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oncasette · 2 years ago

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just a lil request for Phil Wenneck… car sex? 🫶🏽

𝗜’𝗗 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗨𝗣 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨

phil wenneck x wife!reader

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The two of you are barely twenty minutes into your drive–that is, apparently, only an hour and a half according to your husband–when Phil starts getting handsy. You’re back in one of those little sundresses he adores so much, seat pushed back as far as it can go, feet crossed and perched up on the dashboard.

or the one where phil fucks his wife on a deserted back road.

warnings: smut, piv, car sex, (almost) reckless driving, unprotected sex

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Phil wouldn’t admit it to anyone–not even to you, most days–but he was a sucker for the domestic scene. It was such a guilty pleasure, seeing you in those pretty little sundresses while you made lunch in the kitchen. Bare feet against the linoleum of your mudroom as you fold the laundry. Watching you brush your teeth on your side of the jack and jill sinks in your bathroom in one of his old t-shirts from college.

It leaves his brain a little hazy, a little numb. Clouds his judgment and his rational thought until he’s sliding up behind you while you make breakfast, arms linked around your middle as he presses barely there kisses to the seam of your shoulder.

“You got any plans today?” he asks, moving the neckline of the shirt you’d stolen with the tip of his nose and humming against the bare skin he finds there.

“No,” you say. “Unless you count lounging around here.”

“Good,” he says. “Because we’re going on a trip.”

The palms of his hands are splayed wide against your hips, beneath the hemline of the shirt and skimming the thin edge of the panties you were wearing.

“Phil-” He hushes you, quickly, kissing the spot below your ear. “I’ve already got you a bag packed.”

“We can’t just go,” you scoff, smiling.

“Why not? C’mon, baby, I’ve already got you a bag packed and everything,” he says. His voice is low and gravely, chest rumbling against your back. “Let me spend some time with my beautiful wife, hm?”

“Y-yeah.” The words come out as a stutter, slipping down your tongue as Phil nips at your pulse point and molds you into putty in his palms. “Yeah, let’s go somewhere.”

“There’s my good girl,” he says and you huff out of your nose at the loss of contact from his lips.

He pulls away to give you time to finish cooking the food you were no longer interested in and stalks back up the stairs to grab your bags.

He’d left you alone to get ready. He’d loaded up the car, tossing the single bag stuffed full of both of your clothes into the trunk and the trader joe’s bag of snacks into the back seat, leaving you alone in the bedroom to dress as you pleased.

Needless to say, Phil was more than shocked when his fingers pushed up the pale yellow fabric of your dress and found nothing but more of your soft, bare skin when he’d expected the delicate cotton of your underwear again.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he scoffs as he takes his gaze off the road to turn toward you with wide eyes.

“Eyes on the road, handsome,” you say, tapping his cheek delicately with the hand closest to him.

“I can’t believe you’re not wearing panties right now.”

You hum in response, bringing your hand down to fiddle with his fingers from where they’re still resting on your leg. It’s like your touch brings him back to the surface, the drag of his hand resuming as he moves closer to the slick between your thighs.

“Holy fuck,” Phil groans as you guide his hand, coating his fingers in your arousal. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

The tip of his middle finger has just barely pressed itself into your pussy when he pulls his hand away entirely, leaving you with a whine caught at the base of your throat. You watch him white knuckle the steering wheel and flick on the turn signal.

“Phil?”

“Yeah, baby?” He checks the mirrors before abruptly changing lanes.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Getting off the interstate so I can find a back road… or something,” he says. His jaw clenches so tight you think you can hear his teeth grinding.

“Phil,” you sigh as you adjust in your seat, leaning toward him over the middle console to slide a hand across the denim of his pants. Your eyes roll back in your head as you think about how delicious it would feel against your clit, thighs clenching as your hand finds the bulge in his jeans.

“Fucking christ. Give me five minutes…” he sighs. “Two minutes.”

You palm his cock, heat emanating through the fabric. He’s finally reached an exit, the three minutes that had passed in the midst of the exchange feeling more like twenty as Phil holds your wrist to keep your movements at bay. The two of you are lucky enough to have gotten off at a fairly deserted spot. A decently dense swath of trees surround the parts of the street not taken up by fast food places and gas stations and it only takes you a couple minutes to find a side street to pull off into.

It feels like the car is thrown into park before the wheels stop rolling. Your seatbelt is unbuckled for you, hands landing on your hips to pull you over the center console until your knees are framing his legs and he’s looking up at you through hazy eyes. His hands are still on your hips, grip strong as he tugs you down fully onto his lap.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” he asks. He grinds you down, rolling your hips against his until there’s a wet spot in the denim. You were right, too. The way the fabric catches your clit with each drag has drool pooling beneath your tongue.

“Want your cock, Phil,” you whimper. You lean forward, forehead pressed against his until you’re basically swapping air.

“You think you deserve it?” he asks before spitting out “no panties” under his breath.

“Want it so bad, please,” you whine. Your cunt is practically weeping over him, clenching around nothing. You reach between the two of you to paw at his belt. The buckle is bulky between your fingers and it takes you multiple tries to undo it. He lets you handle it, only pitching in to lift his hips to get his boxers and pants down just enough to slip his cock out.

He pulses in your grasp, dick jumping as you swipe your thumb over the slit to spread the thick beads of his pre-cum over the head. He’s so thick your thumb just barely meets your index finger when fully wrapped around.

You inhale sharply through your nose as you line him up.

“You always feel so-” Phil groans. “Perfect wrapped around me.”

You slide down his length slowly, allowing yourself to soak up the feeling of him stretching you out–despite the fact that you’d fucked the night before–until he’s fully seated inside of you. Until you’re rolling your hips into the coarse patch of pubic hair that meets your clit.

He leans forward to connect your lips, drowning out the sound of your moans as he licks into your mouth. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head as you lift your hips to start bouncing on him. He didn’t want a repeat of the last time you’d fucked in his car. He’d had to kiss you silly to keep you from feeling the dull throb in the back of your head.

His other hand guides your movements, allowing you to pull up off him slowly only to slam you down on him so hard he nearly has you seeing stars.

“God,” he exhales. You can already feel him twitching inside you.

“I’m so close.”

“Me, too, baby. Hm, haven’t cum this fast since I was a fucking teenager,” he says. It only takes the feel of you clamping down around him once to send his hips shooting up into you, cum spurting out of him in thick ropes that have your walls fluttering around him.

You cum around him with a constant chant of oh my god.

The two of you sit in the silence of your orgasms for the next couple minutes, giving Phil enough time to regain coherent thought as the mixture of both of you cum seeps out around his dick.

“You know, I was gonna fuck you when we got there, but…” Phil’s lament is cut off with a half-hearted slap to the chest.

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blondedmuse · 2 years ago

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HARD MAYBE

phil wenneck x reader

request. ꩜ “slow mornings w cuddles :)”

you loved Phil for many reasons, and mornings were only one of them.

author's note. ∿ a drabble for anon! fluff.

The California sun spilled onto your skin, its warmth leaving patches on what was exposed to its light. The heat that radiated off of the body intertwined with yours gave warmth to what the sun couldn't, the room cool.

Phil's eyes bore at the sight of your body under the covers next to his, fascinated with the way your eyelids flickered at any given moment, how he swore he could almost hear the rise and fall of your chest. How your hair was a mess over the pillows but you looked nothing but gorgeous. He was enamored with all of it. So much so that he couldn't miss the way your eyes flickered open for only a moment before closing again.

"You're staring, Wenneck," You mumbled with your head in your arms resting on your pillow.

"What can I say," He rasped, his voice weighed down by the gravel that rumbled in his throat as he pulled you closer. "I'm admiring the view."

"You're a sap," You replied, your voice still muffled.

A smile tugged at his lips. "I think Romantic," He said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your hair.

"Cute. Maybe."

He lowered his head, level with yours "Maybe?"

You eyes opened again with a smile. "A hard maybe."

“How can I change that, baby?”

“Make breakfast,” you giggled.

“Okay, but you’re coming with me,” He said with a grunt as a threw you over his shoulder and lifted you off the bed.

“Phil, put me down!”

He shook his head, picking up his shirt that had ended up on the floor from the night before.

“PHIL.” You’d resorted to slapping his back, but still he wouldn’t budge.

“Nuh-uh, nope.”

It wasn’t until he reached the kitchen he set you down on the cold granite of the counter. Before you had the chance to complain about how cold you were, he handed his shirt that he picked up.

“What do you want? eggs? pancakes?”

“Waffles,” You said, wrapping your bare upper body in his button up that still smelled like him, a reminder of last night, a reminder of your lover.

“With-”

He cut you off. “With strawberries, I know.”

That all too familiar grin tugged at your lips again that morning as you watched him cook. With your knees pulled to your chest you admired his look of focus and the grey sweatpants gun low on his hips. The stray hands of hair fallen perfectly into place.

He warmed your cheeks and made your heart beat faster. He made you laugh and unwittingly pulled smile after smile from you. He made you wonder what it must be like to be that beautiful, the way he was. He made falling feel like flying. He made you happy.

“Is it still a hard maybe?” He asked, leaving the waffles to tend to you for a moment. He leaned his frame towards the counter, his arms caging your figure.

You shook your head. “No. I’d say like a soft maybe now.”

His head dropped with a chuckle. “You’re so annoying.”

“But you love me.” You retorted, letting your lips meld with Phil’s in a chaste kiss.

“I like you, maybe,” His mumbled against you, his words muffled by your lips as if he were afraid to let the feeling go. As if every kiss were the last.

You pulled away. “Maybe?”

He looked at you, fully—wholly. And with nothing but adoration.

“A hard maybe.”

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mysticficti0n · 7 months ago

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It's been so long

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Hello my beauties, I was looking through my inbox and saw around like 9 people asking for a Phil Wenneck fic and I rewatched all 3 hangover films and this idea came to my head, my 500 follower special is still in the world as I want it to be perfect. I've wrote this in like 4 hours and only skimmed it so if there any spelling mistakes ignore them- love you 😘

warnings- 2009!Phil wenneck x y/n Y/l/n, (he's single and has no kid either), swearing, mentions of underage drinking, pet names, p!inv!, sub/readerxdom/Phil,

words- 7.9k

"Dylan are you ready?" I called waiting next to the front door, swining my car keys around my finger "Dyl come on you're gonna make us late and mom will kill me if we are late!" I yelled losing my patients

"I'm here" he spoke coming down the stairs "why don't you just don't tell them we were late" I hummed actually taking in his idea

"good idea- well anyways come on" I answered getting into the car. I started the engine and began the short drive to his school, the roads were busy and that meant that was making us later and later

"god- when's your meeting?" I spoke turning to my little brother

"erm.. 5:45pm" he said after looking at a sheet of paper that he pulled from his pocket "and its now...5:45 Y/n"

"Shit-" I spat "oh sorry Dylan" he laughed as I slapped a hand over my mouth "well lets just hope this doesn't take much longer"

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finally after another 15 minutes we made it, hurriedly we walked into the school, Dylan had my hand pulling me through corridors until we made it to room 7L and he knocked on the wood "come in" a voice sounded and Dyl pushed the door open "ah Dylan, you're here!"

"Hello sir" my brother smiles going towards a small chair put out in front of a desk "this is my sister, Y/n" I followed behind him and placed my hand bag on the floor before turning to face the teacher

"hi, I'm so sorry that we're late the traffic was ter-"

"Y/n?" the mans voice cut me off "Y/n Y/l/n?" even in heals I wasn't as tall as him, so as my eyes met his face I knew who it was straight away

"Oh my god Phil- I can't believe it!" I laughed, I knew Phil all through school, from Pre-k to collage, and he hadn't changed a bit since we had left, chiseled jaw, sun kissed skin, his brown short hair flowing effortlessly around his face and a smile that was always imprinted on his lips "you haven't changed a bit Wenneck" I spoke as we pulled from a hug

"Neither have you Y/n- you look great- erm please take a seat" he grinned as he took a seat behind his own desk "woah- well Dylan it's great to see you for the second time, and also you Y/n, great to see you again too"

"how do you two know each other?" My brother inquired giving me a confused look

"Me and Mr Wenneck went to school together, well we basically grew up together, he was one of my best friends" I answered shooting the man a smile, Dylan nodded getting a grin across his face

"okay well- lets look at everything shall we?" Phil pulled open a folder and his finger traced down the page and then tapped "here, so Dylan by the looks of things you are doing amazing in all classes with b+'s and some A's which is great for a boy your age..which is 9 but 10 In a few weeks if I'm right?" Dylan excitedly nodded, a cheesy smile coming across his lips, my hand patted his shoulder seeing his smile grow bigger "and your behaviour... no detentions, or warnings this year little man, much better then when your sister was in school" he joked

"excuse me- you were a lot worse then me, remember what you did to Jake that day?" I asked raising my eyebrow

"he had that coming, but I wont say much more, need to professional" I shook my head laughing at him as we both remembered the day in high school-

_____ 12th grade (1992) _____

Me, Sasha, Lauren, Stu, Phil and Doug sat in the bleachers laughing about whatever random things we could think off "and what about that time Lauren fell over the curb when we went to that party?" Stu laughed getting a slap from the red head

"I was drunk okay- and like 15 so that doesn't matter" she angrily spoke trying to stop the smile from going on her lips. the six of us kept talking while we sipped on our drinks we brought from the lunch hall. Soon the break was over and we all went to head back in, I stood up, straightened my skirt around my legs and fixed my top around my shoulders, and grabbed my bag from the seat in front of me

"Nice rack Y/l/n!" I herd a voice call from the bottom of the steps, I stood straight back up covering my front with my hand and my eyes immediately locked with those of Jake Casey "its alright babe don't need to hide them from me- oh and nice panties too girls, down there had a great view- didn't it boys" he joyed blowing me a kiss as the three guys around him shared a laugh

I quickly stopped down the steps, coming face to face with the creep "what did you just say?" my voice was low as I got into his face, his friends oh'ed; clapping there hands

"I said-" Before he could even finish his sentence my hand slapped across his face "Ow! what the fuck is wrong with you!" I went to walk away until the feeling of his hand fixed on mine "don't you walk away now bitch" he seethed, his other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me onto his body

"Let go of me you perv" I yelled, desperately trying to free myself, but in an instant, Jake lay helpless on the ground, his grip on me replaced by Phil looming over him like a dark storm. Soon Phil's fists crashed into Jake's body relentlessly, each punch harder then the last, and those three friends from before were not to be seen as the dashed across the field to get away from Phil who wasn't stopping his beating

"don't- you- ever- fucking- do- that- again" he warned as he hit the boy again

"OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY!" A shattered voice pleaded, but the brunette remained unrelenting. "PLEASE, GET OFF!" we all watched as Stu and Doug forcibly tore Wenneck away from the now bloodied and battered man. quickly Jake pulled himself up whipping around and running off to join his group who were half way across the track. Phil backed off, dusting himself from the dirt that lay on his jeans and fixed his sun glasses to begin back on his head

"Thanks Phil," we said in unison as we approached, the two girls going to stand with Stu and Doug as they talked about what had just happened. "You okay?" I asked, brushing his arm where he had a faint red mark.

"I'm fine. How about you?" he replied, his concern evident. I nodded, showing him the small mark on my wrist. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm okay... Thanks for stepping in again," I said again, I got the feeling like it was just the two of us in that moment, drawing closer, Phil's hand landing softly on my waist the warmth overpowering the heat from the Los Angeles sun. "I—" I started, but Stu interrupted with his usual humour.

"Come on, you two! We'll be late if you start a love story now after all these years!" he joked, pointing at us "flirt after class is done" I couldn't help the red from painting my face as the whole group fell into a laugh

"Shut up, Price," Phil said, rolling his eyes as he put his arm around my shoulders instead of my waist, pulling me closer in a simple yet meaningful gesture.

_____ end of flashback _____

"and Dylan- how are you finding school?" Phil asked, grabbing a pen off his desk looking back to him with a warm smile

"good- I have lots of friends and a girlfriend!," Phil oh'd looking to me as a we laughed " and I like my lessons, and I'm in the soccer team!" he talked "and the homework is okay, Y/n helps me a lot because she's smart"

"stop it" I laughed scruffing the young boys fluffy hair

"well that sounds good then, I have some of your books here for you Y/n if you want to have a look through and also his end of year report" I grabbed the small pile of books from the mans hand and began looking through while listening to the two talk about soccer and things, I looked to the page with the title 'my family' and saw a family tree scribbled with crayons and our faces drawn in: Mom, Dad, me, him, Grandma, Papa, our cousins and aunties and uncles too.

"Dylie your work is really good!, especially your family tree, you've got everyone!" I cheered. After I finished looking through all the pages I set them back on the desk and Phil finished up his convocation with Dylan

"is there any questions you have Y/n?" He asked looking to me, his face warm

"I don't think so, I mean he's doing great and thats all I can really ask for, he seems to have a good teacher too" I spoke seeing Phil smirk at me shaking his head

"great, that ends this then- Dylan, Y/n thank you for coming to see me and I'll see you on Monday little guy, and don't forget the trip money" Phil stuck his hand out to my brother who's little hand shook it back and I watched as the blonde waved walking to the door

"Y/n! Sam's out there can I go say hi?" he asked excitedly looking to his friend out side the window

"sure" I replied seeing him hurriedly open the door, he shouted a quick good bye to 'Mr Wenneck' and quickly left us behind in the class room "again sorry for being late Phil- just everywhere seemed to be busy" I laughed grabbing my bag from the floor and placing it on my shoulder then getting Dylans report off the table

"its fine don't worry- you two were my last appointment anyways, and as its you I don't mind either" he smiled coming round the front of his desk and leaning against it "but honestly Dylan is a great kid, I don't even like teaching but kids like him make it worth it you know" I nodded listening to him

"I never thought you be a teacher you know, I mean you hated school" he laughed rubbing the bridge of his nose

"Yeah I know but life happened" he said looking back to me "erm well I was wondering- do you wanna go out for dinner tomorrow?" I was a little taken back, in a good way though "it's fine if not, but we could have an actual catch up you know? I mean I haven't seen you since we were 20 ish and were now old "

"thank you very much for reminding me- but yeah what time?" I agreed, I watched as a smile spread along is face

"I'll come pick you up at 8?" I nodded "cool well erm- I'll see you tomorrow Y/n" he stood up leading me to the door, before I left I pulled him into another hug

"see you tomorrow" I whispered before letting go and walking out to grab Dylan who was happily chatting to his friend and his mom "hi Carol" I waved

"hey sweetie, how'd it go?" she asked

"good, Dylans doing really good- how's sam doing?" she shook her head and her smile dropped "oh"

"I got told he beat up another kid the other day- I don't know what to do, I mean when Charlie was younger he was nothing like this, and I remember when you were little and your little friends, you guys were never in fights- well not when you were 9! but Sam always is" her voice was full of anger

"mh, It's very odd- must be something triggering him" I spoke

"maybe I'll take him to see your mom when she's back, she's a therapist so maybe she can get to the bottom of it" Carol laughed "aways we must get off- Samual come on" the two boys said their goodbye and we walked out

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"Night Dyl" I whispered leaving his room, I walked down the stairs to the living room, falling onto the couch and flipping on the tv to a random channel, I couldn't get over that Phil was teaching my little brother, my old best friend teaching my brother... life was weird. It reminded me, I needed to get someone to Have Dylan over the weekend, I knew he would enjoy staying at our grandparents so I picked up my phone and began calling my Grandma

"hello Rosie" she answered

"hi Grandma, how're you?"

"good poppet, is everything okay?"

"yes thank you, I was just wondering if it was okay if you had Dylan tomorrow night please? I met up with an old friend, well actually do you remember Phil?"

"Oh yes Phil Wenneck, of course how could I forget Philly! he was always with Doug, Stu, you, Sasha and Lauren wasn't he" I hummed agreeing

"well I found out he's Dyls teacher! and were going out for a catch up tomorrow night"

"aw thats lovely, of course we can have Dylie, Sofia and Ryan are sleeping tomorrow so its no issue"

"thank you so much, I'll bring him at about 5:30 if thats okay"

"yep thats fine, see you tomorrow lovie"

"night, love you" I came off the phone and saw a dot on my messages, I clicked on seeing -Phil- 1 new message-

'Hey Y/n, just checking (and I hope this isn't weird) are you at your moms house, just I know you're watching Dylan for the two weeks, he was telling me x'

'Hi Phil, yeah I'm here, and bless him I had a feeling he'd be telling everyone, he was saying we were gonna throw a party and everything x' I answered

'I mean if they were anything like your parties, I'm coming x' I laughed

'yeah gonna sing bah bah black sheep with the kids? x'

'of course, it's my favourite song x' I rolled my eyes

'I bet- see you tomorrow Wenneck x'

'night x'

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"thank you so much again for having him Grandma, papa" I crouched down pulling my brother into a hug "I'll come get you tomorrow, go have fun and I'll call after okay, before bed" he nodded hugging me back then running to play with our little cousins "see you later" I hugged my grandparents then quickly drove back home to shower and get ready for seeing Phil.

I decided on a black dress, it wasn't to much, just around my thighs, some black heals, smokey dark make up and a dark red lip, my hair straightened down my back and some silver jewellery. I sprayed L’Interdit Rouge and grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder

I went into my kitchen, hurriedly pouring myself a glass of water and chugging the glass trying to suppress the anxiousness I felt rising in my stomach. The sound of the door bell rang through the hall and into the kitchen, I took one more deep breath before walking and opening up the door. I pushed the handle down and pulled the door open

"Hi Phil" I sounded as my eyes met him, he was dressed in a black suit which blended into the night perfectly, it fit his figure amazingly, hugging his muscles in all he right ways, his button up was only done up to the third one and the last two were left open showing of his toned chest, my eyes reached his face, his hair messed graciously behind his head and his sun glasses perched on his head "you look amazing" I spoke not realising I had been staring doe eyed for what felt like a life time

"I could say them same- look at you" he smiled "oh I brought you these" from behind his back he pulled out a bunch of roses, blood red- my favourites

"Phil! you didn't have too- these are beautiful!" I giggled like a child being given a lollipop

"almost as beautiful as you" I herd him chirp, my gaze snapped back to him

"careful" I laughed "come in, I'll grab a vase for these" I walked away hearing him follow behind after shutting the door

"god this place hasn't changed at all- holy shit I feel 17 again" he breathed coming into the kitchen "Its the place I first took a shot how about that" he reminisced

"yeah mom kept basically everything the same though she was going to change it all, then Dylan was born in 2000 and then she just kept it this way" he hummed leaning agains the kitchen counter

"how come your mom had Dylan- is that a weird thing to ask?...I- you don't have to answer that" he awkwardly laughed

"oh well Mom and Dad divorced erm 97' as you know, and mom got with this guy called Michel and then accidentally got pregnant, and we didn't know if he would make it because obviously mom was a lot older then most women who have children but they both made it and Dyls 10 soon" I explained

"oh wow, your moms a strong lady so I get why she made it through, I think thats why I was really shocked to see you yesterday because his name isn't Y/n/l Its Lee"

"yeah, I mean I didn't even know you were his teacher because he only ever called you Mr W or Sir" I spoke "and mom wouldn't have actually met you because this was his first parent teacher thing huh"

"yeah, anyways not that this isn't great we need to get going" he spoke checking his watch "so if you please" I walked towards the man and linked my arm with his as he led us out the house. Phil pulled open the passenger door for me and I gently settled myself into the leather seat, I watches as he went over to his side and slid in "ready?"

"Mhm" I smiled as we began our drive

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The car stopped at a restaurant with the name 'Le Rouge', The two of us stepped out the car and immediately my arm hooked on his "wow this looks- beautiful" I breathed. The door was opened by a tall man who shot us a quick smile as we stepped through the threshold. To say I was taken back was an understatement, a soft, red glow washes over the space, enveloping it in an aura of intimacy. The dim lighting, like flickering candlelight, shone a warm hue. The décor, a careful balance of simplicity and refinement, features rich dark wood accents and sumptuous red velvet curtains that drape gracefully, adding to the sultry, moody ambiance.

"Good evening Sir, Madam- how may I help?" a sweet looking girl cooed, her hands quickly grabbing a paper that lay in front of her

"hi, I have a booking should be under the name Wenneck" the girl nodded checking down the paper until her eyes seemed to find the name

"okay- if you two would like to follow me" the blonde began trotting through the many tables full of customers until she stood next to a small dark wood table for two, one candle and flower sat as the centre piece and two menus lay in our places "Erin will be your waitress tonight, and she'll be over soon to take your orders but would you like to get started on drinks?" Phil looked over to me giving me a quick nod telling me to go first, hastily I lifted the drinks menu from the side and scanned the paper

"I'll have a....Cabernet Sauvignon please" I answered seeing her write it down quickly, I turned to look back to the man sat across from me who's eyes flickered down the same menu as me

"make that a bottle and two glasses please" soon the girl disappeared with our orders "so what do you think?" Phil asked, his gaze landing back on me

"you've out done yourself Wenneck, it's gorgeous in here- I bet this place is really expensive though so I can pay-" before I could even finish the brunette chirped rolling his blue eyes at me

"shut up- I asked you out. I pay. let me treat you, I haven't seen you in years so this is the least I can do for making up for the fact that you haven't seen my face in so long" he smirked fluttering his eyes

"oh yeah of course" I laughed pulling my chair in closer "so, how have you been since I last saw you, and I don't mean from just yesterday" I gave a warning look hearing him titter

"well, we all left school I was going to work with dad in the car place but we got into this huge argument and he said I was choosing the 'easy way out' so I proved him wrong and became a teacher, then I got a job at Dylans school in 2007, been working there since, but erm I was with this girl after we left school- her name was Shannon but erm she cheated on me and I haven't actually been with anyone in god 6 years this year" the man sadly laughed "but you know I'm doing okay, I have a home and a job so thats all that matters" without really thinking about it my hand reached across the table taking his softy, I watched as his sad smile got replaced with a warm one, his eyes growing softer "what about you, what have I missed?"

"ah well- we left school obviously and I started working for a few people as a PA, worked on a few sets during like 2004 and 5, but it wasn't really enough money so changed and stared working at this bank place 2 years ago. I can't say I love it but I bought an apartment West Hollywood but I've taken the next 2 weeks of to watch Dylan but I'm looking for a new job again, hopefully back on the PA thing because I enjoyed that" he nodded, listening to every word "I was also with a guy, Jackson for a good few years but we broke up on my birthday actually, he said he was bored and needed a 'new spark' so I guess I wasn't that interesting to him" I chuckled, I looked down to my one intwined hand, the feeling of Phil's soft padded thumb swiped on my skin

"who needs those people though, I don't doubt that one day a good guy will see you and think 'damn, she's beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, beautiful'"

"you said that twice" I spoke in almost a whisper

"Its because I mean it" I felt my face heat up a ferocious red colour, before I could say anything else a wine bucket was placed onto our table and two glasses placed with it "ah thank you" Phil spoke with a smile, our hands broke away leaving mine cold. "do you want some?" the blue eyed man spoke, his voice filling my ears bringing me back to reality, I hummed holding my glass to him, the work popped and soon the red liquid began to flow into the glass until it nearly reached the rim, he filled his own then steadily placed the bottle back on the ice "to old friendships" his hand clenched around the neck of the glass, lifting it up

"to old friendships" I cheered, I let the wine cool my throat, taking all the red blush away with it, I could still feel the pricing blue gaze watching me over the table, not in a menacing way- but a adoring one. I tuned my attention back to Phil whose eyes fixed to mine "what are you going to have?" I asked seeing him look to his menu

"stake maybe, or lamb- you?" I checked down the list, until my eyes found my favourite "let me guess- filet mignon?" I nodded, a grin spreading on my lips "still know you well then"

"well I mean its been a good few years Wenneck- you sure?" I pondered, chewing my lip "do you really know me?" my voice lowered, and I couldn't help but watch his expression falter from being confident to slowly becoming more soft

"whats changed about you- tell me love" hearing the nickname nearly knocked the breath from me, something about hearing It in his voice, from his face, on his tongue

"you'll have to find out yourself" I challenged, his stare narrow

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the meal was one not to be forgotten, and the bill was another thing I would also never forget "Phil stop it- split it with me, you can't pay $250!" I snapped trying to pull the bill from his grasp

"Y/n I am a grown man with my own money- fuck off let me do this- I'll be paying tonight" he demanded

"next time I pay" I sassed, shoving my card back into my pocket, I watched as his eyebrow lifted, questioning my words

"a next time huh?" he responded with a smirk, I shook my head staring away from his eyes as he paid the bill "come on gorgeous lets go" He was killing me- the nicknames, the watching, the smirk.. I felt like a teenager again... the first time I fell for the stupid boy

"watch it Wenneck" I quipped, he brushed me off by taking my hand and leading me from the building, it was a warm night, the sky still a ink blue but a darker colour than before

"wanna go see something?" Phil's voice broke through the silence "it's only down there" I followed his out stretched arm that pointed to a small cleaning in some trees, in my head I kept thinking of the negatives but in my heart, as cheesy as it sounded, I knew if I was Phil I would've been okay.

"okay" I agreed and soon we began moving toward the narrow entrance, he pushed some branches out the way with his free hand, his other still softly holding mine "where are you taking me?" I asked, a soft laughter leaving after I saw him look back with his signature smirk. Soon we stopped as we came to a opening

"welcome to the most cozy place" I looked round the mans figure to see a small pond littered with lily-pads, and pond grass, lit by the moons glow, it was very romantic and every girls dream place to sit after a night like ours

"Phil how do you find these places?" I questioned taking in the view, he gleamed shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the floor next to the water "careful it'll get dirty"

"Y/n it can be cleaned- just sit down" without wasting anymore time, I perched myself next to him on his jacket, our legs bumping as we relaxed into the floor. I stared out in front of me, watching the small movements off the trees as the wind blew past, and the ripples that bounced in the water "tonight has been so amazing Phil, thank you" I said sincerely, my look changing to face him "really" in this light he looked heavenly, his outline illuminated by the light cascading from the sky, his eyes shining into mine, it felt like it was just us again in the world, only me and only him

"Y/n, can I ask you something?," I hummed, slowly nodding my head because no words could leave from my lips "can I kiss you?" every good emotion began wizzing around my heart, butterflies flitted in my stomach and my brain turned hazy, none of it felt real

"please" I breathed, feeling his gentle touch as his hand caressed my cheek, drawing me closer to him. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around his neck, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. Slowly, I settled onto his lap as his other arm pulled me onto him, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Our lips met in a tender kiss, igniting a spark that had been smoldering between us for years. A sweet hum escaped my lips, a melody of longing and relief, as the weight of unspoken words lifted from my shoulders..

Reluctantly we both pulled away, taking in each other movements, my lips curled into a smile which Phil quickly mirrored, his hands finding my hips as he sucked for a breath "god I've waited so long to kiss you Gorgeous" he muttered, the pads of his fingers drawing random shapes as he spoke "why did we wait so long?" he questioned

"Phil, kiss me again" My voice trembled slightly as our mouths met once more, a surge of desire mingling with passion, flooding my senses. In an instant, Phil shifted our positions, his form now looming above me, casting a shadow over us, swallowing us in darkness.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," his words pierced through the intensity of our kiss, but I couldn't bear to be apart from him for a moment longer. With urgency, my hands pulled him closer, silencing any further words with the press of our lips. His knee parted my legs as he leaned further into me, his wight laying on his arms that caged my head between them; his lips slipped from mine and began traveling down my jaw, to my neck, to my collar bone

"Umph Phil" I whined unexpectedly, my eyes fluttered open seeing the brunettes gaze shift to a darker, hungrier side, his lips began another assault on my skin, sucking and peppering me in little butterfly kisses as I tried to stop myself from making any noises that the outside world could hear.

Phil pulled away, smiling at the view of me, I copied his expression as my hand carefully tucked back a fallen piece of hair "you should let me take you out more often" he laughed softly, his hands found mine and pulled me up to meet him, my legs felt uneasy from the moment but I forced myself to stand although my head only met his chest, the hands that once lifted me began to drag up my side until the two cupped my jaw "you okay?"

"yeah... I think just still in shock, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that in my life" he hummed, a suggestive look painting his features "what?" I asked looking up to him

"I just think you look really hot right now," he spoke with a amused smile "like, really hot" Phil repeated, his head bent so our mouths were basically exchanging air "can I kiss you again- please" It sounded almost like a beg but how could I refuse?

"you don't need to ask" I replied as once again my arms tangled behind his head. Though this kiss felt different than the last ones: hungrier, more passionate, wanting, pleading for more. My one hand knotted into his hair pulling a handful of strands causing him to lift slightly from the kiss

"ugh- fuck Y/n, don't do this to me" his voice croaked in a moan "or I'll take you home right now" I felt a rush of excitement run through my veins hearing the words leave his mouth

"do it then" I commanded pulling away to stare into his blue eyes that seemed midnight black all of a sudden. In one swift movement Phil lifted his jacket off the floor and grabbed my hand leading me back out the wooded area and to his car, the lights flashed as we climbed in and in seconds the engine roared. I couldn't stop my face from heating up as I watched his knuckles whiten from their grip on the wheel as we turned out from the restaurant parking lot back to my house.

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His hand hadn't left my thigh the entire drive home, it drew small circles on my bare skin and I couldn't help but fall into the rhythm, I watched as we turned into my street and the car came to a abrupt stop on my drive way. We exited the car and rushed to the front door, I dragged my keys from my purse and slotted them into the lock and after a few tries the door swung open

I spun around to face Phil, my heart pounding with anticipation as my arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. Through the doorway, our bodies collided, a rush of heat and longing coursing between us. My back met the wall, but the world around us faded as our kiss deepened, the intensity building with each passing moment.

Our shared desires spilled into the air, mingling with the soft sounds of our breath and the gentle rustle of clothing. In the haze of passion, we fought for control, our bodies moving as one in a dance of longing and need. As we finally broke away, gasping for air, our faces flushed with desire, I closed the door behind us, turning my back to the man that now stood behind me, softly I felt his hands creep around my sides, his breath climbing up my neck

"I need you gorgeous" he whispered, his lips brushing the lobe of my ear, without another thought I grabbed his palm and led him up the stairs. I felt like a teenager again, messing around with my crush for the first time. We made it to my room and I knocked the door open but soon my attention was torn away and all I could think of was Phil, Phil Wenneck who's hands were holding my body as his lips pushed against mine, Phil Wenneck who was laying me on my bed and holding himself above me. Phil Wenneck.

"Take this off me," I whispered, my gaze locked with his, my voice dripping with desire. As he obeyed, his fingers trailed down the small straps of my dress, exposing my chest to his hungry gaze. I felt a shiver of anticipation race down my spine as his touch ignited a fire within me.

His hands caressed my skin, teasingly light, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my body. I watched in rapt fascination as he cupped each breast, his touch firm yet gentle, kneading them as if they were dough in his palms

With a soft groan, his lips left mine, blazing a trail of kisses down my body, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my breath hitching as his mouth hovered tantalizingly close to my aching nipples.

As he took one between his teeth, a sharp gasp escaped my lips, pleasure and pain intertwining in a heady mix. "F-Fuck," I hissed, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through me.

"Like that, don't you?" Phil's voice was husky as he released me, his gaze smouldering with heat. I could only nod, my body trembling with need, words failing me in the face of such intense pleasure. He repeated his actions, each touch sending me spiraling further into ecstasy. His tongue traced delicate patterns on my skin, leaving me trembling again and again, his kisses a gentle reminder of the tender passion that consumed us both.

I began to feel the heat between my legs grow hotter as I watched him draw himself down my body, my dress slowly coming all the way off and pooling at my ankles leaving me in just my black thong "you look- just woah" he grinned, his hand petting mine

"you still have too much on" I flirted sitting myself on my knees in front of him, I let my hands trail up his front till I met the first button and I pushed it undone, then the next, then the next until his top was bare revealing his tanned torso, and tanned muscles that decorated his front. I pushed myself closer to the man, my lips pressing against his peck until I reached his collar bone, my tongue poked out from between my lips as I licked a line up his neck to his ear "I need you to take these off for me" I sighed

"do you?" he purred, standing from my bed his hands unfastened his buckle then popped the button letting the material fall to the floor leaving him In his boxers which outlined his boner leaving nothing to the imagination "gonna keep staring or come do something about it" he asked with a smirk

"not if you act like that" I answered slyly as I kneeled at the side of my bed in front of the man, his hand reached for my jaw propping my mouth open, dipping his thumb into the wet

"be a good girl and lay back for me, hm gorgeous" I pulled off his finger with a pop and lay myself down, my thighs parting to show him stood just in front of me, his palm stroked my heat, the friction sent waves through my body "so sensitive already" I hummed, trying not to grind myself against his flat hand. His fingers dipped behind the material and hooked the thong away, pulling them down my thighs then to the floor, softly his hands once again parted my legs, showing him my already went cunt "look at that" he praised

"please do something" I begged, in a matter of seconds I felt his fingers brush over my skin, a few digits pushing through my folds "agh- oh Phil" I whimpered at the touch

"god if you say my name like that again I'll cum right fucking here" I smiled looking up to the man who's finger began slipping down my wetness again "deep breath baby" he spoke. I sucked in a breath which was harder then anything I had ever done before then felt a finger push through the threshold, dipping into my cunt

"Angh" I cried as Phil began a agonisingly slow pace, the pad of his finger narrowly brushing my want "a-another- another please Phil- oh please" I pleaded

"already? such a good girl gorgeous" I nodded but soon my body was stuttering at the feeling of another digit sliding in

"Nagh- tha...nk you" I breathed, my hips moved involuntary at the pleasure- my eyes screwed shut, I hadn't got the power to force them to look at him, my voice was stuck in my throat as the knot in my stomach tightened "Phil-holy... I'm gonna-" before I could finish my own sentence I cut myself off "Ooh- fu....fuck fuck my god Phil" I called, my hands blindly reached for something to hold, trying to stable myself but I couldn't reach a thing

"you're okay- come on you're alright" he cooed, his free hand stroked my head as I slowly came down from my first high, my eyes finally opened and my first look was at Phil "there we go, hey gorgeous" he smiled

"hey" I greeted back, our lips connected again and I couldn't stop my fingers from going back to his hair, small pieces caught between each digit as I pulled him closer

"hmph- Y/n gentle with me" he joked breaking the kiss, I rolled my eyes turning my gaze away from his face to his body that sat above mine, I couldn't help but notice the tent in his boxers only looked larger. Slowly I lifted my leg letting the bulge sooth over my knee "agh.. mh you think your funny don't you?" he taunted

"no- I just really want you inside me Phil" I purred as both my hands held his face "please Phil" the man moved quicker than I have ever seen a man move before, his boxers were pulled away from his hips and down his legs revealing his length. My eyes widened- he was huge, no wonder girls in school jumped at the chance of a night with Phil, now I understand.

He knelt behind me, lightly pumping his cock before brining it up to my entrance "your safe word is Mexico okay- you say that and we stop" I murmured an 'okay' and he started to come closer, his warm tip stroked through my split "ready?" I hummed, steadily he pushed in, breaking through my entrance inch by inch before pulling out and repeating his action until he was fully sank into me "god baby you're so tight" he grumbled, I nodded not being able to speak because of feeling so full "want me to start moving now?" he spoke breaking the silence.

"mhm- slowly, you're so big" I welled watching a smirk plaster his face, Phil agonisingly pulled back until only his tip sat in me "Phil don't tease" I whined "need you to...fuck me so good" i was breathless already

"no problem gorgeous" he snarked before slamming his hips back and his full length pushing back inside me, I yelled at the force as he found a pace, our bodies hitting together in a rhythm only gods could create

"Oh Phil...Feels so good in me" I chattered, eyes fixated on him, I couldn't tare my gaze away as his shoulders tensed to keep himself up, a sheen of sweat building on his skin, his hair becoming unruly on his head as stray strands fell

"You feel so good around me- ugh fuck Y/n- such a good girl Y/n" hearing my name fall from his mouth only made me needier, it sounded so right

"fuck Phil- I feel so fucking good, shit- you fill me up so well Wenneck" I panted, my hands digging into his shoulders, nails scratching his skin

"fu-fuck you say it so well baby, I only wanna hear my name out your mouth" he moaned pressing open mouth kissed on my neck "I feel close- are..are you?" his voice trembled

"mhm- I was trying to hold off for you" I spoke, to brain numb to stop the truth, I could already feel his cock twitching inside me as he pounded my g-spot tirelessly

"cum with me- fuck baby" he hissed as I felt his thrusts get faster, our moans started to sync, I never thought I could fall for Phil, but seeing this side, hearing his voice, his moans, his venerability, I couldn't help the feeling "Y/n I need to come so bad" he begged

"shit- i...I- Oh my god" I hiccuped feeling the tie in my stomach rip apart and a swarm of warm blanketing me everywhere, then the sensation of my walls being painted with ropes of cum as the man above me faltered

"mgh- ah, holy fuck" he gulped, his head falling to my shoulder "I've never came that quick in my life" a small laugh escaped as he caught his breath while pulling out

"neither...Jesus Phil" I breathed, our eyes met again and we both had a new glow about us "you look pretty like this" I spoke brushing my fingers through his hair

"you've always been beautiful but right now," his lips tenderly met mine, the kiss was sweet and meaningful making the moment only better "Y/n can I say something?"

"yeah" I agreed, he shifted to be lay next to me, his palm sliding down to rest in the crook of my waist "what is it?"

"I really love you, I did all through school and, when we left I regretted not telling you but yesterday, seeing you and all, then today, I remembered how I felt," I blushed, hiding my face with my free hand "that was so cheesy but I don't even care anymore" he chuckled

"I really love you too Phil" our lips caught each others again, smiling into the make out, we pulled away letting our foreheads rest against each others "we waited so long"

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My eyes fluttered open to my sun kissed room, the light stripping against my walls, I hummed letting my head nuzzle back into Phil's chest where I'd been lay since the early hours of the morning, my fingers drew up his stomach and scratching softly over his peck, I felt him stir at the touch, pulling small faces at the feeling "what are you doing" he yawned

"nothing" I hummed pressing a kiss to his skin "but it is time to wake up" he sighed rubbing his face with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist. Finally he opened his eyes and faced me, though I had already been watching for a while

"morning gorgeous" he sounded

"morning Phil" he pulled me close laying a kiss to the top of my head then propping his chin against my forehead "I've gotta get Dylan soon by the way" he hummed again, I could tell he was falling back to sleep, so quickly I sat myself up pulling the cover away from our bodies

"Y/n come on! five more minutes" he sneered "please baby" his voice begged as morning still lay thick on his voice

"no, come on Wenneck- I remember when we were kids you would say that then not move for another hour so up" I demanded taking his hand and pulling him from the bed. He rose up, towering above me

"you're mean" he commented as he loomed down on me

"but you told me you loved me last night" I played, my finger teasingly running down his front

"I do," he grinned leaning closer "but I also think you're mean" I rolled my eyes wondering away as he sat himself back on the bed falling back.

Quickly I got showered, washed my face and brushed my teeth and changed into jeans and a jumper in a few minutes, Phil on the other hand had just managed to brush his teeth and stick his shirt back on as he continuously groaned about being awake so early on a Sunday, though it was 11:30am

"okay well I need to go get Dyl now, he's got a soccer club to get to at 1 and I need to clean the house and things" I moaned, leaning my head against Phil, soothingly his hand ran down my back comforting me as he laughed

"why don't I stay and help? I have nothing better to do, and I can stay with you a bit longer, make dinner, be like another date" he asked, and I couldn't help but smile at his idea, having him around would make things better

"sounds perfect, now come on we've gotta go get Dyl"

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My hand pushed the doorbell and soon enough the shuffling of slippers appeared on the other side "afternoon sunshine" my grandma beamed pulling me into a hug "and who's thi- Oh my lord, Phil Wenneck, look at you!" quickly she came out grabbing his face, inspecting all his changes "Philip aren't you so handsome!" she cooed

"thank you, you look lovely yourself, haven't changed a bit" he spoke as she stepped away laughing

"stop it you, anyways let me grab Dylan, he's been playing with the dog all morning- Dylan Y/n's here!" she called wandering back into the house

"Y/n!" a voice called as the noise of shoes tapped down the hall way and soon hands wrapped around me "you didn't call last night like you said!" he complained though still with a smile on his face

"I'm sorry, I got a bit busy last night Dyl" my gaze changed to Phil who was stood smiling at us

"Mr Wenneck?"

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w1ngedsoul · 2 years ago

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hi! can you do headcanons on being married to phil wenneck. please and thank you!!🩷

requests are open!

warnings: mentions of sex, sexual themes, swearing.

First of all, he would be the kind of husband to constantly compliment you and build up your confidence.

"Wow, I really can't speak, huh? Must be because of how gorgeous you look."

"There's not a single thing I don't love about you."

He's so sweet, it's honestly adorable 😭

When he introduces you to his friends, you all get along really well, especially you and Stu because of your careers in medicine.

He's the type of man to have your wedding date as his phone's password or tattooed onto his wrist.

He loves when he comes home after a long day of work and spots you humming to the radio while swaying yourself around the kitchen.

You'll feel warm arms wrap around your waist and his nose will bury itself into your neck.

He loves your scent, so much so, that whenever you go out with friends for a night away or a road trip, he'll walk over to your vanity and smell your perfume.

It's a mixture of vanilla and lavender, it makes Phil's mind go hazy when you walk past or when you're hugging him.

Phil loves pda. Even if it's something small like holding your hand or your lower back, he loves showing off your relationship. Showing that you're his.

Phil also loves cooking, you'll take it in turns each night to make tea and you'll each rate the other's meal out of five stars. Whoever has the most stars added up gets to choose a restaurant to eat out at.

Once for your birthday, he had told you to wear a pair of red panties to a fancy Korean restaurant, it was until Phil revealed a remote ten minutes that you had pieced together his plan.

The poor waiter, he took your order while you refrained from moaning aloud in front of everyone.

When you got pregnant with your first child, Phil was overjoyed. He bought diapers, dummies, toys, clothes, monitors, a small bathtub, a car seat, I could go on forever.

Let's just say by the end of your first trimester, you already have everything you'll need for your whole pregnancy.

He didn't need to watch tutorials on how to hold a baby, he used to volunteer to take care of his little brother when he was younger.

He got you to wear overalls because he thought you looked sexy in them, seeing you walk around adjusting the straps...

His mind wanders, I mean, there's not a rule to say sex is bad while pregnant...

Let's talk about Phil when he drives.

Lord have mercy 🙏

When his hands grip onto the steering wheel, while concentrating on the directions>>

I just know he gets road rage, no one can convince me otherwise.

"Move out the fucking way!"

"Watch it prick!"

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Just watching him turn the steering wheel, or when he looks back while parking turns you on.

Most of the time, he'll notice the lust in your eyes and will park off to the side.

Sometimes you're stuck in traffic and he'll trail a hand up your thigh, a couple kisses are peppered upon your neck.

Once, you guys had been in traffic for around twenty minutes and Phil decided to take you in the back of the van he borrowed (what Stu doesn't know won't hurt him)

You had been in there for only five minutes when the road had started up again, all you could hear was loud beeping horns from angry drivers.

Phil would definitely try and get you to avoid Alan for one specific reason; he's a pervert.

Once, you, Phil and Alan got trapped in the basement of Stu's house without signal and Alan confirmed Phil's suspicion.

"Looks like we'll be trapped a while...y/n, is it?"

"Knock it off!"

Something that's always funny, is Phil coming home drunk.

"There was this girl, and she asked for my number and I was all like 'No! I have...a wife."

And then there's the part where he's really romantic.

"God, I love my wife. She's the most amazing woman I've ever met, you know? She has these eyes that are so bright, I could stare into them forever. And when she looks at me, I can't help but be nothing but honest with her. Do you have someone like that?"

"Yes, I do."

@bradleybeachbabe hope you enjoyed! Love you 💕

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bradleybeachbabe · 2 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet

pairing: Phil Wenneck x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+ themes, MINORS DNI

a/n: this is my first time writing anything that is related to smut, so please bare with me on this. also i’m currently obsessed with bradley copper as phil wenneck, so don’t be surprised if i post a whole bunch of fics of him. also a huge thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for helping me beta read this!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Phil is so good when it comes to aftercare. He’ll clean you up. Also If you need anything, he’ll go get it for you. You want snacks? Phil will go to the kitchen and get snacks. You want something to drink? Phil will go get it for you. You want him to draw a bath for you? He will. Or if you just want him to stay in bed and cuddle with you for the rest of the night. He definitely will.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body would probably have to be his abs. Whenever you two are both home, he’s walking around the house without a shirt. You’re looking at his abs, and he lost track of the number of times he has caught you just staring at them. When he does, he just smirks at you.

Phil loves all of you, but if he had to choose one, it would have to be your thighs. He loves to kiss them before he goes down on you. He loves to leave hickies on them, and he loves to lay his head down on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Once in a great while he’ll cum on your boobs or even on your stomach. But for the most part, he cums in you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Phil enjoys being a sub. He loves when you take control though. He just lays there and relaxes. Sometimes he’ll have a smug grin on his face.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced. He was a frat boy when he was in college. During those times, he was constantly hooking up with girls, so I’ll say that he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He loves watching your tits bounce. Plus, he loves to see you be the dominant one, and of course, we can’t forget that he loves being the submissive one, so that explains it all.

Missionary. He loves that he’s able to look at you. He loves that he can also just lean down and kiss you if he wants.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy sex isn’t rare between the two of you. It happens more than you realize. Phil is always saying something about who knows what, or smiling about something. Honestly, he’s more serious in the moment if he gets upset about something, which doesn’t quite happen that often.

H - Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed. He’s not completely bare down there.

I - Intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Phil is a romantic guy. He will plant kisses anywhere that he could reach. He will say sweet things to you during the moment too.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely does it. You’re usually available for him for his needs. If not, then he’ll do it.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Phil has quite a few. Cokwarming, slight innocence kink, breeding kink, slight choking kink, marking, praise, and body worship.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly anywhere. It could either be in your shared bedroom, in the backseat of his car, in the shower, in the hot tub, or either in the pool. It just all depends really.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. You could be doing anything, or doing nothing. Or, better yet, just wearing any sort of clothing, and he’s instantly turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. That’s the last thing he wants to do when you two are having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Phil does love a good blowjob from you, but he prefers giving. Phil loves eating you out. If he could, he would do it for the entire day. He loves the noises you make when he does eat you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It just depends on the day. If he had a stressful day, it’d be fast and rough. But on days when he isn’t stressed out about anything, then it’s more slow and more sensual. On days like that, Phil takes his time with you. He wants to cherish the moment between the two of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Phil doesn’t mind them. You two will have one, once in a great while, especially if you are in a hurry to get somewhere or to do something. But most of the time, he wants to take his time with you and not have to worry about rushing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Phil loves to experiment, especially when it comes to wanting to test out something new in the bedroom. Phil loves to take risks too. He loves the thrill he gets when he takes risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Phil goes until he can’t anymore. Once he can’t, he’s done. That’s it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Phil doesn’t own any toys personally. But you do, you have a couple of toys. Once in a while, Phil will use your toys on you. He loves how you come undone when he uses them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Phil loves to tease you all the time. He loves the way you react when he’s teasing you, and even the pretty sounds you make when he does.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Phil is loud, and he has no shame in it. He’s either moaning, grunting, or whimpering. No matter what, he’s making some type of sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Phil has polaroid pictures of you in the lingerie sets that you or either he buys. Every single time you get a new set, Phil has you model them for him, so then he can take pictures of you with the polaroid camera that you own.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about seven inches. He is more long than wide. Also, he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. Going at least two or three rounds a week, Phil is totally satisfied. But if you are up to wanting to go more rounds throughout the week, he’s totally fine with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Phil is, he will wait until you fall asleep. Once you are sleeping peacefully, then he falls asleep.

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bweeeb · 17 days ago

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DOCKED

Phill Wenneck X reader

warnings: man begging, sex, cheating, regret, blowjob M. English is not my first language, very dirty content.

Summary: A Las Vegas night gets out of hand when the girl that phil fucked appears there.

My head was spinning, oh my God, how could anyone drink that much? Last night we celebrated my sister Jules' bachelorette party. At first, we should be back in our room with Amber and Delilah, but the strong hands around my waist and the hard length pressed against my ass aren't any of the girls', unless we got so wasted last night that one of them bought a giant dildo and for some reason it ended up here, pressed against me. But unfortunately, the feeling of skin against skin is impossible to mistake, I could feel everything in my ass, including the veins that ran the length, long enough for me to feel it inside me from last night.

I took a deep breath and moved, I've never been so scared in my life as I am now. When I moved, the man's hands tightened around my waist and pulled me closer to him, suddenly, and accidentally, my ass opened up and let the cock settle between them.

I swallowed hard, feeling the humiliation starting to form in my core, and a weak sigh escaped my throat.

— You're awake.

The rough voice reached my ears and another low, morning groan escaped my lips. What was I doing?

— Uh-huh.

My murmur was so needy that when he heard it, his hand slipped between my thighs and a sigh escaped me once more.

— So needy. So beautiful.

He moaned and kissed my neck. At this point, I didn't care anymore, that I'd end this weekend like this.

I looked over my shoulder and found his blue eyes staring at me as if I were the last light in the world. His eyes were so, so blue that it made sense why I was so wet. Messy and wild hair that I remember burying my fingers in and so I did it again and again and looked away from him.

How the hell did I end up with a man like this! Shit! Not that I don't trust my own beauty, but even so. Holy shit!

His fingers plunged into me and quickly withdrew, replaced by his cock being slowly pushed into me.

— You have to be still and quiet, beautiful.

He whispered and I nodded in agreement as I began to feel him move in and out of me. Fuck, so good.

— So good.

I moaned softly and he laughed against my neck.

— Such a tight, juicy pussy for me. Fuck. I could wake up like this every day.

He moaned and my response was just a sequence of whimpers that made him push deeper inside me.

Our speed increased and he let out a "fuck" when our positions changed and the blanket came off of us, leaving us exposed in the middle of a corridor, lying on a mattress on the floor.

I slowly started to climb on top of him and move in sync with his hips, making his cock hammer deeper inside me.

— Oh fuck. That's it!

I moaned louder than I should have and his hands fell on my breasts, squeezing them and leaving more marks.

— Fuck, holy fuck, hell, shit, so good.

He moaned and cursed in every way, pushing harder. My head fell back, his two hands grabbed my waist and went up to my breasts bouncing and put me faster making me reach the peak and cum on his cock.

— What a tight pussy, holy fuck.

He moaned, raising one hand to my neck and squeezing hard, making me close my eyes with pleasure.

— You should cum on me. Inside me.

I said shrilly and with that his hot load was poured inside me in jets. Coming out of my pussy, the stranger laid me on the mattress, opened my legs and all the sperm that was leaking was pushed back by him when two fingers dug into my pussy, not allowing me to be leaking.

At some point we fell asleep again with his cock buried in me and when I woke up practically running away from that room I'm sure I saw a chicken walking around there.

Three months later, standing in front of Amber's pool, my black bikini hugging my curves as I rested on the edge, the sun warmed my body until a shadow covered it all. My eyes opened and Amber appeared smiling.

— This is Y/n. Y/n this is Stephanie.

Amber introduced me to a woman who smiled at me gently but the look that ran over my exposed body was a little subtle. I got up from my position and smiled, trying to ignore the look on me.

— Hi, nice to meet you.

Instead of her reaching out her hand, I greeted her with two kisses on the cheek and noticed her features probably twenty years older than me. She was beautiful, but she didn't seem to put sunscreen on her face every day. Just an observation without any judgment.

— Hi. Same.

— So. Where do you know each other from?

I asked, smiling sincerely at Amber and Stephanie.

— She's married to Phil, and kind of Phil is friends with Doug and Doug is married to Tracy and Tracy, over there.

Amber pointed to a brunette woman who was leaving a man and coming towards us, of course. I had spoken to Tracy once.

— It made sense for me to bring everyone together, plus the guys will have fun too.

Amber informed taking off her swimsuit and putting it on a lounger next to my things.

— Go on, go change. Sometimes I forget you're forty.

Amber moaned, clearly joking about her friends' age and they both rolled their eyes.

— I'm 30.

Tracy retorted and Stephanie right after.

— And I'm 38. No big deal.

— Wait, you're 30?

I asked and they both looked at me.

— I mean. You don't look 30.

I lied, but I felt that when my question escaped my mouth they would both start to hate me and the afternoon would turn into a total chaos of discomfort. They were both gorgeous but if they wanted to look like they were 20 years old, forget it.

Both women smiled and thanked me and went to change in Amber's bungalow.

— Hey! Do me a favor? I made some refreshments and they're in the fridge, can you go get them? As soon as my friend asked me I left the pool area and heard her whistling like a pervert who's never seen an ass from the outside.

Walking past the outdoor lounge area, I smiled gently at the men leaning against the counter chatting and went into the kitchen to the fridge. I grabbed the pomegranate margarita pitcher because I know Amber is addicted to making this drink.

— Hey, Amber, do you need any help?

A deep voice asked behind me and I laughed softly, my hair was a little lighter than Amber's, but even so, you could mistake us for each other except for the fact that our bodies were different. My curves were more pronounced, with a slightly larger hip and larger breasts. Amber had a gorgeous model's body, thinner and more defined thighs, and everything perfect, looking like it had been custom-made.

When I turned to see who had called me Amber, the shock I took was inevitable.

— Fuck.

I swallowed hard, feeling my semi-naked body covered in tequila and pomegranate in a second. His blue eyes meet mine and quickly scanned my now wet and sticky body. Funny, it feels like I'm having some flashbacks from that night.

— Shit.

I muttered once more looking at my body and not at him. Who was he? Why is he here?

— You... you need...

He started and I denied before he even finished.

— No. Thank you.

I said turning to mine and turning on the tap. I lifted my hair and twisted it in it, with the intention of not leaving it sticky and started to run water over where it had gotten sticky.

Looking over my shoulder, I found him still there, staring at me, going up and down like a rollercoaster and taking longer when he reached my ass.

— Excuse me? Do you need anything else?

— Hm. No.

He denied, but remained there, watching me run my hands over my breasts.

My breath became more of a gasp and I swallowed hard as I still felt him there.

— Phil?

Another voice entered the house and I heard him move and shove himself into the fridge, probably grabbing a beer.

Phil? Is he Phil? HE'S MARRIED?

— Oh. You two know each other? This is Y/n. You're taking too long, I came to see if everything was okay.

Amber appeared and made me turn to look at her, but I ended up meeting his gaze.

— Yeah. I... I got a little scared and spilled on myself, but it's okay, there's plenty left.

— Great. Are you okay?

— Great.

— Let's go outside then, the sun is great.

As soon as she says that, she also takes us both to the pool area again, I watch Phil go to the others and also see Stephanie planting a kiss on his lips. Ring, they both have a ring, how did I not notice he had a ring? Had he taken it off or not? Or hadn't? Oh my God! I slept with a married man, TWICE, or more who knows how many times I sat on him that night. Shit, I slept with him sober, completely sober, what the hell is this, I helped someone cheat? Seriously, what kind of horrible person am I?

— Y/n.

My name was called and that action brought me back to reality.

— Come on.

Amber pulled me and after half an hour we were like lizards in the sun.

— Wasn't there another one? I thought Stuart had a relationship.

I asked curiously trying to take the discomfort off me.

— Melissa. Yeah, it turns out that when Doug's bachelor party happened Stu slept with a stripper and married her. Some shit like that and he didn't want the boring Melissa anymore.

Amber said and the other two laughed. It's dear, don't laugh too much, your husband fucked me a lot too.

I closed my eyes tightly and thanked the sunglasses for being good and not letting any of them see my suffering.

— You guys went to Vegas too, didn't you?

Doug asked, approaching the pool with the others.

— Yes. Wait. I wonder if we were there at the same time?

After a very long conversation about when we went, Amber and everyone there came to the conclusion that we were in the same place but me and Phil looked at each other with a look that screamed “ no shit sherlock. “

I got up quietly, saying I was going to the bathroom and when I entered the house I almost sighed in relief to hear the silence.

— Listen, that's going to have to be forgotten forever.

The voice came from behind once again and I was startled enough to let out a scream along with a startle.

— Holy crap! Stop appearing out of nowhere like that.

— We have to forget about that.

He repeated.

— Not fucking way. Seriously?

I was ironic and got annoyed with the situation.

— You have a very dirty mouth, you know that?

— Shut up. You're the one who listed a series of swear words while…

I cut my sentence and his very clear and blue eyes turned dark.

— While what?

His voice became softer as he took a step forward.

— While I what?

I said softly.

— While you was fucking me.

I said and acted like I was the one with the soft voice. He wants to play? Okay, but nobody taught him that playing with fire burns?

— While I was fucking you.

He repeated, running his tongue over his inner cheek and laughing afterwards, rubbing the palm of his hand on his beard.

— No, you weren't just fucking me, you were shoving so deep inside me that I felt you for a week, hammering your cock inside my pussy, squeezing my body against yours. But you're nothing but trash, because you're fucking married you asshole.

I slapped him and that was an impulse for him to grab my waist and pull me away from the corridor's view. Thank you Amber for choosing this house full of mazes.

— I remember how you liked it when I came inside you, how your pussy tightened around me, love, i know, i was inside you. I know that you loved when I did that.

He then turned me around and pressed my back against his chest, his right hand went up, passed over my breast and grabbed my neck tightly, making me whimper. This was so wrong, his wife is down there.

— You love being choked, don’t you? I felt your pussy tighten around me when I did that.

He applied more pressure and my hands went up to the back of his neck. His other hand, which was on my waist, went up to my breasts and replaced the tiny black bikini with his enormous hands.

— They...

I tried to complete a sentence but the pressure he was exerting on my throat made me weak in every way.

— My friends know, i’m on a work call.

— I can’t...

I whispered and he laughed, kissing my neck which now had less pressure.

— Stephanie and I aren’t doing well, okay?

He gasped as he bit my shoulder.

— But... uhm... but you’re still with her. I can’t... uhm... help you with that.

I said as I got distracted by his mouth sniffing me. His big hands turned me around and his lips glued to mine and at that moment I felt the guilt fade away, because the kiss fit? Was it because he was with all the sluts who gave themselves to him?

— Phil, we can’t do this.

I said pulling away from him, I looked for a second at the man’s face and jumped once more to his lips that accepted me well. His hands squeezed my ass hard making me moan and I felt his erection pressing against me.

— No, no. I’m not like that, I don’t do that. I don’t help cheaters.

I lamented pulling away from him and tying my bikini again. I turned away from him and heard him sigh, but he didn’t seem angry, just upset.

— I haven’t had sex in three months, the only damn thing I’ve been finding is the fucking palm of my hand. She doesn’t have sex with me, she doesn’t stay home, she doesn’t do shit. You were the last person to sit on my dick like it was the fucking salvation seat.

He said and I turned to him with a confused look.

— Any guy who wants someone to give in says that, Phil. I can’t do this to her, even if she’s horrible in your relationship.

— My life is miserable, I hate my job and I haven’t had sex in three months, do you know how serious that is?

He repeated and I laughed.

— You need to leave her if you want to fuck like crazy.

I said

— I know that. Fuck. You were the last person who gave me any kind of affection in every way, my dick doesn’t understand that it’s not like Las Vegas now and my balls are so heavy I think I think I’ll explode.

Phil buried his face in my neck and I snorted, not knowing what to do. I was soaking wet, but I wasn’t letting him fuck me right there. So I pushed him back, to the end of the corridor, and knelt down in front of him. Seeing his breath quicken, his sunglasses making him look sexier than I snorted seeing him that way.

— Be quiet.

I said, lowering his shorts and underwear and releasing his hard length almost hitting my face.

— Oh shit.

He muttered breathlessly.

My hand went up and down on his length, I stroked the head and without much fuss I put his cock in my mouth and sucked it like a popsicle. Phil’s hands fell on my hair and I accelerated the back and forth movements. My tongue ran along its veiny length and the low moans made me push it all the way into my mouth. With the tip touching my throat, I choked, but continued feeling tears starting to form in my eyes.

— you are so fucking good, Princess.

He moaned, pushing my mouth to meet the base of his cock. I'm sure I hadn’t managed to fit it all in my mouth the last time.

I sucked him for a few more minutes and he came inside my mouth, I swallowed what I could and what escaped my lips to his breasts I cleaned with my finger, sucking while looking at him panting through my eyelashes.

— Now behave.

I said getting up and leaving the corridor as if nothing had happened.

In fact, the moment I went outside I said I had to go, looking at Stephanie and Phil’s friends while everyone knew he was after me was very psychologically torturous and I hoped I wouldn’t see Phil again.

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ladypups · 4 months ago

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Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? If so, can we request cunnilingus, finger fucking, size kink, deepthroating, threesome, virginity loss, squirting, nipple play, praise kink, shibari, voice kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, body worship, crossdressing, coming in pants/underwear, and lingerie? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

Holy wow 😦 that’s a lot of questions lol, I’ll try to get through all of them!!!

Yes I will do scenarios and HC’s!!

Depends on what the suggestion is! Right now for x readers, I am more comfy with at least 1 or 2 people x reader!

I would do the same prompt multiple times!

You can request for any gender, just specify! :)

Depends on what fandom it is. Some characters I will write better than others, usually the ones I have hyperfixations on! And you can request from different fandoms, as long as I’ve watched/seen it!

I won’t do any very triggering topics like r*pe or suicide. I might do awareness for sh but that would be it.

I will do alternate universes and AU’s

Right now I’m not comfy with anything smut related on this blog, so don’t expect anything smutty from me.

And yes you can check if we’ve received a request! Just please don’t spam my inbox too much, it’s not a hassle just might get me overwhelmed.

I hope that answers all the questions <33

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loljustleave · 2 years ago

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Anyone wanna roleplay Phil Wenneck for me? I am begging respectfully 🥲😔🫡🥹

(i am open to write for your character too - 2x2 😘)

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horneybeach1 · 11 months ago

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re-watched the hangover and read all this in one hour, absolutely amazing! slays the day away. i love bradley cooper

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Summary: With Emily’s twin brother, Doug, about to get married in less than 72 hours, she gets invited to tag along to Vegas for the Bachelor Party that’s one for the books. She, her brother, her best friend, Phil, Doug’s best friend, Stu, and Doug’s soon-to-be brother-in-law, Alan, are in for the trip of a lifetime. One they’re all supposed to never forget, but somehow manage to. They must retrace their steps on a wild Vegas mystery adventure. What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas…or does it?

Warnings: Cussing, Sexual Themes, Drinking and Talk of Drug Use

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17/Finale

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grey342 · 1 year ago

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Bathroom

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - Reader has been avoiding Phil so he pulls her aside at a party to talk..

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, semi-public sex, Phil being kinda dominant, fingering, use of names (slut), edging (kinda) and unprotected sex.

authors note - *insert 'Bathroom' by Montell Fish* This was the winner from the poll, I really hope you guys like it. Thank you for being so patient, you have no idea how much it means to me! I'm going to attempt to get one fic out per week but no promises. So sorry for the wait but I hope you love it <3

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

He's been eyeing you up all night.

You’re celebrating Stu's promotion. He’s been waiting five months for this and you’re so happy that he finally got it.

You and the guys decided to do a surprise party for him with his friends, co-workers and family. You’ve been trying to distract yourself all night and keep your distance from him but, the tension hanging in the air doesn’t go unnoticed.

A couple of months ago you and Phil made a mistake. An amazing one but still, a mistake.

The group went out for their weekly hangout this time, in a bar. You had just broke up with your fifth boyfriend of the year and to say you were feeling depressed was an understatement. Phil was recently divorced and couldn’t be fucking happier. And what better way to celebrate than getting shitfaced with his best friends.

You were wearing a short green dress that showed off your cleavage and it was taking everything in Phil to not tear it off you right there and then. He was wearing his classic black button-up shirt, not done up all the way, and a pair of slacks with a bulging print in them. You had to keep your legs tightly pressed together whenever you looked at him. At one point you swore you drooled a little.

Neither of you would ever admit the sexual tension that hid in the cracks of your friendship. But it was there and it had been since high school. Moving on, a few too many drinks were had and the next morning you woke up not in your bed and not alone. Flashbacks of the night before ran rampant through your mind, you didn't want to face it so you got up and left.

You didn't speak for a couple weeks after that incident. Eventually, it came up when you had a moment alone at Doug and Tracy's:

You wait until you're one hundred percent sure everyone else is out of earshot.

"We need to talk." You say direct.

"Yeah, we do," he inhales, "i'm gonna be straight with ya' that was the best sex i've ever had." You open your mouth and close it, like a goldfish. Out of the list of things you had expected him to say, that didn't even make top 50.

"I-uh, come again?"

"No I haven't since then unfortunately." He smirks.

"Phil," You sigh disappointedly.

"C'mon, you're telling me that wasn't the best sex of your life? Hm?" He stares into your eyes. You would never admit it to him, but it really was the best night of your life. You remember the way he used his hands and mouth. How he made you scream with only two fingers. You were awakened from your daydreaming by his chuckling.

"That's what I thought."

"Phil I have no idea-"

"Yeah sure you don't now listen, I had a good time, you had a good time. Both of us just got out of a relationship so we're not looking for anything too serious. So I propose a friends with benefits agreement."

"What?" You say, almost too loudly.

"Lower your voice, I mean I don't see the big deal. All it would be is meaningless sex, anytime we want. NO strings attached. And we could break it off at any point. What do you say?" He puts out his hand.

"Really? We're gonna shake on it?," his expression doesn't falter, "fine. But we have to agree to not catch feelings and if we do we must break off the agreement immediatley."

"Sweetheart, don't take this the wrong way but that's not gonna happen." He nodded towards his hand and you shook it, not realising what the hell you just got yourself into.

Back to the present moment, you were talking with some of Stu's work colleagues when you felt a presence behind you:

"Sorry guys do you mind if I steal her for one second?" A voice you would recognise in a crowd of screaming people says. All the men nodded as you felt a strong hand grip your arm and drag you away.

He pulled you into the bathroom, shoved you against the door and locked it. You try to avoid his gaze but he grabs your chin forcing you to look at him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He grunts.

"Avoiding you? I'm not avoiding you."

"Don't lie to me." He hardens his grip, squishing your cheeks together. You thighs clamp together.

"I'm not lying to-" Your cut of by your own moan as his hands reach under your dress and rub over your clit through your panties.

"What was that? Hm?" He prompts but your mind is too fogged with the pleasure he's currently giving you.

He moves his other hand from your face down to your breasts and begins fondling them, playing with your nipples through the fabric. Your head is spinning.

"What, you like that?," he scoffs, "of course you do." Your eyes are screwed shut but you know he has a cocky grin on his face.

He stops his actions completley and before you can protest, he pulls down your panties and shoves his two fingers inside you, curling them also. You let out a loud moan, aware that anyone passing by would've heard it.

He must've seen the slight panic on your face because he says: "Don't be shy baby, let them hear how much of a slut you are for me." You moan in response.

You hear his belt being undone as well as his fly, you look down seeing his bulging dick through his pants. You move your hand, pull him out and begin to slowly pump your hand up and down. He moans loudly as you start to kiss his neck. He moves his fingers faster, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. Your pace quickens as you look up at him he places his mouth on yours, sharing breaths.

"Shit, i'm close." You squeak out. Hearing this he stops his movements. You open your mouth to curse at him when he silences you by thrusting into you, you wrap your legs around his hips and claim his mouth.

The pair of you fight for dominance in a clash of teeth and tongues. He ultimately wins, thrusting up into you at a pace that has you moving up and down the wall. You break away to catch your breath, he bites your bottom lip and pull on it lightly. You let out a whimper and claw at his back.

"You like that? You dirty little slut, this is what you get for avoiding me.." He speaks deeply. You can feel yourself getting close.

"Phil.." You warn, tears forming in your eyes.

"Scream my name baby, let everybody know who's fucking you this good." His hand moves down to rub harsh circles on your clit.

"Oh shit.."

"That's it let it all out, cum for me baby.." He groans, he leans down, kissing and sucking your neck. You moan in unison, he finds your sweet spot and bites down.

"Fuck!" You scream out the pleasure exploding over you, your legs begin to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Phil whimpers, shooting his load inside of you. Once you calm down and your legs stop shaking, he places you on the ground. You look at yourself in the mirror and fix your appearance as an attempt to look presentable. After he pulls his pants up, he grabs your panties and puts them on for you. Raising to your level he says:

"Now your gonna go back to that party with my cum still inside you," he kisses you, "meet me outside at 9. We're not done yet." He gives you one last kiss, a slap on the ass and opens the door for you.

You walk out the door with a huge grin on your face and Phil's cum trickling down down your legs.

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oncasette · 2 years ago

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗 (𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗡)

phil wenneck x fem!reader

summary: 3k.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna make me beg for it? I’ll beg for it,” he sighs as he keens further into you. The tip of his nose grazes your clit through the cotton as he drags his lips across your thighs. You drag your hand through his sandy locks, pushing your fingers through the waves of hair and moving the few strands that had fallen away from his forehead.

or the one where phil’s late. again. and he’s got some major groveling to do. dedicated to my inspiration & motivation @gretagerwigsmuse

warnings: smut, piv, oral (f! reciving), fingering, a lil bit of spit kink if you squint, porn with like an eensy teensy bit of plot

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He was late. Is late. Still.

You should’ve expected it, honestly. When has he ever been on time for a goddamn thing in his life? Correction. Your life. Phil was always on time for his friends. For Doug—maybe not his wedding—and Stu.

But for you?

No, you should’ve expected this.

The clock on the oven blinked as you stared at it, the food you’d cooked already cold despite never leaving the frying pan. Despite the fact that Phil said he’d be home by five and you’d started cooking at six.

You give it about thirty more seconds of staring at the front door from your spot at the dining room table before you’re forcing yourself up from the rigid chair to slug off to the bedroom. Despite struggling with the zipper, you tug the dress down your body and let it pool around your ankles as you look at yourself in the mirror. Phil had always loved that dress. It’d been the cause of your being late to an event more than a few times, Phil’s self control being so lackluster you’d barely gotten a single foot out of the door before he was dragging you back into your bedroom.

Your fingers trace the underwire of your bra. You’d worn this for him, too. The set he’d bought you for Valentine’s last year. Cherry red lace that just barely covered you, matching panties that left nothing to the imagination, and stockings that hooked to the rest of the ensemble with a garter.

You peel it off with the grimace, replacing it with white, cotton panties and a bra you’d owned for years. Since college, you think. Since before you’d met Phil.

It was all just so frustrating. He’d promised he’d be home on time this time. Crossed his heart, hoped to die, pinky sweared on it.

Your face burns as you rifle through your shared closet. Even while pissed off at him, you can’t help the way you gravitate toward his end of the closet. Unable to resist the urge to feel close to him, to smell him wrapped around you. What an asshole. You grab one of his button downs, sighing as you yank it off the hanger. It takes you a minute, grappling with the few buttons done at the top, before you toss it onto the bed behind you.

You stand in front of it for a while. Staring. Contemplating. It isn’t until you hear the key in the door that you make the decision to actually put it on.

He calls your name from the front door as you slide your arms through the sleeves. You button enough of the top couple buttons to keep yourself decent. You wanna make him suffer, even if only a little bit.

“Honey?” you hear him drop his bag on the table beside the door, hear him kick his shoes off. Hear him groan and grumble out a handful of various expletives.

He calls your name experimentally as he moves toward the bedroom. He’s leaned against the frame when you open the door, both hands holding up his weight from where he’s placed them at the head of the frame. The heady scent of his cologne has your brain going fuzzy at the sight of him.

“You’re late, Wenneck,” you say. His breath catches in his throat. Wenneck. Not stud or baby or even just Phil. Wenneck.

You gesture for him to move, sliding past him in the small space he offers. He follows after like a kicked puppy.

“I can explain,” he starts.

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” you say as you move to grab the food sitting out on the counter. You’d left it on the stove with the hopes it’d stay warm longer. It's been cold for a while now, though.

Pressing the tab on the trash can with your foot, you scoop the full contents of the frying pan into the garbage bag. Phil stands behind you, hands on his hips as he attempts to wrestle for some semblance of ground.

You turn to face him. “Well. Explain.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“I didn’t mean to. You should’ve been here,” you say as you drop the pan in the sink.

“I know, sweetheart. I just- I got tied up at work,” he says. “You know how Kathy gets on Fridays and-”

“Kathy’s in love with you,” you say, nearly snorting. You spin on your heels to face him, using the kitchen counter behind you to support your weight as you lean against it.

“Kathy is not…” he sighs. “That’s not the point. Look-”

He steps closer to you. His hands come out instinctively, reaching for your hips. The look you give him has him dropping them to his sides, barely a foot between the two of you.

“I shouldn’t have been late, I know that, baby. But, I’m here now,” he says. You lean forward, pushing yourself off the counter until you’re close enough to feel his breath fanning across your mouth. The scent of the gum he always chews when he gets stressed hits your nose. Spearmint. Hooking your fingers into his belt loop, you pull his body into yours.

“Make it up to me,” you exhale. He nods, jaw slack as he leans in to kiss you only for your head to turn at the last second and his mouth to smack against your cheek.

“What-“

You click your tongue. “That’s something you gotta earn, Mr. Wenneck.”

Phil’s eyes roll into the back of his head, face dropping to press his forehead into yours.

“Baby,” he exhales. He kisses your cheekbone.

His teeth graze your skin as he trails his mouth lower. Your brain goes a bit fuzzy when he kisses the seam of your jaw.

You feel his hands grip your hips, palms splayed as he uses his index finger to tap twice. A signal for you to help him lift you onto the counter. As soon as he’s got you up, he’s moving to kneel between your thighs. It’s a view you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. The warmth in his gaze as he looks up at you with those cataclysmically blue eyes, the curl of his hair behind his ears.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on, you know that?”

One of his hands finds its way up your thigh, under the hem of your shirt, and up your torso until his fingers are toying with the padding in your bra.

His name drips down your tongue like a prayer.

Already, he’s wearing you down. Bit by bit. Letter by letter. Slowly but surely.

“It won’t happen again,” he exhales, sliding his hands up your thighs until they’re resting just below the hemline of your underwear. He’s so warm, always running so hot that you feel like you’re gonna start sweating at any moment under his touch.

“You said that last time, hot shot,” you say.

“You made me feel really stupid, you know. Felt like shit just sitting here just staring at the door… oh,” you gasp as he begins to suck a purple mark onto your thigh. “Just waiting for my boyfriend to stroll through it whenever he pleases.”

“I know. I know,” he groans as he presses a kiss to your clothed cunt. “Let me make it up to you, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“You can do better than that, pretty boy,” you say.

He moves up your body enough to bite the elastic seam of your panties, snapping it against your skin in a way that has you jumping against him. The palm of his hand plants itself against your knee, spreading your legs apart more to give him the space to press his body further into you.

“I had on that dress you like,” you hum as you place your hands on the table behind you to lean your weight back on them. You feel him groan against you, eyes falling shut. “That lingerie you like, too.”

You want to make him suffer, just a little. As a treat.

“You’re killing me, here, honey,” he winces.

“‘S the point,” you gasp as he hooks his fingers into your panties. His tongue is flat as he licks a stripe up your clothed cunt. Slowly, dragging the muscle and dampening the fabric before he pulls back enough to pull the obstruction down your legs at a devastating pace. It catches on your knee for a second, forcing him to tug harder until he’s got the flimsy garment totally off, balling it up to tuck into the back pocket of his pants.

The first thing you feel is cold air being blown against your slick, sending your hips jumping forward into his touch.

“So sensitive for me already,” he hums as he kisses and nips at the plush skin of your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper just as you feel the tip of his nose prod your clit. He licks a broad stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, gathering the wetness that had already begun to pool there.

“God, so wet, too,” he groans against you, sending shockwaves through your nerve endings.

“Get to it, Wenneck,” you say, though it comes out shakier than you’d intended.

“Already back to Wenneck, hm?” he asks, using the tip of his tongue to prod at your entrance.

“Gotta… Gotta… oh,” you gasp. Every thought in your head stalls as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard until you’re keening your hips further into his touch. He brings a hand up swipe through your arousal. It oozes out of you until his fingers are shiny.

“I think she forgives me, don’t you, pretty girl?” he asks as he presses small kisses to the bundle of nerves.

Nodding, you sink your teeth down into your bottom lip. You’re not sure you trust yourself to say much of anything to the man right now. He curls his fingers until just his middle finger is pressing against your dripping hole, just barely pushing in. His mouth slows to a languid pace as he continues to drag his tongue against you.

Pulling back just enough to spit on your clit, he uses the mixture of your slick and his drool to push his finger fully into you.

“More,” you mumble, craving the stretch of more than just a single digit.

“You want more?” he chuckles against you. “I’ll give you more, baby. Whatever you want.”

He pushes his ring finger in with the middle, curling them both as they graze against the spongy spot deep inside you.

“Oh, god, Phil!” you whine.

“That’s right. Say my name,” he gloats.

“Phil,” you exhale. The third finger he adds has you seeing stars.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I know you can,” he says. “Know you want to.”

He sucks on your clit again, sending you spiraling into your orgasm faster than you have a chance to latch on to your boyfriend. His tongue stills, knowing how sensitive you get as you cum, and his fingers slow as he helps you ride out your climax.

As soon as the waves of your orgasm have finished washing over you, he’s standing, cradling your head in his hands as he slants his lips over yours. His tongue rolls against yours as he licks into your mouth. His hands drop to grip the backs of your knees, pulling you forward until your body is flush with his own. Until you can feel the throb of his cock through his pants against your center.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?” he mumbles against your lips. “Show you just how sorry I am?”

“Please,” you whine, again. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted him more, rolling your hips into his as he slowly undoes the buttons of your shirt. Your hands find his belt, struggling to get it open with the haze still hanging over your senses. His hands cover yours as he slowly moves them away just enough to un-notch the belt. But he allows you to take over from there.

“We’ve got all night,” he says when he hears your breathing waiver. He brings a hand up to smooth along your spine, palm splayed wide across the expanse of your back.

“Don’t care. Need you,” you mumble as your ankles hook around the backs of his thighs.

“I thought I was supposed to be apologizing to you, sweetheart,” he exhales.

“You’re forgiven,” you say. “You’re so forgiven. Now fuck me, hot shot.”

“Yes ma’am,” he groans as he presses his body as close to yours as possible. His hand finds your hip, tapping twice as a signal for you to hook your ankles around his waist, before he’s sliding both hands up under your ass to pick you up from the counter top. He keeps his mouth glued to any open skin he can find contact with as he carries you the short distance from your kitchen to your bedroom, teeth nipping at the seam of your jaw before he’s dropping you on the mattress.

Leaning up on your elbows, you watch as he tugs his pants and boxers down his legs in one go, the difficult part having already been done. Undoing his shirt takes a little longer, seconds maybe, as he rushes through the buttons of his shirt so fast you’re worried he’s gonna pop a couple of them. You undo the three buttons still done on your own shirt, slipping it off your shoulders to leave yourself bare to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says once he drops the button-down onto the small pile of clothes he’d created in front of your bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he moves to frame your body between your spread thighs.

“Right back at you, handsome,” you say as he leans down to kiss you only for you to press a hand to his chest and stop him just centimeters away from your lips. “Though, you could work on your punctuality.”

He starts to fight back, mouth opening with the beginning of a retort before you cut him off.

“I know, I know,” you peck his lips once. “Just teasing.”

“Vixen,” he snickers before he’s bridging the gap to kiss you fully. His cock throbs against you, reminding you of the need pulsing through you. You reach down to wrap your hand around his length. Phil hisses through clenched teeth.

You tug on his cock slowly, barely dragging your hand up the length of him in a way that has him shuddering against you.

“Need you,” you mumble. “In me.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” he hums as you line him up.

The initial push in has both of you groaning, your cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate the intrusion.

“Jesus,” he grunts. “So fucking tight.”

He pushes in slowly, inching forward until he’s bottomed out and you feel so full you think you can feel him in your throat. The first pull out is agonizingly slow. He’s nearly pulled out of you completely, leaving just the head of his cock notched within your walls.

“Fuck me, Phil. Please,” you groan as you dig the heels of your feet into his ass in an effort to get him to move.

“Well, I thought you would want something a little-”

“Goddamnit, Phil,” you say as you push your heels into him further, driving his cock an inch or so deeper at a pace that elicits a whimper from you.

He builds up to a bruising pace after that. His fingers dig into your waist to keep himself steady as he punches that spot inside of you with the tip of his cock again. You bring your own hand down to circle your clit, needing just that little bit of friction to bring you back to the edge, only for Phil to smack your hand away and replace your thumb with his own.

“Get outta here with that,” he mumbles as he drags his lips along yours. “Playing with yourself while I fuck you.”

The pressure sends your brain into a thick muck of fog.

Gasping out his name, you drop your head back onto the pillow with your eyes rolled back into your skull.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me again?” he asks.

“Yes,” you say. “Yes yes yes.”

“Soak my cock, baby. Want to feel this pretty pussy clamped around me,” he mumbles as his hips stutter with the signal of his own orgasm.

Your walls flutter around him as you cum, his name on your lips and the taste of him on your tongue. Your chest heaves as his thrusts still. His cum coats you in thick, warm spurts.

“I really am sorry,” he says. “I was going to be home on time. I set an alarm on my phone and everything and then-” “I know,” you say as you push his hair back from his forehead. He pulls out of you with a deep exhale, skin damp with sticky sweat. Collapsing back onto the mattress, he tugs you into his chest.

“I want to make it up to you.” “You did,” you say as he ghosts his fingers across the length of your arm.

“I want to make it up to you with more than just my dick,” he laughs. A laugh that has you laughing with him in moments.

“You can make breakfast,” you offer.

“Sure,” he hums, pecking the side of your head. “Hope you like microwave bacon.”

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blondedmuse · 2 years ago

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DRUNK IN LOVE

phil wenneck x famous!reader

synopsis. ꩜ taking phil to celebrate you best friend’s birthday in monte carlo. and the morning after.

author's note. ∿ broke my hiatus just to write about this man. fluff

word count. ⨾ 1.6k

“You’re staring,” You tell Phil while he watches—stares at you as you get ready, putting on your earrings and the final touches of your look for the night.

“I can’t help it, baby,” He grins, walking up to you, his hands landing on your dress-adorned waist while his head perches on your shoulder as he looks into the reflection of the en suite bathroom mirror.

“You of all people should know what you do to me,” He whispered and you could feel his grin by the way his teeth grazed your ear. And you knew it wasn’t going away any time soon.

“How crazy I am about you.” It was the truth. The whole truth and nothing but. He was a lucky guy and he was reminded everyday. Especially now he thought, unable to keep his eyes off the way the dress hugged your curves in all the right places. However, that’s not to say you weren’t a lucky girl.

It was hard to find someone genuinely interested in you; not interested in your status or solely for the fact of being seen with you. Phil didn’t care in the slightest. You thought maybe he’d change, that maybe he’d end up using you, that maybe his interests would turn elsewhere, that maybe he was just like the others. But they stayed the same, he stayed the same. The same english teacher you spilled your coffee on in a cafe in California, and the same english teacher who had no clue who you were then.

Truth be told, he didn’t like the limelight. It wasn’t made for him the way it was made for you, he would say. And so you kept him out of that part of your life as much as you could and he thanked you for it.

Albeit, It was harder than it proved to be because the paparazzi always seemed to get their way and there wasn’t really any way around it. You could stop some photos from circulating, but not them altogether. So, when you asked Phil to come to Monte Carlo with you to celebrate your best friends birthday and watch the Monaco Grand Prix, it was safe to say you were a bit hesitant.

“F’course, I’ll go.” But he wasn’t. He would do anything if you wanted, and he made it clear that all you had to do was ask. And who was he to turn down the opportunity to watch F1? You and he were content with the private life you had—as private as it could be. But there were some times where you wanted to show off. Especially when he looked the way he did.

“I could say the same about you,” You whisper back, turning to face him in his hold. “You’ve always looked good in all black. But to be honest you look good in anything—preferably nothing.”

He exhaled, trying to grasp onto to the self control he felt slipping through his fingers.

“What time does the party start?” He asks looking down at you and you swore you saw his pupils dilate with need.

“Eight.” You answer and he smiles. “But the driver’s here already,” you continue and his head drops.

“We have fifteen minutes-”

“For the drive,” you tell him, leaving him in the bathroom to grab your clutch. “We always have the way back.”

He scoffs light-heartedly, following after you. “Yeah, if you’re not gonna be fucking hammered, baby.”

“No promises,” you laugh, taking his hand, dragging him downstairs to the car that was awaiting your arrival.

The drive was quick and smooth and when you arrived the venue was bustling with people, but to your luck, void of any flashing cameras. Taking notes of this, Phil took his time as he got out from his side of the car, circling around to yours and opening the door for you. He offered his hand out for you to grab, which you gladly accepted, exiting the vehicle.

Your arms wrapped around his right as you walked into the club and past the line of people out front, where you were immediately spotted by your best friend, Mia.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” She exclaimed, hugging you.

“As if I’d miss it.”

You both laughed and she turned to Phil, greeting him. “Nice to see you again, Phil,” she smiled, giving him a brief hug as well.

He sighed playfully. “I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

She laughed. “Dream big, they say.” You talked for a few minutes before she took you farther back into the club.

You wish you could say you’d remember the night by the time you woke up in the morning, but with how you’d spent it you weren’t so sure. With the way you drinking it was like you had your sights set on blacking out. You were having the time of your life, evidently so, and alcohol was just conveniently within arms reach at all times. Eventually (and surprisingly), Phil was the one to cut you off to save you tomorrow’s embarrassment, but that didn’t stop you from dragging him to the dance floor. He had his fair share of drinks, so the option of denying you was already out the window.

You danced until your feet hurt and you danced some more. You knew you had to go back to the hotel when the pain was too much and you had no champagne to keep it down. But by then it was early morning and the party was on its last legs, people leaving as they pleased.

As you were saying your incoherent goodbyes to Mia, Phil sobered up the best he could, eyeing the paparazzi that appeared the entrance.

“You ready?” He asked, walking up to you, marveling at how you were still standing. You replied only with a nod, leaning into his frame as he accepted yours with open arms.

“There’s paparazzi out front, do you wanna go out the back?” You weighed your options—the best your melted mind could—before shaking your head.

“No, I told the driver to be out front, so either way we’d have to go out there anyway,” you answered, trying your best not to slur your words, but your attempt remained unsuccessful.

“Great. Okay, let’s go.” He waved goodbye to Mia, while planting his hand firmly around your waist, walking you out the club. The moment the doors opened, the two of you were met by blinding lights. Phil’s arm immediately went to block your eyes the best they could while guiding you through the sea of people.

“Fuck, it’s so bright,” you slurred, but only loud enough so that Phil could hear.

“I know, baby. Stay with me, we gotta get to the car, okay,” He told you before he checking his pockets for the sunglasses he kept for times like this. Once he found them they were yours, blocking out the lights obstructing your view ahead of you. The camera’s couldn’t catch it but your expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Wait who are you again?”

“Your boyfriend, honey.”

You laughed. “That’s funny, I already have one.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he mumbled to himself as he opened the car door for you, grateful it wasn’t to far. He got in after you, the car taking off right as soon as he was settled.

“So…do you have a girlfriend?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah but she doesn’t know how to drink.”

“That’s a shame,” you giggled, followed by a hiccup.

“Here, have some water,” Phil told you, handing you a bottle he grabbed from the side of the car door. You obliged blissfully as he reached for your feet, undoing your heels in his lap and you squealed as you felt his touch. It was so soft but so distinctly his.

“Where is she tonight, your girlfriend?” You lifted his sunglasses from your face, letting them sit in you hair as you talked.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

You took one more sip of your water before capping it and putting it on the floor.

“I could if I knew. I could also tell you that I could show you a good time,” You moved your feet in his lap, dangerously close to the place you wanted then the most.

He shook his head with that same grin he wore all night. “You are so wasted right now, baby.”

The rest of the night was hazy and the morning arrived with a pounding in your skull. You woke up before Phil for the sole reason of sticking your head in the toilet to empty the contents of your stomach. Phil woke up quickly after, your empty spot on the bed subconsciously telling him you weren't there. He looked for where you could've been which didn't take too long once he heard you from the bathroom.

"I see last night caught up to you," He spoke softly as he sat down next to you on the floor, his voice low and raspy. He held your hair back as you retched, wincing a little.

"Good girl. Let it out, baby," he lulled as his free hand rubbed your back. He stayed like that, comforting you when heaved just a little too hard and he would continue to do so whether you wanted it or not. When he didn't hear you anymore he got up from the floor to go to the sink, filling up one of the many complimentary cups the hotel offered with water. He sat back down again and handed it to you.

"You okay?" He asks and you nod, drinking the water. Once you're done the two of you sit like that for a few moments, soaking in each other. Your head rests in the nape of his neck, your body in his lap, and his head on yours. The early morning is calm in Monte Carlo and so are you.

"We should get breakfast, yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree.

"Get you some coffee for that hangover," He suggested, mumbling into your hair. While sobriety had kicked in and the effects of alcohol were long gone, there was a part of you that always felt the way you were when you were drunk. He felt it too. Or maybe you were just in love.

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