Lily's POV

{Two Weeks Later}

Finn's been over a lot lately.

Not that I'm complaining. Even though we haven't technically defined what we are yet, being around him feels like breathing fresh air after holding it for too long.

We said we'd hold off on dating. Said it was too soon after everything. And I agreed. Mostly. But every time he looks at me with that lazy, crooked smile, my conviction wobbles just a little.

Still, I'm on a strict No Distractions Ban—Finn included—until exams are over. Which would be easier to stick to if he didn't look the way he does or show up the way he does... all soft eyes and warm hoodies that smell like vanilla and laundry soap.

Campus right now feels like a zombie movie. Everyone's either sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated, or both. I've been living on coffee and energy drinks, and I'm convinced my heart is planning a formal protest.

As if finals week wasn't enough chaos, there's also Nate.

Apparently, he's back. Shawn mentioned it in passing—said he came home early from his internship, almost a month ahead of schedule. No warning. No message. Just... back. But I haven't seen him around campus. Not once. Which is weird.

I glance up from my flashcards, my fingers fidgeting with the corner of one. "Do you think Nate's okay?"

Jennie lets out an exaggerated sigh and rolls her eyes. "Seriously? He found out you were kissing Finn and disappeared off the face of the earth. I think he's the one who should be asking if he's okay."

Kam doesn't even look up from her laptop. "You mean the guy whose heart you kinda... broke?"

I wince. "Yeah. That one."

She finally glances over, her expression softer now. "I'm not judging, Lil. I just don't think you owe him more pain. If you're gonna talk to him, just make sure it's for the right reasons—not guilt."

Before either of them can say anything else, a knock sounds at the door.

I sit up a little straighter, my stomach doing an annoying little flip. There's only one person who knocks like that.

As I get to my feet, Jennie calls after me, "If that's lover boy again, I swear he's got some sort of sixth sense for breaking your willpower."

Kam snickers. "She didn't even last a week."

I roll my eyes but don't bother defending myself. Because when I open the door, sure enough, it's him.

Finn stands there in his gray hoodie, curls slightly damp from the mist outside, hands tucked into his pockets like he's trying to look casual and failing miserably because he's just... him. Soft and dangerous all at once.

"Hey," he says, that crooked smile sliding across his face like it's only meant for me.

And just like that, all my resolve goes out the window.

I cross my arms, even as my chest flutters at the sight of him. "You're not supposed to be here."

He shrugs, smug as ever. "I missed you."

Behind me, Jennie groans loud enough to be dramatic. "You've got zero discipline, Lil."

Kam snorts from the couch. "Not even two weeks. I had money on one."

I roll my eyes and step aside to let him in, even though we all know I'm not actually annoyed. "This is sabotage."

"No," Finn says as he strolls inside, dropping onto the couch like he lives here. "This is strategic support. Huge difference."

He tosses a little bag onto the coffee table. "I brought snacks. And charm. You're welcome."

Jennie lifts her cup in mock salute. "Loverboy strikes again."

Kam eyes the bag. "If there are haribos in there, you may be forgiven."

Finn reaches in and tosses her a pack with a wink. "Obviously. I come bearing peace."

Kam catches it, grinning. "You're lucky you're pretty."

Jennie finishes her drink and stands, grabbing her bag from the counter. "Alright, I'm heading out before I witness something that scars me for life."

"You two behave," she adds, dropping her mug in the sink and shooting us a wink on her way out.

"She's definitely talking to you," I say to Finn, already tugging his hand toward my room.

He follows without resistance, that familiar grin playing on his lips as I lead him down the hallway. "Says the girl dragging me like she's on a mission."

"Don't flatter yourself," I shoot back, glancing at him over my shoulder.

His smirk deepens. "No promises."

The moment we step into my room and the door clicks shut behind us, everything shifts. The buzz of the apartment fades. The air thickens—quieter, heavier, charged.

Just us.

I turn to face him, sliding my arms around his neck. "Guess Jennie has a point."

His hands are already on my hips, strong and certain, like they've always known where to go. "Maybe she does," he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine. "But I'm not complaining."

Then his lips are on mine.

Warm. Sure. Laced with every ounce of restraint he's been holding back. My heart trips over itself as I melt into him, as everything else blurs out.

"Neither do I," I whisper against his mouth, just before he kisses me again.

His lips are softer this time, teasing, like he's memorising it. But when he speaks again, his voice dips into something darker—something that curls low in my stomach.

"You've been stuck in your head all week," he murmurs, voice low and wicked, breath brushing my lips. "Let me be your break."

I yank him down by the hoodie and kiss him hard—no teasing, no hesitation. Just heat. His mouth crashes onto mine like he's been waiting all damn day for permission.

His hands are on me—gripping tight, dragging me flush against him.

And that's when I feel it.

The thick, throbbing strain of his cock pressing hard through his jeans, grinding right into where I'm aching. The heat between my legs pulses instantly, my breath catching as my body arches toward him on instinct.

I'm already soaked.

Just from this. From him. From the way he smells, the way he touches me, the sheer dominance in the way he holds my body like it belongs to him.

I grind my hips against him, slow and deliberate, biting my lip as a low whimper slips from me. "Fuck," I whisper, dizzy with want. "I'm already so wet for you."

His eyes flash, dark and wild.

His hand slides to my ass, gripping it like a warning. "Say shit like that again," he growls, voice gravel rough, "and I'll take you right here, against the fucking door."

The air sparks. My thighs squeeze together. My chest rises and falls in shallow, ragged breaths.

I meet his gaze, heart hammering. "That was rude."

His jaw flexes.

"Sweetheart," he says, deadly quiet now, "if you think that was rude..."

He leans in close, lips brushing mine, voice a filthy promise.

"You haven't even seen me lose control yet."

And then—

He smashes his mouth onto mine.

No hesitation. No softness.

Just teeth, tongue, and raw, desperate need.

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Finn's POV

The taste of caramel and mints plays on my tongue as Lily deepens the kiss trying to assert dominance. I let out a soft chuckle and my hand finds its way to her hair, grabbing a fist full, I tug on it lightly and she lets out a pleased moan as I regain control of the kiss.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer, and the warmth of her body presses against mine. The world around us fades into a blur, nothing existing except the sensation of her lips on mine and the rhythm of our breath mingling.

I break the kiss for a moment, my forehead resting against hers, and look into her eyes. They're dark with desire, reflecting the same hunger that's coursing through me.

"You always have to win, don't you?" she whispers, her voice breathless.

"Only when it matters," I reply, my voice husky.

She grins, her breath catching as my hand moves from her hair to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. The space between us disappears as we melt into each other, the intensity of the kiss growing. Every touch, every brush of our lips sends sparks through my veins, a reminder of how intoxicating she is.

Lily's hands travel down my chest, her nails leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She nips at my lower lip, and I respond with a growl, the sound vibrating through both of us. Her laughter is soft, almost lost in the heat of the moment, but it's there, a reminder of the playful energy that always surrounds us.

We eventually pull apart, gasping for air, our foreheads still touching. Her eyes search mine, and I can see the affection and desire mingling there.

"You're impossible," she murmurs, her smile softening.

"And you love it," I counter, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

She sighs, a contented sound that makes my heart swell. "Yeah, I do."

I slide my arms under her, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrap securely around my waist as I carry her towards the bed, our lips finding each other again in a heated kiss. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me down.

We reach the edge of the bed, and I gently lower her onto it, our lips never breaking contact. She lands with a soft bounce, her hair splayed out like a halo on the pillows.

I break the kiss for a second and hover over her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the sheer want in her eyes making my pulse quicken and my dick strain painfully against my pants.

Her hands find the hem of my shirt again, and I help her pull it over my head, tossing it aside. She takes a moment to run her hands over my chest, her touch setting my skin on fire. I lean down, capturing her lips once more, and she arches into me, her body pressing against mine.

The kiss deepens, our tongues dancing as I let my hands roam over her curves. Her skin is soft and warm, and every touch, every caress, sends a jolt of electricity through me. I slide a hand under her shirt, feeling the smooth expanse of her back, and she lets out a soft moan that only spurs me on.

In one swift motion, I pull her shirt over her head, discarding it to join mine. I pause for a moment, my gaze drinking in the sight of her. She's breathtaking, and the look she gives me, full of longing and anticipation, is almost my undoing. I have to revert to my old trick of naming premier teams, because I may not last any longer.

I trail kisses, down from valley of her breasts to her stomach until I reach my favourite spot – in between her thighs. I can survive off Lily if I was in a desert.

I dip my head finding her throbbing swollen clit, ready for me.

I gently part her folds with my lips, savouring the taste of her arousal as I begin to trace slow circles around her clit with my tongue. Her soft moans fill the air, urging me on as I delve deeper into her pleasure. With each flick of my tongue, I feel her hips arching towards me, her hands tangling in my hair, guiding me closer to the source of her desire.

"So beautiful" I whisper against her throbbing pussy and the vibrations make her shudder.

Feeling her body writhe and pulse with each touch, I know she's ready for more. With a deft movement, I slip a single finger inside her, feeling her warmth enveloping me as I curl it just so, seeking out that spot that will send her over the edge. Her gasp spurs me on, urging me to delve deeper, to push her further.

"Finn, " she moans lightly.

But one finger is not enough to satisfy her, not when I can feel her walls clenching around me, begging for more. So, I add another, slowly stretching her to accommodate the intrusion, relishing in the way she arches into my touch, craving the sensation of being filled completely.

As I continue to work my mouth and fingers in tandem, I lose myself in the symphony of her pleasure, each moan and whimper driving me ever closer to the edge of my own desire.

With a knowing smirk, I withdraw my fingers from her, eliciting a soft whimper of protest from her lips. But the protest soon turns into a gasp of anticipation as I position myself between her thighs, guiding myself to her entrance.

As I slowly push into her, I'm met with a delicious resistance, her tightness enveloping me in a sensation that threatens to consume us both. With each inch that I bury myself inside her, I can feel her body yielding to me, opening up to accommodate my intrusion.

Her nails dig into my back as I begin to move, setting a rhythm that is as primal as it is intoxicating. With each thrust, I feel her walls tightening around me, her breathless moans urging me to go faster, deeper and harder, fucking her like a man on the brink of madness but careful enough to not break her.

"Tell me baby, do you love the way my cock is stretching you out ," I ask lowly in her ear, my voice thick with desire and need. I revel in the way her body responds, the way she arches into my touch, her gasps of pleasure driving me to push her further, to take her to the edge and beyond.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to form words amidst the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Finally, she manages to whisper, her voice husky with desire, "Yes... yes, I love it... ughh Finn."

Her words spur me on, driving me to push her even further, to take her to heights of pleasure she's never known. I continue to move inside her, each thrust eliciting a new chorus of moans and gasps from her lips, I feel her shatter around me, her cries of pleasure echoing in the stillness of the room, and I fuck her through her orgasm, sending ripples of orgasms following one another.

Not far behind her, I feel my own release building, a primal urgency driving me ever closer to the edge. With one final, desperate thrust, I surrender to the overwhelming sensation, my body tensing as I spill myself inside her, our cries of ecstasy mingling in the stillness of the room.

"How's that for a distraction?" I murmur, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips as I brush a stray strand of hair from her face.

She chuckles softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest as she looks up at me with a contented smile. "Definitely effective," she replies.

We take a moment to clean up, then as we settle back onto the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, I realize I need everyone to know she's mine and if a label does that then that's what we need.

"I'm not waiting for anything anymore," I confess, my voice soft but resolute. "I want you to be mine, officially."

"Waiting is overrated isn't it." She laughs

"Absolutely," I agree, a grin spreading across my face at her response. "So, what do you say? Will you be mine, Butterfly?"

"Butterfly?" she arches her eyebrows, a playful twinkle in her eyes.

"It's prettier than butter fingers, isn't it?" I laugh, and she smiles, a soft blush colouring her cheeks.

I mean we've come a long way from when she bumped into me 6 months ago

"I suppose it is," she concedes, leaning in to press a sweet kiss against my lips. "Then yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

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