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kenneth-omega · 6 years ago

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Tattoo **Gwilym Lee**

Prompt was from @wlwprompts

“The name of your soulmate appears on your body only after that person falls in love with you.”

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, y’all I’m not gonna lie there’s some big ass smut in this, light spanking (??)

Word count: +7.6K

A/N: Also this gif kills me, just that fuckin’ little smug smile

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The intrusive buzz of your intercom had you running out of your bedroom frantically, still trying to fasten the back of your earring as you searched for your little clutch purse that you'd chucked somewhere, after having picked it out for the evening.

It was party time.

The Bo Rhap boys were no doubt waiting with anticipation for you to make an appearance, wanting to get to the first club they had planned on this surely eventful night out. It was supposed to be in celebration of two things.

The film had won a Golden Globe Award for Best Film Drama, with your beloved friend Rami also taking home the award for Best Drama Actor.

You'd become fast friends with the guys, having initially gotten a small part in the film itself and then getting to meet everyone later through Rami, who you had been ecstatic to find out was playing the lead. You were long-time friends and it was a nice surprise to be reunited on set.

Tonight was also something else special to you. Perhaps it would be THE night. The night you finally found your soulmate.

As cringe as it seemed, the old tale and seemingly mysterious tradition was neither explainable through science or religion. It had just always been there. Passing down through the generations.

The name of your soulmate, the one you were destined to spend your life with, would appear on your body. But there was a catch.

It would only reveal itself when the destined soulmate eventually fell in love with you.

That made it difficult and confusing for some, and many people in this day and age decided to not actively seek them out, often fooling around with whomever they pleased, a mutual agreement between them that they weren't there for soulmates, just for some fun.

Back in the olden days, there were parties and balls held for people to come and meet others who weren't bonded. Many attended of their own accord, a lot of families would force it on their descendants to go, in order to secure the continuation of their bloodline.

It was much simpler now, and with all the dating apps it made it incredibly easier. There was even dating shows about it, not to mention the countless films that had been made.

You had always liked the idea of one person for everyone, although it scared you. You were putting your trust in some unseeable force to choose someone that would apparently be your partner for life. But you also knew that they wouldn't be your soulmate if they weren't perfect for you.

As with many night's out, you always had the niggling thought in the back of your head. Whenever you met someone new, it was the first thing on your mind.

It was almost obsessive.

The buzzer was obviously being held down, no doubt by your idiotic friends, as it continued its impatient drone.

You clicked the little button that would let you speak to whoever was outside the building pushing your flat number's buzzer.

"I'll be there in a minute!" You sighed, finally getting the damn earring securely fastened in your ear lobe. You spotted your satin, ruby-red clutch on the little counter under your hallway mirror. Picking it up, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, smoothing out the dress.

A cute little number, if you did say so yourself. It was a brilliant shade of red, almost matching with your little purse, and was nice and figure-hugging. The thin strap that held it up was tied at the back of your neck, the dipping line in front showing off your assets. You had the confidence, and you sure as hell could pull it off, so why not wear it?

The heels you had to match were satin and open-toed, finishing off the look.

You hadn't really known what to do with your hair, and had just decided to keep it in a messy up-do. At least then it was neatly pinned away, out of your face.

The buzzing began again, and you swore colourfully, leaving the flat and making sure it was secure, before heading down in the lift.

Outside your apartment complex, stood four familiar-looking blokes.

You noticed Ben at first, him being the culprit of the incessant buzzer-ringing. He had a tight, sculpted black shirt on, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, flashing a nice, sparkly watch on his wrist. He'd paired it with denim jeans and some chunky biker boots. Upon spotting you and the death glare you were giving him, he took his finger off the button pretty sharpish.

Joe was stood beside him in black trousers, a white, short-sleeved shirt and loosely fastened black tie. The shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and the tie was more a fashion accessory than an actual dress tie. You thought it gave his outfit a little bit more formality to it, and he looked dapper as ever.

Rami was in deep conversation with Joe, wearing a black denim jacket and white t-shirt, with some black jeans and some leather ankle boots. They were slick and chic, unlike Ben's clunky, rocker-style boots.

Finally, listening to Rami and Joe talk, stood between them both, was Gwilym.

He'd always been a lovely, if not slightly shy person towards you, often going rather quiet whenever you joined them for lunch during filming. He was never unkind though, and you had to admit you did like the conversations you two had during any scenes where neither of you were required. You'd stand off to the side and watch, mumbling quietly to each other whenever there was a break in filming.

He had a thin, long-sleeve jumper on, and some matching black trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. To finish off his ensemble, he wore a suede pair of black brogues. He had his arms folded as he rocked back and forth on his heels, listening intently to Rami speaking, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He'd shaved his little beard that he had initially been growing out after filming had finished, now only leaving some light stubble.

The way his arms folded only seem to accentuate his broad shoulders and the fact that his jumper fit him well.

As you stepped outside, you cleared your throat, only Ben having noticed you at first. He took no shame in looking you up and down, appreciating your obvious eye for fashion. You and Ben had spent quite a few hours talking about clothes before and your love of certain brands. You just both really appreciated fashion and couture.

The other three men stopped mid-conversation when they heard you cough lightly. Joe instantly had a smile spread on his face, no doubt happy that you had finally joined them. He was your singing buddy and the two of you had often been told off for belting out songs on set, usually it was to the Queen songs being played.

Rami went in for a hug instantly, greeting you with the same familiarity he always had done since you'd been friends. As he pulled away, you glanced down at his wrist, noticing the little block letters that would forever be permanent on his skin.

LUCY

You couldn't help but smile, thinking of your other co-star who unfortunately was going to be absent from tonight's party. You loved Lucy, and when you had found out that Rami and Lucy were dating, and both wound up discovering each other's names on their body, you had been thrilled.

"Looking sharp." Joe remarked, shooting you the finger guns, which you returned, making the little gun noises.

"Thanks Mozzarella." You quipped, earning an eye-roll from Joe and a snicker from Ben.

"You're such a prick, stop using that nickname!" Joe complained, and then thumped his friend in the shoulder as he continued to laugh. Rami was trying to usher us all to the black taxi cab that was waiting for us, telling Joe and Ben to either behave themselves or take it to the dance floor. This then sparked an argument about which of them could dance the best, to which Rami sighed. You were trying to climb inside the taxi, and wobbled slightly in your heels.

A hand reached out and gripped your upper arm, steadying you and preventing you from falling backwards. It was a warm, strong hand and when you looked over your shoulder you saw it belonged to Gwilym. He raised his eyebrows in that typical fashion you had seen him do countless times on set and off.

"You alright?" He asked. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, continuing to climb into the back of the taxi.

"It's these damn heels, but thank you Gwil." You were grateful for his help, scooting over to sit in the middle so that he could follow suit and sit beside you, pulling the door shut. Rami was sat opposite you, with Ben beside him. Joe was on your left and Gwilym to your right. The taxi set off to the nightclub that you knew was of Ben's choosing, with him having organised the majority of this night.

The conversation in the vehicle turned to alcohol, as Ben wanted to know what everyone planned on drinking tonight. Rami went for the simplest option of beer, as did Gwil, to which Ben called them boring. Joe was going to go straight for the vodka, which you grimaced at, because you knew that would eventually result in him getting you to join in. He was a terribly bad influence on you, and the two of you probably shouldn't be allowed out together, however you had to admit that there was never a dull moment with Joe.

Part of you wondered for a moment, as you looked across from him, if there were any possibility of him being the name that would eventually appear on your skin. You shuddered, making Gwil startle slightly beside you.

You loved Joe, but not like that, and you knew that you two would never be soulmates. It was just too weird.

You couldn't ponder any more on the subject though, as the taxi slowed down to a halt, the faint thumping of a bass-fuelled song creeping through the small crack in the taxi driver's window. Rami slipped him the money through the Perspex window as everyone got out and stood on the pavement.

Getting out had been just as much of a feat as getting in the cab, and Gwil had kindly offered a hand out for you to hold. Even after you'd gotten out, you held his hand just a little longer, savouring the warmth that came from it. It wasn't until Ben told you two that you looked like a couple that you both split apart. Your heart thumped wildly as you followed your friends into the club, wondering if that burning sensation in the back of your head was Gwilym's eyes looking at you.

When you looked over your shoulder at him, you saw he was smiling at you, unashamed at the fact that he had already been staring and you had caught him. His smile was sweet and lopsided, just the one corner twisting up. You couldn't help but smile back.

Inside the club it was naturally loud, that bass line that you had heard from outside now amplified significantly. It shook your entire body, your bones thrumming along as it rocked you to your core. It was infectious, even if the song was unfamiliar to you, it made you want to sway and get dancing already.

Joe noticed you were tapping your foot and swaying slightly, and a big grin spread on his face.

"Come on! Rami can order our drinks, but you and I are gonna dance!" Joe yelled over the music, grabbing your hand and pulling you straight towards the throng of people on the wooden dance floor.

It was hot, and sweaty, but you felt okay in your dress as it was showing rather a lot of skin, so you weren't nearly as hot as the rest of the crowd. A song that you actually recognised came on, and you were able to sway your hips to the beat, holding Joe's hands as he bumped his hips too and shuffled his feet.

Neither of you were drunk yet and so the fun wasn't anywhere near started, but you couldn't deny that you still were laughing and giggling as though you had already sunk three vodka and cokes.

When the song had finished, that was when the rest of the gang joined you both, having gotten your drinks and one for themselves. You noted the smell coming from your clear, bubbly drink. Vodka. Oh Rami, you bad boy.

"Well, here's to Bohemian Rhapsody and our dear Rami, and their well-deserved win at the Golden Globes!" You cheered, holding your drink up, the rest following suit and clinking them all above your heads. You all took a hefty drink from your beverages, and you savoured the sweet lemonade that nearly managed to mask the strong liquor. Was this a double?

"Right, I want to get absolutely wankered, so let's not waste any time!" Ben crowed, downing the majority of his drink which was no doubt a Jack Daniel's and Coke. His favoured tipple.

"Easy Hard-ON." Joe snickered, although he too had already necked half his drink. He'd taken to referring to his friend by the highly-inappropriate, yet hilarious name he had come up with. Ben stuck up his middle finger as he retreated to the bar, but gave Joe a cheeky wink that proved he was only playing.

The next song came on, and Rami jumped up and down excitedly, begging you to dance with him. Gwil, with his beer in hand, was swaying gently, obviously not familiar with the song. Joe was getting up in his face, already feeling the effects of the vodka, and Gwil was struggling to keep a straight face. You decided to let him deal with Joe for a little while, taking Rami's hand and letting him spin you around.

You had a good time jumping and shaking your ass with Rami, perhaps some of his Freddie persona shining through, as he became overtly more sassier than you remembered him to normally be.

By the time Ben returned, you were parched, having downed the first of what was sure to be many drinks tonight. He wasn't carrying the one drink, instead he had five little glasses of clear liquid in his hands, walking slowly so as not to spill or drop any of them.

Shots.

Joe cheered from behind you, nudging past and picking one from Ben, downing it without hesitation. Rami was next, seemingly unfazed, despite pulling a face after he finished the shot.

"What is it?" You asked Ben, taking one from him, leaving him with one for Gwil and himself.

"Vodka!" Ben cheered, downing his. He gasped and stuck out his tongue at the taste. "Vile shit, ain't it?" He laughed. You nodded as he leaned past you to push the last shot into Gwil's hand. Then Ben swaggered off to Rami and Joe, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and jumping up and down.

You eyed the clear liquid, not keen on drinking vodka straight, but wanting to get the nice alcohol buzz that your friends obviously had. Gwilym noticed your hesitation and nudged you.

"Don't drink it if you don't want. I'll have it." He offered, downing his shot without hesitating. He scrunched up his nose at the taste but then recovered, waiting for you to make your mind up. You simply stood and stared at him, almost a little shocked.

You hadn't put him down as the kind of guy to like shots and so easily put them back either. Shaking your head at him, you quickly downed the vodka, feeling the hot burning sensation wash down your throat. You groaned, waiting for the horrid taste and feeling in your mouth to die down.

"You feeling okay?" Gwilym asked, standing a little more in front of you, his hand resting against the bare skin of your shoulder. His thumb was just brushing the crook of your neck as he looked down at you worriedly, his hot touch making you go a little light-headed. Although that could actually be the vodka.

"Never better." You giggled, reaching up and grabbing the hand that rest on your shoulder. "Come on, let's go dance." You told him, spinning on your heels and pulling him towards the rest of your friends.

The next song was an oldie but a goldie and you knew it well. Joe was equally as excited about it as you were, so when you re-joined the group he was quick to approach you and begin dancing, a lot more energetically than before. You let go of Gwil's hand, checking to see if he was okay with being dragged into the fray, to which he simply gave you a cheeky smile, swaying to the music.

Knowing he was fine, you turned back to Joe and put your arms up above your head, moving your hips and swaying as you and him both sang along. You could feel every beat, every movement, all of it inside your very core. The vodka was now settled in your stomach, and you didn't care if anyone was watching you, you didn't care how you might look, or how you danced. You were having fun, and that's what mattered to you.

Opening your eyes, you could see Ben and Rami swaying back and forth with drinks in hand, arms wrapped around each other. Joe was doing an unusual dance beside you, which you couldn't help but bust out into a fit of giggles at. It was far too funny to not laugh at. Joe grabbed your hand and spun you around, playing the gentleman and turning and twisting you into dips and bends.

"Hey!" Joe yelled over the music, as you shimmied your shoulders and continued to sway your hips. As you continued to dance you raised your eyebrows at him in a silent question. He leaned in further, so that he could speak into your ear without having to raise his voice. He was radiating a tonne of heat, obviously succumbing to the bodies and energy of the dance floor.

"What's up, Mazz?" You asked your friend.

"Gwil hasn't stopped staring at you all night, are you guys alright?" Joe asked. Your dancing ceased.

"What?" You shouted back, unsure if what you heard was correct. Joe pulled back slightly so you could look at him properly, noticing he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, are you sure you're not- Oh shit, hi Gwil." Joe was quick to shut up about whatever he was initially going to say to you, his eyes going wide as he looked at something just past your head. You spun around and found yourself confronted with the tall and, for some reason, now intimidatingly charming Gwilym.

You felt your throat tighten a little and suddenly your stomach was creating knots in itself. He was smiling at Joe with that charismatic smile he wore so well, one that usually offered you comfort whenever you saw it. But now all it seemed to do was force butterflies to erupt inside you.

Gwil ran a hand through his quiff, now suddenly extremely nervous as he chuckled lightly. You were confused, unable to understand what was so funny to him or why he was acting so weird.

You turned back to face Joe, only to find him looking at you with eyes almost as big as dinner plates, his mouth agape. You weren't sure if it was the good kind of shock or if he had just seen a ghost, as he covered his mouth with his hand. There was a big smile creeping out from beneath his fingers however, as he laughed loud and pointed at Gwilym in disbelief.

"No..." Joe gasped. Gwilym shot Joe an almost annoyed look, obviously wanting him to shut his mouth for a second. You were bewildered, unable to comprehend why Joe was freaking out like some silly little schoolgirl and Gwil was acting so...weird.

Ben and Rami who had been off dancing to the side had now stopped and were also gawking. Ben had a humoured smile on his face, whilst Rami was giggling to himself, sipping on a bottle of beer.

"What the hell is so funny?" You snapped, glaring at the three tipsy men before you, your feelings a little wounded as it seemed like they were laughing at your expense.

You felt a hand cup your elbow and you looked up to meet Gwil's soft eyes. He was approaching you as though he were trying not to startle a small, wounded animal. Without a word, he slowly turned you around, leaving your back exposed to him.

"Gwil, what are you-" You asked, but instantly shut up when you felt his hand slip up the back of your neck and push the loose strands of your hair away, tracing a finger along the nape of your neck. It sent electric shivers down your spine.

"It's there." You heard him say, seeming almost relieved as he let out a shaky laugh.

"What is?" You asked, the fuzzy feeling in your head clouding your ability to think as you normally would. Why was this such a struggle?

Joe peeked at whatever it was on your neck and pulled out his phone. Using the flash on his camera, Joe took a photo and quickly brought it up in his camera roll. You snatched the phone off him and looked at the photograph, not sure what you expected to see.

Well, you certainly couldn't have guessed it would be this.

On your neck, was something that you knew hadn't been there earlier that night when you left your flat. In the same font as the writing on Rami's wrist was one word, stamped on the nape of your neck as a permanent mark. A mark you had longed for, had dreamt about one day getting.

GWILYM

It was your mark. Your soulmate's name. The soulmate who loved you and would do so until the end of time. Gwilym.

Your hands wouldn't stop trembling as you handed Joe his phone back, unable to process this information that had suddenly been sprung upon you. Why now? Why him?

You weren't disgusted at the fact it was Gwilym's name on your skin. How could you be? But you didn't understand why it had shown up tonight, or why Gwilym would love you.

Did you love him back? You had never even considered it.

You realised his hand was still grazing your neck, tracing the letters. It felt strange, but good. Turning to face Gwil, he retracted his hand, worried that he may be overstepping his boundaries. You weren't uncomfortable though, nothing felt wrong about it. In fact, you wanted his touch...Needed it, even. It was like a craving, now you knew who you belonged to, who completed the other half of you, you couldn't stay away from him. It was magnetising, impossible to back away from.

He loved you. It was evident in the way he looked at you now, in the way he fought the obvious urge to not grab you and hold you to him. Was this force, what would bind the two of you together, the reason you couldn't stop yourself from wanting as much contact from him as possible? You had such a strange, primal urge to claim him as yours, it was scary and yet exciting.

What would you do?

You grabbed his hand, the one that he had used to trace his name that now was permanently inked into your skin forever, and held it firmly.

"Don't let me go." You whispered, not even caring if he would hear you over the noise of the music and the club around you. Even if he couldn't hear you, you knew he would still know regardless.

And sure enough, he pulled you in at the waist with his free hand, leaning in so that he could speak softly into your ear.

"Never." He replied, his lips brushing your cheek. The way his voice, low and almost a husky growl, reverberated through you turned your legs to a quivering mess, flicking a switch inside you. It was a sudden need. You couldn't wish for more of his touch than what you wanted now.

He pulled away slightly, just enough so that he could look at you properly.

"We have to go." You told him firmly, squeezing his bicep with your hand, the other one still holding his tight, never intending to let go if you could help it. Gwil wasn't an idiot, catching onto your blatant suggestion.

"I'll break it to the guys." He hummed, lips still awfully close to yours, but not touching. It was agonising.

It became even more so when he pulled away completely, spinning the two of you to face the three men who'd had to stand and watch the rather intimate encounter. Rami seemed content, having experienced these exact feelings with Lucy, and was sipping his beer with a smug smile on his face. Joe and Ben didn't know where to look, how to stand, how to react. They simply stood and watched you smile at them as if nothing had happened.

"We had better go." Gwil told your friends. Rami was the first one to speak, naturally.

"Absolutely, you have soulmate things to do." He smiled, knowing exactly what you and Gwil had no doubt non-verbally decided on. You weren't able to look Rami directly in the eyes, finding it all too embarrassing that your good friend knew what you would be up to when you left.

No doubt you'd have to talk about it later. To all of them.

Then they'll want to hear it from Gwil too.

You were so caught up in your own little conflict in your head, that you almost jumped a mile when you were abruptly brought back to reality. Due to the fact that Gwil's hand, which originally had been firmly planted on your hip, was now slipping down to rest somewhere that was definitely not your hip.

As Rami tried to explain to a drunk Ben that you two had essentially found your soulmates, you slyly nudged Gwil in the ribs.

"Behave." You hissed to him, although you were absolutely enjoying having his hand resting where it was. He gave you a little pat on your ass in response, his face remaining impassive as he continued to listen to Rami as if he hadn't heard you.

You nibbled on your lower lip, making a silent and solemn promise to make him pay for it later.

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You opened your flat door eagerly, not able to contain your giggles as you flicked the lights on. Gwilym shut the door behind you both as you chucked down your clutch purse and slipped off the killer heels.

You let out a moan that, had it not been out of the relief of getting out of those shoes, could have been mistaken for one of pleasure of a different kind. Gwil was silent in his approach as he slipped up behind you and pressed his broad, warm body against your back, enveloping you in his arms.

You smiled with content, as his lips came down to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of tingles as he moved down from your jawline to the base of your neck, using a hand to gently slip your head to one side, fully exposing your neck to him. You couldn't stop the happy sigh from escaping your lips as he kissed your collarbone, before nipping the skin with his teeth.

The sigh hitched a little at the end, becoming more of a gasp as you reacted to the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin. You couldn't help but lean into him further, your back pushed into his chest as he let his hands move to your hips, caressing over the fabric of your dress.

"You tell me if anything I do isn't okay with you." Gwil whispered, genuine worry lacing his words before he continued to do anything more. As much as you knew he was looking out for you and just how much of a gentleman he was being, you couldn't fault anything he was doing. Of course all of it was going to feel perfect.

He was your soulmate after all.

"Everything you do is right, Gwil. You were made for me, and I was made for you." You replied, turning around to face him, hoping he could see how sincere you were being. You wanted him to understand that you trusted him with every fibre in your being and that you could never fault him for anything.

The message must have relayed across, as his eyes seemed to shift, almost as though there was a change in him, in his mood. It was something heavy, and dark. You could see it in on his face and in the way he was looking down at you.

Lust.

"That's all I needed to hear." He hummed, hands working down to the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric. You couldn't deny how hot it was, to have him mess with your clothes, knowing he had the intention of taking them off.

You didn't know what to do with yourself, getting so lost and caught up in Gwil's intoxicating behaviour, you couldn't even think straight.

He slowly backed you up until your legs hit the back of the sofa, his hands slipping onto your ass and gently lifting you up, so you were perched on the edge. Then, with his knee, he gently pushed your legs apart so as to move in-between them. You were so close together, you knew that if you just shuffled forward slightly, you would be able to grind your hips against his.

Gwil was far too occupied with kissing along your collarbone and the sensitive parts of your neck to notice you scoot forward. It was so difficult to remain focused with his lips planted on that sweet spot of your neck that made your enter body shiver. But you managed to move enough so that when you rolled your hips, you gained a little bit of friction against Gwil. It caused him to jolt, his hips twitching in retaliation.

He pulled back from your neck to glare at you, although it was more because of the fact you had managed to arouse him even further.

"No fair." He growled, his lips returning to your neck. Only this time he bit a little harder, and gently sucked that spot of your neck, earning a very pitchy gasp from you.

When he had finished he leaned back to admire his work.

"I can't have just the tattoo of my name telling people you're mine. I want everyone to know my heart belongs to you, and that I can mark you wherever I please." He muttered, dragging a finger down your neck, travelling further down until it rest in valley between your breasts.

You knew that you weren't wearing a bra due to the style of the dress, and that all it would take was to undo the strap around your neck. You reached up with your hands to undo it, only to have Gwilym stop you.

"That's my job." He hummed, pulling you up to stand and bringing you around the sofa. Gwil sat down on the sofa, legs open and relaxed. "Come here." He whispered, gently pulling on your hand for you to join him. You decided to take it a step further, climbing on top of him, a leg on either side as you hovered over him. His hands slid up your thighs, pulling up the fabric of the dress with them. You prayed he would keep going until he reached your underwear, but he stopped just short, messing with you.

Frustrated, you decided not to play fair, lowering yourself so that you could roll your hips against his again, now in more control than before. Gwil's fingers dug into your thighs as you continued to grind against him, now able to feel a definite reaction from him. He was definitely as turned on as you were.

"You're just plain naughty." Gwil chuckled, pulling you in with a hand at the back of your neck so that your lips were beside his ear, where he then went to create another mark, this time a lot higher up, almost on your jawline.

"If you weren't such a tease I wouldn't have to be." You moaned, still trying to roll your hips. There was a sudden, sharp sting and you gasped, a new sensation flooding your mind as you felt a tingling sensation.

"I'm no tease." Gwil told you firmly, rubbing your ass where he had just spanked it. You had to admit that he knew exactly what he was doing with every move he made and every word he said to you.

"Then why don't you get on with it and have me here?" You growled, annoyed that he had once again taken control with such ease.

Having decided that enough was enough, Gwil let your hips meet his, rolling them so that you had that friction once again that you desperately wanted. The feeling alone of his blatant arousal pressed against your underwear was enough to have you ready and willing for him to do what he wanted. But when he let a hand slide past the fabric of your dress and his fingers rolled across your nipple, you may as well have told him to strip you down and do anything he desired to you.

The other hand that was free he used to smoothly untie the bow that kept the strap tied around your neck, so that the fabric fell loose and slipped away, exposing your breasts. Gwil wasted no time in making you feel nothing short of euphoric, dragging his tongue slowly over one nipple, whilst he toyed with the other in his hand.

You couldn't stop the moans, didn't want to stop them either. You wanted him to know what he was doing to you; how good he was making you feel in his hands.

And despite how content you were to stay on the sofa, you knew there was a perfectly big, comfy bed in the next room that you wanted to use. So you begrudgingly pushed Gwil back and got to your feet. He was confused at first, until you slipped out of the dress entirely and let it pool around your ankles in front of him. Gwil didn't even try to subtly hide the fact that his eyes were checking out every inch of you, his hand slipping over his pants, feeling how hard he was underneath.

"Up." You ordered him, to which he obeyed instantly, hands reaching out to grab a handful of your ass, which was clad in some racy black underwear. You swatted his hands off, leaving him to follow after you as you headed for your bedroom. Gwil knew where you wanted to go and all but slammed the bedroom door shut behind him. You sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly, almost every inch of your skin exposed to the cool air as you waited for him to join you.

As he stood in front of you, you wasted no time in beginning to undo the belt around his trousers. Gwil decided whilst you were working on his trousers, to pull his jumper up over his head and throw it onto the floor. You were about to make a comment about his chest, and how you planned to leave countless marks of your own along it.

But what you hadn't expected to see, was your name. Permanently marked on his skin, just above the waistline of his trousers, near his left hip. Gwil was almost as surprised as you, obviously having not seen anything there before now. You ran a finger along the letters, smirking when Gwil shivered under your touch.

"Well, that's hot." You hummed, undoing the button and zipper of his trousers and giving him a cheeky wink.

"Shut up and kiss me." Gwil growled, leaning in and crashing his soft, gorgeous lips into yours. This, you realised, was your first actual kiss on the lips with him. It was hot and hurried, his lips wanting to explore every inch of you. His tongue quickly darted against your bottom lip, wishing for entrance, to which you gladly obliged.

His hot skin was pressed against yours as he pushed you to lay back on the bed, climbing over you and never once letting your lips break away. You hadn't even realised that he had managed to almost strip down until you let your eyes travel down and saw his erection pressed against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

They were tight and spared no detail about what he had going on in there. You could feel your legs go a little weak as you began to shuffle out of your panties. Gwil offered a hand, hooking a finger in the waistband and helping to slide them all the way off your legs. You expected his touch to be cold, but when his fingers brushed against the inside of your thigh, just centimetres from your wet entrance, you found them to be warm.

"You're so beautiful." Gwil whispered, his thumb ghosting over your clit, drinking in the sight of your naked body underneath him. You were so touched by his heartfelt words, but the teasing grazes of his fingers made you antsy.

Noticing the way your hips twitched, the way you watched fervently as he hovered over you, Gwil understood that you were waiting, and decided to put you out of your misery. Finally his thumb met with your clit and he began to rub slow circles, his other fingers teasing at your wet entrance.

"Gwil, don't tease me." You whined, knowing he was enjoying how easily he could toy with you. You begged for him to fuck you with his fingers, to give you some relief at least.

Gwil pondered over your request, before removing his hand from you completely. You groaned in frustration, but it soon turned to a moan that filled the room with barely contained pleasure. His hot breath tickled your thighs for only a second, before his lips gently pressed against your clit, his tongue darting out to lick it experimentally. He was seeing what reactions he could get from you.

When he dipped his tongue inside you, as fleeting as the moment was, you felt like you could have cum right there and then, as one of your hands reached down and tugged at his floppy brown hair in retaliation.

"That feel good?" Gwil chuckled, his laugh vibrating against your clit, causing your back to arch a little more. He was such a little tease, and all you wanted now was for him to fuck the hell out of you.

"Fuck me, you asshole." You growled, knowing that you needed and wanted to feel him inside of you. The ferocity in your tone was enough to spring him into action, him quickly flicking off his boxer shorts so that they were discarded to the floor beside his other clothes.

He gave his hard cock a few strokes, savouring the sudden freedom he had to touch himself. You could help but reach down and give it a few pumps yourself, toying with his sensitive member and knowing that deep down he was just as riled up as you were.

"I'll not waste any more time." Gwil moaned, readying himself at your entrance, burying his tip in, waiting to slide inside you. He looked so goddamn hot, positioned above you, about to fuck you to within an inch of your life. You shut your eyes, wanting to savour the feeling of him filling you up for the first time.

And he did just that.

The moan that came from him was purely animal, as his cock slid inside you and you could feel all that pent-up frustration finally be relieved. Your fingers bunched up in the duvet, and you forced your eyes to open, looking up at Gwilym and seeing the look of pure pleasure on his face.

He kept things moving, building up a pace as you got accustomed to his throbbing cock pumping in and out of you. You couldn't stop the moans from coming out your mouth, a variety of words falling from your lips. A lot of curse words and a lot of his name being repeated.

You would have been just fine with him fucking you like this, your legs spread open so that he could put his entire length in you, but Gwil wasn't done. He intended to fuck you till you were begging to cum, and he knew exactly how he planned to do it next. Pulling out, Gwil slapped your ass and demanded you turn over and get onto your hands and knees. You were unsure at first, not realising what he intended to do, until he pushed your head down, so that your ass was sticking up in the air, your entrance still dripping wet.

Now in position, Gwil slid back in, hitting you at a different angle, one that made you bite down on your lip and wonder if you were going to cum instantaneously. He fucked you hard and fast, the bed beginning to hit the wall as he slammed into you again and again, occasionally spanking your ass, leaving red prints on your skin. But you lapped it up. You loved everything he did to you, and when he reached his hand around to toy with your clit, you knew that an orgasm wasn't far away.

His rhythm was starting to get a little sloppier now, and his thrusts were more desperate, begging for every single bit of friction he could get.

Gwil wanted to make you cum on his cock, and he intended to, slowing down his thrusts so as to keep his own orgasm at bay for a little longer. He focused more on your clit, getting a nice rhythm going, loving the way you clenched around him as you got closer to your climax.

"Gwil..." You moaned, fingers bunching up into the bed sheet, feeling the familiar euphoria of your orgasm rushing through you, Gwilym's fingers rubbing the sensitive clit as his cock slid in and out of you, starting to gain more speed as you used him to ride out your orgasm.

The sensation of you cumming all over his fingers and you tightening around him was what made him succumb, picking up his pace once more and allowing himself the pleasure of climaxing to the sounds of you moaning his name and getting to feel you around him.

When he finally came down off his high, beginning to wind down, you spun onto your back and flopped down onto the bed. As you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous he was. His hair was sticking to his forehead and you could see the definition in his arms as he held himself up. Your eyes fell to your name that marked his skin, biting your lip.

"Come here." You commanded him, opening your arms so he could fall into your embrace. Gwil did so with little resistance, resting an arm on either side of your still naked body, hovering just inches from your face.

"You needed me?" He asked with a smile that could melt butter, one leg tangling up with yours. His eyes were exploring every bit of your face as he lay next to you, soaking up your presence.

Jesus, this guy was hot.

"I want you." You told him, chest heaving up and down as you tried to reign in the desires that were starting to creep back into your mind. Gwil's eyes widened for a moment at your demand, wondering if you were being serious. He wasn't going to complain, but he hadn't expected you to ask for more so quickly.

"Again?" He whispered, leaning down and kissing your lips softly. But when he tried to pull away you slipped a hand to the back of his head and brought him back in for another, passion-fuelled kiss that brought out a low moan from his throat. Just his moans alone could make you orgasm.

"As many times as we can, because I don't want to sleep tonight, I want to spend every waking moment with you." You told him after you pulled away, giving yourself a chance to breathe.

Gwil pecked your lips, then your chin, and then at the dark spots on your neck where he had made it painfully clear that you were his.

"You'll have our entire life together to do that, babe." Gwil hummed, although you already knew you were going to get your way as he slipped a hand down to brush over the inside of your thigh. The little nickname was a surprise to you, but God, if it didn't make your stomach do flips.

"I hope so." You told him, shutting your eyes and relishing the way his body felt against yours.

"I know so." Gwil promised, knowing he had made that decision long ago.

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