You did not know about the photo Lukas posted but you certainly found out. It happened when your three siblings that hadn't talked to you in months seemed to remember that you existed. Roman reached out first with a text: so are you actually fucking Lukas now or what?

You were absolutely confused when you woke up in the morning in your apartment alone (since you'd flown back to London) with that text from Roman. You texted him back.

No. I don't know how many times I have to say that

Then Kendall called.

"Kendall!" you smiled excitedly; happy that your brother called.

"Ella, what-what is this shit? What are you doing with Matsson?"

"Don't question her like that," you heard Shiv say. "Let me talk to her."

Then Shiv was on the line and you could tell she was smiling as she called you by your nickname, "Hey, Ellie."

"Shivvie," you called her by her own nickname you gave her when you were little.

"You're quite popular today."

"Why is everyone asking about Lukas?"

"So it's Lukas, uh?" Shiv questioned, pointing out how you called him by his first name.

"We're friends, why? What does everyone know that I don't?"

"He posted a photo of the two of you on his Instagram. So you're probably gonna be getting a call from dad, too."

"Oh, that's great," you said sarcastically as you started to bite on your nails anxiously.

"So just friends, huh?"

"Yeah, why?" you said cluelessly, furrowing your eyebrows.

Was it that hard to believe you were friends with Lukas? Were you that unlikable that you couldn't even have a friend? Tears stung your eyes a bit at the thought of them thinking that.

"No reason," Shiv accepted it; she knew you were completely oblivious to the opposite sex. "Well, just be careful, alright?"

"Alright," you said slowly.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay?" And then Shiv hung up.

And like Shiv said, you soon got a call from your father. You had to practically convince him you were friends with Lukas. He eventually believed you after a long phone call. You didn't know why everyone had such trouble believing that you could have a friend.

You called Lukas after that and got on to him. You ranted all about your morning and he listened. Then he easily softened you up and your resolve crumbled.

"I am sorry but I'm also like..not sorry," he argued. "Ella, there are zero fucking photos of you. Zero. It's like you don't exist. I wanted people to see you but to also know that you're...with me."

He started to grin, "Because now there's only the one. Me with you, the beautifully elusive Ella."

His voice was a bit teasing at that last part but serious, too. You were blushing by the end and you had a soft smile. You thanked God that this was not a FaceTime call. You sighed, "Okay. Maybe I overreacted. But you need to tell me next time."

You didn't realize you said the words next time until they were already out of your mouth. And Lukas immediately clung onto them as he asked excitedly.

"You're gonna let me take another photo?"

"Well..." his voice just sounded so happy and you gave in. "As long as they're private."

"Private. I promise."

And you never did find out that Lukas thought of you as a real life cinderella.

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So you started to take more selfies with Lukas. The privacy clause you made him promise made you feel calm about it. You didn't know that Lukas made one his background photo on his phone.

But you started to feel brave about it and you wanted to experiment. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before so you felt comfortable with it. You sent him nude photos when you were away from each other.

Lukas couldn't believe that you wouldn't even smile in a simple photo but you'd send him nudes. You didn't make any sense to him but you drove him crazy. And he responded in typical outlandish Lukas fashion. In response to your nude photos, he'd send you photos of his erection.

And in his absence, you tried to get yourself off. You started to touch yourself while looking at the photos of his dick. But the more you tried to get yourself off, the more you wanted it to be Lukas himself. And you could not orgasm so you were always insatiable when you saw him next. (Well, you both were.)

With this little photo game that they were playing, you started to think about having actual sex with him. You wondered what it would feel like, if it would hurt. You even started to have dirty dreams about Lukas. It was getting out of control.

But Lukas was your friend even if your relationship with him was unconventional. Shouldn't your first time be with someone you were dating? Someone you felt romantic feelings for?

You didn't understand that person was right in front of you.

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One weekend you went to Sweden. When you arrived the driver that Lukas used picked you up from the airport and you waved cutely. "Hi, Sven."

"Miss Ella, it is always a pleasure to see you," the older and taller man smiled before opening the car door for you.

"Thank you," you replied politely.

When they arrived at the mansion Lukas lived at, Sven opened your door and held out his hand for you to take to help you out of the car. You took it gratefully and thanked him once again.

Lukas was waiting on the porch and he shook his head as you reached him and he took your hand to lead you inside, "All of my staff completely adore you."

You shrugged, "What do you mean? They're just nice."

Lukas noticed that you were so sweet. You were always saying please and thank you. You never cursed. You were always respectful and proper. You got everyone to adore you instantly and you barely noticed.

Even Oskar and Andreas adored you. Oskar called you little Ella quite merrily and you would give him a side hug in greeting. You got people to adore you so effortlessly and you just did not even see it. It was a miracle he even got your attention because of how oblivious you were about everything.

Lukas just shook his head at you.

But that weekend, the two of you had gone out to eat. Lukas had given his chefs the weekend off. You could say he was inspired by you.

It had rained, though. When they got back to the house and inside, he noticed you were smiling.

"Why are you smiling?"

"It's raining," you said like it was obvious.

"This shitty weather is making you smile?"

"Don't say that," you smacked at his chest. "It's beautiful."

He smiled in amusement before taking your coat off your shoulders and hanging it up. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind before he mused. "Your thoughts are so...unique. You're never boring."

"I'm not?"

"No," he hummed.

You leaned back into his solid hold as he kissed the top of your head so softly. You placed your hands over his that rested on your stomach and it felt acutely domestic. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your blood buzzed. You wanted him.

And that's when you decided it was going to be him. You wanted Lukas to be the first you ever had. Even if you were just friends.

You turned in his hold before staring up at him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you swallowed nervously. You ran your hand up his torso ever so slowly before you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his neck before you trailed a small peppering of kisses down to his collarbone.

"Ella," his voice was a ghost of a whisper in the air as his hands tightened on you.

You started to tug on his hoodie and he lifted it over his head before letting it fall to the floor. You ran your hand up his torso again but this time across his skin. You'd done it so many times but you never grew tired of doing it.

Lukas went to tug on your shirt but you pushed at his chest. Then you grabbed his hand and tugged him along with you. He followed you like a lost puppy with his hunched over stance and biting his lip as he played with the strands of your hair to keep from touching your skin.

You took him to the couch before you turned to him and pushed him onto it. He now sat there with his arms stretched across the back of the couch as he watched riveted while you undressed in front of him. The whole time he could not stop thinking about how perfect you were. It echoed in his thoughts.

When you were bare, you spoke in a firm tone that left no room for question and that Lukas thought was incredibly hot, "I want to have sex with you. Now."

Then you swallowed as you got nervous and started to cover your breasts, "I mean unless you don't..."

He grabbed your hand before you could even finish that sentence and pulled you on top of him. You sat on his lap and he stared at you intensely as he spoke with thinly-veiled desperation, "Yes, Ella. I would very much like to have sex with you."

"It'd be my first time," you said nervously.

"I know," he said in amusement.

"Will it hurt?"

"I'd never hurt you," he promised.

"Okay. I trust you," you said in that gentle quiet tone as you gazed at him with such softness. Trusting eyes. His chest ached.

Ella reached for his pants and started to tug at them. He lifted his hips and tugged them down a bit along with his boxers. His erection sprung out and you gazed at his cock as you chewed on your lip, "Will you even fit?"

"Yes, Ella," he said in amusement.

"Okay."

You placed your hands on his shoulders before you lined yourself up as you straddled him. You lowered yourself down until you felt the tip press against your entrance. You stopped. It felt like an eternity for Lukas but he let you decide. He wanted you to choose this.

Then you finally pressed down and the tip of his cock entered you. You gasped a little bit and your nails dug into his shoulders that you were holding. He groaned at the action and moved his arms from the back of the couch to place his hands on your hips.

It was just the tip of his dick and you felt stretched completely. But now that you felt a part of him, you wanted all of him. You sunk down further on his dick just a little bit and Lukas commented, "You look so pretty taking my dick."

"Want to take...all of you," you mumbled.

"Then take it."

So you sunk further on his dick and it burned the way he stretched you to your absolute max. You panted, "You're so big, Lukas."

"I know. You're doing so good. Good girl. Just a little more. You feel so good for Lukas."

The praise went right to your core and your pussy was so wet around him at this point that you were dripping. You sunk the rest of the way down on his cock, impaling yourself. His cock was buried inside you right to your core and you moaned. Tears left your eyes at how good he felt; you felt dizzy from the rush of the burning, the pining, that flowed through your veins. You felt hot and on fire. You wondered how the room wasn't disintegrating around you.

"You're so fucking tight. Feel so good," Lukas mumbled.

He stayed still while you adjusted to the size of him. One of his hands was drawing shapes on the small of your back while you panted, adjusting. But then the feeling of him inside you started to drive you crazy. You needed him to move, to do something.

Your head lulled to rest against his shoulder, "Lukas, please. Please. I need...I need..."

You didn't know what you needed. You'd never done this before. But you thought you might die if you didn't get what you needed from him. But he knew.

"I know."

He moved you immediately, pushing you onto your back on the couch while he hovered over you. He was still buried inside of you. Then he started to move, sliding his cock out until just the tip remained and then thrusting back in. Soft and slow. He watched, transfixed, as his dick disappeared in and out of you, finally fucking you like he'd wished for since he first met you.

His thrusts hit that spongy spot inside of you and you moaned. He got to a certain pace and rhythm that was quite gentle and you needed more.

"Lukas, I...Harder. Please."

His pace picked up and his thrusts became more brutal. Your moans filled the room and you came so quickly for him. More tears fell down your cheeks as you cried out his name. Your eyes rolled back as you came and your legs quivered from the force of your orgasm.

Your pussy clenched around his dick and it felt so nice; it was like you were floating and you felt so full, so complete. You wondered if you did this all the time that it would just fuck the depression right out of you. Was that a possible treatment option?

"Fuck," Lukas groaned. "You're so fucking tight."

You hummed as he continued to fuck you senseless. You came three more times before Lukas did. He groaned loudly as he rested his head against your chest, pushing into you with a few more sloppy thrusts before you felt it. His warm cum spilled into you and you gave a little mewl at the feeling; it felt nice.

Lukas was panting and he allowed his cock to soften before pulling out of you. Their combined cum started to leak out of you.

"Fuck," Lukas cursed. "Forgot a condom. Are you on the pill?"

You shook your head.

"You'll need to be on the pill."

"So you'll come in me again?" you ran your hands up his chest before leaning up to press a kiss against over his heart as you muttered against his skin. "Liked it."

He shook his head in amusement, "You're so fucked right now."

You bit your lip, "You want to do it again?"

"Yes, fuck," and he sunk his dick back inside of you, making you moan. He sloppily thrusted, getting his dick to harden, before he fucked you into oblivion.

You were sure that you were utterly ruined to anyone else now. It would only be him now. How could it feel this good with anyone else? What a shame you were just friends.

AN: so ella is in some deep freaking denial. That's gonna continue for a little bit.

I don't think we have too many chapters left until I'll start season four. Idk there is quite a bit I'm doing with them pre-season 4 because these two are like a whirlwind romance so we'll see