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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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The Dinner Party

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader + Rami Malek, Lucy Boynton, Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee

Summery: Ben finds out about one of your fantasies and offers to help make it a reality.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ !!! it’s a big ol’ gang bang folks! unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), gags, restraints, choking, slapping, biting, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), a*al, orgasm denial, overstimulation/forced orgasm, nipple play, fingering, degradation, sexual objectification, handjobs, i think thats everything oh god i dont know theres a lot

Words: 11,538 (jesus)

A/N: I am so sorry I made you wait so long for this one - the last couple of months have been fucking whack as heck. Anyway, I hope she was worth waiting for! I’m gonna go have 12 cold showers in a row and scream for a while.

(its so fucking hard to find photos of all of them together jesus christ)

Taglist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98 @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks

“So, uhh, that fantasy you sent me the other night,” Ben ran his fingers lightly up and down your arm, “You really got off to that?” You could feel the sweat caught between your back and his chest, skin sticking together where you leaned against him. His hand was heavy on your stomach, moving with you as you wiggled around, trying to decrease the sticky discomfort. “Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t have sent it. Was it too much?” It was something you did when you were away from each other. When you’d been apart for too long and you were yearning for each other's touch. You’d message each other with what you’d thought about while masturbating. Like a lot of the little traditions and patterns you and Ben developed, it had started as a joke. But now it felt weird to not do it. Sometimes it was links to porn videos or erotic stories found online. Sometimes it was reminiscences about previous nights together. And sometimes it was just one word. You. “No, it was pretty hot actually.” This time the distance had been caused by Ben’s filming schedule taking him overseas for three whole months. It was the longest you’d been separated in a while, and your game had turned into a bit of a competition. Trying to one up each other with wilder fantasies. You’d sent the last one, drawing on something you’d thought about a lot but never really divulged to anyone before in order to claim victory. The moment you’d hit send you’d worried it was too much. Ben knew you had a thing for exhibitionism and for being treated like an object, happy to help you indulge in them from time to time, but you’d never really exposed how deep they went. His response amounted to an oh my god and a couple of flushed face emojis. No come back, no one upping. Just three words and two little symbols. You hoped it was because he had nothing hotter to counter with and not because you’d freaked him out too much.

Three days later he was back home, hurriedly removing your shirt within minutes of walking through the door. The sex was neither sweet nor soft, though the way Ben sat up and pulled you against him afterwards, kissing your temple in the process, was both. “Glad you think so. It’s one I’ve thought about a lot.” “And you’ve never mentioned it before why?” “I don’t know, not every guy would be cool hearing about how his girlfriend dreams of being used by a bunch of strangers.” “Okay, yeah, spose that’s fair.” He was quiet for a moment, absentmindedly stroking your skin with feather light touches, “But if you got the chance, you’d really want to do something like that?” “I think so, yeah. Maybe not actually with strangers. Don’t think I’d feel comfortable enough to get into it if I didn’t know and trust everyone there. But in theory, yes.” “What if... what if I could arrange for something like it to happen?” “What?” You sat up straight and turned to face him, convinced you’d misheard him. “If I found some people you were comfortable with who... wanted to help make this a reality would you want to do it?” “You’re taking the piss, right?” “I swear I’m being serious. If you wanted to actually do something like that, I’d be into it. I’d help set it up.” “Are you feeling okay?” you pressed the back of your hand to Ben’s forehead like you were checking his temperature but he just laughed, grabbing you by the wrist so he could bring your hand to his lips. “I feel fine, babe.” His smile hit you like a ton of bricks. Fuck you’d missed that smile. “Can’t blame a girl for checking,” “Look, what you described was incredibly hot and the idea of watching you be used like that...” he trailed off but you didn’t need him to say anything else, his rapidly hardening cock was proof enough. You repositioned yourself on your hands and knees, taking his cock in one hand, “You wanna watch me, blindfolded and restrained, being fucked until im crying? Wanna see me helpless and desperate and used by a whole group of people?” Your strokes along his shaft were interrupted as Ben wrapped his hand around your throat. “I really do,” he growled as he pushed you back onto your knees, “but I think I need to fuck you again, make sure you remember who really owns your cunt.”

Ben didn’t mention it again that week, though he barely let you out of his reach. He always got extra clingy and cuddly after you’d been reunited, surprising you with soft deep kisses and tight hugs at random. Always finding some reason to touch you, a hand on your back while you were standing at the stove, brushing fingers as you slipped past each other in the corridor, clutching your waist as he pulled you onto his lap while you played video games together. You figured he’d forgotten about your conversation now that the immediate heat and need for each other had been replaced with a softer desire to just be close. Not that you minded. You were happy to let that fantasy remain a fantasy, and if you were honest you hadn’t fully believed Ben when he suggested making it happen for real. Until he brought it up about a week and a half after his return.

You were watching TV, resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, when he spoke. “So I got a call from Lucy today, turns out in a couple weeks time the whole band will be in London. We’re planning on meeting up for a few drinks, something like that.” “Oh that’s so great Ben,” you said, pulling your eyes from the ad for bathroom cleaner you’d been mindlessly staring at and looking up at him, “Be nice to see everyone again, all at once.” “Yeah. Actually, I thought I might suggest they all come over here for dinner one night.” “That’s a wonderful idea.” “And, uh, if you were still interested, we could maybe give them all a chance to fuck you.” You choked, an exclamation of surprise catching in your throat. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” Ben said, almost laughing as he hurried to get you a glass of water. You glared at him through watery eyes as your coughing fit subsided, gulping down the water as soon as he’d handed it over. “What the fuck?” you rasped out once you were back in control of your voice. “I didn’t think you were going to choke. Just thought it’d surprise you. You alright?” “Yeah, fine. But what the fuck?” You grabbed the remote to mute the TV, a signal that you wanted Ben to take this conversation seriously. “It was just a suggestion,” he said with a half shrug, “You said you’d be interested in doing it.” “I am, I just.... They’re your friends Ben, wouldn’t it be kinda weird?” He shrugged again, “Maybe at first. But you said you’d be more comfortable if you knew the people involved. Well, you know them. And I trust them. It’s worth thinking about at least.” You paused, chewing your lip as you took in what he was saying properly, the original shock having passed. It did kind of make sense. “Would… would they be into it?” you said slowly. “I mean, I’d have to talk to them. But, yeah, I think so.” he shrugged slightly. “And you’d be okay with it?” “Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly. “Really? Ben it’s one thing to think about it while you get off or talk about in the abstract. It’s a whole other thing to actually watch your girlfriend having sex with other people, especially your friends.” you shifted in your seat, moving to kneel beside him and reaching out to stroke his cheek, “I don’t want you to do something you’re not fully comfortable with just to try and make me happy. It was my fantasy to begin with and I am totally okay with leaving it like that. Really think about this before you say anything else.” He reached up, taking your hand in his and tracing lines over the back of your fingers, “But I have thought about it. A lot. Kind of non-stop actually. And I want to do it, if you do.” “Really?” “Yes. Look, it’s not like there’s gonna be feelings involved. This isn’t making love on a bed of roses type stuff. I’m not gonna be watching you have a romantic night with anyone. I’m gonna watch you being treated like a living sex toy by multiple people. Probably join in a bit too. And you’re not the only one who can set boundaries. If there’s anything I don’t feel comfortable seeing happen I’ll let everyone know.” You opened your mouth to speak but Ben cut you off. “If you ask me ‘really?’ one more time,” he laughed, pulling you off your knees and onto his lap, “Y/N, I promise you I am more than okay with this. It might have been your fantasy but it was my suggestion to actually do it. If it was strangers involved it’d be different. But the guys? None of them are going to hurt you, they’ll all respect whatever rules we put in place, and they’ll make sure it’s fun.” Your eyes roamed over Ben’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort or unease but all you saw was a plea for trust. “Okay. Talk to them, see how they all feel about it. But if anyone isn’t into it, the dinner stays as just a dinner. Deal?” “Deal.” He rested his forehead against yours, “I love you.” You hummed, kissing him softly. “Love you too, Benny.”

Over the next week Ben talked to everyone individually, gauging their interest in the dinner party and any extra activities that may involve. Some were a little more hesitant than others but by the end of the week everyone was a hard yes. It made your stomach tighten every time you thought about it, anticipation and excitement and nerves building as you counted down the days. You and Ben worked out the rules, where lines would be drawn and where boundaries would lie to ensure the night was safe and fun for everyone involved. You collected supplies, discussed and re-discussed how everything would work as well as planning the actual dinner party aspect – food and drink and music. As the night got closer you found yourself more and more aroused, constantly wet, unable to think about anything else for too long. Ben for his part seemed just as affected by it as you were and you found yourselves naked together much more frequently than you’d expected to. Not once was it rough though. It was like the two of you were saving all your energy for the dinner party, spending the hours in bed having lazy, gentle sex, soft kisses and gasped names and whispered ‘I love you’s. By the time the actual night rolled around you were burning for something harder and faster, looking forward to being used and bruised.

Half an hour before everyone turned up you started to get ready. You’d been wearing your plug all day, at Ben’s suggestion, but it still made you shiver when you caught a glimpse of it as you were getting dressed, the sparkly jewel catching the light as you checked your reflection. The lingerie you’d picked out left very little to the imagination, a crotchless thong and matching sheer bra, the garter belt and stockings the most modest part of the outfit. You fixed your makeup, adding extra mascara and reapplying your lipstick knowing it would just end up smudged.

“They’ll be here in ten babe, you ready?” Ben asked as he knocked on the bedroom door. You took a deep breath, looking over yourself one last time before you left the room. The soft ‘wow’ Ben gave you made you giggle as he led you through your unit to the mixed living/dining room. You’d rearranged the furniture earlier, shifting the coffee table over to the wall which left space for you to kneel in front of anyone on the couch. The dinner table was already laid out for everyone, except you of course, a tray of champagne glasses waiting to be offered around. You headed towards the coffee table, running your hand along it as you checked all the toys were there. Some of them were things you’d used before, some were newly bought specifically for tonight. Each had been carefully considered between you and Ben, only those you were both completely comfortable with being put out.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you said as you headed to your position in the middle of the room. Ben grabbed the spreader bar off the coffee table, attaching the cuffs to your ankles, forcing you to stand with legs wide open. The butterflies in your stomach went wild, everything suddenly feeling more real. “You all good?” Ben asked as he stood back up. “I’m wonderful. You?” “Brilliant.” He flashed you a reassuring smile and pecked you on the lips before turning to pick up the ball gag and press it into your mouth. Your lips stretched around it as he adjusted the fastening at the back of your head. You nodded to show you were comfortable and he turned once more, reaching for the black bandana that was going to be your blindfold for the night. You wanted to touch yourself, relieve some of the pressure that had been building all day but Ben grabbed your hands, pulling them in front of you, palms up. You heard him walk away and then come back with the tray of drinks, placing it carefully on your upturned hands. “Okay, all set. I’m gonna go check the dinner but everyone should start arriving soon. See you afterwards.” You hummed your agreement as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His touch left you but he was still close by. You felt him lean into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he growled a final warning in the voice he reserved for dominating you. “Don’t drop the drinks, slut.”

You were left in almost silence. Your unit wasn’t huge but the kitchen was far enough away that the noise was muffled. Or maybe you were just so aware of how much being left alone in such a vulnerable position turned you on, that outside noise just wasn’t getting through as easily. It was just you and your pounding heart and your steadily growing arousal. Nothing to do but wait and hope your arms didn’t give out under the tray of glasses. You had no idea how long it had been. You’d had about ten minutes when you’d started being set up, surely that time would have passed by now. Saliva was beginning to dribble under the gag and over your lips, trickling slowly down your chin to drip onto your chest. You heard Ben come back into the room, heading towards the speakers he’d set up and beginning to play the mix he’d created, music turned down low so it filled the background without distracting. Still you waited, trying to focus on keeping the tray of drinks balanced. Then suddenly, the buzzer, shocking you slightly and making your heart race. Ben answered, giving whoever it was access to the building and moments later you heard talking at the door, listening intently for who had arrived. “Ben!” “Lucy, looking lovely as always.” A pause, “Rami, great to see you buddy. Head on in, grab a drink and have a look. No touching yet though, we’ve got some rules to go through once everyone’s here.” You heard footsteps, a pair of heels clicking over the floor and the duller noise of someone in flat shoes, getting closer. A girly giggle as two drinks were removed from your tray. You prayed it wasn’t going to change the balance and tip everything over. They were both quiet for a moment. You could feel their eyes on you, looking you up and down. “You know I half thought Ben was joking,” Rami said quietly making Lucy laugh. “Glad he wasn’t.” She said and you heard her heels again as she began walking around you slowly, taking in every inch of your helpless form, “She’s very pretty. Always thought Ben lucked out with her.” “Alright, Luce, keep it in your pants,” “Can’t help it. You know I can’t resist a helpless, restrained toy. And you have to admit she looks like she’ll be fun.” “She definitely does. Almost can’t believe it’s Y/N. She always seemed so sweet and not one for this sort of thing.” “Are you kidding? I knew she’d be into some kinky stuff the first time Ben introduced her to us.” “What? No way,” “Well okay, maybe not the instant I met her. You remember when we were at the restaurant with them, I went to the bathroom with her so I could chat to her, woman to woman, and I caught a glimpse of her wrist. There was a very clear mark that she was trying to hide, looked like it came from too tight handcuffs.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at the memory. God, if you’d known then that Lucy had worked out what you and Ben had got up to that morning, you would have died from embarrassment. But now all it did was turn you on more, heat pooling in your stomach. “God, see that?” Lucy suddenly exclaimed “See what?” “Right there, on the inside of her thigh,” “Oh my god, you’re right, she’s dripping.” The warmth of the oven spread through every room but you couldn’t suppress a shiver running down your spine as they both laughed, continuing to talk about you as if you weren’t there. You heard Ben walk back through the room as the buzzer rang a second time. The door opened and you said a silent thank you that Joe and Gwilym had arrived together, your arms already sore from holding them still for so long. Ben greeted them and told them the same thing he’d told Rami and Lucy – grab a drink, have a look, don’t touch. You were briefly forgotten as the two newcomers entered the room, everyone more focused on greeting each other until Joe asked where they’d got their champagne from. “She’s got them.” “Woah,” “Right?” “Is that really Y/N?” “Go on, have a closer look. She’s absolutely loving this.” “What d’you mean?” “She’s wearing crotchless panties and you can see she’s completely soaked.” “My god,” Your tray lightened again as another two drinks were removed from it. “Where’d Ben go?” “He said something about giving us a chance to have a look around. I assume he meant her.” “Hope he comes back soon, I’m itching to touch her.” “Jeez Luce, didn’t realise you’d be so into it.” “Well excuse me for getting into the spirit of it all.”

They kept talking, the conversation a mix of catching up and comments about you. When Ben came back, his footsteps audible beneath the chatter, he was met by dozens of questions though he wouldn’t answer anything about you straight away. Eventually he took the last glass, leaving you to hold the empty tray despite the ache in your arms, and tapped it with his fingernail to get everyone’s attention. “Sorry, don’t want to interrupt for too long” he said as everyone quieted down, “I just need your attention for a moment. There’s a few rules we need to cover before the fun can really start." He paused and you felt the energy of the room change, an electric current running through everyone as they focused on you and Ben. “Firstly, just to be clear, this has all been set up with Y/N’s consent. Everyone has agreed to participate but of course you aren’t obligated to, and if anything that happens makes you uncomfortable, please talk to me about it.” There was a brief murmur while Ben paused but once he started speaking again it stopped. “Y/N and I can stop the scene at any time. Our safe word is red but obviously it may not be possible for Y/N to speak throughout the night so she also has a safe signal, three slaps against something. It could be the floor or a wall or her own thigh or whatever, but three slaps or the word red means everything stops instantly. There shouldn’t be any need for us to use them though, if everyone follows the rules, which are, one: you can touch or fuck Y/N just about however you want, as long as there is no anal play. You may have noticed she’s wearing a plug tonight but her arse is off limits to anyone who isn’t me.” You whimpered softly behind the gag but Ben ignored you. “Two: For the boys specifically I guess, you are not allowed to finish in her cunt, but down her throat or over any other part of her is fine. Three: We expect some bruises and marks, especially if you choose to use some of the toys provided,” he gestured towards the coffee table, “but please nothing that will leave permanent scars, no burns or blood. Four: Degrading names are fine but stick with things like slut and whore and bitch, nothing too personal. And finally, on a slightly different though no less serious note, five: no forehead kisses or anything that has a romantic connotation. That one is less for her sake than mine. Everyone understand?” There was a chorus of yes’s in response before Ben spoke again. “Good. We trust you, it’s why we were comfortable setting this up and inviting all of you, but my main concern is keeping this fun and safe for everyone, especially for Y/N.” If it weren’t for the restraints and the desire to be good that had practically taken over your brain, you could have melted at the way he said your name. It carried the same weight as the words good girl or the ‘my’ in my slut. But before you had a chance to really appreciate it he’d moved on. “I promise, this is the last thing I’m gonna say. Tonight this is not the Y/N you all know. This is a toy who happens to look like her. She is an object, a breathing blow up doll, here for your entertainment, for you to talk about or talk to or to use however entertains you most. Her pleasure is not the priority. Now have fun.”

Everyone was still for a moment, not quite knowing how to start but then Lucy was coming towards you, the clacking of her heels almost ominous. “Can we get rid of the tray now? Maybe the blindfold too?” She asked. The general chatter started up again behind her but you focused on Lucy’s voice. “Sure thing,” Ben sounded more amused than anything, “You wanna leave her arms out or put them behind her back?” Ben took the tray and you let your arms drop, heavy with the strain of holding them up, a slight ache already in your shoulders. “Restrained I think” “Oi, Gwil, chuck us those handcuffs will you?” He called across the room before he turned back to Lucy, “I’ll give you the keys, Luce, let you decide how long she stays like that.” “Ben, you’ve just made my day,” They were both laughing as you felt your blindfold being tugged off and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. “Much better,” Lucy teased, standing right in front of you, her voice low and pouty, “now we can see those pretty eyes.” A familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling it behind your back, followed quickly by the other one as Gwilym joined Ben behind you and handed over the cuffs, the fluffy black cover in place to make it easier on your wrists. Lucy dragged her hand down the side of your face, distracting you from the two boys behind you. “Look at you, all dolled up for us. Don’t quite know where to start.” Her hand trailed lower, sliding along your jaw and down onto your neck. Your heart raced as the handcuffs clicked into place and Lucy opened her hand as if to choke you. Instead she lightly ran her thumb and fingers down the column of your throat, laying her hand flat once she reached your sternum. You jolted as Gwilym’s hands landed on your arse, grabbing you firmly and almost sending you toppling forward. Lucy continued to trail her hands down your body, squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. You wanted to beg for more, for them to stop teasing you, but the gag prevented you. All you managed to do was let more saliva drip onto your chest. “She’s got a nice arse, can see why you want to keep it to yourself,” Ben laughed, “Can’t expect me to share everything mate.” “Nice tits too,” Lucy said before she reared a hand back and brought it forward to slap one of them. You whined behind the gag, and Lucy’s face lit up. “Let’s hear that again.” Her hand rose up into the air as Ben grabbed your arms, holding you still as she brought it down on your other breast. You whined again, partly because of the slap and partly because of the way Gwilym’s fingers were sliding along your cunt. Every noise you made only served to cover you in more of your own spit. “You were right about how wet she is Lucy.” “Why don’t you bend her over and fuck her,” Ben said as he let go of your arms, “that’s what she’s here for and I can promise her cunt is just as good as her arse.” He gave you a final tap on the hip as he walked off, winking at you from over Lucy’s shoulder before joining Joe and Rami in their conversation.

The next thing you felt was Gwilym’s hand on your back pushing you to bend at the waist as he grabbed your bound arms where Ben had just let go. You looked up at Lucy as best you could, eyes wide at the sound of Gwilym’s zip being pulled down and the shuffle of his clothing. This was it. This was what you’d been secretly dreaming about for years, or close enough anyway. Lucy bent down slightly, bringing her face to your level as your hip was grasped hard by the man behind you. “She’s gagging for it Gwil, drooling everywhere.” That was the only encouragement Gwilym needed before he was sliding into you through the opening in your underwear, not giving you any time to adjust before he was fucking you hard and fast. The plug in your arse increased the fullness and tightness you felt and you squeezed your eyes shut as his hips snapped against you repeatedly. When you opened them Lucy was gone. Disappointment washed over you, compounded by the fact that Gwil was doing nothing to intentionally push you into an orgasm. His thrusts were forceful and made you whine around the gag but he wasn’t angled the right way to hit your g-spot and he refused to touch your clit. “Slow down for a minute would you Gwil, wanna get that gag off her.” Lucy was back, pulling Rami along by the hand. Gwilym adjusted his pace, slowing enough for Lucy to remove the ballgag from your mouth, a long string of spit dripping from your lips as it was thrown to the side. You gasped out, “thank you,” as Lucy ran her thumb over your chin, pushing the drool back up to your mouth. “Liked it better when you couldn’t talk. Rami, sweetie, why don’t you put her mouth to good use.” You whimpered as Rami released his cock and Lucy wrapped her hand around it, pumping a few times before she threaded her fingers through your hair to hold your head still. “Good girl, keep that mouth open nice and wide for us,” she cooed as Rami eased himself inside. He must have given Gwil some kind of signal that you’d missed, too focused on Lucy’s voice, because both of them began thrusting into you at the same time. This time Gwilym started slower, matching Rami’s pace as he worked himself down your throat, gradually speeding up again. Every noise you made in reaction to how Gwilym was fucking you was lost in a wet gag as your throat was used. Complete contrast to the slapping noises of Gwil’s hips against you and the grunts from both men. You knew they were both going to cum and that, at the rate you were going, you wouldn’t be just yet, and that only made you more desperate to touch yourself. It was very very rarely you’d been able to get off from penetration alone and though you tonight could potentially prove to be another of those times, it certainly wasn’t going to happen this quickly. Lucy must have sensed your need because she began to trail her fingertips down your back as she walked away from your head, eventually bringing her hand to your clit. You moaned as you finally felt some kind of relief, the sound muffled by the cock jammed down your throat. “So needy,” Lucy commented to no one in particular, laughing as she removed her fingers and heard you whine. And then she was back in front of you, sucking on the fingers she’d touched you with as she watched more saliva drip off your chin. “Oh, f-fuck,” you heard Gwilym grunt, his cock twitching as he slowed his hips and pulled out of you. You barely had time to register the sudden emptiness and increased desire before you felt him covering your lower back with his cum. He tapped your arse in appreciation and walked away. Lucy leaned in to whisper something in Rami’s ear and with another two thrust he was cumming too, making you swallow every drop before he fell from your lips and tucked himself away. “Think I need a stiff drink after that,” he said as he headed off to find something, leaving you alone with Lucy. You let out a breath as you stood up again, the ache between your legs stronger after Lucy’s much too brief touch. “Think I could use a top up too actually,” Lucy said as she looked around, “I’ll be back in a minute and then we’ll find another use for your mouth. You whimpered as Lucy walked away as well leaving you alone, unable to move properly, dripping and needy, back itchy where Gwilym’s cum had landed. You could see Lucy talking to Ben as he topped up her glass of champagne, Rami and Gwilym standing with them. Turning your head, you found Joe, standing at the table where you’d laid out the toys that you and Ben were open to people using on you. He picked up the leather paddle Ben liked to use when you needed a punishment, tapping it against his palm a few times. Your instinct was to squeeze your thighs together but the spreader bar prevented you. Instead you watched, holding your breath, as Lucy joined Joe. You could see them talking and laughing, Joe still tapping the paddle against his hand absentmindedly. And then they were both walking in your direction, still talking, Joe still holding that damn paddle. You swallowed hard.

As soon as Lucy was in front of you, she wrapped her hand around your throat again, squeezing slightly as she took a sip of her drink. “I checked with Ben, he said this was okay,” She brought her lips to yours. Your first thought was that they were softer than Ben’s. Your second was that she tasted like champagne and strawberry lip gloss. Your third was how much it hurt when she bit your lip and pulled it. “Had to know,” she shrugged, looking at Joe. “Hey, no complaints here,” “D’you want to uncuff her, or should I?” “I’ll do it, you keep making out,” Lucy giggled as she handed over the keys. “Uncuffing me?” you croaked; voice rough from a mixture of not talking and how your throat had been used. “Only because I want your fingers. Gonna use them and that pretty mouth to get me off.” You whimpered and heard a chuckle from behind you as your wrists were finally released. “She hasn’t even heard what I’m gonna do to her yet,” “I was gonna let that be a surprise Joe,” You rolled your shoulders, stretching the stiffness from them, and confessed that you’d already seen the paddle. Lucy tutted as she undid the clasp of your bra, dropping it to the floor as she turned towards the couch and fell into it gracefully, “Might have to blindfold you again after this. Can’t have you ruining any more of our surprises.” She crooked her finger at you and you awkwardly followed her, the spreader bar inhibiting your movement so that each small step drew everyone’s eye. When you were close enough to grab onto the couch for support you eased yourself to your knees and shuffled as close as you could get. Lucy raised her dress slightly, hooking her leg over your shoulder. You could feel the heel of her shoe resting on your back as you were drawn towards her still clothed pussy, a large wet patch proof of how much fun she’d had so far. You hooked your finger into her underwear, pulling it to the side, just as Joe began to speak to the room at large. Lucy’s hand in your hair kept you focused on her, kitten licking along her lips, as Joe began to take bets on how many spanks you could handle before you begged to stop. You weren't sure who said which number, everyone’s voices bleeding into each other as they argued and defended their bets. The lowest you heard was a pitiful five, the highest you were sure came from Ben who put his money on twenty. After all, he knew he’d reached that with you before. You tried to keep your tongue on Lucy as the talk died down again and the nerves rose in your chest, everyone waiting for the first strike. The was a pause, almost silent, and then the paddle came down against your arse, splitting the air with a sharp slap followed by a chorus of voices counting the first strike. You let out a small hiss as you relaxed back into Lucy, drawing a gasp from her as you circled your tongue around her clit. You were a little more prepared for the second spank now that you had an idea of how Joe moved, how forceful his first one had been. It only made you jolt forward, your hitched breath covered by everyone calling out two! The spanks with the paddle came faster and harder as they progressed, making you gasp into Lucy’s cunt as you continued to lick along her folds, gradually adding your fingers one at a time. By the time they’d reached ten spanks you were fighting back tears, three fingers pumping in and out of Lucy, trying to distract yourself from the sting in your arse by listening to the moans and sighs falling from her lips every time you curled your fingers and lapped at her wetness. You could tell she was getting close, rhythmically clenching round your fingers, her heel digging into your back as you took yet another hit. You sucked Lucy’s clit into your mouth as you pressed your fingers in deep, curling them and making her moan. It didn’t take much more than that to have her cumming, though the way you whined as Joe spanked you again probably helped push her over the edge. You let her ride the orgasm out on your fingers, licking up her release until she pushed you away and let her leg drop from your shoulder. As soon as you were free you felt another spank, this one hard enough to push a sob from your throat and tears from your eyes. Everyone yelled out the number thirteen and you braced yourself for another.

You finally broke, crying out to stop at number twenty-two. Mascara stung your eyes and left black lines down your cheeks in the wake of tears you couldn’t stop. As chatter filled the room once more, discussing your performance and claiming Ben shouldn’t win any money since he clearly knew how long you’d last, you heard footsteps approach. Ben’s hand was warm against the back of your head and for a moment you let yourself drop out of the scene, leaning your forehead against his leg and breathing deep to control your tears. “Hey, that wasn’t too much was it?” Joe asked, eyes flicking between you and Ben. “No, not at all. Y/N knew how much she could take and you stopped when she said so.” “Okay, good. Just wanted to check. You seemed a little tense towards the end there.” “Mate, you’re fine. Just not the easiest thing to watch my girlfriend in that position when I’m not the one controlling how hard or how often she gets hit.” “Yeah, Joe, that was great,” you said, looking up at him through watery eyes, “Broke my record.” “And won me fifty quid,” “Good luck getting everyone to pay up,” he chuckled. For the briefest of moments, it felt like the three of you were just hanging out, joking around over a beer down the pub, until Ben leaned down to ask if you were alright to continue. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels and hissing slightly as they came into contact with your red, stinging arse. Even the pain wasn’t enough to dull the ache between your legs. “Then why don’t you be a good whore and give Joe a proper thank you,” he turned to leave, stopping long enough to tell Joe not to be afraid to be rough. “Well come on, thank me. Haven’t got all night,” Joe towered over you as you hurried to unzip his pants, setting his cock free as you slid them down over his hips. You wrapped your hand around him, thankful to be able to use your hands, as you leaned in to drag your tongue over his tip, collecting the precum that had already begun to accumulate. Clearly he’d enjoyed spanking you. From the way he bucked his hips as you took him between your lips, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, you’d say he enjoyed it quite a lot. He let you set your own pace, bobbing your head as you took him deeper before pulling off him entirely, pumping your hand over his length. Your own need was too much to ignore and you trailed your free hand over your thigh, desperate for some sort of relief. You didn’t get very far though before Joe noticed. “Didn’t say you could do that,” he says as he knocks your hand away with his foot. “Please, Joe, need to cum so bad,” “Things like you don’t need anything. You just want it. Maybe you can convince me though.” He pushed on the back of your head and you took the hint, taking him back into your mouth. He left his hand resting lightly on your head but you could feel the weight of it, aware of how easy it would be for him to hold you down and make you choke. It did nothing to alleviate your desire. “That’s better,” he grunted as you hollowed your cheeks. You picked up the pace, the mere possibility of an orgasm spurring you on. He let out a string of muttered curses as you let him sink deeper, reaching up with your free hand to squeeze his balls lightly. You looked up at him when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, eyes meeting as he snapped his hips towards you, making you gag. When he brought his other hand to your hair you knew you weren’t in control anymore. All you could do was brace your hands on his thighs and try to relax your throat as he thrust into you again and again, heedless of your comfort, your breath, your choked moans. You knew he was getting close by the way he sped up, grunting as he held you down. And then he was out of your throat, covering your chest with his cum while you desperately sucked air into your lungs. You were still gasping when he pulled you back to your feet. He lazily trailed his fingers down your stomach, stopping right before he reached where you wanted him most. “Joe, please,” “No. Didn’t convince me. But maybe someone else will take pity on you.” He withdrew his hand, walking away.

Once again you were going to take matters into your own hands when you were stopped, this time by Ben who was clearly keeping a close eye on you. “Uh uh uh, that’s not allowed.” he said as he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your dripping cunt, “if you don’t play along properly we’ll have to stop the game, and then you definitely won’t get to cum.” You whined as he pulled the black bandana from his pocket and tied it round your eyes again. “Didn’t expect you to lose this so quickly, let’s see how long it lasts before Lucy takes it off again.” You nodded, vision removed once more. “Now, are you going to be good or should I tie your hands up again?” “I’ll be good.” “Good. Can’t have you misbehaving in front of everyone.” He gave your arse a swat, making you whimper, as he walked off, leaving you alone and unable to see. It didn’t last long, the being alone part at least. One of the guys, you couldn’t tell who, trailed his fingertips over your collarbone, raising goose bumps and making your breath quicken. He remained quiet, giving you no hint to his identity, as he moved up your neck, fingers coming to rest where it met your jaw. He tilted your head to the side as he leaned in to attach his lips to your skin. You could feel your pulse beating hard under his tongue, a moan dropping from your lips as he kissed his way down your throat. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder before he left chuckling at the way you’d cried out. About a minute passed and then another set of hands were on you, rougher than the last. He, whoever he was, grabbed your wrist pulling your hand out so he could spit into your palm before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

This was exactly how your fantasies normally went – just you and a series of anonymous people using your body however they wanted, rutting into your hand, squeezing your throat as they pinched and pulled your tits, bending you over so they could shove their cock into your mouth or examine the bruises forming on your arse. You could hear snatches of conversations as you were pulled around by numerous hands, never quite sure who was touching you at any given time. On your left you could hear Joe telling someone about the road trip he went on with some friends last month. The juxtaposition of such a casual conversation while you were being fingered to within an inch of your life made your head spin. It was the third time you’d heard the story during the night. Right before he got to the part about almost being left in a truckstop bathroom you heard the familiar click of Lucy’s heels. She was the only one you were certain of when she came close. Well, her and Ben – you had no trouble picking his footsteps or scent from everyone else’s. Perhaps you could have worked out the others except that thinking was becoming harder to do. Your body was covered in splatters of cum at various stages of drying, making you itch, your arse smarted, and you felt like if you didn’t cum soon you were going to combust. You’d been close more times than you could count but never quite got there before those who were fucking you pulled out and left you with their cum straining your underwear or dripping from your lips. You moaned as the fingers still pumping into you sped up. “C’mon Gwil, be nice and let her cum, she looks desperate,” So that was who was tormenting you at the moment, Gwilym was the reason you’d been saying nothing but the word please for the last three minutes. “Think you mean pathetic,” he made no move to alter his pattern “Well if you wont, I will,” her fingers drifted down towards your clit, circling you slowly as Gwilym continued finger fucking you. It only took a few seconds for her to have you moaning out your release, coating both their hands in your juices as you rode the orgasm for as long as they let you. “Thank you,” you said breathlessly as both of them removed their hands from you. Gwilym tapped his fingers against your lips until you let him push them into your mouth. Leaning into your ear he softly said, “I’m going to fuck you again before the night’s done. Properly.” You heard him retreat but then Lucy was grabbing your hand, placing it between her own legs. “Fair’s fair.” She was wet, her cunt welcoming you with a squeeze as you let two fingers slide into her. You began to build a steady pace, searching for that spot that would make her knees buckle. She threw her arms over your shoulders for support as you added a third finger, her nails digging into you as you let your thumb land on her clit. Her moans were muffled by your neck as you pushed her closer to her release, curling your fingers and stroking until she came on shaking legs. “I’m going to have to ask Ben if I can borrow you for a night. Chain you to my bed and play with every inch of you until I can’t cum anymore.” You lost track of how long you’d stood there, being repositioned over and over. Sometimes you had less than a second before one cock was replaced by another, sometimes you were left alone for what felt like hours, listening for any hint of someone approaching but only hearing the conversations happening around you.

When Ben announced that dinner was ready everyone moved toward the table, replacing chairs they’d moved around during the night, a couple of people giving you a last squeeze or slap as they passed. Ben knelt down to release your feet and you almost collapsed against him as he led you towards your designated seat. It was one of the chairs taken from the table everyone sat at, pulled off to the side so you were still within view without being the center of attention. He pulled your arms behind the chair, securing you in place with the handcuffs so you couldn’t move. You could smell the roast Ben had spent the afternoon preparing, along with all the accompanying sides that you’d helped him make. “Is Y/N not eating with us then?” Lucy asked. “Toys don’t need to eat,” “She’s probably full anyway,” Joe said matter-of-factly, “y’know, from how much she’s swallowed tonight.” There were snorts of laughter amongst the tinkling sounds of cutlery and glasses, followed by the melodic buzz of talking, sometimes discussions that involved the whole table, sometimes just kept between two or three people. Occasionally you heard your name mentioned making you jump and focus on the conversation. More often than not it was Ben mentioning you in passing as he talked about the day trip you’d taken to the beach last week or something else equally mundane. But the few less innocent comments you heard made you squirm. Hearing Rami describe how incredible your tits were was enough to have you whimpering, and hearing Gwil talk about how hot you sounded when you came had you clenching your thighs together in your chair. “Fuck, look at her now,” Joe said, accompanied by the sound of someone shifting their chair for a better look, followed by a louder, “you alright?” directed towards you. You whined, knowing you sounded completely desperate but beyond caring, as you tried to get some sort of relief. “Needy whore,” “Wants to be fucked some more,” said with an accompanying laugh. “Someone should do it. Dinner and a show.” “Nah, let her squirm a bit longer,” “If you boys are quite done, I think I have an idea,” “She’s all yours,” You whimpered as Lucy pushed her chair back, listening as the sound of her shoes went past you and then returned a few seconds later. You got a whiff of her perfume, floral and sweet, as she leaned down, hands resting on your thighs. You could feel something pressed between her palm and your leg but couldn’t work out what it was, not with her talking to you so softly, her breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver through you. “You wanna cum again, don’t you? Poor thing.” All you could do was nod, whimpering out a soft, “please.” You were already trembling as she knelt between your legs, caressing your thighs softly before she hooked her fingers into the band of your thong and slid it off you. She lifted one of your legs onto her shoulder so she could push the unknown object into you before she let your leg drop back down and stood up again. You were panting, unsure why she’d teased you so, as she took her seat again. “What’d you do, Luce? Nothing happened,” Rami barely finished speaking when you felt the egg vibrator come to life and a small oh slipped out of your mouth. The vibration increased sending you hurtling towards the orgasm you so badly wanted. You clenched your legs together as you moaned through your release, Lucy reducing the power of the vibrator as you came down. You had maybe five seconds to compose yourself before it was being turned back up again, pulling a string of moaned expletives from you as you fell into another orgasm much more quickly than you ever had before. “There’s your show,” Lucy laughed over your whines as your sensitivity grew. “Pass me the controller for a minute,” Joe said, “how do you use it?” “Just spin that wheel, up makes it vibrate more,” “Like this?” You jerked in your chair as it got stronger, whimpering when he turned it down again. “Oh, easy. Think I’m a little scared of you now Luce.” There was laughter as you tipped over the edge again.

They didn’t let up until they’d had their fill, finishing their dinner to the sound of your heavy panting and moaned requests to stop as you unsuccessfully tried to squirm away from the constant vibrations. The controller was passed from person to person, each one changing the settings according to their own whim. For a while you were left with a low-level buzzing as the controls sat by Gwil’s plate, untouched, giving you as much respite as you could hope for under the circumstances. But then it was back in the hands of Joe who delighted in making you scream as he turned it up high. By the time everyone had eaten their last bite and complimented the meal, the controls were in Ben’s hands. If you’d hoped for leniency, for a kind word of praise as he set you free, you’d hoped wrong. Ben did halt the vibrator, turning it off as he walked towards you and removed your blindfold again, but he also twisted his hand through your hair so he could tug your head up, forcing you to look at the table. Four pairs of eyes were fixed on you as Ben spun the controls to the highest possible setting, watching as your hips bucked and your back arched as much as your bound position would allow you. You couldn’t even scream as you came again, your voice catching in your throat as all the air was pushed from your lungs at once. When he was satisfied with your performance, Ben turned it off and reached between your legs to pull the egg from you, pocketing it as he began collecting dirty dishes with the help of an insistent Lucy, leaving you twitching in the chair. You closed your eyes for a second in an attempt to settle your pounding heart, opening them to find Rami standing in front of you. “I know you lost count of how many orgasms you just had,” he said softly as he kneeled between your legs, “but I’m going to take another one from you.” He pushed your legs wider, probing at your entrance with two fingers as he rubbed your clit with his other hand. You didn’t think you could cum again but his unhurried movements built you up despite how sensitive you felt. He watched your every reaction as he changed the angle of his fingers until he found your gspot. You shook as you tipped over the edge again, unable to resist his steady strokes. “Good girl, knew you had another one for me.” he said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

“What do you think Rami?” Joe asked as he and Gwilym approached. “What do I think about what?” “Best way to play with a girl’s nipples,” “Oh, I guess, like this,” Rami reached out with one hand, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers before tugging it away from your body, making you loudly whine. “Is that really your favourite way?” “It’s a classic. Simple. Easy to control. You can add a twist,” he twisted your nipple until you tried to jerk away, “for a little extra pain if she’s into that.” Joe scoffed, “You cannot beat sucking on a nipple. It’s clearly the best way,” he lowered his head to your chest, his breath fanning out over your sensitive nipple as he moved closer. He took it into his mouth, tracing his tongue around it and sucking gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, releasing a soft moan at how good it felt until he suddenly clamped his teeth down, making you wince. “See? Nothing beats a little bit of tongue and teeth. Well okay Gwil, since you clearly disagree, you wanna demonstrate for the class?” “I don’t necessarily disagree. It just depends on what you want to achieve.” Joe raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, inviting Gwilym to go on. “Well if you want her to moan then yeah, either of your methods is great. But if you’re looking for something a little more painful, maybe more of a punishment, you can’t beat the flick.” Without any warning he dropped his hand towards your other nipple, flicking it quickly, making you jolt. “It’s especially good if you surprise them with it after you’ve been fairly gentle. And the more you do it, the more it hurts.” “Show me again?” Gwilym repeated his flicking motion on both your nipples at once, and then again, each one sending a shock of pain through your chest. You whimpered as his fingers were replaced by Rami’s on one nipple and Joe’s on the others, both testing the flick for themselves. “Okay, that’s pretty good.” “I’ll expect your cheques in the mail soon,” “Wonder what Ben thinks,” Joe said, heading off to find out, followed by Rami. Gwilym stayed behind. “What say we get you out of those cuffs now?” Gwil said as he picked up the keys from where Ben had left them near you. You nodded, expecting there to be a catch, but he leant down behind you and unlocked your restraints without another word. You brought your arms to your front, rolling your wrists, but didn’t have time for anything else before he was dragging you from the chair to the table and pushing you down over it. “Told you I was gonna fuck you again.” Your nails scratched over the smooth surface of the table, looking for something to cling on to as he bottomed out. The best you could manage was to grasp the side of the table, knuckles turning white and plea for him not to stop, as he fucked you. You clenched around him, reaching your peak and falling into an underwhelming orgasm right as he pulled out of you. Before you could stand up again he was pulling you backwards and pushing you to your knees. “Mouth,” he grunted and you had a few seconds to register the way Gwilym was pumping his fist over his cock before he was coating your lips and chin. You had just enough time to swallow what you could lick up before Rami pushed his cock between your lips. It took you by surprise, not having realised the others had returned but you tried to stay relaxed as he thrust into your mouth a couple of times before Joe replaced him. Your hands flew up to grasp their shafts as you alternated between them, sucking one as you jerked the other. Suddenly your hair was being tugged on as Lucy spun your head towards her. She used her free hand to remove her underwear and you obediently leaned in to suck her clit, still jerking Joe and Rami. Lucy pushed you closer to her, your nose nudging her clit as your tongue wandered lower, pulling a few softly spoken expletives from her. You felt like you’d just found the perfect rhythm to please the three of them when you were grabbed under your arms and pulled away. You were dropped on your feet in front of Ben, who sat on the couch. He spun you round and you squealed as he swatted your still sore arse but you bent over for him all the same, trying to relax as he carefully removed the plug he’d wiggled into you that morning. The lube was cold as he squirted a generous amount onto you, using his fingers to make sure you were ready before he pulled you backwards, spreading your cheeks as you slowly sunk down onto him. “Breath,” he said into your ear and you realised you’d been holding your breath, “You good?” “Mmhmm,” you tilted your head back, eyes closed as the stretch settled into a deep fullness. Ben leaned into the back of the couch, almost lying down, and you felt your legs being spread. You barely had time to react to Rami plowing into your cunt, the moan getting caught in your throat as Joe filled your mouth with his cock. Somewhere to your left you could hear Gwilym and Lucy laughing about you being sealed airtight but the joke barely registered in your brain, much too concerned with how incredibly full you were. Joe timed his thrusts to match Rami’s, the force making you rock on Ben’s cock even as he stayed relatively still. Your eyes fluttered shut, stray tears clinging to your eyelashes as you tried not to let the mix of sensations overwhelm you. You felt the couch dip a little as Lucy knelt beside you, grabbing your hand and placing your fingers at her entrance. She rocked against your hand, chasing the release she’d been close to getting from your tongue. Gwil grabbed your other hand, wrapping it around his cock, but you hardly noticed his rutting as Ben suddenly thrust up into you. Your whole body felt hot, a fire spreading through you as you were fucked from every angle, a fuzz settling in your brain as the pleasure took over. You shook as an orgasm rolled through you, Rami pulling out of you and jerking himself off onto your tits. As soon as Rami stepped back Joe took his place, pushing deep into you as Lucy brought your head to her chest. She arched her back into you as you sucked a nipple into your mouth. Joe and Ben were so in sync as they thrust in and out of you, filling you more completely than you’d ever felt before. “Fuck,” Joe grunted as he pulled out of you, cumming over your stomach. You whined as Lucy pushed three fingers into your overly sensitive cunt, your head being pulled away from her breasts so Gwil could fuck your throat. Your own choked moans echoed in your ears as your whole body buzzed and your vision slipped in and out of focus. You felt like you were floating between them, unable to find anything real to cling on to or ground you. You were vaguely aware of Lucy’s rapidly increasing ohs as she rubbed her clit and reached her own release on your hand. She continued to pump her fingers into you, curling them until you were seeing stars. The moan you made around Gwil’s cock had him cursing as he filled your mouth with his cum, watching it drip over your lips as he pulled out. You hastily sucked in a breath of air, it going some way to making you feel less lightheaded, but the breath was quickly pushed from your lungs again as Ben grasped your hips and began to slam you down on his cock repeatedly. It didn’t take him long to reach his own climax, pulling out as he released his load so that it dripped down between your legs.

You still felt floaty and dizzy as Ben picked you up and lay you down on the couch with a pillow under you head. “She’s done guys,” he said to the rest of the group, nodding his head to the table as an invitation to join him. Everyone stayed a little while longer, sitting around and talking over coffee and cake like it was a regular dinner party, like they hadn’t just collectively fucked you into a different realm. You stayed curled up on the couch, dozing on and off as you gradually got the buzzing in your body to stop. Your dazed state stretched on as everyone left, snatches of goodbyes floating to you from the doorway. When you thought back a week later you could distinctly remember hearing Gwilym say he’d love to do that again if you were ever going to repeat the experience. Once the door was shut and the music stopped, Ben knelt down by your head, brushing your hair away from your face. “Y/N?” He said softly. You blinked your eyes open and smiled up at him. “That was fun,” you felt groggy and tired but you laughed as Ben pulled you into a tight bear hug, “You shouldn’t hug me Ben, I’m covered in cum and smudged makeup and lube and whatever else, gonna ruin your clothes.” “Clothes shmothes. As if I’m not gonna hug you after that. You were fucking incredible.” You buried your face in his neck, breathing deeply. “How do you feel?” “Like I need a shower.” “How about a bath?” “Even better.” Ben kissed the top of your head before he let you go, wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you to the bathroom. You picked up a facecloth as Ben ran the bath, using it to clean the mascara tear tracks and smudged lipstick from your cheeks and chin. “Let me help,” Ben said softly, dropping to his knees and unhooking your stockings from the garter belt, sliding both down your legs and throwing them into the laundry hamper. You ruffled his hair in gratitude, the tiredness you felt only getting more pronounced as the seconds slipped by. The tub wasn’t full but you needed to sit down, carefully stepping over the edge and easing yourself into the hot water. Ben quickly shed his own clothes, adding them to the hamper, and climbed in behind you. You stayed sitting just long enough to turn the water off before the tub overflowed, and then leaned back against Ben. “How do you feel?” he asked again as he picked up your soap and washcloth, “now that you’re in a bath I mean.” “Tired and a little sore. And kinda feel like crying but I’m not sure why.” He ran the washcloth along your shoulder and down your arm, beginning to scrub your skin clean. “Well I’ve booked you in for a massage tomorrow afternoon, so that should help with the sore. As for the tired, I am gonna make you stay awake a little longer, but you can relax while I take care of you and you can sleep in tomorrow.” “And the random crying?” “Just your brain rebalancing. It was flooded with a bunch of endorphins and different emotions. Cry as much as you need to, it’s cathartic and it’ll make you feel better.” You nodded, tilting your head back to look at him, “did you have a good time?” “Absolutely. That was so unbelievably hot. Definitely gonna keep me going next time I’m away,” You both laughed softly as he gently pushed you forward so he could wash your back. He pushed your hair out of the way and traced his finger over a mark on your shoulder. “You got a few souvenirs from tonight,” “Is that the bitemark?” “Yeah. Do you know who left it?” “Not really. At the time I thought it might be Rami but I’m not sure. What else have I got?” “Couple red spots where people slapped you. Quite a few scratches.” “Lucy,” you both said at the same time with a chuckle. Ben kept talking to you as he shampooed and conditioned your hair and while he wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. He kissed you on the forehead again and told you to go hop into bed, that he’d be with you in a moment. “And don’t go to sleep yet either. I’ll be quick.” You did as he asked, having just enough energy to slip into one of his tee shirts and a fresh pair of undies before hopping under the covers. You snuggled down deep, closing your eyes as your head landed on the pillow, ignoring Ben’s request to stay awake. But, try as you might, sleep wouldn’t come. Your body was too amped up, still kind of horny despite everything, leaving you simultaneously dead tired and wide awake. Sitting up again you reached for your laptop, figuring you might as well watch some Netflix or something. And then the tears started, virtually out of nowhere. When Ben came back, in fresh pyjamas straight from the clean washing yet to be put away, he found you hunched over, clutching your knees to your chest and crying uncontrollably. He placed the items he was carrying down on his bedside table before he joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you leaned into his chest. He rubbed your back and mumbled soft words of praise until you managed to stop. “Sorry,” you said as you wiped at your eyes, “it just hit me,” “Nothing to apologise for babe, I told you to let it out. Do you feel better?” “A bit, yeah,” “Here, brought you something,” he handed you a glass of water and a plate of food, everything from the dinner you’d been unable to eat, put aside especially for you, “wanted to make sure you ate something and drank some water before you slept,” You nodded already biting into a warm potato. “What d’you want to watch?” “Don’t care, as long as I don’t have to think.” He picked an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine at random. You’d both seen it before so it wouldn’t matter if you fell asleep while it played but it was funny enough to keep you entertained as your brain and body relaxed. After you’d finished eating Ben offered you a row from a block of chocolate claiming it’d help your body balance itself and feel more normal. You didn’t know if that was true but you ate it regardless. Finally he was ready to let you settle down. He got up to turn the light off as you packed away the laptop and once again snuggled down under the covers. You hissed slightly as he slid in behind you, coming into contact with your bum. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, should have got a cold compress on that earlier,” “‘s alright. Do it tomorrow, it’ll be fine.” your eyes were much too heavy to be worried about how you’d bruise. Ben agreed, pulling you against his chest carefully. “I love you Y/N, so much,” he said softly as he leaned his head against your neck. You were already asleep.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #borhap cast smut #borhap cast imagine #rami malek x reader #lucy boynton x reader #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee x reader #my writing #(it took a little longer than 10 mins to get up #cause i had some problems with formatting #but its here #its long (maybe too long lmao)#its filthy #god how did i get here?

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queenmylovely · 3 years ago

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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!

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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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#I'm really impressed with myself that this is only 324 and yet it says so much #it helps that its part of a little series tho lmao #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap boys #borhap cast #bohemian rhapsody x reader #borhap x reader #gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #blurb #fluff #smut #ish #qml december 21 #aerynwritesdc21

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mistymazzello · 4 years ago

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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

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagine #gwil #gwilym lee alphabet #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee headcanon #gwilym lee smut #borhap boys x reader #borhap boys imagine #borhap cast #fan fiction

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cupboardzllo · 4 years ago

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being a babie with mazzello | hc

a/n : HIIII welcome back to my writing! I miss all of ya so much :-] the other day i was hit with this thought of just being ababie arpund joe so here's a hc about that. Also, i wanna thank y'all for sticking with me when i was unactive several days ago...it means a lot to me!

also, i'm Chloe! Figured i will reveal my name after a while. People call me coco or cookie sometimes, so...let's be friend, i guess?

anyway, enjoy this hc!! ♡

•••

so we all know about the virus, honestly i think i'm the latest person to write about this

but joe freaking mazzello 'course cannot stay sane that long without you, his 24/7 childhood best friend

so he asked you to move in with him when the whole quarantine thingy started

"Come on!!! You will have the world-famous, fanfastic dino-shaped pancakes by Chef La Mazzello every morning, (Y/N)."

that was his effort to persuade you

of course you said yes

"Fine, but it's only because of the pancakes."

no (Y/N) we ALL know it's because you're head over heels for him!!!

moving-in day

it's not the first time you've stayed at his house

but you were pretty nervous with the idea of living with him, everyday, him seeing you without any makeup, or anything

ESPECIALLY your habits of cleaning products...you tend to use baby shampoo and soaps

when you put your johnson baby wash in his bathroom, Joe frowned

"Whose baby is staying here?."

you stuttered, "uhh...it's weird, but, it's mine...dONT LAUGH OKAY JOE-"

too late

joe's dying on the floor

(((((bathroom floor))))

"(Y/N) yOU'RE AN ADULT."

you tickled him as an escape of your embarassment, feeling shy

"OKAY STOP STOP I'M SORRY!," he laughed

then ruffled your hair

"Even if you use dog shampoo, i'd still.."

you freezed

what's he going to say?!

joe took a moment before finishing his sentence

"....m-make yOU DINO-SHAPED PANCAKES! come on, (Y/L/N)! let's unpack your clothes after this."

then he went out of the bathroom

leaving you

red

and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack

grocery shopping with joe

on some days, joe (and you) is waAY to lazy to make efforts to eat

but at the same time you guys are hella hungry

so you guys order the classic chinese take-outs, or pizza maybe

but also in some days, you will go out grocery shopping with him and buy ingredients for dinner (with masks of course, wear your masks everyone!!!)

joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products

like milk

dairy-free milk because we all don't want joe screaming

anyways

Joe also grabs some chips

and snacks

then there's you grabbing baby snacks

gerber

happy baby

teethers cookies

all the good stuff

"Why..are you???????"

"Stop shaming my snacking behaviour!!! It's good okay,,," you said then running into another aisle

leaving mazzello

grinning

like that joe smile we all love

"Gosh, such a cutie..." he mumbled, then pushing the cart, following you

also he paid for the groceries even though you insisted to pay

ugh i love him

dinner time with joe

joe's not actually the worst italian chef

but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy

you guys were cooking baked spaghetti that night, and thankfully it went okay

joe almost spilled the whole sauce from the pan but luckily you were there to stop him

so while waiting for the food to cook

joe decided to play some music off of his phone

and guess what he played

nope

not queen songs

BABY SHARK

the first verse came and you were laughing out loud

"Joe what the fuck???? What is thiiiis?."

joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves

drop it like it's hoooooot-

"Aw come on baby (Y/L/N), bABY SHARK DOO DOO DO DO-"

so you joined him

AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES

yeah the clapping hands thingy

you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating

Joe picked you up with his arms

you were a laughing mess and tried to get out of his grip when you both fell into his couch

you on top of him

and him under you

"....joe?"

for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you

and he reached you cheek

DING!

the oven dings

joe shuffled and you quickly stood up

"I'll check it!," you said while running to the kitchen

SIS your heart was POUNDING because was he going to kiss you????

joe was also a blushing mess

"mazzello you dumb...," he whispered while rubbing his face

then chased you into the kitchen

dinner went a bit awkward

because you both are dumb dorks

but it went over and you guys washes dishes together then got ready for bed

bedtime!!!!

Joe does have a guest room in his house

but he said that the room is currently unavailable

under the following reasons of

"it's messy," and "it has a lot of stuff in it!." "my room's more spacious."

he really just want to have you with him in his bed (Y/N) come on!!!!

so you agreed to sleep with him

because of course you also can't wait to cuddle with him

ehm okay moving on so

you changed into your pajama

and it has gudetama patterns

joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes

"I swear (Y/N), you're a baby trapped in an adult's body."

you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him

joe was scrolling his instagram, and you were checking out your emails

joe then pulled you closer to him

"You're cold, you need more warmth from me," he said, as an excuse

you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder

you did not realize it, but you were feeling sleepy and slowly you lulled off on his chest

joe waS SO hAPPY AND IS A BLUSHING MESS I TELL YOU

because this is exactly the thing he loved the most about you

the domestic side of you, your bare face and your sleepy figure

he turned off the lights as careful as possible

he don't want his baby to wake up

he cuddled you closer and realized

this is what he wanted to see before he's off to the clouds

so let's all hope the man will gain the courage to ask you out

because he can't wait to give you

his baby

more warmth every night :-)

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hearts-hunger · 4 years ago

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Absolutely Divine || Lucy Boynton x Reader

Read on AO3 here ♡

Summary: Unbeknownst to either of you, you and Lucy have both been thinking of each other long before this party you find yourselves stuck at. Finding a good place to hide away proves helpful in getting both of you to admit your feelings, as well as letting you act on them for the first time.

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut! Porn without plot! Lots of wlw tenderness!!!!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!) also, no beta, we die like men

A/N: I haven’t written anything in literally months but uh Miss Lucy Boynton owns my ass and thinking about her got me so hot and bothered I wrote a whole fic about it. Her power.......... anyways, enjoy! It’s kind of sweet and tender as well as being 90% sex, so I hope it’s a good read :) Shoutout also to Brent Faiyaz, whose music makes a great smut-writing soundtrack.

“Well, this party is an absolute bore.”

You made room on the loveseat as Lucy sat down next to you, the blush-colored tulle of her dress flouncing out in front of her. She took a sip from her glass of champagne, leaving a kiss mark on the rim that held your attention for longer than it should have.

“Nobody catch your eye?” you asked, studying her profile in the dim golden light. You’d found a cosy study in the house the huge, glamorous party was hosted in, and the full decanters of whiskey and the fire in the grate made it the perfect spot to hide out for the night.

She laughed. “No, not quite. Rami and the boys are all drunk and dancing, you know, tearing up the dance floor, and I would have joined them for a little bit of entertainment if these shoes weren’t so damn painful.”

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her sparkly high-heels. “And then I couldn’t find you anywhere, darling,” she said, moving her hand to clasp yours. She gave you a sweet smile. “I missed you. So I thought I’d try and find you and see what you were up to.”

You smiled back. “Just taking a breather,” you said. “My shoes are killing me too.”

“God, but they’re adorable,” she said, glancing down at your stilettos with ribbon crossing around your ankles. They suited your dress, a strapless red number, but they were a nightmare to wear for very long.

“They must be awful to wear, though,” she said. She tilted her head back to get the dregs of the drink, her gorgeous neck just begging to be kissed; you blushed and shook your head to clear it. She set the glass down on the floor and got off the couch; you felt a fleeting sense of disappointment until you realized she was getting to her knees in front of you instead of leaving, like you’d thought.

You bit your lip; just the sight of her in front of you, being able to move so easily between your legs, made you bite back a moan.

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me take them off for you.”

You hesitated, a dreadful part of you wishing she meant something other than your shoes. When she gave you a stern look that quickly changed into a smile, you blushed and did as she said.

“There’s nobody to catch my eye anyway,” she said, continuing the conversation you’d left off earlier as she reached under the hem of your dress and started to untie the ribbon. Her fingers glanced over your skin and you had the foolish thought that maybe this is what Victorian maidens felt like, scandalously showing their ankles. “My attention is fully accounted for, thank you very much.”

You felt a spark of jealousy and instantly chided yourself. “Oh yeah?” you ventured. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She met your eyes and gave you a mischievous grin. “Who said it was a guy?”

Oh. Well, you’d always wondered; you tried to tamp down the flutter of excitement in your chest.

She finished with the first shoe, gently slipping it off and setting it aside. She started on the second one and had to bend closer to see the knot in the bow, giving you a lovely view of her decolletage; you blushed furiously and tried to look anywhere else.

“There we go,” she said, straightening as she finished untying the ribbon and took your other shoe off to join the other one on the floor. You chanced looking back at her, having been studying the ceiling and trying not to think of how much you’d like to take her dress off of her, and found her giving you a cheeky smile.

“You’re a little flushed, lovely,” she said. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Um, it’s - I’m just a little warm.”

To your surprise she started to trail her fingers further up under the hem of your dress, slowly, giving you time to move away. You couldn’t do anything but draw in a strained breath, feeling her touch like fire against your skin.

“You certainly are,” she said smoothly, her nails scratching lightly at your inner thigh. “Any particular reason?”

You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say; you felt like your brain was short-circuiting as her touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she said easily, still tracing her fingers up and down your legs. “You’re the girl who’s got my attention.”

You felt heat rush everywhere at that, reddening your face and making you squeeze your legs together a little before you remembered her hands were between them. Fuck.

“And I’d like to show you just what I’ve been thinking about you, if you like,” she said smoothly. She looked up at you from beneath her long lashes, giving you a teasing smile. “What do you think?”

You nodded, unsure if this was real or just a very, very nice dream.

She gave a soft laugh. “Need to hear it, lovey.”

You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” you said eagerly. “God, if you want to, yeah. Of course.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice sweet and genuine but laced with something deeper, more possessive. “What do you want, lovely? You want me to make you all hot and bothered as quick as I can, before somebody comes in and finds us?”

She eased your dress up, pressing kisses to your thighs, leaving marks of her plum-colored lipstick on your skin.

“You worried someone will see?” she purred. “Or maybe you’d like it if I took it slow, and someone walked in just in time to see you cum?”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, both the thought of someone being witness to Lucy fucking you and the feel of her pulling your panties off enough to make your head spin. She gave a soft laugh and tossed the little bit of black fabric by your stilettos.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” she said. “Does that mean you want it quick?”

“Um, I…”

You honestly couldn’t decide. She was right; she hadn’t even really touched you, and you felt arousal pool between your legs at the thought of her doing anything more. Whether she took it fast or slow, you were sure you wouldn’t last very long.

She nipped at your inner thigh. “That’s ok, lovey,” she said. “We’ll just see how it goes, how about that?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

She smiled. “Good girl,” she praised in a soft voice. “You’re being so patient with me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Please.”

She eased you closer to the edge of the loveseat, settling herself between your legs with a satisfied smirk.

“You can pull my hair a bit, if you like,” she said. “Up to you.”

That was all the warning she gave before pressed her mouth between your legs, spreading you, her tongue slowly tasting every inch of you. You threw back your head against the back of the couch as an almost overwhelming pleasure washed over you.

“Fuck,” you managed, twisting the fabric of your dress as you searched for something to ground you. You could have sworn you felt her smile as she finally turned her attention to your clit, her tongue circling slowly, torturously. You whined and carded your fingers through her hair with shaking hands, wanted her closer, deeper, fuck -

“God, you taste so good,” she said, the slightest edge of desperation to her voice. Your hips jerked as she started to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you, and she put a hand on your thigh to steady you.

“Lucy,” you whined.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you from under her lashes, licking her lips with a pleased smile. You couldn’t focus, really, head still swimming as she rubbed slow circles against your clit, not enough to get you off but just enough to tease.

“Love to hear you beg, sweetheart,” she said. “Beg for me, baby.”

You gasped as she pressed deeper. “Please, Lucy,” you said, your voice high and needy.

“Please what?”

“God - make me cum, please.”

You were surprised to see how that affected her, a breathy moan escaping her as she bit her lip. “Well, now. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

She replaced her fingers with her tongue, wasting no time in bringing you to the edge. You tugged on her hair, making her moan against you, feeling your orgasm build like a cresting wave.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck, Lucy,” you babbled. “Gonna cum, please, oh god - ”

You came with a keening groan, legs shaking as she continued to eat you out until you were completely spent. She gave your thigh one last kiss before she pushed herself off her heels and kissed you deeply, hands on either side of you, her mouth tasting sweet and salty, like champagne and your own taste.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses, breath catching in your chest as she sucked love marks under your jaw. Your hands went to her sides, drawing her closer, skating over the soft fabric until you reached her breasts. The tulle of your dresses rustled together as she dipped her head to kiss your chest, her tongue ghosting between the deep v of your neckline.

“I’m not finished with you yet, lover,” she said gently, though the glint in her eyes was unmistakable. She put her mouth to yours again, kissing you slowly, as her hand snaked up under your skirt between you.

“But, Lucy, you - ” you started to protest.

“Hush, darling,” she said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me make you cum again, please.”

You sucked in a breath as she slowly eased two fingers into you, taking her time. Your hips rocked closer to her as she started a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your sensitive clit.

“Is this ok?” she asked. “Not too much?”

“No,” you breathed, running your hands over her, tangling your fingers in her hair. “It might - fuck - might take a second for me to - ”

“Don’t worry,” she said, easing your slight embarrassment. A second orgasm right after your first always took you longer as the oversensitivity wore off, but the feel of her fingers in you was agonizingly wonderful.

“Take your time,” she said. “I’ll go easy.”

True to her word, she worked you slowly as your body warmed to your arousal again, and sooner than you would have been able to manage on your own, you were rocking against her hand as she pushed into you and deepened her touch.

“That’s it,” she said, feeling you respond to her touch. “Good girl.”

You gave a breathy moan as you lifted your hips to take her fingers deeper. “‘M close,” you whined. “Lucy, gonna cum, gonna - oh, Christ - ”

She kissed you as you came and you moaned against her mouth, riding her fingers through your orgasm. She pulled her hand from between your legs when you were spent and popped them in her mouth.

“Absolutely divine,” she said with a sigh. “God, you’re so good. You’re perfect. Can’t believe I’ve made it this long without getting to taste you.”

You felt yourself blush with more than warmth and arousal. “Lucy,” you said bashfully.

She gave you a sweet smile and kissed you gently, differently than before. “Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she cooed. She kissed all over your face, making you giggle. “Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?”

You put your hand to her face and drew her to kiss your mouth again, carding your other hand through her hair. “Can I do you, now?”

She laughed. “If you want, lovely.” She guided your hand from her face down to her waist, gathering up her dress and letting you slip your hand under.

You raised a brow, hesitating before touching her like you so desperately wanted to. “Are you sure? You don’t want to switch places?”

She grinned. “I like it standing up very much, but I’m afraid I don’t quite trust my legs. If that’s alright with you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you said, giving her a deep, long kiss before putting your hand between her legs.

You swore breathlessly at the same time she bit her lip and moaned; you traced your fingers over her panties and felt how wet she was through the fabric. She started to rock against your fingers almost involuntarily, seeking friction; you gave her what she wanted rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Shit, Jesus, fuck,” she bit out, both of her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, her fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No,” she gasped, “but I’ll kiss you with it if you keep that up, please.”

You obliged her and pushed her panties aside, rubbing deep circles over her clit, kissing her shoulder as she whined with your every movement.

“You sound so pretty,” you said, kissing her neck. “Gorgeous thing.”

She muffled her moan against you. “Want your fingers,” she said, panting. “Please, baby, need them in me.”

You could tell she didn’t want to be teased, and you pushed two fingers into her and set to a quick pace. She whined as she threw her head back, practically bouncing on your fingers, chasing her high.

“Jesus,” you breathed, feeling yourself get wet again just looking at her. Her expression was beautifully desperate, moans tumbling from between her kiss-swollen lips.

“Gonna come, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, please, yes, yes - oh, fuck.”

You saw her expression change to complete blissed-out pleasure the same time you felt her tighten around your fingers, and you couldn’t help a moan of your own as she rode out her orgasm.

“God damn,” she breathed when she was spent, releasing her punishing grip on your shoulders. Like she had before, you put your fingers in your mouth and tasted her. She thanked you with deep, feverish kisses, both of you steadying your breathing and leaning on each other.

“Thank you,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“Couldn’t have been better than you were,” you said. You helped her up to sit next to you on the couch, and she moved until she was practically on your lap, wanting to be close to you as you kept kissing her.

“Maybe we should make this a more regular thing,” she said with a soft laugh.

You brushed her hair back from her face, gazing up at her blissed-out expression, drinking in how beautiful she was in the firelight.

“I’d love that,” you said gently.

She smiled. “I’d love that too,” she said. She twined her fingers with yours and kissed you in a way that told you she was happy to sit here all night and keep kissing you, and you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather do more.

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missborhap · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could you have a bold and daring smut with Joe with a Brazilian girlfriend? While she was humming a Taylor Swift song, he mocks her for it, they could do something typically American, and her confusion gets Joe with horny. They could have a breeding kink, and the reader could be like 10 to 12 years younger than him, as I am. Thank you! Xxxx

26-year-old Y/n softly hums her favorite Taylor Swift song, playfully twirling in the living room, finishing cleaning up from the house party from the night before. She is so happy and gitty. As she puts a pillow back in its place on the coach, she hears a mocking sound from behind her.

Y/N turns to see Joe, leaned up on the doorway. He has a big smile on his face. Y/N gives him a questioning look and giggles as she continues to clean up the living room. She feels Joe grab her waist as her hind into her neck. She grows confused by his actions.

With a confusing look on her face she turns in Joe’s arms. She soon feels Joe’s hardening bulge up against her thigh. Joe looks at her devilishly, her confusion turning him in a bit. He pulls her closer, causing y/n to realize what he really wants.

Joe takes Y/N by the hand and leads her to the bedroom. Y/N smiles lightly as she kisses his neck. Soon enough, Joe gives her a deep kiss on the lips, his soft hands cupping her cheeks.

“Please, I want to try tonight. I need you.” Joe asks.

“Fuck me, Joey.”

Y/N couldn’t say another word before she was pinned against the bed and her clothes almost ripped off. She pulls Joe’s shirt off, teasing his skin with her finger tips as Joe’s falls from his waist.

“I want to fuck you so fucking bad.”

One of Y/N’s hands wrap around Joe’s throat gently, “Put a baby in me, Joey.” Joe practically growls in her ear.

Y/N almost screams as Joe immediately starts to pound into her. Joe is practically vibrating as he stays in a wuick pace. He keeps moaning and growling, hearing his girlfriend practically scream his name.

“Fuck!” He moans, “Y/N!”

Joe grips her waist, pinning her down into the bed. Y/N grips his her, smashing her lips into his, moaning. She clenches her walks around his dick, feeling him.

“You’re so tight babe!”

“I need you, I want you to cum Joey.” Y/N moans, looking at him innocently.

“You’re going to get a fucking baby,” Joe growls.

“Joseph! Oh god, you feel so fucking good!” She moans in his ear. “So fucking good baby.”

“Baby girl, clench you’re walls,” joe growls, Y/N soon to do as told.

“Oh god, you’re so big!” Y/N moans.

“Good girl, keep talking to me.” Joe continues to pound his hard cock into Y/N. He bites his lips as he feels her fingers dig into his back. She moans loudly into his shoulder, gripping him. “Talk to me.” He growls.

“Fuck, Joseph. Keep fucking me, harder!” Y/N screams. “Please, faster.” She couldn’t stop being loud. Moan after moan, the couple keep fucking each other.

Joe soon flips Y/N over on top of her, letting her ride him. Y/N lets out a loud moan, feeling Joe’s pre cum oozing into her. Joe leaves one hand gripping her waist and another wondering s up her body as she bounces on him.

“Joey!” She moans, feeling Joe grab her breast.

“Baby, I need to cum!” Joe whines, his grip on her, not getting any looser as Y/N continues to grind on his cock.

“Cum in me baby, please cum in me.” Y/N tells him, a moan coming out of her mouth.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, please!” Y/N moans. She feels his hips start to press up against her. “Cum in my fucking pussy.”

“Ah, fuck.” Joe moans loudly, grabbing her ass and fucking her back, causing Y/N to grip his shoulders. Her endless screams causes him break. “Oh fuck!”

Cum fills up Y/N pussy, Joe holding her hips and making her stay in his cock as he cums. Y/N lets out a soft moan. They are both out of breath, vibrating.

“You feel so good when you cum.” Y/N whispers. She moans again as she tries to get off, but Joe slams back into her. Cum is all over the place.

“I want to fuck you again.”

#queen #joe mazzello #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #queen band #borhap cast #joe mazzello x reader #fandom #joe mazzello hc #joe mazzello headcanon #joe mazzello smut #smut

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sadprose-auroras · 5 years ago

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‘Incomplete’ - Ben Hardy!Walter Hartright X Female!Reader

Contains: brief mentions of controlling, objectifying gross men, kissing that gets only very slightly saucy, rambly writing style cause I got excited about plot and including as much as I could instead of making it sound coherent and nice, also it’s shorter than I expected oops sorry

Tagging my soul sister and number one supporter and fellow Walter stan @sparkly-spade-socks !! Thanks Nick for encouraging me to write this and yelling about the woman in white with me, I wouldn’t have been so inspired and deep in my feels without you xx

You were positively aching. For many reasons.

For starters, the stool you were perched upon, despite the unnecessarily extravagant layers of cream-coloured material between your body and the seat, flowing out on either side of you in the cool breeze, was uncomfortable and making it difficult to sit up straight, and still. In fact, your entire body was sore; no one person should be made to sit in the same position for so long. Although, you supposed you couldn’t complain. The portraits were being completed over five days, and today was the last. He was very thorough; you could tell he cared deeply about making your wedding portraits as near perfect as possible. But why should he care? As he told you, he was leaving the country in two days. And nobody really knew him around these parts. He was somewhat of an enigma. So a poor effort would be difficult to trace back to him. You didn’t even know where he was moving, or perhaps fleeing, to. As far as everyone else was concerned, your husband most importantly, yourself and Mr Hartright did not know each other until you hired him.

The strongest ache, however, was not of your body, but your heart. The overwhelming sensations you felt every time you glanced at him licking his lips in concentration, or his soft golden curls dancing across his forehead in the wind, or the slight crease in his forehead that you wanted nothing more than to smooth out with a gentle kiss, were enough to make your hands, clasped in your lap, shake, and your eyes to dart away. To anywhere else. The horizon in front of you, the crashing waves, the rolling mountains to your right. You found yourself thanking God for the myriad of distracting views. Though none of them could compare to the man in front of you.

“Coun- Miss Y/L/N, could you look at me please? I need to see your eyes.” His voice snapped you out of your wandering thoughts, and you gave him an apologetic smile, ignoring the way your breath hitched at your throat and your cheeks burned even more as you made direct eye contact with him. His pale green eyes bore into yours, although you knew this was just because he was painting them. Right?

“Tell me more about where you are going, Mr Hartright. If you wish to…” Your attempt to diffuse your straightforwardness and lack of consideration for politeness was ignored by him. He raised his eyebrows as he stopped painting and looked at you, a small, amused smile on his face.

“I don’t quite know yet. I will work it out, I suppose. I just need a change, I feel trapped. Do you know what I mean?” That forehead crease was back. Your stomach flipped.

“I completely understand.” Your tone was firm but wistful, as you sighed slightly and gazed back out to the horizon, a piece of your hair falling out of its clip and blowing in the wind. You ignored it, focusing on holding back the stinging tears in your eyes. It was because you knew that feeling of entrapment far too well, and Walter knew how your entire life you felt trapped. First, your Father’s control over you when your Mother died. Then, the shockingly terrifying surprise of him basically selling you to be married to a rich, well-known Count to pay off his debts when he passed away. A reminder from beyond the grave that you could never escape his objectifying wrath against his only daughter.

You had shared your troubles with the man before you years prior, when the two of you were young children running free in green fields and making up worlds, just trying to find somewhere to belong and someone to talk to. Now, he knew of the other man who was even more controlling of your agency than your Father; your husband.

In the last hours of your five day ordeal, you’d ceased your long rambles about your terribly scary life. Perhaps you realised the dangerous territory the two of you could be getting yourselves into. Just as much as you were telling him about your life and gazing longingly at him, he was doing the same.

“I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N, but I need to fix-” he interrupted the almost deafening silence, dropping his brush and pushing his sleeves up, walking towards you and bending over ever so slightly, dangerously close before you could even react. “Your-your hair is coming out…” he practically whispered, his delicately light fingers clipping the piece back in place so gently and so quickly that you barely felt it. The rest of your body certainly reacted though.

Before you could think, you brought your hand up to his lingering hand and placed it on your cheek effectively trapping his hand, and he let out the smallest of breaths in relief, swiping his thumb across your cheekbone as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. For a second, it crossed your mind that perhaps two people staring into each other’s eyes wordlessly would be uncomfortable or undesirable. Yet, you could have stayed in this position forever; your heart pounding, your hand over his trembling, as you studied every feature of his face in detail. You decided that you could write a novel about every one of those details.

“This-” he murmured breathlessly, but it was drowned in the wind. And by your lips. You felt slightly guilty for stopping him from speaking, but you couldn’t hold yourself back from kissing him a second longer. His lips were softer than you could have possibly even imagined, kissing you with a perfect mixture of hesitancy and precision that made your head spin. The gasps and sharp breaths he let out between kisses were the prettiest sounds you’d ever heard, and, although you thought it impossible, his noises made you lose even more self control; you threaded your fingers through his soft, golden curls, pulling his body against yours as you stood up so you could kiss him at a better angle. When his tongue darted out yet again, your entire body just about melted, and you were grateful for his hands on your lower back basically holding you up.

When you came up for air, not before pressing another quick, soft kiss to his pink, swollen lips, neither of you could stop the small giggles that came out at the ridiculousness of the situation. His forehead rested against yours, his thumbs now stroking your lower back through your dress (you were disappointed that you could just barely feel it).

“You appear to have got yourself tangled up in quite a complicated situation, Miss Y/LN,” he whispered, but a huge, dopey smile was plastered on his face.

“You’re one to talk, Mr Hartright,” you whispered back in the same tone, his smile matching yours. Counteracting your words, you kissed him briefly again.

“I have two requests of you.” His words caused you to raise your eyebrows in intrigue, but you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Yes?”

“Firstly, please drop the formalities… I think we’re far beyond that point. Call me Walter.”

You chuckled softly in response and nodded, the smile never once leaving your face as you now fixed a piece of his hair.

“That is very easily done, Walter.”

“Well then, Y/N, I also want to know if you’d like to come with me.” You didn’t even need for him to specify what he meant, where you would be going with him. Nor did you question for a second your response, despite all of the complications that would most likely follow you. They, in fact, did not cross your mind in that moment.

“I would love to.”

You did not know where you were going as you clasped his hand and walked giddily to the train station the next morning, wedding dress left hanging on your wardrobe door and wedding ring left on your vanity, but you had not a care in the world. Nor did Walter; even though his painting was still left perched on the easel on the hill, your wedding portrait left incomplete.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fluff #the woman in white #ben hardy #walter hartright #walter hartright x reader #ben hardy smut #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody cast #borhap blurbs #ben hardy blurb #this is gonna flop which sucks cause i like it :/

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doing-all-write · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

WELL GANG. We did it. We made a masterlist. Please enjoy.

(can we all appreciate how much better my masterlist looks now with Bea’s incredible handiwork???? @mrhoemazzello)

Ben Hardy

Lighthouse

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Ben and reader are doing a puzzle during a thunderstorm. Major fluff ensues.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: None! Just lots of fluff and mentions of sex on a One Direction blanket

three things

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: After moving in together, Reader and Ben host their first Friendsgiving together and have to come up with three things they’re grateful for.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Mentions of sex and shenanigans so cute they’ll rot your teeth

A continuation of Lighthouse!

i’m open

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: The one in which reader goes to Ben’s soccer game. Fluff and romance ABOUNDS.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: mentions of sex and swearing. And major fluff. Like, so much fluff this thing is made of cotton candy and unicorn wishes.

star light, star bright

Pairing: Ben Hardy x O.C.

Summary: Joe and Ben take a trip on a boat for a nice relaxing Guys Weekend. What Ben doesn’t expect is to fall in love with the owner of the boat. Or to drunkenly sing karaoke with her.

Word Count: 14K

Warnings: S M U T. Dom!Ben, but mainly Soft!Ben, bad karaoke and lots of boat and ocean puns (I’m a monster)

home for the holidays

Pairing: Ben x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Reader is fine with being alone on Christmas. In fact she prefers it. But when her best friend, Michael Hardy, invites her to Christmas with his family, how is she to refuse? Especially when Michael lets slip that his mysterious brother Ben will be around for the holidays…

Word Count: 9K

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, implied sex and swearing. And so much goddamn softness, WHEW.

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Billy/Four

don’t be a baby pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Pairing: Billy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a nurse who’s brother falls into the Sky Walker crowd. After he gets injured, Billy takes it upon himself to look after Reader’s brother and calm Reader’s nerves as they get ready for their next job. But when the job goes awry and Reader can’t keep Billy safe, how does she cope?

Word Count: 22K (total)

Warnings: Smut (only 18+ interact please!), swearing, blood, fighting, explosions, needles and softness bc we love two idiots pining over each

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Joe Mazzello:

the art of flirting on a hover board pt. 1 / pt. 2 / pt. 3 / pt. 4

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x OC

Summary: Ivy runs a successful arts non-profit and Joe tags along when Rami and Lucy go to visit her. But what happens when a simple bet made over a hover board competition gets out of hand?

Word Count: 13K (total)

Warnings: mentions of sex, blow jobs and swearing. Oh, and friends sharing one (1) collective brain cell

flustered

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are getting ready to go to the store when he decides now is a good time to re-enact his casting video for BoRhap.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: This thing may be the most fluffy, self-indulgent piece of romance I’ve ever written. So, be prepared for lots of fluff, soft Joe and saying I love you for the first time

act two, scene two

Pairing: College!Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe is in your Acting 101 class and you’re never quite sure if your flirty relationship is just pretend or the real thing. Then, you’re given the scene you’ll have to present during your final…

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: SMUT (don’t interact if you’re under 18 please!), swearing, drinking and me fantasizing about how adorable and dorky college!Joe would be.

you’re out

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your favorite past time is roasting Joe about how much the Yankees suck. So, when you go to a Yankees game with him and make a bet about whether they’ll win or not, you can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, they’ll win so Joe can do whatever he wants to you.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SMUT (don’t interact if you’re under 18 please!), swearing, mentions of alcohol, continuous talk of how much the Yankees suck (they do, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules!!!!).

#masterlist #borhap cast #borhap cast fic #ben hardy fic #joe mazello fic #ben hardy smut #6u #6underground #joe mazzello smut #college!joe

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cherry-holland · 5 years ago

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Hi! You should write a Joe smut based off Me Necesita. 🥳

Ask, and you shall receive @the-southernbelle (honey you ain’t fooling nobody hiding behind anon 😏😉) also tried to do this with a Latina!reader, because of the song, but honestly can be read with anyone. (Also veerrrrry loosely based off of this song. You’re welcome 🤗)

Warning: this is hella smutty, and there’s language, so under-agers steer clear of this one!! (And it’s also long and the ending is a lil shitty oops)

No one ever tells you what really happens when you decide to step over that “imaginary line” with someone. That “imaginary line” that keeps a healthy boundary between friendship and something more. The massive wall that burrows deep down into some sort of never-ending marianas trench. It’s an intimidating border that is just ever so tempting to cross, especially when that person on the other side is one that you’ve been in love with for too long.

And that’s where you found yourself that fateful Saturday night. You were out with your best friends after their movie’s successful night at the Oscars, and you all were celebrating big time. Bottles and bottles of champagne littered the long, dark, glassy table, most of which were empty from hours of drinking. The dark club illuminated by the purple and orange lights that flickered everywhere sporadically. All different kinds of people from different walks of life were out on the dance floor, without a care in the world. Gwilym and Ben were hamming it up, flailing around with Allen to the heavy bass. You noticed Rami and Lucy were getting cozy on the dance floor, lost in their own little world, and it made you long for that intimacy. The lingering touches, the soft whispers assured you that you were theirs, and the getting to know of one another’s bodies. It was something you craved, and with one person in particular.

You were standing at the bar taking in the scene when you spotted Joe joining in with the boys, doing his signature dance moves. You giggled to yourself at his silliness, but then when you saw him move his hips the way he did? On beat, nonetheless? You felt that familiar rush of longing go to your core, face flushed. Joe was always the one in the group you were the closest to, even though you knew Rami before all of them. Over time, you developed feelings for the auburn-haired New Yorker, each and every day your feelings grew into full-blown love. And you couldn’t stand it any longer.

You tapped the half-empty glass of nearly stale champagne in your hand nervously when you saw Gwilym walk up to you with a smile. “Come on, y/n, dance with us! You know you want to!”

You laughed at the state of Gwilym, words slurred and cheeks dusted a deep red from the countless hours dancing. “Oh, I don’t know, Gwil…”

“Come on, please? You’re gonna have a hell of a lot more fun if you do,” Gwilym sing-songed, grabbing at your hands to pull you up from the white, leather couch.

You rolled your eyes as you got up with Gwilym, leaving your champagne down on the table. As soon as you entered on the dance floor, you hear an eruption of cheers surround you. You chuckle once again as you start to feel the loud music of the club take over your body. Your gold sequined dress popped against your golden skin, glimmering under the lights whenever you swayed your hips, mesmerizing Joe as he watched you intensely.

He, too, had buried his feelings deep down for you. The moment Joe met you, he knew you were someone he wanted in his life forever. However, he was so afraid of that line being crossed with you, to ruin what you two have as best friends, that he could never. But, that fear went out the window when you got out on the dance floor, and the three beers he consumed were starting to make him brave.

You were lost in the music when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, hot breath fanning on your neck. You turned your head slightly to see a familiar head of auburn strands dangerously close to your neck, your heart rate increasing, quickly realizing it was Joe holding you close. The several glasses of champagne that you drank earlier shut down that little voice in your head telling you to stop, and you just went for it, pressing your ass into his front. A low moan erupted from Joe’s mouth at the contact, the sound echoing inside of your body like a ringing bell, causing you to shudder.

One of Joe’s hands started to travel up and down your body while the other held your hips tightly to his, sending goosebumps down your spine. His deft fingers started their trail from the soft skin of your neck, then to the front of your chest, down the valley of your breasts, then curved down to your hips, purposely avoiding your core. He then traveled down to your bare thighs, settling on ghosting his fingers up and down. A whimper escaped your lips at his touch, longing for more.

“Tell me you want me to stop, y/n. Tell me this is insane, and that we shouldn’t do this,” Joe whispered in your ear, grip tightening around your waist.

You turned your whole body to face him, and the sight of him sent that familiar rush of arousal to your core. His face was flushed, hazel eyes encompassed with pupils fully blown in lust, the bottom of his pink lips caught in between his teeth.

Dear lord, was it a sight.

You could only respond by pulling him close, crashing your lips onto his. The kiss quickly turned heated, laced with passion and desperate need for each other. Your body grinding into his, his hands tangled on your hair, your arms wrapped around his neck. Soft sighs and whimpers that would come out of your mouths, desire coursing through your veins. It was overwhelming, and you needed him now.

“Joey,” you sighed, breaking away to catch your breath. “I want you.”

Joe felt himself straining against his dress pants as the words left your mouth, especially that nickname. Whenever you said that nickname, it drove him secretly wild, and he always had to hide how turned on it made him when he was around you. But now? There was no need for hiding. “Well baby girl, I’ve got you.”

He took your hand and pulled you away from the dance floor, giggles flowing out of your mouth in anticipation. After leaving the party, everything was a blur. Making out in the back of the Uber, his hands touching you all over, yours teasing him by trailing your manicured finger over his coveted erection. Neck kisses in the elevator on the way to his hotel room, marks being left on exposed skin. Upon entering his room, clothes flying everywhere, gasps and whimpers echoing throughout the room as you undressed each other.

Once you two reached the bed, he gently pushed you down mid-kiss, and his now-swollen lips trailed down your body. You were a moaning mess already, just at the touch of his lips all over you - sucking your breasts, nipping down your stomach, marking up your thighs. It was overwhelming in the best way, almost like a drug.

“Joey, please,” you whined as he teased your thighs, so close to where you needed him. “Need your mouth on my pussy.”

Joe looked up at you with a smirk, loving the effect he had on you. “Alright, baby. Only because you’ve been so patient and asked nicely.”

He dropped his face down to your core, his mouth attaching to your clit as he sucked on the sensitive nub, drawing a loud moan from you. Your hands immediately went to his head as he licked up and down your core and worked your clit with his tongue. The feeling was sensational, and way better than any of the sexual dreams you had of this moment with him. And the eye contact he held with you during it all? You, once again, almost nearly came.

You were drawing near to your high when Joe pulled away from your core, you sighing at the loss of contact. “Don’t want you to come yet. Want to fuck you good first,” Joe spoke, his voice lowering at the sight of you nearly fucked out.

“Go ahead. Fuck me so good I forget my name,” you purred, hips bucking up to his as he hovered over you.

Another low growl escaped from Joe’s lips as he lined up his hard, aching cock to your entrance, resting on his forearms to easily slip into you. He took no time to thrust into you, you gasping at how he bottomed out, deliciously hitting your g-spot. Words were hard to make out when he was fucking you this good, gasps and moans were all you could say.

“Ugh, y/n, you feel so good taking my cock. So wet for me, so tight,” Joe panted, his arms flexing as he pounded into you.

You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach as you neared you high as you whispered in his ear, “Joey, gonna come. So close.”

“Go ahead, baby, come around my cock,” Joe groaned, “Let’s come together. So close too.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you let go, clamping down on his cock. You threw your head back, seeing stars as you rode out your high, feeling Joe hit his own climax as he spilled into you. Joe collapsed on top of you, and you felt his cum seep down your thighs, sending shivers down your body at the feeling.

The two of you stayed that way for a moment, until Joe propped himself up on his hands to pull out. You whimpered at the loss of his cock as he went to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth to clean the two of you up. Once you two were cleaned off, washcloth discarded in the hamper by the bed, Joe pulled you close to him, his skin radiating warmth. “Y/n… you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this… well maybe not exactly this, but…”

“Joe,” you giggled, cutting off his rambling, “just stop talking.”

You brought your lips to his, kissing him with a different kind of passion. The passion that spelled I love you with every movement of your lips. Tension being dispelled at the unspoken words your mouths were telling each other, not wanting this moment to end.

Joe pulled away, his hand coming to cradle your face, thumb caressing your cheek. “I’ve always loved you, you know. Will never stop loving you.”

You melted into his touch, heart beating rapidly at his words. “I’ll always love you too, Joe. Always.”

#my writing #joe mazzello #joe mazzello blurb #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello smut #borhap cast

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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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

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @benders-diamond-earring, @im-an-adult-ish, @anincurablefangirl, @kiainspace, @lookuptotheskiesandsee, @god-save-the-deaks, @assembledherethevolunteers, @misslolasworld, @not-john-watsons-blog, @spacedustmazzello, @theindiealto, @riddikuluslypotter, @depressedbitchxox, @tenement-funstah, @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls, @sarablog10, @johndeaconshands, @coincidence-ithinknots-blog, @simonedk, @queenlover05, @goodoldfashionedloverboyy If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: ;)

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.

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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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