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Future Management Chapter 8

A/N: Hi all! Hope you had a great holiday! I know I said this would be done before the new year, but I think I’m going to post the last chapter on Ben’s birthday (January 2nd). So not too much behind, but thought I’d let you guys know! Anyway! I love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade. After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: SMUT! (only my 2nd time writing it, so I hope it’s okay) Unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all) That’s uh…about it. Some slightly jealous/dom!Ben (very brief)

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management) Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7)

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“You know,” Ben whispered in your ear. “The driver seems very focused on the road. We could…have some fun back here.” Ben waggled his eyebrows at you.

The two of you were in the back of the car. Ben put his arm around you and you snuggled into his side.

You giggled and smacked his chest.

“No, we can’t because you, Mr. Jones, get handsy when you’re kissing and if you mess up my hair before we make that red carpet, Sam will kill you.”

“I bet I could take him,” Ben moved your hair to one side and pressed a kiss to where neck met your shoulder.

“We’ll be there soon, and we’ve got a whole hotel room to ourselves after everything. There’s going to be lots of champagne. And you know how I get when I’ve had champagne,” you smiled at Ben and raised one eyebrow.

Ben chuckled under his breath.

“If that’s the case, I can wait,” Ben’s hand started gently stroking your arm. “Are you nervous?”

“About the film?”

“Well, I meant more about the reporters and everybody knowing that we’re back together.”

You looked up at him. “I…I mean, yeah, but…God, this is going to sound so cheesy,” you looked away.

Ben used two fingers to move your head so that you were looking at him again. “Tell me anyway.”

You looked into Ben’s eyes. They were searching yours for an answer.

“I…if you’re with me, it doesn’t matter. We can do this.”

Ben smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours gently.

“I know we can,” Ben told you when he pulled away.

The rest of the car ride, the two of you were quiet, just enjoying the calm before the storm and just being with each other.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and you glanced around Ben and out of the window to see hundreds of people. Fans, reporters, photographers, and some of your fellow cast and crew.

You looked at Ben and he gave you a big smile.

“I love you,” Ben whispered and gave you a kiss. It was just like what the two of you used to do before stepping out at movies or award shows.

The driver came around and opened the door. The first thing you heard was screaming. Then you saw the flashes. Ben took your hand before he stepped out of the car and thanked the driver.

“Oh you’re welcome. Your bags will be waiting in your room,” he gave Ben a nod before getting out of the way. You felt everybody there took a deep breath as you got out of car with Ben. It was quiet for a beat before people started screaming.

“Y/N! Y/N! OVER HERE!”

“BEN! LOOK HERE!”

“ARE YOU BACK TOGHETER?!”

The two of you smiled and waved.

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s Jasmine from E!”

You liked Jasmine, so you pulled Ben over to her.

“Hi, sweetie! How are you?” She gave you a hug and an air kiss to the cheek.

“I’m great! How are you?”

“Very well! So, I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t weird. Hi, Ben!” Jasmine gave him a smile.

“Hi, Jasmine,” Ben gave her a shy smile before she turned to you.

“What’s going on here? Are you two back together? Are you moving back to London?”

“Actually, we haven’t gotten to that yet, but we are back together!” You beamed.

Jasmine squealed and pulled both of you into a hug and then looked at the camera.

“Well, you heard it here on E! first. Y/N L/N and Ben Hardy are officially back together!”

Ben squeezed your hand and the two of you continued down the line with pictures and interviews, most of them having to do with you and Ben, but then it would change to the movie. It was going really well.

“Y/N!” You heard from behind you. You looked over and saw Jackson waving at you.

You smiled at him and walked over, pulling Ben along. You gave him a hug and then stepped back closer to Ben.

“Well, hello you two,” Jackson gave you both a knowing smile.

Ben offered Jackson his hand. “I owe you an apology, mate. I have been…well, a real prick, if I’m being honest, and I’m sorry.”

Jackson smiled, and shook Ben’s hand. “Nah, man. I get it,” Jackson looked at you then back to Ben. “Love makes people act like idiots sometimes.”

You blushed and leaned into Ben’s side. Ben put his arm around your waist after he and Jackson let go of each other’s hands.

“JACKSON! Y/N! CAN WE GET SOME SHOTS?!”

You turned to Ben. “Behave while I go take some pictures?”

“Oh, never,” Ben gave you a kiss on the cheek as you and Jackson walked over to where they were directing you.

“So, you and Ben are back together,” Jackson stated matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, we are,” you said through your smile as cameras were taking pictures of you and Jackson.

“Well good, I’m glad you’re happy.”

You looked at Jackson and saw him smiling at you. You smiled back and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Alright, Jackson! You come down here and Y/N, you stay here,” one of the organizers came over and pulled Jackson a few yards down.

The photographers and reporters were yelling your name and you did your best to look every direction so they could get the pictures.

“Can we get some with Ben?!” Somebody yelled.

You looked over at Ben, who was talking to one of photographers. Another organizer walked over and then brought Ben over to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Well hello, again,” Ben grinned.

“Hi, come here often?” You grinned back.

“Well, if there are women like you around here, I’ll be sure to come more often.”

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to keep from smiling but damn him.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Ben laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple (and you were pretty sure there were more flashes than there had been).

There were a few more pictures and interviews before they were able to sign autographs and take pictures with some fans.

“I can’t believe that you two are back together,” one woman practically squealed at you as you signed a picture she had of you. “You two are my favorite!”

You smiled at her. “Thank you so much!”

After a few more signatures and selfies, you were being ushered into the theater with everybody else.

“Y/N, so happy to see you,” TJ, the director, pulled you into a hug. He then looked at Ben up and down. “You’re Ben Hardy.”

“Yes, sir, hi,” Ben offered his hand.

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling. You knew Ben was turning on the charm. Whether he knew it or not. TJ and Ben talked for a few minutes before TJ excused himself to talk to someone else.

“Did you bring a headshot for him too?” You nudged Ben with your elbow.

“What? I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You were schmoozing. Hardcore.”

Ben opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He shook his head with a smile.

“Alright, maybe a bit.”

“Champagne?” A waiter came by with a tray of champagne flutes and Ben grabbed two, nodding his thanks before handing you one and clinking your glasses together.

“To you, my love.”

You and Ben each took a sip, not taking your eyes off each other. You couldn’t believe you were here with him again. You’d never thought that this would happen, the two of you getting back together.

“Y/N!” You heard Ginger yell your name from somewhere. You looked around for her. “Over here!” You looked towards the bar and found her. She waved you over. She was standing next to a gorgeous woman that you knew to be her girlfriend, Heidi.

You grabbed Ben’s hand and led him the way to Ginger. You gave her a hug and then Heidi.

“Ginger, Heidi, this is Ben,” you gestured to him and they both shook his hands.

“So, this is the guy that you’ve been hung up on?”

“Ginger,” you hissed at her.

“Well, I’ve been hung up on her too,” Ben laughed and squeezed your hand.

“Well that’s good, otherwise I think this would be awkward,” Ginger took a sip of her drink.

Heidi rolled her eyes and looked at Ben. “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s already on her second drink.”

Ginger stuck her tongue out at Heidi and Heidi returned the gesture.

The lights started to flicker and the four of you looked up.

“We better get in there. We’ll see you guys at the after party, right?”

“Of course! We’ll see you two later,” you gave them each a hug again before you and Ben went in to find your seats.

You were seated next to Jackson near the middle of the theater and he smiled at up at you.

“Y/N, you remember my sister, Joanna?” Jackson gestured to the woman sitting next to him. She stood up and offered you her hand.

“Hi, Jo,” you shook her hand. You had met her once or twice on set. She seemed nice enough.

“Hi,” she looked over at Ben and her eyes bugged for a second. “H…hi, and you’re?”

“Ben, nice to meet you,” Ben shook her hand. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Your heart nearly stopped and you turned back to look at him. Ben and Jo sat down but you were still trying to process what he said. Boyfriend. Yes, you supposed he was your boyfriend. It made you ridiculously happy to hear.

“Y/N?”

You looked down at Ben. “I…yeah?”

“Aaaare you going to sit down?”

“Yes, sorry,” you sat down in your seat.

“Are you alright?” Ben whispered in your ear.

You looked at him and stared at him for a moment. He looked back and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just…hearing you say you’re my boyfriend again was…” You tried to find the right word, but you couldn’t find it.

“Well, I’m not your husband again yet, so, I’ll settle for boyfriend. For now anyway.”

You were shocked by that response. You were trying to think of something, but then TJ stood up in front of the screen. Everybody started clapping and TJ held his hands up with a jovial smile.

“Thank you all so much for being here!” His voice was booming. It almost brought you back to set. “We are so excited to share this film with you all here in London. We’re fortunate enough that the author of this wonderful novel, Ms. Caroline Mayer, here with us.” TJ paused as everybody applauded and Caroline stood up and waved. “Now, I could stand up here and talk about how much work everybody put in and how wonderful our cast and crew is…”

TJ kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention because Ben’s hand moved to your thigh and started rubbing it with his thumb.

“…so without further ado, please enjoy our film.”

Everybody started clapping again and the lights went down.

You sort of didn’t like this part of the job. Watching yourself on a huge screen. It didn’t matter how well you acted. You could always find something wrong.

You tried to get Ben’s attention a couple different ways. You grabbed his hand off your thigh and played with his fingers. He let you for a few moments before he intertwined your fingers and brought your hands down between you, really paying attention to the movie.

You watched Ben’s face for a few scenes. There were sometimes that you weren’t sure he was enjoying it. You noticed his jaw clench for a moment when there was a scene between you and Jackson that was…intimate.

“You alright?” You whispered to him.

Ben just gave you a quick glance and nod and then looked back at the screen.

The rest of the movie you tried to pay attention to without critiquing yourself too much. You eventually rested your head on Ben’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead but stayed focused on the screen.

The final scene, where you and Jackson embraced after a long, grueling fight with the antagonist, played and Ben squeezed your hand. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I am so proud of you. That was amazing.”

You picked your head up and looked at him with a smile. He smiled back and pulled you into a kiss with some heat behind it.

The lights came up and Ben pulled away, smirking at you, knowing what he’d just done to you.

TJ stood up and gave a speech about the after party that would be across the street at the Grande Hotel.

“…and of course, we’ve got rooms if needed. I hope to see you all over there!” TJ clapped his hands together, dismissing everyone.

You stood up and Jackson stood up and turned to you.

“I always forget how intense that last scene is,” Jackson shrugged.

“How?! It took us almost a whole week to shoot!” You laughed.

“True.”

“That was really good, mate,” Ben leaned around you and offered Jackson his hand.

Jackson gave him a full smile and Ben returned it as they shook hands.

“Thanks, man. Well, we’ll see you both over there?”

“Of course, Jack,” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

Jackson and Joanna left, and you turned to Ben.

“That was nice of you,” you took Ben’s hand again.

“It was honest. Although, I do think I have some issues with a scene or two,” Ben replied as he led you through the row.

“Oh?” You pretended not to know what he meant. “What scenes were those?”

Once you were out of the row, Ben pulled you close to him and murmured to you, “I’ll show you later.”

That made you giggle.

“Let’s go get some champagne and celebrate,” you started pulling Ben towards to the lobby.

Nearly three hours later, you were feeling very good. After dinner and dessert, you’d probably drank almost an entire bottle of champagne and you noticed that your hands were nearly always on Ben in some way or another. And he always had a hand on you somewhere. The small of your back when you talking to TJ at the bar, your thigh when you were sitting with Ginger and Heidi, holding your hand while talking to some people from the crew that made the trip.

You left Ben to get more drinks at the bar and saw Jackson sitting by himself at the bar. After you ordered, you walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Why so glum, chum?”

Jackson gave you a lazy smile. You knew that he was feeling pretty good himself.

“Oh I ain’t glum. Opposite actually. I feel amazing.”

You laughed and gave Jackson a slight push.

“We did amazing, kid.”

“We sure did. I’m pretty proud of us,” you grinned.

“Me too,” Jackson held up his glass of whiskey to you.

You picked up the champagne flute that had been dropped off by the bartender (along with a gin and tonic for Ben) and clinked it to his glass.

“To us, sweetheart,” Jackson winked before the two of you took a sip.

“Jack,” you began, the alcohol making you pretty hazy. You wanted to tell him thank you, and that you were sorry, and that everything would work out for him, but he held a hand up to you.

“I know, Y/N, I know.”

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I meant it ya know,” you grabbed Ben’s gin and tonic. “You deserve a lot better than me.”

Jackson just shook his head and took another drink before you turned away and walked back to Ben. You handed him his drink and he fixed you with a stare. You noticed that his eyes were a dark shade of green.

“Do you have the key to our room?”

You frowned at him. You thought he was having fun.

“Yes, why?”

Ben took a long swig from his drink and dragged his eyes over you.

“We should get going. It’s getting late.”

“Oooookay?” You shot him a look but drained your champagne. You looked around at people to say goodbye, but Ben grabbed your hand and started leading you towards the elevator. You waved at a few people, but you were out of the ballroom before you could say anything to anybody.

Ben pushed the elevator button and the two of you waited for the elevator to arrive. Neither of you said anything. The elevator arrived and the two of you went inside.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ben pinned you against one of the walls of the elevator. You gasped and looked at him.

“Ben, what…?”

“You know, all night, I had to watch Jackson kiss you on that giant fucking screen,” Ben’s voice was calm as he traced your jaw with one of his fingers.

“Alright?”

Ben leaned in and growled in your ear, “So, maybe I should leave some reminders, so everyone remembers who you belong to.”

“What are you…?” You sucked in a breath as Ben not-so-gently bit and started to suck at your neck. You could practically already feel the mark he’d be leaving.

Ben pushed his hips more into yours as he slid a hand into your hair, maneuvering your head so that he had more access to your neck.

“B…Ben, I…” you stammered out.

“Yes, love?” Ben replied like he wasn’t tripling your pulse rate and continued to kiss and suck and bite around your neck.

You closed your eyes and moaned at a well placed bite.

“Theeeeere it is,” you felt Ben smirk against your skin before he started again.

Oh, two could play this game, Jones. You grabbed his free hand and held it up to your lips. You pressed a kiss to one of his fingertips. Ben stopped the assault on your neck and looked at you.

“Oh, baby, it looks like you got some caramel sauce on your fingers.”

Ben started to pull his hand away to inspect it when you put his pointer finger and middle finger in your mouth and gently sucked on them, making Ben groan. He glanced at the door of the elevator.

“This is the slowest fucking lift in history.”

You giggled around his fingers before pulling them out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry, Benny,” you looked at him through your lashes. “We’ve got all night.”

Ben pressed his chest to yours and lifted your chin.

“Don’t know how much longer I can wait. Four years is way too long to wait.”

As if hearing your conversation, the door (finally) opened and Ben pulled you down the hall. You laughed.

“Slow down! You don’t even know where we’re going!”

“I heard TJ tell you we’re in 1039,” Ben replied and led you to the right door. “Key?”

You very slowly started looking through your purse. “Hm…I know it’s here,” you teased.

“Y/N,” Ben breathed in your ear before he nibbled your ear lobe. You closed your eyes and leaned into him. “There’s more where that came from if you find that key.”

You opened your eyes and tore apart your purse.

“Oh look! I found it!” You held up the key triumphantly.

The two of you were practically falling over each other to get into the room. Once the door was shut, Ben pinned you against it with his hips. He didn’t kiss you. He just looked over your face. You stared back, barely being able to see but there was enough moonlight filtering in from the window.

“Were you all talk or…?”

“I just…am enjoying the view.”

“The last time you did that, Eliza cut our night short.”

“Good point,” Ben replied before slamming his lips to yours.

You kissed him back and wrapped your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. You felt a heat your stomach already. Ben slid his hands down your body, making your shiver.

You moved your hands and pushed Ben’s suit jacket off before you started to unbutton his shirt.

“Where’s the zipper, love?” Ben asked in a husky voice.

“Side,” you moved your arm so that Ben knew which side the zipper was on.

He quickly unzipped your dress and let it fall down your body. Ben stepped back and helped you step out of it. He blinked at you in your underwear and heels for a few moments. It was starting to make you self-conscious.

“Come here,” Ben whispered, pulling him to you and kissing you again.

You kicked your shoes off and jumped up wrapping your legs around Ben’s waist. He held you up and moved his hands to cup under your ass. He laid you down on the bed, before breaking the kiss.

You whined when he pulled away and Ben chuckled.

“Just a second. I think it’s a little unfair that I’m still dressed,” Ben told you as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. Then he leaned over you and smiled. “Better?”

“Oh much better,” you smiled.

Ben pressed his lips to yours quickly before he kissed down your neck, much gentler than he had in the elevator.

“Ben,” you breathed out.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer right away and Ben reached around and unhooked your bra, sliding it off you and kissing down your chest. He circled one of your nipples with his tongue.

You leaned up into his mouth and let out a moan as Ben’s hands slid to your hips.

“I need your mouth, lower,” you whimpered. If you had any coherent thought besides one that got Ben’s mouth where you wanted him most, maybe you would’ve been embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Ben continued down your stomach, which was something you usually hated. You had stretch marks from your pregnancy that still made you insecure, but Ben traced them with his lips, taking his time and making you feel less nervous about them.

“I love your body,” Ben muttered against you before he continued even lower. “Do you want these off?” He asked as he snapped the waistband of your panties.

“God, yes.”

You could feel his hot breath against your clothed core before he slid them down your thighs, pressing kisses to your legs as he went. He kissed back up, and sucked a mark into your thigh before he slid one of his fingers between your folds. You both moaned.

“You’re so wet, love. Who did this to you?”

“You did, you fu…ahhhh!” You threaded one of your hands through Ben’s hair as he flicked his tongue to your clit.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Ben’s voice was smug, so you have his hair a bit of a tug. Which only made him move his lips to your sensitive nub completely.

You fisted the sheets and closed your eyes.

“Ben, if you…FUCK!” You shouted when Ben slid one of his fingers inside.

“You really need to finish your sentences, darling.” Ben didn’t even wait for your response before he dove back in.

You could feel like you already about to burst. You were almost there…

“Ben…m…more?”

Ben didn’t make you ask again as he slid another thick finger into you.

“YES! Yes, ohmygodBendontstop,” you started babbling until Ben hit that spot with his fingers and dragged his teeth gently across your bundle of nerves and you exploded. Once you were done, Ben kissed up your stomach and chest again. You were breathing heavily when you felt Ben’s lips on the corner of your mouth.

“Alright there, sweetheart?”

You opened your eyes and stared at him for a moment.

“More than alright,” you smiled at him, still breathing heavily. “Now,” you rolled over on top of him, clearly taking him by surprise and you snickered at the look on his face. “Let me return the favor.”

You made your way down Ben’s toned chest and abs, paying attention to the way his muscles contracted when he inhaled rapidly, especially when you got lower to his waistband. You could see how hard he already was and it made your mouth water. You traced him with your mouth through the thin fabric and heard him swear under his breath.

“Alright there Benny?” You whispered.

“I feel like I’ll be much better shortly,” Ben ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh you will,” you slid his boxers off and watched his cock bounce on his stomach. The tip was red and it was already leaking. You stuck your tongue out and kitten licked at the head. Ben’s hand in your hair tightened and he groaned as he held his head up to watch you.

You slowly started to take more of him into your mouth and you could tell that he was holding back fucking into your mouth.

“You feel so good, love,” he muttered. At that, you took him as deep as you could, hitting the back of your throat.

“FUCK!” Ben threw his head back and closed his eyes.

You started to bob up and down on Ben’s cock, his moaning and whispers encouraging you the whole time. You could feel him start to thrust into you, making you gag. You pulled off to catch your breath and wanted to get back to it, but Ben held your head up.

“Y/N, I swear, if you keep doing that I won’t last and I want to be inside you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but he moved so that he was straddling your hips. He ran his still hard cock through your folds.

“Ben,” you started, but clearly he couldn’t wait any longer either.

You both moaned loudly as he entered you.

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” Ben huffed in your ear. He went deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you, filling you up. The stretch was slightly painful, but it felt so good all you could do was make incoherent half sentences.

“Move please” was apparently the only thing Ben needed before he pulled out and started to really fuck you.

“Shiiiiiit!” You started clawing at his back, leaving marks of your own on him. You could feel your second orgasm building each time he entered you. You could feel Ben hitting your sweet spot with almost every thrust of his hips. You hadn’t been this full in a long time and fuck, had you missed it.

“I’m so close,” Ben grunted.

“Let go, Benny, you can let…”

With that, Ben painted your walls white, sending you over the edge as well. The two of you rode out your orgasms together, keeping each other close. Once you both were done, Ben rested his forehead to yours and smiled.

“Wow,” he breathed out.

“You could say that again,” you laughed quietly and kissed him. You could still taste some of yourself on him.

“I’m going to pull out now, alright?”

You nodded. Ben slowly pulled himself out and stood up.

“W…where are you going?” You asked, weirdly nervous that he was just going to leave.

Ben smiled at you, and kissed your forehead.

“I’m getting us a washcloth so that we can clean up.”

You hummed at him and then closed your eyes. You heard him go into the bathroom and then come back. You opened your eyes and gave him a lazy smile.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben whispered so quietly that you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or not. Ben sat next to you on the bed and handed you the wash cloth.

You cleaned yourself up and then stood up yourself.

“I’ll be right back,” you gave Ben a quick kiss and then went into the bathroom.

You put the washcloth in the hamper and then looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” you muttered to yourself. Your makeup and hair were a mess, but that was nothing compared to your neck. There were bruises and hickeys everywhere. How were you supposed to cover those up for the next few days?

You got ready for bed by taking your makeup off and taking your hair all the way down. You walked back out to see Ben lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey,” you said softly to him.

He looked up at you and then opened his arms to you.

You jumped on the bed and then fell next to him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

“I forgot how amazing we are at that.”

“You know the last time we did that we got Eliza, right?”

That made Ben laugh. “Well, maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“You want more kids? Now?”

Ben shrugged and stroked your arm.

“Maybe not right now, but, I mean…we always talked about a lot of kids.”

That made you laugh. “Yeah, we did, huh?”

Ben pressed his lips to your hair.

“We can talk about this all later. Right now, I think we both need some sleep.”

“Please? Between champagne and two orgasms, you’re lucky I’m even remotely lucid right now.”

Ben grabbed the comforter and pulled it over the two of you before he wrapped his arms around again. You rested your head on his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, which was still beating a little fast.

“Night, Ben.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Just as you started to drift off, you heard him whisper “I love you”.

“I love you too.”

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rogerina-yee-haw · 5 years

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dating ben hardy (and being younger than him) would include...

request: “I read your Joe one so can you do a dating Ben Hardy and your younger? Like 19?“ “can you please do a Ben dating a younger girl like you did for Joe? I loved it 💓💓”

tagging @chicagoblackhawkslover96 as promised <3

get on with it, babes xx

warnings: some implied smut (cause I’m always horny yikes) (18+ only pls), fluff, virgin!reader cause I feel like it; also the reader is 19; some language, typos (as always lmao), slight (???) angst

a/n: Ben Hardy’s amazing personality stealing my uwus?? it’s most likely to be happening right now, I love this man with my whole ass heart

this is Ben, and this is the reader

it’s bad I’m sorry!!!!

I’ve read somewhere that Ben is on dating apps

let it be tinder here lmao

so you two met through it

you didn’t believe it was really him before you met

and you were really self-conscious because you had no idea why Ben Hardy would swipe you right and invite you to go somewhere

because you were just a basic university student

but your best friend/roommate practically pushed you out of your dorm room and said, “go get this dick, you dumb bitch!”

she agreed to go with you in case it was a catfish

but it wasn’t

it was Ben Hardy in the flesh

your friend gave you a “thumbs up” and a grin when you approached him

Ben was nice since the very first second you met

you’ve talked the entire time

his soft and soothing voice was like a beautiful song that took you to another dimension

you could sit and listen to him for hours

and you did

throughout the night he couldn’t stop complimenting you at literally anything

“that’s a great choice of biscuits, y/n”, “yeah, it’s amazing that we both hate fish”, “I really like your coat” (the last one is a direct reference to BoRhap, yes)

you could tell you were falling in love with him

and it wasn’t just a simple celebrity crush anymore, you were falling hard for this incredible man

he was admiring you every chance he got, because, besides being crazily beautiful, you were really smart, funny and just amazing

so when it was time to say goodbye, ben gave you the tightest hug you had ever had in your life

your hands went around his neck, pressing your body to his and feeling his warmth

when you pulled away, he whispered, “I really want to see you again, y/n”

and you had to restrain yourself from screaming

so when he texted you, “Are you free tomorrow night?” twenty minutes later, nothing stopped you from hollering and getting multiple complaints from the neighbors in your dorm

that’s how your relationship started

you decided to keep it on the low because neither of you craved the attention from the media

you only craved each other

your first kiss happened a week after your first date

you were hanging out at Ben’s place, binge-watching some Netflix show after a hard day at uni

your legs were across his lap and he was absentmindedly drawing circles on your ankles with his fingers

at one moment, Frankie decided it was a good idea to jump right on your stomach and start licking your face

you laughed and started petting her as she continued her shenanigans

Ben watched the two of you in awe and with the biggest smile on his face

he loved his two favorite girls interacting

so when Frankie chased the stuffed animal you threw away just for her

Ben stroked you cheek gently before kissing you

and it was perfect

before you knew it, the kiss turned into a heated make-out session

Ben was hovering over you, one of his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra, and the other one on your face, caressing your cheek

you could feel yourself grow wetter when he started leaving open-mouthed kisses alongside you neck

and when he sucked on that sweet spot right under your earlobe, you let out the most tremendous moan Ben had ever heard

it suddenly became tighter in his pants than before

he took off his shirt and helped you remove yours

“God, you’re beautiful”

you could feel his bulge through your jeans, and you rocked your hips against him to create some friction

he whined into the kiss

“You keep doing this and I won’t last long, baby”

his words worked as a stop sign for you

not that you didn’t want to have sex with him, you just didn’t feel like you were ready to do it just after a week of knowing each other

Ben understood you completely

“I’ll wait as long as you want. I won’t pressure you into anything”

if you didn’t know you loved this man before, now you certainly did

so at this moment, you’ve been in a relationship for four months

and it was amazing

you spent Christmas together, watching movies and cuddling on the couch with Frankie

your dates are always filled with blissful and delightful moments

you may go to the park and just walk while talking and laughing at each other’s jokes

or you can spend the day at his place, watching TV and cuddling and making-out

you keep forgetting that he is eight years older than you

because it seems like he’s actually eighty-five

as he always grumbles about the silliest things

“stupid kids and their stupid ball”

“it barely touched you, Ben”

“well, it could hit me on the head!”

“this dog came straight up to Frankie and started barking! So I had a little backchat with her”

“what did you say to that dog?”

“I told her to back off and not to bother my daughter ever again”

“so you were basically screaming at the barking dog in the middle of the park at six in the morning”

“she was being rude to Frankie, y/n!”

such incidents happen all the time

but you don’t mind

you’re already too in love with each other

so once your birthday comes, you decide it’s the time to get rid of your virginity

you don’t really know what’s been holding you back since you two were sinning on a regular basis

like you’ve been practicing your blowjob skills

after you went down on Ben for the first time, he just lied in bed for a while and then said, “That was so fucking good, baby”

and you suddenly became really shy and flattered

and when he went down on you

oOF

you were a whining and trembling mess and he had to hold your hips firmly because you were squirming under him

you couldn’t walk properly after it for a couple of days

so now you are ready for another big step

and you know it should happen on your birthday

so you get prepared: you buy really pretty lingerie and put on the perfume that drives Ben crazy

as you have lectures at university and it’s just a regular weekday, you delay your twentieth birthday party to Friday

but it doesn’t mean you and Ben can’t have fun

so you drop at his place after uni

you also ran some errands before it, hung out with your family and came to him at about seven pm

when he opens the door, he pulls you into the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced

“happy birthday, baby”

the dim lights and the candles all over his flat make your heart skip a beat

turns out he’s made you dinner, cooked your favorite meal and bought your fav cake

“it’s not everything you’re getting tonight”

and you know your panties are soaked through thanks to only the sound of his voice

you eat the dinner, talking about your day, and just smiling at each other

once you’re finished you decide it’s time

so you get up and come across the table, where Ben sits

and you sit down on his lap, your hands around his neck

he’s completely taken aback

“what are you doing, love?”, he asks in between kisses

he’s already a mess while you kiss his neck and run your hand through his hair

“I want you”

and you’re both breathing heavily as you look into each other’s eyes

“are you sure? We don’t have to do it now, you should-“

but you cut him off with a kiss“

I want it, Ben. I want you. I want to have sex with you”, you state firmly

he gulps and draws his lower lip between his teeth

his green eyes are now dark with lust and love

“you want it?” he whispers, kissing alongside your jaw. “Want me to make you feel good?”

and you just sigh and nod, cause you can’t speak already

so Ben picks you up bridal style and carries you to his bedroom

and – oh God – he makes you feel good indeed

you go in for two rounds before you fall asleep

you’re really happy Ben is your first

because he’s been really gentle and loving with you, asking if you were okay all the time, looking at you so tenderly that you almost started crying about how much you love him

so when you two lie in bed next to each other, panting and sweating

Ben takes a small gift bag out of his drawer

“here’s the actual gift for you”

he got you exactly what you wanted and also a necklace with the letter “F” on it

“stands for Frankie”, he explains, “thought giving the necklace with yours or my initials was boring. And now you’ll always carry our daughter with you”

you melt at “our daughter” and kiss him fondly

“thank you, Ben. I love it. I love you”

and it’s the first time you confess your feelings

his whole face brightens and he beams before kissing you

“I love you too, y/n. So much”

after that, you two start fucking like rabbits

you do it at every place, on every surface, in every position that’s possible

you also decide it’s a good time to take your relationship to a new level

which leads for both of you meeting each other’s families

Ben’s family is everything you could ever ask for

his mum is this amazing woman, who greets you with the most heartwarming smile

you talk with his siblings about everything

and by the end of the night, you’re already in love with all of them as they’re with you

your family is on the opposite side of it, as your parents don’t approve of you dating an actor who’s eight years older than you

“y/n, he’s going to play with you and then ditch you for some pretty model!” you father says while you’re helping your mum to prepare dinner several hours before Ben’s about to come

“so you think I’m not pretty enough to date him?” you furrow your brows. “As if I already didn’t have issues with self-esteem, dad”

“darling, that’s not what your father means”, your mum chimes into the conversation. “He just thinks that Ben isn’t good enough for you because he’s an actor. He’ll always be away filming, and God knows how many women would be around him-“

“so you think just cause he’ll be away surrounded by other girls he’d want to cheat on me? That’s quite an opinion of someone whom you haven’t met”

“what we mean is that he has different things in mind”, your father continues. “He’ll be thirty in two years, he probably wants to settle down already. And you’re so young for it! You’ve got your whole life before you! Why would you want to waste it on someone who’s likely to break up with you when he realizes he doesn’t want to be with someone like you?”

your father’s last words are really hurtful

because you feel like he’s right, as you've got these thoughts floating in your mind the second Ben’s lips fell on yours several months ago

as your parents are clearly unhappy to see Ben you leave their house in the worst mood

they’re not actually against canceling the meeting with Ben because they don’t like him already

so you go to his place

and it breaks your heart when he opens the door, almost dressed up and excited to meet your parents

“hey, y/n! I’ve been actually thinking to call you. What tie should I-“

you push him away and come into his flat

“baby, is everything alright?” he comes up to you and cups your cheeks in his hands

as you lose the ability to fight the urge to cry, you shake your head and tears start running down your cheeks

“just hold me. Please”

later that night when you cuddle on the couch, you’re wearing one of his shirts and he’s caressing your sides gently

and Frankie’s sleeping in the armchair near you

Ben can’t stop whispering sweet, reassuring things into your ear

“I love you. I love you so much. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you. You’re my soulmate, my love, my everything. I love you. I won’t ever leave you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted”

you don’t bring up the topic of meeting Ben to your parents after this

they can’t actually stop you from dating Ben

and they cannot do anything when he asks you to move in with him

and you happily agree

you become even more inseparable since you start living together

you also go official on social media

Ben posts a pic of you playing with Frankie with a heart-emoji in the caption

and everyone goes wild

especially your groupmates from uni, who bombard you with questions on a daily basis

your best friend brushes them all off and you’re incredibly thankful to her

some people on social media are rude to you, but you ignore them because the rest of Ben’s fans are really nice and sweet

they somehow found your tumblr and tagged you in one smutty fic about you and Ben someone has written

Ben and you recreate it later

everything goes just perfect

you’re both crazily in love with each other

and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your lives together

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Could you do 1 and 5 with Gwilym? Like some love/hate relationship? If you can't it's totally fine thank you anyway ❤

Damned If I Do **Gwilym Lee**

A/N: Thank you anon!! I went super overboard on this and wrote nearly 5k words for it, but it’s some good-ass Gwil smut. I tried to turn it into a love-to-hate-each-other relationship, with very BDE from Gwil and major Dom! vibes. So I hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, Dom!Gwil x reader

Word count: 4.9k

PROMPTS:

1: “we’re in public, you know”

5: “mine” “say it again”

prompts came from this smutty prompt list

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In your head you knew it was wrong of you to piss off Gwilym, but that man hadn’t half gotten on your nerves earlier today. As you sat at the all-inclusive bar next to Ben, sipping your Aperol Spritz, you cast your mind back to the events of the late afternoon.

“All I’m saying is that if you hadn’t insisted on having your hair appointment today, we wouldn’t be running late.” Gwil sighed, stood in front of the floor-length mirror, trying to fasten his bowtie. You were sat at the vanity, where you had been fixing up your makeup.

Slamming the lipstick down on the wooden surface, you turned to look over at him, eyes glaring into the back of his head.

“Are you freaking kidding me, Gwil? You’re saying this is my fault?” You snapped, watching as he started trying to tie his bowtie once more, having mucked it up for the tenth time. You could tell he wasn’t focusing properly, and that the added frustration was making his temper fray. But frankly, you couldn’t give two shits, as your own fuse was close to being blown.

“That’s not what I said–” He began, but you cut him off, getting to your feet and putting a hand up in a gesture for him to shut up.

“No, but it’s what you’re heavily implying.” You responded, stalking across the bedroom to grab your purse off the dresser top. Gwilym gave a short grunt of frustration as he almost messed up his neat bow, although you had a feeling it was also in response to your statement.

“Well, I’m ready.” You huffed, folding your arms as you stood by your hotel room door, waiting impatiently and tapping your velvet-clad, stiletto-heeled foot, as you watched his reflection in the mirror. Gwil’s eyes flickered up from his bow to look at you, before returning to watching his hands.

“Makes a change for once.” He mumbled, finally managing to get his bow fastened around his neck, pulling the black collar of his shirt down over it. You huffed through your nostrils angrily, probably looking like some enraged bull as you stood silently, shooting daggers with your eyes. You tapped your index finger against your bicep as he grabbed his wallet and began fastening a watch around his wrist.

Finally, he was ready too and stood in the middle of the room, arms extended out at his sides as he presented himself in front of you.

“Handsome as ever.” You bit out, before turning on your heels and opening the bedroom door, stalking out and down the hallway. You weren’t meaning to sound so horrible, but his last comment had driven you up the wall, and the intrusive thoughts in your mind were making you feel rather shitty.

Did you really spend too long on yourself?

You were shaken out of your little daydream by a soft hand brushing your elbow. Turning to your left you were met with Ben’s soft smile.

“You okay? You look a little lost.” He asks, picking up his bottle of beer from the bar top. You smile at his obvious concern for his friend’s girlfriend, and you know it won’t have gone unnoticed by him that you two hadn’t been speaking all night.

“I’m fine, Ben, thanks for asking.” You assure him, finishing the rest of your drink, regretting it as the bubbles tickle your nose and made your eyes water a little. Now it looked like you were getting emotional.

“You need me to get Gwil?” He asks you, starting to get off his barstool to go find your boyfriend. You grab onto his bicep, the steady muscle underneath the soft fabric of his blazer tensing up under your touch.

“No!” You exclaim. Ben shot you a suspicious look. “I’d rather not hang around him right now.” You admit, eyes downcast as you knew Ben would no doubt be looking at you with pity.

“Y/N, did you guys have a fight?” Ben asks you, backtracking and returning to his seat, but leaning in a little closer so as not to be overheard by anyone. You really did appreciate his concern for you both.

Shaking your head, you ask for another drink, simply requesting the same, before turning in your seat to face Ben who is waiting patiently for you to speak.

“Just an argument, really. But I’m just so furious with him.” You growl, tapping your nails on the bar as you try to keep your temper in check. Yours and Gwilym’s relationship had always been a little volatile, but in the good way. Your friendship had been the same, both of you falling out over stupid things and not speaking for a day, until one of you would cave and text the other, and you’d go grab drink as if nothing ever happened.

“Okay…” Ben began, eyebrows furrowing together. “About what?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing how stupid it must sound. “Over which one of us made us late for tonight.” You look over your shoulder at the scene before you. It was the afterparty for the Oscar’s, Bohemian Rhapsody having won four different awards at the ceremony, so celebrations were in full swing.

You’d been late to arrive at the carpet, and after the ceremony was over you’d all returned to the hotel that you were staying in, having rented out the bar downstairs for the party.

Ben laughed next to you, but you didn’t register it at first, as your eyes met Gwil’s from across the room. You hadn’t spoken since the ceremony, where you had said congratulations to him and the others. After that, you’d remained distant and sullen.

Now he was leant up against a wall, drink in hand as he stood in conversation with Joe and a woman you didn’t recognise. Joe seemed to be trying to hit it off with her, however she seemed an awful lot more interested in Gwilym and what he had to say. Your eyes remained locked with his, until he was asked a question by the woman and Joe nudged his arm. Although he looked away to speak to the girl, giving her his trademark charming smile that he always reserved for you, his eyes kept flicking up past her head to look at you.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of him knowing you were staring, you turned back to look at Ben. Although innocent enough, that girl had rubbed you the wrong way and you didn’t like him smiling at her. As idiotic as it sounded.

“Hey Ben?” You ask the blond, your eyes narrowing slightly as you try not to get too het up about what was going on across the room from you.

Ben, mid-drink, looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. You place your hand on his leg, just a couple of inches higher than his knee, but it was enough to make him choke a little on his drink.

“Thanks for being a good friend.” You told him sweetly, giving him sincere smile. Ben put his bottle down and put a hand on your shoulder, giving you a wink, something he was renowned for doing. It wasn’t a flirtatious gesture from him, more of his way of telling you that it wasn’t an issue, and that he was always going to be there for you.

“Not a problem Y/N.” He assures you, squeezing your shoulder.

Although the whole exchange was innocent enough if someone were to hear you two talking, but you knew that from across the room it wouldn’t look quite the same. That’s what you were hoping for.

Looking out the corner of your eye, you could see a tall, dark form shifting through the throng of people, and before they even got to you, you knew it was Gwilym.

In less than a few seconds, he was by your side, pushing himself a little bit in between you and Ben, cutting off your view from him. You look up at him through your eyelashes, giving him a little smirk as he glares down at you, his face like thunder.

“Hello Gwil.” You greet him politely, your tone sweet yet sharp, as you pick up your new, full glass of Aperol Spritz, taking a sip from it and running the tip of your tongue across your top lip as you wait for him to respond.

“Are you finished?” Gwil asks you, his voice dangerously low as he towers over you. His deep, cobalt-blue eyes were practically burning a hole into your mind, a flash of jealousy illuminating them. You hum, looking at your nearly-full glass as if it were a tough question, pondering over your answer.

“Not quite.” You tease, flashing him a smile that was all teeth and no humour.

“That’s not what I meant.” He hisses, eyes shifting to the left, aware of Ben sat behind him, looking a little confused and forlorn.

So he had seen you.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” You tell him, the tone in your voice growing sharper by the second. You could feel another row coming on.

Gwil scoffs, his eyes rolling as he raises a singular eyebrow at you, as if to say “really?”. You got off your stool, the legs scraping on the floor as it pushes away from you, and stood in front of him, brazenly looking him in the eye.

“Don’t take that attitude with me.” You snap, one hand balling into a fist as the other grips the bar top. You’re almost shaking with fury as Gwil glares down at you, not even flinching at your sudden act of defiance.

Leaning in, his face draws ever closer to yours, and were it not for both of your vicious scowls, people might mistake you both for getting close and cuddly. Just inches from your face, Gwil’s arm slips past you and you get ready to push him away if he tries to grab your hand or pull you into him.

Instead, you hear the scrape of the barstool behind you and feel a soft bump as it hits the back of your legs, making you startle slightly. Gwil doesn’t break eye contact for a single second as he pulls the stool up.

“Sit.” He commands you, his voice a husky growl that sends a delicious chill down your spine. You do so immediately, scooting your bum onto the seat and waiting to see what he’ll do next. It’s a little unexpected, and not what you had thought might happen.

Gwil straightens up and turns around to his friend. Ben, who had been sat with his drink, was minding his own business and scrolling through his Instagram as the whole fiasco went on beside him. But when Gwil turned around he couldn’t help but notice the obvious waves of rage rolling off of his friend.

“Ben, can you give us a moment? Alone?” Gwil asks his friend calmly, the intimidating glare dissipating instantly as he addresses him. Ben shrugs, thinking none the wiser of it, and gets up from his seat, walking off to go find Joe and Rami.

You swear under your breath, realising that Ben had now sent you to your doom, as Gwil spun back to face you. His expression held no malice or anger, just frustration. You didn’t know whether it was the good or bad kind, however.

Stepping closer to you, Gwil slips his leg between yours as he closes the gap between the two of you. His body shields you from the eyes of the rest of the room, with the cool metal of the bar keeping you pinned against him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gwilym hisses at you, all the while looking around the room, instead of at you. To anyone else, it might look like you two were having a meaningless conversation as Gwilym simply seemed to be observing the party. Nothing overly suspicious.

“I told you before, I wasn’t doing anything!” You snarl, picking up your glass and taking a big gulp of your drink, before slamming it back down on the surface, much like you had done with the lipstick earlier that day.

Gwilym’s hand suddenly grazes your knee, the pads of his fingers brushing the inside of your leg.

“Liar.” He responds, still refusing to look at you. You froze on the spot, unable to move as his hand rest firmly on your leg, his thumb digging into the soft flesh whilst his fingers lightly stroked across the soft skin. It sent tingles up your leg, straight to your core, and you tried not to let it bother you.

Besides, you were a little occupied by the fact that Gwilym had just called you a liar.

“What did you just call me?!” You demand, the volume and shrillness of your voice getting a little higher. Gwil’s hands slip up your leg, underneath the skirt of your dress, in a flash, gripping the flesh of your upper thigh tight, no doubt leaving marks. But it causes you to clamp your mouth shut as his fingers lay mere centimetres from your panties.

Bastard.

“Hush now.” Gwil murmurs, eyes twinkling as he tries to keep his face impassive, knowing full well what effect this was having on you.

“Fuck off.” You hiss under your breath, but it soon turns into a whimper as his index and middle finger slip further up and press harshly against your clothed clit. You have to resist the initial urge to move your hips and grant yourself some friction against his fingers.

Gwil leans down, so that his mouth is brushing against your ear, his beard scratching your cheek. His hot breath feels so good on your neck, and you can’t help the fact that you’re starting to get rather wet for him.

“Play nice, princess.” He hums, rubbing his fingers in a singular circle against your clit, feeling your body jerk against him in response. You clamp down on your bottom lip hard, another small whimper coming from your mouth.

“We’re in public, you know.” You mumble a weak excuse, when you finally manage to recover from the sudden stimulation. You were so furious at him for everything that had happened today, and yet it only seemed to make his touch, his fingers, and his presence more magnetising.

“I know. The perfect punishment for being such a naughty girl tonight.” Gwil chuckles, the low hum of his voice making your clit throb against the pressure of his fingertips. You couldn’t help but spread your legs a little wider for him. A silent plea for him to touch you more.

“Don’t know what you mean…” You moan gently, his fingers starting to rub slow circles through your panties onto your clit. Your hips begin to twitch involuntarily, succumbing to the magic of his fingers.

“Behave, or else I’ll stop.” He growls, removing his fingers from your clit, the loss of his touch leaving you feeling high and dry. That is, until his hand moves your panties to the side and his fingers begin to slide through your folds, spreading the wetness that has begun to pool in your underwear.

You gasp in delight and horror as you realise that there are people all around you both.

“Gwilym–”

“No.” He snaps, cutting you off.

You moan softly, knowing he won’t listen to you, not when he has you like putty in his fingers.

“Please, baby–” You whine, inching forward in your seat, hoping for him to get the hint. Gwilym sighs happily at his nickname, it offering some form of comfort to try balm over his jealousy. A name he knows only he can get you to say, and only say when you’re desperate for him.

“Much better.” He praises, fingers dipping closer to your entrance, but not quite enough. You roll your hips forward, your leg which is stuck between his brushing against his crotch, his hard on rubbing against your thigh. He’s just as turned on as you are.

This snaps you out of your mewling, submissive state, your half-closed eyes flicking up to look at his face that remains stone cold as he continues to tease your pussy in the middle of the party.

“Baby?” You ask him sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him as he looks down at you, slightly confused as to why you’ve stopped begging and squirming under his touch. You sneakily slip a hand up the inside of his thigh, until you reach his crotch, and rub his hard cock through his trousers.

Gwil almost stumbles at the sudden contact of your hand against his erection, palming him through his tight trousers, and has to bite back a loud moan. You can feel his dick flex and twitch under your palm and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

“You were saying?” You whisper, rubbing your hand along his length, the tips of your fingers pressing down a little to massage his shaft through the material. Gwilym’s fingers sink into your wet entrance without warning and you gasp, your free hand coming up to slap your mouth shut and stifle the moan that was soon to follow after.

His fingers curl inside you as he pumps them slowly, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit.

“Fuck–” You cry, as quietly as possible, through your fingers.

“Don’t you dare tease me without my permission, do you hear me?” Gwil growls, fingers moving slow inside you as he leans in to plant a kiss on your neck, right below your ear. You whine and nod your head in response, unable to open your mouth for fear of a moan coming out.

Gwilym savours the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers for a little bit longer, before he pulls away, leaving you feeling empty without his long digits inside you, fucking you just right.

He pulls out a tissue and wipes his fingers, internally fighting the urge to lick them clean like he normally would, to be able to enjoy the taste of you. But he knows there’s time yet.

“Get up.” He demands, pulling you to your feet and taking your hand in his. He begins to drag you towards the door that will lead you into the lobby, where the lifts are. You follow after him like a lost sheep, giddy with excitement and arousal. Gwilym stabs the button for the lift, and the two of you wait in silence, the lobby is almost dead, save for you and the receptionist who doesn’t even raise his head at you both.

Gwilym leans down to whisper into your ear. “When you get into that lift, I want you to take your panties off like a good girl.” He informs you, just as the lift dings and the doors open.

It’s pretty late now, so you know that there will be barely anyone else around.

The two of you step into the lift and Gwil pushes the button for your floor, before the doors close softly. He turns to you, leaning his back against the wall of the lift, his arms folded as he waits expectantly, eyes glittering with arousal. For a second you stand there defiantly, until he raises an eyebrow at you, his gaze promising punishment if you don’t comply with his wishes.

You slip your dress skirt up, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and pulling the down over your ass, letting them drop onto the carpeted floor. Gwil’s eyes remain focused on your face as he extends a hand out, waiting. You pick your panties up off the floor and place them in his outstretched palm, watching as he pockets them without another word.

“Good girl.” He tells you, as the lift dings and the doors slide open to reveal your floor.

The walk to your room is silent, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation and lust. Gwilym unlocks the door to your room, flicking the lights on. Throwing his blazer onto the little armchair, he begins to undo the tie which he had tried so hard to get perfect earlier that evening.

“Get on the bed.” He growls at you, noticing you stood in the middle of the room, watching him begin to undress. “And take everything off.” He adds, eyes flicking down to your dress.

He begins to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers from where it had been neatly tucked in, kicking off his shoes in the process. You remain still, watching him slowly remove his clothing, his slightly tanned skin rippling as his muscles flex with every movement, in the soft glow of the lamps. Just as he starts to undo his belt, he looks over at you and realises you’re still not doing as he asked.

With a sigh, he stalks over to you and slips behind you. His fingers brush the nape of your neck as he shifts your hair aside, scooping it over one shoulder, so that he can get to the zip of your dress. You can hear the little whirr as he pulls the zip down, the material of your dress loosening as he slides it off your shoulders, letting it slip off your body.

You look down and see it pooled around your ankles, leaving you naked in front of him. Gwil sucks in a deep breath as his eyes move over your bare form, unable to contain his obvious admiration.

“Fuck, princess.” He groans, his hands grazing your hips. Gwil leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs against your hot skin.

You lean back into him, the bare skin of his chest warming against your back, relishing the contact between you both.

“I’m so lucky to call you mine.” He sighs, both his hands slipping up to cup your breasts, kneading them in palms, fingers grazing over your nipples. You instinctively arch your back, your ass pressing against his hard cock, earning a low moan from him.

“I’m all yours.” You assure him, tilting your head back to give him more access to your neck, allowing him to plant open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin. He takes one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently. Your skin erupts with goose bumps and you groan, his hard cock straining against his trousers.

“Mine.” He growls, before going to your neck and slowly sucking a deep purple bruise into the skin. You reach a hand up to run it through his floppy brown hair, having recently got the back and sides cut short, so it feels soft and fluffy.

“Say it again.” You beg, feeling the familiar rush arousal between your legs, knowing you must be soaking wet right now.

He removes his lips from your neck, spinning you around to face him, cupping your face with his hands.

“Mine.” He whispers, his eyes blown with lust and love for you, lips plump and red from how much he’s bitten them.

“Then fuck me like I’m yours.” You tell him firmly, eyes never breaking contact, as you take one of his hands from your face and gently wrap it around your throat, adding a little bit of pressure.

Gwilym needs no more hints, pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you in an instant, sliding his belt off and pulling his trousers down so he can rub a hand against his hard cock through his underwear.

“Legs, princess.” He tells you, opening your legs and slipping them over his shoulders, with you helping him without hesitation. Gwil, his head between your thighs, looks up at you and gives you a warm smile, all the dominating swagger he usually has vanishing for a moment, as he looks at you like he’s the luckiest man in the world.

And then it’s gone, as Gwil dips his tongue between your folds, the tip flicking against your clit. You can feel the bristles of his beard scratching against the inside of your thighs and creating more friction against your pussy.

“Fuck, Gwil.” You cry, your back arcing as you slip your hands down to run them through the long strands of hair on the top of his head, tugging them a little. His instinct is to moan as you pull on his hair, and the vibrations against your clit make you buck your hips, grinding your pussy against his tongue.

“So wet, baby girl.” Gwil teases, removing his mouth and using a finger to rub slow circles on your clit, watching you squirm under him. He can feel his cock leaking pre-cum in his boxers, and he so desperately wants to be buried in your soaked pussy.

You seem to want the same thing as you beg for him to fuck you, your legs trembling as he switches from using his finger on your clit to using his thumb, allowing him to tease your entrance.

“Want my fingers in your pretty pussy?” He asks you, dipping them in slightly, but not fully, liking to watch as you gasp at every movement. You nod in response, your soft moans giving him all the encouragement he needs.

He buries two fingers into you with ease, curling them inside you to rub against your walls, before he starts to pump them. The sight of your legs opening more for him, taking his fingers so well, makes Gwilym rock hard. He pushes down his boxers, finally relieving his erection from its confines. It springs out, the pre-cum dripping off the tip as he wraps his spare hand around the shaft, and slowly begins stroking himself to the sight before him.

You open your eyes, wanting to see Gwilym’s face as he fucks you with his fingers, and you almost cum when you see him jerking off over you.

“Such a good girl.” He moans, mouth falling open slightly as his fist pumps his cock quickly, still praising you as he gets you both off.

“Gwil, fuck me.” You beg, knowing that you can’t hold off your orgasm much longer, and wanting to feel him deep inside you. He slows down his rhythm, teasing himself as he strokes just the head of his cock, removing his fingers from your pussy and greedily licking all your juices off them.

He shuffles himself so that his cock is lined up with your entrance, moving his hand from his member to the base of his shaft.

Gwil slowly pushes the tip inside you, pausing as you moan at the teasing sensation, before slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you, until his cock fills you up entirely. He can’t contain the hungry growl in his throat, as his desires are slowly fulfilled.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He moans, relishing the way your walls clench around him, before he begins to pull back out, and then in once more, building up a pace. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you quickly, his arms pinned at either side of your head as he leans over you, the new angle allowing him to fuck you better.

“Baby–” You cry out, one hand gripping the sheets whilst the other holds onto one of Gwil’s wrists. Noticing the way you grip onto his arm, he leans down, using his left forearm to prop himself up, whilst he slips his right hand around your throat, holding you in place. Your hand reaches up to rest over his, not adding any pressure, but just wanting to feel the sensation of his hand around your neck.

“God you’re so fucking hot, and you were so naughty tonight.” He growls next to your ear, panting as he fucks you harder, your skin slapping against each other as he drives his cock into you.

“…Wanted your attention.” You whimper, turning your head towards his, leaning in for a heated kiss. Gwilym runs his tongue along your lips before sticking it down your throat, your lips coming together in a wet kiss.

“Because only I can make you feel this good.” He gasps when you pull apart, looking at you through his long eyelashes, a little bit of spit coating his bottom lip. You gently suck his bottom lip, pulling a breathy moan from him.

“Of course baby.” You assure him, a hand slipping down to your clit to begin rubbing it at a fast pace, matching every one of Gwilym’s thrusts. “Now let me show you how you make me feel.” You tell him.

Gwilym brings himself up onto his haunches, his hands falling down to hold your hips, allowing him to control your movements and watch you play with yourself on his cock. With every clench of your walls around his cock, his thrusts grow a little more desperate, and he prays you’ll cum soon so that he can join you.

Your mouth falls open as the beginning of your orgasm starts to creep up in your stomach, and Gwilym has to bite his lip as he watches you get closer and closer.

“Say my name.” He begs you. “Say my name when you cum, princess.”

You nod at him, knowing he won’t have to wait much longer, as you reach the edge of your climax, going over the edge and falling into bliss.

“I’m–Fuck, Gwil! Oh, fuck baby…” You moan, the waves of euphoria washing over your body with every thrust of Gwil’s cock inside you.

Gwil, knowing you’ve reached your high, doesn’t try to hold off his own orgasm any longer, his thrusts getting sloppier, until he’s finally cumming too, his hot load spurting inside you.

“Jesus! Holy fuck–” He exclaims, hips still rolling against yours as he rides it out, wanting the pleasure to last as long as possible. After a few more shaky thrusts, he carefully pulls out, before bending down and pressing soft kisses up your stomach, past the valley of your breasts, until he’s kissing your chin all the way up to your lips, where he plants quick, hot kisses.

His hair is hanging down over his face, getting in his eyes and tickling his nose, but he doesn’t care, because you’re there in front of him, looking up at him with an incomparable amount of love in your heart, your eyes slightly glazed from exhaustion, as you reach up to stroke his beard.

No matter how mad he may get at you, he knows nothing can ever beat this feeling.

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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teenage fantasy. {Joe Mazzello} /SMUT\

Anon asked: Can you do a joe smut fic?? Where he's rough but soft at the same time???

A/N: 2483 words. I love this Y/N because she definitely responds to the questions ‘your boyfriend’s an actor? what’s he been in’ with ‘me.’ ANYWAYS smut. it might be a bit sappy, i genuinely don’t know if it’s good but i’m not going to apologise for it, it is what it is. have fun. would love some feedback.

“Do you remember when we were kids, we made that promise that we’d be best friends no matter what?” You said, voice gentle as you rested your head on Joe’s chest, the two of you half paying attention to something on the television.

“It was when I brought you along to Jurassic Park,” Joe agrees, an arm around you, rubbing small circles into your back, “you’d wandered off to find the T-Rex, and you found her, but she started malfunctioning and you started screaming.” And the moment you try and bury your embarrassed expression against his chest, he laughs, low and warm, and gives you a squeeze. “Yeah, I remember, why?”

“That still holds up, right?” Your voice is muffled where you’re still pressed against his chest, and he’s quick to answer.

“Yeah, it’s a promise, babe.” When he speaks, you look up at him and see him grinning; he’s still looking at the TV, but you can tell he’s not paying attention to it.

“Well when I was sixteen I also promised I’d never date an actor-” You half smile, and he finally looks down at you, raising his free hand to his chest.

“That really broke my heart, you know.” He interjected, and you gave him a light shove.

“Exactly, I broke that promise.” And his expression softens from amused to gently concerned.

“Why are you bringing this up now? What’s got you worried?” He asked, and you can’t articulate your thoughts. “You’re my best friend, my girlfriend, and I’ve known you since grade school; babe,” he laughs a little, wearing a fond smile, “at this point I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me.”

“But when we made that promise, we were kids, we didn’t know what it meant, we didn’t have to be anything.” Voice soft, you rest your head on his chest again, eyes closed as the fear that had been overwhelming you for months finally came to a head. “But we’re, we’re grownups and you’re someone, Joe. You’re in Bohemian Rhapsody, and I’m-”

“Stop it.” Joe’s voice is firm, and your voice dies in your throat. “Whether or not I’m in a movie or whatever, that doesn’t change anything about us.” His voice is unwavering, and his sincerity calms something in your chest; he truly believes in what he’s saying.

“You mean that?” You murmur, and he taps your hip gently. Moving automatically, you sit up looking at him with only the barest hint of uncertainty as he beckons you towards his lap, letting you straddle him.

“Of course I mean that.” It’s so soft when he says it, his hands cupping your jaw as he pulled you in for a kiss. He holds you like you’re made of porcelain, and when you lean back, his fingers ghost, feather-light down your arms to settle at your hips. The way he looks at you, reverential, like you hang stars in the sky, his eyes wide and bright, the barest hint of a smile on his lips, it’s as if he’s trying to commit this image to memory. It’s like he’s never seen anything more beautiful that you, in his lap, wearing a shirt that was far too big for you, and a pair of lacy knickers, and you duck your gaze, bringing your hand up to scratch the back of your neck. “There’s no-one I’d rather be with, I promise.”

“Joe-” you murmur his name soft as he takes your chin and guides you back to face him, pulling you in where you’re smiling bashfully.

“Baby, I promise.” He says, his lips inches from yours, and you grin as you close the gap between you two, kissing him fear disappointing in a way you hadn’t realised it would the moment he has a hand on your ass, squeezing firmly, almost like a reassurance.

“Did high school you ever imagine we’d end up here?” You half laughed as Joe peppers kisses across your collar, which then turned into a faint gasp as he ran his fingernails up your side beneath your shirt with the hand that wasn’t on your ass.

“I think high school me had this exact fantasy.” He admitted, and as you laughed, his hands quickly come up to pull off your shirt over your head and he nodded, shooting for serious as he made a noise of agreement. “Actually, this is much more accurate.” And you’re still giggling even as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh. He kisses his way up your chest, deliberate, lips warm against your skin, and then there’s that smile again, the one you’ve known for years, the one you’ve loved for years, and suddenly you feel secure.

You’ve seen him on screen a million times, falling in love and kissing what felt like a million different people who weren’t you, but in moments like this, where he’s got his hands on your back, guiding you to lay down on the soft bed.

“What about you? Did high school you ever consider this?” And he punctuated it by pulling his shirt off over his head, and you reached up, regarding him with an affectionate smile, tugging him into a messy and passionate kiss as an answer. He had one hand on your cheek, the other moving lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. He swallows your gasp as he slides one finger into you easily.

“I-” when he stars to kiss down the column of your throat, you try and answer, but he chooses that moment to start moving gently within you, curling and uncurling his fingers at an agonisingly slow pace.

“Is that right?” He sounds so innocent but you can feel his smirk against your shoulder.

“That summer, we were- we were sixteen-” you stutter your way through your sentence as his thumb begins to gently rub at your clit. He presses a kiss to your sternum, before looking up at you expectantly; you want to laugh at his innocent act, but the moment you make eye contact, he presses deliberately against both your clit and your g-spot, and your head drops back to the mattress, letting out a low, heavy chuckle, more akin to a moan. Almost all words leave you as your reach down to hold his hand in place, hips rolling in time with the way his fingers moved inside of you. “There, right there.” You whimpered, letting go when he kept the rhythm, letting your hands fist in the sheets of the bed.

“Fuck that’s hot.” You hear him murmur under his breath, and when you look at him, he slows down, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to give him an amused look, heart still beating erratically as he continues to finger you at a steady rhythm. He looks a little surprised that the words had even left his mouth. “What? You are.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but be endeared by his earnest honesty.

“Take off your pants, you dork.” You grinned, biting your lip and pressing your thighs together as he removed his hand from your panties, leaving you feeling a little empty.

“So you were saying; when we were sixteen you wanted to fuck me?” He asked, tone light as he pulled off his sweat pants, and you chuckled, shifting to sit against the headboard, lazy grin on your face as your own fingers dipped into your panties.

“Pretty much.” You admit easily, and he snorts out a laugh. “I remember, it was like Mid-July, I came over for dinner and you were washing your mom’s car, just wearing board shorts,” and you trailed off, making a low hum of approval at the memory, gasping sharply as you pinched at your clit. Finally, Joe looks at you, now in his boxers, and he goes completely still, watching your hand work.

“Babe, I was so pasty.” He moves automatically, hands on your hips pulling the fabric down your legs, leaving you exposed as you opened your legs for him.

“You’re still pasty.” You smirk as you watch him kiss his way up your inner thigh, grip tight on your thigh like he knows you like. He takes your clit in his mouth, sucking hard, making you arch into him, cocky amusement evaporating with a whimper. It only takes a moment, his tongue flicking across the bud, before he’s moving further up, pressing kisses to your stomach, biting gently at the swell of your breasts with an almost awed laugh when you moan at the sensation.

“Taking your time there?” You ask, gently lifting his chin when he presses his lips to your chest, and he grins, a little devilish as if happy to be caught in the act.

“Sorry, I was just remembering...” and he’s wearing this shit-eating grin as he sits back, reaching into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and opening it easily, “about five minutes ago my girlfriend was worried I’d leave her for my fancy, Post-Bohemian Rhapsody lifestyle.” He slides off his own underwear, and you suppress a fond smile. “I’m just trying to prove that that’s not going to happen.” He pulls you by the hips towards him once the condom is secure, and he pauses for a moment, the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Well don’t keep me waiting.” Voice low and seductive, you moan, long and breathy as he sinks slowly into you.

“Never, baby.” He murmurs into your ear before capturing your lips in a kiss. He starts so slow, so deliberate, and your move your hips to match his pace, breath catching when your hips meet his and you can feel him hit deep inside of you. It’s like a switch has been flipped, the teasing banter leaving your mind as all you can think about is his cock inside of you, his hand on your thigh pulling your leg up, closer to him.

Your nails dig into his back, you can feel him press a groan into your neck. You reach down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, and your head falls back as you play with your clit as Joe fucked you.

“God, baby you feel so good.” He presses a kiss to your throat, his grip on your thigh tightening.

“So good.: You agree, as if the words were being pulled from you. He slows down for a moment, moving back to look you in the eyes. Seeing you looking up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide, and lips swollen from where you’d been biting them to keep yourself quiet, he can’t help but snap his hips to meet yours, if only to hear your gasp, watch your eyes flutter closed for a moment.

“I’m all yours, baby, I promise.” And you reach up with your free hand to pull him in to a kiss, moaning and sloppy against his lips, rolling your hip lazily, enjoying the new pace.

“All mine.” And there’s a self-assuredness in your voice, with him deep inside of you, his hands on your thigh, that hits him right in the chest. If you’d asked him right now, he’d walk through hell for you without hesitation. “I love you.” And he’s still a little dazed.

“I love you too.” He responds, and he feels your hands on his hips, sees the way you’re biting your lips, and his pulse gets even more erratic, if possible. Moving with him, the two of you role until he’s laying on the mattress, and you’re straddling him. It only takes you a moment to reposition him before you’re sliding down onto his cock, taking a moment to just enjoy the feeling of fullness, before you start grinding against him.

“Fuck.” He breathes, hands steady on your hips, loosing himself in the sensations. And then you’re leaning over him, lips against his, kissing him hard, as you rode him, moving down and sucking a hickey into his chest, as one of his hands comes up to pinch at your nipples. “Fuck, I love you, baby.” He moans, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“I love you too, God, I love you so fucking much.” And your eyes flutter closed as he begins rubbing at your clit. You’re both so close as you grind against him, his hips rolling against yours, cock hitting inside of you at just the right angle as you leaned back a little, and the words falling from your lips are incomprehensible, but all you can hear is his moans, and praises as he tells you how good it feels to be inside of you.

You come with a high moan, leaning forward and pressing your forehead to his, hips still rolling as he comes a few moments later, pressing desperate kisses to your lips, holding your hips steady, flush against him as he buries himself deep inside of you. The world stands still for just a moment, your pussy still twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you let out a shaky laugh.

“So is that how the fantasy usually turned out?” You asked, catching your breath for a moment before you climb off of him, flopping onto the bed beside him. Joe snorts out a laugh, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to head to the bathroom and dispose of the condom.

“I never really got that far.” He admitted, and you let yourself relax and chuckle into the easy silence of the room.

“I think I could do another thing high school you would have fantasized about.” You call out, and when he returns, there’s an amused look on his face, his eyebrow raised with interest. You beckon him over and he sits on the bed against the headboard at your insistence. You take his now soft cock in your hand, gently pumping it a few times.

“You’re gonna have to give me a few minutes before round two.” He insisted, and you smiled softly at him, hand still gentle on his dick.

“I know, I just wanna make you feel good.” And it’s so sweet and honest that Joe feels like his heart’s going to melt as he takes your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your lips.

“You do, baby.” He murmurs, and the two of you are quiet for a moment, resting your foreheads together, his hands cupping your cheeks, your hand still working his dick where it was already half hard.

“I just wanna,” you try to explain, though he can hear the wicked smile in your words without even opening his eyes, “make you feel as good as I do when you tell me you love me while you’re so fucking deep in me.” And Joe lets out a low groan, his cock twitching in your hand.

“You’re far too hot for your own good.”

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello smut #borhap cast #borhap cast imagine #smut #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #queen #queen imagines #the angry lizard writes

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rogertaylors-lipgloss · 5 years

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Master List

* = Smut

Last Updated: July 14, 2019

Ben Hardy

American Girl (ongoing)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four*** (She’s filfthy)

Brian May

Rockstar

(One Shot- Potential Series)*

Runaway (Ongoing)

Chapter One

Chapter Two*

Chapter Three

Roger Taylor

I Want to Break Free

Chapter One

Gwilym Lee

Love and Lasagna (ongoing)

Chapter One*

John Deacon

College AU! John Deacon x Reader Req.- MultiShot

Chapter One

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shels-kpop-main · 5 years

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Masterlist (Queen & Bo Rhap)

Roger Taylor

Three Blondes Walk Into A Bar - Rogerina x Roger x Reader - Smut

Three Blondes, Part Two - Rogerina x Roger x Reader - Smut

Did You Miss Me? - Roger Taylor x Reader - Smut

Moments Series [Completed] - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen

Soap & Water - Soft!Roger x Reader - Fluff

John Deacon

When We Get Home - John Deacon x Reader - Fluff/Mild Smut

Urgent - John Deacon x Reader - Smut

Summer Girl - John Deacon x Reader - Fluff

Keep You Warm - John Deacon x Reader - Smut

Smut Blurb That Got Out of Control - John Deacon x Reader - Smut

Dirty Laundry - John Deacon x Reader - Smut

Headboard - John Deacon x Reader - Smut

Fingering Blurb That Got Out of Control - John Deacon x Reader - Smut

Brian May

Asking For It - Brian May x Reader - Smut

Under The Table - Possessive!Brian May x Reader - Smut

Under Table, Part Two - Possessive!Brian May x Reader - Smut

Someplace Quieter - Brian May x Reader - Smut

Live Wire - Brian May x Reader -Smut

A Learning Experience - Brian May x Reader - Smut/Fluff

Gwilym Lee

Someone You Love - Gwilym Lee x Reader -Smut/Angst/Fluff

Ben Hardy

Perfect - Ben Hardy x Reader - Fluff/Smut

Perfect Together - Ben Hardy x Reader - Fluff/Smut

Skin - Ben Hardy x Virgin!Reader - Fluff/Mild Smut

Daddy Lessons - Dom!Ben Hardy x Reader - Smut

Smut Blurb That Got Out Of Control - Ben x Reader - Smut

Joe Mazzello

Blueberries at Breakfast - fluff headcanons

Miscellaneous

Hands - John, Brian, Roger - Smut

Mouths - John, Brian, Roger - Smut

Pregnancy Blurbs - John, Brian, Roger - Fluff

Disabled!Reader Blurbs - John, Brian, Roger - Fluff Blurbs/Headcanons

#queen #bo rhap #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor #john deacon #brian may #fic #masterlist #ben hardy #fluff #smut #moments series

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chaandknight · 5 years

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Fingers | Roger Taylor | Smut

Summary: Roger just wants to watch you fall apart while he finger fucks you. 1.9k words

A/N: Written while listening to Fingers by Zayn, because its a mood. No beta, probably has a few mistakes. Let me know what you think of it. 70s Roger has my heart and I’m bitter Bohrap didn’t recreate this look exactly. Enjoy.

Tags: Smut, bit of fluff.

No matter what they would say, touring was hard. You had no idea how they did it all the damn time, you were so tired and Queen was only a couple of shows into the tour. They were playing a show now, Roger had begged you to come. He was always adamant about you watching from backstage or even in the crowds, he liked having someone to play to he said. He was extremely needy, constantly pouting whenever he wouldn’t get his way.

He would whine and pout if you even suggested missing a show, he was always needy like that. Roger always had that ‘peacock’ personality, even when you were first years at uni. That was how you go together, actually - he couldn’t help but show off in class, always one upping you with answering your professors questions. The rivalry between you both was something the class would always talk about, taking bets on who would get the highest grade. What they didn’t know was that you had been friends well before university. Perhaps spending countless nights studying and helping him practice drumming was what lead to your first kiss and maybe plotting out the next set of questions you’d argue over in class was what made you decide to officially get together. You had seen him play with smaller bands, then coming to Smile, and finally it was Queen. Words couldn’t describe the pride you had for him, for all four of the boys who worked so tirelessly on their music to finally be rewarded with everything they had dreamed of.

Those dreams however were extremely tiring on you. Between keeping up with your honours degree and touring with Roger you had no time to sleep. You were so drawn out you had actually fallen asleep at an after party, drink in your hand and leaning on Roger. He had been so busy talking to the person next to him that he hadn’t noticed until your drink started to spill on his shirt. He carried you back to your hotel room that night, apologising profusely. He hadn’t realised how much a toll touring was taking on you.

Which is why, when Roger suggested you sit this show out you jumped at the opportunity. An entire night in the hotel room just to yourself? Who would say no? And so you bid Roger farewell, wishing him luck on the show - even though he insisted he didn't need it. You had shed your clothes and were now fast asleep in the lavish bed the hotel supplied.

Roger had walked into your shared hotel room, high off the show buzzing with adrenaline still wearing the clothes he wore on stage. He had missed you during the show and had come back to ask you to the after party. He did not expect to open the door to find you, spread out on the bed. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and he found breath caught in his throat. You were fast asleep, sheets wrapped around your naked body, the small strip of slight from the gap in the curtains illuminating your body like a halo. He closed the door, flicking the lock. The after party was long forgotten. He stalked over to the bed, laying down next to you and propping himself up on his elbow to watch you. His finger gently traced the outline of your jaw, finger tips barely brushing soft skin.

You stirred from your sleep, maybe it was the rustling of the sheets or the fact that you could feel his touch on your jaw, your cheeks and neck. It took a while for your eyes to adjust to the light, his face was still flushed from the show, the tips of his hair brushing against your face.

“Slept well my love?” He asked, voice soft enough to lull you back to sleep. You nodded lazily, not willing to move too much. Your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him in closer. He took that as a sign to close the gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours fully intent on keeping it short. You weren’t going to let him go that easily though, your arms tightened around his neck, holding him down until he kissed you properly. He grinned into your kiss, not caring at all that you had just woken. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, brushing down your collar bones, gently tracing the bone jutting out, just touching your breasts and finally resting firmly at your waist underneath the sheets. You pulled away from the kiss, trying to make up for the breath he stole from you. He had a shit eating grin on his face, looking down on you slowly taking in your sleep muddled appearance.

“I did, until you came.” you replied absolutely no heat in your voice, running your hand over his shoulder to his chest. He was wearing an open shirt, one of your favourites. His chest was still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Something that would drive you mad. Your hands ran over his chest, taking in the perfect skin. You grabbed onto his necklace pulling him down into another kiss. His fingers brushed against your stomach, making you shiver from the contact. It didn’t take long for his hands to find the place he was looking for. A small gasp escaped past your lips as he spread your legs, running two finger against your folds.

You weren’t expecting him to jump straight to it. But he did. He clearly was in a mood as he watched over you, seeing you react to his fingers running over your core. You tried to control your breathing, but it was no use. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips. He drew it out as he teased you with his fingers, just brushing over your clit. A soft whine slips from your lips and you can just feel the smirk forming on his face. He pulled away leaving you desperately trailing after him. He just chuckled,

“Babygirl, you’re supposed to be resting” he mused, pressing open mouth kisses down your jaw as his fingers rubbed against your sensitive nub once again. Your hips pushed up of their own accord, not satisfied with the amount of attention his fingers were giving you. He pulled away again, propping himself up his elbow properly. He wanted to look down on you. Watch you fall apart from his fingers alone. You whined from the loss of contact, reaching out for him. He just tutted, evading your grasp. “Let me watch you sweetheart” and with that he pushed a finger into you.

He knew exactly how to move his fingers, what angle would send you into a moaning mess. He’d constantly shower your neck and jaw with open mouthed kisses, watching as you moaned and mewled. His thumb traced soft circles on your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. You were melting from his fingers alone, wanting so desperately to reach out and pull him closer. Whenever you tried he would stop, giving you a look until you complied with what he wanted. You tried to grind against his hands, trying anything to get more friction. He had decided he didn’t like that, halting his movements completely.

“You need to learn to stay still, love” his hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it gently. You pouted, hoping that it would convince him to give you what you wanted. You were too tired to do anything more, wanting nothing more than his fingers back on you. His hand stroked the soft skin of your inner thigh, thumb inching closer to your core.

“Patience, darling.” his voice was soft, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Let me make you feel good.” His voice alone would be enough to get you off, you couldn’t help the small moan that made its way past your lips. It wasn’t often you’d listen to him in bed, always fighting back in some stubborn way. It drove him mad, leading to him pushing back just as hard, trying one up your teasing attempts on him. It was times like these, when you were too tired to push back and tease him did he take full advantage. His fingers were back on your core now, tracing invisible shapes on your clit. He had you writhing underneath him once again. This time he had decided you were wet enough, pushing two fingers into you. His name escaped your lips like a prayer.

“Rog…” you gasped, clinging to him. He shuffled closer to you, now hovering over you. He kept his distance between your bodies, just brushing against you. His necklaces dangling over your collar bones, occasionally brushing against your skin when he leaned in to trail kisses over your jaw. His fingers never stopped between your legs, eliciting moans and gasps from you. You were a whimpering mess underneath him. He watched you, mouth slightly open. He’d bite his bottom lip every once and awhile - especially when you called out his name. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

Your nails dug into his arms, clinging onto him for dear life. You found yourself nearing your climax and he could sense it too. He kept his pace, rubbing circles onto your clit and curling his fingers just so. You found yourself gasping for breath as the knot inside you unfurled and you came. His name was a breathless whisper on your lips as you held onto him for dear life. He coaxed you through your orgasm, pressing his lips to your ear and the soft space just underneath it. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you looked when you came, how you were such a good girl for him. He stroked your thigh, waiting for you to come back to your senses.

His arms had small half moon marks on them, his chest red with marks you had no memory of making. You opened your eyes to find your boyfriend smiling down at you. He was so satisfied with himself and if you weren’t half asleep and high off an orgasm you’d tease him for it. For now though, you cupped his cheeks pulling him down into a kiss. He smiled against your lips, finally pressing against you properly. The sheet and his clothes being the only barrier between your bodies.

“Maybe I should stop forcing you to shows from now on. Makes you much more complacent” he mused, hand running up your thigh once again.You had a reply on your lips as your palms found his chest, his hands covered yours, pulling them up to his lips and kissing your fingertips. The retort died before passing on your lips. You felt your heart flutter at his simple gesture, wanting nothing more than to just fall asleep with him by your side. Unfortunately for you, he had other plans. He pulled away, rolling off the bed. You whined, sitting up and pulling the sheet over your chest,

“Where on Earth are you going?” you demanded, voice still recovering from your orgasm. He just laughed, flipping his hair over his shoulder, not bothering to look over at you.

“Shower, love. After party started twenty minutes ago.”

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softboyuris · 5 years

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Rough Night at the Rainbow Theatre

Roger Taylor x Reader

1.1k+ words

A/N: Hi, so um this is smut. And I don’t really write smut but an angry Roger is a hot Roger so I gave it a shot. I’m thinking about making a little series of how the reader and Rog came to be “lovers” and then eventually dating (lmk if you’d like that) but that would involve smut so we’ll have to see how this is received. I hope you enjoy! requests are always open

Warnings: Smut, a hot angry Roger. Beware of arousal if you read on

Even before the power went out, the second time, you knew the band wasn’t very happy. They never really enjoyed having a camera impeding on their performance, but would never turn down the opportunity for more to enjoy their music live.

It was when you noticed the slight aggression in the way Freddie was performing that you got a bit worried. You were watching from the sidelines, a long time friend of Brian and later the rest of the band, giving you priority viewing of any of the shows you were lucky enough to attend.

Freddie rarely got annoyed on camera, especially during performances. He would show his distaste for the way things were being handled or how close the crew was getting by making them uncomfortable, something you always found hilarious. But he had started glaring, singing with more intention and intentionally avoiding the camera.

What caused your stomach to ache in worry was that if Freddie was getting aggravated by the camera, Roger was fucking pissed. He was already in a sour mood before the show. Now with the power having gone out twice and the camera crew getting in the way of their connection to the audience, you knew he was too far gone. You only hoped he wouldn’t start throwing things.

As Queen’s more rock rendition of Jailhouse Rock came to a close, Roger banging wildly on his drums, you saw Deaky backing away from Rog and his drum kit. You were biting your lip when the scene unfolded, Roger hitting the final cymbal before kicking his drum set across the stage.

Freddie thank’d the audience and waved them goodnight before ushering John off the stage. You gave them an uneasy smile, pushing up on your tiptoes to see Roger knocking over him boom stands.

Your face frozen in shock, you release a sigh as Roger comes marching in your direction. You open your mouth to ask what’s wrong but the forceful way he grabs your wrist has you shutting up. He pulls you into the closest room with a door, not even bothering to lock it as he pushes you against the wall, kissing you feverishly.

When you had first met the drummer your first day of university, you had hated each other. Brian, having been your neighbor since you were tots, wanted you to come to see his band Smile perform since you were finally on the college scene. Of course, you wanted to support him so you came and made acquaintance with the other band members, instantly having a negative opinion about Roger.

For years, the two of you bickered nonstop whenever in a room together until one day it got so bad the rest of the band had to leave the room. And one thing led to another and before you knew it Rog was fucking you behind his drums. What could you say, his anger kinda turned you on.

Now anytime the blonde decided to throw a tantrum, you were there to calm him down in the only way you knew how. The rest of the band, save for the ever intuitive Freddie, didn’t have a clue what was going on between you two and you preferred it that way.

Having Roger’s lips pressed roughly against yours has your head swimming. You hadn’t even considered that he would be in the mood for sex when he was destroying his drumset until he very harshly rolled his hips into yours, making his need evident.

A moan escapes your lips as Rog moves to suck on your neck, no doubt leaving several bruises down to your sternum.

With one hand squeezing you hip, he gripped your thigh pulling you flush against him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up leaving more skin exposed on your thigh for Rog to squeeze before placing his hands on your ass.

Roger’s choice not to wear a shirt for their set could not have come on a better day. One less piece of clothing you had to bother with. As Roger continues to bite and suck at your neck, you fumble with his belt, shoving his pants down as best you could from your position wrapped around his waist.

You moan into the kiss Rog places on your lips. One of his hands moving from your ass to push your panties aside. You gasp as he slides into you easily. You both still for a moment, letting the feeling of him inside you wash over you. It’s unspoken when he takes it upon himself to start thrusting into you, rather roughly.

You don’t mind, running your fingers through his hair, involuntarily tugging on it when he hit the perfect spot, causing him to groan. His head falls to your shoulder, lips parted slightly letting out small gasps and moans. “Fuck Y/N.”

You moan out his name as his grip on your waist tightens, surely leaving fingerprinted bruises in their wake. He’s a sweating, moaning mess when he reaches his high, coming inside you and riding it out so you can reach yours too.

You come down on shaky legs, Roger’s head still on your shoulder, panting in your ear. Starting just below your ear, he leaves a trail of kisses before pressing his lips firmly to yours.

When he knows you’re stable enough to stand, he backs away from you, catching his breath. “The power should go out more often.” You tease breathlessly.

“Don’t even think about purposely messing with our show.” Roger rasps, voice still deep with lust as he puts his pants back on.

“I would never.” You say, but a smirk tugs at your lips that Roger doesn’t like, squinting his eyes at you. He comes over to you, readjusting your skirt before putting his hands on your waist.

“You better not.” He catches your lips once more but it’s short-lived as someone loudly opens the door, the two of you springing apart.

There’s no doubt in your mind the stingy little closet you two have been in no longer than ten minutes doesn’t reek of sex as Freddie eyes both of you, Brian and John peering over his shoulder. “Roger, I swear, sex isn’t gonna solve all your issues.” Freddie sighs, confirming your suspicion.

“Comes pretty damn close though, doesn’t it?” Rog replies, glancing in your direction with the cockiest smile.

“Managements pissed. More pissed than you were throwing your bloody drum kit across the stage.” Freddie says blatantly, stepping back as a way to let Roger know he needs to go talk to management.

With a sigh and a pinch of your butt, causing an involuntary squeak to leave your mouth, he leaves. Turning around to give you a smirk that you return with a condescending smile.

You could hear Brian saying something to Freddie about Roger’s anger. “The thing only just missed me- I might have been killed.” Freddie mumbles to John who shakes his head, giving you a smile and small shrug before leaving you alone, still lost in the thought of Roger’s hands on you.

#smut #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy #rainbow theatre #drums #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #bo rhap #roger taylor smut #bang me like you bang your drums #oof

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borhapstyles · 5 years

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daily reminder that ben hardy is somewhere out there lookin like this

and that somewhere ain’t with me ... can u hear my heart breaking

#ben hardy #ben h #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #rami malek #ben hardy smut #bo rhap #ben hardy x reader

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blondecarfucker · 5 years

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Masterlist

Roger Taylor x Reader | BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Bed of Roses - COMPLETE

Summary: It’s 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

ACT ONE “Everything is getting settled for what happens at night. It’s time for anticipation. The hour of the day when you feel the potential in the air.”

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

ACT TWO “Everything is more intense at night.”

Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15

ACT 3 - DAWN

“It’s the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out”

Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21 + Epilogue, 1988 Special

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Creatures of the Night - IN PROGRESS

Summary: You're a videographer, and you get the opportunity of a lifetime as you're invited to direct and film the News of the World documentary. But you don't expect to fall for the photogenic drummer.

Part 1 - Waxing Moon

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Requests

Softie/Sub Roger

Roger cheering you up when you don’t like the way you look

Dom!Roger, a bit of punishment

Queen (band) meeting The Queen and her daughter (reader), Roger flirts with you and the band is mortified

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Challenges

3k Challenge with Ocean Eyes, by Billie Eilish, and a request for a fic where the reader is artistic and draws Roger for an anatomy class - Personal Favorite

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Headcanons

Christmas with Roger Taylor You're trying to get to the Deacon's Christmas dinner, but everything's going wrong. You and Roger still find a way to enjoy the night.

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rogerina-yee-haw · 5 years

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Joe Mazzello - NSFW Alphabet

a/n: I'm dedicating it to @starfleet-wannabe💓 babes, you make my days better!!! ily!!!(also I promise you that those imagines abt Joe x Reader will see the light once...I promise you, Erin)

I can't insert the "Keep reading" link from the tumblr mobile app, cause I'm really dumb, so if you don't want to read it - just scroll down k thx

this was requested many times and I'm sorry, my dudes....this is really bad....

warnings: obviously smut lmao, typos (sorry I've read it too many times just to check on errors and I can't look at this text right now, and there are obviously still bunch of mistakes, sorry, fellas)

Joe if you ever see this I'm sorry I hope it never happens

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

Joe is the softest human being ever (well, mostly). It doesn't matter whether the sex was romantic and tender or rough and passionate, the aftercare is always the same: he helps clean you up and then make you both tea, while you lie in bed, talking and just spending time with each other.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

As it was considered on this website, Joe is an ass man. You can count the times his hands were off your bum; he always keeps his hand on your lower back, and then, if he's in the mood (and he's always in the mood) he starts caressing your butt through your clothes, grabbing and tapping it when he can. It's not like the ass is the only thing he admires - Joe loves all of you, every part of your body and soul. But your ass is just so squishy and soft, and he can't get enough of it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

If the sex is unprotected, he cums on your ass. Period.

D = Dirty Secret

Joe doesn't have dirty secrets. If he wants to try something, he'll tell you about it; there isn't something you two can't discuss.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

Joe is very experienced. He knows exactly what to do to make you scream his name in the bedroom.

F = Favourite Position

Doggy (unbelievable, right?). He also loves reverse cowgirl for obvious reasons. But it doesn't mean that you don't change positions while having sex. He loves seeing you on top, riding both of you into orgasm; he enjoys missionary and every other sex position, simply because he gets to try them all with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Come on, it's Joe we're talking about here. Sex is sometimes filled with him telling you stupid jokes, and always it turns out to be just like he's having a stand up show, while you lie down naked under him. He may crack up some dad jokes during the most tense moments, like when you're on top of him, and you're gasping and moaning, "I'm cumming", he'd say breathlessly, "Hi, cumming, I'm Joe", and you'll just burst into crazy laugh, even though the joke is stupid and not funny.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn't like to be completely bare down there, so he just keeps it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Joe is very romantic (we been knew). He just loves you so much that, even if the sex rough, he still wants and needs you to feel loved and comfortable. The man is so in love with you that he can't stop kissing and touching you, whispering how much he adores you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It's a must, if he's away filming. You two like to get yourselves off while talking on the phone, breathing and moaning messily while telling each other the filthiest things. Joe is actually an expert in dirty talk.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Joe's got hella lots of kinks. He's most preferable ones are:

Daddy kink. Do you really think this man doesn't like to be called daddy? If you do, you're wrong. Seeing you twirling in ecstasy when "daddy" is the only thing you can weakly whimper makes him bust a nut right then and there.

Edging. He's an asshole sometimes, alright? Joe enjoys it when you desperately beg him to fuck you. He loves when you're being restrained all day, and you walk around frustrated and horny. Not to mention that the thought of fucking you hard later turns him on immediately. (You love all of it too, even though you don't admit it sometimes; you're also fond of the idea teasing Joe like this later).

Slight voyeurism, but he likes to watch himself fuck you. He's bought a huge mirror for the bedroom, so that you two could have sex in front of it. He loves to pound into you from behind, holding your hair, slapping your ass and saying the dirtiest shit, like, "Watch yourself being wrecked by my cock" or "Look how pretty you look, look at your pretty tits boucing like this cause I'm fucking you so hard"

Dirty talk (it's considered as a kink, right?). Come on, Joe is a master at this. He'd spill the filth at random places; like you two are doing grocery shopping and he comes to you holding a watermelon, leans in and whispers in your ear, "I wish I could bend you over this shopping cart and fuck you till you can't move". And you just stand there bewildered, while he continues his routine. Or when you're on some fancy event, he'd put his hand on your waist and say to you quietly, "You look so sexy like this with this red lipstick. Can't wait when these pretty lips are wrapped around my cock". And your eyes go wide as you choke on your drink, while everyone looks at you weirdly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Um, anywhere? Joe's just turned on by you 24/7 (as well as you are by him), so he doesn't mind having sex with you in restrooms, closets, empty hallways, in his trailer, your childhood bedrooms... Once you were at the party and caught your friends having sex; no wonder that fifteen minutes later you and Joe were doing the same thing in the bathroom, of course, in front of the mirror. Sex in his car is a must too, especially when you're driving - he thinks you look really hot while doing so. One time you were almost caught doing it in the car by the police, and since then you can't stop giggling like two teenagers while remembering about it.

But Joe loves sex in your bedroom. He just feels like this is the most intimate place on the Earth, where you two can be sincere and sensitive.

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

Anything. He's got the crazy sex energy, and literally anything can make him go. Once, when you were brushing your teeth, and wearing one of his old tee-shirts and baggy pajama pants, he decided it was a good idea to start teasing you, by leaving wet, mouth-opened kisses on your neck and by fingering you slowly. You evidently couldn't brush you teeth normally at that moment.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Joe wouldn't do something that'll harm and hurt both of you.

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

He's a pro in giving. You'll be screaming and grabbing his hair tightly, even though he barely touched you. And as you love giving too, he wouldn't ever be against it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

You can experience every pace during the time you have sex. He may start roughly, pounding into you harshly, and then go slower, stretching you gently and whispering sweet nothings against your skin.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Joe loves quickies. Once when he was on set and had to leave for shooting in five minutes, he pinned you against the wall of his trailer and fucked the soul outta you. "It's just a preview of what you're getting at night", he winked at you while leaving and you just gasped. This man is something, y'all.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You both love taking risks. Joe enjoys having sex when the guests you invited to your party may come at any moment; he once decided to start fingering you while you were at dinner with your family. "Such a good girl, taking me so well", he whispered in your ear when you struggled not to moan loudly in front of your parents. "I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get into the car. I'm gonna reward you for being such a good girl and not cumming here".

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

If he and you are feeling alright, 2 and more rounds. But if one of you is not okay, and the sex is just full of love and reassurance, there'd be just one round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own toys. And Joe's using them on you. Especially when he's being a little shit - means when he's edging you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once you were having an unplanned and sloppy sex in the secluded bathroom at one after-party of the awards, and he pulled out right when you were about to cum. He initiated the sex and denied you both. That's how much of a "tease" he is.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's loud when he's in the mood. He can moan loudly, and sometimes when you feel incredibly good he comes while screaming your name.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Joe's got a breeding kink. (It's not really surprising, though, this man radiates dad energy). He gets hard just thinking about you being pregnant with his child. Man wants to have a family with you, and that's why he can barely keep it in his pants when you're around (always).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His dick is a perfect size to make you scream. That's it.

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

Joe's sex drive is immeasurable. You have no idea how this man can always be horny and ready to fuck.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He falls asleep as soon as you two cuddle; when you start breathing in unison, he nods off pretty quickly, still holding you tightly.

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kenneth-omega · 5 years

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Tattoo **Gwilym Lee**

Prompt was from @wlwprompts

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

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

Word count: +7.6K

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

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

It was party time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was almost obsessive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LUCY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GWILYM

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

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

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

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

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

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

What would you do?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was your soulmate after all.

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

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

Lust.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he did just that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus, this guy was hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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double shot. {John Deacon} /SMUT\

Anon asked: Okay so I absolutely love your writing, AMD I'm an absolute thot, so I was wondering if you could potentially wrote something where the reading is a friends of the band, and one night when they're out at a party together the reader gets a confidence boost and tries to get a little "Freaky with Deacy"....if you catch my drift.

A/N: 3380 words. I’m hot for 1981 Montreal!Deaky, but what’s new. Pretend he’s single and that Roger’s green hair makes sense in the timeline. SMUT!! Unprotected sex and drunk sex. (also ignore the weak ending, no that’s no inuendo, i mean of the fic, but it’s 7am and i’ve been writing all night i just want this done).

“You look like an idiot.” You’re not even looking at Roger when you say it, eyes fixed firmly on the dance floor as you stirred the ice in your mostly empty glass.

“I think I look rather dashing.” Roger, ever the relentless narcissist, and unfortunately one of your closest friends, is also only paying you about fifty percent attention where he’s got his eye on some girl by the bar.

“Your hair’s green.” You try to flick your little, cardboard straw at him, but it misses, and snaps him from his own distraction to notice yours, after it lands on his shoulder.

“Well not on purpose.” Running his hands through his hair a little self consciously, he finally follows your gaze to one dancing bass player in the crowd, “you ever going to stop making mooney-eyes and just go and shag him?”

“Excuse you, Roger!” You splutter, finally tearing your gaze away from John to level a glare at former blonde beside you, embarrassment heating your cheeks. His smile sharpened at your obvious flusteredness, and he finishes his drink with far more confidence than he should rightly have in his cosmetic state.

“You think I spend all day staring at a wall, blatantly ignoring the way you eye-fuck him from side of stage?” Putting his glass down with a thump, Roger’s grin turns amused as his gaze slides to catch glimpses of John bopping his way over to the bar through the crowd. “Not that he’s any better.”

“What about you?” Despite how pleased his words made you, you were quick to turn the conversation around. “You going to make a move on whoever your poor target for tonight is?”

“You make me sound like I’m hunting these poor women,” he huffed, clearly indignant, “and anyway, it’s a totally different situation, it’s not like I’ve been pining over Stephanie for months.”

“You haven’t even talked to her, how do you know her name?” Glancing over at the woman by the bar, she keeps glancing over at the two of you, well, at Roger, and her drink is getting dangerously low; you know he’s getting close to making his move.

“I don’t, but she looks like a Stephanie,” he paused, his smile sliding to a smirk as he winks at the girl by the bar. You don’t look over to catch her reaction, but judging by the glint in Roger’s eye, it was a good one, “maybe a Michelle.”

“Also, it hasn’t been months, and it hasn’t been pining, I just...” And if your voice slipped into a little bit of a whine as you found yourself watching John by the bar, Roger, for once in his life, was kind enough not to comment on it.

“You just want to shag Alcatraz, I know.” Roger gave you a cheeky smile, which you scowled at. “Sorry, love, forgot you were hot for the short-haired look.” He snorted, though you didn’t deny it. “Listen, just put all of us out of our misery and,” he pauses for a minute, brow creasing as he stood from his chair, “I don’t know, something about basses and fucking, you get the idea.”

“You have such a way with words,” you grimace, sarcasm heavy in your voice, “at least get me a drink while you’re over there.” He rolls his eyes at your request, but agrees easily. “Make it two!” You call as an afterthought.

Of course part of you assumes that you’re never getting those drinks; the moment Roger’s within five feet of that woman at the bar, he’ll forget your very existence until he wakes up the next morning, and he’ll have zero regrets, at least regarding you. Not that you begrudge him for that, you knew him too well to expect anything else.

The music from the jukebox is playing loud enough over the sea of people that you can feel the beat in your bones, and as your earlier drink starts to set in, you let yourself sway in your seat to the music, contemplating getting a drink for yourself, though it turns out you don’t need to.

“I was told to deliver these to you.” Deaky’s grinning, carefully placing two drinks onto the table in front of you, keeping a third in his own hands. Your pleasant surprise at the sight of him turns to exasperation as you look to the bar and see Roger giving you a jaunty wave and a shiteating grin.

“Of course you were.” Your smile returns to John, and you pat the vacant seat beside you. “Come on, if you go back out there, you’ll end up spilling it all over yourself.” John flushes at that, casting a gaze at the crowd on the dance floor, before he looks back to you, his smile widening as he settled in beside you.

It had only been a few years since you’d joined the bands tour crew as an assistant stylist, though they liked to affectionately refer to you as their professional groupie. You took the nickname in stride, however, after all, the only things the main stylist ever gave you for them was a hairbrush and eyeliner, and you trusted the band well enough to brush their own hair.

Tours are messy and too close for comfort, you quickly learned, and after a few weeks of awkwardly leaning over them and pretending like they hadn’t been passed out and hungover more times than you can keep track of, you take your one job in stride and asked Freddie if you could just sit in his lap to put on his eyeliner and save you all some embarrassment.

“Of course, darling, I don’t bite,” There was a twinkle in his eye, “at least, not during business hours.” He finishes, but ultimately, he was mostly respectful, as they all were, Roger notwithstanding until after you kicked him in the shins and threatened to aim higher next time.

“I like your perfume.” John had always been very quiet whenever you were with him, so it came as a surprise when, halfway through applying his eyeliner, he pays you an unexpected compliment.

“Thank you,” you’re a little flustered, a little uncertain, you’d watched him perform for almost a month at this point and you’d developed maybe the teeniest crush on him, “I like your music.” Mentally you’re berating yourself, you actually have to take a moment to pause and frown over your own choice of words. He takes it in stride easily enough.

“I would hope so,” he starts, tone deceptively mild as his eyes flutter open to gauge your reaction, “otherwise this must be some form of cruel and unusual punishment.” And that’s enough to startle a laugh from you, the sound bringing a smile to his own lips as you lean back for a moment, and you feel his light tough on your waist where he’s steadying you.

As the months and tours and music videos go by, he quickly becomes your favourite (he’d always been your favourite, you were just less likely to admit it before) and he, much to your surprise, quickly begins to favour you too. Conversation comes easily, though he seems to prefer to talk when you’re applying his eyeliner, voice quiet, his hands resting on your thighs where you’ve got a leg either side of him where he’s sitting. Every so often when you’re buzzing about the space after you’re finished with him, he’ll shoot you a smile, or if you make a joke, more often than not you’ll hear his quiet laughter.

The fact that every time you watch him perform or even just dance, you wanted to bang him - how did that song go again? Oh right - all day long, that had just become an undercurrent of your life that you tried to ignore. He was your friend and you technically worked for him and- god damn it, it got harder and harder to keep coming up with excused not to make a move on him, especially when the others were so pointedly trying to get you together.

So maybe tonight, thanks to the drinks Roger bought you (double shot, the both of them, that cheeky bastard), and Deaky looking particularly good in that all blue outfit, was the night you finally made a move on the bopping bassist of Queen. Or, you consider as he’s got his hand around your wrist, tugging gently you towards the dance floor as you quickly finish your drink a while later, he might make a move on you. Actually, you don’t mind the sound of that.

The world turns blurry at the edges, a kaleidoscope of lights bouncing off the walls and dancers. Sometimes he’s holding you, by the hand, by the waist, always moving to the beat, always so careful, sometimes he’s twirling you and for one heart-stopping moment you feel like you’re flying, and distantly you know that what goes up must come down, but he catches you before you spin out too far, having never left solid ground to begin with. He doesn’t let you fall.

“I’ve got you.” He assures, hand on the small of your back. He’s so close, practically nose to nose, his smile so familiar yet surprisingly cheeky, though part of you suspects it’s due to the drinks, at least in part. So is the courage you gain for your next move, though.

You kiss him, in the middle of the dance floor, crushing your lips against his as you pull him in by his collar. When his grip on you tightens just a little and he kisses you back, you feel relief flood through you that you hadn’t realised you’d been waiting for. When he pulls back, he’s full on beaming at you. There’s a pause, a hesitation, an uncertainty, like maybe he wants to kiss you again, or pull you back to the dance floor, but then someone stumbles into you, almost spilling their on you, and Deaky pulls you back in time.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You ask, as someone knocks into him from the dance floor, and it’s as if you suddenly remember how stuffy and crowded it is.

“I’d love to.” He agrees.

The taxi ride back to the hotel is giggly and sloppy, at one point he presses a kiss to your nose, and it sends you into a fit of giggles, which only serves to make him grin brighter.

“Was that not the right spot?” He asked, bright and faux innocent, and you’re trying to quell your laughter as he takes your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your forehead. You actually snort at that. “Warmer?” He asked with a grin, still holding your face. After a moment, he squishes your cheeks together and bursts out laughing. Once he drops his hands, you grin.

“No, I think-” and you cut yourself off by pressing your lips to his temple, before pulling back a little and humming, before going back in and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His laughter dies down and he catches your face as you go to lean back, instead pulling you in for a proper, passionate kiss. He hums, pleased against your lips, pulling you practically into his lap in the back of the taxi, and you feel your body already humming with anticipation. In this moment, you’ve never wanted anything more than him.

With him it’s not rushed, but it’s passionate, and fun above all else. You’re both still tipsy; he’s grinning and humming something familiar as you help pull his shirt over his head, letting himself fall backwards onto the bed when he hits the edge of it, beckoning you to him. You straddle him where he’s laying back, and he takes his time to admire you,hands sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt, to ghost over your stomach and land at your hips. Leaning in, you press a kiss to his lips, your hands coming to meet his as you teasingly lick at his bottom lip before sitting back up and impatiently pull your own shirt over your head.

There’s that admiring look again, but something about it fills you with warmth, the look in his eyes like he’s blessed to see such a sight. His hands come up to rest at your waist, moving to the small of your back so he can guide you to him for another kiss. This time he wastes no time, and unclasps your bra with surprising ease, helping you out of it without breaking the kiss as it becomes more desperate. Your bare chest against his, the giddy teasing fades in to want, as one of his hands finds your hip, encouraging you wordlessly as you begin to grind against him. His other hand grazes up your side, nails scraping gently against your sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp, back arching at the touch. With you hovering above him, the hand at your side comes to cup one of your boobs, squeezing for a moment before he kisses the gentle swell of it, his lips trailing down until he’s sitting upright and pressing a kiss to your sternum.

Looking back up at you, his pupils are blown wide, and he kisses you with a ferocity you hadn’t anticipated. His mouth is hot when he presses kisses to the column of your throat, his hands on your thighs where you’ve got your legs wrapped around him, shifting and grinding in his lap, desperate for some sort of friction, or for the both of you to be wearing less pants.

“Pants.” You finally gasp out, scrambling from his lap and unbuckling your own jeans in a desperate hurry. “Pants off.” You clarify to his confusion.

“Good call.” He agrees, and he’s beaming again, as if he his heart isn’t racing and the sight of you, so desperate to get undressed and fuck him, doesn’t making him unbearably hard. You can’t help but be a little flustered by his smile, among other things. By the time you’ve gotten your pants and panties off, he’s got his jeans mostly off, he’s just struggling with one leg.

“You need help?” You ask, and he looks up, as if finally seeing you, and he actually blushes.

“A little.” He admits, and you tug off the jeans with ease. Standing over him with a triumphant smile, he looks you over like he’s trying to savour the moment; no-one’s ever looked at you quite like that before, like they were simultaneously in awe of and hungry for you. “Where were we?” He asks, voice low and surprisingly rough as you waste no time sitting in his lap.

“Right- here-” you punctuate each word with a hard kiss, reaching down between the two of you to where his cock was standing hard against his stomach. Gently you begin to pump your hand up and down the shaft of his cock, listening to him gasp and groan as he pressed kisses along your neck. You swipe your thumb over the head where it’s already leaking precum, and you shift as you too are already wet with anticipation and need.

“God, I want to fuck you,” your own voice comes out a low moan, and the moment the words leave your mouth, his hand takes yours, and you still. He’s looking at you now, and more than anything he wants you.

“Please.”

Gently, with his hands on your hips as a guide, you kneel on the bed, straddling him, and you lower yourself onto him. His cock slides in with ease, you’re practically dripping, and you let out a long, low moan, and he hums in response, smiling at the sight of you, your eyes closed and mouth open in quiet pleasure.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He murmurs, admiring you as your pussy flutters around his cock buried deep inside of you. You stay like that for a long moment, just getting used to the feel of him inside you, but the moment he shifts, just a little, experimentally, your eyes flicker open and your lips stretch into a smirk as you look at him through your lashes. Slowly at first, you begin to grind, your hips rolling to meet his; he’s got a hand on your lower back to keep you steady, and the other is at your tits, tugging at one of your nipples as he sucks the other into his mouth. At that you whimper, arching your back as he bites gently, tugs a little harder, and the rhythm of your hips stutters against him for just a moment.

You lift his chin with one hand, his lips meeting yours in a messy, desperate kiss as you moan into his mouth, still rocking against him. It’s not enough, so with gentle hands you press against his chest guiding him to lay down on the bed trailing kisses down his neck and chest as you ride him. He’s got a firm grip on your ass, and when his hips snap up to meet yours you audibly gasp.

“Incredible,” he murmurs, and he leans up, pulling you in to meet him half way as you’re fucking him, “you’re incredible.” And your breathy panting turns to moans against his lips when he’s got one hand between the two of you, thumb on your clit. He’s almost teasingly gentle, and your frantic rhythm slows down a little to accommodate the new stimulation, and as rubs the sensitive nerves more firmly, curses come tumbling from your lips. This just seems to encourage him to move more insistently, and he shifts his hips to an angle to fuck you just a bit deeper and you actually cry out.

“Fuck- fu- plea- please fuck me.” You whimper, breathless and needy. He’s happy to oblige. When you climb off of him, you’re quick to replace his cock with your fingers as you lay back against the bed, need curling low and hot within you, and he watches for just a moment with a smirk.

“How long have you wanted this, darling?” He asks, already moving himself between your legs, which split easily for him.

“So long, so so long.” You admit, groaning as he takes your hand away and slides easily back into you. For just a moment he’s still, buried to the hilt inside of you, then he starts thrusting, teasingly slow at first.

“Good.” He murmurs, and though your eyes are closed, you can hear the smirk in his voice. He’s still holding your hand, and after a beat, he tugs at your wrist, pulling your hand to him, and your eyes flutter open to see him suck your slick digits clean.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” you moan, rolling your hips to meet his as your head falls back against the pillows, the image of him looking at you with nothing but want in his eyes as he sucks your own juice off your fingers now burned into your memory for you to get off to in your own time. He’s still holding your hand, fingers laced with yours as he presses it against the bed. Your legs come up to wrap around him as you feel yourself getting close, and you reach down with your free hand to toy with your clit.

Your panting turns to whimpers turn to crying out his name as you come, wrapped up in him and the feeling of ecstasy that washes through you, with him still deep inside of you. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and as you’re coming down, he bites back a long groan as he pulls out of you, his cum hitting your stomach and tits. He lets out a long, pleased sigh, collapsing beside you. There’s tissues on the bedside table which you clean yourself up with well enough, and as you’re turned away, throwing the tissues out, John presses a kiss between your shoulder blades.

He’s smiling when you roll over to face him, and kisses you back tenderly when you lean in.

“We should do this again some time.” You say with a half-smile, and he lays back against the bed, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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American Girl, the Formerly Untitled Ben Hardy x Reader Chapter 4

As I said in my post earlier, this is kind of a filler chapter to get us from point A to point B. Taglist is open, enjoy!

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Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, irreverence for Uber drivers, Slight Dom, Godless Smut. 18+, y’all.

Two Months Later

Filming was well underway and although most of the major costuming decisions had been made, you still had plenty of work to do on set, constantly mending and adjusting the boys’ wardrobe pieces. Ben was particularly bad about popping buttons, but after the sixth loose button in a handful of days you had finally realized that he was doing it on purpose.

When he walked up to where you and your sewing kit were set-up clutching a shirt in one fist and a small, unseen object in the other. You smirked. “Let me guess, another button?” You held your hand out expectantly and Ben sheepishly handed over the small object. He caught your eyes and flashed you a grin, knowing you were a sucker for that award-winning smile. “You know Ben, the other boys can manage to make it through days of filming without having a wardrobe malfunction. I’m beginning to wonder if you might have some nefarious ulterior motives in constantly destroying that shirt.”

He clutched the shirt to his chest in mock outrage. “Moi? Why Y/N, you wound me!” You giggled as he stepped around the desk you were sitting at and swooped down to place a kiss on your ear. “I can’t help it if this shirt is just a bit too small for my rippling muscles.” You snorted, and he pinched your side in retaliation. He peppered small kisses along your cheek and slipped his arms around your shoulders as you quickly reattached the button to his shirt.

“There, all better!” You pull your head away from his greedy lips and he scoffed in protest. “Now, get back to set before Roger Taylor decides you’re more trouble than you’re worth!” He chuckles and turns to wink at you before walking back over to the cameras.

Later that day

You had already completed your work for the day, but the boys were hanging around waiting for Rami and Lucy to finish one of their scenes. The whole group was supposed to be going out for drinks and karaoke tonight, so you cleaned up your desk and made your way to join them in waiting. You stopped in front of one of the doors, taped to it was a sheet of paper that read, “The Band,” and underneath someone had scribbled in “plus Lucy,” “plus Allen,” and “plus Y/n.” It had been Joe’s dressing room, and not even a week into filming the boys had taken the couch out of Gwil’s and finagled it into the space. The two couches sat opposite each other, centered around a large television that Rami had mounted to the wall. Opening the door, you were instantly greeted by Ben, Gwilym, Joe, and Allen.

“Y/N!” They collectively shouted, Ben winking at you from his spot on one of the couches. Allen and Gwil are sitting across from him, and Joe’s plopped down in the ratty bean bag you had begged him not to get on one of your most recent thrifting adventures.

“Hey, guys. What are you watching?” The four of them had their eyes glued to the television screen in front of them.

“We’re watching Undrafted, Joe here’s bloody brilliant,” Allen answered with a giggle. You’d lived in the UK for a few years now, but his Irish accent still made the corners of your mouth pull up into a grin.

You step gingerly around Joe, whose long legs take up almost the entire space, and walk towards Ben, who pats the seat next to his. Smiling, you fall onto the couch next to him and turn your attention to the screen. Joe had forced you to watch it the first week you’d met him, and at this point you’d seen it at least ten times. His character, Pat, had just struck out and was screaming and stomping around the outfield. It was your favorite part and it never failed to make you laugh every time. Joe beamed up at you as you struggled to contain your laughter.

God, how Ben loved the sound of your laugh. You pulled your feet up onto the couch and perched your legs across Ben’s lap. As the group of you watched the movie, Ben couldn’t resist running his fingers up and down your jean-clad legs.

By the time the movie was winding to an end, Rami and Lucy finally finished filming for the day and made their way into the dressing room. “Y/N!” Lucy shrieked, and you jumped up off of the couch (Ben wincing as you accidentally grazed one of his balls with your foot) and ran over to greet her. Over the past several weeks you and Lucy had grown inseparable and any minute she didn’t spend on set she spent distracting you in the costume department. “Boys, we’ll see you all later! Y/N and I are going to get ready and we’ll meet you at the karaoke place in a couple hours.” Rami pecked Lucy’s cheek goodbye before moving to take your vacated seat next to Ben, who winked at you as you waved bye to everyone.

“Wait, did they say hours? As in plural?!” You heard Joe complaining as the door shut behind the two of you, who both chuckled at the zealous redhead.

“Come on, we’re going to get ready at my place!” Lucy grabbed your hand and pulled you away with her.

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A little while later, you found yourself standing in front of Lucy’s bathroom mirror as you curled her short, platinum hair loosely around the hot wand in your hand. You spritzed her locks with a bit of saltwater spray before gently tousling them with your fingers. “Ta-da!”

“Wow,” she exclaimed. “Tell me again why you aren’t working for hair and makeup on set?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at her in the mirror. “I’m glad you like it, Luce.”

You’d helped her pair together light-wash boyfriend jeans with a white Rolling Stones tee, the sleeves rolled up and the hem twisted and tied so that it rested just above her belly button and matched the color of her lipstick to the that of the lips on her tee. She had decided to finish off the look with her favorite pair of black creepers before whirling around on you. “Alright, Y/N, it’s your turn now!”

She ignored your groans and protests, pushing you into the bedroom where you’d left your bag of clothing options. After several minutes of digging, Lucy emerged with an army green tank top that covered your chest to the neck, although the way it clung to your every curve left little to the imagination. She tossed it at you, along with the shortest pair of denim shorts you owned. “Hold on!” She rushed back through the bathroom and into her own closet, returning with a pair of solid black suede ankle boots and a black felt hat. She couldn’t stop smiling as she perched the hat atop your head and finally declared you “absolutely perfect!”

“Not bad, Luce!” You admired yourself in the floor-length mirror she had leaned against the wall of her bedroom. “Not bad at all.”

She pressed a kiss to your cheek, forgetting all about her lipstick and leaving you with a red imprint on your face. “Oops! Let me get that!” She carefully dabbed the red smudge off without ruining your makeup underneath, then the two of you set off for the small, hole-in-the-wall karaoke bar that Gwilym had vouched for.

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Ben sat at a large table with Joe, Rami, Gwilym, and Allen, knee bouncing underneath table as he looked to the door, anxious for your impending arrival. When you and Lucy finally did arrive, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you in that skimpy little top. His mouth was practically salivating as he thought of that same top in a crumpled mess on his bedroom floor. This was going to be a very long night, he thought.

Ben and Rami had left two empty seats between them for you and Lucy to slip into. Ben pressed a kiss to your cheek, murmuring, “You look incredible tonight, love.” You blushed and returned his kiss. Settling into the table, you turned to Joe.

“So Joe, how many times have you put your name on the list already?” You asked, unaware of Ben’s lustful eyes still on you.

Joe scoffed playfully. “Only five!” The table laughed at his response, except for Ben. You turned to look at him and recognized that all-too-familiar look in his eyes. As everyone else returned to their own conversations, Ben scooted his chair closer to yours and placed his hand on your bare thigh. You met his gaze and smirked before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Are you feeling alright, Ben?”

“If I say no, does that mean we can leave sooner?” You shook your head and giggled when he groaned out loud. “What can I say to get you to meet me in the bathroom then?” Ben leaned in and his breath on your neck (as well as his words) sent your pulse racing. His fingers traced their way up your thigh, closer and closer to the hem of your shorts. As his index finger started toying with the edge of the denim, he looked up at you with those big blue eyes, hoping (read: knowing) you wouldn’t be able to resist. But unlike Ben, you were hyperaware of your surroundings.

You lightly swatted his hand, glancing around to make sure no one had noticed. “Ben!” You chastised him playfully and he smirked at you, leaning back in to whisper in your ear, “Fine, but the second we get in the car, I am ravishing you in every way I know how.”

You gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Couldn’t we at least make it back to your place first?”

“Hey, I can hear you guys!” Joe cried out, fake disgust riddling his facial features.

“Oi, mom and dad are having a grown-up conversation!” Ben quipped back, the table erupting with laughter.

The boys already had their drinks, so you leaned over to Lucy and asked what she wanted before you headed over to the bar, leaving a whining, needy Ben alone at the table.

There were quite a few people crowded into the karaoke bar that night, but you didn’t mind sliding onto a barstool and waiting patiently for the bartender to take your order. You noticed Ben’s gaze still on you, as if he were hunter and you were Bambi’s mom. He couldn’t help but admire your ass in those shorts, feeling his own pants grow tighter as he watched. When the bartender was finally able to free up her attention long enough to pour you and Lucy some shots of tequila, you took the small tray from her and nodded in thanks as you carefully headed back to the table.

While you’d been gone, Joe’s name was called and he had begun his rendition of “Bennie and the Jets.” Laughing as he overemphasized every Bennie with an airy squeal, you and Lucy clinked your glasses together before downing one, two, and three shots each. Ben was engaged in conversation with Gwilym and Allen, but his hands never left your thigh as you and Lucy giggled at one of Rami’s stories. The night continued on this way. You and Lucy eventually got up and sang “Woman” by Kesha, Ben and Joe sang none other than Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend,” earning jealous pouts from both Rami and Gwilym as Allen laughed. It was absolutely terrible and as much as you liked Ben, you cringed slightly when he echoed Joe singing “happy at home.” Gwilym had been surprised when you recognized a song that he’d chosen by the Irish-rock band, The Pogues, that he’d pulled you up on-stage with him as the two of you belted out “Fairytale of New York.” It was a beautiful train wreck, and all of the boys got up to sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” as the ultimate big finish. You and Lucy sat back and cackled as the other patrons raised their eyebrows at the five very tipsy boys tripping around onstage as they attempted to head bang to the guitar-heavy rock section of the famous song.

After exchanging goodbyes, you and Ben climbed into an Uber and made your way back to his apartment. In the dark of the backseat, Ben was silent with his lips pressed to your collarbone as his hands attempted to explore your body. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, turning up the music slightly, and you giggled as an embarrassed Ben halted his attempts. He held on to your hand, however, drawing circles on your palm with his index finger. When the car finally came to a stop, your feet had barely touched the pavement outside before you were being swept off of your feet.

“Ben!” You shrieked as he bolted up the sidewalk and through the front door of his townhouse. Once inside, your feet once again only touched the floor for a moment before Ben had you pushed up against the same door he had only just slammed closed.

“Have I told you how much I love that you get along with my friends?” He asked, his chest pushed up against your own. His question was rhetorical, but before you could answer anyway (like the smartass you are), his lips crashed into yours with bruising force. His hands wandered up and down your body, torn between squeezing your ass and groping your chest. Your own hands hung useless at your sides, unsure of how to reciprocate Ben’s attack on your senses.

From deeper in the apartment, Frankie came strutting out to see the commotion, barking as she made her way. Ben ignored the pup, his hand sliding up one of your thighs to lift your leg and wrap it around his waist. You murmured his name in a weak protest. He groaned in acknowledgment but continued sucking at your collarbone and grinding his hips eagerly against your center. Your eyes darkened, but you were quickly pulled right back out of the trance when Frankie finally found the two of you and began barking in earnest. Ben finally gave up when Frankie put her two front paws on the back of his legs.

Sulking, he set you back on your feet and turned to lift the pup into his arms. “Frankie, we’ve talked about this…” he muttered as he disappeared with her, presumably to let her out into the yard. While he was busy, you bolted for his bedroom. Your overnight bag sat on the floor, Lucy having had her assistant deliver it from her place to Ben’s while you’d all been out. You heard the sliding door open and Ben and Frankie shuffle outside, and you knew you didn’t have much time. Quickly, you unzipped the bag and dug around until your hands brushed against the lace fabric you’d been searching for. You pulled out the black lace bodysuit, a more affordable echo of the expensive garments you’d seen in the window of Agent Provocateur while shopping in London. Luckily, not long after that, you found a small boutique that carried much more reasonably-priced lingerie. You’d never really worn actual lingerie before, aside from a pretty matching bra and panty set. As you rid yourself of your karaoke clothes, you realized that this was entirely new territory. You dashed into the bathroom and made sure to wipe down the key areas that you knew had collected sweat throughout the night and ran a brush through your hair to tame it. You admired yourself in the mirror, spritzing a small amount of your signature perfume on your neck as you heard the back door open once more.

Ben closed the door behind him and walked back into the main living area. Expecting to find you where he left you, his brows knit together in confusion until he walked down the hallway to see the door to his bedroom wide open. There you were, perched intentionally across the foot of his bed, gazing up at him with the most “come hither” eyes you could muster. His own eyes widened as he took in the sight of you scantily clad in black lace.

He stood there for a moment and you began to worry that he’d had a stroke. Standing up, you walked slowly over to where he stood, still frozen in the doorway. Your inner sex goddess took over as you stopped about an inch away from him. You looked up into his piercing green eyes, clouded with lust, and flicked your gaze down to his lips, still swollen from earlier. Your tongue darted across your lips as you slid a finger into the waistband of his jeans to pull him towards you, guiding him until you felt your legs hit the back of the bed. When you pulled him down onto the bed with you it was as if his trance had been broken. Suddenly, he was back on top of you with the same fervor he’d had when you’d first arrived home.

“Y/N, you minx,” he moaned, his hand running across the lace that covered your stomach. You reached between the two of you and began undoing his belt. Unbuttoning his jeans, your lips never leaving Ben’s, you managed to push them and his briefs down his hips far enough for his cock to spring out. Though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen it, a small gasp still escaped from your lips, Ben moaning as you took it in your hand. “Fuck,” he cursed.

A devilish smile played across your lips as you gently pushed him off of you and onto his back. You pressed a light kiss to his jaw, continuing to intermittently pepper kisses on his skin as you made your way tantalizingly slowly down his body. His hands found their way to tangle themselves in your hair, and when you halted just above his member to suck a mark on his pubic bone, he absentmindedly tightened his grip and tried to buck his hips into you.

You removed your lips from him, tutting. “Easy, Ben. Don’t you want to take this slow?”

He cried out as you allowed your tongue to just barely graze the head of his penis. “Y/N, love- please. Please, please, please.” You were slightly taken aback, you’d never had a man beg you. You were even more surprised to feel yourself growing wetter with each “please” he uttered. Ben whimpered as you pretended to think about it, tracing your fingers across his abs as you made another mark on his thigh. Looking down at his swollen, throbbing cock, leaking with precum, you suppressed a moan. Finally, you took him into your mouth, wrapping one of your hands around his base so that you wouldn’t choke on his enormous length. His cock twitched on your tongue and you hummed against him, causing him to cry out once more. You started to bob your head up and down on him, but Ben’s fingers tugged on your hair, pulling you off with a pop. Worried, you asked, “did I do something wrong?”

Ben’s eyes flared and softened, “no, no, no, baby. I just wanted to try a more, uh, mutually beneficial position.” When you looked confused, he sat up to pull you further up the bed. He kissed you softly on the lips, before uttering, “do you trust me, love?”

When you nodded, he helped you position yourself until you were straddled in a reverse cowgirl-esque position across his chest. He tapped your knees and it finally dawned on you what he was trying to do. That cheeky bastard wanted to sixty-nine. You repositioned yourself so that your knees rested on either side of his head, your lace-clad center hovering over his face. Before you could return your mouth to its earlier work, Ben moved the fabric of your bodysuit to the side so that you were on full display to him. After thoroughly coating them in his mouth, Ben carefully slid his index and middle fingers into your dripping core, eliciting a loud moan from you. His head moved and, much to your surprise, his tongue flicked across your clit several times before his lips attached to it, sucking relentlessly. You felt your knees buckle and his name fell from your lips, but you pushed through the pleasure and tilted your head to take his cock back into your mouth.

The two of you continued this way for a few moments before Ben curled his fingers inside of you to press against your sweet spot. You sputtered against his cock and it fell out of your mouth. As he picked up speed, you managed to croak out, “Ben, I need you.”

His fingers still continuing their relentless assault, Ben grinned. “M’right here love. I can feel how close you are my sweet girl. Fuck.”

Trying to keep yourself from coming, you were on the verge of tears. “Ben, stop. I want- I need your cock, baby. Please, Ben.” Satisfied that he had the upper hand, he removed his lips and fingers from your soaking pussy. You moaned at the lost sensation and carefully moved off of Ben. He knelt behind you and unzipped the back of your lingerie before sliding it off your shoulders and helping to pull down and off your legs. Once you had been freed, with your back still to Ben, you knelt on the bed on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass in the air to get his attention. You knew you had it when his hand came down on your ass with a hard smack, and you cried out at the impact.

“Naughty girl,” he chastised, his hand connecting with your rear once more as he lined himself up. Massage the sore spot with one hand, he brought his other down to rub his cock against your folds. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Who did this to you?”

Eager to see more of this new, dominant side of Ben, you ground your ass into him as you teasingly said, “Gwilym.”

Another smack, then he gathered your hair in his hand and twisted it so that you were pulled back against him. His other hand came up to caress the side of your face, down your neck, and in the valley of your breasts, then moving to toy with one of your nipples. You squirmed, but he only pulled your hair tighter, pinching your nipple in response. Your center ached for him and you tried to rut your behind into him once more. Your hand snaked down to your clit and began rubbing circles in search of relief, but Ben grabbed your wrist in his hand. “I don’t think so, love. Liars don’t get to come.”

You swallowed, and wanting to see how far you could take this, you said, “Who says I was lying?”

A blistering heat rose in Ben. “Is that so?” Releasing you from his grasp, he pushed you down in front of him and grabbed your hips. You cried out in ecstasy as he forced himself into you and immediately started pounding you so hard that you swore your eyes rolled back into head. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, interrupted only by your cries. You whimpered his name, over and over. Ben felt your walls tighten around him and his hand connected with the flesh of your ass once again. “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me or I won’t let you come.”

You stayed silent, sure that he was bluffing, but you sobbed when he suddenly pulled out and began stroking himself with his hand. “Say it, Y/N. Who made you this wet?” He asked once again, running the fingers of his free hand between your folds.

Mascara streaming down your face, you finally relented. “You. You did Ben.”

“Not Gwil?”

“No. Only you, baby.” You had barely gotten the words out of your mouth when he plunged back into you, reassuming the same brutal pace as before. This time, he wrapped his arm around your waist to reach between your legs, circling your clit to bring you closer to the edge. His own orgasm was quickly approaching and when you finally came, you clamped down on him so tightly that the sensation of his own release prolonged your orgasm. His movements stuttered and his hands tightened their grip on your hips as he held you in place, milking every last drop of cum from his erection.

You collapsed, bringing Ben toppling down on top of you. He rolled off of you and onto his side, and you flinched as his cock slipped out of you. Ben could sense how sore you were and pulled you closer to his chest. You focused on steadying your breathing and Ben brushed the hair from your face before nuzzling his face into the back of your head.

In your post-coital haze, you weren’t thinking clearly about the potential consequences as the words “I love you” fell from your lips. Only after the words had escaped and were already hanging in the air did you realize what you’d said. You froze, waiting for his response.

Ben shifted beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. “What did you say, Y/N?”

You winced and covered your face with your hand. This was it, the rejection. You were sure of it. But instead, Ben gently took hold of your wrists and pried your hands away. “Please, say it again.”

Your heart-rate picked up and you let out a deep breath before finally repeating yourself. “I said, ‘I love you,’ Ben.” You looked up into his eyes, unable to read the intention in his face, and for the shortest moment you braced yourself for the worst. After all, he was an actor. He was already recognized frequently for his role on Eastenders, and you knew that once Bohemian Rhapsody hit theaters those one or two girls who recognized him at the store would turn into hundreds. Why would he want to tie himself down to you of all people when soon he would have women tripping over themselves to get to him? Maybe your fears had been right, maybe this was just an on-set fling.

But then the corners of Ben’s mouth tugged into the widest smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “You love me?” He asked, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You nodded.

“Do you love me?” You asked, and he blinked down at you incredulously.

“Do I love you?” Ben’s lips found yours, his hand that had been on your cheek moving slightly behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, but he broke the kiss. “Of course I love you, you looney!” You both giggled and he kissed your temple before settling his chin atop your head, holding you to his chest as you both drifted off to sleep.

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