#gwilym x reader smut

[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bohemiansweede]

Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

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[starstruckfangirlsposts]

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Strip

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

pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k+

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

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

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

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

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[lovehelpmewrite]

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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[brian-mayonnaise]

Sunday Morning Scrabble

Pairing: Brian May x reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, FLuFF

Word Count: 2358

Summary: Reader and Brian have been friends since childhood, gradually falling in love with each other without the other knowing. Reader accidently confesses her attraction to the curly-headed guitarist, only to find out the feeling’s mutal. This takes place in the late 70′s.

A/N: Whatt’s uuuuuuppppppp. This is the first fic I’m ever posting so feel free to leave any constructive criticism! Hoping to better myself as a writer:) Also, requests are open so do what you want in there. xoxox ~Leah

      Brian and you sat outside at one of the glass tables in the courtyard. Coffees in hand, and scrabble pieces scattered about the surface. You had never been very good at scrabble. Even though you had what some would call a “strong vocabulary”, you could never seem to find any words that had more than three or four letters. Brian on the other hand made you feel absolutely dimwitted as he laid down his ‘Latin scientist astrophysicist’ words. The little wiseacre never gave you a chance. 

      You watched as he studied his letters carefully, arranging and rearranging them. A sigh of annoyance escaped from your mouth as Brian started picking up almost all of his letters, laying them across the board.

      “Ablation” He said as he placed down the last tile. You looked at him, eyebrow cocked.

      “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

      “What?” He snickered. That stupid grin on his face. “That’s not even a fucking word!” He was holding back his laughter now. “Yes it is!” You rolled your eyes, visibly annoyed. “Then what does it mean?”

      “It’s the process where the atmosph-“ you cut him off “ah blah blah blah I don’t wanna hear it. It’s unfair.” You crossed your arms with a pout on your lips, trying to keep a straight face. Brian was visibly amused, a bright smile on his face flashing his perfect teeth. You suddenly felt the butterflies in your stomach.

      You and Bri had been friends for ages. Growing up together, you started developing feelings for him around the time you both started uni. At first, it was the small things that you started to notice. The way his eyes lit up when he laughed, or the little faces he made out of concentration when he was focused on something, such as a history essay, or a new complicated guitar lick. The fall for him was gradual and slow, but you could pin point the exact moment in time when you finally fully tripped, face first, into loving him with all your heart.

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      It was your first time ever seeing Smile play live. Brian had introduced you to Roger and Tim some time before, but with the weight of doing well in uni crushing down on you, you were never able to make time to go to one of their performances. By the grace of God, you somehow managed to get a break from your professors to be able to come out and support them.

      You walked into the crowded pub, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hitting you like a train. You were somewhat nervous. You had never been one for this kind of setting, much preferring quiet hangout spots where you can sip your tea and peacefully people watch while you obvserve the busy day to day lives of the Londoners. But this, this was the exact opposite. With seemingly no such thing as personal space, it felt as if everyone was in your business as you carefully nudged people out of the way in order to get to the bar. You had decided to order a cocktail of sorts, just to calm you nerves.

      You stood by the bar as you watched the sweaty and drunken bodies move around the small venue. But sooner or later the lights started to dim, and everyone was cheering. You quickly set down your drink and made your way towards the front. Not right up near the stage, but close enough to see their faces.

      The spotlights came on, shining the bright lights onto them as they entered. Rog came out first, shirtless and wearing some tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. As he slipped behind his drums, you could hear all the girls in the pub scream his name and whistle. You mentally scoffed and rolled your eyes, though some part of you found it amusing.

      Next was Tim, only wearing a t-shirt and bell bottoms. His bass was already on a stand by the microphone, allowing him to smoothly pick it up and plug it in.

      Finally, Brian’s lanky figure walked onto the stage, his Red Special in hand. Brian never let any of the groupies handle his baby, and you couldn’t blame him. He was wearing dark blue bell bottoms, complimented by his red Rolling Stones shirt. He looked so incredibly calm. If he was at all nervous, you wouldn’t be able to tell. It was like he was born for this type of lifestyle, like he was in his element up on that stage.

      Brian struck the first chord, and the sound erupted throughout the pub. Your body felt weightless, you could feel every single sound wave move through your limbs. 

      Brian looked angelic. Yes, that word is overused, but there was no other adjective you could find to describe him in this moment. 

      When his first guitar solo came up, it sent shivers up and down your spine. You shook with them and closed your eyes while the twang of the bended high notes filled your ears. The feelings that coursed through your body made rubbing up against the sweaty college kids worth it.

      When you opened your eyes again, you caught a glimpse of Brian sweeping his tongue out across his bottom lip. Your body tensed with desire. You didn’t want to feel this way for your bestfriend, what you had with Bri was amazing. A friendship that had built up over years and years. Everything in your mind was telling you to push these thoughts back, but the way your heart pumped faster and louder at the sight of him made you question your conscience. 

      From that moment on, you knew everything was going to be different...

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      “(y/n)….heellloooo…..earth to (y/n)”

      You zoned back into the moment with Brian snapping and waving his hands in front of your face. He was giving you a somewhat concerned but amused look. 

      “Sorry. Day dreaming I guess.” You smiled sheepishly. 

      He sat back in his chair a bit, picking up his mug. “Mm. What about?”

      “The first time I saw you guys perform live..Y’know, before Fred came along and you guys took off.” You concentrated on the ground, focusing on your shoe.

      You could tell he was staring at you through the corner of your eye, but you’d never say anything. “Why were you thinking about that love?” He took a long slurping sip of his coffee, which in turn made you roll your eyes. He knew you hated that. 

      “I don’t know really. It was the first ti-....” you stopped yourself suddenly, hoping he didn’t hear that last part. The last thing you needed was him questioning you.

      “The first time what?” Shit. Too late. 

      You stammered out words, trying to get a coherent sentence out. “The first time I realized you guys were gonna be big” you smiled unconvincingly, praying you had saved yourself.

      Brian knew you too well. Over the years, he’s picked up on your tells. Whenever you lied, you always scrunched up your nose, and you could never hold eye contact. He actually thought it was adorable. It was one of the little things that Brian had learned to fall for.  

      Now Brian had never expected to fall in love with you. It happened so suddenly for him, he didn’t even realize how he felt until your laugh started giving him butterflies. He remembers the night you had showed up at his doorstep, drunk out of your mind and shivering from the negative degree wind chill. 

      You and your ex-boyfriend had just broken up after you walked in on the wanker doing it in your bed with another girl. The anger he felt that night scared him. He was ready to end that scumbag’s life in seconds for the way that he hurt you.

      Time seemed to slow down while you were crying into his shoulder. He wanted to tell you how he felt. To tell you that he could give you everything that  tosser couldn’t. That he loved you so much he could barely stand seeing you in this state. 

      But you were wasted and sobbing. He concluded that it would be a shitty time for him to confess something like that, so he put it off...and put if off, until now he was unsure of how to say it.

      He looked at you with skeptical eyes. “...You’re a terrible liar, you do know that right?” 

      Your jaw dropped, feeling slightly offended’ “Am not! What makes you say that?!” You smacked him on his shoulder, earning a childish “oowww” from Brian as he rubbed that spot.

      He laughed outwardly. God he thought you were beautiful. He could find no faults. Your personality, your laugh, the bridge of your nose. Everything about you was simply gorgeous. He hated himself for how cheesy he sounded in his head, but he loved everything about you. 

      “I’m just saying, don’t try to lie to someone you grew up with. I know your tells, liar”

      “Oh please, I do not have tells” You scoffed

      He looked at you with one eyebrow raised, “mmmm I beg to differ love”

      “mmhm okay then what are they?”

      “Ha! Like I would ever tell you! Then you’d stop doing it and I wouldn’t be able to tell if you’re lying or not anymore.” He laughed at your scowl 

      You brushed him off “Oh whatever” he playfully nudged you with his shoulder.

      This time it was your turn to get caught staring. Brian continued to act like he didn’t feel your gaze, though you weren’t being stealthy with it.

      He turned and looked into your eyes, and you swore your heart dropped into your butt. You quickly found a spot on the table that you pretended to be interested in.

      “(y/n)…..” Brian said in a sing-song manner. you continued to keep your pupils downward, afraid of the blush on your cheeks giving you away. “You still owe me the truth” he moved his face closer to yours, placing his hand under your chin to fix your attention towards him. Your noses were inches away by now. “What’s on your mind, love?” It was barely a whisper. 

      This was it. You had to tell him. You were in too deep. 

      You took a deep breath. At least, you tried. Kind of hard to breathe with Bri this close. “Th-the. The-uhm.” You paused for a moment, closing your eyes. You refused to look at him while you confessed this. “The first time I knew I was in love with you..” It came out in a shakey voice. 

      When you finally opened your eyes, he had moved even closer. Your noses were practically touching, you could feel his hot breath on your lips. You were scared you had freaked him out. You were second-guessing everything, worried you just ruined the decades of friendship. “Bri…” This time it was a whisper “Please say something.” 

      He looked down, and then back up at you. Smiling, his mouth finally opened to speak.

      “What a coincidence.....because (y/n) (y/l/n), I love you more than you could ever imagine.” 

      With both of you letting out relived sighs, your lips finally crashed together. You wrapped your hands around the back of Brian’s neck, deepening the kiss. Quiet moans escaped from your mouth, leaving Bri hungrier. He’d do everything he could to keep those little noises coming. 

      If you guys didn’t need air, you swore you would’ve stayed there in that same spot, lips locked, for the rest of your lives. In the best way possible, sparks flew as both of your tongues explored the depths of each other’s mouths. 

      When you both finally, albeit reluctantly, separated to breathe, your lips were swollen red, and the tip of your nose had a pink tint to it. 

      You both were frozen there for bit in each other’s grasps. Foreheads together, and breathing in the other person’s breath. 

      “I can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.” Brian mumbled with an airy laugh. 

      You smiled looking into his eyes, “Brian Harold May I’ve fallen so incredibly fucking hard for you, rockstar” 

      “Hmm, I do believe we should start playing scrabble a bit more often, huh love?”

      You snickered and nodded at his proposal.

      And with that, Brian brought your lips together again.  

The End

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      6th Months Later

      Roger looked at his best mate, feeling excited for him but also a bit defiant. “Are you sure you kids are ready for this? I mean, your relationship is practically brand new Bri.” 

      Brian just smiled at the blonde drummer, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

      Brian looked down through the glass, the shimmer almost blinding him. The employee made his way back over to the two boys. “Any thoughts sir?” 

      Brian pointed at the one he picked out through the glass. “I think this one will do quite nicely sir, thank you for your help.” The man smiled and got his keys to open the case before handing it to him. “Excellent choice, she’ll love it”

      The guitarist checked out, paying in full. He and Rog made their way out of the shop. “Do you like it mate?” Brian asked, looking at the small black box out of curiosity. Roger looked at his friend. He noticed the glow of excitement radiating off of the man. “I think it’s perfect Bri.” he gave the bloke a firm pat on the back.

      Brian smirked. “Hey, thanks again for coming with me to do this.”

      “Of course! You think I’d let you go ring shopping alone?! Brian, You can barely pull up your own pants.” 

      “I beg your pardon! I was perfectly capable of doing this by myself, thank you very much!” Brian scoffed, giving Rog a look.

      “Aha! Alright captain, whatever you say. I think your curls might be constricting the blood flow to your giant brain there” Rog clapped back with an immense amount of sass. 

      Brian’s face went pink with annoyance “Well you little-” 

      Brian didn’t get to finish his sentence as the blondie took off running towards the station, curly running after him..

The Actual End

[almightyellie]

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

⇢ riding gwil ♥︎ ⇢ prof!gwil and polaroids ➝ part 2 ♥︎ ⇢ enemies to lovers with daddy gwil ♥︎ ⇢ sugar daddy prof!gwil ➝ part 2 ♥︎ ⇢ a year in the life with prof!gwil ⇢ prof!gwil’s birthday ⇢ riding gwil’s thigh ♥︎ ⇢ pet names with prof!gwil ⇢ plus size reader + prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ soft prof!gwil ⇢ london holiday with prof!gwil ⇢ drunken tattoos with prof!gwil ⇢ baby making with prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ wearing prof!gwil’s sweater ⇢ new years with prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ prof!gwil on tinder ⇢ semi-angry sex with prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ prof!gwil choking you for the first time ♥︎ ⇢ protective prof!gwil ⇢ prof!gwil’s proposal ⇢ single dad x teacher!reader ⇢ dad!prof!gwil angst ⇢ prof!gwil smutty alphabet ♥︎ ⇢ dad!prof!gwil and his little girl ⇢ dad!prof!gwil when you’re still a student ⇢ primary school teachers

all mini blurbs can be found here!

⇢ dad!gwil

⇢ prof!gwil

⇢ dad!prof!gwil

[samxslaughter]

*not my image, found on facebook*

Was just too perfect not to share.

[deaksownthis]

I wonder how many times y/n has gotten a UTI for not peeing after sex

[queenmylovely]

Day 25: Lazy Mornings

pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and heavily implied smut

words: 324

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why so early?”

“Little nieces and nephews.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[benismyqueen]

BIRTDHAY GIFT — BEN HARDY

Resumen: Después de meses de intensos coqueteos en el set de Bohemian Rhapsody, decides dar a Ben el mejor regalo de cumpleaños.

Advertencias: +18 (smut)

A/N: Es mi primer smut así que lamento los fallos y si os incomoda.

Palabras: 5.126

Te miras en el espejo observando el reflejo que proyecta. Solo eres tú con unos pantalones de cuero negro muy ajustados, tus amadas botas negras con un poco de plataforma y un jersey blanco medio metido en tus pantalones. Sabes que estás guapa, así quieres lucir. No quieres lucir demasiado arreglada y desentonar entre tus amigos, pero sí llamar la atención.

Ya han acabado oficialmente las grabaciones de la película Bohemian Rhapsody, y no sabes si estar emocionada o triste. Te has acostumbrado a volar alrededor de los chicos y Lucy, pese a ser una actriz extra sin lineas. Probablemente los mejores meses de tu vida. Echarás de menos las charlas con Lucy detrás de las escenas, las bromas con Joe incluso dentro de escena provocando muchas tomas falsas, incluso los momentos de Rami siendo una persona extremadamente cariñosa.

Pero al que más echarás de menos es a Ben. No pudiste evitar caer profundamente enamorada en el primer momento que lo viste. Definitivamente los rubios no eran tu tipo, pero esa cara bonita con esos ojos verdes tan llamativos te llamaron la atención. Tuviste que luchar mucho para evitar que se te cayese la baba cuando lo veías en esas ropas de los 70'. Pero además de ser increíblemente guapo, es una persona muy sencilla y humana. Siendo muy tímido la mayoría del tiempo, siempre con una sonrisa genuina cuando estás cerca y sus mejillas sonrojadas cuando Joe hace alguna broma. Realmente encajásteis.

Y con los días creció una tensión bastante fuerte entre vosotros. Todo el mundo pudo notarlo. Esas miradas constantes, incluso cuando cada uno estáis en un extremo diferente del estudio. La forma en la que siempre parece mantener el contacto, incluso cuando no es necesario, estando extremadamente cerca. Pasando detrás tuyo bastante pegado con una mano en la parte baja de tu espalda. "Disculpa, amor" mientras busca su camerino. O cuando estás preparando un café y se sitúa detrás tuyo muy cerca, casi puedes sentir su aliento en tu cuello, y toma una taza con una mano mientras la otra da un apretón cariñoso en tu cadera.

Todos pudieron verlo.

Lucy tuvo muchas conversaciones contigo sobre Ben y la tensión dolorosa que ambos desprenden. "Necesitas hacer un movimiento" Pero nunca lo pensaste realmente. Él te gusta, lo quieres, lo deseas, es malditamente horrible lo mucho que deseas besarlo y quitarle la ropa. Pero acaba de salir de una relación muy larga. Casi 10 años. Casi comprometido.

Definitivamente no serías la chica que rompe su mala racha, la que deja su ropa a los pies de su cama y por la mañana se va sin tomar una ducha. La chica a la que promete llamar y no lo hace, y no quiere que sea el chico que olvida todos estos meses después de una noche en la cama.

Pero hoy es su cumpleaños. Hace una pequeña reunión con el cast, también en modo de despedida, no se verán hasta que hagan la promoción, y tú tendrías que esperar a la premiere. Puede que sean los últimos días que pases a su lado, y quieres hacerlo. Estás destinada a no verle más de todas formas.

Recoges tu chaqueta y el regalo de Ben y vas a su casa.

"¡Mackenzie!" Lucy grita y envuelve sus brazos en tu cuerpo. Ya ha tomado  varias copas de champagne.

"Siempre un placer, Macky" Rami aparece detrás de Lucy y deja un beso sobre su cabeza.

"¡No me lo puedo creer!" Un Joe algo bebido grita cuando Mackenzie entra en el salón de la casa. "¿En serio has traido como regalo un sobre con dinero? Eso lo hacía mi abuela cuando era un niño"

Rueda los ojos y siente como sus mejillas se encienden.

"No sabía que regalar a un hombre rico, disculpa"

"A su favor diré que no hacía falta ningún regalo" Ben aparece por la puerta con algunas cervezas. Parece ser el único junto a Rami sobrio. "Has tardado"

"Perdona, me costó encontrar la dirección." Envuelve los brazos en su torso mientras Ben algo incómodo por  intentar no tirar las cervezas envuelve un brazo en sus hombros y deja un beso en su cabeza. "Feliz cumpleaños, Ben"

"Sabes que podía ir a buscarte" Ben frunce el ceño pero enseguida sonríe y deja un beso en su frente. "Gracias"

Se separan y mientras Ben deja las cervezas en la mesa, Mackenzie se sienta junto a Lucy. Le extiende el sobre para que pueda cogerlo, y Ben rodando los ojos con una sonrisa lo coge y lo deja sobre un estante con libros.

La tarde pasa rápido, con risas y recordando los momentos más locos y divertidos que habéis pasado estos meses. Las fiestas los días de descanso de rodaje, y todas las borracheras de Joe que dejaron momentos épicos. Casi lloras de risa cuando recuerdas aquella vez que Lucy rompió una jarra de agua en el set y para que nadie se diese cuenta la ayudaste a retirar el agua con las toallas de los camerinos, aún así el suelo quedó algo resbaladizo y cuando Gwilym llegaba tarde se cayó de culo en el suelo. Y ahora meses después sois capaces de admitir vuestra travesuras.

"Creo que ha llegado mi hora" Empiezas a sentir un poco el paso del tiempo y de las copas por tu organismo. "Debería irme"

"Pero si es muy pronto, ¿que dices?" Lucy pone un puchero mientras Ben se mueve incómodo.

"Puedes quedarte, Joe se queda a dormir."

"Que va, mañana tengo el vuelo muy pronto y aún tengo que terminar las maletas. Vuelvo a casa." Lo dices con una sonrisa triste mientras te levantas.

Miras el sobre que le has dado a Ben en la estantería del salón. Ni siquiera lo ha mirado. Suspiras mientras niegas con la cabeza. Este es el último día. Se acabó.

"Puedo llevarte mañana" Ben quiere que te quedes, te mira ansioso. Aún está bastante sobrio mientras los demás están demasiado bebidos.

"No, no. Tranquilo, es tu cumpleaños, disfruta. No quiero que mañana tengas que levantarte temprano por mi."

"No me importaría."

"Ben, insisto" Sonríes mientras te pones la chaqueta. "Muchachos estáis todos muy borrachos para recordarlo mañana, pero os echaré de menos. Nos vemos en la premiere."

Ben se levanta y te acompaña a la puerta. "Entonces... Nos veremos en la premiere" Está con las manos dentro de los bolsillos de sus pantalones.

"Feliz cumpleaños, Ben" Te acercas y vuelves a envolver tus brazos sobre su torso. Ben suspira mientras envuelve las suyas en tu espalda e inclina su cabeza sobre tu pelo, inhalando tu olor. "Nos veremos en la premiere."

Levantas la cabeza y te encuentras con sus ojos verdes. Te está mirando de esa forma peculiar. Tiene los labios entreabiertos, intentando decir algo.

"¿Sabes? En unos meses tendré la premiere de 6 underground, sería bueno verte"

"Suena como un plan"

Sacas las llaves del coche alquilado de tu bolso y te diriges al coche.

"Espero que te guste el regalo Ben, úsalo bien" Antes de que pueda reaccionar te metes en el coche y huyes a tu habitación del hotel. En algunas horas verá tu regalo y podrás morir de verguenza. Solo tendré que verlo una vez más. Solo una más. Ni siquiera lo recordará ese día.

Cuando llegas al hotel te encargas de sacar la ropa para el día siguiente, y tener todo preparado para levantarte de la cama e irte al aeropuerto. Tardas unas dos horas en concienciarte de que tienes todo bajo control y no te olvidas de nada. Así que te metes por fin en la cama en ropa interior, y dejas el móvil cargando en tu mesita, junto a los auriculares y la mochila con tu libro favorito, el pasaporte, el billete de avión y la cartera. Será un viaje largo.

Desde la cama puedes ver en la esquina de la habitación el regalo de navidad que te dió Lucy. En verdad fue unas semanas antes. Sabe lo mucho que te gustan los calendarios de adviento, y que los sigues día a día, así que decidió hacer uno a mano, y metió pequeñas chocolatinas, bombones y mensajes bonitos en cada cajita. Es todo rosa lleno de corazones.  Comiste cada chocolate todos los días, y guardaste con mucho cariño todos los mensajes de amor que te dejó. Pero obviamente en su mente retorcida no podía ser todo tan bonito, así que para el día 24 te dejó un regalo muy especial. Ese día cenaste con los chicos y algunos familiares que pudieron asistir a la cena en el restaurante.

Te pidió que llevases la pequeña caja en el bolso, quería ver tu reacción cuando descubrieses el regalo. Y minutos antes de medianoche, cuando la mayoría ya estaban pasados de copas, te pidió que vieses el interior.

Rodaste los ojos mientras sentías el fuego en tus mejillas. Miraste a todos los lados verificando que nadie se había dado cuenta. Era un preservativo.

"¡Lucy!" Casi te ahogas con tu propia saliva. Tu amiga a tu lado sonríe con una mirada cómplice. "¡Da mala suerte no seguir el calendario de adviento día a día!"

"Aún te quedan 10 minutos para media noche, deberías agradecerme te voy a dar el mejor regalo de navidad!" Te da un golpe en la rodilla mientras mira a Ben. Está hablando con Rami con una copa en la mano.

"¡Ni de broma!"

"¡Vamos, Mackenzie! Solo necesitáis un empujón" En ese momento Ben mira a las chicas y sonríe a Mackenzie mientras guiña un ojo. "¿lo ves? Realmente lo tienes ahí."

"Tienes una mente muy retorcida, ¡sabes lo supersticiosa que soy!"

Lucy rueda los ojos y se levanta del sofá.

"Me voy con los chicos. Tienes 10 minutos. Úsalo bien" Y con una sonrisa se gira y va al otro extremo de la sala junto a Joe.

Por supuesto que nunca llegaste a usarlo, cuando llegaste al hotel dejaste la caja dentro del calendario, y desde ese día no volviste a tocar ni una caja. Tienes varios días sin abrir, pero te da igual. Suspiras y te giras para evitar mirar el dichoso calendario. Cuando cierras los ojos sientes unos muy leves golpes en la puerta. Sientes como el corazón se detiene y verificas en tu móvil que son casi las dos de la mañana.

Ignoras los golpes. ¿Quién demonios puede ser a esas horas? Quizá tu mente paranoica lo imaginó. Pero cuando vuelves a cerrar los ojos, vuelves a oirlos, esta vez más fuerte y más insistentes. Te levantas con mucho cuidado de no hacer ruido, y cuando llegas casi a la puerta escuchas una voz.

"Mackenzie" la voz de Ben al otro lado vuelve a parar tu corazón. "Soy yo"

Corres con ansiedad hasta la silla cerca del balcón donde has dejado un jersey, golpeándote en la pierna el armario y te lo pones por encima. Enciendes la luz esta vez y mirando el reflejo en el espejo colocas un poco tu pelo. Cuando abres la puerta Ben está con una mano en la nuca. Te mira con los labios entreabiertos y rápidamente su vista va a tus piernas desnudas. El jersey te tapa poco más que la tanga en encaje. Te mueves un poco incómoda y cruzas tus piernas.

"Eh..." Ben aclara su garganta y mueve sus ojos a los de ella. "Abrí el regalo." Lleva su mano al bolsillo trasero de sus pantalones. "Hubiese sido muy humillante si lo hubiese abierto con Joe delante" saca del bolsillo el preservativo y te muerdes el labio con fuerza. "Me ha costado una hora llevar a Joe a la cama y llamar un taxi para los demás"

"Tenías prisa"

"Bueno, quería abrir mi regalo." Ben se acerca un paso, sin sobrepasar el umbral de la puerta. Está junto a ti, sin tocarte, pero puedes sentir su aliento sobre tus labios.

"¿Quieres pasar?" susurras.

"Estaría decepcionado si después de venir aquí no me invitas a pasar" Se te escapa la risa mientras das un paso a un lado y lo dejas entrar. Antes de poder cerrar la puerta sientes los brazos de Ben sobre tu cintura, abrazándote. Te acerca a él, sin dejar ni un centímetro entre vosotros, y con los labios cerca de los tuyos.

"¿Está bien?" con un suspiro asientes con la cabeza. Un segundo después Ben junta sus labios con fuerza con los tuyos mientras con la pierna cierra la puerta de la habitación. Ambos suspiráis cuando vuestros labios se tocan y Ben aprovecha ese momento para intensificar el beso metiendo su lengua en tu boca. Lo abrazas mientras el rubio pone una mano sobre tu cuello, evitando que te alejes, y pone la otra sobre tu muslo, rozando la tela del jersey y con los dedos jugando subiendo y bajando la tela unos centímetros.

Jadeas sintiendo los dedos de Ben sobre tu muslo y te alejas del beso en busca de oxígeno. Ben no te deja alejarte mucho, ya que pone sus labios sobre tu cuello, besando la piel expuesta mientras retira el pelo con su mano, y la vuelve a poner sobre tu cuello. No puedes más, sientes que algo explota en tu interior cuando sientes sus labios en tu cuello y su mano en la otra parte.

"Ben" gimes su nombre mientras buscas apoyarte en la pared, sientes que en cualquier momento tus piernas pueden fallar. Ben aprieta tu muslo cuando la escucha gemir.

"Joder" Apoya su frente en la tuya. "¿Todo bien?"

Esta vez eres tú quién lo besa, mientras tiras de su cinturón hacia ti, juntando las caderas. Esta vez es el turno de él de gemir, mientras te coge por tus muslos y hace que enredes las piernas en su cintura. Subes tus manos a sus mejillas, y lo besas. Gimes en su boca cuando sientes su erección contra ti. Sientes la tela del pantalón vaquero contra tu núcleo medio desnudo por la tela de tu tanga, y te mueves un poco contra él mientras gime.

Ben sonríe en mitad del beso, y aprieta tu culo. "¿Podemos tomarlo con calma?"

Intenta regular tu respiración. Tienes las mejillas sonrojadas y a penas sientes las piernas. Llegados a este punto no crees que puedas ir muy despacio, pero si el lo quiere así, lo intentarás. Asientes con la cabeza mientras Ben contigo en brazos se dirige a la cama.

Se sienta en el borde de la cama contigo en su regazo, una pierna a cada lado suyo. Te quita el pelo de la cara y te besa. Besa tus labios, tus mejillas, y por último se detiene en tu cuello. Suspiras mientras te mantienes quieta en su regazo. Con calma, piensas. Una mano está sobre tu cuello y la otra rápidamente se cuela debajo de tu jersey y acaricia tu espalda. Llevas tus manos a su cuello, y acaricias su nuca con cariño. Tus dedos se encuentran con el pelo de la parte trasera de su cabeza y lo envuelves con tus dedos. Te dejas caer en su regazo sintiendo su erección contra el muslo. Tiras un poco de él para separar la cara de tu cuello y llevas tus labios a los suyos. Ben se deja besar, mientras lleva sus manos a tus caderas, y las mueve contra él. Ambos gemís mientras te separas de él, mordiendo su labio.

"¿Puedo?" Pregunta con los ojos brillosos tocando con sus manos la tela del jersey. Asientes mientras él tira de la prenda sacándotela en un segundo. No tienes sujetador. Ben gime al verte, y lleva una de sus manos a tu pecho. "Eres preciosa" Susurra mirándote a los ojos. Pasa su dedo pulgar por tu pezón y suspiras.

"Por favor"

Ben lleva su boca a tu otro pezón. Primero le da un beso y luego pasa su lengua por su alrededor antes de jugar con él entre sus labios. Dejas escapar un suspiro mientras su mano juega con el otro pezón. Mueves tus caderas de forma automática necesitando sentirlo, mientras llevas una de tus manos a su hombro y con la otra juegas con el pelo de su cabeza.

Lo separas de tus pechos y lo besas. Ben vuelve a pasar ambos pulgares por tus pezones mientras un escalofrío te recorre la espalda.

Cuando consigues separarte de él, tiras del dobladillo de su camiseta y se la quitas. Pasas tus manos por su pecho, y dejas que un dedo recorra sus abdominales. Dejas caer tus labios sobre su clavícula y dejas pequeños besos, para luego succionar con fuerza. En ese momento no eres consciente de que le dejarán unas marcas terribles, pero no te importa cuando sientes las manos de Ben apretando tu cadera. Mueves tu boca a su cuello y lo muerdes. Deja escapar un gemido.

"Vas a ser mi muerte" Dejas escapar una risa. Usando las uñas sin mucha fuerza las pasas por sus hombros mientras lo besas. Deja descansar sus manos en la parte baja de tu espalda mientras sus dedos juegan con la tira del tanga. Tus manos se mueven por su pecho, bajando hasta su estómago, y se detienen en el dobladillo del pantalón, jugando con el botón y paseando tu dedo índice entre el pantalón y su bóxer.

"¿Puedo?" Sientes que vas a morir cuando lo preguntas. Luchas por no estar ansiosa o que al menos que él no lo note. Asiente con la cabeza y sientes como deja de respirar cuando desabrochas el pantalón y bajas la cremallera. Cierra los ojos y echa la cabeza hacia atrás cuando deja de sentir la presión del pantalón en su miembro.

Cuando parece que se recupera, te gira, haciendo que caigas sobre la cama. Con la ayuda de tus talones y tus brazos te mueves hacia el cabecero de la cama. Ben se deja caer encima tuyo sin llegar a aplastarte. Sientes que está a punto de preguntarte si estás bien, así que con una sonrisa pones tu mano en su nuca.

"Está bien" aseguras antes de besarlo. Llevas tu mano a su estómago, y después de acariciarlo, con el dedo índice juegas con la goma de su bóxer. "¿Por qué no te lo quitas?" Ben deja de besarte y te obedece. Se baja de la cama y deja los pantalones por ahí tirados. Es increible. Una cosa es imaginar su cuerpo, o ver alguna foto de alguna sesión, pero verlo en persona, acalorado y con la respiración entrecortada por la excitación es otra cosa. Sonríes viendo su bulto en el bóxer. Tú lo has provocado. Es tuyo.

Ben se deja caer sobre tu cuerpo de nuevo, y deja besos húmedos en tu cuello, bajando por tus pechos, cuando piensas que no puedes estar más excitada, baja sus labios por tu estómago. Se detiene con los labios sobre tu piel, y te observa con una sonrisa. Con tu mano retiras el pelo de su frente, y sin romper el contacto visual, baja aún más sus labios, y con los dientes estira y deja que te golpeé la goma de tu tanga. Gimes elevas las caderas. Ben se ríe mientras deja un beso sobre tu centro por encima de la ropa.

"¿Hay algo con lo que te sientas incómoda?, o alguna sugerencia, que te guste especialmente..." Sube a tu altura y deja descansar su mano en tu estómago.

"Solo... Solo quiero que me toques"

Ben deja un beso en tu frente y baja los dedos hasta tu tanta. Durante un momento juega con el elástico, mientras te mira de costado, con su cabeza apoyada en su brazo. Tienes los ojos cerrados y respiras con dificultad. Sin esperártelo mete dos dedos debajo de la prenda y nota tu humedad. Gimes mientras agarras su brazo con fuerza.

"Tócame" Susurras. Ben mueve sus dedos hacia tu humedad, frota los dedos en tu entrada, recogiendo un poco de lubricante. Lleva los dedos a través de tus labios, gritas cuando llega a tu clítoris. "¡Joder!" Juega con tu centro, acariciando los labios, bajando a tu entrada y volviendo a subir a tu clítoris. No lo toca directamente, juega alrededor de él, haciendo que te retuerzas de placer y de ansia.

Mete aún más la mano, y sin esperártelo introduce dos dedos en ti. "¿Estás bien?" Aprietas el agarre en su brazo y te quedas muy quieta.

"Ben... No creo que dure mucho"

"No hay problema, amor. Tenemos tiempo." Besa tu sien y mueve sus dedos. Al principio de forma tranquila, dejando que te acostumbres a él, a su toque. De vez en cuando con el pulgar frota tu clítoris, haciendo que eleves las caderas y de esa forma sus dedos llegan aún más profundo. Gimes su nombre, sientes que estás haciendo un desastre, notas como el sudor recorre tu cuerpo y el pelo se te pega en la nuca. Estás cerca, y Ben lo nota en sus dedos, nota como te tensas a su alrededor, y no puede hacer otra cosa más que acelerar el rítmo y frotar tu núcleo con su pulgar. El orgasmo te golpea haciendo que tiembles y despues de tanta tensión acumulada, te dejas ir, dejando de sentir otra cosa que no sea el colchón debajo tuyo.

Ben retira su mano. Estás con los ojos cerrados, intentando recuperarte, cuando sientes a Ben retirar tu tanga. Está sentado a los pies de la cama, con una toalla del baño húmeda en sus manos. Con cuidado te limpia haciendo que gimas.

"Lo siento"

"Estoy sensible. Está bien." Se siente bien la toalla húmeda, y se sienten bien las manos de Ben sobre tus muslos. Deja un beso cerca de tu ingle.  "Ven aquí" Con una sonrisa vuelve a subir a la cama y se queda a tu altura.

Buscas sus labios y lo besas. Juegas con su labio interior haciendo que Ben gima y sienta como su polla late. Deja caer la cadera contra la tuya y lo sientes. Bajas una de tus manos hacia sus boxers, y esta vez sin jugar, introduces tu mano. Parece que su pene salta buscando tu contacto mientras Ben gime. Buscas el ángulo para tocarlo, subes y bajas la mano varias veces, hasta que te detienes en su punta. Paseas el pulgar humedeciéndolo con su presemen, y lo usas como lubricante en toda su longitud. Ben deja caer su cabeza en la almohada, junto a tu oido, jadea.

Juegas con la velocidad de tus movimientos, hasta que sientes como está a punto de correrse. Detiene tus movimientos con su mano, intenta regular su respiración. "Espera" se quita los boxers, y frota su longitud en ti. Sientes como vuelves a encenderte. Te está buscando, está preparándote. Busca tu clítoris con su polla y lo frota.

"Ben" arqueas la espalda mientras muerde tu hombro. "Por favor"

Te mira a los ojos buscando tu permiso. Asientes con la cabeza mientras te muerdes el labio. Ben no pierde el tiempo buscando el preservativo en sus pantalones. Se lo pone rápidamente con las manos temblorosas mientras te mira. Estás sobre tus codos viéndolo. No crees haber tenido nunca a un chico luciendo tan sexy. Vuelve a colocarse encima tuyo, y repite el proceso de antes, sientes sus dedos en tu entrada, extendiendo tu humedad como lubricante. Te dejas caer en la cama mientras gimes.

"Ben..." gritas con ansiedad.

"Ya voy, amor." Y justo después notas como entra en ti. Lo hace poco a poco, dejándote que te acostumbres a él. Pero te duele tanto no tenerlo dentro, que con tus piernas lo empujas dentro de ti. Ambos gemís y muerdes el hombro de Ben para no gritar.

Se mueve lento, poco a poco, y no muy profundo. Quiere asegurarse de no hacerte daño, y de durar más de 5 minutos. Mordisqueas el lóbulo de su oreja mientras gimes, y eso lo lleva al límite. Besas su cuello, y dejas marcas en él, en ese momento no te importa. Necesitas hacerlo. Busca tus labios y te besa mientras esta vez entra más profundo en ti.

"Más fuerte, Ben" Lloriqueas cuando te hace caso. En todas las veces que has estado con un chico, confundían fuerza con rapidez. Te sorprende lo mucho que Ben te entiende, y lo bien que lo hace. Lleva sus dedos a tu clítoris, y lo frota con rapidez. "Ben, no creo que pueda durar mucho más" dices sobre sus labios.

Parece no importarle cuando acelera sus embestidas, y sientes en tu interior los espasmos que recorren su polla. Gimes mientras te aprietas aún más sobre su polla, sientes que te corres, pero no importa porque Ben también lo hace unos segundos después. Deja caer su frente en tu clavícula y lo abrazas. Un sudor cálido recorre su espalda, y sientes como vuestros cuerpos quedan prácticamente pegados por el sudor.

Deja caer besos sobre tu pecho, y muerde tu pezón mientras sale de ti. Dejas de sentir ese calor en tu interior y lo miras. Tiene sus ojos en ti. Te quita el pelo de la cara y te besa.

"Creo que es el mejor regalo de cumpleaños que he tenido"

"¿Nunca te han regalado sexo por tu cumpleaños?" Bromeas acariciando su nuca.

"Nunca me han regalado un preservativo en un sobre." Muerde tu labio inferior y te sonríe. "Un regalo original"

"Moriría de verguenza si lo llegas abrir delante de todos."

"No sería mi culpa" Levanta la mano con inocencia. "Me alegro que lo hayas hecho. Esto debió de pasar antes " Mueve su mano por tu cadera. Vuelve a besarte y se levanta de la cama. Te incorporas y apoyas tu espalda en el cabecero de la cama. Ves a Ben moverse por la habitación completamente desnudo y sientes que nunca podrías cansarte de mirarlo.

Entra en el baño sin cerrar la puerta, y por el reflejo del espejo ves las marcas de besos y mordidas por su cuello y su clavícula. Se quita el preservativo y lo anuda antes de tirarlo en la basura. Usa una de las toallas para limpiarse y vuelve a la cama. Sigues su ejemplo y te limpias con lo toalla que dejó sobre la mesilla. Se tumba en la cama te besa. Por todo el cuerpo.

"¿Puedo?" pregunta entre tus piernas. Te incorporas sobre tus codos y lo miras. Besa tu clítoris, besa tu entrada, y utiliza su lengua por tus labios. Suspiras llevando una mano a su pelo, y tiras de él. "Ben, para"

Haces que se acerque a ti, mueves tus caderas y lo empujas sobre el colchón. Lo necesitas a él. Te subes sobre sus caderas, y te mueves. Pone las manos en tus muslos y los aprieta mientras echa su cabeza atrás.

"Mierda" Gime. Pero no de placer. Frunces el ceño. "No tengo más preservativos" recuerda.

En ese momento llevas tu vista al calendario de adviento. Sigue en la esquina de la habitación y en ese momento te alegras de no haberlo tirado. "¡Espera!" te bajas de la cama con rapidez y te acercas al calendario. Sacas la cajita del día 24 y te acercas a la cama. Ben está incorporado sobre sus codos viéndote confundido.

"¿Ese es el calendario de Lucy?"

"Calla. No digas ni una palabra" Adviertes mientras te subes a su regazo y abres la caja. Ben deja escapar una carcajada mientras sus manos descansan en tus muslos. "¡Ben!"

"¡Lo siento!, ¿en serio te regaló eso?"

"Es humillante"

"Un poco" reconoce metiéndote el pelo detrás de la oreja. "¿Por qué lo hizo?"

"Supongo que notó que ambos lo deseábamos" Te encoges de hombros. "Estaba destinado para el día 24"

"¿No es mala suerte no usarlo ese día?" pregunta.

"Lo es." admites. "Supongo que este año tendré una suerte de mierda"

"Bueno, me tienes a mi" Se sienta en la cama contigo encima y te besa. Dejas caer la caja al suelo y dejas el preservativo encima de la cama.

"¿Extra grande?" Pregunta con una sonrisa viendo el preservativo. "¿Lucy y tú habéis hablado de mi tamaño?"

Golpeas su hombro "Para empezar, no." Se ríe con fuerza haciendo que a ti tambien se te escape la risa. "Y que sepas que es un engaño, el preservativo normal se adapta a todos los tamaños, el extra grande es un engaño para que los vanidosos se dejen más dinero"

"Estoy bromeando, amor"

Te acerca con una mano sobre tu cuello y te besa. No con ansiedad, ni con lujuria. Es un beso tranquilo. Un beso de quién tiene todo el tiempo del mundo, y los únicos labios que desea besar.

Después de dos veces, ambos caéis en la cama cansados. Ben no tarda en quedarse dormido después de fumar un cigarro, y tú tapas tu cuerpo con la sábana, y esperas que pase la hora que te queda antes de coger tus pertenencias y coger el avión. ¿Fue un error? No lo parecía cuando lo besabas ni cuando follábais. Pero todo se ve de forma diferente cuando estás en frío. ¿Sería incómodo?, ¿se iría en cuanto se despertase?, ¿te volvería a llamar?, ¿te diría que fue solo una noche?, ¿significó para él lo mismo que significó para ti? Sientes la como te ataca la ansiedad mientras Ben ronca ligeramente.

Cuando llega la hora te levantas con cuidado. Buscas la ropa que hay sobre el suelo, y te la pones en silencio lo más rápido que puedes. No puedes ducharte, eso lo despertaría, y honestamente no quieres tener esa incómoda conversación del "día después". Abres la puerta y con cuidado sacas las maletas. Sientes el sudor recorrer tu espalda, son tres maletas grandes y no es fácil arrastrarlas con cuidado sobre el suelo de madera. Cuando lo consigues llamas al ascensor y dejas las maletas en un lado.

Llegas a la habitación, solo te queda tu bolso, y el móvil con el cargador. Cuelgas tu mochila en el brazo y te acercas a la cama. Ben tiene media cara contra la almohada, y la boca ligeramente abierta. Le apartas un poco el pelo con la mano, y le besas la mejilla.

"Supongo que se acabó" Tus ojos se llenan de lágrimas. Realmente lo amas, es la persona más gentil, divertida y amable que conoces. Y has tenido la oportunidad de conocer su lado sexy. Y solo por una noche ha sido tuyo. Pero no estáis en la misma página. Acaba de salir de una relación muy larga, una persona con la que se quería casar. Y aunque te duela, sabes que aún le queda mucho para superarlo.

"Ojalá me encuentres cuando estés listo" Y con esa última frase, abandonas a Ben en la habitación del hotel. Pero olvidaste que allí también dejaste tu corazón.

¿Segunda parte?

[illfoandillfie]

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

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 16

hehehe gotta love some professor gwil 😏

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

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

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

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

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charlie nelson x isabelle barnaby (oc)

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La navidad ya estaba a la vuelta de la esquina y este año la joven Barnaby había decidido pasar las fiestas junto a su familia, en este caso, junto a sus padres y a su futura hermanita. Lo que no contaba la chica era que días antes se reencontraría con su ex pareja, con quién había terminado recientemente.

¡! domingo 22 de diciembre de 2013 14:55 pm Isabella

Acabada de llegar a Causton y me encontraba junto con mi amigo Ben en su auto, frente a la casa de mis padres.

─Estas lista?─Pregunto mi mejor amigo

─Creo que si─murmuré abriendo la puerta.

Bajé y le hice un ademán a Ben para que venga conmigo, él dudo un poco pero termino accediendo, bajé mis dos maletas, nos dirigimos hacia la puerta, después de unos minutos golpee levemente en esta y al poco tiempo se sintieron unos pasos junto con ladridos.

Al abrirse la puerta pude ver a mi madre y de inmediato la abracé

—Mamá—Sonreí. —Oh, Bella mi pequeña— dijo mientras acunaba mi rostro entre sus manos.— cómo estás?— pregunto.

—Bien y tú— hablé volviendo a sus brazos, hasta que recordé a mi amigo—Oh disculpa Ben, ma él es Ben mi mejor amigo y compañero en Londres. —Jones, Ben Jones mucho gusto señora Barnaby, aquí su hija me a contado mucho sobre usted y su esposo—se presentó amablemente, extendiendo su mano, acto que mi madre acepto gustosamente.

—Nada de señora, dime Sarah—le sonrió amablemente— pero bueno pasen que hace mucho frío— Se hizo al lado y ambos nos adentramos hacia la casa. Deje mis maletas al lado de la escalera para subirlas luego.

Un alegre Sykes nos recibió ya adentró, lo acaricié levemente y el lo recibió alegre.

—Y papá?— le pregunté al ya estar en la cocina —Esta atendiendo un caso reciente con su nuevo compañero—me contó y nos resumió un poco de lo que estaba ocurriendo en estos días.— ...deben tener cuidado.— nos advirtió.

⟨ 16:02 ⟩

Pasamos un muy buen rato hablado que ya eran las cuatro de la tarde, Ben se había ido acomodarse al hotel, aunque con mamá le insistimos en que se quedará el se negó, además me dijo que yo tenía que tener un momento a solas con mi madre para contarle la noticia que tenia. Ahora nos encontrábamos horneando galletas.

—Y algo interesante para contar—pregunto mamá—algún chico o algo más.— —No nada interesante, que tal tú mamá, como vas con el embarazo— trate de esquivar el tema —Bella Barnaby que me estás ocultando—se cruzo de brazo viéndome sería— —Nad-a, n-ada— maldeci por tartamudear. —Isabella—su tono se volvió más serio.

Suspiré y la tome de la mano para que tomara asiento apoyando ambas manos unidas sobre la mesa.

—Mamá—suspire— estoy embarazada—solté de repente— y antes que me digas algo quiero que sepas que yo no estaba buscando esto—mi voz se quebró— no ahora que tú estás embarazada, tengo  miedo por el que dirá la gente y ustedes, más que nada ustedes me come internamente—me largue a llorar. —Pequeña— me abrazó y hizo que me sentará en su falda, tratando de no aplastarla— tu padre y yo jamás te diríamos nada y la opinión de los demás tiene que importarte muy poco— me daba suaves caricias en la espalda— además ya estás en buena edad, tienes treinta años, linda—me consolaba.

Y tenía razón, estaba en edad pero nunca en mi vida imagine embarazarme a la vez que mi madre.

—cuando te enteraste?—pregunto. —a principios de mes, después de romper con mi pareja— solté mirando a la nada— rompimos por problemas de distancia, le ofrecieron trabajo en otro lugar y por eso terminamos—explique antes de que preguntará— me gustaría hablar con él pero perdimos contacto— hice una mueca.

Recordé los últimos días con mi pareja, estábamos bien, hasta estábamos por comprometernos, pero la distancia nos estaba consumiendo. Mentiría si dijera que ya no sentía nada por él. Sonreí mientras jugaba con el anillo que se encontraba en mi dedo.

—Bueno tu decidirás  que hacer y nosotros te vamos apoyar eso tenlo por seguro mi niña—me beso la cabeza para luego limpiar mis lágrimas.

Nos quedamos un rato abrazadas, hasta que el ruido de la puerta nos interrumpió

—cariño, estoy en casa— hablo una voz desde la sala que inmediatamente reconocí.—Donde estás?—pregunto. —Estamos en la cocina—contesto mi madre

—Estamos?—oí que dijo.

Con mamá nos paramos, yo me dirigí hacia el baño para limpiar mi cara y ella se fue a la sala. Al terminar fui a la sala, cuando llegué pude ver a un hombre alto hablando con mamá.

─Ya te tiene mintiendo por él─escuche decir a mi madre.─Bien llegarás lejos.─habló divertida y empezó a sacar su lado protector haciéndole preguntas al chico.

─Sarah.─Llamo mi padre como por décima vez, acercándose a ella. —Te dije el chico iba ser apuesto—le pegó en el hombro, yo reí llamando la atención de los presentes. —Bella—Sonrió papá. —Hola pa—Lo abrace. —Pero, cuando llegaste, con quién?—empezó hacer preguntas. —Creo que eso mejor te lo respondo luego ahora tienes que resolver un caso—Palme su espalda. —oh es verdad, por cierto él es Nelson, Nelson ella es mi hija Isabella—Nos presentó.

Mi vista se fijo en el acompañante y quede sorprendida, era él, mi ex pareja. Salí de mi trance y lo salude

─Un gusto─hice una mueca que trate de disimular.

─Igual─estrechamos las manos y con la mirada fija.

─Bueno los dejaremos haciendo su trabajo─Hablo mi madre de repente haciendo que nuestras miradas se separen.

─Si de hecho yo me tengo que ir, quede con Ben para ver donde se iba a hospedar─Me excuse.

Me despedí y fui hasta la cocina a buscar mi teléfono y mi abrigo.

─Es él, no─Apareció mi madre por la puerta de la cocina

─¿Que?

─Él es el padre y tu pareja, no? —Pero que cosas dices mamá?—trate de no alzar tanto la voz. —Dios Isa, te conozco, vi ese brillo en tus ojos, el mismo que tenía yo al ver a tu padre cuando era joven.

Yo solo suspiré colocándome mi abrigó. —Por favor dile a papá, yo me encargaré de darle los detalles después, necesito hablar con Kate.— mire a mamá— prometo no tardar—Dije para luego salir de casa.

Salí caminando en dirección hacia el trabajo de mi padre, haciendo una parada en una cafetería que se encontraba en la esquina, al tener ya los pedidos, retome mi camino.

Cuando entre, el recepcionista me paró.

—Disculpe señorita, que desea—el muchacho me miró. —buscaba a Kate Wilding. —Claro, veré si está disponible—El tipo teclo el teléfono y hablo un poco, luego volvió su mirada a mi—a nombre de quién? —Barnaby, Isabella Barnaby—el chico me miró sorprendido.

Habló un poco más y me indico dónde tenía que ir, agradecí y fui hacia donde me dijo el muchacho.

—Pero si es mi Barnaby favorita—soltó la rubia ni bien entre a la habitación donde se encontraba —Deja que te escuché papá y vas a ver cómo te va—Reí y me acerque para abrazarla—Dios, te extrañe tanto Wilding. —Yo igual Bella—Me abrazo más fuerte. —Tengo muchas cosas para contarte, estás disponible?  es una historia algo larga, hasta traje comida—Puse la bolsa de la cafetería en la mesa. —Si el caso está finalizando, así que si, adelante.—Ambas nos sentamos.

Empecé a contarle todo de a poco y resumiendo alguna que otra parte, finalizando con una Kate algo sorprendida.

—Estas embarazada!!—Chillo— y del nuevo detective de tu padre!! —Si, aunque en ese momento no se conocían. —Y como harás para contárselo a él y a tu padre?—pregunto. —A papá  le dije a mamá que lo hiciera por mi. Y a Nelson...—Suspire frustrada pasando mis manos por mi rostro — simplemente no lo sé. —Bueno, si me dejas opinar creo que sería mejor que hablarán solos y cuánto antes—aconsejo Kate.—Y que mejor hacerlo ahora—sonrió dándome ánimos. —Pero, está en medio de un caso—Dije no muy convencida. —Ay Bella, Bella, acaso no escuchaste el caso ya finalizó.—Me mostró su celular con un mensaje, tenía razón.

Dudé un poco en que hacer.

—Me recomiendas decirle ahora a Nelson o dices que esperé?—Pregunte indecisa—O sea nos acabamos de ver recién hoy después de un mes, no puedo llegar y decirle "Hey, Nelson, sabías que vamos a ser papás y que aunque haya pasado un mes sigo enamorada de ti, muy loco lo sé"—Kate palideció, manteniendo su mirada detrás de mí—Que pasa—Me di la vuelta y vi a Charlie parado en la puerta con una cara de asombro.

—Que acabas de decir Isabella—Nelson entro y dejo los papeles que tenía en mano sobre la mesa. —Saben que yo mejor me retiro—Hablo la rubia mientras agarraba un par de cosas—cualquier cosa que necesites no dudes en llamar—susurro antes de salir.

Todo había quedado en completo silencio, Charlie me miraba esperando una respuesta y yo no sabía que decir, simplemente jugaba con el anillo que el me había entregado tiempo atrás.

—Bella, te hice una pregunta—suspiro él. —Lo que escuchaste Nelson, vas a ser papá, estoy embarazada—confesé con la mirada gacha, él se acercó a mi, agachándose a mi altura. —Lo dices enserio?—Sus ojos se iluminaron. —Nunca he hablado tan enserio en mi vida—me limpie una lágrima que amenazaba en salir—No estás enojado? lo cual es entendible porque puede qu....—Fui interrumpida por Nelson quien se abalanzó para besarme.

El beso duro alrededor de dos minutos, al terminarlo el no se separó, es más junto nuestras frentes. —Como vas a pensar que está noticia me va a enojar, es la más maravillosa que me has dado—acaricio mi mejilla— bueno luego de que hayas dado el si—Sonreímos.— Isabella desde que nos separamos no he encontrado a alguien que me complete tanto como lo haces tú, esto de separarnos me hizo demasiado mal, me hacías tanta falta.—Soltó dejándome shockeada. —Q-ue, que estás tratando de decir. —Que te amo, Isabella. Te amo como nunca he amado a cualquier otra persona.—confeso

Con esa confesión quedé helada, no sabía que hacer o que decir. Así que hice lo que sea probablemente lo más cliché y lo que él antes había echo, exacto lo bese. Coloqué mis brazos sobre sus hombros y nos acercamos aún más.

—Yo también te amo Charlie Nelson, aunque ya lo hayas escuchado—me sonroje— sinceramente no sé porque nos distanciamos—Dije al separarnos, él se arrodilló —Bee—me nombró por el apodo que el me había puesto— quieres volver con este hombre que ahora es detective de tu padre. —Claro que quiero—Se levanto y nos dimos un pequeño beso.

Nos separamos por culpa de mi celular que estaba sonando, era mamá.

—Bella, dónde estás ya es tarde. —Ma, estoy en el trabajo de papá, con Kate se nos fue la hora hablando ya mismo voy a casa. —Por cierto tu padre ya lo sabe —Y como se lo tomó? —Quiere hablar contigo, ven cuánto antes. —b-ien voy en camino—colgué cuánto antes y me empecé a poner el abrigó y a tirar lo que quedó de basura.

—Todo bien?—se preocupo Charlie. —Si, solo tengo que volver a casa, mamá está preocupada—hice una mueca— además papá se enteró del embarazo y quiere hablar. —No lo sabía?—Pregunto —No, primero se enteró Ben, luego mamá, Kate, tu y ahora papá—enumeré, el asintió —Bien déjame llevarte, ya es algo tarde y no puedo dejarte ir sola—Estaba por salir cuando se detiene—espérame en la entrada, no tardaré— y se fue, supongo que a buscar sus cosas.

Hice lo que me dijo y alrededor de unos minutos ya estábamos en el auto, en el camino nos pusimos un poco al día, mientras la radio estaba a un volumen aceptable.

—No puedo creer que aún conserves el anillo que te dí— hablo riendo mientras manejaba —Bueno, quería tener algo de ti conmigo, aunque sea por un pequeño tiempo.—Sonreí tímida. —Bueno, que bueno que lo hayas guardado— tomó mi mano y la besó—esa propuesta sigue en pie, ¿no? —Claro que si—sonreí y lo bese fugazmente.—

Cuando hice eso el estaciono el auto, pues ya habíamos llegado. baje del auto y al segundo Charlie hizo lo mismo, rodeo el auto y me tomo de la mano para acompañarme hasta la puerta.

—Hasta mañana linda, descansa— hablo dulcemente.— —Hasta mañana Nel, gracias por acompañarme— nos acercamos para darnos un beso de despedida, pero fuimos interrumpidos por la puerta que se había abierto, dejando ver a mi padre junto a mi madre, detrás de esta. —Ejem—carraspeó John—Señorita Barnaby y detective Nelson, creo que ustedes y yo necesitamos hablar seriamente—

he aquí la finalización de este primer OS de mi rey Charlie Nelson. Se me hizo un poco largo y un poco aburrido capaz, pero me gustó el resultado. Hasta ya estoy pensando en hacerle segunda parte y tal vez tercera O incluso una propia historia(ojo al piojo) Bueno espero que les haya gustado nos vemos en la próxima actualización, que no se cuando sera:)) ♥️¡! tal vez mas adelante traduzca en ingles este os

[bluesfortheredj]

A bump in the road.

Smut ahead.

“Can you pass me the remote please?” you ask through a mouthful of biscuit.

“Excuse me?” Gwil laughs, “what was that? All I heard were crumbs being moved around in your mouth.”

“Can you pass...” you pause to chew and swallow before continuing, “...pass me the remote please?”

“Of course darling, and would you like me to get you anything else?”

“A banana please.”

“A banana? With chocolate bourbon creams?” he clarifies, his nose scrunching up at the thought of the combination.

You run your fingers lightly over your large bump, “yes but if you haven’t already noticed I am very pregnant and my taste buds have gone haywire.”

He smiles proudly as he looks at your stomach, “I had noticed actually,” he nods before getting up from his arm chair and crossing the room to press a kiss to your belly, “banana it is then!”

Gwilym strolls out of the room after placing the remote on your chest and you scroll through the television guide as your free hand strokes idly over your bump until his return with the already peeled banana in hand. He raises his eyebrows suggestively a couple of times as he kneels on the floor beside you, then he lifts the curved fruit to your lips in an unmistakably flirtatious manner and you gladly part them for him. These days this was all it took for you to get in the mood; your hormones now fluctuating beyond your control but always on standby when it came to anything that could be remotely linked to sex. It was almost laughable how the slightest thing could turn you on, but you certainly didn’t hear any complaints from your other half about it, and you’d been more adventurous during the last few months than you’d ever been when you were both younger.

“Do the Boots advert voice,” you whisper after swallowing your first bite.

He chuckles lightly before clearing his throat and speaking as softly and seductively as he possibly can, “he lifts the banana to her lips, her mouth opening wide to take the thick girth of the fruit in his hand, then her teeth sink slowly into it, causing his dick to twitch.”

“Fucking hell,” you sigh, “I forgot how good you were at that.”

“Upstairs?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod fervently, swinging your legs off the couch and pushing yourself up awkwardly into a standing position while he chucks the banana on the coffee table and practically runs up the stairs leaving you trailing behind with a hand on your lower back as you waddle out into the hallway.

“Sorry,” he calls from the tops of the stairs, “do you need me to help?”

“I’m fine,” you laugh, “get naked but don’t you dare start without me.”

“I know better than to go against anything a heavily pregnant lady tells me to do, don’t worry!”

He disappears into the bedroom while you make your way slowly up each step with a huff and a puff, then you pause when you finally get onto the landing and stretch your back out awkwardly by leaning backwards a couple of times. Your bump was getting heavier by the day it seemed, the round shape also getting bigger along with it; you’d never been small in any sense of the word and your bump had taken full advantage of your already chubby stomach, but you hadn’t let it get in the way of your overactive sex drive until recently when positions had got a little harder to get in to.

“Now that is a sight I never get tired of seeing,” you sigh as you enter the bedroom to see Gwil bending over by the armchair to set his recently discarded clothes down neatly, “look at the arse on that.”

“Oi!” he laughs as he turns to face you, “I’m not a piece of meat you know!”

“I know you aren’t darling, and I love and respect you so very much, but right now we’ve gotta have sex before I need another wee, ‘cause this baby is pressing on my bladder like it’s their personal pillow,” you wince.

“How are we doing this today then? You on top?”

“I’m not sure the bouncing will do me much good…” you say as you struggle to kick off your leggings, “…I’ll lay down and you ram me like the animal you are.”

“That’s an offer I cannot resist,” he replies, rubbing his hands together as you shuffle yourself onto the bed and up to the pillows.

“I do love you,” you add as he kneels on the end of the bed, “you know that right? I’m just so fucking horny all the fucking time right now and you do nothing to help me calm down looking like that.”

He laughs at your slight ramble as you sit there with your legs wide open before him, then he strokes your knees gently and looks into your eyes lovingly, “I know and I love you too, but I understand that right now you’re a very horny pregnant lady, and I am very willing to help you satisfy your needs. There will be plenty of time for cuddling when this little one is here.”

“Don’t, because now you’re going to make me cry and I don’t want to cry during sex!” you say, fanning your eyes with your hands.

“Shit, okay...” he clears his throat once more and puts on the sensual voice again, “I could rub some of that silky soft body lotion anywhere you want me to after I make love to you.”

Your eyes widen, the tears now suddenly forgotten at the sound of his husky voice, and all you manage to whimper is, “please enter me.”

He grins at your hushed request and moves forward on the bed, his hands now sliding up your thighs until he comes to a stop at your belly and awkwardly leans over it to kiss you before guiding himself inside you once he’s returned to his position behind the bump. You both try your best to get into the feel of it but Gwilym can’t quite reach your chest without squishing your stomach, and as the baby moves up towards your chest you get out of breath far too quickly.

“Stop stop stop,” you pant as your head falls back onto the headboard, “this isn’t working.”

“It’s really not is it?” he sighs, pulling out reluctantly, “how about from behind? You on all fours?”

You nod as you take a deep breath and prepare to move, Gwil holding his hands out for you to help sit you up, then you turn around and place your palms on the duvet before bursting out into laughter.

“I feel like a cow that needs to be milked!” you grimace, your enlarged breasts hanging down heavily.

Gwilym begins to laugh from behind you and he puts his hand on his forehead as he shakes his head from side to side, “I can assure you you look absolutely beautiful from this angle, but I don’t want you feeling like a farm animal. How about you lay down on your side? Can’t beat a bit of spooning, huh?”

“Perfect,” you sigh happily, collapsing down onto the bed and getting comfortable on your side with your knees curled up as far as they could go.

Gwil settles in behind you, his arms wrapping affectionately around your body with one hand caressing your bump fondly while his tip sits ready at your entrance. The mood in the room had suddenly changed from one of a quick romp to get you off to a calm and loving atmosphere; now being held so tenderly by the one you love while he slowly pushes inside you to give you the pleasure you crave from him. You hold onto his hands during the entire time you make love; his body fitting against yours as if you were made for one another. Whimpers and moans are the only sounds that fill the room apart from bodily noises and the two of you are left in a panting, sweaty mess by the end of it all with his nose moving through your hair to kiss your head sweetly as his arms tighten their grip on your figure.

“I really would love to stay like this all day, but I’m gonna piss myself if I don’t go to the loo now,” you chuckle as you wriggle from his grasp hesitantly.

“Go!” he laughs, “but come back soon to these waiting arms, won’t you?”

“Just try stopping me,” you wink.

Could I make a request for Gwilym please. Thought you might like a funny one with Gwilym and his wife in bed and the awkwardness of trying to continue a physical relationship with a baby bump.

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