You stood outside in the snow, dressed in jeans, a borrowed Christmas jumper courtesy of your friend and co-star Richard, and a pair of black and red Converse trainers; the two of you had decided to meet up, as you did every Sunday afternoon since the day filming began, and go to his flat in order to save money on buying hot drinks, and also to get out of the blistering cold. The snow fell at a steady, yet harsh, rate, and clung onto the grey Christmas jumper as if there was no tomorrow; checking your phone, you saw that Richard had texted you to tell you that he was on his way, but was running late due to being caught up in a conversation with Martin and Orlando, you smiled down at the text, which was signed with two red hearts, and two X’s, before tucking your phone away and patiently awaiting, the warmth that came with a text from Richard was more than enough to counteract the icy chill of the snow.
“Sorry about that,” Richard apologised as soon as he walked up to you, he could see how rosy your nose and cheeks were, and had a hard time denying himself of the fact that he thought it was rather cute. “You look freezing.”
“I’m fine,” you chuckled, pulling the sleeves of the jumper down and smiling up at him. “I have your jumper to keep me warm.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s been put to use,” he joked with a small smile.
“Surely you want it back though,” you said gently as the two of you fell into step and began walking toward his flat. “I mean… What with it being Christmas soon and all.”
“Keep it,” he insisted. “I prefer how it looks on you, anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You nudged him playfully and bit the inside of your cheek, hoping that the attraction you felt to him was mutual.
“Well, you’re a very sublime woman, (Y/N),” Richard was clearly nervous, as he wrung his gloved hands together and let out shaky breaths that stiffened and floated away in a gust of condensation. “So, anything looks good on you.”
“Doubt it,” you told him, pulling the sleeves down so that they cascaded over your finger tips. “But, thanks.”
“I mean it,” he said softly, his baritone voice rumbling. “You’re radiant, (Y/N), I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as beautiful as you.”
“Are you flirting with me?” You asked, looking up at him and capturing your lip between your teeth.
“What if I am?” He chuckled, taking a quick look around; the snow had halted in its falling, and there were only a few people dotted around.
“Well, I’d have to say it’s about time,” you joked, allowing Richard to get closer and even dare to lean down slightly so that his lips hesitantly brushed against yours. “Why so hesitant?”
“I don’t want to ruin anything,” Richard whispered, his bright cobalt eyes meeting yours, his warm, gloved, hands daring to gently grip your waist. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s dangerous territory to fall for a co-star.”
“I’m sure,” you said softly, cupping his cheeks with both your hands, he smiled at the feeling of your cold hands. “But I am cold, so maybe we should go back to yours?”
The second the door closed behind you, Richard pinned you to it and pressed his lips to yours harshly, his hands somewhat clumsily pulling off his gloves and chucking them aside as you gripped the hair at the back of his head with one hand and placed your other on his cheek, welcoming the deepening kiss with every fibre of your being; when his gloves were at last removed, Richard’s warm hands travelled under your shirt and jumper, and eagerly pulled you closer by the hips, his already hardened length already prodding against you as the kiss deepened even further if possible, capturing your breath and forcing you to pull away in order to take it back.
“Are you still sure?” Richard asked, putting your needs and wants before his own.
“Incredibly,” you breathed out, biting your lip and trying to control your urges. “Are you?”
“Incredibly,” he echoed with a small smirk, his hands dropping from your waist in order to pick you up by the thighs; automatically, you wrapped your legs around his waist and grinned when you noticed he was carrying you to his bedroom, toward his warm, large, bed. Gently, he placed you down on your back and took your shoes and socks off for you, placing them at the foot of the bed before crawling up your body and stopping when his chin was above the band of your jeans. “Can I take them off?”
“Yes,” you agreed, biting your lip and debating on whether or not to say the word you had been dying to, you decided to give it a try, and with a small voice, added, “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Richard praised, yanking his coat off and quickly unbuttoning the dark plaid shirt he had been wearing; he tossed them aside, before unzipping and unbuttoning your jeans, making slow and gentle work in getting them off; with a tender finger, he pulled the band of your panties up slightly and looked you dead in the eyes. “And these?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded eagerly, your hips twitching as your will to control yourself slowly faded away.
“Thank you,” he licked his lips and drug your panties down, just as mercifully as he did with your jeans, he ran his fingers through your slick folds and chuckled lowly when he noticed how wet and ready you were. “Such a good girl, already wet for Daddy.”
“Only for you, Daddy,” you replied, your hips twitching again.
“Good,” another praise came from Richard’s lips as he crawled further up your body and allowed his hands to move up along your sides, pushing the grey jumper further and further up your body as he did so. “Have I told you how ravishing you look in this yet, angel?”
“Yes, you have,” you chuckled softly, resisting your own mind and stopping yourself from begging for him.
“I almost don’t want to take it off of you,” he mused, his left hand moving back down your body in order to grip your shirt and tug it up as well. “Do you want me to take them off of you, angel?”
“Yes, please,” you begged, silently cursing yourself for doing so, but only for a moment, as the second you felt the jumper and shirt being pulled over your head, you were lost in sheer ecstasy. “Please, oh, please, Daddy, I need you.”
“What would you like me to do?” Richard asked gently, leaning back in order to shed himself of the rest of his clothes, including his shoes and socks, while you disposed yourself of your bra; he soon leaned back down and patiently waiting for you to answer.
“Fuck me,” you said quietly, licking your lips as you looked down at his hardened length. “Please?”
“Anything for you,” he whispered, gently entering you and waiting a few seconds for you to adjust to his size before slowly rolling his hips and placing sweet kisses to your neck, a smile gracing his lips when you began to moan softly and match his soft, caring, rhythm. “I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you too, Richard,” you admitted, his name rolling from your lips when he hit your sweet spot, his forearms on either side of your head, keeping himself steady as he continued to softly pound into you, pouring every ounce of his devotion into each movement. “So, so much.”
“I know, angel,” he whispered, keeping his steady pace. “I’m sorry I waited so long to finally do this.”
“It was worth it,” you mewled, your hips bucking slightly more erratically when Richard thrusted particularly gently, causing him to hit your sweet spot much harsher than intended and making you quiver and moan at the sensation, the brilliant, sweet sensation. “Oh, fuck!”
“You alright?” Richard asked, tilting his head and thinking that you were in some distress as your nails raked down his back and left a long trail of red.
“I’m close,” you chuckled softly, leaning up to rest your forehead in the crook of his neck. “Daddy, I’m so close.”
“You’re such a good girl, angel,” he praised softly, lifting himself up slightly in order to hold you with one strong arm, he gently pulled you back in order to press his lips to your earlobe, and whisper, “Now, cum for Daddy, please.”
Unable deny both yourself and the soft order, you writhed beneath him, gentle pants and moans of half-formed words slipping from your tongue as you came around him, your walls clenching around his hardened length and prompting Richard to allow himself to cum, as well; he spilled himself inside of you just as your juices flowed onto him, he whispered gentle words of praise in your ear as he came alongside you.
“Wow,” you chuckled, breathless as you pulled away from him in order to fix yourself up a little bit. “That was… Fuck, I’ve no words to describe it.”
“That good, or that bad?” Richard asked softly, helping you pick up the jumper again, he gently draped it over your form and pulled you close to him.
“Good,” you reassured, pecking his lips. “I do love you, y’know.”
“I know,” he nodded. “I love you too, (Y/N), you’re my angel.”
“And you’re my Daddy,” you whispered, blushing slightly and grinning. “So, what do you fancy doing for the rest of the day?”
“Well,” he walked over to his bedside table, and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. “I thought we could have a cigarette, and then I could take you out.”
“You don’t have to,” you told him, accepting one of the cigarettes and catching the lighter when Richard threw it over to you with a smirk. “I’d be content to just stay in your nice, warm, bed all day.”
“Well, in that case,” Richard lit his cigarette and showed you over to his balcony, he cracked the door open slightly, but only so much as to allow the smoke to stop festering inside his flat. “I’ll make you dinner. What would you like, angel?”
“You can choose,” you told him softly, taking a drag from your cigarette and blowing the smoke outside, due to it being so cold, the smoke had turned a lot thicker and denser than usual. “You know what I like.”
“Also,” Richard wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled brightly when you leaned into his touch. “What would you say to living here, with me? I know it seems a bit forward, but we’ve been friends for years, and you’re my co-star, and now that we’re together, it only makes sense… so, would you like to move in with me?”