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warren-lauren · 5 years ago

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Thank you for writing the daughter of Roger Taylor, it was phenomenal🥰 would you write something where the reader is the bass player for queen + Adam Lambert where Roger and Brian see her like a daughter and Adam sees her as a sister, where Roger and Brian introduce to the borhap boys while filming and she ends up being the girlfriend of one of them?

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Lovesick teenagers - Gwilym Lee x Deacon!reader

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll behave," You smiled into the phone as you listened to your dad, "Are you sure you don't want to be here? Okay, no, I know, I just... I'm not you, am I- no, I know, we're practically the same-" You rolled your eyes playfully as you listened to your father, "Okay, Dad, I'll talk to you later. Yep, I'll say hi to Brian and Roger for you. Yeah, love you too, Dad, bye."

You turned the last corner, following the directions from one of the many crew members that were working on the film and came to exactly where you were meant to be.

"Uncle Bri!" You called out happily as you walked up to the mass of grey curls.

He turned around grinning, "Y/N!" He cheered, pulling you into a tight hug before popping a kiss on your cheek, "I was starting to worry about you," He smiled.

"I wasn't,"

You rolled your eyes grinning as you turned around to face Roger, "Whatever you say, Uncle Rog," You placed a kiss on his bearded cheek. "I was on the phone to Dad. He says hi, by the way,"

Both men smiled warmly at the mention of your father, "I'll give him a call later, it's been a while." Roger placed a fatherly kiss to your forehead, much like the one Brian had given you.

Brian nodded, agreeing with his oldest friend. "For now, Miss Deacon, we have some lovely people for you to meet." Brian grinned as he slipped his arm around your shoulders and the three of you began to move out onto the massive stage. Brian explained that they were filming the live aid scenes. "Gentlemen, and lady," Brian smiled at the small group of people, "I'd like to introduce you to someone rather special, Y/N Deacon,"

You raised your hand in the air with a polite smile, glancing at each person for a couple of seconds, having some idea of who each of them was, although seeing them dressed as Queen in '85 was a bit difficult.

"Hello, it's lovely to meet you," The only girl of the group beamed at you as she held her hand out towards you, "I'm Lucy,"

"Hello," You smiled back as you shook her hand, already sensing she was a lovely person.

"Hello, I'm Rami, or Freddie," He grinned making you laugh a little.

You nodded, "Definitely look like my Uncle Fred," You smiled at him.

"I'm Ben..." Ben winked at you making you blush slightly as you shook his hand, yep, Roger.

You nodded smiling at him before turning your attention to the man beside him, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him, "Wow..." You grinned, reaching up to brush your hand over his hair, "It's like looking at my old man... well, when I was about two," You chuckled, "Nice to meet you..."

"Joe," He cleared his throat, "-and the pleasure is all mine," Joe said in his best 'John Deacon' voice as he smiled, shaking your hand, "How's that?"

You smiled nodding, "Not bad... needs a little tweak but not bad,"

"Damn, I'll keep working on it," Joe winked cheekily.

You nodded, turning your attention to the last man, your breath once again catching in your throat but for an entirely different reason. "Damn," You cleared your throat, blushing as he stared at you. "Wow," You began smiling as you turned to look at Brian. "How freaky is that? He's your spitting image, Uncle Bri!"

Brian's head fell back as everyone began laughing. "Yes, it's certainly uncanny, isn't it?"

You nodded turning back to face the uncanny look-a-like, "It's nice to meet you, Gwilym,"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You know who I am?" He blushed a little.

You nodded, "Oh, yes. Midsomer Murders, Jamestown... Fresh Meat," You smirked at him, "I'm quite the fan," You winked playfully, smirking as he began blushing even more.

"Yes, well, it's nice to meet you too," He smiled as you took his offered hand and gently shook it.

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You sat at the dining table that was being used in one of the scenes looking through the photographs of Freddie as a boy with a soft smile on your face. You were vaguely aware of someone taking a seat next to you as you ran your fingertips over the surface of a photograph.

"What's the earliest memory of him you have?" Gwilym asked as he looked at one of the photographs.

You stayed silent for a minute or so as you thought about his question. A smile began curling at the corners of your lips, "I was about two, two and a half. Round, about the time they all got back together just before Live Aid. I went to one of the rehearsals with mum, when we got there they were rehearsing Bohemian Rhapsody and I went straight up to Uncle Freddie and began poking at the keys. He sat me on his knee and started to teach me how to play." You smiled looking up to meet Gwilym's gaze.

He reached up and brushed the tears from your cheeks, tears that you hadn't even realized you were shedding. "And now you're in the same band." He grinned.

You nodded letting out a small giggle, "Yes as my Dad." The two of you began laughing as you looked back at the photographs. "I was eight or so when he died. God... it was awful. I remember Dad, and Uncle Brian and Uncle Roger being destroyed. He was my hero, my Uncle Fred... he had cats," You began laughing at the reason you used to give as a kid.

Gwilym wrapped his arms around you as your laugh turned into small sobs. He hushed you as he comforted you.

"Y/N?" Brian was concerned and ever the protective father when it came to one of his children being upset, "Is everything okay?" He asked as he took a seat next to you at the table, glancing down at the photographs.

You nodded sitting up, "Fine, Uncle Bri, just talking about Uncle Fred being my hero," You smiled.

Brian began grinning, "Because he had cats,"

You nodded laughing, "Because he had cats."

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"I've never seen you so manly," You teased Adam as he stood in front of you in his trucker costume.

He rolled his eyes before flipping you the bird, "I like this look on me."

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, definitely a look for you," You smirked.

Gwilym's movement from across the room caught your attention. He was talking to Ben and Joe, all three in an earlier Queen look. It made you smile as you watched the three of them.

"Could you be any more obvious?" Adam teased behind you.

You looked back at him with a confused look, "What?"

"Your lovesick puppy look," He smirked, pinching your left cheek until you smacked his hand away. "It gives you away."

"I don't have, a lovesick puppy look,"

Adam chuckled as he began to walk off to join the others on set, "Yeah, right."

"I don't!" You stomped your foot in annoyance as Adam laughed.

"You don't what?" Roger asked as he walked up behind you making you jump.

You let out a small huff, "Have a lovesick puppy look."

"Oh," Roger let out a dry chuckle, nodding, "That. It's more of a lovesick teenager look. Right, Bri?"

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Brian who was approaching the pair of you. "Certainly. You forget we've seen that look on you before," Brian smirked making you blush. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us." He winked.

"Oh my God." You sighed dramatically. "I'm off for a smoke,"

Roger frowned as he watched you walk off from him and Brian. "You don't smoke."

"If it gets me away from you two," You smirked cheekily at him over your shoulder as you headed for the exit. You stepped out into the fresh air taking in a deep breath as someone called your name behind you.

You looked over your shoulder with a small smile as Gwilym, in all his fake curly hair glory walked up to you.

"Everything okay? You looked a bit, annoyed back there." He smiled down at you as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

You nodded, "Oh, hmm, yeah, that's nothing but a bit of band teasing." You smiled.

Gwilym nodded, "Right."

"Thanks for, checking, though. That's, really sweet of you." You smiled at him.

Gwilym let out a small chuckle as he looked down to his feet. "Well, I just, wanted to make sure you were, okay and that, you know, if you ever, wanted to talk..." He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

You smiled a little more, "Thanks," You reached up and placed your hand on his arm. "Same applies... Mr. May," You winked before stepping around him and heading back inside to join the others.

"See, lovesick teenager." Roger pointed at you with a cheeky smirk.

You rolled your eyes as you walked straight by him and over to Lucy thinking you were safe from teasing if you hung out with her. You were wrong.

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You shook your head with a small chuckle, "You need to lean back a bit," You pushed on Joe's shoulder, "Not so much that you bloody fall over." You giggled as Joe nearly toppled over.

"Fuck sake. Show me, now, please," Joe batted his eyelashes making you laugh.

"Alright," You rolled your eyes as you took the bass off Joe and through it over your shoulder.

"Oh, hang on!" Ben called out as he walked over along with Gwilym and Rami to where you and Joe were 'rehearsing'. "We have a real-life Deaky performing," He grinned at you.

You shook your head as you turned to Joe, "So, watch-" You poked him so he'd look at what you were doing. You leaned back like you had said and then put your fingers into position before you began plucking at the strings to the familiar song.

As much as you tended to put yourself down about not being your Dad, he had taught you and the two of you had practiced alongside each other for years and years so, you had become Deaky the second in a sense when it came to playing bass. Not to say you couldn't be Freddie, Brian, and Roger if wanted, you had caught the musical talent bug off them.

"Wow," Gwilym smiled at you, "You're definitely your father's daughter."

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I've picked up a couple of things from him."

"Haven't I seen you play Roger's drums on your Insta?" Ben asked with a grin.

You nodded, "And the Red Special." You smiled at Gwilym before lifting the bass from around your neck. "Right, your turn," You handed it back to Joe with a smile before you left him to practice what you had just shown him.

"Hey, Y/N," Gwilym caught up to you as you headed out the room.

"Yeah," You smiled up at him as the pair of you came to standstill.

"I don't suppose you could, hmm, give me some pointers, could you? Since you can play, and, Brian has taught you, and-" Gwilym stopped talking as he noticed you grinning at him, "What?"

"I could, or you could ask me out for a drink and we stop acting like-"

"Lovesick teenagers?" Gwilym asked with his own grin before chuckling, "Yeah, I've been told that's what we're both like." The pair of you blushed and grinned at each other before Gwilym began talking again, "Would you like to go for a drink? Tonight, if you're free?"

You nodded, "I would love to, Gwilym,"

Gwilym grinned, "Great! Well, I best be getting back-" He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, "So, hmm, yeah... See you soon," He blushed as he went to turn away before doubling back to peck your cheek softly before he whispered a final goodbye.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched Gwilym walk-off, glancing over his shoulder at you with his grin still plastered on his face, making your stomach knot with excitement.

Hours later, you were sat with Gwilym in a local bar, enjoying each other's company. Although the two of you were sat at a small table in a corner, so close that your knees were knocking into each other, to you it was your own little world

"So, tell me how you ended up getting the job as bassist in the band?" Gwilym asked.

"Well," You smiled looking down to your hand that played with the bottom of your wine glass, "Like any other time, Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, asked Dad if he fancied getting back into it. They always ask and he always declines, it's just not him anymore," Your smile saddened a little at the thought. You wished your dad played more than he did, you loved watching your own little rock-dad. "Anyway, at the time of them asking him, I'd gone round to ask for his advice on my current predicament,"

"Oh?" Gwilym asked, genuinely looking interested, you could see it in his eyes.

You hummed, "I'd just decided to leave the band I was in at the time. It wasn't the right band for me," You frowned at the thought of your old band, "Anyway, Dad said why not give it a go. I knew every cord to every song, I can sing and I was sure to get on with Adam..."

Gwilym grinned, "The pair of you do seem close."

"From the moment we met, we got on like a house on fire. He's like my annoying brother." You chuckled, "I deserve a medal putting up with those three on tour."

Gwilym chuckled, "If they're anything like Ben and Joe then yes, you do."

"Oh, they're worse. Don't get me started on when they're in dad mode," You rolled your eyes with a slight huff, "I've lost count of how many men Roger has scared off when we're on band night outs."

Gwilym's brows knitted together in a small frown as his grip around his glass tightened. Was he jealous or happy that other men had the chance to be scared off from you? "Uh-oh. Should I be worried?" He asked as he turned his gaze to meet yours.

You shook your head as you bit your bottom lip, "It depends what you're hoping to get." You smirked.

Gwilym,'s frown turned into a small grin, "I'll settle for a kiss... for now," He whispered, opening a little closer to you.

"Hmm... A kiss... for now," You smiled up at him.

The two of you slowly closed the gap between, your lips pressing against one another. Your hands slid up Gwylim's neck to thread into his short hair as Gwilym cupped the side of your face, his tongue lightly licking at your bottom lip before you allowed him access to your mouth. Your noses nudged against each other's as your kiss deepened.

You drew a deep breath as you pulled back from Gwylim, biting softly at his bottom lip cheekily as you did. A small groan left Gwylim's mouth as you did. "Fuck," He let out a breathy chuckle. "I might need another one."

"Me too,"

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"Now, we have some very specials friends here tonight," Adam spoke out to the crowd. "Where are you guys? C'mon, let us hear from you!" He called out.

You grinned, looking away from Adam to Brian and then Roger before finally looking out to the crowd and to where Gwilym was stood. Your grin grew as he waved his arms in the air cheering, along with Rami, Lucy, and Joe.

"Alright!" Adam let out a chuckle before he turned his attention to you with a wicked grin, "Wanna say hello to your man, Miss Deaky?" The audience cheered.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Hello, Mr. Lee." You blew a kiss out to the audience in his direction, grinning as he caught it and blew it back to you. You laughed as you saw Joe pout. "Give my old man a kiss, would ya'," You joked.

Gwilym turned to Joe and placed a sloppy kiss on Joe's cheek making you all laugh.

"Can we get on? Even if it is, disco!" Roger chuckled from behind you making you grin even more.

"It's NOT disco!" You smiled at him. "Ready?" You asked looking around for confirmation before you began playing the chords to Another One Bites the Dust, your eyes moving from your bass to where Gwylim stood. You didn't miss the look of pure love in his eyes and the way he blew another kiss towards you making your heart flutter.

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lovehelpmewrite · 5 years ago

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And The Award Goes To...

Title: And The Award Goes To...

Pairing: Gwil x reader

Word Count: 2k

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

Warnings: smut, giving Gwil a blowjob, swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwil let out a shaky breath above me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was like heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned against me.

“Do I have to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rossmccallsqueen · 5 years ago

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Gwilym having a stretch mark kink?

Okay so

Let’s put it this way, your pregnancy definitely hasn’t been easy on you

You started putting on weight fairly quickly (which Gwil would tell you was a good thing because the baby would benefit, but you that didn’t mean you had to like it)

By the time you were about six months you started developing some stretch marks

As the pregnancy continued they just kept getting bigger and it seemed like more appeared

Which also correlated with gwil somehow. your husband had been much much much more handsy the last couple weeks

You definitely didn’t mind though because you were horny as shit and gwil could do WONDERS with his fingers

Seriously that man had a super power or something

But anyway, now that you had a theory it was time to put it to the test. The two things could be connected, they could not. But you definitely needed to know

You waited until gwil was at home for the evening (it always varied because of his time on set)

Once he was relaxed in bed, you started undressing and saying that you were going to take a shower (it couldn’t look like you were coming onto him, duh)

“Hey love, could you hand me my hairbrush from the dresser?” You called to him while you were getting the knots out after you washed it

“Sure, one sec!” You heard him grab it, and damn he was fast

“Here you are my lady love” he put the brush on the counter and wrapped his hands around your stomach

He was moving them in circles like he was rubbing it, and you noticed them following the lines of your stretch marks

That’s when you noticed the little hint behind you. The little hint being gwil’s cock poking the small of your back and then you knew your theory was true

“Gwil?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you turned on by my stretch marks?” You raised an eyebrow at him

“Is it bad if i am?”

“Oh honey.. absolutely not.” You said the latter part of your answer in a low sultry voice

“You’re just so beautiful. Your stomach stretching because I put a baby in you.. our baby... and those marks are just so damn sexy baby girl. They do things to me.” He began kissing the small of your neck and tried to kiss any part he could reach

It didn’t take much to make you wet these days and damn you were already dripping

“I’m thinking you should join me in shower... daddy.”

Gwilym bit down on your neck and slapped your ass gently as you both climbed into the shower

The water fell warmly over both of you and it felt like it heightened your senses

Gwilym began kissing you harder than he ever had before and his fingers were attacking your pussy

The moans escaping your mouth were only turning him on so much more

He gently motioned for you to sit down on the bench in your shower and now his tongue was attacking your pussy

You didn’t even care if the lack of water made you cold, gwilyms tongue felt fucking incredible. And you noticed his hands were all over your stretch marks

Your hands instinctly tangled in his hair and tried to push his tongue further into you you just wanted him to get that one spot

And then he found it and it was like he hit the jackpot

It wasn’t long before you were screaming so loud you thought the mirror might break

Without hesitation you traded places with gwil, returning the favor and loving his cum all over your face (good thing you were in the shower)

But then he had to help you up because ya know, super pregnant 😂❤️

Once you were both cleaned off and showered you wrapped your arms around his neck and he just had this look in his eyes

“So, my stretch marks huh?” He laughed a little, sealing your love with a kiss

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rogerina-deacon · 5 years ago

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Sir // Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader Summary: When you teasingly call Gwil “sir” for the first time, things take an unexpected turn Warnings: S M U T!! I’m telling y’all, it’s some kinky shit. Bondage, sir kink, heavy dom/sub dynamic, oral (m and f receiving), flogging, a bit of praise, a bit of begging, unprotected sex (please use protection when you fuck, this is just fantasy) Word Count: 1892

This started out innocent enough. But here you were, completely naked, hands bound behind your back, kneeling on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Your boyfriend was walking circles around you, fully clothed in black dress shirt, pants, and shoes, flogger in hand. Let’s take it back to how you found this side of Gwilym though, shall we?

It was Sunday morning, maybe 10:23 if you had to guess, and you and Gwilym had been doing some cleaning. Well, Gwilym had been doing some cleaning, you had been getting distracted.

“Y/N, love, could you maybe help me with this?” He asked, slightly frustrated that you weren’t doing shit, as he picked up the trash scattered around the kitchen.

“Of course, sorry to keep you waiting, sir” You teased, but you had no idea the effect of that last word on him. His jaw clenched, grip tightened, and cock stirred all at the same time at the new name. Meanwhile, you were oblivious to this, picking up old wrappers and tossing them into the black garbage bag in Gwil’s hand. But he couldn’t focus on a thing.

Now, back to where we were, to the situation you were in all because of that one word. Sir. You never knew Gwil wanted to be called “sir”, nor that the word could ever make him so… so domineering. Sure, you knew he could get a little kinky and was in no way opposed to being called daddy from time to time, but nothing you two had done in bed together was quite like this.

“Now, now, now… babydoll, what got you into this predicament?” He asked, condescending, as he stopped pacing to stand at your side, though out of view from you as long as you didn’t turn your head. Which you didn’t dare to do, afraid of what punishment may come. Though you almost wanted to push his buttons, to be a brat, to see what he might do to you.

“I asked you a question.” He snapped, punctuating every word so you knew the tone for the night if you didn’t already.

“Um, I was…” You trailed off, wondering what to say. That you were naughty? No, too cliche. Were a bad girl? No, still cliche. And then the response hit you- why not say the exact reason you were there?

“I, uh, I called you sir.” You said, shakily, taking a gulp of nothing.

“That’s right. You called me sir, and completely distracted me from what I was doing. When I heard that word come out of your mouth, my cock instantly hardened and I just knew I’d have to do something about it.” He said, laughing humorlessly as he moved to stand in front of you.

“And now, I am. Open wide, but not before you call me that again.”

“Yes, sir.” You did as you were told, opening your mouth after you called him his new favorite word, making him growl lowly as he dropped the flogger to the ground, moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, sliding it through the loops before tossing it to the floor. Unbuttoning his trousers, he unzipped the zipper before making his pants and boxers slide down and pool at his ankles. His cock sprang free as it was released from the constraints of his clothing, standing at attention where it met with his belly button. He was long, a bit girthy, and the tip was swollen, red and throbbing, needy for you. Stroking himself a few times, he sighed at finally getting relief, eyes closing as he lost himself for a moment. But he came back fast, positioning his member to brush right up against your lips, the slightest amount of precum present and being painted on your lips like a brush applying paint to canvas.

“Can you suck my cock like a good girl?” He asked, and you responded by taking the head in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tightly as you sucked and swirled your tongue around him, covering him in a mixture of your saliva and his precum before you took him further. Normally you’d use a hand to work his shaft, but both were unavailable to use so you had to bob your head further down than normal, the extra few inches making their way to the entrance of your throat, and guessing by the grunts and groans coming from Gwil’s mouth you were doing a good job.

“Take it deeper, I know you can.” He instructed, his voice stern. You gradually bobbed your head further down his shaft until you were slightly gagging on his length. You rested momentarily, but Gwilym quickly put you back in your place.

“Did I say you could stop?” he asked condescendingly. “You can go further, I know you can. You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.” And he was right. You have taken him deeper, all the way in fact, so you should be able to do it again. So you pushed your face further towards him, a long, low moan escaping his throat as he entered yours, your nose nearly in his pubic hair as you held your head in place, eyes watering.

“Good girl, keep it in there for five” he paused, tears welling further.

“Four.” he continued, pausing yet again.

“Three. Two.” He was almost done, so close to saying the number that would let you come up for air. A tear left each eye as you stared up at him, your eyes pleading him to let you breath. You could always give him the signal, shaking your head side to side, but you could handle this. You could push yourself, after all this wasn’t completely unbearable.

“And… one. That’s a good girl, you can breathe now.” He praised, and you wasted no time in removing his cock from your mouth, your chest heaving as you took deep breaths.

“I think I’m done with having you blow me for now, baby girl. I’m gonna go stand by the edge of the bed and i want you to follow me there, got it? But only start moving once I give you the okay, I want to watch you do it.” He said before stepping out of his pants and grabbing the flogger from the floor before walking over to the bed, taking off his shoes and socks once he got there.

“Okay, you can come here now.” he said, one hand lightly placed around his still throbbing cock as he watched you struggle to get there on only your knees, his other holding the flogger. He chuckled lightly as he observed your struggle, enjoying your determination to get there despite the difficulty. When you finally got to his side, you rested on the heels of your feet as you looked up to him, awaiting instruction.

“Now, I want you to bend over the bed. Think you’ll need help getting up there?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, nodding, and he set the toy down on the bed before crouching to grab you by the waist and pull you up and into a standing position before he helped you bend over the bed, feet on the ground and ass in the air.

“Mmh, what a pretty sight. So exposed for me, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically, flogger now in hand, lightly twisting his wrist as he paced and admired you from behind.

“Yes, sir.” You confirmed, feeling vulnerable without seeing him, not knowing what to expect other than that he was about to use that toy on your ass, which was prominently on display for him along with your glistening pussy.

“How many do you think you deserve? 10?” He suggested, and you nodded, forgetting that he needed verbal confirmation. He always needed verbal confirmation, never doing anything without it.

“I need an answer, nodding that pretty little head of yours means nothing.” He said, voice stern and sharp as he got used to using the flogger. “Maybe we’ll make it 15 for that, huh? That sound like enough?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” You said, and he chuckled behind you at the state of total and utter submission you were in for him.

“Good girl.” He praised, biting his lip as he halted behind you, taking in the glorious sight in front of him as he prepared himself to use the toy on you. He had practiced with it many times, waiting for the right occasion to finally bring it out. And now that he had it out, he was contemplating how to go about this. Should he ask you if you’re ready, or should he just start, make you on edge in anticipation of when he’s gonna start? He figured the latter would give him a better reaction, so that’s what he went with.

“Okay, now when I start, whenever that may be, you will count each and every one, got it?” He instructed.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, bracing for what was to come. You had felt his hand and belt strike your ass before, but never the thin strips of leather on a flogger, so you were nervous and excited all at once as you awaited the new sensation.

Waiting a few moments, Gwil finally used the toy on you, striking your right cheek. A jolt ran through you from the sharp sting, body moving forward as a whimper escaped you.

“O-one” You counted, making sure to add more volume to your voice to make sure it was loud enough for him, knowing he’d only do it again until you were as loud as he wanted.

“That’s a good girl, nice and loud for me to hear.” He observed before he delivered another blow to your left cheek, the sting still new but so welcome as you kept counting out loud for him, his strikes alternating between each side of your ass, the pain numbing you in a way while still almost burning it. Your skin was growing redder and redder, along with your cunt growing wetter and wetter each time the flogger made contact with the smooth skin of your ass. By now, your slick arousal was nearly dripping down your thighs, your heat glistening right before Gwilym’s eyes, and he loved the sight. Your pussy was practically begging him to taste you, to finger you, to fuck you, and he was so close to giving in. But not before he was done with the task at hand. He was nearing the last few strikes, and by now tears of painful pleasure flowed down your cheeks slowly.

“F-fourt-teen” You stammered out, pain evident in your voice, but as long as you didn’t say “caramel”, Gwil knew you were truly fine with this.

“Are you ready or the last one, babydoll?” He asked, his tone softening for a moment.

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” You confirmed, and Gwil gave you the hardest blow yet, one that made you nearly cry out before weakly stating out “fifteen”. Gwil was in awe at that moment, from the way you took each and every strike to the way your ass looked from being flogged fifteen times for your first time using it, he was amazed at what you were capable of.

“Mmh, you did such a good job, love, took that all so well. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked, placing the flogger on the bedside table before making his way to where you were bent over the bed. He softly placed his hands on your oversensitive, red ass, the contact making you jump, but he was quick to soothe you, softly massaging your flesh.

“Here, let me make it so you can move your arms.” He said, untying the piece of rope that connected the two pieces tied to each of your wrists. He then helped you get fully onto the bed, and you turned over to sit properly, though you winced as soon as your ass made contact with the fabric, the sore and tender flesh aggravated by the pressure. While you were trying to get comfortable, Gwil moved over to the dresser, where he opened the drawer designated for your sex toys. From there, he pulled out more rope, and you knew what was coming. He couldn’t go completely soft on you yet, so he had to gain control by attaching the rope bracelets on your wrists to the bedposts, along with your ankles so you were spread as wide as you could for him to devour. He helped you to lift your ass to place a pillow under you for a better angle and better access to your pussy, which was glistening with your juices that threatened to drip down your ass and onto the pillow beneath you. Gwil was sat on his knees between your legs, admiring the way you looked before him- restrained and eager, all for him.

“Baby, you look so delicious… and so wet, is that all for me?” He asked, staring at your cunt. You nodded fast, gulping nothing, before speaking up.

“Yes, please do something, sir, I need you.” You begged, nearly whining from how needy you were for him. And that was all he needed to hear before adjusting to lay on his stomach, preparing to lick and separate your folds with the tip of his tongue, your arousal collecting on his tongue as he brought it up to just below your clit. He repeated the action, teasing you as he avoided any and all contact with your clit, even entering his tongue slightly into you, curling his tongue as he pulled it out, connecting that movement with finally wrapping his lips around your hardened clit, sucking gently before releasing it with a pop, his tongue instantly licking and flicking the bundle of nerve, making your breathing heavy and soft moans escape your throat. Almost making out with your cunt in a way, he wrapped his arms under and around your thighs, pulling you further into him as he played with your clit. The sounds coming from his mouth were obscene, slurping and sucking combined with his moans against you, the vibrations bringing you closer and closer to your impending release.

“Mmh, gonna cum on sir’s face like a good girl?” He mumbled against you as he worked you.

“F-fuck, yes, sir, I’m so close, sir, can I cum?” You eagerly begged, hips rocking in search of your orgasm, just minutes within reach.

“Mhm, want your cum on my face, pretty girl. Want it so bad.” He confessed, his mouth working harder and faster than before as he quickly turned into the one desperate for your release. And just like that, his wish was your command as your high washed over you, pure euphoria coursing through you in waves as he pleasured you through it, not ceasing until you were done.

“Here, lemme untie these.” Gwil said as he quickly undid the restraints, wanting, nee needing, your participation. He needed to feel your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you. As soon as you were released, your hands instantly found his body, palms running over his smooth skin as he adjusted you, his hand under your back to get the perfect angle. Taking his achingly hard cock in his large hands, he pumped himself a few times before grasping the base, positioning his tip at your entrance before sliding himself in slowly, your slick cunt welcoming him as he stretched you, his cock hitting your cervix for a moment once he bottomed out before he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in. Angling his hips, his member hit your g-spot, the stimulation sending a wave of pleasure radiating outward from your cunt. His movements sped up tremendously, your arousal flowing fast as he brought you close yet again, the franticness of his thrusts making it evident that he was close too.

“Fuck, I’m so close baby girl” He groaned, his cock twitching inside you as his precum flowed fast inside you, his thumb finding your clit as he became eager for you to cum with him, the circles he was rubbing fast and hard as he fucked you the same way. Your second orgasm was building fast, you could feel it in your cheeks, and soon the waves of euphoria washed through you once again, your body uncontrollable in it’s movements as your pussy clenched around him, triggering his release as well, his load painting you in thick, hot ropes as you two moaned and groaned in complete pleasure, his thrusts slowing as he came down, his thumb halting it’s work on your clit as he fully pulled out, the mixture of your cum and his slowly pooling at your entrance, threatening to drip down your ass.

“I’ll go get a-” Gwil started, but you were quick to sush him.

“No, no, leave it. Wanna feel you.” You said, meaning both that you wanted to feel his cum drip from you as well as that you just wanted him to hold you. He knew there was no sense in fighting it, his own post-orgasmic bliss taking over as he laid down beside you, taking you in his arms as you two drifted off to sleep for the night.

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illfoandillfie · 11 months ago

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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.”

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hearts-hunger · 6 years ago

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Just Wonderful You || Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summary: anonymous asked - ok my punk ass is so lonely and so single so. gwil thirst hours: you come home from work/school/etc with a headache and you're just in a shitty mood so gwil just like hugs you and murmurs sweet and comforting things in your ear and you start kissing which turns into making out and he winds up fingering you and just like talking softly in your ear encouraging you to let go and let him make you feel good and his voice is husky and thats the that on that

Pairings: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 1k (it’s short i know i’m sorry)

Warnings: Smut, fingering (18+ only please!)

A/N: Oof nonnie what a good start to gwil thirst hours, such a great ask. I hope this is what you had in mind, love, and I hope you like it! ♡

“Sorry I’m complaining so much,” you say. “It’s just been a really long day.”

Gwil hums in agreement as he kisses your shoulder. He’s lying next to you on your bed, stretched out on his side as you curl up next to him, your back against his chest. Though you want nothing more than to just fall asleep like this, your head is killing you and you can’t wind down from the anxiety of finals season that seems to bear down on you every waking second.

“Keep telling me about it if you want,” he says. “I don’t mind.”

You sigh. “I know, but I don’t want to bring my stress home. I just want to relax, but I can’t stop thinking about that stupid paper due Friday.”

He kisses under your ear. “Anything I can do?”

“Besides write it for me?”

He chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Besides that, yes.”

You shrug. “I don’t know.” You roll over and face him. “Maybe I should just take some Nyquil and knock out.”

His lovely hazel eyes study your face with affection and sympathy and a flicker of desire.

“Tell you what,” he says. “Why don’t we try a more natural remedy first?”

You feel yourself smirk. “A natural remedy, hm?”

He can’t help but smile at you. “It’s been said to cure headaches and relieve stress,” he says. “As well as help you get a better night’s sleep.”

“That’s all scientifically proven, right?” you tease.

His expression goes a bit more serious. “Yeah, actually,” he says. “There’s lots of research that says - ”

You shut him up with a kiss before he can lecture you about the science of sex, which you’re sure is a very interesting topic but one that could never hold a candle to actually making love with Gwilym Lee. He responds to your touch instantly, cradling your cheek in his hand as he takes over the kiss and deepens it.

“You’re doing all the work, though,” you say.

He grins. “My pleasure, love.”

You lay on your back as his hand moves downwards, grazing over your breast and sending a shiver through you. He splays his big hand over your stomach, sucking lightly just below your jaw.

“I love you,” he says. “I’m sorry you’re having a rough go.”

“I love you too,” you say, your breath catching a bit as his hand moves between your legs. He holds you there for a few seconds, his thumb running over your thigh. Even though the fabric of your sweatpants, his warmth is already making you wet. His fingers run up and down the seam between your legs, his touch deep enough to be felt but light enough not to give you the friction you crave.

“Just relax,” he coos, his hand moving to slip under your waistband. He teases you through your underwear, the fabric dampening under his skilled fingers. “Let me take care of you, love.”

You sigh against his mouth as he starts to rub circles against your clit, his movement slow and deliberate. You take a fistful of the comforter as your hips rise to meet him, your whole body thrumming with desire in response to him.

“Good girl,” he praises in a low voice. “What a good girl for me.”

You gasp as he pushes your underwear aside and draws his fingers through your folds, rubbing all the way down from your clit to your entrance.

“Gwil,” you say, desperate.

“Easy does it, love,” he says. He slowly pushes a finger in, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You push your hips against his hand, drawing him deeper, moaning with the feel of it.

“I want another,” you say. “Please.”

“Anything for you, love,” he says, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. Adding a finger, he slowly pumps in and out of you, taking his time drawing out your orgasm. He sets a steady pace, letting you move against him, capturing your gasps of pleasure as he kisses you. His beard rasps against your skin and you moan as he sucks love marks into your neck.

Your thighs squeeze together as you feel you orgasm building, your hips grinding against Gwil’s hand as he pumps his fingers faster. You grab his bicep to steady yourself, the wave building to a crescendo.

“Oh, god,” you gasp. Your hips arch upwards as he presses down on your clit, sending shocks of white-hot pleasure through you.

“Gonna cum, Gwil,” you say desperately. “Ah, ‘m so close.”

“Cum for me, love,” he says against your mouth. “Good girl. Let go for me.”

Groans and curses tumble out of your mouth as his words send you over the edge, riding out your orgasm on his fingers as he continues to pleasure you through it. You feel the tension in your whole body release as his fingers slow and you come down from your high.

You catch your breath as he pulls out of you, leaving you tender and absolutely spent. He kisses you gently and you melt into his touch, curling against him and feeling his warmth.

“Thank you,” you say.

He chuckles. “You’re welcome. Headache gone?”

“Mmh,” you manage. Residual pleasure ebbs through you, erasing all memory of the pain in your temples from earlier. “Tired me out, too.”

“I told you it’d work,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s science, after all.”

“Shush with your science,” you say, knowing that all the science in the world couldn’t account for the way Gwilym loves you. He gives a soft laugh and kisses your cheek.

“It’s just you, Gwil,” you say. “Just wonderful you.”

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almightyellie · 2 years ago

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gwilym lee masterlist

titles marked with a ♥︎ include smut

one shots

⇢ bookworm ♥︎

in which you have a rather large crush on your librarian and it gets you into a situation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

⇢ if it means a lot to you

in which in the midst of your best friends wedding, you find yourself having stronger and stronger feelings for the best man, despite the obstacles between you.

⇢ around the world and back

in which gwilym is a new teacher at the school you work at and your students truly can’t mind their own business.

⇢ fools ♥︎

in which your english professor was decidedly not a people person, but he developed a particularly soft spot for you.

⇢ rio

in which gwilym (your professor? your boyfriend?) must take care of you after a night out.

⇢ something stupid

in which your neighbor somehow always manages to make you feel better.

⇢ heaven falls

in which a feeble attempt at getting your best friend to fall in love with you turns into something far different.

⇢ i lived ♥︎

in which after tragedy strikes, you resolve to step out of your comfort zone and it leads you to something and someone unexpected.

⇢ carolina ♥︎

in which your professor is colder than you’re used to, but some unforseen circumstances bring the two of you a little closer than you should be.

⇢ p.s. i love you

in which your best friend gets sent to war, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if he’s just your best friend.

⇢ everything that glitters

in which two single parents rely on one another for the sake of themselves and their children, and after an almost mundane day, one finally has something out of the ordinary to say.

⇢ cold december night

in which while staying at your parent’s house for the holidays, you find that some feelings never change.

⇢ patience

in which you and gwilym are simply two fools. two blind fools.

⇢ classy girls

in which gwilym is, quite literally, the darcy to your elizabeth, but he takes the role a little more seriously than you had anticipated.

⇢ would that i

in which an arranged marriage is the worst possible fate and you refuse to accept it. gwilym makes it difficult to reject him.

series

⇢ secret for the mad (part 1) ♥︎

in which your professor is the object of your affections, but that is simply not going to happen. except it isn’t so simple.

⇢ would you be so kind (part 2) ♥︎

in which you and your professor have a hard time adjusting to your less than appropriate relationship.

⇢ absolutely smitten (part 3) ♥︎

in which a life you’d never found probable was now your reality.

blurbs

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all mini blurbs can be found here!

⇢ dad!gwil

⇢ prof!gwil

⇢ dad!prof!gwil

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samxslaughter · 5 years ago

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*not my image, found on facebook*

Was just too perfect not to share.

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warren-lauren · 5 years ago

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I was wondering if you could write something for Brian’s daughter. she’s like a makeup artist for borhap then she falls in love with one of the boys of your choosing. Love your writing btw❤️❤️

Gwilym Lee x May!reader

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You stared at the pair of them, shocked and surprised by your recent revelation.

"Y/N?" Ben waved his hand in front of your face, smirking. "You alright, love?"

You nodded, "Hmm, fine, fine," You cleared your throat before shaking your head, "And, you're wrong." You huffed, turning around and walking off towards your make-up trailer.

Ben snickered to himself, "Am not!" He called out after you.

Once you were in the safety of the make-up trailer, you were able to have a minute to yourself and think about what Ben was saying. Did you have daddy issues? Did you really only like Gwilym because he looked like your dad?

"Little-May?" You lifted your head at the sound of your dad's voice, the childhood nickname putting a smile on your face. Brian smiled as he shut the door behind him and walked over to where you were sat and took a seat beside you. "You okay, love?"

You nodded with a hum, looking down to your hands as you fumbled with them, "Fine, dad."

Brian let out a soft sigh as he gave you that look you knew all too well. "You're a shit liar." He placed his older, soft, slightly rough from playing the guitar for so many years, hands on top of yours. "What's going on? You've been a bit off for a few days."

You looked up with a small smile, "I've come to realise something, and it's scared me."

Brian paled a little, thinking the worst. "Tell me, sweet girl."

"I'm in love... with Gwilym," You smiled softly as you thought about him.

The pair of you had been dating since the very beginning of filming, before actually. You met Gwilym when the cast came in for their very first fittings. Days you worked with them fitting the wigs, and testing out different make-up patterns for different scenes.

Brian was ever the proud father, eager for you to meet everyone, especially Gwilym. He was a 'lovely young man' as Brian had mention quite a few times when he spoke about the cast. He wasn't as subtle as he thought he was, you knew what he was hinting at.

Brian let out a soft chuckle, "Yes, well, I think we can all see that, love."

You nodded, "Yeah, but then Ben said something and now, I'm all freaked out."

"What did Ben say?"

You shook your head, "I can't tell you, you'll think I'm being mean." You pouted.

Brian frowned, "Y/N, love, you don't have a mean bone in your body. And, Benjamin is a joker, I'm sure whatever he said was just to tease you. Now, spill."

You took a deep breath before speaking. "He said, I must only fancy Gwilym because he looks so much like you." You cringed at the words.

Brian let out a hearty chuckle, "Am I so bad looking?" He teased.

"Dad!" You groaned leaning back in your seat, hiding your face behind your hands.

"Okay, okay..." He chuckled, patting your knee, "I'll admit, Gwilym does look a lot like me, yes, but only when he's in costume. And anyway, you didn't just fall for his looks, although he is a very handsome young man."

"Dad!" You began laughing at him, "Do you fancy him or something," You teased as you sat up. "No, I didn't... And, it's not because you're bad looking." You sighed, "We're good, aren't we?"

Brian raised his eyebrow, "Of course we are, why wouldn't we be?"

"Just, Ben said, something about, daddy issues and..." You shook your head, "I know, things weren't always easy growing up, but we never fell out. I never once said, I hated you, even when you and mum were going through, you're rough patch," You sighed, "You, to quote Uncle John, were my best friend."

"Still am," Brian winked with a soft smile. "Y/N, you definitely don't have daddy issues. Out of all my children, you were the only one who didn't judge me. Sure, when everything was happening you were only little, but even when you got older and were able to understand more, you still just saw me as your dad, not this monster who ruined everything."

"You're not a monster, dad. And, I can't fully well go and judge you when I've done the same thing." You scowled at the thought of your past mistakes.

Brian shook his hand, "No matter. We've always had the sort of relationship where we could talk about anything. So, maybe we did have an argument or two, but we always figured it out, said our sorry's and love you's, and got back on track. So, I think we have quite a healthy relationship."

You nodded smiling, "Right, of course, we do." You looked up at him. "You know what, Gwilym does remind me of you."

Brian rolled his eyes, "Y/N, forget all that."

"No, dad, I mean... Like you, he's a kind and caring person, who isn't afraid to speak his mind and does things for the right reasons. He's genuinely a nice person, who I care dearly about." You smiled at him.

Brian smiled proudly, "You know what, you're right." He opened his arms for you, which you were more than happy to jump on his lap and hug him tightly. "I love you, Little-May."

You smiled into his shoulder, "I love you too, Dad,"

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"You said what, to her?" Gwilym let out a frustrated sigh.

Ben laughed, "It was only a joke, mate."

"Not a very funny one. Make no wonder she's been weird. I don't blame her when all she can see is her dad." He scoffed.

Joe shook his head as he chuckled, "To be fair, it is quite funny."

Gwilym glared at him, "Shut it!" He let out another sigh as he began to walk back and forth. "I'm gonna have to walk to her. I swear to God, Ben, mate if you've fucked this up for me-"

"That's no way to speak, Brian." You teased from behind Gwilym.

He spun around with wide eyes. "What?"

You chuckled as you walked up to him, "Relax, please." You brushed your hand over his cheek. "As much as you do remind me of, Dad, that's not why I love you, Gwil." You smiled.

"You love me?" He grinned, stepping closer to you.

You nodded with a soft hum. "I do. Is that okay?"

Gwilym nodded with a lopsided smile, "I love you too," He whispered. "You don't think of your dad when you look at me, do you?" He asked with a slight frown.

You shook your head with a soft laugh. "I think of you."

Gwilym nodded, grinning. "Good, good."

#gwilym lee x reader smut #gwilym x reader #gwilym lee x reader #Gwilym Lee x May!reader #dad!Brian May x daughter!reader

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m0etenchandon · 5 years ago

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Romantic Getaway (Reader x Gwil x Ben smut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too, Ben”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? No, do it yourself”

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

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

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

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

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

Yep, definitely for selfish purposes.

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok? In what setting exactly?”

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

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

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

Wait, where was this going?

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

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

Oh. You felt kind of disappointed actually.

“Please say something, love”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleep tight, darling”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well he can keep wishing”, you mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”, Gwilym teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, try that”, Gwilym said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm, and?”, Gwilym asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwilym was smirking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off”, you mumbled. Pissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely, darling”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-You´ve imagined it?”, you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I fuck you then?”, he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off”, Ben mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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