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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 23: Free Use

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Words: 2,570

Warnings: free use, threesome, degradation, PIV, oral sex (m receiving), a little bit of gagging, cock warming, sub!reader, dom!gwil, dom!ben, some spanking, fingering, a little bit of too quick penetration, possessive kink, implied bondage, implied somnophilia,

A/N: I guess this fits in the Taking Control verse. I wrote a sequel to it last kinktober so...heres another? Although apparently im allergic to writing another dom reader in this series ksfjksfksjdksjdksjd

Gwil was the first to arrive. Hardly surprising since he was always more punctual than Ben. Besides, it had been his idea to make the bet in the first place, of course he’d want to claim his prize before Ben did. Ben hadn’t even realised you were serious about it at first, although he was quick to side with Gwil once he had. So, when Gwil pressed your doorbell nearly fifteen minutes early, shopping bag of snacks for a movie marathon at his side, all you could do was sigh and let him in. “You excited?” He asked, emptying a bag of crisps into a bowel. “For the movie night? Sure. What’s not to be excited for.” Gwil ignored your feigned stupidity, “Judging by your outfit you are.” You glanced down at your dress, and then back at Gwil impertinently “Well I was going to wear jeans but, as you so helpfully reminded me, you require easy access.” Gwil laughed, “I hope you get this attitude under control before Ben gets here. We won after all, we expect you to be gracious about it.” “If you’re trying to call me a sore loser you’re wrong.” “Not sore yet but after a week of being our free use fuck toy you will be, I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, point is, I am kind of excited about this. I think it’ll be fun actually. We’ll probably need to discuss logistics at some point though. Like, I know you’ll probably stay over tonight but what about the rest of the week? Are you going to come here looking for me whenever you want a nice hole to get off in? Or am I expected to drop everything and come to you when you call? I don’t think either of us were thinking of that when we made the bet, but it’ll be fun to figure out I’m sure.” Gwil blinked, a little taken aback that you’d thought about it so much, or at least that you’d admitted you were excited, “Oh. yeah, I’m sure we’ll work that out. But I’m glad you’re as keen as I am.” “Doesn’t mean I won’t get you back for it though.” Gwil snorted, the sincerity of a moment before disappearing, and glanced at the clock, “Well, Ben’ll be here soon and I think I should get it in at least once before then. So,” he clicked and then started working on getting his pants undone, “Bend over.” You let out a huff as if you had better things to do, always ready to push his buttons, but complied, bracing yourself on the kitchen bench so Gwil could flip up your skirt. He inhaled sharply as he realised you weren’t wearing any panties. “Easy access,” you reminded him. “Good girl.” he ran his fingers along your already wet slit, “I knew you were excited.” You didn’t bother to say he shouldn’t be surprised since you’d already told him as much. It didn’t seem important when his fingers were parting your lips, exploring your cunt. You pressed back against his hand and he chuckled to himself.

Gwil didn’t waste too much time on foreplay. He stretched you a little on his fingers but his determination to finish in you before Ben arrived meant he was quick to press his tip against your hole. You hissed at the stretch, just shy of a sting. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” he grunted, “By the end of the week we won’t need to finger you at all” He stilled for a moment, seeming to be just enjoying the feeling of your cunt, his hands roaming over your sides and around to your breasts, “You’ll be so easy to fuck, full of cum and dripping wet from being our whore.” You whined, pitching forward at he suddenly thrust, pushing himself deeper. Gwil lay a slap to your arse as he thrust again, “Stay still, I’m trying to enjoy my cunt.” His possessive words sent a shiver through you. The idea that you would essentially belong to Gwil and Ben for the next week made your head spin, and you moaned as Gwil settled into a steady pace. It must have turned Gwil on just as much, the idea of owning your body and all the potential things he and Ben could do with you, because he came rather quicker than normal. You could have found his enthusiasm much hotter if he’d made any attempt to get you off too but when, after he’d pulled out, you pouted about not getting any relief, he’d just laughed. “That’s not really my concern. Your pleasure was never part of the agreement, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll manage at least a few orgasms just from how frequently we’ll be fucking you, but your purpose this week is just to take our cocks whenever we feel like giving them to you. If you’re lucky one of us will get a craving for cunt and eat you out until you cry.” All you could do was whimper and pout and hope that he didn’t mean it. “Careful Y/N. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll get hard again, you know I love it when you beg.” “I’m not begging.” He made a derisive little snort. “You’re such a prick. Next time we make a bet I’ll win and then I’ll have two free use cocks to play with.” “Ben’d enjoy that I’m sure, but I won’t be losing.” Before you could respond, the doorbell rang. Gwil grabbed the bowl of crisps, grinning, “Speak of the devil. You go let him in, I’ll choose a movie,” he instructed, slapping your ass lightly as he left the kitchen. “Prick!” you called after him as he headed out to the couch, but it was playfully meant and he just laughed.

“What’s he done now?” Ben asked as soon as you opened the door, clearly having heard your comment to Gwil. “Oh nothing, you know how he gets when I let him dom.” Ben laughed and followed you inside, “How many times has he fucked you since he arrived?” “Just the once.” “You sound disappointed,” “Only because,” you raised your voice a little so Gwil would hear, “he’s getting old and can’t last as long.” “Don’t listen to her.” Gwil said holding out the crisps to both of you, “She’s just salty that a free use toy doesn’t always get to cum. Anyway, movies ready to go.” Ben swung his backpack off his shoulder, opened it, and pulled out a pack of beers, “Drinks are sorted.” He collapsed onto the couch and began undoing his fly, “and I’ve been looking forward to this for days Y/N.” “Which hole sir?” you asked, readily falling into sub mode for Ben. He was too sweet to get the bratty behaviour you reserved for Gwil. “Mouth,” he said after a moment's thought. You dropped to your knees eagerly, shuffling forward until you were between his knees. “He gets a sir and I don’t?” Gwil huffed. You just shrugged and offered him a quick smile before you bent over to spit on Ben’s cock. Ben let out a breath like he was finally relaxing as you took him in your hand, pumping his shaft. He opened his beer, took a handful of crisps and asked Gwil how is week had been. You focused on his cock, almost salivating with how keen you were to taste him again. He was stiffening against your palm so you leant over him and drew your tongue around his head a few times, pleased when you elicited an audible reaction. He gasped and his free hand landed in your hair, pushing you down closer to his cock. With a quiet chuckle to yourself you let him guide you, taking his tip between your lips. It was a familiar sensation and you let yourself fall into a rhythm you knew Ben liked, slowly bobbing up and down on his length as you adjusted and took more of him. But, before you’d even managed to get more than a couple of inches down, Ben halted you. His fingers tightened in your hair, and he interrupted his conversation with Gwil to murmur a quiet instruction for you to still. “No, no, Y/N. I just want you to warm me for now. I’m trying to talk to Gwil and you’re very distracting.” And with that, his attention was elsewhere, Gwil continuing whatever story he’d started telling. Instantly you were hyper aware of the weight of Ben’s cock resting on your tongue and the slick pooling between your legs. You’d already been wet and horny from being fucked over the kitchen counter. Sucking Ben off wouldn’t have given you that relief but it would have helped. You liked being submissive and pleasing your boys, you liked knowing you could make them feel that good. But now you weren’t even getting that second hand pleasure that a successful blowjob would have given you. All you had to think about was the cock in your mouth – the feel of it, the scent, the taste – and the growing need to cum.

Ben made you wait for what felt like an eternity. In the time you were knelt between his knees, cock in your mouth, waiting, Ben and Gwil successfully covered all the most important bits of the previous week, and some of the more mundane bits too. They’d started the movie, continuing to talk as it played, sometimes with relevant information about the film and sometimes just other stuff they remembered. You had begun to whimper. Saliva had filled your mouth and eventually spilled over, running down your chin and over Ben’s shaft. You’d gagged once or twice, the sensation of him resting on your tongue combined with the excess spit just uncomfortable enough to cause the reaction. Both he and Gwil had shushed you when you did though, as though you were intentionally interrupting them. Though they hadn’t minded so much when you’d moaned after listening to them discussing how nice it was to own an obedient set of holes. They were planning how to use you, debating different ideas, working out a fare way for them both to get their share. And you’d been so turned on by the whole thing – the physical position you were in, the way they talked as if you weren’t in the room, the possessive language they used, and the reminder that they’d torment you for days on end – that you’d had no choice but to moan wetly around Ben’s cock. It all made you feel so ridiculously submissive. But, if you’d thought that their delight at your sounds would be enough to make Ben actually fuck your mouth, you were wrong. He made you wait just long enough that you’d begun to worry he wouldn’t ever let you blow him. But finally, he pressed against your head and you gratefully sank lower. It made you twice as enthusiastic as you would have been otherwise, determined to prove your gratitude and obedience. They still shushed you whenever you gagged though, so you had to be careful about taking too much at once. It all made your head spin and you found yourself squirming in place, trying to get some stimulation to your cunt. Ben didn’t pay any attention to that though, and neither did Gwil. Not until after Ben had held you down as he came.

You swallowed his cum and looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “She’s a right mess now,” Ben had laughed, tucking his spent cock away for the time being. “Up here, whore,” Gwil said, tapping his lap, “I want a better look. You nodded, all desire to be bratty to him gone, and did as he asked, blushing slightly when you realised you were wet enough to darken the fabric of his pants where you rested. He examined you, holding your cheeks between his fingers so he could see where cum and spit had run over your face, where tears had smudged your makeup, where your hair had been pulled out of place. You were nearly panting, trying to resist the urge to grind against the tent in his pants. When Gwil seems satisfied with your generally messy appearance, he manoeuvred you around, telling you to watch the movie as he spread your legs with firm hands. But you could barely pay attention, whining as he teased your cunt, touching you lightly. “Quiet.” he warned, shoving three fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them and whimpered around them. “Fuck, if I wasn’t hard before I am now. Perfect little fucktoy, making it so easy for us to use her. She’s practically dripping.” He laughed, to Ben. But he said softly against your ear, “Need your cunt again.” before pushing you off him so he could get his dick out once more. “Please Sir,” you whined as he pulled you back, his cock splitting you open again. “Quiet or we’ll stop using your cunt.” He warned, slapping his palm over your mouth, “fuck yourself, go on.” You nodded and began to move on his cock, the balls of your feet pressing hard against the floor so you could raise yourself up, your breathing inhibited slightly by the way he was covering your face. “Good girl, there you go.” Gwil cooed, reaching around to pull your breasts out of your dress.

For the rest of the movie you were passed from lap to lap. Once Gwil had cum again, Ben decided it was only fair he should get to feel your cunt too, forcing you to kneel on the floor so he could take you from behind. You’d almost forgotten how into domming you Ben could get, but the way he grabbed your arse cheeks as he railed into you, occasionally laying a harsh spank for fun, was a good reminder. And, as much as Gwil might have wanted to keep you denied, you did manage a couple of good orgasms. Ben was the first to give you one, always a little softer than Gwil was, but you moaned so loud and so much and thanked him so profusely that Gwil couldn’t let himself be out done. His competitive side came out and he forced another orgasm from you with his fingers as he left marks along your throat and shoulder as if to claim you or at least claim the title of most dominant. The credits of the movie took you by surprise as you came down from that orgasm. “What now?” you panted, not sure whether they planned to keep going with the movie marathon charade or if they had anything more specific planned out. “Well, there are more movies,” Gwil suggested. “But she’s such a distraction,” Ben countered, sounding almost like he was reading a bad script, “I barely know what we just watched.” “Hmm....” Gwil rubbed his chin in thought, giving you a quick wink just to confirm your suspicions that they had a plan, “We could tie her to the bed and whenever we wanted to, go in and fuck one of her holes.” Ben grinned as he watched your expression, “Oh I like that. Think she does too.” “Of course she does. She’s probably hoping we stay the night and keep our cocks warm in her while she sleeps.” “Maybe we should then.”

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy smut #gwilym lee smut #ben hardy imagine #gwilym lee imagine #(i got stuck like halfway through this one so i hope the ending makes sense lmao)

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almightyellie · 2 years

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gwilym lee masterlist

titles marked with a ♥︎ include smut

one shots

⇢ bookworm ♥︎

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

⇢ if it means a lot to you

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

⇢ around the world and back

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

⇢ fools ♥︎

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

⇢ rio

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

⇢ something stupid

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

⇢ heaven falls

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

⇢ i lived ♥︎

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

⇢ carolina ♥︎

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

⇢ p.s. i love you

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

⇢ everything that glitters

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

⇢ cold december night

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

⇢ patience

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

⇢ classy girls

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

⇢ would that i

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

series

⇢ secret for the mad (part 1) ♥︎

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

⇢ would you be so kind (part 2) ♥︎

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

⇢ absolutely smitten (part 3) ♥︎

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

blurbs

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

all mini blurbs can be found here!

⇢ dad!gwil

⇢ prof!gwil

⇢ dad!prof!gwil

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee oneshot #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee series #masterlist

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bohemiansweede · 1 year

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Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️Enjoy also my Queen novel collection

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dirtykpopsnaps · 2 years

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For the same follower ( @bangtanmix73 ) I’m talking to…male sub smuts! I’ll list the person/character’s name and then smuts

Bucky Barnes

Gwilym Lee

Ben Hardy

Ethan Nestor (CrankGamePlays on YouTube)

Dean Winchester

(very MILD sub!Dean)

Eddie Munson

https://unsheath.tumblr.com/post/686544952848793600/can-i-keep-going-deep-brown-eyes-flicker-to

Chan

(Force subbing)

Han Jisung

Check @/Wildernessuntothemselves on here. Look for “Noona Do You Have A Boyfriend”

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lovehelpmewrite · 4 years

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And The Award Goes To...

Title: And The Award Goes To...

Pairing: Gwil x reader

Word Count: 2k

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

Warnings: smut, giving Gwil a blowjob, swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwil let out a shaky breath above me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was like heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned against me.

“Do I have to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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brian-mayonnaise · 5 years

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Sunday Morning Scrabble

Pairing: Brian May x reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, FLuFF

Word Count: 2358

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“(y/n)….heellloooo…..earth to (y/n)”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mmhm okay then what are they?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snickered and nodded at his proposal.

And with that, Brian brought your lips together again.

The End

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6th Months Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Actual End

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*not my image, found on facebook*

Was just too perfect not to share.

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deaksownthis · 3 years

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

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ethereallovr · 2 years

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FAMILY OF FOUR (series)

requested by @tumfrblr123

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a series about ben hardy and reader raising their daughters? For the kids could you do 2 girls and a boy and as for the reader's profession could she be a veterinarian?

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it was quite shocking to everyone when ben hardy had announced he would be having a child. somehow he and his ‘mysterious lover’ (as the news liked to call her) had managed to hide their relationship so well and for so long.

on the 19th february 2019 ben’s child was born and finally his partner was revealed. y/n y/l/n, the reason why they couldn’t find out much about her was due to her career. she worked as a vet and most people assumed ben would date another actress due to his past relationships.

when amara hardy was born all of ben’s fans (including his friends) went crazy; joe especially. there were times when the couple got scared joe would run away with the baby and claim it as his own. but joe was her ‘favourite’ uncle, when really lucy was the favourite. then, ryan reynolds came along when ben started working on 6 underground. and that man might as well have took amara off ben and y/n. amara had such an obsession with ryan.

now a year later the whole thing with covid happened, and being stuck with a one year old isn’t the best thing. ben and y/n couldn’t even spend alone time with each other. but luckily for them, it wasn’t long until they could see and meet people. which meant they could hand amara off to lucy and rami who were at the time staying close to finally catch up with the couple. and once they heard that amara needed looking after, they jumped straight to the opportunity.

and that's how warren and pixie hardy came into the world. twins; born on the 5th january 2021, the day after ben’s birthday. and yes, warren was named after warren Worthington, one of y/n’s favourite characters that ben had played. then, pixie being named after pixie from the movie ‘pixie’. y/n loved that movie, especially because ben had to use an irish accent, which always made amara giggle when she heard it.

now when the twins genders’ were revealed, ben was ecstatic to finally have a baby boy. he was sick of his two favourite girls ruling the house. so he couldn't wait to have a ‘little man’ (as he use to call warren when y/n was pregnant) help him ‘run’ the house.

but nothing changed. with 3 girls vs 2 boys. the girls overpowered. but ben and warren always disagreed. warren would shake his head quickly anytime amara brought it up, seen as she could slightly talk as she was nearing two years old in less than a month.

ben had been the sweetest man and dad. when y/n were pregnant with amara, he would constantly talk to the unborn child. promising he would bring happiness to her life, how he would be the best dad, he would sometimes read stories to her once the doctors told them that she could hear their voices. ben had worked himself up, worrying that she wouldn’t recognise his voice when she was born.

when ben could finally show his girlfriend and his new born daughter off to the world he was ecstatic. he just posted them. everyone thought ben might have died or something as he hadn’t appeared on his own social media for ages. it was just y/n and amara. but obviously, everyone that they were friends with loved it. especially ryan.

ryan might as well have been the mum and dad of amara. he would ‘facetime ben’ to see how ‘he’ was. when really ryan wanted to see ‘his child’. ben found it adorable. so did y/n. but what y/n loved more was ben playing around with amara.

when she was younger ben would play little games, silly ones that made them giggle. things like peek-a-boo, mimicking the ‘ahs’ and random noises amara made, playing football with a blow up ball; even though amara couldn’t walk yet.

but this is what made y/n glad to be with ben. he cared. more than she thought anyone could. he loved their kids and he especially loved her. from the moment he saw her, he knew. some would call it love at first sight.

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i hope you guys enjoyed part one to this!! and thank you so much to the person who requested this! i have a few ideas in mind for the next parts. and i’m excited to write this!

i hope you guys don’t mind the names i chose, amara was completely random. and i just thought naming the boy warren and the girl pixie was funny. especially because in the movie ‘pixie’ pixies last name is hardy. i also recommend the movie ‘pixie’ if you haven’t watched it!! ben was so funny in it. anyways!! i will try and upload as much as i can, but i’m so busy and i just don’t always have the motivation to write!

this chapter was mainly an intro to amara, but the other chapters will include the twins of course!! bye!! :)

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #joe mazzello #lucy boynton #rami malak #queen band #gwilym lee #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #smut

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Day 25: Lazy Mornings

pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and heavily implied smut

words: 324

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why so early?”

“Little nieces and nephews.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#I'm really impressed with myself that this is only 324 and yet it says so much #it helps that its part of a little series tho lmao #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap boys #borhap cast #bohemian rhapsody x reader #borhap x reader #gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #blurb #fluff #smut #ish #qml december 21 #aerynwritesdc21

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The Deal, part 2 (Grigor Dymov x fem!reader)

A/N: So here is the part 2 to The Deal. Nobody asked for me to write this, but here you guys go. It took a long time for me to complete as I have a lot of personal stuff going on in my life. I might write a part 3 to this because this series is my baby. Sorry if this sucks. Also, guess where I got the name Yelena from? lmao

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: You and Grigor are happy and settling into married life. But there is pressure being put upon your shoulders to take up a big responsibility.

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, children, and pregnancy, swearing (obviously), and smut (not one, but multiple sex scenes, folks!). 18+ only or I will block you.

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You had grown to dearly love the man you had been forced to marry. And he loved you in the same way. The days were full of bliss and the nights were filled with love.

Today, you decided to have breakfast together. There were imported fruits and cheeses in a bowl between where you and Grigor were laying on the bed. You were still naked from last night’s activities.

You were both facing each other, taking turns feeding each other little pieces of food. The two of you were laughing like children, not a care in the world as you ate and talked. Pure happiness. Just like the mornings usually were.

Your birthday was coming up in a week, and the two of you were discussing plans for when the day came.

What you had so far was this: you wanted to kindly ask Emperor Peter if you and Grigor could visit his-and now also yours-estate as part of the small celebration you two had planned.

And maybe, if Peter allowed it, a chance to visit your family’s new home for today.

Today you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with your husband. But, Emperor Peter would inevitably interrupt you and Grigor’s morning together to take him hunting.

For now though, you were with your husband, feeding him a piece of cheese imported from France.

There was a knocking on the bed chamber doors, followed by the voice of your maid, Nadia. “The Emperor requests entrance into your chambers,” she announced.

“Come in,” Grigor said, a piece of fruit in between his finger and thumb. He popped it in your mouth as the doors opened.

“For fuck’s sake, Grigor, have you been getting so much pussy that you’ve forgotten to spend time with your dearest friend?” Peter had an almost serious look on his face, which disappeared when he laughed. “No, but seriously, Grigor, sex with your wife can wait. We’ve got some things to do today, old boy! I know, resisting the urge to stay in and fuck a woman all day is hard, but there are more things to life than just fucking!”

He did have a point.

“I’ve got to go, darling”, Grigor said to you, planting a kiss on your lips before getting out of bed to change into some clothes.

You supposed it was time that you did the same. You got up and grabbed your robe off of the floor.

While Grigor was buttoning up his shirt, you kindly asked Peter if you could borrow a carriage to visit Grigor’s estate tomorrow as part of your small birthday celebration. And another carriage for today, to visit your family’s new estate.

“That’s quite a lot to ask for, (Y/N). But you are the wife of my best friend and I am a generous Emperor, so, of course. On one condition, however. Show me your tits.” Emperor Peter ordered.

You held back an eye roll and a sigh as you opened your robe and flashed him your breasts. He laughed.

“Grigor, you must tell me, what does a man do with tits like those?”

After Grigor was completely dressed, he and Peter went off into the hall.

You then asked your maid to help you get ready for the day. She fixed your hair, helped you with your corset and gown, and applied your makeup. Then you dismissed her and that was that.

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“It’s so lovely to see you, darling”, your mother said, waving the family maid away once she gave her the plate of cheese.

“How’s your marriage? Do you and your husband get along?”

“Yes, mother, we do”, you replied.

“How is he?”

“He’s a wonderful man. Always thinking of me.”

“That’s good, dear. Your father and I were worried that the two of you wouldn’t grow to love each other at first. But we trusted the Emperor and his choice of husband for you.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Speaking of your husband, where is he? Why couldn’t he come with you?”

“He had to tend to more important things with Emperor Peter.”

“I see. Well, when you see him, please tell him we said hello.”

Before you could leave, your sister entered the room. “Y/N!” She yelled.

“Darling, she’s about to le-“

“Tell me all about your husband! Where is he?” She asked, practically bouncing off of the walls.

“He’s out hunting with the Emperor-“

“Are any of his friends hot too?”

“Yelena! Watch your tongue!” Your mother ordered.

“Right, sorry.” Your sister said sarcastically.

She leaned in closer to you. “Is he… good in bed?” she whispered.

You pulled away. “Yelena!”

“Sorry”, she giggled.

“Well, it was lovely seeing you both. I wish I could have seen Father as well, but I understand he’s busy right now. Maybe next week I’ll bring Grigor and we can all talk over a nice dinner.” You said as you made your way to the double doors.

“Safe travels!” Your mother called out as you walked out the doors. You could hear her begin to scold your sister as you left. Thank God you didn’t have to suffer her wrath anymore.

The carriage ride home was a quiet and long one. Normally you’d have your dear husband with you, talking and laughing on the way to your destination, but you were alone with your thoughts this time.

It was time to be with your “friends”, the ladies of the court. You always had to plaster on a fake smile and partake in their petty gossip when you were around them. If you could, you’d spend all your time with Grigor. But that would be impossible. You both had your own duties. And spending time with your peers was one of yours, as much as you hated how fake they were.

“What a shame the Empress couldn’t join us,” one of the ladies said, pretending to look defeated. She laughed.

The whole room erupted in laughter.

“What a bitch! She sides with her maid instead of us! Her own fellow ladies! Outrageous!” Another one yelled in disgust.

You didn’t blame the Empress. You’d rather talk to the grass outside than these women.

“Don’t forget about what she did to Lady Svenska!”

“Horse fucker!”

As they spoke of the Empress, you couldn’t help but wonder why you didn’t hear from her that often.

“May I ask you ladies something?” You questioned once the room had gone quiet.

“Of course, Madame Dymov.”

“Why don’t we hear about the Empress? And where did the horse fucking rumor come from?”

“She is only seen with her lover or her maid. She obviously doesn’t talk to us, so fuck if we know what she does. And as for her fucking a horse, we made that up. God, you should spend more time with us! We miss seeing your beautiful face!”

“Oh, I have something to ask you,” another one of the ladies asked.

“Yes?” You hoped it wasn’t another ‘are you with child yet’ question.

“Is it your birthday soon?”

You were relieved. “Why, yes it is.”

“How old are you going to be again? Twenty?”

“Yes.”

“You’re almost past the prime of your childbearing years!”

You felt fury and anxiety rise within you.

“Enough about the fucking childbearing!” You shouted, immediately covering your mouth.

The ladies were all taken aback at your sudden outburst. Some were even angry that you snapped at them.

You all sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, until you apologized.

“My apologies, ladies. It’s just that I get constantly asked about having children and being told that I need to bear some for Grigor.”

“That is actually understandable. It’s an unfortunate thing that happens to us all.” A lady sighed. The others turned their heads toward her, as if to tell her to shut up.

“But, trust us, it gets better once you birth a child!” A different lady chimed in.

You didn’t want to be a part of this conversation anymore. Thinking of an excuse, you looked out the window. It was late in the afternoon.

“Oh, would you look at the time of day? It’s time for me to retire to my apartments,” you said, turning your attention to the women.

“Well, it was nice talking to you, Lady Dymov!” One of the ladies called out as you got up and walked to the doors.

As you walked down the long hallways, you grew increasingly stressed out about the thought of becoming a mother. Could you even raise a child correctly, let alone even at all? And there was also pregnancy and labor. How much pain and misery you would be in during both. You felt like it was too much to have all this responsibility put on your shoulders.

You picked up your dress slightly and began to run.

You opened your apartment doors and hurriedly ran in, shutting the doors behind you and sitting on the chair next to the bathtub. You frantically tried to calm yourself down but you still couldn’t stop the feeling. And the tight corset and layers of your dress weren’t helping.

“Nadia!” You called your maid’s name as you fanned yourself with your hand. Everything was spinning.

“NADIA!” you called out again. Fuck, she wasn’t coming. You needed to find her yourself. You stood up, shaking. Everything was going by so fast in a blur. The ladies of the court. Grigor. Your mother. Babies.

The last thing you saw before you blacked out and fell to the ground was your maid coming into the room and letting out a scream.

You woke up in the bed with almost all of your clothing gone. The only thing you were wearing was a small sleeping gown.

Your eyes darted around the room.

Grigor was at your side, holding your hand with one of his and a damp cloth in the other. Nadia held a jug of cold water and stood at the foot of the bed.

“(Y/N), it’s okay,” Grigor said reassuringly. “You’re alright.”

The sight of his face helped you calm down.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I heard Nadia scream and I came here as fast as I could. She said that she saw you collapse. Chekhov will be here shortly.”

There was a knock at the apartment doors. Nadia set the jug down and ran to open them.

Chekhov, the court doctor, made his way through the bedroom doors and began to inspect you.

“Are you with child by any chance?” He asked.

“No”, you answered. You were 100% sure that you weren’t pregnant. Little bits of anxiety and anger crept back into your head.

He finished the check up. “Just a brief fit of hysteria”, he said.

“Thank you, Chekhov.” Grigor said as the doctor walked out of the room.

“What brought this on?” Grigor asked, his eyes looking into yours.

“I- I just-“ you stammered, trying to stay calm. You took a deep breath. “All this talk about childbearing has been uppermost in my thoughts.”

Grigor squeezed your hand and smiled a little, as if to try to get you to relax.

“I think you might need some rest. You don’t have to come to dinner tonight. Peter will understand.” Grigor calmly said, leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

He handed the rag to Nadia and left the room.

Maybe he was right. The court’s ladies didn’t know anything. All they did was gossip.

You looked up at the ceiling and the mural on it. The beautiful angels and cherubs in the clouds. The whitish blue sky. All so calming.

Your eyes moved to the window and the light which was streaming into it through the curtains.

It was beautiful outside. The ladies were surely rolling balls on the lawn now.

Fuck them.

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It was a beautiful day outside. You sat by the clear stream of water that ran through the woods with your husband, gazing into his blue eyes and holding his hands in yours.

The estate was truly a lovely place. You were so glad to be here with Grigor. It was a shame you two had to return to the palace tomorrow. But, you could always visit the estate again - with Peter’s permission first, of course. Asking to visit the estate again would likely require more than just showing your breasts to the Emperor, and you didn’t really want to fuck him. Although, to be fair, he wasn’t ugly at all.

You and Grigor watched the sun set, and then you both headed inside your dacha.

Since you would be leaving tomorrow, Grigor suggested doing something the night before you left the estate in the morning. And you knew what he meant by that.

The two of you were in bed, about to go to sleep.

“Happy early birthday, my love,” Grigor said before leaning in to kiss you.

That kiss felt so good. Like really, really, good.

You inched closer to him and moved one of your hands to his chest, running your fingers lightly through his chest hair and slowly down his body. He shivered under your touch and moaned into your mouth, shifting under the covers.

His hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer.

You lifted one of your legs, swinging it over him. He moved onto his back and you positioned yourself on top of him. He was completely naked and you weren’t wearing anything under your gown, so you went ahead and lowered yourself down onto his hard cock. He groaned at the feeling of your walls around him, and you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Please, darling,” Grigor growled, “go on.”

You pulled yourself off of his cock and lowered yourself back down, the slick friction adding to the pleasure.

You bounced up and down, his hands steadying you by holding on to your hips.

You could tell by his face that he wasn’t going to last long. But neither were you, to be fair.

It was getting increasingly difficult to hold your orgasm back. Grigor moved one of his hands in between your legs, finding your clit. He rubbed at it in circles, with some slight pressure being applied to your sensitive nub. That was enough to send you over the edge, and you came, calling out his name in the process.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock caused him to lose control. He emptied himself deep into you with a loud yell.

You pulled yourself off of his softening cock and flopped on your back onto the bed.

After you both caught your breath, Grigor leaned over to you and kissed you deeply once more.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” he said softly.

And with that, you both fell asleep.

The day came. Your 20th birthday. Grigor had woken you up with a shower of kisses and gifts - a wig, imported from Europe, and some of the finest jewelry in Russia.

Somehow, Grigor had convinced Peter to allow you both to take a trip to your parents’ home, as long as the two of you came back in time for dinner.

The ride to the estate was a rather long one, and you passed the time by talking to your husband about your life before your marriage. How you and your sister played with dolls as children, how your father told you stories about mythical beasts. And how your mother prepared you for marriage once you came of age. It was a sad reality, but hey, that’s how things were done in Russia.

Grigor squeezed your hand as the carriage pulled up closer to their estate. You could see your parents and your sister standing with their maid in front of the entrance to their home.

“Ah, (Y/N)! How pleasant to see you again, dear! Happiest of birthdays, my lovely daughter!” Your mother cheerfully called out as you stepped out of the carriage, Grigor taking your hand as you put your feet down onto the ground.

All of you sat down at the table with glasses of wine and small plates of cheeses and fruit.

“So- how are things back at court?” Your mother asked as the maid went back to the kitchen.

“Everything is wonderful. (Y/N) and I are as happy as ever,” Grigor said with a smile, his hand in yours.

“Good to hear,” your mother responded.

“Grigor,” your sister asked, “do you have any friends?”

“Of course, Lady Lebedev”, Grigor replied. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason”, your sister giggled.

“She’s going to get married soon”, your father said to your husband. “She’s trying to persuade us to let her marry a man of her choosing. Like this new idea that is floating around in Europe.” He sighed.

You didn’t blame her. You got lucky with marrying Grigor though.

“Oh! Grigor, when do you suppose that there will be any little ones of yours arriving into this world?” Your mother asked gleefully.

Grigor almost choked on his wine.

“Mother!” You yelled across the table, putting your head in your hands. Not this shit again.

Your sister chuckled.

“It’s a bit early to think about these things, isn’t it? I mean, (Y/N) and I have just gotten married-“

“Her father and I got straight to work on bringing her and her sister into this world as soon as we were wed! No excuses!” Your mother laughed loudly.

Your father cleared his throat. “Grigor, how are things at court?” He asked.

“Things are the same, as always. The Emperor is still well loved, we go hunting often, and the dinners are amazing as they always have been.”

“How are things with the ladies, (Y/N)?” Your sister asked.

“Oh, um...” You had to come up with a lie, quick. “Things are great.”

“Bullshit”, your sister said with a giggle.

Your mother slapped your sister on the wrist, causing her to yell out. “Yelena! Language! That is not the way a lady should speak!”

A few hours and many words later, you and Grigor had to leave. It was the middle of the day now.

Bidding farewell to your parents, you climbed into the carriage with Grigor following suit.

“Why is your mother so keen on us having a child so soon?” Grigor asked.

“I don’t know. It’s a mother thing, I suppose.” You replied, looking up at him.

“You know, if you wanted children, I wouldn’t mind raising them with you,” he said.

You forgot to breathe for a few seconds.

“Really?”

“Of course, dearest. I love you. To see you with my child would bring me great joy.”

“But you said that it was too early to talk about raising children in front of my mother.”

“Yes, but I didn’t say that I didn’t want to have any children.” He looked at you with loving eyes, your hand in his.

“What if-” you paused, carefully thinking about what you were going to say. “What if I don’t want children, at least not right now?”

“Then that would be fine with me.”

You leaned back against him with a smile on your face.

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Tonight’s dinner, as you found out, was to celebrate a win over a battle with the Swedes. Your husband was sitting next to you at the hall table. You looked over at him. He was eating some roast duck. His hair was neatly tucked under his powdered wig, away from his face. On the other side of him were the Emperor and the Empress, and the Emperor’s other family members. Looking around the court, you saw all the ladies and their husbands, and all of the guards and the soldiers that had returned from conflict, all sitting down at the long dining hall table. You began to look back down at your plate to finish eating. But before you could grab a bite with your fork, Emperor Peter stood up to make a toast, the chair making a loud squeak.

“To our troops! For winning a battle against those Swedish bastards. About fucking time.”

The Emperor raised his glass, took a sip, and threw it to the ground. “Huzzah!”

Everyone threw their glasses to the ground, including you and your husband.

Something about Grigor was driving you mad tonight. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but you knew that you wanted him badly. In an attempt to stave off your sexual thoughts, you stared down at the floor, focusing intently on the broken glass.

Someone tapped your shoulder. “(Y/N)?” You snapped out of it. Grigor was talking to you. “I think it’s time we go back to our apartment,” he whispered.

“Right”, you agreed.

You took his hand and you both left the table.

His rather sizable biceps. His toned but soft body. The large patch of hair on his chest. His thick, muscular thighs. And his hard, lengthy cock. You would never get bored of the sight.

Grigor made his way to the bed and sat beside you on his knees, hunched over your body.

“Grigor..” you moaned as he trailed his hands all over your body, only to stop at your knees.

He leaned in further and began kissing your neck, down to your breasts, and down your stomach to your thighs.

“Please, Grigor…” you begged him to go on.

He gladly climbed on top of you, and planted his lips on yours, kissing you with pure passion.

He pulled his face away to whisper in your ear.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. Fuck me, Grigor”, you moaned with a needy sounding tone.

He pulled his head back, still on top of you. You knew what to do.

With eagerness, you spread your legs and he steadied himself and lined up at your practically dripping cunt.

He pushed into you with a groan. A whimper fell from your lips. God, you’d never get tired of this.

“Always so fucking wet”, he grunted. “And you squeeze me just right every time.”

“Grigor… please..” you moaned, barely able to get words out of your mouth.

He pulled himself almost completely out in an almost painfully slow motion, and then slammed back inside of you with such speed that you gasped in surprise.

He dragged his cock out again, but faster. And then he went back in as fast as he could. He picked up the pace and began thrusting into you as quickly as possible.

One of his hands went to your throbbing clit.

You couldn’t help but moan quite loudly at both sensations. Hopefully you wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the palace with the lovemaking happening between you and Grigor.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, and your walls squeezed around Grigor as you came with a scream.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to- oh!“ Grigor groaned before you felt his load spill into you, warm and runny.

Both of you were struggling to catch your breaths. Once Grigor stopped panting, he pulled out and lay down beside you, his face and chest flushed with red. Your skin felt hot, too.

“Good god”, you managed to get the words out, “that was amazing.”

“You’re all red, darling”, Grigor said with a slight chuckle.

“So are you”, you replied with an attempt at a giggle.

He leaned in close to you once more and kissed your lips softly, cupping either side of your face in his large hands.

He moved back again, this time to pull the sheets over both of your bodies. He shifted closer to you, laying on his side, and you moved closer to him, tracing your fingers over his chest hair. And it was like that for nearly an hour, until the both of you were getting more and more tired as a result of tonight’s activities. You shifted closer to him until your head was resting on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around your head, putting his hand in your hair. The sound of his beating heart lulled you to sleep.

The next morning, you and Grigor decided to have breakfast together. A brief breakfast, since Peter would request his presence any time now. And when Peter did request that his friend be out with him today, you stayed in the apartment. You didn’t really have any friends anymore. All of your childhood friends either grew up to be married to men who lived far away, or they died while sick with the pox. If only there were medicine in Russia like there was in Europe.

You decided to take a bath. Nadia ran the water, and gathered the soap for you. You thanked her and she left you in peace.

Lowering yourself down into the warm water, you reflected on your week. Your birthday, spending time with your family, everything was great. Well, aside from seeing those ladies of the court. You sighed and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax and soak into the water.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. You groaned. “Come in”, you said.

“Madame Dymov?” She asked.

“Yes?”

“There is a gathering in the ballroom. Your husband is there. He’s asked of me to summon you.”

After Nadia helped you dry off and put your dress on, you made your way there. The first person you saw was your husband.

“Ah(Y/N)! Darling!” Grigor called out, arms outstretched. “Have some vodka.” He handed you the glass that was in one of his hands.

You took the glass and sipped the vodka.

Count Orlo tapped on Grigor’s shoulder and pulled him aside to talk. About what you did not know, but your thoughts were interrupted when Empress Catherine walked over to you.

You had never actually talked to her before. Not even at both yours and her weddings- you were an unimportant young woman at the time of her and Peter’s wedding, and at yours, she was with the Emperor the entire time, if not talking with her maid and Orlo.

“Madame Dymov!” She said, a smile on her face. “How are things? Isn’t this gathering just lovely?”

“Why yes it is, Empress,” you replied.

“So, I hear that you enjoy the finest foods imported from Europe.”

“Yes, I am fond of French bread and Italian cheese.” You smiled. You had no idea why she was talking about food, but it was better than her being a bitch to you, which was what the ladies of the court kept saying about her.

“Picture, if you will, a Russia in which you could easily have more access to such delicacies. As well as other luxurious goods from Europe.”

That sounded wonderful, but where was she going with this? And why was she talking to you about this?

“That would be a Russia I would enjoy living in,” you responded.

“And, perhaps, an end to the war with Sweden in addition to better medicine. It is rather bleak to hear endless stories about soldiers dying and learning of your friends having been claimed by the pox, is it not?”

“Yes, it is quite sad. Empress, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Madame Dymov."

“May I ask why you’re telling me about these things? I don’t mean to come off as rude, but I haven’t a clue as to how this is relevant to my position in court.”

“Just trying to make conversation. I have heard that you do not roll balls on the lawn with the other ladies. And your husband is the best friend of mine. I thought that maybe we could become acquainted with one another.”

True, you did not particularly enjoy rolling balls with the other women of the court. You secretly couldn’t stand them, but you couldn’t tell anyone that and you had to come up with an excuse to not join them on the lawn every time they asked you.

“Ah, I see. Well, I enjoy talking to you. May I tell you a secret, Empress?” You hoped that she would never say what you were going to tell her next to a single soul.

“Of course.”

You leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I do not like the ladies of the court. They all seem so superficial. And I don’t think they like you.”

Catherine smiled a little and whispered back, “I do not like them either.”

Finally, you weren’t alone. Maybe you and the Empress could become good friends after all.

Just then, your husband made his way over to you once more.

“Greetings, Grigor,” the Empress said.

“Empress.” he smiled.

Count Orlo came back to Grigor’s side.

“My God, Orlo, can you just fuck off? I’ve talked to you enough for today.”

What did he say to Grigor?

“Grigor, I came over here to speak to the Empress.”

“In that case, (Y/N) and I shall leave you two to talk while we retreat to our quarters.” He took your arm in his.

“Have a pleasant day, Empress!” You called out to your new friend as you and your husband left the ballroom.

“And a pleasant day to you too, (Y/N)!” She replied back.

You turned your head to Grigor. “Is it alright if I ask what happened between you and Orlo?” you asked him.

“He was trying to convince me to tell the Emperor something. Something about changing one of the laws.”

Count Orlo seemed like a smart man, and although everyone around you saw him as a weak virgin, you had some respect for him. You weren’t sure why - he just gave off the impression that he was a decent person. Yes, he was different from the other members of court, but surely he must be nice if Catherine is around him, right? But why was he trying to get Emperor Peter to change a law? And why was he trying to use your husband to change Peter’s mind? Didn’t he have a place in court as one of Peter’s advisors? Oh well. Probably wasn’t that important anyway. Grigor didn’t seem to be bothered by this, so why should you be?

Tonight, you felt ill and sore, even though there was no sexual activity that happened between you and your husband. Perhaps it was time for your blood to arrive. You couldn’t sleep either, despite being held in Grigor’s warm embrace. Your mind was once again busy with thoughts about what your mother and others were telling you- that it was time to have a child. After talking about the subject with Grigor in the carriage ride home from your family’s estate, you felt better. But still, the anxiety about pregnancy and childbirth was still in your mind. Would you ever be ready for such things?

You felt something move by your side. Grigor had stirred in his sleep.

Your mind drifted over to thoughts about him. How handsome he was. How much of a loving husband he was. And of your first night together, after consummating your marriage. He had slept so soundly after a good fuck, and you did too. Your fears of marriage and sex had faded away after that.

You suddenly realized something.

Maybe one day, the fears of pregnancy and childbirth would fade away too. You remembered what he had said to you on the carriage ride home. That you two didn’t need to have a child straight away.

You sighed quietly. Maybe not today, but some day, you’d have a baby. And by that time, you would probably be ready to become a mother. And with that, you felt yourself calm down, your eyes getting heavy.

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Part 1 here: x

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illfoandillfie · 6 months

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2023 Advent: Day 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee imagine

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benismyqueen · 3 years

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BIRTDHAY GIFT — BEN HARDY

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

Advertencias: +18 (smut)

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

Palabras: 5.126

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

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

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

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

Todos pudieron verlo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rueda los ojos y siente como sus mejillas se encienden.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Puedes quedarte, Joe se queda a dormir."

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

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

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

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

"No me importaría."

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

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

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

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

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

"Suena como un plan"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"¡Ni de broma!"

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

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

Lucy rueda los ojos y se levanta del sofá.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tenías prisa"

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

"¿Quieres pasar?" susurras.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Por favor"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Solo... Solo quiero que me toques"

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

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

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

"Ben... No creo que dure mucho"

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

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

"Lo siento"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ben..." gritas con ansiedad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"¿Ese es el calendario de Lucy?"

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

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

"Es humillante"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Estoy bromeando, amor"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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johnricharddeacy · 3 years

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Brian May’s hands.

That’s it. That’s the post.

#rock #80s #classic rock icons #rock bands #brian may #brian may x you #brian may x reader smut #roger taylor #john richard deacon #freddie mercury #queen band #bohrap #gwilym lee #ben hardy #joe mazzello #rami malek

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c4n-i-be-saved · 4 years

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

#He looks so good #I’m thinking😳#Smut ideas idk #prof!gwil #Gwilym lee #gwilym lee smut #gwilym x reader

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isitstraightvodka · 4 years

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Strip

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

pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k+

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

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

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

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

Your opportunity arose only a week later, during a party at Joe's house. it made your muscles tense up knowing you were going to see Gwil, and it wasn't fair of him to give you this sort of treatment without a shred of explanation. Everything was in full-swing when you arrived by your lonesome, but you didn't waste no longer than ten minutes making your move, so there you were, drink in hand, when you cornered him talking to Lucy. Walking head held high, you approached them, and Lucy smiled when she noticed you, you shared a kiss on the cheek before exchanging respective compliments on each other's looks, then your attention went to him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Both he and Lucy looked at you before the blonde nudged him with her arm, giving him a cool stare, as if to say, "Go sort this out", which was true since you and her had talked about the situation too, and her response was "It's between you and him, so get in there girl and stand up for yourself", and right now, tonight, you were going to heed her advice.

Gwil took a deep breath and walked next to you as you made your way to the nearest room, where it was quiet enough to talk, but the walk there seemed to stretch on for hours instead of a matter of seconds. You could feel the anxiety flooding through your body when his arm brushed your shoulder, you could tell he wasn't looking at you, his fingers gripping his wine glass a little too tight. Some sort of emotion hung between the two of you, you couldn't put your finger on it but it was something strong, something deep, Great another thing for you to be confused about. What you didn't know is that Gwil felt it too.

After what felt like an age, you entered the guest bedroom, all neat and empty, leaving the impression nobody had stayed in there for a long time. Gwil had his free hand tucked into the pocket of his dark jeans, standing by the door once he closed it, silencing the bustle of the party, but still didn't give you his attention. You took a deep breath and tapped your nail on the rim of your drink, allowing your heartbeat to decrease, opening the conversation very kindly.

"I believe there is something we have to discuss."

All he did was part his lips and take a swig of red wine, leaning back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. Not one word left his mouth, he didn't move an inch and it took a lot in you not to start raising your voice. Why does he not want to talk to you? What is up his ass? Fucking say something, you bastard! The tension in the room was too stifling for you to cope with so you spoke again, but harsher.

"Fuck, you should man up and talk to me like a decent bloke, I thought you would be."

And that's when he finally looked at you. Without even realising it, the suddenness of eye contact made shivers run down your spine, deep blue eyes staring into yours, brows furrowed in faint disgust.

"Hate to burst your bubble then, love."

More shivers, rippling throughout your bones so fast you were almost afraid he'd be able to notice you slightly trembling. His voice wasn't supposed to do that....but it did, from the way he said it, from the way you finally saw his eyes in clear view, how fucking hot he looked just standing there, how had you not noticed that before? Because his blind hatred of you clouded that fact. You shook the thoughts out of your head and stood your ground.

"I seriously have no clue why you been acting like this around me. I have been nothing but kind to you, I haven't said one bad word to you, I truly wanted us to be friends but you find an excuse to escape me every chance you get!"

Your cheeks flushed red once the words left your lips, your free hand scrunching up into a fist, nails digging into your palm. Gwil all but sighed and...was that a smirk you saw? No, just a trick of the lights. The point of his shoe tapped the carpet as he looked down at his half-empty glass, collecting his thoughts.

"Not a bad word? I heard you talking to Joe the other week, you called me a dickhead."

"I have every reason to, you barely talk to me. This is the most you've talked to me in weeks."

"If you have reasons, then I have them too."

"Fucking tell me then instead of practically ignoring me! It's childish."

"So I'm the child but you're the one yelling." He cocked an eyebrow, was that another smirk? He's got me so confused? Is that what he wants?

"How do you expect me to react? I haven't appreciated the cold shoulder, Gwilym."

"I don't appreciate you running your mouth."

"Could just tell me whatever reasons you have instead of this."

You and him went back forth, trying to fight each other but it didn't seem to do anything good, it only heightened the tension between you two but a specific kind of tension. One you knew now and one he managed to figured out seeing you in front of him, raising your voice. In this moment, he saw how attractive you were, more so than he already thought, your face heating up and your hair glowing from the muted lights, the dress hugging your body almost provocatively, silver diamonds hanging from your ears and cherry-coloured lips parted slightly between words. You were so sexy and the alcohol buzzing through him wasn't helping, but this was the reason for it all. He fancied you.

"Look, it's complicated." He sighed, resting his head back against the wall. You had to bite back a laugh, is he serious?

"No, it's not. Open your mouth and just tell me."

But it turns out he didn't need to open his mouth, at least not the way you expected him to. It happened swiftly, too fast for you to comprehend, all you really saw was his glass fall to the floor, wine staining the carpet, then he crossed the room over you within three strides, took your face in his hands and crushed his lips against yours.

Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden pressure of his kiss...his kiss? You could barely understand what was happening, he held onto you like he needed air to breathe, you could taste the wine on his tongue, it was intoxicating, it felt...nice but was the wine nice or the aggression of his mouth? Questions swirled your mind, it didn't help your emotions during this moment, you didn't realise your mouth had opened on its own which allowed him to slip his tongue in a little and close the gap between you again, the second kiss even harder and more passionate, the softest groan of relief and delight from him ringing in your ears. You almost let yourself fall under his spell before you caught yourself and made a muffled squeak, your hand finding his jacket and pushing him away from you, gasping for a breath.

"What the fuck, Gwil?"

Thoughts circled your head, words bouncing off the walls, your hand brushing over your bottom lip, the gloss transferring to your skin as it had done on his lips, stained and shiny, you were surprised you were still holding your wine glass. He cocked an eyebrow at you as heat rose to his cheeks, he raised his hand almost as if he was apologising but you stopped him, holding up your own hand and shaking your head.

"What was that?"

"I...I kissed you."

"No shit Sherlock! Why? How is that supposed to explain anything?"

"I'm- I..." He couldn't seem to find the right words, he hesitated reaching his hand out further before deciding against it and pushing it back through his hair. You gulped, why is it so hot when he does that? You were so glad he couldn't read your mind right now, if he had heard what you just said, you sure would wish for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

"You think a kiss is going to solve everything? I'm not some plastic doll for you to play around with however you please."

"I..I know, I just..."

"Just what? I thought you'd tell me with words, I though-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I like you, okay?"

His pupils were blown wide as much as yours when he half-yelled the words and this time you were sure the glass was going to slip through your fingers but it still didn't, in fact you had a right mind to just down the whole thing after what he told you. You thought he didn't like you...he liked you? If you were confused before, then you were even more now, your hand fell to your side as you stared at him, eyes like glass, you couldn't even blink. Gwil's gaze had turned to the floor, pretending to be interested in the pale white carpet, his fingers moving to the back of his neck where sweat began to form. He waited for you to speak, the seconds ticked by painfully, it felt so long before you said anything.

"You...like me?" You gulped, trying to process his revelation. He chewed on his bottom lip and tucked both hands back into his pocket, nodding as his eyes flicked over to you.

"Yeah, I do, I like you. A lot."

His voice seemed fearful, anxious but with an underlying desperation, like that of a teenager admitting a big brush, it was rather cute in your eyes; first hot now cute? How can he be both? Stop it, stop questioning everything. You cursed yourself, fingers wrapped around your glass harder you thought it might crack. Instead of replying, you drained the wine, it was the only thing you could think of doing. Gwil watched as your throat moved, as you swallowed, he shuddered and prayed he wasn't showing through his pants, now wasn't the best time, especially with how you reacted. You sighed as the last drop fell into your mouth and rushed through your veins, you finally let the glass fall from your grasp and land with a small thud on the carpet. Your fingers came together in front of you, interlacing as you twiddled your thumbs, eyelids fluttering as you collected your thoughts, one deep breath and you looked at him.

"I don't understand. You like me, but you have been acting like you hate me, why do that?"

Gwil didn't answer right away, he fidgeted, hands still in his pockets, his vision now turning to eye the golden lamp on the bedside table. In this light, you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the deepest blue, like a calm ocean, like a pair of warm sapphires, you found yourself not looking away.

"I didn't mean to be that way, I was just afraid." He said, still not looking at you.

"Why afraid?"

"Of rejection. Of you already being taken. I didn't want to admit anything if I had no chance with you." He confessed, raising one hand out of his pocket to massage his neck, your eyes locked to his fingers, wondering what they'd feel like around your ne- Cut it out! You banished your dirty thought and continued the talk.

"The worst I could say is no, and I'd mean it without any offense. And I'm not taken, I think you'd know if I was."

"That's the thing, I thought you were!"

"How did you come to that conclusion?" You peered at him. He sighed and scratched his beard, stubble littering his cheeks and chin, and right then, another X-rated thought entered your brain, You wonder what that would feel like between your legs...will it tickle? Itch? Arouse you? You think you wanted to know.

"Because you and Ben, and I...didn't want to get in the way"

You and Ben? You gave him a perplexed look as you tried to work out what your friend had got to do with any of this. Ben was really a great guy, you enjoyed his company, years of friendship had blossomed between him and you, and you loved being able to see him when he wasn't busy with his star-studded career, but there wasn't anything there to insinuate something more was happening between you two.

Then it hit you.

"You thought that Ben...and me...that we...? Oh god no we're just friends!"

You bit back a giggle. Ben was easy on the eyes, anyone could see that, even Joe said it, multiple times, many conversation he'd told you, "That fucker's stupidly gorgeous isn't he?" but he was not your type. He was more like a brother to you than anything else. Sure there was the occasional kiss on the cheek, hugs a little longer than usual, his arm around your waist or ruffling your hair when you told a stupid joke, but friends did that, they could do that without having feelings for each other. Gwil almost lost his balance after what you said, Just friends...Just friends...

"Are you sure? I mean he's the pretty boy."

"Okay he's pretty but he is like family to me, I wouldn't hit that even if I was piss drunk."

Your mouth curled at the corners, as did his and both of you shared a small laugh. Your eyes fell upon the empty wine glass on the floor, teeth tugging at your lower lip; you could see Gwil's body shift a little closer, one foot in front of the other, until he was standing before you, chests almost touching. His fingers stroked your jaw, moving underneath your chin to bring your gaze up to his face. He looked...intense but still had a softness behind his eyes, something sweet and hesitant but at the same time, you could feel he wanted to continue the kiss he gave only minutes ago.

"So...no Ben?"

You rested your hand on his wrist, giving him a smile as your eyes went from his to his lips, mouth watering at the memory of them on yours.

"No Ben."

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"Gwil..."

His name was like chocolate on your tongue, as his tongue worked over and against your slick folds. One hand in his hair and the other curled behind your head, back arching with every hum he made against you, his mouth was insane, you hadn't felt such pleasure in god knows how long; he really knew what he was doing. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did, smiling as he pressed kisses to your swollen clit, groaning with each flick and lick, with each tug you made on his hair, and that mixed with the feeling of his stubble rubbing your inner thighs and right above your mound as he angled his lips in the most delightful of ways.

You were getting closer, you could almost taste it, feel it....but he stopped and raised his face from between your legs, his arms still wrapped around your flushed thighs. His mouth was wet, his hair in disarray and his eyes dilated; he looked fucking hot, but right now, you wanted to scream at him for stopping it right when you were about to finish. He could see you were almost angry at how suddenly he pulled away from your heat, he stroked the curve of your left breast as he began to lay down next to you, his free hand resting over his mouth.

"Come sit here."

It took you a few seconds to realise what he meant, your breath got caught in your throat, slowly blinking at him in surprise.

"Are you...are you sure?"

"Yes, you're so beautiful, I'd love nothing more than for you to ride my tongue."

You certainly did not expect something so foul to come out of his mouth but fuck you loved it. A smile grew on your face as you sat up, as he brought his hands to your hips just as you were about to face the headboard, he pushed you in the other direction a tad.

"Sit the other way, baby."

Your cheeks became hot and you were almost embarrassed at how flustered a simple petname made you. You gasped as you got into position, his nose right there against you and in your line of eyesight was his sweaty body, his happy trail disappearing into his jeans, and through those, a bulge was unmistakable.

You'd made him hard and you hadn't done anything but kiss him, you giggled at the reality of it, the embarrassment fading into smugness. Gwil moved his hands over your thighs, giving one of them a slap and you yelped in shock.

"What are you laughing about, huh?"

You bit your lip as you answered.

"You're hard."

"O'course I fucking am. Eating you out did that to me, hell you make me hard just by looking at me." He murmured on you, and before you could say anything, his tongue was back on you, licking back and forth, covering the length of your heat, he didn't leave one spot untouched by his tongue. Moans flew out of your mouth, sweat beading on your skin as he switched between his lips and his tongue, going so far as to telling you to bounce, and doing that was one hell of an experience. You leaned forward and raised your hips so you could move more, his tongue stuck out flat so you could feel it inside you, warming you up, stretching you out, he really cared about making you feel good and giving you the best feeling before you reached your high.

Your hands latched onto the belt around his jeans, curled over his body, grinding over his mouth, his facial hair once again giving you that cherry on top, his growls of hunger and delight pushing you over the edge. One palm slapped your ass cheeks, his name flowing from your lips again.

"Cum for me, cum on my face, sweet girl."

And you did just that, body shaking as you rode out your orgasm on his face, his lips never detaching from your clit, intending to make you have the most explosive high, and it sure felt like that. Your toes and fingers were on fire, your heart shot through the roof and you had trouble catching your breath as he lapped you up, "Mm you taste so good", another slap to your ass, chuckling against your heat, nose bumping on your clit, making you whimper a little given how sensitive you were. You slowly sat up and ran a hand through your damp hair, laughing through deep breathes.

"Fuck, you're amazing at that."

"Thought I wouldn't be?" You could feel his smirk beneath you.

"No no, just...wow."

Gwil smirked wider and gave your clit one last kiss, your eyes back on the even-harder bulge in his jeans. He'd just made you feel incredible. You wanted to do the same to him. So instead of moving from your position, you simply leaned down over his toned chest and started unbuckling his belt.

"Oh I see someone's hungry too." He laughed, hands resting on your red ass. Something came over you, the sexual side of you suddenly arose and within seconds, his belt was off and you were pulling his jeans down. He gave you some help by lifting his hips, you pushed them down to his knees and now you could see how hard he actually was, almost bursting to be released from the prison of his boxers. You didn't want to keep him waiting, you giggled and tucked your fingers into them, and pushed them down to join his jeans, more giggles spilling out when you got the first proper look at his cock.

The tip was pink, precum already forming, he was thick, very girthy, bigger than you thought but still you weren't that surprised. You slipped your fingers around him and gripped him and he hissed, his breath hot on your cunt. You smiled to yourself and pumped him a few times, relishing how warm and hard he was in your hand, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the veins, satisfied with your work, you puckered your lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock, and the noise he made was so fucking sexy, the sweetest groan and the hottest whine.

"Holy shit..."

You concentrated on where you sucked and moved your mouth, your hand tight around the base of his shaft. From previous experiences, you knew lubricant of any kind worked a treat, so you took a moment to pull your lips off and spit over the head, gently rubbing wetness all over his length; that got him considering the deep moans he was making right against your clit. Feeling his mouth so close to you while you sucked him off made you powerful, like you had him in your corner, it was your turn to give him pleasure and in his hand, he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

When his eyes were open, they were on your cunt, fucking you with his vision, his hands moving from your ass to your hips to your upper thighs, gripping your skin as his own hips started to move with your mouth and before long, Gwil was fucking your mouth. You choked and whimpered around his cock, delicious sounds from his perspective, leaving marks on your ass from how hard he was holding you.

"Your mouth's so warm and tight fuck baby I-"

His words encouraged you to do more, fingers away from his cock and moving to his balls, you grabbed one and he let out a cry of delight, jerking his hips up faster until your eyes started to water; it burned but it was a good burn, making Gwil feel this way made you feel good, pleasing him made you feel good. As you squeezed his balls, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, neck craned all the way back over the pillow, his toes curling over the end of the bed. Your own thighs started to shake and your throat tightened around him, and he lost his hand.

"Just like that, yeah."

And with your mouth around him and your fingers gripping his balls, he finished, quicker than you thought; it wasn't even three minutes and you tasted hot thickness, his cum, him. You gagged a little as you removed your lips softly like sucking a lollipop, strings of your saliva dripping from his cock. You gasped and swallowed; you never spat out, it was a rule you gave yourself, what a waste it would be to spit, especially after sucking Gwil off, and speaking of him, his breath was heavy and fast, chest puffing in and out as he came down from his high, eyes glittering and a cheesy grin on his face.

"You're amazing at that."

All you could do was giggle and say, "I know."

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He was buried deep inside your walls, stretching out every inch and corner of you, the strokes of his cock were heavenly, easily hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your legs were wrapped high around his waist, ankles crossed over, nails digging into his back and dragging down his spine, one of his hands gripping the headboard and the other on your thigh, keeping you in place as he fucked you raw.

"Gwil, Gwil...please.."

"Please what? What do you want?" He grunted between thrusts. Tears burned your lids as your hips smashed with his, lips inches away from his, his warm breath setting your face alight.

"Please...I want to cum, I want us to cum together..."

"Oh fuck.."

The way he moved got harder, faster, more aggressive to the point where your legs were turning into jelly and all you could feel was his stiff cock, you could not even get a proper sentence out anymore, if you did, it was laced with high whines. As his body meshed with your own, your eyes glanced at his arm, where his hand held onto the headboard with so much force you wondered why it hadn't broken. You felt yourself melt into the bed at the sight of his bicep, skin wrapped thin around the muscles, a sheen of sweat coating over his arm, more sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck, face dipping close to your jaw, the air humid between the two of you.

"I'm gonna cum, shit- but I'm not wear-"

"I'm..on the p-p-pill, cum in me, Gwil." You gripped at him, pulling his chest closer, clenching your cunt around him, desperate for him to finish. The "fucking hell" told you he was only seconds away and sure enough, you felt it, you felt his orgasm, how his cock pulsated inside you, even better inside you than in your mouth and you followed barely a minute after when he was still riding out his high, your back off the bed and your legs trembling around him, harsh scratches left deep in his back because of you.

Gwil collapsed on top of you, your fingers finding their way into his sweaty hair, as he slowly pulled out of you, the remnants of what you'd just did together dripping down your thigh, something he found extremely attractive. He attached his lips to yours in a passionate sweet kiss, as if you two hadn't just fucked each other's brains out, smiling as he broke the kiss and pressed another to your nose.

"Didn't think this would happen coming here tonight." He guffawed, rolling off you to get comfortable beside you. Like second nature, you curled up into him, your arm draped over his chest and his over your shoulders, sheets askew down to his waist as well as yours; to the both of you, cuddling after sex was as special as the act of sex itself.

"Neither did I...but I like that it happened." You smiled up at him. His fingers stroked your hair, his lips against the top of your head.

"Yeah? Me too."

You and Gwil stayed there, having cuddle time and striking up a conversation about what this meant for your relationship; you liked him and he liked you but for right now, it was agreed upon that the sex was great and that's what it would be, unless deeper feelings crept in. Time was lost, you felt safe with him, his hand in your hair as you traced patterns on his skin, but as much as you loved having this, you knew you couldn't stay here all night.

"We should get back. Everyone will be wondering where we are." You sat up and gathered the sheets up to your chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Gwil joined you and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're right about that, let's go, love." He said, and just as he was about to get out of the bed, there was a knock at the door followed by a very familiar American accent.

"I don't know what's happening in there but if you two are done defiling MY guest bedroom, you'd better come out and watch Ben do Jell-O shots off me."

You burst out laughing and your head fell into Gwil's neck at Joe's statement, he chuckled along with you and sighed deeply, eyebrows raised; he didn't want to leave this room either, not with having you in the bed, gloriously naked and beautiful. But still, the two of you had to rejoin the party. He kissed your temple and rubbed your shoulder as giggles slipped through your lips, he couldn't help but smile even wider at the sound of your laughter.

"Well well we can't miss that, can we?"

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