#it's just......idk slow dancing itself is a little awkward but also quite intimate

[ladykailolu]

I’m imaging scenarios of Godot slow-dancing with his boyfriends, one at a time, one-on-one. And each time, it’s just the two of them swaying back and forth, so close to each other, in the lonely darkness of an empty room. They dance to the song “Slow Dancing in the Dark” by Joji, hands holding onto each other, fingers intertwined, Gyro and Jake resting their heads on Godot’s shoulder, taking in his scent of subtle spicy, living in the moment.

[you-andthebottlemen]

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I have combined two requests for this fic as I am not 100% confident with my smut writing. Also the second request is from an anon who originally requested it from @storiesaboutvan . So thank you anon for passing your request on to me! Hope this is okay, sorry it's kinda short! 

For any smut requests I receive from now on I will be passing them onto @mintyvan as she is incredible! And not just at smut. Check her out!! X

I feel so awkward about posting this oh man, smut is not my thing. I feel like it reads really awkwardly?? Idk. 

Request: “hello! this isn't necessarily smut and idk how you feel abt writing smut but could you do a fix where *the reader* gives van a lap dance? like something intimate/sensual :)”

Request: "Okay not sure if this smut counts as kinky but hear this: Van seated on a chair, hands tied on his back. Therefore, he cannot touch the reader. She undresses him and herself, she's a tease. Obviously, consensual. Like they've been a couple for a long time and decided to try new stuff."

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You still remembered the first time you had sex with Van all those years ago in the untucked sheets of his tiny mattress that sat in the corner of his little bedroom at the BnB, hoping no one heard you. It was messy and chaotic teenage sex that was full of bad moves and awkward sounds, rushed actions and heavy breaths, teeth and tongue and everything in between. It was completely ungraceful and not at all poetic but it was passionate and it was the closest you and he could be physically and that was something profoundly important to the both of you. 

One night, you and Van were curled up together in the bath like yin and yang, sat facing each other. You were laughing and flirting like there was no tomorrow and were treating yourselves to chocolate dipped strawberries. As the flirting escalated, you began to take turns lustfully detailing every little thing you wanted to do to the other. Between giggles and blushing cheeks, something that you loved you and Van still got with one another, you had both agreed it was time to change things up a little; try something new. Something sexy, intimate, sensual...the works. Van left it up to you to decide what that was.

While Van dried himself off after the bath, you’d drawn the curtains in the living room and cleared some space and set up a chair. You had an idea and weren’t sure if it’d work, but Van, who was unaware of your plan was a more than willing participant. You led him delicately by the hand into the room and sat him down on the chair. He followed your guidance, your heart was racing. Would he be into this?

“Okay so you know how we said we should spice things up a little? I have an idea...” 

“Babe, I’m up for anything,” he replied, looking up at you, his eyes swimming with excitement. All these years and still a moment didn’t go by where you weren’t mesmerised by all the ways he looked at you.

You pulled his t-shirt over his head, your fingers trailing ever so slightly along his skin as you did so and threw it on the floor beside you. You then pulled a black ribbon from your back pocket and crouched down behind the chair. Your plan was to tie his hands so he couldn’t touch you; you’d tease the absolute shit out of him. 

“Wha...?” He mumbled as you softly pulled his arms behind the chair. 

“This is okay yeah?” You asked as you tied the ribbon around his wrists; ribbon because you didn’t want to hurt him. 

“Yeah,” he replied in a husky voice. He was starting to get it. 

You stood up and stood in front of him, a smirk plastered to your face. 

“Wait here,” you said, blowing him a kiss. His chest puffed up and down in a deep breath. Men are so weak, you laughed to yourself.

You skipped out of the room and quickly changed into some simple black lace lingerie. Something sexy but not over the top. You looked yourself up and down in the mirror and even applied a little lip gloss which was totally out of the norm. Van didn’t care how you looked, least of all during sex; he always thought you were beautiful. But you were excited by the thought of exploring unknown territory with him so you felt like doing just that small thing for yourself too; the lingerie and the lipgloss.

You entered the room with a newfound sense of confidence and an aura of sexuality that teemed off you. As you entered from the door behind Van, he struggled to turn and look at you. 

“Fuck, y/n...” he breathed as you strut past him; you knew you looked sexy. His eyes raked over your body slowly. He was taking in every inch of you as if he were memorising this moment and you could see his eyes grow hungry. It filled you with confidence and satisfaction to see him focus on every detail of you like that.  

“You like?” You asked in a flirty tone as you stood between his legs, pushing them apart and resting your hands on this thighs, leaning into him. 

“Do I ever...you look so fucking good,” he responded, licking his lips impatiently and staring longingly into your eyes. 

You moved your face closer to his as if you were going to kiss him but instead of doing so, when you were millimetres away from his lips, you tilted your chin upright a little and looked down at him. The eye contact created a buzz of tension between you; that in itself was a turn on. You then moved your face to be by his neck, gently trailing your lips along his skin but not quite kissing it, breathing out warm air and sending shivers down his spine. 

“Do you want me?” You whispered seductively into the hair by the nape of his neck. You could feel the muscles of his arms tense as if they wanted to vigorously break free from the ribbons already.

“Yes,” he shuddered beneath you.

“Well you’re gonna have to wait,” you smirked, standing up again. It felt like pulling apart two magnets that were longing to snap back together.

Van watched you with a pained look as you went to turn the light off and began striking matches. The crease of his brow and forehead told you he was struggling already, bless him. You carefully but quickly lit a dozen little tea light candles you’d placed around the room earlier, to set the mood. Van’s eye’s followed you wherever you went and you made sure to keep your eyes on him too over your shoulder. You couldn’t deny how sexy he looked right now. He sat slightly slumped in the chair, arms of course still bound behind his back and his lip bitten between his teeth. His hair was ruffled, messy after the bath and hanging into his eyes, no shirt and just in his worn black jeans with the band of his underwear peaking above. You licked your own lips unconsciously as you checked him out. Desire was inked into his face and the tension between the two of you was excruciating. 

Once you’d lit the candles, you went back over to Van and slowly pushed between his legs again. The candles, being the only light in the room, created a warm and romantic ambience to the place. The flames made yours and Van’s skin glow a golden orange and the reflection in his eyes was heavenly.

This time you began to plant painfully slow kisses down his neck, sucking ever so slightly. You could feel him grow hard beneath you and a muffled moan rumbled in his chest already. You smiled against his skin and ran your hands over his body while you kissed now across his collarbone, taking your sweet time. He tipped his head back and his leg bounced in anticipation and probably frustration at not being able to break free and run his hands over you too. Van was always about giving, touching, feeling. Being unable to properly interact with you and your body was unnatural and painful for him, but still just making him want you more. Crouching, you moved your hands to his hips, running a thumb along the waistband of his underwear. You looked up at him, biting your bottom lip as you began to unbutton his jeans from down below. Van exhaled strongly.

“Christ y/n,” he whined, his mouth hanging open slightly and you grinned, pulling the jeans off down his legs. 

You threw them aside impatiently and eased yourself onto his lap, straddling him. You traced your fingers up and down his arms softly, watching as goose bumps erupted under your touch. Van’s chest began to move up and down faster as he struggled more. You sat back into his lap, straddling him tighter, squeezing your legs into his hips. You then ran a finger down his chest, stopping just underneath his belly button and between the band of his underwear. 

You reached for your bra strap and tucked your thumb under it, snapping it down on your skin. Van jolted ever so slightly at the sound and you smiled. His eyes were now glued to your chest, which was exactly what you wanted. You almost wished you could stop and take a photo of the look on his face. 

Carefully, you ran your fingers over the bra, its lines and its lace. His eyes trailed your fingertips. It was one of those bras with the clip at the front so in one swift motion, you undid it and let it fall down your arms into the crease of your elbows, hanging. Van’s eyes widened at the sight of your exposed body. He looked as though he’d never seen you before; like it was the first time all over again. That in itself drove you crazy. You let the bra fall to the floor, residing amongst the pile of Van’s discarded clothing. You wanted more than anything to forget this whole thing and just pull him straight into bed with you.

But you didn’t give in that easily. 

“Don’t you just wish...you could touch me...” you said quietly with a slight moan for the effect as you took your breasts in your hands and squeezed them gently, running your hands over your chest and down to your hips. You did what Van wished he could, but wasn’t able to do. 

At that, he physically shifted under you, rocking the chair and whined, letting out a breath; he needed you. Now. 

Just when you thought Van couldn’t take anymore, you leant into him with your arms around his neck that was now flushed pink and you could see the vein protruding from his skin. His necklace clung to his chest, sticking to the sweat. You began to gently grind on him and kiss his neck, nibbling at his earlobe. He let out a deep groan you felt the heat of his breath on your skin. The whole plan was to tease him, making him crumble; but you were struggling too. You underestimated your desire and you were aching for him. But you wouldn't even let yourself kiss him. You rolled your hips against his body and began to breathe raggedly. The two of your were quietly moaning in sync and your whole body felt like it was on fire you were so turned on. 

"Untie me y/n," Van growled, almost begging. You pulled back and looked at him; he had small beads of sweat on his forehead, his hair was ever so slightly damp on the tips. His lips were bright pink from him biting and licking them so much. You shivered at the sight of him. 

You couldn't control yourself anymore; you crashed your lips onto his and firmly pressed your chest against him. You were both slicked in a thin layer of sweat and you ran your hands desperately through his hair. Both you and Van were beyond the point of teasing being a turn on, you stood up and felt your underwear completely drenched. As you frantically untied the knots around Van's wrists and he was visibly shaking in the chair. Once the ribbon was loose, he pulled away violently and stood up, knocking the chair to the ground and pushed you against the closest wall. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply, running one hand down your body hungrily, as if he were trying to make up for the lost time. 

“Fuck...” you moaned quietly.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Van rasped with a slight laugh between kisses.

“That was the point,” you breathed.

You melted under his touch and your back arched as he wedged his knee between your thighs. The tension between the two of you spiralled out of control and before things escalated any further in the living, you guided him urgently to the bedroom as if you were about to implode unless you and he became one.