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blueraineshadows · 3 months ago

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Devil's Snare

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

3.4k words NSFW 🔞 smut / bondage / slight tentacle kink vibe

This is a one-shot smut fic in collaboration with @newbienewness Her NSFW artwork has a censored version under the cut. Full version available on her Poipiku HERE

Despite the early afternoon hour, the skies were dark and heavy, the air thick with the impending promise of rain. MC looked up at the swollen clouds suspended above the Highland peaks and felt that frisson of expectation, the atmosphere heavy and full of anticipation, the pressure that always came before a storm. Adjusting her satchel on her shoulder, she turned back to see where Garreth had gotten to. She noticed the comforting sight of his copper hair, all tousled and in disarray, through the boughs of a bush. He was foraging for potion ingredients, humming a nonsensical tune as he carefully wrapped leaves in muslin and tucked them safely in his bag.

Smiling fondly, she brushed some loose strands of hair back into the twist at the back of her head and pursed her lips into a low whistle, the sound making Garreth turn expectantly.

“Maybe we should seek some shelter,” she suggested, pointing up towards the angry sky. “I think there is a storm incoming. Or, should we head back?”

Garreth squinted up at the darkening sky and nibbled thoughtfully at his lower lip. “We can’t go back yet, my angel cake,” he said, digging in his pocket to retrieve a crumpled piece of parchment, scanning his list of requirements he had scrawled hastily in ink earlier that morning. “We still need to find horklumps, and I could do with some more dittany, I’ve not gathered nearly enough considering the amount of healing potions I seem to make.”

He gave her a look through his lashes that brought a smirk to her lips, her hands planting themselves firmly on the curve of her waist as she looked at him. “I hope you aren’t suggesting I am accident prone, Weasley,” she huffed.

His grin was as infectious as ever as he tucked his list back into his pocket. “Darling, you are worse than me at stumbling across calamity,” he winked. “It’s one of the many things we have in common, including a rather wonderful habit of enjoying very inappropriate and addictive snogging.”

“Garreth…” she warned, her hands leaving her waist and lifting upwards as he strode purposefully towards her, a mischievous glint in his evergreen eyes.

“Mmm, yes please,” he murmured, his arms snaking about her waist and tugging her closer against his solid frame, his lips seeking out eager kisses along her jaw before claiming her mouth in a warm and lingering kiss.

Her giggles immediately melted into a soft sound of pleasure at the swell of languid bliss only he could conjure as the kiss deepened, the impending downpour above their heads momentarily forgotten as his hands roamed downwards to cup her hips. Apparently the slow, and steamy sex they had shared in bed first thing this morning had not been enough to temper the burn in Garreth, his hands urging her hips against him as he hummed in appreciation. Six months married, and the honeymoon period was still firmly in full swing.

Their feet scuffed through the long grass until MC felt the press of rough bark against her back, Garreth’s breathing becoming heavier and more heated as she threaded her fingers through the glorious tumble of his thick hair.

“Hmm, this isn’t finding your dittany, is it?” She murmured, her eyelids lowering as he mouthed along her throat with teasing lips.

“Dittany can wait, my love. I’ve caught the scent of a very different kind of foraging.” He smirked, his fingers dipping lower under the curve of her arse and pressing urgently into her soft flesh through her skirt. Her body responded eagerly, heat pooling with a swiftness that had her back arching wantonly. She could feel her resistance slipping away, the isolated wilderness of the Highlands and the blistering burn she had for her husband, making her willingly lose herself in the moment.

However, the distant rumble of thunder that cut across the goliath peaks surrounding them had other ideas about their lusty intentions. Glancing up at the ominous clouds, she clutched Garreth’s shoulders with a soft sigh.

“We need to get a move on, Garreth,” she warned. “If I remember correctly, there is a cave network up round the next bend in the path. We can shelter there.”

“And continue this rather enticing exploration?” He suggested, one eyebrow quirked salaciously as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers.

She huffed in amusement, cupping freckled cheeks in her hands and pecking him lightly on the lips. “How about we find those horklumps on your list?”

“And then nookie?”

Laughter bubbled up her throat as she looked at his eager face, her chest swelling with affection as she shook her head. “You are insatiable.”

“Can you blame me?” He grinned, squeezing the soft curves of her backside greedily.

“Come on,” she said, capturing his wrists and straightening away from the tree. “Let’s find that cave.”

Another louder roll of thunder echoed across the valley, and the first few drops of rain began to pepper the ground, splashing onto their cheeks as they began to hurry along the path. Flickers of sheet lightning lit up the sky, the birds that had been chirping in the trees falling silent as the atmosphere became loaded with tension, the very air they breathed thick with humidity and anticipation.

“Hurry,” Garreth said, catching hold of her hand, glancing up at the sky as larger splats of rain began to fall. “How far is this cave?”

“I’m sure it’s just round this bend,” MC said, running now, their feet thudding against the dirt path with renewed urgency.

Wishing she had worn a cloak, MC clutched Garreth’s hand as they ran, the sky finally bursting and releasing a torrent of huge raindrops that began to plaster their hair to their heads. The path inclined up the side of the peak, her calf muscles beginning to burn from effort as Garreth urged her on. The rain was so heavy it obscured the view across the valley, her vision blurry as rain ran down from her hair and into her eyes.

Ahead, to the side of the path, yawned the black maw of the cave entrance. A creeping vine grew over the rock, long boughs drooping across the entrance and swaying gently in the quickening breeze.

“Quick, inside!” She shouted, a huge crash of thunder sounding above their heads.

It had been a long time since she had explored the caves in this part of the valley, their plans to forage slightly further afield than usual in order to seek out a higher abundance of crop seemingly landing them with fresh adventure. With the weather chasing them into shelter, MC glanced around the gloom of the cave entrance as she wiped rain from her cheeks, praying to Merlin that they wouldn’t disturb a nest of giant spiders.

“Oh, look! Horklumps!” Garreth stepped further into the gloom, dripping rain water as he crouched down near a cluster, pulling out his wand and a glass bottle for the juice. Horklumps could be feisty if not handled correctly, but Garreth had a magic touch with them, easing them carefully from their resting place and extracting the juice with gentle but firm hands.

MC eyed the darkness that lay behind where Garreth was crouched, wary and uncertain of their safety. Drawing out her own wand, she moved carefully around him, lighting the Lumos spell to expose the rear of the cave. White light cast outwards in an orb that glowed brightly, revealing an incline tunnel that was seething with Devil’s Snare, its slick tendrils reflecting the light of her spell as it twisted and recoiled from the brightness.

“Careful, this place is full of Devil’s Snare,” she warned, leaning forward to peer down the tunnel. She lifted her wand to try and make the orb of light stretch further, gasping as a cold tentacle slithered against her arm. She flinched, losing her balance, and tumbled down into the coiling mass of the plant. Her wand flipped out of her grip and rolled down the incline, catching itself against a rock, the Devil’s Snare seeming to hiss as it recoiled from the flickering light.

“Garreth,” she cried, writhing against the twisting tentacles that began to immediately wrap themselves around her limbs.

Garreth got to his feet, hurrying forward with a look of alarm. “Don’t panic,” he instructed, holding his hands out towards her. “The light will keep it weak, you just need to relax and it should let you go. Deep breaths, sweetheart.”

She stared up at him, fighting back her flutter of panic as a chilled tentacle snaked up under her skirt. The cold caress of the plant against her thigh made her breath stutter slightly, a flush colouring her cheeks at the sensitivity it caused, her body already on edge and heated from her passionate kiss with Garreth under the tree. Her eyes fixated on the tentacle, wide and stunned as it wrapped around her thigh, the tip brushing against her underwear and drawing a surprised moan from her throat.

“What is it doing?” Garreth asked, his eyes scanning over her as she arched, writhing with a mixture of fear and shocked arousal. Her arms were pulled tight above her head as the greedy plant pulled her towards the tunnel wall, the leg wrapped snugly being pulled to one side and making her skirt ride dangerously upwards.

“Garreth,” she gasped, her mouth falling open as the plant seemed to sense the shift in her emotions. “What’s happening?”

The way it moved and curled around her body was almost sensual, the slick tendrils not hurting her, but rather caressing along her limbs and holding her just tight enough to prevent her escape, but not squeezing her to death as one would expect. Her heart hammered as she became suspended within its grasp, her limbs spread and pinned, her skirt bunched up at her waist to expose her high stockings and panties.

What shocked her just as deeply was the darkened look that had crept across Garreth’s face as he watched, transfixed as she was spread before him, bound and helpless and completely stunned at the turn of events. He visibly swallowed, his throat bobbing as his gaze lingered between her thighs.

“The plant…it’s…it’s touching you…” His voice was hoarse, uncertain, his eyes widening as the tentacle tip writhed right across her most intimate area.

A shocked moan left her, and she tried to look downwards, her arms reflexively pulling against her bonds as desire pooled in her stomach, but the plant subtly tightened and held her arms firm. This couldn’t be happening, and yet it was. Devil’s Snare was attempting to arouse her! A plant made for sin indeed.

“Is this normal?” She squeaked, another shocked sound leaving her throat as another tentacle began to slide up her other leg.

Garreth slowly shook his head, mouth parted. “I honestly don’t know…but it’s rather…arousing. In a shocking, but darkly erotic way.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

He was moving forward, his hand sliding up her shin towards her knee, his spread fingers cupping her knee cap in a way that sent tingles of fire straight to her core.

“What…what are you doing, Garreth?” Her leg twitched at the combined touch of his hand and the devilish plant. “You’ll get captured, too. Stop.”

“Oh, I think it’s a bit late for that,” he murmured, his fingers dancing lightly up over the tentacle to curl into the embarrassingly soaked cotton of her panties. “Mmm, you’re so wet, sweetheart.”

“Gods,” she moaned, her head tilting back as Garreth slid two fingers into her throbbing heat, her walls tightening in searing bliss despite the utter disbelief that shuddered down her spine. “That feels…mmph.”

The tentacles writhed and held firm, the cavern lit by the glow of her spell still held by her wand on the ground, holding back the rest of the plant that swayed eagerly in the shadows of the tunnel. Her mind spun in dizzying circles as Garreth pumped his fingers in a toe curling rhythm, the warmth of his closeness in direct comparison to the chilled slither of her bonds.

“You are breathtaking, darling,” he whispered, his emerald eyes glittering with dark desire.

Her sweet Garreth, so wholesome and warm, the truth of her heart, was kneeling on a cavern floor, pleasuring her whilst a deathly plant held her captive. None of this made sense, the madness of it all adding to the building anticipation as her body betrayed all manner of sense and reason. MC found her restraint fading back into the shadows as she allowed the sinful pleasure to consume her blood, every thump and pulse of her heart sending aching need flooding through her body, her hips rolling against Garreth’s hand as the plant caressed and pinned her to the rock face.

She had no control over any of it, not the plant, or her husband as his hot breath fanned across the twitching flesh of her inner thigh. His copper curls brushed along the incredibly sensitive skin as he bowed his head lower, a cry of dark pleasure echoing around the cave as his mouth began to devour her flooded entrance.

She stared up at the writhing darkness of the cave roof, her chest heaving with each rasping breath, her moans desperate and low as she longed to bury her hands into Garreth’s silken hair. He knew what she liked, and he gave it to her effortlessly, despite the lingering potential death that coiled and slithered around them both.

Cool tentacles slid up her sides and curled at her neck, her hair slipping from its elegant twist to tumble about her face and adding to the wanton abandon that shone on her face. The added danger was inexplicably arousing, adding an edge to her pleasure that she couldn’t fathom, her core tightening with delicious fire that rolled in languid waves, back and forth in a building rhythm.

She thought she should cry out a warning, she should stop Garreth before things become too out of hand, and yet, her hips rocked to his rhythm, the Devil’s Snare seeming to understand and provide just enough pressure that increased the building ache.

“Garreth!”

His name was a plea on her trembling lips, her chest and neck flushing with heat as a shockingly fierce climax began to rip through her, muscles tightening deliciously and her toes curling into graceful points like a prima ballerina. Her hands flexed into the darkness as the Devil’s Snare slithered soothing caresses along her limbs, coaxing the peak of her pleasure and prolonging the sweet agony as Garreth’s tongue swirled. Wave upon wave of fire rolled through her core, blistering under her skin and pulling muscles into pulsing tightness. The cry that left her echoed around the cavern, like a calling to whatever dark gods would listen.

Garreth lapped greedily, his tongue working her through the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced, savouring the essence of her release as he coaxed knowing fingers along her contracting walls. He moaned deeply, the low hum of it hot against her flesh, sending vibrations that echoed off the tingling aftershocks of her release.

“I can’t…” She whimpered, her head rolling to the side, her lungs expanding rapidly as she tried to breathe through the fire that consumed her. “Too much…”

“It’s okay,” Garreth soothed, pressing kisses along her thighs as he looked up at her flushed face, the sheen of sweat on her skin glistening in her wand light. “You are shaking, but I’m going to need you to try and stand. Don’t worry, I will catch you.”

Blinking wearily, she tried to focus on him with a frown. “What?”

“On my word,” he said carefully. “Be ready to grab hold of me. Alright?”

Garreth was holding his wand, his gaze wandering carefully over the tendrils of Devil’s Snare that still writhed along her trembling limbs. MC tried to grasp a sense of reality, her blood still singing and her pulse flickering with an intensity that made the cavern spin. Garreth soothed a hand up her trembling thigh, his touch and the look in his eyes beginning to ground her as he aimed his wand into the heart of the dark, writhing mass that held her bound to the rock face.

“Now! Lumos maxima!”

Blinding white light flooded the cave, the coiling mass of Devil’s Snare retracting violently with an audible hiss that sent shivers down MC’s spine. The tentacles holding her arms loosened immediately, releasing her from their grip, her upper body lurching forward so suddenly she gasped. Remembering vaguely what Garreth had said, she tried to reach out for him, her arms feeling like useless, weightless entities that missed him entirely. Her eyes were blinded by the sudden brightness, but she felt solid arms capture her as her legs were released from their cold bonds, her body wrapped into the comforting press of her husband’s embrace.

“I’ve got you,” he promised near her ear.

They were moving, cool air drifting across her flushed cheeks as she blinked, the cavern entrance swimming into view.

“Did that really just happen?” She croaked.

Garreth paused near the entrance of the cave, setting her down gently before sitting down against the rock face, gathering her into his arms and holding her with a reverent gentleness that was more in keeping with the man she had married, and not the darkly erotic master who had rendered her boneless back there. Meeting his gaze, she stared at the familiar lines of his face, the warm green of his eyes as she shivered and rubbed her hands over her the damp flesh of her forearms.

“I don’t know what came over me,” he said, biting his lip. “You were just…”

He shook his head, speechless.

“It was…sexy,” she admitted, blushing. “Dark…but sexy.”

He nodded, his eyes darkening once again as they travelled over her. “It really was.”

They stared at each other for a moment, the shock and disbelief evident on both their faces. The intensity of her pleasure had shaken her to the core, her soul rising up in an out of body experience that had shattered her mind and turned her insides into molten flame. How was it possible for a plant to invoke such power? There was no sense or reason to it, but the effects had left her trembling and in awe of the capabilities of her own desire. The intense intimacy of it all had her fingers clutching at her husband in an effort to ground herself.

“Don’t you dare tell Leander about this,” she warned, knowing Garreth told his best friend far too much as it was.

Garreth huffed a laugh, and shook his head. “He wouldn’t believe me, even if I did. No. I won’t be telling a soul about this. I can hardly believe it myself.”

Staring into the tunnel, she could see the soft glow of her wand illuminating the dark mass of writhing boughs of the plant, the twisting arms reaching up in undulating turns that seemed to be beckoning her back into their cold embrace. She shivered again, remembering the erotic allure of being bound and out of control. Her heart was beginning to return to a normal, steady beat, her body calming after the shock of that toe curling release. But, the memory of it lingered, a tantalising and erotic tease turning in her mind.

She slid her gaze back to Garreth, eyeing him curiously. “No more Devil’s Snare, but I wouldn’t be opposed to you tying me up like that and having your way with me. If you would so wish.”

His pretty eyes widened at her admission, that dark lust that made the green of eyes filter into the glow that came under forest canopies on summer days, his soft, damp lips parting as he considered her words.

“You still have the power to make me fall for you all over again. You know that, right?”

Her slow smile curved upwards, her eyes filled with the deepest bond of love she carried in her heart for him. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a fuck yes,” he said, tugging her forwards so he could kiss her full on the mouth with a groan.

Chuckling, she brushed back his hair and smiled against his mouth. “Then I suggest you go fetch my wand back, and get us out of here. Take me home and have your wicked way with me.”

“Yes, my lady,” he groaned softly, capturing her lips for another long and lingering kiss.

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blueraineshadows · 1 month ago

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Kinktober: Public/Voyeurism

Garreth Weasley x You

5.9k words. Tags: NSFW / smut / Public sexual activity / Modern AU / Alternative Garreth / Drummer Garreth / Dirty talk / Voyeurism / Smoking / Alcohol / Edging / Dominance kink / Piercing kink / Corset kink

Garreth AI image provided by @newbienewness much love 💜😘 This one is for you xx

As the car slowed to a stop outside the apartment building, you took out your phone and typed a quick text to let Garreth know you were outside. Leander fiddled with the climate control and glanced in the rear view mirror at you. “Are you warm enough?” He asked.

You met his honey-brown gaze in the mirror and smiled. “I’m fine, Lee.”

Andrew put the finishing touches to his hand rolled cigarette and held it up, turning in the front passenger seat to look at you. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”

You wrinkled your nose and shook your head. “No thanks. I thought you were quitting.”

“Next month,” he smirked, sticking the roll-up between his lips.

“That’s what you said last time,” you said, shaking your head.

Leander reached across from the driver seat and plucked the cigarette from Andrew’s lips. “Mate, not in the car. How many times?”

Andrew swiped his prize back with a smirk. “Sorry, mum.”

“I’m not your bloody mum,” Leander grumbled, smoothing his hand over the dashboard lovingly. “I just like to keep a clean car.”

Biting back a chuckle as the pair began to bicker in the front of Leander’s spotlessly clean car, you turned to look out the window and saw Garreth sauntering down the path towards you. His black jeans were slung low on his hips, his Doc Martin’s still untied. He wore a black Slipknot T-shirt with no jacket, exposing his drummer's arms covered in full sleeve tattoos on both sides.

Your lips twitched as you studied him. Scruffy as usual, his red hair a tumble of unruly waves about his ears and curling across his freckled forehead, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, he was the epitome of unhurried nonchalance. Not a lot fazed Garreth, and he seemed to drift through life with a smile, cracking jokes and causing mayhem in his wake.

You had known him since school, grown up with him, Leander, Andrew, and the rest of the gang. He’d always been a friend, a constant. His sparkling green eyes and cheeky smile meant the world to you. More than he realised, perhaps.

Pushing that train of thought aside, you shifted in your seat as he climbed into the backseat with you, dipping you a devilish wink as he reached around the front passenger seat to ruffle Andrew’s silken blonde hair.

“Since when do you get to ride shotgun, Larson?” He joked, chuckling as Andrew slapped his hand away. Unfazed, he made a fist and bumped it against Leander’s waiting fist. “How are we doing, lads? I’m ready for a few beers. I hope this band lives up to the hype tonight, I keep hearing good things about them.”

Leander put the car in gear and pulled away, heading towards town and the venue for tonight’s entertainment. Garreth snapped his seat belt into place, his eyes taking you in properly. He whistled, low and long. “Damn, you’re looking mighty fine this evening. Looking to pull?”

A blush stained your cheeks, and you lifted a hand to nervously touch against the lacy edge of the corset you’d worn. It was black and red silk, twinned with a flared black, lacy skirt and chunky boots with thigh-high socks. The corset pushed your breasts up into tempting curves, a silver pendant resting just above your cleavage on a silver chain. You had a black jacket with you, but for now, your skin was on show, displaying a shoulder tattoo and long, black lace, fingerless gloves.

“Maybe,” you replied, lifting your shoulder in a half shrug, secretly pleased he approved of the provocative get up. “I’m keeping my options open.”

His grin was sinful. “With those beauties on show, you’ll be spoilt for choice.”

You heard Leander’s sigh from the front, and just knew he was rolling his eyes. “Fuck sake, Gaz. Could you be any more obvious?”

Garreth smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Tell me you didn’t cop an eyeful yourself.”

Your gaze lifted to the rearview and Leander gave you a quick glance, his cheeks flushing. You reached forward to pat his shoulder. “Ignore him, Lee. If I didn’t want people looking at them, I wouldn’t make a show of what I’ve got. You’re all good.”

Used to their banter, and quite often giving as good as you got, you settled back in your seat with a smirk.

“Hey, I want good boy pats,” Garreth pouted, giving you puppy eyes.

“Pfft, that would mean you behaving for once,” you scoffed, throwing him a look. You gestured to his feet. “You could start by tying your shoelaces. Such a scruff.”

He wrinkled his nose in an impish way that honestly shouldn’t be that cute, and poked out his tongue at you, offering a glimpse of the black stud pierced through it. He had a black bar in his eyebrow, several piercings in his ears, and beneath his black T-shirt you knew there was one through his nipple.

“I’ll bite that damn tongue off one of these days,” you warned, snapping your teeth at him.

“I dare you,” he said quietly, rolling his tongue suggestively, his top lip toying with the stud. Your gaze dropped to the movement, a stirring feeling simmering to life low down in your belly, reminding you of when he first got that piercing. You’d been curious about it, and one night he’d given you a taste of how it would feel to kiss with a stud.

A one-off you’d both called it, just a little experiment. It was ages ago. But, you still thought about it, especially when he teased you like this.

“Behave,” you said, slapping his knee, ignoring the way your skin seemed to flush all over, turning your head to face forward as you tried to think of something else, anything else.

His chuckle was dangerous as he settled back into his seat, lifting one foot up to begin tying his laces. “Are we picking Poppet up, too?”

“Meeting her there,” Leander said, keeping his eyes on the road. “I did offer, but she said she was running late.”

Poppy was the other girl in your circle, and your best friend. Garreth had been calling her Poppet for years, claiming she was small enough to fit in a pocket. Pocket Poppet. She may be small, but she was feisty and full of life, and had no trouble keeping these heathens in line. It made her the ideal person to manage their band, ensuring they were where they needed to be, and making sure they got the best gigs. She had been running their affairs for almost two years now, and they were steadily growing in popularity and fame. Soon, you feared that nights out like this would begin to change, no longer being able to be in public without them being recognised. It had already started in small doses locally.

As Leander pulled into the car park, Garreth was already unbuckling his seat belt, grinning as he spotted their frontman, Sebastian, sitting on a low wall on his phone. They stuck their middle fingers up at each other in greeting, Sebastian’s grin matching Garreth’s.

Climbing out of the car, you felt the flutter of excitement in your tummy, anticipating time spent with your friends seeing a local band. Life kept getting in the way, and you cherished these get-togethers. It was just what you needed.

…*…

The press of bodies surged towards the wall of sound inside the venue, beams of light cutting through the darkness and highlighting the sweaty faces of the crowd as the band delivered. They were good. Really good. Clean vocals mixed with edgy screams, all packaged in tight drumming and filthy guitar riffs.

You had managed to get down near the front, Poppy’s head bouncing up and down at the barrier in front of you. Andrew was on one side, Sebastian on the other, with Leander and Garreth behind you. The lads had been recognised by a few people in the crowd. They had played here themselves on many occasions, and the regulars greeted them warmly.

Two enthusiastic lads behind were jumping around, a pit forming. You were buzzing, sweat trickling at the back of your neck, a smile on your face. As the pit began to erupt, you felt an arm slide about your waist, holding you steady as the chaos whirled behind you. Tilting your head back, Garreth’s smile shone down on you, his lips grazing your temple. You didn’t necessarily need his help. You loved a good pit rumble, but you let his hand remain against your abdomen anyway.

The grind of the guitars assaulted your ears as your body swayed, your back rubbing closely against Garreth’s chest. You tried not to think about his hand splayed against the front of your corset, or the way his fingers were dragging across the silk and lace, not to mention the heat of his breaths against the sweat on your neck. Suddenly, the music didn’t seem to fill you as much as it had been, every sense tuning in to him instead.

Your eyes darted to each of your friends, all of them bouncing and shifting to the music, their focus on the stage and keeping their feet, none of them were watching you melt into Garreth’s hold. Had you pressed back further, your shape moulded to his? It really shouldn’t feel this good, but it did. Your arms were raised, hand bouncing to the filthy riff line. You gave a roll of your hips, the curve of your ass rubbing against the front of Garreth’s jeans. It was really bloody loud in the venue, but you still heard the hitch in his breath, felt it against the sensitive skin below your ear.

A simmering burn coiled up through you, making you bite your lip as you dared to shift your hips again. His grip curled tighter against the corset, his other hand cupping your hip as he pressed even closer into you, your own lungs constricting as his nose brushed up against your jaw. Your eyes fluttered to stare up at the arched ceiling, a criss cross of coloured beams strobing over it as your body undulated with his.

The corset suddenly felt too tight, restrictive, your breasts heaving above it as you felt the undeniable press of a hard-on against your arse. Alcohol, adrenaline, and pure desire lit your veins, giving you the audacity to rub suggestively against that swelling length, and you were rewarded with a filthy groan into your ear.

Gulping at the sheer sin of it, you side-eyed Andrew, but he wasn’t looking. Seb was fully focused on the band, his arm reaching to grasp the barrier whilst shielding Poppy from the surging press behind you all. You couldn’t see Leander. What if he was watching you? Noticing the way Garreth was pressing his pelvis tightly against you, how dangerously close his mouth was to your neck.

“Wanna play?” Garreth breathed into your ear, his fingers dragging lazy circles over your hip.

Heat pulsed outwards from your core, your mind scrambling. Oh, but you did want to play. So bad. It was risky, though. He was one of your best friends, you could be seen by your other mates and the press of people around you. What if it fucked things up between you?

“People can see us,” you pointed out, turning your head so he could hear you. That was a dangerous move, though. Your mouth hovered near his, your eyes clashing with blazing green. He ran his tongue stud over his top lip, slowly. The git knew what he was doing and grinned, his fingers grasping your jaw to turn your head back towards the stage. Your heart pounded in your throat.

“Focus on the stage, act normal,” he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. You shivered, but did as he asked. His fingers dragged down from your jaw, across your throat and over your shoulder, drawing goosebumps in a shuddering wave over your flesh. “Nod if you want to play.”

Heart hammering behind your ribs, blood thrumming with madness, you nodded.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Fuck!

Breathless, you moved with the crowd, Garreth holding you close even though you arched willingly against him. Every long, lingering look that had passed between you, every flirty comment, every teasing and daring touch, the weight of suggestion that hung between you both, it had all led to this.

“I love this corset,” he murmured into your ear, fingers tracing at your waist. “So fucking sexy.”

You fought to keep your attention on the lead singer as Garreth’s hand slid to the small of your back. You felt his fingers hook up under the laces of the corset, and a flare of panic shot through you. Was he going to loosen them? You pressed your hand to your breasts, breathing hard.

“It’s killing me,” he moaned, and he tugged playfully on the bindings. “I want to fuck you in this. Say you’ll let me.”

Gasping you turned your head, almost crying out as his fingers pressed to your jaw and turned you back. “Focus, sweetheart,” he warned, pressing his hips into you, his dick nudging eagerly. He risked a quick peck of his lips near your ear. “Be good for me.”

Grasping your silver pendant because you needed to cling to something, you bit your lip and squirmed, the need for friction burning a blazing trail between your thighs. The very idea of him fucking you whilst wearing the corset had you trembling, thighs clenching with aching anticipation.

His hips flexed into you, his hand sliding down your hip until you felt his fingertips graze against your outer thigh. The skirt was short, lacy, and flared, your bare flesh on show above the lace topped, long socks you wore. His breath ghosted your neck, your pulse thundering in response.

“Nod for yes, shake for no,” he instructed into your ear. “And if you wanna stop at any point, three taps on my arm or leg. Okay?”

You could barely breathe, eyes wide as you strained to keep them fixed on the stage and not turn to look at him. This dominance was seriously hot, a side of him that intrigued you, made you ache something fierce.

His fingers slid around your thigh and up under the skirt to deliver a playful pinch to the curve of your arse. “Answer me, sweetheart. I can't hear you in here. Show me you understand.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, jumping at the pinch, certain he was going to melt your brains. You nodded quickly, showing him you understood. It was the ‘three taps to stop’ command that had sent you spiralling. What was he planning to do!?

“Good girl,” he praised into your ear, making your eyes briefly close at the exquisite throb of need it drew from you. “So, now we play. Later, you’re going to let me fuck you in this corset, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding obediently.

He hummed near your ear. “I’d do it now if I could get away with it.”

He would, what!?

You swallowed hard, legs shaking, your bodies still moving to a rhythm. The crowd surged, and you had to brace your hands against Sebastian’s back. His T-shirt was soaked with sweat. The heat of the venue compounded with the chaos of the crowd, the very air seeming to crackle with electric charge. Or, maybe that was Garreth’s wandering hands and filthy mouth. Either way, you were slowly losing it as he rubbed his dick against you in deliberate strokes, enticing you, a daring promise for later.

Leander leaned over you both, sweat beading his freckled forehead. “Bloody hell, you two need to get a room,” he hissed.

Garreth chuckled. “You could lend us your car keys,” he suggested.

Leander screwed his face up. “Fuck off. You’re not getting cum stains all over my seats.”

Garreth burst into laughter, the sound rumbling through his chest and into your back. “Guess you gotta keep acting innocent, sweetheart,” he said, loosening his grip slightly as the song ended and the crowd cheered.

The band took a moment to chug water, the front man thanking the crowd. You stood there, oddly bereft as Garreth put a slither of space between you whilst he chatted with Andrew and Leander. Poppy glanced back with a grin, her face flushed. You managed a smile, certain your blown out eyes and burning skin would give you away, but she didn’t say anything. The crowd surrounded you with no clue how your blood burned for the man behind you, his murmured words and roaming hands igniting something wicked deep inside you that needed release.

As a chord rang out from the lead guitar, the crowd called out expectantly, Sebastian sticking his fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly. Yes, start playing, you silently begged. Get the crowd’s focus back so Garreth can put his hands on you again.

Oh, you had it bad. You were done for, worries be damned, you craved him.

“You want a beer?” Andrew asked, placing a gentle hand on your arm. You turned and declined despite feeling thirsty, your gaze catching Garreth’s as he stared your way.

His green eyes had darkened, his gaze loaded with all the promise he had poured into your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, tucking your hair behind your ear as the band erupted into a fresh wall of sound. The light show dipped and flashed, throwing colours across Garreth’s face as he manoeuvred himself back behind you. You shivered as his hands came down on your shoulders, turning you forward, his thumbs rubbing circles into your taut muscles.

“Relax,” he said into your ear, his hands sliding down your arms. You took a deep breath that exhaled as a quiet moan when you felt the soft tease of his tongue at the nape of your neck. Oh, God…the tongue stud…

The crowd surged and his arm encircled your waist, pulling you in tight. His warmth pressed against your back, and you both began to move to the music. He had a good rhythm. Essential for a drummer, but his body encapsulated it, making your imagination spin out with intriguing ideas. Doing as he asked, you relaxed, rolling your hips until you could feel that promising bulge pressing firmly against you.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nodded, and he pressed a slow kiss to your neck, dragging his mouth higher and leaving a trail of hot breath in his wake, before curling his tongue around your earlobe. How could people not realise what he was doing to you? Your gaze darted about, but people really weren’t paying you any mind. You practically panted out each breath, your senses honed in what Garreth was doing to you, his hand drifting down to the hem of your skirt.

“Stay focused on the band, darling,” he urged, his voice hoarse now as he continued to grind sensually against your arse. His fingers grazed the skin of your thigh along the hem of your skirt. “Look at the drummer. Watch his hands.”

Watch his hands? Was he kidding? How could you concentrate on those when his own hand was snaking up under the hem of your skirt?

You touched your fingers to your forehead, your cheek, your skin burning. Maybe you should have accepted Andrew’s offer of a beer if only to press the cool cup to your face.

“Mmm, so soft,” Garreth groaned, his caress sweeping under the curve of your arse cheek and squeezing reverently.

Heart pounding, your feet shuffled as the crowd pressed forward again, Garreth steadying you with one hand whilst the other slid between your thighs from behind. Your gasp was shockingly loud, but lost to the deafening roar of the space, your pelvis flexing shamelessly against his hand as he rubbed it against the drenched cotton of your knickers.

“Bloody hell, I need to get in there,” he growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

“Garreth,” you whined, eyes blown wide as you both staggered.

Instinctively, you grabbed and found Leander’s arm to steady yourself, fingers clutching at the freckled flesh of his forearm. He turned to look, his eyes lifting to meet your flushed face whilst Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck. You flushed a deeper red but lifted your hand to press a finger to your lips, your eyes pleading.

“Fucking heathens,” Leander said, shaking his head. He moved closer, bending to speak into your ear. “Really? In front of all these people?”

His eyes met yours again, so close this time. The heightened pleasure gained from the risk was new, but very powerful. It even aroused you to know that Leander was fully aware of what you were doing. You could see it in his eyes, and it made your desire throb harder.

“Should’ve given us the car keys,” Garreth said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Cocky shit. His hand was still between your thighs and he thumbed along your knickers, almost making you choke as you stared at Leander.

“Can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Leander said, pushing his hand through his copper hair. “Stand behind me. Use me as a shield, but for fuck sake, Garreth, keep your dick in your pants.”

You stared at Leander, heart thumping. This was a bit different to letting him have a cheeky ogle at your chest. This was practically voyeurism. He met your eyes, a slight flush staining his cheeks. Garreth pinched your arse again, and you mentally shook yourself, nodding up at the tall red head. He nodded back and turned around.

Leander was a very tall bloke, not the kind you wanted to get stuck behind at a gig, but you were grateful to be pressed up against his back right then. The pit was chaos behind you, Garreth’s fingers biting into your waist as you stumbled. You grabbed hold of Leander’s t-shirt, your face level with his shoulder blades. Pitched forwards suddenly, you found yourself pressed firmly up against his back, trapped between the two men.

“Nice, a ginger sandwich,” Garreth chuckled into your ear. “Don’t get any ideas, though, darling. You’re all mine.”

Fuck knows what Leander must have been thinking, but any thoughts you may have had on the matter were obliterated when Garreth’s fingers found their way under your knickers and pressed against your entrance. Your breathless moan was smothered against Leander’s back, your hips tilting to give Garreth easier access and he did not disappoint. You were so ready for him that two of his fingers slid deep. You heard Garreth swear, his fingers pumping into you, your own fingers curled like claws into the side of Leander’s T-shirt.

You should have been mortified, embarrassed, but you weren’t. Aroused beyond belief, you had to resist the urge to bite Leander, Garreth slowly driving you towards the edge of oblivion as he began to circle in search of your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked as he hit it, drawing another moan from you. Your eyes rolled, your cheek pressed against Leander’s back. You could feel his quickened breaths and you knew this was affecting him.

Leander was your friend, too, and he really didn’t have to do this. Feeling the need to connect somehow, perhaps as a thank you, or maybe just to reassure him that you really were okay with this, your hand slid downwards, seeking out his hand. When you found it, you gripped it, and he linked his fingers with yours.

Garreth nuzzled into your neck, lips and teeth taking what he wanted, rutting shamelessly against you as he chased your release. “Look at you, my dirty girl,” Garreth groaned. “Are you going to cum?”

You nodded weakly, certain he had complete control over you at this point, your knees trembling as you felt the familiar tightening at your core. Then you were whining in protest as his hand suddenly slipped free. The crowd had shifted again, and the three of you staggered as one. The song was ending, and you were dangling by a trembling thread, the blistering ache between your thighs begging for mercy. Garreth was smoothing down your skirt, your back sticky with sweat that felt chilled with his absence. You weren’t ready to stop yet. Your orgasm had been so damn close.

This was the most torturous form of edging ever.

Sucking in your breaths, you let Leander’s hand go. He glanced back at you and you managed a shaky smile. You couldn't take much more of this. “Be right back,” you said.

Turning to Garreth, you hooked a finger into the belt loop of his jeans and pressed your mouth to his ear, his wild hair tickling your flushed face. “Get me out of here, Garreth, and finish what you started.”

His wicked grin added a fresh wave to the fire burning in your blood, and then you were being dragged through the press of the crowd, muttering apologies in your wake. Through a side door, and down a corridor, Garreth led you by the hand. Smirking over his shoulder he gave your fingers a squeeze. “You alright, gorgeous? You’re looking a bit flushed, there.”

“I wonder why,” you drawled, glancing up at a sign above a door that said ‘crew only’. Garreth opened it. “What are you doing?” You hissed, halting him in his tracks.

He merely grinned and tapped the side of his nose. “Don’t worry, I know most of the guys that work here. I intend on getting you very much alone and all to myself. You still wanna play with me?”

Oh, his eyes were going to be the end of you.

Pulse racing, you glanced back down the corridor, the heavy thrum of the gig still rocking through the walls. Nodding, you followed him through the door. “Let’s fuck,” you smirked.

With nothing to stop you now, your hands and mouth became greedy. Sequestered in a random room, the door firmly closed, you let Garreth slam you against the wall. Face to face this time, you could freely push your hands into his hair, gripping the wavy strands as he claimed your mouth. At the first silky slide of his tongue, you moaned at the drag of his piercing, flicking the tip of your tongue to toy with it. He chuckled against your mouth, his hands already under your skirt and pushing it up so he could grasp your hips.

“You like my tongue stud, don’t you?” He murmured, delicately dragging it backwards against your top lip. His eyes burned into yours. “Imagine what I can do with it down here…”

He rubbed his fingers against your heat, watching you intently, reawakening your slumbering need to come with measured strokes.

“Mmm, imagine that,” you sighed, grinding yourself against his hand.

“So greedy,” he groaned, hooking his fingers under the fabric of your knickers and dragging them down over your hips. His mouth sucked at the soft swell of your breasts pushing up out of the corset. “I love these,” he mumbled against your flesh, cupping a hand to one, his thumb circling in languid strokes.

“You can remove the corset, get a proper taste,” you suggested.

He smiled, humming thoughtfully as he pressed slow kisses up towards your neck. “No, the corset stays on. For now, at least.”

“For now?”

“Oh, you’re coming home with me, love,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. His thumb grazed your jaw. “I plan on fucking you into my mattress until you can barely walk. I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on you, and I’m going to savour every minute.”

Biting your lip, you studied his face. A face you knew so well, but the way he was looking at you right now made you weak at the knees. “You’ve waited a long time?”

He unfastened his jeans, pressed your thighs apart, and sucked at your lower lip with a groan. “Always wanted you. Couldn’t be sure you felt the same.”

Your heart thumped and skipped, your grip on him subtly tightening. “I do,” you admitted.

His slow smile did things to you, hot, burning things. He lifted you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt the nudge of his hard dick slide against your thigh.

“Remember the rules, darling,” he said against your mouth, teasing your lips with kisses as he palmed over the lace tops of your high socks. “Want to stop? Use your words, and if you can’t, tap me out. Like this.”

He tapped his fingers three times against your outer thigh. Your hands were under his T-shirt, mapping the hard lines of his body and exploring the softness of his tummy, but you remembered to nod your understanding like the good girl you were. His teeth nipped your lip. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, fingers seeking out his nipple piercing and tugging gently. His forehead pressed against yours and he groaned, his hips seeking you out. With a guiding hand, he pressed inwards, his thick tip stretching you with delicious slowness. Buried to the hilt, he leaned back and looked down, grinding in as far as he could get himself. “Look at that, a perfect fit,” he smirked.

As chaotic and carefree as Garreth blazed through life, he fucked with consistency and concentrated effort. You clung to his shoulders, your back scraping against the dingy wall as he pounded into you with a punishing rhythm. You remembered how he had moved against you in the pit, the promise of it. The reality had your fingernails biting into his flesh, his grip on your hips and thighs almost bruising. In the quiet of the back room, the sound of it was elicit, he was so vocal. His breathless groans were hot against your neck, not to mention the whispered filth he poured into your ears, praising you for being a good girl one moment, degrading you the next.

It made you tighten with exquisite heat, your back arching as your hips greedily met his. Pushing up his T-shirt to expose his torso, you raked fingers down his freckled skin, thoughts and reason scattering like leaves on the wind.

He slowed, rolling his hips, his breathing deep and measured. Reaching down between you both, he pressed his thumb against your slick folds, angling himself so that as he thrust in, he could rub against you. Tight little circles had you squirming, so full of him and stimulated, your lungs worked over time.

“Want you to cum on my dick,” he breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He slid his dick further out, wrapping his hand around it, teasing you with tip thrusts whilst his thumb worked on you.

“Oh…fuuuck.” Your head spun, heat pooling thick and fast as you slapped a hand against the wall.

“Just wait till I get you home, darling.” His thrusts were timed perfectly with his thumb, driving a rhythm that had your thighs quaking.

“Garreth…” His name escaped as a breathless whine as you began to slip into a haze of abandonment.

“Gonna use my tongue on you.” He curled said tongue into your mouth, caressing yours with his piercing, his drummers rhythm keeping everything in perfect time. “Gonna rub it over your needy clit, and fuck it into your cunt. Like this.”

His hoarse words had you uttering a filthy moan as he fucked his tongue into your mouth, his pace quickening between your thighs. You felt the wave of an orgasm cresting, your hips bucking with need. Your mouths were a tangled, breathless mess. The distant thrum of the gig in the background felt like light years away, so lost you were in this steamy sex bubble with him.

White spots danced behind your eyelids as you came hard, moaning his name as he thrust deeper into you, wanting to feel how you tightened around him. He fucked you through it, his mouth tasting the sweat on your throat. You felt his urgency in his movement, your eyes blinking through the daze, your limbs languid as he buried deep with a filthy moan. He pressed his palm to your lower abdomen, his eyes glazing over, his dick pulsing hot spurts of cum into you.

“Feel that?” He rasped, grinding even deeper. “Uhh, fuck yes. Mine…so full of me.”

He pulled you in close, his hands caressing you all over in long soothing strokes, his kisses softer and more gentle. The look in his eyes had shifted from hungry and feral, to a Garreth you were more familiar with. The ache inside had subsided, but something equally as warm was unfurling, making you smile up at him.

“We have definitely crossed a line now,” you murmured, playing with his hair. “I don’t know if this one will be as easily shrugged off as the kiss we had before.”

“What if I don’t want to shrug this one off? Like I said, I want you in my bed tonight. I’m not done,” he said, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. His eyes had a hint of pleading to them, a vulnerability that made your tummy twist pleasantly. “Say you feel the same.”

Your gaze dipped to his mouth, your thumb sliding over his lower lip and inwards, seeking out his piercing. It turned you on, fascinated you. “It is tempting. Especially what you promised to do with this.”

His chuckle was filthy and he swirled his tongue over your thumb, sucking it further into his mouth with a groan. He was so sexy, making your body feel alive with how he looked at you.

“Do we have to go back to the others?” You sighed.

“Lee is our ride home,” he said. His hand slid over your hip, gliding between your thighs so he could swipe his thumb against you, making you gasp at the sensitivity. He smirked, his eyes devilish. “Plus, I get to sit there knowing you're leaking my spunk all over his spotless seats.”

“Garreth,” you scolded, slapping his arm. His answering chuckle was wicked. “Poor Lee. I can’t believe he used himself as a shield for us.”

“For you, you mean. He will be getting off on you moaning into his back for weeks. Trust me,” he smirked.

You blushed as you straightened your skirt, remembering the intensity of almost reaching an orgasm in the middle of a crowd. You eyed Garreth as he fastened his jeans, his waves of ginger hair falling across his freckled face.

“What about you? Will you be getting off over that little public display out there? You were rock solid against my arse.”

He grinned, swiping his hair back before wrapping an arm around you. “I had a little help with that. You were rubbing that damn fine arse against me for a start, and as for these…”

He hooked a finger into the tops of your high socks and bit his lip, snapping them back against your thigh. “And this…”

He smoothed his hand up over the silk and lace off your corset, palming against a breast. He groaned and kissed your mouth, an edge of that heated hunger returning as you paused near the door.

No, this definitely couldn’t be swept aside and forgotten. It wasn’t over. If anything, it was merely just beginning.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #HL kinktober #blueraineshadows

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