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I'm actually going insane trying to find another enemies to lovers sort of fic, the one you did with will was absolutely insane, could I request another?

THE WORST IN ME — WillNE

Summary: Will took things too far while filming a video, yet somehow you managed to wake up in his bed the next morning?

Warning(s): slightly toxic will, arguing, degrading, name calling, fingering, cowgirl, praise, rough sex, unprotected sex

A/N: 90% enemies and 10% lovers but this one had been in the drafts for a while so I had to post it ((not yet proofread))

THE FAMILIAR POUNDING ACHE in your head that you easily recognised as a hangover was what had woken you up that morning. That, along with the beaming sunlight that made it impossible for you to open your eyes — until you were awake enough to remember that the window in your bedroom had never faced your bed, let alone could any sunlight reach where you usually slept. Which only left one possibility. You weren’t in your bed, nor your room.

Your eyes shot open, a slight stinging burn hitting from the contrasting brightness. A wave of relief washed over you; at least you were alone in bed. White bedsheets rippled around you, duvet swallowing you whole and weighing you down that little bit more.

Not recognising the bedroom you were in, your eyes scanned the room for anything identifying. Formula one collectables sat atop a shelf in the corner of the room, rare Pokémon cards beside them.

‘Where the hell am I?’ You thought to yourself, squinting and furrowing your eyebrows while you glanced around some more. That was, until your stomach dropped, face falling and mouth falling open as you spotted the YouTube plaque on the bedside.

You rolled over quickly, scrambling closer so that you could read the name, though making an effort to cover your half-naked body with the sheet, just in case. God, how could you have slept with a YouTuber? You had sworn to yourself when becoming a content creator of your own that you would never sleep with one of your coworkers. It would ruin everything. Filming would be awkward, collabs impossible.

The instant shock was quickly overcome with disbelief once you had read the name, rereading it over and over until your mind had come to terms with the fact that you were not imagining this. This really happened. And you were completely and utterly fucked.

WillNE.

William. Fucking. Lenney.

And like a trigger, the name caused the events of last night to rush back, memories flicking through your brain at rapid speeds.

It had started with ChrisMD asking you to feature on his new YouTubers vs Tiktokers football challenge video, and quickly plummeted into aggressive resentment between you and the boy you hated most.

…

“Will’s here? Why the fuck is Will here?” You quickly turned to Isaac, the previous humour on your face after joking around with Bach being instantly replaced with a look that could only be described as doom. Your head snapped to Chris, then back to Isaac. “Chris didn’t tell me Will would be here.”

“Probably because he knew you’d back out.” He chuckled, not quite picking up on your annoyance. Giving him a stern look that properly conveyed your seriousness, Isaac corrected his response. “You’ll barely have to speak to him anyway. And if he tries to, I’ll jump in.”

You nodded, not wanting to ruin Chris’s video over some petty drama you had carried for however many years it had been by now. Three, to be exact, but who was counting? You were soon called over to film the intro, followed by the first challenge of ‘real or cake’.

You managed to easily avoid Will to begin with, at least with the advantage of sitting at the opposite table. Distracting yourself was simple with George, Arthur, and Isaac to keep you entertained, but your mind always managed to wander.

Everything aside, you were having a good time. Even getting a kick out of Will completely stacking it into a football-shaped cake, buckling over and gripping onto the table with laughter. How absolutely brilliant it was to see him embarrass himself like that, what an idiot.

Next was Football tennis. Simple enough, considering you had done volleyball in high school and weren’t too rusty, at least good enough that you managed to target Will for a good portion of the game. There were multiple instances you managed to make him panic, the ball barely skimming his head before smacking down hard enough that saving it became unsalvageable.

Trivia was the second last game of the day. The air was turning brisk, a cold chill hitting you as it turned from afternoon to evening.

“ChrisMD once released a diss-track.” Becky read one of the trivia cards aloud. “But what line did he open with?”

“Smudge!” Will called his buzzer word, answering confidently. “Can I have views too.”

You scoffed as he quickly mumbled to himself. “Shit, that’s the title.”

“Unc!” You called your buzzer word, trying to ignore the slight cringe you got from saying it. “Jersey is my city.”

Your friends clapped as Becky approved of your answer. Getting up from your chair and walking up to the football to line yourself up, you couldn’t help but taunt Will.

“Loud and wrong, William.” You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to look at him.

“Bugger off.” He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be a sore loser, mate, it’s not a good look for you.”

“Yeahh, real bold of ya to call me mate, aye?” He snapped back. You could faintly hear Chris and Reev telling him to leave it alone.

“You’re right. Thank god we’re not mates.” Your top lip twitched, clenching your jaw as you turned around and took your anger out on the ball, kicking it hard into the net and winning your team another point, bringing you one away from victory.

Throwing yourself into your seat, you crossed your arms over your chest and huffed. To be honest, you barely paid attention the rest of the game, only noticing how Will had scored his team’s first goal shortly after yours.

Arthur had scored the last goal, bringing your team to 8 points ahead of the other, pretty much securing an overall win. There was one last quick game, opposing teams picking numbers one to four and versing each other based on what numbers Becky called.

Just your luck, you were paired against Will. The two of you stood braced for the ball being shot out from the corner of the field, your hands on your knees as you prepared to run for it.

The ball shot out, and you watched as it started to plummet down closer to Will than it was to you. Your legs carried you quickly in front of him, so close you could feel the heat of his body behind you. You watched the ball descend, perfectly beside you and securing you a hard-to-miss kick.

That was, until you felt a harsh shove for behind, sending you to the ground, the football firmly hitting your ankle before you had a chance to move. A shooting pain sent up your shin, only fueling your rage further.

“You did that on fucking purpose!” You got up from the wet grass, a slight limp in your walk as you stormed over to where Will was standing dumbfounded. Your palms came in contact with his chest, pushing him backward repeatedly. “You fucking git!”

“Oi, timeout!” Chris yelled, running over and stepping between the two of you. His hand rested on your shoulder, looking pretty pissed off, but at least a little understanding. “Take a break.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, glare darting between Chris and Will. You nodded to the nicer of the two boys, patting his hand as an apology to him before walking over to the table and grabbing a can of vodka soda to take with you to the fence. Your back grazed against the metal until you were sat on the grass, cracking open the can and chugging half of it, thankful for your already-tipsy state.

…

“I want you to take her home.” Chris turned to Will once he knew you were out of hearing range.

“I’m not bloody driving her home!”

“Well to be fair mate, you pushed her. Now her ankles fucked, and I’m not making her walk to the bus stop. Nor am I having the two of you stick around and ruin the fun by arguing the entire time.”

Will clenched his jaw, swatting away the hand Chris had rested on his chest. “Fine.”

The two boys walked back to the table, Chris briefly explaining to everyone that you and Will would be leaving early, and that filming would resume after everyone took 10, all the while Will packed up his belongings. Isaac and George took a minute to walk over to you, just to check in.

“You okay?” Isaac kneeled in front of you, forearms placed on his knees. George sat beside him, firmly on the grass with his knees bent and his elbows resting a top of them. You nodded, picking at the grass with one hand and sipping your drink with the other.

“How’s the ankle?”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged. Honestly, the ankle barely hurt after that initial few minutes. The only pain you were feeling was the hurt of Will pushing you. Sure, neither of you got along. But you never imagined he’d take it that far, and by the look on his face afterwards, he didn’t seem to think so either.

“Might wanna tell that to Chris, he reckons it’s so buggered that Will’s gotta take you home, cause you’re too injured to walk yourself to the bus stop.”

what.

“what?”

the two boys nodded. You closed your eyes, head hitting the fence as you took a deep breath. If there was one thing about Chris, it’s that he wouldn’t let this go. There was absolutely no point arguing against it. Once he had his mind set on a plan of sorts, there was no getting around it. And that’s how you had ended up in the passenger seat of Will’s car.

Your arms were crossed, hugging yourself tightly as you glared out the window, sighing every few minutes. Unfortunately for the both of you, the drive to your house was quite the while away.

“Would you stop that?” Will groaned as you sighed for the hundredth time.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I’m not enjoying myself, being trapped in this shit box with you.” Your head snapped towards him.

“Don’t call her a shit box.” He kept his eyes glued on the road, Adam’s apple bopping as he swallowed heavily. You had almost forgotten how much pride he took in his stupid car. Silence hung high, your eyebrows deeply furrowed as you stared out the window once more. Your arms slowly unfolded, resting in your lap as you glanced down at them.

“You bring out the worst in me.” You mumbled.

Wills head turned to you, for the first time since you had gotten in the car. He kept his eyes on you for a moment, gaze moving between the road and you. He didn’t say anything for a while, didn’t feel like he had to.

“Yeah, well so do you.” He replied after a couple minutes, but there was no anger in his tone. None of the usual smugness, no hiss that usually came from behind clenched teeth as he spoke. For the most part, the rest of the drive to your apartment was completely silent. No more sighs, or huffs, or scoffs. Just silence.

Your surroundings grew more familiar as you neared your place, grabbing your tote bag from the floor of the car and rummaging through it for your keys.

“Keys.?” You whispered to yourself, shovelling through all the useless things you’d convinced yourself you’d need today. It got to the point where you had emptied everything on to your lap, throwing each individual item back until there was nothing left, and no keys were found.

“What?” Will asked, looking over every few seconds to see what you were doing.

“Keys.” You repeated, loud enough for him to hear. “I lost my keys.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, Will, obviously I’m not kidding am I?” You growled.

“It’s like, a half hour drive!” He raised his voice. “We’re not turning back.”

“What the fuck do you want me to do!” You shouted.

“Not lose your fucking keys!” He yelled. Louder than you’ve ever heard him yell. His rapid breathing filled the car, a low growl escaping him before his hand came crashing down onto the steering wheel. repeatedly hitting it.

“What the fuck?!” You jumped, subconsciously leaning away from him, despite being strapped into the seat. There’s no way on earth today has been real. You’ve gotta be dreaming. You’ll wake up, surely.

You reached into your bag, pulling out the two cans of vodka soda you had stolen from Chris before leaving, and starting to chug them.

“Siri. Call Chris Dixon.”

…

After the both of you had spoken to Chris, it turned out the keys had fallen out of your tote sometime during the day. Luckily, the boys had found the keys just before they had left the pitch.

Will and you had both agreed to dropping you off at a hotel, completely sick of each other and wanting nothing more than to be as far away as possible. That was, until you had talked over the fact that you both had to film with George the following day, and none of the public buses left soon enough from anywhere near the hotel you’d found.

Which left two options. Either Will drove you to George’s now, who had your keys, then drove you back to your house, before driving himself all the way home.

… which would take two hours.

Or, option two, you stayed at Will’s tonight, and the two of you would drive to George’s together in the morning.

Unfortunately for the both of you, there was really only one answer.

…

Unsurprising to the both of you, another petty argument had broken out by the time you walked through the door. Will slammed the door behind him as you bickered, watching you intensely as he stood with his arms crossed tight around his chest.

You threw your bag to the floor, kicking off your shoes and making a point to show no respect for his home as you leave your belongings scattered, only angering him more. Arms were flailing, impatient gestures being thrown around, mixed in with sighs of annoyance and disbelieving laughter, your drunken state — after drinking anything you got your hands on after the football incident — only fueling you further.

Somehow, and you weren’t exactly sure when, biting insults became biting teeth. Clenched fists became hungry caresses. Pulling punches became pulling hair.

“Will,” you whispered against his lips, grasping to the hair by the nape of his neck like a lifeline.

“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered, lips reconnecting violently. Compliance wasn’t voluntary, as if you were born to follow his commands. He gripped your waist with harsh fingertips, pressing so firm that the skin turned white and a chill ran down your spine.

His hands danced dangerously close to the hem of your shirt, a single finger breaking the seal and dipping below. The rest followed, dragging up your torso with a need you’d never seen, nor felt before. He pulled the shirt over your head, and you took the opportunity to catch your breath before he reconnected your lips, shirt now being discarded to the floor of his room.

He guided the two of you to the foot of the bed, legs tangling with his as you walked backwards, his lips never leaving yours. Throwing you onto the bed, Will crawled above you, his knees pushing your legs open and his arms pinning yours down.

He was breathing so hard it sounded more like a growl, each huff harsh and loud as he stared deep into your eyes with what could only be described as either intense anger, or intense desperation.

“Fuck,” he whispered, after his eyes had taken a hungry run over your entire body. He quickly reached down to the waistband of your shorts, ripping it from your skin and sliding your bottoms off you with ease, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

His head dipped to the nape of your neck, kissing and sucking harshly, something you weren’t used to. Letting out a sharp gasp, you felt his lips curl into a smile against your collarbones, only enticing him further while he made his way down your body.

Your back arched with a whine as he kissed just below your belly button, looking up at you with swollen, smug lips. He tutted, licking the saliva off his lips.

“You’re so desperate. So horny, so quickly.” He tilted his head, eyes flickering down to your light blue panties where you were almost certain he could see your slick soaking into them. “You’d probably let anyone touch this pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no?” You shook your head lightly, unsure of exactly what answer he was looking for.

“Would you let me?” He cooed.

You let out a needy sigh, which quickly turned into a whimper. “Yes.”

“Such a slut, aren’t you? Say it.”

“I’m a slut, Will, please.”

“I knew it.” He sighed, shaking his head with a smirk playing at his lips. “I guess I’ll give you what you want.”

he tugs down your panties, throwing them off the bed without tearing his eyes away from your desperately wet cunt. Two of his fingers slid between your folds, collecting your slick and bringing it up to your clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles. He wasn’t wasting any time.

Your fists balled at the bedsheets, and you were unsure whether it was the alcohol or the feeling of his fingers against you that was making your head spin. Lips parted, heavy pants drying out your mouth.

“Tell me you want more.” He muttered, his free hand gripping onto your thigh. “Tell me you’re desperate for me.”

“Will, I need more. I need you.” You begged.

“Hm, good.” He said, giving you no warning before dipping his head down and replacing his fingers with his tongue. Your ass lifted off the bed, though you were quickly shoved back by the feeling off Will’s hands on either side of your hips, pinning you down.

You moaned out as he sucked on your clit, alternating between that and lapping at you. He moved down, pushing his tongue inside you in a way that made your whole body tingle. With each thrust of his tongue, his nose nudged your clit, before he pushed as deep as he could, causing you to let out a yelp.

After a few minutes, when he was confident you could keep yourself still, he took one of his hands off your hip and moved it to your swollen pussy. He lifted his head, taking a second to catch his breath as he looked at you with gorgeous, heavy eyelids, his face covered in your arousal.

He kept his eyes on you as he shoved two fingers into your pussy, finding amusement in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened. He reconnected his tongue with your clit, the duel stimulation making your legs shake and your walls tighten around him.

“Oh Will,” you moaned, only enticing him. Speeding up his movements, he stared at your fucked-out face through his eyelashes, the view only pushing him to move faster. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt your body twitch, legs shake either side of his head, and pussy clench onto his fingers. He literally groaned into your core as you came, easing you through it as your body squirmed.

He crawled back up your body, leaving sloppy, cum-covered kisses all over your stomach and chest. Kissing you, his tongue slid into your mouth as he let you taste yourself. With one forearm resting by the side of your head to keep him upright, he snaked his free hand to the small of your back, slowly moving it upward until he had reached the clasp of your bra, undoing it effortlessly and discarding it.

Seeing the very clear imbalance of clothing, you decided he needed to strip some as your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. He swatted your hands away, sitting up momentarily to pull his shirt over his head before dipping down to reconnect. You worked on his belt next, which luckily he let you do yourself.

Though that was short lived, when you struggled to pull his trousers off from the odd position you were in, his body close to yours in a way that made it impossible to move your hands very precisely.

“You’re useless.” He huffed, rolling onto his back and kicking off his jeans, already back to hovering above you before they had even hit the floor.

“I’m not useless.” You quipped, being so turned on by his harsh words but still having a little self dignity left.

“No?” He tiled his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “You wanna prove it to me?”

Before you could answer he had flipped the two of you around and sat you up, so your folded legs were either side of his hips while his hands moved behind his head, watching you with amusement. Unsteady from the sudden movement, your hands rested on his lower chest for stability. You looked between the bulge you were now sat on, covered only by his black boxers, and his very cocky face.

“Go on, love. Prove yourself useful, so I’m not wasting my time here.” He smiled. Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, an attempt at a warning, but you were only met with a chuckle. So, to prove you could please him, you started rocking your body back and forth, grinding perfectly over his shaft. Only the thin fabric of his boxers blocked your throbbing pussy from his equally twitching cock.

Your breathing quickened, and you had to lean over his body to support yourself, hands resting on his abdomen. For a moment you saw his resolve slip, his demeanour shifting from cockiness to pleasure, being stripped of the control he had.

“Will,” you panted into his ear as you leant further down. “How badly do you want me?”

You pulled back to see his reaction, his eyes scanning yours with a slight smirk as he replied, “Real fuckin’ bad.”

“You wanna touch me?” You caressed his chest, slowing down your grinds to a teasing pace.

“Already have, baby.” He cocks an eyebrow as his eyes flash down to your soaked cunt, still swollen from his previous attack.

“Touch me here.” grabbing his hands and guiding them to your tits, his face changed.

“Ah, I see. You could’ve just asked, darling.” He tutted, swatting your hands away. He noticed your movements had slowed significantly, the conversation distracting you slightly. “Keep going.”

You obeyed, returning to the pace you had set earlier. Noticing him gradually harden beneath you, and the feeling of his boxers completely soaked from the way your folds stretched over them, you were desperate for more. Shuffling down his body, you tugged his boxers off, leaving him to finish the job of kicking them off as you climbed back up to sit on his lap.

Something between a sigh and a gasp escaped your lips when your eyes flashed back up to his newly exposed cock, suddenly nervous as to how you’d fit his larger-than-normal member inside you. You snapped out of it, giving his shaft a few teasing strokes before raising yourself, lining him up with your pussy, and finally sinking down.

“Shit,” you whispered, biting your lip and tilting your head back as you adjusted. Will looked up at you, lust-driven eagerness causing him to buck his hips up, soaking in your reaction as you hissed, and looked back down to where your bodies connected, all the while holding onto his chest for leverage.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His smile changed from one of pride to one of admiration, drinking you in as he scanned your face, and then your body.

Smiling back at him, the only response you could come up with in your now flustered state was to roll your hips, in a slow and agonising way that made his cock twitch inside of you. His fingertips dug into the skin by your hips, guiding your movements and setting the right pace before he let you take over, caressing your thighs and occasionally your ass.

You bit the inside of your cheek in attempt to suppress your moans, small whines and whimpers being all that came out.

“Let me hear you.” He grunted.

With a little hesitation you did as he said, no longer holding back and instead relishing in the fact that William fucking Lenney was inside of you. You’d never expect for anything like this to happen, with you now bouncing on his cock, and moaning his name as he praised you over and over.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He chuckled, his breath thick and heavy. “I can feel you’re getting close.”

You could too, the knot in your stomach tightening with each sloppy bounce. Legs were starting to shake, and your eyes were threatening to roll back. Your movements became uneven, an ache in your legs proving it more difficult.

Without skipping a beat, Will flipped the two of you over. The bed creaked as your back hit the mattress, Will not wasting a second as he started to pound into you relentlessly. The headboard was screaming, your tits bouncing perfectly with each snap of his hips.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, head pressing into the pillow beneath you. The orgasm you craved was impossibly close, pleasure only being amplified as he grabbed your legs and slung them over his shoulders. Your heels dug into his back, toes curling.

“Will!” You gasped, gripping at the sheets.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” He huffed, a slight whimper in his tone. “Hold it for me love.”

You did your best to delay your orgasm, but it was near impossible. Your back was arched, eyes fluttering closed and toes curling as the knot in your stomach finally came undone. You came with a moan of his name, body twitching from the aftershock as you started getting sensitive with each thrust will snapped into you, chasing his own high.

“oh fuck!” Will grunted, whispering your name as he quickly pulled out, tugging his cock with intense need as he finished himself off, ropes of cum coating your bare stomach.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Will climbed off the bed and wordlessly threw you his t-shirt to clean yourself up. He padded to the ensuite, running himself a shower and leaving you to yourself. Throwing the tshirt to the side, you decided you’d put your clothes back on and sleep on the couch, feeling a little too embarrassed to talk to him until at least the morning.

Just a few more minutes, then I’ll get up, you tried to convince yourself as you pulled the soft, warm blanket over your body.

Will found you dead-to-the-world five minutes later, hair fanned out on the pillow beneath you. He chuckled to himself, grabbing the spare pillow and making his way to the living room sofa.

…

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⋆ ｡ ˚ ACE’s KINKTOBER ˚ .

Week 1

01 — Anonymous Sex // ArthurTV

02 — Bondage kink // George Clarke

Week 2

10 — Mile high club // WillNE

Week 3

16 — Mirror sex // George Clarke

Week 4

25 — Mutual Masturbation // WillNE

Week 5

29 — Rough sex // George Clarke

31 — Threesome // WillNE + Alfie Buttle

Thank you for making my first kinktober a memorable one, to all those who read my work — I definitely had a good run !!

Same time next year? ;)

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hiii this is my first time requesting so hopefully I’m doing it right lol, would you ever write a threesome with will and alfie. maybe the reader is dating alfie and neither of them have loads of experience, and somehow will finds out and offers to help them spice it up since he’s more experienced? feel free to change it if you want because i’m not sure if that really makes sense xxx

HAPPY HALLOWEEN — WillNE + Alfie Buttle

( Kinktober day 31 // Threesome )

Summary: Will offers to teach you and your boyfriend the right way to fuck. (1.8k words)

Warning(s): inexperienced!Reader, inexperienced!Alfie, experienced!Will, blowjob, spitroasting, alcohol consumption, hair pulling

A/N: I don’t know AB that well, so if he’s insanely out of character, I apologise ! Thought I’d end kinktober with a bang (this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written.)

ALFIE BUTTLE HAD BEEN your boyfriend for five months now. He was everything you could ever ask for: a perfect balance of good looks and an ideal personality that made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world for being blessed with such an amazing man, all to yourself.

… Though you’d be lying to yourself if you said sex with him was better than average.

Not that it was a bad thing, hell, you knew you were just as inexperienced as he was. The issue was both of you being as clueless as each other, therefore lacking any real connection in the bedroom unless it was the most simple, vanilla sex ever.

You had gotten used to slow, romantic missionary. An absolute classic, top-tier method to good sex, but honestly boring after five months of nothing new. You weren’t the only one who thought this, Alfie growing more frustrated every day that he couldn’t please you the way he wanted to.

So he did the only thing he could think of.

He consulted a friend.

…

“Mate, why am I hearing about your sex life right now?” Will ran a hand over his face, feigning a look of disgust. The three of you were at a Halloween house party, the two boys stood to the side with a drink in hand while you danced with your girlfriends. Alfie’s eyes flickered to you, letting out a sigh.

“It’s just getting a bit boring, innit?” He bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating as he watched you. He took a sip of your drink, which you had given him to look after, while avoiding eye contact with his mate at all costs. “Like, I love her and all’at, but I’m not great at making her feel good if I’m gonna be honest.”

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this.” Will shook his head in disbelief before huffing. “Go on then, what’s the issue?”

“I’ve only had one other mrs before her, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He admitted.

“Well, what have you tried?”

“Nothing, lad, that’s what I’m sayin’.” Alfie pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What positions?”

“… missionary?”

“There’s your problem, mate. You gotta keep it exciting, try something new.” Will scoffed, still a little annoyed he had to explain what he thought was obvious. “You gotta talk to her, find out what she likes.”

Alfie nodded along, sucking his teeth.

“Or if you have something you been itching to try, bring it up with her,” Will added. “Anything in mind?”

“Honestly mate, I’d be down for anything.”

The two boys stood in silence for a moment, both in turmoil as they thought to themselves. Will had an idea, and if he was being honest, it was something he’d thought about before.

In fact, it was something he’d done before, with his mate James and a girl they’d picked up together while Will was getting over his ex. Even better, to say he enjoyed it was an understatement. So after a moment more of debating whether to bring it up, he finally did.

“How bout a threesome?”

…

“Y’alright?” Your boyfriend asked you, nodding in your direction as you walked over to take a break from dancing, catching your breath. You nodded with a smile, taking a sip of the drink he was holding for you.

“Hey, Will.” You greeted him. You’d known him for a couple of months now, after Alfie had introduced you to his YouTuber mates. Admittedly, he was your favourite out of all of AB’s friends.

“Hey, darling,” He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, giving you a quick side-hug. “Good to see ya.”

“Mm, you too.” You smiled, taking another long gulp of your vodka soda. “Stayin’ out of trouble?”

“You know it.” Will chuckled, his eyes running over your costume. You’d dressed as a deer, a chocolate brown corset matching the shade of your chunky, knee-high boots. You evened out the colours with a tan, fur skirt, and drew white freckles all over your face and arms. The outfit was completed with a cute set of antlers.

“You look cute.” Will complimented. Your eyes darted awkwardly between him and your boyfriend, expecting Alfie to get all protective like he usually does. You’d tried to pay no mind when he said nothing, only smiled along.

“Thanks.” You blushed. You hated to admit it, but it was undeniable that you found Will hot. But you’d never say it out loud, especially since you’re with Alfie, and no other boy matters to you.

Those same thoughts played over and over in your head as Alfie and Will said they had something to ask you. You thought you’d never want another man, until they offered. Which is how you found yourself standing in an empty bedroom, clicking the door lock behind you.

…

“Do you know how to suck a cock?” Will asked with no hesitation.

“Uhm, I-..” You weren’t too sure how to answer, looking to Alfie for confirmation. Your boyfriend shrugged at you while nodding, turning to Will.

“She does, for the most part.” He responded, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back soothingly since he could sense how nervous you were.

“You alright if I test that?” Will spoke as he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. Alfie nodded, finding the chair that sat in the corner of the room and sitting down awkwardly. You waited for instruction, only getting down on your knees once Will had told you to.

“Open, darling.”

You did as he said, letting your jaw hang low. Will’s dick wasn’t as big as Alfie’s, but you could tell he knew how to use it. He gestured for you to start sucking him off, so you did, wrapping your lips around his cock and bopping your head at a steady rhythm.

“Mm, good. Use your tongue.” He hissed, hand tangling through your hair. Incorporating your tongue, a wave of confidence pulsed through you when Will groaned. “Fuck- yeah, just like that.”

Your tongue ran over his veins with each bop of your head, circling the tip with each upstroke. The fist in your hair balled, tightening harshly in a way that hurt just enough to feel good. Will guided you at the speed he wanted, head tilting back. You were sitting on your legs, hands on your thighs, while sucking Will off, and Alfie loved it. He had started lazily stroking himself, pants discarded and boxers tugged down.

“God- okay.” Will nods, stroking your cheek quickly before pulling himself away from your lips. He glanced over to Alfie, smirking as he noticed what he had been doing. Will turned back to you, helping you to your feet. “You wanna try what you learnt on AB?”

You nodded.

“Do you think I could fuck you while you do it?” He asked. “It’s okay if you can’t handle that.”

You nodded once more.

“Good girl.” He smiled, then directed his next words to both of you. “Take your clothes off.”

Both you and Alfie did as he said, until he was in nothing but his boxers, and you were in nothing but your bra and panties. Will followed, taking off his shirt, which left him fully naked.

“On your hands and knees, in the middle of the bed. AB, you kneel in front of her.”

You got into position, looking up at Alfie.

“You’re doing so perfectly.” He leant down, kissing you on the forehead. The soft side of Alfie was something you loved, something rare enough that it gave you butterflies every time. “We can stop at any point, just tell me.”

“It’s okay.” You assured, looking at him through your lashes as you yanked down his boxers. “Tell me if this is better than usual.”

You took his rock-solid cock between your lips, doing exactly what Will had shown you and lapping at his dick with each gulp.

“F-fucking hell, girl.” Alfie groaned, just as Will had positioned himself behind you with a hand on either side of your ass. He gave it a quick slap before pulling down your panties until they were hung just above your knees, stretched out.

“Tap on his leg if u need us to stop.” Will licked his lips, reaching down and slipping his fingers between your folds. “Shit, you’re so wet for us.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing in slowly until your gummy walls were clenching every inch of his cock. You moaned around Alfie’s dick, only edging him on further as he slowly started rocking into your mouth on instinct.

“Fuck, so tight.” He hissed, grabbing your hips firmly and starting to move, thrusting at the same pace you were sucking Alfie off and pulling you backwards to meet the rhythm. It felt better than any sex you’d ever had, emphasised by the feeling of being filled by each end.

“Taking us so well, darling.” Will praised. “She feels so good, mate. You picked a good one.”

You naturally clenched around him as he talked about you as if you weren’t there, only making him speed up. His forceful snaps made you bop your head faster on Alfie’s shaft until he was balling a fist in your hair and face-fucking you before sending hot ropes of cum down your throat with a curse of your name.

Alfie replaced his cock in your mouth with his two fingers as Will directed, watching hungrily as drool seeped down the corners of your mouth and coated your chin. Will didn’t let up, sheathing himself fully inside you until his tip was nudging your G-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck! Will- oh shit!” You whimpered, a string of moans following before Alfie forced his fingers further down your throat until you were gagging around them, sucking and lapping his fingers in an attempt to muffle the screams threatening to escape you.

Your legs shook, arms giving out, so your face was now buried in the pillows while Alfie stroked your hair. Will felt you tighten, arm wrapping around your hips and finding your clit; circling it quickly and pressing down hard.

“Oh god-!” You moaned into the pillow, drool coating the fabric as you came undone, the best orgasm of your life pulsating through you and sending a shiver down your spine. Will moaned, pulling his cock out quickly and giving it a few quick pumps until his release followed yours, ropes of cum coating your back.

He let you catch your breath for a moment before flipping you over carefully so that you were lying on your back, limbs sprawled everywhere.

“Jesus Christ.” you muttered, utterly exhausted.

“You okay? Did we go too far?” Will checked, pulling his boxers over his cock but making no move to put his clothes back on. Alfie had already done the same, back resting on the headboard while your head lay in his lap. Will pulled your panties up before climbing onto the bed and lying beside you.

“Mmm, no, that was perfect.”

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Would you do smut with George where it’s based off of beyoncés song partition specifically “took 45 minutes to get all dressed up and we ain’t even gonna make it to this club”

ROOM SERVICE — George Clarke

( Kinktober day 29 // Rough sex )

Summary: George is desperate for a quick fuck before you go out clubbing in Paris, but ends up destroying you. (1.3k words)

Warning(s): fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex

A/N: This song gave me 2020 flashbacks, but I hope I did it justice !

“HUN?” YOUR VOICE ECHOED, bouncing off the tiled walls of the massively oversized hotel bathroom you were standing in. Leaning over the marble counter, you checked your makeup one last time before standing up straight and flattening out the silky material of your dress. “Have you seen my lip gloss?”

George, your boyfriend of two years, brought you to Paris for one of his brand collaborations. Since he'd already attended the main event earlier that day, you both had a free night to enjoy together. He had offered to take you out for dinner, a gorgeous 5-star Parisian restaurant. However, George knew you too well. So instead of just dinner, he suggested a few clubs he was sure you'd love. Obviously, that's what you had decided on, and you started getting ready.

“It’s in your purse, baby.” He replied, and you soon heard the faint sound of his feet against the carpet as he padded to the bathroom, purse in hand. You thanked him, kissing him briefly on the cheek and placing the bag on the counter before turning back to the mirror.

“Ah ah, come here.” His hand wrapped quickly around your waist, twisting you to face him. His eyes raked down your body hungrily, eyebrows furrowing and lips twitching as he bit back a smirk. “You look fucking stunning.”

His other hand mirrored the first, hands trailing up and down your side before resting on your hips with a squeeze. He bunched the silk fabric in his fists, observing as it rode higher up your thighs.

“I love this dress.” He licked his lips. Your arms wrapped promptly around his neck, desperate eyes meeting yours. You knew what that meant. It was the same look he had given you countless times before. A recognisable pattern; offering to take you out, but fucking you senseless before you even had the chance to step foot out the door.

“I know you do, darling.” You smiled, fingertips trailing softly from the nape of his neck down to his chest, fixing the lapel of his black suit. “You look good, too.”

“Mm, thank you. How long until we have to leave?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes softening slightly as he scanned your expression.

“Twenty minutes…” You bit your lip, raising an eyebrow at the smirk that crept onto your lover's face. He copied you, mischief in his eyes as his hands moved from your waist to your ass, squeezing slowly.

“George.” You warned. “We can’t be late this time, your friends are waiting.”

“We’ll be quick.” He mumbled, his hot breath fanning over your collarbones as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He left a few slow kisses on your neck as your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the feeling before you grabbed him, firm but gentle, by his mullet. Pulling him back, you took in his appearance.

Slightly swollen lips, heavy-lidded eyes. He looked like heaven on earth to you. You took a deep breath, letting out a deep sigh as you held his face in your hands.

“Quick.”

And suddenly his lips were on yours, insatiably starving and desperate to taste you.

His hands explored your body, pulling up the bottom hem of your dress with ease as he lifted you effortlessly onto the counter by the back of your thighs. The cold marble hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Lips never leaving yours, he dipped underneath the pool of fabric to find your panties, easing you out of them before stuffing them into his pocket.

Shoving his middle and ring fingers between his lips, he lapped at them momentarily before pulling them out with a pop noise. He reconnected his lips with yours and used his spit as lube to rub tight circles around your clit.

Usually, he’d take this part slowly. Torturing you with drawn-out circles and long kisses, only giving in when you beg for it. He’d drag your orgasm out, spending hours making you squirm beneath him until you were screaming his name. That was when he’d finally let you cum. Quickies were the opposite. He was brutally fast, relentless and unforgiving. And the best part, he knows you love it.

This was no different. When he knew you were ready for it, he dipped two fingers inside of you, smiling to himself as your walls clenched around him, and you gasped into his mouth. He leaned backwards, letting you breathe as he pumped into you at the perfect pace.

“George,” You wailed, head hitting the mirror behind you while your chest rose and fell.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He muttered, the veins on his arm flexing as he hit knuckles deep, curling his fingers and hitting your g-spot, speeding up when you gasped out a loud moan. “You ready for my cock, baby?”

You nodded quickly, borderline voracious. Tutting at the way you whined as his fingers left your core, George picked you up by the back of your legs and carried you to the sofa, guiding you to stand beside it and bend over as your hands held onto the armrest.

You looked at him over your shoulder, watching as he pulled down his trousers and gave his cock a few pumps until precum leaked from his tip. Lifting your dress once more, he ran his cold hands over your bare ass, slapping it once.

“Ah!” Your body jolted forward, your weight being held no longer by your hands, but rather by your forearms, which leaned against the hard fabric of the support. He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock through your wet folds before pushing himself in.

Your soft moans turned into borderline screams as he pulled you backwards by your hips before pounding into you harshly until the sofa scraped forward with each merciless thrust.

He never let up, groaning as your walls fluttered around his shaft to the point where you were no longer upright against the side, instead, your face being buried in the couch cushions with your hips draped over the armrest. Your makeup was definitely ruined, tears soaking the couch and very likely being stained with mascara.

“George!” You gasped, drool coating your own hand as you muffled the string of moans that escaped your lips. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your legs started to shake, he snapped his hips forward a few more sharp slaps before both of you were coming undone, hot ropes of cum coating your insides.

Near silence filled the room; only the sounds of panting, heavy breaths were audible. George helped you up, mumbling praises the whole time as he sat you on the edge of the bed, walking to the bathroom and returning with a hot towel to clean you up.

“Was I too rough? Do you still want to go out?” He asked while dapping the towel between your thighs. Worry painted his face as he kneeled on the carpet, looking up at you.

“You were perfect.” You rubbed his cheek. “I’m a bit tired… We could stay in and order room service?”

“I’m sorry, I know you were looking forward to that club.” He frowned, standing up once he had fully cleaned you off.

“Baby, no. This was better than any night out.” You reassured him, following him into the bathroom as he rinsed off the towel and folded it, leaving it on the counter to wash later.

“I promise I’ll fly you out to Paris again sometime soon, and we can do everything there is to do.” He ran a hand through your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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queen that mile high will fic was INSANE im craving more will stuff

LET ME HELP YOU — WillNE

( Kinktober day 25 // Mutual masturbation )

Summary: As luck would have it, you lost your hotel room key, meaning you were forced to stay the night with the boy you hated most. (2.2k words)

Warning(s): Masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob

A/N: Thank you for requesting !! Hope this lives up to what you asked for <3

YOU’VE ALWAYS HATED WILL. There was just something about him that pissed you off, whether it was his annoying, high-pitched voice or his stupidly square head. He hadn't necessarily done anything wrong; in fact, it made you feel quite guilty that you hated him so strongly. So you tried your best to keep the peace and stay civil, every interaction filled with tight-lipped smiles and twitching eyes.

That was until he started making small jabs at you. Little comments every now and then, enough to piss you off to the point where you dropped your facade completely. It spiralled from there, and before long, everyone knew about your mutual hostility. Your friends, presumably not wanting to deal with your petty arguments, learnt to stop inviting you to film shoots or group hangouts together.

Though it wasn’t always avoidable. Which was how the two of you were now glaring at each other from across the table, your knuckles white from how hard you were clenching your fork. You and a group of friends were in Brighton for an event Chris had dragged you to.

“Remind me again why he is here?” You turned your head to George, one of your closest friends, eyes still locked on the boy you hated most.

“Ask Chris.” He cocked a brow, gesturing to the short boy as he rambled to Will, who seemed like he couldn’t care less about whatever he was saying. You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to ask and especially not in front of Will himself. You disliked him, sure, but you didn’t want to embarrass him at the dinner table.

Once your food had arrived and the conversation around the table started to become interesting, your mood flipped immediately. You were laughing with your friends, enjoying your night, and trying your best to ignore the feeling of Will staring at you. You weren’t going to entertain his immaturity and ruin your night, especially with how well it was going.

“Wow, that was lovely.” You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin. Everyone nodded in agreement, mumbling their own praises and grabbing their belongings. Grabbing your vlog camera, the group of you paid for the meal and made your way onto the streets of Brighton.

The cold air hit you hard; winter nights are always underestimated by you, as evidenced by your lack of jacket. Mist came from your mouth with each exhale, hands instantly digging into your jeans pockets.

“Cold?” George asked, with that gorgeous smile on his face that says ‘I told you so’, warming you up anyway. You nodded, blushing, partly from the crisp air and partly from George’s gesture as he shrugged off his jacket and slung it over you. You pulled your arms through the sleeves, thanking him as you felt yourself already warm up.

Abruptly, a sharp, intentional jolt hits you from behind. Will's shoulder slams into yours, not hard enough to send you sprawling, but enough to sting and steal your breath. The force of it makes you stumble slightly, a clear message delivered: he's furious, and he wants you to know it.

But why? You hadn’t done anything all dinner. Not any of your usual insults or glaring daggers. You were civil, you were peaceful, you were everything your friends had begged of you for tonight, and it still wasn’t good enough for him. What was his problem?

“Oi, mate?” George called out to Will as he walked beside Chris in front of you. He turned his head to the side, glancing at George with furrowed brows. George copied his expression, eyes squinting slightly. “You bumped into her.”

“My bad.” Will shrugged, not even looking at you as he muttered his half-assed apology. George sighed harshly, wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Will finally glanced at you, a weird look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite recognise. It looked like a mix of studied indifference and something more. His jaw clenched, eyes softening slightly, though his eyebrows remained in their furrowed position.

You tried not to pay much attention to it, or the weird emptiness in your stomach you got from the feeling of George’s arm around you. As soon as you got back to your hotel, you could have a warm shower, go to sleep, and forget any of this even happened.

Or so you thought. After saying goodnight to your mates and spending an extra minute in the lobby locating the vending machine and enjoying a nice iced tea, you made your way up to your hotel room. Rummaging in your purse, your breath hitched when you couldn’t locate your room key. After a minute of digging, you got so desperate that you resorted to laying all your belongings on the hallway floor before coming to the realisation that you really had lost the key.

Your shaking hand grabbed your phone, texting the group chat and explaining your somewhat embarrassing situation. Biting your lip anxiously, you waited for a reply. Anyone.

Anyone but the one person who opened your message.

“unlucky lol”

Of course, he’d be no help. Not that you would ever be desperate enough to share a room with him anyway; you’d rather sleep in the elevator. You pulled out your vlog camera, deciding that if you really were in this dumb of a situation, then you should at least make content out of it.

You had no idea that just down the hallway, Will was staring at the message with unease. He was stuck on what to do, knowing he couldn’t leave you there. He tried calling Chris, huffing in annoyance when it went to voicemail and biting the inside of his cheek. Letting out one more groan, he got out of bed and left his room.

“I seriously don’t know what I’m gonna do.” You sighed to your camera, holding it up to your face before panning it down either side of the hallway as you sat with your back to the door.

“Come on then.” A voice from the end of the hallway made you jump. You turned your head, your face dropping from one of hope to one of disbelief as Will stood in his pyjamas, arms crossed. Turning to your vlog camera, you mouthed the words ‘help me’ before shoving it into your purse with the rest of your scattered belongings.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” You mumbled, stomping alongside him towards his room. He chuckled, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Of course you’re not.”

…

Once you got back to his room, you took a long shower, washing off the weirdness of the day and thinking about how awkward tonight would be. You got into bed as Will got in the shower, the faint sound of running water soothing you as you relaxed under the covers. Filming a quick recap for your vlog, you turned off the camera and started mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

You tried not to stare as Will emerged from the shower, hair dripping wet and shirtless, a pair of baggy sweatpants hanging from his waist. The band of boxers was peeking out, and you had to keep your mouth from dropping open as his thumb hooked under the waistband, easing the fabric away and unsticking it from his damp skin before it snapped back.

You glanced back at your phone, not daring to look him in the eyes despite feeling his gaze locked on you. He turned the bedroom light off, the lamps on either side of the bed creating a lovely, warm lighting that just made you even more tired.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes widened as he pulled back the covers, climbing into bed beside you, though keeping a reasonable distance.

“Getting in bed?” He replied, plugging his phone in and turning off his lamp.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor?” You assumed.

“It’s my room.”

After a moment of turmoil and silence, knowing that you couldn’t exactly argue with him after he had let you stay in your room, you replied with a sigh before clicking off your lamp. “Just- … stay on your side, yeah?”

…

“Oh fuck- Will!” Your back arched as you moaned, head hitting the pillow and legs spreading wider.

“You like that, darling?” He groaned, thrusting into you with a level of hunger you didn’t expect. “Do I make you feel good?”

You shot up, sweat covering your body, and your heart beating rapidly. You were dreaming. You ran a hand over your face, pulling your lip between your teeth for the hundredth time today.

Your pussy was undeniably wet, the throbbing feeling distracting you as you tried your hardest to get back to sleep. As ridiculous as it sounds, you found yourself awake an hour later, staring at the ceiling with restlessness due to the mere fact that you hadn’t had a wank. It had become a habit of yours, specifically before bed, considering it seemed to help you sleep; something you often had trouble with.

That, along with the dream you had earlier, made you insanely tense. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander, along with your hand as it migrated down to your waistband. Turning your head towards Will to ensure he was still asleep, feeling relieved to see his back facing you.

You shamelessly dipped your hand under your panties, biting your tongue to stop yourself from gasping as you realise you’re wetter than you thought. You slowly circled your clit, leg twitching measly. Keeping up the pattern of slow circles and glancing to the boy sleeping next to you every few moments, you gained a little more confidence and possible delusion as you believed he’d stay asleep.

Picking up the pace, you stuffed the neck of your shirt into your mouth as your hips bucked up desperately. You couldn’t help but think of the boy you had dreamt of. Suddenly, Will’s breathing shifted. Heavier, yet somehow softer in a way, as if it had a whine to it. Your movements stopped, legs twitching every few seconds in expectancy.

“I know you can hear me,” he whimpered, turning slightly. Was he… jerking off? “Let me help you, if you’ll help me.”

After a moment of silence, he turned fully, lying on his back and lazily stroking his cock, the sheet outlining the silhouette of his hand. He looked at you, eyes desperately needy. Nodding, you moved closer, reaching under the covers to grab his hand as you replaced it with yours. He did the same, matching your slow strokes with tight circles around your clit.

“Will,” you breathed, legs spreading wider as your body instinctively moved towards him. You sped up your jerks, being met with the same treatment. You knew how this worked, now. Growing more desperate by the minute, your hand sped up, paying attention to his tip as you rolled your fist around it, thumb darting out to wipe the drop of pre-cum and use it as lubricant.

Will bucked his hips, mumbling a quick praise before dipping his middle finger inside your soaking pussy. He groaned, head hitting the wall and turning to watch the pleasure in your face as you moaned, mouth hung open.

“Fuck,” he whispered, using his free hand to grab your jaw, turning you to face him before capturing his lips with yours. His tongue protruded into your mouth, moving against yours with possessiveness and hunger. He spat, “I hate you so fucking much.”

You moaned into his mouth as he added a second finger, pumping quickly as the wet sounds filled the room. Your hand stammered around his cock, jerking him harder and faster. His mouth separated from yours, attaching to the side of your neck as open-mouthed kisses left marks.

Tilting your head back to give him more room, he left soft bruises around the base of your neck. Moans filled the room as he added a thumb, circling your clit tightly as his two fingers pumped into your pussy perfectly. Your legs shook tensely, back arching off the mattress as your head hit the pillow.

"Will, oh my god!" You moaned, chest heaving as your whole body tightened before the knot in your stomach snapped, and you coated Will's fingers in your arousal. Despite your now drunken state, you kept up the pace on his cock for a few more strokes before warm ropes of cum sputtered out, dripping down the sides of your hand.

He moved away from your neck, letting himself slump against the headboard as he panted. You brought your hand up to your mouth, lapping at his cum and moaning lightly when the saltiness hit your tongue.

"Fuck." He shook his head in disbelief. The two of you caught your breath for a moment before Will got up and stumbled to the bathroom, returning with a damp towel and cleaning you up gently. The two of you stayed up for another hour or so, chatting mindlessly and, for once, not being rude to each other.

And somewhere along the way, his voice sounded less annoying than usual. Maybe even comforting. You found yourself falling asleep to the sound of it, the last thing you recall before drifting to unconsciousness being the warmth of the blanket gently pulled over your body, and a kiss planted on the top of your head.

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⋆ ｡ ˚ ACE’s UKYT MASTERLIST ˚ .

⋆ ｡ ˚ || ArthurTV

MASKED // You sent a risky DM to your celebrity crush, a faceless YouTuber, and offered yourself to him under whatever circumstances he needed to keep his anonymity. (1.5k words)

⋆ ｡ ˚ || WillNE

MILE HIGH // When you run into your celebrity crush in an airport, and end up checking off the 80th box on the rice purity test #commonoccurance (2.7k words)

LET ME HELP YOU // As luck would have it, you lost your hotel room key, meaning you were forced to stay the night with the boy you hated most. (2.2k words)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN // Will offers to teach you and your boyfriend the right way to fuck. (1.8k words) (FT. Alfie Buttle)

THE WORST IN ME // Will took things too far while filming a video, yet somehow you managed to wake up in his bed the next morning?

⋆ ｡ ˚ || George Clarke

ALL ABOUT YOU // You express your frustration with George's busy schedule and lack of one-on-one time, leading to a night all about you. (1.6k words)

BEAUTIFUL // After comforting you while you were upset about what you saw when you looked in the mirror, George proved exactly how beautiful you were to him. (1.0k words)

ROOM SERVICE // George is desperate for a quick fuck before you go out clubbing in Paris, but ends up destroying you. (1.3k words)

⋆ ｡ ˚ || Alfie Buttle

HAPPY HALLOWEEN // Will offers to teach you and your boyfriend the right way to fuck. (1.8k words) (FT. WillNE)

⋆ ｡ ˚ || James Marriott

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⋆ ｡ ˚ || Harry Lewis

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BEAUTIFUL — George Clarke

( Kinktober day 16 // Mirror sex )

Summary: After comforting you while you were upset about what you saw when you looked in the mirror, George proved exactly how beautiful you were to him. (1.0k words)

Warning(s): negative body image, praise, fingering

A/N: just a quick one since motivation is a bit low. Not yet proofread, so bear with me

“HEY DARLING, I'M HOME.” George’s voice made you jump as he stepped into the bedroom you shared.

“Don’t come in.” You stammered, taking quick strides over to the door and hiding behind it. “Just give me a minute.”

“What’re you doing, lovey?” He asked, a smirk evident in his tone. He stood on the other side of the door, fingers brushing over your hand that was clamped harshly over the side of the frame, while his face remained hidden.

“Head out of the gutter.” You mumbled, telling him to stay there for a second. You walked back to the bed, grabbing your shirt and throwing it over you, but not before turning to the side and staring at your stomach in the mirror one more time.

For the past hour, you had been standing, sitting, spinning in front of the mirror topless, eyes fixated on your body with knitted brows. Your hands trailed over your arms, squeezing at the fat around your upper arm. You felt disgusting. You sucked in your belly, turning to the side and squishing as if you could modify your body by touch. You wish you could. You had been so fixated on the mirror that you hadn’t heard the front door, hence your reaction when he came walking into the bedroom.

“Hey.” You smiled a tight lip smile, pulling repeatedly at your already oversized shirt. You opened the door, letting him in. He took in the state of the bedroom, old jeans sprawled over the sheets and tank tops discarded on the floor.

“You going through the wardrobe?” He asked innocently, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards him. He gave you a kiss on the top of your head, hand stroking your hair. You pulled away prematurely, not wanting him to touch you.

“What’s the matter?” He raised a brow, tone gentler. His expression changed from one of confusion to one of realisation, and then to one of hurt.

“Baby,” he started, knowing what this meant.

“None of my pants fit anymore.” You blurted. “These used to be loose on me, now I can’t even zip them up.”

You sniffled, the back of your hand wiping your eyes while your chin quivered. George took a step forward, hand reaching out before flinching back as you snapped backwards, eyebrows furrowed.

“Please don’t touch me.” You hiccuped, tears streaming constantly. You calmed yourself quickly, wiping your hands on your shirt.

“Reader, you’re perfect. Don’t you dare, even for a second, think otherwise.” He tried once more to step forward, this time grabbing your hand and holding it up to his face. He ran your hand over his stubble, leaning into it with closed eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He added, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.

“I don't feel beautiful.” You hiccuped.

“Oh, baby.” George’s eyes started to water, holding onto you even tighter as if he was scared you would disappear. He spent the next 15 minutes holding you, mumbling compliments into your ear and kissing you softly. Neither of you moved from your original position. You had fully calmed down, now just enjoying the feeling of being in your handsome boyfriend’s arms.

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are,” his voice spoke lowly as he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. He pulled you by your hips, spinning you around so you were staring at both of you. He sat you on his lap, legs on either side of his.

“So gorgeous.” He mumbled, kissing your shoulders and tugging at the neckline of your shirt. Tilting your head to the side to grant George more access, he snaked his free hand around your stomach to pull you closer into him.

“See what you do to me?” He bucked his hips slightly, and you could feel his semi-hard cock through his sweats. You let out a shaky breath, watching in the mirror as he used his legs to slowly pry yours apart, your shirt bunching at your waist to reveal your dampening panties.

“So sexy.” He praised, hand squeezing your inner thigh with a certain level of hunger. “All mine.”

You genuinely felt his cock twitch beneath you, hardening quickly as his hands trailed your thighs, eyes locked to yours in the mirror, while leaving open-mouthed kisses over your neck. You whispered his name, head knocking back to hit his shoulder. You watched as his hands slowly lowered, loving the way he tightly gripped your inner thighs.

“George, please,” you whined, chest heaving. He listened, fingers finally colliding with your clothed pussy. Your legs twitched, subconsciously spreading further apart. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, his hand disappearing into your panties.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he came into contact with your bare clit, slowly circling it while his other hand trailed underneath your shirt. He stared at the way your legs trembled and watched the way your chest heaved.

“So wet for me. So perfect.” He huffed, dipping a finger into your core. You jolted at the feeling, hands wrapping around his neck from behind as your head hit his chest. You let out a slow moan as he started thrusting himself in and out, starting slow and gentle but progressing to be fast and reckless.

“George!” You moaned, back arching as your mouth hung open. He smirked, chuckling slightly though sounding hoarse, like he was slightly out of breath. Your eyes met in the mirror, and you took in his hazy state. Lips parted, twitching into a smile, eyelids heavy and pupils blown. His thumb met your clit, rubbing tight circles as he bit his lip.

“I’m so close,” you panted, legs trembling and twitching while your chest heaved, hips grinding and desperate for release.

“Cum for me, pet.” He nodded, keeping up his pace and kissing your shoulder. He felt your gummy walls clench around his fingers. You came with a moan of his name, eyes fluttering closed. He helped you through it, fingers stilling inside you as his thumb slowly circled your clit. Mumbling a quick praise in your ear, he kissed your neck lazily.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He mumbled into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your stomach.

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MILE HIGH — WillNE

( Kinktober day 10 // Mile High Club )

Summary: When you run into your celebrity crush in an airport, and end up checking off the 80th box on the rice purity test #commonoccurance (2.7k words)

Warning(s): Fingering, Dirty talk, Sex in an airplane (don’t do this, it’s illegal), mirror sex if you squint, unprotected, public/risky sex, overall smut.

A/N: ((not yet proof read))

"WILL LENNEY?” YOU TAPPED his shoulder timidly, a slight shake in your voice as you stared at the back of the tall boy. Turning, he completely towered over you. A smile crossed his face, his eyes squinting in that perfect way you had seen countless times while watching his YouTube content.

...

You were in an airport, or more specifically, the Qantas Business Lounge of Sydney Airport. Sitting with a glass of complimentary champagne, you sipped carefully while mindlessly scrolling through your emails on your laptop. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, your head tilting to hit the back of the chair as your hand covered your eyes.

Slamming your laptop shut and pushing it into your carry-on, you stood up and trudged on to the gift shop. Bored out of your mind and restless in the scratchy seats, you figured there was very little better to do. You browsed the sweets aisle, moving slowly on to the electronics, and looping around to the books. Nothing seemed to satisfy your discontent.

That was, until the sight of a tall brunette boy piqued your interest. You knew that face, that haircut, that uneven walk.

You'd seen that man countless times. Through your television screen and your TikTok feed, with numerous edits saved shamelessly in specifically organised folders. You placed down the book you were previously intrigued by, now seeming irrelevant and completely unimportant.

"Will Lenney?" You gently tapped his shoulder to draw attention, a little unsure it was him, though Mikey was standing in the corner, along with all of Will's crew; you knew this was real. He turned, a slight look of confusion plastering his face before he looked down at you.

"Hello, darling." He smiled, eyes squinting in the adorable way you loved to see on screen. Your face lit up, the fangirl inside of you gnawing at the walls as you stood face to face with your favourite content creator. You mumbled a few incoherent words, apologising quickly and clearing your throat.

"Hi." You giggled, covering your mouth in embarrassment of how awkward you had suddenly become. Will chuckled at your reaction, extending his arm outwards as if he was inviting you to hug him. He was. You melted, reaching an arm over him and giving him a brief hug on the tips of your toes before dropping down.

"Oh my god, happy birthday!" Your eyes shot wide as you remembered. God, how could you forget? Wait, why was he in Sydney? "What are you doing in Australia for a birthday?"

"Awh, thank you. For a video, actually. 50-hour birthday challenge." He smiled, going on to explain how the challenge worked and forcing you to swear not to tell anyone until it had been posted. You talked for a while; after he had told you he was stuck in the airport for another couple of hours until his flight, and accepted your offer of company.

Explaining his day, he told you all about the challenge they were undertaking, what he and his friends had been up to thus far, and their plans for Hawaii. You were still in awe that you were sitting across from Will and his friends, the group having migrated back to the business lounge. Will asked you a few questions, mostly about how and when you had found his videos and what your favourites were.

"God, I'm sorry, I didn't realise how long it's been. I probably look like a crazy fan, following you around." You glanced up from your watch, roughly an hour after running into him. He stood up, giving you another hug and thanking you for your support. Saying a quick goodbye to everyone else, you grabbed your bag and headed back to the gift shop to complete your purchases for the flight to Hawaii you had ahead of you.

...

As you boarded the plane, bag in hand, while walking towards your seat, you found yourself fantasising about Will. You weren't proud of it, but you honestly couldn't help yourself. He was more attractive in person than you could ever imagine, and you wanted nothing more than to catch just one more glimpse of him before you very likely would never see him again.

You were horribly wrong, disproving yourself about two seconds after the thought by making eye contact with the very same man you had been thinking of.

You smiled at Will awkwardly as you stowed your bag in the overhead, figuring that bothering him in the airport was already crossing boundaries, so anything more than a smile after boarding would be considered to be on the verge of harassment. Of course he'd be in Business Class, you thought. Why would he be in the Business lounge and not be in Business Class seats? Maybe sleep deprivation was getting to you.

As you got comfortable in your seat and pretended to be busy on your laptop, you watched Will out of the corner of your eye while he celebrated quietly with Mikey, a vlog camera in each hand, which led you to assume the others were in economy. Unfortunately, you couldn't spend the entire flight eye-fucking him, being genuinely busy as you were technically on a work trip.

You hadn't even noticed how long it had been until the lights overhead were dimmed, a slight blue glow coming from the lamps on your seat, and only one other. Wills.

Being Will, he had decided not to sleep as he believed the challenge wouldn't count if he did. He was left sitting very tiredly, nibbling slowly on a cupcake. You smiled to yourself, though keeping your head down to at least respect his privacy.

"Hey," Will mumbled, and you tried your best to ignore him since you assumed he wasn't talking to you. He repeated himself, still whispering, though a little louder. "Hey!"

You looked up, eyes tracking to find his seat on the other side of the aisle, a few chairs back. He was looking dead at you, a weary expression on his face as he attempted to smile through tired eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, quickly closing it again, before opening it once more to ask you the question you had least expected.

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

...

Another few hours had passed, and everything had changed. Will was now sitting in the empty seat beside you, after the two of you were told off for talking too loudly. You had gone through a couple of cups of coffee each, enough to keep you both awake for the rest of the flight. Now, you were talking mindlessly, the two of you bantering and getting to know each other. You would be stupid to say you couldn't feel at least a little chemistry between you two.

The way he leaned in to hear you better as you whispered, or the way he effortlessly held your knee while you both tried to laugh as quietly as possible. He wasn't the only one flirting, and he definitely picked up on the way you had been staring at him.

You bit your lip as you laughed, trying your best to muffle the sound though finding it difficult with how funny Will was. You had assumed YouTubers scripted their jokes, or if not, cut out the unfunny jokes. Will was different; everything he said made you giggle. Each joke made you want him more, along with every smile that reminded you why it was his favourite feature of yours.

You talked for what could have been hours, moving from topic to topic. You both became more flirty as the conversation went on. Each grab of your knee trailed higher, eventually becoming your thigh, and then just resting on your upper thigh as his thumb brushed circles. You stared down at where his skin met yours, the warmth inviting and comforting.

…

His hand stammered higher up your thigh, moving inwards with a lick of his lips, and a shaky breath. His pinkie finger twitched, touching the damp spot of your panties. He bit his lips with a sharp inhale, glancing up to ensure nobody was around. His middle finger trailed a long swipe over your underwear. Suppressing a whine, you brought your finger up to your mouth and bit the side of it.

“Not here.” You whispered, staring into his eyes with all the trust in the world. This was absolutely the thing you expected least when you got in the taxi on your way to the airport earlier that day, and you couldn’t help but prematurely imagine how he’d feel inside you as he nodded with a desperate gaze in his eyes.

“Go to the bathroom, I’ll be there soon.” He waited for your approval, before you stood up and walked to the back of the plane.

After a few minutes of checking yourself in the mirror, you heard the door slowly slide open, and you watched in the mirror as Will walked in and locked the door before meeting your gaze. He very quickly grabbed you by your waist, turning you around to face him before turning the both of you around and pinning you against the wall. His hands caged you, resting on either side of your head and pressed firmly against the wall.

He licked his lips, his eyes glued to yours as you mimicked him, tongue darting out. He leaned in impatiently, jaw moving against yours as he kissed you with hunger. His tongue slipped into your mouth strategically, moving against yours in perfect synchronicity. He pulled away, wiping his thumb over his bottom lip before sucking his thumb pad.

“You’re gonna be quiet, yeah? And tell me if you need to stop.” He asked, eyes trailing your body with desperation while his hand teased the hem of your skirt. The second you nodded, his lips connected with your jaw. He trailed open mouth kisses down your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt to the side as he sucked on your collarbones and shoulders.

His hand slipped under your skirt, pulling at the waistband of your panties until they pooled by your feet. You kicked them off, gasping a sharp inhale as a cold finger slid from your aching hole to your clit, collecting your slick and using it to rub fast circles. He mumbled approval in your ear, praising you for how wet you were and how much of a good girl you were for not making noises.

Wanting to keep hearing his praise, and of course not wanting to be caught, you leaned your forehead on his shoulder and bit down on one of your fingers. Your free hand trailed up his chest, up the back of his neck, and grabbed a handful of his mullet. He whined slightly, not expecting to be so turned on by something so simple.

“Can I keep going?” He asked, lifting your head up by the chin. A strand of drool connected your lip to your finger.

“Please,” you whispered back, choking on your words and having to bite his shoulder to stop yourself from moaning as he pushed a finger inside you. His cold ring felt strangely good as it pressed against your entrance, his fingered bottoming out before he started to jerk them in and out.

“Doing so good.” He gripped a handful of your hair, pulling you off his shoulder to connect your lips with his. Something in the way he kissed you felt like more than lust, or an airplane bathroom hookup. You could feel his hard cock strain against his shorts, pressing up on your thigh. His hips bucked involuntarily, begging for friction.

He kissed your neck once more, giving you a minute to realise how good the two of you looked in the mirror ahead of you. Even through his shirt you could see his back muscles, his biceps clearly visible as his free hand resting against the wall, fingers flexing and balling into a fist. You watched your body bounce gently against the wall as hair stuck to your sweaty forehead and your lips darkened in colour.

“Are you watching us in the mirror?” He whispered in your ear, his fingers pumping in and out of you at rapid speeds. “You dirty girl.”

“Will, please.” You whispered, voice breaking. “So close.”

“Say my name baby.” He grunted as he picked you up by the back of your thighs, the loss of contact when you were so close causing you to whimper.

“Will,” you moaned as quietly as you could in his ear.

He reached down, pulling the front of his shorts down, along with his boxers, freeing his cock as it hit his stomach. It was massive. At least 8 inches, very likely more.

You braced yourself, reaching down and pulling his cock out fully as you gave it a few strokes. You lined him up with your core, biting your lip and furrowing your eyebrows as his tip pressed against you. He held you up, letting you lower yourself at your own pace until you were fully clamped around him.

“You feel so perfect.” he panted, hands squeezing your thighs tightly as he held you up against the wall. He began to slowly thrust in and out, his bucking hips meeting the way he lifted you up and down. Your hooded eyes met themselves in the mirror, rolling back slightly with each thrust as they got faster with each breath.

Your teeth clenched, head hitting the wall behind you. The feeling of wills tongue licking and sucking hungrily at your neck mixed with the way he thrusted into you while lifting you up and down was driving you crazy. You were a little embarrassed to be so close to climax already.

“I’m c-close.” You warned him.

“Hold on for me darling.” He sped up, hoping to cum at the same time as you. “You’re doing so so good for me.”

The sound of him slapping against you grew louder, very likely louder than you should be, but neither of you cared. It was Will’s birthday, after all. Will grunted and groaned, his head dug into the crook of your neck as he listened to your sweet, sweet moans.

“Oh fuck.” He swallowed a groan, his throat dry and hoarse, his breath hot against you. “Gonna cum.”

You took that as permission, finally letting yourself go. Your back arched, eyes rolling back as your legs shook around his body. The way your pussy squeezed around him pushed him over the edge, spilling into you with hot ropes. He caught his breath, head still resting on your shoulder. He slowly lifted you off him, a wave of panic crashing over him as he watched his seed drip out of you.

“You’re on the pill, right?” He asked, nervous. You chuckled, reassuring him you were. He helped you clean up quickly in the sink, crouching down to assist you step into your panties before he pulled them up, planting a kiss on your thigh as he stood all the way up. He smoothed out your hair, a smile lingering on his lips as he did. You couldn’t help but smile back, still in disbelief that you had just hooked up in an airplane, not just with anyone, but with your celebrity crush.

“So uh, could I get your number?” He asked, half joking but half serious. You giggled to yourself, taking his phone and typing in your digits. Once you handed it back, you stood on the tips of your toes for a moment, planting a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’ll go first.” You checked yourself in the mirror one last time, before gently clicking open the lock and making your way back to your seat. Mikey had woken up sometime during everything, and clearly Will had noticed too as he sat in his original seat instead of the one beside you after successfully sneaking out of the stall.

A notification from an unknown number drew your gaze from the handsome man a few seats behind you to your phone. You quickly glanced at the time (6am) before checking the message. When you did, you smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes.

“You busy tonight? Believe it or not, it’s my birthday ;)”

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ALL ABOUT YOU — George Clarke

( Kinktober day 02 // Bondage kink )

Summary: You express your frustration with George's busy schedule and lack of one-on-one time, leading to a night all about you. (1.6k words)

Warning(s): Bondage, fingering, unprotected sex, overall smut

A/N: Kinktober day 2 !! if you have any kink suggestions for future days lmk!!

YOU HAD BEEN DATING George Clarke for a few months now. Long enough that things had stopped being awkward, but short enough that everything still felt new. You had met all his friends, admittedly having your favourites. That’s how you ended up in a random bar in the middle of London, George deciding it would be a great bonding experience for you and his friends.

Honestly, you were pissed. George had been so busy recently, juggling his streams and uploads, his random entry to strictly come dancing, and other small projects which meant you hadn’t spent much time together. When he texted you earlier that night saying he was free, your heart skipped a beat. Imagining a nice romantic dinner, expecting to end the night bodies entwined in his sheets.

Now you watched him downing drinks with his ‘lads’. Not that you had anything against his friends, and you were glad George could get the break he deserved after being so overworked. It was just the fact that you hadn’t spent a night with him in weeks, and it was driving you insane.

Still you continued to bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin his night. Despite your efforts, he noticed your behaviour.

"What's wrong, lovey?" He smiled, his eyes slightly bloodshot.

"Nothing, George." You tried to reassure him with a smile, but your tone was nowhere close to it. You cringed internally, knowing you would have to admit to it.

"Don't lie to me. What is it?" His hand brushed delicately up and down your forearm, the touch immediately causing you to melt.

"I just-.." You sigh, choosing your words carefully. "I was hoping we could spend some time together.. Alone."

"Oh?" He cocked a brow, a slight upturn in his mouth.

"But it's okay, you deserve a break with how hard you've been working." You backpedal. He scans your face for a moment, sucking his teeth before smiling. He downed the rest of his pint, grabbed his coat and said a quick goodbye to his friends.

"I'll call a cab." His hand rested on your lower back, guiding you out of the sweaty bar.

"George-" You started to protest, feeling a little bad.

"I see my mates all the time. You're more important to me right now." He interrupts, not even looking at you as he flags down a taxi. The two of you climb in the back seat, his hand resting warmly on your inner thigh as he directs the driver to his flat. Luckily, his flatmates Chris and Arthur were back at the bar, so that was one less thing to worry about.

As soon as his bedroom door closed, his lips were on yours. Hot and messy with a lingering taste of beer. He mumbled against your lips about how much he had missed you, and how often he had thought about you late at night. He shrugged his jacket off, along with yours, lifting his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. The two of you kicked your shoes off quickly, stumbling slightly.

He pressed you into the door, one leg in between yours and his hands on either side of your head. Kisses trailed from your lips to your jaw, down your neck and to your collarbone. He pulled down the neck of your shirt, giving him more room to work with as he left light marks over your chest. Your hands rested on his lower chest, tracing along his abdomen and teasing his belt.

"Ah ah," He stopped you from unbuckling the latch. "Tonight's about you, and I'm gonna take my time." He whispered. His free hand roamed your sides, moving up and down. Your shirt rode up, George eventually stepping back to pull it off. His lips reconnected, and you gasped suddenly as his upper knee started to slowly grind under your skirt.

"George," You whispered, the pleasure so fleeting and gentle that you were growing more desperate by the second. Fingers teased your legs, migrating slowly up your thigh and playing with the hemming of your skirt. He silenced you with another kiss, his fingers hooking around your panties and pulling them down enough for the air to hit your now bare crotch. A whine escaped your lips, instantly being swallowed as his tongue slipped into your mouth while his thumb slipped into your folds, circling your clit at a slow pace.

"Already so wet for me, my beautiful girl." The words he muttered as he bit your lip only turned you on further. Abruptly, he pushed a finger inside you. Thrusting it in and out, he picked up speed with each moan that came out of you. Before long, he added a second finger, pumping knuckles-deep with each circle of his thumb. He was taking things pretty quickly, despite his previous comment about taking his time, and you soon found yourself on the verge of your first orgasm. You muttered a warning, head hitting the door behind you.

"George, fuck." You gasped, a final string of moans filling the near-silent room as you release around his fingers. He gives you a minute to catch your breath, picking you up and walking you to the bed. He sat you by the foot, pulling your panties fully off and tossing them. He unzipped your skirt, discarding it in the same manner. Shivers spread down your spine as he pulled you up the bed, laying you in the middle and climbing on top of you. He unclasped your bra with his right hand, his left rummaging through the drawer. A grin crossed his face as he pulled out a pair of black, fuzzy handcuffs and left the key on his nightstand.

You cocked a brow, biting your lip. You and George had kept it mostly vanilla in the bedroom so far, occasionally doing something a little different to keep it interesting, but never this intense. For a second, you wondered why he owned those. You pushed those thoughts aside, nodding approval at his questioning glance. He softly grabbed your wrists, holding them up to the metal frame of his headboard and clasping your wrists through one of the bars. He tugged gently, testing the sturdiness before deciding that was satisfactory.

"You look so sexy right now." He licked his lips, eyes trailing hungrily.

"You're wearing too many clothes." You joked, ever so slightly nervous. Fortunately, you and George had established a safe word pretty early on in your relationship, and you knew he wouldn't push you further than you could take.

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, standing by the foot of the bed. His eyes wandered over you once more as he worked on his belt buckle, letting his jeans hit the floor, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and raw. "You know what to do if this is too much, yeah?"

You nod.

With that, he climbs back onto the bed, giving himself a quick few pumps. His other hand pressed firmly into the mattress beside your head, supporting himself. Lining himself up with your entrance, he sucked a breath through his teeth while slowly pushing himself deep into your pussy. His head hung low, eyes squeezed shut as he bottomed out.

"Oh fuck," Your head tipped back, hands instinctively squirming despite their situation. You spread your legs further, giving him more access to go deeper. His hips staggered a little, moving at a slow pace to let you adjust. Every time felt like the first time with George, his shaft reasonably long and definitely thick. Growing impatient, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you. He groaned at the invitation, starting to rock back and forth at an increasing speed.

"George," You whimpered, looking down to where your bodies connected. Breathing became a chore as your brain blanked, focusing on nothing other than the pleasure he was making you feel. His hips snapped forward, each thrust growing desperate and more aggressive. You were oversensitive from your last orgasm, despite the cooldown he had given you. You could feel another approaching, and George could tell from the way your walls tightened around his cock.

"Hold on for me, baby." He planted a few kisses on your neck, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Using all your will, you postponed your orgasm for a minute longer as the way his hips rocked became sloppy and out of rhythm. "That's it, come for me."

And so you did. Your walls tightened around him again, legs shaking and eyes rolling back. Your orgasm washed over you, pleasure causing your body to tremble and jerk from the aftershock.

"Fuck." He cursed, thrusting a few more deep snaps before pulling out, his hand working vigorously as he pushed himself over the edge. Hot ropes of cum spread across your stomach, painting your chest. The two of you panted, taking a second to catch your breath. Once his breathing had evened out, George stood up and pulled his boxers back on. He grabbed his previously discarded shirt, using it to wipe his release off you and clean you up. Lastly, he grabbed the keys to the handcuffs, releasing you.

He gave you a minute alone to dress yourself in his clothes, returning with two cups of steaming tea.

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MASKED — Arthur Fredrick

( Kinktober day 01 // Anonymous sex )

Summary: You sent a risky DM to your celebrity crush, a faceless YouTuber, and offered yourself to him under whatever circumstances he needed to keep his anonymity. (1.5k words)

Warning(s): oral (f receiving), overall smut

A/N: first time posting smut eek !!

“PUT ON A MASK. I’ll come round to ur house. Fuck me, and then I’ll leave straight away after xx”

You clicked send, committing to whatever your drunk mind was planning. It was a risky DM, sent to your favourite YouTuber. He was a faceless man with a lovely velvet voice. Admittedly, at times you preferred his voice to his actual content of TV commentary. ArthurTV had always been a ‘celebrity’ crush of yours. He wasn’t insanely popular, but famous enough for you to assume in your drunken state that he would never see the DM you sent.

You stared at the message for a moment, before your attention was redirected to the night out you were having with your closest friends. Lights were bright, music blaring, and before long you had completely forgotten about the text.

That was, until your phone buzzed.

“Stranger danger. Your house, not mine.”

You blinked, eyes darting from his DM, to your previous one, to the instagram account displayed on the top of your phone screen. You read it once, then twice, then over and over until his name started to seem made up. Placing the phone on the table, taking a deep breath, and downing your drink, you mumbled an excuse to your friends and called an uber.

By the time you got home, you had left him on read for fifteen minutes. Your fingers fumbled across the screen, a slight shake in them as you typed in your address and clicked send before you could change your mind. You didn’t know how long you had to prepare, so you got undressed, threw on a matching pair of laced underwear, and tidied your room.

You were standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, fixing individual strands of your hair when you heard a slow knock on the door, and the sound of a notification on your phone.

“I’m outside”

Throwing on an oversized shirt and padding to the door, you swallowed your nervousness and allowed the slight buzz of alcohol still in your system to assist your confidence. As you opened the door, you were faced with a man around six feet tall, muscles visible even through the long sleeved hoodie. Your eyes trailed up to his face, only his eyes visible through the ski mask he was wearing.

His eyes were brown but soft. Inviting, yet also intense and insanely magnified from the mask. Something about all his features being hidden made his eyes stand out. You invited him in, leading him to your bedroom.

“Could you… turn around?” He asked. The sound of his voice was better in person, leaving you standing still for a moment before you turned, facing the door. As the seconds passed, you grew more nervous. That was until you felt a soft hand on your hip, turning you around slowly. Arthur was standing there, completely topless. Your eyes trailed down his chest, from his surprisingly toned abs to the waistband of his boxers peeking out above his jeans.

“I wanna hear your voice.” You mumble, moving your gaze from his hand — which was now on your waist — to his eyes. He was already staring dead at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Do you?” He teased, feeling more confident than his usual self while behind a mask. “I wanna hear yours, too.” You could tell he was smirking.

“Yeah?” You bite your lip, feeling a little more comfortable. Your hand reaches to his chest, slowly trailing down his abs and looping through his belt. You pull him by the belt towards the bed, his hand dropping from your side as he lets you lead him. Pushing him down to sit by the foot of the bed, you now stand between his legs. A hand wraps around his neck, lifting his mask slightly to kiss his neck.

His hands rest steadily on the sides of your thighs, squeezing slightly. As your kisses grow hungrier, so do his hands. He trails them under your clothes, brushing up and down your torso and pulling your shirt up with him. You break from his neck to let him pull the shirt off you, and you hear a shaky breath escape his mouth.

“Come here.” He near whispers, pulling you on to his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, breathy and needy. He doesn’t reply, instead pulling his mask up just enough to show his mouth. You lean in greedily, quickly capturing his lips with your own.

His hands grab the back of your thighs, holding you supportively as he stands up and turns around, pressing you down on to the mattress. You both move upwards, so that he’s now laying on top of you in the middle of the bed. He plants a peck on your lips, before trailing open mouth kisses down your stomach. His hot breath hovered above your damp panties, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Arthur,” you squirmed, your head hitting the pillow behind you. You could hear him chuckle lightly, kissing you through the cloth before his fingers hooked into the waistband, and pulled them off.

“Show me how much you want me.” He smirked. Your hand darted to his head, scrunching up a small handful of his mask from the back of his head and pushing him toward. Not enough to forcefully move his head, but enough to make your intentions clear.

For a moment you wished the mask wasn’t covering his hair, because as soon as his tongue connected with your core, you felt the urge to grip something. You settled for the bedsheets, fisting handfuls of fabric and squeezing tightly.

“Oh Arthur,” you sighed, in disbelief that this was all happening. He alternated between long licks, and quick circles around your clit, dipping his tongue inside you and earning gentle moans. Before long your legs were trembling, breath heavy and sweat beading on your forehead.

“I need you inside me,” you panted, needy and desperate.

“Ask nicely.” He whispered into your core.

“Arthur, please.” You whined, looking down at him.

“mmm.. you look gorgeous like this.” He grinned, standing up at the foot of the bed. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket, throwing it on the mattress next to you. He unbuckled his belt, along with his jeans, letting them hit the floor with a light thud. He crawled back on to the bed, his body looming over yours. He leaned in, his lips connecting with your neck, trailing your jaw and finally reaching your lips.

You could taste yourself on his tongue as it explored your mouth. Your hand rested on his lower abdomen, slowly teasing down to stroke him through his black boxers. He groaned into your mouth, one hand clasping over yours as he determined the pace. You felt him growing harder, his hips rocking into your hand.

“Arthur,” you whispered, starting to tug down his boxers.

“Are you sure?” He confirmed, his cock springing free as he kicked off his last remaining clothes. You nodded quickly, mumbling approvals. He slipped on the condom and let out a breath, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly pushing himself in.

“Oh fuck.” He muttered, stuttering slightly. You felt yourself tighten around him, a shaky gasp escaping your lips. He bottomed out, his hips pressing against yours.

“Can I-“ he started.

“Yes.” You nodded, staring down at where your bodies connected. He slowly started rocking back and forth, his head hanging low. He kissed your neck slowly, speeding up his thrusts.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tilting your head back to give him access to more of your neck. He grabbed both your wrists in his hand, holding them above your head. His other hand trailed your body, firmly grabbing your waist, your hips, your thighs.

“You’re so sexy.” He groaned, reaching down to your thighs and lifting them so they wrapped around him. He pushed himself deeper, the new angle allowing more movement.

“Arthur!” You moaned, as he hit that perfect spot inside of you. Your legs shook, sweat dripping down your body. “I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby.” He panted, thrusting faster as his hand moved to your clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, head hitting the pillow behind you. Your back arched, hips bucking forward shamelessly as you rode out your high. He soon followed, filling the condom as his head rested in the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath and kissing his shoulder. He released your hands, rolling over and laying next to you.

The next twenty minutes were spent cleaning up and small talking, getting to know each other a little more. You found out he was studying to become a lawyer, which was why he never showed his face online.

You soon fell asleep, his hoodie clinging to your slightly sweaty body. When you awoke the next morning, you felt a slight drop in your stomach as you noticed Arthur had left. You picked up your phone, a single notification on your screen standing out.

“You free tomorrow night? x”

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