#gwilym lee blurbs

[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 11

Another one I've come up with myself. I think I got the idea for this from a reel on insta lmao. But I thot it'd make a nice Gwil blurb, especially because I felt I had to do something where he was nicer than the sugar daddy one lmao.

Warnings: Age Gap (unspecified but reader is in uni), P in V, unprotected sex, facial,

“Fuck Gwil,” you moaned, head dizzy and legs shaking as he made you cum for the second time. Fairly standard for him but vastly different to pretty much all the guys you’d been with before.   Gwilym groaned as your pussy tightened, managing to maintain his rhythm and keep his thumb working over your clit.   You squirmed, not sure if you were trying to get closer or further from his touch, but moaning as the wave of pleasure continued.   It was this sort of treatment that had convinced you to keep seeing him beyond what you'd expected would be a one night stand. You didn’t usually do the older guy thing but fuck he made a good case for switching. His cock alone was reason enough, not to mention his fingers and tongue and the fact that he knew where the clit was. But beyond sex you’d started to see why too. 

He had his own house and more money than guys your age which was nice. He knew how to cook and clean and was more emotionally mature, or mature in general really. The guys you’d previously been with, and the guys at uni you might have considered going out with, all seemed like children compared to Gwil. And he was respectful too. Of your space and your time and your belongings. He’d have happily spent the night with you without having sex at all. In fact, he’d suggested that when he realised his box of condoms was empty. But you’d been thinking about his cock all day and were practically desperate for it so told him you still wanted to. He’d double checked and was very sweet about making sure you didn’t feel pressured or anything like that.   “If it makes you feel better you could pull out and cum on me. That’d be hot,” you’d said as you’d reached into his pants, finding him stiffening already.   “Oh I like that idea,” he’d said, voice all low and rumbly and sexy, “You’d look good covered in my cum.”  “Yeah? Where would you like to see it most? Stomach? Ass?”  “Face.” 

After that there’d been very little room for talk. Mostly it had just been moaning and touching and kissing and fucking. He’d got you to cum very quickly, hitting just right as he pounded into you. And when you did, he moaned about how good your cunt felt, reminding you he was raw which made it all so much hotter. The second orgasm was better somehow but he must have felt the same because he pulled out nearly as soon as you were through it.  You whined at the sudden loss but he was already shuffling over you, his hand gliding over his cock, slick with your cum, as he held himself back while he lined up.   A groaned, “Close your eyes,” was all the warning you got and you hurried to do so before he grunted and you felt his cum spurt over your brow and cheeks and nose and lips seconds later. It went on longer than you’d expected to which just made you horny all over again.   Gwil was vocal throughout his release too, which you appreciated. You liked hearing him. Especially when he panted, “Fuck you’re so hot like this,” after he was done.  You would have opened your eyes and smiled except he’d already scooted back and begun kissing you desperately, pushing his cum onto your tongue with his. 

You were panting by the time he finally let you go, able to feel the cum and sweat drying on your skin even as your arched your body up into his, hoping for another round.   Gwil dropped a soft, much more chaste, kiss to your lips and said, “You must be getting uncomfortable under all my mess. I’ll find you something to clean up, give me a second.”  You nodded, sitting up as soon as his weight was off you. Surprisingly Gwil left the room, still naked which you supposed was a perk of owning your own home and not having flatmates. But, as far as your experience went guys usually handed you a shirt or, if you were lucky, towel from their floor. Once you’d even been handed your own dress to clean yourself up. Gwil’s dirty laundry wasn’t on the floor but he hadn’t stopped at his laundry basket in the corner of his room either, so you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You sat there wondering if you were meant to follow or if you should just bite the bullet and tidy up as much as possible with your discarded shirt. But Gwil came back before long and knelt beside you on the bed.  “Close eyes again,” he said softly, lifting what appeared to be a damp facewasher up to your cheek.   It was comfortably warm against your skin, his strokes as gentle as possible as he properly took care of you. And once again you found yourself thinking that maybe there were a few goood reasons to date older men.   “Feel better?” he asked when he was through.  All you could do was look up at him and nod, speechless at how well he treated you.   His smile was adorable as he leaned in to give you a small kiss before setting the cloth on his nightstand and rejoining you under the covers.   You snugged into him, still not quite capable of anything more than gazing at him in rapt wonder.   “You’re quiet,” his hand rubbed over your thigh, “everything okay?”  “Perfect,” you nodded, pulling him into another, deeper kiss. 

[borhapparker]

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17. “Bite me”, 18. “If you insist” - hope u like this!

Being between the sheets with Gwil warmed your heart, and certainly other parts of you as well. He loved on you as if you were a goddess, every touch was mesmerising, every look was unforgettable, every kiss seemed like it was the first, you were pretty sure you could be like this with him forever.

Gwil felt the same way. He thought the world of you, he loved you passionately and deeply, both in and out of the bedroom, you were his girl, in every single way, and you felt so lucky that he'd chosen you to the recipent of his love and touch. His eyes never left your body, how you writhed beneath him made him go crazy, you two were crazy together, more so crazy in love.

On a night filled with heat and entangled limbs, you were obsessed with the sight that lay before you. Tousling brown hair between your legs, spread open over broad sweaty shoulders, a pair of soft hands squeezing and stroking the swell of your breasts, deep groans from the man who was devouring every inch of you, so focused on your pleasure, enjoying each moment, savouring the taste of your core. Gwil was a natural with his tongue, wet and warm on all the right places, slipping up and down over your folds, managing to touch spots you didn't even know existed. He lapped you up like a cat drinking milk, he was so into it, nothing excited him as much as this did, he twitched between his own legs when your back arched in a response to his lips being wrapped around your swollen clit.

"Fuck, keep going..."

Your pleading tone made him smirk between licks and flicks, his fingers a little rougher around your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, so sensitive with everything he was doing to you. His rhythm became more intense, licking over your clit, up and down and around, then where he'd entered you just earlier that night. Moans flew from your mouth like running water, your hands buried in his hair, coaxing him to not stop, the pleasure was too good you could barely handle it, that burn of arousal rushed throughout your body down to your toes, curling  into the small of his back the closer you got.

Gwil encouraged you to let go, slipping his fingers up and down your body as it rolled beneath his touch and tongue, keeping his attention on where you liked it the most, where he knew it would make you finally come undone again on this night.

"Cum for me, my love, you're so close, good girl.." He trailed off as your mewl cracked the silence and overpowered his words, back off the bed and your fingers tugging at his hair, head craned back as you felt the wave of your orgasm tumble over you like a wave. It was incredible, how easily he could make you finish, time and time again, mutiple times in one sitting, you didn't think you'd have the energy but Gwil was just that good.

"You know you sound so pretty when you do that." He smiled, locking eyes with you as he licked his lips, shiny from your arousal, pupils blown wide in elation and his hair a bird's nest from the contact of your hands; you could only imagine how you looked right now.

"Bite me."

"Babe, that's something kids say." He chuckled, stroking patterns on your hip, cheek pressed against one of your slick thighs. You shook your head, your fingers moving over his top lip, tracing the curve of it, nails scratching through the regrowth of his beard.

"No, I mean literally bite me. My thigh, be rough with me."

Gwil blinked at you before smiling again.

"I'm no vampire."

"No shit, just please, do it. You're always so soft and lovely and it's so good but sometimes...I want more, for you to be more...aggressive. Can you..try?" You asked, chewing on your thumbnail, cheeks heating up at the fact that you really were bringing this up with him. Gwil was always open to anything behind closed doors and you knew you could trust him, as communcation was key and important in this aspect of your life together, as well as every other part.

"Okay, let me give it a go. If you insist."

He dove back down between your legs and ghosted the tip of his tongue over the area where your core and thigh met, a very orgeneous spot for you, you couldn't help the whine that left your lips. His grin was hot on your skin, as he began to sponge kisses where you liked it, your fingers back at his scalp again. Gwil wrapped his mouth around a spot of your flesh and as if you hadn't of asked for it, his teeth pierced your skin, it stung but the good skin, you knew you were going to flare up from this, and you couldn't care less. You whimpered as he left another kiss where his teeth had been.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...yes, just do the other thigh, fucking please." You heaved and Gwil went to work, biting, licking, kissing, incorporating his fingers into the mix, rubbing over your swollen clit as he teased your thighs with his teeth and mouth. And god you were so glad you'd suggested it, because he was even better than you had expected.

A vow of oath came into your mind. You would never leave this room, as long as Gwil was here, you'd never want to go.

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[lovepinkqueens]

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Bohemian Rhapsody

Rating: PG-13

Director: Bryan Singer

Cast: Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Joseph Mazzello, Lucy Boynton, Aidan Gillen, Allen Leech, Tom Hollander, Mike Myers, Aaron McCusker, Meneka Das, Ace Bhatti, Priya Blackburn, Max Bennett, Dermot Murphy, Dickie Beau, Jack Roth, Neil Fox-Roberts, Jess Radomska, Michelle Duncan

Release year: 2018

Genres: music, history, drama

Blurb: Singer Freddie Mercury, guitarist Brian May, drummer Roger Taylor, and bass guitarist John Deacon take the music world by storm when they form the rock ‘n’ roll band Queen in 1970. Hit songs become instant classics. When Mercury’s increasingly wild lifestyle starts to spiral out of control, Queen soon faces its greatest challenge yet: finding a way to keep the band together amid the success and excess.

[almightyellie]

Hello!! Idk if you're still writing for Gwilym, but is there any chance you might write more blurbs on Professor Lee?? I am in love with your writing <3

hey!! this is so sweet, thank you <3 i have a few blurbs kicking around my drafts that i’ll probably clean up and release as i find them!

[taleofharrison]

First Night | Gwilym Lee

Summary: Y/N and Gwilym have been dating for a while but she hasn’t spend the night at his place since she has problems with sleeping she doesn’t want to be a bother.

Warnings: Mentions of ADHD and sleeping disorders.

Requested: Yes, sorry it took so long real life is a bitch sometimes.

Word Count: 742

A/N: This is my first time writing for Borhap in like a year so be kind and I had to make my research too and I found out that I have some ADHD symptoms so yay! self-discovery (I’m not making an auto diagnosis but it was good to know it) anyways it’s short but cute but to the point.

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Dating Gwilym had been nothing but a dream. He was a gentleman and he treated you and spoiled so much in more than one way, however, you haven't been comfortable enough to spend the night at his place. Being younger than him by almost 8 years and him being a public figure brought an awful lot of attention to the relationship and he also was very well aware of your problems with ADHD. Today you had spent the day at his place watching movies here and there and joking around (most of the time you were talking and moving around under the blanket but you couldn't help it) at around 6:00 you decided it was time to leave. "Why can't you stay?" he asked hugging you from behind softly kissing your neck "My bed's big enough for the two of us" "I know," you said and turned around to face him "but I don't want to be a bother" "You're not a bother!" he stated, "I told you I don't mind staying up late with you or to help you calm you down. I miss you so much sometimes" "And a miss you too" you assured him "but this is my final decision I don't want you to have a restless night because of me" "Please I've done my research on this so that you can spend the night with me" he begged "Please ask me anything" "Uhm...do you know what restless legs syndrome is?" you asked looking down at your feet. "It's one of the possible sleeping disorders caused by ADHD" he recalled from what he had read. "Yeah well...that's my problem with sleeping most of the nights" you explained, "I toss around and move a lot and I don't want you..." "Don't finish that sentence" he interrupted you "I want you here doll...please" "Fine" you sighed feeling surprised. You've had boyfriends here and there but they never took the time to understand what was like for you not to sleep as peacefully as everybody else did. "What time do you usually go to sleep?" he asked you not bothering in hiding his smile. "Uhm...around 10 o'clock 11 tops" you replied. "Alright so that gives us around 5 hours tops to spend time together," he said "and do you have any routine I need to know? I read that having a calming bedtime routine might be important" "I don't have one really" you shrugged "I just turn off my phone and try to avoid Netflix during the evening" "So that means no Netflix and chill" he softly laughed, making you smile "but we can have a small dinner I'm going to start making it now" He left you alone in the bedroom to make something simple for both of you so you wouldn't go to bed with an empty stomach (something you were used to doing). Though you still had your doubts about this you couldn't help the feeling growing inside. You felt loved and safe for the first time in a long time.

After a few minutes, he called you for dinner, nothing too fancy just some salad since it was getting late a big dinner wouldn't be right for you. "Would you like to have a warm bath?" he asked you again while eating your dinner "I also read that a change of temperature can help you get a better night. I could prepare it for you" "Gwilym! I-I truly don't deserve" he chuckled moving with his hand as though he was brushing off your statement "No seriously nobody, not even my parents, have had these considerations with me on this topic" "I just want to make sure you're okay" he simply said "your my girlfriend and I love you and I want to make sure you're alright" "I love you too" you replied "and tomorrow morning you can come with me on my morning hike" "Alright, doll" he laughed "but I'm making you breakfast tomorrow morning and you can sleep as long as you want okay?" You were getting ready to protest since it was most likely that you'd wake up Gwilym at some point of the night but before you could say anything Gwil cut in with an "end of discussion" and he put the dishes away. "On one condition" you pleaded " only if you join in the bathroom in a few minutes" "Deal" he smiled as you disappeared into the hallway.

[jojoreadwhat]

feel my caress so soft and gentle | g.l. x fem!reader

a/n; hi, so this was flagged. So I’m just re uploading it. I also tweaked and edited this so somethings may have been added or removed. Also this is a little taste of what my writings will look like from now on, aesthetically. Lots of pictures and such cause I can’t stand myself for pretty things. Anyways, enjoy! x

prompt; Rough day calls for a goodnight between Gwilym Lee and fem!reader

words; 2k

Warnings; unprotected sex, dirty talk, sweet sweet sweet fluff, strong language

Inspiration;

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Your body jolted lightly as your car came to a stop at the red light. Moving your free arm to your driver’s door window sill, resting your head on your hand. Aimlessly staring past your dashboard at the other side of intersection, impatient to pass to continue on your silent route home. In the years since you learned how to drive, you never once drove without the car radio on.

After a day like today, you needed the peace of mind.

You couldn’t believe the day you had at work. You’ve experienced bad days before but not like this one. It made “when it rains, it pours.” look more like a storm. You worked two other people’s jobs aside from your assigned job. Your hands were still numb from all the handwritten invoices you had to create.

Getting out at nearly 9pm, five hours more than your usual clock out. Exhausted, upset. Your stomach in rumbles from someone’s pizza left in the office kitchen you had for dinner. Which was probably payback for having to take a rain check on dinner and a movie with your boyfriend, Gwilym Lee.

You felt terrible when you called him to cancel your plans for the night. You both were looking forward to it. Gwilym being the sweetheart he is, kept insisting that it was okay and he understood, which you appreciated but you still felt bad.

The house was dark. Not a light except the one from the bedroom. Indicating that Gwil must’ve been waiting up for you.

You sighed to yourself, gathering your things and switching off the car. Quietly closing and locking up your car to not disturb the block. You lazily made it up to your front door, fumbling with locks before you let yourself in.

“Gwilym! I’m home!” You called out, taking your heels off, hanging up your bag and dropping you keys in the catching dish.

You heard no answer, maybe he had fallen asleep. But then it came to you, usually Gwilym slept without anything lit in the room.

Suddenly you noticed ambient sounds playing.

What was he doing? You thought to yourself.

You climbed the stairs quietly, reaching the top, seeing that same an amber glow from the window earlier peeking through the cracked door.

Creeping lightly to the room, you opened the door, your eyes widened but in awe. As they followed a choir of lit candles, scattered all over your room.

The mixture of lavender and eucalyptus invading your senses. You inhaled slowly, allowing the relaxing scents to takeover.

“Hello, my Love!” Gwilym greeted, breaking the stillness, “You made it home.”

Following in the direction of the thick accent of your favorite Welshman. Who had just came out of the master bathroom, shirtless. Watching as faint bits of steam followed behind him, accentuating his toned build and tall frame that was gravitating closer to you.

Your eyes slowly moved from his broad chest to his crystal blues as they met yours, feeling tiggles erupt in your stomach like always when he smiled sweetly down at you. His hand met the back of your neck as he leaned down to kiss your lips. Your hand wrapped his arm in attempt to keep him close, missing him all day. As it deepened momentarily.

“What’s all this for?” You began, then. Gwil chuckled lightly, “A treat after your hectic day.” kissing the top of your head.

“Oh Gwil, You didn’t have to do all of this, I don’t–“ you went to continue, but Gwilym had shut you down lightly. Knowing very well of what you were about to go on with.

Looking down at you now, “Do not start with that nonsense.”

“You had a rough day and you deserve to be treated better.” He smiled, sincerely. Moving the loose hairs around your cheeks to pepper a kiss or two to your pretty face.

“I love you.” You muttered. Smiling now, your hand gently making its way to his cheek. That was overlapped with his much larger own. “I love you too, Y/N” planting a kiss to the palm of your hand before bringing it to his chest.

“Now,” he spoke again, “there’s a perfectly warm bath prepared for us, starting to get cold.”

You felt your cheeks match with the warmth settling in your chest. Smiling uncontrollably as Gwilym lead you to the bathroom.

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After relaxing and conversating over wine, giggling until your fingers pruned. Gwilym had another thing planned, a massage.

You lied, face down on your shared California King. Your back exposed to him with your towel covering your bum.

You waited as Gwil looked for the oil he just bought. A little nervous as you overthought your reaction (you’re a ticklish bean) but you couldn’t help the need for Gwilym hands to be all over you.

“Ah, found it.” He exclaimed, breaking the silence. You shifted your head propped on your hands.

Watching him walk over to the nightstand, wearing nothing but his briefs, not able to stop glancing at how nicely they hugged.

“The lady at the store said this is a bestseller.” You giggled as you watched him smell it, looking like he might agree.

“Guess we’ll find out, huh?”

He smirked, “Ready?” He asked again and you probably nodded a little too eagerly but he didn’t make anything of it.

You felt the side of you dip as Gwil climbed up, maneuvering himself to straddle your legs weighing below your bum. “Might be cold.” He noted following the sounds the liquid passing the nozzle.

You gasped as Gwilym’s oil covered hands met the bottom of your back. “You alright, love?”

You simply nodded and Gwilym slowly but without hesitation, beginning to move.

His hands started from the bottom and began shifting upward till they reached your shoulders. Covering your back in oil. An oil that smelt heavenly familiar but you couldn’t roll off your tongue like your moan did.

Gwil worked on spots of your back that you didn’t know were in need until they were met. His large hands, contouring to you, firmly but yet so delicately like you were glass.

You tried hoarding your sounds as he worked on you, almost viciously, biting your lips from preventing them to leave. Trying not to sound so desperately lost in the feeling.

Being together for a year and a half worked in favor for Gwilym. Who knew you were in a one woman war of your own. Smiling unnoticeably above you, taking advantage of where he had you and retreating back to lap over those spots.

Starting from the bottom once again, upward, painfully slow this time. Kneeding your extremely intense spots, before smiling bigger now when you supressed a moan that got away.

“You okay, love?” He asked, once more. Knowing damn well that this was torturous. You nodded, biting your lip again.

Becoming anxious as you felt the bed dip on the sides of you, “I think your hiding something.” He admitted, feeling his lips meet the skin in the middle of your shoulders. Causing you to gasp at the sudden contact.

“What do you need?” his breath grazing the back of your neck as he hovered behind you. You didn’t want to ruin this by being needy and eager, but you didn’t have a choice.

You needed him.

“I need you. I need you to touch me.” You confessed, finally bringing your eyes to find his. He watched you, his eyes moving from yours to your lips and back again.

Before his chuckle filled the air, “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?” Kissing your shoulder, lightly as he stared at you. Waiting for a different answer.

You turned away, sheepishly. Closing your eyes as you gained courage. Before turning back and meeting his blues again.

“I need you to touch me.” You repeated, “fuck me. Hard and slow”

Your eyes never looking away as you both stayed silent, feeling no shame at what you commanded. Smiling deviously as you felt that he needed the same to be met as it rested against your bum.

Without a word, Gwilym readjusted himself above you. His one hand closer to your head now as the other found it’s way to the towel covering you. Now being thrown across the room and a sharp chill hitting your body, gasping once again as your bum gravitated up against Gwil’s thigh.

“Quite ambitious are we?” He chuckled, his hand slowly meeting the top of your ass as it further down.

You nodded, eagerly. Finally getting what you wanted. You practically purred when his hand grabbed your ass. Giving it a squeeze before he snaked his hand around your front and elevated you closer to him.

“Stay up.” He said, beginning to rise with his hands all over you. Up and down your back, following with an array of light kisses.

You were about to grow more impatient until his fingers found you. “Oh!”

Surprised by his swift movements. His long fingers invading your folds, feeling how slick and wet you were for him.

“Aw, Love. You’re soaked.” He pouted at you, “You should’ve spoke up.” He said, feeling bad as this night was for you. Kissing your temple as he then didn’t waste another minute, finding your clit and sending you over.

You immediately pressed your face further into the pillow, your bum following and moving to Gwilym’s touch.

He watched you, intensely. As you moaned loudly now, whimpering and his name sounding sing song off your lips.

Gwilym was growing harder at each sound you made, how you moved in his touch.

His lips meeting your back and your cheeks as he helped you chase your high. Before resting his forehead to between your shoulders.

Running slow pressured circles onto your clit with the pad of his thumb, catching you off guard when his middle finger thrusted into you. Gasping at the sudden action.

He worked in and out of you slowly at first, feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to form. “More, p-please!” You barely could pronounce, Gwilym obliged, pushing his ring finger into you and picking up the pace. Your legs beginning to shake, violently as your climax grew closer and closer.

Gwil became aware, lowering his mouth to your ear. “That’s it love,” He muttered, nibbling at your lobe “Let go for me, Y/N. Come on my fingers.”

The sultry sound of his voice was enough to tip you over the edge. Collapsing onto the bed as Gwilym helped you through your orgasm that overwhelmed you to no end.

Gwilym’s lips never left your skin as you came down from your high. Crying out from the lose of his fingers from your cunt. You weren’t ready for it to be over.

“Please don’t stop.” You said with any bit of energy you had left. You heard his soft laugh from behind you. “Are you sure?” Making sure due to all the work he had already done to overwork you. “Mhm, yes. Please.”

“What do you need, love?” He then spoke, running a finger over your back as he waited for direction.

“I need you inside of me,” You said, “please.” Practically begging.

Gwilym’s questionable look softened as he lower his face to yours, “You need me to fuck you into the mattress, pretty girl?” You nodded, fastly and no sooner was Gwilym discarding his brief. You stayed the way you were, front first into the mattress as he climbed back up and over you again.

Placing his hands on either of you to steady himself. Gwilym then thrusted into you, slowly and deeply. Waiting momentarily as you lied still adjusting to him. Gwilym peppering kisses all over your neck and back for reassurance. Soon enough, you told him you were alright and now you were both in overdrive.

“You’re doing good, love. So so good.” Gwilym encouraged.

Gwilym’s hot breath was covering your neck as he groaned and moaned, fucking you slow.

Colliding with your own and the friction between you too, echoing throughout your room. You can’t count how many times you screamed out Gwil’s name. How many tears that had slipped past your eyes from the overwhelming pleasured state you were experiencing.

Your hands scrambling from the sheets, the pillows to Gwilym’s hair as he ravaged you. Beginning to feel the coil in your stomach as your walls around Gwilym’s cock were beginning to clench.

“Baby, I’m g–” you were beginning to dialect until Gwilym stopped, pulling out right after. You were on the verge of tantrum when he swiftly turned you to lie down on your back. Immediately entering you again and picking right back up where you left off.

He wrapped your legs around his waist, You bucked your hips to him. As he dropped his head into your crook of your neck, leaving you lost in his moans. He worked up the strength to move his lips to yours before they trailed to your ear.

“Don’t come without me, love.” He commanded, breathlessly. “I’m almost there.”

His eyes half-lidded as they never left yours. Your hands clawing at his back and his finding their way to yours, holding them near your head. Gwilym then began to pound into you, hard, bottoming out. Your body bouncing beneath his. And his steady shifting your bed frame as it rocked against the wall. As he drove both closer to where you needed to be.

Soon your head fell back as you met your orgasm. Screaming everything and his name, almost incoherently as it washed over you. Your back arching off the bed, Gwilym not even a second after yours met his own. Coating your walls and riding you both out. Kissing you over and over as you both professed how much you loved each other.

Completely enthralled. Before he collapsed onto the other side of you, immediately pulling you to his chest. Listening to each other come down and your breathing even out. As you prayed for more bad days and good nights.

[illfoandillfie]

Gwil is newly hired as a professor and ends up late on his first day bc you jumped his bones when you saw his prof outfit, tweed and glasses and all

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 16

hehehe gotta love some professor gwil 😏

Warnings: p in v sex, quickie against a wall, slight overstimulation

“I really,” Gwil cut himself off as he kissed you, the motion making you sway on the spot in the hallway, starting to speak again before his lips had fully left yours, “shouldn’t Y/N.” You reached for his belt buckle, “Well if you stop complaining we’ll be done faster.”  He composed his argument as he kissed you again, his fingers working on unbuttoning your work blouse as he backed you against the wall, “I can’t be late on my first day. I’m a professor now, I should be professional.”  “This is on you,” you giggled reaching into his pants to free his cock, “for springing such a sexy look on me out of fucking nowhere.” You moved your head aside so you could spit on your palm.   Gwil groaned as your wet palm slid along his length, getting him hard, “If I’d known you’d be so into tweed I’d have started wearing it years ago. I just wanted to look the part.”  “It fucking suits you. The glasses and everything,” you nearly moaned remembering how hot he looked, “Oh my god put it in me already.”  “Shit, really?”  “Gwil, you’ve got no idea how well it’s working for me. I need your cock.”  “Alright, Jesus,” he hurried to hike your skirt up so he could lift one of your legs over his arm. As quickly as possible he tugged your knickers aside and pushed himself inside.  You gasped at the suddenness, a slight sting accompanying the stretch, but you were too horny to mind. Grasping at the tweed jacket you moaned as he began to rut into you, each thrust easier to take than the last.   “Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted.  You tried to kiss him again but missed his mouth, catching the corner of it instead.   Gwil righted your mistake, groaning into your mouth as he sank into you over and over, one hand messily fumbling its way under your skirt to your clit.  The stroke of his thumb made you clench and Gwil swore again, breath hot against your lips. His voice became strained, his movement jerky, as he tried to hold off his orgasm long enough to get you off.   You shook your head. His faltering pace and inconsistent strokes were keeping your climax from building properly, “Cum Gwil, please.”  He breathed out shakily and with two more deep thrusts hit his release, pressing you hard against the wall as he twitched inside you, filling you with his cum.   You kissed him again, revelling in the feeling of it, even if you hadn’t been able to get off yourself.    But Gwil wasn’t through. Able to focus better now he was spent, his fingers on your clit became much more insistent, his hips still firm against yours as he continued to fill you though he couldn’t fuck you without hissing at the overstimulation.   You rapidly got close, clutching at Gwil’s shoulder’s, the tweed rough against your palms, until you were right there, moaning as he pushed you over the edge.  

You were still breathing hard when he slipped from you, gently righting your underwear. Underwear you’d need to change before you left for work.   “Well that was unexpected,”  You laughed, reaching up to rub your lipstick from his face, “Sorry, but you do look very sexy. Better go clean up, you’re gonna be late.”  “Not a great look on my first day.”  “You’ll be fine. But maybe get dressed a bit earlier from now on so this doesn’t become a habit.” 

[racingtowardsaredlight]

For soft!gwil blurbs, could you do husband gwil talking about you in an interview? X

omg im crying yes i can absolutely do that

“So, Gwilym how has life at home been? Got any fun news to share?” Graham asks, giving a few eyebrow raises as he waits for Gwil to say what the host was hinting at. You and Gwilym had just recently gotten back from your honeymoon, a three week get away traveling all over Europe in celebration of tying the knot. It was paradise for the two of you, a perfect way to spend your first few weeks together as husband and wife. You smiled at the television, watching your husband do the same on the screen as he waited for the audiences’ cheers to die down so he could answer.

“Yes! Yes!” He shouted happily before leaning to take a small sip of his drink, cradling it in his hands as he spoke. “I got married last month to the INCREDIBLE Y/N! Can you believe it?” He asked incredulously. “She actually said ‘I do’ to me!” You blushed, your love for your husband getting to you even though you were watching him on a prerecorded show. He could get to you in any way, shape, or format.

Graham laughed along with the audience as he waved his hands towards Gwilym in an up and down motion. “Are you kidding me? Look at you! She should be so lucky!” The host stated, his laughter returning as Gwilym set his drink back down and wagged his finger in refusal of Graham’s statement. “No no. I am most definitely the lucky one. She puts up with me every day and somehow she still decided to marry me. I could not be any luckier in my life. She is absolute perfection and I get to spend forever as her husband.” He spoke sincerely, causing you to tear up just a little bit. The last month of your life had been full of so much love that you found yourself tearing up at the thought of having your Gwilym forever. Hearing him acknowledge and love the idea in front of a televised audience just made your heart soar even further. Your attention returned to the screen as Graham was wiping fake tears from his own eyes, sporting a puppy dog look in awe of your husband’s sweet words.

“That is too sweet! Is Y/N paying you to say this?” He joked, looking around and calling your name to further the laughter. Your husband played along and pulled a mock suspicious face, place a finger to his lips as if to tell Graham to keep his secret safe. You giggled at this yourself, knowing just how cheeky Gwil could be. Graham let the laughter die down once more before he addressed your husband for the last time. “I kid, but you Mr. Lee have definitely got some brownie points to come home to tonight!” he said, turning at the end of his sentence to the camera, “we’ll be right back with our musical guest!”. You got up to refill your wine glass as the commercial break began, still smiling to yourself about Gwilym being so openly sweet about your marriage. You decided that when he got home from his dinner with Ben that you’d have to reward him properly.

As if on cue with your thoughts, the front door to your home opened and Gwilym’s voice could be heard singing your name as he announced his entrance. Setting your glass down and smoothing out your shirt, you walked into the living room to your husband. He kissed you sweetly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping into his arms. “Mm and to what do I owe this lovely greeting?” He asked, his hands rubbing your lower back sweetly. “Saw you on Graham Norton” you spoke in between soft kisses. “Heard what you said about us.”

It was Gwil’s turn to smile sweetly at you. He rested his forehead against yours, getting as close as he could while he looked into your eyes. “Had to tell the world about my perfect girl” he said, his sincerity making your heart swell again. “Graham said it was brownie points” you stated, reveling in the laughter that caused him. “Yes well Graham doesn’t know what it’s like to be with you. I think I’d explode if I didn’t tell the world how much I love you.” Your breath hitched as you felt the tears prick your eyes once more. God do you love this man. You kissed him with all the love you could muster, only pulling away when you desperately needed air. Leaving his arms and returning your feet to the floor, you reached for his hand as you spoke. “True love or not, I’ve got a lot of brownie points for you to cash in Mr. Lee.”

“Lead the way, Mrs. Lee”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Situation 6 speech 20 with Gwil please please I loved this celebration so far 💗

Glad you enjoyed the celebration, lovely! 

Speech 20 - “And you said you’d never settle down”

Situation 6 - Meeting your family

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Honestly, Y/N wasn’t sure what Gwilym had been so nervous about all day.

Of course she understood that, for normal people, meeting the family of your significant other was often a nerve wracking and sometimes unpleasant experience.

But Gwilym wasn’t a normal person.

He was effortlessly charming, funny and intelligent and there was no way that Y/N’s family were ever going to disapprove of the well-mannered British man - a fact she had endlessly assured her boyfriend of for the entire duration of their journey back to Y/N’s childhood home.

But Gwilym hadn’t listened to her, fretting the whole way instead over how much her family were going to despise him from the moment that they saw him.

Of course, his fears were complete and utter bollocks and Y/N’s family all loved him the moment he began talking. 

Y/N watched him now, in deep conversation with her parents and her brother, making them laugh every now and again, Y/N’s mother looking completely and utterly besotted with the man.

“I think you got the parental approval,” Y/N’s sister said and Y/N turned around, laughing a little and rolling her eyes.

“Please, you guys all approved of him once I told you that he was going to be playing Brian May,” she scoffed and Y/N’s sister shrugged in response.

“Always nice to get confirmation, though, isn’t it?”

“I knew you were going to approve of him,” Y/N admitted. “How could you not?” Her voice was a little dreamy as her eyes wandered back over to him, a soft smile playing at her lips.

“God, you’re so in love with him aren’t you?” YN’s sister groaned, feigning annoyance.

“Shove off,” Y/N said, though there was no malice at all behind her words.

“And you said you’d never settle down,” her sister teased.

“Yeah, well, that was before I met him.”

Finishing blurbs from my 3K Celebration!!

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

Hi! Can I request a Brian May blurb? With the fluff idea of "My universe is you" tysm! I love your writing~♡

Fluff prompt 8- My universe is you

I totally didn’t throw in any Bowie references, I have no idea what you’re talking about.

“So, where are you taking me, Starman?” You giggled, clinging to Brian as he guided you through the darkened forest.

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Brian smiled, making his teasing apparent.

“You’re the one who took me to the concert Mr I-think-you’d-like-Bowie,” You shot back playfully. Brian eyed you up and before you could add anything, he’d already picked you up so you were dangling upside down. Letting out a squeal, you attempted to kick the long-legged guitarist but he simply kept walking you, loud laughter escaping his lips as you jolted with every step

“Brian!” You screeched when your boyfriend pretended to drop you. After a few more minutes of your protesting, Brian placed you down upon reaching an opening in the forest. You were far away from any civilisation and streetlight, the moon being your only light source. You gaped as you observed the clusters of uncountable stars hung in the sky.

“It’s beautiful,” You breathed, taking Brian’s hand in yours.

“You see those stars up there? That’s an entire universe we’ve not yet dared to discover. That’s an unknown species, unnamed planet, a piece of information that could potentially change the way we think together, so close, yet so far away. In a neighbouring universe, hiding away,” Brian rambled and you could drag your eyes from him, an adoring smile blessing your face.

“That’s their universe. My universe is you. You’re it for me, Major Tom,” Brian’s lips turned up into a fond smile at your comment, leaning down to place his lips on yours.

BLURB WEEK

[queenmylovely]

Day 25: Lazy Mornings

pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and heavily implied smut

words: 324

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why so early?”

“Little nieces and nephews.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[goldenmazzello]

Never gonna love again.

Everything started when you met Joe on set of Bohemian Rhapsody in London, working as a makeup artist.

You were friends from day one.

Joe would always be joking around with you. You both were a crazy duo that made everyone chortle.

You had so much in common. You loved the same music, movies and food.

You were used to having long conversations in the morning while you were doing his makeup and drinking coffee.

Or when you had lunch during a break.

Two months into shooting the movie, you started to develope a crush on him.

At first, you tried to forget about it, since you wanted to keep everything very professional, but it was unlikely to happen.

You cannot choose when or when not to fall in love.

You remembered details about him that others didn't. And you were embarrassed because you couldn't hide it.

You would listen intently to him, even if it wasn't important.

You smiled at him a lot, often with a big goofy grin.

You fell deeply in love with Joe and the very first person to find out about your feelings was Rami.

You didn't tell him but he noticed it. It was obvious. The way you looked at him not only while you were getting him ready for his day at work but also when you were having lunch, the way you always seemed to be around him.

You begged Rami not to tell Joe about this and he agreed, saying he woud try to find out if he felt something for you.

You started to have high hopes when you heard Joe in between takes telling Gwilym he would ask "her" to go out next friday. You were sure he was talking about you and you were desperate for his question.

" I'm going to ask her to go on a date next friday after work, what do you think?"

You were kind of surprised because Joe could have waited for you to be out of earshot before saying anything.

"It's amazing Joe, I hope she says yes!"

Of course you were going to say yes.

Days went by and you were still waiting for Joe's question. You daydreamed about taking the friendship to the next level.

You started to give him signs so he could see you paid attention to every little detail.

You knew how he took his coffee, what he usually ate for lunch and his favorite songs by heart. The signs you were giving out were like a blinking neon light, but nothing seem to happen.

You thought he might forgot about it.

But he didn't.

It was thursday when the four boys were getting ready with you and your assistants when Ben spoke.

"So you have plans for tomorrow." He turned his face to see Joe, who was adjusting on his broccoli wig.

"Yeah."

"Did Grace say yes?!"

Grace.

So Joe shared your feelings, but for someone else.

She was the costume assistant of the movie and of course she would spend a lot of time with the cast too, with such luxurious outfits.

You were doing Rami's makeup when you heard her name leaving Joe's lips. You felt your heart dropped and Rami noticed. He could see it in your eyes.

He looked at you with compassion and as soon as you finished with him, you left the trailer.

Since that day, your mood changed. You were always with a big bright smile that could light the whole town, but it hasn't been seen in a while.

As much as you wanted to forget about everything and feel better, you couldn't.

Joe and Grace went on more dates.

You felt broken and the worst thing was you had to face him everyday. It was your work.

He could notice you weren't doing ok, but you avoided his questions.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm jus stressed." You said, emotionless.

Everytime you saw them together, you wish you were her.

You really wish you could be her.

You felt like a sixteen-year-old girl, with these crazy thoughts, but you wanted to be her.

You wanted her long blond hair, her precious smile and her perfume.

Maybe then, you thought, he'd like you more.

And you would be good enough for him.

You tried so hard to be everything that he liked.

But nothing seemed to work.

You felt he had found someonе more exciting than you.

You didn't get peace when you thought about her, you even imagined being in her place.

You were so blinded that you thought you really had to change for him.

You were like the song said, Losing my religion.

One day you were found crying in the bathroom by Lucy.

She was worried so she called Rami and they both tried to calm you.

"I've never felt this way before."

It was like your first teenage love, but in your late 20s.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I really mean it." Lucy held your hand while talking. "I'm sure you'll find someone who would feel the same."

"I thought he was into you...but I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry too." Rami said with a sad expression on his face. He was one of the sweetest actors you've ever worked with and now, he was a friend.

They were all your friends.

But you didn't want Joe to be your friend.

You never wanted to trade places so bad in your life and be his partner.

He broke more than your heart. But it really wasn't his fault.

You took a deep breath and said. "I'm never gonna love again."

[cherry-holland]

Gwilym Lee Masterlist

Blurbs

bed sharing 🥺🔥

[isitstraightvodka]

Strip

in which gwil doesn't like you and it's your mission to find out why.

pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k+

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut (the rough kind), oral (both m and f receiving), angst, swearing, alcohol use

a/n: hello my loves! i present to u what i have been working on for a while, it's filthy so read ahead w caution 😂😳 i really hope u enjoy it and please let me know if u do. any feedback, asks / rbs, would be much appreciated xx also gif credit is @mazzelloplots​ 💕

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You had no idea what you'd done for Gwil to hate your guts but it must be dead serious because he just about didn't give you any attention whenever you were in the same room. It was infuriating, as each day passed, you racked your brain to remember if you'd done or said anything for him to act like this around you but as always, nothing came to mind. All you got was a cold stare, or no eye contact at all, and at the very least, a few sentences but that was it. It made it even worse that both of you were friends with Ben, after all that's how you were introduced to each other, you figured he'd be a good guy as was evident the first time you met, a regular mutual friend greeting; first handshake, small smiles and twinkling new eyes but ever since then, everything had changed.

Every time you went out and saw Gwil, he either said nothing to you but "Hi." or he'd rush off somewhere else the moment you approached him. The cold shoulder did not do anything for your confidence, you were a friendly person and loved meeting new people but this was something else entirely, the confusion soon turned to tension and anger, ripping at your hair during lonely nights in your apartment, thinking why doesn't he like me? Then you went to Ben who just shrugged and said he'd warm up to you eventually, which you found incredibly difficult to believe, you weren't having it, it had been almost half a year and no progress, you'd had enough, you had to confront him.

Your opportunity arose only a week later, during a party at Joe's house.  it made your muscles tense up knowing you were going to see Gwil, and it wasn't fair of him to give you this sort of treatment without a shred of explanation. Everything was in full-swing when you arrived by your lonesome, but you didn't waste no longer than ten minutes making your move, so there you were, drink in hand, when you cornered him talking to Lucy. Walking head held high, you approached them, and Lucy smiled when she noticed you, you shared a kiss on the cheek before exchanging respective compliments on each other's looks, then your attention went to him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Both he and Lucy looked at you before the blonde nudged him with her arm, giving him a cool stare, as if to say, "Go sort this out", which was true since you and her had talked about the situation too, and her response was "It's between you and him, so get in there girl and stand up for yourself", and right now, tonight, you were going to heed her advice.

Gwil took a deep breath and walked next to you as you made your way to the nearest room, where it was quiet enough to talk, but the walk there seemed to stretch on for hours instead of a matter of seconds. You could feel the anxiety flooding through your body when his arm brushed your shoulder, you could tell he wasn't looking at you, his fingers gripping his wine glass a little too tight. Some sort of emotion hung between the two of you, you couldn't put your finger on it but it was something strong, something deep, Great another thing for you to be confused about. What you didn't know is that Gwil felt it too. 

After what felt like an age, you entered the guest bedroom, all neat and empty, leaving the impression nobody had stayed in there for a long time. Gwil had his free hand tucked into the pocket of his dark jeans, standing by the door once he closed it, silencing the bustle of the party, but still didn't give you his attention. You took a deep breath and tapped your nail on the rim of your drink, allowing your heartbeat to decrease, opening the conversation very kindly.

"I believe there is something we have to discuss."

All he did was part his lips and take a swig of red wine, leaning back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. Not one word left his mouth, he didn't move an inch and it took a lot in you not to start raising your voice. Why does he not want to talk to you? What is up his ass? Fucking say something, you bastard! The tension in the room was too stifling for you to cope with so you spoke again, but harsher.

"Fuck, you should man up and talk to me like a decent bloke, I thought you would be."

And that's when he finally looked at you. Without even realising it, the suddenness of eye contact made shivers run down your spine, deep blue eyes staring into yours, brows furrowed in faint disgust.

"Hate to burst your bubble then, love."

More shivers, rippling throughout your bones so fast you were almost afraid he'd be able to notice you slightly trembling. His voice wasn't supposed to do that....but it did, from the way he said it, from the way you finally saw his eyes in clear view, how fucking hot he looked just standing there, how had you not noticed that before? Because his blind hatred of you clouded that fact. You shook the thoughts out of your head and stood your ground.

"I seriously have no clue why you been acting like this around me. I have been nothing but kind to you, I haven't said one bad word to you, I truly wanted us to be friends but you find an excuse to escape me every chance you get!"

Your cheeks flushed red once the words left your lips, your free hand scrunching up into a fist, nails digging into your palm. Gwil all but sighed and...was that a smirk you saw? No, just a trick of the lights. The point of his shoe tapped the carpet as he looked down at his half-empty glass, collecting his thoughts.

"Not a bad word? I heard you talking to Joe the other week, you called me a dickhead."

"I have every reason to, you barely talk to me. This is the most you've talked to me in weeks."

"If you have reasons, then I have them too."

"Fucking tell me then instead of practically ignoring me! It's childish."

"So I'm the child but you're the one yelling." He cocked an eyebrow, was that another smirk? He's got me so confused? Is that what he wants?

"How do you expect me to react? I haven't appreciated the cold shoulder, Gwilym."

"I don't appreciate you running your mouth."

"Could just tell me whatever reasons you have instead of this."

You and him went back forth, trying to fight each other but it didn't seem to do anything good, it only heightened the tension between you two but a specific kind of tension. One you knew now and one he managed to figured out seeing you in front of him, raising your voice. In this moment, he saw how attractive you were, more so than he already thought, your face heating up and your hair glowing from the muted lights, the dress hugging your body almost provocatively, silver diamonds hanging from your ears and cherry-coloured lips parted slightly between words. You were so sexy and the alcohol buzzing through him wasn't helping, but this was the reason for it all. He fancied you.

"Look, it's complicated." He sighed, resting his head back against the wall. You had to bite back a laugh, is he serious?

"No, it's not. Open your mouth and just tell me."

But it turns out he didn't need to open his mouth, at least not the way you expected him to. It happened swiftly, too fast for you to comprehend, all you really saw was his glass fall to the floor, wine staining the carpet, then he crossed the room over you within three strides, took your face in his hands and crushed his lips against yours.

Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden pressure of his kiss...his kiss? You could barely understand what was happening, he held onto you like he needed air to breathe, you could taste the wine on his tongue, it was intoxicating, it felt...nice but was the wine nice or the aggression of his mouth? Questions swirled your mind, it didn't help your emotions during this moment, you didn't realise your mouth had opened on its own which allowed him to slip his tongue in a little and close the gap between you again, the second kiss even harder and more passionate, the softest groan of relief and delight from him ringing in your ears. You almost let yourself fall under his spell before you caught yourself and made a muffled squeak, your hand finding his jacket and pushing him away from you, gasping for a breath.

"What the fuck, Gwil?"

Thoughts circled your head, words bouncing off the walls, your hand brushing over your bottom lip, the gloss transferring to your skin as it had done on his lips, stained and shiny, you were surprised you were still holding your wine glass. He cocked an eyebrow at you as heat rose to his cheeks, he raised his hand almost as if he was apologising but you stopped him, holding up your own hand and shaking your head.

"What was that?"

"I...I kissed you."

"No shit Sherlock! Why? How is that supposed to explain anything?"

"I'm- I..." He couldn't seem to find the right words, he hesitated reaching his hand out further before deciding against it and pushing it back through his hair. You gulped, why is it so hot when he does that? You were so glad he couldn't read your mind right now, if he had heard what you just said, you sure would wish for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

"You think a kiss is going to solve everything? I'm not some plastic doll for you to play around with however you please."

"I..I know, I just..."

"Just what? I thought you'd tell me with words, I though-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I like you, okay?"

His pupils were blown wide as much as yours when he half-yelled the words and this time you were sure the glass was going to slip through your fingers but it still didn't, in fact you had a right mind to just down the whole thing after what he told you. You thought he didn't like you...he liked you? If you were confused before, then you were even more now, your hand fell to your side as you stared at him, eyes like glass, you couldn't even blink. Gwil's gaze had turned to the floor, pretending to be interested in the pale white carpet, his fingers moving to the back of his neck where sweat began to form. He waited for you to speak, the seconds ticked by painfully, it felt so long before you said anything.

"You...like me?" You gulped, trying to process his revelation. He chewed on his bottom lip and tucked both hands back into his pocket, nodding as his eyes flicked over to you.

"Yeah, I do, I like you. A lot."

His voice seemed fearful, anxious but with an underlying desperation, like that of a teenager admitting a big brush, it was rather cute in your eyes; first hot now cute? How can he be both? Stop it, stop questioning everything. You cursed yourself, fingers wrapped around your glass harder you thought it might crack. Instead of replying, you drained the wine, it was the only thing you could think of doing. Gwil watched as your throat moved, as you swallowed, he shuddered and prayed he wasn't showing through his pants, now wasn't the best time, especially with how you reacted. You sighed as the last drop fell into your mouth and rushed through your veins, you finally let the glass fall from your grasp and land with a small thud on the carpet. Your fingers came together in front of you, interlacing as you twiddled your thumbs, eyelids fluttering as you collected your thoughts, one deep breath and you looked at him.

"I don't understand. You like me, but you have been acting like you hate me, why do that?"

Gwil didn't answer right away, he fidgeted, hands still in his pockets, his vision now turning to eye the golden lamp on the bedside table. In this light, you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the deepest blue, like a calm ocean, like a pair of warm sapphires, you found yourself not looking away. 

"I didn't mean to be that way, I was just afraid." He said, still not looking at you.

"Why afraid?"

"Of rejection. Of you already being taken. I didn't want to admit anything if I had no chance with you." He confessed, raising one hand out of his pocket to massage his neck, your eyes locked to his fingers, wondering what they'd feel like around your ne- Cut it out! You banished your dirty thought and continued the talk.

"The worst I could say is no, and I'd mean it without any offense. And I'm not taken, I think you'd know if I was."

"That's the thing, I thought you were!"

"How did you come to that conclusion?" You peered at him. He sighed and scratched his beard, stubble littering his cheeks and chin, and right then, another X-rated thought entered your brain, You wonder what that would feel like between your legs...will it tickle? Itch? Arouse you? You think you wanted to know.

"Because you and Ben, and I...didn't want to get in the way"

You and Ben? You gave him a perplexed look as you tried to work out what your friend had got to do with any of this. Ben was really a great guy, you enjoyed his company, years of friendship had blossomed between him and you, and you loved being able to see him when he wasn't busy with his star-studded career, but there wasn't anything there to insinuate something more was happening between you two. 

Then it hit you.

"You thought that Ben...and me...that we...? Oh god no we're just friends!"

You bit back a giggle. Ben was easy on the eyes, anyone could see that, even Joe said it, multiple times, many conversation he'd told you, "That fucker's stupidly gorgeous isn't he?" but he was not your type. He was more like a brother to you than anything else. Sure there was the occasional kiss on the cheek, hugs a little longer than usual, his arm around your waist or ruffling your hair when you told a stupid joke, but friends did that, they could do that without having feelings for each other. Gwil almost lost his balance after what you said, Just friends...Just friends...

"Are you sure? I mean he's the pretty boy."

"Okay he's pretty but he is like family to me, I wouldn't hit that even if I was piss drunk." 

Your mouth curled at the corners, as did his and both of you shared  a small laugh. Your eyes fell upon the empty wine glass on the floor, teeth tugging at your lower lip; you could see Gwil's body shift a little closer, one foot in front of the other, until he was standing before you, chests almost touching. His fingers stroked your jaw, moving underneath your chin to bring your gaze up to his face. He looked...intense but still had a softness behind his eyes, something sweet and hesitant but at the same time, you could feel he wanted to continue the kiss he gave only minutes ago.

"So...no Ben?"

You rested your hand on his wrist, giving him a smile as your eyes went from his to his lips, mouth watering at the memory of them on yours.

"No Ben."

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"Gwil..."

His name was like chocolate on your tongue, as his tongue worked over and against your slick folds. One hand in his hair and the other curled behind your head, back arching with every hum he made against you, his mouth was insane, you hadn't felt such pleasure in god knows how long; he really knew what he was doing.  And he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did, smiling as he pressed kisses to your swollen clit, groaning with each flick and lick, with each tug you made on his hair, and that mixed with the feeling of his stubble rubbing your inner thighs and right above your mound as he angled his lips in the most delightful of ways. 

You were getting closer, you could almost taste it, feel it....but he stopped and raised his face from between your legs, his arms still wrapped around your flushed thighs. His mouth was wet, his hair in disarray and his eyes dilated; he looked fucking hot, but right now, you wanted to scream at him for stopping it right when you were about to finish. He could see you were almost angry at how suddenly he pulled away from your heat, he stroked the curve of your left breast as he began to lay down next to you, his free hand resting over his mouth.

"Come sit here."

It took you a few seconds to realise what he meant, your breath got caught in your throat, slowly blinking at him in surprise.

"Are you...are you sure?"

"Yes, you're so beautiful, I'd love nothing more than for you to ride my tongue."

You certainly did not expect something so foul to come out of his mouth but fuck you loved it. A smile grew on your face as you sat up, as he brought his hands to your hips just as you were about to face the headboard, he pushed you in the other direction a tad.

"Sit the other way, baby."

Your cheeks became hot and you were almost embarrassed at how flustered a simple petname made you. You gasped as you got into position, his nose right there against you and in your line of eyesight was his sweaty body, his happy trail disappearing into his jeans, and through those, a bulge was unmistakable.

You'd made him hard and you hadn't done anything but kiss him, you giggled at the reality of it, the embarrassment fading into smugness. Gwil moved his hands over your thighs, giving one of them a slap and you yelped in shock.

"What are you laughing about, huh?"

You bit your lip as you answered.

"You're hard."

"O'course I fucking am. Eating you out did that to me, hell you make me hard just by looking at me." He murmured on you, and before you could say anything, his tongue was back on you, licking back and forth, covering the length of your heat, he didn't leave one spot untouched by his tongue. Moans flew out of your mouth, sweat beading on your skin as he switched between his lips and his tongue, going so far as to telling you to bounce, and doing that was one hell of an experience. You leaned forward and raised your hips so you could move more, his tongue stuck out flat so you could feel it inside you, warming you up, stretching you out, he really cared about making you feel good and giving you the best feeling before you reached your high.

Your hands latched onto the belt around his jeans, curled over his body, grinding over his mouth, his facial hair once again giving you that cherry on top, his growls of hunger and delight pushing you over the edge. One palm slapped your ass cheeks, his name flowing from your lips again.

"Cum for me, cum on my face, sweet girl."

And you did just that, body shaking as you rode out your orgasm on his face, his lips never detaching from your clit, intending to make you have the most explosive high, and it sure felt like that. Your toes and fingers were on fire, your heart shot through the roof and you had trouble catching your breath as he lapped you up, "Mm you taste so good", another slap to your ass, chuckling against your heat, nose bumping on your clit, making you whimper a little given how sensitive you were. You slowly sat up and ran a hand through your damp hair, laughing through deep breathes.

"Fuck, you're amazing at that."

"Thought I wouldn't be?" You could feel his smirk beneath you.

"No no, just...wow."

Gwil smirked wider and gave your clit one last kiss, your eyes back on the even-harder bulge in his jeans. He'd just made you feel incredible. You wanted to do the same to him. So instead of moving from your position, you simply leaned down over his toned chest and started unbuckling his belt.

"Oh I see someone's hungry too." He laughed, hands resting on your red ass. Something came over you, the sexual side of you suddenly arose and within seconds, his belt was off and you were pulling his jeans down. He gave you some help by lifting his hips, you pushed them down to his knees and now you could see how hard he actually was, almost bursting to be released from the prison of his boxers. You didn't want to keep him waiting, you giggled and tucked your fingers into them, and pushed them down to join his jeans, more giggles spilling out when you got the first proper look at his cock.

The tip was pink, precum already forming, he was thick, very girthy, bigger than you thought but still you weren't that surprised. You slipped your fingers around him and gripped him and he hissed, his breath hot on your cunt. You smiled to yourself and pumped him a few times, relishing how warm and hard he was in your hand, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the veins, satisfied with your work, you puckered your lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock, and the noise he made was so fucking sexy, the sweetest groan and the hottest whine.

"Holy shit..."

You concentrated on where you sucked and moved your mouth, your hand tight around the base of his shaft. From previous experiences, you knew lubricant of any kind worked a treat, so you took a moment to pull your lips off and spit over the head, gently rubbing wetness all over his length; that got him considering the deep moans he was making right against your clit. Feeling his mouth so close to you while you sucked him off made you powerful, like you had him in your corner, it was your turn to give him pleasure and in his hand, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. 

When his eyes were open, they were on your cunt, fucking you with his vision, his hands moving from your ass to your hips to your upper thighs, gripping your skin as his own hips started to move with your mouth and before long, Gwil was fucking your mouth. You choked and whimpered around his cock, delicious sounds from his perspective, leaving marks on your ass from how hard he was holding you.

"Your mouth's so warm and tight fuck baby I-"

His words encouraged you to do more, fingers away from his cock and moving to his balls, you grabbed one and he let out a cry of delight, jerking his hips up faster until your eyes started to water; it burned but it was a good burn, making Gwil feel this way made you feel good, pleasing him made you feel good. As you squeezed his balls, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, neck craned all the way back over the pillow, his toes curling over the end of the bed. Your own thighs started to shake and your throat tightened around him, and he lost his hand.

"Just like that, yeah."

And with your mouth around him and your fingers gripping his balls, he finished, quicker than you thought; it wasn't even three minutes and you tasted hot thickness, his cum, him. You gagged a little as you removed your lips softly like sucking a lollipop, strings of your saliva dripping from his cock. You gasped and swallowed; you never spat out, it was a rule you gave yourself, what a waste it would be to spit, especially after sucking Gwil off, and speaking of him, his breath was heavy and fast, chest puffing in and out as he came down from his high, eyes glittering and a cheesy grin on his face.

"You're amazing at that."

All you could do was giggle and say, "I know."

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He was buried deep inside your walls, stretching out every inch and corner of you, the strokes of his cock were heavenly, easily hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your legs were wrapped high around his waist, ankles crossed over, nails digging into his back and dragging down his spine, one of his hands gripping the headboard and the other on your thigh, keeping you in place as he fucked you raw.

"Gwil, Gwil...please.." 

"Please what? What do you want?" He grunted between thrusts. Tears burned your lids as your hips smashed with his, lips inches away from his, his warm breath setting your face alight.

"Please...I want to cum, I want us to cum together..."

"Oh fuck.."

The way he moved got harder, faster, more aggressive to the point where your legs were turning into jelly and all you could feel was his stiff cock, you could not even get a proper sentence out anymore, if you did, it was laced with high whines. As his body meshed with your own, your eyes glanced at his arm, where his hand held onto the headboard with so much force you wondered why it hadn't broken. You felt yourself melt into the bed at the sight of his bicep, skin wrapped thin around the muscles, a sheen of sweat coating over his arm, more sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck, face dipping close to your jaw, the air humid between the two of you.

"I'm gonna cum, shit- but I'm not wear-"

"I'm..on the p-p-pill, cum in me, Gwil." You gripped at him, pulling his chest closer, clenching your cunt around him, desperate for him to finish. The "fucking hell" told you he was only seconds away and sure enough, you felt it, you felt his orgasm, how his cock pulsated inside you, even better inside you than in your mouth and you followed barely a minute after when he was still riding out his high, your back off the bed and your legs trembling around him, harsh scratches left deep in his back because of you. 

Gwil collapsed on top of you, your fingers finding their way into his sweaty hair, as he slowly pulled out of you, the remnants of what you'd just did together dripping down your thigh, something he found extremely attractive. He attached his lips to yours in a passionate sweet kiss, as if you two hadn't just fucked each other's brains out, smiling as he broke the kiss and pressed another to your nose.

"Didn't think this would happen coming here tonight." He guffawed, rolling off you to get comfortable beside you. Like second nature, you curled up into him, your arm draped over his chest and his over your shoulders, sheets askew down to his waist as well as yours; to the both of you, cuddling after sex was as special as the act of sex itself.

"Neither did I...but I like that it happened." You smiled up at him. His fingers stroked your hair, his lips against the top of your head.

"Yeah? Me too."

You and Gwil stayed there, having cuddle time and striking up a conversation about what this meant for your relationship; you liked him and he liked you but for right now, it was agreed upon that the sex was great and that's what it would be, unless deeper feelings crept in. Time was lost, you felt safe with him, his hand in your hair as you traced patterns on his skin, but as much as you loved having this, you knew you couldn't stay here all night.

"We should get back. Everyone will be wondering where we are." You sat up and gathered the sheets up to your chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Gwil joined you and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're right about that, let's go, love." He said, and just as he was about to get out of the bed, there was a knock at the door followed by a very familiar American accent.

"I don't know what's happening in there but if you two are done defiling MY guest bedroom, you'd better come out and watch Ben do Jell-O shots off me." 

You burst out laughing and your head fell into Gwil's neck at Joe's statement, he chuckled along with you and sighed deeply, eyebrows raised; he didn't want to leave this room either, not with having you in the bed, gloriously naked and beautiful. But still, the two of you had to rejoin the party. He kissed your temple and rubbed your shoulder as giggles slipped through your lips, he couldn't help but smile even wider at the sound of your laughter.

"Well well we can't miss that, can we?"

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