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Connor Gallagher x Reader.
Blurred Lines - A girls night out just causes a little blurring to the edges of their world.
18+
Some smut. Did he? Didn't he? Jealousy.
It's taken a small village to help me get this here.... so thank you to my villagers, you know who you are. đđ
"But why do you need to go and watch some random blokes taking their clothes off? I can do that for you here babe."
She felt his hands easing up her short skirt and gently roving towards her underwear. This was hard, she knew he wouldn't like it, he hadn't liked the idea when the other girls had booked it months ago and she knew he was hoping she'd back out. But she wasn't, she wanted to see what all the fuss was about and a day in Central London would be fun with the girls, not to mention the alcohol and entertainment.
His fingers finally reached their 'destination' and she twitched a little at his touch, she saw the smirk flash across his face and it just confirmed her decision for her as she took a small step backwards.Â
"I'll be home before you know it Con, just, go on your X Box with the other lads, pretend I'm still here watching TV"
She didn't mean for it to sound like a dig at him and his normal routine, but if that was how he was going to take it she wasn't going to argue. This was a rare 'girl only' night out for her and she had been looking forward to it for ages. Bending down she went to kiss him and saw his shoulders stiffen, he was so pissed off at her right now.....Â
"I'll be back before you know it Con, will let you know when I'm in the car back, ok?"
Her lips met his and he once again tried to change her mind by grabbing her arse and bringing her into his lap, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and eased her hands into his hair, slightly longer than normal and she was loving it. The sound of her phone alerting her of the Uber outside made her break the kiss, wiping a thumb across his lips to remove her lip gloss.
"I've gotta go Con, the girls are here in the car, but hold that thought for me yeah?"Â
She locked eyes with him and her heart sank a little as he huffed out a breath and broke the stare.
"I'll probably be asleep when you get home drunk, messy and late! If I am, don't wake me, I have training tomorrow."
He watched as she slipped from his lap and walked to the door, never turning around, just grabbing her small bag and exiting the house.
"FUCK!" Conor, threw a pillow across the floor and stood up, stomping into the games room and signing onto his X Box reluctantly.
"Hey! Conor, you a stripper widower too?" Mason laughed as he spoke, making the statement for the small group of friends on the game.
"It's not funny Mase, you not servicing your missus right or something so she has to go watch men she doesn't know take their clothes off and grind all over random women? I'm not fucking happy, what if they pick Y/N up to fucking grind against? I swear to God Mase make you suffer first then I'll hunt the bastard down, dirty fucker!"
Conor could feel himself getting more and more wound up and as he stopped speaking he heard the other lads sniggering on the call.
"Con mate, it's only like us going to a strip club, or going on the lash for the night and having all the fit birds playing up to us, calm down, Y/N will be fine but just a note to yourself eh? Maybe spice it up a bit when you're together if you're feeling this threatened."
Conor adjusted his headset and huffed out a breath.Â
"We don't need to spice it up thanks mate (he emphasised the word mate), it's spicy enough, just set the game up and look after your own missus and leave me and mine alone."
Conor spent the next few hours immersed in the world of COD occasionally checking his phone hoping Y/N would hate the whole thing and come home early, no such luck!
"Con? Con babe?"
Conor woke to kisses being placed on his lips, two hands in his hair and his dick standing to attention like it was on patrol. His eyes couldn't focus quick enough as he realised he was awake and Y/N was straddled across his hips as he lay on his back, her mouth now tracing down his lips and his neck.
"I reeeeeeeeeally need you, reeeeeally need to ride you"
Her hands were scratching lightly across his body and he was loving the attention but he wanted to try and take part himself.
"Babe," he took hold of her hands, "Y/N let me just, let me move a little first, you're still dressed and ...."
She giggled against his neck.
"I've taken my panties off, feel"Â
She grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs, forcing it as close as possible and sighing as it touched her centre.
"Just, yeah, there, just, please use your fingers." She was grinding against his hand and Conor gave up, who was he to argue.
Flipping them over he raised himself above her and dragged her skirt higher to give himself full easy sight and access to her, he had to swallow down the thought that she was dripping wet and he presumed this was the result of the night out entertainment, but he'd worry about that later. Now he wanted to make the most of her being extremely horny.
He ran his finger through her dampness, hearing her sigh and feeling her buck against him, she was now biting at his neck and he knew, he just knew she would have marked him and he'd get shit tomorrow from the lads.
He felt her begin to shudder, her legs shaking slightly and her hands beginning to grip at his shoulders,Â
"I wanna ride you Con, wanna make you feel good, wanna feel everything"
She looked at him and Conor noticed her eyes were glazed, he knew she wouldn't remember a fucking thing about this tomorrow when she woke with the hangover from hell. Rolling them around again he lay back and watched her struggle to grab hold of his dick, almost falling off him as she tried to grab it and then ease herself onto it.Â
He sighed, the thrill of having her wake him horny as hell was quickly dwindling.
"Y/N let me help." Sitting her atop his hips he eased his hand between them, stroking himself a couple of times and then easing her down, swearing as she slipped down easily and she groaned out a long swear word as he thrust up into her.Â
"Con, you're so fit, I wanna ride you forever, want you to make me raw, make me scream."
She was messy in her attempt, hands on his chest then into his hair, pulling at it and her lips everywhere, he was loving it, but hating it at the same time.... was it the alcohol? was it the strippers? He wasn't sure but when she leant down and slurred the words "I wanna come all over your dick," Conor was lost, gripping her hips he drove into her, loving the way she was chanting his name, the way her head dropped back and she exposed her neck for him to nibble on and lick as sweat started to appear on it.
Again, he felt her tighten around him only this time he was in full control. Â
"Come on Y/N, give it to me, you know you want to, come on, now, let it go."
As he finished whispering into her ear she straightened up and moaned loudly, her hands grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them together, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and Conor thought she'd never looked more gorgeous.
He pumped into her a few more times and then felt his own high hit, gripping her hips until he was sure they'd be bruised as he raised her and dropped her onto his dick, swearing up a storm as he did so. He felt her slump down onto him and he eased her onto the bed, slipping out and making his way into the ensuite to grab a cloth to clean them with.Â
On returning to the bedroom the sight that met him made him shake his head, she was star fished across the bed, unconscious, actually drooling onto his pillow! Using the cloth he tried to clean her the best he could, ignoring the weak slapping arm as she tried to move him away, slurring something into the pillow about leaving her alone. Shaking his head, he walked back into the ensuite, cleaned himself up and made his way to the spare room. He was a mixture of emotions, glad he'd got laid, hurt that she wouldn't remember how good it was and angry that it had been another man / men that had got her wet in the first place. Running his hands through his hair he lay down and tried to sleep, if he struggled in training tomorrow Mase was getting an earful.
"Jesus, Last night was wild in ours, Sarah jumped me the minute she got in!"
Conor could hear Mason's voice as he got to the locker room door,
"I couldn't fucking keep her off me, what about you Ben?"
Conor heard Ben laugh and knew, just knew he'd be agreeing, it seemed like all the girls had gone home the same way..... feral!
"Con mate, did Y/N wake you up? Bet you were glad she'd gone then weren't ya?"Â
Mason's teasing was doing nothing to alleviate Conor's mixed feelings about the previous night / early morning. He just grinned and started to get changed, glad when the coach came in and ordered them all into the gym.
Arriving home Conor was amazed the blinds were still closed, but as he entered the living room he saw Y/N lying prone on the sofa, a cloth across her eyes, painkillers and bottles of water strewn on the coffee table he knew why, just as he'd predicted.Â
The hangover from hell had landed. He placed his bag down and removed his trainers, he knew he had two ways he could play this.....Â
"Con? Is that you babe? Can you bring me a bottle of water from the fridge please?"
Her voice was croaky and she looked like shit. He sighed and walked towards the kitchen, option 2 it was then.
"Here you go Y/N, you feeling rough? Have a good night did ya?"
It killed him to sound so okay with it but he had to suck it up, all the other lads were loving the fact their other halves had arrived home steaming, demanding rough sex and then passing out, but he had always liked it to be more, to mean more. He couldn't help it, he loved her, it was their thing, they'd only ever had each other and he loved that, he loved he was the only one who knew what she looked like when she came, and he was thrilled his was the only dick she'd ever had her mouth around. Last night though, something about it was so good it kept replaying in his mind, but the fact she was reacting to someone else getting her excited, that was just too much for him. He knew he sounded soft, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't apologise for it ever.
Sitting down next to her and gently lifting her legs, placing them across his lap he started to gently rub them and heard her let out a slow breath.
"I think I may be dying Con" she croaked. "Everything hurts, and I do mean everything."Â
He smirked as her eyes glanced down to her own groin and then back up to his face and then closed again as if it had taken all her energy to move her eyeballs.
"You were, well, a bit wild last night when you got back. I was, well, you wanted it, well demanded it that way so I had to, didn't I? Sorry if it's uncomfortable"
She moved the cloth from her eyes and tried to sit up, groaning as her head lifted from the cushions.
"Was I horrid? I didn't say anything cruel did I?" Was I just, like, desperate? Ya know, all over you?"
Conor watched the pinkish flush give her face it's only colour and he nodded slowly, raising his hand and lowering his t shirt collar to show her the love bite on his neck which he'd had his arse ripped for today.
She slunk back onto the cushions and dropped her arm across her eyes.Â
"Oh my god! How old am I, 13? I'm so sorry Con, I know we don't do that, I'm just.... I have no idea what I did when I got home. I swear once the fresh air hit me I have no recollection." She removed her arm and looked at him, "Thats fucking scary isn't it? I'm such a twat, I shouldn't go out alone" She made to shake her head and as she did the motion made her heave, bending forward and vomiting into a bucket next to the arm of the sofa, the sound and the smell made Conor's stomach churn, he hadn't even noticed the bucket, but now he couldn't keep his eyes off it. He waited until she'd finished then stood up, taking it into the toilet, emptying, rinsing and cleaning it out before returning it to her smelling and looking fresh. She at least looked sorry so he couldn't be angry with her, after all, it wasn't anything he hadn't done himself and she'd returned the favour of looking after him.
He leaned down and stroked her hair softly.
"Shall I run you a nice bubble bath, make you some cheesy scrambled eggs and a nice cold vimto?"
She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears, " I love you so much Con, that would be lovely."
He wiped a thumb under her eyes to stop the tears from falling and made to kiss her but the smell of her breath made him retrace his movements.
She covered her mouth and blushed "Sorry, I stink, been being sick and also last night's breath, I seriously couldn't stand and brush my teeth.... I'm minging aren't I?"Â
As she finished speaking, she burst into tears and wailed. If she hadn't looked so unwell, Conor would have laughed at the dramatics of it all, but he locked it all away in his memory bank for next time she giving out to him calling him a drama llama.
Y/N lay in the bubbles, sheâd seriously never felt so bad after alcohol and the lost time from getting into the Uber and waking this morning was worrying her.
Her phone rang, the noise causing her to clench her teeth and curse.
âHello!â
âGood God what bit your arse? Or should I say, did you enjoy your arse being bitten?â
Sarah's laughter down the phone wasnât helping Y/N's hangover at all.
âUgh, Iâm fucking dying, I swear, I have no memory of the last part of the night or getting home, itâs bloody scary. What about you?â
Y/N hated the sound of the laughter on the other end of the phone, she knew it was going to lead to something she really didnât want to hearâŚ
âOh My God Y/N you were off your head, you kept trying to climb on the stage, trying to grab the legs of the tall blonde, shouting just let me touch you, I have skills, youâd love them!â
"We were howling at you and you were loving the attention. You kept saying youâd never seen anything as sexy in all your life, that Conor was gorgeous but this, was a whole new level for you. We knew it was just the tequila talking, and before you start beating yourself up, you werenât the only one, Annie was dragged up and loved every minute of it, dunno how sheâll explain all the oil on her clothes to Ben!!â
Y/N remembered Annie and how they'd all encouraged her, but she had no recollection of her own behaviour. Sheâd die if she thought Conor would ever find out, their sex life was amazing, he was gorgeous, everything she ever wanted, what the fuck was she saying stuff like that for.
âAre you not rough today?â Y/N felt like she would never feel normal again.
âRough as toast, but the sex last night when I got home helped sweat most of the alcohol out, my god, it was amazing. Mase has said heâd be up for us going again, lol, dirty fuckerâŚ. I honestly was feralâŚ. Mind you, you were desperate to get home yourself, the things you told us you were going to do to Conor, we literally feared for him. We honestly didnât expect him to make training today, but Mase told me he made it and that he was sporting quite the love bite!!â Sarah's loud laughter made Y/N cringe.
âYeah I errâŚ. itâs not really somethingâŚ.. wellâŚ. I know Iâm aching all over, but to be honest, I have no memory of it, I feel so bad, but Con hasnât said anything so maybe heâs good with it.â
âI hope you didnât tell him what you told the guy on the stage last night,â Sarah replies, still giggling. Â
Y/N felt her body cover in goosebumps, âOh shit, what did I say?â
âYou were trying to video him on your phone and the security man came over and said no filming the act and you shouted that you needed to film it so Conor could learn how to take his clothes off like Blondie it was turning you on so much. Honestly Y/N you were up for anything!â
Y/N gulped. âYou haven't told Mase this have you? Iâd die if Con found out, itâs just notâŚ. I donât need him toâŚ. Fuck!â
Realising her words had created anxiety for her friend Sarah's tone changed, âHonestly Y/N itâs okay, weâre not sharing anything with the lads, they donât need to know, it was a girls night out, donât worry. Get rested, clear the hangover, give Conor some loving and just put it into the back of your mind, itâs done, okay?â
Y/N said her goodbyes and hung up the call, groaning as her arm slipped back into the bubbles, glad she had kept the phone on speakerphone instead of holding it to her ear, that would have taken far too much energy. Remembering the last part of the conversation she huffed out a breath, and let herself slide under the water wishing it could wash away the information sheâd just been given.
Outside the bathroom door Conor stood with the bath sheet in his hands that heâd had warming in the tumble dryer and was bringing up to wrap around Y/N when he helped her out of the bath, but as he arrived at the door he heard the conversation in mid flow, his heart dropping to his feet at the thought that some random bloke taking his clothes off turned his girlfriend on more than him doing it. This, exactly this was what he was dreading when she went out last night. The rational part of his brain knew stripping and dancing was what these guys were trained in, but still, he didnât want his girlfriend forever comparing his undressing to some bloke she saw on a drunken night out doing it. He gripped the towel to his chest and pushed the bathroom door open, laying it down on the nearby ledge and nodding towards it, âThought youâd need this.â He didnât mention that it had been warmed, because whilst he had been listening to the conversation and then mulling over the information afterwards it had gone cold again.
âAwwww thanks babe, I love youâ Y/N looked at him and smiled the best she could whilst her head was imploding and her heart was heavy, she did not deserve this wonderful man.
Conor just swallowed, âIâm errr, Iâm going over to Ben's, see you in an hour or so okay?â He watched her nod and close her eyesâŚ.. Probably thinking about Blondie stripping his clothes off Conor thought, it made his stomach flip and his head begin to ache.
Conor sat in his car, his phone to his ear, the constant ringing annoying him until eventually it answered and he began the conversation, stuttering at first then easing into it when they talked him down and calmed his nerves.
2 days later
âLots of men feel like this first time, youâd be amazed.â
Her voice was honey sweet and dripped from her lips and Conor couldnât get enough of hearing it, even though he knew it was wrong to be enjoying it so much, but hadnât Y/N enjoyed her time with the strippers.
âIâm not the most expensive, but Iâm far away from the cheapest so youâll get what you pay for I can guarantee and it definitely wonât be a chore with a good looking bloke like you, I feel guilty charging you.â
Her eyes were raking over his face and his hair, sheâd already looked him from toe to head when heâd walked in smiling at him like the cat that got the cream.
Conor averted his eyes and looked around the cafe then back at her, âErrrr thanks?â
He watched as she raised a manicured polished long nail to her red lips and looked at him, âI seem to feel I should know you, but I have clue where from, have we done business before?â
Conor shook his head so fast his hair fell from behind his ears and he tucked it back feeling like a virgin again. âNo, definitely not done anything with you before, honestly, Iâm a first timer, I mean, not a first timer, but, first time doing this, errr, this kind of thing, not doing itâŚ. Iâve done it⌠Lots, done it so many timesâŚ. IâmâŚ. errrâ
She smiled at him and placed a soft hand on top of his,
âItâs so refreshing to see someone so nervous, theyâre usually full of bravado and all Johnny Big Bollocks. This is going to be so much fun Colinâ
She stroked his hand and then let a small laugh escape her lips as he slid it from under her hand.
âSâposeâ He wanted to dieâŚ. right nowâŚ.Â
âYouâre late, I thought youâd be home a couple of hours agoâ
Y/N looked up from her laptop and smiled at Conor as he came into the lounge.
âYou okay? You looked a bit washed out?â
She placed a hand against his cheek then his forehead,
âWant me to run you a shower, help you relax a little?â
Conor just nodded and dropped onto the sofa, he couldnât speak, he knew sheâd read him and know something was wrong, not quite rightâŚ. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair, he really couldnât do this âŚ. he just had to stop it now, before it went too far, before he got sucked inâŚ.
âCon, shower's warm, come on babeâ
He trudged up to the bathroom and stood stock still in the doorway as he saw her naked, under the water stream, waiting for him.
Lying on the bed she looked at him as she carded her fingers through his wet hair,
âThat, was amazingâ
She leaned up and over his chest, kissing him and licking at his lips afterwards.
âYou always know just what to doâ
Conor looked at her and returned the kiss, he loved her so much, he wanted to be everything she ever needed, ever dreamed of, ever fantasised about.
âI love you so much Babe, making you feel good is what Iâm here to do, itâs what I love doing, I justâŚ." He paused, clearing his throat. "Do you think thereâs anything I could do, you know, more? Like something we donât do, havenât tried?â
He knew he was rambling, he quickly shut his eyes and took a breath then watched as her eyes scanned his face, but her tell was the way she swallowed and licked her lips before answering.Â
âNope, itâs all perfect for me Con, how about you?â
In that moment he knew, he just knew she wasnât satisfied, maybe sheâd faked it, maybe she was focusing on Blondie, maybe she was even thinking about going again but not telling him. Â
âWell? Anything youâd like me to do?â
She was now lay full length on him and her lips were grazing his neck, he knew heâd normally be throwing her back onto the bed and starting round 2, but his mind was relaying the conversation from when she was in the bath, then what heâd learned today, he needed to pace himself.
Easing her up from him he stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom again,
âThink Iâll take a quick shower, feel a bit sticky.â
Y/N watched him disappear and lay back down staring at the ceiling, was he still pissed about the other night? She followed him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet watching him shower.Â
âAre you pissed off at me about the other night Con?â
He turned and looked at her and shrugged his shoulders then shook his head.
âNothing to be pissed off about, is there? I mean, you had a good night out didnât you? You came home, gave me the best sex weâve had in ages and passed out on me, whatâs to piss me off?âÂ
He half laughed at the end then turned to wash his hair again realising it was gonna be like baby hair tomorrow after being washed twice within hours.
Y/N did a slight nod of her head and left the bathroom, he was definitely still pissed off, this was something a blow job and sex wasn't going to clear up.
âWhat do you fancy doing tonight after tea? Go for a walk? Cinema?â
Y/N was busy clearing the breakfast dishes as Conor gathered his gear together.Â
âProbably best not to make any firm plans until I get back if thatâs okay with you?â He hated lying to her, hated all this secrecy, but it was doing wonders for his confidence and it wasnât hurting her, she knew nothing of it and Marsha was very discreet.
âYou going to be late again? What you doing after training? You seem to be doing loads more training and social media than youâve ever doneâ
Y/N stood up from bending down to the dishwasher, dirty dish in her hand, eyebrows raised at her question.
âYeah, itâs cos of all the new lads, theyâre trying to up the stuff on line, you know what theyâre like.â
He walked towards her and kissed her cheek, his arm wrapping around her waist and smiling as she turned, locking lips with him and sighing into the kiss as she deepened it.
He moved his head back, breaking the kiss and giving her a smile
âSorry babe, got to get to Cobham, the boss will have my balls if Iâm late.â
Y/N stroked his hair and nodded, âSee you later, donât work too hard.â
She watched him walk out and resumed her task, her mind running a million miles an hour.  Conor just wasnât himself, he wasnât acting like him, wasnât reacting to her like he always had done. She leaned against the worktop, her worst fear played out in her mind and she felt her heart rate increase, she knew Conor wouldnât do that, but she knew something was off.
âCome on Colin, you can give it to me harder than that! Iâm meant to feel like youâre actually wanting to eat me out, not just trying a taster snack at Tescos!â
Marsha was sat on the chair, legs spread, a bored look on her face and Conor was kneeling in front of her, soaked in sweat and blushing from her words.
âIâm sorry I just, this is all, like, doing this with you, itâs just âŚ. differentâ
Marsha laughed loudly and patted his wet hair.
âColin, if it wasnât different you wouldnât be here, now are we doing this or are you giving up?â She looked at her wrist and tapped the face of her watch âOnly 15 minutes left and you wanted to try out something new didnât you?â
Y/N looked over at Conor, he was flat out, fast asleep again on the sofa, what the fuck?Â
Surely they couldn't be training that hard, they'd be knackered before the season started...
1 week later
âOh my God! Yes Colin, Oh Yes! Just let me ⌠I canât fucking breatheâŚ.â
Conor looked down at Marsha, she was a hot mess, lay on the floor, panting, sweating and her hand gripping onto his hips.
Conor strutted out, today had been a good day.
âI tell you, heâs knackered when he gets home, Poch is working him way too hard, itâs not fair. I know heâs young and gorgeous but where does Poch get off keeping him late almost every night and fucking working him so all heâs fit for when he gets home is a shower, food and sleep?â
Y/N was on the phone to Sarah, she knew she shouldnât complain about Conor being tired, sheâd most likely find Mase was the same, someone needed to have a word with the Coaches over at Cobham.
âY/N, Maseâs been home normal time. You know what theyâre like, trying to lure in the young girls to follow them on Instagram and everywhere, then the club will be complaining about instahoes, they canât win.â
Y/N felt better just speaking to someone about it, obviously in the past Mase had been subjected to the same regime and sheâd never heard Sarah complaining about the work load, she should keep quiet and be grateful he was still at a club he enjoyed.
Conor walked into the house and Y/N was sat on the sofa, phone in hand scrolling through pages of something and the TV was playing quietly in the background.
âBabe.â
Conor dropped onto the sofa next to her and immediately slid his hands under her sweatshirt,
âNo bra, bonus for me.â
He ran a thumb over her nipple and felt it harden under his touch, Y/N arched her back and moaned at the sensation from his thumb.
âConnnnnnnnnnâ
She turned her face and started to kiss him, her hands going straight into his hair, it felt damp, like heâd showered recently, but she couldnât think any further as heâd lifted her sweatshirt higher and had now latched his lips onto her breast.
âHave missed these so fuckin much.â
His mouth played with the soft skin, his tongue rolling over and over the erect nipple before he sucked it into his mouth again.
Y/N was so tempted to say theyâd been there for the last week but she knew not to spoil the moment, she was desperate to feel him, have him on her, in her, all over her, sheâd missed him so muchâŚ
She mewled as his hand dropped into her pants and his fingers entered her gently, softly rubbing at her, teasing her and bringing the reaction he wanted from her. Immediately her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs squeezing his hand in place.
âSomeone's needy.â
He kissed along her neck and up to her ear, his tongue dragging around the shell then he spoke slowly and lowly,
âNeed to fuck you, need to fuck you slowly and watch you come unravelled under me.â
Conor felt the whole of Y/N's body lift towards him as his fingers continued their task and his mouth assaulted her ears with filth.
âGonna let me fuck you babe? Let me make you scream my name? Want to turn you into a bad girl, make you naughty, make you let me do anything to you I want, you up for that babe? Letting me rail you into the bed?â
Y/N was losing her mind, his fingers were bringing her closer and closer to the finish line and sheâd never heard him talk so much filth, it was blowing her mind. Her hands grabbed at his hair, pulling his face to hers as she kissed him, all open mouthed and sloppy.
âDo it, anything, yeah, just, yeah, rail me Conâ
She moaned as he removed his fingers from her, lifted her from the sofa, and waited until she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, his mouth still assaulting her ears and her mouth fixed to his neck, licking and nipping, being careful not to leave any marksâŚ
Y/N lay, coated in sweat, hair stuck to her neck and forehead, panting, mouth dry, eyes squeezed shut.
âCon, please, please, just let meâŚ..â
She felt his mouth on her core again, his tongue again teasing her, lapping at her clit and then sucking it into his mouth, his fingers were dragging in and out of her, sheâd already orgasmed three times and she felt like her lower body was on fire from his constant attention.
âGive me one more babe and Iâll leave you aloneâ
Conor watched as she panted, heâd seriously never edged her or brought her to orgasm so many times together, nor in so many ways as he had tonight, all that was left..
âTurn over babe, come onâ
He eased her over, her body almost limp with how heâd been working her,
âSpread your legs babe, further, lift for me.â
He placed his dick to her core and eased himself in, hearing her moan as he entered her fully, she was bound to be sore, but he needed to do this, wanted to finish properly. Letting her get used to him there for a few seconds he then lifted her body so her back rested against his chest and he started thrusting into her, his tongue running along her neck, her shoulder, nipping and licking.
âWant you to come on my dick again babe, just this last time, come on. Youâre so good, so wet still, still full of me and all my licking, you enjoy that did ya? Liked me eating you out, bringing you off with my tongue and my fingers, such a dirty girl. Come on, come on babe.â
He was panting between words, sweat running from his head into his eyes, his hair hanging lank with sweat, his arms sliding against her sweaty body.
âCon, ConâŚâŚ Oh My GodâŚ.. Oh Jesusssssssssssssssssâ
She exploded all over him, her body shuddering with the intensity and he held her in place as she rode it out and he drove himself to his own finish line, breathing her name as he came, hugging her that impossible centimetre closer, swearing no one, no one could make him feel like she did.
Standing in the shower he washed her hair and then gently soaped her body, letting the water sooth her sore skin.
Lifting the towel from the shelf he wrapped her in it and lifted her up like a baby, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, brushing loose hair from her face.
âTake a nap babe, Iâm gonna go make some food.â
He bent down and kissed her forehead as her eyes closed. He couldnât understand how he wasnât asleep himself but somehow he had more energy, as he passed the mirror on the wall in the hallway he caught sight of himself and smirked, âthanks Marshaâ.
Y/N opened her eyesâŚâŚ. Who the fuck was Marsha and why did she deserve thanks? Her heart fell and she felt her stomach lurch but she couldnât move, he thought she was asleep and she needed to keep the pretence up.
âHi Sarah, is Mase home?â
Y/N felt sick making the call.
âYep, home and out doing something in the garden, probably practising his golf swing, it wonât be anything useful, why?â
Y/N took a deep breath
âDo you mind if I pop round, just to speak to Mase for a few minutes?â
âCourse, will Conor be with you? Do you want to stay for some food?â
Sarah heard a soft sob at the other end of the line, âY/N you okay babe?â
Y/N gulped a sob down,Â
âI just need to speak to Maseâ
Mason was sat opposite a distraught Y/N who was now being cuddled by Sarah to try and help ease the sobbing,
âSo let me get this straight, for a couple of weeks heâs been coming home late some days, knackered, blaming the media team and training?â
Y/N nodded and watched as Mason flicked a look at Sarah.
âHas he been working with anyone in particular? Doing something in particular?â
Mason was baffled.
Y/N shook her head,
âJust stuff, media, club wanted more content for on line due to all the new guysâ
She looked at Mason and felt her fear increase
âHeâs lying isnât he? Heâs not at work is he?â
She looked from Mason to Sarah and both just stared back at her. Mason paused before he spoke. Â
âLook Y/N this is Conor weâre talking about, the man doesnât even look at the Instagram girls when weâre at SGP, heâs solid.â Sarah locked eyes with him and huffed out, âAnd you do?â
Mason swallowed and waved his hand âWeâre here helping Y/N out, donât make it about us.â
Sarah opened her eyes wide and mouthed âlater misterâ. Mason nodded then wished heâd kept his mouth shut.
âWell, heâs going somewhere, whoâs Marsha?â
Y/N watched Mason for any reaction at all.
âHuh?â
He just shrugged and looked at both Sarah and Y/N.
âNot a clue, who is Marsha?â
Y/N started crying afresh.
âI dunno, but last night he thanked her after weâd had probably the most intense sex weâve ever had since weâve been together. He doesnât know I heard him, but as he walked through the hallway upstairs he said âthanks Marshaâ and went downstairsâ
Mason cursed under his breath and rubbed his stubble,
âIâm sorry Y/N, I have no idea and the last thing I want to do is start asking the lads because someone will most likely blab about it and then wellâŚ.â
He shrugged.
âSo basically heâs shagging about and came home last night to share all his tricks.â
Y/N was shaking with temper now as she cried,
âI knew eventually this would happen, I knew heâd listen to all the chat in the locker room, heâd hear how such a girl did this and how such a bloke did that, he was bound to get bored of me, bound to want more of the other stuff.â
She completely broke down and leaned into Sarah who looked at Mason over her head and mouthed âyouâre all dickheadsâ to which he mouthed âI havenât fucking done anythingâ and Sarah mouthed back âyet dickheadâ which caused Mason to stand up, grab his golf club, pat Y/N on the shoulder and storm outside. Heâd fucking kill Conor when this got sorted.
âI seriously canât thank you enough, whatever youâre charging is not enough, you need to double it.â
Conor leaned forward and placed a kiss on Marsha's cheek, smiling as she closed her eyes quickly as he did.
âYou are an absolute darling and if you ever find you need help again with, you know, anything, my door is always open, at an agreed price obviously.â
She laughed as she watched him gather up his clothes and place them in his bag, then running his fingers through his hair to make sure it was straight. She wished all her clientele were as handsome and nimble as he was, her job would be an absolute dream.
He turned and gave her that perfect teeth smile,
âThanks Marsha.â
And he walked out, leaving her a little damp between her legsâŚ..
Y/N sat on the sofa, her back was ramrod straight and her eyes were fixed on the door. Sheâd been sat like this for the past two hours and as time ticked by her temper was rising to boiling point.Â
She may not be the prettiest, the slimmest, the funniest, have the most hair extensions, biggest lips, longest lashes, but what she did have was a kind heart, a good brain and her integrity and no one, not Conor Gallagher, not even the King of England was stripping her of that. If Conor wanted to shag about then so be it, but she wasnât the type of person to sit at home and take whatever scraps he threw her way, he could just fuck right on off if he thought that was going to happen!
âHey!â
Conor closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes and walking into the lounge only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Y/N sitting like his old school headmistress.
âBabe?â
Y/N felt her insides bubble up and she fixed a hard stare on Conor's face.
âDonât you fucking babe me, where have you been?â
She watched Conor's adams apple bob in his neck.
âWork.â
His eyes never left her face, she took a shuddering deep breath, he was now lying to her face!
âLiar!â
Conor's eyes widened and he went to take a step forward but Y/N stood up and put a hand out in front silently telling him not to move.
âDonât you fucking dare take another step forward Gallagher, Iâm calling bullshit on everything youâve told me the last couple of weeks and until you start giving me the truth you can just get your skanky trainers back on, pick up your stinking bag and piss off from our house.â
She could feel herself shaking, knew heâd be able to see it, but she was so proud of herself for not crying.
âBaâŚ.. Y/N, please? What the hell is all this about?â He couldnât let this happen not after last night, not after⌠âPlease.â
She shook her head,
âFuck off Conor, Iâm not playing second fiddle to no Instahoe, Iâve booked an appointment at the STD clinic for tomorrow, I need to make sure youâve not infected me with anything, I at least still have some moralsâ
âSTDâŚ? Ba (she raised her eyebrow) Y/N, please, honestly, thereâs no need, Iâm clean, you know we get tested all the fucking time, how can youâŚ.?â
âYou get tested but does she?â
She spat the words out as she folded her arms trying to stop them from shaking.
Conor swallowed again, confused, upset, sweatingâŚ.
âShe? Who the fuck is she?â
He was getting frustrated too and his voice was rising.
âMarshaaaaaaaaaaaaaâ
Y/N elongated the name and watched his face blanche.
âMarsha? Ah, I can explain thaâŚ..â
âI bet you fucking can, I tell you what Conor, explain it to someone who wants to listen because Iâm bored of your bullshit. I thought after all this time the least you would have done was tell me you were wanting out of the relationship, but oh no, not Conor bloody goody two shoes Gallagher, oh no, he decides heâll just fuck about and act as though nothing is happening. Twat! I hate you.â
She felt the first tear spill from her eye and as she went to wipe it away another appeared, then another, and she huffed out an angry breath.
âJust piss off Conor, Iâve contacted an agency and Iâm viewing some places tomorrow, once Iâm out you can move back in, until then can you please go bury yourself under a rock somewhere so I donât have to see your sickening face any more.â
Conor watched as she walked upstairs stopping halfway to say,Â
âLeave your keys on the table, Iâll let Mason know when Iâm out so you can come in and collect some stuff until I leaveâ
Conor was numb, heâd never seen her so angry, so direct, so distraught and he was the one who had caused it. His heart brokeâŚ. It was meant to be fun, confidence building, then he was meant to make her feel betterâŚ. but he hadnât, heâd destroyed everything.
âAre you shitting me mate?â
Mason was sat across from Conor nursing an orange juice which he wished was a large vodka.
âIf I help you out Sarah will not only castrate me sheâll probably throw me out too. She almost destroyed my golf clubs when I mentioned Instagram girls the other day, I swear, I feared for them and me, so no mate, I canât help you. Why not ask Chilly, he loves a bit of danger, he lives with Annie for fucks sake!â
âYeah course mate, when dâya want me to sort it, Y/N always liked me, sheâll be happy to have me help her out.â
He wiggled his eyebrows as he finished and Conor felt his stomach flip, Ben was so not the person to help out. A woman in distress to Ben is like an open invite to a garden party he just has to RSVP to and âhelloâ said woman is riding his dickâŚ..Â
âLook itâs okay Ben, Iâll get someone else to help out, Iâm trying to save my fucking relationship here, not offer my girlfriend up on a plate for you to dick her and dump herâ
Conor could feel his temper rising, he just needed a small favour was it really too fucking much to ask?
âEasy boy! I can help without any messing, Iâm smooth when I want to beâ
Ben smiled and Conors heart dropped, he really had no other optionâŚ. God Help Him!
âIâm really sorry for calling you darling but Conor was adamant I bring this specific shirt and for the life of me I canât find it, or his bloody special long hair shampoo, what the fuck kinda bloke has special hair shampoo⌠Iâm losing my fucking mind here in your bathroom, Iâve never seen so many products.â
Y/N listened to the frustration in Ben's voice, heâd told her Mason had taken Conor golfing and so Ben was sent with a list of items to collect so there was no chance of Conor and Y/N running into each other.
Y/N was out for lunch with friends who were all being sympathetic and understanding which is just what she needed just now, so Ben's call was just about as inconvenient as it could get.
âLook Ben, just leave the list, Iâll get it all together and you can collect it all tomorrow, okay?â
Ben heard the reply and his heart sank, Conor hadnât told him what to do if she suggested this, only what to say to get her to the house.
âErrrr, what about, I come and pick you up, bring you here, get the stuff together then I drop you back⌠30 minutes max and lucky me Iâll get to see that fit blonde friend of yours, yeah, that works for me, is she still single by the way?â
Y/N sighed down the phone,
âShe is single, you arenât, you have Annie in your house Ben, remember?â
Ben half laughed.
âYou say potatoes, I say patatas.â
âBenjamin! This! This is why Conor is a lost cause! Just hurry up and get here, do not get out of the car, do not look at any of my friends, do not make contact with any of them via Instagram, do you understand me?â
Ben nodded then realised she couldnât see him down the phone so he answered herÂ
âUnderstood, and on my way.â
âJust sit there and Iâll go get the bag from upstairs now we have everything and Iâll take you back to your friends, who I have to say, all looked lovely today,â
Ben smiled at Y/N's frown and made his way upstairs, sending the text on his phone and removing the headphones as instructed from his pocket, switching on the music he stepped into the guest room and closed the door.
Y/N sat on a dining chair, the silence was killing her. She looked at her watch, she really needed to get back to her friends.
All of a sudden Blurred Lines started playing through the music system and she made to stand up but two hands rested on her shoulders and eased her back down.
His mouth was as close to her ear as it could get without actually touching, the song words dripping from his lips and despite her best judgement she felt her thighs clench and her pants become damp, her eyes closing at the sensation of his breath on her.Â
His hands were slowly massaging her shoulders and easing their way down to her breasts finally resting just above her low cut top, her skin tingling under is touch and her breathing becoming more rapid.
If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say
If you can't read, from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind
OK, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animalÂ
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your mate
And that's why I'm gon' take you
She saw his leg swing around from the back, straight in front of her and between her own legs, and in one movement he was stood there, all white button down shirt and the tightest denims sheâd ever seen him in, her eyes travelled up and down him twice before she reached his face, his eyes were dark and they were fixed on her face.
He gyrated his hips towards her, his hands back on her shoulder but stroking up and down her chest, teasing her with the promise he was going to touch her breast, but he didnât.
She watched as he bent his legs at the knees, bringing his crotch so close to her body she was sure it touched her, but he moved it back and repeated the move, ghosting her body with his groin, silently asking her to meet him half way with her own, she ran a tongue along her lips, suddenly realising how dry they were, or was she salivating looking at him moving like liquid sex in front of her. He continued singing the song, his mouth close to hers as he said the words. Telling her he knew her, knew what he was doing, knew this would be driving her crazy with want...
Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
He spread her legs with his hands, running them up to her thighs and back down again, his eyes boring into hers as he did. She gasped as he ducked his head, making a wave motion with his body as he face dived into her groin then back out, his hands resting on the side of the chair as he repeated the action, his legs spread out at the back of him, resting on his toes and his thighs straining against the denims.
Y/N bit her lip, she was sure any minute now she was going to come and heâd smell it, she was shameless.
I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
He dropped to the floor and writhed with his back on the floor and his hips rising and falling as he sang the words, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs and his eyes closing slowly as he breathed the words out.
Fuck she wanted him, she wanted to slip from the chair and just take his dick into her mouth she was so turned on, but as she thought about it he knelt up quickly in one move and placed his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart an d slowly rising up on his legs until he had moved his body in one wave up towards her face and his groin sat just below her chin. Y/N wanted to poke her tongue out and just lick, just a small taste, just something to ease the frustration she was feeling now.
His hands came up to his shirt and he slowly ran his fingers in and out of the buttons, his eyes never leaving her face, his mouth still breathing the song out.
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest b**** in this place!
I feel so lucky
You wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me?
Hey!
He lifted her hands to his shirt and ran them down, watching as she closed her eyes and her tongue again licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her, devour her, lay her down and just fuck herâŚ.. but not yet.
He dragged her hands slowly, so slowly down the cotton shirt, letting her feel his toned body underneath, letting her imagine the sweat she could feel on the fabric.
As she sighed at the feel of his body he upped the anti -
Standing bolt upright he thrust his hips forward with his hands over hers he eased them from his shirt onto his denim clad hips, down the side of his hips, along his thighs, then briefly, ghosted them over his groin so she could get a very short very slight feel of his erection being held captive within the tight denim.
OK, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your mate
And that's why I'm gon' take you
Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
As she watched her hands being led along his lower body like an artist with a paintbrush, he whipped around and her hands were suddenly caressing his firm buttocks, oh god, she wanted to sink her teeth onto them, wanted to leave a mark and then lick over it, stroking it whilst he thrust into her.
He bent forward, keeping his legs straight and then straightened himself up, moving his hands up his legs and letting them rest on his waist, spinning back around and letting her see where his fingers sat, how they were teasing the button through on his denims, how they eased the further buttons open, parting the end of the white shirt so she could clearly see within his pants, revealing no underwear, just a light covering of hair that she knew led to the holy grail...
You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers slowly popping one button at a time, then they stopped and they came to her face, slowly easing her mouth closed she wasnât aware was gaping, and he lowered his head and ghosted the softest of kisses against her lips and she meltedâŚ.
And she cameâŚ..
A long low moan leaving her mouth and a shudder running through her body as she felt the fluid run from her centreâŚ
And he hadnât finished yet!
His hands travelled to his shirt and he started at the top, opening first one button, then two, then as if he lost patience he just pulled and the buttons popped off or ripped open, Y/N gasped as his body was at last there in all its toned glory for her to see, she wanted to run her fingers over his ribs, down to his V line and follow the trail, she wanted him so badly.
Two hands dragged his shirt from his denims, letting it hang from his shoulders to the side of his sweat coated body.
A taste was all she wanted, she wanted to lick along the line of sweat she was following from his breast to his hip, she leaned forward, tongue starting to peep from between her lips, but her movement caused him to step back, wagging a finger at her as he continued with the song, which she now hated, how many fucking verses did this thing have!?
But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
Shake your rump
Get down
Get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What, you don't like work?
Hey!
Baby, can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
Bending down he picked something up and she heard a low pop, allowing her eyes to deviate from his body she looked at his hands and her mouth made an O as he rubbed his hands together and then started to smear baby oil over his torso, leaning his head back as if standing under a shower, biting at his lip as his own fingers ran across his nipples and down towards his waist then back up easing his shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the floor, her eyes followed it and wished she were it and he could fall on top of her.
His eyes flashed open as Y/N whined at his actions, her hands splayed out on her thighs which were rubbing together trying to give the friction she was desperate for after having come once already. He stopped and lifted her hands, placing them on his skin, letting her rub along his body, the oil oozing through her fingers. Turning slowly he let her rub the little oil from her hands onto his back, then turning back again he bent his body, placing his hands either side of her onto the chair and lowering his face towards her groin, smelling her personal scent at the same time as she continued to massage along his shoulders.
No more pretending
Cause now your winning
Here's our beginning
I always wanted a
Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Stepping back he shifted his stance, legs closer together, hands atop the waistband of the denims, the last few buttons were flicked through quickly and Y/N bit her lip, she may combust by the time these denims were removed, she knew what lay within and God she wanted it so badly.
You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Slowly, so slowly, he eased the denim down, the oil on his hands leaving a trail along his thighs, his knees, his calves, she followed every centimetre of the journey, watching his fingers pry the fabric along his limbs, watch the material bunch and fold as it exposed his body, his legs that ran miles every day, that allowed her to ride him, took her weight when she got tired on top, allowed her to sit on him to enjoy a cuddle. Those legs were priceless and they felt so good under her body, behind her or either side of her when they shagged.
Then he was stepping out of his jeans, lifting them and dropping them to the side, standing up, naked, hard bodied, hard erection, and hers.
His eyes met hers and he licked his lips, running a hand along his shaft and emitting a low moan letting his eyes close lazily.
But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
The words had stopped coming from his mouth and the last verse was sung from the speakers and she stood up and covered his hand with hers, the oil making the journey up and down his erection easy and he sighed as she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand went into her hair, then down to her dress, lifting it over her head and making short work of removing all underwear.
Dropping to the floor he eased himself between her legs, teasing her with the tip of his dick and licking along her lips.
âDonât teaseâ
She tried to thrust herself up to slide him inside her, but he shifted his hips back and licked along her jaw,
âYou love the tease, that���s what's got you wet, thatâs what you wanted, isn't it?â
He kissed up to her ear and breathed across it.
âI heard your conversation, youâre not the only one who can overhear things. Marsha taught me how to strip, how to tease, how to please you without touching. Sheâs 60 if sheâs a day but sheâs good at her job.â
He was speaking so quietly against her ear, she was struggling to hear him over her own panting and his breathy words.
âIâm sorryâ
She almost got a sentence out but his finger rested against her lips,
âStop, let me love you.â
He lowered himself onto her and into her, his hands taking her and holding them above her head as he slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her building to her peak as he nibbled along her neck, down to her breasts and all the while telling her he loved her, only her, only ever her and then she fell, a long deep moan slipping from her as she tightened around him bring him along with her, how could she ever doubt him?
They lay side by side, clothes strewn around them and rig full of oil from Conor's body, oblivious to time or changing temperature, but then
âCan I come down yet? Iâm bloody starving and I need to get homeâ
Conor looked over at Y/N and they both laughed, grabbing something to cover certain body parts they watched as Ben held his hand against his eyes at an angle so he couldnât see them and left the house.
Y/N ran a finger down Conor's torso,
âYou know, you could always strip for a job if your football doesnât work out but they do 2 shows a day at weekend you know, and today is Sunday so come on, get dressed, time for the main eventâ
Conor laughed and picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs
âIâll give you a main event missy and I donât need to be stripping to do it...â
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3s A Charm
First time posting here so please be gentle with me. I wrote this little fic for a friend who is mad about Ben Chilwell and basically just wanted smut.
This is all twisted fantasy from my twisted mind, I honestly have no inclination to how, what Mr Chilwell is like in bed!
This fic is about consensual sex between 2 adults M&F. Its pretty tame in comparison to some so don't get too excited.
If you're not 18 I suggest you leave this page.
Warnings - language, sex, slight tormenting.
Word Count 3156.
âBennnnnnnnnâ
Her nails dragged across his back as she moaned out his name.
He half smiled to himself at her actions, same response, different chick.
âJust hang on a little longer for me babe, just let me get there with youâ
Benâs hips drove into her at a harsh rate, his breathing heavy and his leg muscles feeling the workout he was giving them.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, theyâd been tumbling and pawing at each other for hours, starting with a slight rub on the thigh whilst out for dinner with friends, then dancing or humping against each other in the nightclub for a couple of hours, only to end up all handsy and necking each other in the Uber travelling back to Ben's like 2 teenagers.
When they finally reached his house and the door closed behind them Ben had pushed her up against the nearest wall, (always a fan favourite heâd thought smugly to himself). His hands had pushed up into her long dark hair and heâd feasted on her mouth, his tongue driving in between her lips and taking no prisoners once he did. Sheâd let him, sheâd welcomed the intrusion, the way he dominated her, the way his hands gripped her hips, dragged her thighs up around his waist and banged her back against the wall with such force sheâd shrieked out in shock.
âIâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you tonight, Iâm gonna make sure when you leave tomorrow youâll be sore for daysâ
His mouth nestled against her ear as he spoke slow and deep, each word clear as a bell, and the reaction it gave her was a full body shudder and a clenching of her core like heâd already entered her.
She dropped her head back and it hit the wall,
âI look forward to it Chillyâ
So here they were, in his bedroom, naked, sweaty and into round 3 of his promise. She honestly thought he was all talk, but she now knew he was definitely a man of his word!
Round 1.
The first orgasm had arrived approximately 10 minutes after setting the challenge when heâd stripped her in the lounge, dropped her onto the sofa and eaten her out whilst her legs sat on either of his shoulders. He was talented on the pitch, but it literally bore no measure to the skill he had with his tongue. He was relentless, licking, biting, sucking and eventually adding his fingers to the equation and having her screaming his name out whilst he held her down on the sofa underneath his mouth.
As she tried to catch her breath sheâd brushed the sweat soaked hair from his forehead back and looked him in the eye as he smiled at her, his mouth, chin and nose glistening from the rewards of his ministrations.
âWow, Benjamin, you should licence that tongue of yours, its should be listed as a lethal weaponâ she breathed out.
He laughed and lifted her from the sofa, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist,
âBabe, you havenât had my cock yet, now thatâs a lethal weaponâ
Round 2.
Heâd lay her on his bed and crawled his way between her legs, his hands drawing slowly up her legs skirting around her sensitive area and travelling on up over her stomach towards her breast where he started rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then removing one hand he lowered his head and let his oh so talented mouth take over, his tongue lapping at the hard little nub, then his teeth raked across it then nipped it,making her gasp in pain and pleasure as he removed his mouth, replaced it with his thumb and forefinger and then repeated on the opposite breast. He could hear her moaning lowly, her breathing had sped up slightly and her thighs were now rubbing together.
âYou like that babe?â
He spoke in between licking at the nipple he had been torturing with his tongue and teeth. She was biting her bottom lip, and she just nodded her head in response.
He smiled, he did like a silent partnerâŚ..
He crawled up higher and his mouth started working on her neck, just at the point where it met her shoulder, the fleshy edge where there was plenty of pliable skin for him to nip and suck and generally mark at will.
âBen, pleaseâ
Her voice was a low moan, breathy and sultry.
âBabe?â
He never stopped,his mouth attached to her neck, now just below her ear, his tongue gently licking around the shell.
âPlease, Justtttttâ
He nipped at the front of her neck, licking afterwards to ease the slight pain.
âBabe?â
He was letting her hang there, her thighs could start a fire they were rubbing together so much, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, his back, into his hair, she was becoming undone and all he was doing was teasing her.
The feeling of power it gave him made his cock twitch and his adrenalin kick up another level.
âSpeak to me babeâ
He felt her shuddering breath as she tried to pull herself together enough to speak more than 2 words, but she was struggling because heâd moved back to her breasts and he was suckling on one, sucking it so deep into his mouth his nose was against her chest and could run his tongue all the way around it whilst it nestled within the cavity.
âPleeeeease, Bennnnnnn, neeeeeeeeeeed âŚâŚâŚâŚ neeeeeeeeeeed to comeâ
She was gripping his hair tightly, allowing him the freedom to assault her body and bring her closer, slowly, so slowly to her climax, but she needed it now, the fire was building far too slowly for her.
His mouth came off her breast with a loud âpopâ and she shivered underneath him,
âFuck!â
Ben smiled, this was too easy at timesâŚ.
His hand skimmed her stomach then danced across her slick closely manicured core, feeling it twitch slightly as he teased it without actually entering the gateway.
âWant me to touch you there babe?â
He kissed and sucked on her stomach as he left the question hanging in the air. He felt her stomach muscles contract as he did and then felt the deep breath she took
âPlease, oh god, yesâ
She was gripping at the sheets on the bed, her legs had fallen wide apart from her knees and she was panting, the sweat now visible on her face, her make-up an abstract impression of what it had started out as.
âYour wish my command, blah, blah, blahâ
Ben opened her legs the impossible inch more and drove 2 fingers deep within her without prior warning, her back arched and she cried out loudly, one arm rising and flopping across her eyes
âOh God! Oh God!â
Ben watched as his fingers were sucked into her, the slick she was providing making movement back and forth so easy, she was so tight, so wet, so willingâŚ..
He added a third finger, twisting them and then digging them in, searching for the softness he knew was the holy grail, Her legs shook, her back arched again and her hands were grabbing at anything they could reach
âThere! There! JesusâŚ. Yes!â
And there it was, just at the end of his fingertip, he nudged it, stroked it, and generally pushed her over the edge of the cliff. He was rewarded with her core tightening around him so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in his fingers. The bed was soaked with her fluids and her body was limp from the experience.
He withdrew the digits and moved himself between her legs, feeling her jitter a little as his hips hit her sensitive middle as he moved. He lifted his fingers to her mouth and watched as she opened it slowly, her eyes heavy with post orgasm exhaustion.
âClean me up babe, Iâm gonna need them soonâ
He lay watching her as she lapped at his fingers, drawing them into her mouth to let her tongue roll around them then push them out again.
She looked fucked-out, and Ben loved it.
Round 3.
âI canât Ben, Iâm done, I need to sleepâ
He pulled her up from the bed sheets and hugged her to his chest,
âYou can sleep later, I promiseâ
He wrapped his arms around her and brought his head down to kiss her, a long lingering, kiss that held the promise of so much more to come. His tongue pushed against her lips and she sighed as she let him in, hearing a low huff of a laugh as she did,
âDonât be a fucker Ben, Youâve worn me out, weâre not all professional athletes you knowâ
He moved his head back and locked eyes with her,
âPoor baby, doesnât want to be fucked by the professional athlete, says she can âgo all nightâ but actually sheâs all talkâ
He nudged her with his nose and let her flop back onto the bed as he looked down at her hoping his goading was enough to at least get another round out of her.
He watched as she huffed out a breath and sat up, her plumped up lips set in the straightest line she could manage whilst her eyes were angry slits
âFuck off Ben! I can go all night with a normal human being, not one whoâs intent on breaking me. How would you like it if I teased you and had you orgasming every 20 minutes? Youâd want to rest tooâ
Sheâd now folded her arms across her enhanced chest and flicked her hair extensions over her shoulder where they lay limp due to sweat.
Ben smirked at her and then lifted his arms, fisting his hands and pretending to rub his eyes with them
âBoo Hoo, Poor me, some nasty man is trying to have sex with me by having lots of foreplay and teasing before we fuck and I canât take itâ
He spoke in a mocking tone and his stare backed it up.
She pushed at his chest
âHow would you like it eh? Big Ben Chilwell?â
He sat up face to face with her and nodded at her whilst beckoning her with his hands
âBring it on Princessâ
He watched as her face showed the thoughts flashing in her mind then she moved round and her face set,
âLie back Chilwellâ
Ben smirked and lay down on his back, placing his arms behind his head and watched as she manoeuvred herself between his legs. She looked at him from under her ultra long lashes as she pulled her hair back, removing the hair bobble from around her wrist and tied it back.
Ben let out a small laugh âLet the fuckin games beginâ
He watched as she lowered her head, her pink tongue peaking out from her lips and then he felt it run under his penis, he held his breath, he needed to hold it together.
Her hands gripped the base of his dick and she ran her long nails up one side and down the other, she felt him breathe in
âThat okay for you Chilly?â
He looked at her and smiled,
âFine Princess, you just carry onâ
He focused his mind on his shopping list, he must remember to order sommmmmmmmmme dishwasher tablettttttttttttttttttts
She smoothed her lips down his dick and then dragged her tongue back up whilst keeping her mouth over it, gathering spit within her mouth she let it drip onto him then replaced her mouth with her hand, the movement of it up and down his now hard member was so much easier now it was wet. She was determined to get a response from him, so far all sheâd seen was indifference.
She took him in her mouth, sucking, licking and letting her saliva coat him, then she sucked harder, letting him drop further back into her throat, her slight gag reflex hitting and there it was, his legs tense under her hands and as she looked up from under her lashes she saw him bite his lip. She repeated it again, only this time she let his dick sit against her throat and as she pulled him out she hummed along it,
âFuuuuckâ
His hand went to the back of her head and gripped her ponytail.
âDo that againâ
He thrust up and she smirked as she lowered her head again, repeating the actions, feeling him twitch, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue, she felt him get harder, and his grip got tighter in her hair. He was huffing out breaths and swearing, promising her the world if she let him come in her throat, his legs were shaking, a slight sheen of sweat had appeared on them.
âThatâs it, oh yeah, justâŚ.. take it babeâŚ. just once moreâŚ. juâŚâŚâŚ.. what the fucâŚâŚâŚ..â
âPopâ
She let him drop from her lips and she sat back, her hands now stroking his thighs, her eyes looking at his face that now carried a frown.
âBabe?â
âChilly?â
âBabe, you canât, I mean, I let you come, I got you off twiceâ
He held up 2 fingers as he spoke. 2 shaky fingers she noted.
âYou did babe (She emphasised the word) but then you teased me lots, and you were mean afterwardsâ
She stuck out her bottom lip and made a baby face
âIt sucks to be you at the moment doesnât it Chilly?â
As she spoke she crawled up from between his legs to his chest, playing with his nipples, running her too long, too sharp nails across them, making him sink a little deeper into the mattress.
âDâyou not like that Chilly? Not like having your sensitive nipples played with or teased?, Poor baby, poor professional athlete. Says he likes to âexperiment and experience different thingsâ but actually, he doesnât want to do anything that might âhurtâ him. Poor babyâ
She smirked at him as she spoke, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she eased herself back a little then grabbed his dick and slid herself down onto it. Her reaction was a long deep sigh and his was a guttural moan that reverberated through his chest and she felt it on her hands resting there.
âFuuuuuck, babeâ
His hands came to her hips as she started riding him, her legs tight against him and her hands still resting on his chest.
Feeling her legs stating to shake she lifted herself, much to his dismay and turned herself around, facing his knees and sinking back onto him.
âJesus babe, youâre killing meâ
She laughed in between panting breaths
âThatâs the aim Chillyâ
He bent his knees and she gripped onto them, banging herself down onto him, feeling her own orgasm pitching as she did, the angle just perfect for her clit.
He felt her shudder, felt her start to clench around him, he was almost there, just a short minute behind her, she was good, she was so good and then
âOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssssssssssssssâ
She came thick and fast all over his dick, squeezing and leaking all over him. Her legs held him tight, her hands clawing at his legs and as quick as she came, she scrambled off him. Turning quickly and locking eyes with him.
âThat was sooo goodâ
He sat up and shook his head, his rock hard dick sat against his stomach, pre-cum oozing from it as he looked at her
âNot for everyone involved it wasnât. You canât leave me like this?â
He looked down at himself as did she and then they looked at each other.
He was quick, he grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed, quickly placing himself between her legs and using his own thighs to keep them open.
âItâs not over yet Princess, lie back and enjoy the rideâ
He pushed his engorged member into her and watched as she grimaced a little, he knew sheâd be over stimulated, but so was he!
He gave her a few seconds before he moved, easing himself back out, then back in.
âYou okay there babe?â
She nodded her head and brought her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back.
âLetâs see what youâve got Chillyâ
âSânot fair really Princess, youâve edged me for the past while, I dunno how long I can lastâ
He knew he wasnât going to last long and that gave him anxiety, he loved to have control, to decide when, how and how long it took.
âExcuses excuses Chilly. All part of your professional athlete lifestyle eh?â
She watched as his face changed, sheâd hit a nerve.
He grabbed her legs and pushed her knees back almost folding her in half, giving him maximum access so he could go deep.
She gasped as he drove into her, expletives slipping from his mouth as he did, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair onto her chest.
Suddenly he stopped.
Withdrew
Flipped her over and slipped back into her, her slick folds enveloping him like a welcome visitor.
He placed his arms under her stomach and lifted her hips up, giving him a better angle, he knew he was hitting all the right spots as she was gulping for air, gripping at his arms and her head kept dropping forwards.
His thrusts were strong, stronger than she thought heâd manage after the previous play. She could feel him hitting her g spot, pounding into her like he was drilling for oil.
âChillyâŚ.. PleaseâŚ. Iâm gonnaâŚâŚ..â
He heard her and he knew heâd won. He used one arm to lift her upper body so her back was against his chest, he felt her arm slip around the back of his neck, he slipped his hand lower and started to rub against her clit, circles, long strokes, then circles until he felt her fluttering, her legs shaking, her body starting to move and twistâŚ.
And she cameâŚ.
And he cameâŚ.. groaning loudly at the final release, feeling the tension leave his body as he emptied himself into her. He mentally hi-fived himself for checking she was clean and on birth control because the way this had played out stopping to put a condom on would not have worked out.
âNow can I sleep?â
They had finished the clean-up and were both lay in bed looking at the ceiling. Ben turned to her and smirked.
âIf you must, but I have training early tomorrow, so will be waking you up early tooâ
She looked at him with wide eyes
âI can get myself up and dressed and call a cab, why do I need to get up so early?â
Ben laughed and stroked down her face with his knuckle
âNo professional athlete does exercise without a pre- warm up babeâ
As she turned over and he snuggled against her back he heard her say
âYouâre an animal Chillyâ
That made him smile.
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ONE NIGHT ONLY (part two)
in which one night turns into many nights and harry cannot get enough of y/n
11.8k words (wtf was i on)
warnings: smut! idk what else
a/n: i know everyone has been waiting for this one and itâs finally here!! sorry that the smut is shitty, itâs past my bedtime so i was in a rush, but please enjoy!!!
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Harry is sure that heâs seen (Y/N) more this past week than he has all semester.Â
Itâs like he canât stay away from her. Sheâs everywhere. Or maybe heâs just never really noticed her as much as he is now. Because outside of class, he never saw her that much. Maybe in the dining hall a few times or on his way to their only shared class, but thatâs it. And he wants to be annoyed at these new sprung feelings, but heâs not. Heâs far from it. And that in itself is frustrating.Â
Like right now, (Y/N) is about five steps ahead of him as they leave class. Sheâs wearing one of her cozy knitted sweaters and leggings and he should be walking in an entirely different direction but he canât. Heâs following behind her like some sort of creep just so he can see her longer than their usual allotted fifty minutes. He didnât even get to talk to her today, much less ask her for a pencil that he didnât even need.Â
He had another class to get to, so he didnât see exactly where (Y/N) walked off to, but that was okay. His mind doesnât need to be completely flooded with thoughts of her and what sheâs doing and wondering if sheâs thinking about him. He bets that she does from time to time. Just because she seemed to be so elated and relieved after they had sex for the first time. And now that heâll be forever known as her first, sheâs almost guaranteed to think about him. That thought alone caused him another bout of tingling in his abdomen, but he tried to ignore it. It isnât as deep as heâs making it out to be, he just did her a favor.Â
His other class finished and while it was very uneventful, he just sketched away in his notebook. He generally will look over the section theyâre going to be going over in class the night before, so he doesnât have to pay much attention. It just gives him time to sketch instead of listening to a professor explain something he wonât understand anyway. He prefers to learn things himself first and then maybe slightly listen when they get into the specifics of whatever it is in their lectures.Â
When he finally did make it back to his room, he finished up some homework from the night before and then sank into his bed to stare at the ceiling. It was hard not to think about her when his mind sat idle and while he did try to occupy himself with other things not concerning her, it never lasted for long and he went right back to imagining dozens of scenarios, each starring (Y/N).Â
The next time he saw her was at the pub right across the street from campus. Usually when big sports games come on, everyone flocks to the bars to watch them on the large screens. He doesnât care much for sports, he only goes along with his frat brothers to hang out. Itâs never too much fun, but he tries to keep his spirits high anyway.
He didnât expect it in the least to see (Y/N) sat at a table in the corner, chatting away with her friend. Heâd never seen her at this pub in particular and heâs not sure why sheâd even come. It doesnât seem like her scene.Â
Harry tried. He really did. He sat at the table with his friends and kept his back to her to discourage himself from looking at her. But that only made him glance over his shoulder every ten seconds to make sure she was still there and hadnât run off anywhere. Not that itâs his responsibility to look after her, heâs sure she can do that on her own. Itâs just that he canât help staring at her. (Y/N) probably has no idea heâs here. Yet.Â
â(Y/N). Oh my god. Isnât that Harry?âÂ
She sighed, hoping that it wasnât true. Her back was facing the entrance to the pub just in case something like this happened. It was exactly what she was trying to avoid. After a quick glance over her shoulder, she confirmed that it was him with a nod of her head.Â
He was dressed as casually as he always is in all black. Sheâs not sure how he can make the simplest outfit so mesmerizing. Itâs like he doesnât have to try. From here, she can see that heâs sitting with a few of his friends at a table with his back to her. She only allowed herself a few seconds to look at him before facing Maya again.Â
(Y/N) spilled everything the day after the party to Maya. She couldnât keep it in. Plus, Maya noticed something different about her and when she asked, she couldnât keep it under wraps. She told Maya all the details. Down to the most specific bits and Maya was so proud of her and trying to convince her that Harry has a crush on her or something. He doesnât. Maya just loves to romanticize anything she can. But thatâs not at all what happened.
And since then, Maya has made it her mission to try to pry more details out of (Y/N) about Harry. She doesnât know much to begin with and even though they did have breakfast the next morning which Maya said was definitely not normal for one night stands, he didnât offer her much about himself, instead asking her questions about everything under the sun.Â
âThatâs him.â She hasnât had much contact with him since. Itâs only been a week and not that she thought that they would start talking more. Itâs just that there hasnât been many opportunities for them to interact in class. Finals are on their way and all the professors are buckling down for that.Â
âSo? Are you going to talk to him?â Maya is practically bouncing in her seat, too excited about (Y/N) possibly having a crush. For the record, she doesnât have a crush on Harry. Heâs cute but thatâs as far as sheâs willing to go. Any further and it would just be delusional. Heâs not into her like that and she is so far from his type itâs not even funny.Â
âYeah, right. Why donât I just get up and go over there now?â She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her water. They came to the pub to eat greasy food and watch the game. Well, they werenât there for the game, but more so the environment around the game. (Y/N) is positive sheâs looked at one of the tv screens in here once for a total of three seconds before going back to chatting with Maya.Â
âCome on. Go say hi.â Maya nudged her foot under the table and she shook her head. No way in hell is that happening. It would be so awkward to approach him with his friends who probably have zero clue who she is. Now is just not the time.Â
âIâll see him in class on Monday. Itâs okay.â (Y/N) decided that the next time she checked over her shoulder for him would be the last. She canât be this caught up in him when they barely know each other. Even if she does find him a bit dreamy. But itâs unrealistic and sheâs not going to try to convince herself otherwise.Â
When she finally did look over, she wished she hadnât. A girl that she has seen around on campus a few times, has her arm draped over his shoulder and is leaning into him like it's something they do all the time. (Y/N) watched as her hand traveled up from his shoulder and into the hair at the nape of his neck. And that was plenty for her to see for the night. She took another gulp of her water after swearing to herself sheâd never turn around again.Â
She doesnât know why the sight of that alone is enough to make her feel ill but it just is. She wishes it didnât because itâs not like anything they did had any meaning behind it. It did for YN, only because losing her virginity is kind of a big deal, but for Harry, it was probably just another night. Sheâs been trying not to think too much about it because itâs not as serious as sheâs making it seem.Â
âOh, thatâs Allison. We have that one class with her on Thursday. Are they still dating?âÂ
âDating?âÂ
Sure, (Y/N) had seen Harry around with a couple girls a few times, but it had never been anything that seemed long term. She knew of Aliison, but had no idea she had ties to Harry. And if theyâre dating, it must be very new because he was just with (Y/N) a week ago. Something is not adding up.Â
âYeah. Theyâve been on and off for a while.â Maya shrugged it off, not aware that (Y/N) was starting to panic on the inside. She doesnât want to be in the middle of anything. And if Harry put her there, sheâll have to have a few words with him.Â
Maya changed the subject then, which she was thankful for, but that didnât mean she was paying attention while her mind was spiraling. She didnât take Harry as the type to sleep with someone else while he had a girlfriend, but maybe she really does know nothing about him. Maybe he would do something like that.
Eventually, she tuned back into the conversation and was able to let herself relax about the situation for a moment. The food was exactly what she needed after a long day. It really hit the spot and she canât wait to go home and cozy up under her blankets. Maya was almost ready to go when a group of her friends showed up and stole her attention for a moment. She politely interrupted them and said she was running to the restroom. Really, she just needed a break from the noisy bar and the view behind her. She hadnât looked in fifteen minutes but she can guarantee itâs worse now than what it was. And she really doesnât want to know whatâs happened since.Â
Locking the bathroom stall behind her, she took a deep breath. It was starting to get warm in the pub and sheâs considering leaving, even if Maya isnât ready to go. Their apartment is just down the way, so there wonât be any issues making the short walk by herself if she has to.Â
She left the bathroom after washing her hands and when she pulled the door open, she gasped. Harry was right there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She really didnât expect him to interact with her at all and now that heâs here, after a week, she still has no idea what to say to him.Â
âHi.â She blurted out, stepping out of the bathroom and letting the door swing shut behind her.Â
âSince when do you come out after eight pm?â She wanted to roll her eyes because heâs clearly teasing her like he enjoys doing so much.Â
âIâm leaving anyway.â Being in his presence now is making her skin feel hot. Maybe because he saw her in one of her most vulnerable states or maybe she has more feelings about him than she thought she did. Itâs easy to say she doesnât have a crush on him when heâs not standing right in front of her. But now that heâs here, thereâs a weakness starting in her knees and she really has to leave. Sheâll text Maya on her way out.Â
Not caring to have to walk through the crowds of tables to the front door, she spun around, making her way to the back exit off the hallway leading to the bathroom. It was the perfect getaway and she knows that even though Maya initially wanted to leave, she probably wants to stick around a little longer. And (Y/N) is just not interested in that right now.Â
She pushed the door open, seeing exactly what she expected. An alleyway that leads back to the main street. Thankfully there was a light above her head, even though it wasnât providing much help to the rest of the alley. But it was enough to get her walking.Â
She didnât get too far because her arm was grabbed and she was dragged right back into his chest. She couldâve sworn she left him in the hallway because she didnât hear him behind her.Â
âWhere are you going?â His arms are enveloping her completely and it was almost chilly outside before he grabbed her but now she canât even think about being cold.Â
âHome. I have to be up early.â A complete lie but he doesnât have to know that. He took two steps forward, taking her with him until her back was pressed to the brick wall behind her.Â
âYouâve been avoiding me.â He said it like it was fact. Which it may have been but it wasnât something she was consciously doing. She just thought that everything should go back to normal, business as usual. They barely talked before they slept together, why does that have to change anything?
âNo Iâm not. Weâre not friends.â Heâs pressed against her, so much so that if she thinks about it too hard, she can feel him through his pants. But sheâs not letting her brain take her there. Because she canât.Â
âSo, you get to fuck me and then tell me weâre not friends? Thatâs very cruel, (Y/N). I didnât know you could be so cold.â She huffed, leaning her head back against the wall, not wanting to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time. His gaze is smoldering and sheâd already felt her stomach stirring as soon as she saw him outside of the bathroom.Â
âI already thanked you for that. It doesnât mean that we have to be best friends, does it?âÂ
âGuess not. Just thought youâd be a little nicer after begging for my cock like that. Thatâs all.â She shoved his chest.Â
âThat is not at all what happened.â She scolded him, wanting to get out from under him. His hands are now on either side of her head and heâs inches from her face.Â
âThen what did happen, (Y/N)? Refresh my memory.âÂ
âThere was nothing memorable about it. I wanted to get it over with and I did.â She watched as he scrunched his eyebrows and pulled back from her the slightest bit.Â
âReally? Nothing memorable? After the way you were screaming for me? If thatâs true then I guess your panties will be dry right now, wonât they?â Fuck. She nodded anyway, trying to be discreet about squeezing her thighs together more than they already are. âLet me feel.âÂ
âThere is no need for thatââ
âThen stop lying. Let me feel anyway. Missed it.âÂ
(Y/N) wouldâve never guessed that she would ever be in this situation in an alley, but she always surprises herself and Harry does too. The fact that he wants to touch her now is only adding to the fluttery feeling in her stomach.Â
âWhat about Allison?âÂ
Something else that made his face twist up. His hand left the wall and sat on her waist. Â
âWhat about her?âÂ
âArenât you together?â He chuckled, shaking his head.Â
âNot even close. She wants to be but Iâm not interested and never have been.âÂ
âThen why was she all over you in there?âÂ
âYou see everything, donât you? Even when you pretend you donât,â (Y/N) doesnât know why she even brought that part up. She wishes she didnât see it and she wishes she didnât mention it either. Because if he does like Allison, what does that have to do with her? âSheâs so far from relevant, I donât even know why youâd ever think sheâd have a chance with me.âÂ
(Y/N) wanted to die. Because if Allison, pretty, super cool, smart Allison didnât have a chance with him, then she definitely didnât. And she should just walk home now and save herself from overthinking later.Â
âGood to know. I have to go now.â She didnât even try to move because of the way he was holding her against the brick wall. She wouldâve moved as much as she just did if she tried. Not that she doesnât want to be exactly right here on a Friday night, but sheâs trying to use common sense.Â
âCan I walk you home then?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âItâs just down the street here, I donât need a chaperone.â He laughed, still not moving.Â
âOkay. Fair. Have you got a minute though?â She squinted at him. Sheâd already given him so much time standing here so sheâs unsure what he wants now, after ten minutes of holding her hostage.Â
(In no way does she feel like sheâs being held hostage, she actually feels so incredibly sparkly inside, she has no idea if sheâd make it home herself. And thatâs just with his hands holding her waist and having him standing right against her.)
âFor?âÂ
âYouâre being a little mean, (Y/N). Do you know that? Iâm just trying to catch up with you and itâs like you wanted to fuck me and never talk to me again. Is that true? Be honest.â Harry is stalling in every sense of the word. He has no real reason to keep her here in this dark alley, but he knows if she leaves, he wonât get to talk to her again until the new week starts. And that just wonât do.Â
âThatâs not true.â He certainly is teasing her and heâs loving every second of it. But itâs almost like theyâre in grade school and all he can do is be mean to her because he canât quite get out that he likes her so much and heâd do anything just to be around her. Heâs working on it though and hopefully sheâll get the picture soon.Â
âI was just going to say I owe you.â He shrugged, trying not to smile too hard at her. He has no idea how sheâs going to react to his proposition, but he just knows itâs going to get her red in the face.Â
âYou donât owe me anything, Harry.â Now (Y/N) is thoroughly confused. What could he possibly be talking about right now? If anyone owes anyone anything it would be her. Heâs the one that paid for breakfast and everything.Â
âRemember when I told you about foreplay? How important it is?â She watched as he finally took a step away from her but with a hint of a smirk on his face. Sheâs not sure what heâs up to but she doesnât like it.Â
âMhm.âÂ
âGood girl. And do you remember how you refused to let me touch you because you wanted me to hurry up and fuck you?â She nodded anyway, just wanting him to get to the point. âPay back. Lucky youâre wearing a skirt.âÂ
Her jaw dropped as she watched him get to his knees right there on the cold concrete. He didnât even seem bothered at all but how hard or cold the ground must be. His hands were now rubbing up and down her legs as he was seemingly waiting for her permission.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou heard me, pet. Why are you wearing a skirt anyway? Itâs like you read my mind or something.âÂ
âI thought it was cute?âÂ
âSure. Now are you going to let me eat you out or not? Iâve been dreaming about it all week long.â (Y/N) took a deep breath before trying to think of why she shouldnât do this right now. Because she knows all the reasons why she should.Â
Heâs pretty much asking to do it, right? And itâs not like heâs being a dick and only asking for a blowjob. So heâs not completely in this for selfish reasons which kind of makes her wonder what his motives are. Because sheâs sure if he was really concerned about giving head, he could find twenty other willing girls who are not (Y/N) in under five minutes. She considers asking him flat out why heâs doing this, but sheâs never done this before. And what better person to be her first time again than Harry? Heâs already seen every part of her.Â
âHm. I donât know.â She canât lie even if she wanted to. Sheâs squeezing her legs together (hopefully discreetly) and she can feel just how wet her underwear are.Â
âLooks like you want me to beg then. Is that it? You want me to beg for your pussy in an alley, on a Friday night, after nine pm?âÂ
âYeah. I think so.â He sighed, though he didnât look like he was too annoyed with having to do it, and rested one of his hands on the back of her knee.Â
â(Y/N)?âÂ
âYes, Harry?âÂ
âI would really, really like to make you cum and youâre playing hard to get.âÂ
âIt doesnât sound like you really want it and I have places to be.â She shrugged like she could care less if he did it or not. And she could tell that it made him a little on edge. Like she really was going to deny him.Â
âPet?âÂ
âMhm?âÂ
âYouâre driving me crazy and Iâm so hard Iâm going to die. I donât think you get it. Please. Iâll do anything. Iâll do your homework in Smithâs for the rest of the semester if you just let me taste you once.â And there it is. His voice got a little whiny like he really was going to die if she told him no. And thatâs all it took for her to lift one of her legs over his shoulder and place her hand on the back of his head to pull him closer.Â
His shoulders seemed to have relaxed before he brushed her underwear to the side and started licking into her. (Y/N) really didnât know what to expect when she agreed to this, but it felt much better than she imagined it would. She wasnât able to keep still, especially when he brought his fingers in and pushed them right inside of her so easily. One of her hands was glued to her mouth to keep herself quiet. She had to remember that they were still very much in a public space, no matter if they are out of view, and that she really didnât want to get caught doing this here. Her other hand was clutching Harryâs hair so tightly that it probably hurt. But he didnât act like it bothered him at all.
Harry knew that he couldnât physically get any closer to (Y/N) than he already was but that didnât mean he didnât try. Everything about her was so pretty. The moans she tried to muffle with her hands only encouraged him further. He can tell that she was just playing earlier (thankfully) and she really was so wet for him her underwear are ruined for good now.Â
He thinks that after she cums, heâs going to thank her for letting him do this. Because if he thought he was hooked before, heâs never going to be able to get her out of his head now. Not that he wanted to, ever, but her allowing him this only solidified the feelings he had for her.
He had spent up until now just messily circling his tongue and thrusting his two inner fingers inside her and while that would be plenty for her to cum from his mouth, he wanted to give her a little more. Since apparently the last time wasnât so memorable. He wanted it to be so good that heâd have to carry her home. And he wouldnât mind it one bit.Â
So he switched to sucking her clit between his lips and that was enough to make her drop her hand from her mouth.Â
âI hate you, I hate you.â Her chest was heaving and although she didnât mean that in the slightest, it was the only way to describe how she was feeling in the moment. She couldnât bring herself to look down at him because then sheâd cum. And she wanted to feel this for just a little bit longer.Â
Except, in the small bag resting against her hip, her phone started ringing. She wanted to ignore it in favor of continuing with Harry but it might be something important.Â
âWait. My phone.â She forced out. He was nice enough to slow down a little bit but when she pulled her phone out and saw Mayaâs contact, she sighed. She completely forgot to text Maya to let her know where she went.Â
âAnswer it. Now.â She rolled her eyes at him and put the phone to her ear, thinking that Harry would give her a break, but sheâd been mistaken. Right as she said hello, his thumb was swirling over her swollen clit and she mightâve made a noise right into the phone. And Harry just laughed.Â
âUm, are you okay, (Y/N)?â Maya spoke up, probably utterly confused.Â
âYes, yes. Iâm so okay, Maya, right now. Whatâs up?â She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to focus too much on what he was doing to her.Â
âYou never came back from the table. Are you okay?â (Y/N) is not interested in small talk right now but she knows that Maya is only watching out for her, so she tried to keep it brief.Â
âOh. I decided to just goâoh my godâhome.â She hurried to slap her hand over her mouth. Sheâd accidentally let her eyes slip down to Harry and he was licking into her again and it was too much for her to take at that moment.Â
âOh. Well I was going to head to another bar with the girls. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you sure youâre good?â (Y/N) grasped Harryâs hair tighter making him moan against her.Â
âUh huh. Iâm good.â She said between gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice level.Â
âOkay⌠are you with Harry? Because heâs not back at his table either.â She cursed to herself and looked down at Harry who seemed to have heard Mayaâs question and was all too delighted by it.Â
âLet me say hi.â He whispered, reaching for the phone. She slapped his hand away and shot him a look.Â
âNo,â She whispered back before shushing him and placing the phone to her ear again. âUh, something like that.âÂ
âHi Maya. Iâm taking very good care of (Y/N) right now in case you couldnât tell.â He spoke just loud enough for Maya to hear, but (Y/N) didnât let it get too far and hurried to get off the phone.Â
âIâll be home soon, see you in the morning. Bye,â Then she hung up and shoved her phone back into her bag with shaking hands. âYouâre the worst.âÂ
âYouâre lying. You love it.âÂ
He pulled away, still curling his fingers inside of her. She could see her wetness glistening on his mouth in the very scarce light they had from a couple of feet away and it was almost enough for her to confess now that she needed him. But he decided to tease her again instead.Â
âYou tried to act like you werenât soaking for me and look at you now. Crying over just my fingers. Isnât that something?â (Y/N) decided the best thing to do was put her hand back over her mouth because she really doesnât feel like arguing with him when he could be making her orgasm instead.Â
âCome on, pet. Tell me how much you like this. You donât have to be that quiet.âÂ
If she moves her hand again, sheâs not sure what will come out of her mouth and sheâd rather it not be how much she loves this right now and how she never wants to stop. Heâs just being mean.Â
âIâll have to stop if you donât tell me something, pet. You either like it or you donât.âÂ
âItâs good,â Thatâs all she could manage to say before she started slipping down the wall. He didnât say anything about it, he just used his other hand to try and help her stay upright. âIt feels really, really good and Iâm about to cum. Thank you.âÂ
âThereâs my sweet girl. So thankful, always. Wanna cum now?âÂ
âPlease.âÂ
(Y/N) is pretty sure that he added another finger but she really canât remember because her eyes were squeezing shut with how he was once again sucking and licking at her clit. It was like he knew exactly what she wanted without her saying it.Â
He took his fingers out, instead switching between delving his tongue inside her for a taste and then going right back to her clit. It was a combination sheâd never thought of before and it was doing wonders to draw her closer and closer to the edge.Â
And since he didnât want her to be so quiet anymore, all she could do was breathe out his name after a series of yeses. But she canât help being a little concerned about him kneeling on the ground so long, even if he looks unbothered by it, so sheâs really trying to work herself up enough to cum. All it took was one glance down at him licking through her folds like heâd been starving for it and she came.Â
He pulled back and caught her as she was sliding down the wall, trying to remember her own name. She was settled in his lap, legs on either side of him, holding him tightly around the neck. Perhaps the alley wasnât the absolute best place for this, but she just needs a few minutes to regroup.Â
âHow was that?â He held her back just as tight while resting his chin on her shoulder.Â
âGive me a second.â He chuckled, moving his face into her neck and pressing his mouth to the column of her throat. She leaned further into him and gently tangled her fingers into his hair. She really cannot believe sheâs sitting behind a pub on the ground right now with Harry. And she really, really cannot believe that he was just eating her out seconds ago.Â
âCan you stand?âÂ
âI think youâre giving yourself too much credit again.â The reason she didnât leave his lap quite yet was because she didnât want to. Not because heâd given her one of the best orgasms of her life and her legs had turned useless. Definitely not that.Â
Managing to find her footing again, he stood up with her and shoved his hands into his pockets. He doesnât know what to say right now. Sheâs so beautiful right here and he wishes he could communicate that without fearing how sheâd react.Â
âI know you said you donât need a chaperone but do you mind if I just walk a few blocks with you?âÂ
Thatâs how they ended up in front of her building. And neither of them knew what to say to the other. He did walk with his arm around her waist the entire time and she did lean into him but that was only because it was so much chillier than it had been a couple hours ago.Â
âIâll see you Monday then?â (Y/N) managed to say, just trying to keep the conversation going.Â
âSure, yeah. Monday. Okay,â He paused for a second and sighed, running his hand through his hair. âWould it be alright if I kissed you right now?âÂ
She blinked at him. It hadnât been expected. He wants to leave her at her doorstep with a kiss? This entire thing just got a little bit more complicated Â
âI would like that.â She said softly, not wanting to disturb how quiet her street had gotten all of a sudden. She let him gently tilt her head up to connect their lips and she melted right into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back. It was much smoother than she anticipated but she didnât mind it.Â
It ended right when she considered offering for him to come inside. He pulled away so they could catch their breath and then pressed his mouth to her cheek.Â
âIâll let you go in and get back to studying.â She scoffed and shoved him away by his chest.Â
âThat is not all I do, you know.âÂ
âI know, trust me. Goodnight, (Y/N).âÂ
âGoodnight, Harry.â He couldnât leave without pressing another kiss to her mouth. And then he had to force himself let her go inside, not without waving to him, and then he started off down the street, back to the pub.Â
Except, he doesnât remember the walk there at all. Instead, his mind was filled with thoughts of what (Y/N) could be doing right now. Was she as hung up on him as he was on her?Â
When he sat back at the table next to his friends, still with the taste of (Y/N) on his tongue, he couldnât help smiling. Heâs going to ask her out. At least, he wants to. He has to find the courage somewhere because the sooner he does, the sooner that she can be his and thatâs all he wants.Â
(Y/N) had silently gone into her room and shut the door behind her. And then she changed into more comfortable clothes and sat on her bed, trying to find something to watch thatâs going to put her to sleep. Once she was laid back in her pillows and relaxed, she put her hands over her face and squealed into them.Â
She really canât believe that what happened, happened. And she canât wait to tell Maya in the morning. Â
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Sitting in front of Harry again on Monday morning, (Y/N) was trying really hard not to blush. She couldnât believe what they had done honestly.Â
She told Maya all the details the next morning and she was practically screaming so (Y/N) had to quiet her down so she didnât disrupt the neighbors. She tried to play it off like it was no big deal, just because she didnât want to make it one. But Maya reassured her that it was a big deal and that she was proud of her for it. Even if she felt like it wasnât something to be proud of exactly.Â
So, now as she sits in front of Harry, every so often sheâll feel him tug on a strand of her hair. She tried to ignore it but that just meant he was recruiting a line of people in the seats next to her to pass her a note. She shot a smile to the girl one seat over from her that passed her a piece of folded paper and then quickly opened it.Â
Stop ignoring me and give me your phone number.Â
She shook her head, forcing a smile from her face and wrote him a message back.Â
Youâre so demanding today. Maybe if you ask nicely.Â
She tried to be discreet as she held it over her shoulder for him to grab. Sheâd seen others get called out for passing notes and she really didnât want to be one of them.Â
This time a balled up piece of paper landed on her notebook. She wanted to glare at him but she was more interested in what he had to say.Â
May I please have your phone number?Â
(Y/N) was lucky that the professor was changing subjects because there was enough noise around her so that she could snicker without disturbing the room. She wrote her number down on the sheet and passed it back to him. She was going to give it to him anyway.Â
Seconds later, her phone was buzzing in her pocket. She really doesnât want to be someone who texts in class but she wants to see what he sent her more. So she kept her phone under the desk and quickly looked at his message.Â
XXX: Can I walk you home after classes?Â
And how could she ever say no?Â
She sent him a quick sure in return and tuned back into the lesson. But now that she knows sheâll be seeing him later, she couldnât pay attention for the rest of the period.Â
When class let out, he followed her out of the lecture hall and didnât let her get too far before pulling her to the side to talk to her.Â
âIâll meet you in the courtyard at three?â Sheâs not going to ask how he knows when her last class of the day finishes, so she just nodded.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay. See you in a bit, pet.â He kissed her cheek and then he was gone, on his way to another one of his classes.Â
The rest of her day was spent daydreaming, with her picturing what would happen when she met him in the courtyard. Maybe sheâll finally get to invite him inside her apartment and they can hang out there. She was so eager to leave the class that she had her things packed before the professor finished with the notes. Sheâd gotten the majority of them, so as soon as class was dismissed, she was out of her chair and making her way across campus to meet Harry. She didnât know exactly where heâd be, so it took a little searching since he really could be anywhere.Â
When she did find him, he had Allison hanging off of his arm. He didnât see her yet because sheâd come from the side, so she stopped where she was and just watched the two of them, feeling a little disappointed.Â
Harryâs face was a mix of almost impassive and almost annoyed. And it wasnât very different from the expression he usually has around her. She wanted to think that he was annoyed with Allison, like he said he was. But heâs not too convincing right now. Instead, he looks like he always does when heâs with her. Does that mean that heâs really annoyed with her or is that how he always looks? He always appears to have a good time with her, but she doesnât want to get too wrapped up in thinking about it. She was now confused and a little upset, so when she turned to leave and headed towards home herself, she hoped that he hadnât caught sight of her.Â
As soon as she walked into her apartment, ready to tuck herself into bed and forget about today, her phone buzzed.Â
Harry: I think you just stood me up (Y/N).Â
She groaned and walked back to her room and shut the door behind her before trying to think of a response. She was sure that he was going to be too distracted by Allison to give her a second thought. But she guesses sheâs glad he remembered that he was supposed to walk her home.Â
(Y/N): Oh my goodness, I completely forgot!
(Y/N): I just got home. Maybe next time?Â
So she lied a little bit. It was for the best. She has homework to do anyway. Bringing him inside would have only prevented her from getting it done.Â
Harry: Oh. Thatâs cool.Â
Harry: Are we okay?
Harry was slightly panicking because he knew (Y/N) didnât just forget to meet him, but he wasnât going to press her if she didnât want to talk about it. He waited much longer than he anticipated for her to respond back to his question.Â
(Y/N): Yeah, weâre okay :)Â
He sighed in relief, glad that he hadnât done something to make her want to avoid him again.Â
(Y/N) spent the rest of the night with her face in her pillow, trying not to think too hard about what tomorrow will bring.
She shouldâve known that Harry would track her down early next morning and demand to know why she didnât meet up with him. Because thatâs exactly what he did.Â
Standing outside out of her first class for the day was Harry, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed and not looking too pleased. She couldâve raced right past him and she did try, though she wouldnât admit it to him, but he grabbed her wrist before she could get too far.Â
âDid I do something?â He asked right away. Heâd been up all night fighting the urge to text her again and try to lighten the mood a little bit. He can tell despite her saying everything was fine, it wasnât. She seemed surprised he was there but he was so exhausted from the night before that he needed answers and he needed them now.Â
âWhat?âÂ
â(Y/N). I was supposed to walk you home yesterday and you acted like you forgot. What happened?â The halls of the building were still kind of busy and she really didnât want to have this conversation here. When sheâs probably just making stuff up in her head anyway.Â
âNothing? Are you alright?â (Y/N) doesnât think flat out admitting that she thinks he can do better will solve anything. So sheâd rather deflect until he gets a good enough answer without her having to tell him everything. Plus, she doesnât want him to know how pathetic she really is.Â
âNo Iâm not. I want you to be honest with me. Right now.â His hand still had a gentle hold on her wrist and no matter how slight the touch, she still felt a fluttering in her stomach. But it got overshadowed by how serious the conversation had turned. He wanted her to confess to liking him so much and then to not feeling like sheâd ever be enough for him. Â
âOkay. Can we go outside or something? Itâs kind of crowded here.â He didnât reply, he just led her to the nearest door and as soon as they stopped at a bench, his expression once again appeared as if he was waiting for something.Â
âIf you want me to back off, just say that. I donât want to make you uncomfortable or anything. But tell me if I did something you didnât like.âÂ
âIt wasnât anything like that. I just, you were with Allison again, so I thought that maybe you were busy with her and changed your mind about walking me home.â It was close enough to the truth without making her seem too insecure.Â
âI donât want anything to do with her, (Y/N). Please know that. Sheâs everywhere and always talking to me like I give a fuck but there is nothing going on there. I promise you,â He grabbed both of her hands this time. âNow tell me how much you missed me already. Because I know you did.âÂ
After she denied him a few more times, she finally gave in when he pouted at her and said that she was making him sad. And that was plenty for her to hide her face in her hands and eventually tell him that she missed him a little bit, even though it had been less than a day since theyâd seen each other.Â
He walked her to her next class and left her with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see her very soon.Â
And while that did make her feel so much better about everything, she still was a little uneasy. But for now, she has to take his word for it and none of it means that he likes her the way that sheâs beginning to like him. So, sheâs going to tread lightly for a little while and try not to put too much faith into anything.Â
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Harry didnât exactly plan to overhear (Y/N)âs conversation with Maya. He was walking a few paces behind her like he always ends up doing somehow. Theyâd just gotten out of class and Maya had been waiting for her outside of the room.
He didnât speak much to her today, or the past week, just because they had exams coming up, and there were revisions so couldnât tap her on the shoulder like he normally does. In fact, when he saw her flip to the last page in the packet, he was rushing to answer the rest of the questions on his sheet so he could get out when she did.Â
He kept trailing behind her because their conversation instantly intrigued him and he secretly wanted to know if they were going to mention him.Â
âEveryoneâs going to that huge party tonight. Will you go with me?â Harry did hear everyone talking about a party, but he wasnât planning on going, just because he had some work to catch up on. But if thereâs even a slim chance that (Y/N) might be going, heâs there.Â
âUh, sure. Sounds fun.â He knows that she knows it doesnât sound fun at all. Unless youâre drinking. Otherwise itâs just an obnoxiously loud party full of drunk college students.Â
âGreat! Donât worry, there will be plenty of cute guys there.â He watched as Maya nudged (Y/N) with her elbow and he swears his eye twitched. From then on, he went in the opposite direction. He doesnât want to hear anymore of what theyâre going to say.Â
Maya started laughing seconds later and (Y/N) was confused.Â
âYou didnât see him did you?âÂ
âWho?âÂ
âHarry was right behind us when I said that thing about cute guys. I could tell he was mad from here.â She laughed again, leaving her more confused than ever.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI only said that so he would hear. Heâs so into you (Y/N). Please just go out with him already.â (Y/N) couldnât help checking over her shoulder. Of course Harry was nowhere in sight, but she cannot believe Maya just did that.Â
âHeâs not interested.â Sheâs dragging her feet now, just thinking about it. The past weekend was just fun for both of them. It doesnât have to make things complicated.Â
âYou and I both know thatâs not true. We should start planning your outfit now!â She dragged her off in the direction of their apartment even though she has class in another hour or so. Sheâs just thankful the walk back will be quick.Â
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âHeâs going to be so pissed.âÂ
After classes were over for the day, Maya made it her mission to dress (Y/N) up in a way that she, once again, never wouldâve thought of. This time it was another short skirt that almost felt shorter than the last one, but denim this time. And the top she was wearing was a baby pink sweater that tied in the front. But the fun part was that she wasnât wearing anything underneath. Which is quite bold for her because she really canât remember the last time she went anywhere without a bra on. She just hopes itâs not windy on the walk there.Â
Her sneakers were a must again. She just canât see having her feet squished into shoes that are going to make her feet ache the next day. Sheâd rather be somewhat comfortable in an outfit thatâs really out of her comfort zone.Â
Mayaâs plan was to try to get Harryâs attention to make him confess his feelings to her. And while that sure would be a sight to see, (Y/N) just doesnât believe that itâs ever going to happen. They slept together once. Itâs not like they got married and theyâre now bound to each other for eternity. She just wants to let it go. Harry is not interested and even if he was, sheâd still not be certain of his intentions. And itâs just too much work to have to sift through that.Â
(Y/N)âs plan is just to find someone else for the night and forget about Harry for the time being. Because maybe thatâs what this is. He was her first and now she feels this tiny, tiny attachment to him. Not that it means anything too deep, but thatâs just how it is.
Sure, they had that moment in the alley that made her think otherwise, but it really just wouldnât make sense. They donât belong together and they never will. And itâs just easier to turn her attention to something or someone else. Â
It took way less time than she thought it would to get to the frat house. It was one a couple streets over from Harryâs and sheâs so, so glad that itâs not his frat because sheâs not sure she wouldâve come. She hopes that Harry is nowhere near here tonight. Itâll just make this whole thing easier.Â
âDo you think Harry will be here?â She still asked Maya, just wanting to know what she thought.Â
âFor sure. He thinks youâre going to get with someone else. He has to be here to stop you, duh.â She released a sigh, unheard by Maya as they walked past the threshold and into the noisy party.Â
Harry saw (Y/N) right as she walked in. He got to the party early enough for them to still be setting up the drinks and the music so they tasked him with helping set up chairs in the backyard. He knows the members of this frat pretty well and has a lot of classes with the other guys in it, so it was no big deal helping them. He just didnât want (Y/N) to get there before him. Because heâs not letting her leave his sight tonight.
He had plenty of time after his classes to imagine (Y/N) getting swept off her feet by some guy and all it did was anger him to another level heâs never experienced in his life. And it almost scared him. But itâs not like it doesnât make sense. If he ever knew that (Y/N) was with someone else, heâs not sure he would make it through the rest of the semester with her. Heâd have to take academic leave and go cry to his mum about it. And thatâs not an exaggeration.Â
Harry watched it happen in real time. (Y/N) walked in the house and he saw dozens of people turn to look at her. Because sheâs gorgeous and perfect and no one in this house could ever meet her standards. Not even him but heâd like to think she likes him a little bit more than a stranger.
And he tried not to rush right up to her and drag her away from all the people staring at her because he didnât want her to think he was trying to keep her all for himself. Even though he most certainly is and he will continue to do so until she knows that heâd do anything short of giving her the moon. But he doesnât want to overcrowd her. So, heâll let her have her fun for now.Â
That lasted for all of ten minutes. Because a guy, who is not even remotely her type by the way, walked up to her and Maya as they poured themselves drinks and he was touchy right away. Harry knew that wasnât (Y/N)âs favorite thing so he promptly got rejected by both her and Maya. He silently cheered to himself, trying to stay out of her line of vision so she doesnât know heâs watching her yet. He doesnât exactly want her to know heâs there. Just because he wants to see what sheâll do. If she really is interested in someone else. If she really would hook up with someone else while heâs not there.Â
Not that he has any claims on her but he canât lie and say he wouldnât be crushed if he found out something like that. Just as another loser walked up to (Y/N), he was dragged away by one of his frat brothers, Brett to the backyard. Apparently, he doesnât know how to change the fucking keg. But Harry just wants to know how the keg is empty in the first place.Â
It took much longer than he anticipated. Everyone was in the way and they donât know what the fuck theyâre doing so he was pretty much clenching his fists the entire way back into the party. If he sees (Y/N), everything will feel so much better. He walked in expecting to catch a glimpse of her still talking with Maya and smiling the same pretty smile she always has on. But that is not at all what happened.Â
He didnât see (Y/N) anywhere. And while he tried not to be so panicked searching around for her, he was totally shoving people out of the way and apologizing after. He saw Maya flirting with another guy but (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. So he thought the absolute worst. Someone had taken her upstairs while he was gone and now sheâs probably having the time of her life with someone else. Well, he wouldnât go that far but she thinks sheâs enjoying herself. Sheâs not.Â
Harry doesnât want to completely overdo this. He doesnât want to kick every last door in until he finds her and rip someone off of her. But he doesnât see another way around it. So, he stomped up the stairs and when he got to the first door, he shoved it open, not caring one bit.Â
âSorry.â He wasnât. It was a random couple about to have their own fun but it wasnât (Y/N). He kept searching. He was just about to push another door open when he heard her laugh. It was muffled by a door but he still heard it when there had been a lucky break in the music. And now heâs fucking fuming. Because not only does whoever is in that room think theyâre about to sleep with her, but theyâre making her laugh too? Not on his fucking watch.
He couldnât wait anymore. He had to shove the door open and see what the hell was going on in there. When the door swung open, she gasped and he was a little confused.Â
There was no one in the room with her and she was sat at the edge of the bed with her phone in her hands. He still gave the room a once over, making sure he didnât miss something. But she really was in here on her own.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
(Y/N) is not eager to admit that she left in the middle of a party to a vacant room to watch funny cat videos but she doesnât think that Harry will expect anything less from her. So she just shrugged, leaving that part out.Â
âBored,â She watched as he walked closer and then knelt right down in front of her only to lay his head in her lap and wrap his arms around her. Now sheâs confused but she didnât bother saying anything about it. âYou okay?âÂ
âMhm.â He rested his cheek on her bare thigh and took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. Heâs never felt so relieved. When he pushed that door open, he had no idea what heâd be walking into, heâs just glad it was (Y/N) and she was alone.Â
âWant to see something funny?â She held her phone down by his face and showed him the video that made her laugh. It was just a cat chasing a laser and it was the first one that came up when she searched âfunny cat videosâ but it made her laugh. And it made him chuckle a little bit so sheâll call that a win.Â
âYouâre silly. Ready to get out of here?â He sat up a little bit to meet her eyes and she nodded.Â
âYes, please.âÂ
It was like they made plans without actually making the plans. Because Harry and (Y/N) walked hand in hand out of the party and she waved to Maya on their way out, silently letting her know where sheâd be for the rest of the night and all Maya did was raise a cup at her.Â
With their hands still intertwined, he led her in the direction of her apartment, even though his house was much closer.Â
âThereâs a party at the house tonight so we can go to yours if youâd rather do that.â She nodded, feeling his thumb rub over the back of her hand. She was slightly curious about that but she let it go, saving it for later though.Â
Harry had never been in her apartment, so she was a bit nervous about him seeing her room for the first time. It wasnât a total mess, thankfully, so when he did come in and sit on the bed, she didnât have to be concerned about it.Â
âThis is, um, this is me.âÂ
âCute.âÂ
She could feel her skin getting hot. It may just be her brain getting ahead and jumping the gun, knowing that something is going to happen, she just doesnât know what.Â
Sitting next to him on her bed, she twiddled her thumbs, trying not to appear so eager. But they donât really have to do anything physical, having him here is enough for her.Â
âAre you hungry?âÂ
âNot particularly.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
She tried to think of something else for them to do. But nothing was really coming to mind.Â
âI have a few movies Iâve been wanting to watch, we could do thatââ
âPlease just be quiet and ride me already, will you?â Harry didnât mean to be so blunt about it, but she was clearly dancing around them fucking and his cock was already starting to get hard in his pants.Â
âOh. Okay. Iâve never done that though.â
âI know, pet. Come on,â They both stood up so they could undress. (Y/N) was a bit shy about taking her top off but Harry just plucked at the tied string and pulled it down her arms. âThere. Pretty. Iâll lay down first, okay?âÂ
She nodded, watching as he laid back into her pillows in just his boxers. He got comfortable and then patted his lap.Â
âIâve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans. This isnât like the pornos you watch. Safety first,â She rolled her eyes to herself and picked up his jeans. âHury.âÂ
Harry didnât exactly plan on this part either and thatâs not why he had a condom, he was just feeling hopeful and it paid off.Â
She found the condom and a few moments later was sitting in his lap, trying not to think about how hard he was under her.Â
âNow what?âÂ
âYouâre probably already dripping all over, so we wonât have to do much there, will we?âÂ
âHeyââ
âIâm this fucking close to making a mess of my underwear, so I think weâll just stretch you out a bit and Iâll let you try it. Is that good? Since youâre probably in a rush again.â She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.Â
âIâm not in a rush. I just canât wait for you to be inside me again.â She blurted out, causing a smirk to rise on his face.Â
âInteresting. Sounds like the definition of in a rush to me. Maybe go pick up your pocket dictionary and get back to me on that.âÂ
âCan I just try? Please. I donât need you to stretch me out, I can take it, I promise.â (Y/N) didnât wait for another one of his smart responses, she just molded her mouth to his and tried to get him to shut up for a second. âAnd I donât even have a pocket dictionary.âÂ
âSure you donât. Fine,â He muttered against her mouth and she smiled, sitting back on his thighs and waiting for him to tell her what to do. âItâs only your second time (Y/N). Who knew youâd be such a cockwhore.âÂ
She shushed him, sitting up slightly so he could push the band of his briefs down. As soon as she caught sight of him, she was reminded of nearly two weeks ago when that was in her mouth and he told her she was making him feel so good. She never thought sheâd be good at it but clearly she was wrong.Â
âThis goes on, right?â She held up the condom and he nodded, taking it from her hands to tear open the packaging. And then he handed it back to her.Â
âGo ahead.âÂ
âBut how do Iââ He took it back from her and pulled it out, showing it to her and then placing it correctly over him.Â
âJust pull it down, okay? Itâs easy.â She tried and he winced immediately. âCan your hands get any colder, christ.âÂ
âI didnât know!â She laughed a little but managed to get the condom over him completely. He shook his head and set his hands on her hips.Â
âAre you ready?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
He helped her lift up so she was hovering over him and he held her there until she just started to press down on him. And ever since the last time she was right here in this situation, sheâd been chasing the feeling. To be as full as she was and for him to make her feel like sheâd never felt before. (Y/N) shouldâve known from the start that she was ruined for anyone else.Â
But now that heâs completely inside of her, she has a tiny idea what to do, but she is kind of lost and doesnât want to do anything wrong. Or hurt him because she has heard of that happening.Â
âCan I move?âÂ
âOh. I thought you were waiting until the new year,â He shot her a look. âOf course you can move. Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âWill it⌠hurt you?â
âNo, love. Youâre already fucking squeezing me, Iâm not going to last long anyway.âÂ
âOh, sorry.â She tried to relax so maybe she wasnât âsqueezingâ him, but all he did was pinch her waist and shake his head.Â
âFelt good. Why are you saying sorry?âÂ
âI donât know.âÂ
âDonât be afraid youâre going to break my dick. Itâs fine, I promise,â He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs and then nodded at her. âYou can move now. Need help?âÂ
âYes, please.âÂ
âYou feel okay and everything?âÂ
âSo good.âÂ
âGood. Just move up a little and come back down. Not hard, right?â She did as he asked and when she came back down on him, she gasped. Because she hadnât expected it to feel like that. âThatâs it. Keep going.âÂ
His hands rested on the underside of her thighs to keep her steady while she tried to stay at a nice pace. She could tell that he was enjoying himself from his hooded eyes and the way he kept groaning softly.Â
âAm I doing okay?âÂ
âMore than. Try to go a little faster.â This time she placed each of her hands on his chest to help push herself up. She knew that she was probably going slower than he wanted, but she was really trying her best.Â
Her legs were already starting to burn and she hasnât been on top of him for more than five minutes. But there is not one part of her that wants to stop, even if her legs are aching already.Â
She really liked being over top of him. It was so different from last time and it felt much different too. Like he was pressed against that one spot deep inside of that only he could reach. And he had given her all control to whatever she pleased with him.Â
âMy legs hurt.â She only mentioned it because she thought that he might want to take over. Just in case she wasnât doing it how he wanted, but instead, he tsked at her.Â
âTold you I was too big. But you donât listen.â
âYouâre not that bigââ
âHey. Watch your mouth, sweetheart. Iâm being really nice to you and letting you get off on my dick and you just insulted me,â He patted her hip gently and sat up a bit. âKiss first and then Iâll help you a little bit. I know youâre just kidding.âÂ
She tried not to kiss him so sloppily but she couldnât help it. Right as their mouths touched, he was slamming her down on him repeatedly. Enough for her to feel like she was going limp. Hanging onto his shoulders was the only thing keeping her upright.Â
(Y/N) hopes that Maya will not be home anytime soon with noises sheâs making. She sure itâs obnoxious and probably over the top but she canât help it. Sheâll never live it down if Maya comes in and hears her.Â
âHarryââ She was barely doing anything anymore, he was moving her the way he wanted and it felt so good, she couldnât help digging her nails into his back or the fact that her eyes kept falling shut.Â
âYouâre so good, (Y/N). Cum for me now.â And she had no choice not to because she was so close to the edge before he even touched. Just the thought of having him had her already halfway there.Â
With the sound that (Y/N) just let out, sheâs sure that the neighbors know exactly whatâs going on by now. And she would feel bad but if any one of them had a chance to be in her position, they wouldâve done the same.Â
He carefully laid them back, still not quite pulling out of her yet and she sighed, resting her cheek on his arm.Â
âI need to just lay here for a second. I canât move.â He chuckled, brushing her hair back.Â
âThatâs fine.â He kissed her forehead and rested his other arm over her waist.Â
âDid you, um, you know?â She tilted her head up to look at him and he shook his head.Â
âWhat ever are you referring to?â She whined at him, hiding her face away in his chest. He knew precisely what she meant, he just wanted her to say it.Â
âYou know what I mean!âÂ
âI came like ten minutes ago, I couldnât hold it anymore. Youâre too pretty.â His hand came down to lift her chin so they could meet eyes and he kissed her once. And then two more times, unable to stop himself.Â
âWill you stay?âÂ
âYeah. You were going to have to kick me out if you wanted me to leave.â She shook her head at him before snuggling back into his chest.Â
âWe have class tomorrow.â She reminded him and he shrugged.Â
âWeâll skip and stay right here all day long.â Harry knows that (Y/N) has probably never skipped a class ever but sheâs probably so far ahead on the syllabus, she could miss a month of class and still have a perfect GPA.Â
âI donât know about that, but I only have two classes tomorrow so maybeââ
âPlease, pet? Iâll take such good care of you here if you stay. Iâm sure Maya can get your notes for you.âÂ
âI donât know.â She trailed off. It wouldnât be terrible if she missed a day. There wasnât much going on except for exam review that she already knew forward and backwards. And it was true. Maya could fill her in on whatever happened in class if she decided to stay in with Harry. The idea is sounding more appealing the more he pouts at her.Â
âCome on, baby. You deserve a break. Iâll help you study tomorrow, okay?âÂ
âIâll think about it.â He groaned, pulling her closer to him and tangling his legs with hers. He really liked how cozy her room was and he had no plans to leave it tomorrow so he really needs (Y/N) to be on board. Because if he has to leave her side tomorrow, he doesnât know if heâll survive.
There was something (Y/N) had been thinking about ever since they were on their way to her apartment and she just canât get it out of her head. So she has to ask him and see what his answer is. Because it will say a lot without asking too bluntly.Â
âIf there was a party there, why did you come all the way to that other one?â Harry knows that (Y/N) asks excellent questions. Sheâs so smart and pretty and sheâs basically making him spell it out for her.Â
âI knew you would be at that one so I came there. I had to see you,â She felt herself smile, really liking his answer. Sheâs so glad he did because she wanted to see him too, even though she was trying to convince herself she didnât earlier. Now she feels like she could spill her guts to him and she wouldnât have to be embarrassed about it all. Because itâs pretty clear that her feelings are being reciprocated. âIf you couldnât tell already, Iâm crazy about you and I want to take you out sometime. So please say yes because my stomach hurts right now.âÂ
She laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Sheâs glad that he finally said it out loud and she doesnât have to guess anymore. And while she couldâve said something first, sheâs just happy that one of them did, so the back and forth can stop.Â
âIâd love to. And I really, really like you too.â He sighed in relief and kissed her cheek just like she did to his.Â
âGood.âÂ
âHowâs your stomach now?âÂ
âBe quiet. Itâs better.â She couldnât help smiling again because itâs like everything is falling into place. And it came completely out of nowhere. But sheâs thankful that things turned out the way they did.Â
âCan I kiss you again?âÂ
âIâd die if you didnât.âÂ
âThatâs a little overdramatic, do you know that?â
âAnd youâre not leaving this room for a long, long time. Do you know that?â She rolled her eyes but she was obviously okay with that. She wouldnât dream of going anywhere else. âYouâre mine tomorrow?âÂ
âFine.â She pecked his lips twice but that wasnât enough for him so he rolled over on top of her, making her laugh and go back to kissing him.Â
Just like last time, Harry is fucked. But in the best way possible. Because he has (Y/N) here now and heâs not letting her get away without letting her know how much he adores her. He hopes he gets to tell her for the rest of his life, but for now, theyâll just see how it goes.Â
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
Damn. I hope you liked it!!! Sorry this is all over the place, Iâm sleepy âşď¸ but thank you for reading!
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đHOLIDAY FICS!đ
So, I've decided to do a month of holiday fics! I searched out prompts for each day and made this <3
Most of these will be fluff, unless stated otherwise
If you have any alternate ideas/prompts, you can send them in! đŤś

Dec 1 - First Snowball Fight
Dec 2 - Decorating The Christmas Tree
Dec 3 â Shopping At The Holiday Market
Dec 4 - Midnight Hot Cocoa
Dec 5 - Christmas Cookie Baking
Dec 6 - Holiday Movie Night
Dec 7 - Volunteering Together
Dec 8 - Ice Skating Adventure
Dec 9 - Candlelit Dinner for Two
Dec 10 â Cooking A Holiday Meal Together
Dec 11 - Snowed-In Surprise Day
Dec 12 - Festive Holiday Party
Dec 13 â Bookstore Date
Dec 14 - Gingerbread House Fun
Dec 15 - Christmas Light Tour
Dec 16 â Winter Painting
Dec 17 - Last-Minute Gift Shopping
Dec 18 - Cozy Night In By The Fireplace
Dec 19 - Christmas Concert Or Play
Dec 20 â Snowy Stroll
Dec 21 â Christmas Karaoke
Dec 22 - Snowman-Building Competition
Dec 23 - Mistletoe Moment
Dec 24 - Christmas Eve Traditions
Dec 25 - Christmas Morning Surprises
Dec 26 - Reflecting On Christmas Memories
Dec 27 - Post-Christmas Shopping Spree
Dec 28 - Festive Winter Carnival
Dec 29 - Winter Sleigh Ride
Dec 30 â Snowy Hot Tub Soak
Dec 31 - New Year's Eve Celebration
(please like & reblog if you see this, it may seem stupid, but it really helps ⥠)
you can send me alternative prompts here, if you would like something specific
and tip me here! sorry im super annoying
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Connor Gallagher x Reader.
Blurred Lines - A girls night out just causes a little blurring to the edges of their world.
18+
Some smut. Did he? Didn't he? Jealousy.
It's taken a small village to help me get this here.... so thank you to my villagers, you know who you are. đđ
"But why do you need to go and watch some random blokes taking their clothes off? I can do that for you here babe."
She felt his hands easing up her short skirt and gently roving towards her underwear. This was hard, she knew he wouldn't like it, he hadn't liked the idea when the other girls had booked it months ago and she knew he was hoping she'd back out. But she wasn't, she wanted to see what all the fuss was about and a day in Central London would be fun with the girls, not to mention the alcohol and entertainment.
His fingers finally reached their 'destination' and she twitched a little at his touch, she saw the smirk flash across his face and it just confirmed her decision for her as she took a small step backwards.Â
"I'll be home before you know it Con, just, go on your X Box with the other lads, pretend I'm still here watching TV"
She didn't mean for it to sound like a dig at him and his normal routine, but if that was how he was going to take it she wasn't going to argue. This was a rare 'girl only' night out for her and she had been looking forward to it for ages. Bending down she went to kiss him and saw his shoulders stiffen, he was so pissed off at her right now.....Â
"I'll be back before you know it Con, will let you know when I'm in the car back, ok?"
Her lips met his and he once again tried to change her mind by grabbing her arse and bringing her into his lap, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and eased her hands into his hair, slightly longer than normal and she was loving it. The sound of her phone alerting her of the Uber outside made her break the kiss, wiping a thumb across his lips to remove her lip gloss.
"I've gotta go Con, the girls are here in the car, but hold that thought for me yeah?"Â
She locked eyes with him and her heart sank a little as he huffed out a breath and broke the stare.
"I'll probably be asleep when you get home drunk, messy and late! If I am, don't wake me, I have training tomorrow."
He watched as she slipped from his lap and walked to the door, never turning around, just grabbing her small bag and exiting the house.
"FUCK!" Conor, threw a pillow across the floor and stood up, stomping into the games room and signing onto his X Box reluctantly.
"Hey! Conor, you a stripper widower too?" Mason laughed as he spoke, making the statement for the small group of friends on the game.
"It's not funny Mase, you not servicing your missus right or something so she has to go watch men she doesn't know take their clothes off and grind all over random women? I'm not fucking happy, what if they pick Y/N up to fucking grind against? I swear to God Mase make you suffer first then I'll hunt the bastard down, dirty fucker!"
Conor could feel himself getting more and more wound up and as he stopped speaking he heard the other lads sniggering on the call.
"Con mate, it's only like us going to a strip club, or going on the lash for the night and having all the fit birds playing up to us, calm down, Y/N will be fine but just a note to yourself eh? Maybe spice it up a bit when you're together if you're feeling this threatened."
Conor adjusted his headset and huffed out a breath.Â
"We don't need to spice it up thanks mate (he emphasised the word mate), it's spicy enough, just set the game up and look after your own missus and leave me and mine alone."
Conor spent the next few hours immersed in the world of COD occasionally checking his phone hoping Y/N would hate the whole thing and come home early, no such luck!
"Con? Con babe?"
Conor woke to kisses being placed on his lips, two hands in his hair and his dick standing to attention like it was on patrol. His eyes couldn't focus quick enough as he realised he was awake and Y/N was straddled across his hips as he lay on his back, her mouth now tracing down his lips and his neck.
"I reeeeeeeeeally need you, reeeeeally need to ride you"
Her hands were scratching lightly across his body and he was loving the attention but he wanted to try and take part himself.
"Babe," he took hold of her hands, "Y/N let me just, let me move a little first, you're still dressed and ...."
She giggled against his neck.
"I've taken my panties off, feel"Â
She grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs, forcing it as close as possible and sighing as it touched her centre.
"Just, yeah, there, just, please use your fingers." She was grinding against his hand and Conor gave up, who was he to argue.
Flipping them over he raised himself above her and dragged her skirt higher to give himself full easy sight and access to her, he had to swallow down the thought that she was dripping wet and he presumed this was the result of the night out entertainment, but he'd worry about that later. Now he wanted to make the most of her being extremely horny.
He ran his finger through her dampness, hearing her sigh and feeling her buck against him, she was now biting at his neck and he knew, he just knew she would have marked him and he'd get shit tomorrow from the lads.
He felt her begin to shudder, her legs shaking slightly and her hands beginning to grip at his shoulders,Â
"I wanna ride you Con, wanna make you feel good, wanna feel everything"
She looked at him and Conor noticed her eyes were glazed, he knew she wouldn't remember a fucking thing about this tomorrow when she woke with the hangover from hell. Rolling them around again he lay back and watched her struggle to grab hold of his dick, almost falling off him as she tried to grab it and then ease herself onto it.Â
He sighed, the thrill of having her wake him horny as hell was quickly dwindling.
"Y/N let me help." Sitting her atop his hips he eased his hand between them, stroking himself a couple of times and then easing her down, swearing as she slipped down easily and she groaned out a long swear word as he thrust up into her.Â
"Con, you're so fit, I wanna ride you forever, want you to make me raw, make me scream."
She was messy in her attempt, hands on his chest then into his hair, pulling at it and her lips everywhere, he was loving it, but hating it at the same time.... was it the alcohol? was it the strippers? He wasn't sure but when she leant down and slurred the words "I wanna come all over your dick," Conor was lost, gripping her hips he drove into her, loving the way she was chanting his name, the way her head dropped back and she exposed her neck for him to nibble on and lick as sweat started to appear on it.
Again, he felt her tighten around him only this time he was in full control. Â
"Come on Y/N, give it to me, you know you want to, come on, now, let it go."
As he finished whispering into her ear she straightened up and moaned loudly, her hands grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them together, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and Conor thought she'd never looked more gorgeous.
He pumped into her a few more times and then felt his own high hit, gripping her hips until he was sure they'd be bruised as he raised her and dropped her onto his dick, swearing up a storm as he did so. He felt her slump down onto him and he eased her onto the bed, slipping out and making his way into the ensuite to grab a cloth to clean them with.Â
On returning to the bedroom the sight that met him made him shake his head, she was star fished across the bed, unconscious, actually drooling onto his pillow! Using the cloth he tried to clean her the best he could, ignoring the weak slapping arm as she tried to move him away, slurring something into the pillow about leaving her alone. Shaking his head, he walked back into the ensuite, cleaned himself up and made his way to the spare room. He was a mixture of emotions, glad he'd got laid, hurt that she wouldn't remember how good it was and angry that it had been another man / men that had got her wet in the first place. Running his hands through his hair he lay down and tried to sleep, if he struggled in training tomorrow Mase was getting an earful.
"Jesus, Last night was wild in ours, Sarah jumped me the minute she got in!"
Conor could hear Mason's voice as he got to the locker room door,
"I couldn't fucking keep her off me, what about you Ben?"
Conor heard Ben laugh and knew, just knew he'd be agreeing, it seemed like all the girls had gone home the same way..... feral!
"Con mate, did Y/N wake you up? Bet you were glad she'd gone then weren't ya?"Â
Mason's teasing was doing nothing to alleviate Conor's mixed feelings about the previous night / early morning. He just grinned and started to get changed, glad when the coach came in and ordered them all into the gym.
Arriving home Conor was amazed the blinds were still closed, but as he entered the living room he saw Y/N lying prone on the sofa, a cloth across her eyes, painkillers and bottles of water strewn on the coffee table he knew why, just as he'd predicted.Â
The hangover from hell had landed. He placed his bag down and removed his trainers, he knew he had two ways he could play this.....Â
"Con? Is that you babe? Can you bring me a bottle of water from the fridge please?"
Her voice was croaky and she looked like shit. He sighed and walked towards the kitchen, option 2 it was then.
"Here you go Y/N, you feeling rough? Have a good night did ya?"
It killed him to sound so okay with it but he had to suck it up, all the other lads were loving the fact their other halves had arrived home steaming, demanding rough sex and then passing out, but he had always liked it to be more, to mean more. He couldn't help it, he loved her, it was their thing, they'd only ever had each other and he loved that, he loved he was the only one who knew what she looked like when she came, and he was thrilled his was the only dick she'd ever had her mouth around. Last night though, something about it was so good it kept replaying in his mind, but the fact she was reacting to someone else getting her excited, that was just too much for him. He knew he sounded soft, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't apologise for it ever.
Sitting down next to her and gently lifting her legs, placing them across his lap he started to gently rub them and heard her let out a slow breath.
"I think I may be dying Con" she croaked. "Everything hurts, and I do mean everything."Â
He smirked as her eyes glanced down to her own groin and then back up to his face and then closed again as if it had taken all her energy to move her eyeballs.
"You were, well, a bit wild last night when you got back. I was, well, you wanted it, well demanded it that way so I had to, didn't I? Sorry if it's uncomfortable"
She moved the cloth from her eyes and tried to sit up, groaning as her head lifted from the cushions.
"Was I horrid? I didn't say anything cruel did I?" Was I just, like, desperate? Ya know, all over you?"
Conor watched the pinkish flush give her face it's only colour and he nodded slowly, raising his hand and lowering his t shirt collar to show her the love bite on his neck which he'd had his arse ripped for today.
She slunk back onto the cushions and dropped her arm across her eyes.Â
"Oh my god! How old am I, 13? I'm so sorry Con, I know we don't do that, I'm just.... I have no idea what I did when I got home. I swear once the fresh air hit me I have no recollection." She removed her arm and looked at him, "Thats fucking scary isn't it? I'm such a twat, I shouldn't go out alone" She made to shake her head and as she did the motion made her heave, bending forward and vomiting into a bucket next to the arm of the sofa, the sound and the smell made Conor's stomach churn, he hadn't even noticed the bucket, but now he couldn't keep his eyes off it. He waited until she'd finished then stood up, taking it into the toilet, emptying, rinsing and cleaning it out before returning it to her smelling and looking fresh. She at least looked sorry so he couldn't be angry with her, after all, it wasn't anything he hadn't done himself and she'd returned the favour of looking after him.
He leaned down and stroked her hair softly.
"Shall I run you a nice bubble bath, make you some cheesy scrambled eggs and a nice cold vimto?"
She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears, " I love you so much Con, that would be lovely."
He wiped a thumb under her eyes to stop the tears from falling and made to kiss her but the smell of her breath made him retrace his movements.
She covered her mouth and blushed "Sorry, I stink, been being sick and also last night's breath, I seriously couldn't stand and brush my teeth.... I'm minging aren't I?"Â
As she finished speaking, she burst into tears and wailed. If she hadn't looked so unwell, Conor would have laughed at the dramatics of it all, but he locked it all away in his memory bank for next time she giving out to him calling him a drama llama.
Y/N lay in the bubbles, sheâd seriously never felt so bad after alcohol and the lost time from getting into the Uber and waking this morning was worrying her.
Her phone rang, the noise causing her to clench her teeth and curse.
âHello!â
âGood God what bit your arse? Or should I say, did you enjoy your arse being bitten?â
Sarah's laughter down the phone wasnât helping Y/N's hangover at all.
âUgh, Iâm fucking dying, I swear, I have no memory of the last part of the night or getting home, itâs bloody scary. What about you?â
Y/N hated the sound of the laughter on the other end of the phone, she knew it was going to lead to something she really didnât want to hearâŚ
âOh My God Y/N you were off your head, you kept trying to climb on the stage, trying to grab the legs of the tall blonde, shouting just let me touch you, I have skills, youâd love them!â
"We were howling at you and you were loving the attention. You kept saying youâd never seen anything as sexy in all your life, that Conor was gorgeous but this, was a whole new level for you. We knew it was just the tequila talking, and before you start beating yourself up, you werenât the only one, Annie was dragged up and loved every minute of it, dunno how sheâll explain all the oil on her clothes to Ben!!â
Y/N remembered Annie and how they'd all encouraged her, but she had no recollection of her own behaviour. Sheâd die if she thought Conor would ever find out, their sex life was amazing, he was gorgeous, everything she ever wanted, what the fuck was she saying stuff like that for.
âAre you not rough today?â Y/N felt like she would never feel normal again.
âRough as toast, but the sex last night when I got home helped sweat most of the alcohol out, my god, it was amazing. Mase has said heâd be up for us going again, lol, dirty fuckerâŚ. I honestly was feralâŚ. Mind you, you were desperate to get home yourself, the things you told us you were going to do to Conor, we literally feared for him. We honestly didnât expect him to make training today, but Mase told me he made it and that he was sporting quite the love bite!!â Sarah's loud laughter made Y/N cringe.
âYeah I errâŚ. itâs not really somethingâŚ.. wellâŚ. I know Iâm aching all over, but to be honest, I have no memory of it, I feel so bad, but Con hasnât said anything so maybe heâs good with it.â
âI hope you didnât tell him what you told the guy on the stage last night,â Sarah replies, still giggling. Â
Y/N felt her body cover in goosebumps, âOh shit, what did I say?â
âYou were trying to video him on your phone and the security man came over and said no filming the act and you shouted that you needed to film it so Conor could learn how to take his clothes off like Blondie it was turning you on so much. Honestly Y/N you were up for anything!â
Y/N gulped. âYou haven't told Mase this have you? Iâd die if Con found out, itâs just notâŚ. I donât need him toâŚ. Fuck!â
Realising her words had created anxiety for her friend Sarah's tone changed, âHonestly Y/N itâs okay, weâre not sharing anything with the lads, they donât need to know, it was a girls night out, donât worry. Get rested, clear the hangover, give Conor some loving and just put it into the back of your mind, itâs done, okay?â
Y/N said her goodbyes and hung up the call, groaning as her arm slipped back into the bubbles, glad she had kept the phone on speakerphone instead of holding it to her ear, that would have taken far too much energy. Remembering the last part of the conversation she huffed out a breath, and let herself slide under the water wishing it could wash away the information sheâd just been given.
Outside the bathroom door Conor stood with the bath sheet in his hands that heâd had warming in the tumble dryer and was bringing up to wrap around Y/N when he helped her out of the bath, but as he arrived at the door he heard the conversation in mid flow, his heart dropping to his feet at the thought that some random bloke taking his clothes off turned his girlfriend on more than him doing it. This, exactly this was what he was dreading when she went out last night. The rational part of his brain knew stripping and dancing was what these guys were trained in, but still, he didnât want his girlfriend forever comparing his undressing to some bloke she saw on a drunken night out doing it. He gripped the towel to his chest and pushed the bathroom door open, laying it down on the nearby ledge and nodding towards it, âThought youâd need this.â He didnât mention that it had been warmed, because whilst he had been listening to the conversation and then mulling over the information afterwards it had gone cold again.
âAwwww thanks babe, I love youâ Y/N looked at him and smiled the best she could whilst her head was imploding and her heart was heavy, she did not deserve this wonderful man.
Conor just swallowed, âIâm errr, Iâm going over to Ben's, see you in an hour or so okay?â He watched her nod and close her eyesâŚ.. Probably thinking about Blondie stripping his clothes off Conor thought, it made his stomach flip and his head begin to ache.
Conor sat in his car, his phone to his ear, the constant ringing annoying him until eventually it answered and he began the conversation, stuttering at first then easing into it when they talked him down and calmed his nerves.
2 days later
âLots of men feel like this first time, youâd be amazed.â
Her voice was honey sweet and dripped from her lips and Conor couldnât get enough of hearing it, even though he knew it was wrong to be enjoying it so much, but hadnât Y/N enjoyed her time with the strippers.
âIâm not the most expensive, but Iâm far away from the cheapest so youâll get what you pay for I can guarantee and it definitely wonât be a chore with a good looking bloke like you, I feel guilty charging you.â
Her eyes were raking over his face and his hair, sheâd already looked him from toe to head when heâd walked in smiling at him like the cat that got the cream.
Conor averted his eyes and looked around the cafe then back at her, âErrrr thanks?â
He watched as she raised a manicured polished long nail to her red lips and looked at him, âI seem to feel I should know you, but I have clue where from, have we done business before?â
Conor shook his head so fast his hair fell from behind his ears and he tucked it back feeling like a virgin again. âNo, definitely not done anything with you before, honestly, Iâm a first timer, I mean, not a first timer, but, first time doing this, errr, this kind of thing, not doing itâŚ. Iâve done it⌠Lots, done it so many timesâŚ. IâmâŚ. errrâ
She smiled at him and placed a soft hand on top of his,
âItâs so refreshing to see someone so nervous, theyâre usually full of bravado and all Johnny Big Bollocks. This is going to be so much fun Colinâ
She stroked his hand and then let a small laugh escape her lips as he slid it from under her hand.
âSâposeâ He wanted to dieâŚ. right nowâŚ.Â
âYouâre late, I thought youâd be home a couple of hours agoâ
Y/N looked up from her laptop and smiled at Conor as he came into the lounge.
âYou okay? You looked a bit washed out?â
She placed a hand against his cheek then his forehead,
âWant me to run you a shower, help you relax a little?â
Conor just nodded and dropped onto the sofa, he couldnât speak, he knew sheâd read him and know something was wrong, not quite rightâŚ. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair, he really couldnât do this âŚ. he just had to stop it now, before it went too far, before he got sucked inâŚ.
âCon, shower's warm, come on babeâ
He trudged up to the bathroom and stood stock still in the doorway as he saw her naked, under the water stream, waiting for him.
Lying on the bed she looked at him as she carded her fingers through his wet hair,
âThat, was amazingâ
She leaned up and over his chest, kissing him and licking at his lips afterwards.
âYou always know just what to doâ
Conor looked at her and returned the kiss, he loved her so much, he wanted to be everything she ever needed, ever dreamed of, ever fantasised about.
âI love you so much Babe, making you feel good is what Iâm here to do, itâs what I love doing, I justâŚ." He paused, clearing his throat. "Do you think thereâs anything I could do, you know, more? Like something we donât do, havenât tried?â
He knew he was rambling, he quickly shut his eyes and took a breath then watched as her eyes scanned his face, but her tell was the way she swallowed and licked her lips before answering.Â
âNope, itâs all perfect for me Con, how about you?â
In that moment he knew, he just knew she wasnât satisfied, maybe sheâd faked it, maybe she was focusing on Blondie, maybe she was even thinking about going again but not telling him. Â
âWell? Anything youâd like me to do?â
She was now lay full length on him and her lips were grazing his neck, he knew heâd normally be throwing her back onto the bed and starting round 2, but his mind was relaying the conversation from when she was in the bath, then what heâd learned today, he needed to pace himself.
Easing her up from him he stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom again,
âThink Iâll take a quick shower, feel a bit sticky.â
Y/N watched him disappear and lay back down staring at the ceiling, was he still pissed about the other night? She followed him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet watching him shower.Â
âAre you pissed off at me about the other night Con?â
He turned and looked at her and shrugged his shoulders then shook his head.
âNothing to be pissed off about, is there? I mean, you had a good night out didnât you? You came home, gave me the best sex weâve had in ages and passed out on me, whatâs to piss me off?âÂ
He half laughed at the end then turned to wash his hair again realising it was gonna be like baby hair tomorrow after being washed twice within hours.
Y/N did a slight nod of her head and left the bathroom, he was definitely still pissed off, this was something a blow job and sex wasn't going to clear up.
âWhat do you fancy doing tonight after tea? Go for a walk? Cinema?â
Y/N was busy clearing the breakfast dishes as Conor gathered his gear together.Â
âProbably best not to make any firm plans until I get back if thatâs okay with you?â He hated lying to her, hated all this secrecy, but it was doing wonders for his confidence and it wasnât hurting her, she knew nothing of it and Marsha was very discreet.
âYou going to be late again? What you doing after training? You seem to be doing loads more training and social media than youâve ever doneâ
Y/N stood up from bending down to the dishwasher, dirty dish in her hand, eyebrows raised at her question.
âYeah, itâs cos of all the new lads, theyâre trying to up the stuff on line, you know what theyâre like.â
He walked towards her and kissed her cheek, his arm wrapping around her waist and smiling as she turned, locking lips with him and sighing into the kiss as she deepened it.
He moved his head back, breaking the kiss and giving her a smile
âSorry babe, got to get to Cobham, the boss will have my balls if Iâm late.â
Y/N stroked his hair and nodded, âSee you later, donât work too hard.â
She watched him walk out and resumed her task, her mind running a million miles an hour.  Conor just wasnât himself, he wasnât acting like him, wasnât reacting to her like he always had done. She leaned against the worktop, her worst fear played out in her mind and she felt her heart rate increase, she knew Conor wouldnât do that, but she knew something was off.
âCome on Colin, you can give it to me harder than that! Iâm meant to feel like youâre actually wanting to eat me out, not just trying a taster snack at Tescos!â
Marsha was sat on the chair, legs spread, a bored look on her face and Conor was kneeling in front of her, soaked in sweat and blushing from her words.
âIâm sorry I just, this is all, like, doing this with you, itâs just âŚ. differentâ
Marsha laughed loudly and patted his wet hair.
âColin, if it wasnât different you wouldnât be here, now are we doing this or are you giving up?â She looked at her wrist and tapped the face of her watch âOnly 15 minutes left and you wanted to try out something new didnât you?â
Y/N looked over at Conor, he was flat out, fast asleep again on the sofa, what the fuck?Â
Surely they couldn't be training that hard, they'd be knackered before the season started...
1 week later
âOh my God! Yes Colin, Oh Yes! Just let me ⌠I canât fucking breatheâŚ.â
Conor looked down at Marsha, she was a hot mess, lay on the floor, panting, sweating and her hand gripping onto his hips.
Conor strutted out, today had been a good day.
âI tell you, heâs knackered when he gets home, Poch is working him way too hard, itâs not fair. I know heâs young and gorgeous but where does Poch get off keeping him late almost every night and fucking working him so all heâs fit for when he gets home is a shower, food and sleep?â
Y/N was on the phone to Sarah, she knew she shouldnât complain about Conor being tired, sheâd most likely find Mase was the same, someone needed to have a word with the Coaches over at Cobham.
âY/N, Maseâs been home normal time. You know what theyâre like, trying to lure in the young girls to follow them on Instagram and everywhere, then the club will be complaining about instahoes, they canât win.â
Y/N felt better just speaking to someone about it, obviously in the past Mase had been subjected to the same regime and sheâd never heard Sarah complaining about the work load, she should keep quiet and be grateful he was still at a club he enjoyed.
Conor walked into the house and Y/N was sat on the sofa, phone in hand scrolling through pages of something and the TV was playing quietly in the background.
âBabe.â
Conor dropped onto the sofa next to her and immediately slid his hands under her sweatshirt,
âNo bra, bonus for me.â
He ran a thumb over her nipple and felt it harden under his touch, Y/N arched her back and moaned at the sensation from his thumb.
âConnnnnnnnnnâ
She turned her face and started to kiss him, her hands going straight into his hair, it felt damp, like heâd showered recently, but she couldnât think any further as heâd lifted her sweatshirt higher and had now latched his lips onto her breast.
âHave missed these so fuckin much.â
His mouth played with the soft skin, his tongue rolling over and over the erect nipple before he sucked it into his mouth again.
Y/N was so tempted to say theyâd been there for the last week but she knew not to spoil the moment, she was desperate to feel him, have him on her, in her, all over her, sheâd missed him so muchâŚ
She mewled as his hand dropped into her pants and his fingers entered her gently, softly rubbing at her, teasing her and bringing the reaction he wanted from her. Immediately her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs squeezing his hand in place.
âSomeone's needy.â
He kissed along her neck and up to her ear, his tongue dragging around the shell then he spoke slowly and lowly,
âNeed to fuck you, need to fuck you slowly and watch you come unravelled under me.â
Conor felt the whole of Y/N's body lift towards him as his fingers continued their task and his mouth assaulted her ears with filth.
âGonna let me fuck you babe? Let me make you scream my name? Want to turn you into a bad girl, make you naughty, make you let me do anything to you I want, you up for that babe? Letting me rail you into the bed?â
Y/N was losing her mind, his fingers were bringing her closer and closer to the finish line and sheâd never heard him talk so much filth, it was blowing her mind. Her hands grabbed at his hair, pulling his face to hers as she kissed him, all open mouthed and sloppy.
âDo it, anything, yeah, just, yeah, rail me Conâ
She moaned as he removed his fingers from her, lifted her from the sofa, and waited until she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, his mouth still assaulting her ears and her mouth fixed to his neck, licking and nipping, being careful not to leave any marksâŚ
Y/N lay, coated in sweat, hair stuck to her neck and forehead, panting, mouth dry, eyes squeezed shut.
âCon, please, please, just let meâŚ..â
She felt his mouth on her core again, his tongue again teasing her, lapping at her clit and then sucking it into his mouth, his fingers were dragging in and out of her, sheâd already orgasmed three times and she felt like her lower body was on fire from his constant attention.
âGive me one more babe and Iâll leave you aloneâ
Conor watched as she panted, heâd seriously never edged her or brought her to orgasm so many times together, nor in so many ways as he had tonight, all that was left..
âTurn over babe, come onâ
He eased her over, her body almost limp with how heâd been working her,
âSpread your legs babe, further, lift for me.â
He placed his dick to her core and eased himself in, hearing her moan as he entered her fully, she was bound to be sore, but he needed to do this, wanted to finish properly. Letting her get used to him there for a few seconds he then lifted her body so her back rested against his chest and he started thrusting into her, his tongue running along her neck, her shoulder, nipping and licking.
âWant you to come on my dick again babe, just this last time, come on. Youâre so good, so wet still, still full of me and all my licking, you enjoy that did ya? Liked me eating you out, bringing you off with my tongue and my fingers, such a dirty girl. Come on, come on babe.â
He was panting between words, sweat running from his head into his eyes, his hair hanging lank with sweat, his arms sliding against her sweaty body.
âCon, ConâŚâŚ Oh My GodâŚ.. Oh Jesusssssssssssssssssâ
She exploded all over him, her body shuddering with the intensity and he held her in place as she rode it out and he drove himself to his own finish line, breathing her name as he came, hugging her that impossible centimetre closer, swearing no one, no one could make him feel like she did.
Standing in the shower he washed her hair and then gently soaped her body, letting the water sooth her sore skin.
Lifting the towel from the shelf he wrapped her in it and lifted her up like a baby, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, brushing loose hair from her face.
âTake a nap babe, Iâm gonna go make some food.â
He bent down and kissed her forehead as her eyes closed. He couldnât understand how he wasnât asleep himself but somehow he had more energy, as he passed the mirror on the wall in the hallway he caught sight of himself and smirked, âthanks Marshaâ.
Y/N opened her eyesâŚâŚ. Who the fuck was Marsha and why did she deserve thanks? Her heart fell and she felt her stomach lurch but she couldnât move, he thought she was asleep and she needed to keep the pretence up.
âHi Sarah, is Mase home?â
Y/N felt sick making the call.
âYep, home and out doing something in the garden, probably practising his golf swing, it wonât be anything useful, why?â
Y/N took a deep breath
âDo you mind if I pop round, just to speak to Mase for a few minutes?â
âCourse, will Conor be with you? Do you want to stay for some food?â
Sarah heard a soft sob at the other end of the line, âY/N you okay babe?â
Y/N gulped a sob down,Â
âI just need to speak to Maseâ
Mason was sat opposite a distraught Y/N who was now being cuddled by Sarah to try and help ease the sobbing,
âSo let me get this straight, for a couple of weeks heâs been coming home late some days, knackered, blaming the media team and training?â
Y/N nodded and watched as Mason flicked a look at Sarah.
âHas he been working with anyone in particular? Doing something in particular?â
Mason was baffled.
Y/N shook her head,
âJust stuff, media, club wanted more content for on line due to all the new guysâ
She looked at Mason and felt her fear increase
âHeâs lying isnât he? Heâs not at work is he?â
She looked from Mason to Sarah and both just stared back at her. Mason paused before he spoke. Â
âLook Y/N this is Conor weâre talking about, the man doesnât even look at the Instagram girls when weâre at SGP, heâs solid.â Sarah locked eyes with him and huffed out, âAnd you do?â
Mason swallowed and waved his hand âWeâre here helping Y/N out, donât make it about us.â
Sarah opened her eyes wide and mouthed âlater misterâ. Mason nodded then wished heâd kept his mouth shut.
âWell, heâs going somewhere, whoâs Marsha?â
Y/N watched Mason for any reaction at all.
âHuh?â
He just shrugged and looked at both Sarah and Y/N.
âNot a clue, who is Marsha?â
Y/N started crying afresh.
âI dunno, but last night he thanked her after weâd had probably the most intense sex weâve ever had since weâve been together. He doesnât know I heard him, but as he walked through the hallway upstairs he said âthanks Marshaâ and went downstairsâ
Mason cursed under his breath and rubbed his stubble,
âIâm sorry Y/N, I have no idea and the last thing I want to do is start asking the lads because someone will most likely blab about it and then wellâŚ.â
He shrugged.
âSo basically heâs shagging about and came home last night to share all his tricks.â
Y/N was shaking with temper now as she cried,
âI knew eventually this would happen, I knew heâd listen to all the chat in the locker room, heâd hear how such a girl did this and how such a bloke did that, he was bound to get bored of me, bound to want more of the other stuff.â
She completely broke down and leaned into Sarah who looked at Mason over her head and mouthed âyouâre all dickheadsâ to which he mouthed âI havenât fucking done anythingâ and Sarah mouthed back âyet dickheadâ which caused Mason to stand up, grab his golf club, pat Y/N on the shoulder and storm outside. Heâd fucking kill Conor when this got sorted.
âI seriously canât thank you enough, whatever youâre charging is not enough, you need to double it.â
Conor leaned forward and placed a kiss on Marsha's cheek, smiling as she closed her eyes quickly as he did.
âYou are an absolute darling and if you ever find you need help again with, you know, anything, my door is always open, at an agreed price obviously.â
She laughed as she watched him gather up his clothes and place them in his bag, then running his fingers through his hair to make sure it was straight. She wished all her clientele were as handsome and nimble as he was, her job would be an absolute dream.
He turned and gave her that perfect teeth smile,
âThanks Marsha.â
And he walked out, leaving her a little damp between her legsâŚ..
Y/N sat on the sofa, her back was ramrod straight and her eyes were fixed on the door. Sheâd been sat like this for the past two hours and as time ticked by her temper was rising to boiling point.Â
She may not be the prettiest, the slimmest, the funniest, have the most hair extensions, biggest lips, longest lashes, but what she did have was a kind heart, a good brain and her integrity and no one, not Conor Gallagher, not even the King of England was stripping her of that. If Conor wanted to shag about then so be it, but she wasnât the type of person to sit at home and take whatever scraps he threw her way, he could just fuck right on off if he thought that was going to happen!
âHey!â
Conor closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes and walking into the lounge only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Y/N sitting like his old school headmistress.
âBabe?â
Y/N felt her insides bubble up and she fixed a hard stare on Conor's face.
âDonât you fucking babe me, where have you been?â
She watched Conor's adams apple bob in his neck.
âWork.â
His eyes never left her face, she took a shuddering deep breath, he was now lying to her face!
âLiar!â
Conor's eyes widened and he went to take a step forward but Y/N stood up and put a hand out in front silently telling him not to move.
âDonât you fucking dare take another step forward Gallagher, Iâm calling bullshit on everything youâve told me the last couple of weeks and until you start giving me the truth you can just get your skanky trainers back on, pick up your stinking bag and piss off from our house.â
She could feel herself shaking, knew heâd be able to see it, but she was so proud of herself for not crying.
âBaâŚ.. Y/N, please? What the hell is all this about?â He couldnât let this happen not after last night, not after⌠âPlease.â
She shook her head,
âFuck off Conor, Iâm not playing second fiddle to no Instahoe, Iâve booked an appointment at the STD clinic for tomorrow, I need to make sure youâve not infected me with anything, I at least still have some moralsâ
âSTDâŚ? Ba (she raised her eyebrow) Y/N, please, honestly, thereâs no need, Iâm clean, you know we get tested all the fucking time, how can youâŚ.?â
âYou get tested but does she?â
She spat the words out as she folded her arms trying to stop them from shaking.
Conor swallowed again, confused, upset, sweatingâŚ.
âShe? Who the fuck is she?â
He was getting frustrated too and his voice was rising.
âMarshaaaaaaaaaaaaaâ
Y/N elongated the name and watched his face blanche.
âMarsha? Ah, I can explain thaâŚ..â
âI bet you fucking can, I tell you what Conor, explain it to someone who wants to listen because Iâm bored of your bullshit. I thought after all this time the least you would have done was tell me you were wanting out of the relationship, but oh no, not Conor bloody goody two shoes Gallagher, oh no, he decides heâll just fuck about and act as though nothing is happening. Twat! I hate you.â
She felt the first tear spill from her eye and as she went to wipe it away another appeared, then another, and she huffed out an angry breath.
âJust piss off Conor, Iâve contacted an agency and Iâm viewing some places tomorrow, once Iâm out you can move back in, until then can you please go bury yourself under a rock somewhere so I donât have to see your sickening face any more.â
Conor watched as she walked upstairs stopping halfway to say,Â
âLeave your keys on the table, Iâll let Mason know when Iâm out so you can come in and collect some stuff until I leaveâ
Conor was numb, heâd never seen her so angry, so direct, so distraught and he was the one who had caused it. His heart brokeâŚ. It was meant to be fun, confidence building, then he was meant to make her feel betterâŚ. but he hadnât, heâd destroyed everything.
âAre you shitting me mate?â
Mason was sat across from Conor nursing an orange juice which he wished was a large vodka.
âIf I help you out Sarah will not only castrate me sheâll probably throw me out too. She almost destroyed my golf clubs when I mentioned Instagram girls the other day, I swear, I feared for them and me, so no mate, I canât help you. Why not ask Chilly, he loves a bit of danger, he lives with Annie for fucks sake!â
âYeah course mate, when dâya want me to sort it, Y/N always liked me, sheâll be happy to have me help her out.â
He wiggled his eyebrows as he finished and Conor felt his stomach flip, Ben was so not the person to help out. A woman in distress to Ben is like an open invite to a garden party he just has to RSVP to and âhelloâ said woman is riding his dickâŚ..Â
âLook itâs okay Ben, Iâll get someone else to help out, Iâm trying to save my fucking relationship here, not offer my girlfriend up on a plate for you to dick her and dump herâ
Conor could feel his temper rising, he just needed a small favour was it really too fucking much to ask?
âEasy boy! I can help without any messing, Iâm smooth when I want to beâ
Ben smiled and Conors heart dropped, he really had no other optionâŚ. God Help Him!
âIâm really sorry for calling you darling but Conor was adamant I bring this specific shirt and for the life of me I canât find it, or his bloody special long hair shampoo, what the fuck kinda bloke has special hair shampoo⌠Iâm losing my fucking mind here in your bathroom, Iâve never seen so many products.â
Y/N listened to the frustration in Ben's voice, heâd told her Mason had taken Conor golfing and so Ben was sent with a list of items to collect so there was no chance of Conor and Y/N running into each other.
Y/N was out for lunch with friends who were all being sympathetic and understanding which is just what she needed just now, so Ben's call was just about as inconvenient as it could get.
âLook Ben, just leave the list, Iâll get it all together and you can collect it all tomorrow, okay?â
Ben heard the reply and his heart sank, Conor hadnât told him what to do if she suggested this, only what to say to get her to the house.
âErrrr, what about, I come and pick you up, bring you here, get the stuff together then I drop you back⌠30 minutes max and lucky me Iâll get to see that fit blonde friend of yours, yeah, that works for me, is she still single by the way?â
Y/N sighed down the phone,
âShe is single, you arenât, you have Annie in your house Ben, remember?â
Ben half laughed.
âYou say potatoes, I say patatas.â
âBenjamin! This! This is why Conor is a lost cause! Just hurry up and get here, do not get out of the car, do not look at any of my friends, do not make contact with any of them via Instagram, do you understand me?â
Ben nodded then realised she couldnât see him down the phone so he answered herÂ
âUnderstood, and on my way.â
âJust sit there and Iâll go get the bag from upstairs now we have everything and Iâll take you back to your friends, who I have to say, all looked lovely today,â
Ben smiled at Y/N's frown and made his way upstairs, sending the text on his phone and removing the headphones as instructed from his pocket, switching on the music he stepped into the guest room and closed the door.
Y/N sat on a dining chair, the silence was killing her. She looked at her watch, she really needed to get back to her friends.
All of a sudden Blurred Lines started playing through the music system and she made to stand up but two hands rested on her shoulders and eased her back down.
His mouth was as close to her ear as it could get without actually touching, the song words dripping from his lips and despite her best judgement she felt her thighs clench and her pants become damp, her eyes closing at the sensation of his breath on her.Â
His hands were slowly massaging her shoulders and easing their way down to her breasts finally resting just above her low cut top, her skin tingling under is touch and her breathing becoming more rapid.
If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say
If you can't read, from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind
OK, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animalÂ
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your mate
And that's why I'm gon' take you
She saw his leg swing around from the back, straight in front of her and between her own legs, and in one movement he was stood there, all white button down shirt and the tightest denims sheâd ever seen him in, her eyes travelled up and down him twice before she reached his face, his eyes were dark and they were fixed on her face.
He gyrated his hips towards her, his hands back on her shoulder but stroking up and down her chest, teasing her with the promise he was going to touch her breast, but he didnât.
She watched as he bent his legs at the knees, bringing his crotch so close to her body she was sure it touched her, but he moved it back and repeated the move, ghosting her body with his groin, silently asking her to meet him half way with her own, she ran a tongue along her lips, suddenly realising how dry they were, or was she salivating looking at him moving like liquid sex in front of her. He continued singing the song, his mouth close to hers as he said the words. Telling her he knew her, knew what he was doing, knew this would be driving her crazy with want...
Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
He spread her legs with his hands, running them up to her thighs and back down again, his eyes boring into hers as he did. She gasped as he ducked his head, making a wave motion with his body as he face dived into her groin then back out, his hands resting on the side of the chair as he repeated the action, his legs spread out at the back of him, resting on his toes and his thighs straining against the denims.
Y/N bit her lip, she was sure any minute now she was going to come and heâd smell it, she was shameless.
I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
He dropped to the floor and writhed with his back on the floor and his hips rising and falling as he sang the words, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs and his eyes closing slowly as he breathed the words out.
Fuck she wanted him, she wanted to slip from the chair and just take his dick into her mouth she was so turned on, but as she thought about it he knelt up quickly in one move and placed his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart an d slowly rising up on his legs until he had moved his body in one wave up towards her face and his groin sat just below her chin. Y/N wanted to poke her tongue out and just lick, just a small taste, just something to ease the frustration she was feeling now.
His hands came up to his shirt and he slowly ran his fingers in and out of the buttons, his eyes never leaving her face, his mouth still breathing the song out.
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest b**** in this place!
I feel so lucky
You wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me?
Hey!
He lifted her hands to his shirt and ran them down, watching as she closed her eyes and her tongue again licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her, devour her, lay her down and just fuck herâŚ.. but not yet.
He dragged her hands slowly, so slowly down the cotton shirt, letting her feel his toned body underneath, letting her imagine the sweat she could feel on the fabric.
As she sighed at the feel of his body he upped the anti -
Standing bolt upright he thrust his hips forward with his hands over hers he eased them from his shirt onto his denim clad hips, down the side of his hips, along his thighs, then briefly, ghosted them over his groin so she could get a very short very slight feel of his erection being held captive within the tight denim.
OK, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your mate
And that's why I'm gon' take you
Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
As she watched her hands being led along his lower body like an artist with a paintbrush, he whipped around and her hands were suddenly caressing his firm buttocks, oh god, she wanted to sink her teeth onto them, wanted to leave a mark and then lick over it, stroking it whilst he thrust into her.
He bent forward, keeping his legs straight and then straightened himself up, moving his hands up his legs and letting them rest on his waist, spinning back around and letting her see where his fingers sat, how they were teasing the button through on his denims, how they eased the further buttons open, parting the end of the white shirt so she could clearly see within his pants, revealing no underwear, just a light covering of hair that she knew led to the holy grail...
You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers slowly popping one button at a time, then they stopped and they came to her face, slowly easing her mouth closed she wasnât aware was gaping, and he lowered his head and ghosted the softest of kisses against her lips and she meltedâŚ.
And she cameâŚ..
A long low moan leaving her mouth and a shudder running through her body as she felt the fluid run from her centreâŚ
And he hadnât finished yet!
His hands travelled to his shirt and he started at the top, opening first one button, then two, then as if he lost patience he just pulled and the buttons popped off or ripped open, Y/N gasped as his body was at last there in all its toned glory for her to see, she wanted to run her fingers over his ribs, down to his V line and follow the trail, she wanted him so badly.
Two hands dragged his shirt from his denims, letting it hang from his shoulders to the side of his sweat coated body.
A taste was all she wanted, she wanted to lick along the line of sweat she was following from his breast to his hip, she leaned forward, tongue starting to peep from between her lips, but her movement caused him to step back, wagging a finger at her as he continued with the song, which she now hated, how many fucking verses did this thing have!?
But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
Shake your rump
Get down
Get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What, you don't like work?
Hey!
Baby, can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
Bending down he picked something up and she heard a low pop, allowing her eyes to deviate from his body she looked at his hands and her mouth made an O as he rubbed his hands together and then started to smear baby oil over his torso, leaning his head back as if standing under a shower, biting at his lip as his own fingers ran across his nipples and down towards his waist then back up easing his shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the floor, her eyes followed it and wished she were it and he could fall on top of her.
His eyes flashed open as Y/N whined at his actions, her hands splayed out on her thighs which were rubbing together trying to give the friction she was desperate for after having come once already. He stopped and lifted her hands, placing them on his skin, letting her rub along his body, the oil oozing through her fingers. Turning slowly he let her rub the little oil from her hands onto his back, then turning back again he bent his body, placing his hands either side of her onto the chair and lowering his face towards her groin, smelling her personal scent at the same time as she continued to massage along his shoulders.
No more pretending
Cause now your winning
Here's our beginning
I always wanted a
Good girl!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Stepping back he shifted his stance, legs closer together, hands atop the waistband of the denims, the last few buttons were flicked through quickly and Y/N bit her lip, she may combust by the time these denims were removed, she knew what lay within and God she wanted it so badly.
You're a good girl!
Can't let it get past me
Me fall from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines!
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Slowly, so slowly, he eased the denim down, the oil on his hands leaving a trail along his thighs, his knees, his calves, she followed every centimetre of the journey, watching his fingers pry the fabric along his limbs, watch the material bunch and fold as it exposed his body, his legs that ran miles every day, that allowed her to ride him, took her weight when she got tired on top, allowed her to sit on him to enjoy a cuddle. Those legs were priceless and they felt so good under her body, behind her or either side of her when they shagged.
Then he was stepping out of his jeans, lifting them and dropping them to the side, standing up, naked, hard bodied, hard erection, and hers.
His eyes met hers and he licked his lips, running a hand along his shaft and emitting a low moan letting his eyes close lazily.
But you're a good girl!
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
The words had stopped coming from his mouth and the last verse was sung from the speakers and she stood up and covered his hand with hers, the oil making the journey up and down his erection easy and he sighed as she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand went into her hair, then down to her dress, lifting it over her head and making short work of removing all underwear.
Dropping to the floor he eased himself between her legs, teasing her with the tip of his dick and licking along her lips.
âDonât teaseâ
She tried to thrust herself up to slide him inside her, but he shifted his hips back and licked along her jaw,
âYou love the tease, thatâs what's got you wet, thatâs what you wanted, isn't it?â
He kissed up to her ear and breathed across it.
âI heard your conversation, youâre not the only one who can overhear things. Marsha taught me how to strip, how to tease, how to please you without touching. Sheâs 60 if sheâs a day but sheâs good at her job.â
He was speaking so quietly against her ear, she was struggling to hear him over her own panting and his breathy words.
âIâm sorryâ
She almost got a sentence out but his finger rested against her lips,
âStop, let me love you.â
He lowered himself onto her and into her, his hands taking her and holding them above her head as he slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her building to her peak as he nibbled along her neck, down to her breasts and all the while telling her he loved her, only her, only ever her and then she fell, a long deep moan slipping from her as she tightened around him bring him along with her, how could she ever doubt him?
They lay side by side, clothes strewn around them and rig full of oil from Conor's body, oblivious to time or changing temperature, but then
âCan I come down yet? Iâm bloody starving and I need to get homeâ
Conor looked over at Y/N and they both laughed, grabbing something to cover certain body parts they watched as Ben held his hand against his eyes at an angle so he couldnât see them and left the house.
Y/N ran a finger down Conor's torso,
âYou know, you could always strip for a job if your football doesnât work out but they do 2 shows a day at weekend you know, and today is Sunday so come on, get dressed, time for the main eventâ
Conor laughed and picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs
âIâll give you a main event missy and I donât need to be stripping to do it...â
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3s A Charm
First time posting here so please be gentle with me. I wrote this little fic for a friend who is mad about Ben Chilwell and basically just wanted smut. This is all twisted fantasy from my twisted mind, I honestly have no inclination to how, what Mr Chilwell is like in bed! This fic is about consensual sex between 2 adults M&F. Its pretty tame in comparison to some so don't get too excited. If you're not 18 I suggest you leave this page.
Warnings - language, sex, slight tormenting.
Word Count 3156.
âBennnnnnnnnâ
Her nails dragged across his back as she moaned out his name.
He half smiled to himself at her actions, same response, different chick.
âJust hang on a little longer for me babe, just let me get there with youâ
Benâs hips drove into her at a harsh rate, his breathing heavy and his leg muscles feeling the workout he was giving them.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, theyâd been tumbling and pawing at each other for hours, starting with a slight rub on the thigh whilst out for dinner with friends, then dancing or humping against each other in the nightclub for a couple of hours, only to end up all handsy and necking each other in the Uber travelling back to Ben's like 2 teenagers.
When they finally reached his house and the door closed behind them Ben had pushed her up against the nearest wall, (always a fan favourite heâd thought smugly to himself). His hands had pushed up into her long dark hair and heâd feasted on her mouth, his tongue driving in between her lips and taking no prisoners once he did. Sheâd let him, sheâd welcomed the intrusion, the way he dominated her, the way his hands gripped her hips, dragged her thighs up around his waist and banged her back against the wall with such force sheâd shrieked out in shock.
âIâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you tonight, Iâm gonna make sure when you leave tomorrow youâll be sore for daysâ
His mouth nestled against her ear as he spoke slow and deep, each word clear as a bell, and the reaction it gave her was a full body shudder and a clenching of her core like heâd already entered her.
She dropped her head back and it hit the wall,
âI look forward to it Chillyâ
So here they were, in his bedroom, naked, sweaty and into round 3 of his promise. She honestly thought he was all talk, but she now knew he was definitely a man of his word!
Round 1.
The first orgasm had arrived approximately 10 minutes after setting the challenge when heâd stripped her in the lounge, dropped her onto the sofa and eaten her out whilst her legs sat on either of his shoulders. He was talented on the pitch, but it literally bore no measure to the skill he had with his tongue. He was relentless, licking, biting, sucking and eventually adding his fingers to the equation and having her screaming his name out whilst he held her down on the sofa underneath his mouth.
As she tried to catch her breath sheâd brushed the sweat soaked hair from his forehead back and looked him in the eye as he smiled at her, his mouth, chin and nose glistening from the rewards of his ministrations.
âWow, Benjamin, you should licence that tongue of yours, its should be listed as a lethal weaponâ she breathed out.
He laughed and lifted her from the sofa, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist,
âBabe, you havenât had my cock yet, now thatâs a lethal weaponâ
Round 2.
Heâd lay her on his bed and crawled his way between her legs, his hands drawing slowly up her legs skirting around her sensitive area and travelling on up over her stomach towards her breast where he started rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then removing one hand he lowered his head and let his oh so talented mouth take over, his tongue lapping at the hard little nub, then his teeth raked across it then nipped it,making her gasp in pain and pleasure as he removed his mouth, replaced it with his thumb and forefinger and then repeated on the opposite breast. He could hear her moaning lowly, her breathing had sped up slightly and her thighs were now rubbing together.
âYou like that babe?â
He spoke in between licking at the nipple he had been torturing with his tongue and teeth. She was biting her bottom lip, and she just nodded her head in response.
He smiled, he did like a silent partnerâŚ..
He crawled up higher and his mouth started working on her neck, just at the point where it met her shoulder, the fleshy edge where there was plenty of pliable skin for him to nip and suck and generally mark at will.
âBen, pleaseâ
Her voice was a low moan, breathy and sultry.
âBabe?â
He never stopped,his mouth attached to her neck, now just below her ear, his tongue gently licking around the shell.
âPlease, Justtttttâ
He nipped at the front of her neck, licking afterwards to ease the slight pain.
âBabe?â
He was letting her hang there, her thighs could start a fire they were rubbing together so much, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, his back, into his hair, she was becoming undone and all he was doing was teasing her.
The feeling of power it gave him made his cock twitch and his adrenalin kick up another level.
âSpeak to me babeâ
He felt her shuddering breath as she tried to pull herself together enough to speak more than 2 words, but she was struggling because heâd moved back to her breasts and he was suckling on one, sucking it so deep into his mouth his nose was against her chest and could run his tongue all the way around it whilst it nestled within the cavity.
âPleeeeease, Bennnnnnn, neeeeeeeeeeed âŚâŚâŚâŚ neeeeeeeeeeed to comeâ
She was gripping his hair tightly, allowing him the freedom to assault her body and bring her closer, slowly, so slowly to her climax, but she needed it now, the fire was building far too slowly for her.
His mouth came off her breast with a loud âpopâ and she shivered underneath him,
âFuck!â
Ben smiled, this was too easy at timesâŚ.
His hand skimmed her stomach then danced across her slick closely manicured core, feeling it twitch slightly as he teased it without actually entering the gateway.
âWant me to touch you there babe?â
He kissed and sucked on her stomach as he left the question hanging in the air. He felt her stomach muscles contract as he did and then felt the deep breath she took
âPlease, oh god, yesâ
She was gripping at the sheets on the bed, her legs had fallen wide apart from her knees and she was panting, the sweat now visible on her face, her make-up an abstract impression of what it had started out as.
âYour wish my command, blah, blah, blahâ
Ben opened her legs the impossible inch more and drove 2 fingers deep within her without prior warning, her back arched and she cried out loudly, one arm rising and flopping across her eyes
âOh God! Oh God!â
Ben watched as his fingers were sucked into her, the slick she was providing making movement back and forth so easy, she was so tight, so wet, so willingâŚ..
He added a third finger, twisting them and then digging them in, searching for the softness he knew was the holy grail, Her legs shook, her back arched again and her hands were grabbing at anything they could reach
âThere! There! JesusâŚ. Yes!â
And there it was, just at the end of his fingertip, he nudged it, stroked it, and generally pushed her over the edge of the cliff. He was rewarded with her core tightening around him so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in his fingers. The bed was soaked with her fluids and her body was limp from the experience.
He withdrew the digits and moved himself between her legs, feeling her jitter a little as his hips hit her sensitive middle as he moved. He lifted his fingers to her mouth and watched as she opened it slowly, her eyes heavy with post orgasm exhaustion.
âClean me up babe, Iâm gonna need them soonâ
He lay watching her as she lapped at his fingers, drawing them into her mouth to let her tongue roll around them then push them out again.
She looked fucked-out, and Ben loved it.
Round 3.
âI canât Ben, Iâm done, I need to sleepâ
He pulled her up from the bed sheets and hugged her to his chest,
âYou can sleep later, I promiseâ
He wrapped his arms around her and brought his head down to kiss her, a long lingering, kiss that held the promise of so much more to come. His tongue pushed against her lips and she sighed as she let him in, hearing a low huff of a laugh as she did,
âDonât be a fucker Ben, Youâve worn me out, weâre not all professional athletes you knowâ
He moved his head back and locked eyes with her,
âPoor baby, doesnât want to be fucked by the professional athlete, says she can âgo all nightâ but actually sheâs all talkâ
He nudged her with his nose and let her flop back onto the bed as he looked down at her hoping his goading was enough to at least get another round out of her.
He watched as she huffed out a breath and sat up, her plumped up lips set in the straightest line she could manage whilst her eyes were angry slits
âFuck off Ben! I can go all night with a normal human being, not one whoâs intent on breaking me. How would you like it if I teased you and had you orgasming every 20 minutes? Youâd want to rest tooâ
Sheâd now folded her arms across her enhanced chest and flicked her hair extensions over her shoulder where they lay limp due to sweat.
Ben smirked at her and then lifted his arms, fisting his hands and pretending to rub his eyes with them
âBoo Hoo, Poor me, some nasty man is trying to have sex with me by having lots of foreplay and teasing before we fuck and I canât take itâ
He spoke in a mocking tone and his stare backed it up.
She pushed at his chest
âHow would you like it eh? Big Ben Chilwell?â
He sat up face to face with her and nodded at her whilst beckoning her with his hands
âBring it on Princessâ
He watched as her face showed the thoughts flashing in her mind then she moved round and her face set,
âLie back Chilwellâ
Ben smirked and lay down on his back, placing his arms behind his head and watched as she manoeuvred herself between his legs. She looked at him from under her ultra long lashes as she pulled her hair back, removing the hair bobble from around her wrist and tied it back.
Ben let out a small laugh âLet the fuckin games beginâ
He watched as she lowered her head, her pink tongue peaking out from her lips and then he felt it run under his penis, he held his breath, he needed to hold it together.
Her hands gripped the base of his dick and she ran her long nails up one side and down the other, she felt him breathe in
âThat okay for you Chilly?â
He looked at her and smiled,
âFine Princess, you just carry onâ
He focused his mind on his shopping list, he must remember to order sommmmmmmmmme dishwasher tablettttttttttttttttttts
She smoothed her lips down his dick and then dragged her tongue back up whilst keeping her mouth over it, gathering spit within her mouth she let it drip onto him then replaced her mouth with her hand, the movement of it up and down his now hard member was so much easier now it was wet. She was determined to get a response from him, so far all sheâd seen was indifference.
She took him in her mouth, sucking, licking and letting her saliva coat him, then she sucked harder, letting him drop further back into her throat, her slight gag reflex hitting and there it was, his legs tense under her hands and as she looked up from under her lashes she saw him bite his lip. She repeated it again, only this time she let his dick sit against her throat and as she pulled him out she hummed along it,
âFuuuuckâ
His hand went to the back of her head and gripped her ponytail.
âDo that againâ
He thrust up and she smirked as she lowered her head again, repeating the actions, feeling him twitch, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue, she felt him get harder, and his grip got tighter in her hair. He was huffing out breaths and swearing, promising her the world if she let him come in her throat, his legs were shaking, a slight sheen of sweat had appeared on them.
âThatâs it, oh yeah, justâŚ.. take it babeâŚ. just once moreâŚ. juâŚâŚâŚ.. what the fucâŚâŚâŚ..â
âPopâ
She let him drop from her lips and she sat back, her hands now stroking his thighs, her eyes looking at his face that now carried a frown.
âBabe?â
âChilly?â
âBabe, you canât, I mean, I let you come, I got you off twiceâ
He held up 2 fingers as he spoke. 2 shaky fingers she noted.
âYou did babe (She emphasised the word) but then you teased me lots, and you were mean afterwardsâ
She stuck out her bottom lip and made a baby face
âIt sucks to be you at the moment doesnât it Chilly?â
As she spoke she crawled up from between his legs to his chest, playing with his nipples, running her too long, too sharp nails across them, making him sink a little deeper into the mattress.
âDâyou not like that Chilly? Not like having your sensitive nipples played with or teased?, Poor baby, poor professional athlete. Says he likes to âexperiment and experience different thingsâ but actually, he doesnât want to do anything that might âhurtâ him. Poor babyâ
She smirked at him as she spoke, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she eased herself back a little then grabbed his dick and slid herself down onto it. Her reaction was a long deep sigh and his was a guttural moan that reverberated through his chest and she felt it on her hands resting there.
âFuuuuuck, babeâ
His hands came to her hips as she started riding him, her legs tight against him and her hands still resting on his chest.
Feeling her legs stating to shake she lifted herself, much to his dismay and turned herself around, facing his knees and sinking back onto him.
âJesus babe, youâre killing meâ
She laughed in between panting breaths
âThatâs the aim Chillyâ
He bent his knees and she gripped onto them, banging herself down onto him, feeling her own orgasm pitching as she did, the angle just perfect for her clit.
He felt her shudder, felt her start to clench around him, he was almost there, just a short minute behind her, she was good, she was so good and then
âOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssssssssssssssâ
She came thick and fast all over his dick, squeezing and leaking all over him. Her legs held him tight, her hands clawing at his legs and as quick as she came, she scrambled off him. Turning quickly and locking eyes with him.
âThat was sooo goodâ
He sat up and shook his head, his rock hard dick sat against his stomach, pre-cum oozing from it as he looked at her
âNot for everyone involved it wasnât. You canât leave me like this?â He looked down at himself as did she and then they looked at each other.
He was quick, he grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed, quickly placing himself between her legs and using his own thighs to keep them open.
âItâs not over yet Princess, lie back and enjoy the rideâ
He pushed his engorged member into her and watched as she grimaced a little, he knew sheâd be over stimulated, but so was he!
He gave her a few seconds before he moved, easing himself back out, then back in.
âYou okay there babe?â
She nodded her head and brought her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back.
âLetâs see what youâve got Chillyâ
âSânot fair really Princess, youâve edged me for the past while, I dunno how long I can lastâ
He knew he wasnât going to last long and that gave him anxiety, he loved to have control, to decide when, how and how long it took.
âExcuses excuses Chilly. All part of your professional athlete lifestyle eh?â
She watched as his face changed, sheâd hit a nerve.
He grabbed her legs and pushed her knees back almost folding her in half, giving him maximum access so he could go deep.
She gasped as he drove into her, expletives slipping from his mouth as he did, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair onto her chest.
Suddenly he stopped.
Withdrew
Flipped her over and slipped back into her, her slick folds enveloping him like a welcome visitor.
He placed his arms under her stomach and lifted her hips up, giving him a better angle, he knew he was hitting all the right spots as she was gulping for air, gripping at his arms and her head kept dropping forwards.
His thrusts were strong, stronger than she thought heâd manage after the previous play. She could feel him hitting her g spot, pounding into her like he was drilling for oil.
âChillyâŚ.. PleaseâŚ. Iâm gonnaâŚâŚ..â
He heard her and he knew heâd won. He used one arm to lift her upper body so her back was against his chest, he felt her arm slip around the back of his neck, he slipped his hand lower and started to rub against her clit, circles, long strokes, then circles until he felt her fluttering, her legs shaking, her body starting to move and twistâŚ.
And she cameâŚ.
And he cameâŚ.. groaning loudly at the final release, feeling the tension leave his body as he emptied himself into her. He mentally hi-fived himself for checking she was clean and on birth control because the way this had played out stopping to put a condom on would not have worked out.
âNow can I sleep?â
They had finished the clean-up and were both lay in bed looking at the ceiling. Ben turned to her and smirked.
âIf you must, but I have training early tomorrow, so will be waking you up early tooâ
She looked at him with wide eyes
âI can get myself up and dressed and call a cab, why do I need to get up so early?â
Ben laughed and stroked down her face with his knuckle
âNo professional athlete does exercise without a pre- warm up babeâ
As she turned over and he snuggled against her back he heard her say
âYouâre an animal Chillyâ
That made him smile.
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3s A Charm
First time posting here so please be gentle with me. I wrote this little fic for a friend who is mad about Ben Chilwell and basically just wanted smut.
This is all twisted fantasy from my twisted mind, I honestly have no inclination to how, what Mr Chilwell is like in bed!
This fic is about consensual sex between 2 adults M&F. Its pretty tame in comparison to some so don't get too excited.
If you're not 18 I suggest you leave this page.
Warnings - language, sex, slight tormenting.
Word Count 3156.
âBennnnnnnnnâ
Her nails dragged across his back as she moaned out his name.
He half smiled to himself at her actions, same response, different chick.
âJust hang on a little longer for me babe, just let me get there with youâ
Benâs hips drove into her at a harsh rate, his breathing heavy and his leg muscles feeling the workout he was giving them.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, theyâd been tumbling and pawing at each other for hours, starting with a slight rub on the thigh whilst out for dinner with friends, then dancing or humping against each other in the nightclub for a couple of hours, only to end up all handsy and necking each other in the Uber travelling back to Ben's like 2 teenagers.
When they finally reached his house and the door closed behind them Ben had pushed her up against the nearest wall, (always a fan favourite heâd thought smugly to himself). His hands had pushed up into her long dark hair and heâd feasted on her mouth, his tongue driving in between her lips and taking no prisoners once he did. Sheâd let him, sheâd welcomed the intrusion, the way he dominated her, the way his hands gripped her hips, dragged her thighs up around his waist and banged her back against the wall with such force sheâd shrieked out in shock.
âIâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you tonight, Iâm gonna make sure when you leave tomorrow youâll be sore for daysâ
His mouth nestled against her ear as he spoke slow and deep, each word clear as a bell, and the reaction it gave her was a full body shudder and a clenching of her core like heâd already entered her.
She dropped her head back and it hit the wall,
âI look forward to it Chillyâ
So here they were, in his bedroom, naked, sweaty and into round 3 of his promise. She honestly thought he was all talk, but she now knew he was definitely a man of his word!
Round 1.
The first orgasm had arrived approximately 10 minutes after setting the challenge when heâd stripped her in the lounge, dropped her onto the sofa and eaten her out whilst her legs sat on either of his shoulders. He was talented on the pitch, but it literally bore no measure to the skill he had with his tongue. He was relentless, licking, biting, sucking and eventually adding his fingers to the equation and having her screaming his name out whilst he held her down on the sofa underneath his mouth.
As she tried to catch her breath sheâd brushed the sweat soaked hair from his forehead back and looked him in the eye as he smiled at her, his mouth, chin and nose glistening from the rewards of his ministrations.
âWow, Benjamin, you should licence that tongue of yours, its should be listed as a lethal weaponâ she breathed out.
He laughed and lifted her from the sofa, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist,
âBabe, you havenât had my cock yet, now thatâs a lethal weaponâ
Round 2.
Heâd lay her on his bed and crawled his way between her legs, his hands drawing slowly up her legs skirting around her sensitive area and travelling on up over her stomach towards her breast where he started rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then removing one hand he lowered his head and let his oh so talented mouth take over, his tongue lapping at the hard little nub, then his teeth raked across it then nipped it,making her gasp in pain and pleasure as he removed his mouth, replaced it with his thumb and forefinger and then repeated on the opposite breast. He could hear her moaning lowly, her breathing had sped up slightly and her thighs were now rubbing together.
âYou like that babe?â
He spoke in between licking at the nipple he had been torturing with his tongue and teeth. She was biting her bottom lip, and she just nodded her head in response.
He smiled, he did like a silent partnerâŚ..
He crawled up higher and his mouth started working on her neck, just at the point where it met her shoulder, the fleshy edge where there was plenty of pliable skin for him to nip and suck and generally mark at will.
âBen, pleaseâ
Her voice was a low moan, breathy and sultry.
âBabe?â
He never stopped,his mouth attached to her neck, now just below her ear, his tongue gently licking around the shell.
âPlease, Justtttttâ
He nipped at the front of her neck, licking afterwards to ease the slight pain.
âBabe?â
He was letting her hang there, her thighs could start a fire they were rubbing together so much, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, his back, into his hair, she was becoming undone and all he was doing was teasing her.
The feeling of power it gave him made his cock twitch and his adrenalin kick up another level.
âSpeak to me babeâ
He felt her shuddering breath as she tried to pull herself together enough to speak more than 2 words, but she was struggling because heâd moved back to her breasts and he was suckling on one, sucking it so deep into his mouth his nose was against her chest and could run his tongue all the way around it whilst it nestled within the cavity.
âPleeeeease, Bennnnnnn, neeeeeeeeeeed âŚâŚâŚâŚ neeeeeeeeeeed to comeâ
She was gripping his hair tightly, allowing him the freedom to assault her body and bring her closer, slowly, so slowly to her climax, but she needed it now, the fire was building far too slowly for her.
His mouth came off her breast with a loud âpopâ and she shivered underneath him,
âFuck!â
Ben smiled, this was too easy at timesâŚ.
His hand skimmed her stomach then danced across her slick closely manicured core, feeling it twitch slightly as he teased it without actually entering the gateway.
âWant me to touch you there babe?â
He kissed and sucked on her stomach as he left the question hanging in the air. He felt her stomach muscles contract as he did and then felt the deep breath she took
âPlease, oh god, yesâ
She was gripping at the sheets on the bed, her legs had fallen wide apart from her knees and she was panting, the sweat now visible on her face, her make-up an abstract impression of what it had started out as.
âYour wish my command, blah, blah, blahâ
Ben opened her legs the impossible inch more and drove 2 fingers deep within her without prior warning, her back arched and she cried out loudly, one arm rising and flopping across her eyes
âOh God! Oh God!â
Ben watched as his fingers were sucked into her, the slick she was providing making movement back and forth so easy, she was so tight, so wet, so willingâŚ..
He added a third finger, twisting them and then digging them in, searching for the softness he knew was the holy grail, Her legs shook, her back arched again and her hands were grabbing at anything they could reach
âThere! There! JesusâŚ. Yes!â
And there it was, just at the end of his fingertip, he nudged it, stroked it, and generally pushed her over the edge of the cliff. He was rewarded with her core tightening around him so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in his fingers. The bed was soaked with her fluids and her body was limp from the experience.
He withdrew the digits and moved himself between her legs, feeling her jitter a little as his hips hit her sensitive middle as he moved. He lifted his fingers to her mouth and watched as she opened it slowly, her eyes heavy with post orgasm exhaustion.
âClean me up babe, Iâm gonna need them soonâ
He lay watching her as she lapped at his fingers, drawing them into her mouth to let her tongue roll around them then push them out again.
She looked fucked-out, and Ben loved it.
Round 3.
âI canât Ben, Iâm done, I need to sleepâ
He pulled her up from the bed sheets and hugged her to his chest,
âYou can sleep later, I promiseâ
He wrapped his arms around her and brought his head down to kiss her, a long lingering, kiss that held the promise of so much more to come. His tongue pushed against her lips and she sighed as she let him in, hearing a low huff of a laugh as she did,
âDonât be a fucker Ben, Youâve worn me out, weâre not all professional athletes you knowâ
He moved his head back and locked eyes with her,
âPoor baby, doesnât want to be fucked by the professional athlete, says she can âgo all nightâ but actually sheâs all talkâ
He nudged her with his nose and let her flop back onto the bed as he looked down at her hoping his goading was enough to at least get another round out of her.
He watched as she huffed out a breath and sat up, her plumped up lips set in the straightest line she could manage whilst her eyes were angry slits
âFuck off Ben! I can go all night with a normal human being, not one whoâs intent on breaking me. How would you like it if I teased you and had you orgasming every 20 minutes? Youâd want to rest tooâ
Sheâd now folded her arms across her enhanced chest and flicked her hair extensions over her shoulder where they lay limp due to sweat.
Ben smirked at her and then lifted his arms, fisting his hands and pretending to rub his eyes with them
âBoo Hoo, Poor me, some nasty man is trying to have sex with me by having lots of foreplay and teasing before we fuck and I canât take itâ
He spoke in a mocking tone and his stare backed it up.
She pushed at his chest
âHow would you like it eh? Big Ben Chilwell?â
He sat up face to face with her and nodded at her whilst beckoning her with his hands
âBring it on Princessâ
He watched as her face showed the thoughts flashing in her mind then she moved round and her face set,
âLie back Chilwellâ
Ben smirked and lay down on his back, placing his arms behind his head and watched as she manoeuvred herself between his legs. She looked at him from under her ultra long lashes as she pulled her hair back, removing the hair bobble from around her wrist and tied it back.
Ben let out a small laugh âLet the fuckin games beginâ
He watched as she lowered her head, her pink tongue peaking out from her lips and then he felt it run under his penis, he held his breath, he needed to hold it together.
Her hands gripped the base of his dick and she ran her long nails up one side and down the other, she felt him breathe in
âThat okay for you Chilly?â
He looked at her and smiled,
âFine Princess, you just carry onâ
He focused his mind on his shopping list, he must remember to order sommmmmmmmmme dishwasher tablettttttttttttttttttts
She smoothed her lips down his dick and then dragged her tongue back up whilst keeping her mouth over it, gathering spit within her mouth she let it drip onto him then replaced her mouth with her hand, the movement of it up and down his now hard member was so much easier now it was wet. She was determined to get a response from him, so far all sheâd seen was indifference.
She took him in her mouth, sucking, licking and letting her saliva coat him, then she sucked harder, letting him drop further back into her throat, her slight gag reflex hitting and there it was, his legs tense under her hands and as she looked up from under her lashes she saw him bite his lip. She repeated it again, only this time she let his dick sit against her throat and as she pulled him out she hummed along it,
âFuuuuckâ
His hand went to the back of her head and gripped her ponytail.
âDo that againâ
He thrust up and she smirked as she lowered her head again, repeating the actions, feeling him twitch, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue, she felt him get harder, and his grip got tighter in her hair. He was huffing out breaths and swearing, promising her the world if she let him come in her throat, his legs were shaking, a slight sheen of sweat had appeared on them.
âThatâs it, oh yeah, justâŚ.. take it babeâŚ. just once moreâŚ. juâŚâŚâŚ.. what the fucâŚâŚâŚ..â
âPopâ
She let him drop from her lips and she sat back, her hands now stroking his thighs, her eyes looking at his face that now carried a frown.
âBabe?â
âChilly?â
âBabe, you canât, I mean, I let you come, I got you off twiceâ
He held up 2 fingers as he spoke. 2 shaky fingers she noted.
âYou did babe (She emphasised the word) but then you teased me lots, and you were mean afterwardsâ
She stuck out her bottom lip and made a baby face
âIt sucks to be you at the moment doesnât it Chilly?â
As she spoke she crawled up from between his legs to his chest, playing with his nipples, running her too long, too sharp nails across them, making him sink a little deeper into the mattress.
âDâyou not like that Chilly? Not like having your sensitive nipples played with or teased?, Poor baby, poor professional athlete. Says he likes to âexperiment and experience different thingsâ but actually, he doesnât want to do anything that might âhurtâ him. Poor babyâ
She smirked at him as she spoke, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she eased herself back a little then grabbed his dick and slid herself down onto it. Her reaction was a long deep sigh and his was a guttural moan that reverberated through his chest and she felt it on her hands resting there.
âFuuuuuck, babeâ
His hands came to her hips as she started riding him, her legs tight against him and her hands still resting on his chest.
Feeling her legs stating to shake she lifted herself, much to his dismay and turned herself around, facing his knees and sinking back onto him.
âJesus babe, youâre killing meâ
She laughed in between panting breaths
âThatâs the aim Chillyâ
He bent his knees and she gripped onto them, banging herself down onto him, feeling her own orgasm pitching as she did, the angle just perfect for her clit.
He felt her shudder, felt her start to clench around him, he was almost there, just a short minute behind her, she was good, she was so good and then
âOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssssssssssssssâ
She came thick and fast all over his dick, squeezing and leaking all over him. Her legs held him tight, her hands clawing at his legs and as quick as she came, she scrambled off him. Turning quickly and locking eyes with him.
âThat was sooo goodâ
He sat up and shook his head, his rock hard dick sat against his stomach, pre-cum oozing from it as he looked at her
âNot for everyone involved it wasnât. You canât leave me like this?â
He looked down at himself as did she and then they looked at each other.
He was quick, he grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed, quickly placing himself between her legs and using his own thighs to keep them open.
âItâs not over yet Princess, lie back and enjoy the rideâ
He pushed his engorged member into her and watched as she grimaced a little, he knew sheâd be over stimulated, but so was he!
He gave her a few seconds before he moved, easing himself back out, then back in.
âYou okay there babe?â
She nodded her head and brought her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back.
âLetâs see what youâve got Chillyâ
âSânot fair really Princess, youâve edged me for the past while, I dunno how long I can lastâ
He knew he wasnât going to last long and that gave him anxiety, he loved to have control, to decide when, how and how long it took.
âExcuses excuses Chilly. All part of your professional athlete lifestyle eh?â
She watched as his face changed, sheâd hit a nerve.
He grabbed her legs and pushed her knees back almost folding her in half, giving him maximum access so he could go deep.
She gasped as he drove into her, expletives slipping from his mouth as he did, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair onto her chest.
Suddenly he stopped.
Withdrew
Flipped her over and slipped back into her, her slick folds enveloping him like a welcome visitor.
He placed his arms under her stomach and lifted her hips up, giving him a better angle, he knew he was hitting all the right spots as she was gulping for air, gripping at his arms and her head kept dropping forwards.
His thrusts were strong, stronger than she thought heâd manage after the previous play. She could feel him hitting her g spot, pounding into her like he was drilling for oil.
âChillyâŚ.. PleaseâŚ. Iâm gonnaâŚâŚ..â
He heard her and he knew heâd won. He used one arm to lift her upper body so her back was against his chest, he felt her arm slip around the back of his neck, he slipped his hand lower and started to rub against her clit, circles, long strokes, then circles until he felt her fluttering, her legs shaking, her body starting to move and twistâŚ.
And she cameâŚ.
And he cameâŚ.. groaning loudly at the final release, feeling the tension leave his body as he emptied himself into her. He mentally hi-fived himself for checking she was clean and on birth control because the way this had played out stopping to put a condom on would not have worked out.
âNow can I sleep?â
They had finished the clean-up and were both lay in bed looking at the ceiling. Ben turned to her and smirked.
âIf you must, but I have training early tomorrow, so will be waking you up early tooâ
She looked at him with wide eyes
âI can get myself up and dressed and call a cab, why do I need to get up so early?â
Ben laughed and stroked down her face with his knuckle
âNo professional athlete does exercise without a pre- warm up babeâ
As she turned over and he snuggled against her back he heard her say
âYouâre an animal Chillyâ
That made him smile.
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