Imagine: Being Evan's girlfriend and he's finally coming home.
I missed him so much, it hurt. All of the late night Skype calls, facetime, phone calls, and texts through out the day, were nothing compared to actually having him with me. Feeling his warmness, his fingers tickling my hand, his soft kisses, his wide smile. It was driving me crazy I couldn’t go with him this time, 5 weeks seemed liked 5 years. I dressed up, putting on my nicest clothes, doing my hair, makeup, everything. I made sure the house was extra clean, then decided to make dinner. I was anxious, continuing to straighten out my skirt, and mess with my hair. That’s when I heard his key go into the door, and in he came, carrying bags, looking at me and smiling excitedly. He was wearing his black peacoat that I loved, his scarf tucked in neatly. His facial hair had grown out a bit, and his curls were starting to re-appear from when it was cut all off, to play James March. He dropped his bags at the floor, and I ran to jump into his arms, him catching me, giggling. “Hi! I think you might have missed me, Y/N!” “Like this much!” I said, pouting my bottom lip, then showing him with my thumb, and pointer finger a small amount. He smiled and bit his lip, then kissed me. Holding my face with one hand. As he let me down, I showed him that I had cooked for him, he smiled and looked so relieved. He scarfed it down like he hadn’t eaten in days, he then released he was still wearing his jacket. As he took it off I looked at how toned his arms were starting to get. Focusing on every detail of him, Evan caught me staring, raising his eyes at me. “Checking me out?” He asked as he flexed. “Check out these guns, baby,” my face grew a brilliant shade of red. “Stop!” I said laughing. He came up to me and kissed me on the forehead. “Fuck, I missed you so much, you have absolutely no idea. Thank you, for making dinner.” I smiled up at me as he kissed me, then made his way upstairs to shower. I sat down on the couch and sighed deeply, turning on the TV to see what was on Netflix. Evan soon was out of the shower walking passed the stairs with only a towel on. I bit my lip as I hoped he would want to fool around since it had been so long. He came downstairs in basket ball shorts, and a plain black t-shirt, “I need to shave,” he said scrunching his face as he scratched his chin, he sat down ontop of me and I squealed. He looked down at me “What are we watching?” He asked with a teasing smiling “Get off me!” I Laughed as he laid down on me. “No!” I protested, laughing as I pushed him. “You’re not a very comfy girlfriend.” He teased, he rolled over to where he was facing me. “That’s better.” He said smiling as he pulled my hair from my face. “I missed you so bad, being able to just touch you is so amazing. You’re never not going again, I don’t care what your job says.” My stomach hurt with aggressive butterflies, as his soft lips touched mine. We stared at each other, his serious gaze piercing through me. I leaned up and kissed him, running my fingers through his wet hair, feeling his tongue parting my lips, the taste of mint still in his mouth from brushing his teeth. His breathing grew heavier as he adjusted his position to right between my legs. He pressed himself against me, leaving no space between our bodies. He held my face in his hands, caressing my skin with the tips of his fingers on my cheeks. He kissed down my chin, my jaw line, and down my neck. I exhaled sharply, as he gently bit my skin. He took no time as he pushed up my skirt, taking first one finger and pushing it inside me, then another. He moved his thumb over my center, at the same time as he fingered me, his lips moving back to mine. A soft moan escaping my lips, while I bite his bottom lip. He giggled “I wanna show you how much I missed you, Y/N.” He whispered, his lips brushing my ear, making me shiver. He pulled up my shirt, then his too. He laughed as he tried to pull himself out of his shorts. “I am incapable of being sexy,” he said with a sigh, making his way back to my mouth, while pulled off my skirt and panties. He unclipped my bra in a fast motion. “Uh ooooh we’re naked,” I said, acting like I was dumb founded. He smiled, biting his lip. “You come here often?” He said awkwardly. We were terrible together. He pressed his forehead against mine, positioning himself with my opening. He held my face in his hands, thrusting himself inside of me. We both sighed, as he continued to thrust into me, first slowly, taking his time, looking into my eyes. He reached down and held my hands, moving them above my head, then started to go harder, and faster. Hitting me in all the right places. He then moved around, putting me ontop of him. He looked up me, holding onto my hips, as I began to work my hips, he leaned his head back, moaning, his breath catching as I moved faster on him, his nails digging into my skin. Pressing me further and further until I felt myself getting close. I could tell he was as well as he started to thrust up. He pulled me down, holding me there, thrusting up fast and faster as he held me close to him. He kissed me passionately, until we both finished nearly at the same time. He came deep inside me, sending me over the edge, feeling him finish. He held me there for a moment just kissing me, still inside me for a long time. I laid my head on his chest, him running his fingers through my hair. “I love you,” he said sweetly, “As I love you, Evan.” I said softly, so happy to have him in my arms again. We both got clothes back on soon after. He pulled a blanket over the both of us, turning on Netflix, just silently holding each other. I memorized every detail of his beautiful face. Staring up at him, as he looked perplexed bh the show we were watching. He was so gorgeous, it always made me sad to think that he didn’t even realized how gorgeous he was, but at the same time he was so humble that I probably wouldn’t want him any other way. I loved kissing him, being with him, holding him. Loving him. It was… beyond anything that I could have imagined, and he was mine all mine.
The next day I woke up to the fire alarm sounding, finding Evan was not on the couch any longer, “Fuck!” He yelled, giving out a sound of frustration. I ran into the kitchen, to see him attempting to make pancakes. He turned around and pouted, holding a pan, with a black pancake in it. “I was trying to make you something, and I am just terrible at cooking.” He laughed, reaching up and turning off the fire alarm. I walked over to him and smiled “Thank you, it’s the thought that counts. I’ll take over from here.” He smiled “Thank god,” he said kissing me on the forehead, and walking into the living room. I made the pancakes as I knew that he liked them, with bananas in them. He was so perfect, no one would ever realize how god damn perfect, and how lucky I was.