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//AN// I wrote this super late last night and was so tired but ideas were coming to my head, so if this is super cringey or just rather awful let me know. I don't know how to write smut well but yes warning smut ahead.
Enjoy dudes
"I dooooobz, about fucking time." You held the door open as Ian stood in the hall. He looked somewhat attractive. Whoa (y/n), chill. It's Ian, don't be an idiot.
"Yeah man, traffic. Fucking sucks." Ian stepped past you and as he did his cologne lingered. Old spice, same as George. "So did he say when he'd be home?" Ian walked into the kitchen you following behind. He stopped and leaned against the counter and looked towards you.
"No but I do know he has an appointment with some management for his music. So therefore he can't be out all night. At latest he may be home 11:30." Ian nodded as he took in the information and smiled.
"Perfect! Follow, let's sit because you will need to sit while I explain this plan of mine to you." You shook your head as you followed him. You both sat on the couch and he placed a hand on your thigh. Wowza, alright. You looked down at his hand and back up at him. "Part of the plan." He reassured.
"Oook." You honestly didn't mind though. Ian had possibly the best hands. Weird thing to like hands yah, but when you get intimate with someone sometimes hands can be the best thing, so you told yourself. But this touch did not bother you an ounce.
"So when George comes home were gonna make it look like you slept with someone, you didn't! But it will look like it. So his little heart breaks and he gets angry, but you can be like, 'Look you did it to me too' and then bam I come out and I tell him I confirm him sneaking behind your back. Plus you have screenshots of his texts with that girl. He literally was going to occupy you like a freaking animal!" Ian started to get a bit heated and you just stared at him in awe. It was like Ian cared about your feelings, your actual relationship situation. Yeah Ian cared about you because you guys were good friends but he seemed to be protective of you.
You thought on his plan some and shrugged, "I guess that would work.. It's worth the shot?" Was that the thing to say? No probably not. Oh well word vomit, it happened.
"Great, now I guess we just wait?" Ian leaned back and held his hand on your thighs still. His thumb seemed to rub back and forth a bit and you didn't mind, but you questioned how this worked with the plan. Whatever.
"Guess so.. Wanna watch some television?" Ian nodded and you reached for the remote turning on the tv. Some stupid movie was on and you just left it because Ian seemed to know what it was.
As you two sat there it felt normal, almost like it was right. His hand on your thigh wasn't even a problem, but it did leave you to question beyond just a thigh touch. You glanced at Ian and studied him as you thought of him actually having intercourse. Jesus Christ what is wrong with me.. You shook those thoughts and looked back to the tv. You were completely dragged into the movie until you felt his hand move up a little. You glanced down at his hand and back at Ian. He was looking at you with a stupid look.
"Uh?" You gave a nervous chuckle as he leaned towards you. He was inches from your face. Dreaming? Am I dreaming? Ive gotta be dreaming. "Ian?"
"What?" He spoke quietly but his voice was deep. Wow, Jesus he's actually fuckable at this moment.
"Are we about to..?"
"Please."
You took his please as a 'as if' please, but he was asking. Next thing you knew your lips had crashed into each other and he had both his hands on your waist at this point. Your arms found their way around his neck and your hands ran through his hair. You pulled back and looked at him in the eyes, "whoa.."
Ian chuckled and spoke deeply, "There's a lot more than that.." His hands worked up and underneath your shirt as he slid it off of you. His hands felt cold against your warm skin and it sent chills throughout your whole body. Ian kissed you again, but this time with more emphasis and definitely more tongue.
His hands guided you as you leaned back and he towered over you. You reached up and slipped his shirt off, your hands planted themselves on his chest and worked back down to his pants. Ian worked quickly and already had your sweats off, leaving you panties to show, along with their wetness. You undid his pants and they slid off.
"Wait, condoms?" Shit. George had them in the bedroom but you were pretty sure they were gone. There had been a few in there but they disappeared, and hmmm I wonder where to? His little slut Brit? Yeah probably.
"Shit no.. We'll be fine, just pull out." You shrugged and didn't want to go buy some or search the apartment at this point. Ian shrugged too and leaned back down to you and kissed your neck. He nipped at your skin and left small marks as he worked his way down. His hands reached behind you and unclasped your bra and he threw it to the floor.
"Holy shit.." Ian studied you and went back to kissing and nipping at your skin as he worked down to your panties. As he slid them off you could hear him mumbling to himself, his voice deep and raspy and just that itself made you even more wet. His tongue found its way to your clit and shot the best chills up your back.
"Ian oh my god..." Your back arched as he went faster. Honestly Ian ate you out better than George had ever. He pulled back and crawled back to your face. As he did his body pressed against yours and you could feel the bulge in his boxers. "Don't fucking stop." You glared at him and he glared right back with a smirk.
"Whatever you want." He started to pull his boxers down and his bulge popped out. As he entered you he kept eye contact, watching as you squirmed at first. After a few seconds though nothing but pleasure filled your body. You moaned and grabbed his arm as he leaned over you and thrusted.
"Ian oh my god!" You grip on his arm tightened, knuckles white as he picked up speed. "Ian I'm going to cum, oh my god.." You pushed your head back as you orgasmed.
"Fuck (Y/n).." Ian let out a groan as he watched you underneath him. "I'm going to- fuck.." He let out another moan before he pulled out and came, the liquids everywhere. "Well fuck." He said it with such a sarcastic tone and gave a smirk. Ian leaned down and kissed you, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed him back the other direction and lied on him.
"That just freaking happened.. I'm not better than George.." The realization started to hit you. You sat up and Ian grabbed your hand, "He treated you lie, absolute shit. How many times have you called me complaining about the mental wear and tear he takes on you?" You just nodded your head lost in thought.
Suddenly the shutting of a door made both you and Ian jump and your stomach sank as you saw George round the corner of the kitchen.
Fuck.