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People Are Watching (Normal People pt 2)

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3.4k (part 1 here)

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

It had been a long time since you’d gotten this dressed up.

After a year of dating Roman, you had discovered that looks weren’t necessarily a priority. He liked having you on his arm, showing you off, but there was never any need to try too hard. Things were stable with Roman. He just didn’t want you to go anywhere. As long as you were within arm’s reach, he was content.

So you didn’t put in much effort anymore. Not to say that you had let yourself go; but there were few occasions that called for getting dressed up these days.

That is, aside from the most important night in a long time: election eve.

You glimpsed Roman coming into the room, collar upturned, adjusting his tie. He slowed when he saw you, eyes tracing your body.

“Almost ready,” you said.

He lingered behind you, examining your reflection in the mirror. There was a look of mingled confusion, sadness, and desire in his eyes.

“Huh,” he said.

“Too much?”

“No, no. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You caught his eye in the mirror.

“Who?” you asked.

A crooked grin crossed Roman’s face.

“Come on. I know this isn’t for me.”

You felt a prickle of guilt. “Roman…”

“Do we need to do that thing where we say what we’re really thinking?”

“If you want. I know how you like to keep things annoyingly vague.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, tie loose around his neck.

“I mean, you guys really hit it off, yeah?” he said. “You and Lukas.”

“I guess. I’ve only met him twice.”

“Okay, well I’m telling you from an outside perspective that you guys had a spark. There was something.”

“You and me have something, too.”

“But it’s like the opposite of what we have.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s… you know. Sex…ual.”

You felt your cheeks beginning to flush.

“He’s just a flirt,” you said. “He’s probably like that with everyone.”

“No, Y/N. Not everyone.”

His eyes shimmered sadly as he smiled.

“But he’s like that with you. And that’s a fact.”

“So what are you saying? What do you want me to do?”

“Look. I get that you have… needs. Needs that I can’t necessarily fulfill.”

He seemed to grow smaller as he spoke. You quickly stepped over to him, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

“That doesn’t matter to me,” you said firmly. “I’m with you because I really fucking like you, Roman. You're my favorite Roy.”

“No, I know.” His hand went compulsively to the back of his head, smoothing down his hair. “It’s just… I don’t want to keep you from something that might be good for you.”

“You think fucking Lukas is good for me?”

“Well… and hear me out— maybe it’s good for me, too.”

“This is sounding fucked up. But go on.”

“Like, it sort of takes the pressure off. If some other guy is giving you what you need... physically— barf— then we can just keep doing what we’re doing. And you’ll never leave me and everything will be fine. Right? Is that how relationships work?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Not usually.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“But this one can.”

You ruffled his hair as he grinned back at you.

“Just don’t look so fucking sad,” you said. “You kill me with your sad eyes.”

“That’s the only reason you’re with me. Because of my sad eyes.”

“I know.”

“Lukas doesn’t have sad eyes,” Roman prodded.

“We both know Lukas is kind of a dumbass. A dumbass who happens to also be a genius.”

“But he’s hot.”

“Shut up and let me get dressed.”

Lukas grew jumpy when he was in New York. The city didn’t make sense to him. What was the appeal? For the most part it just felt chaotic, and not in the best ways. What others loved about it he found uninteresting. There were better places to spend time.

But there was one thing in the city that he wanted. Something he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since the summer. It was November now, cold by American standards. He had been in Sweden for most of that time, on his home turf, recharging, tuning everything out so he could hear his own thoughts. But as it turned out, his thoughts centered on one thing: you.

The day on Lake Como when Roman had brought you to him seemed like a whirlwind. You hadn’t been alone together for more than an hour, but he couldn’t get it out of his head. The exact slant of the light. Your bare feet on his floor. The way your eyes lingered on him. He played it back in his mind over and over, late at night when he couldn’t sleep. Almost as if he didn’t need the real thing anymore. And that was the danger with Lukas: the tendency to get lost in his own fantasies, content to exist in his own mind.

But when he woke up from the fantasy he realized he wanted more. To see you again. To hear your voice. To spend hours with you in bed. Any bed.

He thought you would come to Norway with Roman and the others. In fact, he had planned on it. But when you failed to show up, he grew unreasonably depressed. Roman didn’t say a word about what had happened, but occasionally a knowing smile would pass his lips, and Lukas would wonder how much he knew. Or how much he even cared.

So rather than waste a trip to New York, he decided to confirm things for himself.

“You know there’s such a thing as time zones, right?” came Siobhan’s voice through the phone.

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t really pay attention. It’s just whatever’s convenient for me.”

“That’s like the story of your life.”

“Listen, who’s coming to the pre-election circle jerk?”

“Lots of people.”

“The sibs?”

“They’ll all be there. Especially Connor.”

“Any plus ones…?”

A long pause. He could hear Shiv smiling and he hated it.

“Who are you really asking about, Lukas?”

“Look, I had a conversation with Y/N a while back that we never really got to finish.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s a pretty vague descriptor. Without seeing your face I don’t know what to make of that.”

“She’s been with my brother for a year.”

“We’re friends.”

“Oh, you’re friends? I wasn’t aware that you’d ever met.”

“Can you just tell me if she’ll be there or not?”

“Well, she RSVP’d. But you’re playing a really fucked up game, Lukas.”

“I didn’t realize you cared so much about your brothers’ feelings. Everything so far points to the contrary.”

“Fuck off. I’m going back to sleep. But you’re coming, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll respond to the invite if it so pleases you.”

“Good. Goodnight.”

“It’s morning.”

Shiv hung up. Lukas put down the phone and gazed out at the city of Stockholm outside his window. Now he had to brace himself for New York.

He didn’t know what made him choose that shimmery gold bomber jacket, but it had exactly the right effect when he walked into the room. All eyes on Lukas. If you were there, you wouldn’t be able to miss him. Yet the first person to greet him wasn’t who he expected.

“What is this, foreign election interference?” said Roman, sidling up to him at the bar.

“I thought you guys took care of that yourselves,” Lukas said, sipping his beer.

“Good to see you, man. How’ve you been?”

“Better, I guess. You caught me at a weird time last summer.”

“Yeah, you seem chipper. Is that a hint of manic-depression I detect?”

Lukas just raised an eyebrow as Roman grinned.

“Trust me, I know all about it. But really, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Lukas shrugged. “It’s good to be back.”

“Bullshit. You hate New York.”

“It’s the people who make it worthwhile.”

Roman gave a sly smile. Then he perked up and waved at someone over Lukas’s shoulder.

“Here we go.”

Lukas turned in time to see you brush past him, pausing at Roman’s side. As he caught your eye, the last time you had met came back in a rush. He could almost smell the breeze coming off of Lake Como.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi.” Despite Roman’s presence, Lukas couldn’t take his eyes off of you. With that same sly grin, Roman slipped an arm around your waist.

“We were talking about you earlier,” Roman said.

“Really?” Lukas said.

“Uh-huh. Y/N was nervous about seeing you again.”

Lukas glanced your way, noting how your cheeks flushed immediately.

“Fuck, Roman,” you said.

“What? Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look how conventionally attractive he is. Even Shiv said so.”

You slipped out of Roman’s grasp, grabbing a glass of wine from the bar.

“See you around,” you murmured, edging through the crowd and out of sight.

“Damn, dude,” Lukas said, watching you go.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of our thing. She won’t say what she’s really thinking in public, so I do it for her.”

He glanced at his watch, then slung back the rest of his vodka tonic.

“I have some presidential ass to kiss. Have a good time, yeah?”

Lukas thought he saw a wink. Then Roman, too, was gone. He could immediately feel the eyes of others on him, ready to swoop in and network him to death. He grabbed another beer and stalked out of the room, conspicuously taller than everyone.

He found himself in a sitting room with a low sectional sofa, different groups engaged in conversation. He spotted you on one end of the sofa, alone, sipping your wine and staring into space. No one had yet approached you.

He casually slid into the seat next to you.

“Everything okay?” he said, setting down his beer.

“Yeah. Sorry about Roman.”

“Do you apologize for him a lot?”

“Not to everyone.”

Lukas stretched his arm out along the sofa behind you, angling his knee dangerously close to yours.

“So listen,” he said. “I want to say some things. But try not to react. Even my facial expressions have an effect on the market, okay?”

“I get it.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the summer.”

“Is that right?”

“If it were up to me, I’d take you out of here right now. Back to my hotel room. I’ve got a really nice place downtown. I’d keep you there for a day or two then maybe we’d go back to Sweden and I could show you around.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“See all the eyes in this room? They’re watching me. My every move is public. And especially who I’m talking to. Not that I give a shit. But it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Why are you worried about me?”

“It’s public knowledge that you’re with Roman. If you’re seen leaving with me…”

You let out a sigh, sinking back into the sofa. Lukas’s fingers brushed your shoulder. He spoke in a low, breathy voice.

“I know it’s fucked. We should be able to do whatever the fuck we want, right?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”

“Is it true what Roman said? You were nervous?”

Your cheeks began to flush again and Lukas smiled.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of adorable, actually.”

His eyes glimmered as he looked at you.

“Careful,” you said. “People are watching, remember?”

“I’m keeping an eye on them,” he murmured. “I know how to take advantage of the brief moments when they look away.”

His hand slid down along the side of your thigh, brushing the skin at the hem of your dress.

“How do we do this?” you whispered.

“I’ll leave first. You come after me.”

Just as his hand began to slide further up your thigh, Greg collapsed beside Lukas on the sofa. Lukas’s hand gracefully slid away, reaching for his beer.

"Lukas, dude,” Greg said. “I’ve been practicing my Swedish in anticipation of your arrival.”

“Cool, man. Why don’t you practice on her?”

With that he stood, feeling your eyes on his back. He turned to see you gazing at him as Greg talked incessantly into your ear. He winked at you, then disappeared into the other room.

You didn’t even tell Roman you were leaving. Five minutes after Lukas departed, you escaped from Greg and went into the bathroom. You stared at the text from Lukas— the address of his hotel. In another five you were out the door, hailing a taxi.

You padded slowly down the empty hotel corridor, eyeing the room numbers as you went. Your heart was pounding already. Finally you came to the end of the hall, the presidential suite. You entered with the key that had been left for you at reception.

All was dark. At first, you wondered if you had arrived before him.

“Lukas?” you said softly. You rounded the corner into the master bedroom, city lights illuminating the bed. And there he was, propped on elbows, scrolling through his phone, waiting for you. His eyes flickered up in the glow from his screen. Then went dark. Just a silhouette on the bed as your eyes adjusted to the dim city light.

“Come here,” came his low voice.

He sat up on the edge of the bed as you approached. You stood between his knees as he hooked a finger around yours and drew you closer.

“That didn’t take you long at all,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months.”

He slid his hands up your thighs, picking up where he had left off at the party. A soft breath escaped you as you felt his warm palms beneath your dress.

“Does Roman know?”

“I don’t know what he knows.”

“We’re going to take our time this time around. Yeah?”

You could only let out a shaky breath as he hooked his fingers around your underwear and slid them down. Then his head disappeared beneath your dress. Your head went back, eyes closed, as you felt his tongue against you, warm and slow and eager.

It was as if no time at all had passed. He seemed to know your body innately, his big hands gripping your thighs, his soft groans vibrating through you.

“Fuck, Lukas…”

His head emerged and he stood, suddenly towering over you.

“Turn around,” he breathed as he began to tug off his shirt. But you couldn’t do as he said, not with his body naked before you. You ran your hands up his abdomen, his chest, through the sparse blonde hair. He grinned breathlessly as he watched you, amused. Then he began to unbuckle his pants.

“Go on. I have something for you.”

He gently turned you around and you heard his pants fall to the ground. Then his hands were beneath your dress again, caressing you, up your thighs to your lower back. Smoothly running over your skin. Then you felt one hand withdraw as he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You gasped lightly and felt him guide you down, leaning over the bed, his throat pressed against your shoulder.

“Remember this?”

“Fuck, yes,” you said.

He teasingly ran his tip between your legs.

“You can’t wait much longer, hm?”

“Just fucking give it to me, Lukas.”

With that, he slipped partially inside of you, drawing a gasp. You could feel him grinning into your ear.

“Like that?”

“Oh, god,” you whimpered.

“I’ll give it to you. You’ve waited so long.”

He slowly pushed his entire length inside of you. You let out a loud moan.

"That's good. Let me hear you."

He took his time as he thrust slowly in and out of you, beneath the hem of your dress, his hands firm on your hips.

“There you go,” he breathed. He skillfully slipped your dress over your head and dropped it to the floor, running his hands along your back. He planted kisses on your shoulders as he rhythmically pulsed in, out.

“I fucking missed you,” he whispered.

"I missed you," you groaned.

He turned you around to face him. His face was flushed even in the darkness. Something glimmered in his eyes. He looked more serious than you had ever seen him. He kissed you, deeply, then slowly lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He hovered there, inches above your face, looking deep into your eyes.

“I could be good for you,” he said. “You could be good for me.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Really? Then how's it possible that I can make you feel this good?”

You laughed breathlessly, then sucked in your breath as he slid his fingers between your legs, moving in slow circles. You squirmed beneath him, feeling his eyes on you, watching your every movement.

“You deserve someone to make you feel good,” he murmured.

You pushed into his touch, head rolling back. Then you grabbed the back of his head, burying your hand in his hair.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

Wasting no time, Lukas’s hand slipped away. He grasped his cock and pushed into you again, hungry this time, powerful and urgent. You bucked against him, crying out in the dark hotel room, no one to hear you but him. He groaned into your ear, suddenly without words. His fingers dug into your skin as he fucked, hard, taking back every second of lost time. Finally with a strangled cry you felt him shudder inside of you, muscles tensing all at once, then releasing. He shook slightly as he lowered himself down, pulling you to him. He cradled your head against his damp chest.

“I need you here,” he said, brushing back your hair. “Right here.”

You lightly kissed his neck, his chest. He angled your face up and planted a tender kiss on your lips.

“But it’s not up to me, is it?” he said with a small grin.

“I’m here now,” you said, curling against him. “That’s all.”

It was late, and Roman’s townhouse was dark when you got back. You carried your shoes through the house and to the bedroom. Roman was there on the bed, still fully clothed, the TV flickering over him. He watched you enter the room with a knowing smile.

“Hey,” he said in his light singsong voice. “How was your night?”

You slid onto the bed, barefoot. Roman sat up and crossed his legs, putting the TV on mute.

“Do you really want to know?”

“You look good. Your hair is a mess. Looks like it went well.”

“Yeah. It went well.”

He stroked your forearm with one testing finger.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?”

You looked straight at him.

“Seriously?”

“Try me.”

Taking a deep breath, you began.

“Okay… well, you probably saw him leave. I waited a few minutes and went out after him. He texted me the address to his hotel, so I got a cab and went downtown.”

“How did you get in?”

“He left a key at reception.”

“Ooh. Classy. What next?”

You hesitated.

“Come on. You won’t get in trouble.”

“I let myself in, and it was dark. He was in the bedroom waiting for me.”

You heard Roman swallow, but kept going.

“I went over to him, and he slid his hands up my dress. He really didn’t waste any time talking.”

“Did he say anything? Anything at all?”

“He asked if you knew I was there.”

Roman drew in his breath. He squirmed on the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

“Uh-huh.”

You lie back on the foot of the bed, crossing your hands over your chest.

“He used his tongue first. He didn’t even undress me. Just lifted up my dress.”

You heard Roman slowly unbuckle his belt. A slight whimper as his hand slid down his pants.

“And you were right about his dick. He’s huge. He teased me first. Wouldn't give me the whole thing. I think he knew how much it annoyed me.”

You could hear the soft grunts issuing from Roman.

“Then he started getting sentimental. Said we’d be good for each other. I told him to shut up and put his cock back in me. Then he really and properly fucked me. He felt almost angry.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Hard. Very hard. But afterwards he was soft. He said he wanted me to stay. But I didn’t."

"No?"

"He knew I would come back to you.”

A small groan. Then a low “fuck.” Roman sat up, hunched over on the side of the bed, his hair askew. He stood up, adjusting himself as he headed to the bathroom. He leaned over you, face flushed, hair askew. He kissed your forehead softly, then grinned down at you.

“When are you seeing him again?”

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