#borhap boys smut

[castieltrash1]

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current fandoms: outer range, top gun + maverick, all ryan gosling characters, law and order: svu, supernatural, tolkien, marvel, peaky blinders, game of thrones, the bear, the batman, scream, the lost boys, house of wax, den of thieves, criminal minds

retired fandoms (may return:) harry potter, the vampire diaries/originals, borhap/queen, twilight

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[freddiesaysalright]

Ben Hardy Blurbs/Requests

Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

[racingtowardsaredlight]

Mind My Manners

Author’s Note: Okay so this wasn’t a request, my thirsty ass just thought this up so pls enjoy

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader (FWB), Ben Hardy x Reader (platonic-ish)

Warnings: Smut, swearing, hot dudes

Title Creds: Mind My Manners - Ashnikko 

“It’s Joe isn’t it?” Ben asked, a smirk present on his face while he awaited your answered. “What? No!,” You replied while smacking his arm with his couch pillow, Ben trying to dodge you as best as he could without dropping his beer. “Joe was a one time thing and even if it were to happen again, there is no way I could catch feelings for him. He’s basically my boss Ben!” The blonde just laughed at you, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay okay, but I’m going to figure out what guy you’ve got a thing for and then I’m-”

“I DON’T HAVE A THING FOR ANYONE BEN” you shout, staring at the ceiling and laughing half in frustration, half in actual amusement at your best friend’s attempts. 

“Whatever.” He said, taking a swig out of his beer before turning his head to where he could hear his front door opening.

Looking in the same direction as Ben, you saw Joe slip through the apartment’s entrance. He waved quickly as he shut the door and then moved to place the beer he brought with him into the fridge, pulling one out for himself and using Ben’s counter to pop the top off of it. Taking his place between you and Ben, Joe made himself comfortable and slung an arm over your shoulder. Not being one to resist a Joe cuddle you snuggled closer, ignoring the wiggle of Ben’s eyebrow and enjoying the smell of his aftershave and the cool night air still on him from his walk to Ben’s place. 

“So Joseph were your ears burning?” He asked, earning a glare from you and a confused look from Joe. “Why would my ears be burning, Benji? You talking about my arms again?” Joe winked at Ben while you loudly laughed, leaving Ben to roll his eyes at the both of you. “Oh my God that was one time!” he shouted, covering his hands with his face while the two of you continued to tease him. “Yeah but you talked for a long time and then you asked if you could squeeze them. And then you did. For like half an hour.” You added, Ben arguing about how he did not do that for that long and he was so drunk so it didn’t matter anyways.

“Moving on, Y/N here has a crush on someone and I’m trying to get her to admit that you guys are totally in love with each other.” Ben said bluntly as he changed the subject back to his original topic. You and Joe both gave Ben a “woah” before staring at each other and then back at Ben. Joe was the first to speak, trying his best to break the tension.

“Look what happened between us was not- is not- I don’t- like I’m not-” 

“Joe I’m not into you like that either calm down. Ben is just being an asshole” You said, giving Ben an actual glare as Joe’s cheeks started to lose their redness, sighing in relief as he snuggled you closer to him once again. Ben drank from his bottle again before speaking, “I really am just kidding dude. But she’s trying to tell me there’s no one she’s crushing on and I am not believing it.” 

“Oh who she’s crushing on? It’s Duke for sure. She stares at him all day long during their scenes together which is great considering their characters are in love but usually that stops for other actors when when I call cut. Y/N however just keeps on staring.” Joe said nonchalantly, your cheeks getting red as you gawked at the auburn haired man in front of you. 

It was completely true. When Joe announced that his movie, Undrafted, got the green light for a series on Netflix, you basically begged him to consider you for a part. You loved the movie and had gushed about to Joe on many occasions so of course you were jumping the chance to be in the series. He said yes and ended up casting you as Ty’s girlfriend, where you would have to work alongside Duke Davis Roberts every day. It was great at first and you guys had great chemistry but lately you had been feeling uneasy. You were developing a huge crush on Duke and had tried your best to keep it lowkey but clearly Joe saw right through your efforts. You were left dumbfounded at Joe’s words and had no way to pretend you had no clue what he was saying. 

“What I- how did you- Huh?” You tried to say anything that resembled a question but were failing miserably, an attempt that made Joe chuckle. 

“Oh come on Y/N, I might fuck around on set but I do actually pay attention. Don’t worry though, Duke thinks you’re cute too. I bet you anything he’s waiting till we wrap to ask you out. He’s a gentleman like that.” Joe shrugged, drinking from his bottle while you processed his words. You’d entirely forgotten about Ben until he gave a meek “told you so”, him not realizing that you really did have a crush on anyone, 

After the love life conversations you guys transitioned into some more lighthearted subjects, mostly Ben and Joe talking sports while you poked in with random memes you pulled up on your phone every now and again. The evening started to draw to a close, Ben remarking something about going for a run early in the morning as he stood and walked to his room, giving the both of you a goodnight. Joe checked his phone to see the time; realizing he stayed past his self-given curfew of midnight, Joe asked if he could crash with you in Ben’s guest room. Agreeing with a wink, you both got up and headed for the extra room next door to Ben’s room. You changed into some pajamas while Joe stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, the two of you climbing into the bed and wasting no time in cuddling up to each other. Joe gave your forehead a light kiss, you reciprocating with one just below his ear right on his sweet spot. 

“I seem to remember a similar situation like this except with a lot less clothing.” He quipped while you gave a small chuckle. You hooked your leg over his waist, lifting yourself onto his lap. Placing both hands on his chest, rubbing lightly around his nipples while Joe gave a soft moan you replied, “Wanna do it again?” you asked. Joe sighed out a “yes please”, pulling you down to crash his lips to yours. You made out for a little while before you moved to kiss his jaw, then his neck, eventually making your way to his sweet spot once again, sucking a hickey into it while he moaned louder than he anticipated. You shushed him with a laugh, pointing in the direction of Ben’s room while he nodded.

Flipping the two of you over, Joe ground his hips against yours, a soft moan escaping your lips. It was his turn to mark you, leaving a few hickies from your sweet spot to your collarbone, biting down while thrusting against you. You moaned loudly at his actions, Joe clasping his hands over your mouth while he continued his assault on your neck. Lifting himself up, Joe removed his shirt while you did the same. You hooked your fingers into his boxers, tugging at the material until he sat up further to remove them completely. Reaching your hands down, you grasped his cock in your hand and gave him a few slow pumps. Joe’s head fell back with a groan as you pumped him, his hips thrusting in time with your movements. “Oh fuck right there” he moaned as you focused on his tip, rubbing your thumb just under the head of his dick. 

Not wanting to neglect you, Joe pushed your panties to the side and started to rub your clit, his middle finger teasing at your entrance. You whined as he pushed his finger inside you, crying out as his long finger deftly found your g-spot. He shushed you once more before he sped of his movements, the hand that wasn’t pleasuring you coming up to rest against your mouth again. After a few more moments of both of your movements, you stilled your hand on Joe’s cock and reached down to stop his hand as it worked on you; the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Pulling him in for another kiss, you gasped out “I need you right now”. “Say no more” he said, removing your panties before lining up with your entrance and pushing into you. 

You couldn’t help the load moan that escaped you as Joe pulled himself out and slammed back in, hitting your g-spot right away. He paused his movements as the two of stayed silent, waiting to hear Ben’s footsteps coming to yell at you or hear him shouting from the other room. Hearing nothing at all, Joe slowly started thrusting again, the both of you trying to keep it down, the pleasure almost too much for either of you to control your noises. You were brought back to reality by the sound of your ringtone for Ben. Shit you though he knows and we’re fucked. Stopping Joe’s movements you signaled for him to be quiet while you accepted the call. 

Ben’s heavy breathing greeted you on the other end while you tried to keep yours down. “What’s up?” you asked, remaining as cool as possible. You could hear Ben scoff on the other end of the line, he did know what was up and there was no way he wasn’t going to get something out of this. “My two best friends are fucking right next door to me and are doing very poorly at hiding it.” He stated. “I-I’m sorry we’ll stop. It’s not  -” “No no, don’t stop on my account. But at least give me something to work with.” He said, you’re confusion blocking your words, the only thing coming from your lips was “Huh?”. 

“I said give me something to work with. Either be louder or put me on speaker. I’ve heard enough that I’m insanely hard and I need to get off and this is way hotter than the porn I usually go to.” He breathed out, you finally understanding while Joe sat above you bathed in confusion and sexual frustration while he tried not thrust into you. You gave Ben an okay and clicked your phone to speaker, setting it next to you while you asked Joe if this was okay with him as well. Replying with a moan, you took that as a yes and pulled his lips to yours once again. He kissed you sloppily, tongues fighting for dominance until his won over as he caught you off guard with a moan. Joe’s hips thrust his cock in and out of you at a quick and punishing pace. As he picked up speed, his fingers moved to run at your clit once more. He was close to his orgasm and wanted you to be the first one to cum, mostly because he knew it would make Ben lose his mind if he heard what Joe could do to you.

Speaking of the blonde, Ben’s moans could be heard through the speaker of your phone loud and clear even though they were pretty quiet considering how turned on this was making him. Joe noticed that Ben’s moans increased in tone whenever you would moan out, and they’d get even more prominent when you spoke Joe’s name. Slowing his pace to catch your attention, Joe mouthed to you say his name before returning once more to the pace he had set. You nodded, mouth opening on a moan as Joe continued to hit your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as he hit you incredibly deep, your head thrown back against the pillow as you clawed at Joe’s sides, “Oh fuck Ben you feel so good”

The moan that rang through your phone could be heard from Ben’s room as well, your voice gaining the loudest reaction you’d heard from him yet. Joe’s hips faltered at your words, something about you moaning another man’s name, his best friends name, turning him on even more and threatening to bring him to his conclusion before you.

“God you’re hot” Joe moaned as his pace began to quicken. He was so close and he knew you were too. His fingers on your clit sped up slightly as he leaned down to kiss from your neck to your chest, leaving a few bites on and between your breasts. You were lost in pleasure, panting and moaning as Joe worked his magic on you, your orgasm on the brink of crashing into you. While Joe was doing it all for you, Ben was the one to drive you home. He’d collected himself a little from hearing his name fall from your lips, but he was so overly turned on that he couldn’t last any longer.

Joe managed to hit a spot so deep in you while his fingers just slightly brushed over your clit that you couldn’t help the desperate, loud moan that left you. Ben heard it over the phone, but it was so loud that he was surprised his door didn’t shake at the intensity of it. That did him in. While a whimpered “oh fuck Y/N I’m cumming”, Ben released all over his torso, moans falling from his lips soon replaced with pants of exhaustion. That did you in for good. You cried out, back arching off the bed as you repeatedly spoke both Ben and Joe’s names. Joe was quick to follow you, collapsing onto your tired body as he tried to catch his breath.

A few moments - maybe minutes - later, a tired laugh came through the speaker. “Jesus if I knew that was going to be as hot as it was I would have called you a lot sooner” You laughed at your best friend as Joe did as well. “You’re welcome any time Jonesy” you replied, earning a chuckle from the Brit as you used his nickname. “Gonna have to second that one bud, shit was crazy” Joe said, voice muffled by where his head was buried in the pillow.

���All right I’m going to bed for real this time but uh, wake me up if you fuck buddies need an audience.” The phone beeped as Ben ended the call. You made sure it was plugged in and charging before you rolled on your side; resting your head on Joe’s back, listening to his even breathing as he fell into a deep sleep with you following just moments behind him.

[queenmylovely]

Day 25: Lazy Mornings

pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and heavily implied smut

words: 324

a/n: oh hmmm this isn’t very lazy, but it does happen in the morning!

Last, Full List, Next, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Early Christmas morning you woke up wrapped up in the warm and strong arms of Gwilym. It was deliciously comfortable and you didn’t even want to open your eyes because that would mean that eventually you had to leave.

But Gwil had felt the change in your breath and knew you were awake. He did the terrible job for you and looked at the time.

“It’s 7:15, how are you on time?” he mumbled, softening the news with a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmmmm, I need to be out of my room at 8:15 for breakfast and presents at 8:30. Which means I need to be in the shower by 7:30 so I have time to get ready and wrap presents,” you told him, turning around in his arms and resting your chin on his chest. “So 15 minutes.”

“Why so early?”

“Little nieces and nephews.”

“Ah,” he nodded in understanding. Then he got a bit of a look in his eye, “Do you know, I happen to be a whiz at wrapping presents.”

“Do you?” you asked absently, tapping his chest in a nonsense pattern.

“So if I did that while you showered and got ready, I could save you, what, 15-20 minutes?” Gwil said very nonchalantly, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, just grazing your breasts.

You smiled as you put two and two together, “Then I have 35 minutes for… whatever I want.”

“Much more reasonable,” Gwil agreed, flipping you onto your back.

“You’re truly a godsend,” you giggled, widening your legs and laying down against the pillows.

Gwil grabbed your hips, sliding down and down between your legs, “And can you believe, my motives are completely altruistic?”

“I think I’d believe anything you say right now,” you said breathlessly as you felt his lips on your thighs.

“Perfect,” Gwil said. But he wasn’t looking at your eyes and he wasn’t talking about your words.

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[blueeyedheizer]

hotel room - four/billy (smut)

REQUEST: Billy or frank fake dating?? Maybe fluffy and a bit smutty?? Haha love your stuff💙

A/N: there isn't much fake dating but I tried to keep it fluffy and smutty. Thank you for requesting !

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"One room please." you smiled at the receptionist, feeling Four's hand on your waist pulling you closer. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, you had to fight the startled look on your face as you were forced to make eye contact with the woman in front of you.

"Would you like a single or a double room?"

"Single."

"Double."

Your eyes widened and you gave a discreet yet harsh kick to Four's foot, side-eyeing him with a cold glare.

"We'll take a single room. Thank you." Fortunately, the receptionist only chuckled as she typed on the computer, seemingly not finding your disagreement suspicious.

"Under what name?"

"Jones." you blurted out randomly. The receptionist then reached behind and grabbed a key off the wooden shelf before handing it over to you.

"Here's your key; room 305, second floor. Enjoy your stay!" you both thanked her and made your way to the stairs, Four's hand leaving your waist as soon as you were out of sight.

"Two rooms, are you serious?" you whisper-yelled.

"Hey, we never discussed that!"

"We're supposed to be a married couple, of course we're taking a single room!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you reached your room. Four opened it and cautiously looked around to make sure no one was around before locking the door behind you.

You tossed your bag on the bed and rubbed the heel of your hand against your forehead in frustration. Four watched your reaction and let out an amused scoff.

"She's just the receptionist, Eight, it's not that big of a deal."

With one last glance his way and a tut you fell on the bed, sighing loudly. You were glad it had a decent amount of room for you both.

"We're inside. Room 305" Four spoke through his mic.

"Alright. Two and Three are room 280. I'm going in with Five." One's voice answered on the other side. There was a pause. "Hey, Four?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't have too much fun."

"Oh, fuck off." he mumbled, rolling his eyes before turning the mic off and tossing it on the bedside table. A slight tint of pink began to color his cheeks and he cleared his throat, trying to brush the thoughts that accompanied One's words from his mind.

"This has to be the worst idea One has come up with so far. Who the hell decides to spend a night in a hotel where some crazy psychopath is planning his next attack?!" you complained, rubbing your hand over your face and sighing loudly.

"Are you afraid?" Four asked and you stayed silent for a moment, sighing softly as you turned so that your back was facing him.

"Of course i'm afraid." you admitted. There was no point in denying it. "Who knows what he might do while everyone's asleep?" You felt Four sit on the bed and closed your eyes, dreading the conversation awaiting you. You hated showing your vulnerable side, especially now that you had joined the Underground; there was no room for weakness. But after all you were still human and very much alive, avoiding your fear wasn't the easiest part of the job.

"He's not going to do anything. We're tracking him, we know his every move. One gets an alert every time he leaves his room."

You shrugged in response, pouting as your hands hands slipped under your head on the pillow. You inhaled then exhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves as you still weren't fully convinced.

"Hey, you're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." you turned to lay on your back again and gave him a small smile, mentally apologizing for snapping at him.

"Promise you won't help him murder us in our sleep?" you joked and he let out a laugh, moving to lay down next to you.

"I'll spare your life, promise." he teased. You scrunched your nose at him, feigning a mocking expression before raising your eyes back to the ceiling, smiling. A couple of seconds went by and you felt him tentatively poke a finger into your side, causing you to jump.

"Don't even think about it, Four."

"What? You're ticklish?" he tried again and you slapped his hand away, biting down on your lips to try not to let any giggle out of your mouth.

"Fuck off!"

"You're ticklish."

Without warning he climbed over you, his legs on either side of you and pinning you to the bed as his fingers dug into your sides. You squealed and immediately burst out laughing, tears quickly forming in your eyes as you tried to push his hands away, squirming underneath him.

"Stop!" you shout between laughs as you tried to push him off, punching his chest with both hands. "I can't— breathe!"

"What? Isn't that what happy married couples do?"

"Fuck off! Stop, please!" He laughed at you and his hands eventually stilled, allowing you to catch your breath. But he didn’t move from his position, body hovering yours as he looked down at you with a grin. Your laughter gradually died down, both your smiles fading and cheeks heating up quickly as you suddenly became very aware of the proximity.

Four's eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for a sign that you and him both wanted the same thing. Your gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips and you answered his unspoken question with a gentle nod, giving him your consent. Within the next seconds he leaned forward and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss, letting out a sigh of relief when you lips touched. You leaned up into the kiss, enjoying the feel of your lips moving in sync against each other, your breathing coming out slowly through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

By the time you parted from the kiss you were both panting, foreheads still pressed against one another as you smiled sweetly, a slight blush tinting your cheeks. Then Four leaned down again, kissing you once more before letting his lips move down to your jawline and neck.

You tilted your head back, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth when he nibbled on a particular spot, a soft moan leaving your mouth as your hands tangled in his hair.

"Can I touch you?" Four asked almost shyly, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Your lips tilted up into a smile and you nodded your head, whispering the word "yes". Then you leaned your head up to close the gap between you again, your hands soon leaving his neck to unbutton and unzip your jeans just enough for him to slide his hand down into them.

"Shit..." you moaned out in a whisper, closing your eyes as his hand came in contact with your center, his fingers beginning to rub circles over your clit. Your hands moved behind his neck in response and your hips started to move, seeking more friction as you panted softly against his lips. Four tilted his head down to nip at your ear as he slipped his hand past your underwear and glided two fingers into you, effortlessly angling them just right and pumping them at the perfect pace, drawing a soft gasp out of you. You managed to tug your pants and underwear lower to give him easier access to your body, moaning as he pushed his fingers deeper in response.

It felt euphoric, the pleasure rapidly spreading to every nerve of your body. The coil in your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

"Four, I— fuck." you tried to speak but all you could manage were whimpers and moans as your mind blurred with pleasure, your body tensing up as your right hand came to grip his hair while the other fisted onto the sheets. It didn't take long for you to continuously gasp and moan in the rhythm of his movements, and with a couple more thrust of his fingers you came with a drawn out cry, mouth falling open and head thrown back against the pillow, back arching while your fingers gripped the sheets. Four guided you through it all, whispering words of praise in your ear, kissing down your neck and only removing his fingers once you were completely finished.

You smiled as you calmed down from your high, your hands coming up to rest on his cheeks. Then you pulled him closer to you and reconnected your lips with his for a passionate kiss. His hand that wasn't holding him up above you went down to his belt, undoing it before pulling it off all while never breaking the kiss.

But before this could go any further, you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You cursed under your breath, eyes growing wide in panic as you quickly pushed him off your body to get dressed. Four's expression mirrored your panicked one as he pulled his pants up and fixed his hair, trying his best not to look suspicious in case someone from the team was behind the door.

Then you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself there, running the shower water while Four answered the door.

About a minute later your heard the door close and cracked the bathroom door open, carefully peeping through the small gap before walking out.

"What was it?" you frowned, noticing the blush that was forming on Four's cheeks.

"Someone complained about the noise."

you froze, jaw dropping and gaping at him with wide eyes.

"But I— I..." you paused, unable to find a good combination of words. Then you let out a breath you were holding before speaking again. "...please tell me you're joking."

Four gave you a half amused, half apologetic smile as he shook his head which caused you to curse and hide your face in embarrassment. With a smile, he walked up to you and removed your hands from your face, chuckling before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Do you think they believe in the married couple thing now?"

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

If you are still doing the dialogue prompts could I be super annoying and say that I couldn't decide which ones I liked so I picked out a couple for two different types of fic, I need you to choose for me 😂 12 “Could you ever be happy with me?” 17 “Why are you looking at me like that?” For maybe angsty Billy/Four 20 “Oh, fuck” / 21 “Did you just moan?” 52 “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it” For fluffy friends to lovers with Ben?

I couldn’t decide so I’m doing both. the other one has been already been posted here

Prompt list: 55 dialogue prompts

Prompt(s): 12. “Could you ever be happy with me?”, 17. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Pairing(s): Billy/Four x GN!reader

Warnings: ANGST, mention/implied smut so 18+, fluffyish ending? maybe?, poor writing skills, poorly proofread and poor editing

Word count: 1.5k (I think this is the longest fic I've ever written?)

You had joined the team nearly a year ago and you’d been having the time of your life- or afterlife- ever since. You loved the team, Three made you laugh, two trained you in the gym, five and Seven were like siblings to you, One was like your grumpy yet funny uncle and Four… Four and you had a bit of a complicated relationship. He always seemed a bit distant, you’d see him laughing or chatting animatedly with some of the others and when you’d walk into the room he’d shut down or blatantly ignore you.

You two did have some good times, more than once you’d found him in the kitchen in the middle of the night with a beer and a snack (which incidentally was why you were there as well) and you guys would joke, laugh, tease and just generally have a grand time and then you’d end up bent over the kitchen counter while he slammed into you or with one of you on your knees making the other see stars. but the next day he’d be harsh, dismissive, or in full avoidance mode. You didn't expect him to be different or gentler with you as the sex was never romantic, it was always rough (and mindblowing), you didn't expect a fucking proposal or anything but his hostility irritated you, it made you so angry, but mostly, it just made you so fucking sad and you weren’t quite sure why.

You had no reason to be sad, you had no reason to be hurt by his actions you told yourself repeatedly but... he was so charming and funny and endearing, and that first kiss… you swore it started soft and sweet before it turned rough and sloppy but maybe you just imagined it. Maybe you just wanted to believe he was able to be soft and vulnerable. Either way, you had no reason to be sad so why was there a lump in your throat every time you thought about him?

So you would push down the sadness and act on your anger. You would avoid him harder than he was avoiding you, you would shoot him quick dirty looks and glares when you had to be in a room together and you’d work out harder than you usually did until you’d ultimately end up, once again cuming around his dick while he said the filthiest things in your ear. After the most recent night in the kitchen and Four hadn’t avoided you he just glared and pretend you weren’t there which was almost worse.

Now you were in the gym, beating the shit out of a punching bag, brows furrowed as you fumed about Four. you’d been there what must’ve been about an hour when the door opened and Four walked in. He froze for a moment in the doorway when he saw you, then continued to the other side of the room where he set his things down and wrapped his hands. Then he walked over to the bag next to yours and started punching. This made you angrier. You started punching and kicking the bag harder and harder until you exploded

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you yelled at him “genuinely what the fuck is wrong with you? Your distant, you’re nice, you fuck me, you hate me, you fuck me, you hate me, we get along, we fuck, you hate me! It’s the same fucking thing over and over again! And it’s fucking exhausting!”

Four had at this point, stopped boxing and was staring at you with a look you couldn't place.

“I don't know if you’re worried I’ll get attached if you’re nice to me after we fuck” you were no longer yelling but your voice was still harsh “or maybe you genuinely hate me and you’re only pretending to be nice to me so you can get laid” but even as you said it you knew that wasn’t the truth, you knew he was better than that “and after you’ve gotten what you wanted you can’t pretend any more but... this shit is exhausting” you tone had shifted again. The shouting had turned to a general accusatory harshness which had turned to a quiet voice cracked with emotion. “...I’m just so tired” and with that you turned and left, leaving the few things you’d brought down with you as Four just stood there, frozen.

You made your way to your room and took a shower, all the while willing yourself not to cry because, as you told yourself, you were angry, not sad. So there’s no reason to cry… right? After your shower, you immediately got into bed, wet hair and all, where you just stared numbly until you dozed off.

You were woken a few hours later, by the sound of your door being opened. You rubbed your eyes and sat up to see four standing in your doorway, his figure lightly illuminated by the lights in the hall.

“What do you want?” you asked wearily

He opened his mouth a few times as tho trying to figure out what to say but nothing came out.

You were watching closely trying to read his expression but you count even begin to know what he was thinking or feeling.

“Four?” you pushed

Still nothing.

“Billy?” you prodded quietly “what are you doing here?”

He said nothing. He just looked at you with such intensity but you still couldn't put your finger on what was going on in his head.

“Billy, Why are you looking at me like that?”

A a long beat of silence and then:

“Could you ever be happy with me?”

“What? I-” but you stopped at the look on his face. It had shifted ever so slightly and now it was as if you could read every thought and every emotion and it made the numbness you had forced yourself to feel fade away. It made you want to cry. You’d never seen him look this vulnerable. His eyes were wide and sad and scared, his lips were trembling slightly and his body language was hunched and fidgety. Memories of your first kiss, of the laughter and bonding you’d experienced with him all those nights in the kitchen, of the sex, swirled in your brain as you sat in your bed then, You stood, reached out, took his hand in yours and pulled him to you, engulfing him in a tight embrace. He was stiff in your arms unsure of what to do but desperate to give in and melt into your touch.

“Of course I could be. I would be” you said softly your lips just barely brushing his skin as you spoke and Billy finally gave in. His arms clutched you closer and you could feel him let out a big breath that neither of you had noticed he was holding.

“Then why aren’t we together?” he whispered into your shoulder, his voice cracking slightly “why did I push you away?”

That knocked the wind out of you. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Why did he sound so broken? Why did that question shatter your heart into a million little pieces? A tear finally slipped down your cheek.

“I-” you started “I don't know”

Billy pulled his face from your neck and looked into your eyes. One of his hands shifted to cradle your head and after a moment of silence he asked “can I kiss you?” he’d said it so quietly you could barely hear it. It was as tho he didn't want you to, as though he feared you’d say no or laugh in his face if you heard him. But you just nodded

His head dipped to meet yours in what was the most melancholy kiss either of you had ever experienced. Your arms shifted around his neck and his hands drifted to your waist as the kiss deepened. Both you and he were lost in each other, from the minute your lips met. When you broke apart his forehead rested on yours and you both just stood there in silence, both afraid to ruin the moment and neither sure of what to say or do next. This was completely uncharted territory for you both. After a while, you gave him a quick sweet kiss, pulled out of his arms, climbed back into bed, and looked at him expectantly.

“Well?” you asked

“Well… what?”

“You coming?”

“what?” he was so unsure of himself within this moment that nothing was making sense.

You rolled your eyed at his cluelessness and reached out to him with grabby hands

“Oh.. yeah” he climbed into bed with you and You both fidgeted and shifted until you were comfortable in each others arms.

After a few minutes of silence, you said “Billy?”

He hummed in response

“If you ever treat me like that, if you ever hurt me like that again, I’m gone”

He placed a kiss on your forehead and said “as you should be”

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[xtrashmammalstefx]

March of the Black Queen (A Borhap Boys SMUT)

Part 18 of The Queen Repertoire Series

WARNINGS: PURE FILTH! LANGUAGE, SMUT, THE WHOLE SHEBANG!

Notes: I am so going to hell for this, but if you're reading this then so are you so...see you there!

I swear this life is a fucking curse!

I’ve always had my fair share of bad luck but this was ridiculous on so many levels. My so-called boyfriend of five months decided it would be just great to rail the shit out of our neighbor in our bed. Motherfucker never even told me he was GAY! I packed my things as he sobbed and said he was ‘sorry’ and explained how he’d been trapped in the closet his whole life (asshole parents). I told him I would forgive him in time, but for now, I needed a few days to get over the sting of it all. I left our apartment and drove to my best friend's place.

I’ve known Joe forever and he always knew what to do to get me out of a funk. He was basically a happy virus that infected every part of me.

He answered the door and his face when from having a sunshiny smile to a very irate look. “What the fuck did he do?”

“More like who the fuck did he do,” I said entering his apartment and explaining as best I could what had gone down without outing my ex (not exactly my sexuality to reveal after all). “Do I even need to ask if I can crash here until I find my own place?”

“You can stay here forever if you want,” he said embracing me. Joe gives the best hugs on the planet, and fuck anyone who disagrees with that. “The guestroom is all yours, go unpack while I call in the cavalry.”

“Seriously?” I arched an eyebrow at him.

“They care about you too, you know,” he said. I rolled my eyes and left to unpack. Sometime later multiple voices filled the air. The Borhap Cavalry had rolled in. I put on a happy face and made my way to the living room. I’d barely entered when a body slammed into me.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL HIM I SWEAR!” Rami said crushing me in his arms.

“Relax, my King,” I said. “It was an inevitable thing...nothing for you to lose your shit over.”

He stepped back still not convinced. “But—.”

“But nada, my King,” I said. “A pure-warmhearted Pharaoh such as yourself doesn’t belong in prison anyway.”

He sighed but nodded before taking his place on the sofa. On the coffee table were a couple of pizzas and beer to wash them down. I sighed.

“You guys are too good to me,” I said going in for a slice of (Y/F/P). We ate in silence for a while, each of the guys comforting me every now and then. Once we were done eating though...things got a lot louder.

“Truth or Dare, right now, who’s in?!” Joe asked, shouting slightly (he was a bit drunk so…). The guys shrugged.

“Eh, what the hell,” I said.

“Y/N/N TRUTH OR DARE?!” he asked excitedly.

“Um, I dunno, dare I guess,” I said. “You know to break the ice.”

Joe got an evil smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked.

“I dare you to play the Game,” I damn near choked on my beer.

“YOU FUCKER!” I snapped at him.

“What’s the Game?” Gwilym asked.

Joe laughed.

“It’s a stupid thing we did back in college,” I said turning to Joe. “A thing you promised never to speak of!”

“Oh, come on,” Joe said. “You gotta admit, this is exactly what you need right now.”

I groaned. “I hate you so much right now.”

He took out his phone. “Your time starts now.”

“What exactly does she have to do?” Ben asked.

“You’ll see,” Joe smirked earning a middle finger from me.

A couple minutes later Ben excused himself to use the little boy's room. I groaned under my breath. Too easy…

Round 1- Ben:

I excused myself a moment later, claiming to need something from my room. I stopped in front of the bathroom and knocked slightly. “Ben?”

“Yeah?” he answered through the door. I could hear his full stream going but...the opportunity was too perfect.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

“Um...just give me a moment,” I could hear him flush and then the sink turned on. I was nervous but did what I had to to be ready. I thought of him...of his strong hands and his length. I was suddenly very grateful that I had changed out of my cut-off shorts and into my pajama shorts. I shoved my hand in and began rubbing circles around myself. I let out a small whimper and I almost didn’t hear the doorknob turn. The door opened and Ben stood there, mouth agape as he stared at my hand. I quickly pulled it out. “Uh...did..uh...do you need something?”

“No,” I said. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to play a game,”

He looked at me confused so I stepped up and brought my lips to his. My kiss stunned him but not as much as my touch did. I reached down and rubbed at his length through his jeans.

He pulled back gasping. “Are you bloody serious right now?”

I nodded and brought my lips to the skin of his neck. “Come on, Ben...play with me,” I whispered wrapping my arms around him. He cursed and picked me up. He placed me on the sink and slammed the door shut. I yanked my shirt off and hopped down to rid myself of my shorts and panties. I hopped back up as Ben started to do the same. Once he was free of his pants he tugged on himself and stepped closer to me. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands pecking him on his lips. He kissed me back before pushing in. I bit back a moan as Ben let out a grunt.

“You feel so fucking good, love,” he muttered as he started to move. To say he knew what to do to get me to scream and writhe would be an understatement. He thrust into me as though for him it had been quite a while since he last had mind-blowing, toe-curling sex.

“Mm, fuck...I really did need this,” I moaned holding onto him as he slammed into me hitting my sweet spot. “FUCK! Ben! Right there, right there!”

Ben smirked. “Only if you moan my name again.”

“Ben,” I moaned as he slammed into me again. “BEN!”

I suddenly felt my body begin to tense up and I knew… ”Fuck Ben...I’m almost there!”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come for me darling,” he pecked me on my lips. “Come on my dick.” He muttered.

Suddenly my body became still and I was screaming his name as I soaked his cock in my juices. Ben continued as I collapsed on the counter. Eventually, his body stiffened and he filled me up with a grunt that melted into a moan.

“You...are...bloody...amazing at that,” he said breathlessly.

“I’m amazing? Ben, I haven’t screamed that loud in years.” I said.

“Well then you’re ex is bloody miserable at sex,” he chuckled. “You deserve to scream like that each and every time you’re fucked, and I’m glad I was able to do it this time.” He reached down and pulled himself out of me. “Who knows...maybe I can do it again one day.”

I chuckled. “Maybe.”

I hopped down and cleaned myself up before getting dressed. We went back to the living room where Joe was smirking at us.

“Consider the Game commenceth,” I said.

“Ben, on a scale of one to ten, how was it?” he asked.

“One-fucking-thousand mate,” he said. Both Rami and Gwilym looked at us confused.

“Don’t worry you two, you’ll have your turn soon enough,” I said smirking at them.

We continued to hang out and when the sun began to set we agreed it was time for a movie. But first Gwil wanted to check in with his girlfriend. He disappeared into the kitchen with his phone.

“Joe do I really..?” I whispered.

“You know the rules babe,” he said.

“But he has a girlfriend,” I argued.

“Yeah,” Joe said. “A girlfriend that’s been giving him a lot of shit lately.”

Round 2- Gwilym:

I sighed decided it was useless to argue with Joe. A moment later I stood up and started towards the kitchen. Gwil was sitting at the dining table while on the phone and it did not look good.

“Darling, I swear I’ll be home by next week,” he said. “I know but...this isn’t exactly a small project you know...and these men are basically family to me I can’t just...Darling..? Darling..? FUCK!” he hung up and threw his phone onto the small dining table.

I stepped in awkwardly. “Hey, uh, is everything okay?”

“She’s threatened to leave me unless I go home tonight,” he said glumly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I sighed.

“Don’t be,” he said. “We’d sort of been crumbling for a while...we’ve been wanting to take the next step and have a baby and all that but...I have work. And it’s not like I’m working a regular nine-to-five I could quit just like that I’m...I’m living my dream.”

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. “It’s gonna be okay Gwil,” I said. “Everything usually works out in the end.”

“Do you think it’ll work out for me?” he asked.

“I know it will,” I muttered pecking him on his scruffy cheek. “Any woman would be damn lucky to be with you,” I said pulling. “Hell, I feel lucky just knowing you.”

He smiled slightly at that. “I wouldn’t say I feel lucky knowing you,” he said. I looked at him slightly confused. “It wouldn’t be enough...I’m blessed to know you.” My lips were on his in an instant. His facial hair tickled me slightly, and I let out a small giggle. Gwil in turned smiled and wrapped his arms around me deepening the kiss. I climbed onto his lap and straddled him.

“God, what the fuck are we doing?” Gwil said before moving to kiss the skin of my neck.

“I dunno but I don’t want it to stop...do you?”

“No,” he said continuing his work on my neck. I started grinding on the bulge growing in his pants. He moaned. I continued moving my hips along the bulge until eventually, Gwil needed more.

He took me off of him and started undoing the button and zipper on his pants. I quickly pulled my shorts and panties down and looked up to see Gwil with his pants and boxers around his ankles and his length in his hand as he stared at me.

“Ready to play?” I muttered damn near purring the words. In response, Gwil wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I hovered for a moment before sliding down onto his length. “HOLY SHIT!” Like the rest of him, his length was long and thick. Gwil hissed at the motion. After a while, I began to move.

Gwil pulled my shirt over my head a little while into it and began massaging my breast. I pulled his shirt off as well as I continued to move up and down his length. Now completely exposed to one another he brought his mouth to my breasts and started playing with my nipple. The feeling made me moan and move faster. Gwil grunted and brought his hands to my hips. He went in deep but not too hard.

You see while Ben was rough and damn near frantic Gwil took care of me. He made sure he wasn’t hurting me and did all he could to give us both a hell of an experience.

He picked me up after what felt like a lifetime of me riding him and laid me on the ground. He continued his caring ways as he thrust into me. I reached down and squeezed his (insanely perfect) fat-bottomed ass. He groaned at that and unintentionally thrust into my sweet spot. I moaned holding on to him.

He moved inside me hitting that same spot over and over again. “Gwil...I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay, darling,” he said. “D-Did you want me to cum on your stomach or..?”

“No,” I said getting closer to reaching my peak. “No, I want you inside me...please do it inside me.”

He looked slightly panicked. “What if I...fuck...what if I put a baby in you?”

I smiled. “Then I guess we’ll have to have a baby together.”

Suddenly a wave splashed over me making me arch my back and causing my toes to curl. I moaned and tightened around Gwil. He continued to thrust eventually letting out a loud moan as he shot his seed inside me. His body trembled as he came down from his high. He pecked me gently on my lips.

We cuddled there for a moment before standing up to get dressed. Gwil grabbed a paper towel and cleaned my cunt showing that his caring in sex didn’t stop at aftercare. I blushed and proceeded to get dressed. “Gwil?”

“Hm?” He looked up at me as he zipped up his pants.

“After the Game, do you think we could ever..?” And that’s when he cupped my face and kissed me. We pulled and were both smiling like idiots.

“I love you,” he muttered. My heart raced and I pecked him before saying…

“I love you too.”

Hand in hand we walked back into the living room having missed a good chunk of the movie.

“Jurassic Park again, really?” I said sitting next to Joe.

“Don’t avoid the subject Y/N/N,” Joe said. “Gwil, how’d it go?”

“About a million out of ten I’d say,” he smiled.

We continued to watch the movie which ended once the sun was fully gone. We agreed on watching one more movie before calling it a night and the temperature dropped to freezing levels (by Southern California standards I mean). I noticed Rami shivering.

Round 3- Rami:

I got up and ran to my room to get my favorite blanket. I grabbed it and went back to the living room sitting down beside Rami. “Here,” I motioned him to get under it.

“Oh, no I’m—.”

“I wasn’t asking, my King,” I said. He sighed and pulled the blanket over himself.

“Thanks,” he said.

For the last movie, we decided on one of my faves (come at me, I dare you!) Breaking Dawn Part 2. At first, it was just another innocent night with me and my boys. Then Rob and Kristen started having rough vampire sex. That plus the music made me relax into Rami.

“Wow, that’s actually kind of...hot,” Rami said.

“You know I’m willing to bet there are a lot of girls out there who imagine themselves like that with Benjamin,” I said. “Your Benjamin, I mean, not...okay probably our Ben too but...you know what I mean.”

“You think?” he looked at me questioningly.

I nodded. “I bet they even touch themselves while they do it too,” I muttered bringing my hand down to his leg. “Bet they even moan his name or even your name.” I started rubbing his length through the fabric of his pants. His eyes grew wide as he gasped.

“What the fuck are you..?”

I smirked up at him. “Time to play...my King.” I undid the button and zipper on his pants and brought my hand to his length which was already semi-hard. I ran my hand up and down his shaft feeling it grow more and more.

“Fuck,” he muttered. I smiled and brought my lips to his jaw. I kissed him softly, trailing up to his ear.

“Did you want to play here or..?”

“Behind the couch,” he said. “I-I don’t want them to see.”

“Yeah, ‘cause we sure as hell can’t hear anything,” Joe joked.

“Fuck off,” Rami said.

“Seriously though, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” Joe said. “You don’t have to be so nervous. ‘Side’s it’ll probably be better than the show those walking glitter bombs are putting on.”

Well, Joe did have a point.

Rami suddenly picked me up and placed me on the floor. “Let’s play, buttercup,” he muttered (in his Snafu accent no less)before pulling my shirt over my head. We stripped each other eagerly before Rami turned me so that I was on my knees. Like Freddie before him, Rami was really blessed in the dick department. As he positioned himself at my entrance (keeping the blanket on us at all times) I questioned for a moment how that would ever fit inside me. He made it work though.

I gasped as he stretched me.

“Huh-How the fuck are you all insanely big?” I asked stunned at how well endowed these four drastically different men were. Joe, Gwil, and Ben just chuckled at that.

The next few minutes were filled with our moans and slapping sounds as Rami thrust into me. I was basically bent over the couch between Joe and Gwil so as Rami took me from behind I could clearly see them with their hands on their lengths. Joe reached down and massaged my breast.

“Joey,” I moaned. “It’s not your turn yet.”

“I know,” he groaned, his other hand moving faster along his cock. “Fuck.”

Meanwhile, Rami reached around me and started rubbing my clit. “Oh fuck…” I moaned.

“That’s right Buttercup,” Rami muttered in my ear. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick.”

My back arched and I tightened around him. “RAAMMIII!!!”

Unlike the others, he pulled out and jerked off onto my back. “FUUCCKK!!” he groaned as he painted my back.

“Hands down the best lay I’ve ever had,” Rami said breathlessly. “Million outta ten for sure.”

Round 4- Joe:

“J-Joey?” I said looking up at him.

“All ready for you Y/N/N,” he said motioning me to get up on the couch with him. Legs shaking I stood up and sank down onto his length. I road him harder than I did Gwil, mainly because it was the final round and lord knows the last was the most important in the Game.

Joe kissed my breast as he held me close.

“Fuck, it’s been so long,” he moaned.

“Not for me,” I smirked. I looked over and Gwil was still jerking himself. Looking around I found that Rami had collapsed on the floor (exhausted) and Ben was watching us with his length in his hand. I turned back to Joe kissed him once and picked up my pace. Joe chuckled.

“Someone’s having a good time,” he teased. I moaned.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said.

“As you wish,” he smirked before flipping me over. He rammed into me pushing me slightly forward so that my mouth was inches above Gwil’s cock. “You wanna suck it?”

I moaned and nodded.

“Go ahead,” Joe said.

I grabbed Gwil’s length and kissed the tip before sliding it into my mouth. Gwil hissed and his fists balled up.

I was getting lost in sucking when I heard Ben ask Joe, “Mate, do you mind?”

“Hang on a second Ben, I’m getting close,” Joe said. Sure enough a moment he threw his head back and slammed into me one last time before bursting inside me. He moaned and shook as he emptied himself. He then pulled out and another length was shoved inside me.

I pulled back from Gwil and looked behind me to see Ben thrusting into me, our skin smacking together.

I was on cloud nine.

Once Ben came for the second time I found myself getting close to bursting. I crawled onto Gwil and slid onto his length.

“I-I’m almost there,” I said riding him.

“Allow me then,” he said grabbing onto my hips and slamming up into me.

“OH FUCK!” He moved fast and hard. “Fuck! Gwil! Yes, yes, yes...right there, right there!”

Tension brewed within me and before I knew it I was tight around his length, soaking him in my juices. I threw my head back and screamed as I came hard. I collapsed on top of him and straddled him as he continued thrusting.

“Fuck! FUCK!” Gwil cursed bursting inside me.

We all collapsed in bliss, the movie long forgotten, and all of us spent beyond belief.

Now I've got a belly full You can be my sugar baby You can be my honey chile, yes

“So does anyone win in this game?” Ben asked.

Joe chuckled. “Y/N/N is...the winner is the person who screams the loudest.”

“I won last time too,” I said. “Thanks to Joe...I dunno if it’s a ginger thing or what but...damn!”

“Pretty sure it’s a Deacon thing,” Joe said.

“Oh yes, it’s definitely a Deacon thing darling,” Rami said in his Freddie accent.

I laughed. “You’re all idiots,” I looked up at Gwil who was currently my pillow. “But I love you.”

He smiled. “We love you too.”

“And we definitely have to play again someday,” Joe added.

“Not sure that’ll be possible with me and Gwil dating and all,” I said.

“Wait wuh?” Joe gawked at us.

“Are you serious?” Ben asked.

Rami just smiled.

Gwil and I laughed and kissed for the final time.

GAME OVER!

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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

[thosequeenboys]

Joe Mazzello Tells You How He Plans to Pleasure You HC

A/N:  Since writing a male version of Joe ‘step-by-step dirty talking’ for my series, Love is Love is Love, I’ve wanted to write a female version. I was motivated of late by recent Joe news and photos (and watching The Pacific-finally!). Bonus: He sings! He dances! He romances!

This fic is dedicated to my dear friend, Kate, aka @warriorteam1924 - my bestie, my confidant, ‘my rhythm and blues,’ sharer of my Joe-lovemaking-aesthetic.  A lovely and talented contributor to the fandom, she is currently on hiatus, but remains in my heart. Tagging some esteemed members, er, wives, of the JM Appreciation Squad, who have provided inspiration as well: @brinteylovesaliens @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @importantpersonllama @spunky-town @johndeaconshands @supernaturalee @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @fairestkillerqueenofall @johndeaconshands @amethyst-serenade @hellysthings @lapofthemusicgods and @hey-holtzy @joemazzhello @marianaletosnape @queensilveryrog @oniriquex @watercolouredreams

Warnings: Some cursing; smut below the cut!

Joe and you are attending your childhood friend’s wedding.

You’re having a great time: tasting the delectable food, sipping the couple’s ‘signature cocktail,�� joking with friends and enjoying festive touches: Couples Bingo and “Spunky Sparks” match box favors with a photo of the couple’s cat.

You touch each other affectionately all night: his long graceful fingers graze your bare arm; your manicured nails outline his scruffy jaw, followed by his kiss into your hand.

While chatting with others, your hand rests on his shoulder and his arm wraps around your waist; he brings you into his long torso, a perfect fit.

The dance floor provides another opportunity for fun and closeness.  You let loose to upbeat tunes (including Don’t Stop Me Now and Another One Bites the Dust!), Motown classics and romantic ballads.

As the evening winds down, Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra plays.

Joe firmly and gracefully leads you to the dance floor after you put down your drinks. He holds you closely as he meanders you both skillfully between other couples, taking you around the entire dance floor.

You feel all eyes upon you and your debonair and hot af boyfriend.

As you move together, he sings softly along to the song, invoking the sultry, passionate intonations of Old Blue Eyes: “Fill my heart with song, and let me sing for ever more. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore. In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you.”

“Baby,” Joe whispers, “I can’t wait to make love to you. Let me tell you how.”

Joe slows the dance, leading you in small circles, intensely looking into your eyes. He kisses your earlobe and rests his cheek against yours before continuing. “When we get home, I’ll dance you backwards to the bedroom as we kiss passionately. We’ll kick off our shoes as I nibble the side of your neck just where you like it.”

He spins you slowly, raising your arm.  He pulls you to him and whispers, “I’ll take you out of this gorgeous, slinky gown, just leaving your panties.”

“I’ll lean you back on the bed, and shift my knee side-to-side to pry your legs open to get you ready for me.  Then I’ll straddle you, hovering over you.  I’ll open my belt buckle and take off my pants and shirt. Real slowly.  I’ll bring your hand to my chest and then, to stroke me. You’ll get me harder with every touch.  I’ll lean forward and massage your breasts.”

You swear you feel Little Joe pressing against you, doing his own dance.

Joe dips you before he shares, “I’ll sit back on my knees and take in your beauty, thinking of how lovely and strong you are, how I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

You swoon, and fortunately his strong arms hold you upright.  “Oh, Joe...”

Joe’s mouth forms a slight crooked grin, and he plants another kiss on your neck, leaning into your ear:  “I won’t be able to wait any longer. I’ll move your silk panties to the side and slip my index finger in you, feeling you coat and clench around me. Your moans will tell me you want more. I’ll add another finger, and curve them as you thrust.”

Joe releases you again with a twirl and brings you in to continue.  

“Then, I’ll ease you up on the bed and slither down between your legs, my fingers still moving gently in your hot pussy.  I’ll dive to your clit, tonguing you in slow circles, my nose resting on your soft mound.”

“You’ll be getting close and tell me you want all of me.”

“I’ll ease my fingers out of you and lick them. Then I’ll put my hand on your hip and motion you to turn - so I can take you from behind. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?  Love seeing your shapely ass. Want to see you so open, just for me. Feel you eager and wanting, just for me.”

You say, “Yes, Joe, only you.” as you instinctively grind into him gently.

Ed Sheeran’s Perfect plays as the last dance, and you both rock in place from foot to foot.  Joe kisses your forehead and leans into your other ear.

“I’ll get our underwear off and you’ll move onto all fours. You’re fucking gorgeous and I’m throbbing.  I’ll kiss down your back and leave a mark on your hip.  My rock-hard cock will spread your parted lips and feel you gush. You’ll raise your ass, and I’ll press into you slowly while draping over you, leaning on my arm. We’ll moan as my cock climbs into you.”

“With my other hand, I’ll circle your clit with different fingers, different pressure, matching my deepening thrusts. The anticipation of not knowing what the pressure will be will make you crazy, moaning with desire.”

“You’ll shift your hips back to meet me, over and over - controlled but graceful-just like here on the dance floor and I’ll grunt, feels so good.”

“You’ll moan my name over and over. God, I fucking love that. Love to hear you fucking saying my name...We’ll both be close.”

“I’ll tell you to come for me. And you will, screaming my name, and I’ll follow right after you, riding it out, my heart pounding.”

“We’ll collapse into the bed, releasing a final chorus of moans.”

The song ends. Applause erupts as the newlyweds yell a final thank you!

You and Joe separate. Your chests are heaving.  He grabs your hand and quickly leads you out the door. You know your friends will understand your hasty departure without goodbyes when you tell them that Joe dirty talked you and got you in such a state.

Joe takes the curves of the road confidently -  just as he’ll take yours soon. He pulls into the driveway and jumps out of the car.

He opens your door, takes your hands and helps you out.

Gazing at you, he sings from Perfect, “Darling, just hold my hand. Be my girl.  I’ll be your man. I see my future in your eyes.”

Joe turns you and his backwards dance of you begins.

[wewillwriteyou]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 11

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 10: Elizabeth and Joe finally have the chance to spend some time alone. Will it be the right time for them to admit their feelings? 

Word count: 4.8K+

Warnings:  SMUT! (protected sex and graphic descriptions) towards the end of the chapter - Please read it only if you’re 18+; cuteness and FLUFF are all over the place & some language here and there as usual

A/N: Believe us, folks, you are not ready for this chapter! Sit down and enjoy the ride, a pretty wild ride if you ask us 🌶😏💗

Tuesday, 24 December 2019 

“Because you are the only one for me.” “How can you be certain? We were all fooled by the spell cast by the love filter…” “I never needed a spell to look into your eyes and see love”

“Do you think he’ll keep his mouth shut?” Joe asked, without averting his eyes from the book he was holding. He was laying on Elizabeth’s bed, his head on the pillow and the book in one hand, while the other flipped the pages.

“Who?” Elizabeth asked, briefly looking in his direction without stopping her pen on the notebook. She was practising drawing buildings in perspective and she had chosen the 9th dormitory as her first try: she knew that building like she knew the insides of her pockets.

“Ben,” Joe answered and Elizabeth stopped drawing to look at him. She was sitting crossed legs beside him, her back leaning on the bed’s headboard.

“Why wouldn’t he?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Dunno, - Joe licked the tip of his finger to flip another page – no reason, I guess… Just wondering if we should be more careful…”

Elizabeth hesitated a moment: did he meant he regretted moving in with her? Was that his way of telling her?

“Joe, - she took a deep breath – if you’re having seconds thoughts about this I understand, I-”

Joe shut his book and sat up to look at her, “What? No that’s not what I meant.” He gently threw the book at the end of the bed and turned to cross his legs as well, “I’m just worried something could jeopardise my year… or yours, for that matter… or even the play, I don’t know what I’d do if they expelled me or worse… - he took a pause – if they cancelled the play.”

Elizabeth chuckled while going back to her drawing, “You need to sort out your priorities…”

Joe laughed, “Ron Wesley? Seriously? You’re throwing Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone to my face?”

Elizabeth slowly nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing as well and drew another windowpane to the building.

“It’s your fault, Hermione… – she giggled – Your life spins around that play a bit too much if you ask me…”

Joe opened his mouth and brought a hand to his chest, exaggerating his shock, “Excuse me?!”

Elizabeth couldn’t stop giggling and she knew her lack of concentration was messing up her drawing, “Stop making me laugh! I can’t work like this!”

She uncrossed her legs to get up and go sit at her desk, but a hand trapped her arm and made her fall on her back on the mattress. She squealed and left the grip on the notebook, that fell on the floor with a thud.

The girl giggled and realised she still had the pen in her hand. It took less than a second to Joe to understand what she was going to do and he reacted immediately, but he wasn’t fast enough. Before he could trap both her hands by her sides, Elizabeth had managed to draw a small line on his cheek.

For a fraction of a second, they stared into each other’s eyes.

Joe raised an eyebrow, “Really? How old are you? Five?”

Elizabeth giggled shrugging her shoulders, “It was self-defence”

“Oh really? – Joe grabbed both her wrists with a hand – And how do you defend from… the tickle monster?”

“What! – Elizabeth widened her eyes and tried to wriggle herself free from his grip - Let me go, Joe”

She got out of it before it was too late and she swiftly turned around to trap him against the headboard, the pen in her hand and a wily smirk on her face.

“Don’t mess with me” she theatrically threatened him.

Joe couldn’t stop smiling and giggling like a dork, he was well aware of that. But he didn’t care. Because in that moment, in that room, there were only the two of them. And it felt like a jump in the past when they were in middle school and they were always at each other’s houses.

He didn’t want to interrupt that moment of silliness but he couldn’t resist. He began chuckling to himself, “You know? This will sound weird but… this reminds me of when we were thirteen – he looked at Elizabeth and she had sat back in front of him, deposing her fearful weapon - I’d sleepover at your house and you at mine and we’d play Nintendo till past bedtime… I still remember your mom yelling at us to turn off the light and us laughing and turning it off just to turn it back on once we’d hear her climb under the covers.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Yeah, I remember that too… And my mom does too, for that matter…- Joe chuckled as well – She still asks me about you sometimes.”

Joe was surprised, “Really? Martha asks about me?”

Elizabeth lightly slapped his arm, “Of course she does… she wants you to stop keeping me up playing Nintendo games all night”

Joe chuckled, “So I’m the bad influence on you?”

Elizabeth forcefully nodded, “Sure, she says I should really stop seeing you… - Joe acted shocked and she couldn’t keep a straight face – But don’t worry. I’ll never get rid of you, babe”

And in saying so she theatrically and gently caressed his cheek.

It would have been completely normal for them to act that way, but in that moment, as she caressed his cheek, even if she was play-pretending, she suddenly felt embarrassed and the warmth spreading on her cheeks betrayed her. She blushed evidently, partly because of what she realised she’d sad and partly because of how close they were in that very instant.

From Joe’s point of view, the situation had become awkward as soon as Elizabeth had trapped him against the headboard and he couldn’t help but think about what else could have happened there besides threatening each other with a pen.

When her soft hand had caressed his face and redness had spread on her cheeks, he’d understood she had probably perceived the awkwardness as well.

He cleared his voice, “Well we should tell Martha, that her daughter’s not very good either… she draws on people”, he decided to say instead, trying breaking the tension.

Elizabeth lightly chuckled and without thinking about it twice, she licked her thumb and rubbed the black line she’d drawn on him. It was a reflex, something that had looked innocent in her head. Something she had already done in the past and it had been fine.

But that night, it was everything besides fine.

It was like everything they did they could only make the situation more awkward.

Did we lose our chemistry?, she asked herself. Are we not friends like we used to?

She feared those three weeks of reacquainting with one another had been a waste of time. What if their friendship had been damaged permanently?

Joe gulped, the tension was back to make his spine stiff again and his ability of reasoning weaker.

Elizabeth let out a burst of constraint laughter, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight…”

She shifted on the bed and instead of sitting in front of him, she sat by his side, her back leaning on the headboard and her head abandoned to fall backwards.

Joe glanced at her and cleared his throat again, his voice serious, “It’s okay, Liz.”

He saw her closing her eyes, biting her lip and lightly shaking her head. She probably thought it was imperceptible but he’d seen her.

He took a deep breath. He had to say something. He had a feeling all that was happening for one reason. And he didn’t know whether to be happy, confused or scared that the reason might actually have been what he was hoping for.

“Liz, - he started quietly, slowly turning to look at her as she did the same, the head still resting on the headboard – you remember how we used to play true confessions in high school?”

Elizabeth sluggishly chuckled and nodded.

“Well, - Joe continued – I have a confession to make.”

He paused for a few seconds, knowing he was going down a one-way road, with no chance of turning back.

She frowned, “What, Joey?”

Joey, he thought to himself. If on the outside he looked nervous, the mention of that stupid nickname was causing a storm of emotions inside his head. Joey and Lizzie were how they called each other anytime the other needed to talk about something serious: those nicknames had always made them laugh so they seemed perfect to mention when all the other person needed was a smile.

It worked like it had every time before.

Joe smiled before continuing and Elizabeth smiled at him back.

“Lizzie, - he started again with a half-smile – I know I’ll be talking nonsense from now on, so please stop me if you decide you don’t want to hear it. Because once I say it I won’t be able to get it back…”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows again. Her instinct was telling her she already knew what he was about to say. At least, she thought she knew. She hoped, she knew.

She shifted again and turned her body towards him, leaning on her side on the headboard, a silent gesture to say ‘I’m listening’.

Joe exhaled for the hundredth time in those last five minutes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now - he began slowly - Well actually I didn’t know I wanted to tell you at first… I thought I was misreading things and I tried to forget about it all, but then Gwilym happened and I didn’t know how to talk to you… you had disappeared from my life and I couldn’t stand –”

Elizabeth’s smile widened. She still didn’t know how to feel about what was happening. She was feeling too many emotions to choose only one.

“Joe-Joe–” she tried interrupting him, but he kept on talking, his sentences speeding up as they followed one another.

“But when I saw you that day at the park and I told you I was fine, I knew you knew I wasn’t and when I found you alone there, I couldn’t help but feel relieved, even it that makes me a terrible friend to Gwilym. I was happy I could try again and-”

“Joe could you just-” she chuckled: it was like trying to have a conversation during a rapping contest.

“And then, – he continued undaunted, his lips curving into a smile because he knew she had caught on where he was leading to - I came here to tell you because I wanted to know what you wanted to say to me that same day at the park but I saw-”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, the biggest smile lighting her face.

And without thinking of it twice, she shut him up properly.

She swiftly turned and, placing a hand on his cheek, she guided her lips onto his.

Joe hadn’t registered immediately what was happening and the kiss remained barely a long-lasting smack for a couple of seconds.

When he realised words weren’t strictly necessary to let her know what he wanted to say, he smiled against her lips and, bringing a hand behind her neck, he inclined his head to deepen the kiss.

Elizabeth felt like someone had lighted a hot air balloon inside her chest. She couldn’t stop smiling between one kiss and the other and Joe curving his lips in a smile as well could only make her smile more.

They pulled away at the same time, both breathless and with a spark in their eyes. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few instants, before bursting out laughing in unison.

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes, trying recomposing herself. Joe placed a hand on his belly to stop himself from laughing more.

“Why are we laughing?” he asked, still chuckling.

Elizabeth brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head with a small giggle, “I really have no idea…”

They both sat back, their gazes fixed on Elizabeth’s desk at the end of her bed.

“So…” Joe started again.

“So,” Elizabeth echoed him, turning her head to look at him, a small shy smile on her face.

“So, you liked my confession?…” Joe asked and Elizabeth pushed her shoulder against his chuckling.

She looked at her hands fidgeting in her lap, “I don’t know why I did that”

The smile slowly vanished from her face as she thought about it. She had been impulsive. Again. Just like she had done with Gwilym. And look where it has brought you…, she thought to herself.

She hated jumping back and forth from happy to worried all the time. Doing something and then overthinking about it. She was sick of it. Why couldn’t she be more decisive? Why did she have to always question everything her own mind thought?

Joe slowly stopped chuckling and stared at the weaved blanket at the end of the bed, confused. What did that mean? Why had she kissed him if she was already regretting it? Had it not meant the same to her as it had to him?

“Did you… - he tried to find the right words – …want that?”

Elizabeth forced herself to think about the answer. YES. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, her heart shouted. And please tell me you wanted it as much as I did.

“Yes, - she said instead calmly – but I wish it hadn’t happened… I think I might have made things weird”

“Oh, - Joe replied, more disappointment in his voice than he’d wanted to let transpire – then… why did you do that?”

Elizabeth knew he wouldn’t have stopped asking questions until she’d told him the truth and sometimes she hated how well she knew him.

She huffed, “I don’t know, Joe…”. She got up from the mattress and picked up the notebook.

Yeah, I do, she thought to herself.

“I think you do,” he replied, a little bit of anger mixing to the set of emotions he was feeling in that moment.

“No, I don’t”, she walked to her desk to put down notebook and pen.

Stop lying!

“Yes you do, Liz, stop lying!” Joe got up as well to follow her.

“Stop reading my mind!” she shouted back, not realising that was supposed to be just a thought.

Joe raised an eyebrow. Anger and confusion were having the better of him, “Why can’t you be honest? I exposed myself over there! – he pointed at the bed where they’d been sitting – Why can’t you do the same?”

“I’m trying to protect you!” she shouted back staring at him, her eyes slightly watered by the emotions she was trying to push down.

When he frowned again, she averted her eyes and looked outside the window, where darkness had already taken over the sky.

“I don’t want it to happen again, - she confessed under her voice – not with you”

Joe’s expression softened, “Can you please articulate your thoughts?”

Elizabeth forced her hands down her sides so that she could stop fidgeting.

“I don’t want what happened with Gwilym to happen with you as well” she repeated.

She huffed and brushed her hair away from her forehead, “Nothing good comes from when I get impulsive. I only get myself into trouble and end up hurting myself and others - she paused for a second – I already lost a friend. I don’t want to lose you…”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows shaking his head, “Who says you’re going to lose me? – he took a step closer and fixed a loose strand of red hair behind her ear – Just because it didn’t work with Gwilym doesn’t mean it won’t for us…”

Us. At the bare thought, she could feel butterflies flying in every direction inside her stomach. She had never felt that way. With anyone in her whole life. Maybe it’s a sign, her hopeful heart commented.

“How can you already talk about ‘us’? - she half-smiled – And even if what you say is true, do you really want to risk everything? Knowing it might not work out and it might end like it has for me and Gwilym? Do you want to sacrifice everything we’ve built for an impetuous decision on a casual Christmas night?”

Joe registered everything she had listed and he really wished he could think everything through. Twice. But he had already made up his mind at the first half-smile she had given him.

“Liz, - his lips curved into a smile, unable to contain the excitement of the anticipation – you are worth the risk.”

He watched the redness spreading on her cheeks and the smile gleaming on her face but he didn’t give her the chance to reply. Before she knew, his lips were on hers and his hands were already holding her.

Joe had longed for that moment for such a long time he couldn’t believe it was happening. He thought at any time his alarm would have rung and he would have woken up like he had done several times in those last few months.

And somehow even if he had imagined it, kissing Elizabeth was nothing like he’d thought. He figured there would have been hesitation and shyness from both sides, but it couldn’t be further from reality.

There was an unspeakable hunger for the other person from both sides. They looked for each other in every kiss, every touch, every breath, and faster than they could realise, they let passion drive their bodies.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe stepped forward to the desk, making her walk backwards and hit the wooden surface with her lower back.

She effortlessly jumped on it and opened her legs to let Joe stand closer to her. He smiled on her lips when she did that and adrenaline shot up to her brain. She wrapped an arm behind his back and pulled him closer, while his hand found the way behind her neck beneath her loose hair.

Joe felt like soaring a hundred feet above the ground. The scent coming from her hair was inebriating and he felt like he was losing the last brims of lucidity he had left. He felt incredibly happy and the excitement of finally being with her was almost overwhelming.

He was well aware of her doubts and he felt like he could not blame her after everything he had watched her go through. But somehow his gut was telling him that anything could have happened to them and they still would have made past it. Together.

Elizabeth could feel the excitement running through her veins, a sensation she’d never experienced before. Not at that extent at least. It was like someone had poured fire inside her veins and in the few fractions of a second she was lucid, she thought that with Gwilym it had been nothing like this.

Her ability to think straight was being obfuscated by Joe’s hands holding her tight and roaming around her back, but she was well aware of what she was feeling. And she knew, deep inside her self, that Joe could have been endgame.

She suddenly pulled away to stare into his eyes, looking for something even she wasn’t quite sure of. Something to tell her this time her instinct may have been the right path to follow.

Joe simply smiled, asking with his breath short, “Is everything okay?”

She cupped his chin with her hands and lightly brushed her thumbs on his cheeks, returning him the smile, “I’m okay”.

Joe’s smile grew brighter as he leaned in to kiss her gently. He slid his hands down to her lower back and moved her legs to wrap around his waist, picking her up from the desk.

Elizabeth broke the kiss giggling, “What the hell are you doing?”

He did not seem to be handling it well and chuckled, trying to hide the effort he was actually putting into it.

Elizabeth could not help but laugh the whole way to the bed – which took three steps – and her laughs grew louder when he dropped her on the mattress and collapsed beside her.

Joe tried to push down his laughs as well not to interrupt the rather passionate moment, but her laughter was too damn contagious.

“I thought it’d be hot and romantic…” he said between chuckles, a tingle of disappointment in his tone.

Elizabeth got up on her elbows, laughter slowly fading away, “I’m sorry, Joe – she extended her arm to caress his cheek and guide him closer – It was really romantic”

Joe chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, closing once again the distance between their lips.

He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on the elbows. Her hands climbed up his back, beneath the sweater and t-shirt and it felt freezing cold against his hot skin. That contrast only helped his excitement to grow and a hushed groan disappeared into the kiss.

Elizabeth ran her hands up to help him get his head out of the sweater and for a brief moment they shared a look that meant ‘is this really happening?’.

He came down to kiss her again, hands flying at the brim of her sweater, taking it off with a few rapid motions. His lips left hers only to trace a trail down her neck and above her collarbone. Elizabeth exhaled deeply, her hands roaming on his back and through his hair to keep him close to her body.

The moment he nibbled at the skin underneath her ear, her brain was no longer in control of her actions. A hand rushed to the edge of his shirt and pulled it up so that she could throw it on the floor.

Pulling away for an instant, he got her out of her t-shirt as well. His brain was acute enough to realise it was not the first time he had seen her bra, but it sure was the first time he had seen it and felt the urge to rip it off.

Without a warning, Elizabeth got up and undressed from her pants, while Joe followed with a burning gaze. From a drawer in her desk, she pulled out a silver square and with all the nonchalance she could find, she walked back to the bed, pulled back the covers and gestured him to join her.

Joe was still startled and had trouble thinking and acting straight. The direction they were heading towards was pretty final and irreversible and he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

He got out of his pants as well, suddenly feeling… exposed in front of her. He kneeled back on the bed and looked for comfort into her eyes. He could see she was thinking the same. As she rested a hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him closer to crash her lips onto his, he kept thinking how crazy it was doing all that with her.

They shifted so she could lay down on her back again and without breaking the kiss, Elizabeth reached out and turned off the switch of her abatjour, leaving the room in almost complete darkness if it wasn’t for the street lamp outside the window and the decrescent moon watching over them.

He lowered himself and broke the kiss to trace a trail of kisses down her neck to the middle of her breasts. She hushed a moan and ran her hands in his hair, as his lips proceeded down her belly until the elastic of her panties.

“Joe,” she uttered, lifting her hips to help him pull down her knickers.

He smirked on her skin, planting a kiss right where the elastic had been and climbed back up to kiss her lips again. Her hands grazed his skin till the elastic band of his briefs and very slowly pulled them down.

Joe thought he could have cum just because of how slow she was rolling them down: it was torture. He shifted so that he could climb out of them with a sigh of relief.

As he came up to hover her again, he slid a hand underneath her back and unhooked her bra. She got out of it and threw it on the floor with the rest of their clothes, exposing the last piece of herself.

They looked for each other’s eyes in the darkness for one last proof it was all real and just smiled, nodding at each other.

This is it, that meant.

She opened the silver package and Joe adjusted himself and after another brief glance of reassurance, he sank into her, hushed groans leaving his pink lips.

Elizabeth arched her back and exhaled heavily, quiet moans escaping her lips as Joe found a slow pace. Her arms and legs involuntarily wrapped around his body as if to cling to him and keep him as close as she could.

At that new angle, Joe was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, he shut his eyes and bit his lips to hush himself from groaning out loud.

“G-God… Liz, you’re killing me…” he managed to say and she let out a brief breathless chuckle but couldn’t bring herself to articulate any words.

She roamed her fingertips up and down the soft skin of his back, causing him to mutter something that sounded like fuck under his breath.

While he had slowed the pace to rest a little, she held the grip with her legs and rolled both of them over so that Joe was now laying on his back. As she sat up and started circling her hips in a slow deadly pace, Joe ran his hands through his hair, moaning and muttering swear words.

When his hips spasmed upwards, signalling he was close to his climax, Elizabeth let her head fall backwards, overcome by a rush of pleasure. It felt like electricity in her veins. She felt her core clenching and she knew she was very close as well.

She stopped her hips and lowered herself to kiss him again. Joe took the chance to roll over and thrust a few times more before letting the climax rush through him. As he kept moving for a few seconds after, waiting for Elizabeth to come undone as well, he intertwined his hand with hers and held it tight.

They collapsed next to each other. And for a few seconds, the room was dead silent. The only noises were the radiator and the freezing wind shaking the plants outside.

Elizabeth was still incredulous of what had happened, and even if she may have thought about comparing the experience with Gwilym’s before, she knew she had no reason to. She didn’t want to. They were two completely different matters.

“You literally know everything about me now,” she whispered, a dopey smile on her face.

Joe slowly chuckled, sliding his arm under her neck and intertwining their fingers together, as Elizabeth rested her head between his shoulder and chest.

He hesitated, suddenly vulnerable and insecure, “Did you… regret this?”

Elizabeth tilted her head back so they could look at each other in the eyes, “This may be the first time in my life when I am sure I have done the right thing.”

Joe’s smile widened as he let out a sigh of relief and leaned to kiss her forehead.

“Well, you have done me, - he continued in his usual playful tone – so that would make me ‘the right thing’?”

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head, “You’re a doofus as always”.

Joe was glad she looked relaxed: he’d worried he’d forced her into something she didn’t want to be dragged into, but now that they were back to their usual shenanigans, he knew they were fine.

“Funniest thing is – Elizabeth continued – Hardy thought we had already done this… I mean from the look he gave us, he seemed to think, if we hadn’t already, then we would have done it soon…”

“Well, we proved him wrong…” Joe sarcastically said they chuckled, as their fingers kept intertwining and untangling.

Elizabeth’s phone lighting up partially ruined the quiet atmosphere. She excused herself and got up to fetch it from the desk, while Joe headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“It’s my mom… It’s past midnight,” Elizabeth said, before realising she was standing butt naked in the middle of the room.

As she picked up her knickers and Joe’s pijama t-shirt, Joe reappeared into the room with a new pair of boxers and a sweet smile on his face, “Merry Christmas, Lizzie”

He walked up to her and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Merry Christmas, Joey - she replied with a smile, - We are in big trouble…” she added, rotating the screen of her phone in his direction.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows confused and tried focusing on the chain of notifications, “Holy crap,” he just commented.

2 voicemails.

5 missed calls.

3 missed video calls.

37 texts.

All from Alex, the last one saying: ‘I am gonna kill you, woman’

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Soft in Love Part 7

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 3.5k

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Warning(s): Smut in this chapter! Oral sex (M and F receiving) and unprotected sex!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Part 7 here we go!!!

On Thursday, Gwilym didn’t come to class. He had Dr. Curtis direct in his absence.

You had been reeling since your almost kiss. What was Gwilym talking about when he said he “couldn’t do this to you”? Do what, exactly? Did that mean his feelings weren’t there and he was only attracted to you? That was disappointing to think about. Or was he talking about the risks of such a relationship? Obviously, he wouldn’t want to get you into trouble, and you didn’t want that for him, either. But why couldn’t he just say so?

The most frustrating part of your hurt feelings was that you could express them to no one. You didn’t want to tell Sloan because you thought she might judge you a bit. And you sure as shit couldn’t talk to Andrew. He was barely talking to you at all, except for in class when he had to. You considered calling your mother, but you knew she would probably faint at hearing your interest in a man in his thirties. So there you were, heartbroken and isolated.

It was difficult to go through each day like it was normal. You smiled when Sloan told stories and forced laughter here and there. But your heart wasn’t in it. You needed to understand why Gwilym had done what he did. Only, you were sure he wouldn’t come early to class any more to give you an opportunity to ask.

On Friday, you sat in the library, pondering when you could confront him. The idea of it made you queasy with nerves, but it had to be done. That way, you could move on. If moving on was what you both wanted to do.

You opened your notebook and double checked the syllabus. Gwilym said when he first arrived that he would be maintaining Dr. Bennett’s office hours. Those were on Mondays and Fridays between two and four in the afternoon. You checked your watch. It was one-thirty. Stuffing your notebook back in your bag, you left, heading across campus to get your closure.

Gwilym sat at his desk, staring at the email from his agent, heart completely torn. There was a part he was up for, only filming would begin before the semester was over, and they were shooting in London. While that once would have thrilled him, things were different. He had made a commitment to this, and he would feel terrible if he left the class. On the other hand, it was the perfect excuse to get away from you. Not that getting away from you was what he wanted. He just thought it would be easier to deal with his feelings if he wasn’t seeing you so often.

He checked the clock. He had about half an hour before office hours started, so he picked up his phone and called the one person he had talked to about this. Joe.

“Hello?” Joe said when he picked up.

“Joe, I need some advice,” Gwilym said. 

He explained the whole scenario. And what he considered were the pros and cons of each. Joe listened carefully and took a few moments to answer.

“Well, I don’t think you should bail on the class,” Joe said. “As convenient a solution to the whole Y/N problem as that would be, it’s not fair to the rest of them. They already lost one teacher, it’ll suck if you backed out too.”

“I know,” Gwilym replied. “I shouldn’t even consider it, I just…”

“You want what’s best for her, I get it,” he said. “But it’s not like anything has happened. Why the sudden urge to run away?”

Gwilym told him what took place in the auditorium.

“Damn, Gwil!” Joe laughed. “That’s the opposite of what we talked about!”

“I know!” Gwilym cried. “I just - fuck - she’s irresistable. Every time I try to close myself off she looks at me and I just melt. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, taking the part isn’t the solution,” Joe said. “And she’s probably really confused right now. My advice at this point is to get everything out in the open and clear the air.”

“You’re right,” Gwilym agreed. “It’s not going to be an easy conversation.”

“No, it isn’t, but you can do it,” Joe said. “I believe in you.”

“Your faith is inspiring,” Gwilym teased. “But I’ve gotta go, office hours are about to start.”

“Good luck, Gwil,” Joe said before hanging up.

Gwilym set his phone down, looked at the email again and sighed.

You walked to Gwilym’s office slowly, your heart racing. It was terrifying to think he might reject you, but you needed answers. You had  to get this sorted out or you’d go crazy. You took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Gwilym called from the other side.

With a shaking hand, you turned the knob and opened the door. He was staring hard at his computer screen and had not seen you yet.

“Gosh, Gwilym, don’t think so hard,” you joked. “I think I can smell your hair burning.”

You forced an awkward laugh as he turned eyes on you and stiffened.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey,” he returned. “Um, close the door.”

You did. It clicked softly shut and you took a seat on the other side of the desk.

“So, what are you thinking so hard about?” you asked.

“I’ve got an offer for a part,” he said. 

“That’s great!” you said excitedly.

He shook his head. “Not really. It’s sort of last minute and the schedule interferes with the semester.”

“Oh,” you said. “Well, are you going to take it?”

“I was considering it,” he said.

Silence hung between you for a moment. It had never been so awkward, and you hated this feeling.

“I’m turning it down,” he finally said, breaking some of the tension.

You looked at him and held his gaze.

“There are things…” he began. “People….that compel me to stay where I am.”

Your breath seemed to leave you in that moment.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you said quietly.

He heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look, Y/N, I know you’re to talk about what happened, and I should start by saying I’m sorry if you’ve been hurt by my actions,” he said, looking at you again. “I only ever want what’s best for you.”

“I understand,” you said. “But I like you, Gwilym. I really like you and I can’t pretend that I don’t anymore.”

Gwilym’s heart was being stretched so far in two directions he was surprised it hadn’t split. One side was urging him to kiss you now and the other was telling him to keep his distance. Both parts were due to how much he liked you.

“My feelings are the same,” he said. “But we must go on pretending. It’s too big a risk.”

You stood up. You felt unusually bold now that you knew your feelings were reciprocated. You walked around the desk and took his hand.

“I’m not scared,” you said. “I just want you.”

Gwilym also got to his feet. He looked down at you as you stepped closer. You looked so beautiful in that dress and cardigan. He swallowed. He was quickly losing his resolve.

“Y/N,” he said. “This is already difficult. Please…”

He stopped when you closed the distance between you, pressing your body into his. He nearly winced as he felt your breasts against his chest.

“Gwilym,” you said, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Kiss me. Please. Just once.”

Any walls he had put up between you were blasted away. His hands came up to cradle your face and he lowered his lips to yours. Softly, tenderly, they moved together. You deepened  the kiss when you stood on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You let out a soft whine into his mouth and he stepped back.

You stood before him, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“We shouldn’t,” he said. “We can’t, it’s not allowed.”

“I already told you, I’m not afraid!” you said.

“Well, you should be!” he returned. “Think of what could happen. You’ve worked so hard for your scholarship. For everything. You can’t waste it on me!”

“It’s not wasting it!” you shot back. “I’m not afraid of losing any of that. The only thing I am afraid of is leaving here and never again feeling this! What I feel for you!”

“Y/N, please, you deserve -”

“Don’t presume to tell me what do or don’t deserve, Gwilym!” you cut across him. “It’s not about deserving. I want what I want, and that’s you.”

He sighed, looking at your determined face. 

“No one can know,” he said.

You beamed as you nodded. He stepped toward you again, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I mean it, Y/N,” he said, trying not to smile back. “Not Sloan, not Andrew, no one.”

You nodded again, smile widening. “Yes, yes, I understand.”

He got stern, grabbing your chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to focus.

“If you lose all that this close to graduating, I’ll never forgive myself,” he said. “We must be absolutely discreet if we’re going to do this.”

You placed a hand on his chest.

“I know,” you said. “I understand, I really do, but aren’t you a little bit happy?”

He smiled at last.

“Oh, darling,” he said. “I’m thrilled.”

He leaned in and kissed you again. You smiled into this kiss before it quickly became more heated. He lifted you onto his desk and stood between your legs as his mouth devoured yours. His lips trailed across your jaw and then down your neck and you moaned.

You took his hand and placed it on your breast. He squeezed it and you sighed with some relief. The pressure was building between your legs, where you could feel him getting hard against you.

“Fuck,” you sighed, pushing your cardigan off and throwing it into the chair you had occupied just minutes before.

His hands roamed your body, from your breasts, down your sides, to your thighs. You spread them a little wider for him, but he either didn’t get the hint or he wanted to tease you. He just ran his hands up and down, pushing the skirt of your dress up a little more each time. His lips remained on yours. You reached out and started on the buttons of his shirt. He shivered when you pushed it off his shoulders.

“Nice,” you teased as you ran a hand over his body.

He chuckled and kissed you lightly. 

“How do I -” he began.

“Zipper’s at the back,” you cut him off. 

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you once more and found the zipper of your dress. He slowly pushed it down and you let the sleeves fall from your shoulders. You were so happy you’d chosen not to wear a bra, especially when Gwilym gasped at your appearance. 

He wasted no time in bending down and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned and arched into him, the sensation driving you crazy. With his hand, he toyed with the other one, and your head fell back as you groaned.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

The low tone of his voice sent a shiver up your spine and heat to your core. You pushed your hips towards him some more while he continued on your tits. You felt him smirk. So, he was teasing you.

“Gwilym,” you whined. “Please.”

“Lie back for me,” he instructed with that stunning smirk still on his lips.

The desk was large enough for you to recline as he said, especially once he pulled your bum right to the edge. You spread your legs wide for him and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. You were wearing plain pink underwear, and on it he saw how wet you were already. He choked back a groan.

He hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs. Then he stuffed them in his pocket. His kissed you all the way up your thighs until you were squirming.

“I want to taste you,” he said as he reached your aching heat. “Is that alright?”

“Be my guest,” you returned.

You had never really had a great experience with guys going down on you. Previous boyfriends had just struggled to get the job done. But you wanted Gwilym more than you had ever wanted anyone else. You hoped that would help.

As Gwilym brought his lips to your slit, you realized it wasn’t you at all. The way he moved his mouth against you made you gasp. It was slow, careful, and deliberate. Each stroke of his tongue was an exploration of you until he finally landed right on your clit.

“Oh!” you cried. “There!”

“Here?” Gwilym teased, flicking it lightly with his tongue. 

“Mmm!” you whined and nodded.

He took it between his lips and sucked gently. Your back came off the desk and you cried out so loud, he stopped.

“Shh!” he warned, hovering over you and putting his hand over your mouth. “You want the whole hall to hear?”

You shook your head.

“It just feels so good,” you sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

He pressed his lips to your stomach and trailed back down to your center. Keeping his hand over your mouth, he dove into you. Your muffled cries egged him on. You were writhing on the desk, sending papers to the floor and your knee knocked his cup of pencils over.

You hardly registered any of that. All you could think about was Gwilym’s mouth on you. Every action created a white hot pleasure which only tightened that coil inside you. You had never felt something this good. You were hurtling toward the edge.

Gwilym’s pants felt tighter and tighter as he watched you react to his work with his tongue. He felt you getting wetter, as well. So he brought his free hand to your entrance. With his pointer finger, he began to tease you. He heard you whine again as you bucked toward him. He sank it inside you and your legs stiffened for a moment before relaxing again. You rocked into his hand and he thought he might cum in his pants just from watching you get so aroused by him.

Your walls clamped down around Gwilym’s finger as he pumped it in and out of you. He added a second, to stretch you more, which felt so good you thought you might scream. It was a miracle you hadn’t already. Then he crooked his fingers toward himself, right into your g-spot, and your hand slammed onto the desk as you jolted with need.

The coil was tightening faster and faster as Gwilym worked you up with his mouth and fingers. Your legs began to shake as you reached your peak.

“Oooohhhh, fuck, Gwilym,” you moaned since his hand had lowered to play with your nipples again. “I’m close!”

He could by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop. He maintained his steady pace until finally, your orgasm washed over you. You released a choked cry of his name. You shuddered as it hit you in waves and you rode it out against Gwilym’s face.

He climbed his way back up your body with his mouth. When he reached your lips, he kissed you deeply and you tasted yourself on him. Holy fuck, it was hot. Your hips rutted up against him for more friction.

“Relax, love,” he said gently. “You’re still sensitive.”

“Want me to return the favor?” you asked.

“Later,” he answered. “Catch your breath.”

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

“That was amazing,” you hummed.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, kissing your cheek.

You felt his cock straining against his pants, so you pushed him up. He stood upright and you sat up, immediately going for his belt. One hand cupped him through his trousers while the other worked his belt and button free. 

“Y/N, you don’t have to -”

“I want to,” you cut him off.

You tugged the zipper down and together, you pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprung free. It was hard, long, and already leaking precum. You swiped it away with your thumb and began stroking him, tight and fast.

“Ah, Y/N,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

You pressed your lips to his chest.

“Want my mouth?”

He shook his head. 

“No - fuck - I need to be inside you,” he sputtered.

You released him. He sounded so lovely and looked stunning with his eyes blown with lust. You smirked, hopped off the desk, turned around, and bent over it. He groaned at the sight.

“God, you’re filthy,” he sighed.

You giggled and wiggled your ass at him.

“Come on, then,” you said. “Come and take it.”

He pressed up against you, and you felt his cock at your entrance. You were aching for him, so you pressed back with your hips demandingly. Then, to your great relief, he pushed inside. He was thicker than you thought, stretching you deliciously. But the best part was how perfectly his tip hit your g-spot. You groaned and gripped the desk as he bottomed out inside you.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he hissed.

“Mmm, fuck, please move,” you whined, pushing further into him.

He pulled back out about halfway before slamming into you again. He curved over you, reaching around your hips with his hand until his finger found your clit. You clapped your own hand over your mouth this time. You knew you were about to get loud.

He set a quick, steady pace, chasing release. You were right there with him. Your second orgasm was about to hit you already, sensitive as you were from the first. He kissed you wherever his lips could reach - your back, shoulders, arms, neck. He fucked you strong and deep. 

As you reached your peak, he sped up. Your walls fluttered around him at that spring inside you approached release. His cock inside you and his finger on your clit were driving you absolutely wild. You let go of your mouth and held onto the desk again - so hard your knuckles turned white - as Gwilym drove it home.

“Ah - oh God - oh fuck - Gwil - SHIT!” you sobbed as it hit you.

Your eyes rolled back as you began coming down, Gwilym still thrusting. His strokes slowed down as you started to recover, but you felt that he needed more.

“You want my -”

“Mouth?” he finished. “God, yes.”

He pulled out and you winced at the lost contact, but quickly turned around and sank to your knees. You looked up at him and smiled.

“You can cum in my mouth,” you said. “I’ll swallow and everything.”

“Oooohh, God,” he groaned.

You didn’t give him time to say anything else before you opened your mouth wide and took him down. You didn’t want to tease him now, or might have started with just the tip. As it was, he needed his release. You hollowed out your cheeks and began the same rhythm he had given you. You took him as deep as you could, with your hand making up for the difference. His fingers laced through your hair. He didn’t force you faster though. He just held you there.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whined. “I’m gonna - hhhnnngg, fuck!”

His cock twitched in your mouth so you sped up. He gasped and threw his head back in pleasure. Short, breathy moans fell from his lips that were so hot, you rubbed your thighs together. You reached up to massage his balls. He let out a filthy groan and grabbed your head, jutting his hips into you.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried. 

He held your held still against him as he finished, painting your throat with his cum. You hummed around him, bobbing your head a couple times to finish him off. As promised, you swallowed it all down. Then you came off him with a grin.

He sank into his chair, panting. Tired as he was, he still pulled you up into his lap. You straddled him, burying your face in his neck. You were both spent now.

“You’re incredible,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“So are you,” you returned. “No one’s ever made me cum like that.”

He chuckled. “I’m honored. You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded. “Better than alright. I could sleep for weeks.”

He laughed again. “I should hope not. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh?” you returned, cocking an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll pick you up from your dorm tonight at nine,” he said. “We’ll go back to mine and make love properly. Then you can stay the night with me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said.

You relaxed against his chest again. You had a few more minutes before you would have to leave, but your heart leapt at the thought of the night. As you toyed with the hair at the nape of Gwilym’s neck, you felt so content. Still, you were not afraid. But he was.

[racingtowardsaredlight]

Mind My Manners - TEASER

I wanted to tease the smut I’ve been working on so please let me know what you think! Should be up tonight or tomorrow!

Warning: SMUT (18+ ONLY)

He paused his movements as the two of stayed silent, waiting to hear Ben’s footsteps coming to yell at you or hear him shouting from the other room. Hearing nothing at all, Joe slowly started thrusting again, the both of you trying to keep it down, the pleasure almost too much for either of you to control your noises. You were brought back to reality by the sound of your ringtone for Ben. Shit you though he knows and we’re fucked. Stopping Joe’s movements you signaled for him to be quiet while you accepted the call. 

Ben’s heavy breathing greeted you on the other end while you tried to keep yours down. “What’s up?” you asked, remaining as cool as possible. You could hear Ben scoff on the other end of the line, he did know what was up and there was no way he wasn’t going to get something out of this. “My two best friends are fucking right next door to me and are doing very poorly at hiding it.” He stated. “I-I’m sorry we’ll stop. It’s not  -” “No no, don’t stop on my account. But at least give me something to work with.” He said, you’re confusion blocking your words, the only thing coming from your lips was “Huh?”. 

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I know it’s short but I don’t want to give all of it away!! Let me know you’re thoughts and if you’d like to I can tag people in the story!!!

[queenmylovely]

Okay Ben looks too adorable here with his pink nose 🥺 and i need a cute blurb about it....maybe some smut if you're up for it 🤭 thanks babe ily 😘

wow you totally read my mind and the thots I had about this picture 😉 

so this is 2k of pretty much all smut (18+, fem!reader) so enjoy! 

☆☆☆

You were hanging out on the couch with your current book and a nice cozy blanket when you heard the front door opening and looked up. In walked Ben, home from his covid-restrictions-approved hangout with Gwilym and Allen at a nearby pub. They had sat outside, so Ben was wearing a jacket and his nose and cheeks had cute pink flushes to them that made you want to pepper a thousand little kisses all over them.

With a bright smile, you asked him, “Hey babe, did you have a good time?”

Ben nodded quickly as he toed off his shoes, “Yeah I d-did, but I literally c-can’t t-talk I’m so fucking c-cold right n-now.”

You could tell it was true because of the way his teeth were chattering and you frowned in sympathy, “Come here, lay down with me. You can leave your jacket on since you’re so cold.”

“W-well, I actually have a d-double layer, so I’ll t-take the first one o-off,” Ben admitted as he shrugged off his outer jacket, leaving a big hoodie on.

Lifting the blanket for him to climb under, Ben’s eyes boggled for a second at what you were wearing. It was a negligee style nightdress, lilac and lacy, but the fabric was thicker than an actual negligee would have been and it wasn’t sheer.

“D-did you wear this just for m-me?” Ben grinned as he found his place on top of you.

“It’s hard to take you seriously with your teeth chattering like that,” you told him with a smirk as you fixed the blanket on top of him. “And no, you perv, I just got this from my online order and it’s not even lingerie, it’s pajamas.”

“Well I’m g-gonna appreciate it l-like l-lingerie,” he said with a sneaky smile.

“Can you at least get warmed up first?” you rolled your eyes, rubbing your hands on his arms.

“Actually, I think I k-know what c-could help with that, since it’s m-my face that’s the c-coldest,” Ben said, none of the sneak leaving his expression.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“I think if I p-put my face r-right here,” he paused, dropping his face to nestle in your breasts, and his next words were muffled but you could just understand him, “I’ll be warmed up in n-no time.”

You laughed but let him stay where he was, although you had to admit that his cold face in your chest made you shiver. Ben stayed like that for several minutes as you read your book, and thankfully his breath was warm enough to combat his cold skin. But sure enough, as time ticked by you could feel his face returning to a normal temperature, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could also feel Ben getting a little excited by your lower thigh.

“So now that you’re all warmed up, are you gonna tell me about your night?” you asked, setting down your book and combing your hands through his hair. Ben slowly lifted his head and as you made eye contact you saw how dilated his pupils were and felt a little something yourself.

Ben nodded, “Sure, well even though we have had our zoom calls and regular ones, we had a ton to catch up on, and it was good to see them in person while having a drink.”

“Uh-huh,” you kept playing with his hair.

“And they told me about their projects, you know, and-- ah,” Ben moaned as you tugged on his hair for just a second, and when you did it again before he could even restart what he was saying, he looked down at your chest and then back up at you with a cheeky smile.

You swallowed as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the valley between your breasts. And then another right along the edge of your nightdress. And then he pushed the straps down your arms until both of your breasts were exposed and made a path of kisses to your right nipple, kissing it softly as well. You breathed out and waited and Ben finally wrapped his lips around it and sucked, making a jolt of pleasure move through your body. It wasn’t long before he switched to the other side, using his tongue and lips as he had on the other to make you gasp softly.

Then he began another trail of kisses, this time up your chest, neck, and to your mouth, bringing his lips to your own in a searing kiss. Ben’s tongue slipped in your mouth and you moaned, widening your legs in an invitation for him to move his hips on top of yours.

He ground his crotch into you at just the right angle, rubbing against your clit and you nodded into the kiss, breaking it just to murmur, “Do that again.”  

Ben complied and the two of you fell into a rhythm of hips and hands and lips and moaning and oh fuck this was good. One of Ben’s hands was on your breast, massaging it and squeezing your nipple, and the other braced him so his hips could keep moving with yours. Your hands, however, were free to do whatever they wanted so you moved them between his hair, up his shirt to grab at his pecs and abs, and his ass, pulling him into you.

Soon the pleasure had built enough to the point where you were practically panting in each others’ mouths and you pulled back to tell him, “Benny, time to fuck me.”

Ben would’ve chuckled at your wording if he wasn’t so turned on and hard, so instead he just nodded and kneeled between your knees to undo his belt and push down his pants. But when he was about to push them past his knees, you lifted your dress, and the sight of your bare pussy stopped him in his tracks.

“Oh come on, now please say that is for me,” Ben groaned, putting himself back above you and gripping his cock in his hand.

You smiled, just as cheeky as he had been a few minutes earlier, “Only for you.”

“Fuck,” Ben lined himself up with your entrance and started to push in, slowly until he bottomed out. He dropped his head back to your chest, though this time it seemed like it was because he physically couldn’t hold it up, and asked, “Can I move?”

“Yes, please move Benny,” you told him, one hand going to his hip to start the movement, and the other quickly grabbing the blanket and pulling it back up from where it had slipped because you didn’t want to get chilly.

Ben didn’t seem to notice the blanket’s weight on his back, much too focused on setting the perfect pace as he thrusted in and out of your pussy, how wet you were making it easy to get it right. You wrapped your legs around him to keep him from going anywhere because he was making you feel so good you couldn’t think about anything else.

Your hand moved back into his hair, pulling it on and off, basically whenever a thrust was particularly good. Ben, for his part, was pressing hot kisses to your breasts, mumbling about how perfect they were, how perfect you were, and how perfect you felt. It wasn’t an unwelcome ego boost, and gave you a heady feeling that increased your pleasure, so much so that you started clenching around him.

“Oh fuck, babe, ah I’m so close, are you?” Ben whined, slowing his thrusts and looking up at you as he waited for your answer.

“You’re making me feel so good, Benny, but I’m not that close yet,” you told him the truth.

“Okay,” he nodded, staying still inside of you to give himself a chance to cool down just a bit. But he wasn’t giving you the same chance, and one of his hands went between you, two fingers rubbing against your clit in just the way he knew you liked. Then he dropped his head down again and switched between your nipples, sucking lightly to offset the pressure on your clit.

The whole thing made your head swim, and a couple minutes later you were writhing below him, your pussy clenching on his stilled cock.

“Now, Ben, now I’m close, oh so close,” you told him, wanting him to start fucking you again so bad you could hardly get the words out fast enough.

“Good,” he looked at you and smiled, and you tried to return it, but as he started thrusting again, all you could do was whine.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” Ben moaned, his voice getting higher as he moved in your heat.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, not really knowing what you were agreeing to because all of your focus was on how good his dick felt inside of you, and how good his fingers felt on your clit.

Then suddenly it was hitting you, and your back arched into him, your legs pulled him tighter, and your pussy pulsed around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and you cried out, “Ben, Ben, Ben-- ohhhh.”

Ben kept doing the same exact thing as he watched you through your high, how your face moved in your pleasure, and especially how your lips formed his name.

As you started to come down, Ben slowed his thrusts, but as soon as you could form whole sentences again you told him, “Keep going, Benny, get close again.”

You kissed him again as he resumed his pace, helped along by your hips moving in time with his.

He wasn’t far off, and soon he warned you with a voice much higher than usual, “Babe I’m-- ah, I’m close again.”

“Okay,” you pecked his lips quickly. “Do you wanna cum on my tits?”

If he wasn’t so close, Ben would’ve stopped in his tracks, but that wasn’t an option right now.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement. It wasn’t as if he had never done this before, but both of you tended to prefer him cumming inside of you (for the intimacy). Tonight you had figured he seemed extra fascinated by your breasts, so what the hell?

“I’m not kidding, but you better hurry up before I just make you cum in my pussy,” you teased, but you did clench around him again.

As quickly as he could be careful, Ben pulled out of you and crawled up your body so he was straddling your ribs. You used your arms to press your breasts together and Ben used his hand to get himself the rest of the way off.

It was a heavenly sight and not an unpleasant feeling for you as Ben came, his eyes closing in pleasure, his brow furrowing just a bit, and his mouth forming your name as his cum spurted over your chest.

“Oh fuck, I love you,” Ben said as he looked down at the result of his orgasm on your boobs. “You’re literally the best.”

“Thank you, I love you too,” you said with a smile.

Ben made his way back to between your legs and then quickly sorted out his clothes, pulling up his briefs, kicking off his trousers, taking off his sweatshirt and undershirt, and then putting his sweatshirt back on.

“Here,” he said softly as he used his undershirt to tenderly wipe clean your chest, as tender as wiping cum off of someone can get anyway. Then he balled up the shirt and tossed it in the direction of the hallway.

You smiled up at him as you pulled the straps of your dress back up, covering your chest again, “Thank you, babe.”

His response was to flip the two of you over so you were laying on him. How he did stuff like that without one of you ending up smushed, you never knew. Not being one to complain about being the little spoon though, you cuddled into him with a small hum.

“So will you tell me about your night now? Or are you still too busy obsessing over my boobs?” you asked, earning a pinch to your hip.

“Well, I’m a multitasker, you see,” Ben slid his hand from your hip to cup your breast. “I can tell you about my night and obsess over your boobs all at once.”

“Alright, prove it,” you replied, looking up at him with a glint in your eye.

And he did; he managed to tell you all about it, only his one hand giving any attention to your breast. But later, after you had migrated to the bedroom together, he asked you about your night (which had only consisted of your book). So he asked you to describe it, and suddenly you were the one having trouble staying focused as his mouth found your breasts yet again.

★★★

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[blueeyedheizer]

distraction (part 2) - frank mccullen (smut)

WARNINGS: smut (m on f), protected sex, this is like...pure filth, once again do not interact if you're under 18

A/N: I loved writing distraction so much I had to write a part two. love me some frank smut 😌 also it's currently 1am so forgive any mistake or typo. I'll proofread this properly in the morning :) (3k words)

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It's been almost three weeks since you had sex with Frank, and you hadn't seen nor talked to him since then.

The truth is, when he left your room that night you had no intention of seeing him again. He was nothing but a one-night stand — a distraction, as he put it.

And yet the more days went by the more you found yourself thinking about that night you spent together, and to your own surprise you found yourself wanting to experience it again. The way he lost control at the mere sight of your naked chest, the sheer lust in his eyes when he pleasured you. You had never felt so admired, so worshipped. Everything he said to you had been stuck in your head since then and your body was screaming for you to drive over to his and beg him to take you on every possible surface.

After taking care of yourself down there and lazing around in bed for a little while you eventually got up, dragging your body to the bathroom for a shower. Then you went through all your lingerie, picking your favorite black set before putting it on in front of your full-length mirror.

You took a moment to admire yourself, turning slightly around to look at your butt. The set was adorned with small red silk ribbons on both hips of the panties and the bridge of the bra, and the top hugged your chest just right making it perkier.

It's unbelievable how a good pair of lingerie can boost up your confidence and make you feel so good in your skin. Honestly you looked like a whole goddess and that wasn’t something you thought about yourself a lot, especially not lately.

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Your hand raised up to the door, hovering there for a moment right until you decided to take a deep breath and knock.

The door opened shortly after, revealing a rather surprised Frank.

"Hey." he smiled awkwardly, leaning his arm against the doorframe.

"Hey to you too."

"What, um...what are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd pay you a visit. You know, after you insisted on leaving me your address. Gonna let me in?"

"Sorry, yeah, of course. After you." you gave him a small smile and he stepped aside, letting you walk in. You were surprised to find two other people in the room.

"Y/N, this is my best mate Harland. And this is my... uh- my cousin. Pixie." you suppressed a scoff and looked down, having to bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing. Pixie waved at you slyly, to which you answered with a nod.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N, but we were just about to leave." Pixie said as she picked up a bag from the floor and made her way over to the door, not missing the opportunity to slap your ass on her way. "Bye, stranger."

Harland followed her closely, looking back and forth between you and her with a confused expression that matched Frank's.

"We're not done, Frank." Pixie said, raising her eyebrows before she stepped out of the small place. Once they were gone, Frank turned to you.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That thing with Pixie."

"Nothing." you answered, shrugging and quickly brushing off the topic. "So, these your digs?"

"Uh, temporarily, yeah." Frank sat down on the small couch stretching his arms out.

"Temporarily?"

"Well to be honest, I've been looking at a few potential property deals that would be, you know, significantly larger than this, but with the markets in this state..."

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, fighting back a smile. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting on his seat.

"What?"

"Nothing." you smiled. "I like it here, actually." you looked around the room for a moment, taking in your surroundings before coming to sit on the couch next to him.

"You do?"

"Yeah. It looks cozy." you shrugged before turning to look at him, squinting your eyes a little when you noticed the way his leg bounced. "Is everything okay? You seem nervous."

"No, yeah. Yeah, i'm alright. Just some...family issues, you know." he answered and scratched the back of his head again, a nervous habit of his.

"Your cousin's causing trouble?"

"Yeah it's...I mean, not really. It's— fuck, it's complicated." he stuttered. Your brows knitted into a frown as Frank hunched forward and sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Actually, Y/N. There's something you need to know." He eventually admitted. You hummed lightly, letting him know that you were listening. "Pixie's not my cousin."

A smirk slowly stretched across your face as he finally made eye contact with you and you laughed, resting your arm on the couch.

"She's definitely not your cousin."

"What do you mean?"

"Pixie's my best friend, Frank. Of course she's not your fucking cousin."

"Wait— what did you just say?"

"Pixie Hardy is my best friend. Not your cousin."

He looked at you for a moment before falling back against the couch, stunned.

"So you know about...everything?"

"Yeah. She told me you got yourself into some trouble." you bring yourself closer to him, leaning to whisper in his ear with a smirk while your hand rubs his thigh teasingly. "You know... I wouldn't want to have to deal with her step dad. A gangster with a penchant for violence. He's not the kind of person you'd want to cause trouble to. He can be nice when he wants to, but when it comes to business..." you caught his lobe between your teeth, pulling gently while your hand moved upwards to palm him through his jeans.

"Y/N...this— this isn't funny." he spoke, his breathing shortening from your actions.

"Oh but i'm being dead serious, Frank."

You placed your finger under his chin and tilted his head so that he was facing you. Your other hand stilled for a couple seconds just to tease him, until you spoke again. "Pix told me a bunch of stories... and I really wouldn't want you to become the main character in one of those." you whispered. Your lips hovered right up close to his, barely touching but enough for him to feel your warm breath fan over his mouth while your hand continued its movements down there.

You slowly trailed your lips along his jaw and moved so that you could straddle his lap, smirking at the way he whined when your hand left his crotch. His breath came out in short huffs, the fact that you were doing this to him, that he was so worked up because of you was boosting your confidence like never before.

You had him wrapped around your fingers and, fuck, you loved every second of it.

"You should get out of town before he finds you." you noted softly and teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders and massaging delicately yet firmly enough to work out the knots before sliding your hands up to his neck.

"Wh—what about you?" he stuttered.

"What about me?"

"I want to see you again."

"I'm not going anywhere, you know where to find me once you've dealt with that." you smirked and rid him of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. "Now relax and let me do all the work, okay?" you whispered and he nodded profusely, eyes glued on your lips. "Good boy."

Without further ado you pressed your lips against his in a hungry kiss, his hands coming to rest on your hips as your own settled behind his head. You started circling your hips, feeling his growing hardness rubbing your center and relieving yourself a little with the friction against your clit.

Without breaking the kiss you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before pushing the last item of clothing down just enough to free his semi hardened length. Spitting in your hand, you reached down and started stroking him slowly, letting your thumb run over his slit, humming softly and biting your bottom lip as you finally got what you wanted.

"Fuck." he whimpered. You watched with a satisfied smirk as he glanced down to watch your movements, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. But soon enough, your ministrations caused continuous short breaths and moans to leave the back of his throat. "Y/N. Shit i'm close—”

Without warning you climbed off his lap, a frustrated groan followed by a curse leaving his lips as his head fell back against the couch. You rid yourself of your jeans, leaving you in just your panties and you smirked as he watched you with the same look of lust he had the first time. You pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your matching set before climbing back up to straddle him and playing with yourself through the only thin fabric left to cover your intimacy. Frank's eyes widened, a grin spreading over his lips as he took in your appearance, watching your movements intensely.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna be the death of me." he panted, hands moving up to cup your breasts. Then he hooked a finger in the cup of your bra and pulled it down enough to expose your nipple and attach his lips to it, sucking softly.

You moaned in response, quickening the pace of your fingers on your clit and biting your finger innocently as you smirked.

"I see someone is all dolled up today." he teased, his cocky attitude taking over. Your rolled your eyes and chuckled, pulling a condom from your bra and waving it in his face.

"Someone also brought a condom." you teased back before settling your mouth back on his lips while he ripped open the condom and slid it on himself.

Then you moved your panties to the side and sat down on him slowly, moaning and cursing as you did. You rested your hands on his shoulders as you took some time to adjust, your fingers digging into his skin while Frank kept both of his hands on your hips, his head fallen back from the pleasure. Once you had him fully inside you, you seized the occasion and attached your lips to his exposed neck, small moans leaving your lips as you slowly lifted yourself back up and started setting a steady pace, a pace that increased more and more as the new found pleasure ignited a fire inside your belly.

Within minutes you were bouncing on him, moans after moans falling from your lips as you felt every inch of him deep inside you.

“That's right...fuck— you’re so fucking hot” Frank groaned, leaning in to kiss down your neck and suck gently, mimicking your previous actions.

"God— there," you whined and your head fell back, your eyes squeezing shut as he began thrusting his hips in sync with your movements, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Come on. Show me how much you love having my cock buried inside you. Fucking cum for me." he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand coming up to fist in your hair. You could only let out louder moans in response, unable to even spit out a coherent answer in your current state.

His hands then came to rest flat against your back, holding you close as you rode him. Your arms wrapped around his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, tugging, your moans getting more and more desperate as you bounced up and down trying to ride him as best as you could while he whispered words of praise and encouragement in your ear. You could tell by the way he panted heavily against your skin that he was close to his release, maybe even closer than you were.

"Touch me," you demanded, almost sobbing at the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm approaching. Frank didn't need to be asked twice as his hand immediately reached between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck right there!"

Without warning Frank flipped you over so your back was against the couch, taking full control. He wrapped a hand around your throat and fucked you roughly, drawing loud moans amongst other obscene sounds from you. Your hand came to grab his wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, back arching, legs closing around him and moaning out when you finally tipped over the edge, your screams of pleasure triggering his own orgasm shortly after.

Frank pulled out and only gave you little time to breathe before he pushed your legs open and knelt down before you. He wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down and wasted no time in burying his face between them, eating you out vigorously. His nose nudged your clit as he took your lips into his mouth, alternating between sucking, lapping up your juices and plunging his tongue deep inside of you before moving up to your clit and sucking, causing moans after moans to be pulled from you as you gripped his hair and arched your back desperately, your legs closing of their own accord around his head.

"Keep 'em open for me baby. Fuck." he pulled away only enough to breathe out the words before diving back in, his tongue skillfully exploring you.

"Fuckfuckfuck just like that, just like tha—oh fuck!" You were writhing uncontrollably underneath him, knees going up as you held onto anything you could to stop yourself from falling apart as you started to feel lightheaded from the pleasure spreading through your body, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. His hums and moans against your core became more frequent, mixing with your own gasps and whines.

He was making you feel so good it was like he knew your body like the back of his hand, rubbing just the right spots with the perfect amount of pressure, fully knowing what you love and what leaves you screaming for more.

By the time he was finished with you, you were a boneless mess, unable to hold onto a single coherent thought, thighs still quivering from your release and cheeks stained with tears. Frank trailed soft kisses along your jaw and neck while you worked on getting your breathing back under control, panting heavily.

"Are you alright? Was it too much?" he asked softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. There he was again, his soft, hesitant side taking over that cocky and confident one.

You shook your head weakly, only a small whine leaving your mouth as you pushed your hair back from your face. Then you brought your hand over his cheek and pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss, having to pull away for air too early for your liking.

"You're so good at this. Fuck." you exclaimed breathlessly.

With one last kiss to your lips, Frank pulled his pants up and fell onto the couch next to you, closing his eyes as he exhaled deeply, chest heaving. You glanced at him, fighting back a smile and biting your bottom lip as you noticed his flushed face.

Then a comfortable silence settled in the room, neither of you wanting to speak just yet. Once you were breathing regularly again you put your clothes back on lazily, still sat on the couch, only lifting your body to pull up your pants.

"My ex reached out to me the other night." you told him, breaking the silence. "Said he dumped the other girl and wants me back..."

Frank's brows dropped into a frown as he glanced at you, not knowing what to say. You lowered your gaze to fiddle with the hem of your shirt but then peeked at him again when you spoke.

"I said yes."

After that, the silence grew heavy in the room. Frank leaned back against the couch with a sigh, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A couple seconds passed, the only things that could be heard were your breathing, still a bit heavy from your previous activities.

Until...

"Jesus Christ, Frank." you scoffed softly, an amused smile upon your lips. "Seriously? Do you really think I'd be here if that was true?"

"Fucking hell, Y/N." Frank cursed under his breath, his face scrunching up and turning red in embarrassment. You giggled and moved to straddle his lap again, your hands cupping his cheeks. "That wasn't funny." he added.

"I'm sorry. You're just so easy to tease." you smiled, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb before leaning in to press your lips against his in a slow yet passionate kiss, humming softly as his hands slid along your thighs, stopping at your lower back and leaving goosebumps on their way. After a couple seconds you pulled away, pulling his bottom lip gently.

"My ex did reach out to me. But I told him to fuck off and I especially insisted on making sure he knows I never want to hear from him again."

You couldn't help but notice how deep in thought he was as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face as you spoke. You could tell he was still caught up in his post-orgasmic bliss, looking at you though half lidded eyes. You smiled, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Why are you staring?"

Frank shrugged, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured. Your cheeks immediately felt warmer and you lowered your gaze to hide a smile, returning it back to his own when his fingers gently trailed down your cheek to cup your chin. His eyes set on your lips and back to your eyes, almost as if asking for permission.

"You can kiss me all you want Frank, I think we're past this already." you smirked, touching noses with him before connecting your lips again. The kiss rapidly became urgent, open-mouthed, his hands roaming and exploring the skin of your back while yours tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

You were first to pull away, knowing you couldn't go for another round just yet anyway.

"Just do what Pix says and you should be fine. She knows what she's doing." you murmured against his lips, your finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "And like I said, you know where to find me when you come back."

[goldenmazzello]

MASTERLIST

💟 Fluff

🌩Angst

🍒Smut

One shots:

Naugthy wife 🍒

Never should have let you go🌩

You drive me crazy 💟

Never gonna love again 🌩

Series:

Lay all your love on me 💟🌩 (Last update: June 4, 2021)

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five (soon)

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

I decided to do both! The other one has been posted here

Prompt list: 55 dialogue prompts

Prompt(s): 20. “Oh, Fuck”, 21. “Did you just moan?”, 52. “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it”

Pairing(s): Ben Hardy x afab!Reader

Warnings: friends to lovers-ish? (I tried) , it's not super fluffy or very long sorry, minor/implied smut, I'm still not confident I can write smut so it's kinda skipped over sorry about that too but its still 18+, ummm... I think that's it? oh, wait, poor writing, poor proofreading, poor editing.

Word count: 851

Y/N/N - your nick name

You and Ben had met and almost instantaneously became friends. The two of you just got each other. Tonight the two if you were having one of your patented sleepovers featuring take away, a movie (or a few), pajamas (comfort is a must), and whatever the alcohol of choice was that evening. This particular evening, the two of you had chosen pizza, the Godfather parts 1,2 & 3, he was in boxers and an old t-shirt while you were in comfy shorts and a tank top and you were drinking some Italian wine you’d had found while digging through his kitchen, which started the whole “Italian” theme of the night to begin with.

The two of you were sitting on the floor with your backs against his couch, the pizza was gone at this point along with most of the wine and you must’ve been an hour or so into the Godfather part 2, but neither of you could be sure as both you and ben were more focused on your conversation and shenanigans than on the movie.

You downed the last of the wine in your glass and reached over Ben for the wine bottle but you knew you couldn't reach it even before you even started reaching as it was a good distance from him on his other side. So you swung your leg over his lap and reached again.

“What are you doing?” he asked

“Reaching”

“For?”

“The wine” you said nonchalantly reaching further and Ben wondered tell if you weren’t aware your tits were in his face or if you just didn’t care.

“You could’ve just asked me you know” he said softly

“Yep”

then suddenly you started to tip. Both your eyes and Ben’s eyes widened momentarily before you both toppled over.

As you tumbled together, Bens hands flew to your waist and you planted your hands on the ground in attempts stop your heads from clunking together which was successful however, in your momentary panic and concern for both your heads you had forgotten how close your pelvis was to his and as you fell your crotch rubbed against his.

“Oh, Fuck”

You stilled and looked down at Ben “Did you just moan?”

His cheeks tinged a soft shade of pink “um... no?” he said unconvincingly

You moved your hips against him, effectively recreating the feeling and he moaned out another expletive. You bit back a grin and rolled your hips again and his grip on your waist tightened. Your name poured from his mouth in what was something between a growl and a moan, a warning and a beg. You grinned at the sound of it and dipped your head to cautiously capture his lips in yours, but he deepened it immediately, pulling you closer and letting his hands roam your body.

“Wait” Ben says detaching his mouth from yours and clearly struggling to resist plowing ahead “are you sure about this? Because I’ve been wanting this for so long but if you feel pressured or-” you cut him off with a finger to his lips

“I’ve wanted this for a long while too Ben” you assured him “so don’t hold back”

A good while later (turns out Ben’s no slouch in the sack) you were both breathless with your backs on the cool floor and a bit shocked that had just happened. Then, you started to giggle.

Ben looked at you fully confused “what’s so funny?” he asked which just caused you to laugh harder, your giggling was fully uncontrollable at this point.

“come on. Why are you laughing?” he sat up with his back against the couch and looked down at your naked giggling form and while he was probably the most confused in his entire life, his heart swelled at the sigh of you. “Y/N/N, I-” He started babbling about how he didn't understand what was so funny and how he’s liked you for so long and how he had a really really good time and would like to do it again but if you- and blah blah blah and so on and so forth, you weren’t fully listening but you got the gist. As he spoke you sat up, still laughing some, straddled his lap once again and interrupted him with a kiss.

When you pulled away he started speaking again “seriously, Love I-”

You rolled your eyes a little and said “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it” then you give him a quick kiss and said, “join me, Benjamin?” With that, you stood and walked to his bedroom and left the door ajar behind you as you climbed onto his bed.

From where he sat he could see just enough of his room to see you trail a hand up your leg but he couldn't see where it ended up but the soft breathy noise you made told him everything he needed to know. He stood quickly and strode to his bedside, swung the door shut behind him and before long your soft breathy noises of pleasure were replaced with much louder ones.

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