#George Clarkey smut

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🔞Hate Sex | George Clarkey

CW's: Hate sex, penetration, mirror sex, degrading, hair pulling, no aftercare, rough sex, hickeying

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"You're a fucking lowlife cunt-" Your words were torn from your throat and replaced with a broken cry as George shoved his cock back inside you, roughness jerking your body forwards and making your tits spill from the top of your opened shirt - unbuttoned yet not discarded - having been too hasty with just needing him inside you. 

His cock slammed the tip of your cervix, the sensitive spot in your body making your back arch and stomach twist with a masochistic pleasure. Seeing George's face distort into one of lust and passion - lip taken between his teeth as he grasped your hips with a near bruising force, fingers digging into the plush skin and every so often leaving a red hand-mark across the perfect softness had your head spinning, and thighs clenching around his body which was between your legs.

You fucking hated him. 

You hated the way George was - cocky, arrogant, entitled, annoying prick - and you made sure he knew it. You hated the way that he acted like he knew everything, and the way he was silently confident - never divulging any information which you knew but never admit, and those stupid snide looks he'd give every time he was proved right and you wrong.

Now, you hated how he was deep inside your pussy and stuffing you with his cock; you hated how he looked at you like prey - thrusting as roughly as he could and smirking with that malevolent curl of the lips when he watched your face distort, tears slip and tits jolt from your bra; you hated how he knew that you craved this feeling of him animalistically pounding you, treating you like an object for his gratification and remorselessly fucking you stupid, knowing damn well that on the other side of that door, at least someone was gonna hear him stuffing your pussy and treating you like a pathetic whore. 

"I hate you, God- fuck- I hate you-"

A mere laugh fell from George's lips, his hand tracing up from your hips to your hair - his fingers scaling over your scalp before tightening around the locks of hair - knotting and roughly grappling at your head before pulling backwards sharply - giving your damn near whiplash as he forced you to look up at your reflection in the mirror.

"You say you hate me but who's gonna fuck you like this, hm?" The rhetoric was laced with humiliating mockery as he made you watch him sheathing his cock into you - your body jolting with each rough thrust, eyebrows pinched and hair a mess - fat tears streaming down your cheeks and back arched oh so needily - sub-consciously begging George for more, for it faster, for it harder- "You're practically begging for it every day when you come in those short skirts and low cut tops with all that big attitude, aren't you - 'n now look at you - taking me so well, bet you've been wanting this-"

You closed your eyes, gulping down precious air and becoming acutely more aware of the pornographic sounds of your slick pussy around his cock, and the harsh snapping of his hips against your own - pushing every inch of him inside of you and destroying your insides as loud squelches sounded behind you - so loud you wondered whether everyone in the next room could hear you being completely obliterated by your most hated.

"Shut the fuck- up- " Your broken words, separated by pants and muffled groans where only met with George's laughter, his arms wrapping around your body to pull you up so that you stood with your back pressed into George's front, the vibrations of his chest against your own sweat prickled skin reminding you of the unseen intimacy of the situation - the feeling of George wrapping a firm hand around your neck, holding you from your throat as he thrust up into your pussy ridiculed your words.

"No," He riled you up further, squeezing on either side of your neck making you gasp at the crushing feeling of cut off blood supply, making your head spin as your own hand reached up to his, loosening his grip slightly as he reminded you who really had the power. "You can though - why don't you just shut your mouth and be a good girl whilst I fuck you, yeah?"

You felt like a ragdoll, the way he was able to so effortlessly hold you up with just his arms - one wrapped tightly around your neck whilst the other held your leg up to your side so he could fuck you from behind, manipulating you like nothing - just fortifying how much physically stronger he was too. Fuck his perfect body, you always hated how good his arms looked in those tight white shirts. 

And now you hated the way that he had your entire body shaking as you came close to your orgasm. 

He dipped his head, tongue pressing flat against your sweet spot with no struggle, laying down a line before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin and biting hard enough to make your mind start spinning - watching in the mirror as George hickeyed you - simultaneously delivering those rough thrusts that demolished your g-spot - his hand loosening around your neck and instead slotting between your lips - muffling those noises that slipped from your throat and doubled in volume with each vital passing second, as you neared your orgasm.

Those wet fingers detached from your mouth though and instead lead down to your core - pressing against your clit and circling with such precision and brutal stimulations alongside his thrusts, you mewled as you couldn't hold it any more - feeling an almost unbearable rush of heat spreading through your body as you came over his cock, every muscle in your body spasming as George removed his mouth from your freshly hickeyed neck.

"I hate you, I fucking hate you, Goddamnit I hate you, George..." 

George let out a low chuckle, manoeuvring you to allow your spent body to sit against the counter, his length still inside you as he came close to his own climax.

"Maybe you do - but I know damn well you love my cock fucking you senseless, the way you act like a pathetic bitch for it-" His words were like knives, cutting you vulnerably open with each agonisingly honest word. "-And the walls are thin here, so let's not pretend I can't hear you fucking yourself with your fingers and pretending it's me, every night-"

The gasp that fell from your throat was only met with a smug smirk from Clarkey as you felt him releasing inside of you - fingers etching over the handmarks across your ass and thighs to the bruises over your collarbone, his touch feather light until his fingers brushed over the hickeys over your neck. A hiss fell from your lips as his fetaher-light touch was lost - his thumb pressing hard into the sensitive, bruised skin - and his masochistic smile telling you all that you needed to know about how much George loved this.

"Fuck- you, Clarkey-"  You spoke between clenched teeth, trying not to hiss from the pain of the brunet's fingers over the marks he'd left over your skin.

Annoyingly, he just laughed again, not even bothering to make eye contact with you as he reclothed. "Sure I will, next time you come in acting like a brat I'll fuck you real good again, yeah?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't even speak against it as George walked out of the bathroom laughing - shutting the door behind him and leaving you in the bathroom - clothes torn and mind buzzing with anger, frustration - and lust for that stupid bastard. 

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shush, it's a secret | george clarke

it's not unusual for you to be over at george's flat considering you and him met at university and both moved to london around the same time. but about four months ago, your relationship changed from close friends to just that, a relationship.

you'd both decided to not tell anyone, despite how difficult it was proving to be to not be all over each other 24/7. the fans knew of you, to an extent. you'd appear in the backgrounds of videos or tiktoks posted by the boys. your social media was public, however, none of your accounts included your name, making it less likely for fans to find you.

tonight, you're over at the flat again, legs strewn over george's lap and eating some of the dominoes he'd ordered. a movie chris had picked out plays on the tv, but was now long forgotten about since a debate has broken out amongst the boys. over what? you don't know. you're too focused on the way george's hand is subconsciously trailing up your thigh, dangerously high for a 'close friend'. he honestly hasn't noticed that he's doing it, too engaged in the ongoing debate. so, you pick your phone up from your chest and message him.

too high x

his phone dings and he leans forward, grabbing it off the table before noticing it was from you. you watch as his brows furrow in confusion, before sending him another message.

your hand x

realisation hits george and he squeezes your thigh gently as an apology, moving his hand back down to rest above your knees. he mouths 'sorry' at you, to which you can't help but giggle and shake your head. arthur (hill) looks between you two in slight confusion, going to say something but deciding to keep his mouth shut.

it wasn't that you didn't want to tell people, you'd both just agreed it would be easier figuring things out and adjusting to this shift in dynamic without other people prying their noses in. it didn't make the thrill of getting caught any less exciting though. even the simple things such as him wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder made you get an adrenaline rush.

you can feel your eyes growing heavy, despite it still being relatively early, and decide to call it a night.

"sorry guys but i'm gonna head to bed," an echo of boos fill the room while you shrug, laughing, "i'm tired guys leave me alone. mind if i crash in your bed george?"

it feels weird having to ask your boyfriend if you can sleep in his bed, but it seems to be doing the trick of keeping the relationship a secret. there are only three bedrooms and you've known george the longest, so it makes sense you'd stay in his room.

"no go for it, i probably won't be long." you give him a smile and climb off the sofa, heading to his room.

george's eyes widen when he next checks the time, not realising it was so late.

"shit." he mumbles to himself, gaining a weird look from the boys.

"you alright george?" arthur (hill) questions.

"yea i'm fine. just didn't realise it was so late that's all, got stuff to do tomorrow. i'm gonna go to bed though, night guys." he was lying right through his teeth, he had nothing to do tomorrow.

what george had meant to be ten minutes or so had turned into an hour and a half. arthur (tv) ended up coming over and they'd gotten so caught up in conversation that time seemed to fly by. he knows that you hate falling asleep without him and feels guilt seep into his skin. especially since he knows you won't ask for him to come to bed, not wanting it to come off weird since to the others, you're 'just friends'.

you're staring at the ceiling when he shuts his bedroom door, having fallen asleep for all of twenty minutes before you woke up to an empty bed over an hour ago.

"i'm so sorry baby, i didn't realise it had been that long," you turn to look at him, enjoying the way he starts stroking your cheek with his thumb, "have you been waiting for me?"

"mhm, fell asleep for about twenty minutes and been awake since. it's okay though, kept myself busy," george's jaw drops slightly, clearly misunderstanding your words, "oh my god george, no! i meant by reading some more of my book you perv. get your mind out the gutter."

he laughs and goes in to kiss you but you push his forehead away before he can. you scrunch up your face in disgust.

"ow, what was that for?" he's rubbing his forehead like you just hit him with a bat, making it much more dramatic than necessary.

"brush your teeth, you have pizza breath." he tries to do it again and catch you off guard but fails, "i mean it george."

"yes ma'am."

he disappears into the bathroom and returns a few minutes later. his teeth are brushed and he's wearing a pair of grey joggers. your arms open wide, inviting him to lay on top of you so you can run your nails through his hair and up and down his back. a feeling both of you love.

"can i kiss you now?" he teases, grin widening when you nod your head.

several kisses are planted on your face and you know he's purposefully missing your lips. you frown, wanting him to kiss you properly, not having felt his lips on yours in what felt like years. realistically, it's been a few hours.

"george, kiss me properly." you whine.

and he does just that. one hand holding himself up to hover over you, the other stroking your cheek and bringing you in closer until your lips finally meet. the kiss starts off slow and loving, until he presses you further into the mattress, his hands beginning to roam your body. every ounce of sleep you were feeling disappears, suddenly becoming hyper aware of what's happening.

pulling away, you mumble, "we can't, everyone's here. they'll hear us."

"never stopped us before." george whispers against your mouth, connecting your lips once again.

well touché.

a/n don't ask where the inspiration for this came from at 2 in the morning cause i don't have an answer. not proofread either sorryyy. shall i make a part two? i feel like i'll end up doing it anyway but what do you guys think??

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Hidden | George Clarke

Summary: George dating ArthurTV's sister Pairing: GeorgeClarkey x f!Reader Warning: Fluff, Smut Word count: 2.7k+ A/N: Just a cute little smutty fic for the weekend. Thanks for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it!

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“George-”, you whine, pleasure coursing through your body.

He’s got you propped up on the kitchen counter, breath hitching as his fingers work their magic between your legs. His fingers plunge into you, abusing your cunt with two fingers while his thumb brushes against your clit in rough circles.

Your clothes had long been discarded, leaving you only in your bra. The cool kitchen air brushes against your exposed skin, heightening every sensation. George's mouth feels hot against the swell of your breasts, his lips and tongue kissing and nipping at the soft skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Fuck," you gasp, "we shouldn’t be doing this here."

George chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. "What? I'm just returning the favor from last night," he teases, his voice calm, a stark contrast to how shaky your breath is.

He pulls his fingers out, moving them across your wet folds in slow, deliberate circles, teasing you, making your hips buck towards him in desperate need and you can feel him smirk against your skin.

When his fingers slide back into your tight cunt, you let out a sharp whine, feeling his fingers curl inside you. Your climax inches closer, your body arching towards him. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders as he quickens his pace, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

"God, George," you cry out, your moans bouncing off the walls, filling the room. Your orgasm crashes down on you, your heart beating erratically as you let out a strained cry, spilling all over his fingers. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, clinging to him as your body shudders with pleasure.

Eight months ago, when you decided to move from Jersey to England for work, the last thing you expected was to get fingered by your brother’s best friend in his own kitchen.

As your explosive high settles, your breathing levels out, and your eyes start to refocus. Just in time to see George bringing his glistening fingers to his lips, licking them clean of your juices. The sight sends a shiver down your spine.

He leans in, engulfing your lips in a hungry kiss, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. Your hands dive into his soft brown hair, pulling and tugging, eliciting a low groan from him. 

You pull off his shirt, your fingers trailing down his chiseled chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Your hands finally settle over the hard bulge under his sweatpants, your fingertips slightly grazing over his hardness.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his voice thick with desire. You dig your fingers into the waistband of his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. It springs out, thick and ready, the sight of it making your mouth water. His hands dig into your thighs, and by the look in his eyes you know he isn’t done with you and you didn't want him to be either, even though the thought of getting caught was still floating in the back of your mind.

His cock twitches as your hand wraps around it, feeling the heat and the veins running along its length. You stroke him slowly, savoring the way he groans and his hips jerk in response. 

He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, his mouth immediately attaching to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch into him.

“George,” you whine, not caring how desperate you sound.

“Yes, darling?” His voice is taunting, pretending like he doesn’t know exactly what you’re going to ask. His hands brush against your thighs, inching closer to where you need him most.

“Use your words, baby,” he says, his hand moving to your inner thighs, spreading them gently.

“Fuck me, please,” you beg.

George hums, pleased with your words, covering your lips in a hot, passionate kiss, before he pulls away briefly. He quickly runs to his bedroom and returns with a condom. He gives his cock a few good pumps before rolling the condom on, and you watch him intently, your eyes raking over his toned body.

He lines himself up with your entrance, giving you one swift kiss before he pushes in. His cock deliciously stretches you out, knocking the wind out of your lungs as he sinks balls-deep into you. 

You let out a breathy moan, your nails digging into the firm skin of his biceps, trying to steady yourself. You can feel the tension in his muscles, the raw strength beneath your fingertips, making you ache for more of him. He groans at the sensation, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"You feel so good, Y/N" George murmurs against your skin, his breath tickling you. He thrusts into you with a rough, steady pace, filling you to the brim each time, causing your body to shake.

“You take me in so well,” he groans, his pace relentless.

“Fuck, George,” you moan, your eyes closing as your head falls back in pleasure. Your thoughts are muddled by the intense, overwhelming sensation of his cock. 

George tangles his hand into your hair, giving it a slight but firm tug. "Look at me," he commands. You obey, your eyes flying open to meet his intense gaze. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart race even faster. Making each thrust feel even more intense than before.

Just then, your phone rings, your head whipping in the direction of the sound, bringing you back to your senses. 

“George, okay, we really shouldn’t be doing this here.”, you manage to strain out. “What if Arthur catches us?” Your mind is fogged with pleasure, your cunt stretched around his cock.

He looks at you, eyes dark with desire. “Please don’t talk about your brother when I’m seven inches deep in you, darling,” he groans into your ear.

You can’t help but giggle. “Seven inches, Georgie?” you tease. 

He smirks. “You’ll be the death of me Y/N.” he says, shaking his head. Before you can respond, he silences you with a deep, intense kiss. His lips crash against yours, leaving you breathless.

He roughly grabs your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, burying his face in your neck. 

Leaning into your body, he groans and whispers obscene things into your ear, “Shit, Y/N, you look so pretty, darling, wrapped around my cock.” 

His thrusts are relentless, losing himself in the sensation of your walls clenching tightly around him. 

His warm breath against your ear edges you on, your orgasm approaching faster than before. George continues to fuck you senseless, each groan and whimper from him rippling through your body.

“George, I’m close,” you manage to choke out, the feeling of his cock thrusting into you becoming too overwhelming to bear.

George feels his own climax building, knowing he won’t last much longer inside you. His thrusts grow faster and sloppier, pushing you closer to your peak. “Cum all over my cock, darling. Let me hear you scream my name.”

“Fuck, George!” you cry out, fingers digging into his back, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your legs shake as you reach your second orgasm of the evening, spilling all over his cock.

His nails dig into the flesh of your hips as he moans out, his thrusts slowing as he cums into the condom.

George gently pulls out of you, your body feeling limp as you lean on him for support. 

As you catch your breath, you feel soft kisses being peppered on your collarbone and the side of your neck, stopping by your ear. “You feeling okay? Can you stand up?” he asks, his tone soft and caring, a stark contrast to before.

You murmur a soft “Yes” and push yourself off the counter, your legs landing on the cold floor. George wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

The two of you quickly clean up and put your clothes back on. As you begin to make your way out of the kitchen, you sense George's presence lingering behind you. Before you can take another step, his hand wraps around your arm, halting your movements.

“Not so fast,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. With a deft motion, he spins you around, pulling you back towards him with a firm yet gentle touch.

“C’mere.” George whispers, his lips barely grazing yours as he draws you close. The kiss that follows is soft and tender, completely different from your earlier exchange. You surrender to the sweetness of his touch, feeling the warmth of his lips against yours, his hand cradling your cheek with a tender touch.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening makes you both freeze. The two of you quickly separate. George darts to the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone, while you busy yourself with the contents of the fridge, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of your heart.

Arthur walks in, kicking off his shoes. He walks over to you in the kitchen and gives you a hug and says. “Sorry if I kept you waiting for too long. Shoot ran longer than I thought. Have you been here long?” 

You offer a reassuring smile, “No, no, it’s fine. I only got here like 20 minutes ago,” you try to lie to the best of your ability.

Arthur nods, his gaze shifting to George, "George been keeping you company?" he asks with a slight smile.

You shoot a quick glance at George, before replying, “Yeah, he’s been tolerable,” you say with a laugh.

Arthur chuckles, his smile widening, “Good,” he remarks, "I’m gonna get changed really quick, then we’ll head out."

As Arthur disappears into his room, you exhale softly, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders. You exchange another quick glance with George, who winks back at you. You roll your eyes, choosing to just ignore him, and head into the bathroom to fix yourself up.

You didn’t even realize when or how you and George got to this stage—hiding your relationship from your brother, sneaking around behind Arthur’s back.

You had first met him the day you arrived in London, and Arthur had graciously offered you a place to stay until you found your own. He had picked you up from the airport, and as you arrived at his apartment, it was George who opened the door to their apartment.

You had seen him countless times in Arthur’s videos and thought he was funny, charming, and undeniably good-looking. But seeing him in person was different entirely.

He was handsome in every sense of the word—tall, with a toned body, broad shoulders, captivating blue eyes, and a smile that was the best thing you had ever seen.

Arthur often invited you to events with his friends, and the more time you spent with George, the more you two found ourselves drawn to each other. His personality was just as captivating as his looks, and you two got along well. It wasn’t long before you two started dating, and you found yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other whenever you were alone.

You had long since moved into your own place, but despite your best efforts to keep your relationship discreet, you had no idea how you hadn’t been caught yet. The lingering glances, the subtle touches, the excuses to be close to each other—you were making it quite obvious by not trying to make it obvious.

At this point, you didn’t even know why you were hiding your relationship from Arthur. You knew he was protective of you, and you just didn’t know how your brother would react to you dating his best friend, and you were not looking to find out either.

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Later that night, you joined Arthur and some of his friends for drinks at a pub. The group was lively, and the drinks flowed freely. You found yourself squeezed into a booth next to Flo and Sabina. You loved Arthur's friends; they were always super nice to you, and you always managed to have a good time with them.

“So, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?” Sabina asked, leaning in closer to hear your answer over the noise.

You glanced up at George, who was sitting opposite you. He had heard the question as well and shot you a knowing look. Quickly, you looked away and back to Sabina. “No, I’m single,” you replied, smiling.

The girls exchanged disbelieving looks. “You’ve got to let me set you up on a date,” Flo insisted, adding, “Someone hot.”

Arthur laughed, shaking his head. “Guys, stop setting up my sister in front of me. It's weird.”

Throughout the conversation, George remained quiet, but his gaze never left you. You could feel his eyes on you, a constant reminder of your secret. As the topic shifted to something else, you noticed George get up from the booth and head towards the bathrooms.

A few minutes later, you excused yourself. “I need to use the loo,” you said, getting up and making your way in the same direction George had gone.

You found him leaning against the wall near the bathrooms, tucked away from view from the tables, his jaw clenched as he scrolled through his phone. “George, what’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about your brother catching us?” George said, his voice tense. “Can’t be seen with me.”

You looked at him, confused, “That’s rich coming from you. If you don’t want to tell people we’re dating, you can at least not get upset when I say I’m single. You know…You were the one that first suggested we keep our relationship secret in the first place. And also I can’t say I’m single but you can joke around about it with the boys?” you snapped, feeling your anger rise.

“It’s not the same,” George retorted. “If I say I’m dating someone, the boys will start digging. They’ll keep pestering us. Arthur is my mate.”

“And he’s my brother!” you shot back, your voice rising with frustration.

George looked away, taking a frustrated breath before meeting your gaze again. “You know what, I’m sorry. Honestly, I’m not even upset about this.”

You looked at him curiously, and he continued, “I’m just tired of having to share you with other people when we’re in public.”

You giggled. “Is that why you’re upset? Because I didn’t give you enough attention?” Moving closer, you gently rubbed his cheek and planted a small peck on his lips. He tried to hide his embarrassment, which you found absolutely adorable.

You deliberated for a second before saying, “Fine, let’s tell him.”

George’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“Let’s tell Arthur. Get it out in the open. Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back toward the table.

As you walked, he asked, “Are you sure?”

You turned back to him and said, “Yes! Now come along.”

You walk back to your table hand in hand. The group had thinned out, with only Arthur, Chip, and Freezy at you booth

Taking a deep breath, you approach. Arthur looks at the two of you, slightly confused.

“Arthur,” you begin, your voice slightly shaky. “George and I… we’re dating.”

Arthur looks at the two of you for a second, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you worry about his reaction. Then, he breaks into a grin. “I already knew,” he says, unbothered.

You look at him, surprised. “What?”

Arthur chuckles, “I know you guys are dating.”

You and George exchange a surprised glance before turning back to Arthur. “H-how?” you ask.

“I saw you sneaking out of his room once,” Arthur says, leaning back in his chair. “I was just waiting for you to tell me.”

“So, you’re cool with it?” you ask, hopeful but still cautious.

“Yeah, of course,” Arthur says, his tone gentle but firm. “But I am disappointed you didn’t tell me, especially because you two make it so painfully obvious.”

Chip chimes in with a grin, “Yeah, you two are not subtle at all.”

Freezy adds, “Yeah, mate, no surprise here either.”

You and George laugh, looking at each other, relieved.

“Well then, we’re leaving,” George announces, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, tucking you under his arm.

Arthur shakes his head. “Mate, she’s still my sister. Watch yourself!”

Before George can say anything, you playfully pull him away, laughing as you say, “Okay, bye Arthur!” With that, you and George head out of the pub together, leaving behind the laughter and chatter of the group.

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you are part of chrismd’s camera crew and george has constantly flirted with you since you knew him. he’s obsessed with coming up to you between footage just to ‘talk’. but what if the flirty talk continues when you invite him to your place…

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The midday sun cast a warm, golden glow across the field as ChrisMD went over his game plan. You adjusted the camera, but your focus kept drifting toward George, who was catching his breath a few feet away, hands resting on his hips as he watched you with an unwavering gaze. His chest rose and fell, the thin fabric of his shirt clinging to his damp skin, emphasising every contour of his chest in a way that was impossible to ignore.

When he caught you staring, a slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He strolled over, his eyes shining as the sun hit his blue eyes. “Hey, camerawoman,” he teased, his voice still breathless, “Think you can show me how you make Chris’s shit shots look this good?”

You smirked, holding his gaze as you tilted the camera toward him. “Maybe,” you replied, matching his tone. “If you actually score better, football man.”

“Guess I’ll just have to try harder then,” he murmured, stepping closer behind you while his hands found its way to your shoulder, gripping your shoulders playfully, lightly shaking you in a friendly way. You fought to keep your expression steady, but his touch lingered in a way that made your pulse quicken.

From across the field, Chris shouted with a laugh, “George, quit flirting with my camera crew and focus on beating me!” As Chris looked away, George leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear.

“Trust me, if anyone’s got my focus right now, it’s not Chris,” he murmured. His hand remained on your shoulder, his fingers tracing light circles that left a tingling warmth on your skin.

“Exactly, George,” you said loudly, “Stop flirting with me again” you turn your head to face him. You watch him as his eyes trace your face, slowly landing on your lips to gulp and quickly turn away quickly jogging away.

George had a habit of coming up to you, and only you, throughout Chris’ shoots. You had become quite good friends after a while. You knew he was the flirty type so you hid your feelings deep within. It would ruin the dynamic of the filming if you both took the flirting further so you had to just endure the persistent tension between you both.

Between shots, George found reasons to come back for “feedback,” each time staying just a little longer, his hand brushing your arm or lingering near your shoulder. The subtle tension grew with each glance and touch.

By the time the final round arrived, you caught him watching you from a few feet away, his hands on his hips, chest rising and falling as he stared at you with an intensity that sent that familiar but taunting feeling through you. The late afternoon sun highlighted the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his curls clinging as his gaze trailed over your body, settling on your eyes.

“Hard to focus on football with you here, you know that?” he said, his voice low, his tone holding something that left your heart racing.

You held his gaze, fighting to keep your voice steady. “Maybe you just need to work on your concentration,” you replied with a sly smile.

He chuckled, stepping closer until there was hardly any space between you. “Oh, trust me, I’m focused,” he murmured, his hand slipping back to your shoulder, fingers grazing your skin in a way that left a slow burn. He held your gaze for a while longer, a promise lingering in his smirk before he jogged back to the field.

As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the field, you began packing up your equipment, the quiet making you hyper-aware of every move George made. When he approached, offering to help, the unspoken tension between you hummed as your hands brushed with each piece of gear. He carried the last bag to your car, grinning as he pretended to strain under the weight. “I promise I’m stronger than I look,” he teased, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Right,” you replied, laughing. As you packed away the last item, the silence felt more than the usual playful flirting you were used to around him. George stepped closer, his face serious now, eyes searching yours. “You know, I love these shoots with Chris,” he said softly, eyes lingering. “But it’s more fun knowing you’ll be there.”

Your pulse quickened, and you matched his tone, teasing back. “Really? Thought I was just the camerawoman,” you said, trying to stay calm despite the rush of excitement filling you.

He shrugged, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “Nah, you’re so much more. And if you weren’t here, I’d probably be winning every time, you keep me humble” he added, his voice barely hiding a note of sincerity.

Feeling bold, you asked, “Do you want a lift home?” Your heartbeat was surprised at the suggestion, your voice barely above a whisper.

His face brightened, his grin returning. “Yeah, I’d love one. Only if you admit I’ve been playing better than Chris, though,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes but laughed, feeling a thrill as you both climbed into your car. The interior filled with a mix of your perfume, the fresh scent of grass, and a tension that made the air feel thick. As you drove, he sat back, glancing at you with that same intensity, his hand resting just a little too close to yours.

When you arrived, he followed you in, sprawling out on your sofa like he’d done it a hundred times before. You slipped down the hallway to collect a few things, pausing to check your reflection in the mirror. After freshening up with a subtle touch of gloss, you took a slow breath to steady your nerves, the thought of his eyes on you with no other distractions sent your mind spiralling with dirty thoughts of what George had been teasing earlier.

When you returned, George was stretched out comfortably, his damp shirt clinging to his frame in a way that left little to the imagination. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, but as you stopped in the doorway, his head lifted to meet your gaze, his eyes a darker more intense blue.

He sat on the edge of the sofa, his gaze fixed on you as you lingered a few steps away. His brow furrowed, eyes softening with a hint of concern. He patted the space beside him and raised his hand, reaching toward you gently. “C’mere,” he murmured, his voice low, inviting.

You hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t resist the warmth in his eyes. You walked over slowly, letting him take your hand as you sank down next to him. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and he leaned in, studying your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, as if he didn’t want to break whatever spell had settled between you.

You glanced down, feeling his fingers tighten just a bit around yours. The quiet stretched out, but he was patient, waiting, his hand steady in yours. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, a gentle curiosity in his tone.

You took a breath, feeling the warmth of his hand holding yours, you looked down again at the intimacy until the truth slipped out before you could even stop it. “You,” you murmured, so softly that it almost disappeared into the air between you.

He let out a low, surprised laugh. “Me?” he echoed, a hint of amusement lighting his face.

Before you could respond, he let go of your hand only to slide his arm around you, pulling you gently onto his lap. You moved your leg so you were straddling his lap. You felt his hands settle on your waist, holding you securely, his warmth sinking into you as you rested against him. He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a kind of quiet wonder, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were there with him.

As his hands tightened, his deep gaze locked onto yours, the intensity of his stare making your breath catch. His fingers splayed across your hips, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. He leaned in, his lips inches away from yours. “Please, George…” you murmured, barely able to contain the longing in your voice. “Kiss me.”

His eyes darkened with longing, and his lips brushed yours, testing, teasing before he claimed you in a kiss that was possessive and deep. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you flush against him. His mouth moved slowly but eagerly, leaving you breathless.

As his lips trailed down your neck, a shiver ran through you, and you let out a soft gasp as your hips shifted on his lap, feeling the unmistakable response of his body beneath you. A low groan escaped his lips as he tightened his grip on your waist, his breathing growing heavier. You could feel his reaction intensify with every subtle movement you made, his hands pressing firmly against your hips as though trying to control the rush of excitement building.

You dared to roll your hips again, just enough to feel him harden beneath you, and he let out a breath that was almost a growl, his fingers digging into your waist as he struggled to keep his composure. “You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, his lips brushing against your neck, his stubble slightly scratchy, as his hands began to roam over your body, moving to places that you’d been craving to be touched.

Each shift of your hips made his hold on you tighten, his hands guiding you as though he wanted to keep you exactly where you were, feeling the pressure building with each movement. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “It’s like I’m out there playing football, and all I see is your face. I keep imagining you filming me… fuck, and I imagine you touching yourself to the footage.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the thought of George fantasising about you was incredibly arousing. “George…” you breathed, but the words hung unspoken, lost in the weight of the moment.

"Show me," he whispered, his hands moving to your hips. "Show me how you touch yourself thinking of me."

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of power as you began to move your hips up and down, grinding against his clothed cock.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. "Let me see how much you want me."

You leaned forward, your hands resting on his broad shoulders as you moved against him, your wetness increasing with each thrust. George's hands slid up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your face close to his.

"I want to taste you," he growled, his lips finding yours in a messy kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, demanding and possessive. You broke the kiss, gasping for breath. "Please, George," you begged, your voice trembling. "I need you.”

With a moan, he tore his lips from yours and began to explore your body with his hands and mouth. He slid his fingers under your shirt, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through you. He found the clasp of your bra with ease, his fingers undoing it in seconds. Your breasts spilled into his waiting hands, and he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He lowered his head, taking a a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. You arched into his touch, your hands clutching at his curly hair, urging him on.

George's fingers continued their exploration, sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts. He traced the damp fabric of your underwear, his touch familiarly gentle. "You’re so wet for me, my love," he whispered.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear and slowly slid them down your legs, his touch never leaving your skin. You lifted your hips to help him, and he discarded your underwear, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you.

"Fuck you’re even more perfect than I could have imagined," he breathed, his fingers gently parting your folds, revealing the most sensitive part of you.

George lowered his head, his warm breath caressing your sensitive flesh. He kissed the inside of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin, sending shivers of anticipation through you. You squirmed on his lap, desperate for his touch.

"Please, George," you pleaded, your voice thick with need. "I can't wait any longer."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. "Be patient, my love, I’ve wanted this for so long."

George's tongue finally made contact with your aching clit, flicking it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your hands gripping the cushions of the sofa as he continued to tease you, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving you wild.

"That's it, let it all out," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "I want to hear how much you enjoy this."

You couldn't hold back your moans and cries as he pleasured you, his tongue working to devour you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips bucked against his face, your movements becoming more frantic as your orgasm built.

"George, I'm going to come," you gasped, your body trembling. He increased the pace, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers now joining in, sliding into your wetness, finding your sweet spot. "Good girl," he urged.

You exploded in a cascade of pleasure, your body shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. George continued to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm, until you were reduced to a quivering mess in his arms.

As your breathing slowed, George lifted his head, looking at you lovingly through his eyelashes. "Fuck, how am I suppose to carry on knowing how good you are," he said, his voice hoarse.

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a/n: my first smut !! i hope you guys like it, i’m so into george rn but i promise ill post arthur to soon !! love you guys and your support on my other fics !!

[kislnd]

Slayed so hard with the george and will headcannons!!! Can we get a George headcannon but specifically him in bed, I love a smutty headcannon!! (If you feel comfortable ofc) ❤️

hiii thank you!!! i don't mind writing smut but i'm a bit out of practice so forgive me if this is not the best 🫶

feeling like this is an absolutely mad thing for me to drop esp after his new video reading fics but #yolo

warnings: nsfw

-> i feel like george would be big on praising you and body worship. you would be showered in compliments constantly and he would never fail to let you know how good you were making him feel.

-> he definitely has two sides to him. one side would be gentle and loving - i'm thinking slow sex where he just wants to be close to you. the other side would be merciless, he would just use you exactly how he wants, probably going hard and deep (allow me to elaborate on this at a later date..).

-> probably gets a little cocky when he realises how much you need him, might even make you beg if he's really feeling it. i reckon he loves to see you on your knees.

-> so easy to tease, he's so painfully attracted to you that if you do anything even remotely sexual (or just generally attractive to him) he gets hot and bothered and is practically begging to be inside you.

-> such a lil cutie when it comes to aftercare, won't let you do a single thing and makes sure you're as comfortable as possible. ensures you spend quality time together after.

-> marking - i don't think he would be big on marking you everywhere. if anywhere, it would be in private spots that only he gets to see (maybe like high up on inside of your thigh). he probably doesn't feel the need to do it often - just when he feels jealous or wants to affirm you are his.

-> loves when you are vocal, knowing he is pleasing you would be so important to him and if making noise is how you show it then he would encourage you to be loud. also i don't think he would be very vocal himself.

-> prefers to be the dominant one but would absolutely lose his shit if you ever wanted to be dominant. having you on top would be rare but that just means that when it happens, he goes absolutely wild for you.

-> hair pulling. i so think that he would love to have his hands tangled in your hair when thrusting into you. might even enjoy inflicting a tiny bit of pain (but nothing extreme, i do think he's more on the vanilla side).

i'm also curious to see what everyone else's thoughts on this matter are.. drop your headcanons and we shall discuss 🙏

[live-laugh-lenney]

Love love the arthur lingerie fic. What about george version

i've been waiting for this to come in simply so i could write something smutty for george... CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.

george is a sucker for lingerie.

granted; he'd always tell her that she could wear a stained, faded and ratty-looking t-shirt, with holes in the armpits, and he would still find her to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

in the beginning few months of seeing one another, finding out what each others turn ons were, their love-making started off sweet and soft and they would always plan ahead and it would happen in the most sensual way... like it was something written in a romance novel.

yn would always present herself nicely. she would dress nice, she would spray her perfume on her neck, she made sure she had matching underwear on (that didn't have holes in or elastic hanging loose from the waistband). he always made sure he had a clean room with clean bedsheets on his bed, a candle burning to give the room a relaxing feel and a lovely smell and that everything was within arms distance so he didn't have to leave the bed.

but now?

a year and a half into their relationship, having sex was never made into a big deal. not much anymore. the nights they spent together were spent being lazy on the sofa in her flat (because he was always surrounded by the two arthurs and chris and neither of them could have privacy with them around), eating meals from their take-out, binge-watching a television show that they were in the middle of watching.

their 'motto' being if it happens then it happens.

but every now and then, to keep their love and their romance alive, they would have a night dedicated to them. birthdays were always guaranteed, anniversaries always ended up with them in bed, but on the nights when they just wanted to feel close to one another, she would always surprise him by wearing a new set of lingerie...

she's fresh from the shower.

having given herself an 'everything shower' - she washed her hair, she deeply scrubbed her face, she shaved her legs and exfoliated her skin so she was soft to the touch, she got rid of every inch of body hair she could find and managed to do so without nicking any of her skin - she changed into the new set of lingerie once she was completely dried off, letting the lace perfectly cup her breasts and sitting low on her pubic bone, knowing that she had an eager george waiting for her on the other side of the door.

she gave him the task of making the room feel ready and that is just what he did; he lit their wax-burners and put in a relaxing scent so it emitted smells so relaxing and soft, the flickering of the flames being enough light to fill the room, curtains drawn shut and he'd even gone as far as scattering rose petals upon the bed to show the romantic side to him.

she opens the door, the bathroom light flooding into the room for just a moment, sliding her finger down the switch and turning off the light and closing the door behind her, exposed to his wandering eyes and she can already feel her cheeks heating up.

"i can feel you staring."

"can you blame me?" he questions her, looking from his phone screen and making eye contact with her as she stood in the middle of the room, locking the gadget in his hand and placing it down on the table by his bedside, "you're so gorgeous."

she takes in his appearance; stretched out down the bed with tousled hair that he hadn't really dealt much with that day, a fringe almost forming from how he hadn't styled his hair like normal, his facial hair looking a lot more desirable to her than normal, wearing nothing but a deep teal t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that peeked out from the hem of his tee, no socks on his feet (because he'd worn her slippers all day and refused to take them off), his ankles crossed at the end of the bed.

he takes in her appearance; a lilac-coloured, made from lace, lingerie set on her figure with her hair still damp but not completely sodden with water, painting her skin with droplets of water that glistened in the light of the candles flickering. and she smelt delicious and she looked fresh, a nervous smile on her lips as she looked at him.

"is this all for me?"

he smirks at his own question because he already knows the answer; her coming out in matching underwear was almost a given when they chose to switch off from the outside world and spend all evening in bed.

"you know it's for you, idiot."

"don't speak to me like that, baby."

she rolls her eyes playfully and he pushes himself up on the bed, the pillow squishing between his back and the headboard of the bed behind him, duvet scrunching up with his movements and she takes that as her moment to walk towards him. and he watches every step she takes towards him, every sway of her hips, and he couldn't take his eyes away from the way the swell of her breasts bounced every so slightly with the motion.

instead of clambering onto her side, she walks to his side. swinging her leg up and over his body and bringing herself to straddle him at his waist, legs either side of him.

"well, i like where this is going."

his hands cup her hips, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the naked skin of her hips and he's eager to dip his fingers into the band of her knickers and pull them away, revealing the one thing he was desperately eager to get a feel of. his eyes trailing from her eyes to her exposed collarbones and down the valley of her breasts which he just wanted to free from the constraint of her bra.

he could feel himself hardening beneath her, and she could feel his stiffening muscle against her thigh, forming an ache in her core for him that she really wanted to suffice. she couldn't let the night start so quickly and deep down, they both wanted to drag it out for longer than normal. they wanted to savour every passing second. drinking it in and feeling the emotions together.

"you really are so beautiful," he whispers softly, "i'm one lucky son of a bitch."

her fingers started playing with them hem of his t-shirt, moving it up ever so slightly to show a little bit of the skin of his stomach, boxers stretching across the growing hard-on that was seemingly bursting to be freed. and she wanted to. her fingers were there. but teasing him was something she loved to do.

"i think i'm the lucky one," she responds softly and he scoffs and his head shakes from side to side, "i am, george. i am. i'm just a nobody compared to you."

"nope," he shakes his head, "you're everything to me."

"oh, shut up," she retorts and pushes at his chest with her hands, soft enough to not hurt him, and he smiles warmly, "i am. you could have anyone and yet you chose me."

his hands wrap around her wrists and he brings them up to his neck, letting her bear her weight on his shoulders, a gentle groan escaping his lips as she shuffles on his crotch and brushes her warming core against his cock, bottom lip lodging between his teeth.

"i'm so in love with you."

"i love you," he smiles.

and yn's the one that closes the gap between the two of them. her lips melding together beautifully with him and her hands find his hair, fingers twisting between the strands at the nape of his neck, his hands dancing up her back. fingertips tickling her skin with the feathery touches he gives her bare skin, bringing her closer to him, chests flush together. their breathing was erratic, her hips moving slow motions, his fingers toying with the hooks of her bra in an eager attempt to tell her what she wanted without breaking the kiss.

and she lets him.

arching her back as a way of tell him to go for it and he doesn't need anymore than that to let both of his hands work on removing the bra from her chest, breaking the kiss for just a moment to pull it away from her, sliding it down her arms and throwing it aimlessly into the bedroom and hope it hit the floor instead of knocking anything from its place. chests rising and falling rapidly.

"i need you."

it's almost inaudible as it rolls off of her tongue. and he nods quickly, her fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers and she pulls them down just enough to free the boner that was leaking pre-cum and was twitching under her touch. his fingers working to slide down her knickers, without trying to tear the fabric or ruin them in his haste to feel her wrapped around him, and she adjusts herself on top of him so she can pull them down and chuck them towards the end of the bed.

as she throws them to the floor, his shirt comes off, revealing himself to her and she instantly feels her hands gravitate towards his bare shoulders, dragging her fingers down the skin of chest, with one hand continuing down his stomach until it wraps around his length, giving him a gentle few pumps and squeezes.

"so needy," she grins, "so so needy. for me?"

profanities rolling off of his tongue.

"always for you," he grunts out lowly, "see what you do to me?"

he can't stop himself from pushing his hips towards hers, feeling her legs tense as she feels his length slide between her folds, coming to a halt to allow her to adjust before his hips start the gentle thrusts he was desperate to make happen, her head rolling back as she let the deep and intense pleasure take over her body.

"you feel so good," he whispers and he lets her take over, grinding on his cock and twitching inside her every time she let out a whimper, the tip of his length reaching places he knew drove her crazy, her nails digging into his skin and leaving crescent indents behind, his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her closer to his body, "so bloody good."

and he hides his face in her neck.

allowing her control gave him the opportunity to focus on giving her pleasure elsewhere on her body and his favourite place was her neck. leaving hickey after hickey behind down the stretch of skin below her ears and above her shoulders, nibbling and licking the skin as she lets him devour her.

"m'so close, baby," she hums and he brings his face from her neck, cheeks flush and his eyes hooded, lips swollen from being attached to her skin, and he can feel the burn in his belly that screamed how close he was to spurting out his release, "m'gonna-"

"wait for me," he begs, "wait for me, cum with me."

and she can feel her toes curling, her knees beginning to shake, her legs tensing. she quickens her pace, hearing his breathing getting caught in his throat, and his hands grip onto her hips to guide her at a pace that was getting him closer and closer, their eyes barely leaving each others. watery, hooded but lust-filled and darkening.

"m'gonna," he chokes off his sentence and lets his head drop to her chest, eyes clenching shut as he let his release fill her up, her own orgasm following behind him, squeezing him between the walls of her core, rhythm falling sloppy as she drops her head to his. her cheek resting upon the soft tufts of his hair. "fuck."

the room is filled with their panting, heavy breathing, and it smells like sex and the scent of candles melting, and they're seeing stars as they come down from their highs and allow themselves to fully regain their visions back to reality.

"i know what to buy you for christmas now."

"what?"

he grins lopsidedly up at her and she cups his face in her hands, thumbs catching the sweat coating his skin, soft and gentle.

"more lingerie," he says, "could go all night with you."

"give me half hour," she giggles softly, pressing a kiss to his lips and removing herself from his body, falling to the bed beside him, "we'll go for round two then."

thank you for reading if you managed to get this far! very thankful if you managed to make it to the end. george has such a special little place in my heart; i think it's split into four. my boyfriend has one, atv has the second, george has the third, arthur hill and chris can share the fourth... keep sending in your prompts/requests for arthur (and george!) and i'll slowly work my way through them during my days off from work and when i need a break from the locked in series. xx

[pookietv]

heyyyyyy so what if hypothetically i was writing a george clarkey smut ???

hehehehehe

will drop in the next couple of days i promise pookies

[yourimagines]

I don't suppose you'd do a nsfw alphabet for george clarkeey please?!

I don't really know him so I hope it's good enough, if not tell me please. (it's even feels weird to write this kind of stuff for someone who's younger than I am....)

What he likes NSFW

* English is not my first language I apologize

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, NSFW

A - Aftercare,What he likes after sex: Watch a movie with you and eat some snacks and junk food.

B - Body part, his favorite body part of himself and yours: He likes his arms, you always grab them while you ride them or when he's fucking you. He absolutely loves your breasts, the way they wiggle in front of his face...makes him weak

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: It depends if your on your period or not but he's not afraid to do it without an condom, sometimes he pulls out and leaks his cum over your thighs.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: He really wants to film you both when doing it to see how he looks but he's scared he will get hacked and doesn't want that on the internet.

E - Experience, How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing: He's an beginner but not bad at it, he just goes with the flow and learns over the time.

F - Favorite Position: He likes it when you ride him, especially when he's playing video games.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: He's a big goof, playing around and laughing. He can be serious but he's way more better when he's having fun.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: He's well groomed, not completely shaven but also not too much down there.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, on a romantic aspect: He kisses you a lot, praises you and smiles a lot at you. He feels comfortable with you and loves to try out new things.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: He does it, no need to say more haha.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: He likes to try new things out and loves the daddy kink type.

L - Location, his Favorite places: bedroom, behind his computer, in the shower, in his car, everywhere.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: when you bite your lip when he makes you all shy, it turns him on.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: Probably doing one of these nasty things what includes poo or pee, that's an turn off for him and a big no.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: He likes to receive, When you touch him, give him head, jack him off. He loves it when your on top and ride him, doing all the work.

P - Pace, what is his pace: Slow but deep and at the end a bit rougher.

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: He loves them, during a break or when he's really horny, a quick release is good to him. He also likes proper sex but he's busy a lot of his nights with making videos and stuff and he still loves to touch you so quickies it is.

R - Risk, Does he likes take risks and game to experiment: Yes, he likes to try new things out with you, he's down for almost everything.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long can he last: One good round then It's your turn.

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself?: He has some toys and he likes to try them out together with you.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: He's an big teaser, loves to tease you and secretly loves it when you tease him.

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: He makes noise when he's 'aloud'. during those quickies he's quict as possible, we wouldn't want his friends hear you guys...

W - Wild Card: He's down for almost everything, he's an freak

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: Thick and bends to the left, one vein on his shaft and a few hair.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: Well he's 23 and that means his sex drive is high, loves it and can't helps it.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: He falls asleep most of the time 30 mins later if you guys had proper sex, if its a quickie than he isn't falling asleep.

[clemswinecorner]

Datenight [George Clarkey]

Summary: George and Y/N go on a date, without any of their friends knowing they're dating. Or do some of them?

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: sexual innuendos and alcohol, other than that it's fine

Based on this request, as a response to neat :)

Main Masterlist

It wasn’t the first time they were out in public for a date, and they were close enough friends for it to not be seen as one. It was, however, the first time they were out in Central London, where any of their friends could decide to go to the exact restaurant they were sitting in the corner of. 

“I’m glad we’re doing this. That we’re able to just have some time together, going out, that we can have dinner together,” she says, looking at the man in front of her. “Well, I’d hope so, it’d be unfortunate if we went to dinner and we couldn’t eat,” he jokes, making her roll her eyes with a fond smile. “You know what I mean. I’m really happy to be with you,” she just says, making him smile. He reaches over, their hands on top of each other on the table. His thumb softly grazes her hand. “I’m really happy to be with you, too.”

They spend their first and second courses simply talking, joking around, looking at each other. Of course, it wasn’t a date night without some shameless flirting. George looked extremely handsome in his black button-up, and god, the short sleeves made his arms look extremely good. She had to keep herself from looking at them, the same way George had to remind himself not to stare too long. She was wearing a tight-fitting, white, off-shoulder top, and god, he wants her to never wear anything else ever again. 

As they were waiting for their dessert, their cheeks were a bit flushed from the wine as they giggled together. George lets out a content sigh, leaning back to look at her. “You know, I know I don’t say it a lot, but you’re an incredible person. A good shag too, if I may say so myself,” he jokes, making her giggle again as his expression softens. “Seriously, though. I’m really glad this is working out for us, you’re one of the best things to happen to me,” he quietly admits. She smiles at him, taking his hand that’s resting on the table. “I’m really glad, too, George. I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else,” she says, making a small smile appear on his face as he shyly looks down. A comfortable silence falls over them, the couple simply enjoying each other’s company and the shared feelings between them. “I’m staying at yours, right?” She breaks the silence right as dessert is served. They both thank the waiter before continuing their conversation, “Yeah, the boys went out and would stay at Arthur’s, they said, telling me I’ll have the house to myself after ten,” George answers, grabbing his phone as she nods. “This looks so good. So you’re telling me we could've had a cosy night in without the boys?” She teases opening the camera app. She looks up to find George’s pointed at her. “What?!” George laughs at her reaction, “Just capturing your love for food. You look good, you look pretty. Happy.” She blushes at his comment, reluctantly taking a picture of her plate. “Which one did you get again?” She asks, looking over. “Uh, the crème brûlée,” he says, as she takes another picture of both plates together, commenting how good it looks. He smiles, looking at her adoringly, before briefly glancing out the window to the busy streets. She furrows her eyebrows as he sits up straighter, “Is that Arthur?!” She turns around, not immediately spotting the singer but recognizing the head of curls next to him. “Oh my god, yeah, they’re here. Should I go to the bathroom and you text me when they’re gone? I have to go anyway,” she says, already standing up. George nods, still with a confused look on his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll text.”

It takes less than five minutes before she gets back. “Any of them realise we were here?” She asks, pushing back her chair to sit down again. He shakes his head, taking his glass of water in his hand. “Maybe Arthur, he was looking in, but I don’t think Chris or TV saw me,” he twirls his drink before taking a sip. She looks at him thoughtfully. “Hey, if you want to tell them, that’s fine with me, you know that right?” He immediately nods. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I want to, eventually, but I’m keeping you to myself for just a while longer,” she smiles at him, as he looks around again. “Oh god, I just realised… They already think I’m on a fucking date,” George suddenly says. “Well you are, with me.” He chuckles at her comment, “Yeah, but they don’t know that! I won’t hear the end of it,” he groans, making her laugh along with him. “You’ll be fine. Are we finally going to eat this? I want a bite of yours.”

It’s nearly midnight by the time they walk back to George’s. They’d spend a little while more drinking the last of their wine, conversation flowing effortlessly. With the alcohol, the giggling, flirting and touching all increase, and they’re walking back leaning against each other, fingers laced together. “I’m glad we have the flat to ourselves, it’d be a long night if I had to go spend the night by myself,” George whispers, kissing her cheek. She giggles, turning to look him in the eye. “Hmm. Luckily we don’t have to think about that, because I’ll be yours tonight and every other moment of the day for the foreseeable future,” George giggles along, pulling them to stop. They giggle as he kisses her, their bodies completely together, almost forgetting where they are. She innocently smiles at him, “C’mon, let’s get to yours,” she whispers. When they arrive, they quickly make their way to George’s bedroom, too indulged by each other to think about anything else. Their phones are completely disregarded on his bedside table, neither of them looking at it until later that morning. George checks his texts for the first time as Y/N is doing her morning routine after their shower, to see one from his roommate. 

From: Arthur Hill

saw you and y/n having dinner last night, looking cosy ;) swayed arthur and chris the other way, they don’t have a clue. happy for you two, george. x 

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So Much Restraint

Request: george (dom) smut where we have been on a group holiday and stopping ourselves from having sex cos of the other ppl (staying in the same villa/b&b) but once we get home its like practically clawing at each others clothes

Pairing: George Clarkey x Gf!Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 3.2k

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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. - William Blake

George leaned against the railing of the villa balcony, his gaze following the boundary between the sea, which was as blue as the ocean, and the sky above. After daybreak, the warm hue of the blazing sun engulfed the clouds, displacing the surging sea below that had looked so blue at the break of dawn. The warm wind blew through a coconut palm, and one could detect the smell of the sea and tropical cream. He sighed and glanced at the heavens, taking in the final moments of solitude before the party commenced.

The past week was a rollercoaster of enjoyment and annoyance. He and his girlfriend, y/n, had to restrain themselves from giving in to each other so as not to disturb their mates on vacation, just nodding and winking at each other as they walked around the living spaces with their friends—Chris, Arthur Hill, and Arthur TV. The villa was very nice, but with people constantly around them, there was no way of giving in to the passion that had been threatening to ignite ever since they set foot in the villa.

As the sun set that evening, George was weak, wanting to give in to his desires. It was a standoff, a power struggle that had been going on all week, one that was palpable yet wordless. As he got up, he saw Y/N standing at the door as she looked straight at him, suggesting that she was fighting the same battle as him. She wore a light summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly.

“It's time for dinner,” Y/N whispered, her words resonating melodiously. ”They are waiting for us downstairs.”

George nodded, yet neither of them looked away from the other. “I know,” he said quietly, the roughness in his tone giving her goosebumps. "I can only imagine what we are going to get up to once we get home."

Silence filled the space between them when he moved closer, and despite the heat in the villa, he only wanted her closer. As if in response, Y/N’s hand slowly extended, touching his chest lightly and causing his spine to tingle.

George saw her looking back at him, and for what felt like hours but could only be a few seconds, an incredible sensation engulfed his entire body and mind. He pulled her closer, the touch of his lips on hers hard and passionate. This was the kiss of love, of desire, the kiss that had been waiting to happen and which was ready to unleash after being pent up for this long.

But as soon as they started, they stopped. Hearing the boy's laughter from the pool below pulled them back into reality. They separated hesitantly, both attempting to calm themselves down. “We can’t,” Y/N whispered, her cheeks burning red.

“I know,” he said, calming her down as he took her hand. “When we get home, I will show you exactly how much I’ve missed you.” It was in his voice that she found the assurance she needed, and with that, she pulled him closer, her arms around his neck as they kissed.

They disappeared from each other for a while; the sound of their pulse echoed with the thump of the sea waves. They were able to keep it to themselves, and the anticipation of the arrangement made it seem like a couple’s promise.

At dinner, they had to wade through desire, circle it like a choreographed dance, sit across from each other at the table with friends, laugh, and chat about the delicious meal and wonderful company. But every time George cast his gaze at Y/N, he could see the same desire in her eyes.

After the meal, they made their excuses, claiming jet lag and the need for an early night. The boys raised their eyebrows in amusement but said nothing.

In their room, George and Y/N took turns in the shower, the sound of water a tantalizing backdrop to their stolen kisses and gentle touches.

Once Y/N emerged, her skin dewy and smelling faintly of coconut, George found his resolve slipping once more. They were both sitting on the edge of the bed; their legs were entangled; they felt the insatiable desire to strip each other. “We can do this,” George whispered, his fingers rubbing through her wet hair. "We can wait; we’ve made it this far."

Y/N breathed in deeply and exhaled, nodding her head slightly. “We have to,” she repeated, her voice a little weary as desperation began to creep in. "If we start now, I don't know if we would ever be able to stop."

They stretched out on the bed, their naked bodies rigid with the agitation of unsatisfied desire. The villa was silent apart from the faint sound of the sea in the distance and laughter from the party in the streets. They could feel the adrenaline pumping through their veins and could virtually hear the sound of their hearts beating.

George’s fingers lightly touched Y/N’s inner thigh, lazing dangerously close to the line of her shorts. "The boys are already complaining about the noises we make at home," he said, though he couldn’t fully hide his amusement. “What would they say if they only knew we have been holding ourselves back?”

Y/N blushed at the thought, gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. “We’ve got to be so much louder at home,” she said, though there was obvious affront in her words. "It will make them think that we have gone mad.”

They smiled at each other, and the tension reduced for a while. But the underlying current persisted; it was an active, waiting-to-detonate-at-any-moment kind of omnipresent tension. George looked down at her and then placed his hand softly over her thighs, delicately tracing lines on her skin. He immediately stopped his movements and faced her as he whispered, “It doesn’t matter what they say.” He smirks at her, “As long as you’re screaming my name.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with delight, and she couldn’t help but gasp at what he said. It was a familiar move, a classic sign of affection, but she went further to touch his face, specifically the line of his jaw, a touch that seemed to power through him like volts of electricity. ‘And what about when we get home?’ she whispered. For many, a dangerous question is the provocative “What do you want to do to me?”

George squeezed her thigh gently and looked at her with lustful eyes. “Everything,” he said, his voice turning into a growl. ”I wish to devour every part of you, have you quiver in my embrace, and hear you scream out my name until your throat gets sore.”

Y/N felt her heart racing just at the thought of it, her pulse rate rising through the roof as high as it could go. "Won't the boys still be home?” she asked, her fingers tracing over his hand.

George chuckled darkly. “Oh, they will hear us alright,” he responded, his eyes alternating between naughtiness and amusement. “But it’s ‘our’ house and ‘our’ rules.” The words slither through the air like a sultry whisper before he continues: “And if I remember correctly, you enjoyed 'screaming’ my name without a care in the world before.”

The atmosphere in the room became oppressively heavy, and the tension was palpable. Y/N moved her hand up his chest; she ran her nails along the surface and felt him shiver under her touch. ‘I have missed you, she murmured lustfully.

But just when George was about to surrender to this desire to strip her naked and finally feel her, a sound from the next room brought them to a halt. It was the Arthurs' unmistakable, slurred laughter as the duo clumsily barged into the room.

“Maybe we should try to get some sleep,” Y/N said quietly, waking up with concern in her eyes. ‘I don't know what I would do if they ever walked in on us.’

George let out a long-suffering sigh, his limbs trembling in protestation for not giving in. “Alright,” he agreed, even though he felt an overpowering urge to demand more. They kissed one more time and then lay gently beside each other, their limbs touching in the darkness of the bed where they slept.

The night was full of insomnious, restless whispers and secrets of lips pretending not to ache for each other. They found themselves lying side by side, and the distance that separated them seemed enormous.

Each time George moved in the bed, it made a squeaky sound, and this made them realize the importance of keeping quiet. They would go to bed and only wake up in the wee hours of the morning with the air between them pregnant with desire.

The next day, like all the previous days, the vacation by the tropical sun had arrived with no special warning, different from the fact that it was the last of the vacation, and the day felt weighty with the expectation of what was to come.

They packed their bags, the mundane task feeling almost erotic as their eyes kept darting toward each other, silently acknowledging the unspoken tension.

On their way to the airport, George’s hand lightly touched Y/N’s thigh in the back of the taxi, which sent a spark between them. She gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles white, and he knew she felt the same desperation. The flight home was torture; each minute seated in the plane was a silent plea for satisfaction.

The feeling only grew more intense once they got to their flat in London that they shared with Chris and Arthur Hill.

As soon as they both stepped inside and the door shut, George pushed Y/N against the wall and went in for it, kissing her fiercely as he had been wanting to for the past two days. She moaned, overly aroused, the suppressed passion of their vacation reacting.

”I need you,” George repeated softly in her ear, his teeth lightly touching her tender skin.

Y/N immediately grabbed his chest and shoved him backward with such force that it made him stumble. “No, not here!” she replied with a passion that radiated throughout her body.

George stared at her, his expression feral and filled with desire. “Let them hear,” he whispered, the possessiveness clear in his voice. “Make sure they understand that they belong to me.”

Y/N’s breath caught at the blatant demand in his voice. She realized he was correct; they had to give in now; they couldn't wait anymore. They fumbled down the hall, their clothes torn off in a frenzy as they moved. The door to their room banged shut, making the flat resound with the sound.

Their kisses became more passionate as they collapsed onto the bed, desperate to make contact and to take possession of each other. George’s hands traveled all over her, familiarizing themselves with every bump and hollow, every plane and line. It walked its long fingers up her dress, past her hips, his eyes locked with her the whole time.

In his mind, George was already preparing a symphony of sensation for them to get erotically lost in. He wanted to feel her completely, hear the moans of passion, as he thrusts in her. The idea of giving into their desires, giving in to their perverse passion was like a drug to his mind; he became dizzy with all the feelings that stirred his inner conscience.

Y/N’s legs tightened around his waist as he placed her on the bed; the springs of the mattress squeaked gently. He did not mind if the whole house heard them; what mattered to him the most was the present, the touch of her body. Their lips met once more; this time he reached down near her hips and touched the softness of her thighs through the delicate material of her underwear.

“You are stunning, so, so beautiful,” he murmured huskily, running his eyes over the curves of her figure. " I dreamt about this every night."

Too excited to breathe properly, Y/N stared at him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. "I wanna know what you’ve been dreaming about." She whispered seductively into his ear.

George tried to hide the darkness in his eyes as he whispered against her ear, leaning closer to her. ”I’ve dreamt of you open and spread for me, begging me to take you,” he said as his hand traveled higher up her thigh. “I have dreamt of your sweet cries echoing in the room as I continue to fuck you until you cum all over my cock.“

Y/N’s core tightened at the sound of his voice, a thrill of desire pulsating through her. She reached out her fingers around his hard erection, the warmth of it pulsating with his carnal need. “And what do you want now?” she whispered, her lips quivering with lust.

Obsession blazed in George’s gaze, his eyes fixed fiercely on hers as if he desired nothing else in this world. “Now,” he growled, the desire saturating his voice, “it is time to turn these dreams into reality.” Placing himself at her pussy, the head of his cock lightly pressing against her moist lips. “Are you ready for me?”

Again, Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a small moan. “Oh, much more than ready,” she exclaimed, burying her fingers into his muscles as he thrust deep into her. The feel of him inside of her was something she was yearning for. She moaned as she felt the fullness in her stomach.

The room was filled with their lovemaking: the sound of skin against skin, the creak of the mattress, the ragged panting. It was sweet music that only the two of them heard—an opera that unfolded within the confines of the room they both occupied. The zeal of their love deepened with every touch, with every kiss and every murmured endearment they exchanged.

”Scream for me,” George encouraged, his words heavy with passion as he thrust into her. His large palms were covetous, grasping her, possessing her, as if he had to stake out his claim on her.

Y/N closed her eyes, surrendering to his dominance effortlessly. She threw back her head, her nipples rubbing against his bare skin, and cried out as he hit the spot within her that seemed to make her shudder with delight. It was a sound that rang through the silence of the flat, a proclamation of happiness that appeared to shiver the pillars of their existence.

At the sound of her moans George began to rotate his hips even more exaggerated. He could sense it constricting around him, her thighs clamping around his middle as she clung to him. The pressure was intense, the tension that had accumulated on their trip was finally being set free, and George felt that he was close. He stretched one hand towards her, and his fingers quickly located her clit, pressing on it firmly but lightly.

"You are so wet," he whispered with a throaty growl that revealed how much he desired me. "So fucking wet for me."

Y/N blinked slowly, and her eyes were wide with desire as she gazed up at him. “More,” she pleaded, sulky and breathy, her tone sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. "Tell me what you want to do to me, George."

Panting heavily, George followed the demand to release, his voice turning into a deep and monstrous growl. “I want to fuck you until you cannot walk straight,” he whispered, his hips thrusting into her with renewed vigor as the bed frame creaked. “I want to tear you apart and hear you scream my name as if it is the most important thing in the whole wide world.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body reacting to his every word. "Harder," she begged, digging her nails into his back. "I want it all, George. Every inch of you."

George felt his stroke become more strained, his words dirty to the rhythm of their bodies. "You take it all in," he told her, his voice a whisper. "Every fucking inch." She felt him stiffen against her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You'll come so hard, you'll see fucking stars."

Y/N’s moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her pleasure. "I'm so close," she admitted, her voice shaky and hoarse. "I'm going to cum all over your cock."

George's eyes darkened with desire at her words. "Do it," he demanded, his voice a rough command. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you need it."

Y/N’s body reacted to his command, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed his name, her walls clamped together, her nails driving into his back. The feeling was too much, too perfect, and he knew this was just the beginning of their reunion.

"Yeah," George sighed, letting his release run out. "That's it, baby. Take it all." He leaned over and captured her lips in a crushing kiss, drowning out her screams as their bodies moved in perfect unison. The words that left his lips were a mixture of love and lust, a promise of all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

"I'm going to fill you up," he whispered, his teeth brushing against her earlobe. “I want to hear you beg for more. Tell me to never stop fucking you.”

Y/N gasped, the words sending shivers down her spine. “Yes,” she gasped. Her voice was barely audible over the sound of their bodies clashing. “I need you, George.”

He moaned, and his voice echoed in her chest. “You are so fuckable,” he muttered, his hips thrusting deeper into her with every thrust. “I love how you feel this way, so wet, so hot, so perfect.”

Y/N's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the pressure increase again. With her core tightening around him, "Come on, darling," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. “I want to feel you fill me completely.”

Those words were like a catalyst for George. His body responded to the primal urge to fill her up. To mark her as his own, he thrusted one last time. His cock throbbed as he released his seed deep inside her. The feeling was almost overwhelming. A sense of ownership that sent shock waves through his body.

Y/N felt it too. Her body trembled with pleasure as he poured into her. It was a time of pure connection. Moments that seem to last forever.

"Fuck," George said to himself, planting his head on her shoulder. "That was…"

"Perfect," Y/N told him precisely. Her body was still trembling with the shivers of pleasure. Together, they lolled there for a moment, their hearts beating as one, their breathing the only sound in the room.

The following days raced by in a haze of lust and gratification; every opportunity they got, George and Y/N would find a remote spot to give in to their insatiable lust for each other. It could be a quickie in the kitchen or a marathon in their locked-door bedroom listening to music. Whatever it was, they made the most out of it.

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🔞Mask + Knife Kink | George Clarkey

Summary: You hadn't anticipated that telling George to wear a Halloween costume for your party would have such an effect on you... But with a few drinks and horny thoughts, you were acting on the kinks that you never thought you'd let see the light of day.

CWs: smut, cussing, mask kink, knife kink, mirror sex, degrading + praise, pet names, v rough, blowjob, borderline cnc but not, drinking

Notes: last kinktober post - fittingly a Halloween post on Halloween. Enjoy your trick or treating tonight and enjoy your last kinky October fic x

When you'd told your best friend George to get a Halloween costume for your party, you hadn't expected have felt your heart drop, breathing become shallow and eyes glaze over as you looked across the kitchen island - mounted with red plastic cups and drinks galore - music blending and becoming as unintelligible as the bodies that moved in the background, as your eyes fixated on your best friend. Red cup in his hand with the other tucked into his pocket, black shirt fitted ever so slightly more than you'd seen him wear  and matching the dark cargos that hung loosely around his hips, a thick belt wrapped around his hips and embellished with a prop knife, holstered in - he looked inhumanely good, and had you feeling a gentle thrum between your thighs...

Although the pièce de résistance of his outfit wasn't the clothes that fit and stretched around his thick muscles that you'd never looked at in such a way before...

Rather, it was the mask that was strapped around his face.

A ghost mask - hard, white plastic with the curves and contours resembling the timely character Ghostface - the dark black holes about his mouth and eyes covering all facial features of the handsome brunet, focussing your attention instead to the hard, unmoving plastic that faced you - and you could tell that those eyeholes were burning straight into your own eyes.

A few drinks later, you found yourself outside. On the porch that was decked with an outdoor sofa, and George on one of the seats.

A drunken, dopey smile spread over your lips as you stumbled to the sofa, receiving cheers and greetings from the other friends that lounged across the cushioned seats - though you only had one mind and one thought for where you wanted to sit.

George's arm wrapped around your waist, hand planting firmly on your thigh to keep you supported and grounded whilst you were clearly unbalanced - sitting yourself in George's lap and wrapping your arms around the neck, covered with silky black fabric from the ghostface mask, blending into the black of his tee and giving you a lifeless, unmoving face to focus in on with a disorientated smile. Though you couldn't see the eyes of the man behind the mask, you could watch his head move - the mask lowering and indicating that his eyes looked down and scanned over your body - not being at all subtle whilst he took in the fat of your ass and thighs that spilled from beneath the delicately stringed fishnets on your legs which stretched over his lap and across the sofa, all the way up to the cleavage that spilled and showed perfectly to him from this angle, where you looked up at him from his lap - low-cut bodysuit revealing your delicious bust and bunny ears that extended over your hair giving George's other hand something to wrap around.

 A wolf whistle was heard from behind you, and you let a giggle pass through your lips, though you didn't turn around, your mind churning and whirring horny thoughts as you couldn't rip your gaze away from that mask.

A horny mind really was your own worst enemy.

"You're so fucking hot with the mask on," Fell from your lips uninhibitedly. "I don't know why I've never seen you this way until now... But you look so fucken hot..."

A laugh was heard from beneath the mask. The sound was as crisp and intelligible as if George wasn't even wearing the mask, and yet the plastic made the soundwave bounce back and had the effect of quietening his voice. So that whilst you heard him perfectly - his noise was insulated and only kept for you and him to hear.

"Thought you might like it." That smirk in the voice was evident. And you loved it. The fact that you couldn't tell or see the emotion behind the mask, so you had to listen to every sarcastic word that fell from the man's lips to try and hear how he felt. Like some temperamental guessing game that could go wrong at any moment. Without caring about the fact he'd be able to feel it, you clenched your thighs to satiate the pressure building between your legs at the flirty talk you could feel building. "I've seen your for you page enough times to know what you have a little kink for..."

A mock gasp fell from your lips, pulling away and looking at your friend with mock offense with a large grin across your face. "I do not have a mask kink-"

"Is that so?" He leaned in, shortening the gap between you two. You couldn't help the embarrassed grin that came as you shook your head, denying what was quite obviously true.  George didn't stop, and he spoke with such a low voice, deep and husky that you felt your thighs clenching again. "So if I told you I would take you up to your room and fuck you in this mask right now, you'd say no?"

Your jaw loosened, eyebrows slowly raising in surprise, blinking rapidly to try and focus yourself and make sure that this wasn't some dazed dream in your stupor that you were just imagining.

No. Your best friend really was rocking you in his lap and saying that he'd fuck you. With the mask on. Right here and now.

You couldn't even look into George's eyes and tell whether he was just joking - some sick and twisted flirtatious joke that he was just saying hypothetically... OR whether he seriously meant it. That unmoving mask, emotionless, remorseless, merciless slab of plastic that spoke volumes to your horny subconscious was all you could look into.

And so leaning forwards, you pressed yourself to the mask and lay a delicate kiss on the bridge of his nose - just above the inverted heart of the nasal concha. The ghostface mask tilted to the side as you pulled away, George's hand scaling from your fishnetted thighs to the plump of your ass that spilled from the side of his jeans.

"What's it gonna be then, bunny?" His head was still cocked to the side as his hand tugged against the bunny ears on top of your head, his little petname meant to mock your costume, and yet instead making your heartrate quicken as you were pushed to make a decision. Your best friend who played into your kinks just to wind you up and get a rise out of you, forcing you to tell him whether or not you were gonna cave and tell him to fulfil your libidinous wishes.

You picked the obvious answer.

His arms threaded beneath your body, picking you up effortlessly and letting him take your weight as he carried you through the party and up the stairs the long route - giving everyone a fair look at the host who had fallen trap to the ghostface mask and muscles that carried her to a bedroom.

The moment you reached your bedroom, your hand dived into the bedside table and frantically ran through it, searching for a little foil packet within it which you could use for protection. George stopped your search, however, his hand - worn and roughened with hard spots - firmly grasped as your wrist, his other hand wrapping around the other wrist and pinning them together, grasping them in just one palm as he forced them back and pushed your down into the mattress - pinning your hands above your head and making them sink into the bed under the force with which he pushed you down.

His body then came up on top of yours, not giving you a fraction of breathing space as his chest pressed up to yours, your tits pressing into his muscles with his stomach flat against yours as his masked face was a mere few centimetres away from your own, one hand besides your face supporting him whilst the other held your hands above your head.

"What you doin' there, sweetheart?" George questioned your search in the drawer with a low voice.

"L-looking for a condom," You stuttered under the intense scrutiny, and was only met with a laugh - George's chest rumbling against your own, letting you feel the everything from your close proximity.

"Oh no, I wanna do something with you that doesn't require any of that," George's voice came out so low it was almost a growl - fuelled solely by his own lusts and thoughts which countered yours. "I think I want you to put that smart mouth to use first."

"Well what if I don't want to?" You had the nerve to grin up at the mask and challenge it.

And a laugh fell from your lips as George reached behind him to his belt, pulling out the knife that he'd holstered into the outfit. A "cool accessory", plastic prop that he tried to threaten you with, pressing up to your throat.

"What are you gonna do with that prop," You derided. "Those muscles are big Georgie, but I don't think you could use them to take me out with a plastic kni-"

You were cut off as your strap was sliced through - the "prop" blade cutting through the material effortlessly. Oh.

The tip of his blade was cold, you realised, as it pressed into soft skin beneath your chin after that - applying pressure and forcing you to raise your gaze up to the mask which tilted to the side as you made eye contact. "Not real?" He repeated mockingly. And as you exhaled slowly - shakily - feeling a mix of fear and confusion and adrenaline coursing through your veins, your breath misted over the cold metal. 

George didn't need to use his other hand to hold your wrists down, because you were paralysed in shock - unmoving as the masked man removed his hands from around your wrist and pulled the front of the playsuit away from your body, revealing the braless cleavage beneath the material and letting his hands fondle the soft flesh, his fingertips circling the darker skin and peaking your nipples before roughly pinching and tweaking them, making a whimper leave your throat as your thighs wrapped around his legs and clenched around him, pressing his rough jeans into your core that begged for stimulation.

He dipped, allowing himself to press the blade of the knife into your sternum, the cold and sharp edge just blunt enough to apply pressure into your skin without cutting it - making you gasp as he brought it to the other strap of your playsuit, cutting it away from your body and brushing it away so that all you were really in was a pair of fishnets, whilst your ghostfaced friend was still fully clothed and yielding a very active weapon. Though the first part changed as the mask pressed itself back up close to your face, almost making you flinch and try to withdraw a bit as he hissed from behind the mask "Now suck my cock, bitch."

You were unparalyzed in an instant.

His back against your headboard and trousers frenziedly unbuttoned-unzipped and pulled-away with the boxers, you didn't give yourself a moment to even think or pause as your hands flew to his cock, grasping the shaft and pulling it up to your plumpy lips that George had looked at for so long, wondering how they'd feel massaging his cock and dumbing that smart mouth. 

And by fuck did you feel amazing.

The mask tipped back, low groan exiting George's lips as his hand threaded through your locks and grasped the back of your head whilst you did absolutely every little thing you could to fit your best friend into your throat. Tears jerked in the corners of your eyes as you reached the bottom of George's cock, his tip blocking your throat and suffocating you for a moment. And George's hand pressed into the back of your head - holding you there and making your eyes widen in shock and horror as you struggled to breathe around the blockage in your throat, George's grip on the back of your head unyielding.

You let out high whines and noises around his length, your palm tapping frantically tapping against the thigh on the right side of your head, hoping George would get the idea that you were trying to tell him "You're choking me, I can't breathe right now!!"...

When George finally let go of your head from the base of his cock with a low groan, you gasped and withdrew with tendrils of spit still connecting your panting mouth and lips to his thoroughly wet length, slowly stretching and detaching, landing cold and wet against your bare tits as you looked up at the mask with a look of both fear and disbelief. "What the fuck was that - I could've suffocated!"

"Sorry sweet, just couldn't help myself-" One of this hands made its way to your cheek, cupping the side and letting his thumb penetrate through your open lips and sit over your tongue. He pushed his thumb down onto the muscle and stopped you from saying anything, giving you no option other than to close your mouth around his digit. "Your mouth just feels too good... I'll try not to be too hard, yeah? You be a good girl and keep going..."

The name brought a blush to rise to your cheeks as you tentatively reached out and let your hand wrap around the base of his cock, noticing how much slicker it now was from your spit. His thumb withdrew from your mouth, patting your cheek and letting you return to his cock, deciding not to take him into your mouth in fear he'd remorselessly choke you again.

Instead, you let your tongue explore his cock - lathering up and down the side and looking up with wide eyes at the unmoving mask. The underside of his cock was defined by a vessel that furiously pumped blood, and caused George to elicit a lewd noise as you traced your tongue over it.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna cum all over your pretty fucken' face..." George's words came out a low groan as you watched the mask tip down to speak to you before rolling back, your tongue flicking over his bright red tip that ached and begged stimulation - his length twitching in your hands. His words felt so degrading - so diminishing- admitting he'd cum all over your face. The same face you'd spent over an hour decorating with eyeliner and various brushes and pens and glitters earlier. The way those words devalued all of that had the pit of your stomach burning and heart beat synchronising to the feeling between your legs.

"Is that where you wanna finish, Georgie?" You let your hand work on the base of his cock whilst you talked, working painfully slowly to ensure he didn't finish before you wanted him to. "Because I can swallow as well..."

The man laughed. "Oh I'll be inside of you soon enough. I wanna see your face covered by me first.. Get off a sec-"

You took your hands off as George got up from his position - leant back against the headboard - pushing himself up and onto his knees, raising his hips from the backs of his heels as you sat in front of the man with wide eyes looking up to see what he was doing. And as his hand attached to his cock, other one opening your mouth - you stuck your tongue out for him whilst he furiously fisted his cock in his hand, those biceps tensed and whorishly defined, forearms a work of art as his arm pumped to fuck his cock in his hand - every thrust of his hand accompanied by an involuntary jolt of the hips as he got closer and closer to finishing - his silky tip pressing against your tongue with each twitch of his cock that brought him closer and closer to finishing, until-

You closed your eyes, a gasp leaving your throat as you felt something slick and hot spurt onto your face - touching your forehead before coursing down the nasal bone and curve of your eyehole - another spurt landing above your lip and dripping down onto your open tongue as you felt a few more dribbles with less kinetic energy dripping down onto your tongue.

You jaw slowly raised to try and close and swallow the cum that'd landed on your tongue, but George's thumb pressed down onto your lower lip, holding your jaw open a moment longer.

And opening the eye that wasn't squeezed shut to prevent anything slipping into your eye - you were blinded with a flash, causing you to squint your eye before seeing the phone that George held in front of your face - the flashlight shining having taken multiple photos.

A gasp fell from your throat as you realised what he was doing - wiping away the remnants on your face and looking indignantly up at the mask. "You delete that photo right now - I don't want that being sent anywhere to anyone-"

"Or else what?" The mask tilted and his voice came out a taunt, and you hands scavenged the sheets, hoping to find the cold metal of a blade within your grasp as a defense against your best friend-turned psycho. You were unlucky. And the coldness of metal against your thigh told you that. "Looking for something?" 

You looked down to the knife between your thighs before looking back up to the mask and gulping. 

"Don't you worry, princess," George's hand found your hip, his hand pushing you over and turning you so that you lay with your stomach flat against the bed - looking opposite you and into the mirror to see George with the knife still between his fingers and between your legs - watching and feeling as George used the sharp blade to slice through the fishnets with ease, his hands wrapping around the fine thread, and using the bulk of his muscles to rip the rest of them off. He looked up and caught you staring at him in the mirror, head tilting to the side as he slot himself between your legs - pressing the weight of his body down onto yours whilst his cock landed between your cheeks - still hard despite finishing only moments prior, and slick spit lubricating his motions as he humped and fucked himself between your plump cheeks.  You could feel a whimper forming at the back of your throat at the aching between your legs that made you want to beg for George - to just push himself in and stretch you out.

Your gaze had fallen from the mirror - eyes screwed shut and hands bunching up a pile of duvet close to your face for comfort. But George's knife against your throat pulled your gaze up to the mirror, where you saw that the ghostface mask was pressed right besides your face, so that the words that came from behind it were absolutely crystal.

"I won't hold onto this pictures forever sweetheart - I'll delete them... On one condition-" His hand tugged the locks at the back of your hair - lifting you from the mattress as he held your body up and made you hold eye contact with him in the mirror as he pressed his lips to your ear. "Every round you can go, I'll delete another picture. And I'll give you an extra clue - you have five photos to work through..."

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a request for maybe some george smut after he comes back from the useless hotline tour that we werent able to go on ?? so like he hasnt seen us in a while

the second george steps into his bedroom, he drops his bags and heads for the shower. he knows you're on your way over, having been waiting by your phone all day for him to let you know he's back. so when your phone dinged, you were already halfway out the door, tripping over your own feet trying to get there as soon as possible.

conveniently, you live about a ten-minute walk away, meaning you're used to seeing george every day. the two weeks he and max had been on tour were difficult, but you tried to make the best out of the situation and would call each other whenever you could.

a few minutes after he had got in the shower, you're at the flat taking the familiar path to his room. your heart pounds in anticipation as you undress quickly after closing the door, glad you'll finally be with him again.

the warm air surrounds you when you step inside the bathroom and lazily drag your eyes over his body. he's standing under the water, eyes closed and head thrown back, making you think of the more sinful times you'd seen him in this position.

"hi george." you say, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"hi darling. come here." he replies, arms outstretched toward you.

you step into the shower, letting him pull you into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. his arms tighten around you and you close your eyes, water cascading over you both. a comfortable silence sets in and several minutes pass before either of you speak.

"wish you could've come with us, you have no idea how much i missed you. i even struggled to fall asleep." george admits, his cheeks turning slightly red at the confession.

"really?" you raise your eyebrows at him to which he nods, "i missed you too. had to cuddle the teddy you got me instead. wasn't the same."

your hands untangle from his hair and cup his jaw, connecting your lips in a kiss. as the water continues to flow, the kiss grows more passionate. george's hands travel further down, one landing on your ass and squeezing it, the other pressed flat against your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"george," you don't mean for it to come out so breathless, but when his lips detach from yours to trail kisses down your neck, you can't help it, "you've literally just stepped through the door."

"mhm. but, i also currently have my sexy, loving, amazing girlfriend, who i've missed so much, naked in my shower. so, i don't understand the issue." he counters, making you giggle.

two fingers make their way between your legs and start toying with your clit before sliding into you, the sudden stretch causing your knees to buckle. you can feel his cock against your thigh, so you begin pumping him at the same pace he's fingering you, steadily building up your orgasm.

he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot inside you and your orgasm washes over you within minutes, hands scratching at his back. your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers, moans filling the room while you ride out your high.

"fuck, baby." you pant, trying to catch your breath.

a proud smirk is plastered on george's face, "you good?"

"so good. your turn."

you go to drop to your knees to return the favour, but he's quick to stop you and shake his head. when a pout appears on your lips, he kisses it away.

"as amazing as that would be, i need to be inside you, like now." he pleads and grips your hips, moving you until your back is pressed against the shower wall.

contradicting his words, he slowly drags his cock through your folds, letting the tip bump your clit a few times. but you're impatient, so you replace his hand with yours and align him with your entrance, jaw dropping as he pushes in.

"fuck, you feel so good, shit." he groans, hands on your hips keeping you steady while he fucks up into you.

he starts off slow, letting you adjust, but as your moans and whimpers grow more desperate, so do his thrusts. the only two words leaving your mouth are 'fuck' and 'george', his ego growing and determination to make you cum doubling.

a particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, holding onto him tighter. the sound of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom, more than likely being heard over the water that's still running.

"you close darling, yea? you gonna cum?" he leans down, connecting your lips once again, not giving you time to respond.

the knot in your stomach is dangerously close to snapping and he knows, one of his hands leaving your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

"please george." you whimper, clenching around him so tight he swears his brain short circuits.

"cum for me."

a whine escapes your lips and you throw your head back, letting your second orgasm take over your body. his rhythm falters as you cum around him, raking your nails up his back until they're digging into his shoulders.

george's head drops to your shoulder, thrusting into you a few times before pulling out, spilling over your thighs with a moan. both of your chests are heaving while you try to even out your breathing and he places multiple kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"well, that was quite the welcome home." george chuckles, "might leave more often if that's what i get when i come back."

"don't you dare."

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a low whistle comes from behind george as he enters the kitchen. you're curled up in his bed, having had a proper shower after his 'welcome home', and he's gone to grab you some water in just a pair of joggers, not realising bright red scratch marks are all over his back.

"take it y/n is here then?" chris chuckles, eyeing george from the sofa.

"uh, yea? how'd you know?" he furrows his brows in confusion since there's no sign of your things in the kitchen or living room.

before chris can answer, arthur hill walks in, eyes widening when he notices the marks too.

"damn george, what the hell happened to you?"

"y/n." chris replies, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"ah, right." arthur nods in understanding with a smirk on his face.

deciding to ignore their comments, george walks back to his room, being met with your horrified expression when he turns around.

"george! did you actually go to the kitchen like that?" you groan and he nods, confused, "there's marks all over your back. it's so obvious we've just fucked."

well, that explains it.

a/n not proofread sorry <33 hope you enjoyed!

[orchidniins]

Aftercare | George Clarke

Summary: George taking care of you after a rough night in the sheets. Pairing: GeorgeClarkey x afab!Reader Warnings: Smut, Fluff Word count: 1.1k A/N: My favourite thing in the world to write is George Clarke smut. Definitely want to write a series for him once I clear all my asks (Open to ideas for this). Thanks for the request anon! This one's short, but I hope you enjoy it!

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George has you flipped onto your stomach, his hands gripping tightly onto the sides of your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he drives deeper.

“Fuck…George…”, you whined, your moans muffled by the pillow. He pulls you back onto his cock with each thrust. Sweat beaded down his face as he pounded into you ruthlessly from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke.

At this point, you had become a whimpering mess, your body trembling with each thrust. “George, I can’t take this anymore,” you babbled mindlessly, your voice breaking with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you.

“So soon?” he taunts, his tone dripping with mockery. He wraps his arm around your stomach, pulling you up until your back is flush against his chest. His hot breath tickles your ear as he continues his merciless thrusts.

“But you take my cock so well; you can hold on a little longer,” he growls, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. The primal sound sends shivers down your spine.

His hand slides down, fingers brushing over your sensitive clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation. You can’t help but cry out, your body writhing against him, edging you closer to your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, throwing your head back.

George takes the opportunity to snake his hand around your throat, somehow drilling into you harder than before. Your hand grips his forearm tightly, trying to keep yourself up on your knees.

“Fuck y/n,” he groans, feeling your walls clench around his cock. The way his hand grips tighter at your waist, you know he’s close as well.

Seconds later, your entire body begins to shake as you unravel around him. Pleasure-filled groans and screams of his name fill the room. The intensity of your orgasm makes your vision blur, and your nails dig into his forearm as you cling to him.

George's pace falters, a low growl escaping his lips as he feels your walls pulsate around his cock. With a final, deep thrust, his cock twitches before he releases inside you, filling you with his warmth.

You let out a breathy moan at the sensation of him spilling into you, intensifying your climax. As you both ride out the waves of pleasure, George’s grip on your throat loosens, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder in a tender kiss.

Your body melts into his, slumping back against him as your thighs threaten to give out. George’s strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you up as you both catch your breath.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you a worn-out mess.

His hands softly rub your waist, and his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck. With gentle care, he turns you around and lays you down, pulling you onto his chest. He places soft kisses on your head. brushing the hair out of your tired face. 

You swear it's like this man has two personalities. One moment, he’s pounding into you mercilessly, and the next, he’s kissing you so tenderly. He always takes extra care of you after sex, especially when he’s been rough like this.

He looks down at your tired expression, “Angel”, he softly murmurs into your ear,, "I'm so sorry, was I too rough?"

You gently shake your head, meeting his gaze with a slight smile. "No, George, it was perfect," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He leans in, softly kissing your forehead, his touch reassuring and tender.

"I'll be right back, okay?" George murmurs softly, though he doesn't wait for your answer. His lips press lightly against your shoulder before he gently separates from you, sighing as he gets out of bed.

He disappears into the bathroom for a moment, and you feel your eyes growing heavy with contentment. A minute later, you sense his hand gently caressing your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes. "I got you some water," he says softly as you sit up, accepting the glass and taking a few sips. 

He watches you attentively, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you feeling okay? Any pain?" he asks gently.

"I'm okay," you assure him, meeting his gaze with a smile. He softly runs his hand over your thigh, "I ran you a bath, let's get you cleaned up, "he says tenderly, his voice filled with care and affection.

You pout playfully at him, and he smiles warmly, his eyes full of affection as he gazes at you. "I know you're tired, but the warm water will make you feel better," he assures you, his voice soothing and caring. "Come on," he continues softly, reaching out to lift you effortlessly into his arms. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, feeling safe in his embrace.

He gently helps you into the tub, settling in behind you as you rest against his chest. His fingers trace over the bruises he had left on your waist, and he asks you softly, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You smile reassuringly, leaning into his touch. "I'm okay, George," you say softly, taking his hand and kissing it before lacing your fingers together. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his voice tender. "Always, darling. I'll always take care of you."

Once you two are cleaned up, dried off and changed, he helps you out of the bath, his arms supporting you gently despite your protests that you can walk. Ignoring your objections, George carries you back to the bed and carefully lays you down, tenderly ensuring you're comfortable before returning to your side.

He settles against the pillows, pulling you close with his arm wrapped instinctively around you. His steady heartbeat soothes you as you nestle against him. You rest your head on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes.

His fingers find their way into your hair, gently stroking in slow, soothing motions that relax you further. You cuddle closer, absorbing the warmth of his body and the comfort of his touch.

"I love you so much," he whispers softly, his voice a murmur in the quiet room. You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, his blue eyes filled with affection as your hand rests gently on his chest. "I love you too, baby," you reply tenderly,

He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering briefly. As you feel the exhaustion take over you, George's hand moves to cradle your head against his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into sleep. 

Soon you drift off, enveloped in the comfort of his embrace.

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“May I… attend to you, madam?” ₊˚⊹♡

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♯┆ butler roleplay, submissive george clarke

your boyfriend george has just got home from a sidemen shoot dressed as a butler, and now he just wants to serve you

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The soft click of the door unlocking signaled George’s return, and excitement fluttered in my chest. He had spent the entire day filming for the Sidemen, something about JJ and Harry and a challenges set by them. I knew their fans loved pushing him into outrageous situations, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when he stepped through the door.

There he was, standing in the doorway of our apartment, dressed head-to-toe in a butler’s uniform. The black tailcoat hugged his frame perfectly, and his crisp white shirt, bowtie, and polished shoes made him look both absurd and devastatingly handsome. His gloves were stark white, contrasting sharply against his dark coat, and his posture—so straight and proper—made him look like he had just stepped out of an old-world manor.

“George…” I began, biting back a laugh. “What is this?”

He flashed me a playful grin, stepping further inside. “Last dare of the video,” he explained, unashamed. “They had me be a butler for Josh, Vik and Tobi”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “I didn’t think butlers looked so… handsome,” I teased, walking over to him and giving his outfit an appreciative once-over. “I could get used to this.”

George’s grin turned into something more mischievous, his eyes darkening slightly as he met my gaze. Without warning, he straightened his back, adopting a formal tone. “Madam,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and rich, “I am at your service. How may I assist you this evening?”

My heart skipped a beat at the way he was looking at me, the playfulness in his eyes tinged with something more. “Oh, so we’re doing this, are we?” I asked, moving closer until I was standing right in front of him.

He didn’t break character for a second. “Whatever you need, madam,” he replied, bowing his head ever so slightly, his lips curving into a small smile as he glanced back up at me. “Just say the word.”

I ran my fingers over the smooth lapel of his jacket, feeling the fine fabric beneath my touch. “Well, since you’re offering,” I said softly, looking up at him through my lashes, “I wouldn’t mind a little attention.”

George’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. “As you wish,” he murmured, stepping closer until his body was almost brushing against mine. His eyes were dark with intent now, though his tone remained calm and professional, adding a layer of tension. “May I… attend to you, madam?”

My breath hitched slightly as I nodded, my pulse quickening. George’s gloved hand reached out to gently guide me toward the couch, his touch light but commanding. Once I sat, he remained standing, looking down at me with a mixture of playfulness and desire.

He knelt in front of me, taking off his gloves one finger at a time, and I watched, entranced by how slow and deliberate his movements were. He set them aside carefully, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, his hands—now bare and warm—slid over my knees and up my thighs, stopping just shy of where I wanted him to go.

“Comfortable, madam?” he asked, his voice low and velvety, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Very.”

George smirked, his hands now gently caressing my sides, his touch barely there, teasing. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he spoke. “Would it please you if I took care of your stress for the evening?”

I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes,” I breathed, tilting my head back slightly as his lips ghosted over my skin.

“As you wish,” he whispered, and then his lips met my neck in the softest of kisses. He moved slowly, trailing his mouth along the curve of my neck, sending waves of warmth through me with each touch. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer as his lips traveled lower, kissing just beneath my ear, his breath hot and teasing against my skin.

“Is this to your liking, madam?” he murmured between kisses, his lips brushing against my skin with each word.

A soft gasp escaped me, my hands sliding up to his shoulders, gripping the fine fabric of his jacket. “Yes…” I whispered, my voice shaky but full of need. “More.”

George obliged, his kisses growing more purposeful, more sensual. His lips trailed down the curve of my neck to my collarbone, and I could feel the heat of him pressing against me as he shifted closer. His hands slipped under my shirt slightly, his touch warm and firm as he dragged a finger over my bare breast, sending electricity through me.

“Shall I continue, madam?” he asked softly, his voice hushed, filled with both tenderness and a teasing edge.

I smiled, threading my fingers through his hair as I pulled him closer. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, my breath catching as his lips found a sensitive spot along my collarbone, stopping to pull my shirt from over my head, leaving me exposed to him.

“As you wish,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper as he shifted us both, pulling me gently into his lap so that I was straddling him. The feel of his warmth against my naked chest, the way he held me so carefully but firmly—it was intoxicating.

His hands roamed my back, pulling me closer as his lips moved up to meet mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was filled with the same heat that had been building between us since he walked through the door. I melted into him, feeling his heartbeat match my own as the kiss grew more urgent.

George pulled back slightly, just enough to speak, his forehead resting against mine. “Anything else, madam?” he asked softly, his breath mingling with mine.

I laughed quietly, my heart still racing. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” I teased, brushing my fingers over his cheek.

He smiled, his hands gently cradling my face as he kissed me again, softer this time. “I think it’s you who’s enjoying this, my beautiful girl,” he whispered against my lips.

I laughed again, but there was no denying the truth. The way he was holding me, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered—it was addictive.

“Maybe I am,” I admitted softly, my fingers trailing down his chest. “But you still haven’t given me everything I want.”

His eyes darkened with desire, his hands moving down to my hips. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours,” he said, his voice deep and filled with promise.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear as I whispered, “I want you.”

George’s grip on my hips tightened ever so slightly, his eyes locking with mine. “As you wish.” he murmured, and then his lips were on mine again, this time with no hesitation, no teasing—just raw, unspoken longing.

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a/n: i’m literally addicted to rewatching the ksi and w2s control the sidemen video cause OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT MAN

[w2soneshots]

Please can we get some soft fluffy george clarke smut??

Unexperienced -George clarkey

words: 1.1k+

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v, head (fem rec), cream pie, experienced!george x unexperienced!reader.

summary: George invites you to his apartment for a romantic dinner, when things turn spicy you inform him that you haven’t done it many times.

notes: hello! I’ve combined two requests into one for this so here’s the second one🫶🏼. My first George Clarkey smut👀, enjoy!!❤️‍🔥

I've been dating George for just under three months now, we still haven't had sex, though I really want to. Tonight I'm going round to his flat for dinner whilst his roommates are away on a boys trip that George opted out of. I think this might be the night.

I spent extra time showering, shaving and getting ready. Once I'd finished it was time for me to leave so I quickly grabbed my bag, slipped my heels on and left.

I took a long, deep breath as I sat in the back of the uber, my nerves taking over my senses. I texted George when I was five minutes away, he said that he'd come downstairs to meet me before we headed up to his apartment.

Once the car pulled up I thanked the driver then got out. I was met by my boyfriend, a wide smile on his face. I smiled back, quickly walking towards him. Our lips connected almost immediately. "Hey," he whispered, after a quick kiss. "You look amazing."

"Okay... you ready?" He asked, his hand on the door handle of his front door, ready to open it. I nodded, exited to see what his 'surprise' was.

The door opened to reveal his dimly lit apartment. He stepped aside so that I could enter first. I gasped softly when I saw the kitchen island, roses in a vase on the counter, along with place settings ready for food. I turned around happily. "This is a little bit cheesy George," I teased. He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he looked down at me.

We sat down and he grabbed the food out of the oven using an oven mitt. Then he scooped some onto my plate. "Mmm, lovely. Thank you." I took a bite. "You're welcome my love," he replied before sitting down himself.

After eating I helped him clean up then we went over to the sofa, immediately sitting down and getting comfortable. I lay my legs on his lap. He gazed over at me. "What?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. "You're just so beautiful," he said softly. I moved toward him, tilting my head to the side. "Oh really?" "Mhm," he smiled.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands made their way to my waist, squeezing slightly. He closed the distance between us by leaning into me and connecting our lips. He hummed into the kiss when my fingers intertwined with his hair.

We stayed like that for a little while before I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. "I- I haven't actually-" his brows furrowed. "you're a virgin?!" He exclaimed before I could finish. "No, no. I just haven't done it many times. As in, I've only done it with one person. And he wasn't... well... it was pretty shit." He chuckled softly. "Oh, right. You're about to have the best night of your life then babe..."

He picked me up swiftly and took me into his bedroom. I shrieked in surprise. He then placed me onto the bed carefully. I smiled widely up at him and he returned it. I pulled at the hem of his shirt and he quickly took it off. I ran my hand down his toned chest before pushing up onto my elbows to bring his lips back to mine.

It was slow and romantic, each of us soaking up every second like we never wanted it to end (because we didn't). His hand slowly made its way to the strap of my dress and my breath hitched. He pulled back slightly. "Is this okay?" He asked, his voice quiet. I nodded softly, a reassuring smile on my face.

He leaned back and began pulling down my dress, his eyes taking in every part of my body as I became more exposed. "So beautiful," he muttered under his breath. The lights were dimmed so I could only just make out the look on his face, he looked to be in a state of awe.

After discarding all of my clothes, other than my bra, and removing his jeans, he moved so that his head was between my legs. A warm feeling spread through my stomach in anticipation. My breathing was becoming shallow and breathy while his remained controlled.

He kissed up my thighs. I let out a quiet hum, that turned into a gasp as he pressed a kiss to my clit. My hand instinctively reached down to grab a fistful of his hair. He continued, adding his tongue. I dug my heels into the soft white mattress as a loud moan escaped my mouth.

I gently but quickly pulled him up towards me. A small smirk played on his lips, before he kissed me. I reached down, my hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers. He let out a soft groan as my hand came in contact with his dick. "I wanna feel you," I whispered into his ear.

In what felt like seconds his underwear was discarded onto the floor somewhere and he was back on top of me. "You ready baby?" He asked, his voice horse. "Yeah, yes, please George..."

He pushed his tip through my folds. I gripped his back, my manicured nails digging in to his skin. He began kissing from my jaw down to my neck. I leaned my head back, giving him access. When he finally bottomed out he waited a second, letting me adjust before starting to move.

"Oh... my... god-" he plummeted into me, my legs now wrapped around his hips. A silent tear slid down my cheek, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head as he repeatedly hit the soft spongy spot inside of me.

The room filled with my moans and his quiet grunts. "Jesus- you feel so- so good," he muttered. I could barely focus on what he was saying, my mind becoming foggy as I approached my orgasm. "George! I'm gonna-" "come baby- come on my cock," he spat out.

I came... hard, my whole body felt as though it was buzzing as George helped me to ride out my orgasm. I knew he was also close as his thrusts were becoming sloppy. "Inside George, I'm on the pill-" I managed to mumble before he also came, deep inside of me.

Both of our bodies fell limp, his head dug into the crack of my neck. "So that's what I've been missing this whole time," I breathed. He chuckled softly before disconnecting our bodies and falling onto his back next to me. "This is just the beginning babe."

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Hi, you are literally the best Clarkeey writer I've seen and I love you for that sm! Please can we get some more fluffy smut for george?

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sometimes, george just craves closeness.

he longs for intimacy, he longs for the comfort, and he longs for the gentle atmosphere that comes with it. where he is always surrounded by the male gender, living with the two arthur's and chris, he's used to the boisterous and noisy behaviour that comes along with them all living together... so when he finally gets the escape at yn's flat, he just drinks it in. he's thankful for it. the peace, the cosiness, the loving and soft atmosphere making him never want to leave.

and he loves it there.

knowing that she lives alone and it's her own space without someone else to make him feel awkward. knowing that they'll never be rudely interrupted by others wandering around and not knowing what the word privacy means. knowing that it's just the two of them and only them in the flat with no nosey occupants there to listen in to what the two of them were up to. he could lay on her sofa and watch what he wanted on the television when she occupied herself with her chores and her errands. he could eat what he wanted. he could rummage in her cupboards and eat the biscuits she had or each the fruit she had on her kitchen counter. he could walk around in his comfy clothes or just his boxers and not need to worry someone would see him.

it was just her.

and she made the flat hers.

she had canvas prints and tapestries hung around in the bare corners of her living room, fairy lights hanging on the many shelves she had on her walls, candles in every room an an oil burner to accompany it with the same smells being given off by the heat, lots of family photos hung on the walls and photos of himself and her in photo frames on her windowsill and on her bedside table. a television on the wall and a reclining sofa with the softest throw blanket draped over the back that he absolutely loves and fell victim the the warmth it gave when he laid beneath it.

her bedroom was almost the same as her living space. with a double bed and plenty of decorative pillows (and a teddy bear, holding a love heart, that he had brought her for their very first valentines day), an en-suite bathroom, and a window that overlooked london - which he says he could sit and stare at all day. her bedroom walls painted with the colours of the sunset on the good days.

and he loves the vibe it gives. cosy, warm, full of love.

on particular nights, moreso the nights where his days had been busy and he hadn't been able to sit down and have time to himself, all he wants is her.

his yn.

and, as if their feelings were synced up and as if she knows that he's had a long and tiring day without speaking to him, she wants him.

in a way that's sensual. almost animalistic. like it's all that can suffice their feelings on the inside. as soon as he steps foot through her door and before he can kick off his shoes, in the middle of taking off his jacket, and she's attached to his front. hands cupping his cheeks, his stubble tickling her upper lip and his beard scratching her chin, and he can't tear himself away. stumbling in the direction of the sofa, not the bedroom, because they're desperate. craving the pleasure that the other can give. in dire need of something.

and he would take it in any form.

letting it happen anywhere that they felt comfortable.

a blowjob. a handjob. his head between her legs. cowgirl. missionary. on the floor. against the wall. on the kitchen counter. neither of them really cared, just as long as they were happy. her legs around his waist, hands on her bum, arms around his neck, fingers twisting into the tufts of hair at the back of his head.

"i missed you."

it was mumbled against her lips, almost completely incoherent, but she knows what he says.

"you saw me yesterday, doofus," her lips are swollen, his cheeks are flushed pink, and the ache between her legs was positively pulsing as soon as she made eye contact with him, "you miss me that much?"

he nods, almost pathetically, and she smiles ever so softly. her thumb brushing over the skin of his cheek as her other hand combed the brown locks on his head, their breathing rhythmic as their exhaled breaths mixed between the two of them.

"always. hate it when we're apart," he practically whines it out and she feels her heart flutter, "love to be with you. next to you. sleeping with you and sleeping with you."

she smirks and he feels the sofa against the back of his bare legs. his chino shorts feeling tight against his crotch as they stretched across the bulge forming behind the material. her legs unhooking from his waist so he could sit himself down but his hands stay firm to her hips. there was no way he was letting her get off.

"right here?"

he nods to her question and she's quick to attach her fingers to the button of his shorts, unbuttoning the button and unzipping his zip, tips of her fingers tucking beneath the waistband and his hands leave her hips for a moment, just so he could push himself up so she could pull his shorts, as well as his boxers, down. far enough down his legs to free the boner that was silently begging for release.

"are you sure?"

"baby, yes. christ," he murmurs and his hands are back at her hips, hoisting the oversized jumper (which he was sure had come from his wardrobe) up her figure, hooking his thumbs into the sleep shorts on her lower body and pulling them down with ease, "i need you. right now."

her hand wraps around the girth of his cock, thumb brushing over the tip, and he could feel himself ready to burst under her touch. a soft whimper rolling off his tongue, head rolling back, and his hips buck up to the feeling of her warm palm.

"right now?"

"baby," he chokes out, "come on. don't tease me now."

"but it's so fun," she hums softly and he rolls his eyes dramatically, feeling the fingers on one of his hands tickle up her thigh and stop in between her the flesh of her legs, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to where she wanted to feel him, "i'm sorry."

"you're lucky you're just so damn irresistible," he murmurs, brushing his fingers over where she needed him the most, toes twitching at the feeling of the tips of his fingers nudging the bundle of nerves, "like that?"

she hums in delight and bites down on her bottom lip, stopping her hips from moving as she let him do the work, keeping her attention on his cock in her hand. jerking up and down, up and down, as a short form of foreplay before the real thing... not that either of them ever needed a warm-up. he was always rock solid for her and she was always soaked for him.

neither of them need to ask the other if they were ready... his hand takes over from hers, giving himself a few pumps with his wrist, and he takes it upon himself to line up the tip of his cock to the heat of her folds, filling her up and letting her take control of the motions. a shiver running down his spine and a gentle moan leaving her mouth as she takes him in, deep and hitting right at the spot that makes her quiver for him.

and he would be lying if he said he didn't go weak at the knees with the sounds she made.

the grunts, the moans, the whimpers, the soft profanities when he bucked his hips up to meet her movements. her hands tugging on his hair as he covered her neck with kisses, letting his mouth leave a line of wet pecks alongside the occasional hickey that he had gotten a little too carried away in leaving behind. her thighs tensing and shaking, her grinding motions falling sloppy as she felt more and more tired.

"i need-"

"me too," she admits and he lifts his head from her collarbone, lips shining with saliva, and he has a deep and dark, lust-filled look in his eyes that told her exactly what he needed, "me too."

"together?"

she nods and his hands grip tighter to the flesh of her hips, nails deep in her skin, and she can't resist letting herself go. head rolling back as she grunts out her orgasm, loud and satisfied, with george's orgasm filling her up. his own moans mixing with her hers as their movement sounded sloppy and wet, her body convulsing on top of him.

and they sit, in a comfortable silence, that wasn't proper silence due to the rise and fall of their chests as they inhaled and exhaled tiredly.

"good?"

"so good," he grins tiredly and her arms wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, holding him tightly in a hug, "always."

"always?"

"always," he reiterates and he closes his eyes in contentment, "nice to actually be loud."

her cheeks redden and she's glad he can't properly see her because he would have teased her like there was no tomorrow; but, she had to agree with him. be free in her own home, no need to be quiet, and it felt good to take in everything instead of rushing to get their clothes back on in case someone walked in during their post-sex haze.

"you're the best."

"nah," she shakes her head and looks at him, giving his lips a quick peck, "you're the best."

"i love you," he brings his hands up and brings her face closer to his so he could leave kiss after kiss after kiss on her lips, "i love you so so much."

"sex makes you soppy," she teases him and he frowns, "but i love you too. so so so much."

if you made it this far, thank youuuuu! always love the soft smut you guys make me write... blessed to have someone enjoy it as much as you guys do! xx