no words mean something too - h. c. g. lewis MDNI
you and harry have a... certain connection. most of the time the connection is physical and in absolute secret.
pairing: harry x f!reader
genre: smut, and a bit, a hint of angsty stuff if you squint
warnings: multiple sex scenes, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation (usage of words "whore", "slut", "fucktoy", "stupid", โuselessโ), lowkey dumbification, cum play, cum eating, masturbation (f), blowjobs, squirting, praise ("good girl"), dom!harry (even tho he isn't from the start and he breaks character once), sub!reader
wc: 2.1
a/n: ... this is the filthiest thing i have put on this blog. before you ask, i am pretty sure i'll write a part two. enjoy.... i dedicate this to my gal @pretendyoucantseeme as it is my first ever harry smut. ily wifey.
itโs becoming a thing with you and harry. somewhat a habit. a habit that makes your life more difficult and exhilarating at the same time.
the first time it happens is when everyone is asleep at a big shoot in a warehouse.ย
you feel him before you hear him.ย
โyou still up?โ he whispers. his hard cock is pressing against your ass and you almost feel offended by it.
โwhat the fuck, harry?โ you whisper back, looking at him over your shoulder. it's dark in the room, only the faint moonlight outside serving as a light source. and conveniently itโs cloaking harry in the most beautiful way. eyes dark, but still so perfectly blue. hair a mess. skin glowing. you swallow.
โlook, i donโt know whatโs going on but like- i could need some assistance.โ
assistance in a room full of all of your friends at a sidemen shoot?! he must be out of his god damn mind!
well, so are you apparently because not even three minutes later, his cock is stuffed inside your pussy, his hand on your mouth while he ruts his hips against you, his own mouth pressed shut.ย
fucking hell, heโs great at this.ย
it annoys you that harry is good at sex, it truly does. good at just fucking you like a maniac under sheets, the sound thankfully getting drowned out by the layers of blankets on top of you.
โgod, youโre tight. so fuuuuucking good, fuck.โ
his voice is a sultry whisper in your ear and for whatever reason your pussy spasms and your orgasm hits you like a truck - all with eyes rolling back and desperate moans getting suppressed by only his massive hand on your mouth. itโs like he put a bloody spell on you.
โoh shit, oh shit, did you just cum? fuck, thatโs so hot, o-oh f-fucking bloody hell!โ harry cums inside you for the first time right then.ย
it certainly wasnโt the last, though.
whatever is going on with you becomes something like aโฆ blur after a while. any kind of event, a shoot, a party, a pub crawl or golf, no matter where you and harry get invited to separately, you somehow end up being together in at leastโฆ one way. it truly doesnโt matter, you and harry make it work every single time.ย
a cramped bathroom stall, a room in an abandoned hostel, behind a not so abandoned five-star hotel at night, in a hot tub when anyone could walk back down to the yard. no matter what - harry and you end up fucking.ย
and for some reason, no one has caught on yet.ย
hide and seek is supposed to be a childrenโs game. harry and you have officially changed it to an 18 rated film. at least itโs in a bedroom this time.ย
โฆ
sure, in a closet inside a bedroom, but still a bedroom, right?
โfucking hell, how are you always this tight and wet for me, baby?โ
your frontside is pressed against the cool wood of the narrow closet, your jeans and panties pooling at your ankles, harryโs cock outside his fly and briefs, buried inside your aching cunt.
โf-fuck me so good!โ you cry pathetically.ย
see, this is a thing that happened. harry has somehow gotten you to a point of patheticness and stupidity. with all the fucking youโve been doing, the man has fucked you utterly and entirely stupid. when youโre with him you are nothing but a dumb slut, meant to be fucked by him and nothing else. hungry for his cum, hungry to cum.
โyeah, you like how i fuck you, my perfect little fucktoy.โ harry is relentless. whispers the naughtiest things into your ear in the softest voice, all while his cock pounds into you like a sledgehammer.ย
itโs quick and hard and everything youโve ever wanted and a part of you fears youโll never be able to have sex with anyone else ever again. harry fucks you exactly how you like it, treats you how you like it. the stupid seventh member of the sidemen had literally turned out to be the man of your wet dreams.ย
โmhmm, n-nothing but your f-fucktoy, harry!โ your drool is dripping down your chin, hands pushed against the wood and your orgasm comes closer with every pain strikingly good thrust of harryโs hips.
โi know thatโs right, baby. come on, cum for me, show me how good i make you feel.โ
when harry lewis tells you to cum, you do. itโs a spell, it must be a spell. a spell that has you climaxing around his cock in no time, pathetically crying his name and telling him over and over again to pump you full.ย
and he delivers every time.
โgood girl, such a good little whore for me, mhm, whatโs that? want my cum in you? of course you doโฆ stupid little slut, all you want is to be bred by me, isnโt that right?โย
he fucks you through your orgasm and when you whimper that, yes, all you want is to be his little breedable whore, he finally gives you what you need.
and no one ever ends up finding you in the closet together.ย
you never really talk about it. what this is. he never questions it and so neither do you.
which makes it so strange when you get jealous over him flirting with some random girl youโve never seen before.ย
you down your vodka lime and turn to pour yourself another one. not to drink it, though, no, no. that would be too much of a normal thing to do. and right now, you are anything but normal.ย
the contents of your cup end up on the girlโs shirt, your faux apology not fooling harry in the slightest.ย
when the girl runs away, all embarrassed, harry smirks knowingly.
โoh, someoneโs jealous then?โ he says. you scoff.
โin your dreams. this was obviously an accident.โ you roll your eyes at him. harryโs eyes darken.
โdid you just roll your eyes at me, sweetheart?โ
your pressed against the wall and you gasp when you feel his hands on your hips, digging into your flesh.
โharry, wha-,โย
โcoming over here and spilling a drink on a girl i spoke to for five minutes like a jealous little brat, hm? and then rolling your eyes when i call you out? you wanna get in trouble, donโt you, baby?โ
your thighs press together almost automatically.ย
the sink isnโt comfortable to bend over but itโll do.ย
harry is drilling into you, cock hard and veiny, dragging along your walls. heโs hard and reckless and your hair is wrapped around his hand, holding you up and staring at yourself while he fucks you.
โlook at you,โ he spits, โlook at this jealous useless whore, hm? scared iโll find another cunt to pump full, baby?โ he smirks wickedly and your pussy throbs around him, several whimpers escaping your throat.ย
โpl-please!โ you donโt even know what youโre begging for.
โshut the fuck up,โ his other arm is wrapped around your waist, pushing you even harder against himself. โiโm gonna show you what happens to misbehaved sluts like you, yeah?โย
he fucks into you once, twice, cock vibrating with his nearing climax, only to pull out and spin you around, pushing you onto your knees and finally climaxing all over your face.
โfuuuuck, look at all that cum on your pretty face, shit, thatโs so hot.โ harry squirts another wave of cum onto your face, mouth hanging open. he kind of got lost in how much he enjoys seeing you full of his cum and forgot all about his role of the mean dominant man. adorable.
but now youโre covered in his seed and your own orgasm has never been further away. and harry isnโt moving.
โtouch yourself.โ he commands, back in his element and your eyes widen, cum dripping from your chin down to your cleavage. harryโs spent cock twitches at the sight.ย
โwhat?โ you stare at him.
โyou heard me, darling. touch yourself. make yourself cum.โ
your hand moves down. you donโt even really know how or why. but harry is the puppet master and you do whatever he says. kind of aโฆ difficult situation if you think about it. not that you do. no, not when your fingers sink into your pussy, your legs spread and the cum slowly drying on your face.ย
harry watches you in awe, how your fingers pump into your cunt over and over, how your hips chase the feeling, how his cum looks on your fucked out face.ย
harry realises then he needs to make sure everyone knows youโre his.ย
he just doesnโt know how to bring it up.ย
โgo on, love. cum for me.โย
there it is - the harry lewis spell.ย
his words make you tumble over the edge, coming hard on your own fingers, his name like a prayer on your lips as you fuck yourself through it.ย
he helps you get up and cleans your fingers by sucking them into his mouth hungrily.ย
then, he leaves the bathroom first.
and after youโve cleaned yourself off his essence, you follow suit.
once again, no one knows a thing.
everyone knows harry hates driving.ย
but at one of the next sidemen shoots, he gets put in a duo with you and ends up driving.ย
the production crew drives ahead and you and harry are alone in the car.ย
he turns off the camera when you end up on a road in the middle of nowhere, the productions team car three cars ahead.ย
your mouth is on his cock as he drives, his hand in your hair.
โyeah, baby, take it all, come on, know you can.โ his head is leaning against the headrest, teeth sinking into his bottom teeth as you bop your head on his cock quickly.
your mouth is perfect around his cock, so fucking perfect. not as perfect as your pussy though.ย
โgonna make me cum, darling. wanna swallow it all, donโt you?โ he pushes your head down, concentrating on his surroundings to the best of his abilities all while thrusting up.
โtake it- f-fucking take it, ch-choke on it, y-yeah like thatโฆ. f-fuck!โ
after you swallow all of his load, you sit back up and turn the camera on again.ย
he parks the car at the side of the road thirty minutes later when a crazy thunderstorm breaks out. the production team is already far ahead and you are now on his lap in the driverโs seat, bouncing on his cock like a woman starved.ย
his head is in between your tits, sucking and licking on your skin while you fuck yourself on his cock at rapid speed.
โn-ngh, h-harryโs cock s-so big and go-good!โ you are back to being a pathetic little slut and harry loves every second of it. his hands are on your ass, squeezing it tightly, smacking it every few seconds.
โyeah, baby, bounce on my cock, what a good girl.โ he sucks your nipple into his mouth and you cry out, hands on his shoulders while you pick up the pace.ย
for whatever reason, harryโs cock is your actual perfect fit. dragging it along your walls, having it hit your sweet spot over and over, it feels like a dream. a perfect wet dream. your sounds are borderline pornographic and you wonder if maybe youโve chosen the wrong career. but then again, no one has ever made you sound like that. only harry.
โpl-please c-can i cum?!โ you cry out just as harry finishes a beautiful purple mark on your right tit.
โsuch a good slut asking for permission. yes, darling, cum for me.โย
and that you do. you cum and you squirt all over his lap, his groans growing more worked up as he notices.
โfuck, i love it when you squirt, my own personal dirty little whore, fuck.โ he grabs your waist with both hands now, holding you down as he fucks up into your, head thrown back. the wetness between your legs is absolute heaven. he fucks into you over and over, no control left whatsoever and finally climaxes, thick spurts of cum landing inside your spent pussy. you whine, nails digging into his shoulders, mouth hanging open and eyes are closed. he fucks you and him through your orgasms and you finally collapse on top of him, arms wrapped around his neck and head on his shoulder.ย
his hands caress your back softly.ย
your sweaty forehead leans against him, chest heaving. when you raise your head, your eyes and his meet.ย
and then he kisses you. not like he does before you fuck.ย
he has never kissed you after youโve fucked.ย
itโs sweet and soft and desperate and so telling.ย
You mentioned ukyt dubcon and I just have this thought of being so in love with Will youโd do absolutely anything for him and he takes pure advantage of that!
Im thinking he blindfolds you because โhe wants to try it outโ โitโll feel more intense petโ but really he wants to cheer up James after he had a break up so he decides heโll just let him fuck you instead
this is the most delicious fucking thing i think i've heard...
he secures the blindfold tight and even binds your wrists together so you can't reach out and grab for him, which makes your cunt throb a little but, but unbeknownst to you it's so you won't reach out and feel james instead of your usual boy....
and then and then!!!! once your secured and you feel the weight of a blunt cockhead poking at your entrance, fingertips tweaking your nipples, you notice something feels off, but then will is there murmuring in your ear "'s alright, pet, just take it, yeah?"
the angle is wrong, because will's voice shouldn't be there, and you whine a little - there's a deep hiss as you clench around the cock inside of you, and a hand comes to swipe at your cheek, a thumb dipping past your lips and onto the flat pad of your tongue, and it takes a little sweet, like hand cream, something you know will doesn't wear. something inside of you panics a little - then the thumb is trailing down, down your sternum and stomach and coming to flick at your clit; you moan, unabashed this time, and will is muttering "good girl" by your side, and, fuck, there's just this tightness coiling in your gut and it's not stopping the more the man on top of you fucks into you.
content: 18+! mentions of oral sex, penetration, creampies, breeding kinks, role play, fucking in public & creating homemade adult films ๐คญ
a/n: everyone, i see you in my asks asking for dom!willne and well iโm here to SERVE okay? you deserve it during this drought x
will the munch. a simple one to start off with. eats pussy like itโs his last meal or heโs been starved his whole life. it doesnโt help that he seems to be an absolute master of the art, knowing exactly how to make you feel good when he goes down on you for the umpteenth time. sometimes heโll even slip a finger or two in to create some more stimulation for you, causing you to become an absolute mess when you finally come, completely squirting all of his face.
will who loves when you ride him. he love love LOVEEES watching your facial expressions as you hop on his cock. from the way that your eyebrows furrow initially as you try and get comfortable with him inside of you to the way that your lips part and your cheeks flush as the heat of your blood rushes around your bodyโฆ itโs enough to make his own brain fuzzy. but he also loves the way that he can reach up to your throat, his grip tight as he chokes you. he loves the way you look down at him with wide eyes as he just holds his hand there, unmoving, as you whimperโ becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure and adrenaline youโre experiencing.
will who loves causing you to be loud. i think weโve already established that will loves when you ride him, not only does he love looking at you all fucked out on top of himโฆ but it gives him perfect access to your breasts. he loves slapping them as hard as he can, watching you gasp and writheโ maybe even stutter and break your rhythm whilst you ride him. but GOD, does he love pulling at your nipples. he loves when youโre rolling your hips as he toys with your tits, making them hard before pinching them, pulling them hard causing you to cry outโ maybe even make your eyes water a littleโฆ.
(can you see where this is going?) will who loves to see you cry. thereโs nothing hotter to will than seeing you cry because heโs making you feel so good that it brings you to tears. if anything, it makes him want to make you cry more. he loves the way your mascara gets ruined as he pushes himself so deep into you to a place that even yourself didnโt even know existed, making his ego a little bit larger at the same time.
but also will the cream pie addict. will loves fucking you in the ass to be straight to the point. like, heโs addicted to the way you cry into the pillow when it becomes too muchโฆ the way his cock just splits you open like itโs nothingโ it drives him crazy. he also loves the way that he can easily spank you if you misbehave, AND how his handprint can easily mark your cheek when he does so.
(DARKER THEMES, SKIP IF YOUโRE NOT INTO THIS!!!) this leads me to will and his breeding kink! to be frank, condoms do NOT exist in willโs world. desperately wants to be a father and will do anything to breed you at any chance he gets in bed. hence why he loves creampies so much! he loves the way that he can plug you full of his seed and then push it back into your tight little hole when it even dares to spill out. before muttering about how youโll be such a good mother for his child.
then thereโs will with a fullness kink. oh my god, this man is the epitome of โwhere thereโs a hole, thereโs a goalโ. heโll have you in a butt plug, riding a dildo as he deep throats you at the same time. he looooves the way you bounce on the dildo, your hands gripping so tightly into his waist to ground you whilst your cheeks are hollowed, gagging on his cock. if you stop riding the dildo however? heโll pull his cock from your mouth, giving you a slap on the cheek telling you not to stop riding it or he wonโt come in your mouth.
we all know how much will is in front of a camera, and i just have this feeling that he likes incorporating that into the bedroom. so, will and his homemade adult film-making addiction! he loves recording you guys fuck. youโll never understand why, but he loves how creative you can both get. itโs also the fact that if he is filming a video in another country or on something PR related, heโs easily got a little reminder of you and the way you look when youโre fucked out on his cock or fingers or even a toy!
however, more specifically he LOVES when you both do role-plays on film and off film. hence why heโs will the role player. he loves how the limits are endlessโ and definitely loves when he can be a police officer putting you in cuffs or something of that sortโฆ.. you gotta remember that he has got a lot of costumes from old videos that you can both use, after all!
oh and donโt forget will who does not mind a fuck in public. youโre looking hot at a get-together with your friends? heโll easily drag you into the pub toilets and absolutely ruin you in the cubicle with not shame. hell, he doesnโt even care if he leaves you dishevelled afterwards, if anything he loves the messy look on you. youโre wearing a dress that barely covers your ass or thighs? his hands will be all over those body parts whilst you sit snugly next to him. and he doesnโt even show any emotion when he feels the wet patch growing on your panties as it comes too much for you. what a cruel guy. <3
summary: you and will are driving home late at night after a road trip when the car suddenly breaks down. no cell signal, no one aroundโjust the two of you and a playful way to kill time.
warnings: mature (mdni), public (ish) sex, sex on a car (yes, on) slight degrading if you squint
wc: 4k
a/n: another long one but lord forgive me i cant not include every single detail im working on it. anyway hope you enjoy
tags: @orlaunderrated @willnees <3
youโd had the best weekโreally, one of those golden, heart-full kind of weeks that makes everything feel light. you visited your boyfriend, willโs, hometown for a few days, met his family who welcomed you like youโd always been part of the furniture, slept in willโs childhood bedroom, youtube memories from his early career still clinging to the walls, everything soaked in nostalgia.
it had all been amazingโexcept for the drive.
will, in all his confident, slightly-too-proud glory, had insisted that it would be fun to drive there and back. โroad trips are romanticโ heโd said, grinning, already mapping out the playlist. and, to be fair, the drive there was fine. better than fine. you left early, sunlight dripping through the windows, singing along to old songs, eating service station snacks, stopping once for a coffee break. you arrived mid-afternoon, the day still stretching ahead of you like a welcome mat.
the drive home, though. that was a different story.
you left lateโtoo late, really. will had wanted to squeeze every last minute out of the visit, and youโd agreed, thinking it would be fine. six hours back, home by midnight. youโd sleep in your own bed, wake up feeling fine.
wrong.
everything that could go wrong, did. first, traffic. thick, unmoving traffic that clung to the motorway like syrup. red brake lights in a sea of stillness. an accident ahead, apparently, but no updates. after an hour and a half of waiting, will made the executive decision: take the back roads. โquieterโ heโd said. โweโll save time.โ
you werenโt sure when exactly the sky had gone from dusky blue to full black, but now it was pitch dark, and the road you were on had no lightsโjust trees pressing in on both sides, tall and quiet and vaguely menacing. the radio had long given up trying to find signal, and your phones had followed suit: no service.
then, like a cruel joke, the car stuttered. once. twice. then nothing.
a soft, mechanical sigh, and silence.
you both sat there, blinking, waiting for it to come back to life. it didnโt.
so now here you are: seven hours into what was supposed to be a six-hour drive, still two hours from home, parked half on the grass shoulder of some barely paved country road that probably hasnโt seen another car in hours. thereโs no service, no light except for the stars and the dim interior car light. itโs quietโnot the peaceful kind, but the eerie, empty kind that makes you feel like youโve slipped off the edge of the map.
and itโs hot. hotter than you expected for a british summer night.
you glance over at will. heโs frowning at the steering wheel like he can will the car to work again with sheer frustration. you want to be madโyou are mad, a littleโbut mostly youโre just tired. the kind of tired that makes everything feel a bit unreal, like maybe youโll wake up in your bed after all and laugh about the dream where you broke down in the middle of nowhere.
but you donโt. youโre still here.
you both stepped out of the car, gasping for fresh air, hoping that the signal would be better outside โ it wasnโt.
he muttered something under his breathโsharp, clippedโbarely more than a growl as he jabbed at his phone screen. the glow lit up his face in the dark, highlighting the tight set of his jaw, the way his brows were drawn together in pure frustration.
โcome on, come on,โ he hissed, lifting the phone slightly in the air like an inch of altitude might magically summon a signal. his thumb hovered over the screen, thumbed the redial button again. nothing.
โfuckโs sake,โ he muttered, voice low but heated, pacing a tight little circle in the gravel just beside the car. โabsolute bullshit. middle of nowhere, twenty-first century, and thereโs still no bloody signal.โ
he turned the screen toward you like he needed you to see itโblank, empty bars, not even a flicker of a connection. you didnโt say anything. you just watched from where you were perched on the bonnet, arms folded across your chest, the air flowing through the thin fabric of your dress
he redialed again. held the phone up. squinted. nothing.
โfucking useless,โ he snapped, slamming the phone down on the roof of the car with more force than necessary. it clattered against the metal, the sound ringing too loud in the still air. he didnโt look at you right away, just dragged a hand down his face and exhaled hard through his nose.
you stayed quiet, the weight of the situation settling heavier with every minute that ticked by. he hated not being able to fix things, hated feeling helpless. you could see it in the way he stoodโtense, coiled energy barely held in check, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
โweโre not even that far from the next town,โ he muttered to himself. โten, maybe fifteen minutesโฆ if we could justโโ he stopped himself, teeth pressing into his bottom lip.
you knew he was trying. trying to keep his cool, trying to figure something out. but every option led to a dead end, and it was eating at him.
finally, he looked at you, eyes still stormy with frustration, but softer around the edges now. like he hated that you were caught in this too.
โiโm sorry,โ he said again, quieter this time. โiโve ruined it, iโm so sorryโ
you offered a small nod, the tiniest of smiles pulling at your lips.
โi know.โ
and still, the road stayed silent. no cars. no lights. just the two of you and the stubborn dark, pressing in from all sides.
he moved away from the bonnet, positioning himself between your legs like he belonged thereโbecause he did. his hands found your hips without hesitation, tugging you gently forward until you were right at the edge of the car, your knees parting instinctively to make room for him. his fingers gripped your waist, not tight, but firmโpossessive in that quiet, wordless way that made your breath hitch. he tilted your chin up with a single knuckle, and your eyes met his in the low light.
โhi,โ you murmured, barely above a whisper. your voice felt fragile in the night air.
he let out that quiet laugh of hisโthe one that puffed out through his nose more than his mouth, a soft huff laced with something fond. something dangerous.
โhi, gorgeous,โ he said, and he didnโt say it like it was just a greeting. he said it like it was a claim.
then he kissed youโslow, deep, and grounding. there was no rush, no hesitancy, just the heat of his mouth and the way his hands pressed a little harder into your hips like he was reminding you who you belonged to. it wasnโt just affectionโit was apology, promise, and possession all folded into one kiss that curled your toes and made your hands clutch at the front of his hoodie.
when he finally pulled back, his lips were pink and slightly swollen, eyes dark and unreadable.
โyou trying to pass time?โ you asked, voice lighter, teasing.
he smirked, and the grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly, pulling you forward so your thighs pressed snugly against him.
โi mean,โ he said, leaning in until his lips just brushed yours again, โwhy not?โ
his hands slid down, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, thumbs hooking into the hem of your dress as it inched slowly upward. your breath caught as cool air hit your thighs, his touch featherlight but deliberate. it was enough to make your skin prickle, nerves lighting up under his fingertips.
โwill,โ you whispered, breath shaky, โwe canโtโฆ not here. what if someone drives past?โ
he chuckled againโlow, amused, confidentโand nuzzled against your neck, lips trailing kisses that burned despite the cold. his voice vibrated against your skin, slow and smug.
โweโve been on this road for an hour, baby,โ he murmured, pausing to nip gently at the spot just below your jaw. โno cars. no people. just us. if someone drives past now, iโll be genuinely impressed.โ
his hand slipped further up your thigh, coaxing your legs a little wider, and his other hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face back so you were forced to look at him. his eyes were dark, pupils wide, and there was a glint there that made your stomach twist.
โcโmon, sweet,โ he said, voice low and coaxing but with an edge that brokered no argument. โletโs have a bit of fun. donโt let this week end on a miserable note.โ
his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, slow, deliberate.
โi know you want to,โ he added, tone darker now, like a challenge, like he already knew the answer. โyou gonna let me make it up to you?โ
you swallowed hard, your body already leaning into his, heart pounding like it was trying to escape your chest. your brain was screaming logic, but your body? your body was already his.
your hands moved up slowly, fingertips brushing against the back of his neck before sinking into the curls at the base of his skullโsoft, familiar. you tugged gently, guiding his face back to yours, your noses brushing for the briefest moment before your lips caught his.
you kissed him deeply, with the kind of urgency that only builds from silence, frustration, and too much time spent waiting. it was an answerโthe answerโwordless and certain, your fingers curling tighter into his hair as you pressed your mouth against his.
he exhaled hard through his nose, like heโd been holding his breath this whole time, and kissed you back with a roughness that made your stomach drop. his hand moved instantly, confidentlyโback to your waist, gripping hard enough to make you gasp.
โgood girl,โ he murmured against your mouth, voice low, laced with heat and satisfaction. his tone shiftedโno longer coaxing or playful, but in control now, like a switch had flipped. like now that he had permission, he wasnโt going to take his time.
you were both more than a little touch starved after spending the week at his childhood homeโcrammed together every night in his too-small single bed, limbs tangled, holding each other close but never daring to cross the line with his family just down the hall. the tension built quietly, simmering under shared glances and late-night whispers. you donโt know exactly when he decided he wanted to fuck you on the hood of his car, but when the engine gave out in the middle of nowhere, no signal, no lights but the starsโwell, it felt like the perfect moment. honestly, you both needed the release.
he adjusted his stance, stepping in tighter between your legs, then pushed you back slowly onto the bonnet, one firm hand guiding you down by your waist, the warm metal humming under your back.
his eyes dragged down your body, dark and deliberate. he hiked your skirt up, bunching it around your hips without hesitation, revealing your thin black thong, the lace barely covering anything. he let out a low sound in the back of his throatโhalf groan, half approval.
โfuck, look at you,โ he muttered, almost to himself, dragging two fingers along the waistband before tugging it to the side, exposing you completely.
the air hit you cold, but his fingers followed immediatelyโwarm and practiced, tracing over your slit before circling your clit with slow, measured pressure that made your legs twitch.
you whimpered softly, hips shifting instinctively toward his touch, and that made him smileโcrooked and dark and just a little cruel. โneedy already?โ he said, tone mocking but affectionate. โweโve barely started.โ
his fingers moved with more intent now, teasing circles around your clit before sliding lower, dipping between your folds, spreading your wetness deliberately. he watched your face as he pushed two fingers insideโslow, but deepโcurling them slightly to press against just the right spot.
you moaned, head falling back against the cool windshield behind you, the sound spilling into the still night like a secret.
he leaned over you, free hand braced on the bonnet beside your head, his breath hot against your throat as he began thrusting his fingers steadily, every movement deliberate.
โkeep your eyes on me,โ he said, voice low but firm, thumb brushing over your clit again as his fingers worked inside you. โi wanna see you fall apart.โ
you did as you were told. because it was will. and because when he looked at you like thatโlike you were the only thing that matteredโyou couldnโt imagine doing anything else.
his eyes never left yoursโdark, commanding, fixed on your face like he was memorising every little shift, every flutter of your lashes, every shaky breath you took. his fingers moved with purpose now, curling deep with each thrust, his thumb pressing in tight, perfect circles against your clit, dragging you closer to the edge with no intention of slowing down.
โthatโs it,โ he murmured, voice low and rough, his breath fanning hot across your cheek. โso fucking pretty like this. taking it so well for me.โ
your hips bucked involuntarily, legs trembling on either side of him. he didnโt let up. if anything, he doubled downโthrusting his fingers harder, pressing his thumb with just a little more pressure, knowing exactly what your body needed without you saying a word.
โyouโre so close, arenโt you?โ he said, his tone dark with satisfaction. โfeel you tightening around my fingers already. you gonna come for me, sweetheart?โ
your only answer was a broken gasp, your head falling back against the bonnet with a thud, mouth parted, eyes fluttering shut despite his earlier order.
he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear, voice like gravel and silk all at once.
โeyes on me. now.โ
your gaze snapped to his, wide, dazed, desperateโand that earned you a low groan of approval.
โgood girl.โ
his pace didnโt falter. slick sounds filled the quiet night, his hand working between your thighs, dragging every twitch, every moan, every helpless whimper from you like it was owed.
โlet go,โ he whispered. he pressed deep, curling his fingers again, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes โright on my fucking fingers.โ
your body seized, back arching against the bonnet, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto.
โthatโs itโcome for me. now.โ
and you did.
your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, white-hot and blinding, your mouth falling open around a soundless cry as your body shuddered beneath him. his fingers never stopped, coaxing you through it, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until you were twitching, breathless, legs shaking around his wrist.
he finally slowed, easing his fingers out gently, his touch soft now, careful. your eyes were glassy, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts as you tried to come back to yourself.
he smirked down at you, dragging his fingers through your slick once more, then raising them to his mouth, sucking one clean with a low hum of satisfaction.
โfuck, you taste good,โ he murmured, then leaned down to kiss youโslow, deep, possessiveโlike he hadnโt just ruined you against the hood of a broken-down car in the middle of nowhere.
his hands snaked behind your back, strong and unrelenting, gripping your waist as he pulled you upright from the bonnet. your legs were still a little shaky, your breath ragged, but he held you steady. his mouth was right at your ear when he spoke again, voice low and commanding.
โup now baby, turn around.โ
there was no hesitation.
you turned slowly and placed your palms flat against the still-warm surface of the car, bending at the waist. the metal beneath your fingertips vibrated faintly from the cooling engine, grounding you as you settled into position. your back arched instinctively, dress bunched up over your hips, lace thong still pulled aside, your skin completely exposed to the cold night air.
behind you, will let out a dark, appreciative hum.
โfuck, look at you,โ he muttered, more to himself than to you.
you heard the familiar soundโhis belt unfastening, the soft metal clink of it slipping through the loops. the shuffle of fabric as he pushed his jeans down just enough.
you tried to glance over your shoulder, needing to see him, but his hand found the back of your head before you could get a proper look. his fingers slid into your hair, wrapping around the strands near the base of your neck. he didnโt yank, didnโt pull, just guided your head back down, forcing your gaze forward.
โdonโt move,โ he said quietly. โeyes forward. you donโt get to watch. you get to feel.โ
his grip was firmโcontrolled, unshakableโthe kind of grip that sent a hot pulse straight through your core.
and then you felt him.
the slow press of his tip at your entrance, teasing just barely, dragging across your folds like he had all the time in the world. your body arched further in anticipation, needing him to stop playing, to take.
โyou feel so dirty right now, donโt you?โ he murmured, his tone dark and laced with smug satisfaction. he leaned over you, chest brushing against your back. โbent over the bonnet of my carโฆ ass in the airโฆ getting fucked in the middle of nowhere like itโs exactly where you belong.โ
you opened your mouth to speak, to protest, to agreeโbut you didnโt get the chance.
he thrust in hard, burying himself deep in a single, ruthless motion that stole the breath right out of your lungs.
you cried out, the sound caught between a moan and a gasp, echoing into the open air, swallowed by the wind. your hands braced against the bonnet as he pulled back and drove into you againโfast, relentless.
his grip tightened in your hair, keeping you still, keeping you his, and his other hand slid over your hip, holding you in place like you might try to escapeโthough you never would. not from this. not from him.
โso fucking tight,โ he growled, each word a punch of air against your ear. โlike your body knows who it belongs to.โ
he set a brutal rhythm, every thrust driving you forward slightly on the metal surface, his hips snapping against you with precision, with intent. and all you could do was take itโevery thrust, every word, every ounce of control he held over your body in that moment.
any fear, any flicker of anxiety about being so exposedโbent over a car in the open air, skin bare to the night, moaning into the windโwas long gone, driven out of you with every punishing thrust of his hips.
it didnโt matter anymore. not the road. not the silence. not the risk.
whatever concern youโd had about someone driving past, about being caught like thisโblatantly, shamelessly hisโwas gone. burned away by the way he moved inside you, how he owned every inch of your body without apology.
his grip on your hip tightened, his other hand still buried in your hair, keeping you pinned in place as he thrust into you with relentless, bruising rhythm. the wet slap of skin against skin echoed in the night, shameless and loud, and stillโno one came. no cars. no headlights. just the two of you, lost in it.
you could feel it building againโheat curling low in your belly, your legs shaking, your moans coming quicker now, raw and breathless. he knew. of course he knew.
he leaned in over your back, his chest flush against you, his mouth finding your ear again.
โyou gonna come for me again, sweet girl?โ he murmured, voice strained now, rougher, breath catching just slightly on the edges. โgonna let me feel you lose it all over my cock?โ
you whimpered something between yes and please, your head nodding slightly under his grip.
โthatโs it,โ he growled, pace never faltering, driving you closer and closer to the edge. โdonโt hold back. i want every bit of it. make a mess on meโjust like that.โ
his fingers slipped down between your thighs again, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing tight, filthy circles as he kept thrusting into you, faster now, his own breathing sharp and uneven.
the pressure inside you snappedโyour orgasm crashing through you in waves, your body going rigid beneath him before it trembled uncontrollably. you cried out into the night, your voice broken and raw, every nerve alight, clenching around him so hard it dragged a deep, guttural moan from his chest.
โfuckโโ he bit out, hips stuttering for the first time. โfuck, babyโjust like that. god, you feel soโโ
he didnโt finish the sentence. didnโt need to.
he spilled into you moments later, his grip bruising on your ass, forehead resting against the back of your neck as he rode out every last pulse of it, both of you breathless, spent, your bodies tangled in sweat and heat and satisfaction.
for a long moment, neither of you moved.
just the sound of your breathing, the creak of cooling metal beneath you, the stillness of the world beyond.
and then will finally let out a low, shaky breath, kissed the side of your shoulder, and murmured against your skin:
โwellโฆ if no one comes to fix this car, at least we found a decent way to kill the time.โ he chuckled, breath hitting your neck.
the air was still heavy, warm with the lingering haze of what had just happened. will rested against your back for another moment, one hand smoothing gently over your hip now, his earlier dominance softened into something quieter, more tender. he pressed a kiss to your shoulderโslow and groundingโbefore pulling back.
โyou alright?โ he murmured, breath ghosting over your skin.
you nodded, still half-draped over the bonnet, your legs shaky but your body loose, boneless. satisfied.
โmhm,โ you managed, eyes fluttering shut for a second. โi donโt think iโll ever look at your car the same way again.โ
he laughedโlow, breathy, real. the kind that warmed your chest.
โgood,โ he said. โwas hoping to leave an impression.โ
he stepped back, tucking himself in, buckling his belt with quick movements, and then reached for you, helping you up with a gentle pull. your legs wobbled slightly when you stood, and he caught you easily, his hands finding your waist like second nature.
โsteady,โ he smirked. โmightโve overdone it a little.โ
you gave him a tired, teasing glare as you tugged your skirt back down, smoothing it out with half-hearted swipes. your hair was a mess, your lips kiss-swollen, your thighs stickyโbut none of it mattered. not right now.
will turned to grab his hoodie from the front seat, offering it to you wordlessly. you took it, pulling it over your head, drowning in the scent of him.
just as he was leaning against the car again, pulling out his phone out of sheer habit, he froze.
โno fucking way,โ he muttered, staring down at the screen.
you blinked at him. โwhat?โ
he turned the phone toward you.
one bar. not much. but it was something.
you both stared at it like it might disappear again, holding your breath.
he quickly hit redial. the phone rang. once, twiceโthen clicked.
โyes! hiโyeah, weโve broken down, no signal until just now. yeahโyeah, weโre fine. justโฆ need someone to come out. soon as possible.โ
you smiled to yourself as he gave the details of your whereabouts, voice calm and clipped now, all business. his free hand found yours, fingers lacing together like they always didโeasily, naturally.
when he hung up, he looked over at you, brow raised.
โhelpโs on the way. about thirty minutes, they said.โ
you leaned into his side, your head resting against his shoulder.
aftercare with chris is deeply affectionate but never overbearing. he teases you all the time, but the second youโre spent and soft beneath him, heโs gentle. kisses your forehead, grabs a warm towel, murmurs things like โyou good, baby?โ while rubbing circles on your hip. heโll pull you onto his chest and stroke your back until you fall asleep. if you ever need reassurance, heโs already giving itโquiet, real, and constant.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโs)
on you: your neck. heโs obsessed. always leaving kisses there, always dragging his teeth gently over your skin like he wants to mark you. he lives for the way you shiver when he breathes against it.
on himself: his hands. he knows what they do to you. watches you go wide-eyed when he flexes them, rests one on your thigh and smirks when you press closer. theyโre strong, sure, and he knows how to use them.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
chris is messy. unashamedly, deliciously messy. he likes seeing it -dripping from your thighs, smeared on your stomach, catching on your lips. itโs visual, itโs his, and heโs lowkey obsessed with the aftermath. his favorite? pulling out last second and finishing all over you while panting, then leaning down with a smug, โlook at that. so fuckinโ hot.โ but heโll clean you up after, whispering sweet nothings while he does.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he secretly wants you to dominate him - just once. not full-time, not all the time. but enough to flip the script. pin him down. make him wait. tease him until heโs whining your name and twitching under your touch. he gets off on the idea of losing control, of being at your mercy while you take what you want. itโs buried under all that confidence, but itโs there. and itโs loud.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโre doing?)
chris knows what heโs doing. he's been around. but he's careful with that confidenceโnever cocky, just capable. he reads your body like a language and gets better every time. every sound you make, every time you clench around himโhe takes notes. fast learner, deeply focused.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
doggy. he loves the view, the way he can grip your hips, pull you back into him, go deep and rough while you moan into the pillow. heโs obsessed with watching you arch your back, with the way your breath catches every time he changes the angle. that sound you make when he grabs your waist? he lives for it.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he can be. especially in the buildup. teasing comments, cheeky grins, maybe a โyou look desperate already, babeโ with a wink. but when things get hot? heโs locked in. voice drops, eyes darken, and all the playfulness turns to focus. he knows when to stop joking and start ruining you.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
well-groomed. keeps things tidy. likes a little hair but nothing wild. same with youโhe doesnโt care what you do with yours, as long as heโs invited to be between your thighs regardless.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
when heโs in love? heโs so intimate. keeps your face close to his, says your name like itโs a prayer, whispers soft praise into your skin. even when itโs rough, thereโs a tenderness underneath. he wants to be close to you. always. itโs not just about the highโitโs about you.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he does itโespecially when he's away or you're teasing him too hard. heโs visual, uses vids or your photos (the private ones you send at 1am when you miss him). he groans your name when he finishes. then immediately texts you something filthy and needy.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
heโs into teasing, praise, a little control play. loves when you need him. when you whimper, beg, pull at his shirt. also into mutual masturbationโwatching you get off while he does is a scene for him. lowkey has a thing for lingerie and seeing you in his hoodie with nothing underneath.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
the bedroom is ideal, but chris gets ideas. heโs done it in the backseat of a car, a quiet stairwell, even once in the dressing room of a store. he loves the risk. the thrill. especially when you wear a skirt and give him that look.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
your voice. your laugh. the way you bite your lip or roll your eyes at him. any outfit that hugs your waist. you sitting in his lap and acting like itโs innocent. he gets worked up so easily, especially if you act like youโre not trying to.
n = no (something they wouldnโt do, turn offs)
he wonโt do anything degrading or that makes you uncomfortable. hard no to anything involving pain beyond light spanking or rough grip. if it crosses a line, heโs out. respect first, always.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
heโs obsessed with giving. obsessed. buries his face between your thighs like he was made for it. moans into you. grips your thighs. wonโt stop until youโre pulling his hair and crying his name. he likes receiving too, but giving? thatโs his religion.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he can go slow and teasing or rough and fast depending on the mood. either way, he keeps it steady and deep. he likes dragging it out, watching you squirm, then flipping the switch when you beg.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
absolutely down. especially if youโre in public and whisper something filthy in his ear. he gets hard instantly. fast and messy in the bathroom or car, hand over your mouth, whispering, โquiet, baby, or theyโll hear.โ
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he likes taking risks. semi-public, toys, mirror play, blindfolds - heโll try most things once. if you bring up a fantasy? heโll listen, then make it happen. no shame, just curiosity and confidence.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he can go for multiple rounds, especially if you keep teasing him. one round? not likely. two? standard. three? depends how badly he wants to prove himself (spoiler: itโs often).
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
yes and yes. loves using toys on you - vibrators, plugs, handcuffs. he gets off on making you fall apart. also into remote-control toys in public. the little remote stays in his pocket, and the smirk never leaves his face.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
very. teases you until youโre begging. will edge you for fun just to see how long you can take it. says things like โnot yet, darlingโ while youโre whining under him.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
low groans, deep moans, breathy curses. he talks a lot - dirty, praise, commands. growls, โjust like that, baby,โ and โfuck, you feel so good.โ gets louder the closer he gets.
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
heโs filmed you before. not to share. never that. but just once, on his phone, with your permission - grainy footage of you riding him, his hand gripping your hip, both of you moaning like itโs your last night on earth. he watches it when he misses you. or when he needs to feel you.
x = x-ray (letโs see whatโs going on under those clothes)
heโs thick. above average length, but itโs the girth that ruins you. curved just right. when he pushes in, you feel every inch. leaves you sore, satisfied, and thinking about it for days.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
very high. he thinks about sex a lot. especially when youโre around. heโs always touching you, kissing your neck, running a hand down your back like heโs deciding whether to be good or ruin your night.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he doesnโt fall asleep right away. holds you close, murmurs sleepy compliments, traces your skin with his fingers. eventually crashes, but not before making sure youโre warm, clean, and tucked in against him.
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harry is chaotic until the very end, but the second youโre spent, heโs all softness. runs his hand up and down your spine, murmurs, โyou good, love?โ and presses messy kisses to your shoulder. heโs not always the most organized, but heโll grab you water, throw you one of his hoodies, and cuddle you like youโre his entire world.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโs)
on you: your tits. heโs obsessed. will bury his face in them, kiss them for no reason, hold them in his hands like theyโre custom-made. theyโre his emotional support system.
on himself: his arms. he doesnโt say it, but he likes the way you react when he flexes or lifts you effortlessly. he pretends not to notice. he notices.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
harry is a mess. he likes cumming on you, in you, over you - anywhere. he finds it so hot, so primal. always groans, โfuck, look at you,โ like youโre the most unreal thing heโs ever seen. might slap your thigh and mutter, โtook it so good for me,โ with a breathless grin.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
heโs lowkey into being filmed. not for posting - just private stuff. the idea of watching you ride him on his phone? it ruins him. heโs thought about asking, probably has the camera set up โjust in case,โ but heโs waiting for the right moment.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโre doing?)
heโs not always smooth, but he knows how to make you feel good. heโs more instinctive than calculated - he learns what works by doing, and heโs got a very responsive partner radar. might make a joke mid-session but then knock the air out of your lungs five seconds later.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
prone bone. flat on your stomach, hips raised just enough, his body draped over yours. he loves the weight of it, the closeness, the way you whimper when he grinds in deep. itโs intimate, itโs filthy, itโs his. heโll kiss your neck and murmur, โyouโre mine, yeah?โ while fucking you slow and deep.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
heโs so goofy sometimes. canโt help but crack a joke, especially if something slips or a noise is weird. but when heโs close? voice gets low, hands tighten, the whole mood shifts. heโs fun - but when itโs serious, he delivers.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
trims for hygiene, but nothing fancy. heโs chill about it. same goes for you - heโs into whatever, as long as he can get his face down there.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
harryโs secretly a romantic. heโll kiss you everywhere, hold your face while he moves inside you, whisper your name like itโs sacred. even when heโs rough, thereโs something soft in how he touches you - like he means every second.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
yep. often. and shamelessly. sometimes even after youโve left the room. uses his imagination or your pics if heโs feeling needy. always groans your name when he finishes, then texts you something horny five minutes later like nothing happened.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
hair pulling. oral fixation. loves watching your face while he wrecks you. a bit of a size kink - he likes how small you are under him. also: spanking. not too rough, but he likes the sound and the way you gasp.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
bedroom is the default, but heโs down anywhere. sofa, car, hotel bathroom. loves the idea of someone almost hearing you. once had a fantasy about doing it in the changing room of a sports store.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
you biting your lip. you teasing him. you calling him โgood boyโ with that tone. if you ever wear his boxers or a crop top? game over. heโs rock hard and ready in seconds.
n = no (something they wouldnโt do, turn offs)
anything mean-spirited. no degradation, no cruelty. heโs filthy, not harsh. also not into anything too clinical - he likes it raw and real.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
heโs obsessed with giving. will stay between your legs until youโre shaking, then smirk like heโs proud of himself. getting his dick sucked? yeah, he loves it. especially when youโre looking up at him, eyes glassy, his hand in your hair.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
usually fast and hard. wants to hear skin slapping, you moaning, the bed creaking. but he can go slow - if heโs feeling emotional or if you ask. and when he does? heโs surprisingly tender.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
absolutely down. always horny. the kind to grab your wrist and drag you into the nearest room if you so much as look at him a certain way. his favorite? bent over the bathroom counter, hand over your mouth.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yup. always open to trying something once. loves new toys, new positions, new places. might pretend to be chill about it, but secretly loves when you ask him to try something bold.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
can go at least two or three rounds if you let him. might not last long the first time if you wind him up, but he bounces back quick. stamina king with a hunger to match.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
yep. loves using toys on you. vibrators, plugs, handcuffs - he gets off on seeing you overstimulated and twitching. will 100% hold a vibe to your clit while whispering, โbe good for me, yeah?โ
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
ruthless. especially when he knows youโre close. heโll pull back just to hear you whine. will pause inside you just to smirk and ask, โyou want it that bad, huh?โ
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
very vocal. moans, curses, praises you like youโre the hottest thing alive. says your name like itโs his favorite song. when heโs close? all breathy gasps and a desperate, โfuck, baby- gonna cum.โ
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
once came just from you grinding on him fully clothed. you didnโt even realize until he groaned into your neck and went red. he never lived it down. you still tease him. he still lets you.
x = x-ray (letโs see whatโs going on under those clothes)
lengthy and curved slightly upward. not overly thick, but enough to stretch you perfectly. pretty dick. veiny. he loves when you praise it.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
stupidly high. heโs down almost 24/7. will wake you up hard. will grab your waist in the kitchen. everything you do makes him want you.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he talks a bit after. cuddles you. might scroll his phone for a bit with one arm around you. eventually passes out mid-sentence, face smushed against your chest, completely blissed out.
summary : in which you do the โi cant help pay the bills trendโ on your boyfriend, chris
a/n : sorry for there not being the inside part3, idk when itโll be out because i have so many little one shot ideas rn but yeah! also og idea goes to @georgeclarkeys thank you for letting me use your idea!๐ซถ๐ผ this is quite short but i hope itโs okay x
content : established relationship ,, innuendos & chris being dirty
โโโโโโโ THE SOUND OF the tv played throughout the apartment as you shared the sofa space with Arthur Hill. George was currently out on a date with someone and Chris was doing some sort of content filming in his room, so you gave him the space he needed and yourself in the living room.
Some crappy soap was playing, neither of you paying attention to it as you were both scrolling on your phones.
Your doomscrolling came to an intriguing end as Faithโs tiktok video game up, one of her telling Ethan she couldnโt contribute to the bills for the month, resulting in him just kind of blankly staring at her and laughing.
You turned your phone to Arthur, โWhat if I did this on Chris?โ
He chuckled and nodded, โPlease do it.โ
You smirked mischievously, standing up off the couch and shuffling towards Chrisโ room. Your fluffy sock-clad feet slipped along the wooden floor smoothly and you knocked.
โYeah?!โ
You started recording on your phone, making sure the flash was off and opened the door, โChris? I just need to talk to you about something.โ
โYeah, sure, lovely.โ He removed his headset so that it was resting around his neck and looked up at you with full interest.
โI just needed to tell you that I canโt help pay the bills this month.โ You muttered, playing the ashamed, bashful role incredibly well.
Chris blinked up at you with a blank look on his face, โUh โฆ what?โ
โThe bills. I donโt have enough money to put towards the bills, so Iโll just do it for next month instead.โ
He snorted, covering his mouth with his knuckles, โSorry, when have you ever helped pay the bills?โ
โWell โฆโ Shit. He was right. And that wasnโt because you were selfish and made him pay, no. It was because he was adamant that you didnโt need to spend a penny on the bills, not when he was already โrolling in itโ. His words, not yours. โI wanted to start.โ
โYeah, and Iโve already told you Iโm not letting you.โ Chris laughed, not taking this seriously at all.
โChris, itโs not funny.โ You suppressed your own laughter, โI canโt contribute any money.โ
This time, he actually cackled at your whiny voice, โYou have never paid the bills on this apartment in our entire relationship, why do you think I would suddenly care if you have no money to help contribute?โ
โI just thought Iโd tell you.โ You shrugged.
โOkay, well donโt.โ He sassed, โJust shush, yeah? I donโt expect youโโ
โChris!โ You gasped at his attitude, chuckling slightly.
โWhat?!โ His voice raised slightly in a playful manner, โWhat do you want me to do, bend you over my knee and spank you? Like, what?โ
โOkay, well now youโre being inappropriate.โ You huffed with fake dramatics, glancing down at your phone, making sure his face was in frame.
โYouโd like it though.โ Chris smirked, hands moving back to his headset, โCan I go back to editing this video now so that I can pay the bills so you donโt have to?โ
โYouโre too sassy.โ You grumbled, walking out and stopping the recording.
You skipped back over to the sofa and replayed the video to Arthur, who laughed at it and told you to post it, which you did, making sure to tag Chris.
comments:
chrismd.official ffs i shouldโve known
โณ willne itโs your own fault for not noticing the massive fucking phone in her hand. itโs bright blue lad.
โณ chrismd.official too distracted by her beautiful face x
โณ yourusername erghโฆ
user1 i love her sheโs so funnyโ ๏ธ
user2 HELP? THE SPANKING THING???
user3 itโs so obvious they get down and dirty, despite him being a tiny little man
โณ yourusername he does it on stilts
โณ chrismd.official itโs just not true though is it
โณ georgeclarkeey he has a little trampoline to help him get up on the bed, iโve seen it in their wardrobe
user4 iconic couple
user5 surprised he found someone shorter than him to be honest with you
โณ yourusername im pushing 6โ0
โณ arthurhill69 youโre 5โ3
user6 chrisโ search history a year ago: โhow to get the girl thatโs shorter than me, funnier than me and hotter than meโ
faithlouisak why do men always get so sexual with it๐๐
โณ yourusername menโ๏ธ
โณ behzinga ????
โณ chrismd.official what??
user7 โokay well dontโ gosh why is he part of the sassy man apocalypse
- will is a teasing kind of boyfriend, heโll either insult you or be your biggest fan.
โdo you like my dress, will?โ
โnoโฆโ
โwhat?โ
โjust kiddinโ darlinโ, you look beautiful.โ
- you are the one wearing the trousers in the relationship without a doubt.
- every weekend, if there is a formula one race you guys will watch it, and sometimes he will even take you to the races.
- youโre always working behind the camera when he films with james or mikey.
- aby and orla are literally your work sisters, youโll take the piss out the boys consistently with them.
- you and james consistently argue over who is actually in the relationship with will.
โhe hangs out with me all the time!โ
โjames, i literally sleep with him.โ
โy/n!โ
โitโs trueeee.โ
- you guys makes the dirtiest jokes consistently.
- there are a million inside jokes between the two of you that nobody ever understands.
- literally the sweetest when youโre on your period or ill, will do anything for you; will go out to the shop and buy you anything, will lay his hands on your stomach to ease the pain.
- heโs your hype man.
- your hands are always in his hair, if youโre out, youโll fix his hair: youโre just obsessed with his hair.
- he wants to spend every waking hour with you so before you finally move in together, he was spending every night at yours.
- if you go anywhere without him, he encourages you to wear something of his and he will DRENCH it in his aftershave.
โjeez will, this jumper reeks of you.โ
โas it should, pet.โ
- his hand will always be on your thigh, if youโre sat together he will place his hand there like itโs a muscle memory.
- will was never a romantic before he met you, but you forced him to watch romcoms which he now looks to as inspiration when he wants date ideas.
- you guys without fail with make one night a week to spend time with one another.
- heโs the kind of man to offer to carry all of your stuff and then complain about it afterwards.
โyour bag is so fuckin heavy.โ
โyou asked to hold it, will!โ
- he goes on runs with you all the time ๐
- he definitely has a polaroid of you and him in the back of his phone, which he proudly shows off in any conversation with anybody new.
- you guys share a playlist with one another, which mostly consists of jamesโ music and sam fender. (i love sam so much and i know will does too.)
- heโs your uber driver.
โwilllllllllโฆ.โ
โugh fine, iโll give you a lift.โ
IN ARGUMENTSโฆ
- you both match eachothers energy, if heโs shouting so are you, if you are calm so is he.
- you both are quite mature when it comes to arguing, itโs always for valid reasons, nothing silly.
โwill, you said youโd come and meet me but didnโt!โ
โi was busy, pet!โ
โwell you couldnโt said that, but you didnโt!โ
- you guys would probably end up going to sleep and forgetting about the argument by the morning.
- neither of you hold grudges after the fact.
- you end up making jokes out of it, like using what one said against the other person in a jokey style.
- he does petty things in arguments just to piss you off.
โwill! you put my cup on the fucking top shelf!โ
โi know, my love, itโs supposed to be there.โ
โno it isnโt, get it down.โ
โno. not until you say please.โ
โugh fuck off.โ
- if youโre giving him the silent treatment, heโll most DEFINITELY try and win you over by doing things that drive you crazy (sometimes sexual ๐).
NSFW!!โฆ
- this man is a whore for makeout sessions, the steamy kind.
- his grip on your hips never subsides, heโs obsessed with holding your hips.
- always wants you on top, cowgirl is a go to.
- very dominant but without meaning to be.
โtake your top off. now.โ
โdamn. okay.โ
โno, no, no. i didnโt mean to be harsh, pet.โ
- you always end up clawing his back up.
- will always end up making you laugh midway through sex.
โwill you canโt make me laugh when iโm about to ride you.โ
