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Ivan hadn't really thought it through, calling you as soon as he’d finished the call with his mother. Her joy at her son having found someone was palpable through the phone and - despite it being Fake, remember - he’d rode that high and clicked the call button before giving himself time to think. It was only after it rang for a while before he realized that maybe he should’ve messaged first, at the very least, or maybe just updated in the group chat for everyone -
And then you accepted the call, blinking blearily at him through your screen. Hair a bit rumpled and one tank top strap hanging off your shoulder.
“G’morning.” You half mumble, rubbing your hand against one eye as you try to wake up.
Ivan is…mesmerized. Captivated. Distracted, by your bare shoulder and soft expressions, and is this what you’d look like every day, waking up? He mostly manages to succeed at looking too low on your chest but the tank top doesn't hide much and he can't fight the glances.
“Ivan?” You ask. You squint at the screen and learn forward a bit, trying to make sure your camera and mic are working properly. Which, whether on purpose or not, gives Ivan a clear look straight down your shirt.
“G-good morning!” Ivan looks around frantically, blush rising high on his cheeks and ears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call, I - well, I did but I should've asked first. I only wanted to give you an update on, um, things and I got too excited. I’m…gonna stop talking now.”
“Too excited, hmm?” You tease. You reach behind yourself and grab a blanket, draping it over your shoulders.
“That does seem to be my reaction when it comes to you.” Ivan replied.
“It’s way too early for this level of flirting!” You laugh, waving your hand in front of your face and trying to distract him from your flustered state. A yawn catches you by surprise and you quickly cover your mouth.
“Oh, jeez, did I wake you up? I really wasn’t thinking.” Ivan frowns. Well, he was thinking. About talking to you. But he won’t mention that.
“No, well, kind of. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Just wanted to relax because it’s my day off, I didn't think I’d just pass out right away.” You explain. Ivan still looks moderately concerned, so you put on your most charming smile. “You can wake me up anytime, sweetheart.”
“You might regret that offer one day.” But Ivan chuckles and relaxes a bit. “I can let you get back to relaxing. Save the excitement for later.”
“You’re just gonna wake me up and tease me with good news before disappearing?” You pout playfully.
“Tempting though it would be to leave you in anticipation, I suppose I can take mercy on you this time.” Ivan leans back in his chair a bit and relaxes. “I spoke to my mom about our…arrangement. Partnership. Fake partnership. Regardless! She is extremely excited that her baby boy is no longer single and can’t wait to meet you.”
“Aw, man, I’m gonna feel bad lying to your mom, huh.” You jokingly whine.
“And my sisters, and cousins, the cutest niece in the world…”
“I can’t believe you got me out here lying like this.” You sigh.
“I’m pretty sure this was your idea from the beginning.” Ivan countered. You sighed dramatically again, causing the blanket to slip a bit from your shoulders. You pulled it back tighter, keeping your hand clasping it shut. Ivan just swallowed heavily, having watched your movements and eyes lingering on your hand. “I get it, I understand if you don't wanna fake date me. I am pretty boring after all. You’re too pretty for me, anyway. That…was supposed to be an inside thought. Maybe you’d be better suited to chat up supermodel zzzleepy instead.”
“Ivan, shut up.” You roll your eyes while ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “You’re not boring, I’m not pretty, and I think I’d actually go insane from too much zzzleepy exposure.”
“You are pretty, sunshine. Very pretty, actually.” Ivan said. His tone had shifted; he was being incredibly serious right now. No joking around.
“Th-thanks.” Deep breath, you channel some early morning confidence and flirt back. “You’re pretty easy on the eyes too, sweetheart.”
“I…I never know how to respond when you do that. You’re just so casual about it. It’s almost unfair.” Ivan blushed.
“I’m sorry.” You laugh a bit. “I’ll go easier on you, promise.”
*
The silly bunny Cupid in your phone continued to be moderately creepy while opening up the app for you and Ivan to talk more freely. Suddenly, you could mention towns near you and fewer things were blocked in chat. Ivan was suspicious, of course, and you couldn’t exactly blame Cupid without getting your messages blocked and an earful from Cupid himself. Cupid even put an app on your phone so you wouldn't have to rely on your computer (and so you could message Ivan more, obviously). The other guys only had the desktop chat room still, so you hesitated to tell them about the extras that you two were getting.
Cupid kept trying to push you towards bringing up the wedding again, because why can't you go? Your work is flexible enough (Cupid, how much spying are you doing?). Ivan has mentioned a few times how excited his mom and sisters were that he was finally ‘dating’ and kept asking if you’d be at the wedding. It’s only been a few days! But you can’t deny the temptation to meet Ivan in real life - though you’re really not sure how you’ll survive the Fake part of the Fake Dating.
And yet, you tentatively bring it up to Ivan, that maybe you could actually join him for the wedding? It’s in a few weeks, there’s still time to get to know each other.
“That’s…more tempting by the day, Sunshine, I’ll admit. It’s just, this whole chat room thing. This mysterious chat room just happened to connect me to my perfect, ah, perfect pretend partner?” Ivan’s quiet for a long moment. You’d opted out of a video call this time, so you laid on your bed, computer nearby, and stared up at the ceiling while you talked.
“Maybe it was Cupid.” You blurt out before you can think. You expect Cupid to have disrupted the call or something but Ivan just laughs.
“Fake cupid maybe, since we’re fake dating. I don’t think the real Cupid could be so cruel.” He mumbled the last bit before clearing his throat. “If you…really insist, I’d happily want you to come. With me. To the wedding, I mean. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” You tease. “I think it’d be fun. And I’m pretty sure you’re not a serial killer.”
“Ah, so my plan is working!” You both laugh. You end up discussing details, like a flight and where you’d stay (Ivan insisted you stay with him, of course). It’s daunting to think about meeting his family but seeing Ivan in person is more than enough encouragement. After a few days, you eventually admit to the group chat that you’re actually going to the wedding, surprise.
Romulus : Good job, Tech. [smug emoji]
Romulus : Shame she’s off the market though.
SundaeFundae : this is so exciting and cute [blush emoji] :o are you gonna have matching outfits??
Chapman : I cannot condone such a thing.
Zzzleepy : c’mon chapi dont be a killjoy :T
Chapman : I’m simply stating a fact.
You: ahaha I guess it is a bit crazy to do ^^; but i do it for Tech [nod]
Zzzleepy : scifi really got that GAMEEE
Zzzleepy : OMG we better get pics [puppyeyes]
TechSupport: I domt tthink we cand send pictrues inhere still
SundaeFundae : [cry emoji]
SundaeFundae : so unfair T^T Scifi gets her all to himself
Romulus : That is usually how dating goes, to be fair.
TechSupport : We’re notactuallyy dating
You: Only in my dreams u.u
Zzzleepy : scifi you better be careful or u gonna lose ur girl tsk tsk
TechSupport : she’s notmiene
TechSupport : tecniclaly
Romulus : and that technicality will be my chance [devil emoji]
Chapman : You’re all ridiculous for entertaining this.
Zzzleepy : is chapi…jealous??? [sweat emoji]
<Chapman went offline>
Romulus : I think you were onto something.
*
The fact that you survive traveling to Ivan is a miracle. Not that anything tried to compromise your flight, but the way your nerves and the butterflies in your stomach were fighting the whole time, you’d almost been sure you’d never had made it. Ivan seemed to feel somewhat similar, if his rambling in your dms was anything to go by. You messaged him as soon as you’d landed but found yourself hiding in a bathroom stall. What were you doing? Pretending to date a (really cute and likeable) guy, flying out to said guy to be his plus one to his sister’s wedding, all while trying to not actually like Ivan that much.
Maybe failing at trying to not like Ivan that much. It’s fine.
Once you’d finally gathered your thoughts and conjured up some fake confidence, you wheeled your suitcase out to the main floor of the small airport. You don’t see Ivan in your first glance around as you walk, but turn when you hear your name called.
It’s Ivan, of course, a grin on his face and hands in his pockets, hovering near an outer door. You smile in relief and head over. Ivan tries to stealthily wipe his hands on his pants ( you notice, but you won’t mention it).
“Hey. It’s so nice to see you. In person, I mean, I’ve seen you before. You know that. Fuck, um, hi.” Ivan moves like he’s gonna offer a hug before stopping himself.
“Hi, Ivan.” You grin up at him and let go of your suitcase to open your arms to him. “Feel up to a fake hug for your fake girlfriend?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t do fake hugs.” Ivan says. He takes the invite anyway, scooping you up and almost lifting you off your feet. You both laugh as you stumble and Ivan pulls back enough to help you steady yourself, hands still on your waist.
“You’re really trying to sweep me off my feet.” You laugh, stepping back a bit and reaching for your suitcase. He quickly reaches around you and grabs it before you can.
“It’s simply what fake boyfriends do. This way, I’m parked in their lot.” Ivan has one hand pulling your suitcase and absentmindedly offers you his other hand. You loop your arm around his instead, smiling up at him as you both walk.
“Lead the way, loverboy.”
The drive to Ivan’s house isn’t too long and you do most of the talking, rambling about the flight and asking questions about the town he lives in. He’s a good driver and you don’t notice how often he’s glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
You ride through a cute downtown area before pulling into the parking structure of a moderately sized condominium.
“You weren’t joking about the condo?” You asked in surprise. Ivan chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand.
“It’s not so impressive, I promise.” He pauses outside his door and turns to you. “Just, remember I’ve been living that bachelor life, alright? Don’t judge it too hard.”
Ivan’s condo is very…green, upon first walking in.You’d seen plants when video calling him and he’d mentioned a few times having to keep more watered but it seemed like almost any spare space in the living room was host to plant. Beyond that, the furniture was simple but plush looking and the place looked clean.
“Are you trying to live in a jungle?” You joke, eyes comically wide. He laughs as he walks you through the space, pulling your suitcase along.
“It’s kind of peaceful though, don't you think?” Ivan opens the door and gestures you in ahead of him.The bedroom is similarly decorated like the rest of the house. Plants, some pinned butterflies on the wall, and a huge plush rug under a well made bed.
“Oh, it’s nice.” You reassure him. “For a bachelor, your decor is top notch really.”
“Phew, I was worried. So, you can settle in here, whatever you need to do. Bed’s all yours. I’ll sleep in the living room, so don’t worry.” Ivan said.
“You never said I’d be kicking you out of your own bed.” You pointed out. Ivan sheepishly shrugged.
“I wasn’t about to make you share.”
“I’ll take the couch.” You insist. “I’m shorter anyway.”
“Absolutely not. I was just thinking my bed was too comfortable, I need to be reminded of the simpler things in life.” Ivan counters.
“Simpler things like a sore back and bad sleep?”
“Yep!” Ivan pat your shoulder before walking back out to the living space. “Can’t wait!”
It’s a bit awkward that first day. You told the group chat you’d made it safely (and Sundae made you Swear to let them know if you were in danger. He didn’t know how he’d help but he’d certainly try). You and Ivan just sort of…circled each other for a while, nervous and maybe a bit flustered. Around dinner though, Ivan handed you his phone.
“I know you mentioned liking sushi a lot and I was gonna order some as a surprise, but I don’t really know what you prefer. Pick a few out, okay?” Ivan insisted that you order whatever sounded good (he was happy to have a sushi dinner too) and once the delivery arrived you both sat at his small table to eat.
“Thanks for ordering, Ivan.” You chirp, happily breaking open containers and grabbing pieces to put on your plate.
“Of course. I figured this could be our, mm, second real fake date?” He ducked his head as he said it, quietly picking some food for himself.
“Keep this up and I’ll be spoiled.” You hummed happily over a bite of food. “Best second real fake date ever. I’m not sure how it will get better from here.”
“I had actually considered taking you to a nice restaurant, but thought you’d like to rest after traveling today.” Ivan admitted.
“You don’t have to do anything fancy, ya know?”
“I’m taking this fake dating seriously. I thought we were on the same page, I guess I was wrong.”
“Oh, I’m taking this soooo seriously.” You reply, pouting playfully before a smirk crosses your lips. You stand, walk around the table, and throw your arms around Ivan’s shoulder.
“What’re you-!!” Ivan instinctually reaches up to hold your waist. You press a quick kiss to his temple.
“Thank you so much for dinner, sweetheart. It’s very thoughtful of you.” You say. Ivan’s hands clench around your shirt but he lets his hands fall away as you saunter back to your chair. He grumbles something to himself as he leans his elbows on the table, covering his burning face with his hands.
“Something wrong?” You ask as you sit back down. Ivan drags his hand down his face, letting his glasses fall back into place.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” He grumbles.
“Obviously. You’re too easy to tease, Ivan.” You chuckle, before stuffing more sushi in your mouth.
“Ah, I can’t decide if I prefer you calling me that or sweetheart.” Ivan sighs, goes to pick his chopsticks back up before he freezes. “That…I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Ignore it, please.”
“I will ignore it this time, but only because you got me yummy food.” You chat over the rest of the food, Ivan warning about his overzealous sisters and his off-and-on relationship with his parents. You reassure him that parents usually love you and, if you get too nervous, you’ll just act like a very overwhelmed girlfriend that hangs off his arm the whole time (Ivan would not complain).
At some point, you move to the couch, beers in hand. And it’s so easy to relax like this. Ivan is warm and shares more personal things than he had over the (suspicious) chat room. He was funny and kind and, yeah, okay, also kind of a huge dork. But you liked hanging out with him. It was easy. Easy and comfortable and you didn’t notice you were getting sleepy until you dozed off during a quiet moment and Ivan softly shook you awake.
“I told you, you’re not sleeping on the couch.” Ivan jokes, holding a hand out to help you up. You wanted to protest but a yawn cut you off. So you grumbled but didn’t argue. He trails you to the door of the bedroom and shifts nervously when you turn to him.
“If you need anything, you know where to find me.” Ivan said. Before he can leave, you give him a quick hug, squeezing him round the middle before scurrying into the bedroom.
Oh, what have you signed up for? You change into pjs and plop down onto the bed. You’re greeted with the smell of freshly laundered sheets and…the smell of Ivan. You groan, burrowing your head into the pillow but all that does is fill your senses with the smell. You flop over dramatically. Fake dating was a lot easier when you were only talking through a screen.
*
The next few days are a whirlwind of meeting Ivan’s family, wedding prep, and a lot of “fake” dates. You and Ivan are constantly dancing around each other, flirting and getting flustered. A few days right before the wedding were blessedly clear, a time for everyone to rest before the big event, so you and Ivan got a chance to relax and lounge around his condo for a while. The two of you end up spending one evening staying up way too late, playing Mario Party (sorry FFXIV, you’ll have to wait) and having a few drinks.
“Ivaaaaan. You’re supposed to let me win.” You whine when you lose the second game in a row, his Monty Mole on the top pedestal while your Peach stood on the second one. At least you’d beaten both the NPCs this time.
“If I let you win, you’d just fuss at me for that too.” Ivan retorts, laughing. “One more round? It’s late, though, if you’d rather go to bed.”
“I can’t sleep until I win.” You huffed, starting another game. He laughed again and bumped his shoulder against yours.
“Alright, alright, don’t get too competitive, sunshine.”
“It’s simply in my nature.”
After losing your third game in a row (I swear Bowser sabotaged you this time), you gave up and just lounged on the couch while Ivan played a bit of FFXIV, streaming it to his tv so you could watch. You found that it was really fun to make widely incorrect assumptions about characters and creatures and watch Ivan try to explain it all to you, only to be met with you calling him a mega nerd. At some point you’d picked up your phone, so Ivan wasn’t too worried when you were quiet for a while.
He did jolt, suddenly wide awake, when your head landed on his shoulder.
He glanced down at you, phone dangling precariously from your hands as you slept. Ivan was frozen for a bit, unsure of the best course of action. He could wake you, of course, but he’d feel bad. He wasn’t sure he could carry you to the bedroom without waking you either and that might end up more embarrassing than just waking you up.
He could be selfish for just a night, right?
He shifted his arm behind you carefully and your head shifted from his shoulder to his chest. Ivan stilled until your breathing was even again then carefully, softly, draped his arm around you. He let out a sigh, letting his head fall back to rest on the couch.
He was truly fucked.
At some point, you tried to roll over, couldn’t, and woke up enough to look around. Oh, you fell asleep on the couch, no big deal - wait, nope, the couch is snoring and oh, actually, the couch is Ivan. He’d slumped down a bit farther into the couch, his arm still around you. And your arm, your arm was across his belly. Your head, on his chest. His other hand, the one not around your back, was slightly tangled with your own, fingers entwined.
It wasn’t bad. The opposite, in fact. Ivan was warm and his hand was soft on yours and you were so very tempted to go back to sleep.
Oh, you were fucked.
You carefully extracted yourself from Ivan, moving slowly and stopping anytime he seemed to move. Finally free, you threw a blanket over him and hightailed it to the bedroom.
Neither of you acknowledged it the next morning, though the blush on Ivan’s face gave away how he was feeling. You only hoped you weren’t blushing too (you were).
*
The day of the wedding was hectic and you were glad Ivan was only a guest. The wedding itself was small and simple, a beautiful ceremony really (and if Ivan teared up at his sister and her wife being so happy, well, you couldn’t blame him). The reception, however, was a loud affair. A good dj, open bar, and a few hundred of the couples closest friends and family made for a chaotic but fun atmosphere.
Ivan was the perfect gentleman the whole night (and he looked quite handsome in his suit and tie, the color of which matched your outfit). Holding your drinks, introducing you to everyone, pulling your chair out for you before you could sit down. It was easy to pretend that this wasn’t all a ploy to save him from family judgement and remarks. Especially when you two got dragged onto the dance floor and Ivan showed off his (questionable) dance moves. When the music slowed and changed to a love song, Ivan tried to pull away.
“Can’t I get at least one slow dance?” You pout up at him playfully. He huffed a laugh and allowed you to pull him back to you.
“I can’t promise to stop at one.” Ivan murmured. He rests his hands on your waist and you lay your hands on his shoulders.
“Oh, nooo, what a shame.” You reply cheekily. You sway gently to the music and try not to make too much eye contact with Ivan. One song turns into two then three. The party is slowing down for most, though some people seemed determined to stay til sunrise. Someone dancing a bit more loosely bumps into you, throwing a sorry behind them. You stumbled but Ivan steadied you immediately, arms tight around your waist even as your grip on his shoulder tightened.
“Don’t worry, sunshine, I’ve got you.” Ivan says quietly, head ducked down towards to make sure you’re okay. You can’t help it, really. Ivan is too attractive and the atmosphere is perfect.
You lean up and kiss him.
Ivan freezes, brain short circuiting. When he doesn’t respond, or move, you pull back and step back from him.
“S-sorry. I’ve gotta - I”m gonna. Bathroom!” You stutter out, rushing away from him and to the hallway, throwing yourself into the bathroom. You slid down against the wall, letting out a huge sigh. Good job , you tell yourself. Way to keep this totally fake and platonic . It’s already after midnight, maybe you could get the key from Ivan and just take a taxi back to his place, and never face him again.
There’s a knock on the bathroom door and you jump as Ivan calls your name.
“Can we talk?” Ivan asks after you don’t respond. After a moment, you crack the door open. Ivan visibly relaxes upon seeing you. “Sunshine-”
“No, don’t!” You cut him off, stepping out into the hallway with him. “I’m sorry, okay? I just…everyone else was smooching and you’re really handsome and I let my brain get away from me. We can forget it happened. Fake kiss, that’s it.”
Ivan frowns, opens his mouth, then closes it. Slowly, he nods.
“Okay.” He says quietly. He shoves his hands in his pockets and lets out a sigh.
“Can we - are you ready to go?” You ask, eyes downcast. “I’m tired.”
“We can go.”
The ride back to Ivan’s condo is quiet. You spend the ride looking out the window and wringing your hands together, playing the evening over and over in your mind. Ivan’s grip on the steering wheel is tight, knuckles white, though you don’t notice. Once inside, you rush towards his bedroom, only pausing to wish him a goodnight with a small, strained smile before disappearing inside.
The next day is similar. You tiptoe around and avoid Ivan, claiming a slight hangover and lack of sleep. Ivan finally loses his patience by evening, knocking on the bedroom door and walking in before you answer.
You’re sat cross legged in the bed, phone in hand (definitely not scouring the internet for instances of others fake dating and how it went. You get a lot of fanfic recommendations though). Ivan had been intent on talking to you but he’s a little…distracted.
Your oversized sleep shirt hangs off one shoulder and you’re very clearly not wearing shorts. Which is one of the last things Ivan notices, because he can’t bring himself to look away for a long minute until he finally shifts his gaze to your face.
You stare at each other wide eyed for a minute before Ivan stumbles backwards.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to, well, I should’ve waited for you to answer. And get dressed. Not that you’re not dressed. I meant more dressed. Not just in your…Not that I looked!” Ivan rambled.
“Ivan!” You scrambled to your feet and joined him in the hallway. “I swear, I didn’t plan on flashing you today. What did you wanna talk about?”
“That’s… that’s a good question. You’re so…distracting.” Ivan huffs a laugh and tugs on the neck of his t-shirt.
“Sorry.” You reply, tugging down the bottom of your shirt. Which only brings Ivan’s attention back to the way so much of your thighs are on display. Ivan takes a deep breath, drags his eyes away so he can look you in the eyes, and takes a small step towards you.
“Can we talk about…that kiss? About what happened?”
“I’m really sorry.” You say again. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t, actually. Not even a little. But you’ve been avoiding me.” Ivan frowned a bit.
“I thought you’d be upset.” You admit quietly. Ivan takes another step closer and raises your chin with his hand.
“You think I’m upset you kissed me? Am I…Am I not as obvious as I think I am?” Ivan laughs lightly. He takes another half step towards you and you instinctively step back, lightly bumping into the way.
“Ivan…”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me.” Ivan murmurs. He ducks his head down so his lips are brushing the top of your cheek. “Try again.”
“S-sweetheart. What-” You’re cut off as Ivan raises your chin just a bit more and presses his lips to yours. You inhale sharply, eyes wide open for a moment, before you relax into it. You lean into it and grab the front of his shirt lightly. Ivan pulls away slightly, moves his hand from your chin to cradle the back of your head as he presses you against the wall, the bulge in his pants pressing into your thigh.
“Alright, Sunshine?” Ivan checks, locking eyes with you.
“Yeah, yeah. Great really.” You try to tug him back down towards you and he chuckles.\
“You got to tease me this whole time, do you really think I’m not gonna play with my food a little bit first?” Even as he says it, Ivan is bent down and scraping his teeth along your neck just under your jaw.
“W-wait, where’s my shy Tech Support and what did you do with him?” You joke, raising one hand to run it through his hair. Your other hand plays with the waistband of his sweats.
“His head’s a little cloudy right now.” Ivan replies, his free hand dragging up the bottom of your shirt. “But don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’d really like you in bed, though, if you don’t mind.”
You’re not really sure how you make it to the bed. You’re on your back and Ivan hovers above you.
“You change your mind, you tell me.” Ivan says, very serious.
“Promise.” Your agreement has Ivan positioning himself above you, though he takes a moment to grind his lower half against you. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt.
“Can I take this off?” He asks. You nod and lean up to make it easier to get off. Ivan groans low, eyes trailing over your chest.
“A picture will last longer.” You tease, grinning up at him. Ivan arches a brow at you before leaning down to kiss you, while one hand wanders to your chest. He grinds his clothed cock against you again, making your breath catch.
“I just have to last longer than you, Sunshine.” The two of you make out for a while before you’re the one tugging on Ivan’s shirt. He tries to pull it off but it catches his glasses.
“Fuck, shit.” Ivan grumbles, head still stuck in his shirt. You can’t help but giggle as you sit up and help him out. You hold his glasses carefully as he flings his shirt to the side. You let your eyes roam, catching on the trail of hair that disappears under his sweatpants. You gently place his glasses back on his face, followed by a light, quick smooch.
You pull him back down on the bed, bare skin brushing, and groan into his mouth when his fingers trace down the front of your underwear. Ivan kisses you harder all while swirling his thumb across your clit, your underwear adding extra friction. You buck under him, pull away a bit for air.
“Damn, S-sweets, fuck!” You stutter harder as Ivan leans down and bites your neck, sucking and nibbling enough to form a hickey. “Condom?”
Ivan leans over immediately, digging around in the bedside table and finally pulling out a box. He leans back on his knees to get one out and open it while you take the opportunity to tug his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, leaking freely, but he lightly smacked your hand away when you reached for him.
“Patience, Sunshine.” Ivan grumbled. He quickly rolled the condom on, stood up to free himself of his sweatpants, and tugged at your underwear. You lifted your hips but never took your eyes off Ivan. His belly, his thighs. Ivan takes the chance to do the same, eyes roaming your entire body before he climbs back into bed over you.
Ivan leans back down to kiss you, then trails kisses down your chest before nibbling and licking at your nipple. You gasp, arching towards him, and you’re distracted enough that you don’t notice his hand until he’s slowly rubbing your clit again.
“ Ivan !” You whine and dig your nails into his back. He chuckles against your chest, before letting his fingers trail further down and press just inside you. You whine again and try to rock against his hand, but he just pulls it away.
“Patience, remember?” He teases as he leans back up to kiss you.
“N-no patience. You’re being too slow, w-worst fake boyfriend ever.” You reply, equally teasing.
“I’m trying,” Ivan starts, pressing one finger into you as he talks, “to get you ready for me. I won’t hurt you.” You reach up, grab him by the back of the head, and pull him into a searing kiss as he starts fingering you. Fat fingers indeed , you think. Clearly his skills in typing was the only thing his fingers were bad at. Ivan presses his thumb to your clit while slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you can’t help but squirm.
“I-Ivan, sweetheart, just - fuck me, please.” You moan. Ivan carefully and slowly pulls his fingers out of you, leaned back enough so that he could see the wetness that clung to him. He used that hand to stroke himself a few times before positioning his cock at your entrance.
“You’re sure?” Ivan asks quietly, eyes steadily meeting yours. At your nod, he slowly presses his cock into you, kissing away the groan you let out.
“Fuuuck, Sweets.” You’ve got your head thrown back, one hand clawing at his back and the other one grabbing the sheet under you. Ivan rocks against you, letting out his own groan as he drops his head back down to your neck, pressing hot kisses along it. One hand winds its way into your hair, tugging just enough to feel, while the other lands on your hip, helping you move in time with his thrusts. Ivan is mumbling nonsense against your neck between love bites and kisses, mostly praising you for taking him so well or about how tight and warm you are.
“I-I’m close, I think.” You manage to stutter out. Ivan slows, earning a whine from you. His hand keeps you still as you try to rock your hips.
“Does this count as fake fucking? Or can we quit pretending now?” Ivan murmurs against your neck, keeping himself still above you. Your heart stutters, even after all the two of you have done. Ivan’s hand tightens on your hip when you remain quiet and he nibbles lightly at your neck.
“I - I don’t…” You stumble over your words as Ivan thrusts slowly, just once. You shudder, instinctually trying to match his movements. You can feel his smile on your neck.
“Speechless, sunshine?” Ivan leans away from your neck so he can look you in the eyes. His own eyes are dark but steady.
“You’re not - not supposed to talk about feelings during sex, ya know. Too - too many endorphins or s-something.” You’re not sure how you manage to even speak with the way your head is spinning but you do and Ivan hums in response.
“Gonna have to have a talk after then.” Ivan yields for now. He grabs your hands in his, pressing them into the pillow beside you as he looms over you. “We will talk about it. Right, sunshine?”
“Yes, ye-” Ivan cuts you off with a kiss, squeezing your hands in his and slowly starting to rock his lower body again.
*
Ivan returns from the bathroom, damp washcloth in hand, and sits beside you on the bed. You’re both sweaty and you lay sprawled out on the bed, hardly moved from when you guys had finished. You reach for the cloth but he shoes your hand away and begins to gently wipe you off.
“You’re the most attentive fake boyfriend I’ve ever had.” You joke, trying to ease the intimacy of the moment. Ivan stills and slowly meets your eyes.
“Still stuck on this being fake? I - I admit, I was hoping for, well, not that. Honestly.” He takes a deep breath and tugs on your hands to get you to sit upright, so you’re both eye to eye. “You must know, that this, what we…are. I can’t keep this platonic. You are far too enticing for that.”
“Ivan…it’s just, if this is fake, then it can be fun and I don’t have to worry about you deciding I’m not worth your time.” You admit, head tilted down. Ivan places his hand under your chin and gently raises your face so he can look at you.
“You deserve nothing but the best. And I'm not saying I'm the best - that’s not what I meant. But if - if you want to stop pretending, I’ll do everything in my ability to lo-, to adore you the way you should be adored.” Ivan presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“…okay. I’d…like that.” You admit softly. It earns you a big grin from Ivan, who peppers the side of your face with kisses, making you giggle, and pulls you into his arms.
“Oh, thank the gods. I thought I was ruining everything.” He sighs in relief.
“I will need to tell my fake boyfriend that I upgraded to a real one, though. He’s gonna be devastated. Oh, oh, hang on!” You lean out of his arms as much as you can and grab your phone. Ivan is content to press kisses to the side of your neck while you type (So not distracting, thanks Ivan) but he looks up when his computer dings too.
“What did you do?” He asks and you hold out your phone, Cupid’s Chatroom pulled up and a big cheeky grin on your face.
You: Guys, I have bad news. I broke up with Tech u.u
SundaeFundae: WHAT ;;
Zzzleepy: bish better be joking fr wtf o.o
Zzzleepy: my OTP, BROKEN T-T
Romulus: Does this mean you’re back on the market? [smug emoji]
SundaeFundae: ROMI NOW IS NOT THE TIME
You: Oh, sorry, mistype! I fake broke up with Tech. And then asked him to actually date me <3
Zzzleepy: [dead emoji]
SundaeFundae: that was meaaaan T.T but also really cute [blush emoji]
Romulus: I suddenly feel sick.
Ivan groans and leans more heavily against your shoulder. You giggle and toss your phone away again.
“You’re such a brat.” He grumbles.
“Is that a problem?” You asked cheekily. Ivan bit your shoulder quickly, making you jump a bit.
“Not a problem at all, sunshine.” Ivan says, voice a bit husky. He presses a light kiss to where he’d bit you. He placed a hand on your thigh. “As long as you can deal with the consequences, of course.”