#Gwil lee smut

[bohemiansweede]

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Pairing Gwil Lee & Reader

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A/N Gwils POV please like and reblog or leave a comment thank you

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The Assistant (Kinktober Day 12: Office Sex)

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Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 2,075

Warnings: coercion so dubcon, oral sex (m receiving), semi-public sex, workplace sex, dom!gwil sub! reader, sex in exchange for money.

A/N: This one has been in the back of my head for literally months. I think it was inspired by a post I saw on a porn blog but they got deleted so I can't be sure.

When you’d applied for the executive assistant job there’d been no sign of anything sketchy at the company. Admittedly you hadn’t researched them much other than a quick google, but there’d been no red flags that you saw. You’d decided to apply because you needed the money and couldn’t find work in any fields related to your degree. An assistant role seemed like both a sensible way to make a regular paycheck and a fairly easy job to keep you occupied until something else turned up. Besides, at a well-regarded company like Lee, Jones and Boynton you could potentially make connections with high-profile people and that was always useful. So you’d applied, had an interview with the HR management and the man you’d be working for, Gwilym Lee. Apparently they’d liked you enough to hire you and before you knew it you were stationed at the desk outside Mr Lee’s office. You were his personal assistant which meant not just answering phones like you initially assumed, but also managing his calendar, taking minutes during meetings, and basically doing whatever he asked of you. It wasn’t too taxing but it did keep you busy which you liked. Besides, Gwilym was very handsome and you got to spend a lot of time watching him through the glass wall of his office. It was a major perk, and a slight distraction on slower days. Once or twice, you’d let yourself fantasise about hiding under his desk to blow him while he worked or riding him in the backseat of his company car.  

You’d been at the company for a few months when you were due to have a meeting with your boss to discuss how you were finding things and evaluate your performance. The whole thing made you nervous and you had to keep reminding yourself that Gwilym was very nice and very pleased with your work so far. You weren’t about to be fired. All the same, you made sure you dressed professionally that day and did the utmost on your work while waiting to be called into his office.   Luckily, Gwilym didn’t make you wait too long before calling you in. He directed you over to a set of chairs in the corner of his office so there was no desk between you. It helped you feel more at ease, like it was less of a professional judgement and more just a conversation. But he got right to it once you were comfortable.   “So, Y/N, how have you been finding the job?”  “It’s been really great actually.”  “That’s good to hear.” He chuckled, “I’ve been very pleased with your performance. Your attention to detail has been outstanding and you’ve kept up with the demanding nature of keeping me organised.”   You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the praise.   “This whole thing is really just a formality. But if there’s any questions you had that you haven’t had a chance to ask, please ask them now.”  “Well, there was one thing,” you started, a little uncomfortable with the topic but wanting to get clarity all the same.  “Go on.”  “When I first interviewed, I remember it being mentioned that there was room for wage increases. I just wanted to check if it was an annual adjustment or something I have to apply for. How does it work?”  “Smart girl for asking. There are a few ways. A regular increase to your pay will come into effect every two or three years. There are bonuses available towards the end of the year. And, of course, we can always have a discussion about it and come to an arrangement between ourselves. Do you need extra money?”   You couldn’t help but blush at his forthright question, “Well...”  “It’s okay Y/N, you can talk to me.” He placed his hand on your knee, comfortingly, “If you need extra money urgently we can work something out.”  “Not necessarily urgently. Just that my roommate moved out quite unexpectedly and no one’s taken her room yet so I’ll have to cover the rent on my own until I find someone. I can cover it fine on my current pay. I know I haven’t really been here long enough for a raise or anything, I just was curious about it.”  Gwilym hummed in thought, “Well, yes, a raise may not be possible just yet but there is a way I can help. It’d be a small bonus to your pay. A couple hundred dollars a month maybe.”  “Are you sure? That seems like a lot.”  “Y/N, I like you. You’re an incredible assistant. The work you did to organise those Bangkok meetings was outstanding. I want to help you.”  “Thank you Mr Lee. Do I have to fill out a form or anything?”  “Nothing so formal. I can alert the finance department on your behalf and they’ll make the adjustment. All you have to do is suck me off.” His hand tightened on your knee for a moment before he released you.   “Sorry Sir, what?”  “Suck me off.” He said it slower, annunciating each individual word clearly. “I understand if you need time to consider. You may go.”  You nodded and left the office, not quite sure what had happened. And for the rest of the day you muddled through your duties, entirely distracted and unsure what to do.  

It was all you thought about when you got home. And for the next few days too. It crossed your mind that you’d misunderstood and then when you convinced yourself you hadn’t, it occurred to you that you should probably report him. Make a #metoo tweet, alert someone else in the company. But then the rent came due and you were left with less in the bank than you expected.  He was offering you the money you needed. You could get by without it but it’d be a lot easier if you had it, especially if it took a while to find a new roommate. And what was the harm really. Gwilym was handsome and you liked him anyway. You’d even fantasised about doing exactly what he’d asked you to do so it wasn’t like you were entirely opposed to it. By the time you next got into work you’d made up your mind to accept the offer. Instead of leaving work at your usual time that evening, you stayed in your seat, knowing that Gwilym would be staying late that night. He didn’t seem too surprised when he looked up and saw you still at your desk. He just smirked at you through the glass and then called you in.   You took a deep breath as you stood up, smoothed out the blouse and skirt you were wearing, and entered his office.  

“You wanted to see me Sir?”  “What are you still doing here Y/N?”  “I thought you might...need me tonight.”  He raised an eyebrow and kept looking at you.  You felt completely flustered by his gaze and within seconds he’d broken through your defences, blurting out, “I’ll do it Mr Lee.”  “Do what Y/N?”  “The thing we talked about.”  “You’ll need to be much more specific.”  You groaned when you realised he was going to make you say it out loud, “I’m here to suck you off.”  Gwilym shrugged, “Who said the offer is still on the table? Maybe you took too long to decide. Maybe there’s another piece of arse who wants it more. By the sounds of it you don’t really need the money anyway.”  “No, Sir, I do. I really need it. Please, I’ll do anything you want. Whatever you want.”  Gwilym smiled again, “Good. I just needed to know how desperate you are. Now, over here. My cock’s big but not so big you can reach it from across the room.”  You gulped and walked towards him as he swivelled in his chair so that his legs were no longer under his desk.   “I like this outfit you’re wearing. But you should undo a couple of buttons so I can see your tits better. That’s a good girl.”  Your fingers fumbled with the buttons as you exposed your chest for him and nervously knelt between his legs.   Gwilym made no move to help you. You had to unzip his fly and pull his dick out on your own. He was semi hard, so you spat into your hand and stroked him to full stiffness. He'd not been lying about being big and for a moment you felt completely intimidated. You waited for a word of encouragement as your hand slid up and down the shaft, waited for any sort of praise or direction from him. But he barely paid you attention, clicking through his emails instead. Somehow that was more humiliating than if he’d been staring at you. Even when you actually put your mouth on him, you got no recognition. You sucked on his head, hoping to get some sort of response but there was not so much as a groan. And when you began bobbing up and down his shaft, trying to take more and more of his length, it was the same. A couple of times his hips twitched, and once you were rewarded with a quiet hum of pleasure. But that was it. For the most part he took no interest in what you were doing and gave no indication that he was enjoying it. Which, stupidly, just made you push yourself further, aching for some sort of praise. You gagged on his cock and then tried to take more, hoping that if you got him in your throat, he’d give you a moan. When that didn’t work you moved faster, a constant string of little gagging sounds rising from you as you practically fucked your mouth on his cock. And still just the click of his mouse.  

You didn’t know how to feel or what to do other than keep sucking his cock. It was embarrassing how badly you wanted his approval. Shameful that you were getting wet from his lack of attention while you whored yourself out to him. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. A tiny thought popped into the back of your head. That, if he wasn’t happy with your efforts, he may refuse you the money. That you’d have put yourself in this situation for nothing. It was unthinkable and you were determined not to let that happen. So, you doubled your effort, tried to show him that you enjoyed submitting to his desires. With a mouth full of his cock you moaned, earning a pleased laugh from Gwil but nothing else. 

In fact, the only reaction you really got was when he came. His hand came up to the back of your head and he held you in place firmly. You tried to move back, to shake him off, but he was too strong and too determined to keep you shoved down his length. All you could do was gag and take it as he came, ashamed by the wetness you could feel in your underwear.   When he was done he let you go and you gasped for breathe. But there was semen running down his shaft where it had escaped your lips and you knew he would not be satisfied with your performance if you were not thorough enough. So you licked him clean, made sure you sucked every drop of cum from his cock, before you sat back, licking your lips clean too.  

For a moment you sat there, panting, waiting for further instruction. But then Gwilym tucked his cock away and zipped his pants up and you knew you were dismissed. You stood and moved towards the doorway, feeling sick to the stomach and close to tears, but he stopped you before you could leave.   “Wait, Y/N.”   You turned towards, trying to remain composed despite how humiliated you felt.   “Well done. I’ll make sure the bonus is transferred to your account, you’ll have it by tomorrow.”  “Thank you Mr Lee.”  “If you want more then you’ll stay late again. I can keep paying you but you’ll have to keep earning it.”  “Yes Sir.”  “I think I should test out a new hole though, so don’t worry about underwear.”  “Yes Sir.”  “Oh and Y/N,”  “Yes?”  “On a related note, tomorrow I don’t want to see those top buttons done up.”  “Is that all Sir?”  “Yes, that’s all. You’re a very good assistant. Goodnight Y/N” 

[queenmylovely]

Gwil time 3 (more smut): reader and gwil are trying for a baby but theyre crashing at a friends place overnight when shes ovulating so have to be sneaky about it 🤭🤭

Obvs this is out of order for the asks I have received, but ideas popped into my head immediately upon reading this so I had to work on it first. Warnings are talk of trying to get pregnant and smut, 1.7k words

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After an evening of wine, chatting, and a couple board games, you and Gwil were crashing in the spare bedroom of your friends, Marica and Cory, place. This was because you were going to a mutual friends’ wedding the next day and they lived in the same city, Birmingham. It was around 11:00pm when you were climbing into bed, having done your nightly routine and hung up your things for the next day.

Gwil was grabbing his phone from the pocket of his jacket, where he had left it in an attempt to be more present, something he had decided he should be working on. You watched him check a couple messages and respond before his face pulled into a grimace.

Frowning, you asked, “What’s up?”

He bit his lip and looked at you hesitantly, “Um, I guess I missed the notification because my phone’s been in my jacket, but you’re ovulating.”

You threw your head back in exasperation, “Gwil! You said you were going to keep track of that, this is not an ideal place to be having this issue.”

A few months ago, you and Gwil had started trying for a baby, and had decided that Gwil would be the one to track your ovulation and everything because he was much more organized and tech savvy than you were.

“I know, darling, I’m sorry. But, even if I had known a couple hours ago, what would we have done? Gone to a pay by the hour hotel in the middle of hanging out with Marica and Cory?” Gwil reasoned, trying to get himself out of trouble.

Sighing softly, you nodded, “S’pose not, but I’d greatly prefer not having them know we’re having sex just down the hall.”

“I agree,” Gwil nodded, finally climbing in next to you, facing you, and sliding a hand to rest on your thigh, a little higher than just an innocent touch.

You smiled, then thought for a second, “Maybe you should just get off, I’m so much louder that if it was only you, they probably wouldn’t be able to hear.”

Gwil frowned deeply at that, “I do not want to just use you to get off.”

“Well, it’s something that I want too, and it’s for a larger purpose,” you tried to persuade him. Then with a cheeky smile, “Plus the thought of you using me is kinda really hot.”

At that, Gwil paused, looking at you and the way you were looking at him, and you felt his fingers tighten slightly on your thigh. Then he shook his head, “No, stop that. You know that it works better if you get off too.”

You scrunched up your face, “Fine, you’re right, but when Marica and Cory complain that we kept them up, you have to take all the blame.”

Gwil leaned in close to you, holding your face in place, “Will do.”

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Then he kissed you, soft. No matter the situation, Gwil always kissed you softly. At first. Faster than you were anticipating, he started to kiss you deeper, with more urgency that made a fire light in your lower stomach and blurred your thoughts at the edges. He slipped the hand on your face into your hair, pulling just enough to really feel it, but not too much to hurt. The other moved further up the inside of your thigh, his long fingers starting to trail up and down over your clothed slit.

You whimpered, reaching for the hem of Gwil’s shirt, knowing that the sooner you got the both of you undressed, the sooner you would get his hands where you really wanted them. Gwil let you take it off for him, and then did the same for you, smoothing his hands up your sides and squeezing your breasts lightly and running his thumbs over your nipples in a way that made your breath hitch and had you rushing forward to kiss him.

Gwil was able to get your pants and underwear off without breaking the kiss, but he pulled back to slip his thumb into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around it, you laved it with your tongue, making sure it was wet like he wanted. Then he pulled his thumb from your mouth and replaced it with his lips, reaching down between your thighs to press his thumb against your clit.

Inhaling sharply, you dropped one of your hands that had been on his shoulders to his wrist, holding it tightly in place. He kept going, and as he moved his lips along your jaw and down to your pulse point, you moaned unabashedly and Gwil stopped his ministrations temporarily. You almost whined, but realized why Gwil had stopped and felt your cheeks heat up.

“Careful, darling. You know I love to hear you, but I can’t say the same for our friends,” Gwil warned with a sweet smile.

“I know. I’ll t-try,” your words caught when Gwil started rubbing your clit slowly again. “Maybe you should fuck me, fuck, from behind so I can keep my head in the pillows.”

Gwil grinned and you shivered because of the look in his eye, “That can be arranged.”

He then flipped you over, and it was all you could do not to squeal in surprise and delight, muffling your laugh with your hand. You were flat on your stomach, but Gwil pulled you so your knees were bent and your ass was in the air. The smooth pillowcase made it hard to grab a pillow for a second, but you got a hold of one and positioned it so you could rest your forearms and your face on it, hoping it would do a good enough job of muffling you. Gwil’s pajama bottoms and briefs hit the floor with a small thud and you felt your heart rate speed up in anticipation.  

You felt Gwil get settled behind you and shook your ass back towards him playfully. Hearing his laugh, next you felt a small sting as he spanked you lightly (not as hard as you both usually liked it, but that was a sacrifice made because of the sound).

Unable to see anything he was doing, you imagined that he was taking a bit of time to jerk himself until he was fully hard. You could feel his opposite hand splayed on your ass, pushing you slightly forward. Then you were totally surprised when you felt warm liquid falling onto your pussy, dripping down to your clit and probably the sheets too. The realization that it was Gwil’s spit made you moan and shift your hips backward, hoping to speed along the process.

Gwil smirked to himself, knowing what you wanted without you saying a thing. He was also happy to know that the pillow was doing a good job of muffling you. Positioning his cock, he swiped it down and up your folds once before slowly entering you, still relishing the feeling of fucking you raw, even months into trying to get pregnant.

Once he bottomed out, he paused long enough for you to shift yourself forward, trying to fuck yourself on his cock with a frustrated groan. Gwil let you get as far forward as you could, about halfway off his dick before he used his hands on your hips to drive yours back into his own. The feeling took your breath away, and you immediately wanted him to do it again.

Nodding frantically, you leaned forward again, and soon the two of you had developed a rhythm that had you whining into the pillow as the pleasure built and built. Gwil was having a hard time keeping quiet as well, one of his hands covering his mouth as he moaned deeply each time your bodies were flush.

As you kept going, you got faster and faster until it was like every breath was being pushed out of you by the thrusts. As far as you could tell, the bed was only creaking when Gwil adjusted how he was kneeling, which kind of sucked because each time he moved even a fraction of an inch, it sent a brand new bolt of pleasure through you.

Gwil shifted his weight and then felt you clench around him, swearing behind his hand at the feeling. Slowing just a little, he dropped his hand and tapped your hip, “How close are you? Numbers.”

You lifted your head to let him know, “7 out of 10, feels so good Gwil.”

“Fuck okay, I’m at an 8, need you to rub your clit for me, okay darling?” he asked and you nodded, shakily shifting one hand underneath your body and he restarted his pace from before.

After only a minute of rubbing tight circles on your clit, you got to the edge faster than you could tell Gwil, but he could tell from the way your pussy was fluttering around his cock and kept doing exactly what he was doing, knowing that was the best way to get you there.

Seconds later, you came, shuddering as your pleasure rippled through you and keening into the pillow even as the feeling took your breath away. Even through all of that, you kept in time with Gwil, wanting him to finish even more than you had wanted to yourself.

As your orgasm started to fade, you raised yourself on your arms and turned back to look at Gwil, saying softly but wantonly, “C’mon Gwil, come for me. Fill me up with your cum, I want it.”

Gwil’s eyes went wide as he came, moans mostly muffled by the hand that was back over his mouth, but you loved watching him come undone and hearing whatever slipped through the cracks. As his orgasm subsided, he pulled out slowly, both of you exhaling deeply as he did.

“Hand me a pillow,” he said quietly, and when you did, he helped you turn onto your back, placing the pillow under your butt to keep your hips lifted.

Then he joined you laying down on the bed, an arm slung across your waist as his head rested next to yours. You turned to face him and kissed him, keeping it soft again.

“Do you think it worked?” you mumbled, sleepily excited.

“I think we should give it a little more than 30 seconds to decide whether or not it did,” Gwil pointed out and you fondly rolled your eyes.

“Always so rational,” you teased before bringing your lips to his again.

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[c4n-i-be-saved]

Gwilym in this photo gives me MAJOR prof!gwil vibes, yes.

[bluesfortheredj]

Am I interrupting?

Smut ahead.

Gwilym had said goodbye at least three times already but a new tangent of conversation always seemed to start up just before anyone could end the video call, and after being poised in the next room on the bed for more than half an hour you were beginning to give up on the idea of him finding you. You’d talked yourself into wearing the lacy black lingerie set you’d purchased on a whim a few weeks ago, and being as the bag it was hidden in had quite literally fallen out of the wardrobe you thought it’d be the ideal time to try it on. You were a little nervous when you got it out and held it up, but seeing it on your body with your breasts filling out cups of the bra perfectly and the lace of the knickers caressing your peachy bum tightly, you suddenly felt a wave of confidence.

“Yes, definitely!” you hear Gwil laugh, his voice muffled through the wall, “okay, speak soon, bye… bye!”

The two byes were a promising sign but as you get to the spare room door you hear him laughing once more and the sound of the other guys on the other end of the phone, but you take a deep breath and hope that he hasn’t got his back to the door as you slowly push it open to reveal your scantily clad body. Gwilym’s smile falters as he clocks you standing there in nothing but the lace set, and his eyes flit from the screen to your figure rapidly as he stutters out an apologetic final goodbye and ends the video before putting the phone face down on the desk beside him.

“I… you… fuck,” he mutters, his lips struggling to stay still as they open and close like a fish.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt...” you say apologetically as you walk towards him.

He shuffles on the chair, an old wooden one from the kitchen that you’d put into the spare room to act as an office chair until he decided on the perfect one, and being as he’s not tucked himself underneath the desk you take the opportunity to sit astride his thighs while he continues to stare at you in complete astonishment.

“I just got a little impatient sitting next door waiting for you,” you continue.

“You were… waiting?” he manages to croak, “like that?”

“Yes,” you chuckle as your forearms rest on his shoulders and your fingers move lightly through the hair at the nape of his neck, “I was all laid out on the bed for about 45 minutes before I cut you off like that.”

“45…? All that time? Why didn’t you come in sooner?!” he questions, his eyes wide with desire as his bespectacled gaze travels up and down your curves.

You laugh at his reaction before kissing his lips delicately, pulling away before he can even react to your movement, then you feel his strong hands land with a slap on your thighs before squeezing the soft flesh lovingly. You shuffle forwards until your heat is directly above his crotch then you begin to move your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself on his trousers as you suck gently at his neck, the lace of your knickers disappearing into your slit as you spread yourself apart the more you grind against him. His hands gradually find their way to your pert bottom and he grips on tightly as he helps to push you against him while whispered moans fall from his gorgeous lips while you make your way around to the other side of his neck, nipping and licking your way along his skin.

“Oh my god (Y/N), what have I done to deserve this?” he groans.

You kiss your way up to his earlobe where you take it gently between your teeth before whispering in his ear, “been completely irresistible.”

He chuckles before taking fistfuls of the lace that covers your bum, “you’re going to need to take these off before I rip them,” he mumbles as your hands work their way up his head and you nip his shoulder playfully.

You reluctantly stand then move back until his thighs are no longer between yours but before you remove your underwear you lean forward to undo his trousers, and while you then turn your attention to your knickers, Gwil hurriedly wriggles everything off his lower half and whips his top off with speed you’d never quite seen before. His arms extend towards you in desperation for you to return to his lap and his now stiff length that stands proud by his stomach then you slip your fingers across his palms and allow him to pull you to back to where you belong.

“When did you get this?” he questions as you shuffle along his thighs until you’re pressed against his erection.

“A couple of weeks ago,” you shrug as his hands slide out from yours and rub your thighs softly, “had it hidden in the wardrobe and almost forgot about it until it fell out at me today.”

“You look incredible,” he exhales, “I mean you do anyway, but this… god I’m so lucky.”

Before you can thank him for saying such sweet things his teeth are grappling with your bra strap, pulling it down over your shoulder, then he looks at you with a devilish smile before moving over to the other side and repeating his action. He stares at the thin layer of lace that separates him from your breasts, his eyes making out the familiar shape of your nipples easily as he blows short bursts of air over them to make them hard, and you tilt your head back with a moan as he begins to lap at the fabric with his tongue. One of your hands stays on his shoulder as the other reaches between your bodies and takes his length in hand, quickly manoeuvring yourself up then down again as you sink onto him. His teeth clasp around the hard bud that sticks out from your bra and you can feel his warm breath stutter out through the fabric as he fills you.

“Shit,” he breathes as he moves to the other side of your chest again.

You begin to move your hips, the slickness that’s already coated your walls making it easy to slip up and down his stiffness, then he looks up at you as your hand travels from his stomach to his neck, and he captures your lips in a hungry kiss as his hands come away from your thighs then slap dramatically on your arse cheeks.

“Bed,” he whispers, “I need to take you to bed.”

“But… Gwil… oh!” you moan.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructs, “and your legs around my waist.”

He shuffles forward in the chair as you come to a stop then he waits for you to lift your legs up onto the chair behind him before he lifts himself from the seat and carries you into the bedroom as you tuck your face into his neck to leave wet kisses along his skin. At this angle all you wanted to do was move along his erection as he was buried so deep inside you, but when he lays you both down on the bed he takes it purposefully slow, making sure he pushes in all the way and comes out right to the tip with each thrust. This wasn’t just sex, this was making love, and you’re both letting out a faint moan with each move he makes; your bodies completely in sync with one another as your hips fall into such a natural rhythm.

“I love you,” he mutters against your shoulder where his head rests.

You take hold of his face, your palms supporting his cheeks as you lift his head so you can look into his mesmerising blue orbs, and you kiss the tip of his nose before replying, “I love you too.”

A smile creeps across his lips at your reply then you bring him down to your mouth where his tongue undulates gently around yours and the warmth emanates from your bodies into the atmosphere around you. Gwil’s steady thrusts suddenly pick up pace and the sound of skin and against skin joins the whimpers that fill the room; the two of you completely lost in the throes of passion that have consumed you. The kiss eventually breaks as you both near your orgasms, your bodies falling in and out of the harmony you’d created, the noises you both make now louder and more uncontrollable, and eventually Gwilym’s sweaty forehead lands on your chest as he comes undone inside you with a call of your name.

“Gwilym… Gwil...” you pant, getting increasingly closer yourself.

He props himself up on his forearm as his other hand moves down to your clit, his thumb pressing and circling in alternate motions to help you let go, and your nails dig into his back as the pleasure increases second by second. It all becomes too much with one last press of his thumb and you’re soon pulsating around his length as the beaded sweat drips down the side of your body onto the bed when you arch your back off of the duvet, lifting Gwilym’s head with it. His body moves back a little as he pulls out then he flops down next to you with an exhausted sigh and immediately wraps an arm around you to keep you close.

“You should interrupt me more often,” he grins.

I was thinking the first time you wear lingerie for Gwil? Black lace, sitting on his lap, riding him, and then he takes you to bed to properly worship you, all in all very romantic

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[mistymazzello]

can you do o nsfw and t sfw for gwil

of course!!💗

O-Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i mean this with my entire heart gwilyms preference is GIVING!!!!!!

i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again this mans oral skills are GODLY

like don’t get me wrong he loves when you go down on him but if he had to choose, he would 100% choose giving

he LOVES to make you feel good and watch you writhe underneath him

he’s not cocky or anything, but you tell him how good he is at it so he knows.

sometimes you like feel bad because compared to the times he’s gone down on you, you haven’t gone down on him as much

you mention it once and he’s like “if i wanted you to go down on me more i’d tell you. you know that right?”

T-Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

gwilym puts so much effort into these things, that sometimes it can be seen as a little to much effort

he’ll try so hard to plan dates and then when they don’t go as planned he’ll get a little upset

but he would spend so much time picking things out

he would get perfect gifts for you

but he would stress over whether it’s good enough SO MUCH

he just really really really loves you and wants you to be happy

he would totally go full out for anniversaries too

like you’d wake up to flowers on your nightstand and him making you breakfast

and you would have planned it so you each got to plan a portion of the day to surprise the other person

he’d just be really great, but he’d need A LOT of reassurance that he’s doing good and that you like everything he plans

[m0etenchandon]

Romantic Getaway (Reader x Gwil x Ben smut)

Pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee x Ben Hardy Summary: The boys spend an entire week getting you sexually frustrated, and after the tennis match a couple of weeks later, they have an idea you can´t refuse.  Warnings: SMUT (18+), threesome, teasing, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!Gwilym, some sub!Ben and featuring a tiny bit of jealous!Joe Word count: 11K

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This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

The second you stepped out of the plane in France, you were hit with the warm summer air. It was almost too hot. The sun felt scorching against your skin and you scrambled to locate your sunglasses in the bottom of the bag. Of course they were at the bottom, it was just your luck. Really, you shouldn´t complain though. You had somehow managed to join Ben and Gwilym on their press trip. Cognac wasn´t really your thing per se, but it was an opportunity you weren´t going to turn down. Even though it meant the two boys had lied and told the arrangers you were their manager. You were fine living with a lie for the next week. Surely, they could teach you some acting skills so you could fool everyone.

You turned around just in time to see Ben take a selfie with Gwilym in the background. He was biting down on his bottom lip, and if it weren´t from his sunglasses, the picture would clearly show him squinting his eyes. Ben´s hair looked golden in the sunlight, and you could also definitely see some stubble on his top lip and chin. He wasn´t able to grow out a full beard like Gwilym, but a boy can dream.

Speaking of Gwilym, the man didn´t have time to react before Ben snapped the picture, yet he still managed to look effortlessly sexy. His hair was slightly messed up by the wind, his deep blue eyes concealed by his sunglasses.

The both of them were gorgeous, there was no denying that. They always looked good. It was a struggle really being friends with them. There was always a lingering sexual tension in the air accompanied by looks and touches that lasted a little bit too long. Not to mention when Joe was there too. The three of you always ganged up on the poor guy, but you knew he secretly loved it. However, maybe not the fact that he was missing this trip. That was happens when you live across the Atlantic. It was always a blast when you saw Joe. One time you even ended up almost sleeping with him before realizing what you were doing. Needless to say, there were a lot of drinks involved. Specifically, tequila. But, you still remember the way he grabbed your ass and poured all his energy into the kiss. The way his stubble rubbed against your face. You never spoke about it, but you both certainly spent your time thinking about it. A lot of time.

“Are you trying to fuck the camera, Ben? Bloody hell that lip bite oof I´m sweating”, you teased, stopping and putting your hands on your hips. The rest of the group was waiting for everyone to get off the small plane before getting into cabs.

“Aaw, are you jealous, Y/N?”, Ben asked. He winked at you and you hated the fact that your pulse immediately went up.

“You wish”, you mumbled. You definitely were. You might have been able to fool them, but not yourself. “It´s just the heat”

“Stop flirting and let me see the photo”, Gwilym said, walking up to Ben. He ducked his head to see the brightly lit screen. “Ah come on, mate! You caught me off guard, I look awful”

“Well I think you look handsome, Gwil. Besides, Ben´s the one who looks awful in this picture. He looks like he just smelled something really bad”, you said, winking at the tall man in front of you.

“I just caught a whiff of you, love”, Ben said, “but relax, I´m just sending it to Joe”

“Rude”, you said, pushing his shoulder. A smile tugged at your lips though, you knew he was only joking.

“Ah ok. Go ahead then. Show that fucker what he´s missing out on”, Gwilym said. He gave you a kind smile and a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you for your compliment. It probably didn’t mean a lot to him, but you could already feel yourself getting even hotter. Heat rose to your cheeks and you blew out a breath of air.

“Did you just get all flustered, Y/N? I didn´t mean to overstep my boundaries”, Gwilym said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nah it´s just the heat. You know I don´t mind”, you said, and thankfully the cabs arrived. You really didn´t want to continue the conversation.

The three of you took one cab for yourself. Obviously, you would eventually have to socialize with the other “influencers” on the trip, but for now you just wanted some time alone with your boys.

“What should the caption on the picture be?”, Ben asked, getting ready to send the picture to Joe. He had pushed the sunglasses up to his head so his golden curls hugged them, his green eyes meeting yours as he waited for a reply. What you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his hair.

“What about wish you were here, handsome?”, you suggested with a smirk. You knew Ben and Gwilym hated the fact that you hooked up with Joe once. Or, they didn´t explicitly say it, but they got all jealous and protective whenever one of you brought it up.

“You kiss him once and now you think he is handsome?”, Gwilym said. Yup, there was definitely jealousy in the air.

“It was more than a kiss, Gwil. And besides, I told you literally a few minutes ago that you look handsome too”, you said, winking.

“What about me?”, Ben asked, forcing your attention away from Gwilym. You rolled your eyes.

“You too, Ben”

“Then why have you never kissed us?”, he asked. Oh, if only he knew how many times you´ve thought about it.

“The opportunity never struck”, you mumbled, shrugging. You definitely would have, given the chance.

“What was that, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked. Ok so they didn´t hear. That´s for the better, you guessed.

“Never mind”, you said, reaching for Ben´s phone. “Here, I´ll come up with something”

--- Joe replied just as you pulled up outside an old castle. You could hear Ben´s phone ding but you were far too preoccupied taking in the view. You had previously been briefed that you would do a sightseeing stop on your way to the hotel and this was it. The buildings in front of you were simply stunning, so beautiful you felt out of place. So romantic.

“Wow”, you said, looking around and taking it all in. Yep, you were definitely happy you agreed to come.

“Y/N! Joe said we have to try harder to get him jealous”, Ben said, following after you with his eyes glued to his phone. There was a whiny tone to his voice that went straight to your core. A shiver ran down your back.

“Can you take a picture of us?”, Gwilym asked.

“What? No, do it yourself”

“Come on, you work for us, remember?”, Ben said with a wink.

You groaned. The acting had to start now apparently. You shot him an annoyed smile before reaching your hand out in front of you, palm up. Ben placed his phone in it and went to stand next to Gwilym. They posed next to each other in a passway, backs against each other.

“You have to stand closer than that”, you said, snapping a photo. You knew Joe hated missing out, but he hated seeing Ben and Gwilym being affectionate even more. Also, you wanted to see them together too. Purely for selfish purposes.

Gwilym moved an arm around Ben and pulled him into his side. You took a photo.

“Even closer”, you said, “Just hug each other. That will drive him insane”

Yep, definitely for selfish purposes.

Ben laughed before wrapping his hands around the taller man´s waist. He rested his head against Gwilym´s cheek. Wow they really did look cute like that. What you wouldn´t give to be in between that sandwich though.

“Yes, just like that”, you said with a grin. You eagerly took several more pictures, having them make silly faces at the camera. Trying to ignore the tingle in your lower half. They just looked so good like this. You were pretty sure your legs were about to give in when Ben tilted his head slightly and Gwilym shot you one of his signature tight lipped smiles. The fact that you could see Ben´s new tattoo didn´t help either.

“Joe will be so pissed”, Ben giggled as you showed him the pictures. He chose the best one and sent it off to Joe.

---

You didn´t have anything planned for the rest of the night, but to be honest you were relived. It had been a long day of travelling and you desperately wanted some alone time to deal with the frustration that had built throughout the day watching Ben and Gwilym be all over each other. Thankfully, you had your own room.

You took a long, warm, shower. Just letting the water run down your body and the scented soap fill your nostrils. Hotel soap usually sucked, but this was a fancy hotel, so it was actually decent. There was some matching body lotion on the counter too, which you rubbed all over your body.

Wrapping a towel around your hair and the bathrobe around your body, you emerged from the bathroom to find both Ben and Gwilym lounging on your bed. Fuck. So much for alone time. They would only make your frustration worse.

They hadn´t noticed you appearing, too preoccupied with their phones. You rolled your eyes and coughed, immediately feeling two pairs of eyes raking all over your body. The robe was long, so you were pretty well covered. Well except for the low neckline. You adjusted it and raised your eyebrows.

“Guys, what are you doing here?”, you asked, walking over to your suitcase and started picking out an outfit to wear. Your plans of staying in bed naked all night had gone out the window.

“Joe still isn´t jealous. Or at least he says he isn’t”, Ben whined. God it was a beautiful noise.

“And?”, you asked, “Why should I care?”

You picked out a clean pair of underwear and added it to the pile of clothes in your hands.

“Well we thought of something else that might make him jealous and we need your uh- your help”, Gwilym said. Fucking hell how many more photos did they want?

“Ugh fine just let me get dressed and we can go out”, you said, turning and walking over to the bathroom only to be stopped by Ben.

“Wait, don´t! It uhm- we were thinking maybe you could be in this photo”, he said. There was a pink blush creeping up to his cheeks, making you squint your eyes.

“Ok? In what setting exactly?”

“Just hear us out on this one, ok?”, Gwilym said. He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand in his. Oh, that felt nice.

“O-Ok”, you said. Gwilym gave you a bright smile before leading you over to the bed, sitting you down as Ben got up. They were both staring down at you which only made you more nervous. What the hell was going on?

“So, we know that Joe is pissed he never got to sleep with you, right?”, Ben said, to which you nodded in agreement. He had told the boys several times, and they of course had told you. It´s not like you didn´t regret it yourself so it was fine.

Wait, where was this going?

“Yeah and we were thinking that if we sent a photo of us eating you out or something that would really get to him”, he followed. What now? You were pretty sure your jaw was about to hit the ground.

“We don´t have to actually do anything. It´s just pretend”, Gwilym said, trying to calm your shocked state.

Oh. You felt kind of disappointed actually.

“Please say something, love”

“I-uhm, sure”, you said after a while. At least the image would come in handy when you were finally able to be alone.

“Ok great”, Ben said, a grin spreading over his face. “Uhm, if you go put on a pair of underwear we´ll get ready out here, ok?”

Your mind was racing as you walked on shaky legs towards the bathroom. Of course, Gwil and Ben had seen you in a bikini before, but this was different. This was lacy underwear. Which by the way left very little to the imagination.

Thankfully, you had settled on a matching black set. At least it wasn´t some old, washed out granny panties.

After putting it on and fixing your hair in the mirror, you walked out into your bedroom again only to find both Ben and Gwil shirtless next to your bed. Oh my god. Your eyes raked all over their bodies. Over Ben´s hard pecks and defined abs, over Gwilym´s long and toned torso. Both of them insanely hot in their own way.

“Bloody hell, Y/N”, Ben muttered under his breath. Oh. They were checking you out too. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“So, what were you thinking?”, you asked, eager to relieve the tension in the air. One way or another.

“Uhm just grab Ben´s phone and lie down”, Gwilym instructed, gesturing towards the bed.

You took a deep breath and did like you were told. The only thing on your mind was their hungry looks and their nakedness. Even to the point you were operating on pure auto-pilot.

“Tell us to stop if you feel uncomfortable, ok, darling?”, Gwilym asked. You certainly didn´t want this to stop, so you just nodded and grabbed Ben´s phone.

The two boys knelt at the very edge of the bed. Ben reached out to place a hand on both of your thighs, slowly pulling your legs apart. You could hear them draw in a harsh breath when your heat was almost revealed to them, only the thin piece of lace leaving at least a little bit to their imagination.

“Ready?”, Ben asked, raising an eyebrow. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your naked thigh. You felt dizzy, your heat getting damper and damper by the second. You were positive they could tell.

“Mhm”, you said, not trusting your voice. Gwilym smiled at you before leaning in and pressing his lips to the very edge of your panties, millimeters from your entrance. His beard was rubbing against the inside of your thighs, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. You knew, you just knew that your wetness was seeping onto his lips but right now you were too preoccupied with not passing out. Especially when Ben gave a kiss to your inner thigh, just below your knee.

They both looked up at you with cocky looks in their eyes. Shit, right. You were supposed to take pictures.

You hastily snapped several photos of them basically eye-fucking the camera and you definitely staring at them through the screen. You could just barely see the tops of their shoulders and chest and you couldn´t help but start to breathe heavily.

“Did you get them?”, Gwilym asked. His lips were still almost pressed to your heat, the vibrations in his deep voice enough to make you shudder.

“Y-yeah”, you said, having to fight back a whine when they pulled back. Ben reached for his phone to check out the photos as Gwilym gave your knee a kiss. You closed them and threw the blanket over you. It´s not like they hadn´t already seen a lot of you, too much even, but it was nice and warm.

“Thank you for doing this, darling”, Gwilym said. As he moved his lips you could see the side of his chin glisten. Holy shit. He had your pussy juice on his face.

“Oh my god you have- uhm let me get this”, you said, quickly sitting up and swiping your thumb over the wet patch. You collected your wetness before rubbing it onto the sheet. You were absolutely mortified. “Sorry about that”

“It´s alright. I´m flattered”, he said with a wink, and turned his focus to Ben´s phone. He had apparently found a good one and showed it to you, but you couldn´t focus on it. You just nodded while staring into your room. Oh my god. Gwilym had just been flattered that you were wet for him. Was he flirting? What was happening?

“You ok, Y/N?”, Ben asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I´m just tired”, you said. You weren´t exactly lying, you definitely were tired. Tired and very horny.

“Oh, ok. Well good night then, love. See you tomorrow”

“Sleep tight, darling”

You smiled at them before settling back into the warm bed. If it weren´t for your focus on how turned on you were you would have noticed how hard both Ben and Gwilym were as they picked up their shirts and left the room. Might even have heard them jack off through the wall if you had listened hard enough.

----

The following day was filled to the brim with activities so you didn´t really have time to talk to Ben and Gwilym in private about the events of last night. You even had breakfast with the other influencers, and you didn´t exactly want to ask what Joe had responded with in front of them. At least it meant that Gwilym had no opportunity to bring up the fact that you had definitely been wet when he kissed your inner thigh.

It didn´t exactly help that the two boys looked incredible in their outfits, your mind going straight back to what happened after they left your room last night. How you had gotten yourself off to the thought of fucking them. What you wouldn´t give to have that happen.

Around 5 pm you were told to go get ready for a fancy dinner at an estate. Luckily, you, Ben and Gwilym were the only three on your floor of the hotel. Or actually, it wasn´t a good thing because the second you stepped out of your room to catch up with them, your pulse rose significantly. If you thought they looked good earlier that day, they looked incredible now. Both of them had on well-fitting dress pants that accentuated their best features. Ben´s pants were a tighter fit than Gwilym´s, his thighs being hugged by the fabric. Gwilym´s pants were a bit too short but showed off his ankles. Who would have thought ankles would turn you on?

They both wore simple, but probably very expensive, white t-shirts tucked into their pants. Gwilym had put on a simple yet smart black cardigan that he had buttoned in the middle while Ben wore a grey fitted blazer. You almost couldn´t tear your eyes away, but slowly made your way up to their faces. They had obviously caught you staring, a smug look on both their lips. Fuck. Their hair was perfect too. Ben´s curls had finally started to grow out a bit after he cut it short, and they laid neatly on the top of his head. Gwilym had styled his in the usual quiff. Up and away from his face. His gorgeous face. And that beard that you had felt against your inner thigh last night.

“Earth to Y/N”, Ben said, waving his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of it and turned to face him. Feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”, you asked.

“I said you look lovely”, he said with a smile. You felt both pairs of eyes rake over your body and take in your summer dress. It was a gorgeous yellow color with flowers printed all over it. Your boobs were on show as well as your legs.

“Oh, thank you”, you said. If you weren´t so turned on by them then maybe you could have actually stuttered out a proper reply. Instead, you just said they looked handsome and pressed the button for the elevator. God, why were you so awkward?

There was so much tension in the air when you all got in the elevator that you were sure you could cut it with a knife.

“So, what did Joe think about the picture last night?”, you asked, twiddling with your key-card. The two boys started laughing, which caused you to whip your head up to look at them.

“Oh he´s so jealous, love”, Ben said, winking. “He told us to stay off his girl”

“What? I´m not his girl”, you said, grateful that the tension had lifted slightly.

“He wishes you were”, Gwilym said. Sure, Joe was hot, but you couldn´t see yourself do more than sleep with him. Despite it being the subject of many of your wet dreams.

“Well he can keep wishing”, you mumbled.

“Also, he thought the photo was staged so we might need to do another one��, Ben said just as the elevator doors opened and you were met by the other influencers. Another one? Yeah, you would be down for that. Your mind already starting to race.

---

“Will you take a photo of just us, darling?”, Gwilym asked after they had done the group photo. Thankfully, you didn´t have to be in that because you were their manager. Or at least for the week.

“This is a step down from last night if you´re trying to get Joe jealous, you know”, you said, a smile tugging at your lips. You wanted to move on to more risqué ones.

“This is for Instagram”, Gwilym said, “And to give Joe some fomo. But, we´ll send a different one to him later. A more private one”

Gwilym whispered that last part into your ear, his breath so close to your skin that a shiver ran down your back. You almost dropped his phone at the sensation. Fuck. Wetness started to gather in your panties.

You took a deep breath and quickly snapped some photos of them leaning on each other and doing different poses. The best one was definitely one where Ben was stood two steps above Gwilym and had his arm resting on his shoulder. Gwilym looked up at Ben, his hands in his pockets. They looked ridiculously hot, but the thing that made your heart race was the fact that Ben was staring at you, his lips slightly parted.

“Did you get a good one?”, Ben asked, pulling you from your trance.

“Yeah! I´d certainly get jealous if I missed out on the two of you looking as handsome as this. 10/10 would bang”, you said.

“Really?”, Gwilym teased.

Both boys walked towards you while laughing, and you couldn´t help but take a few candid shots of them smiling.

“It´s the setting. Everyone would look good here”, you lied. You didn´t want them to know just how much you wanted to fuck them. Or maybe you did?

“I´m not so sure, love. Gwilym told me you got really excited when we had our little photoshoot yesterday”, Ben said. He locked his green eyes on yours, making you swallow. Hard.

“I-uhm. I- you interrupted my alone time”, you said in panic. It wasn´t necessarily a lie. You were about to play with yourself after all. “That´s why”

“So you didn´t like it?”, Gwilym asked. Both of them stepped closer and you were pretty sure you were about to pass out. Where was that confident girl who was here just seconds ago?

“Didn’t say that”, you mumbled. “Who wouldn´t like two gorgeous guys between their legs?”

“Are you down for another one then? One where you pretend to suck Ben off?”, Gwilym asked. There it was again. That pretend part. The part that stung.

“Sure”, you said with a shrug. At least it would give you something else to get off to.

The two boys smirked and started walking off towards where the dinner would be held. Neither of them mentioned their abrupt proposal through five courses. Of course, with matching cognac. That was why you were here after all. You just chatted away about normal, mundane, stuff while slowly getting more and more buzzed. It was probably out of order to get drunk at such a fancy restaurant, but they kept pouring you more whenever you finished your drink so really you had no choice.

You were pulled from a conversation with one of the other girls there by a strong hand on your thigh. The warmth from their palm spread up to your heat, causing you to excuse yourself and turn around. You were met by those beautiful deep blue eyes you knew so well.

“Come to the bathroom in two minutes, darling”, Gwilym whispered into your ear before leaving the table.

As he stood up, you noticed Ben was gone too. Right, he was the one you were going to suck off after all. Or, pretend to suck off that was. You couldn´t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over you. Why couldn´t you just tell them you wanted to do it for real? And why could they not just take your hints? Urgh boys. Stupid, gorgeous and so god damn sexy boys.

You counted to 30 two times before excusing yourself. It hadn´t been two minutes yet, but you were getting bored. And certainly impatient. You quickly crossed the bar and knocked on the door to the bathroom.

“It´s me”, you said before knocking again.

The door swung open just as you had raised your hand to knock a third time. Gwilym appeared behind it, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Eager?”, he snickered, gesturing for you to come in. He locked the door behind you.

“Can´t wait to pretend to have Ben´s cock in my mouth”, you said, turning to Ben just in time to see his eyes widen before he cleared his throat and composed himself. It felt really empowering to have him get all flustered.

“So how are we doing this then?”, you asked. You noticed Ben was still fully clothed.

“Just kneel in front of Ben and I´ll take a photo from behind”, Gwilym said, moving his hand as he spoke to show you how he wanted it to look.

You nodded and sank to your knees in front of Ben. You gulped when you were met by his clad crotch, desperately wanting to reach out and touch him. Instead, you looked up at Ben and gave him a smile.

You could hear Gwilym snap a few photos behind Ben before cursing.

“It doesn´t look right”, he mumbled, apparently studying the photo on his phone.

“Maybe if Ben´s pants are pushed down?”, you suggested. You looked up at Ben to gauge his reaction. You could see him take in a deep breath, his cheeks flush, before nodding to let you know it was ok.

“Yeah, try that”, Gwilym said.

You pulled Ben´s t-shirt out of his trousers, feeling his hot skin against your fingertips as you moved. You could see a strip of his toned stomach accompanied by a trail of hair as you lifted it, probably higher than strictly necessary, before moving down to work on his button. You popped it open before sliding the zipper down. Your fingers brushed against his boxers, and you swore you could feel his cock stir slightly beneath your touch. Warmth rose to your cheeks.

You reached around and pulled his pants down just slightly, doing the same at the front. The thin material of his boxers was all that was covering his cock. His cock that was definitely semi-hard.

“Hmm, doesn´t look right. Can you pull his boxers down just a little, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked from behind Ben.

Ben nodded when you looked up at him for consent, causing you to relax a little bit. Just a little though, because as you pulled his white Calvin Klein’s down you could see the neatly trimmed patch of hair that was centering around the base of his cock. Even though you could only see the first inch of it, you could tell he was well equipped.

“Yeah that´s it. Lean in a little closer and we´re good, darling”

You took a deep breath and leaned in, closing your eyes in the process. You were so close. You could just poke your tongue out, pull his boxers further down, do literally anything you wanted. But you couldn’t. You wanted to, but that would be taking advantage of the situation.

“Got it”, Gwilym said, excitement evident in his voice.

You opened your eyes and pulled away just as Ben placed his boxers back in place. They were definitely tighter than what they were a minute ago, causing you to smirk. So you had the same effect on him as they did. Good to know.

The photo did turn out great. It was totally believable. You wanted to ask Gwilym if he could send it to you but figured that would seem to desperate. It didn´t really matter though, you still had the clear image of Ben´s crotch mere centimeters from your face. It was a mental image you used several times over the next couple of days, and even weeks, when you were alone with your toys.

---

The three of you had left France a couple of days later. It was a good trip, it really was. You got to see some beautiful views. Both in public and in private. The image of Gwilym so close to your heat and Ben´s cock so close to your face left you flustered at the most inappropriate times. Especially the fact that you knew Ben got hard from having you pretend to suck him off. It definitely made you more confident. And arguably flirtier.

You were mostly able to keep your filthy thoughts at bay, but when you opened the door to the waiting cab and saw Ben and Gwilym once again dressed smart, you immediately felt a rush of excitement rush to rest between your legs. Your panties definitely already damp. This would be a long tennis match.

“Hi, boys”, you greeted and slid into the seat beside Gwilym. Ben had once again gone for the white t-shirt tucked into dress pants look, but this time the suit was pink. He kept his blazer open. His trousers cut a bit short to show off his black boots. He looked good. Really good. You hadn´t really seen him in pink before, but he could definitely pull it off.

Gwilym had put on a subtler outfit. His trousers were a deep navy color, of course a little too short this time too. His ankles on show. Oh god you had to take a deep breath. His white button down was slightly open, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his tanned chest and the hair covering it. Gwilym had trimmed his beard, rocking a stubble rather than a full-blown beard this time. You could see the hair had begun to transition into grey, but somehow it just made him even hotter. You definitely had a thing for older guys.

Their hair was of course styled to perfection again, although you were pretty sure they could have rocked up with bed hair and every girl in a mile´s distance would swoon.

“Looking good, love. 10/10 would bang”, Ben said with a wink. You rolled your eyes. The phrase had become an inside joke between the three of you.

“You wish, Jonesy”, you mumbled, putting on your seatbelt.

“Oh he does”, Gwilym said, nudging Ben´s side.

“Like you don´t”, Ben said. He raised his eyebrow at the brunette.

You laughed it off, knowing they were just joking. Or at least they probably were. Right? You were suddenly way too aware of how close you were. Your thighs were pressed up against Gwilym´s, his body heat radiating to yours.

The rest of the ride to Wimbledon was spent catching up on each other´s lives. You were definitely part of the conversation, but your eyes kept drifting down to Gwilym´s thigh. Over to Ben´s. Your panties completely ruined by this point.

“Can you take a photo of us, Y/N?”, Ben asked before the match started. He wanted another one for his grid probably. They had uploaded some of the pictures from your France trip, which reminded you of the nights spent alone each time you opened Insta.

“No, take it yourself. I´m not pretending to work for you anymore”, you said, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping back into your seat. You were so frustrated you couldn´t help but act a little bit rude.

“Geez what´s gotten into you today?”, he said, nudging your side with his elbow. You shot him a glare.

“Just take a selfie mate, Y/N´s probably on her period”, Gwilym said.

“I am not”, you mumbled, watching as Ben flipped the camera on his phone. He did this weird thing with his mouth and gave the camera his finger. You knew he intended it for you, but it didn´t get you mad. In fact, it had the exact opposite effect. You couldn’t help but imagine that thick finger somewhere else. Ok so maybe you did get a little bit mad, but only because it made you even hornier.

Honestly, you couldn´t care less about the actual tennis match, you were here for the free booze. And maybe to gauge at men in suits. However, there was only two men that caught your eye. Which was why you kept looking over at them throughout the match, your sunglasses thankfully keeping them from knowing.

Each time one of them would lean in to whisper something in your ear you would tense up and feel goosebumps form on your skin. You were so horny, your period due in a couple of days. Why were tennis matches this long? All you wanted to do was go home and get into bed with your vibrator. But, no such luck.

You were almost asleep by the time both Ben and Gwilym stood up to cheer the winner on. You stumbled to your feet and politely clapped your hands, mentally thanking the gods that you were finally able to go home.

“Want to come with us back to mine, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked as you made your way through the crowd and towards the waiting cab. You groaned.

“I´m really tired”, you lied. You weren´t tired, you were horny. You needed a release soon or you were sure you were going to drown in a puddle of your own excitement.

“Come on, we´re going to facetime Joe and order a pizza”, Ben said, nudging your side. “You know you want to”

“I don’t know”, you said, giving the driver a smile for opening the door for you.

“We promise it will be worth it”, Gwilym said with a look that could only be described as mischievous. There was something about it that swayed you. Something so mysterious, you eventually agreed.

What you didn´t expect however, was the suggestion they made after you had finished eating. You stood in front of the two boys in Gwilym´s bedroom, your eyes drifting back and forth between them.

“You want us all to have sex? And film it all and send it to Joe?”, you asked, not really believing the words that had come out of Ben´s mouth. You hoped he meant it though. God you wanted to.

“Well yeah, that pretty much sums it up”, Gwilym said, shrugging. Ben had spent a good few minutes trying to tell you what they wanted to do, stuttering his way through. It was kind of cute really.

“Uh, sure”, you said. This was definitely something you wanted. It wasn´t just a spur of the moment kind of thing. The week away with Ben and Gwilym had reminded you just how hot you found both of them and besides, you were all consenting adults so there was really nothing wrong with it. Well maybe except for the part that you would basically be live-streaming the entire thing.

“We need you to be sure, Y/N”, Ben said, apparently having composed himself. His cheeks were still blotchy though.

“I guess”

“Come on. Yes or no, darling”, Gwilym said. He took a step towards you, boring his blue eyes into yours. There was something so different about this time. It would be for real. There would be no pretending. You would have them both in the bed. Naked.

“Yes”, you said, no doubt in your mind.

“Good, maybe we should reenact the photos but this time”, Ben said, stepping closer so he could lean down to whisper in your ear, “You´ll actually have your lips around my cock”

A shiver ran down your shine at his words, and if it weren´t for Gwilym reaching out to grab your waist you were pretty sure you would have collapsed right then and there.

“You would like that, wouldn´t you, darling?”, Gwilym asked. His voice was low and raspy, the vibrations going straight to your heat. They hadn´t even touched you and you were completely putty at their feet.

“Need you to use your words for us, love”, Ben said. He leant down to press his lips to the spot just below your ear lobe, the spot that always drove you crazy. You could even feel him smirk against your skin, clearly happy with having found it right away. His tiny stubble felt rough against your skin as he nibbled and sucked small bites onto your neck. A moan fell from your lips at the tingling sensation. The same tingling you felt in your panties.

“Oh, she likes that, Ben. Better keep it up”, Gwilym said. “Come on, talk to us, Y/N”

“I-I fuck that feels so good, Ben”, you whined, arching into his touch. Feeling Gwilym´s warm hand on the small of your back.

“Mhm, and?”, Gwilym asked.

“God, I want you so bad”, you said, “Please”

“Hmm, that´s it, darling”, he cooed, pulling you away from Ben. You whined at the loss of contact, but the whine was quickly replaced by a moan as Gwilym pressed his lips to yours. His hands snaked up your waist, pulling you close to his body. The kiss was intense, his tongue immediately pressing into your mouth. Your teeth were clashing, his grip on your waist tightening.

You reached out to wrap your hands around his neck. You were desperate to have him even closer. Yet, the only thing that was separating the two of you were your clothes. You pulled back and started unbuttoning Gwilym´s shirt.

“Someone´s eager”, Ben chuckled, watching from the bed. You hadn´t even noticed that he had moved, too preoccupied with the kiss.

“Wait”, Gwilym said, putting his hands over yours. They were hot. And big. Holy shit. “If we´re recreating the photos, then I think you need to lie down”

Oh. You liked where this was going. A lot. The mere memory of Gwilym´s beard against your inner thighs enough to have you clench your thighs together for some sort of friction.

“Would you like that, love? Do you want Gwil to make you cum with his mouth? Maybe his long fingers too?”, Ben asked, grinning when you turned around and let out the most desperate whimper you´ve ever made. They really had you wrapped around their finger.

“I thought so, come on. Let´s get you undressed”, he continued. Ben twirled his finger so you would turn around before rising to his feet. Your eyes locked on Gwilym´s as you felt Ben´s warm fingers slowly glide the zipper of your dress down your back. His curls tickled your skin as he placed kisses along the newly exposed skin. Nibbling slightly as the zipper reached its end just above your ass.

Gwilym stepped closer and tugged the material down over your hips and legs, exposing your rather unflattering underwear. You cursed yourself for having opted for those no visible panty line ones, and a washed-out bra, but by the hungry look in Gwilym´s eyes you figured they couldn´t really care less.

You felt Ben´s fingers on your back again, lingering just beside the clasp of your bra. His breath hot on your neck.

“Can I take this off, love?”, Ben asked, tugging at the material. You leant into his touch, just needing to have him close. To have them both close.

“Please”, you said, the word almost came out as a whimper at this point. You could hear Ben chuckle behind you, obviously aware of the effect they had on you. And loving every second of it.

Ben snapped your bra open before reaching out and sliding the straps down your arms. You could see Gwilym´s eyes darken in front of you as he took in your naked torso.

“Mmm, I´ve thought about these for so long, darling”, he half growled. Gwilym reached out to cup your tits in his warm hands, skillful fingers tweaking your nipples. Ben wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, his lips finding your neck again. You could feel his erection pressing into your backside. It was almost too much. They were everywhere. Your pussy was aching to be touched, ever pull and squeeze of your breasts sending waves of pleasure straight down to your soaked panties.

Gwilym leant down to press his lips to the soft curve of your breasts, sucking and nibbling lightly on the skin before making his way to your hard nipple. He wrapped his lips around the nub and flicked his tongue over it. Humming against your skin as he heard your moans. You pulled at Ben´s hair behind you with one hand, the other clawing and Gwilym´s back.

You were just about to tell Gwilym that you needed more when you felt Ben´s hand slide down to your panties. He dipped his fingers into the fabric and pressed them against your aching clit. You moaned in pleasure, leaning all your body weight onto him.

“Bloody hell, love. You´re completely soaked”, Ben said, pulling his fingers out. You wanted to scream in frustration at the loss of contact. You just needed to cum.

Ben brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. A small groan escaped his lips.

“Does she taste good?”, Gwilym asked, pulling away from your nipple. Now none of them were touching you where you wanted them. You tried to shoot them an angry look, but it just turned out desperate.

“Tnaaw, do you want us to keep touching you, darling?”, Gwilym cooed. He placed a finger under your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. They flickered with lust, almost making your knees give out.

“You have to be patient, love”, Ben said. He dipped his fingers back into your panties for a brief second, making you cry out in frustration, before bringing them up to Gwilym´s lips. The taller man sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the sensation.

“Please”, you whined, desperately trying to get their attention off of each other and onto you. “I just need to cum”

“Do you now?”, Gwilym teased, finally looking down at you. He raised his eyebrow in amusement. Not that you found the situation funny. At all.

“Yes”, you said. You reached down to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“I thought we were going to reenact the photo, darling? I need you to lie on the bed for that”, he said, watching your fingers move.

“You had your shirt off in the photo”, you mumbled, sighing when you got them all unbuttoned. You could hear both boys laugh as you slid the material off Gwilym´s shoulders, your eyes raking over his torso.

“Ah that´s true, darling”, Gwilym said, winking, “Speaking off, will you set up your phone, Ben? I´ll take care of Y/N in the meantime”

The look Gwilym sent you sent shivers down your back. He pulled you closer to his body, his hands finding your waist and his lips yours. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking you to open up for him. But you didn´t have to do anything, his hands slid down to your ass and you couldn´t help but moan into Gwilym´s mouth, which he took as an opportunity to press his tongue through.

You could faintly hear Ben setting up things in the corner, but you were far too focused on the way Gwilym´s fingers almost dug into your ass as he squeezed your cheeks, how his bulge pressed into your front through his pants. How his lips felt against yours. His beard on your skin.

Gwilym´s fingers hooked into the material of your panties, playing with it for a few seconds before sliding them down your legs. You stepped out and looked up at the man in front of you. Completely naked. Exposed.

Gwilym was smirking.

“What a view, darling”, he said, voice low. “Lie down”

You walked backwards until the back of your knees his bed before sitting down and scooting up the bed. Your hands brushed against something, and you turned around to find Ben sitting at the headboard. Oh. You hadn´t noticed him moving. And certainly not that he was shirtless too.

“What about Joe?”, you asked, not seeing his phone. Ben grinned and nodded towards the dresser. You could just about see the outline of your bodies on the bed on the screen of his phone. This was actually happening. Joe was going to see you get fucked by Ben and Gwil. You felt a rush of excitement at the thought.

“Come on, lean against me”, Ben said, opening his legs. You positioned your body between then and leant back into his chest. You could hear his heart-beat against your skin, his erection poking into your lower back.

The feeling of Gwilym´s hands on your knees pulled your attention away from Ben.

“Hmm, this view is even better”, he mumbled as he slowly pulled your knees apart. Gwilym leant down to press his lips to the inside of your knee, making his way downwards at an agonizingly slow speed. His hair tickled your skin, his beard scratching it. Your senses were in overdrive, your mouth dry from being open.

You whined and leant further into Ben´s chest, closing your eyes in a mixture of frustration and pleasure. What made it even worse was that you could feel Gwilym smirking against your skin. That smug fucker.

“Stop teasing Gwil”, you whined, bucking your hips in an attempt to meet his face. However, he pulled back.

“I seem to remember me kissing you right here”, he said, leaning in and pressing his lips just outside your folds. Exactly the spot where his lips had been the last time.

“That looks about right”, Ben spoke above you. The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck off”, you mumbled. Pissed.

Gwilym shot you a wink before pressing a kiss just beside your clit. Finally, he let his lips graze the sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucked it gently into his mouth before pulling back, enjoying the moans and whimpers that left your mouth, the pleasure he brought you.

Ben slid his hands around your waist before moving them up to cup your breasts, his lips finding your neck again.

You bucked into Gwilym, reaching down to tug at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and sucked harder. He alternated between flattening his tongue against your clit and taking it into his mouth.

“You´re so wet for us, darling”, Gwilym cooed. His lips left your clit to drag his tongue through your folds, collecting your excitement. His tongue nudging the sensitive bud with each lick. The sensation mixed with his beard constantly rubbing your skin raw and Ben´s skilled finger on your nipples, was almost enough to bring you to an orgasm. But you needed more.

“I need your fingers, Gwil”, you whined, tugging harder at his hair. Gwilym looked up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Need? That´s a bit of a harsh word, Y/N”, he teased. He licked your clit with the very tip of his tongue, sending bolt after bolt of electricity throughout your body. You groaned in frustration.

“Fucking hell, Gwil. Can you please just finger me?”, you asked.

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely, darling”

Gwilym moved on of his hands from your thighs to run two fingers through your folds. He made sure they were completely covered in your wetness before he pressed them against your entrance. His blue eyes met yousr again as he looked up at you, seeking consent. You eagerly nodded your head, feeling his fingers already stretching you. It was nothing compared to when he actually slid them inside though. His fingers were so long, so thick, it almost made you see stars.

He curled them expertly against your g-spot and started rubbing it. God that man knew what he was doing. You arched into his touch, the top of your back digging into Ben´s chest while his fingers played with your nipples.

It was too much, the pleasure in the pit of your stomach building at a rapid pace. You could feel the familiar tightening, the tingle threatening to boil over. Exactly what you had craved all day.

What really pushed you up to the edge however, was when Gwilym leant down again and wrapped his lips around your clit. His tongue pressed against the bundle of nerves, his fingers nudging your g-spot.

“Are you going to cum, love?”, Ben asked against your neck. He had probably made several hickeys on your skin by this point but you couldn´t care less. You were far too focused on your incoming high.

“Y-yes”, you whined, “Fuck I´m gon-I´m gonna-“

You didn´t even get to finish your sentence before absolute euphoria took over your body. Wave after wave crashed over you, the tight tingles caressing every inch, every nerve of your being.

Gwilym guided you through it while Ben held you still, trying to stop your shaking thighs.

“That´s so much better than what I´ve imagined”, Gwilym said after you had come down. He retracted his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. You watched him with dopey eyes, trying to regain your breath from the intense orgasm.

“Y-You´ve imagined it?”, you asked.

“Of course, darling. What do you think I did after we took that photo in France?”, he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Got me so hard”

“Me too”, Ben chimed in, giggling against your neck. You suddenly felt way too hot all over. You pushed off of Ben´s chest and sat between the two men.

“You guys actually jerked off after that?”, you asked. They both looked at each other before nodding. “Then why the hell did we wait until now to do this? I was so horny”

“Oh I know you were”, Gwilym said with a wink. Right, he had gotten your wetness all over his chin when he kissed your inner-thigh. You squirmed at the thought.

“To be honest, I didn´t believe Gwil when he told me you had gotten wet from us. But when you were on your knees in front of me I couldn´t think of anything else”, Ben said.

“So that´s why you got hard?”, you asked.

“Yeah”, Ben half-laughed, running his hand through his hair. “Couldn´t help it, you looked so hot”

“Want to see me actually giving you head?”, you asked, taking your chance.

Ben´s eyes went wide at your abrupt question. You could see blood rush to his cheeks as he stuttered for a reply.

“G-God yes”, he said. Ben reached for his trousers, immediately undoing them and pulling them his legs. You were once again met with the view of his boxers, but this time they were significantly more tented.

“Someone´s eager”, Gwilym chuckled, from behind you. He went to sit down on the bed, watching you lean over in front of Ben.

You let your fingers graze over his bulge while you pressed kisses to his lower stomach. Ben´s breathing had already increased, his hops bucking into your touch. Man was he impatient.

“Relax, Ben”, you said, moving your lips to the waistband of his boxers. You pulled them down slightly, just like you had in the picture. The base of his cock was even thicker now, his cock stretching the fabric of his boxers. Your mouth watered.

You pressed a kiss to the very base of his cock, letting your tongue dart out and wet the area. The whimper that left Ben´s mouth was all the encouragement you needed to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang out and stood at full attention in front of you. There were a few thick veins going from the base all the way to his head. A steady stream of small pre-cum drops oozing from the slit. You smiled and licked your lips.

You looked up at Ben to gauge his reaction as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You could feel the blood pump through it. The skin soft despite him being rock hard.

Ben´s eyes were trained on your every move, his bottom lip between his teeth. His cheeks all blotchy with arousal. Just beside him was Gwilym, sitting and watching you hover over Ben´s cock. You sent him a wink before turning your attention back to the blonde in front of you.

You leant down to swipe your tongue over the slit, feeling the salty taste of his clear pre-cum coat your mouth. You could tell Ben was getting impatient, but you wanted to take your time. This was something you had imagined doing for so long.

“Please, Y/N. Do something”, Ben whined, reaching down to grab your head.

You hummed in amusement, slowly letting your tongue swirl around his sensitive head. You coated it in your spit, gently pressing kisses here and there. Ben yelped when you kissed the string just below your head, making you grin. You had him completely at your mercy.

Deciding you had teased him enough, you wrapped your lips around the head and slowly started bobbing. Your lips created a delicious friction against the tip, your hand slowly starting to work his shaft. Ben kept trying to push you further down, but you shot him a warning look.

You sped up your movement slightly, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. Your tongue was resting against the bottom of his cock, dragging against the string with every bob of your head.

You could tell Ben was getting close by the way his hips thrusted up into your mouth slightly, the moans and whimpers leaving his mouth at a higher frequency.

“Are you going to cum, Ben?”, you asked, pulling off of his head with a bop. He let out a long whine at the loss of contact, left with only your hand working his shaft at a slow speed.

“I was so c-close”, he whined, “Please, love. Just let me cum”

“Not yet”, you said. You let his cock fall against his stomach as you sat back on your knees.

“Can I fuck you then?”, he asked.

“I think you need a few minutes to calm down, mate. Don´t want to bust in a few seconds, do you?”, Gwilym asked. He stood from the bed and started to unbutton his pants. His fingers were quick to get them open, and you watched in awe as he pulled them down his long legs along with his boxers. His cock was a little bit bigger than Ben´s. The head red and angry from being neglected.

“Sit and watch me fuck her. You´ll get your turn”, Gwilym said, kneeling on the bed. He waved you over with his fingers, and your body moved on pure instinct. Driven by lust. Your eyes trained on his cock. Your mind racing with what you were about to do, another wave of wetness pooling at your entrance.

“I´m going to take you from behind, darling. Let me know if it´s too much or if you want me to stop, ok?”, Gwilym asked. His eyes were dark and laced with lust.

“Y-yes”, you said, turning around so your ass was right in front of him. Gwilym groaned at the sight as you leant your weight onto your elbows, wiggling your ass in front of him. His hands found your cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh. Just like he did earlier, only this time he held you even harder.

One of his hands left your cheek before a sharp sting from a slap shot up your body. You yelped in surprise.

“Is this ok?”, Gwilym asked, massaging the spot where he just slapped you.

“Fuck yes”, you moaned. The slight sting went straight to your heat, making you clench around thin air. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Gwil can you please ju- Oh my god”

Gwilym had grabbed his cock and slowly pressed it into your heat. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag against your walls as he came to a halt inside. Your wetness made an excellent lube, making you feel nothing but absolute bliss of being full. He stretched you just right, your walls clamping down on his cock. A grunt leaving Gwilym´s lips with every squeeze.

“Fucking hell your cunt is so perfect, darling. I feel you hugging me just right. Is it alright if I move?”, he asked.

“God yes”, you whined, already feeling the knot in your stomach start to tighten.

Gwilym pulled back slowly before slamming back in, almost making you lose your balance. His balls slapped against your clit with every trust, creating the little friction needed. He somehow had gotten the perfect angle, the tip of his cock nudging your g-spot with his every move. Bringing you closer and closer.

“I can see my cock slide into your wet cunt”, Gwilym mumbled, mostly to himself as his eyes were trained on the spot where you were connected.

You looked up to see Ben had grabbed his phone, apparently getting a few close-up shots of you being fucked. His hand slowly working his cock. You tried to make a sultry look at the camera, but it turned into a grimace of pleasure as Gwilym´s hand came down on your ass. Hard. You were sure there was going to be bruises there the next day, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You clenched around Gwilym, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Are you going to cum again, darling? I feel you squeezing my cock. Fuck it feels so fucking good”, Gwilym growled, picking up his speed. His hips stuttering slightly as he felt his own high build.

You responded with a whine, burying your head into the mattress. A hard slap across your ass-cheek made you scream.

“Use your fucking words, Y/N”, Gwilym commanded, giving your ass another slap.

“Shit I´m sorry. Y-yes, I´m so fu-fucking close, Gwil”, you moaned. “Ca-can you, fuck, I need your fingers too”

Gwilym hummed, perching himself on his feet to drive into your harder. He almost pushed you into the mattress with how hard he was fucking you. The knot in your stomach started unraveling the second his fingers pressed against your clit. He didn´t even have to rub, the pressure enough to push you over the edge.

You screamed his name in pleasure as you orgasm hit you like a freight train. Bolts after bolts of absolute euphoria took over your entire body, your legs shaking and your mouth falling open as you rode out your high. Your walls clamping down on Gwilym´s cock.

“Bloody hell, darling, I´m so close. Can I cum inside you?”, Gwilym asked once you came down, his voice strained from holding back his own orgasm.

“Please”, was all you managed to get out, your whole body spent and ready for him. You squeezed your walls around Gwilym´s cock one final time before you felt the familiar warm feeling of cum coating your insides. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock as Gwilym buried himself balls deep. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there were going to be prints permanently embedded into your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot”, Ben mumbled, eyes wide as he watched Gwilym empty himself inside you. His own cock twitching in his hand.

“Fuck that was amazing”, Gwilym groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum pool at your entrance. He leant down to press a kiss to the raw mark on your cheek, soothing the burn just a little bit. “You did so good for me, darling”

“Do you think you can take another one, love?”, Ben asked, handing his phone off to Gwilym. “We don´t have to”

There was a concerned look on Ben´s face as he took in your exhausted form. You had faceplanted onto the mattress, desperately trying to catch your breath. You tilted your head to look at him. His cock was positively aching in front of you, the head leaking. The sight made your clit twitch. Your eyes travelled up his body, over his muscular stomach and up to his bright eyes.

“I want to, Ben”, you said with a smile. And it wasn´t a lie. You were craving another orgasm. Especially when you saw the way his face lit up. You rolled over and spread your legs, shuddering slightly as the cold air hit your wet pussy. “But you´re going to have to put in the work”

“That I can do, love”, he said with a grin, quickly moving over to position himself between your thighs. You could hear Gwilym move to sit at the headboard, but all your attention was on the blonde man in front of you.

Ben grabbed his cock and dragged it through your folds, apologizing when the head grazed your clit and you yelped from over-sensitivity. His entire upper body was red and blotchy, a vein in his forehead popping out as he positioned himself at your entrance. Ben placed his hands on either side of your body, drew in a harsh breath and slowly pushed in. You gasped at the sensation of being filled again, being stretched.

You grabbed onto Ben´s forearms as he pushed all the way in, digging your nails into his skin. Sure to leave small pink marks. God you wanted this so bad.

“J-just fuck me, Ben. Please”, you whined, hooking your legs around his waist. Ben chuckled and started moving his hips, pulling out before thrusting back in. His cock dragged against your walls, making you whimper and cling onto him for dear life.

Ben leant over and pressed his lips to your neck, putting his entire body weight into his thrusts, pinning you underneath him as he drove into you.

The knot in your lower stomach had already started to tighten, the sensitivity from your other orgasms bringing you close in a matter of minutes. By the way Ben was breathing heavily through his nose as he nibbled at your neck you were sure he was close to.

You looked down to see his cock slide into your heat, making you groan in pleasure. The sounds of wet skin against skin filling the air.

“Please tell me you´re close, love. I don´t think I´m going to last”, Ben whined, pulling back from your neck to look into your eyes. A wave of tingles shot up your back, making you clench around his cock. Ben groaned in pleasure from the tightness. God, he looked so pretty like this, his pink lip between his teeth. You reached out to pull it out before pulling his face to yours, pressing your lips against his.

Ben moaned into the kiss, speeding up his movements as he felt his balls draw up. It was all too much. Ben´s lips against yours, his cock nudging your g-spot, his heavy weight on top of you. How hot he was.

“I-I´m going to, shit I´m going to cum, Ben”, you whined against his lips. You moved one hand up to his hair to tug at his curls, completely burying your fingers in his golden locks.

You came. Hard. Your mouth fell open against his as pleasure shot up your spine and out to your fingertips. The delicious tight tingle spread across your stomach, your pussy clamping down on Ben´s cock. Milking him for all he was worth.

It took all Ben´s strength to hold out until you were done, but the second you came down he pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock. He jerked himself off, moaning when the first spurt of hot cum shot out to coat your chest. The white liquid painted your breasts, making a right mess. Not that you cared, Ben looked ridiculously hot with his hand wrapped around himself, his face scrunched up in pleasure.

“You better clean up this mess, Jonesy”, you teased once he came down.

Ben let out an exhausted chuckle, falling back on his knees.

“Just give me two seconds, love”, he said, trying to steady his breath.

“One, two”, you said, giggling. You felt almost high from the post orgasm bliss.

“Fuck off”, Ben mumbled.

You could hear the tell-tale sound of a video ending, causing you to look over to Gwilym. He fiddled with Ben´s phone for a few seconds before meeting your eyes.

“The video is currently on its way to Joe´s phone. Pretty sure he´ll believe us this time”, he said, tossing the phone to the side. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and handed it over to you with a kind smile. A harsh contrast to the way he was slapping and pounding into you earlier. You could definitely said slaps on your bottom as you wiped Ben´s cum off your chest, your ass stinging as you moved.

Deciding the tissue wasn´t doing much for the sticky mess, you stood up and walked on shaky legs over to the bathroom. You got out a washcloth and wet it before running it over your skin. You wiped away Gwilym´s and yours cum from your heat too, hissing when your fingers brushed your sensitive clit.

After using the toilet and washing your hands, you walked back into Gwilym´s bedroom to find both boys fast asleep on the bed. Completely naked. You couldn´t help the smile that crept onto your face. They sure were cute. And amazing in bed too.

You were just about to slide into bed yourself when you saw your phone light up with a notification. Turning it on, you saw a single text from Joe. Your heart raced as you unlocked it, your mouth falling open as you read the four words. You´re mine. Just mine, it said.

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And The Award Goes To...

Title: And The Award Goes To...

Pairing: Gwil x reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: It’s award season and while you love Gwil, you can only handle so many awards ceremonies and fashion shows. However, you’ll never get over seeing him in those expensive outfits.

Warnings: smut, giving Gwil a blowjob, swearing

[A/N]: Thank you to @o-holynight for helping my title-troubled ass because i suck at them. Also thank you to her for sending me the ig post he made with that picture so this idea popped into my head. I know i haven’t written in a while and i dont really have any excuses so,,, yeah just enjoy this lol. Next I’m gonna work on what is essentially a mini series off of my old joint series ayhtdifil thats based off a Spring Break trip we planned and never got to post. ANYWAYS i hope y’all like this one i cranked it out in a day.

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Award season had come around again, rearing an ugly head of stress, self-consciousness, busy schedules, and apprehension, all dressed nicely in the latest couture. But of course, as he had the year before, Gwilym asked me if I'd accompany him to a few of the outings and well, who was I to say no to an all-expenses-paid trip into the celebrity world? 

At least... For the first few shows. After the third in two weeks, I was starting to wear a little thin. Gwil had agreed, no problem, I could sit this one out and then next week come back fresh and ready to go again. Then two more awards ceremonies and a few too many cocktails at an after-party had sent me back on my ass again. I sat one out. Then I went to a spring season fashion show for 6 hours and well, now here I was as another awards show was appearing on the horizon as the sun had set for the day.

I sat on Gwil's couch, all comfy in a pair of flannel pajama pants and one of his old shirts with a fluffy blanket I was slowly burrowing into. 

Meanwhile, Gwil was in the bedroom getting dressed in the freshly pressed outfit his stylist had helped him pick out and sent over. I'd huffed when I asked to see it this morning and he said to "wait like the rest of the world." However, he'd just laughed at my half-pout and kissed my forehead.

Now, while still eager to see him all done up in the newest outfit of this award season. I was also about elbow deep in a bag of popcorn and rewatching the last season of Stranger Things on Netflix, but that was more to pass the time than anything.

Billy was just about to crash his car when Gwil called out into the living room.

"Are you ready for me?"

I grinned and scrambled to press pause on the remote, setting aside the near-empty bag of popcorn and turning to face the hall entrance.

"Show those models how it's done!" I joked, waiting a few seconds before Gwil entered with an overly-exaggerated model walk. All crossing lanky legs and popped hips and 'Blue Steel' in the face.

"Yes, mama! Show me the jacket! Yass," I cheered through laughs, pretending to click a camera. 

He grinned before falling back into his smize and dipping the shoulder down and pull it back up teasingly. 

When we’d both finished laughing I really got a good look at the outfit and just… damn. 

I reached a hand out to him and wiggled it until he grabbed it, helping to pull me up to kneeling on the cushions in front of him. Once he was within reach I was quick to snake my arms up around his neck and pull him down to kiss me.

“You- look- so- good,” I complimented in between pecks. 

He grinned against my lips. “Thank you, love.”

“No seriously,” I said, surging forward to kiss him again a bit more fiercely.

“Woah,” he smiled, gently holding me back by my shoulders with a sigh. “As much as I very… very much want to, I’ve got to leave at six-thirty be at the show for seven, love.”

I turned and looked at the clock on the wall. 6:17. I turned back with a grin.

“Y/N…” he said warningly, though he gave no resistance as I moved to stand and started pushing him back until his back softly hit the wall.

I quirked my eyebrows up at him with a smirk before sinking to my knees in front of him. Slowly, my fingers trailed up and down the lengths of his thighs, warming him up while he started to grow in his pants. I smiled up at him and started to tug open the button and zipper of the trousers. I pulled them down teasingly slow, letting them come to stop at his spread knees. I moved forward a little closer and lightly nuzzled my face against the heated outline of his hardening cock.

Gwil let out a shaky breath above me. 

I let my fingers carefully trail up once more and gently tug the top of his underwear down until the band was sitting halfway down his thighs, his length finally released. When I finally leaned forward and let my hand grasp the base of his cock and guide the tip to sit against my lips his eyes fluttered watching me. 

And the groan he let out when I took him in was downright pornographic. “Good girl,” he complimented, eyes hooded but determined to stay open and watch me slowly work his length into my mouth. 

I was doing my best to work up to each inch of him, my hand working what I couldn’t fit yet. Already his cock was nearly covered in my spit, my tongue working diligently against the underside of his cock. When I finally had gotten most of him in my mouth and edging towards the back of my throat I gave a final push onto him so my nose was pressed against his pubic bone and tried not to gag too hard, though I knew he liked that too. The proof of that wasn’t given too far after that when a gag caused my throat to tighten around the tip lodged in my throat and he moaned loudly, knees buckling slightly and his hand coming to rest at the back of my head.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it,” he breathed. 

When I peeked up through watery eyes his head was dropped back against the wall, no doubt his eyes were pulled shut and he was trying to hold off just a little bit longer. 

When it became just a little too much I tapped my hand against his thigh lightly twice, a safety we’d created after I’d learned to deep throat him the first time. His head tipped down and his hand dropped, blown pupils watching me slowly pull off him and cough for a few seconds.

“You alright?” He asked, eyes still half-lidded in arousal but still genuinely concerned.

I nodded, wiping at the tear stains on my cheeks absently and then shuffling just a bit closer to him, pressing soft kisses to the length of him. “Wanna finish you,” I said hoarsely. 

“Christ,” he groaned, cock twitching at the offer. He carefully gathered up my hair in one hand, holding it away from my face before nodding. “Go ahead, princess.”

I had to work up to it again but this time was much faster, both in the time and in the speed of my hand working against his skin, tugging his cock just right while I sucked and licked at the tip and down the shaft. Finally, I got to the point where I could take him down my throat to the hilt again, pull back, and take him down again. I could tell Gwil was close when it wasn’t me leaning forward anymore, my hands were only braced on his thighs gently while he rocked into my mouth, fucking my throat.

“Such a good fucking mouth, love,” he groaned, thrusts moving just a hair faster, just a tiny bit harder.

I hummed, his arousal easily transforming into my own so I could feel myself throbbing and he hadn’t laid a hand on me.

His eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration when I hummed again, his rhythm turning jagged and rough while he throat fucked me. My grip tightened on his thighs but I didn’t tap out. I couldn’t. Just watching his face, even through tears and the drool starting to drip down my chin onto my shirt, it was enough that I could have honestly gotten off on it alone. 

He was moaning, face pinched in pleasure and hips pushing forward into my mouth seeking his end over and over and over. 

It was like heaven.

Then I could see it happening, the minute way his eyebrows pulled upward for a second, the way his hips stuttered ever so slightly, the feeling of his hand tightening in my hair and tugging just a little more. I moaned around him and that seemed to be it. He pushed the back of my head onto his entire length harshly, making my eyes water even more. He groaned loudly and I could feel his cock pulsing in my throat as he fed me his cum straight down my throat. I continued to moan at the thought, him emptying himself into my stomach. 

A few seconds later I remembered why I didn’t deep throat him often though, my lungs starting to burn ever so slightly, my vision starting to spot… I tapped his thigh, my eyes closing for a second before he let go and I dropped back onto my butt from knees, sputtering out a sticky cough from the thickness covering the inside of my throat and the thick spit still trailing from my mouth to his now soft cock. 

“God, so good,” he breathed. He leaned down and carefully wiped my chin before leaning in and pecking my lips. “So good to me.”

I smiled at the praise, sitting up a little straighter in pride while I watched him pull up his underwear and slacks and tuck his shirt back in before zipping back up. Once he’d finished he pulled me back up to stand on slightly wobbly oxygen-deprived legs and pulled me into him, kissing me deeply. He sighed into the kiss for a second, seemingly completely at ease now before he pulled back and peeked at the clock over my shoulder. His head dropped to lay on my shoulder. 6:32.

“I’ve got to leave now or I’ll never make it.”

He didn’t move, arms still tight around my waist. I gently ran my fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head. 

“Gwil, you gotta go,” I said, my voice still rough and low.

He groaned against me.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes,” I laughed, rubbing his back slightly. “Come on, I just sucked you off, the least you can do is do what I say.”

He leaned back with a faux frown to look me in the eyes.

“Go on, you’ll be late,” I said, pecking his lips a final time before starting to push him toward the door. 

He gave one last groan of protest before opening the door and starting to walk out but he stopped just before it closed and peeked his head back in. “And uh, I’ll be returning the favor when I get home so keep your hands out of those panties, yeah?”

I cursed him as I went and plopped back on the couch. “Fine. Asshole.”

“That’s my good girl.” I could practically hear the grin in his voice.

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[bohemiansweede]

In the lap of

Santa 1 & 2

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189538841286/fanfic

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189557120211/fanfic

Santa Baby

1,2,3 & epilogue

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189812764376/fanfic

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189853697226/fanfic

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189870501491/fanfic

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189871127841/fanfic

~~~~✨❄️🎅🎁🎉🎄❤️❄️✨~~~~

X-mas Fics

Here are my Christmas Fics with Queen and Bohrap

I have posted my new ones for this year, but also include last year's fics

Warnings Smut 🔞

Please enjoy the Christmas, be safe out there

First time in Santa's lap Ch 1

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/636791718231130112/fanfic

Christmas

Surprise

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/637402628776755200/fanfic

Mulled wine

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/637875723438358528/fanfic

On the

Naughty List

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/638104591673786369/fanfic

Under the

Misteltoe

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/638347922027757568/fanfic

Alone on

Christmas

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/638486000204742656/fanfic

Coming home for Christmas

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Baby it's

Cold outside

https://bohemiansweede.tumblr.com/post/189688733651/fanfic

In Santa's

Workshop

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[illfoandillfie]

Countdown To Christmas

Pairing: Lucy Boynton x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summery: When Gwilym reveals he has no plans for Christmas Day, you and Lucy invite him to spend it with you.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Christmas themed girlfriend fluff, orgasm denial/edging, threesome (obv.), dom/sub/dom dynamic, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, sex toys - vibrator and strap-on, a teeny tiny bit of cumplay

Words: 9020 (jesus)

A/N: This is my secret santa gift for @laedymoon​ for @dtfrogertaylor​ ‘s Thank God It’s Christmas event! El, I got very excited when I found out I was going to be writing for you! You are my tumblr daughter/wife and I love you so much. I had a lot of fun writing this (I really don’t write either Gwil or Lucy enough) and I really hope you enjoy it!! 

Taglist:  @laedymoon​  @dtfrogertaylor​   @ezmina98​  @vee-ndetta​ @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama​ @deakyclicks​ @jennyggggrrr​ @drowseoftaylor​  @hannafuckingsucks​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​ @supersonicfreddie​

THREE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Normally you didn’t leave gift buying so late but this year things just seemed to have slipped away from you. To be fair, a lot of the big things you’d already bought. Your parents were taken care of, and Lucy. And besides, you didn’t really mind heading into the city so close to Christmas. It made you feel festive, especially as the sun faded and the strings of lights decorating each street and shopfront came to life. Aside from the crowds of people hurrying to finish their shopping, it was quite lovely. Light snowfall, a line of kids waiting to get their photo taken with Father Christmas, a choir huddled together singing carols. It just made you more excited for the actual day. You shook your head and squeezed Lucy’s hand as you tried to remind yourself that you weren’t there for the festive ambience, you had things to do.

Together you and Lucy entered Harrods, heading straight for their Christmas display. You were mostly looking for smaller items, fun and maybe a little gimmicky, for the friends you were likely to see over the holiday season and your neighbours, a thank you for collecting your mail while you and Lucy had been away earlier in the year. “D’you think Pam and Harry would like a cookbook?” you asked Lucy as you browsed one of the tables of “Gifts For Her” the store had laid out. “I don’t think they’re that big into cooking. What about this cocktail set? See it’s got a shaker and a couple of flavours,” “Isn’t Harry a teetotaller?” “Oh, shit you’re right, okay forget that. Maybe a puzzle?” Lucy laughed as she pulled the suggestion out of thin air, giving you a look that plainly said Lord I don’t know. You were about to suggest searching in a different part of the store, hoping something would leap out at you as the perfect gift, when a voice caught your attention. “Lucy? Y/N?” “Gwil!” Lucy smiled as the tall, bearded man came over, “Fancy running into you here.” “Finishing your shopping?” “Yeah” you said, “thankfully almost done. What about you?” “I’ve been given a slight reprieve this year. Not doing the whole big family thing we had planned.” “Oh no, what happened?” “Oh it’s not that bad Luce. My parents decided they wanted to spend the holidays somewhere warmer so they’re on a cruise in the pacific right now. And then my brother’s family have all come down with some sort of cold or flu or something, so we’ve all decided to save our festivities until new year's. It’s great though, means I haven’t had to rush buying presents or anything, only looking for something for my niece and nephew now.” “So you’ll be alone on Christmas? Why don’t you come over to ours instead?” “I couldn’t intrude like that,” “Don’t be daft, not intruding if we invited you,” Lucy laughed, “Seriously, it’s just going to be me and Y/N all day. We’re going to my parents for Boxing Day lunch but other than that it’s just the two of us and we’ve already bought more food than we could possibly get through on our own.” “You really don’t mind?” “Of course not Gwil! You’re practically family anyway. We’d have invited Ben too but Y/N spoke to him last week and he’s already got plans.” “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm, I’ll be there.”

You chatted to Gwilym for a little longer before he left you to wander around in search of suitable presents once more. Both you and Lucy agreed you should get him something too, although, distracted by other people’s gifts and a little worn out from having to navigate the crowds, it ended up slipping your mind. It wasn’t until you were at home, sitting on your living room floor wrapping your haul that you realised. “Hey what happened to that book about the Welsh rugby team? The one we were going to give Gwil?” you asked as you finished writing on the gift tag of the present you’d just wrapped. “I thought we decided he’d already read it and left it behind.” You looked over at the small Christmas shrine you’d created. With only the two of you, and your house being more cosy than spacious, you’d decided not to worry about the whole big tree thing. Instead you’d bought a kitschy fiber-optic tree that was small enough to sit on a little table and surrounded it with tinsel, a few cards you’d received and a candle that smelt like Christmas pudding. There was enough space under the table to stack the few presents you’d be opening come Christmas morning. Each of you had two to open, something naughty and something nice, a decision you’d made as soon as you realised you’d not be seeing anyone else all day. “We have to get him something.” “Okay but I’m not going back into the city two days out from Christmas. It’ll be mad and everything’ll be sold out.” “Well what do you suggest then Luce?” She furrowed her brow as she thought for a moment and then she looked at you. “I know that look Lucy, whatever your idea is it’s dangerous.” “Not dangerous. Risky maybe.” “Spit it out then,” “What if we gave him a threesome?” You laughed but stopped when you realised she wasn’t, “Bullshit, you’re not serious are you?” “Well I’m sure he’d like it. Isn’t it every guy’s dream to have a threesome with two girls?” “I wasn’t saying he wouldn’t like it. Just didn’t expect that to be your first idea. You really thought threesome before you thought of the weird little shop up the road?” “That shop wouldn’t have anything Gwil liked, it’s all incense and crystals and hippie stuff. And you have to admit it’s a hot idea. He’s hot. Can’t say I haven’t thought about it before and I know you have too.” “Okay true I have.” “Good, so we’re doing it?” You considered for a moment, “Fuck it why not. It would be the best type of present since it’ll be as fun for us as it is for him. So then how to we give it to him? Like just blurt it out when he arrives or, a piece of paper that says redeem for one free threesome or something?” you laughed and shook your head at the slightly ridiculous turn the conversation had taken. “What about a little coupon book? Then we can give him some other things too in case he doesn’t actually want a threesome. Wait here,” Lucy pushed herself to her feet and ran off down the hall. You listened, bemused, as she opened and closed cupboards, rifling through them and pulling various things free, only returning when her arms were full. She dropped back to the floor next to you and laid everything out. Scissors, a stapler, a stack of paper, coloured pens. “Love, your artsy farsty, you wanna design a cover for the coupons? And then maybe write some things out in nice lettering?” Lucy pushed the pens towards you with her toes as she began mocking up a template to use as a size reference. You plugged your phone into some speakers and shuffled your Christmas playlist, both of you singing along as you set to work creating Gwilym’s present. By the time you were done you had a very cute little book of coupons, suitably decorated with festive colours and a little bit of glitter you’d remembered you had. Inside were ten coupons ranging from One Free Hug to One Free Threesome. You stood up and stretched as Lucy wrapped it and added it to the pile under your little tree.

TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Lucy had splodges of batter over her shirt, a mishap with the electric mixer, and flour smudged across her nose and cheek, entirely your doing. She’d got you back, a smear of brown sugar over your forehead though you rubbed it in and thanked her for the exfoliant. Her attempts to act unimpressed, making a big show of rolling her eyes and telling you to get back to work, were admirable but the giggle gave her away. The kitchen itself wasn’t faring much better, splatters of butter and flour and sugar littering the bench and a few spots of the batter that covered Lucy’s shirt also decorating the walls. It was a shame really since you’d spent most of the day cleaning, intending on having the place spotless for when Gwilym arrived. “Is it meant to be that sticky?” Lucy asked over the Christmas playlist you’d once again put on, trying to compare the recipe on her phone to the concoction currently sitting in a blob on the bench, “I thought it was supposed to be firmer?” “Maybe it’ll fix itself as you knead it,” you shrugged, “just put down some extra flour.” “Maybe Gwil will bring some store bought gingerbread with him and save us from ourselves,” “It’s not that bad, look,” you grabbed an extra handful of flour, scattering it over the dough and bench, coating your palms in the remnants. Lucy took a step back, “those come no where near me Y/N, I swear,” You held your white palms up to her innocently before taking to the dough, pushing and pulling it until it began to form a smooth ball which you placed on the beeswax wrap Lucy laid out, “see, nothing to worry about.” “S’pose we’ll find out for sure in half an hour when we roll it out.” She took the wrapped up dough from your hand and placed it in the fridge, “Siri, set a timer for thirty minutes.” While her back was turned you began tidying up the sack of dirty dishes, collecting a little of the mixture that still clung to the edge of the bowl on your thumb, “You don’t have to wait that long,” “Wasn't it half an hour? I’m sure that’s what the recipe said.” As Lucy turned eyes on her phone, trying to find the right part of the recipe, you caught her, sliding your thumb across her bottom lip and spreading the sticky batter there. She looked shocked for a minute before her tongue darted out to taste it, “okay, that’s really good,” a grin spread out across her face as she took a step towards you, and then another, and another, backing you up against the bench. One of her hands fell to your waist as the other cupped your cheek and she brought her lips to yours. You hummed, sucking some of the sweet spiced mixture off her lip. “What do you think?” “Yeah we nailed it,” “Mmhmm, good,” Lucy reached behind you, running her finger along the side of the bowl, collecting more of the leftovers. Slowly she slipped the finger between your lips, biting her own as she watched you suck it clean.

By the time the alarm went off Lucy was sitting on the clean part of the bench, your hands resting on her thighs as you made out. The rude beeping blasted through the jazzy rendition of White Christmas, and your moment, making you spring apart in surprise. Lucy, face flushed and demeanour flustered, giggled as she reached to turn off the alarm, “effective way of killing time,” “Could keep killing time, perhaps in the bedroom,” you trailed your finger over her thigh as you spoke. “But the dough’s ready, we can roll it out now.” “The dough will still be there in a couple of hours.” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “An hour? Half an hour? Fifteen minutes?” “C’mon,” she slipped off the bench, “grab the cutters, would you?” “Not even fifteen minutes?” you waited but Lucy didn’t say anything, “Fine, s’pose baking is almost as fun,” You turned to dig around in the draw for the cutters Lucy had bought. You managed to find them as Lucy lay out more flour and picked up the rolling pin, two cutters shaped like men, one like a Christmas tree and one like a heart. Together you pressed them out and lay them out on the baking trays, occasionally sneaking bits of the raw dough into your mouths. “They look really good,” Lucy said as she placed the last one on the tray. “They’ll look even better when they’re cooked,” “Ha ha ha. Just for that you can stick them in the oven and keep an eye on them while I go have a shower.” “Sure you wouldn’t rather I join you?” you traced your fingers lightly along her shoulder, hooking them under the strap of her bra. Without warning you pulled the strap away from her and let it go, making her squeal as it snapped back against her skin. “You’re a shocker, Y/N.” “You’re the one who put her fingers in my mouth so really I think this is on you.” “Just don’t let them burn.”

For a few minutes you stayed in the kitchen, scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a few friends' posts about their own holiday activities, as you absentmindedly hummed along to the music. But that got old fast. Figuring you’d smell the biscuits burning if anything went wrong you left the timer ticking in the kitchen and headed out to the lounge room. The Christmas shrine caught your eye. Surely it wouldn’t matter if you had a little peek. Not even a peek, just a rattle. Just to see if you could guess what Lucy had got you. It wasn’t like you were going to unwrap it early, just play a little guessing game with yourself. You tiptoed a few steps closer to the bathroom door, listening to make sure the water was still running and then, having decided the coast was clear, you scurried back towards the tree. Carefully picking up the smaller of the two gifts baring your name, you examined the tag. A red dot. The naughty present. It was in a box, that much you could tell, but it didn’t help you narrow it down much. The size of the box didn’t really give anything away either. It was just an average sized box that could hold any number of naughty items. You gave it an experimental shake. And then, when you didn’t hear anything move, another shake, harder than the first. Still nothing. Perhaps that meant it was made from a soft material, or perhaps Lucy knew you’d try to figure out what she got you and intentionally packaged it so as to limit its movement. Either way, there were too many possibilities for you to work out what it was, so you put it back and reached for the nice present. “And what are you doing?” Lucy’s voice startled you. “Just rearranging, making sure the pile was steady.” “Sure, that’s believable.” “Oh come on Luce,” you turned around on your knees, “not like I was doing anything bad,” “Trying to work out what I got you for Christmas isn’t bad?” “No, it’s not. I’d say it’s perfectly reasonable.” “Well I’d say it’s impatient. Little bit bratty,” You bit your lip, your breath hitching with the word. You knew what bratty meant. “But you’ve been a little impatient all day haven’t you. Wanting to get me into bed before we finished baking. So maybe you need to learn how to wait. And you can start by waiting for me on the bed. No clothes and no touching.” You made to stand up but Lucy just tutted at you. “Didn’t say you could walk, you know how much I like looking at your bum.” With an eyeroll you dropped back to your knees and began crawling towards the bedroom door.

Lucy made you wait for fifteen whole minutes before she followed you into the bedroom. “Luce, what the hell took you so long?” you asked, leaning against the headboard. It had taken every ounce of self-control you had to not touch yourself and you were already feeling antsy, ready for more. “Had to pull the biscuits out since you decided to misbehave before they were done,” she crossed the room, heading towards your cupboard and dug around inside for a moment. When she turned around she held a vibrator in her hand, “And you’re learning a lesson about patience, lucky I didn’t make you wait even longer.” You groaned, suspecting where things were headed. Lucy just chuckled as she moved towards the bed, dropping the vibrator onto the sheets as she kneeled beside you and pushed your legs open. Slowly she ran a finger through your folds, “Already wet for me. Good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” your voice sounded airier than normal, even to your own ears. With one hand she tugged on your hair, making you tilt your head back so she could capture your lips, continuing the kisses from earlier. Her other hand remained between your legs, fingers dragging through the slick and spreading it over and around your clit. You whined at the contact, hoping that if you sounded enticing enough Lucy might forget her plans to punish you. It didn’t work. Her fingers pressed against you firmly, drawing you closer and closer to the edge, leaving you panting against her lips, and whining when she pulled her hand away. “Patience, my love.” “You’ve got that look again. I’m not going to get off tonight, am I?” “Clever girl. Don’t think you’ll be getting off before Christmas Day.” “Lucy,” you whined, but she just laughed, leaning back to remove her own shirt. “Weren’t you wearing a bra before? Distinctly remember snapping the shoulder strap.” “Couldn’t be bothered after the shower. Figured you were going to take it off anyway but then of course I found you being so naughty,” Once more her fingers found your clit, “and my plans changed.” You could feel the familiar tingle creeping up, your hips shifting automatically in an attempt to find more friction. Christmas Day suddenly seemed an age away and you weren’t sure you could wait that long. Perhaps if you distracted Lucy enough, she wouldn’t realise how close you were getting, and you’d be able to steal an orgasm. Licking your lips, you directed your attention to her chest, dragging your tongue along one of her breasts before sucking her nipple into your mouth. Her fingers faltered for a split second and her breath hitched but she didn’t stop. Christmas music floated from the kitchen where it was still playing, but neither of you were in any frame of mind to think about changing the playlist. The sound was punctured by your muffled moan as Lucy pulled you towards the edge, followed by a soft squeak from Lucy herself, as you reach up to tweak one nipple, and drew circles with your tongue round the other. For a moment you thought your plan had worked, that Lucy was distracted enough, but then she pulled her hand away, making you whine and release her breast. “Awww, baby thought she’d get what she wanted?” Lucy mocked, taking your chin in hand. “Maybe,” “Baby was wrong,” she let go of your chin, tapping your cheek twice, “Think we’ll do one more for now.” Before you could say anything in return Lucy had picked up the vibrator and pressed it to your clit. You hissed as she turned it on low, your clit on the verge of being sensitive. It took less time for you to reach the edge again, a combination of the vibrator’s stimulation and how much you’d already endured. She waited until the last possible moment before she pulled the vibrator away, leaving you panting the word please as you tried to grind against thin air. “You’re done, for the moment at least. Might give you a few more before I let you go to sleep,” as she spoke Lucy stood and kicked off her pants and underwear, “But now it’s my turn. Here, hold this.” You took the vibrator from her, tempted to quickly use it on yourself, consequences be damned. Instead you waited. “Oh, good girl. You’re learning,” “Does that get me a reward?” Lucy laughed, “Bold. But yes, alright. It’s not the reward you want though, just a kiss,” she tapped your leg, indicating you should close them, and straddled your waist. You let her pull your arm into position, so the vibrator pressed against her pussy, and turned it on. She hummed as it came to life and brought her lips to yours. Each moan and whine she made was swallowed by you, the kiss only getting deeper and sloppier as she rocked her hips against the buzzing machine. It was close enough to your own skin that you could feel it’s pulsing, but nowhere near close enough to give you any real pleasure. Instead you had to be content with Lucy’s fingernails digging into your shoulder, her teeth scraping over your lip, her legs beginning to tremble as she hovered over you. Her lips parted from yours as she repeated the word yes over and over, her breaths gasped in between, culminating in a long moan as she hit her climax, shuddering through it. “Oh god,” she whined, grabbing your wrist to push the vibrator away. You turned it off as her head fell to your shoulder, still panting as she came down from her high. “You sure you don’t want to watch me cum like that?” “Positive,” she giggled into your shoulder. “Damn.” “Come on, we should get up, gotta finish tidying the kitchen and then I think it’s cheesy Christmas movie time.”

ONE DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS

You weren’t entirely sure if the morning started off good or bad. On one hand, you woke up with Lucy’s fingers sliding through your slick folds. On the other, she edged you twice, resolutely sticking to her plan to keep you denied until Christmas. You considered that morning to be when she broke you. Of course, you’d played with denial before but for the most part it only lasted however long it took for Lucy to cum two or three times and then she’d take pity on you. The most you’d done was one day and that wasn’t even by design, just an accident while you’d been staying with your parents for a weekend. So the previous evening it had all seemed like a game, a joke even. Surely she was stringing you along. You’d not worried if you came across as bratty, confident that by the time you were hoping into bed she’d give in. Now though, after she’d sent you to sleep with another edge and then woken you up with two more…perhaps she was serious. You were rapidly losing confidence that it would end on Christmas Day, half convinced she was having too much fun to actually let you cum ever again. The idea that she was going to keep you wet and desperate for days rather than hours was scary and overwhelmingly erotic. Knowing that no matter how many times you asked, no matter if you got down on your knees and begged for it, she wasn’t going to give in, only made the need grow. When she was satisfied with the way you whined please she lay down and spread her own legs, telling you it was time you repaid her generosity. “Could have edged you more, kept going until you were so sensitive you were begging me to stop. But I didn’t. So how about you show me some gratitude,” Perhaps it was because a part of you hoped good behaviour would earn you a shorter punishment, or perhaps you just wanted something to take your mind off the way your clit was throbbing, but either way you were laying between her legs within seconds, without so much as a muttered comment about unfairness.  

Despite the uncertain beginnings, Christmas Eve went well. The morning was spent decorating the gingerbread you’d made the previous day, a process just as sticky as the actual biscuit dough had been, especially since there was a small mishap with the red food colouring that left a stain on the benchtop. But eventually you had a decent selection of coloured icings set out in piping bags as well as decorative sprinkles and the like. You and Lucy let your artistic sides take over as you gave the gingerbread men faces and buttons and sometimes hats or scarves. Silver and gold balls adorned the trees like little baubles and Lucy used the sprinkles on a few of the hearts to spell out yours, Gwilym’s and her own initials. When you were done you carefully packed most of them away into a Tupperware box to keep them safe, though you picked out a few of the funnier looking ones to snack on while you watched another cheesy movie.

Halfway through the movie the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” you said, pushing yourself off the couch. Lucy’s hand had been wandering higher and higher up your thigh for the last few minutes and you had already begun to feel the heat in your cheeks rising. The phone call was a good excuse to calm down a little before she could have you begging again. “Hello?” you said into the receiver. “Y/N? Hi, it’s Gwilym.” “Oh! Gwil, hi! You’re not calling to cancel tomorrow are you?” you turned to lean against the wall as you spoke, watching Lucy as she watched you. “No, no, the opposite actually. Wanted to make sure you’re still okay to have me,” You held back a giggle at the unintentional double entendre although you gave Lucy a look, pumping your eyebrows, “of course we’re okay to have you,” “Excellent, really looking forward to it,” “So are we. It’s going to be fun,” Lucy laughed, and you had to cover the receiver so Gwilym wouldn’t hear you struggling not to join her. “I should have asked this when I saw you the other day but do you want me to bring anything?” “Oh um, I think we’re all good for lunch. We’ve got turkey and a few different sides. Plus a Christmas Pudding and we’ve just finished decorating some gingerbread biscuits. If you want you could bring another bottle of wine or two, or maybe some mince pies, but if you can’t be bothered don’t worry about it.” “Wine and pies, think I can handle that.” “Seriously, only if it’s no trouble. We’ve probably got way too much food and drink as is and you will definitely be leaving with some leftovers.” “What’s Christmas without plenty of leftovers? I’ll be happy to take as much as you want to part with, anything if it means I don’t have to cook or go grocery shopping for a few more days.” You did laugh at that. “Anyway, I should let you get back to whatever you were doing,” “Watching Christmas movies,” “I caught Love Actually on TV Last night, still holds up.” “So did we! Absolute classic,” Gwilym’s laugh crackled through the receiver, “Definitely a classic. Oh! Almost forgot, what time do you want me there?” “How about elevenish? Should give us time for a pre-lunch drink.” “Sounds great. Thanks again for inviting me, I’ll see you tomorrow,” “It’s our pleasure! See you then,” you hung up the phone and turned back to the couch, “Gwil just wanted to know if he should bring anything.” “Yeah I gathered,” You dropped back into your seat and Lucy’s hand went straight back to where it had been before you answered the phone, as if there was a magnet pulling her towards your thigh.

By the time the credits were rolling you’d lost track of which movie you’d been watching, too preoccupied with how badly you wanted to cum. “Please Lucy, please.” “Stop asking, it’s not going to happen.” “Can you at least fuck me properly? Keep edging me, I’ll be good and I won’t complain, but I need you to do more than rub my clit, please.” “You want me to finger you hard and fast? Or maybe you want to be fucked with my stap? Wanna feel me deep in your pretty little pussy? “Yes, please,” “You’re really desperate, aren’t you?” she sounded almost surprised by the turn of events. All you could do was nod your agreement, “C’mon Luce, please? You’ll have so much fun and I promise I’ll behave,” Lucy giggled, “I’m already having fun just knowing what a whiny little slut you’ve turned into. And as much as I’d enjoy fucking you, I’m not going to. I want Gwil to see how pathetic you are right now. Besides, you’re way too close and I don’t want to risk you going over.” You whined and let your head hit the back of the couch as Lucy laughed.

CHRISTMAS DAY

You woke before Lucy did, grogginess gone the second you realised what day it was. A glance at the clock told you it was just after 9.00. Carefully you slipped out of bed, pausing when Lucy made a snuffling sound, holding your breath as she snuggled deeper into the warm covers. Careful to skip the squeaky floorboard outside your bedroom door, you tiptoed from the room, thankful you’d had the foresight to slip a pair of socks on as you changed into your pyjamas the night before. As quietly as you could you made your way to the kitchen where the speaker was still set up and grabbed it. Then, just as quietly, you made your way back to the bedroom. With one eye on Lucy’s peaceful figure you set the speaker down and turned the volume up high. You were ready to run the second you hit play on the Christmas playlist, an entirely too loud rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer suddenly filling the room. Lucy damn near screamed in shock, yelling your name as she sprang out of bed and chased you from the room. “Y/N you bitch! I’m so going to get you for that!” You were cackling as she chased you through the house into the living room, stopping with your arms outstretched when you ran out of escape routes. “Wait wait wait,” you said hurridly, almost needing to yell to be heard over the music. “Better say something good or I’m going to have to end you,” “I love you?” Lucy lunged forward and you took a step back, hitting the arm of the couch. On most days you would have been able to duck under her arms and continue running through the house but not today. Today your knees gave way as they hit the arm sending you toppling backwards onto the cushions. Before you could even think to roll off the couch Lucy took the opportunity the universe presented her with and climbed onto your lap, effectively pinning you down. You squealed as she began tickling you. “Luce, god stop, I’m gonna pee my pants,” “You deserve it! That was so mean!” “Bu- ah! - But I’ll ruin the couch,” She stopped suddenly, “Fair point,” You were still panting as you grinned up at her, “Merry Christmas, by the way,” “Merry Christmas,” She said, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “You gonna let me up?” “Okay but you have to make tea,” “Sure, as long as I can go pee first. I was not joking about that.”

You were just bringing the tea out of the kitchen when Lucy, having turned down the music and brought the speakers out to the living room, called out to you from where she sat on the floor, “Hey, we should open our naughty presents before Gwil gets here,” “Ooo yes, definitely. Here, take this,” you handed her mug down to her, followed by your own mug, “you want some gingerbread?” “A heart please,” “So picky,” you shook your head but collected the requested biscuit anyway. When you returned and took your own seat Lucy handed you the box you’d examined two days previously. You pulled out the gift you’d wrapped for Lucy from the small pile and handed it over. Together you unwrapped your presents, wrapping paper flying as you tore into yours though Lucy was a little more careful. Your gift was a set of silky-smooth lingerie in Egyptian Blue. “Do you like it? I thought the colour would match your eyes,” You ran your fingers over the floaty babydoll, “It’s gorgeous, I love it,” Lucy broke out smiling as she finished unwrapping her own gift, “Well this is interesting,” she began pulling items out of the hamper you’d created, “A candle. Didn’t know you were interested in wax play.” “Not what I had in mind. Mostly just a mood setting thing, but I s’pose your idea could be interesting.” “What else have we got, hot rocks, massage oil,” “Actually, it’s a massage oil slash lube that heats as you rub it in.” “So this is for a sexy massage then,” “Mmmhmm. That’s also why there’s a bullet vibrator is in there.” “Does this mean I can expect you to treat me to a massage sometime?” “Absolutely. I’d say let’s do it right now if Gwil wasn’t coming over.” “Definitely don’t want to be interrupted,” Lucy leaned over to kiss you, “Thank you, it’s lovely and I can’t wait to try some of this stuff out. Maybe I’ll keep you denied until you show me how it all works.”

When Gwilym arrived the presents were safely shut away in the cupboard in your bedroom, the turkey was cooking, and you were on your second lemon, lime and bitters. You opened the door to find him wearing a dorky Christmas sweater and carrying two bottles of wine, a box of Mr Kipling’s Mince Pies, and two packages wrapped up in paper decorated with snowflakes. “Hello hello. Merry Christmas” Gwilym kissed you on the cheek, a few flakes of snow clinging to his beard. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let me take those off you,” you took the wine and led Gwilym through the house to the kitchen, “Can I get you a drink? We’ve got all sorts, bitters, gin, whisky, a bit of champers, some mulled wine going on the stove,” “I’ll start with some of the wine if that’s alright,” “Work your way up to the strong stuff?” “Precisely. Lucy, Merry Christmas,” “And to you Gwil,” she said as he dropped a kiss to her cheek too. “Where can I stick these?” “Presents? Gwil you didn’t have to,” “Oh hush, it’s Christmas, as if I wasn’t going to.” “Fair enough, well, I’ll take the pies, add them to the rest of our goodies. If you take the presents out to the living room, you’ll see where a couple already are. Give me a second to grab a drink and I’ll be out.”

You handed Gwilym his drink and led him out to the small tree, both of you taking a seat as you chatted. Before long Lucy joined you, drink in one hand, box of gingerbread biscuits in the other. As soon as she was seated you got stuck into the presents, torn wrapping paper and excited exclamations flying. The larger present from Lucy that you’d been caught trying to peek at turned out to be a new record player, and the one of Gwilym was a fancy notebook and fountain pen. Lucy loved the vintage hand mirror and set of blush and highlighters you got her, almost spilling your drink as she tackled you with a grateful kiss when she realised it was the mirror she’d seen in an antique store and regretted not buying. She’d gone back for it a week later and found it had been sold. “God I am so glad you finally know!” you laughed as she sat back down and examined it, “You kept going on about it but I’d already bought it and hidden it and I had to stop myself from laughing or spilling the secret every time you brought it up.” Gwilym bought her a book about fashion and style in the 1960s which, while it didn’t elicit quite the same response, was enough to earn him a bright smile and a tight hug. Finally, there was one present left. “That’s yours Gwil, from both of us,” Gwilym wasted no time in unwrapping it, dropping the paper to the ground as he looked at the cover, “Coupons?” “Look inside,” Your stomach felt tight with nerves and you glanced over at Lucy who was subtly shredding a scrap of wrapping paper. With a curious glance at both you and Lucy he began flicking through the pages, “One free hug, nice, a free meal. Do I have to use that to get lunch today?” “No, we’ll give you today free anyway, but you can come back and cash that in any time you like.” “Cheers,” he laughed and kept flicking though. You knew he’d reached the last page by how wide his eyes went. “Does this mean what I think it means?” “If you think it means Lucy and I are inviting you to sleep with us both then yes it does. Do you like it?” “Yes, Christ yes. Do I have to spend it today or is it like the meal one where I’m guaranteed a threesome because it’s Christmas?” “No, that one has to be cashed in I’m sorry.” “Then I’d like to cash it in now, please.” “Right now? You only have one, you sure you want to use it so soon?” Lucy asked. “Positive.” “Don’t want to save it for later tonight,” “Surely we’ll be too full and tipsy to move later,” “Good point.” “So, um,” he seemed a little unsure of how to progress, “how is this going to work?” “Just like sex normally does but there’s an extra person?” “More meant what are your limits and that sort of stuff, Luce” “Yeah I know, was pulling your leg.” She looked over at you as she spoke, “I mean, I think we’re both fine with most things. Nothing too BDSM-y or whatever but Y/N does tend to run more submissive.” You nodded, “Yeah, uh, I guess I like being told what to do, called names, stuff like that. My safeword is red just so you know, not that I think we’ll need it but, better safe than sorry.” Gwil nodded, “And,” his cheeks seemed a little more flushed than before, “this feels kinda weird to talk about but, how….uh, how involved do you want me to be?” “It’s your present Gwil, so as involved as you like.” Lucy seemed a lot more comfortable with the discussion, “ If you’d prefer to watch us that’s cool or if you wanted to fuck us both we’re into that too.” “Okay then, sounds good to me,” “Y/N, love, why don’t you go change into the thing you unwrapped this morning and wait for us in the bedroom. Got some other stuff I want to talk to Gwil about.” With a grin and a racing heart you scurried off to do just that, able to hear Gwil quietly asking what thing?

When you heard the doorknob turn you stood up, the soft material of the baby doll floating around the top of your thigh as you moved. “That’s pretty,” Gwilym said softly, stepping closer to you as Lucy followed him into the room and shut the door behind her, “suits you. Lucy’s got good taste.” “She told you she bought it for me?” “She told me a few interesting things. Like how you’re an impatient little brat who had to be put on denial to be taught a lesson.” Gone was the slightly uncomfortable Gwil from your discussion, now he was all confidence and control. It was a marked difference that made you clench your thighs together. “Oh, that,” “Yes, Gwil knows all about how I’ve been edging you for days now and how pathetically wet it’s made you. I also told him he now gets to choose if and when you cum today.” “What?” you were aghast. With Lucy you’d been maybe eighty-five percent sure she would be true to her word but with Gwil you had no idea what to expect. “That’s right. So you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” “Yes,” you nodded emphatically to show how much you meant it making both Lucy and Gwilym laugh. “I told you she was desperate.” “Desperate enough to suck my cock?” Gwilym had spoken more to Lucy than you but you dropped to your knees all the same, beyond caring how eager you appeared or how much they’d mock you for it. “Christ,” Gwilym muttered under his breath and then, addressing you, “When was the last time you sucked dick?” “Umm, depends. I’ve sucked on Lucy’s strap a couple of times but the last time I did it with a real dick was before me and Luce got together, so over a year. But I got good feedback from him.” “You okay to do it now?” “Sure. Just like riding a bike….probably.” Gwilym laughed and waved his hand in a go on motion. From the corner of your eye you saw Lucy take a seat on the end of the bed, watching. You shuffled forwards on your knees until Gwilym was in easy reach, eyes trained on his belt as you undid it and then his zip. As you pushed his pants down his long legs, he pulled his sweater off over his head. “Thank god. Not sure I could have blown you properly while I was looking at Rudolf’s googly eyes.” “Sure you could have. Because if you don’t impress me you don’t cum. How’s that for incentive?” You almost whimpered as you pushed his underwear down, eyes going wide at what you were met with. He was bigger than you’d been expecting, certainly longer than you were used to. You started slow, grasping the base of his cock, and pumping your fist over him a few times before you began kitten licking around the head as you let instinct take over. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest, and took a deep breath, exhaling in a long stream, the air wafting over Gwilym’s cock. He hummed as you wrapped your lips around him, one hand dropping to rest on top of your head as you adjusted to the feeling. You began bobbing your head, slowly taking more of him in your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t reach. “Good girl,” he said, almost breathless, “look so good on your knees, eyes up.” You shifted your gaze to his face, and hollowed your cheeks, a soft groan his response. Being able to see and hear how much he was enjoying it made you feel bolder so you took him deeper still. You gagged. A string of saliva broke and dangled from your lip as you pulled back, gasping for air. “Sorry, you’re bigger than Lucy’s.” “Don’t apologise. I’m not expecting you to deepthroat me or anything like that.” “Am I doing good?” “Better than good, Y/N,” he groaned as you dragged your tongue down his length and then back up, sinking down onto him once more, “Feel incredible. And Lucy’s having fun too. She must like seeing you being a good little cock whore because she’s touching herself right now.” You whined around him and felt his hand tighten in your hair for a second. “She looks so hot like that. Pulled the top of her dress down so she can squeeze her tits, the skirt all bunched up around her waist. That’s it, just like that.” You tried to take him deeper again, squeezing your thumb in your fist and doing everything in your power to supress your gags. “Jesus, gonna make me cum so-“ he broke off with a gasp as you fondled his balls with your free hand, “oh fuck, soon, gonna cum soon.” Lucy moaned from where she was sat on the bed, as if to prove Gwilym had been speaking the truth about her. You squeezed your thighs together as best you could, needing any friction you could get as your own moan broke free. His fingers once again tightened in your hair, his hips bucking forward slightly with the stimulation, making you gag again. “Sorry, I’m-” he moaned as you picked up the pace, bobbing faster, “god, just like that. Y-you gonna be good and swal-low for me?” “You didn’t bother responding, just squeezed his balls a little as you sucked on his tip.” “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he groaned just before he released his load into your mouth. You kept sucking, making sure to get every drop before you let him go, sitting back on your heels as you caught your breath. “Show me,” You stuck out your tongue, earning his praise when he saw it was clean.

“What should we do with her next Luce?” Gwilym asked, towering over you. “Only seems fair that you get to watch her eat me out,” “That does sound fun. Alright, slut, up on the bed.” You hurried into place, kneeling before Lucy, waiting for her to lie back and get comfortable. She pulled you into a kiss for a moment, tongue sliding along your lip and then into your mouth. Gwilym quickly stepped out of his pants which had been pooled around his ankles and pulled off his shirt, settling himself at the end of the bed behind you. “Lie down,” Lucy said softly in your ear. It wasn’t what you expected but you were too far gone to argue. When you were settled Lucy quickly shimmied out of her dress and swung her leg over you, hovering over your mouth facing Gwilym. “Show us what a good slut you are, Y/N.” Your wrapped your hands around her thighs as she lowered herself onto your mouth, dragging your tongue along her pussy before latching onto her clit. For a moment they let you be, Lucy moaning as you slid your tongue into her entrance and she rocked her hips against you, but then you felt a light touch on your hips which made you squirm. Gwilym slowly dragged your underwear down your legs. “You weren’t joking about how wet she is, were you Luce,” he said, holding your underwear up so she could see the wet patch you’d left. The next thing you felt was his hands pushing your legs open and then his beard scratching against your skin as he lowered his lips to the inside of your thighs, sucking marks that made you whine. “Don’t cum,” he warned you before his mouth finally met your throbbing core. In that moment you were suddenly glad you had Lucy to focus on, sure you wouldn’t have lasted long without the distraction. Each time Gwilym made you moan Lucy was sure to moan too, grinding herself onto you with abandon. You let go of Lucy’s thigh, moving your fingers to her core, pumping them into her as best you could. “Wait Gwil, s-stop or she’ll go over,” Lucy said, tugging on his hair to pull him away from you. He retreated, once again giving his attention to your thighs as you whined in frustration. When you’d sufficiently calmed down Lucy gave the word, and he focused back in on your cunt, adding two of his long fingers to the mix. He avoided your clit for the most part, occasionally nudging it with his nose to keep you on your toes. You could feel Lucy’s legs beginning to tremble and tightened your grip, pulling your fingers free as you focused on her clit, her moans getting louder with each passing second. Gwilym left you again, shifting onto his knees as Lucy caught his attention. You could hear him talking to her softly, encouraging her to let go. She shuddered as she came, riding it out as Gwilym held her up. Finally she climbed off you, leaving you panting and squirming, trying to get Gwilym to finish you off.

“Don’t you look so pretty like this,” he said softly, stroking himself slowly, “you ready to be fucked, pretty girl?” “Please,” “Not yet. Don’t know if you’ve done enough to earn it yet.” “You could fuck me,” Lucy said, eyes glinting mischievously. “No, please, please, I need it. I need one of you to fuck me.” Both of them laughed as you sat up, still begging. “What if I fucked Lucy and made you watch and then we went and had lunch. What if we left you like this all day?” “That’s not fair,” you whined, “please, it’s Christmas, it’s a time for giving, please give me your cocks.” “Well,” Lucy said through a laugh, “can’t deny her logic. Alright, love, up on your hands and knees. Gwil’s gonna play with you while I get set up. The second you were in place Gwilym sunk three fingers into you, “There you go you needy slut, finally getting what you want.” He pushed his fingers into you a few time before he replaced them with his cock, making you mewl and fall forward on your arms. He held your hips tight as you adjusted to him but as soon as you indicated you were alright he began fucking into you, laying a few spanks to your arse just because he could. “You’re close already aren’t you?” “Yes, fuck, so close,” you whined, the days of denial catching up with you. “Cum for me then,” he dropped his fingers to your clit, which was all you needed to finally fall over the edge, crying out as you did. “God such a tight cunt,” he panted as you clenched around him. Yet he didn’t stop. Just held you tighter as he continued to pound you roughly. Barely recovered from your first, you could already feel the beginnings of a second orgasm starting to build in your gut. You gasped as another spank landed on you, surprised by it because Gwilym’s hands hadn’t moved. Lucy chuckled at your reaction and did it again. “Give me a go, Gwil,” His thrusts slowed and then he pulled out, shuffling to the side so Lucy could kneel behind you. “Turn over, love,” she said softly, tapping your thigh. You were happy to collapse on your back, sure your legs would have given out as soon as you came again. If you came again. God you hoped they’d let you cum again. Lucy leaned over to kiss you as she lined the dildo up and sank into you. “Good girl, taking both of us so well,” You whined at the change of position, Lucy leaning down to tug at your nipple with her teeth. Suddenly she let you go, gasping as Gwilym sank into her from behind. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust and then, when he was sure she was fine, he thrust harshly into her, pushing her deeper into you. There was nothing you could do but hold your legs up and moan, able to see Gwilym, holding Lucy’s hips and grunting as he ploughed into her. The sight only turned you on more, every one of his movements hitting you through Lucy, the feeling in your stomach only getting stronger. “Can I cum?” you panted, tugging on Lucy’s hair out of a need to do something with your hands. “Ho-hold it. Fuck Gwil just like that,” You whined, watching as Lucy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You used your grip on her hair to tilt her head, attaching your lips to her neck. “Yes, yes, yes, god don’t stop,” her eyes slipped shut. It didn’t take much more before she was moaning through her release, Gwilym grunting as he held back his own. As soon as he slipped out of her, he kneeled beside you. “Fuck her Luce.” His hand came down on her arse, jolting her into moving, “dirty slut wants to cum again.” “Please,” you whined as Lucy found her rhythm again. Gwilym snaked one hand between you and Lucy, rubbing your clit, “Cum for us Y/N,” You obeyed, thanking him through your moans. Lucy’s fingers were digging into your thighs as you rode out your orgasm, Gwil’s fingers still on your clit, until you became too sensitive and had to push him away. “Doesn’t she look so good right now Gwil?” Lucy asked as she carefully pulled out, “Leaking onto the sheets, face still covered in my cum. So fucking messy.” “Mmm, makes me wanna add to the mess.” Before you could register what he meant he was kneeling in front of your face, pulling your head up. Lucy moved behind you, holding you in place as he tapped his leaking tip onto your lips. You hummed as you were pushed down his length, Lucy controlling your pace, as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his cock, a few gags escaping, tears running down your cheeks. It didn’t take long, Gwilym’s groans getting longer as he got closer. He pushed you off him at the last moment, stroking himself until white ropes painted your tits. “Fuck you look like a such a mess,” “A hot mess though,” Lucy said, trailing her fingers through the splatters on your chest. She sucked them into her own mouth, swirling her tongue around her digits. When she was satisfied that they’d been thoroughly cleaned she leaned over you and kissed you again, a sticky white string connecting you when she pulled away. “Fuck,” Gwilym lay beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, eyes glued to your lips, the space Lucy had just inhabited, “Might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever got. Certainly the best I’m likely to get this year.” “Good,” Lucy said, standing and beginning to undo the strap around her waist, “I’m glad you liked it.” “Me too,” you smiled over at him, “It was fun.” “A lot of fun,” Lucy laughed, “Maybe we could be persuaded to give you another round later, after lunch. It is Christmas after all, and what’s Christmas if not a time to be generous?”

[what-wicked-delights]

Dark Academia au! Moodboards:

Cambridge English literature student! Gwilym Lee and Oxford History student! Y/N.

A forbidden love/romance fic shall be with you in the near future, I hope!

[bluesfortheredj]

Hidden treasures.

A/N: I think I needed this story too.

Smut ahead.

You could count on one hand the amount of months you’d been with Gwil, but it felt like forever in the best way possible. You were used to staying over at his place and his at yours too, and on this particular occasion you were cuddled up on the sofa with your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly. The television gives a background noise but all you can hear is his breathing which is a real comfort as you close your eyes and feel his finger tips sliding across your scalp gently. The hand that rests on your hip suddenly begins to move slowly beneath the hem of your top and your eyelids fly open as he heads down towards the paunch that hangs from your front.

“Don’t tickle,” you giggle quickly, placing your hand on his wrist and pulling it out from underneath your top.

“Sorry,” he smiles down at you, “didn’t mean to.”

He hand resumes its position on your hip but after a few minutes of stillness it begins to wander once more, this time up your side towards where your bra creates a small fold of skin, and you rush to sit up away from his grasp.

“Everything okay?” he asks, shocked by the sudden movement.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I need some water. Want anything?”

“I’m good thanks sweetheart,” he smiles warmly.

When you get to the kitchen you rest your hands on the side and straighten out your arms with a sigh as you tilt your head down to look at the ground between your feet, but all you see is your stomach protruding from your clothes; the excess chub standing too far from your body in your opinion. Weight could be put on so easily with you and yet when it came to losing it it was an uphill struggle that never seemed to go anywhere or last very long, and you couldn’t stand the thought of Gwilym seeing or feeling your wobbly bits. You eventually look up then head over to the sink for some water, but Gwilym clears his throat from the doorway, making you turn to face him with a forced smile.

“Hey!” you grin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine!”

“It’s just… I saw you standing there, you looked as though you were about to cry. Whatever it is you can tell me (Y/N),” he reassures, walking towards you and placing his hands on your wide hips.

“I… er...” you step back from his hands as your mouth opens and closes, trying to find some excuse.

“It’s like you don’t want me near you.”

“No! No, it’s not that,” you sigh, dreading the thought of pushing him away so much that he’d leave, “please believe me when I say that it’s definitely not you.”

“What is it then?” he frowns with concern, “I’ve really fallen for you (Y/N) and every time I try to be tactile with you, you flinch away from me.”

You back yourself in a corner as your shaking hand tries to put the glass down on the side, and you realise you’ve got to tell him or else he may give up on you completely. You wanted him to touch you so badly, yet you couldn’t stand it when he actually did it, and there had been a few moments where things had got a little heated but you’d swiftly put a stop to them even though your body yearned for him so much.

“No matter how much I want you to touch me, I can’t stand the thought of you feeling my extra weight,” you admit quietly, unable to look him in the eye.

“What?” he asks with a bemused furrow of his brows, “but you’re perfect, what are you on about ‘extra weight’?”

“You haven’t seen what’s underneath my clothes,” you scoff.

“I don’t need to see it to know it’s already perfect, it’s part of you so how could it be anything less than amazing?”

“Gwil, seriously, it’s-”

His lips cut you off gently, unable to hear you talk in such a way about yourself for a second longer; he truly meant it when he said that you were perfect, he adored the way you filled your clothes, especially when your thighs, hips and bum were hugged by those jeans of yours but even better when they swayed seductively from side to side in one of your dresses, and that pouch on your stomach that you were forever trying to hide under baggy tops was something he’d been dying to kiss from the beginning, only ever getting fleeting glimpses of that forbidden soft skin that was always being concealed. You’d never allowed yourself to believe that you could be loved exactly as you are so naturally whenever Gwilym had tried to touch the parts of your body you despised you quickly put a stop to it, and when you saw him watching you walk around the house in something that showed your legs or was a little tight around your stomach, you always assumed he was disgusted at the sight and never let yourself think that his looks were ones of love and desire.

He breaks the kiss before you get the chance to push him away then takes your hand and slowly leads you towards the bedroom, “I’ve thought a lot about what’s under those clothes you know...” he begins when you enter the room, “and do you want to know what I’ve concluded from those thoughts?”

“I don’t know if I want to hear it,” you worry as he sits down on the bed and tugs your hand gently to get you to settle next to him.

“Oh (Y/N),” he sighs, placing his other hand on top of yours so it’s sandwiched between his, “I so wish you could see what I see. I wish you could see the beautiful woman sitting next to me who has the most infectious laugh with such a delightful smile to go with it, utterly bewitching eyes, such wicked sense of humour, a creativity streak that never fails to amaze me with whatever she comes up with, and who has so much intelligence that I’d never get bored of conversing with her.”

You smile at his words but look away shyly, still unable to believe it was you he was talking about, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“And you know what I really wish you could see?” he pauses as you shake your head, “I wish that you could see just how gorgeous you are. The way your nose wrinkles up with an embarrassed smile when I give you a compliment melts my heart every time I see it. When you reach up to get something from the cupboards in the kitchen and I see your stomach, I positively ache to touch it and kiss that silky skin. Every time you wear one of your dresses I can’t help but be spellbound by the way your body moves in it; your hips swaying so irresistibly that they almost steal my attention from the sweet dimples on your thighs that my fingers wish they could glide over.”

Your anxious eyes scan his sincere gaze for some sign of a lie or even a hint of uncertainty but they fail to find it, and you frown slightly as you realise that he’s actually telling the truth about how he feels.

“You think that?” you question, just to make sure.

“I’ve thought that since the day I met you,” he nods, bravely moving his top hand from yours and placing it on your thigh gently.

You let his hand settle on your leg even though your brain is telling you to swat him away, but your fingers twitch and he feels the knee jerk response before meeting your eyes and checking you’re okay with him to continue. His hand moves ever so slowly up your thigh in a moment you’d only ever dreamt of happening before and although you’re unsure of whether you’ll be able to let him explore your entire body, you try and enjoy the feel of his touch that you’d been longing for.

“Can I take them off?” he asks, his eyes flicking down to your jeans then back up to your gaze.

You nod in response and he kneels down on the floor, taking his other hand away from yours as he carefully undoes your button and fly zip before you stand and allow him to tug the waistband down, peeling the fabric away from your skin inch by inch until you step out of them and he smiles up at you reassuringly.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers as you take a seat once more and his fingers spread across your now bare skin.

You close your eyes at the feel of his delicate finger tips exploring your thighs, and as he moves upwards he lays sweet kisses in their wake which causes a response between your legs.

“Do you want to move up the bed?” he asks when he lifts his head.

Again all you can do is nod in answer to the question, the ability to form a coherent sentence escaping you completely, and you shuffle your way up covers then quickly get underneath them to hide again. Gwilym smiles at your action, knowing that he was lucky you’d agreed to letting him take your trousers off in the first place, and his jaw drops open when you wriggle around underneath the duvet then lift out your knickers which are dropped onto the floor with a shy grin.

“Are you sure?” he asks before biting down on his lower lip.

“I’m sure.”

It doesn’t take him long to undress and slide underneath the duvet to be next to you after slipping a condom over his ever growing length, and he begins to kiss you as his hand wanders along your thighs again, this time moving in between them as you spread your legs apart. His fingers work you for a while as your tongues dance around one another slowly and one of your hands travels down to massage his sack, earning you a moan that’s strong enough to break the kiss and have his head drop onto your shoulder.

“Oh (Y/N),” he groans, “I’ve got to be inside you.”

You take your hand away from him as he slides his fingers out of you then he moves on top and settles between your legs before gently easing himself inside as you whimper beneath him, and when he can go no further he looks down at your flushed face with an adoring smile.

“May I?” he asks, pinching the fabric of your vest top.

Your eyes grow wide with fear at the prospect of having to show your stomach and he notices your hesitation straight away, but you begin to slip the straps of your vest off your shoulders and unhook your arms from them before taking off your bra so all he can see are your breasts.

“Is this okay?” you ask.

“It’s perfect, you’re absolutely stunning,” he replies, then begins to move his hips, gradually building a steady rhythm.

Your hands run up his arms that are holding him steady either side of you then they make their way to the middle of his chest and into the thick hair that’s scattered so beautifully across it before moving down to his stomach and back up again before settling around his back where your finger tips press into his skin as he pleasures you. His eyes are mesmerised by the way your breasts are bouncing with each movement he makes, and when you notice this you take one hand away from him to play with your nipple.

“(Y/N), oh my-” he pants as he watches you tease both of them into hardened nubs right before his eyes.

“Oh Gwil!” you gasp as he increases his pace.

He manages to dip his head down and flick his tongue across your breasts before your lips meet in a desperate and sloppy kiss that’s more saliva and teeth than anything else, and as your bodies begin to shine with sweat and the sound of skin against skin gets that little bit louder you let his name fall from your mouth over and over again while you hold him against you and his teeth graze your neck as he’s first to orgasm. He stills inside you for a couple of minutes then leans up on one arm as he gets to work on your sensitive spot, running his thumb around it then pressing on the bud with varying pressures while his member lays inside you, ready to feel your walls clench around it. It doesn’t take long for you follow his lead as your hand wraps tightly around his wrist when the sensation almost becomes too much, and he lazily moves in and out of your entrance to feel you tighten and release.

“My irresistible woman,” he smiles as he pulls out and takes a moment to look down at what he can see of your body, “can I just… a tiny glimpse,” he pleads as he eyes your covered stomach with his hands clasped together.

“The smallest,” you agree, lifting the hem of your vest only a couple of centimetres.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” he gasps with a grin, leaning down immediately so he can run a line of kisses along the pouch of tummy, “and so soft, oh god, I could kiss it all day!”

“Gwilym!” you laugh, pulling the hem back down again to cover it up, “shut up you handsome fool.”

“You’re perfect,” he sighs as he comes to lay next to you, his arms cuddling around you quickly before you could slip out of bed to dress.

“Nah, but you are,” you whisper as your arm stretches across his broad torso.

Hi! I’m not feeling very good about myself so uh, I was wondering if I could request fluffy smut with Gwil and an anxious and self-conscious reader, their first time together? And he’s really romantic and reassures her how beautiful and sexy she is I love your writing.

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Masterlist by @crazylittlethingg​ 

♡ Fluff    

✱  Smut  

♕  Angst 

Ben Hardy :

Call me first ♡ (mentions of ✱)

Summary: Ben is coming home after months of shooting and you decide to set him a little surprise with the new lingerie you bought especially for him but what he didn’t tell you was that Joe was also coming

Joe Mazzello :

He doesn't love me anymore ♡

Summary: Joe had to leave you and your newborn son, Joey for 2 months because of a project he had. He didn’t want to leave as he loved you with all his heart. What happens when he comes back. Will Joey recognize his dad?

Gwilym Lee :

Blurb 

No more surprises -♡

[lovehelpmewrite]

Macarons and Spoiled Surprises

Title: Macarons and Spoiled Surprises

Pairing: Gwil x OFC!Ella

Word count: 3.6k 

Summary: Gwil invites Ella over to the apartment for a surprise and their celebration gets a little... Out of hand.

Warnings: swearing, Smut Lite™, some butt touchin’, uhhh Gwil being cheeky, heavy petting, dry humping (yeehaw)

[A/N]: okay! So here it is, the first installment to the Spring Break Trip that I had planned out a while ago and am just now posting because our original series AYHTDIFIL didn't pan out like planned. This is obviously in the future from where the series left off but not by too totally much. So yeah, as far as I can see there will be like 3 or 4 parts that I have to post for the SBT (as it's been dubbed lol) and then I might have a few things for way in the future involving kids but im not solid on that yet. So now that I've written an essay talking about this, I hope y'all like it! Also i couldn’t resist using one of the headers Mic made for this series so here’s the one she made for this chapter also send her some love @o-holynight​

*background: Ella and Gwil have been dating for around a month and a half-ish, they’ve kissed and made out before and maybe fooled around a few times with hands and fingers but that’s about it. This takes place after the last installment of AYHTDIFIL obviously, but its not too too far into the future. Anyways, enjoy!*

I knocked on the door to Gwil's apartment semi-nervously. Coming over always felt a little weird at the beginning of a relationship. I fiddled with my rings for a second before the door swung open to reveal Joe, dressed in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Ella!" He greeted, smiling around his toothbrush while he opened the door wider so I could step inside.

"Always nice to see you, Joe."

He just grinned at me before continuing to brush his teeth then and there while I looked around the apartment awkwardly. 

"So... where's Gwilym?" I asked quietly, rocking back and forth on my feet.

"Oh!" Joe laughed and smacked the side of his head, briefly taking the toothbrush out of his mouth. "Yeah, of course, he just went down to grab coffee and breakfast, he'll be back soon," Joe explained easily. He started walking back toward his room before pausing, hanging on the doorway. "Oh, you can just... wait in his room or whatever until he comes back."

I nodded thankfully and quickly made my way past him and into Gwil's room, closing the door behind me. As soon as I entered his space I immediately felt more at ease. Surrounded by his scent, the gentle light coming through his curtain-covered window, and looking at all his previous play flyers covering his wall. I smiled and took off my jacket, hanging it over his desk chair before jumping and landing on his bed with a bounce. I held my phone above my face and sent a quick text to Gwil.

Hey bub :) just layin on your bed waiting whenever you get back

I watched the three bubbles move for a few seconds before smiling widely at his response.

On my way back love. And bringing you a treat :)

I gave a subdued squeal as I sat up on the edge of the bed and slipped off my boots, moving back on his bed to lean against the wall and carefully laying my skirt over my thighs. I tried to keep my mind occupied, scrolling through Instagram until a light knock came at the door.

"Knock knock," Gwil grinned. He came in with a drink tray holding two paper cups on one side and a paper bag balanced on the other side.

"You didn't have to knock you, dork, it's your room," I laughed, holding the tray while I waited for him to get settled on the bed. 

"Just wanted to make sure you were, you know, decent," he teased, leaning his shoulder into mine with a small laugh. His thigh pressed to mine tightly and I had to force myself not to shift even closer to him on instinct. "Here you are," he said, handing me the paper bag while I handed him the cup labeled "Gillem" with a laugh.

I carefully held my warm cup between my knees while I unrolled the top of the paper bag, opening it and smiling widely up at Gwil at the contents of it. "You're so sweet."

Gwil waved his hand dismissively, smiling through a long sip of his coffee while I pulled out the small carton of brightly colored macarons.

"We finally worked out a deal with the owner of the bakery down the street and she dropped off a whole box this morning," Gwil explained with a content smile, watching me take a bite out of what I quickly recognized as a strawberry flavored one. 

I licked my lip and looked at him, my eyes near rolling back at the amazing taste while a small moan came from the back of my throat. "Jesus, this is so fucking good."

Gwil just laughed lightly again, his smile not quite reaching his eyes this time though. Something darker flashed across his face for a second and I couldn't help my thighs from shifting restlessly at the look on his face. I slowly lifted the macaron to his lips, my eyes lingering on his mouth as he took a bite out of the dessert. A shiver worked down my spine as I ate the last bite of the macaron and a deep groan vibrated out of his chest. "That is good," he hummed, voice slightly deeper than before. 

With a slight hesitation, I carefully took both of our cups and the pastry bag and set them on the floor next to the bed before moving on my knees until I was straddling Gwil's legs, resting comfortably in his lap with his hands on the outside of my knees and my hands resting on his shoulders.

"Well hello," he said quietly, smirking with his head tipped back and eyes slightly hooded.

I slowly inched closer, my skirt hiking up on my thighs slightly and Gwil's fingers slowly following the fabric upwards. My eyes turned down to stare at his lips, full and pink and warm and close. So fucking close. I flicked my eyes up to his briefly before leaning in and lightly pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling back but keeping close enough that I could still feel his breath across my face. I opened my mouth in mild surprise as Gwil's hands made their way up my thighs to softly rest over my butt.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly, eyes watching me carefully while he grasped at me, pulling my hips even closer to him.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat when I realized I could feel how hard he was beneath me. 

I held eye contact as I moved my hands up over his shoulders to hold onto the back of his neck, tilting his head back slightly while my hips pressed firmly down over his erection. I reveled in his soft exhale and the fluttering of his eyelids at the contact.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed, his hands moving to hold tightly to my hips while I leaned forward so my chest laid against his, our mouths mere millimeters from each other. My breathing picked up quickly, the rough friction against my clit sending my hips stuttering faster and harder against his.

"F-fuck," I breathed, pressing a sloppy kiss to Gwil's lips, which he eagerly returned. "Gwil, oh my god."

He groaned in response, capturing my lips again. "Love when you s-say my name like that," he mumbled, stuttering as he shifted his hips up to meet mine.

I smiled, moving my palms to rest on his chest and leaning back slightly before roughly dragging my clit over the front of his pants again and again. "Gwil, holy fuck," I moaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut of their own accord.

Gwil groaned deeply, wrapping one hand behind the back of my neck and pulling me in for a desperate kiss. "Such a little tease," he growled in between kisses. I just moaned into his mouth softly, feeling the heat in my stomach getting more and more insatiable. 

Gwil was rutting his hips up into mine just perfectly, both of us trying to keep quiet while his arms wrapped around my back tightly and mine wrapped around his neck. I couldn't help the moan that escaped when his hand slowly reached up and his fist closed on my hair, pulling slightly.

"Please, fuck," I moaned, letting him pull my hair until my head tilted back and my neck was exposed. 

He started sucking and kissing his way over my neck, slowly moving my bra strap aside while he worked over my collarbone and shoulder. My fingers ran through his hair, grasping at the short strands and pulling slightly, moaning again when he mirrored the pull in my own hair. 

"You don't wanna play that game, love, I'll win," he growled against my shoulder, tugging on my hair again sharply and making my hips jerk forward over his clothed cock again.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

"Hey! Gwil! Have you asked her yet?" Came Joe's voice from the other side of the door.

We both froze, my eyes wide while Gwil just shook his head and laughed, his forehead dropping to rest against my shoulder and his hand in my hair dropping to lay against my back lightly. 

"Not yet mate! But thanks for ruining the surprise!" Gwil yelled back.

"Ah, shit. Sorry! I- sorry!" Joe said awkwardly.

We both waited to hear his footsteps fade away before I pulled back and held the sides of Gwil's face affectionately. "What was the surprise again?" I grinned.

"Well, I was supposed to ask you while you enjoyed the macarons but we got a little... distracted," he explained, laughing and scratching the back of his neck for a second. Finally, he looked up at me again, tucking some hair behind my ear. "Joe, Ben, and I have been planning a road trip to a beach house on the coast for spring break, and well we... we wanted to ask Michaela, Sarah, and of course, you, if you'd like to come with us for it?"

My voice caught in my throat. An entire week... with Gwil and the boys and my best friends... on a road trip and then staying at a beach house…

"Of course! Holy shit, yeah! Oh my god!" I said excitedly, pecking Gwil's lips several times in excitement and thanks.

He laughed against my lips and I could feel the vibration in his chest against mine. “Wonderful. Amazing. I'm glad,” he grinned, speaking in between each kiss. Finally, the hand on my back rose up to the back of my neck, holding me against him and lengthening our kiss.

I hummed, holding the sides of his face softly before slowly trailing my fingers down to feel over his chest again, ending over his ribs and lightly drawing patterns over his shirt.

Suddenly he laughed and pulled back, a shy smile on his face. “I'm ticklish,” he laughed.

I grinned at him, holding eye contact while I ran my fingers over the same spot and laughing when his back jumped off the walk and his hands grabbed my hips tightly.

He just kissed me again before shaking his head, still grinning even though he was pretending to be annoyed. “You know if I'd have known how much of a tease you were going to be-”

“You’d what?” I interrupted. My easy smile turning into a smirk while I shifted my hips over his again lightly, bringing my face back closer to his. “What would you have done to me, Gwilym?”

He gave a slow exhale, his hands rubbing over my hips softly before gripping tightly and dragging me over his pants again, watching my breath hitch and my eyelids flutter. “Well, I'd have let you know who’s in charge, that's for sure.”

Even as I knew the implication of what he was saying I couldn't help but laugh a little. However, it died in my throat as he dragged my clit over his hard cock again, turning into a small whine while I sucked a hickey over the spot where his shoulder and neck joined. My hips stuttered again when slowly, Gwil's hand moved so his fingers were practically under my ass, pressing my skirt up with the tips of his fingers dangerously close to my covered cunt.

“Fuck, Gwil,” I breathed. I was torn between moving my hips forward so my clit ran over his pants, and moving my hips backward because just the feeling of him so close to touching me where I needed was getting me closer and closer to the edge.

“You're alright, love, I've got you,” he encouraged quietly, testing my reaction as his hands moved under my skirt to hold my lace panty covered butt, fingers running over my clothed entrance. “Christ you're wet,” he breathed out, hips jumping up against mine and making me moan again.

“Are you close at all?” I asked quietly before reattaching my lips to his neck, determined to leave marks.

Gwil groaned against me and nodded, his grip shifting on my ass and holding tighter, the sides of his fingers running over my core again.

I clenched at nothing, my grip on his shoulders tightening while my knees pressed in on either side of his hips, familiar heat building in my body. I forced myself to hold it off, determined to get him to finish. I lifted my head back up from his neck and held my mouth just above his, our breaths mingling and heated. “Fuck, Gwil, look so nice all marked up.” He groaned and closed his eyes for a second, his eyebrows drawing together beautifully.

I couldn't help but stare at him while he got closer and closer to the edge, his moans and his facial expressions alone pulling me nearer to my own orgasm. At some point, my phone had started buzzing but we both ignored it, too preoccupied with each other and the need to cum. I reached to my side and grabbed his forearm tightly, moving on of his hands from my butt back to the back of my head to hold onto my hair tightly before leaning forward until my lips were right next to his ear.

“Jesus fucking christ, Gwil, cum with me,” I moaned, my own orgasm dangerously close to cresting. 

He came with a deep drawn-out groan, his hand tightening in my hair, fingers pressing harshly over my cunt while his hips jerked up into mine over and over, triggering my own orgasm. I moaned brokenly into his ear while he moved his lips to suck over my neck harshly. Slowly, we both moved our hands to be wrapped tightly around each other.

For a while we just stayed like that, arms pressing over backs lightly while we caught our breath. He started drawing patterns over my lower back and I kissed his neck lightly in response, practically falling asleep on him. Then my phone was buzzing again. We both paused before exhaling slight laughs before he grabbed my phone and handed it to me.

I didn't even check who it was before answering, lazily laying the phone over my ear while my eyes remained closed and Gwil continued to draw light patterns over my skin. “Yeah, hello?” I greeted tiredly.

“Hey, where are you? I thought we were going to go out for a girls' night tonight?” came Sarah's voice. 

“Yeah! You literally had this marked on the calendar, Elle,” Mic commented with a laugh, her voice quiet from being further away from Sarah's phone.

“Yeah, yeah sorry, I'm with Gwil,” I explained, trying to get my brain to wake up. I grinned as I remembered the news he'd given me to spill to them, preparing for screaming. “Have, uh, have either Ben or Joe mentioned anything about a beach house to you guys?”

Sarah and Mic both screeched from the other side. “So he finally asked you! I didn't wanna spoil it but I'm so fucking excited!” Sarah said quickly.

“Actually, Mic, your boyfriend spoiled the surprise,” I laughed, Gwil joining me after a second.

“I'm really… I'm not that surprised actually,” Michaela laughed.

“Are you guys napping or something? You sound exhausted,” Sarah asked, Michaela humming in agreement.

My cheeks heated at the thought of telling them what we had just… finished doing. “Or something,” I answered vaguely.

There was a beat of silence.

“Oh bitch,” Michaela commented, surprised.

“Fuck, get that dick, Ella,” Sarah praised with a laugh.

I prayed Gwil couldn't hear her.

“I'll- I'll explain more when I get home, we're… tired. Girls night will just get pushed back like an hour or two, we're probably going to take a nap.”

“That's so fucking cute,” Mic commented.

“Okay, we'll see you later, try not to get pregnant!” Sarah advised with a laugh.

“Oh fuck off,” I grinned before we said our goodbyes and hung up, tossing my phone back onto Gwil's bed again and snuggling further into his warmth.

I groaned a bit when I moved, my thighs and hips starting to cramp. “Gwil?” I said quietly, unsure if he was even still awake.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Can we lay down? My hips are starting to hurt,” I asked.

I felt him nod against me before slowly releasing his arms from around me and letting me move off him before we both started stretching out our limbs.

“I gotta… can I use your bathroom?” I asked awkwardly, feeling my own soaked underwear turning quickly uncomfortable.

Gwil nodded tiredly before moving himself and a blush crept up his neck. “Yeah, I should probably change anyways too. Do you… do you want to borrow some clothes? We can just lay down and take a nap for a bit and this way you don't have to sleep in a skirt,” he offered.

I nodded and stood, grimacing slightly at the tightness in my thigh muscles and watching as he stood, walking over to his drawers and grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before handing them to me.

I smiled and went to go into his bathroom before pausing, fisting the front of his shirt again and pulling him down for another slow kiss. “Alright, I'll be right back.”

He just shook his head and laughed lightly, watching me close his bathroom door before turning to grab things for himself to change into.

When I came back out I set my clothes---my now ruined panties wrapped in my skirt---on his desk before grabbing another macaron from the pastry bag on the floor and popping it into my mouth.

Gwil laughed from where he was laying on his bed before opening his arms to me invitingly. 

We fell asleep for almost an hour, my head on his chest and arm around his waist, his hand softly rubbing over my shoulder, one of my legs thrown over one of his, and just completely comfortable together.

Finally, we woke up and it was sadly time I had to go. We were both reluctant to get up and leave each other's embrace but after almost 20 minutes of procrastinating it we both sat up and I stood on wobbly, tired, tight-muscled legs.

“You can just borrow that stuff love, I won't make you change back into wet panties,” Gwil grinned cockily, eyes still squinty and tired and somehow adding to his good looks.

I shoved his shoulder with a laugh, pulling on my boots again, grabbing my bundle of clothes, and leaning down to take my forgotten hot cocoa and the leftover macarons with me with a shy smile.

I just about whined when he opened his bedroom door again, feeling like I was exiting a wonderful dream to go back to reality. 

He walked with me all the way down the stairs and to my car in the parking garage next to the apartment, both of us ignoring Ben and Joe's stares from the living room couch on our way out. Then it was like getting up from the nap all over again when I was sitting in my car. I was just looking up at him while he leaned over me, arms resting on my roof. We were just smiling, staring at each other and enjoying the silence for a little while longer before I got another text from Mic asking when I was getting back.

Gwil slowly leaned down and kissed me one last time, slowly. Hotly. “Drive safe, Ella,” he grinned lazily, seeming to know what his kiss alone was doing to me in terms of resolve for leaving. Before I could change my mind he was closing my door for me, shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets and watching while I tried to start my car and keep my composure. 

I forced myself to drive off, quickly making it back to my dorm and practically running into our room to share everything that happened with Michaela and Sarah. I slammed the front door behind me and waited for a few seconds as they both exited their rooms and grinned at me.

- - -

“So you didn't fuck?” Sarah asked after I finally explained everything that happened in detail.

I shook my head.

“Well, at least you both came,” Michaela laughed. 

I shoved her shoulder gently despite joining in.

“And at least we all know we're going now,” Sarah grinned. “Ben kept telling Gwil he needed to grow a pair and just ask you.”

“He's just a little anxious,” I said protectively, the memories of the day replaying in my head.

“Well now that we're all going, you know we have to go out and get new bathing suits right? Gotta show off our… assets,” Sarah joked, poking a finger at my butt teasingly.

I swatted at her hand with a laugh.

Spring break was going to be fucking awesome.

[borhap-au]

Struggling with your weight. Bf!Gwil.

weight was always one of your biggest issues 

you had many insecurities about the way your body looked 

therefore, you didn’t want to show it to anyone, not even your boyfriend

you were together for quite a while 

Gwil knew you were a virgin and respected your decision to wait

never pushed you to anything, never suggested rushing things

patiently waited until you’re ready

but in all honesty, you weren’t sure if you will ever be ready

you looked at your body every day and hated it more

especially for the fact the way you’ve seen yourself didn’t let you get close to your boyfriend

it wasn’t like you didn’t think about it

every day your mind was divided between wanting to be close to Gwil and thinking he will find you disgusting 

to stop him from suspecting anything, you didn’t spare him blowies 

and it wasn’t like he didn’t like them - he loved them

but he wasn’t with you for the sex, he was with you because he loved you, and he wanted to show you his affection, and be close to you

one day he decided to finally ask

honey? can I ask you a question?

“of course” you nodded

is there a reason why you won’t let me touch you?

you froze 

cause it’s all fine as long as you have your hands on me, but the minute I try to pet your body, you move back

“you know I’m not ready”

I know. and I respect that, I really do. it’s just that you give the most passionate handjobs and bjs and won’t let me even kiss your cleavage 

you sighed. at this point you knew he knew

“my body...” you muttered quietly

what about it?

“it’s... not how I would like it to be”

I don’t know what you see, babygirl he said, bringing you close to him as you sat on his legs, but all I see is perfection

you rolled your eyes

don’t believe me if you don’t want to, it’s your choice. but let me explain what I see, okay?

you nodded, but didn’t look him in the eyes

what I see, is a beautiful young girl with a great future in front of her

I see smart, ambitious woman, who will accomplish all she dreamt of

I see funny, easy-going girl, incredibly charming too

you won me over with one smile

first thing I see when I look at you, are your eyes

they capture my attention, because they show how much intelligence hides behind them 

and that colour, it’s so rare, I’ve never seen eyes like that

your hair, I told you I love girls with such hair, but you wear them so nice, you look better than anyone else

I love your height, it’s just the cutest

and I love how you look in a dress, even if you don’t wear them often

I know you hide under clothes and make up, but really, girly, there’s no need

I already fancy you as hell, I think you’re gorgeous

you think that what you see - too little there, too much in some other place - you really think that would make me stop loving you?

I fell for your charisma, your loving heart

your passion about things you love

even if I have no idea what you’re talking about, because I haven’t seen the movie or anything, I still love listening to you, cause your happiness makes me feel happy too

you love me so good, you make me feel happy 

I want to give you the same 

in every sphere

and I really do understand that you need time. I do

you still have as much time as you need

but if what’s your issue is your body image... please, don’t worry about me

I really love you for being you 

I love your body, I love kissing it, hugging it, and I will love loving it, when you allow me 

you are perfect, not only your body, but your mind. everything

I love you, babygirl

you took a deep breath

“I love you too, Gwil. I really do” you muttered hugging him tightly 

“you have no idea how much your words mean to me”

you mean everything to me, so maybe that’s why 

he smiled and you kissed him softly

[innuendostyles]

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF YOU AND PROF!GWILYM?!?!?!?! Please

if you’ve stayed at gwilym’s house the night before and you both have a free day today, you best bet your ass that he’s gonna wake you up with breakfast in bed. waffles, pancakes, fruit, porridge, literally anything he can whip up ... he’s always awake before you, so if he can’t be bothered making breakfast after your .... busy night, he’ll switch his tv on and find the music channel or connect his phone to his speakers and play his playlist, just so you can wake up in a good mood (yeah he’s that extra).

after you’re both fully awake, he’ll usually somehow persuade you into some blissful morning sex. it’s all breathy and lovey, not very loud or fast, just soft and slow. the eye contact? CONSTANT. he’s looking straight into your eyes and you’re looking back at him and you both feel like you’ve never been this in love before 🥺

gwil somehow convinces you that baking would be fun so y’all spend 2 hours making a cake, he obviously sends pictures to his mama which is followed by 20 missed calls cause she wants to know who he made the cake with !!! you’ll put on your playlist and dance around for a while with gwilym, no cares in the world about how stupid you look, cause the look gwilym is giving you right now is making you feel like you’re on top of the fucking world. gwilym most definitely pulls out the polaroid and takes so many pictures that you have to order some more printing sheets for it cause he just printed 20 in 10 minutes and they’re all of you 🥺 he’s literally like “no y/n i will NOT stop” ( SEEK THESE TWO BLURBS BY MISS ELLIE @almightygwil PART 1  /   PART 2) he just loves how domestic you look and like, wow, he really fucking loves you !!! (p.s the playlist y’all made is a collaborative one that you both contribute to daily !! he’s always sending you reccommendations and then telling you he put them on “The Playlist”, which he listens to it way more than he admits to - the other professors hear him humming the familiar tune of a classic 80s love song all the time).

a little later in the day you decide that actually you should get some work done, so he plays his relaxing playlist and clears up all the mess you made from baking in the kitchen while you get on with your work. gwilym leaves you in complete solitude while you’re working so when you’re done he’s all never leave me again please !!!! and you’re like gwilym my love i was in the next room for like 30 minutes ???

you’d probably watch a film or catch up on some crime-thriller gwilym started watching, not really paying attention cause the sound of gwilym’s heart beating in a steady rhythm is much more important at this moment. and he can see your fingertips on his chest tapping at the same rate as his heart is beating and he looks down at you and just wants to burst with love cause he cannot believe how much you mean to him. you look up at his face and he looks like a lovesick puppy and you just have to burst into giggles because this is so crazy and you’re dating your professor but it doesn’t feel wrong !!! gwilym can sleep through absolutely anything so when you look up and find him asleep you're like oh okay cool i’ll sleep as well and you both wake up at like 1am and decide to actually go to bed so you can get a decent nights sleep

but,,,, if you and gwilym have class tomorrow, its a completely different story. gwilym still makes you breakfast but it’s much less romantic when he has to practically shout your name to wake you up, even though he knows you’re already awake, you’re just doing this to be annoying (he secretly loves it) you’ll be getting dressed or brushing through your hair and you turn around and see gwilym just BEAMING at you because guess what !!! he fucking loves you !!!

you have to take a bus to uni and sometimes gwilym just really fucking wants to take you with him in his car but that’s never gonna happen :( he just feels so bad when it’s raining and he knows you’ve been waiting 10 minutes at the bus stop, he texts you and asks you once again if you wanna come in the car with him and you feel so bad declining but it’s way too fucking risky for you both🥺

usually you both end up at uni at the same time and being in his class is just the best thing in the world. if he’s reading something that’s really soft or that reminds him of you he just has the biggest grin on his face and his words get all jumbled when y’all make eye contact.... like he entirely forgets that there are 120 other people in the room and he just shares the warmest smile with you, which you reciprocate of course, and no one seems to notice luckily. when your class is taking notes he’ll sometimes shoot you a message sneakily, “Did you get the last bit? I can explain when we get home if you need x” or just a “You look very confused love x”. it’s so ironic because you always understand what he says, sometimes you just make him explain it at home simply for your own pleasure. when he speaks about what he loves he’s so fucking passionate !!! like he rambles and rambles and it’s so cute you just can’t help but shut him up with a kiss and he realises that you did understand him you just wanted to hear him speak 🥺🥺🥺🥺