanks for the ask you’re too kind 😘
It’s so frustrating that I’m struggling to update Ice Cold as I know exactly what’s going to happen over the next few chapters, it’s just lots of action which I find really hard to write convincingly! It’s one of my fave things I’ve written so I really wanna carry on with it - I have the whole thing planned out in my head like a movie! Xx
i would be devastated (but i understand please don’t feel pressured !!) if you abandoned the others but i’ve been following Red and Forbidden for so long i would love to see how they ended ❤️❤️
Thanks for the ask lovely, I’m not seriously considering abandoning any stories right now but just with my limited time and motivation I wanted to see if anyone had preferences so I can make sure I update fics that people are still reading. I’ve been writing both of these ones for years it’s kinda mad really, I wish I could be more consistent with updates. I def intend to try and update Forbidden soon and I did actually re-read the last few chapters of Red the other day to try and give me some inspo as I would love to give that story and the characters a proper ending x
Hypothetically speaking, if I was going to abandon the rest of my stories and just concentrate on one (and maybe actually finish it one day) would anyone have a preference which one?
I've been reading the Devil Next Door and I'm obsessed. It's so so good 🔥 Are the two of them going to acknowledge what happened in the cupboard or pretend it never happened?
Thank you lovely I’m so pleased you like it ❤️🔥
I’ve not updated this one for ages, I’m so sorry I’ve completely lost my will to write atm but I really wanna get back on it, I’ve just been so busy and when I do get time I just stare at my drafts and everything I do try to write sounds shit 😭
That heated kiss is definitely going to change things as no matter how much they try to act like they can’t stand each other now they both know full well that this chemistry they’ve been feeling between them is very much real and their attraction to each other is stronger than ever! Expect to see even more yearning from Van and Y/N still trying her hardest to resist him even though she can’t stop thinking about him and replaying the kiss
I’ve now worked out this whole back story of rivalry between Van and Alex from their uni days that I need to work into the story just to make the drama a bit juicier! I was planning on working on it today but I have no energy, motivation to write is at an all-time low, need to go and watch some catb vids or something 😭
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