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The Devil Next Door Part 8

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❤️‍🔥 Y/N’s POV ❤️‍🔥

Life is full of surprises, but finding Van sprawled on his back in your flowerbed at nearly midnight, clutching your prize rose bush, is one that you never dreamed you would have to face.

You'd been so close to kissing Tom, your lips just millimetres apart, a hair's breadth to be more precise, when you'd heard the most almighty cacophony erupt from right outside your window. You'd jumped practically a foot into the air, a shocked squeal escaping you as you'd pushed away from Tom, ignoring his cries of "Wait Y/N" and "Hold up, you don't know who the hell's out there!"

But you did... that's just the thing. Tom was likely imagining some crazed burglar trying to brazenly gain entry into your house, but you knew better. Much as you'd tried to assure yourself that Van would never dream up an elaborate ruse to interrupt your alone time with Tom, you really shouldn't have underestimated him. You should have known it would be just like him to pull some childish, petty prank to put a spanner in the works of your tentative flirtations with a potential new boyfriend. He just couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand the thought of you inviting Tom inside and over-looking him. He was probably fully expecting that you wouldn't be able to resist him.

"Van! What the fuck? What the hell are you doing?"

The words tear from your throat like a wail at the sight of him lying there, hands still attached claw-like to the wooden trellis which had been fixed, rather firmly by all accounts, to the wall by your kitchen window. There's no way it could be wrenched completely free unless he'd applied a fair amount of force... or his full body weight... if he'd been climbing it. And there was only one possible explanation why he'd want to do that. A quick glance up at your kitchen window and the bright light peeking through from a gaping opening in the slats of your blinds makes it seem all too obvious. He'd been spying on you. The sneaky fucker had been spying on you. There was no other explanation.

"I... err.. I lost my key... I thought I'd dropped it but I can't find it anywhere. Don't suppose I could come in, eh?"

His hesitant voice is a lot quieter than normal with none of his usual cockiness shining through. He looks between you and Tom, a sheepish grin surfacing as he raises his head, gingerly pushing the trellis aside as he tries to hoist himself upwards. Tom immediately steps forward, offering Van a hand and pulling him up easily on to his feet.

"Bloody hell mate, you went down with a right crash!" Tom chuckles as Van fidgets where he stands, brushing leaves and twigs and soil off his clothing. "Wondered what the hell it was. Thought someone was tryin' to break in or something. Gave us a right fright!"

"Yeah well... gave myself one too," Van murmurs in reply. "I'm completely sober as well!"

He cracks an awkward grin at Tom and then his eyes swivel to you and it wavers. You suppose the infuriated look on your face is to blame but you can't help it. You're actually seething, the more you think about him skulking around out here in the dark peering through your window, the more worked up you're getting. There's no way you're letting him get away with this. No way at all. You'll make him own up to his sneaky misdemeanours one way or another.

"So... you lost... your key?" You say the words slowly, letting sarcasm coat each syllable, carefully watching Van's reaction.

"Err... yeah... yeah I did," he falters, hands patting down his jacket pockets then delving into the back pockets of his jeans as if to demonstrate. "I actually lost it the other day when I was giving you that flier, completely slipped my mind until I tried to get in tonight. I thought maybe it'd fallen out of my pocket... somewhere over here..." His voice trails off as he bows his head, scanning the paving slabs like his key will miraculously appear, but of course it won't. You know damn well that this is just an excuse... and a feeble one at that.

"Care to tell me how looking for your key involves ripping my trellis off the wall, eh? And ending up flat on your back in my flower bed?"

You raise your eyebrows at Van, hands braced on your hips whilst he looks back at you, lips flapping as he stutters out a garbled excuse. "I just... it's errr... it's so dark out 'ere I couldn't see a thing, it's pitch black! I.. I must've lost my footing and I just grabbed on to the nearest thing I could find. I dunno... it all happened so quick." He grimaces, a hand raising up to touch the back of his head. "Really smashed my head an' all. Think I might have a concussion."

Serves you bloody right!

The words are there, right on the tip of your tongue, but you hold them back, your anger battling against your nurturing side. Van's not only a creep for spying on you, but a liar too. He's also likely purposefully trying to sabotage your night out with Tom just to wind you up. You should be mad at him, furious even, but you just can't bring yourself to send him on his way. You can't deny that there's something slightly endearing about his sulky little pout and the puppy dog eyes he's fixing you with now, and the fact that he's covered in mud and got sprigs of rose bush protruding from his hair has got you biting the inside of your cheek to stifle a laugh.

"Concussion? I doubt it. You can't have fallen that far. It's not like you were climbing the thing is it?" You place extra emphasis on the last sentence, glaring at Van and his eyes go wide as he shifts awkwardly.

"Climbing it?" His tone is horrified. "Why the fuck would I be doing that?"

"I don't know Van, you tell me." You smirk knowingly back at him, hands leaving your hips to fold across your chest. His face instantly creases as he shakes his head hurriedly. You're positive if you weren't standing outside in the dark you'd see a flush in his cheeks.

"What are ya trying to say? I just fell... that's all... I swear!"

You're enjoying watching him squirm that much that you open your mouth to fire out an accusation, but at that moment Tom steps forward, a friendly hand on Van's shoulder. "I know it's late but you probably ought to check him over Y/N... just in case. You know as well as I do that you can't be too careful with head injuries." He turns to Van. "Not your night is it? First your finger and now this! I've never met anyone so accident prone in all my life! At least you're in capable hands though."

He's grinning at you and to your dismay he starts backing away. "So sorry, I know I said I was gonna stay for a drink but those early shifts are a killer. Think I'm gonna head off if that's okay? I'll catch up with you when you come into work tomorrow afternoon though at changeover, yeah?"

"Hold on... Tom..." you start, words catching in your throat as you purposefully stop yourself, not wanting to sound so needy that you'd beg him to stay a little longer. He pauses and you smile instead, mumbling a goodbye. Then he's turning and stepping away down the garden path, leaving you and Van alone to stew in the uncomfortable silence that you begrudgingly break.

"I suppose you'd better come in then..."

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

When I'd planned to get Y/N on her own tonight it certainly wasn't under these circumstances. She's still scowling as she instructs me to take a seat in the kitchen so that she can assess my injuries. I can't blame her though. I'm a sorry-ass state, I just know it. My jeans are coated in mud, my fingers are prickling with scratches and thorns and every time I reach up to brush my hair back I end up with a handful of leaves and twigs.

Smooth Van... real smooth...

"I bet you've opened up that cut again," she grumbles, reaching for my hand and pulling it upwards so she can inspect it closely. "Ahh look... you've gone and got dirt in it." She frowns at my wounded finger that's definitely throbbing. "You know it's really important to keep cuts clean to minimise the risk of infection."

"Maybe you could... clean it for me... again..."

The words trip off my tongue without me even thinking about them. They're spoken innocently, they really are, but as soon as they've left my mouth I consider the hidden implication in them. The fact that my thoughts have unconsciously slipped back to the venue's back room and Y/N on her knees at my feet with her lips wrapped delicately around my finger. One look at her expression shows that I'm not the only one. Her eyes widen a little and her cheeks start to colour.

"I didn't mean... err... I didn't mean... like that!"

"I'm just going to get my first aid kit," she blurts, dropping my hand like it's red hot and backing quickly away until she spins on her heel and ducks out of the kitchen.

I need to pull myself together and fast. I don't normally feel awkward around girls. I'm usually on top form with my cheeky banter and cocky flirtations but for some reason Y/N has got me in a spin yet again. I'm not sure if it's the fact that she likely suspects I was snooping on her earlier or the knock to my head but my mind's a jumbled mess. Either way I don't have much time to ponder it. She comes bustling back into the kitchen carrying a large box which she sets down on the table, grabbing for another chair which she pulls up right in front of me, sitting down. She's so close that our knees knock together.

"Let's clean up this finger then," she says in a business-like manner, but her eyes flick up to mine quickly and all of a sudden she's cracking a small grin. "Properly this time," she adds. And just like that, the ice is broken. I smile back.

"You know I'm not opposed to the method you used earlier."

I grin at her, relief flooding me when she giggles. She turns her attention towards the box, opening it up and reaching for a packet of sterile wipes. "I suppose I should say sorry about that... I'm not really sure what came over me. It was just a spur of the moment thing."

"No apology necessary," I'm quick to reply. "It certainly took my mind off all the blood." I flinch sharply as she presses the wipe against the cut, trying to hide it by shifting where I sit. "I'm sorry for being such a wimp by the way... and for annihilating your rose bush. I wasn't up to no good... really. Scouts honour."

She's quiet for a moment as she carefully cleans the cut and the surrounding scratches I've endured from the thorns, and I watch her brow pull up into a small crease. "So... you weren't... like spying on me then?"

She speaks slowly and quietly, more curious than accusing this time and for some reason this makes me feel even worse. I feel warmth rise to my cheeks immediately, radiating outwards until I'm hot all over. I'm just lucky that Y/N's so preoccupied with wrapping a bandage around my finger that she's not looking directly at me.

"Of course not!" I say quickly. "Why would I be doing that? I'm not some sort of weirdo ya know."

She huffs quietly under her breath and that just makes me blush even harder. I swear even the tips of my ears are probably glowing now. And then she looks up, her eyes scanning my face.

"I just thought you might be trying to mess things up for me. Ever since you moved in next door you've been deliberately going out of your way to wind me up at every opportunity."

Fuck... she's gorgeous up close like this. Even prettier than I realised. Her eyes are breathtaking, framed by thick lustrous lashes that dust her cheeks when she blinks. Her skin looks soft and her lips are plump and glossy and I watch, mesmerised, as her tongue darts out to run along the curve of her lower lip. I'm aware that I'm staring but I can't stop. I fake a cough like I'm clearing my throat to buy me a few moments of time as I try to rein in my thoughts and compose myself.

"I could say the same for you. I think you'd already made your mind up that we weren't going to get along before we'd even exchanged two words!"

"Well... I admit I did jump to conclusions when I first saw you and Bondy... but I wasn't wrong."

She's frowning lightly again as she leans in, looking right into my eyes with an intensity that makes my heart pick up a pace. She's so close I can smell her perfume and I swallow thickly. But then she's moving back, grabbing for her phone off the side and tapping at the screen, her voice disgruntled and tired-sounding as she continues. "You're noisy as hell. You play that goddamn guitar every hour of the day and night. You've had several late-night parties that you didn't even bother to tell me about..."

"The next one's on Friday... consider yourself invited!" I cut in, earning myself a barely hidden eye-roll.

"I don't want a bloody party invite! I just want you to be a little bit more considerate!" Her voice goes up by an octave, then she lets out an exasperated sigh as she brings her phone up to eye level. "Now look straight ahead... that's it... keep your eyes open wide... I need to check your pupils."

I blink a few times, then keep my eyes wide as instructed. At first I'm focussed on nothing but then her face swims into view so I concentrate on looking at her, directly into her eyes, unblinking. She's looking right back and for some reason it feels like the world grinds to a halt momentarily. She's stunning... absolutely breathtaking. I feel like I've been set adrift. Her breath is warm on my face and I swear I hear it hitch lightly before all of a sudden there's a blinding light from her phone's flashlight that makes me jolt and the world starts turning again.

"Jesus... you tryin' to blind me or summat!" I exclaim, blinking rapidly to clear the flashes of light that are bursting like fireworks against my retinas.

"Just checking for concussion... like you said," she replies, her voice flustered as she quickly rises up off her seat. "And you're fine... everything looks okay..." A pause as I sit there looking up at her. "So you're free to go... I guess."

I detect hesitance in her voice and I definitely don't want to go. My mind's racing and my heart's thumping. I feel like I've been transported back to my awkward teenage years when I used to sit starry-eyed with my acoustic guitar, writing sappy lyrics about some unattainable crush I'd fallen head over heels for. But I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm a grown man. I need to do something... and fast. She's turned away, busying herself by packing up her first aid kit.

"Are ya really gonna send me on my way at this time of night? I can't get in my house, remember?" She stops what she's doing and I get to my feet, sliding my hand into my jacket pocket, turning my front door key over in my hand, feeling guilty for all of about two seconds until I see a tiny smile twitch at the corner of Y/N's lips which she promptly hides as she looks back down. She doesn't want me to go either. I'm sure of it.

"Errr... I guess not... I guess you could stay," she mumbles, still not looking at me. "Just until Bondy gets home," she adds quickly and I silently pray to myself that Bondy's on one of his legendary drinking sessions.

"Yeah, yeah, of course, thank you," I say, stepping closer and reaching out to rest a hand gently on her forearm, stilling her. She freezes, her head quickly snapping up to face me, her expression quizzical.

I try for a smile, hoping it's as warm as I'm feeling inside right now. "Look... Y/N... maybe we just got off on the wrong foot... and I'll admit I'm not always the easiest person to be around." She smiles back, soft and encouraging, spurring me on. "So how about we try again, huh?"

A pause. I realise I'm holding my breath. She doesn't move away or flinch under my touch, she just looks up at me, her smile growing.

"Yeah... yeah. I'd like that..."

#the devil next door #van mccann x reader #au fanfic #vanfic

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Ah Red Van is so, so hot 🥵

I would let him do unspeakable things to me 🤭

#red #asks

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Kinktober ❤️ Secretive

There's something so intimately voyeuristic about the way he's watching you closely, the searing heat in his eyes a scorching contrast to the casualness of his demeanour.

Words: <900 // Red Van // thigh riding

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“Shhh babe... ya gotta be quiet..."

You don't want to be quiet... you're not sure if you can be quiet. You're with Van, squeezed in tight in a tiny toilet cubicle in the back room of the gig that he's been playing. Your boyfriend and all your friends are out front enjoying drinks. You should be with them. But you're not.

“Look so fucking pretty," he murmurs, lips on your neck, gentle teasing kisses that turn harsher and more passionate the more worked up you get, teeth grazing your skin.

He's leaning back against the toilet door, one foot propped up on the toilet, his denim-clad thigh pushed firmly between your spread legs, your short skirt hiked up around your hips. You're naked underneath the skirt, having slipped off your panties earlier in the evening in a slutty effort to tease your boyfriend's best friend, your sole aim to drive him wild and provoke a reaction.

It worked... and now you're paying the price.

“This isn't fair, I really need to come," you plead, pouting up at him as he raises his head to watch you. Your hands are on his shoulders, clamped down firmly to steady yourself as you rut your hips with purpose, trying to find that elusive sweet spot of friction that might tip you over the edge.

“I know you do," he teases, lazy smile playing on his lips as he revels in your neediness. "And you're doing so good pretty girl... riding me so well. It's my thigh or nothing though, just like I said, it's your choice. We can always go back to the bar to find the others..."

“No!" You cut him off, pushing yourself down harder, mustering up a sulky glare that has him chuckling in delight. "God you're so fucking mean to me."

“But you love it," he counters, eyes slipping down to the sodden denim stretched tight across his thigh. "Can tell by how wet you are, my jeans are soaked through. Can feel ya throbbing for me."

“Va-an..." you whine, long and drawn out. You'd probably feel ashamed of the mess you were making if you weren't so fucking turned on. There's something so intimately voyeuristic about the way he's watching you closely, the searing heat in his eyes a scorching contrast to the casualness of his demeanour.

“You need some help baby?" He finally asks, lightly bouncing his thigh, sending a jolt of sensation through your core that makes you whimper out loud.

“Uh-huh," you nod eagerly, fingers fisting at his shirt as his hands lock on to your hips, guiding them at a faster pace as he tenses his leg. The added pressure of his taut muscle feels incredible against your wet cunt, your lips falling slack around a breathy moan.

“That feel good huh?" He whispers, pulling and pushing you harder, the roughness of his jeans blissful against your tender clit.

“Don't stop... please," you gasp out, your eyes fluttering shut as you hang your head, concentrating on the glowing embers sparking between your thighs.

You can feel it building now, white hot molten pleasure churning in your core, intensifying as he tucks two fingers under your chin to tilt your face back up to his, forcing you to meet the intensity of his gaze head on.

“Eyes on me," he instructs, hands falling back to your hips.

“N... need more," you stutter out, shamelessly dragging your sopping cunt across the rough fabric, feeling the coil inside you winding up tight. You're right there on the cusp, just needing that extra something from him.

“Nuh-huh," he taunts, grinning wickedly. "You can come all by yourself, I know you can do it. C'mon now, ya just gotta work a bit harder. Ya look so fucking good."

“Fuck," you groan, frustration filtering into your veins, mingling with desire as you grind down on him with renewed vigour. Your inhibitions are totally melted away, your insatiable need to come eclipsing everything else.

It's the way he's looking at you that finally pushes you over the edge, the smug satisfaction at your desperation as you use him for your own pleasure, the filthy praises that fall from his lips. A few more desperate rolls of your hips and you feel something snap deep inside, your orgasm washing over you, electric sparks radiating across your skin as you tremble and whine, finally coming to a stop slumped over him, the intensity of your climax making your body shudder.

“Oh my god," you groan, falling face first into the warmth of his chest as you let the pressure unwind in your core.

“Are you feeling better now?" He chuckles low and breathy, planting a kiss in your hair before he's peeling you away from his body so he can look at you.

You sigh in contentment and exhaustion, eyes slipping down to the darkened patch on his jeans, hanging your head in embarrassment. A crimson blush stains your cheeks now the heat of moment has cooled but Van won't let you shy away from him.

“Such a good girl for me," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your neck, your jaw, your cheek and finally your lips as he tenderly cradles your face in his hands. "I knew you could do it love."

#kinktober #red #van mccann x reader #au fanfic #vanfic #smut

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Ice Cold Part 15

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Lyla finds out more about Van’s past 💙

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"I owe you my life Lyla."

Raj's voice was filled with an appreciative kind of awe that made me squirm in my seat. I was uncomfortable enough visiting him as it was, I hated hospitals, but the praise he kept heaping on me just made things worse.

"You'd have done the same for me, any of us would have," I replied. "I just wish I'd not been distracted. As soon as I saw those fake waiters I knew something was wrong. I shouldn't have hesitated."

My mind drifted back to that fateful night in Paris and the note from Van urging me to 'GET OUT NOW'. I was sure if I'd followed that instruction I would have been at Raj's graveside now rather than his hospital bed, but still it didn't seem good enough.

Raj shifted where he lay, groaning and screwing up his face, clutching his bandaged abdomen. "Shit... I think it's time for my pain meds again."

"I'll get a nurse," I offered, rising to my feet. "I should be getting back to the office anyway."

"No!" He said hurriedly. "Don't go yet!"

I hesitated, turned to him, watched an awkward little smile emerge on his lips as he struggled to hide his discomfort. "I was thinking... erm... maybe when I get out of this place... maybe we could... errr... go and grab a drink or something?"

My heart sank as I took in his hopeful expression and I just hoped the small smile that I painted on looked genuine. "Errr... yeah sure... that'd be nice... look I really do need to get back. I'll come and visit again soon."

"I'd like that," I heard him say as I hurriedly turned and made for the exit.

Of course I had no intention on taking Raj up on his offer. He was nice enough, a real gentleman, good-looking and sweet. Someone I was that sure Jen would call 'a real catch', but those qualities didn't interest me. They didn't make my heart race and my mind spin. They didn't make me feel the same way that Van did.

In truth, my visit to Raj wasn't just as a well-meaning friend or colleague, I'd also had an ulterior motive. I wanted to find out who'd he'd been working with on the psychological profiling team. I tried to tell myself that I wanted to delve into Van's past to assist me with bringing him down, but I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I was in so deep now all I could do was tread water and try and keep my head above the surface, the dangerous current threatening to completely sweep me away.

Andrea was a small bird-like woman with sharp features and a serious demeanour, and she looked at me with something between wonder and admiration as I asked her to walk me through Van's psychological profile report.

"We've all been talking about you in this office Lyla," she said, eyes bright. "No one else has spent so much time with Van before and got away with their life. What was he like?"

Exciting... Dangerous... Intoxicating...

I batted the words out of my mind and settled on a very different adjective.

"Terrifying."

I saw Andrea visibly shudder as she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, picking up a thick file and starting to leaf through.

"You know, you're such a good agent," she said, pulling out sheets and photos. "Most field operatives don't care much about profiles and psych reports, they're straight in there all guns blazing, going for glory. They don't realise that getting inside someone's head and knowing how their mind works is key to catching them."

"Well, no matter what they've done, they're still people at the end of the day, right?" I answered.

Andrea narrowed her eyes. "Oh, we don't do this to humanise them. They're monsters... all of them... no matter what they've been through. No... we do this to find their weaknesses. That's how we bring them down."

"Oh..." I looked away quickly, taking a sip of my coffee.

Andrea carried on, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Of course someone like Van... well that's easier said than done. He doesn't appear to have any weaknesses. Tell me... you've been the closest to him... what are your thoughts? Is there anything we can use to get to him?"

Her question caught me off guard and I froze for a moment. Of course Van had a weakness. A very obvious one. And unbeknownst to Andrea she was looking directly at it.

"Errr... no... I don't think he does have any weaknesses that I've seen... but he's just a man right? They're all weak in some way, hey?"

I nudged Andrea gently, grinning, trying for a joke to distract from the serious look on her face as she studied me intently, but it was quite obvious she wasn't the joking type. She simply sighed and turned her attention back to the files, picking up an old dog-eared crime report.

A photo slipped out of the pages and fell in front of me on the desk and I picked it up for a closer inspection. It was a small boy, he couldn't have been any older than five or six. His clothes were crumpled and torn and stained with what looked like dried blood. The pale skin of his face was streaked with it too. The haunted look in his eyes told me that he'd seen horrors no boy of his age should have seen.

"Is this... is this Van?" I stuttered.

I didn't really need to ask. I'd recognise those striking blue-green eyes anywhere. Andrea nodded.

"What happened to him?"

Andrea's expression was grim as she spoke. "This was taken when they found him, he was just six years old. His family were killed... all of them.... and he witnessed it. He'd been left in the house for five days with their bodies when they found him."

"Christ..." I breathed. "How were they killed?"

"Murdered."

The word cut through me like a knife to the heart and an image of my own dead father flashed through my mind's eye.

Andrea wasn't finished with her gruesome tale. "It was brutal, a machete attack apparently. The father was beheaded. It was a gangland style execution."

Nausea rose in me. "Who did it?"

"I'm sure you've heard of Tommy Chappell."

I nodded. Everybody had. An infamous criminal who was notorious for running all of the criminal activity in the North twenty years ago.

"Van's father was a bad man. Really bad. Rotten to the core. He used to work for Tommy, running the drug operations. He got greedy though, he was skimming money off the top, and then of course when he got found out Tommy had to make an example of him."

"What about his mum?"

Andrea had a look of distaste on her face. "She was no better. A junkie and an alcoholic. She should never have had children, those boys were neglected right from the moment they were born. They never really stood a chance."

"Boys?" I said, confused by the plural term.

She sifted through the files again, her fingers alighting on another photo. Van looked even younger here and he was with an older boy.

"Van has a brother?"

"Did," Andrea confirmed. "He was a lot older than Van. Chappell didn't spare him either."

I could picture the horrific scene in my mind, Van as a young child, forced to watch his family members meet their grisly ends. It didn't matter whether they were good or bad people, at that age family were all you had. I shook my head, trying to clear the emotion away that was threatening to surface. I had to be professional.

"So what happened to him... afterwards?"

Andrea pulled a sizeable stack of papers out of the file and placed them into my outstretched hands. "He got taken into care. He was young enough that there were plenty of families who were interested in fostering to start with... well, that was until the problems started."

I stopped sifting through the papers and looked up at Andrea, eager to hear more.

"It became apparent quite quickly that Van wasn't like other six year olds. Something was seriously wrong with him. He was... cruel, destructive, often violent. One family went so far as to say he was evil."

I scoffed disbelievingly. "That's ridiculous! He was six years old! After everything he'd been through it's not surprising he had issues!"

"Naturally," Andrea agreed. "Social care's come a long way in the last twenty years. Unfortunately Van was shipped around a lot at first. Families handed him back because they couldn't cope with him. Eventually they ran out of options, so he stayed in care homes... some of them shall we say... rather disreputable..."

She screwed up her face. She didn't need to elaborate, I'd heard enough horror stories of vulnerable children abused by those who had been trusted to care for them.

Andrea went on. "He became just another product of the system... damaged. It's a textbook classic example really. I mean, not all psychopathic behaviour stems from neglect and abuse, but the majority does. If an infant doesn't receive the love they need to form emotional bonds in the first few years of life they develop what's known as attachment disorder. Believe or not, humans have to be taught how to love!"

She allowed herself a laugh then, but I didn't find any humour in it. The ache in my heart was steadily getting stronger the more I heard.

"But his parents... they must have loved him in their own way!" My voice cracked with an emotion I wasn't expecting.

"The McCanns?" She snorted like I'd said something preposterous. "Like I said the mother was an addict and his father was a violent, abusive man. His brother was brought up in the family business and he was very much his father's son. Van was probably being taught how to load a gun when most little boys were getting their first train set. I don't think that boy ever saw anything even close to love... not even for one day of his life."

I wasn't prepared for the feelings that ripped through me, I almost felt physically winded and my unemotional facade slipped. Andrea's eyes narrowed at me.

"You look a little peaky. Do you want a glass of water?"

"No... errr no I'm fine, honestly. Carry on... please."

Andrea's eyes lingered on me just a fraction too long, and I could feel the guilt rising. I cleared my throat and let my head hang whilst I pretended to study the social services statement.

"There's not much more to tell really...." She lent forward, lowering her voice. "Don't go feeling sorry for him. He's good at what he does because he doesn't feel remorse."

"I don't feel sorry for him!" The words sprang from me forcefully, defensively. "I just know how it feels to lose a parent in such a brutal way... that's all."

"Yes I know all about that," Andrea said. "It's the age-old argument of nature versus nurture isn't it? Are people really born bad or does life just shape them that way? You can put two people through the same experience and they can react in totally different ways. Van chose this life. Your dad was murdered too but look how you turned out."

Yeah, a real upstanding and moral citizen...

"It's hardly the same is it?" I replied, knowing I sounded like I was defending him but not being able to stop myself. "He had nothing. At least I had family... my mum..."

"Like she was such a comfort to you when it happened!" Andrea's sharp and sarcastic tone cut me off and I looked at her, stunned. She looked shocked by the outburst herself, quickly back-tracking.

"Err... I didn't mean... I mean I shouldn't have said that..." She faltered, then put out a hand to rest on my arm which I hastily moved away. "I'm sorry but I read your file, your psych evaluations, your therapy sessions..."

I dropped the files on the desk, rising quickly to my feet, pushing the chair back forcefully across the floor with a screeching sound. "I suggest you do your job and read the criminals' reports, not the staff's!" I hissed.

"But... but I had to! When we had that data breach earlier in the year... all those files got accessed. It wasn't just the assignment files... they got into the personnel files too."

I'd already started to turn, but this statement stopped me in my tracks. I'd not heard of any data breach. "What are you talking about?"

Andrea's face looked stricken, like she'd said something she shouldn't have and had now been caught out. I glared at her, watched her squirm with unease.

"I'm guessing no one told you then..."

I took a step closer, my mind racing. "Told me what?"

She glanced around, uncomfortable, but I wasn't backing down. "Just tell me," I said sharply.

She sighed then, took a breath before the words tumbled out of her. "It was the worst breach we've had. Our network's supposed to have state of the art encryption too, it should be uncrackable, but somehow someone got in. They accessed all sorts, assignments, undercover agent information. It blew some of their covers wide open. Thankfully they managed to get them all out in time... but it could have cost lives. Remember that senior member of staff Eric suddenly leaving? Someone had to be made accountable. At least they didn't access too many of the personnel files..." she trailed off, eyes darting around before coming to rest on me again. "They got into your file though... they accessed the whole lot... everything. It was strange because none of the other agents were affected... it was only yours..."

I'd stopped listening at this point. Thoughts were thundering through my head as I stood motionless, mouth agape.

"Are you alright? I don't think Paul wanted to worry you..."

I ignored her, starting to back away before I quickly whirled around and made for the door, flinging it open. All I could picture in my head was Van, eyes burning into me with intensity whilst he spoke those three words.

"I know you..."

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Drive

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Another little something I wrote from 🤍 anon’s thoughts… // the smut part is very brief // I do have another little car fic planned out from a request I received a while ago which will likely be naughtier xxx

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It's shameful really, how little your boyfriend has to do to turn you on. Most of the time he's all too aware of what he's doing. He's so in tune with you that he knows exactly what his calculated but tender touches and whispered words of sweet praise are doing to you, but there are odd occasions where he's completely oblivious to the effect he's having on you. This is one of those times.

You're on the long drive to Glasgow for the band's headline gig at TRSNMT. Van had chosen not to travel on the tour bus, favouring the drive with you instead, but you both hadn't accounted for quite what an arduous journey it was. He'd opted for the scenic route to avoid heavy traffic on the M74 which meant navigating some winding countryside roads. Whilst this provided some breathtakingly pretty scenery unfortunately it was doing nothing for his pre-gig stress.

"Shit... are ya sure this is the right way love? Feels more like we're driving up to the Highlands rather than into the city. You did put the right postcode into the Sat Nav, didn't ya?"

The hand that's resting on your thigh as he drives gives you a gentle squeeze and you squirm in your seat, your dress riding up an inch.

"I'm sure I did, you told me to programme an alternative route so that's what I did."

You sink down further in your seat, surreptitiously easing your legs apart, your breath catching when you feel the little callouses on his fingertips brush against your inner thigh as he flexes his hand.

"Might have to pull over in a minute," he mumbles to himself. "I know we've got plenty of time but I don't wanna end up driving miles in the wrong direction. Steve'll go ballistic if I turn up late for soundcheck."

He starts rambling on about the last time he'd left only minutes to spare for sound-check for an important gig and the band's tour manager had given him a lecture in front of the rest of the lads, but you're not properly taking in his words. You're too busy longingly watching his hand on your leg, studying his long, slender fingers and the shadows of the raised veins, the way he absentmindedly drags his fingers over the soft flesh of your thigh every now and again as he talks. You know you should be listening to him but to be honest your mind is well and truly at gutter level, imagining how it would feel if he slid his hand higher, his skilful fingers slipping under the lace of your panties to pleasure you as he drove.

"You're not listening to me are ya babe?" His voice suddenly cuts through your filthy thoughts, and you turn your head to the side to look at him, see the little crease of concentration on his forehead as he peers at the road ahead.

"I am!" You protest, smirking to yourself. It's not a blatant lie but you're definitely not fully tuned in. Your flimsy dress is spread out on the seat, the hem only a few inches from indecency but you don't bother to rearrange it. You're just waiting for the moment Van glances over and catches sight of you. He never can resist you when you're looking all pure and pretty in a cute little summer dress, especially when the salacious curve of your lips adds that alluring hint of wickedness.

"So what did I just say then?" He challenges you, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he takes his hand away to place it back on the wheel as he navigates a tight bend. "You never listen, always got your head in the bloody clouds daydreaming about something."

"I was listening, you were moaning on about being late for gigs," you tell him, immediately missing his touch but trying not to sulk about it. "I don't know why it stresses you out so much to be honest... you never are actually late. Even when you're cutting it fine you always get there on time. Steve just likes to complain."

"Yeah well, I just like to be professional, ya know I do. Don't wanna let anyone down."

You hum an agreement, excitement mounting as he positions his hand back on your leg and it's a little higher this time. You're tempted to place your hand over his and slide it even further up but you don't. You're enjoying this little game that you've got going on, even if you're the only conscious participant at present.

You lull your head to the side to study his profile as he drives. He's so handsome with his long lashes framing his pretty blue eyes, the gentle slope of his nose and the scattering of freckles across the bridge of it, the sharp line of his jaw which is lightly stubbled after he'd foregone his usual morning shave. He's got the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and you watch as the tendons in his arms flex under the skin as he relaxes and clenches his grip on the steering wheel.

Fuck... you'd never realised how much it turned you on simply watching him drive. You're not sure what it is but there's just something about it that raises your pulse. It's a warm summer's day but even with the air conditioning turned up full you swear the temperature's risen by a good ten degrees. Maybe you're ovulating. That must be it, your hormones tend to run rampant at certain times of the month and your uncontrollable horniness has got you into a compromising situation with your boyfriend on more than one occasion. Not that he complains about it or ever denies you, his own libido sky-rocketing whenever you take the initiative in your sexual encounters. In fact he'll often tell you it's his biggest turn on when you make your demands of him.

So you take the plunge in a sudden rush of boldness, darting out your hand to place it over his and firmly sliding it higher up your thigh, spreading your legs as you watch his stunned reaction.

"What are ya... oh... oh fucking 'ell," he splutters, eyes darting between your bare legs and the road ahead. His jaw falls slack before he's licking at his lips and shifting in the seat. You can practically see the cogs in his brain whirring as his thoughts take an unexpected filthy turn, the animalistic arousal you spark in him as you brazenly press his hand between your legs and let out a needy sigh.

"So this what you've been so distracted about eh?" He says, voice tight in surprise as his fingers come into contact with damp lace. "You been sitting there next to me thinking about this the whole journey huh?"

"Maybe..." you giggle coyly, pressing your head back against the headrest as you feel a fingertip rub temptingly over your covered clit. "Mmm... that feels nice..."

He lets out a small groan beside you, all need and frustration. "Christ babe, think ya gonna be the death of me... well maybe the death of both of us if I go and crash the car! We can't do this while I'm driving, you're too much of a distraction."

His eyes dart quickly to you then away, full of longing and desire as he reluctantly withdraws his hand, placing it back on the wheel. You know damn well he'll be fighting with his conscience right now, the reliable, dependable part of him telling him to concentrate fully on getting to his destination whilst his wayward naughty side is clamouring to be heard, urging him to pull over and fuck the living daylights out of you in the nearest lay-by.

"It's okay, it's just a little fantasy of mine. I know it's too dangerous..." You bite back a sulky pout, knowing Van's speaking the truth but still fighting the desire which is pulsing red hot between your thighs. "I’ll just have to wait until tonight after the show I guess."

"It's not that I don't want to..." he starts but you cut him off, leaning over the centre console to plant a soft kiss on his jawline, his stubble lightly scratching at your lips.

"It's okay... really... I'm not that sex-crazed! I can wait!" You laugh, finally pulling the hem of your dress down over your bare thighs, pushing away your salacious thoughts, stashing them away for later.

Van reaches over again, this time entwining his fingers through yours, pulling your hand up to his lips so he can press a kiss against your knuckles. "I'll make it up you... promise."

You drive in comfortable quiet for a while, Van humming a Beatles track that's just come on the radio and tapping out a beat on the steering wheel, you gazing out the passenger window at the pretty mountainous landscape. You're so zoned out that when his voice sounds out and you feel the touch on your thigh again you jolt a little in surprise.

"If I pull over and fuck you we're definitely gonna wind up being late. We'd better have a good excuse for the guys."

"What're you talking about? We just agreed to wait... oh..."

Your voice trails off as your eyes dip down to his crotch to note the bulge in his jeans. Even though you'd managed to temporarily switch off your arousal it seems like Van hasn't. A huge smirk breaks out on your lips, quietly triumphant that it seems like you might have got your own way after all.

"So it looks like someone can't wait until after the show then?"

Van chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "Babe, I'll fuck you now and after the show. Can't stop thinking about you sitting there thinking all these dirty thoughts. I'm guessing it won't matter if we're a little bit late."

"You've certainly changed your tune," you grin, letting your legs fall slack as he kneads at the flesh of your inner thighs. "We don't have to make up some complicated excuse either, we can just tell the guys that we couldn't find the car keys.”

"Nah," Van disagrees. "I texted Bondy earlier to tell him we were just leaving out. Something's gotta happen whilst we're driving."

"Something is happening," you reply, your voice breathy as you feel his fingertips edging ever closer to the crease of your inner thigh. You push your pelvis forward in the seat, eager to feel more than just his teasing touches. "Just tell them we got lost... I'll take the blame. Tell them I was navigating."

This raises another chuckle from Van as he quickly snatches his hand away to flick on the indicator. "That's totally believable with your shit sense of direction. Here, this'll do, I can't wait any longer. I'll fuck ya right here."

He pulls off the road and you look all around to take in your surroundings, your eyes widening in surprise as you realise he's pulled into a roadside cafe, hardly the most secluded of spots.

"Here? You're joking aren't you? It's a bit public isn't it?"

But your caution isn't shared by Van who pulls into an empty space at the far side of the car park. He quickly kills the engine and unbuckles his seat belt in record time, his eagerness apparent as he leans across the centre console to loom over you.

"It'll be fine, we just have to be discreet. C'mon love, live a little!"

He's already reaching for you, one hand tucking around the back of your neck whilst the other releases your seat belt, his lips crashing against yours with passion, stealing your breath.

You're at once like a pair of horny teenagers, moaning and panting into each other's mouths, pawing at each other's clothing like you can't get enough of one another. It's still too risky to go all the way though, despite your love of pushing boundaries neither of you want to end up on an indecent exposure charge with Van's headline slot just hours away. So you settle for a compromise, needy fingers and hands delving under clothing, hot flesh and whispered stifled groans as you pleasure each other in tune to your desperate desire.

"Fucking 'ell! Look at you!” Van exclaims in stunned approval as he pushes your dress up around your hips to reveal delicate black lace, a new purchase you’d made for your trip with your boyfriend in mind. You know how the sight of all that pretty sheer lace drives him wild and it’s having the desired effect, his eyes blazing with lust as he hooks his fingertips under the lacy edge of your panties to pull them aside.

"Well..." you smirk mischievously, fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his jeans which sees him biting down hard on his bottom lip to stifle a groan. "Thought I should make an effort since I planned on fucking the lead singer of the band playing tonight..."

"You'd better not be talking about our opener," he teases, his mock-serious tone a contrast to the wide cheeky grin that surfaces.

"The pretty boy with the soft lips and the brown hair is the one I desire tonight," you murmur, your words devolving into moans as you feel him pressing two fingers inside you, the heel of his hand sliding slickly against your clit.

You grip hold of his forearm with a gasp, holding on tight as electric currents of pleasure zip up your spine, your body trembling as he hits all your sweet spots at once.

"I'm all yours love... tonight and every night."

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Forbidden Part 13

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SMUT! // Y/N is heading for big trouble (again)

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You can feel the panic building up inside you as Van and Kathleen step into the packed bar. What the fuck are they doing in here anyway? It's enough of a surprise to see Johnny drinking in this establishment, but to also witness Van bringing his fiancée in here on the same afternoon just seems like too much of a coincidence to be believed.

Van's leading the way, snaking through the crowd, scanning the room as he goes, heading purposefully for the bar. Kathleen moves along in his wake. She's being towed along by his outstretched hand, looking a little lost and very out of place.

You glance towards the door and then the toilets, chilling unease and a wicked kind of excitement jostling inside you. Should you make a dash for it before you get spotted? Or do you stay and wait to see what will unfold? Your indecision is so overwhelming that you almost zone out of the fact that Johnny's still caressing your leg. That's until his fingers trail dangerously close to the crease of your inner thigh and your legs snap shut automatically as you stiffen in your seat, sitting bolt upright, on high alert.

"What's up?" He leans in to whisper in your ear. "You seem a little tense all of a sudden. Something wrong?"

Your legs remain firmly clamped shut, his fingers still wedged between your thighs. You answer him without looking, eyes fixed straight ahead, trying to keep an eye on Van without making it obvious that you've even seen him. "Of course I'm tense. My professor's trying to finger me under the table in the Union bar. What do you expect?"

He chuckles softly, fingers flexing against the silk of your panties just above your sweet spot, tempting you to relax and let him work his magic, but you can't. Not now. Especially now that you can see Van looking over in your direction in your peripheral vision. It's bad enough that he's now noticed you sitting here with Johnny. He knows you well enough to work out that you two both occupying this unlikely space together definitely won't have been fully accidental. You can only imagine his reaction to finding out what's happening under the secrecy of the table. And what about you snooping on his private life and his girlfriend? The more you think about it the more your insides roil with nerves.

"I thought it might be because Professor McCann's just walked in..."

You feel yourself stiffen even more. You can't hide it but you try to act surprised. "Oh, he's here?" You turn to face Van's direction, the steely glare he's focussing right at you further exacerbating your anxiety which you try to hide with a sarcastic remark. "What is this, a bloody history professor's convention or something? Lecturers don't normally socialise in here. Did you invite him?"

Johnny laughs. "I didn't actually... although I had a feeling he might turn up when I mentioned some of his tutees were in here. I know he likes to keep an eye on his more... wayward students. Make sure they're not misbehaving too badly."

There's no mistaking the teasing tone in his voice and you turn to look at him then, see a mischievous glint in his eye. "Benji's not that bad," you say with a smirk.

"I'm not talking about Benji... you know full well exactly who I'm talking about."

"Y/N! Y/N! You'll never guess who's just walked in!"

Lizzie's lurching back over to your table, a mojito in either hand, one of which she plonks down on the table in front of you with a flourish. You groan inwardly, anticipating her saying something wildly inappropriate about Van whilst Johnny's sitting right there but thankfully she just giggles, taking the hint as you shoot her a warning look. She slumps down and you turn your attention to the bar, watching as Benji chats animatedly with Van and Kathleen. He points over in your direction and Kathleen instantly starts beaming wide with recognition, waving enthusiastically as she totters over, leaving the boys to collect their drinks.

"Y/N! This is a surprise! When you introduced yourself at the meeting earlier I didn't realise you were THE Y/N!"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You're not left wondering for long, as Kathleen soon fills you in, drawing out the chair right next to you and sitting down, a huge smile on her face.

"Van's always talking about his students, and your name comes up a lot!"

"Oh, really?"

You smile back at her sweetly, cringing on the inside, wondering what on earth Van's been saying about you, figuring that it can't be good. Infamously you're the problem student, your reputation preceding you as you stumble and fail time and time again with your studies. So what she says next takes you totally by surprise.

"Yeah, and I know us lecturers really shouldn't have favourites, but I can tell how highly Van thinks of you. I've never seen him so invested in a student's progress before!"

As she speaks she leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially although she doesn't quite carry it off. Her voice is still loud enough to carry around the table and Lizzie sniggers, giving you an over the top salacious wink when you catch her eye. Johnny squeezes your thigh. You quickly look back at Kathleen, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks.

"That's a surprise, I'm not exactly a... umm model student. I've been a little slack with my studies to be honest."

You play with the straw of your mojito, trying to ignore the wide cheeky grin splitting Lizzie's face in two and the feel of Johnny's fingers tip-toeing up your leg.

Kathleen shakes her head, eyes bright and warm. "In this job you get to know a student's potential even if they don't know it themselves. That's what's so rewarding about it. It's the opportunity to guide and shape young lives, mentor them to be the best version of themselves."

God this is excruciating. Images flood your head of your recent encounters with Van and his promises to teach you a lesson in the most improper of ways.

"I agree with you Kath," Johnny adds. "I think we can all see Y/N's potential."

As he speaks he slides the very tip of his finger over the silky fabric of your panties, applying just enough pressure to your clit to make you gasp. You pretend to cough, reaching for your drink again as a distraction. You can't believe what Johnny's doing. He's always been so cautious and now he's playing the riskiest of games. You can feel your temperature rising, the danger of getting caught heightening the thrill.

And now here's Van, moving across the room towards you, scanning the faces at your table. Greetings are exchanged all around but you stay quiet as he takes the seat directly opposite you and next to Kathleen, smiling meekly at him when he nods and says your name. He leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable as his eyes flick between you and Johnny and back again. He looks like he's about to speak but then Kathleen rests a hand on his arm, stealing his attention as she looks between you and him.

"You'll never guess what Van," she starts, and you immediately chant a silent prayer in your head that goes unanswered when her next words reveal your whereabouts earlier that very afternoon. "I had a new recruit for my creative writing group today. It's Y/N. She's one of your personal tutees isn't she?" Then she turns to you. "I'm really excited to have you in the group, might make Wednesday afternoons a bit more exciting!"

She giggles girlishly, accompanied by a secretive little wink and you smile thinly, mumbling a thanks, your throat feeling tight.

That's it... you're fucking doomed and there's nothing you can do about it. You've got no choice but to sit here and ponder your fate. Van won't actually be able to say or do anything whilst you're sat here in a very public place, but you've no doubt there'll be serious repercussions for your actions later down the line. Of course your joining the society could be purely coincidental but Van's nobody's fool. You search his expression for a hint of the outrage you're sure he's bound to be feeling for your sneaky behaviour but to your shock he looks calm and composed, unnervingly so, almost like he was expecting it.

"Well, well Y/N... you're full of surprises," he says, an edge in his voice that you're sure will go unnoticed by everyone else.

Everyone except for you... and maybe Johnny who seems to pick up on the hidden tension, further increasing it as his fingers move once again to trace teasing circles over your panties under the table.

"She certainly is," Johnny agrees, applying more pressure, enough to make you squirm in your seat, your cheeks glowing with a tinge of pink. Your thighs clench automatically but you don't make a move to stop him, an illicit thrill streaking through you at the thought of what might happen if you let him go even further. The fact that Van's sitting directly opposite you with no idea of what's happening right under his nose. It's strangely empowering and you can feel that dark, wicked part of you start to unfurl inside, licking shivers of pleasure up your spine.

"Maybe I have a lot of hidden talents," you reply, a hint of suggestion in your words as you extend your leg under the table to find Van's, letting your foot trail up his shin.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and he shifts in his seat. You pull back quickly, expecting some kind of hidden warning from him, but there's none of that. A sly smile ghosts over his lips but then he's looking away, attention taken by Benji who's now demanding more tall tales of his and Johnny's university days.

You just sit back in your seat, letting your legs go slack, widening them under the table. You pick up your drink, hiding your own secretive smile behind the loaded glass as you stir the contents with your straw.

"What about the time we blagged our way into that festival Van?" Johnny pipes up. "I can't believe we got away with that one!"

Van's face cracks into a wide grin as he looks across at his friend and colleague. "That was a classic. We turned up with all our kit, made out we were actually on the lineup and for some reason they believed us! We even managed to get up on to the stage and play a song before we got thrown out!"

Johnny chuckles at the memory, his hand falling away as he launches into a detailed description about how him, Van and their friends had sneaked into one of the tents in between acts and started setting up their equipment brazenly as if they were scheduled to perform. You laugh along, enjoying watching the rapport between him and Van, seeing the youthful sparkle in both their eyes that the reminiscing evokes.

You feel sure that your presence is no longer a distraction but then you feel Johnny's fingers again, gentle caresses at first on the top of your thigh before they slip down to ease your legs even further apart. This time you don't resist. Everyone's so caught up in listening to the story and you're feeling brave and insanely turned on by the sneakiness of it all. You look around the assembled group as his fingers trail lightly over the thin strip of material between your parted thighs. His touch is light at first, rubbing over your heat before travelling upwards to your clit, moving in small circles, only pressing lightly enough to stir you, sending another wave of heat to your cheeks. No one looks like they have any idea what's happening between the two of you, they're too interested in Van who's completely distracted himself, clearly revelling in being the centre of attention as he talks. It's too easy, like hiding in plain sight.

You hitch your dress up around your hips, inviting Johnny to take things further, your thigh brushing up against his. You allow yourself a surreptitious look up at him and he smirks softly back at you, eyes glowing with desire and an acknowledgment of the risk that you're both taking. You return a knowing look of your own, feeling emboldened as you drop your own hand under the table and firmly squeeze his thigh.

He leans in to whisper to you secretively under his breath. "Wish we could sneak off so I could give you a right good fucking."

His words send a flush of heat to your core, his out of character brazenness increasing your need. Your panties feel damp now, sticking to your skin with your arousal as Johnny eases a fingertip carefully under the edge.

"Maybe we should... no one would notice," you urge, tilting your hips forward, desperate for his touch.

You're already making plans in your head, imagining slipping off to the toilets and dragging Johnny inside for a quick sleazy fuck, or maybe you could sneak away to his office instead. You could take your time then, lay back on his desk whilst he pinned you against the wood and made you come over and over again.

"I'm tempted, but I think we'll stay right here. I'm having too much fun to stop."

His fingers inch further under the edge of your panties, brushing over your bare clit which he circles with firm and precise strokes, enough to make you shiver in response. The heat pooling between your thighs radiates outwards through your body and you feel your chest starting to rise and fall deeply.

"Two can play at that game," you mouth directly into his ear, leaning right in so your lips brush his neck before pulling back.

You can't believe that you're being so bold but your arousal is chasing away your inhibitions. The conversation continues to flow on around you. You slip your hand further over his thigh, upwards to move over his crotch, tracing the outline of his cock. He's not fully erect but you can feel a definite stiffening as you purposefully start to palm him through the denim. You smile to yourself as you hear a quiet groan emanate from his throat. It's like a challenge has been set but who's going to break first?

You're so caught up in your sordid little game that the rest of the room seems to be melting away. Lizzie's drunken laughter, Benji's slurred comments and Van's animated chatter just sound like background noise. You keep your eyes fixed on the tabletop, drink in one hand whilst you massage Johnny's ever-hardening cock through his jeans with the other. It's taking you all of your concentration to maintain a neutral expression when all you want to do is tip your head back and let yourself go. He's pulled your panties completely to one side now, exposing your soaked core, two of his long skilled fingers running along your slit before easing inside. He starts to pump them in and out, his thumb pressing against your needy clit. It feels so good that you want to grab his hand and grind shamelessly on him, fuck yourself on his fingers until you reach your shuddering high.

A quiet moan slips past your lips but you muffle it by biting down on your straw, closing your eyes for a moment to compose yourself, starting to fret how you'll cope with hiding your oncoming orgasm which is building in your core like a throbbing heartbeat.

"You two haven't grown up at all since your uni days!" Kathleen's shrill voice cuts through your thoughts, your eyes flicking open at once as your body shivers with a muted spasm.

You're on the cusp of your climax now, suspended there purposefully by Johnny, his tantalising touch moving away just when you feel the swells start to rise. It brings to mind your torturous lecture with Van when he'd brought you to the edge time and time again under his watchful gaze, the way he drank in your desperation and frustration with so much predatory lust in his eyes. The memory just makes you feel even hotter and suddenly it's not enough that you and Johnny are indulging in this intimate moment alone.

You want Van to know.

You want him to look at you like that again, but this time you want to push the boundaries and show him what you're really capable of. You want to see the dark fire in his eyes as he watches you fall apart under Johnny's touch, infuriated by your wicked behaviour. You want to be bad for him, the worst kind of disobedient brat. You want him to punish you in the most fitting way for your slutty misdemeanours.

You quickly kick off your shoe under the table and stretch your leg, your foot connecting with Van's shin as you slide it upwards. His eyes meet yours across the table in an instant, startled at first but not for long. As your bare foot travels higher to move along his inner thigh, you elongate your foot to press it against his crotch, rubbing it in firm, rousing strokes. You watch as his surprise quickly fades to be replaced by that unmistakable heat. A heat which quickly increases as he sees a wave of undisguised pleasure crease your features as Johnny flicks a heavenly rhythm on your swollen clit and you bite down on your lip to stifle a whimper.

But just as you feel your body start to succumb to the blissful sensations he withdraws his hand, pulling it back but not completely away, resting it atop your thigh, squeezing it with a firm pressure.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to Y/N."

Johnny's leaning in to you again, voice dropped down low so only you can hear. You feign innocence, eyes still locked with Van's knowing gaze whilst you reply, basking in the empowerment that you feel knowing that now you have the undivided attention of both men.

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do. Van already told me you were a greedy girl. You know you ought to be careful what you wish for..."

Fuck...

Johnny's whispered words in your ear are uttered like some kind of delicious threat. Your heart almost stutters to a stop, excitement and anticipation injecting a shot of pure adrenaline into your veins whilst your mind scrambles wildly. You watch Van look between you and Johnny, a devilish smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"You gonna join me for a ciggie, huh?" Van nods across the table at Johnny, starting to get to his feet and Johnny follows suit. You just sit there, smoothing your dress back down your thighs and shifting in your seat, trying to ignore the steady pulse in your throbbing clit, your whole body wired and begging for more.

You watch longingly as they walk away, your throat feeling tight as you imagine the topic of discussion over the cigarette break. And then Lizzie swims into view as she waves a hand in front of your face, snatching you out of your thoughts.

"What's up with you? You're so quiet, we can't normally shut you up! You've been sitting there zoned out for ages now."

"She's probably daydreaming about fucking... ohhh!" Benji blurts, slapping a hand across his mouth in a dramatic gesture as his drunken brain catches up with his runaway mouth at the realisation that Kathleen's still sitting there. You shoot him a warning look even though she's completely unaware. She's just looking at you with a slightly concerned expression.

"It's probably us lot being here, cramping your style. Sorry Y/N, you really don't want a bunch of boring lecturers hanging around on your afternoon out." She glances around the busy bar, her brow furrowing in a small crease. "Honestly I don't know why Van was so keen on coming here, he was supposed to be taking me to that new wine bar on the High Street..."

"Ooh, that looks dead posh, that place!" Lizzie chips in. "I know where I'd rather be!"

Kathleen sighs deeply, frowning. "Yeah, I don't know why he suddenly changed his mind. It must be because Johnny's here. I swear those two are joined at the hip! They've been like that since university apparently. They do everything together!"

Her last sentence makes your belly flip for all the improper reasons. You realise you've still not spoken, still feeling a little dazed after Johnny's attentions and your dirty thoughts which are flicking through your head like an obscene porno.

You excuse yourself quietly, swiftly getting to your feet and making for the same door that the boys left through but veering off to the thin corridor to the toilets, glad to have some breathing space to compose yourself.

But the afternoon's excitement's not over for you yet. Little do you know, it's only just getting started...

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All of Your Children Part 3

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THE TEST

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Three cups of tea later and you've finally managed to pee on the pregnancy test strip, Van's relief evident as he paces backwards and forwards in the bathroom.

"At last!" He cheers, darting forward to grab the strip from you.

"Wait!" You cry. "It's not instant!"

You laugh at Van's frustrated expression, all pent-up excitement bubbling away under the surface like a volcano about to erupt.

"Well... how long do we have to wait?"

You hold out a hand to him, feeling your own nerves jangling in your gut but trying to keep them contained. "Pass me the cap... that's it. Now we have to wait. It only takes 3 minutes."

"3 minutes?" Van exclaims like you've told him he's got a lengthy period of time to kill, and you giggle, instructing him to lay the test flat on the windowsill whilst you get off the toilet and pull up your underwear and wash your hands.

It's nerve-wracking enough as it is without watching Van's clear impatience. He alternates between pacing and bouncing on the balls of his feet and chewing on the nail of his thumb, random musings being muttered as they come to him.

"I'd have a ciggie but s'pose I should cut down... If you are pregnant then we'll have to cancel the American tour... and the UK one... god I really need a fag... this is the longest wait... it's gotta be 3 minutes by now..."

"Christs sake Van, chill out would you?" You blurt, your chest feeling tight, eyes flicking to the test perched there on the windowsill.

"But I can't chill out," he protests. "It's taking too long!"

"Well stop chuntering then!"

He stops still then, his eyes meeting yours, full to the brim with emotion. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I feel like I'm gonna burst!"

He looks so cute, full of childlike excitement, and you wonder how he's going to make it through nine long months of pregnancy if three minutes of waiting is proving to be a challenge. You glance at your watch to see that three minutes has indeed passed and you take a huge shaky inhale.

"Time's up!" You announce, reaching over to pick up the test and Van is at your side in an instant, one hand resting gently on your waist, his chin hovering over your shoulder.

"I'm bloody shaking," you complain, the test resting in your palm face down. "I don't think I can look. You look... no wait... oh god I'm so nervous!"

Van reaches over with his free hand, fingers curling around the plastic. "Right I'm turning it over in 3... 2... 1...!"

He flips the test over and you find yourself closing your eyes in a fit of nervous panic, only opening them when you hear Van breathe, "Fucking hell babe... we did it!"

The white plastic casing lies there in your outstretched palm, with the words clearly stated that you read over and over again, not quite being able to believe what you're seeing:

PREGNANT

1-2 weeks

"Oh fuck!" You say, and your voice comes out barely a whisper, your head feeling light, your knees buckling.

Luckily Van is there by your side and he grabs for your waist, steadying you, guiding you over to the side of the bath and urging you to sit down. The room feels like it's spinning, like you're on some nausea-inducing carrousel, emotions tumbling around incessantly.

"Are you okay love? You don't look so good."

Van sinks down on to his knees in front of you, his hands gently resting on your knees. His brows are knitted together in consternation.

"I'm ok... I'm just... oh god I don't know..."

You trail off uncertainly, wondering how on earth to put what you're feeling into words. You thought you'd be flying as high as a kite with joy, ecstatic and excited, and it's come as a huge shock to you that you don't actually feel any of those things. Instead you're struck with a disquieting feeling of anxiety. And what makes it even worse is you feel guilty for not letting Van enjoy this life-changing moment.

"Aren't you... happy?" He says warily.

"I am... I'm really happy, but..." You pause, at a loss for words. "I think I'm just in shock. It's just... it's actually real. We're having a baby. An actual baby. A real life little person. What if... what it something goes wrong. What if we can't cope?"

Van immediately reaches for your hands, entwining his fingers through yours. You've got your eyes closed, screwed shut, trying to steady yourself as the worries consume you, but then you hear Van's voice, calm and soothing.

"Y/N... look at me... c'mon babe open your eyes and look at me... that's it."

Your eyes flick open and see him kneeling there before you, his eyes locked on yours, an earnest expression on his face. He squeezes your hands tight as he talks.

"I love you.... You know that right? You're more important to me than anything. Music, the band... even that little baby right now. We're in this together, you and me. And no matter what happens we'll get through this... together. If you've changed your mind... if it's not the right time after all..."

"NO!" You cry with force as the insinuation in his words sinks in. "I know what you're going to say and don't say it. I want this baby, I really do, I'm just scared..."

He pauses, his eyes simmering with so much love and affection that you can feel a lump in your throat and tears pricking your eyes, deep emotion surging in you.

Those damn hormones!

"You've got nothing to be scared about... I'm here."

"But what if I'm a shit mum?" You blurt out, and as soon as the words leave you, you realise how silly they sound and a smile finds it way on to your lips.

Van's smiling too, shaking his head. "You're going to be amazing, I can just tell. Look how well you look after me, eh?"

You laugh then, blinking back the tears but a solitary one finds it's way down your cheek. You go to take your hand from Van's to brush it away but he beats you to it, raising his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks, gently wiping away the tear with the pad of his thumb.

"Yeah... and I guess you're just like a big baby!" You giggle. "Making a mess, throwing tantrums when you don't get your own way!"

Van's eyes widen in mock-offence. "Me throwing tantrums? What about you when I came in late the other night when I'd been out with Benji? You were in a right strop!"

"Too right!" You counter, smirking at him cheekily. "You woke me up crashing around and you're a right pain in the arse when you're drunk. Anyway, as the mother of your child I make the rules now and things are gonna change around here. Rule number 1... I'm always right!"

"Oh yeah?" He grins back, his hands dropping down to your hips, his fingers splayed wide. "And what's rule number 2?"

"Errr..." You raise your eyes to the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought. "It's basically the same as rule number 1... And I want breakfast in bed at the weekends!"

"Yes ma'am!" He chuckles, rising up on to his feet, pulling you up with him.

You both stand there for a long moment, gazes locked, arms wrapped tightly around one another. All your earlier worries seem to be melting away, replaced with a warm, excited kind of contentment.

"I love you Y/N," he says, his voice soft. "And we're gonna love this baby, and you're gonna be an amazing mum... Fuck... I can't actually believe it... I'm gonna be a dad!"

His mouth drops open in wonder and you can feel the pride radiating off him already. You push yourself up on to your tip-toes to kiss him, laughing when his slack-jawed expression remains, opting to pepper small kisses all over his face instead, ending up on his lips as he hums an approval, returning the kiss.

"And you're gonna be the best dad... daddy!"

You both start laughing, eyes twinkling, almost drunk on the giddy feeling of excitement, each of your heads filled with dreams of parenthood.

Eventually you break away, reluctantly, telling Van you need to shower. He lets you go, leaving the bathroom with a definite spring in his step, singing to himself as he goes. You find you can't stop smiling, your hand absentmindedly stroking your belly.

Your good mood lingers as you shower and get ready for the day, your guilt at phoning in sick from work now that you know you're not actually poorly rapidly dissipating as you smell the scent of bacon as you wander into the kitchen. Van hardly ever cooks and it always amuses you to see him standing there in front of the cooker, pretending he has everything under control, concealing a slight sense of panic as he dashes about, checking on various cooking appliances. It's not that you have an uneven relationship when it comes to domestic chores, it's just that you love to cook and you nearly always find yourself taking over, or 'interfering' as Van likes to call it when you see him struggling.

"Ah... there you are," he says, looking mildly frazzled as he pulls out the grill pan to turn the bacon over that's sizzling away. "Just fancied a bacon sarnie. I was gonna ask if you wanted one but I know you've already had breakfast."

The bacon smells heavenly... and surprisingly Van hasn't burnt it... yet. You feel your belly growl at the thought of a bacon sandwich. "I'll have one too please, I'm actually starving!"

"Really?" He says, crossing over to the toaster and ejecting two rounds of blackened toast which he frowns at before tossing into the bin.

"Yeah, well I'm eating for two now aren't I?"

The phrase sets off a goofy grin on your face which Van returns, before he's delving into the bread packet, taking out fresh slices.

"Lightly toasted for me please... not charcoal!" You tease, dodging to the side as he swipes at you with a tea towel.

You enjoy a leisurely morning eating breakfast, then you make tea and wander into the garden with your mugs, settling down on the comfy cushioned rattan sofa that Van had purchased a few weeks back when there'd been a heatwave, the early autumn promising an Indian summer as you'd basked in the warm temperatures. Van had wanted to buy a hot tub instead, but you'd talked him out if it, thinking much more practically. You sit there now, soaking up the mid-morning rays, Van sitting at one end and you at the other, legs stretched out and resting in his lap. He has his hands on your shins, thumbs gently rubbing over your skin as you chat.

"Wonder what he's gonna look like... like is he gonna take after you or me the most? Me I reckon... he's gonna be great at footy."

Van's got a faraway look in his eyes, like he's trying to peer into the future.

"He?" You reply. "What makes you think it's going to be a boy? I reckon it'll be a girl."

You find your hand tracing your abdomen again, looking down and imagining the fabric of your dress stretched over a huge, round, swollen belly. The thought excites you.

"A girl's good... or a boy. I honestly don't mind. As long as it's healthy it's all good with me."

"I hope it's a girl," you laugh. "I don't wanna be outnumbered!"

"What if it's twins?" Van's face lights up. "Or triplets? That's even better!"

Panic shoots through you at the thought. "Bloody hell Van, don't! One at a time please!"

You carry on chatting, theorising what your child will look like, whose personality they'll resemble more, even getting ahead of yourselves and plotting out their future career. The morning stretches on, your excited chatter interspersed with more cups of tea and plentiful toilet breaks for you (how can the baby be squashing your bladder already?)

Before you know it it's nearly lunchtime and you announce that you're going inside to see what's in the fridge, when Van stops you, his hands tightening their hold on your legs as you go to swing them down to the floor and get to your feet.

"Hold on... don't get up yet. There's... errr... something I wanna give you."

"Oh?"

You look at him, your interest immediately piqued at the awkward, almost nervous look which seems to have settled itself on his features. It's most unlike Van. You watch suspiciously as he fidgets in his seat, finally letting go of your legs which you plant on the floor, waiting.

He pats the cushion right next to where he's sitting. "C'mon, c'mere."

"What is it?" You ask, getting up quickly and stepping towards him, taking the seat next to him, angling your body towards his.

He rubs his hands on his jeans, taking a deep breath which again strikes you as a nervous action. Your intrigue is in overdrive.

"Now you gotta close your eyes."

"What? What is this? Just tell me!"

"Nuh-huh," he shakes his head, smiling now. "Now do as you're told! Go on!"

You scrunch up your face, sticking out your tongue at him in a silly gesture. "God you're so bossy!"

"Y/N!" He sounds exasperated now so you concede with a grin, making a show of screwing your eyes shut tight and even putting your hands over your eyes for good measure.

"You got 'em shut?" You hear him say, and you feel his elbow nudge gently into your side.

"Yeah, yeah, they're shut!"

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!"

"No peeking!"

"I'm not! Just get on with it! I'm impatient now!"

You start to giggle, frustrated but in a purely excited way. You're at a loss to imagine what Van's doing. If he's bought you a gift you'd have thought he'd have got up and gone back into the house to retrieve it, but you can feel his body still next to yours, although you can hear him shifting his position and feel his thigh rubbing up against yours as he positions himself presumably facing you on the chair.

"Hold on... don't look yet," you hear him mutter, and you realise by his voice that he's close. Really close. He's practically speaking directly into your ear.

"What are you..."

"Don't look!" He urges quickly.

You've tied up your hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of your face and you feel something brush your neck. It tickles and makes you jolt and you catch your bottom lip in your teeth to stifle a giggle. You can tell Van's really near now, leaning into you. You can actually feel his warm breath on your face.

"Can I open them yet?"

"Hold on... just a sec... nearly done..."

His fingers brush your neck again, but there's something else, another sensation. You feel something laying on the bare skin of your upper chest, just along the neckline of your dress.

"There... there... done it. You can look now."

Your fingers instinctively reach up to the feel of something cool and light on your skin, touching it just as you open your eyes to see Van beaming at you. You can feel a pendant attached to a thin chain, your fingers closing around it as your eyes go straight to Van's neck, noticing his own necklace is missing.

"Van! Your necklace!" You breath, shock flooding you as you turn the semi-circular pendant over and over in your fingers. It's definitely his, you can feel the semi-circular shape and the raised icon on its surface.

He doesn't say anything, he just grins in that boyish, slightly crooked way of his that you love so much.

"But... but you never take it off! Your dad gave it to you!"

His grin widens as he reaches for your hands, taking them in his.

"I know... but I also told you the story behind it didn't I? It's supposed to be passed down to my kid one day, and I want you to do that Y/N. This is it now... me and you. Us two... well us three soon." He pauses, his eyes flicking down to your belly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You're speechless for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. Then you're laughing and smiling, pulling your hands from his grip so you can reach out for him, taking his face in your hands and pulling him to you in a sweet kiss.

"I love you so much Van. I'm so happy... you make me so happy!"

"I love you too Y/N... so much."

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Truth or Dare Part 2

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Van reveals his secret // smut ensues // friends to lovers 🍒

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Van closes the door behind him and you slip out of your shoes, giggly with a kind of giddy excitement as he toes his boots off, stumbling to the side unsteadily as he does so.

"Oh my god look at the state of us! I was going to offer you a beer but maybe I should put the kettle on instead!"

Van laughs as he steadies himself against the wall. "I reckon that might be a good idea. Or who knows what might happen, eh?"

You laugh at his comment, trying to clock whether it was made flirtatiously or not, but it's hard to tell with Van who has a naturally flirty demeanour anyway. You break away from his infectious grin, moving into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on. You're just reaching up on your tiptoes to retrieve two mugs from the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard when you feel Van behind you, so close he's literally pressing you against the kitchen worktop.

"What are you doing?" You exclaim, shocked, but it soon becomes clear as Van gently shunts you to the side in a playful manner, a huge cheeky grin on his face.

"You struggling there love? C'mon, out the way short-arse!" He quips, easily reaching up to grab the mugs.

"Lanky fucker!" You fire back, yelping and darting to the side when Van makes a grab for you, but he just gets a handful of your jacket and you quickly shrug out of it, escaping across the kitchen. He grins, shaking his head as you smirk at him, moving forward to grab the box of tea bags.

"Look you'd better be nice to me okay, I'm putting you up tonight out of the goodness of my heart!"

"I'm always nice," he retorts.

"Hmm..." You raise up your eyebrows, plopping tea bags into the mugs. "That's debatable."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He challenges you, stepping back to lean against the opposite cabinet, arms folded, a look of mock offence on his face.

"Nothing!" You giggle at his expression. "Look... make yourself useful and get the milk for me."

"Yes ma'am!" He offers a goofy salute as he crosses over to fetch the milk from the fridge, coming back and sidling up next to you until his body's flush against yours.

He's invading your personal space but you don't mind one bit. He's always been a tactile person, but he's being extra touchy-feely tonight and you're enjoying it... probably a little more than you should. You try and push the thoughts away, just enjoying spending time with your friend, slipping into the easy banter you both share. Van exasperatedly berates your tea-making skills and you give back as good as you get until he makes a really underhand cheeky remark, comparing your taste for weak, insipid tea to your taste in men. You gasp, feigning outrage, giving Van a hefty shove and a loud laugh erupts from you as he loses his footing in his tipsy state and staggers sideways into the kitchen cabinets, nearly taking a tumble.

"Shit... I'm sorry Van!" You snigger, your hand going up to your mouth, but you're not really sorry and he knows damn well as he rights himself and starts advancing on you.

"Right... you've done it now!" He threatens, his eyes glinting with mischief as he moves closer still with his arms outstretched, fingers waggling.

"Ooh I'm scared! Do your worst!" You taunt, pressing back into the countertop, aware you have nowhere to go but standing your ground.

One of his hands suddenly darts forward, curling around your waist with a surprisingly tight grip whilst the other jabs at your side, fingers splayed. You know how this goes. He's ready to launch a tickle attack on you that you know you're not going to win. You don't stand a chance. Van's not a particularly big guy, but he's taller than you and a lot stronger than he looks, and you're helpless as he pins you back against the counter, his fingers dancing over your ribs, tickling you mercilessly.

"Stop it... please!" You gasp, but he doesn't let up, he just tickles you even harder.

"Say sorry!" He teases. "Like you mean it this time!"

"How about... fuck off!" You giggle, squealing when you try to twist out of his grasp and your foot gets caught in a tangle of his limbs and you can feel yourself starting to fall backwards.

You're picking up momentum as your bare feet slide from beneath you across the smooth linoleum floor and in a fit of desperation you reach out to grab whatever you can to save yourself. That just happens to be the lapels of Van's jacket and you see his expression turn to wide-eyed shock as he lurches forward, unable to stop himself. It all happens so quickly you don't have time to react. You fall on to your back on the kitchen floor ungracefully, your little summer dress flipping up around your hips, your legs akimbo, with Van flopping down heavily on top of you, knocking the wind right out of you.

"Ahh shit!" He curses, heaving himself up but not moving off you. He just braces himself up on his hands, hovering above you, a wide shit-eating grin on his face.

"Oh my god, get off me!" You splutter, your face going beetroot red at the feel of his warm, heavy weight pressing down on you but he just laughs.

"Get off or I swear I'll kick your skinny ass!" You cry. You swat at him with your hands, hoping that will spur him into rolling off you but he doesn't, and instead he just grabs at your wrists, pinning them to the floor on either side of your head.

"Oh really? I'd like to see you try!" He taunts, looming over you.

You're only too aware of how his body's pressing into you with your dress not even covering your modesty. You buck underneath him but he's too heavy, and your writhing just makes your hips push upwards into his even more, creating a friction that just makes you feel even more flustered.

That's when you feel it. All of a sudden it's not just Van's hips that are digging into you. There's something else, and it feels a lot like maybe Van's enjoying lying on top of you just a little too much. You stop moving and lie completely still, your eyes meeting Van's. You watch his expression change and his teasing smile slip off his face in an instant. Suddenly you're not the only flustered one.

"Err... fuck... sorry! I must be squashing ya!" He mumbles, sliding off you sideways and then scrambling up on to his feet, quickly turning away from you.

You quickly adjust your dress, sitting up and looking over at Van who's hurriedly exiting the kitchen. "Just going to the loo!" He calls behind him as he ducks through the door, heading for the downstairs toilet.

Oh my god...

You sit there for a moment, stunned, until you find a little smile emerging that you can't contain. You get up on to your feet, your mind whirring as you finish making the teas. What does this mean? Does Van actually... fancy you? You start fanning your cheeks, feeling them warming again. This is just ridiculous. Much as you enjoy your closeness and the playful flirting you disguise as piss-taking, you could never take things further with Van. The thought of trying to maintain some sort of relationship with him whilst he's touring would be unbearable. All those girls throwing themselves at him...

"One of them for me then?" You hear Van behind you, and his presence instantly wrenches you out of your thoughts. He reaches over to grab one of the mugs of tea and you're not sure if you're imagining him purposefully not meeting your eyes.

"Yeah," you reply, picking up your own mug. "Let's go and sit in the living room, eh?"

Things seem stiff and awkward and you curse inwardly. This is another reason why things with Van should stay strictly platonic. You really don't want complications to tarnish your friendship, you value it too much. You sit down on the sofa, Van taking the seat right next to you, and you reach for the remote control, hoping watching some tele will relieve the strange tension in the air. There's nothing much on and you find yourself flicking aimlessly through the channels, and as you do so you realise that Van's watching you in your peripheral vision. You turn to him eventually, feeling a little awkward, slinging the remote control into his lap.

"There's nothing on. Here... you can choose what we watch."

Van picks up the remote but he doesn't resume the channel-hopping. To your complete surprise he points it at the tele and purposefully switches it off, placing it on the arm of the sofa before turning back to you. "If there's nothing on maybe we should just... talk instead."

His comment sets off a flurry of nerves in your gut which you try to tell yourself that you have no reason to feel. Things have never been awkward with Van before and you hate it. Is he going to bring up his embarrassing accidental hard-on in the kitchen? What are you going to do if he tries to seduce you? Turn him down? There's no denying that you fancy the pants off him, but the thought of just becoming another one of his conquests makes you feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Bloody hell... this sounds serious!" You giggle nervously, hoping Van will start laughing too and make a silly comment, but he doesn't. He just looks at you with a slightly wary expression, with not a hint of humour. This just raises your anxiety even more. He still doesn't speak, just shifts in his seat.

"What's going on?" You say eventually, the nerves evident in your own voice, and you think Van can tell, as it seems to spur him on to start talking, albeit hesitantly.

"I just wanted to say I don't... errr... what you were saying earlier... about me sleeping with loads of girls... it's not... errr... it's not true ya know."

This takes you completely by surprise and you're positive that Van's winding you up. He looks sincere enough, but he's obviously speaking complete and utter crap. Everything about him screams 'ladies man' and the thought occurs to you that maybe he's lying just to get you into bed and you immediately feel yourself bristling.

"Oh yeah right... okay Van," you say, your voice dripping in sarcasm. "I don't suppose there's much sleeping going on though, yeah?"

His mouth opens and closes a few times and he's clearly flustered which is so out of character for him. You carry on regardless, annoyed that he thinks you'll fall for his ploy and just melt into his arms like a star-struck fan. "To be honest there's probably been that many that you've lost count. Am I right?"

Van looks dismayed at your comment but you're on a roll now. "I'm right aren't I? Bet you can't even remember all of their names!"

"It's not like that. I'm not like that!" He protests. "I swear. I've not... errr... I've not even..."

He trails off, swallowing deeply, turning and reaching for his cup of tea which he'd placed on the coffee table, taking a huge gulp before setting it back down. You know you should stop. He looks really uncomfortable now. His usually pale skin is tinged pink, his brow furrowed in consternation, but for some reason you can't help yourself.

"Well go on then... how many? If you can remember then tell me!" You sit back almost triumphantly, leaning back in your seat, arms folded, waiting for Van to come out with some trite comment about how he's not like the other guys.

He's blushing furiously now, shifting again where he sits with his body turned towards you, the fingers of one hand drumming against his thigh like he's tapping out an imaginary beat that only he can hear.

All of a sudden you feel bad. You and Van are always needling each other, but it's always done in good fun. This is entirely different and you realise reluctantly that the source of your attack has stemmed from your jealousy at imagining Van bedding all these other girls. He's single and he's not hurting anyone, so it's really no one else's business how many sexual partners he's had. It's certainly not yours.

"Shit... I'm really sorry," you mumble, looking down. "I didn't mean to offend you. I've just had too much to drink. I don't know what came over me."

"S'okay," he mumbles.

"No... no it's not," you insist. "It's got nothing to do with me how many girls you've slept with!"

Van's looking exasperated now, his eyes shooting up to the heavens. "You're not listening to me!"

He says it with so much force that you're taken aback. "Okay, okay!" You say, reaching for your tea. "Go on then!"

He obviously wants to get something off his chest and the least you can do is be a good friend and listen. You take a sip of your tea, watching him squirming uncomfortably in front of you, waiting...

"I'm... errr.... I'm... shit this is hard!" He blusters, pausing for a deep breath before resuming. "I'm a... oh god I may as well just come out and say it... I'm... I'm still a virgin!"

You're just in the process of swallowing a mouthful of tea and Van's confession surprises you that much that you practically choke on it, a hand shooting up to your mouth to stop the contents spraying out all over him. Then you're coughing and spluttering and laughing, expecting him to join in with the hilarious joke he's just made, but he doesn't. He just sits there, embarrassment simmering clearly on his face, as serious as ever.

"I'm being serious..."

Wow, he's a good actor. He looks so sincere...

"Ha ha very funny," you finally manage, calming down from your coughing/laughing fit, managing to compose yourself at last but you're still giggling as you speak. "That's a good one! You should be a comedian!"

You sit there with a grin, waiting for Van to suddenly blurt out that he's joking, but to your surprise he shakes his head, his expression pained. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. Just forget it okay?"

Then he's up on his feet, mumbling something about going for a cigarette, making for your kitchen again. You just sit there, stunned, listening out for the sound of the back door opening. It does, and then it slams shut with force, making you wince. Now you feel really bad. You and Van never row, he's too much of a positive person for that. Even when you're feeling moody and spoiling for a fight to let off some steam he refuses to bite. Within five minutes he's usually got you laughing and wondering what on earth you were in a bad mood about in the first place. And he's never stormed off like this. Maybe he is telling the truth.

Your mind still refuses to compute his confession though. Van has girls hanging around him all the time. He's a fucking heartthrob for god's sake. There's no way he's not had sex. No way. But what if...

Your mind starts to wander. Come to think of it he never actually brags about pulling girls, it's the other lads who tell the tales of Van going back to girl's hotel rooms. He just usually sits back with a grin on his face, refusing to elaborate, which usually results in the stories becoming even wilder as they're passed from person to person. Tonight is the first time you've actually heard him deny a hook up, and it makes you wonder why he'd start doing it now.

You glance at your watch. He's been out there for ten minutes now. Maybe you'd better go and see if he's okay.

You enter the kitchen and crack the back door open at the precise moment Van's starting to reach for the handle and there's a moment where you're both just standing there, you teetering over the threshold and him waiting for you to step aside and let him in.

"I'm so sorry! I feel awful. I shouldn't have made a joke out if it. I really didn't think you were serious." The words tumble out of you quickly as you stand there watching him carefully for a reaction and he looks down briefly before his blue eyes find yours, a little awkwardly, a small smile starting to form.

"Is it so hard to believe, eh?"

You stand aside then as he steps into the kitchen, closing the door behind you and locking it before you lean back against it. "Actually... yeah it is if you must know. I just thought..."

He doesn't let you finish, cutting you off. "That's just the thing. Everyone just thinks... and to be honest before tonight I was quite happy letting everyone think I was shagging my way around the gig circuit."

"So what changed?" You want to know, eyeing him a little warily as he edges closer, pressing back into the door.

He looks down on you, chewing his bottom lip. The look on his face tells you that he's contemplating his answer and the realisation makes you nervous. You just know that there's another confession about to be revealed.

"Tell ya the truth, I don't really care what other people think about me, but I do care about what you think."

Something in the atmosphere has changed. You can feel it in the way he's looking at you, the sudden thickness in the air, it feels charged like the moments before a storm. You consider shying away, pushing past Van and distracting both of you by flicking the kettle on or making back for the living room, but you don't. Your head is full of thoughts of him, only this time you're not making yourself jealous imagining him getting hot and heavy with a procession of one-night stands. You're imagining him eager and pliant in your hands, coming apart at your touch, the thought of being the first girl ever to truly rock his world turning you on so much that you can feel a stirring between your thighs.

"Why would you care about what I think anyway?" You say quietly, looking up at him, watching him edge slightly closer.

"Of course I care," he replies. "You're like one of my best mates, but it's... I don't know... different than the lads."

Your head's feeling a little hazy still from the drinks you've had earlier in the evening, bringing out your reckless side, pushing doubts and worries away. The more you look up at him the more you want him, and before you can even really think about it you're reaching out your hands and curling your fingers around his, pulling him to you until your back is flush against the door and his body is only inches away.

"How's it different? Tell me?"

A small smile spreads on Van's lips before he speaks, dipping his head slightly so it's bowed down over you, his hair falling forward over his face. "Well... you're much prettier than Bondy for starters!"

You giggle then, and it comes out a little breathy. "Is that so?"

"Yeah... and I don't want to kiss Bondy."

"You sure about that?" You laugh, tipping your head fully back. He's close now, his face inches from yours. You could close the gap in a heartbeat if you stretched up on to your tiptoes.

"Uh-huh," he murmurs, and you both move at the same time, your heads tilting to the side, your warm breaths mingling just a split second before your lips meet. You close your eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Van's lips pressing against yours, the feel of his body as he moves closer so he's flush against you. Your fingers curl tighter around his, entwined together as you pull him to you.

It's just a sweet kiss and it's over in a second. You both break away but remain close, looking at each other, gauging reactions. Your head is swirling with thoughts, fast forwarding to an outcome which has your heart racing, picturing clothing being removed, skin on skin, lips trailing over every inch of his body.

"Van," you whisper, and he replies with your name, his eyes pooling with a warm lustfulness that you've never seen before. “What if we... you know..."

You don't have to say the words, it's quite obvious what you're implying, and you hear Van take a deep inhale, hesitance clear on his face as he blows it out.

"You mean you really want to? With me?”

You nod your assent. "Yeah... I do... only if you want to of course.”

His small smile gets wider until his whole face is glowing with it, and you feel a rush of nerves and excitement and undeniable arousal shoot through you. You don't hesitate, you step forward, your hand still gripping his tightly, pushing past him into the kitchen, pulling him along behind you. He follows in your wake as you make for the doorway and you giggle at your haste, hear him laugh as you both move down the hallway towards the foot of the stairs.

"Where are you taking me?" You hear him say.

"My bedroom of course, where do you think?"

You glance back as you place your foot on the bottom step, your eyes meeting, Van's expression all lit up with a boyish kind of excitement which just makes you pick up your pace. Then you're both rushing up the stairs giddy and breathless and you crash through the door of your bedroom, coming to a stop at the bed, looking down at it before you look at each other. You can't stop smiling and Van is the same.

"Shit... I'm kinda nervous," he admits, and the fact that he is just increases your own confidence. You want to make him feel good, and the fact that you're going to be his first floods you with a boldness that you're not used to feeling. It feels empowering.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands," you smile, placing your hands flat on his chest, urging him to walk backwards until his legs hit the back of the bed and he sits down, looking up at you eagerly.

"That's what worries me... I really don't wanna disappoint you."

You laugh softly, stepping forward into the space between his parted legs, feeling his hands resting on your hips as he looks up at you. You brush his hair back, then cup his face in your hands, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his lips before pulling back. "You could never disappoint me."

He looks so good sitting there looking up at you with his full pink lips slightly parted, his ocean eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. His pale skin bears a slight flush, and you trace the scattering of freckles across his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. You're so turned on you want to pounce on him, but you resist. You don't want to rush this, you want to take your time with him.

"I've dreamt about this happening," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "I never thought you liked me in this way though."

"You should have said something," you reply, your fingers straying to the buttons on his shirt and unfastening the top one, moving down to the next, deftly flicking them open until his shirt's hanging open, revealing his pale, lean chest with a scattering of dark chest hair.

"I know I come across as dead confident, but I'm not always ya know. Like it's no problem getting up on stage and singing to a crowd of thousands, but when it comes to girls..."

"But you're a massive flirt!" You laugh, peeling his shirt back over his shoulders and he shrugs out of it until it's lying on the bed behind him.

"Yeah well, talking's one thing, but this..." He takes a deep breath, blows it out through pursed lips. "This is something else entirely."

You straighten up, stepping back, locking your gaze on to his as you reach down to grasp the hem of your dress, then you pull it up and over your body and your head in one swift movement, tossing it into a heap on the floor. You chant a silent prayer of relief in your head that you chose to wear pretty underwear today, it's a soft burgundy lace set which you know looks good against your skin tone, and Van certainly approves. His eyes bulge slightly as they trail down over your body before coming back to rest on yours.

"Fucking 'ell, you're gorgeous!"

He shifts on the bed where he sits, rubbing his palms across his thighs in a nervous gesture. You smile at him, stepping forward once again, placing two fingers under his chin to raise his face to yours. "Just relax."

"How am I supposed to relax when you're standing there looking like that!" His voice has risen up an octave and you laugh softly, trailing your fingers down across his chest as you slowly sink down on to your knees on the carpeted floor.

"Okay, well I won't stand then. Is this better?"

As you speak you place your hands on his knees, gently pushing his legs further apart, letting your fingers move up his thighs, watching his reaction from beneath your lashes. He doesn't answer, just watches your fingers trail upwards and he sucks in a breath as you let your fingertips gently brush against his crotch as you move up towards the fastenings of his jeans. He's hard already, and you think back to earlier in the kitchen and your awkward fumble on the floor. Things have certainly escalated since then.

"I'm errr.... probably not... errr... gonna last long," he blurts out awkwardly, chuckling to hide his self-consciousness.

"Stop worrying," you reassure him. "Let's just take our time, okay?"

You tug on the buttons of his jeans, pulling them open, his erection straining at the fabric of his boxers as you ease them down over his hips. He shifts on the bed, letting you pull them down and then you move back to allow yourself room to peel them completely down his legs, casting them aside. You can hear his breathing deepen as he sucks in shallow breaths.

"I'm sure you've been given head before, yeah?" You ask, stunned when his face crinkles in obvious embarrassment.

"Fuck... I really am a loser aren't I?" He mutters. "I mean I have, once... it was just... errr... over very quickly. To be honest I've just avoided stuff since."

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with that," you tell him, trying not to show your shock at his lack of experience. Tonight is just one revelation after another. "And you're not a loser. Far from it. In fact I find it... kind of hot."

You smile up at him, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers, seeing his look of disbelief. "So you think it's hot that I'm really bad in bed? That's just ridiculous."

"No it's not," you smirk up at him, wetting your lips seductively. "I just can't wait to show you what you've been missing... that's all."

You hear him swallow deeply as you shift your attention to the task in hand, sliding his underwear down over his hips, his stiff cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. He's well endowed and the sight of him hard and ready for you sends a flush of heat between your legs. You squirm slightly where you're kneeling, pressing your thighs together.

Once he's completely naked you look over him, admiring him, loving the neediness in his eyes and the way his breathing's coming hard and fast before you've even touched him. You curl your hands around his thighs, pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs, working your way up slowly, taking your time, hearing his breathing hitch as you linger near the inner crease of his thigh.

You feel the fingers of one of his hands gently thread through your hair as you reach up and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and you feel him twitch in your palm, his breathing getting even more erratic even at this slight touch.

"Mmm..." you hum quietly, extending your tongue, licking a slow stripe from the base to the tip, letting your lips close around the end, sucking gently, tasting the slight saltiness of the pre-cum that's gathered there.

"Fucking ‘ell," he groans breathily, and you open your eyes to meet his as you let your tongue swirl slowly and teasingly around the tip.

You close your lips around the head of his cock, maintaining his hungry gaze as you take as much of him as you can, feeling his body shiver as you pull back and then sink down again and again. You know you should be taking your time, but it's hard, he just tastes too good and the little moans and gasps falling from his lips just make you all the more eager to please him.

"God that feels so good," he sighs, his fingers buried deep in your hair.

You flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein as you purse your lips, bobbing your head time and time again. The heavenly sounds he's making and the way his body shudders just urges you to suction your lips around him even harder. He hisses out curses, and you glance up at him to see his eyes screwed shut, his bottom lip caught firmly between his teeth as he tries to hold on with all his might.

"Y/N," he gasps. "I'm gonna... ughh I'm gonna come. Shit...."

You know he's expecting you to stop, he'll hate the idea of coming too soon, but you don't care. He looks so fucking delectable teetering on the edge of his orgasm that you want to see him fall apart. You grip his thighs hard, firming your lips and sliding them down his cock again, slowly and deliberately, not even stopping when you feel him hit the back of your throat. The urge to gag is strong but you don't let up, and you feel the muscles in his thighs tense as a low drawn out groan sounds from him.

"Fuck," he utters, his voice strangled, his mouth falling open. A second later you feel the warm flood of his cum pulsing into your mouth and you keep your lips around him until he's expelled the last drop, swallowing it down, slowly dragging your lips away and over the end of his dick.

"That okay?" You smirk up at him, taking in his awe-struck expression, licking your lips lasciviously.

"Think I've just had a fuckin' out of body experience!" He breathes, pushing his hair back off his face, then his lips curl into a small, almost meek smile. "Shit, I'm so sorry though... I told ya I wouldn't last."

"Don't bloody apologise! Besides... I thought maybe you'd be good to go again in a little while."

You giggle at his wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression, rising up on to your feet and winding your hands around his shoulders, your fingers moving through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You're somethin' else," he whispers, shaking his head. "What the hell have I been playing at all this time?"

"I could say exactly the same thing. I've fancied you for ages you know. I just felt jealous imagining you with all those girls..."

You trail off into a soft laugh, realising how daft it sounds now that you know the truth.

"No one compares to you," he smiles.

In your standing position Van's on a level with your midriff, and he reaches out for your hips, drawing you closer. He presses his lips against the skin of your abdomen, planting a warm kiss there, then another, interspersing them all over in between telling you how beautiful you are and how he wants to make you feel good.

You sigh at the feeling of his soft lips dragging over your skin, feeling his hands wandering upwards until they alight on the fastening of your bra, which he starts tugging at awkwardly, a small groan of frustration emitting from him.

"These bloody things!"

"Let me give you a hand with that," you laugh, reaching around and unfastening the catch, letting the lacy garment fall down your arms until it drops on to the floor.

Van immediately resumes his mission of peppering kisses all over your skin, moving upwards until he reaches your breasts, his breathing stuttering slightly as he extends his tongue to run over one of your nipples which instantly puckers from the sensation.

You moan softly, your fingers winding through his hair, dropping your head to watch him as he kisses and licks your stiffened nipples.

"That okay?" He mumbles, breaking away to look up at you, his eyes bright and sparkling, eager to please you.

"Mmm yeah… feels nice,” you nod, the desire building in you so strong you can feel dampness pooling between your thighs. You dip your head, your lips mashing against each other's passionately, reaching for Van's shoulders and pushing him firmly backwards on to the bed as you do.

He sinks back on to the mattress, pulling you with him as he goes and you climb on to the bed, hovering over him for a moment before you feel his strong hands on your waist as he shifts so you tumble on to your side.

"I still can't believe I'm actually here with you," he whispers, wonder in his voice. "Doing this."

You smile back at him as you lie close on the bed, bodies tilted towards each other, arms wrapped around each other, legs entwined.

"Are you really sure you want to go all the way?" You ask, thinking back to your own first time, a much less meaningful encounter which you instantly regretted.

"Y/N, there is no one on this earth I'd rather do this with, trust me."

His answer is immediate and definite, sending a warmth of affection flooding you and he gently reaches forward to brush a strand of hair back which has fallen across your face.

You push your body towards his, your hips meeting, the only thing now separating your bodies the thin lace of your underwear. You kiss again, grinding yourself against him as you do, impatient to ease the ache that's now burning in your core.

Van pulls away, panting slightly, his pupils blown wide with lust. "I want you to show me," he says. "Show me how to make you feel good."

This is an entirely new experience for you. Most of your lovers have been so preoccupied with satisfying themselves that your own pleasure has taken a backseat. Even those that prided themselves on pleasuring you to a climax had done so quickly and carelessly, like it was just an appetiser and their fulfilment was the main course. Now here's Van, looking at you in awe, asking you to show him exactly what you want and need. His eagerness and vulnerability in the moment awakens something in you that you're not used to feeling, a potent sense of empowerment that fans the heat of desire in you.

You reach down to hook your fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your hips and then sliding them all the way down your legs where you kick them off. Van's still breathing heavily, his breath warm on your face, his eyes trained on yours. "Please show me," he urges, his fingers flexing against your waist, keen to touch you where you need it.

"Here, give me your hand," you instruct, placing one of your hands over his, guiding it down to your heat, spreading your legs for him. You can feel the roughness of the small callouses on his fingertips as they move over the soft skin of your inner thighs, trailing upwards until they reach your slick folds.

You hear Van's breath catch in his throat as he caresses you, his feather-light touch making goosebumps break out all over your body. His fingers move over your warm wetness, exploring you, making you gasp as they trail fleetingly over your clit, but then moving away.

"Here," you tell him, pressing your hand over his, guiding his fingertips back to your sweet spot. "Just there."

A small smile forms on his lips, his eyes full of wonder as he concentrates his efforts on the nub of your clit, rubbing small circles, watching your reactions, trying different pressures. He's so attentive to your needs that in no time you can feel your body reacting and you press yourself into his hand. You're so turned on that you feel like you could spontaneously combust, but then his touch moves away. You consider protesting and guiding him back but then you feel one finger pressing against your entrance, tentatively easing inside you. You sigh from the pleasurable sensation as another of his long digits slides into you, and then he slowly starts to fuck you with his fingers. It feels so good you can practically feel your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Does it feel okay?" He breathes, continuing his heavenly caresses, his thumb brushing over your clit each time his fingers pump into you.

"Oh my god yes!" You gasp, feeling the pressure steadily start to grow in your core. "Don't stop... you're a natural!"

A soft laugh escapes him as he leans in to kiss you once more, his lips hungrier this time, your tongues entwining. You grasp at his hips, digging your nails in as you feel waves of ecstasy begin to swell, your sensual moans mingling with the harshness of his ragged breaths. Your climax is a slow build and Van pulls back to watch you, picking up the pace with his fingers as he edges you closer and closer until you feel yourself clench as the white hot bliss of your orgasm tears through you, your legs trembling and your whole body shuddering.

"Fuck, I want you so bad," he mutters, and you feel him pressing the full length of his body against yours, his cock already stiff from the sight and sounds of you coming apart at his touch. "Seeing you like that... I'm so fucking turned on right now."

He dips his head down, kissing a trail of warm, wet kisses down your neck, nipping at your collar bone whilst he grinds his hips against you. Inexperienced or not, he's certainly a fast learner and the anticipation is killing you. You've dreamt about being intimate with him for so long, and now it's actually happening and it's so much better than you could ever have imagined. All you can think of is how it's going to feel as he slides his cock inside you, but you hesitate, all too aware that this is a huge moment for him.

"Are you sure about this... I mean are you really sure? We can take it slow. We don't have to do this tonight."

Even as you say the words you know his mind's already made up. His hands are trailing over every inch of your skin, needy for you, his eyes brimming with a lust so strong it makes your belly flip in excitement.

"I'm sure," he hurriedly replies. "I'm so sure, believe me!"

You don't think you've ever felt so desired before and it's a heady feeling, intoxicating. You grab at his hips, urging him to roll on top of you.

"What about a condom?" He hesitates, a stricken look suddenly crossing his face. "I don't have one with me. I never carry one around anymore. I never thought this would happen... especially not tonight."

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," you say hurriedly, impatient, watching Van's worried expression melt away, replaced with an excited grin.

"I guess we're good to go then!"

He positions himself over you and you spread your legs, letting him slip in between your thighs. His smile is still wide but there are clear nerves simmering away underneath. You raise your hands up, pushing back his hair which has fallen over his face. "Just go slow, take your time."

"I can't promise you that," he grins. "Feel like I'm about ready to explode already and I'm not even inside you yet!"

You smile back at him and he leans down to press a kiss on your lips, then he shifts himself back slightly, grasping the base of his cock to line himself up. You reach a hand down between your bodies, guiding him to you, tilting your hips up towards him as you feel the head of his cock start to push inside you. It's been some time since you last had sex yourself, and you feel a slight sting as he pushes himself slowly but purposefully inside you. He's big and the feel of him stretching you out causes a moan to leave your lips already, the pleasure radiating through you.

"Oh my god," he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut as he dips his head, his forehead resting against yours for a moment before he lifts up, his eyes flicking open to meet yours. "Feels good... so fucking good.”

He's right, the feel of his warm naked body on yours, the delicious sensation of fullness, the look in his eyes like you're some kind of goddess. You feel like you've been transported to heaven. Your fingers dig into his hips as you buck up against him, wanting him even deeper.

A low moan escapes him as he tenses. "Don't move... please... not yet. I just... I just wanna enjoy this. Being here with you... being inside you."

He braces himself on his elbows, looking down on you, and the intensity in his eyes makes your breath catch in your throat. Your heart's practically beating out of your chest. You want him so bad, you want to feel his hips thrusting against yours, you want to hear him groan in ecstasy as he comes inside you, but you know that this is so much more than just sex. There's a connection there which runs deeper, and the bond you're forging tonight is only just the start of it, you're sure of that now.

"Come on," you urge, desperate to feel him, wriggling beneath him. "Don't you wanna do this?"

"Course I do," he mumbles, his hips twitching against yours. "I just don't wanna come too soon."

You reach around to grab his ass, thrusting your hips up towards him again, watching the pleasure crease his features. "It's fine," you assure him. "I don't mind. C'mon, you feel so good."

You wrap your legs around his hips to demonstrate, rocking your body underneath him. A soft groan emits from him and you know that he can't hold back any longer. He draws his hips back, slowly, then thrusts into you, sighing with pleasure before he pulls back and plunges into you again. It feels so fucking good, your whole body tingling with the sensation.

"Fu...ck..." Van breathes, his voice husky and tight sounding, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he buries his head there, his hips pistoning against you, gradually getting faster.

Your hands move across his back, gripping him tightly, your nails sinking into his skin with every thrust, whimpers escaping you.

"Feels unreal," he murmurs. "So tight... so warm... so wet. Christ, I think I'm gonna come already."

His commentary just makes you feel even hotter, his obvious enjoyment spurring you on. You snap your hips up to meet his with each thrust, your back arching off the bed. You don't care whether it's brief, although you'd like it to go on forever, you want to feel him come inside you.

"Look at me, I wanna see you," you say, feeling his thrusts getting faster and harder, his breathing coming rapid and harsh now.

"Oh Y/N..." he gasps, raising his head, looking down on you. He's the sexiest sight you've ever seen, his pale skin flushed, his hair damp with the sweat from his exertions, his mouth agape and his eyes glazed with his approaching climax.

And then his whole face contorts as he releases with a drawn out groan, his body tensing then shuddering. You feel his cock pulsing inside you as he finally goes slack. He drops his head, nuzzling against your neck, panting deeply.

"Holy fucking shit!" You hear Van exclaim against the skin of your neck, and you can't help it. A loud laugh erupts from you, and hear him laugh too, a low throaty sound.

"So now you know what all the fuss is about!" You giggle, and Van pulls away but only just. He's still inside you and he holds himself up on his elbows, his face just inches away from yours.

"I'll say," he grins, shaking his head with a slightly stunned expression. "That was amazing... you're amazing!"

Your heart feels full, and you don't want this moment... this closeness to end. You're feeling giddy, drunk on the high of the moment, not even thinking about what you're saying until the words just tumble out of you like you've no control of them.

"I think I might be falling in love you..."

You'd been thinking it, but you hadn't planned on telling him. You feel vulnerable all of a sudden, lying pinned beneath him with nowhere to hide, baring your soul with no idea of how he'll react.

He looks shocked, but only for a second. His eyes spark bright and the smile spreads on his face, wider and wider until you think he's practically glowing. "You've no idea how happy that makes me. I reckon I've been in love with you since that day I met you at the radio station! I wanted to say something, but I was nervous. I didn't think for a minute you felt the same way."

He trails off, laughing to himself and you're laughing too, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, exactly where you're both supposed to be.

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No Nut November Part 3

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You try to tempt Van to fail the challenge by putting on a show for him // use of sex toys // it’s just really dirty I’m so sorry ha ha 🤭

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Despite a tricky start to November for Van he copes with week one very admirably. You're quite impressed, not that you'd admit it to his face.

As for you, you find that your own sexual appetite is piqued more than usual whenever your mind strays to your latest sexual encounter, reliving the feeling of letting your inhibitions completely go as you took what you wanted from Van. There was something extremely liberating about it, and it's bolstered your sexual confidence to new levels. That only makes your situation all the more frustrating as you find yourself wishing and hoping that Van slips up and you catch him having a crafty wank behind closed doors. You just haven't decided on a suitable form of punishment yet... well punishment in the loosest of terms. You're starting to suspect that Van's secretly harbouring a submissive kink that you're only too happy to help him discover.

The following Friday rolls around and Van's attention is taken by music making and rehearsals with the band and your boredom sees you flicking aimlessly through social media to while away the hours.

You sigh in frustration as yet another advert pops up on Instagram... there really are too many adverts on this app. You go to scroll quickly by, but then the name of the website being advertised and the fact that there's a 40% sale on catches your eye. It's the adult toy website that you'd been looking at with Van a few weeks back. You never made a purchase at the time but with your mission in mind you decide that now might be a good time for a little shopping spree.

Last time you and Van visited Ann Summers together you were far too embarrassed and flustered to linger long in the aisles, quickly shoving a small vibrator and a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs into your basket before racing to the till to pay. It's a different experience altogether shopping online though. You can peruse at your leisure with no embarrassment at all, but some of the items still make you blush nevertheless. Thirty minutes later you're fishing in your handbag for your credit card and selecting next day delivery, a huge grin on your face and sinful thoughts running through your head whilst you start to plot exactly how you're going to entice Van into losing the challenge.

You step out of the shower and reach for a big fluffy towel off the bale, wrapping it around yourself and securing it at your chest. You'd slipped out of bed and into the shower whilst Van was still dozing and you wonder whether he's awake yet. Last night you'd met all the lads in the pub and Van was a little tipsy, his affectionate touches quickly turning needy by the time you'd stumbled home and into bed which was always his way. You'd resisted steadfastly, reminding him that it was still only the 9th of November and asked him if he was struggling now, how was he going to feel by the 19th? He'd just huffed grumpily at that, mumbling something about 'your stupid idea' and turning over in bed, quite literally giving you the cold shoulder, finally drifting off into a restless sleep.

You'd been dismayed at the time, wondering whether this was still such a good idea, and who was really benefiting from Van's abstinence, but then you'd reminded yourself of your plan and you'd drifted off to sleep with a warm glow between your thighs and a smile on your lips.

"Mmm... what time is it?" Van's sleep-heavy voice drifts across to you as you sit down on the bed, reaching for your tube of body lotion.

"It's just after 9," you reply, not turning around to face Van. You can see his reflection quite clearly in the large vanity mirror sitting on your dressing table. "Thought I'd let you sleep in as I presumed you'd have a sore head this morning."

"S'not sore, it's just..."

His voice trails off as he rolls over on to his back to see you sitting on the end of the bed, bath towel pooled around your hips, bare breasts jiggling tantalisingly in the reflection of the mirror as you massage the lotion into your arms.

"Huh?" You do turn around then, swivelling your body around to fully face Van, keeping a neutral expression even though his slack jaw and wide eyes are making it hard to suppress the smug smile that's threatening to surface.

"What?"

"You were just about to say something weren't you?"

"Oh... I... errr... I forgot what I was going to say now."

You turn away from Van, rising up off the bed, squeezing more lotion into your palm and then rubbing it between your hands to warm it up. It's still cold on your shower-warm skin, delicate goose-bumps breaking out over your body as you massage it over your neck and upper chest, moving down towards the swell of your breasts. You don't need to look at Van's reflection now. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you as he watches on. You take your time smoothing the lotion over your breasts, cupping them in your hands, kneading at your flesh. Your nipples had already pebbled at the feel of the cool air hitting them when you'd shed your towel, and the feel of the cool lotion on them just makes them peak all the more. You let your fingers pinch at them a little, your breathing deepening from the sensation. You're aware of Van shifting on the bed behind you but he stays quiet. Satisfied that he's enjoying the show you squeeze out yet more lotion and start massaging it over your tummy and down over your hips, bending over so Van has a perfect view of your ass. You hear the bed creak as he changes position again and this time he doesn't stay quiet.

"Fucking 'ell Y/N, what are ya trying to do to me, eh?"

You straighten up immediately, turning around to face him in all your naked glory, your skin flushed and deliciously dewy from your skin-care routine, a look of pure innocence on your face.

"What do you mean? I'm just getting ready."

"Oh, come off it. You're deliberately trying to turn me on aren't ya?"

He's sitting up in bed now, the covers draped low over his hips, his hair all mussed and a mischievous smile gracing his lips. A quick glance down clearly shows the bed-sheets tented in his lap and you let your eyes linger there purposefully to show that you've noticed.

"Turn you on? I'm just moisturising. It's part of my daily routine. It's not my fault literally everything gives you a hard-on is it?"

You bite back amusement, managing to maintain your demure expression as Van narrows his eyes at you. "You're telling me you're not trying to tease me right now? I don't believe you."

"Honestly I'm not," you lie, turning away from him and reaching for your silk robe from the back of the dressing table chair, shrugging it on but not bothering to fasten it. "If I was deliberately trying to tease you, you wouldn't have to ask if I was. You'd know about it for sure."

You hesitate, hoping your plan's going to work, titivating your hair in the mirror whilst you wait. It's quiet and you wonder whether Van's going to take the bait, but he does as predicted, and your pulse quickens in anticipation of your next move.

"What's that supposed to mean then, huh?"

You turn to face him, slowly, perching on the edge of the dressing table and leaning casually back propped on your hands, cocking your head back.

"If I was really trying to tease you you'd have lost the challenge already."

"Is that so?"

There's a flicker of something in Van's eyes, a fiery determination. He's so sure he's going to win this but he really doesn't appreciate the fact that you're not going to make things very easy for him. In fact you're prepared to play dirty. Very dirty.

"Uh-huh," you smile, letting your robe fall open fully. "You wouldn't be able to help yourself."

You spread your legs a little but not enough to be obvious. Not yet.

Nevertheless Van's gaze drops down immediately between your thighs and you wonder if he can see how aroused you are. The wild thoughts that have been running through your head all morning have definitely been firing you up and you can feel wetness coating your inner thighs, a steady pulse stirring you through.

"Sounds like a challenge to me," Van says, his voice low. His finally drags his eyes upwards again to meet yours and they're simmering with heat. It's intoxicating, the way that he looks at you with all that hunger. You can feel your confidence swelling and your inhibitions falling away. It's time to push the boundaries now and really tempt him to break his control.

"Maybe it is..."

"Well go on then... challenge accepted."

You reach down to grasp the handle of your dressing table drawer, sliding it open and feeling around inside for a specific object. You maintain eye contact with Van as your fingers alight on what you were looking for, ramping up the anticipation as you hesitate for a moment. His tongue darts out to swipe over his lower lip and he shifts again where he sits but he stays quiet, waiting, his face a mask of curiosity.

"I have a little surprise for you..."

Your heart's pounding now, matching the throbbing pulse between your legs. You curl your fingers around one of your new purchases, taking a deep breath before you slowly withdraw your hand, finally revealing your seductive plan to Van.

"Fucking 'ell," he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head, mouth falling open in surprise as he watches you in wonderment, the sultry temptress, extending your tongue to lick at the shaft of the large, thick vibrator that you're holding. "When did ya buy that?"

"Oh I just ordered it the other day when I was bored," you say nonchalantly, spreading your legs even wider. "Was missing your cock, so I thought that this might help..."

You place the tip of the toy on your lips, suckling gently on the end, teasing him.

He swallows, hard, his eyes pooling with heat, his voice raspy as he speaks. "And... does it?"

You shrug. "I dunno... shall we find out?"

You can hardly believe what you're doing, putting on a show for Van like this. You've touched yourself in front of him before but always when you've been in bed, exploring your own and each other's bodies together. Now it's just you, totally exposed and in the spotlight with him as the captive audience. If you'd realised how powerful it would make you feel though you'd have done this a long time ago. You can feel the adoration and desire radiating off of him as he looks on eagerly, not quite believing his eyes.

You flick the switch on the base of the vibrator to a gentle hum as Van watches on, bringing it down between your spread legs and brushing the tip lightly over your clit. A small sigh escapes you and you press it harder against your skin, a shiver coursing through you. "Mmm..."

"You're not playing fair."

Van's voice is thick and choked, his eyes glazing with lust as he watches you lower the toy to your entrance, running it over your folds, coating it in the juices of your arousal.

"Want me to stop?" You ask, a sly grin on your lips which pull into a small O as you work the toy over your sensitive nub again, your slickness enhancing the feeling.

"No... no... don't stop," Van blurts, his face flushing as he squirms on the bed, the bedsheets falling away from his erect cock which looks temptingly hard, just begging for attention. You fix your eyes on it, making a show of licking your lips.

"Feels so good," you murmur breathily, your inhibitions melting away. "I really wish it was you though... it doesn't feel as good as you do."

You run the vibrator against your slit before starting to push the tip inside you. It's so much bigger than your previous purchase which is a small, discreet, slim model that keeps you company whilst Van's on tour. You'd been too embarrassed in the shop to go for anything more daring. In contrast this one is long and thick and much more life-like, and you're already anticipating how good it's going to feel when it stretches you out.

"I wish it was me too," Van whines. "God I wanna fuck you so bad right now. You wouldn't believe how much."

"Too bad you can't though, huh?" You taunt, your arousal growing by the second, the power you hold over Van at that moment like a hit of the most addictive drug.

You start to push the toy further inside you, taking your time, watching Van's reactions, the way his eyes blaze hungrily and his hands fist at the bedsheets. His bottom lip's pulled in between his teeth, bitten in frustration. A low groan leaves his throat.

"Fuck..." you breathe, long and drawn out as the vibrator moves deeper inside you, your walls fluttering around it as it slides against your slickness. The vibrations pulse through you, intensifying the sensation of fullness. You allow yourself a moment to compose yourself, leaning back further on the dresser, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go.

"You really wanna see this?"

His reply is immediate, words spilling from him quickly. “Yeah, show me... wanna see you... please."

And it's the 'please' that really gets to you, travelling straight to your core, the way he says it, the neediness in his voice. He's in absolute awe of you, wrecked before you've even touched him. And god, how you want to touch him. You want to tear him apart with your bare hands and then piece him back together again, tease him until he's begging with tears in his pretty eyes.

"Please babe..."

So you grant him his wish, pulling the vibrator back and driving it inside you again, slow at first, over and over, moaning loudly as it catches a delicious spot deep inside you at every downward thrust. You try to keep your eyes on Van's but you can feel them rolling back involuntarily, fluttering shut as waves of pleasure make you clench around it.

You just fuck yourself even harder, deep enough that you can't control the whimpers falling from your lips, your hips rocking back and forth. You're almost lost in the moment but then you hear Van groaning softly and your eyes snap open to catch his hand straying towards his dick, his body shuddering as his fingertips brush over the head.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The words burst from you, sharp and harsh, shocking even you. Van's mouth falls agape but he doesn't stop, not right away, tentative fingers wrapping around his dick, desperate for some relief. You're sure you've broken his will and you immediately stop what you're doing, withdrawing the vibrator, already missing the sensation.

"I'm sorry babe... I'm sorry. Don't stop, please don't stop. I'll be good..."

His voice is strained and gruff, breathless, his eyes dark and blown. It's taking him all his willpower and restraint not to forego the challenge but he'd rather torture himself by watching you get yourself off. Just as suspected your denial is his sweetest torment... and in turn his obedience is your greatest turn on.

"Good boy," you purr and you swear you practically see his soul leave his body at those two words.

He moves his hand away quickly, his fingers flexing needily, grasping again uselessly at the sheets. His neglected cock stands rigid and stiff, the flushed tip weeping pre-cum. You lick your lips again, imagining positioning yourself over him and sliding down on it, how good it would feel to fuck yourself hard on him but you resist, knowing the longer you hold off the more satisfying the reward will be for both of you.

So you resume your sleazy show for Van, propping one foot on the back of the dressing table chair to afford him a better view as you tease your entrance with the vibrator before inching it inside you once again. You've ramped up the vibrations this time and it makes you tremble as you hold it in place, locating your g spot and applying more pressure until you feel the waves of pleasure start to swell.

"Oh Van," you moan, knowing how he loves to hear you call his name in the throes of passion even though he's not the cause of it this time.

"Baby... fuck... you look so good. Make yourself come, please... I really wanna see you come."

You tip your head back, your free hand rising up to tug at your stiffened nipples. You slide the toy fully out, feeling the wetness trickling down your inner thighs, using your slick to slide the tip over your clit in tight strokes that make your whole body quake. You're so close.

You force your eyes open to look at Van, loving the yearning etched on his face and the fire in his eyes, the way his hips are bucking upwards like he's imagining driving his cock inside you. He looks so good like this, but all you can think is how much better he'd look if he was cuffed to the bed, helpless and vulnerable and needy whilst you edged him relentlessly until he was a ruined, gorgeous mess. Your usually self-assured, in-control boyfriend, fucked out and desperate and begging for his release.

The wicked thoughts just push you closer to the brink of your own high and you whimper and tremble as your hips snap up harshly to meet the source of your pleasure. You're lost now, a desperate goal to reach your climax eroding all other thoughts.

"I'm gonna come!" You announce, fixing your eyes on Van's, soaking up the need in his as he watches you start to fall apart, twitching and writhing against the dresser. It feels good and you let that fact show, your breathy moans filling the room as the swells of your orgasm begin to ripple through you.

"Oh god... oh fuck... feels so good," you moan, dragging it out even when the waves start to subside, not wanting to lose Van's undivided attention.

Not that you need to worry. He sits there transfixed, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes glazed and his skin flushed, trying to rein in his desire. Small beads of perspiration adorn his bare chest and his forehead, giving him a lustrous sheen, his hair sticking to his forehead. He's so tightly wound he looks like a bomb that's ready to explode.

Perfect.

You sigh deeply, leaning back against the furniture for a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling deeply, loving the fact that your normally talkative boyfriend has been rendered speechless by your display. You suppose you should feel sated but in truth you feel like you're only just warming up, your body and your mind revving up for the main event.

You watch Van squirm, the desire so thick running through his veins that he doesn't know quite what to do with himself.

"Told you didn't I? That you'd know if I meant to tease you?"

You let a smirk dance on your lips, teasing, knowing. It's a question you don't expect an answer to but he gives one anyway, still caught under your spell.

"S'not fair you know... you winding me up like this."

"Didn't hear you complaining when you were begging me not to stop."

You raise an eyebrow playfully, your smile widening into a cheeky grin as you toss the vibrator down carelessly on to the bed next to him, grasping the edges of your robe and finally covering up your body, withdrawing from Van whilst he's still teetering on the edge of control. It's all about timing now and you can't linger too long. You don't want to give him chance to cool off too much and lose that sense of needing you. You quickly step towards the bedroom doorway.

"Hold on... where ya going?"

Van calls after you and you pause in your tracks, swivelling around to face him, taking in his dazed expression. "Oh I've got loads to do today, I'm making my mum a cake, then I've got to ring round and see who's coming to Benji's party. Might clear out the garage after lunch..."

You tick off the jobs on your fingers, purposefully calm and collected, not like you've just put on a show that would make a porn star blush. Van looks on disbelievingly.

"What? After that? You're just going to go off and do chores? But what about..." he pauses, pulling the covers up over his lap, covering his erection. "What about me?"

You laugh then, shaking your head, letting your smugness show, delighted with yourself. "What about you? Thought you said this'd be easy?"

"B.... B... but..."

You don't let him finish, turning on your heel and heading for the door, firing a suggestion over your shoulder as your parting shot. "Another cold shower maybe?"

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your-divine-ribs · 6 days

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will there be a Smutty Sunday story today? 👀

Yes yes yes I was hoping to write today but I’m so hungover I’m good for nothing ha ha. Gonna post a couple of things right now 🥰

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Kinktober 🩵 Inside

"We don't have to do anything, we don't even have to move, we could just lie here together. I just wanna be inside ya love, is that okay?"

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The bed dips and you stir, your mind fogged over with sleep, caught in that hazy realm between dreaming and wakefulness. You squint through the darkness at the faintly glowing display on your bedside clock.

4:06 am... ughhh... you have to get up for work in less than three hours.

Your eyes flutter shut again, chasing sleep, elongating your limbs in a restless stretch and going to turn over but something stops you, your body colliding with the warmth of bare skin.

"Sam?" His name sounds thick on your tongue, your voice laden with sleep. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He's just got back from his American tour at this ungodly hour, slipping straight into your bed like he's never been away. Filling that empty space that's been driving you crazy for three whole weeks.

"Am sorry love," he murmurs from behind you and you feel an arm wrap tightly around your waist as he pulls you in closer to the warmth of his bare chest. "Didn't mean to wake ya."

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, planting a few soft kisses as his breath warms your exposed skin. The hand on your waist strays under the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wear to sleep in, rubbing small circles.

"S'okay," you mumble into the darkness of your room, then "I'm so tired" as an afterthought, a weak kind of resistance even though you're already pushing your hips back into his.

He's so soft and warm and he feels so good pressed up tight against you, comforting and rousing in equal measures. You hear him laugh, feel the warm huff of air tickle the back of your neck. "Thought you said you were tired pet..."

"I am," I you insist, sulkiness tinging your words. "I've got to get up in a few hours. It's good to have you back though... missed you."

"Mmm, missed you too," he hums into the back of your neck, sending a pleasant vibration through you. His hands wander downward to smooth over the contours of your ass through the thin lace of your panties and he lightly squeezes you, making you squirm.

"Don't get any ideas, it's like 4am," you whine, burying your face in your pillow and he's quick to reply, surprisingly agreeable.

"I'm tired too, bloody knackered actually. Can never sleep in those tour bus bunks. Got fidget-arse Joe above me and Dean just across the way snoring like a warthog. Don't worry love, shagging's the last thing on my mind right now."

"It is?"

The disbelief rings out clear in your voice, earning another chuckle from him. This is novel. You don't think Sam's ever not in the mood. He usually needs little encouragement, just the feel of your body pressing up against his enough to raise his pulse... and to raise something else.

Despite his words you can feel the definition of his cock through his boxers pressing against the swell of your ass. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little disappointed. You've missed this... you've missed him and the way he makes you feel.

"I thought that maybe we could try something different," he murmurs, voice quiet, a little tentative like he's testing the waters. "I've missed ya so much, just being here, cuddling and stuff, being close... and I've really missed being inside ya, like you wouldn't believe."

His hips shunt forward a little as if to demonstrate and your breath catches, a tiny spark lighting, threatening to burn away your tiredness.

But Sam has other ideas, his voice hopeful as you feel him shift behind you, shedding his boxers. "We don't have to do anything, we don't even have to move, we could just lie here together. I just wanna be inside ya love, is that okay?"

"Okay..." you mumble, a little hesitantly even though you're already tugging your panties down your legs and kicking them off. You can't deny the way your body reacts to him being so close, the thrill that simmers in your core as you imagine him burying himself inside you whilst he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress.

But that's not what he's implying... is it?

Your confusion quickly melts away as you feel him reaching to hook your leg over his hip, opening you up as you feel his unclothed cock pressing temptingly against your entrance. He drags the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness, mouthing tender kisses on your neck as he begins to ease himself slowly inside you.

"Sam..."

You breathe out his name, an automatic reaction as your body stretches and moulds itself around him, accepting him, welcoming him. The slow, blissful drag of his cock against your walls has you fisting the bedsheets as he buries himself inside you up to the hilt.

"Shit... forgot how good you feel," he says, voice slightly shaky, large hands moving from your hips to slide around your waist, pulling you closer. He presses his lips against your neck again, murmuring sweet praises that travel straight to your core, your hips automatically pushing back to seek that blissful friction.

"Nuh-huh love," he chuckles, fingers flexing around your waist, holding you tightly pressed against him. "That's not how it works. Ya gotta keep still, okay?"

He holds completely still in you, hot and thick against your tight heat and you can't help but squirm from the need for friction, movement, anything.

"Sa-am," you whine, frustration chasing away any remnants of sleepiness. "I'm all for experimentation in bed but this is like torture!"

"Hmm my pretty girl getting impatient huh?" He teases, shifting his hips barely imperceptibly, pushing himself impossibly deeper until his cock kisses the depths of you. You have to clamp your lips shut tight to stifle a whine, determined not to show your neediness. You want him badly but this is his idea and you're stubborn as hell. You're positive you'll get what you want but you don't want to show your weakness. You don't want to be the one to break first.

"Nah, I can handle it," you reply, trying to hide the smirk from your voice, faking a yawn which you hope sounds convincing. "And I am still pretty tired after all... reckon we could sleep like this? Feels nice."

"Err... yeah... sure," he mutters and you swear you hear a note of dismay in his voice. He probably thought you'd be begging by now. "It is really nice. Ya feel so warm and snug and tight around me... perfect."

You just smile to yourself, making out like you're getting comfy whilst you surreptitiously bring a finger up to brush over your clit, your pussy automatically clenching as you bite back a sigh.

"Shit," he hisses, and you relish the keen sound he makes as you press down on your clit again and your body reacts, contracting around him, effectively milking his cock.

His fingers move against your skin, grasping you firmly, the pressure of his teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down a little where the neckline of your t-shirt gapes open. The sensation makes you clamp down on him again, a moan slipping out that you don't try to hide this time.

"Fuckin' 'ell love, I don't think I can do this after all," he mutters throatily, hands back on your hips as he draws himself back to fully plunge into you, an impassioned groan vibrating across your skin. His fingers are digging in so hard you feel he might leave permanent dents.

"Thought it was a stupid idea," you giggle, triumphant. "Now are you gonna fuck me then or what?"

"Can't bloody resist ya can I?" He huffs in amusement, your bold request finally breaking his resolve. You both knew full well it wasn't going to be enough. It was never going to be enough just being close, the two of you always needed more of each other in every single way.

You let him manoeuvre your body so he can slide on top of you, the delicious heavy weight of him pushing you face-down into the mattress. You arch yourself back into him and he responds by thrusting deep, tangling his fingers through yours and pressing your hands firm to the bed as he sinks into you with a groan of pure relief.

You're completely enveloped by him, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you in this position, your moans and whimpers muffled by the pillow as he finds a steady rhythm, each buck of his hips pushing you closer to the brink.

"Feels so good... missed ya so much... love ya so much darlin'..." His words are interspersed with kisses, hot, wet and sweet, scattered along your jaw and your neck, every thrust rocking deep and hitting that blissful little spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

You don't normally come from sex alone but tonight is different, you can feel the pressure building deep inside, shockwaves of indescribable pleasure as you surrender yourself to him.

He groans your name out loud, hips stuttering against your ass, grinding a final thrust as he comes, pouring into you like molten heat.

You both lie there for a moment in the quiet, completely spent and panting, him slumped over you until you begin to squirm beneath him. "Sam, you're squashing me now!"

"Shit, sorry pet," he laughs, rolling back on to his side, taking you with him so you're still fused together pressed up tight against him, the little spoon. You can feel him softening inside you, his release dripping out of you and soaking into the sheets.

"So much for just lying there," you grin and hear him chuckle, feel the warm vibrations of his laughter carry through his body to yours. "Are you gonna let me go now then?"

"Love..." he starts, the affectionate timbre of his voice warming you through as you feel him press a soft kiss to your hair, humming softly in contentment. "I ain't ever letting you go."

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I’m With the Band Part 12

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It takes Van around ten minutes to come back to join the group, and he stalks back in, shooting me a scowl. I just smirk at him, wondering if he had to bolt off to the toilets for a sneaky wank. I hope so. It would serve him right.

I've been chatting to Benji about the gig but I can tell his attention is elsewhere. He keeps slipping his phone out of his back jeans pocket every few minutes and surreptitiously looking at it.

"Are you even listening to me?" I say after the tenth time, getting annoyed now.

Benji looks a little forlorn as he jams the phone back into his pocket. "Shit, I'm sorry Bella, it's just that I've not heard from my girlfriend Kate. She was supposed to be at the gig tonight and she didn't show, and now she's not returning my calls."

"You shouldn't put up with her shit Benji, you're too good for her!" Lucy's voice suddenly sounds from right behind us and I jump slightly. I hadn't even noticed her there.

I turn to see that her and Bob have moved over to join in the conversation but Bob looks embarrassed. "Lucy! Don't say stuff like that!" He pleads, then he looks at his friend. "Sorry mate!"

"It's okay, don't worry about it. Lucy's only saying what everyone else thinks and is too afraid to say," Benji says sullenly.

"What's all this?" I say, linking my arm through Benji's, ears pricking up at the thought of hearing some potentially juicy gossip.

It's not that I revel in other people's misery, it's just that all of a sudden I think I might have found a way to get closer to Benji who's been a bit of an enigma since I met him. And even though things are getting complicated enough with my increasing flirtations with Johnny and sexual tensions with Van reaching boiling point, there's always room for a bit more excitement in my life. And Benji is kinda cute...

"You don't wanna hear about all my problems I'm sure," Benji says, a hopeless little smile on his lips that just makes him even more endearing.

"Hey, if I'm coming on tour with you guys I really want to get to know you all better. And if there's anything I can do to help... a female perspective I can give..."

I'm interrupted by a loud snorting noise and quickly look up to see my cousin standing there, hands on hips with an incredulous look on his face.

"What?" I snap.

Larry's grinning but his tone is sarcastic. "Oh I wouldn't take relationship advice from our Bells!"

I quickly unlink arms with Benji and step over to him. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Larry quickly glances between Bob, Benji and Lucy who are all wearing bewildered expressions, before looking back at me. "Can I have a word?" He says, grabbing me by the elbow and steering me away down the same corridor I'd been down with Van only a little earlier.

I don't get far before I whirl around and out of Larry's grip, coming to face him, confrontational. "What was all that about?" I hiss, but I know what's coming before he even opens his mouth.

"What the fuck's up with Van?"

I can't help the smirk that sneaks on to my lips. I've obviously wound him up enough that he can't hide it from his best friend.

"Well... last time I checked he was an arrogant git who fancies himself something chronic, why? You're supposed to be his best mate, you should know that already!"

My smart-arse comment which I thought was actually quite amusing just falls flat with Larry, whose eyes narrow at me in a suspicious manner.

"What's going on with you two? You're shagging aren't you? Van wouldn't admit it, but there's something going on. I can tell."

This riles me. "Actually we're not!" I snarl. "And even if we were, what's it to you?"

I've just about had enough of Larry treating me like a child. I can flirt with and fuck whoever I like. I fix him with an angry glare and I can actually see the ice starting to visibly melt. He never could stand conflict.

He shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortable, glancing around like he's checking that no one's listening before he starts to speak. "Look Bells, I really don't want us to fall out. Especially not if we're all going to be stuck on a tour bus for weeks... it's just that... Van... well he's me best mate and all that..."

"I don't care if he's your best mate, he's still a pain in the arse!" I cry.

"Shhh don't shout!" Larry implores. "He'd kill me if he knew I was round here speaking to you about him."

"Okay, okay!" I lower my voice. "But I don't see why you're fighting his battles for him. If he's got something to say to me he can say it himself."

Larry looks awkward, glancing around again, voice even lower so I have to lean in to hear him. "The thing is Bella... he likes you. He really likes you."

I ignore the flurry of excited butterflies that this comment stirs in my gut, trying to focus instead on Van's annoyingly smug face back there in the toilets, or the fact that he thought it would be a good idea to leave me dangling over the precipice of what was shaping up to be a particularly mind-blowing orgasm before denying me. That soon has the butterflies taking flight and my anger returning.

"I sincerely doubt it. He's probably only showing an interest in me because I'm not simping over him like all those little wannabe groupies at the gig tonight."

Larry is insistent though. "It's true! I've known Van my whole life and I know when he's crazy about someone. It's just like back when we were kids. He had it bad enough then..."

He starts chuckling to himself like he's recalling a memory. This just confuses me. Van used to hate me when we were kids. The only time he was nice to me was when he was planning a horrid prank and trying to lull me into a false sense of security. And I'd fallen for it time after time, my naive nine year old self still looking up to my big cousin and his friends even though they used to terrorise me.

"Van used to be horrible to me," I state. "He was probably the worst one out of you and all of your mates."

Larry shakes his head. "Come on, you know what young lads are like, they tease the girls they fancy the most! Van never used to admit it, but I knew he liked ya. He couldn't play the guitar yet back then, but he was always into his lyrics. He used to have this old notebook he was always scribbling in. He'd never let anyone see it, even me... but I sneaked a look once and it was full of these like... love poems... with your name scrawled everywhere!"

The sentiment is sweet but I'm just not the sentimental type unfortunately. "Fucks sake Larry, we were kids! I had a massive crush on my bloody history teacher and I was so sure I was gonna marry him! It means nothing!"

"Oh really? So why's he still writing songs about you now then?"

This statement stuns me into silence. I feel my mouth fall open involuntarily and try to shut it, but it falls open again.

"Arabella Turner... actually lost for words for once," Larry laughs. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Those damn butterflies are back, and this time they're not going anywhere. They're here to stay. My mind's whirring and I can actually feel a warm glow in my cheeks.

"Well... that doesn't mean anything," I protest. "I bet Van writes songs about loads of girls. And besides, his lyrics... they're... they're... just a bit shit really..."

I trail off, aware that there's absolutely no conviction in my voice and what's more, Larry can see right through me. There's a glint of playful teasing in his eye as he speaks. "So I guess you don't wanna know what the song was about then?"

Shit... I want to know. I really want to know. But I'm stubborn and I'm bloody-minded and I really don't want Larry to know that I've got a picture in my head of Van sitting there, dreamily strumming on his acoustic guitar, his head full of thoughts of me... and it's making my heart beat faster than a humming bird's wings.

"Actually I'm not bothered," I say, although it pains me to say the words and I'm mentally chastising myself inside. "And don't look at me like that. I'm really not interested in Van... or any of the other lads in the band. So you can stop hassling me now."

I finish my sentence with a little shrug for added effect, but Larry doesn't seem convinced, although he doesn't push me any further. His expression softens into a smile after a short hesitation.

"Well... I guess Van'll be disappointed, but it's probably better this way. Maybe he'll stop being so jealous of you and Bondy if he knows that he doesn't have a chance."

"Oh?" The mention of Johnny has me intrigued.

"Yeah, he keeps going on about him offering you guitar lessons or something and how he could do just as good a job of teaching you... Look Bells, I know you think I'm always on your back but I just don't want my mates falling out over you. I've got Van moping around all sulky like some lovesick teenager on one hand, and then Bondy falling all over himself to 'teach you the guitar' on the other..."

As he talks about the promises of guitar tuition he places extra emphasis on his words, like there's some hidden meaning being it. I scrunch up my face in confusion, hoping he'll elaborate.

"Oh come on Bells... can't you see it? Van and Bondy are both crazy about you. And I've even caught Benji giving you the eye and he's got a girlfriend! I just think things could get awkward very quickly if you were playing them off against each other... but you wouldn't do that... would you?"

Having Larry call me out like this is an entirely uncomfortable experience and one I never thought that I'd care about... but for once I actually find myself considering his words and thinking about the consequences.

But this is all wrong. I'm Arabella-Fucking-Turner for christ's sake. I shop. I drink. I party. I fuck. I'm a good time girl. I don't care about feelings and I DEFINITELY don't fall in love...

"Of course not Larry," I assure him. "And you don't need to worry about your friends, I'm just not interested. Now... haven't we got a party to go to back at the hotel?"

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I know he's supposed to be the bad guy but Ice Cold Van is so hot to me 🔥

Fictional bad boys are so hot to me idk what it is, the more murderous the better ha ha 🔥

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Ice Cold Part 14

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Lyla struggles to make sense of her emotions…

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By some miracle Raj survived his injuries, and Jen stayed in Paris with him for the following week whilst he underwent surgery and was strong enough to be transferred to a hospital back in the UK. Meanwhile I was flown home the very next day amid a whirlwind of speculation that the criminal network that Van worked for were losing a grip on their stronghold and were acting out of desperation by ordering such a brutal attack. Although Van had taken out the primary target by administering a deadly poison, the other two gunmen had been given different assignments. They had been tasked with eliminating all agents by any means necessary, and any resulting loss of life would only serve to get their violent message across. They weren't going to back down and they were a force to be reckoned with. Twenty innocent lives had been cruelly snatched away, seen as nothing more than collateral damage.

Van evaded capture yet again, and I was lauded as some kind of hero for taking out two killers.

"Lyla, you never cease to amaze me, you said you wouldn't let me down and you didn't. Absolutely incredible work."

Paul's praise settled over me like a suffocating blanket, and I could only manage a weak smile. "I was just doing my job. And if I'd acted quicker I probably could have prevented all those people from being killed."

"Nonsense!" Paul said forcefully. "You couldn't have foreseen what was about to go down. Many more would have lost their lives including Raj if you hadn't taken that gunman down when you did. And as for wrestling Van's gun out of his hands and shooting the other attacker..."

Paul trailed off, shaking his head in amazement, glowing with pride. I looked down, unable to carry on looking him in the eye. I felt sick to my stomach about the lies that I'd told and the knowledge of what I was doing in Van's hotel room whilst innocent people lay dead and dying.

No one seemed to question the glaring holes in my improbable story. Like what happened to Van's gun after I'd managed to unarm him and shoot the other assailant. Or how the dead man ended up in the bathtub of the hotel room that Van had been occupying. All they were interested in hearing about was how I'd courageously faced up to Van once again and escaped with my life intact. I was relieved that Jason was following up leads in Berlin as he would have likely seen straight through my charade.

"You'll be pleased to hear that there's going to be plenty of assignments coming up," Paul said, poring over the stacks of paperwork on his desk. "I know how you hate being stuck in the office."

Those words would usually have my heart racing with excitement, but they elicited the opposite reaction this time. I'd been thinking of requesting to be taken temporarily out of the field again, worried that my severe lack of judgement between right and wrong when it came to Van could result in someone from my team losing their life. But how was Paul to know? He was caught up in celebrating this apparently valiant version of me that was very far from the shameful truth.

"But I'll be needing to follow up some leads in the office following on from what happened," I mumbled uneasily. "There's plenty more agents champing at the bit to get out there."

"Not ones as experienced as you. In fact I'd go as far as to say you're the very best agent we have working in the field at the moment." Paul paused, a proud smile forming as he spoke his next words. "And that's why I want you as lead on this McCann case. I know Jason was desperate for the role, but in all confidence you're the only one I trust with such an important task."

My heart plummeted. "Lead on the case? But... but I'm not sure..."

My boss cut me off, raising up a hand and resting it gently on my shoulder. "Don't doubt yourself, I have every confidence in you. I just know you're going to be the one to bring him down. Come on, you can do this, you said so yourself. Make your dad proud after all, hey?"

I felt like my heart was made of lead it sunk that heavily. "I don't... errr... I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes," Paul said, squeezing my shoulder lightly in an encouraging gesture. "I have complete faith in you."

I left Paul's office that afternoon with the weight of the world on my shoulders and went straight to the shooting range to try and burn off some of my nervous energy. There was usually something about the reassuring weight of my gun in my hand and the satisfaction when the bullet hit the target that calmed me. Today however was different. My head spun and my vision blurred. My hands trembled. I kept picturing Van standing at the other end of the range rather than the human shaped diagram. I imagined that a head shot was a fatal blow and a shot direct to the heart area pierced flesh rather than paper. And I just couldn't do it.

I left the shooting range after thirty minutes with a lump in my throat and doubts raging through my head about whether I was really up to the job.

That evening my flat seemed smaller and more claustrophobic than usual but with the frequency of organised hits escalating all agents had a strict curfew. The homes of significant persons on the case were under surveillance too in case an attempt was made on anyone's life. Paul had made sure a trusted colleague was staking out my apartment, positive that Van would try and target me as revenge for Paris.

I tried to busy myself but it was no use. The simple pasta meal that I made for dinner was a struggle to swallow down. I tried to flick through a magazine but the words swam on the page. I sighed, slumping down on the sofa and tipping my head back, closing my eyes... and I was instantly transported back to the hotel room in Paris. I could see Van clearly in my mind, the feel of his strong hands gripping me, the way his eyes blazed with need, the heat of his breath scorching my skin. I tried to push the thoughts away but they were only replaced by a different image. It was Van again, completely devoid of any of his usual menace, almost pleading with me at the door.

"Please... please don't come after me again. I don't know how much longer I can keep you safe."

Keep me safe? This was the man who'd been tasked with executing me, the very man who should stalk my nightmares, not my fanciful daydreams. He'd told me he didn't want me harmed and true to his word he'd disobeyed direct orders to kill me, he'd tried to divert me away from the Paris massacre and he'd even killed one of his own to save my life. But what did all that mean?

It had been risky enough filling my head with dreams of fucking him but this was on a whole different level. This was dealing with emotions... feelings. It was infinitely more dangerous. And why should I feel anything? He was nothing to me. Our fleeting encounters shouldn't mean a thing. Yet I still couldn't get him out of my mind...

Frustrated, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge with a glass and made my way into the spare room where I had my desk set up and a large board on the wall that I used for pinning information on my latest assignments. Photos of Van and documents relating to the cases I'd been assigned covered the board and had spilled over to completely engulf one whole wall. It wasn't unusual for a hard-working and dedicated agent like myself to continue working on cases at home out of work hours but one look at the stack of information I had on Van showed that this was more than just conscientiousness. Tracking him had become part of my life now, as fundamental to me as eating and sleeping. I imagined him captured or dead and wondered what that would mean for my existence... how purposeless it would become.

I was twenty-five and had never had a meaningful relationship in my life since my dad got murdered. My mum had never really fully recovered and my relationship with her had broken down irreparably since my early teenage years. All she seemed to worry about nowadays was keeping up appearances. Many boyfriends and the occasional girlfriend had come and gone throughout the years, most serving as no more than a passing distraction, but never longer than a few weeks at a time.

The realisation of the fact that my life was so fucking empty stung, and I poured a generous measure of wine into my glass, tipping my head back as I drank it down, pouring out another glass immediately. I brought the glass up to my lips but hesitated, a silver-framed photo of me and my parents on my desk catching my eye. I had just turned seven in the picture, all smiles and rosy cheeks, sandwiched in between my parents who were grinning like they didn't have a care in the world. But they didn't back then. Despite my dad's dangerous career we'd all thought he was invincible at the time. It was a brutal reminder of just how fragile life was. It was precious and what was I doing with mine? Wasting it hankering after a fucked up fantasy that I had no business entertaining?

This couldn't go on. I needed to sort out my head and fast... before it was too late.

Before I could change my mind I slammed my glass down on the desk, reaching for a photo of Van on the board and tearing it forcefully down. It ripped free from its pin, fluttering down to the floor where it lay, torn. Then another came down, and another. I was like a woman possessed, snatching at photos and assignment briefs, again and again and again until I could barely see the carpet for fallen scraps of paper.

When I was finished I stood back, eyes fixed on the blank wall. It should have felt good, cleansing, therapeutic even... so why did my heart still feel so heavy?

Suddenly it was all too much. The sobs rose up my throat and burst free, hot tears brimming in my eyes and tracking down my cheeks. I screwed my eyes shut but it didn't stop them, they overspilled as soon as they were open again. The apartment felt stifling and I left the chaos of the spare room behind me, entering my bedroom and flinging the balcony door wide open, stepping out into the night. The chill air cut through the thin top I was wearing and I wrapped my arms around myself, taking another gulp of wine. I didn't care about the cold, I just needed to clear my head, think about something that wasn't Van for a while... Van... there he was again, intruding in my thoughts once again.

There was a small picnic style bench on the balcony and I slumped down on to it, hanging my head, just letting the tears flow, no longer caring about trying to stop them. Maybe I deserved this anguish, this feeling of helplessness. Maybe I deserved everything that I got.

The sharp tone of my phone ringing in my jeans pocket made me jump, but I ignored it, letting the answerphone pick up. But it rang and rang again, rudely insisting that I answered. I sighed, finally picking up on the fourth attempt, vision too blurry from tears to even read the display.

"Hello?"

There was a muffled noise, someone clearing their throat.

"Hello... who is it?"

A pause, then my heart almost slammed to a stop when the caller finally spoke.

"Lyla?"

It was him.

I tore the phone away from my ear and dropped it on to the tabletop like it had scorched me. I could just make out the faint sound of his voice as the phone lay there, he was saying my name, waiting, repeating it again...

End the call! Just pick it up, tell him not to call you again and end the call!

But when did I ever listen to that rational part of my brain? It was like my body was working against my will as my shaking hand reached out to curl around the phone and I lifted it slowly to my ear.

"Van..."

"You're upset."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Was he watching me or could he hear the tears in my voice? I quickly dabbed at my damp eyes with my sleeve, then glanced around at the dark buildings that rose up around me, wondering if he was out there somewhere close by. What if he was? An involuntary shiver shot through me, apprehension mixed with unwelcome excitement.

"I'm fine..." I took a deep breath. "What the hell are you doing calling me anyway?"

His answer was immediate. "Are you off the case?"

I braced myself, anticipating the effect my next words would have, speaking them anyway.

"No... I'm not off the case. In fact I've been promoted. I'm actually leading it."

There was a loud noise on the other end of the line, then a grunt of discomfort like he'd lashed out a fist at something. When he spoke again his voice was laced with anger.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you playing at?"

Angering Van was not a smart move, but a necessary one. If he was angry at me then it might help me to see him in a different light. His true colours. Deadly.

"We're not on the same side you know."

"It's not about sides. It's not about what's right and what's wrong. This is about us! You and me!"

His tone was razor sharp but it was the words that cut me. Us? You and me?

Alarm bells rang in my head like warning sirens. I felt like I was falling down the rabbit hole into some parallel universe where the prospect of the the two of us actually being something together was a possibility.

"There is no you and me!" I blurted, fearful of letting the concept take roots in my mind.

There was silence then and I held my breath, listening keenly for a sign that he was still there. After what seemed like a long moment he finally spoke and his voice was muted and weary sounding.

"Don't deny what you want... how I can make you feel. I can feel it... and I know you feel it too."

No! No! NO! This was all wrong!

I felt my defences rising as my mind scrambled for a response that would shut down this dangerous talk.

"Don't talk to me about feelings!" I almost cried. "All you do is kill and destroy. You're not capable of anything else! You don't know how to feel!"

"Just like you've not felt anything since your dad died?"

WHAT?

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. You've not felt anything since your dad died and you're terrified you're never gonna feel anything again. But you do now, admit it. You feel everything with me. I told you... I know you..."

I sat there, open mouthed, stunned. How could he know anything about my life? And why would he be interested? I was getting deeper and deeper into something that I was losing control of. I needed to shut it down.

"Stop! Please stop this! This... whatever it is. We can't do it. It's wrong. I have a job to do and I'm going to do it. I took an oath when I started this job. Someone has to take you off the streets."

My heart pumped as the words fired out of me, for once sounding out a threat to Van with actual conviction.

"Don't do it!" He warned, his voice raised now. "Don't fight me. You know it won't end well for you."

"You think I'm just going to give up because of some fucking stupid moment of weakness? Because that's all it was! It didn't mean anything!" I was shouting now, all fired up. "I know what I need to do now and next time I see you I won't hesitate to do it!"

Next time...

I tried not to think about how I'd see through these bold statements I was making, but I needed to do it. It was the only way. It was the only possible outcome that made sense.

"For fucks sake!" He shouted back. "Why are you doing this? You don't want this any more than I do!"

"You don't know what I want!" I protested.

"I know you want me... don't lie to yourself!"

Tears were threatening again, but I was angry this time. Angry at Van for being right. Angry at myself for letting him get under my skin. I couldn't give in. I had to be strong. I had to push him away.

"I don't want you!" I cried, sobs punctuating my words. "Why would I? You're a fucking murderer! You and the people you work for are all that's wrong with this world. You think you're any different from them? Because you're not. You're just like them. You're scum! You're just like the bastard who killed my father!"

"Don't you say that!" He growled.

"It's true! I'm going to put an end to this. And if it takes a bullet to stop you then I swear I'll do it. I'll kill you!"

Oh my god, what was I saying? Maybe I was taking this too far. You didn't just push the buttons of a man like Van and not expect a retaliation. But my heart was racing with exhilaration now, determination flooding me.

"You're treading on very thin ice... you need to watch that mouth of yours."

His sharpness was back, a threat aimed in return. This was good. This was better. This was how it was supposed to be. Van was the criminal here.

"I'm not afraid of you!" I threw the line at him knowing full well how it would rile him, and it worked.

"Trust me when I say you do not want to threaten me. Just because I don't want to kill you doesn't mean I won't take you down. If you come at me I will break you, you mark my words."

Fuck... there it was again. That familiar spark that lit deep down inside me. I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help myself.

"What you gonna do huh, Van?" I taunted, provoking him further. "Tie me up again? Fuck me into being the submissive little slut you so desperately want me to be?"

There was a long pause and I held my breath, heard his breathing come heavy down the line. When he spoke his voice was low, full of threat and menace.

"If that's what it takes, yes. There's something you should know. I can get to you anytime... anywhere... just remember that. You think you're safe in your flat just because you have an agent sitting outside? If I wanted to get to you right now he'd be dead already. I'm just biding my time... waiting... because you're going to be mine Lyla, I can promise you that."

The line suddenly went dead, leaving me sitting there, alone, cold and shivering... but feeling alive. And that had to be worth something.

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