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[ellclarkey]

i want to start writing does anyone have any requests or suggestions for my first fic (send it in my request thingy idk if it shows but the link is https://ellclarkey.tumblr.com/ask)

Interesting Doodles From Around The Web

i’ll write for : basically anyone in the UK youtube community

i’ll write: fluff, maybe smut and maybe angst (not sure how good i’ll be at that right yet…)

(with smut i will not be doing weird things like bestiality, incest and anything gross obv)

[ellclarkey]

all the motivation to write for him again came back once i seen this *hint hint*

[ellclarkey]

𝑷𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒏~smut

Arthur hill smut

warnings:dry humping,fingers in mouth, gagging on fingers,finishing in pants,dry humping while arthur plays piano,orgasm denial,very descriptive,ring kink ig.

omg this is like the most crazy thing i’ve written and i thought of it,it didn’t even get requested.

Your boyfriend was playing the piano, his long fingers moving fast with precision. You were sitting on the couch, thighs pressed together, your eyes locked on his ringed fingers. You walked over, panties already embarrassingly wet. You grabbed Arthur’s hand and took it off the piano.

“Hm?” he questioned. You didn’t answer instead, you sat on his lap, your face turned toward his. Arthur went to say something, but you didn’t let him—you pressed your lips against his.

You grab Arthur’s neck, pushing his head up to suck it. Arthur whimpers loudly, “Mmmph.” You rub his lips.

“Play your piano f’ me.”

Arthur looks confused, but he puts his digits on the piano, starting to play. That’s when you grind your hips against his mostly soft dick. He groans, stopping playing.

“Bad, keep going.”

He listens, hands trembling, as he plays. You grind down harder, feeling his dick grow beneath you.

He stumbles pressing the wrong keys, but doesn’t stop. He plays as you hump on him, going feral on top of himz He can barely control him self now.

His dick is leaking through his sweat pants and that mixed with the fluid coming out of your pussy makes his pants soaked.

You’re moaning now head thrown back,legs shakingon top of him. you’re pressing against his throbbing dick. His tip perfectly poking your clit.

“Fuck gonna cum baby.” He says barely able to play his piano now.Basically playing random keys.

“Finish the song, then you can cum.” You say brinking your own orgasm.

He plays his piano as you continue grinding on him. He’s rutting up against your clothed pussy.

“Can’t finish, gonna cum.”

you stop grinding on him letting him finish the song.His whole body is a haking due to his denied orgasm. He finishes it and immediately ruts up against you.

You grind on it harder than you were before you grab his ringed finger and put it in your mouth. Arthur shoving it down your throat causing you to gag. Him doing that brings you much closer to your orgasm. One more grind and you cum all over his sweatpants.

Arthur ruts against you whimpering. He cums with his head between your tits.

His sweatpants definitely needed a wash.

[ellclarkey]

the nickname pet makes me physically ill

[ellclarkey]

send smut requests for george clarke,willne, or arthur hill pretty please.

[ellclarkey]

genuine question.. does anyone actually enjoy abs content,personality and like how he acts in videos from other creators or do you just like the way he looks.?

I feel like i can ask this now that he’s getting hate

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Send requests!

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“I Can Be Needy,Way Too Damn Needy.”

George Clarke

Warnings:Unprotected sex, bit of degrading from both sides, oral M receiving, harsh language, flipped George, mentions of public sex, aggressive reader.

AN- Guess who’s BACKKK.😼

You’d always been needy, but you could usually contain it. Tonight, though, it was too much for you. You were out with George and a few of your friends, playing darts. George wore this sexy vest with a striped overshirt and long, baggy trousers,a casual fit, but for some reason, it was really doing something for you.

“Your go,” Arthur said, giving you a cocky look.

“Uh,oh, yeah.” You got up, your head completely out of the game, and just threw the dart without giving a fuck about your score.

George was up next, and he looked so focused,you could tell by his expression. When he went to aim, his arm tensed, the muscle straining under his shirt, and you could’ve moaned just from the sight.

When George sat down next to you he wrapped an arm around your waist, “Either you’re gonna have to take me to the bathroom and fuck me, or we have to go.” You whispered

George went red, really red.

“Darling, I—uh—can’t we just finish the game?”

“Please, Georgie…” That was the end of that conversation.

⸻

The moment you walked into your flat and the door shut behind you, you didn’t even let George take a breath. You shoved him back against the wall,hard enough that it rattled, your hands already in his shirt, yanking it open.

“Jesus.” he gasped, but you were already kissing him, messy and hungry, like you’d been starving all night.

“You don’t get it,” you muttered against his mouth, fingers slipping under his vest to drag your nails slowly down his stomach, “I’ve been losing my mind. You looked too good. You do that shit on purpose.”

You grabbed his belt, before he could respond,tugging him forward by it. “Bedroom. Now.”

He barely had time to stumble before you pushed him again, leading him toward the hallway.

As soon as you reached the bedroom door, you turned him around and kissed down his neck, slow at first, then biting hard. His knees almost buckled.

You smirked against his skin.

“Oh, you like that?”

Your hands slid down, palming him through his trousers, and the noise he made half choke, half moan went straight between your legs.

“Take em off,” you ordered.

He smirked

“George.” You looked him dead in the eye. “If you don’t take them off in the next five seconds, I’m tearing them open with my teeth.”

That did it. He fumbled with the button instantly, practically tripping over himself to get them down. You pushed him onto the edge of the bed and climbed into his lap, grinding down with zero shame, clingy and desperate and using him.

He groaned, gripping your hips. “Fuck, love”

“Touch me,” you demanded. “Everywhere.”

He did, hands sliding under your clothes, squeezing, grabbing, pulling you closer. Your breath came out as you rocked against him harder, nails digging into his shoulders.

You pushed him flat on the mattress, crawling up his body like he was a ladder.

“Let me show you,” you whispered, lips brushing his, “exactly how crazy you make me.”

You slid down between his legs, pressing your palm firmly against the thick outline in his boxers, feeling him twitch beneath your touch. George’s breath hitched, his hips lifting helplessly toward you.

“Shit…” he whispered, voice already breaking.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband and dragged his boxers down slowly, you watched the way his stomach tensed as his cock sprang free ,red, hard, and already leaking for you.

You wrapped your hand around him and he groaned, head falling back against the mattress. You stroked him lazily at first, letting him feel how shaky you were.

“Spread your legs,” you said softly.

He obeyed instantly, thighs parting for you in a way that made your stomach twist with want. You positioned yourself between them and leaned in, kissing just above the base of his cock before trailing your mouth up the length of him.

George let out a strangled noise, hips jerking up.

You finally took him into your mouth slow, deep, all the way until he hit the back of your throat. George choked on a gasp, one hand flying to your hair but not pulling, just holding, desperate.

“Fuck—oh my god—”

You bobbed your head, your hand stroking the part you couldn’t reach, saliva slicking everything as you got messier, hungrier, letting him feel exactly how needy you’d been all night.

Every sound he made went straight to your core.

When you pulled off with a wet pop, he was panting like he’d run a marathon, chest heaving.

“Need you now.” You said barely able to speak

George’s breath caught a tiny, broken sound.

“Yeah? You need me that bad?”

You smirked, lips ghosting his jaw as your fingers wrapped around him again, giving one slow, possessive stroke.

“Baby,” you whispered, voice low, “I’ve needed you since the second you picked up that fucking dart.”

He smirked and you sank down onto him in one long, slow slide, his hands flying to your hips, grip desperate.

“mm so tight,” he gasped, voice cracking.

Your head went back slow, and you groaned satisfied. You rolled your hips once, letting him feel every inch of how tight and needy you were.

His eyes fluttered shut.

You lifted your hips and dropped back down harder, and the sound he made was borderline pornographic.

Your pace built fast ,grinding down, snapping up, riding him like you’d been holding yourself back for hours. His hands slid to your waist, then up your sides, then back to your hips like he couldn’t decide where to hold you because he wanted everything.

You grabbed his face with both your hands .

And he whimpered, actually whimpered, and that just made you ride him harder, your thighs burning, your body slamming down onto his with purpose.

“You feel too good,” he choked out, voice ruined. “I can’t, I can’t think of anything but you.”

“Good,” you whispered, leaning down until your forehead rested against his. “Don’t think. Just let me use you.”

His hips thrust up meeting your movements, because he knew you were tired.

Your nails dug into his chest as you grinded down, rocking in a rhythm that made your breath break apart.

“George—” you gasped, your voice cracking as heat built low in your stomach, “I’m—don’t stop—”

His hands shot to your ass, pulling you down on him harder, deeper.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he begged, breath hot against your neck, “want you to fall apart on me—please—”

You gasped his name again, louder this time.

Your body tightened, your hips stuttered.

Your climax and that dragged a moan from deep in your chest as you held on to him, shaking, grinding through it as he held you.

George was right behind you.

You felt it in the way his whole body tensed under you.

“Fuck—fuck—love, I’m—”

“Come in me,” you whispered against his ear, still riding him through the aftershocks.

He groaned your name like it ripped out of him and pulled you down hard onto him as he spilled deep, shaking under you, holding you tight as he came.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathless, bodies still twitching from the aftershock.

His hands slid weakly up your back.

“…holy fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

You smirked against his skin.

“I told you I needed you.”

[ellclarkey]

why is every ukyt writing about ab 💔

[ellclarkey]

𝘽𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙥 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

George Clarke Smut

Warnings(Unprotected sex,harsh language, caging kink, Dom!George, meanish George,fingering kinda?? Mean George. )

Please request ,requests are running DRY💔😔

#bringbackGeorgefics where the helly have they gone??

Request: “sorry if this is soo vague but like clarkey bicep smut!! like us biting them, squeezing them, him using them to turn us on, him putting them around us!!! 😛😛”

You were sprawled on the couch beside your boyfriend, George. He was still in his tight athletic shirt from the gym, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the way his arms strained against the fabric. Every subtle movement, every casual flex, sent heat curling low in your stomach.

He knew you were staring,his smug little grin gave him away. Every time your gaze dipped down, he found some excuse to show off raking a hand through his hair, scratching his jaw, stretching just enough to make the veins stand out in his forearms. Each teasing display only wound you father,causing you to press your thighs together searching for the smallest bit of relief.

Finally, you shifted closer, gripping his arm and guiding it to your mouth before sinking your teeth lightly into the hard bulge of his bicep.

George’s laugh came out low and rough, shaky from the bite. “What are you doing?” he huffed, though his tone sounded more aroused than irritated.

You smirked against his skin, dragging your lips slowly across the firm curve before biting down again. His arm twitched under your mouth, flexing instinctively like he couldn’t stop himself. He groaned, his free hand sliding onto your thigh. Then between the two of them. You clung tighter to his arm, grinding your thighs together against his palm. His bicep bulged in your grip as he flexed again, the thin fabric of his gym top straining with the motion.

“That gets you off, doesn’t it?” he teased, deliberately shifting so his bicep pressed into the side of your chest. “You get all worked up just from this.”

“Go on then,” he whispered against your jaw, flexing once more so you could feel every ounce of strength packed beneath his skin.Coaxing you to rub yourself on his hand.

So you did just that moving your hips without thinking, rutting against George’s hand even though he wasn’t doing a thing kust holding it there and letting you grind. The friction was messy, desperate, your breaths turning shallow as heat coiled tighter inside you. George smirked, then shifted, bracing his free arm beside your head to cage you in on one side. His bulging bicep pressed firmly against your temple, surrounding you in nothing but solid muscle.

“Look at you…” he whispered , voice low and heavy, his breath hot against your ear. “Grinding on my hand like that. Whining over my arms. You’re pathetic for it.”

You whimpered, nails digging into the arm you’d been biting, desperate to hold on as he flexed again forcing you to feel just how unyielding he was. The ache in your core grew unbearable, every drag of your hips against his palm pushing you closer to the edge.

He leaned in, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “Bet I could make you come without even touching you properly. Just my arms, and the simple palm of my hand and you’d lose it.”

The taunt broke you. You moaned, jerking harder against his hand as his low chuckle vibrated through his chest, sinking into your skin. George didn’t move, didn’t help he just let you hump against his palm like you were proving his point. Every shift of your hips sent friction sparking through you, your body wound tight around the steady strength of his arm.

“Pathetic,” he barked again, voice thick with condescension. But even as he said it, you couldn’t ignore the bulge straining against his shorts, proof that he wasn’t nearly as unaffected as he wanted you to believe.

Your lips curved in a shaky smirk against his arm. “Says the one who’s about to rip through his shorts,” you whispered, breathless. still moving your hips.

He just smirked and was undeniably flustered as he adjusted himself then went straight back to flexing the one arm trapped in your touch. His bicep swelled hard, forcing your lips apart in a shaky gasp as you bit down to keep from crying out.

Your thighs shook around his hand, the pace of your grinding stuttering, growing erratic. He angled his head closer, voice low and sharp in your ear.

“Go on, then. Come for me. Show me how bad you need it.”

The words pushed you over. Your whole body trembled as the heat snapped, pleasure crashing through you so hard you nearly sobbed against his arm. You clung desperately to him, nails raking down his skin, hips jerking helplessly over his hand as wave after wave of release pounded through you. George only smirked, holding you steady in his cage of muscle, letting you unravel against him.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his lips brushing the edge of your cheek as his bicep flexed one last time under your grip. “Came just from my arms, didn’t you? Knew you would.”

Your chest heaved, forehead pressed to the solid wall of him, still shuddering from the aftershocks. He tilted his head to look down at you, grin sharp and smug, and gave a slow squeeze of his arm like he was reminding you just what had undone you.

You pressed one last kiss to his arms lips lingering against it before you finally let go. With a shaky exhale, you let yourself fall back against the couch, your body sinking into the cushions, still radiating with aftershock.

George’s eyes followed you, that smug grin tugging at his mouth again. “Done already?” he teased, tilting his head as if he didn’t just ruin you.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, heat still thrumming through you. “Don’t act like you’re not dying to touch me,” you shot back.

His grin widened, a dangerous glint sparking in his eyes as he leaned closer, one hand braced on the cushion beside your head. “Careful,” he whispered, the warning low and gravelly as his eyes locked on yours. Before you could shoot back a reply, he leaned in, pressing his lips on yours.

The kiss was rough at first, because of all the teasing and restraint he’d been holding back. both his arms stayed braced around your head, flexing as he caged you in completely, your world narrowed to nothing but the weight of him above you and the heat of his mouth moving against yours.

You whimpered into the kiss, your fingers sliding up to clutch at his curls clinging to him like he was the only thing holding you steady. George groaned when he felt it, the sound vibrating through his chest as his tongue slid against yours, deepening the kiss until you were out of breath

His hips pressed harder into you, the thick length of him grinding against your soaked clothed pussy , and it made you gasp into his mouth. He smiled against your lips, smug even in the heat of it, but his breathing was uneven now, betraying just how badly he wanted more.

George wrapped his arms around your waist, his grip firm and possessive. “Gonna flip you, hm?” he asked, seeking permission with that low, teasing tone inn his voice. You nodded, heart hammering, and a sly grin spread across his face.

With ease, he hoisted you, flipping you around so your back pressed against his chest. His arms stayed around your waist, holding you effortlessly as he positioned you on the couch. The sudden motion made your ass perk, pressing perfectly into him, and you felt every inch of nim.

“You feel that?” he whispered into your ear, voice husky, breath hot against your skin. “How bsd i need you.”

You moaned softly, pressing back into him absentmindedly , hips brushing against his in a teasing, desperate rhythm. George chuckled low, tightening his hold on your waist as he groaned.

“Fuck” he whispered, nipping lightly at your neck.

Your fingers clawed at his arms, nails digging in as he held you pinned , biceps flexed, caging your head hard, chest pressed to your back. The combination of his strength and the arosoul radiating from him made your body jolt, craving more.

George’s hand dipped to your waistband, fingers curling around the fabric with a rough grip. With a slow shimmy, he slid your bottoms down, revealing your glistening soaked cunt. Your breath hitched and so did his. “Look at you.” he groweld voice low and rough, thumb brushing lightly over your slick folds. “All mine, already so ready for me.”

You whimpered, “please baby, fuck me. “

“Fuck you don’t even need to beg,” he said , voice rough and ragged.

He shifted, hips pressing into yours, and slid inside you with one long,deep thrust. Your back arched, nails digging into his arms as he held you pinned on the couch.

You whimpered, body trembling, clinging to him as he set a punishing rhythm. Leaving yoi breathless.

“Christ—” he groaned, pounding into you, “so fucking wet I’m sliding right in.”

Each thrust shoved you deeper into the couch, your hands clawing at the cushions for something to hold onto. “Nah don’t grab that. Grab me.” George whimpered out.

Desperate, you reached back, fingers digging into the thick meat of his arm as he pumped into you. The muscle jumped under your touch, flexing harder making you whimper against it.

He pulled out slow, dragging every inch through your walls you cried out at the loss of his cock and he kissed you before slamming back in harder. His pace started steady, rough, his cock stretching you with every stroke.

Each thrust shoved you further into the cushions, but you couldn’t get away. His forearm moved locked against your throat, his other arm still around your head, tugging your head back so you were arched beneath him. Your cries filled the room, muffled and raw.

You loudly moaned, your body trembling as his pace grew punishing. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his breath ragged in your ear.

His hand left your throat to grip your hip, dragging you back onto his cock with each thrust, doubling the force. The slap of skin filled the room, obscene and relentless.

“Arch more for me,” George demanded, slapping your ass. You did just that. He slammed in deep, the angle hitting something that made you sob. “There it is. That spot. You like that?”

You physically couldn’t speak you just nodded. Your moans were now choked, broken, your body trembling as he drove you straight into the edge again. Tears prickled in your eyes from the intensity, but he only leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear.

“Gonna make you come again.” it wasn’t a question at all.

His pace turned ruthless, slamming deep, sharp thrusts that had your nails clawing at him. The burn of overstimulation gave way to unbearable pleasure, and you shattered again, Your vision blurred as your body convulsed, a raw cry ripping from your throat. The orgasm hit hard, liquid spilling out in a sudden rush, soaking his stomach, his thighs, the couch beneath you. You breathed out heavy as you convulsed around his cock.

George groaned harshly, slamming deeper, chasing his own release. “Fuck you clamp down on me like that and I’m done for—” He buried himself to the base, grinding deep as his cock throbbed, filling you up again. His grip didn’t ease he held you in place, forcing you to take every drop until it spilled out around him.

Both of you were now a mess, bodies trembling from the intensity. George finally eased out of you with a low groan,you collapsed on the couch.

He leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to your temple. His hands, which had been bruising just minutes ago, were now featherlight as they smoothed over your hips.

“hey” he whispered, brushing damp hair out of your face. His voice was completely different now,gentle, almost shy. “You alright, love?” You nodded, still catching your breath. He smiled a little, kissing your cheek.

“You did so good for me,” He said shyly “And next time just ask about my arms i’ll always let you.” He gave you a cocky smile and laid down beside you.

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Send requests please👅

[ellclarkey]

𝙄𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

Arthur hill steamy fluff

Request: okay but just kissing all over arthur h's tattoos? defs would be his fave type of affection from you, other than actually kissing you ofc 🤗

AN: PLEASE REQUEST MORE ARTHUR HILL I LOVE HIM SM.

Warnings: Biting, sub!Arthur, steamy kissing and mentions of Arthur wanting more.

Arthur loved when you kissed him, especially over his tattoos, so this time when you two kissed, you got straight into it, it began with your mouths pressing together, tongues tangling until he was out of breath. Your found his neck, not hard, just enough pressure to hold him still as your lips left his mouth. You trailed down to his arm, starting with the broken heart tattoo, tracing it slowly before following the ink in a line, kissing each mark . “Fuck,” Arthur groaned, already undone by the small amount of pleasure from you sucking gently on his arm.

“That’s it stay still for me,” you murmured, your eyes flicking up to meet his as his head tipped back in pleasure but also holding back.

Your fingers curled around the hem of his vest, dragging it upward as your lips followed, kissing over every tattoo across his torso and lower stomach. You paused almost after every tattoo to look at him, letting him feel your eyes before moving on.

“Arms up,” you whispered.

And he lisend of course he did.

You took his vest off slowly, so slowly it was painful revealing the rest of his chest and stomach. Your hand spread across his relax tattoo, stretching the ink as your palm pressed firmly against him. You licked your lips, eyes flicking up to meet his, before lowering your head and pressing a wet kiss to the R.

Arthur’s chest rose and fell beneath you, his breathing uneven, every muscle flexed as though he was holding himself together by a thread.

By the time you reached the X he let out a shaky exhale, his hand twitching at his side like he wanted to touch you but didn’t dare.

“Mm” you hummed against his skin, letting your tongue trace the final curve of the tattoo before planting one more kiss in the center of his chest.

Arthur’s head fell back with a groan, voice low and wrecked. “You’re driving me insane.”

You retraced your path, sliding lower until you reached the tattoo located just above the waistband of his pants. Your tongue followed the line of it, slow and deliberate, before your teeth caught lightly against his skin.

arthur jolted, a shiver ripping through him as his hips gave a twitch. His breath stuttered, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

“Mm, sensitive there, huh?” you teased, letting your lips ghost over the mark again, softer this time.

His head tipped back against the pillow, knuckles white where he gripped the sheets. “You’re—” he cut himself off with a groan, “fucking cruel.”

He bucked his hips up, desperate, searching for more for anything.

“Uh uh,” you murmured with a sly smirk, brushing a kiss to his forehead. “No more. The tattoos are all done.”

And he was okay with that because he loved it the feeling of you kissing up his body

[ellclarkey]

𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚

George Clarke smut (and fluff if you deep it)

Warnings: oral F receiving, mentions of round 2,mentions of sex, cursing, Dom!George.

(This was from a bit ago just going through old requests.)

Request: I have an idea for a little spicy story. So George and the reader are in a relationship like long term they do normal mundane things all day then at bed time reader takes off her clothes and she’s wearing really hot lingerie and waiting for George. But not like waiting in a seductive way but just like laying in bed acting nonchalant. Then George pulls her by her legs to the end of the bed and goes down on her.

You and George were both sitting on the couch, watching a show as you wound down before bed. George pressed a light kiss to your forehead before grabbing the remote.

“Ready for bed, lovely?” he asked, not really giving you much of a choice since his finger was already hovering over the red power button.

You nodded, and he gently pulled you up, lacing his fingers through yours as you padded to the bedroom.

The moment you opened the door, George immediately went to get changed, tugging his shirt over his head. While he did that, you slipped off your tank top and shorts, revealing the black lace lingerie underneath.

As George shucked off his pants, you scrolled through your phone until he finally turned around, his gaze landing on you. His eyes swept you up and down in an instant, lingering, darkening.

His eyes lingered on you for what felt like an eternity before his hands wrapped around your ankles. Your phone slipped from your grasp as you looked up, but before you could say anything, George tugged you down to the edge of the bed where he was.

“What are you doing George?” You ask with a presented dull face.

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as his grip on your ankles tightened just slightly.

“Better question,” he murmured, eyes dragging slowly over the lace that hugged your body, “what are you doing, sitting here dressed like this, looking all pretty with no reason at all?”

“Didn’t think I needed a reason to wear underwear, George,” you shot back, keeping your cool even as heat pooled low in your stomach.

“Yeah? How ’bout I give you a reason then,” he countered, his voice rougher now.

Before you could react, he pulled you right to the very edge of the bed, your legs dangling over as he sank down onto his knees between them. His palms smoothed slowly up the length of your thighs, spreading them just enough, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as he looked up at you as if asking for permission.

You nodded, that was all it took. His hands slid higher, fingertips ghosting along the inside of your thighs, leaving goosebumps. Every brush was deliberate, slow, meant to make you restless.

“Thats it.”George murmured, his voice low, the praise rolling easily off his tongue as his thumbs pressed lightly against your skin, holding you open for him.

Your breath caught, pulse quickening, anticipation twisting tight in your stomach as his mouth hovered achingly close without closing the gap.

His hands kept you steady as he leaned in, tongue dragging slowly against the lace that still covered you. The fabric dulled the sensation, but not enough you still felt every deliberate stroke, the warmth of his breath seeping through, making you twitch beneath him.

You let out a sharp breath, your fingers instinctively curling in the sheets. He did a few more strokes of his tongue before your hips shifted involuntarily, chasing more, but the lace in the way made every brush maddening.

George chuckled lowly, pulling back just enough to glance up at you. “Impatient already?”

Before you could answer, his fingers hooked into the delicate fabric, tugging it gently to the side. The cool air hit your bare skin for a split second before his mouth replaced it, warm and deliberate.

The first slow drag of his tongue had your head tipping back, a shaky sound escaping your throat despite how hard you tried to hold it in.

George’s grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you open as he settled in, intent. “That’s better,” he muttered against you before diving back in. Your hips jolted the moment his tongue touched bare skin, no lace left to soften the sensation. George didn’t give you time to recover he flattened his tongue against you and dragged it slowly from the bottom up, savoring the way your thighs tensed beneath his grip.

A sharp gasp slipped from your lips, your hands flying to the sheets again, clutching hard. He only smirked against you, locking you in place with his palms as his tongue circled deliberately, dipping and stroking until your body was trembling with every slow pass.

“Already this wet for me?” he muttered between licks, his breath hot against you. “Knew there had to be a reason you wore this.”

Before you could respond, his lips wrapped around your most sensitive spot, sucking gently before rolling his tongue over it in firm, quick strokes. Your back arched instantly, a broken sound spilling from your throat, one of your hands flying down to tangle in his hair.

George groaned at the pull, the vibration sending sparks through you. His grip on your thighs tightened even more, keeping you pinned open while he worked you over with ruthless precision switching between slow, teasing drags and sudden, focused flicks that had your legs shaking over the edge of the bed.

“George—” you gasped, barely able to breathe, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach.

He only hummed in acknowledgment, doubling down, tongue stroking harder as though he was determined to drag every sound out of you.

Your back arched off the bed as the tension snapped, a sharp cry leaving your lips. Waves of release tore through you, your thighs clamping around his head, but George only groaned into you, holding you firmly in place as if he’d been waiting for this.

The sound of him, the relentless pace of his tongue even as you came undone, made it impossible to quiet yourself. You spilled over completely, shuddering, gasping his name unptil you collapsed back against the mattress, trembling from the heat of it all.

Only then did George finally ease, slowing his pace until he pressed one last lingering kiss against your sensitive skin before pulling back. His lips were glistening, his smirk absolutely shameless as he looked up at you.

“I think I could go for seconds,” he said, a wide smirk tugging at his lips.

You looked up at him, the deep look in his eyes told you everything you were in for a long, unforgettable night.

[ellclarkey]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ

Willne smut

warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, harsh language and actions, jealous sex.

This is probably the worst thing i’ve written but trying a new theme so yay. (Took an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to do even just this had to follow tutorials😔)

Request: 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖱𝖴𝖨𝖭𝖲 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 🥵🥵🥵

You’d met Will about a year ago at the Sidemen Charity Match after party, and the two of you had been friends ever since. Every time you were around each other, his eyes never seemed to leave you and when he got tipsy, neither did his hands. Then there were the little compliments he’d murmur in your ear: “You look lovely tonight,” he’d say casually as he passed you at an event, or “Trying to impress me?” when you showed up in an especially nice outfit.

It ruined you every time the low whisper of his voice, the light, deliberate touch that came with it. But you never thought it meant anything to Will. After all, the very next day he’d be out on a date with someone else. So you told yourself it was just a thing he did.

And sometimes, a thing you’d do back. Not as bold as him, but you’d slip into low cut tops and long, flattering skirts, hoping he’d notice hoping he’d finally give in. He never did. Eventually, you gave up on pursuing anything with him. Still, the teasing never stopped.

Tonight, though, you didn’t want to think of him. You wanted to get over this stupid, one-sided crush. So you put on a simple red dress nothing too dramatic, but flattering enough and left your house for the bar where Will and the rest of your friends were meeting.

When you arrived, you strode in with your hips swaying, greeting everyone warmly and pulling them into hugs. Everyone except Will. You skipped over him deliberately, letting your smile falter for just a second before moving on to the next person. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the flicker of his expression subtle, but enough. A crease between his brows, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Will didn’t like being left osut.

But you weren’t going to think about him tonight. You refused to.

At the bar, you slid onto a stool and ordered yourself a drink, tracing a fingertip idly along the rim of the glass once it arrived. A few minutes later, someone took the seat next to you. You turned, half expecting another one of your friends, but it wasn’t.

He was a stranger. Tall, sharp smile, dressed a little too well for the bar you were in. “Didn’t think I’d see someone like you here,” he said smoothly, offering a hand like you two had known each other longer than thirty seconds. “I’m matt.”

You shook his hand, amused by the confidence. “That’s a terrible line, “Matt””

He laughed, unbothered, his eyes dipping briefly to your dress before meeting yours again. “Maybe, but it got you smiling, didn’t it?”

You arched a brow, taking a slow sip of your drink. “We’ll see if you can keep it up.”

The conversation flowed easily after that light teasing, playful remarks, his attention fully on you. And it was nice, feeling wanted in a way that didn’t come with confusion or games. Still, even as you laughed at something he said, You couldn’t shake the heavy weight of someone’s gaze from across the room. You didn’t need to look to know it was him it was always him. Whether his eyes were fixed on you or the person beside you, you couldn’t tell, but the effect was the same the small talk with Matt slipped further and further from your mind. You weren’t really listening anymore. Not when Will was in the room.

And just like that as your brain couldn’t stop thinking of him a familiar warmth brushed your arm, low and firm. You startled slightly, turning just in time to see Will standing too close, his hand already curling around your wrist.

“Sorry, mate,” Will cut in smoothly, not sparing Matt more than a quick glance. His eyes were on you steady, unrelenting. “I need to steal her for a second.”

Matt chuckled awkwardly, giving a shrug like he didn’t mind, but you barely registered it before Will was already tugging you away, his grip sure and tihht . The crowd seemed to part naturally for him, like even the room knew better than to get in his way. And then you reached the destination a bathroom. “Couldn’t stand watching anymore,” he muttered. The door shut with a dull click, and suddenly it was just you and him, the faint hum of music muffled by the walls. The air felt heavier in here, charged, the silence more deafening than the party outside.

You opened your mouth, ready to demand what he thought he was doing, but the words caught in your throat when he pressed in closer, his body nearly brushing yours.

“Will—” you breathed, back meeting the cool edge of the siink

His hand slid from your wrist to your hip, fingers tightening possessively as if he’d been holding back all night. His other hand came up to the side of your face, thumb grazing your jaw, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, his voice low, rough around the edges.

Before you could reply, his mouth was on yours, hot and insistent. The kiss wasn’t careful it was desperate, all pent-up frustration spilling out at once. You felt yourself melt into him, his body pressing you harder against the counter, his hand sliding down to the curve of your thigh and tugging it up against his hip.

The faint thud of base outside reminded you that anyone could notice you were missing, but when his lips trailed down to your neck, all you could manage was a sharp inhale, your hands clutching at his shirt.

“Someone could walk in.” you whispered,

His lips brushed your ear, breath warm and taunting. “Then be quiet for me.”

You nodded barely, but it was there, and he was already at your neck, making you clutch at his collar. He lifted you up onto the sink and continued kissing. “Fuck, Will,” you breathed out. He pressed into you, and you could feel the hard line of him straining against your clothed pussy. “I need you here now,” he whispered.

You hummed as your fingers worked at his belt, finally tugging it loose. Will shoved his pants down just far enough, boxers with them, and his hard, leaking erection sprang free. All you could do was gasp. His hand slid to the hem of your dress, pushing it up before hooking a finger into your soaked panties and pulling them aside.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

“Mhm,” you breathed, bracing your hands on either side of his head, threading your fingers lazily through his hair.

He sank into you with one long, deliberate thrust, forcing your body to shift restlessly beneath him. The room filled with muffled moans, heavy and restrained, mingling between you both.

“Did it make you jealous, Will, how I was flirting with someone other than you?” you whispered against his ear, teasing as your teeth grazed the soft skin.

His hold on you shifted from firm to brutal, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d wear his fingerprints. Each thrust was merciless, driving into you with a rhythm that felt more like punishment than pleasure yet the heat pooling in your stomach betrayed you.

“Id be crazy if it didn’t make jealous. Did you think I’d just sit back while you bat your lashes at someone else?” he rasped, dragging his teeth over your jaw before nipping down hard enough to make you cry out. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Well, now you’ve got it.”

He yanked you closer, forcing your body to take every inch of him, every rough snap of his hips. His jealousy spiled through every movement, every sound he wrung out of you, until the only thing you could think of was him.

His hand dropped from your mouth, trailing down to grip the side of your throat, holding you just firmly enough to remind you of his control. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Go on then,” he growled, lips brushing hot against your ear. “Come for me. Show me who owns you.”

The command ripped through you, and your body gave in instantly, convulsing around him as you cried out his name, every ounce of restraint shattering. He watched you fall apart with a dark, hungry satisfaction, his own rhythm stuttering as your release dragged him to the edge.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, driving into you one last punishing time before spilling into you, pulling you tight against his chest as if to make sure you’d never slip away again.

His forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged. “Don’t ever make me that jealous again,” he muttered, still trembling with the force of it.

He pulled you off the sink “You were awfully loud if anyone heard us it’s your fault.” he Says leaning down to your level in a mocking tone.

[ellclarkey]

Don’t ignore me. (requested)

George Clarke Smut

warnings: Light angst, unprotected sex, SUB George, role switching at end, cursing, riding, make up sex(??) Barely any plot..

an: i’ve seen multiple writers write similar things very recently and I just wanted to say i’m not trying to copy them AT ALL I just got requested a similar thing.

You’d been “with” George all day, but it hardly counted. He’d been glued to his phone, fingers flying across the screen, or hunched over his laptop editing, fully locked in on work and unfortunately, not you.

By the time the sun was setting you were getting pissed.

“You know, I might as well not even be home” you said flatly, arms crossed.

George looked over turning from his pc, brows furrowing. “What? Lovely, don’t be like that. I’m just finishing this up.”

“Just finishing this up.” You repeated his words bitterly echoing him, stepping closer. “That’s all I’ve heard from you all day, George. And meanwhile, I’m sitting here wondering if you even notice me anymore.”

He turned away from the pc slowly, guilt flickering across his face. “Of course I notice you. I just I’ve got deadlines, I didn’t think—”

“That’s the problem.” You cut him off sharply, leaning down to grip his chin and force his eyes up to meet yours. “You didn’t think hm?”

His breath caught, lips parting as you slid onto his lap, straddling him without breaking eye contact. “So now,” you murmured, voice low and edged with warning, “you’re going to give me all that attention you’ve been wasting on your fucking phone.”

The way his hands gripped your hips told you he was already more than willing to obey.

You moved your hips slowly against him, teasing, sliding your hands from the top of his chest down to his v-line, spreading your fingers wide over the heat building beneath his jeans. His breath hitched, eyes locked on yours likehe was ready to listen to your every word.

Leaning in, you pressed your lips close to his, close enough for him to feel your breath. Before you let him kiss you, you curled your fingers under his chin, squeezing lightly so his lips puckered just the way you wanted.

“Such a pretty mouth,” you murmured, smirking. “Shame it’s been too busy running excuses instead of making me feel good.”

He let out a soft whimper against your grip, and that alone made your smirk deepen.

You finally pressed your lips to his, slow at first, just a drag of heat before your tongue slipped past his lips. Your hips rolled again, harder this time, and he groaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist like he couldn’t help himself.

Your hand then trailed lower, palming the hard outline straining against his jeans, pressing down firmly just to hear the way he gasped. “You like that hmm? so noisy for something you were ignoring.” You said deliberately mocking

“Wasn’t ignoring-fuck-“ He stuttered

He licked his lips, eyes dark as he bucked his hips up to meet your hand, chasing more of the friction.

Your other hand shot to his hip, pressing him back down firmly against the chair you were tightly squeezed together in. “Uh-uh,” you warned, gaze sharp. “Don’t move your hips unless I tell you to. You don’t get to take what you want from me. You wait until I give it.”

George let out a shaky breath, chest rising fast. “Fuck—sorry,” he muttered, though his hips twitched again like he couldn’t help himself.

Your nails dug lightly into his skin, like a punishment. He couldn’t help but laugh softly, eyes shining as he looked up at you. Seeing you like this sharp, commanding, in complete control sent a rush straight through him. Usually, he was the one calling the shots, holding you down, whispering what to do. But tonight, you were in power.

You slid off his lap with a smirk, grabbing his hand firmly. “Up.”

He followed without hesitation, breath catching as you guided him toward the bed. With one strong push to his chest, you had him sprawled out on his back against the sheets, his hair messy and eyes wide with anticipation.

“Stay,” you ordered, your voice low and firm, pinning him down without even touching him.

George shifted, restless under your gaze, his hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know where to put them. “Fuck, you’re—”

“Quiet,” you cut in smoothly, crawling up onto the bed, your body hovering over his. “You had all day to talk. Now you’re going to lie there, look pretty, and take what I give you.”

His lips parted, chest rising fast as he whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”

The way he melted into the mattress at your command had you grinning .

You climbed back onto his lap, straddling him with a slow roll of your hips that made him suck in a breath. You removed his pants whilst leaning down capturing his lips in a deep, deliberate kiss, letting it drag out as his hands finally found your waist. His touch tentative.

Your fingers slipped down between your bodies, hooking into the waistband of his boxers. You pulled them down inch by inch, taking your time just to watch the way his breath grew shakier with every second. When you freed him completely, your lips brushed his ear.

“Fuck, George…” you whispered, glancing down. “You’re so hard for me already.”

He groaned, hips twitching upward before he caught himself, remembering your warning. You smirked, stroking him slowly just to see the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes fluttered shut as he struggled not to move.

“That’s it,” you praised softly, kissing along his jaw. “Keeping still for me, even when I know you’re dying to move.”

“Please,” he breathed, voice rough, “I need you.”

You smiled wickedly, giving him another teasing squeeze. “Oh, you’ll get me. But only when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Your hand stroked him at a slow, maddening pace, just enough to make his hips twitch against the mattress. His breath came in ragged gasps, every muscle in his body taut as he tried to obey your earlier command not to buck up.

You leaned down, lips ghosting over his, your free hand pressing firmly into his chest to pin him down. “You’re holding back so well, love,” you murmured, your breath hot against his mouth. “But I can feel how bad you want it.”

He whimpered when your thumb swiped across his tip, his fingers tightening desperately around your waist. “Fuck—please, I can’t—”

You didn’t answer yoy just stared at him with a widening smirk across your face because he was so far gone.

His eyes flicked open, blown wide with need, his lips parted in a soft, helpless moan. You trailed kisses down his throat, nipping lightly as your hand pumped him a little quicker, just enough to make him whimper.

Then you stopped, letting him fall back against the sheets with a frustrated groan.

“Already falling apart?” you teased, brushing your lips against his ear. “I haven’t even really started with you yet.”

He let out a desperate laugh, shaking his head. “You’re fucking cruel.”

“Cruel?” you echoed, tilting your head. You gripped his jaw again, forcing his gaze back to yours. “No, baby. I’m just making sure you’ll appreciate me properly this time.”

“Fuck, I appreciate you so fucking much. Please, please.” He begged

You gave in. How could you not. How could you resist those big, pleading blue eyes?

You Took George’s hands, you guided him to help you pull off your shorts and underwear. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you sank down slowly, both of you gasping. The stretch had both of you moaning, your nails raking lightly across his chest as you took him deeper inch by inch. George’s head fell back against the pillow, his lips parting in a strangled groan as you finally seated yourself fully, his hands tightening around your hips like he was terrified you’d pull away.

“Fuck—you feel so go- so unreal,” he gasped, eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again to meet yours. “So fucking good.”

You rolled your hips slowly, making him feel every deliberate drag of your body against his. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising fast beneath your palms.

“You’re mine now. All fucking day you were too busy, and now—” you ground down harder, pulling a broken moan from him, “—you’re going to make it up to me.”

He whimpered, nodding quickly. “Yes—please, I’ll do anything.”

Your smirk deepened as you braced your hands on his chest and set a pace that had both of you gasping. His hips twitched beneath you, but he held himself down like you’d told him, his restraint only making you wetter.

“You’re doing so well hm? Bet you want to cum already.”

“Fuck—yeah—so bad—” His voice cracked as his hands gripped your waist tight, trembling with the effort to stay still.

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Not yet. You’ll hold it until I say so.”

He let out a strangled groan, nodding helplessly, his whole body straining as you rode him harder, the wet sounds between you filling the room. Your own moans grew sharper, your thighs trembling as the coil in your stomach wound tighter.

“That’s it,” you whispered against his mouth, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm. “Been waiting all day for you to actually look at me.”

His laugh was soft and breathless. “Fuck—I’m looking now. Can’t look anywhere else.” He said whilst he jerked his hips

You moaned when he shifted beneath you, pressing up deeper inside, and your rhythm faltered for just a second. He caught it, smirking through his panting. “Feel that, love? How good you’ve got me?”

You answered with a sharp grind of your hips that made him groan, his head falling back into the pillows. The sound had you clenching around him, and his grip on you tightened.

“Shit—don’t do that, I’m not gonna last if you—”

“You can last a bit longer for me.”you said trying to keep the dominance up but it was hard when you could barely speak.

Then he shifted his angle just right, hitting that spot that made you arch and see stars.

And the bit you wanted him to last was soon to come unfortunately.

“George—” you gasped, nails digging into his chest. “You’re gonna make me— fuck yes right there i’m gonna-

“Yeah?” he panted, his hand sliding down to circle your clit in time with his thrusts. “Right there? You gonna come for me?” He whispers

The coil inside you snapped tight, every muscle trembling as you clung to him. “Fuck—yes—George—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he urged, his own voice breaking as his rhythm stuttered. “Come for me, love,I’m right there with you.”

The orgasm crashed over you, white,hot and consuming, and you cried out his name, body arching as you clenched hard around him. That was all it took George groaned deep in his chest, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, holding you tight while he came undone.

The two of you stayed tangled, panting against each other, his lips brushing yours between shaky breaths.

“You’re impossible when in control,” he whispered with a weak laugh, kissing you softly, still breathless.

You smirked, brushing your lips over his. “Maybe. But I bet you’ll remember not to ignore me again.”

He chuckled, kissing you deeper this time, murmuring against your mouth, “Never.”

[ellclarkey]

Morning Ache (Short)

Requested

Warnings:Pure Smut, Unprotected sex, Morning sex, Light wake-up pleasure(??)

AN: not exactly what you requested butttt.

Early morning stirs in the room and George is awake and of course you’re not. You could sleep through anything. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, then another, his lips trailing lower, tasting more of your skin with each one. His hand slides over your waist, fingers splaying against your stomach before dipping lower, tugging the blanket down just enough.

“You’re so beautiful ” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck not expecting you to wake up. But you do surprisingly. You lightly stir as you feel the hard line of him already nudging against you. He kisses your shoulder again, lazy but deliberate, as if he’s got all the time in the world to wake you up the way he wants.

His lips find that spot beneath your ear, biting just enough to make your breath hitch.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and needy, “wake up for me…”

You give in with fake sleeping and you open your eyes, which are still heavy with sleep, and you let out a soft hum. “hmm…?”

He smiles against your skin, relief and want mixing in his expression. “There you are,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder again. He’s close too close the hard press of him against you impossible to ignore.

You shift back into him, and his breath catches, a quiet groan spilling from his chest. “Fuck, I’ve been laying here just thinking about you,” he admits, voice rough. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Your lips curve in a sleep filied grin as you glance back at him. “Yeah?”

He nods, eyes dark as he leans in to kiss you, slow and messy, like he’s been craving it all night. His hand slides over your hip, gripping a little tighter than usual as his hips roll forward, needy and unrestrained now that you’re awake.

“Fuck..” He breathes against your mouth, kissing you again, harder this time. “Been aching for you since the moment I opened my eyes.”

Your fingers lace over his at your waist, guiding him lower, and the sound he makes is half a groan, half a plea. “Please, lovely… I need you,” he whispers, desperate now, his forehead pressing to yours as if he’s barely holding himself back.

You bite your lip and nod opening your legs for him.

George’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your back as he slowly lifts it over your head. The cool morning air brushes against your bare skin, making every nerve spark alive.

He pauses just long enough to meet your eyes, searching for any hesitation. When all he sees is want, his lips brush yours again slow, lingering.

With shaky hands, he slides the waistband of your panties down, his touch gentle as he reveals your skin. You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hips press against you, his hard cock teasing your entrance, rubbing from top to bbottom. “Ready?” he murmurs, voice thick with need.

You nod, breathless. “Please.”

With that, he pushes inside, slow and warm, every inch a hungry stretch that pulls a moan from deep within you. He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands steady on your hips.

When he starts to move, your bodies find a rhythm slow, building,needy. His kisses trail down your neck, fingers clutching atyour sides.

“God, I love waking you up like this,” George murmurs, voice thick with lust.

“Mm, i love it too.” You whisper back sensually.

His hand then reaches down to rub your clit. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, matching the pace of his fingers.

You shudder, breath catching as the pleasure builds, your body loosening, melting under his touch.

“Fuck, gonna come, George,” you spur out, voice breathy and urgent.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, grounding you as the waves roll through you, your fingers tightening around his.

“Come for me, you got it. He whispers against your mouth, his voice rough with desire and encouragement.

Your body trembles, as the release crashes over you, warm and overwhelming. George stays with you, moving his hips slowly as you ride out the last ripples of pleasure

Then he reaches it himself letting himself go deep inside of you.

“Best morning ever.” He smiles slowly pulling out of you.

[ellclarkey]

Riding instructor.

(Requested.)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Publicish sex, cursing, Stranger consensual sex, riding.

an GUYS SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR AGES… I made this as long as possible as an apology.

You were sat in a booth at the back of yet another bar one of many you’d wandered into that night. Your friends were long gone, scattered across the room dancing with some guys that had caught their attention earlier in the night. Shots were being poured, bodies pressed close on the dancefloor, but none of it appealed for you at the momenbt because that’s all you’ve been doing for the past 4 hours.

You sipped your drink instead, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, just passing time, letting the low hum of music and chatter buzz around you.

Finally you looked up. And there it was the only thing remotely intriguing in the room.

A mechanical bull sat in the far corner, surrounded by padded flooring and a flimsy looking metal fence. It looked stupid, honestly. Ridiculous. Like something you’d never even pay attention to if you were sober.

But it was also the only thing that didn’t involve swiping or small talk.

You found yourself staring a little longer than expected. Watching a guy get thrown off it with dramatic speed His friends howling. Then the operator reset it. The bull stilled. And for the first time you looked at the operator although he was turned you could almost feel he was attractive. The style,the curls the faalling effortless on his mullet. Although you’ve never rode he was the only courage you needed to walk over there. So that’s exactly what you did you strut over luckily no one was riding the bull at the moment so you went straight up to the instructor “Still open?,” you said, voice smooth with alcohol-induced confidence.

The guy turned at the sound of your voice, and yep you were right. Attractive was an understatement. He had that annoyingly magnetic look about him. Tanned skin, blue eyes, a faint smirk already pulling at the corner of his mouth. And the hair looked even better close up.

“Yea we’re still open.” He says still looking down at his operating table. He turns for the first time facing you his eyes met yours and stayed there.

“You ever been on one of these?” he asked, tilting his chin toward the bull.

You smirked, shaking your head. “Not once.”

“Perfect,” he said, stepping aside to let you through the little gate. “Means you won’t know how bad it’s about to go.”

That earned a soft laugh from you. You kicked off your heels and climbed up, trying to look more confident than you felt.

“Name?” he asked, fingers already on the controls.

“Do you need it for the ride or is this just a way to flirt?” you teased, gripping the knob of the bull in front of you. But of course you still said your name.

He grinned without even think he says . “Both. And my names George.”

You bit back your own smile, bracing yourself as the bull gave a mechanical jerk under you.

“Ready?” he asked, eyes locked on you now.

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

And with that, the bull lurched into motion slow at first, like it was testing you. Like he was testing you. He stood at the controls, watching every movement, hand on the joystick like some kind of chaos conductor. The music faded into the background. All you could hear was the thud of your heartbeat and the low whirring of the machine.

You lasted longer than you thought you would. Maybe because you were laughing. Maybe because he slowed it down every time it looked like you were slipping. Maybe because he wanted you on it long.

You leaned forward slightly, still gripping the bull with both hands. “Going easy on me, are we?”

He bit back a smirk. “You’re the only customer,I figured I’d give you your money’s worth.” And then, without warning, he cranked it up.

The bull bucked violently and you were off the thing within seconds, landing on the mat with a surprised yelp and a laugh. You lay there for a second, your breath catching somewhere between amusement and embarrassment.

But he was already walking toward you, hand outstretched.

“You alright?” he asked, eyes sparkling under the dim bar lights.

“Yeah,” you breathed, letting him pull you up. His hand lingered around yours. Warm. Steady.

“How ’bout I turn it to automode,” he said, voice lower now, almost conspiratorial, “and give you some lessons?”

You raised a brow. “Lessons, huh?”

He shrugged, half grinning. “Only if you’d like.”

You laughed softly, brushing your hair from your face and nodded as he waked over to the controls and pressed the button making the bull start up.

“Here,” he murmured. “Let me help you up.”

You nod.

His grip was firmconfident but slow, letting his fingers rest just long enough to make you acutely aware of every point of contact. You climbed on, guided by his hands, your skin tingling where he touched you. Once you were seated again, he adjusted your posture slightly with both hands on your hips, tilting you forward.

“You’re sitting too stiff. You want to flow with it. Not brace against it.”

“Flow with it,” you repeated, trying not to sound breathless. “Right.”

He didn’t move away. In fact, if anything, he was closer now. Standing right beside the bull, one hand still lightly resting on your hip. The heat of it seeped through the thin fabric of your dress.

“is gonna start it slow at first.” He said quietly, eyes locked on yours. “But this time, I want you to lean into it. Trust your body. You’ll know what to do.”

You gave a small nod, lips parting just slightly. “Okay.”

The bull started to move. Slow rotations, a gentle tilt back and forth. You shifted with it, doing your best to follow the motion, but your focus was split your body was reacting to the movement, but your brain was caught on the feeling of his hand sliding up from your hip to your lower back. Steadying you. Guiding you. Staying there a little too long.

“You’re getting it,” he said, low, right next to your ear. His voice vibrated down your spine. You swallowed, holding tighter to the knob in front of you. “You’re kinda close, y’know.” He smiled. You felt it without even looking at him.

Now you could feel the heat building in the stomach the way he was not so subtly flirting with you.

“You want me to back off?” he asked, voice still a hum, still as intimate as ever.

You hesitated just long enough for it to be an answer.

“No,” you said finally, eyes forward, heart thudding.

The bull shifted again, a sharper jolt this time, and your balance teetered. You gasped and instinctively leaned back right into him.

Without hesitation, both his hands caught your waist again, fingers curling into your sides as he steadied you. You stayed like that for a second, his chest brushing against your back, the heat of him practically wrapped around you now.

His voice was deeper this time. “Told you to trust your body.”

ou let out a shaky laugh. “I’m trying.”

“You’re doing better than most first timers,” he said, his hands still on your waist. “You’ve got natural rhythm.”

“Hmm do I?”

You turned your head just enough to meet his eyes and yeah, that tension was no longer subtle. It was thick between you, buzzing like static. Like something was about to snap.

The bull rocked again, but you barely noticed it.

His hand slid slightly higher, fingers splayed just beneath your ribs now.

“I could stop the bull,” he murmured. “If you wanted.”

You didn’t answer. You just looked at him. Your eyes did all the talking. Then slowly you let out a nod.

So he did just that reaching past you, hit the control panel, and the bull came to a smooth, steady stop.

The room around you was still spinning, though. Because neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

You were still straddling the saddle. And that heat was still thick between you impossible to ignore now.

He stepped a little closer. “Lesson two,” he said softly, voice rough around the edges. “Sometimes it’s not about how long you can hold on…”

His hand slid to your thigh light, tentative, but not uncertain.

“It’s about knowing when to give in.”

You exhaled, heart pounding against your ribs.

And right then, you weren’t thinking about the bar. Or your friends. Or even the damn bull. Just him.

George walked over to the front of the bar, grabbed the little plastic sign hanging from the metal fence inclosing the bull, and flipped it from open to closed. Then he looked at you really looked. The playful charm was still there, but something deeper had settled in behind his eyes now. Intention. Heat. A question waiting for your answer.

“You here with people?” he asked, voice lower now, less teasing. His gaze locked on yours, slow and steady like it had weight.

You nodded. “Yeah,” then gave a slight smirk. “But they’ll understand.”

That did something to him. His jaw flexed. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip like he was thinking about everything he shouldn’t do and deciding to do it anyway.

He stepped toward you. “Come on,” he said simply.

You followed him out the side door, your hand brushing his for half a second before he caught it completely, fingers lacing with yours. His truck was parked in a dimly lit corner of the lot, far enough from the street to feel like it’s safe enough.

He opened the passenger door for you. “Climb in.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You giving me a ride, cowboy?”

That grin was back. But darker now. Hungrier.

“Oh, I’m giving you a ride alright.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh but slipped into the seat anyway, the scent of leather and cologge surrounding you the moment you did. Familiar. Him.

He rounded the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat, shutting the door behind him with a quiet finality. For a moment, the truck was silent. Just the faint hum of the cooling engine and your breathing, both of you suddenly very aware of how close this space really was.

He looked at you, eyes dragging slowly from your face to your thighs still bare from your ride, your dress riding up from all the movement.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he said, voice low and raw now.

“Yeah?” you said, just above a whisper, tilting your head slightly.

“Yeah,” he breathed, already leaning in. “From the second you walked over. The confidence. The mouth. That laugh.”

Your reply was lost in the heat of the moment because he kissed you before you could give it.

And God it wasn’t soft.

His mouth crashed against yours with the same force that bull had bucked you off with, but this time, you didn’t want to hold on. You wanted to fall into it. His hand tangled in your hair instantly, the other gripping your thigh, pulling you across the seat without hesitation.

You climbed into his lap without thinking, straddling him now in the tight space of the truck’s cab, the gear shift digging into your thigh, but you didn’t care. You could barely breathe with how deep he was kissing you, his hands exploring the curve of your hips, your waist, your back, like he was trying to memorize every inch.

You gasped when his lips moved to your jaw, your throat, dragging a trail of heat down to your collarbone.

“You sure about this?” he murmured against your skin, fingers hooked just under the hem of your dress now.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “Bull instructor, George.” you said, voice breathless, “Teach me how to ride.”

He groaned, low and guttural, and that was all it took.

Clothes didn’t come off they couldn’t. Underwear below the dress was tugged aside, hIs shirt shoved up, pants unzipped in a rush of fumbling hands. Opened just enough to get what you needed. The windows fogged almost instantly, the cold air outside clashing with the heat building inside. His hands were everywhere, rough in the best way, like he couldn’t get enough of touching you

You shifted in his lap, grinding down just slightly, and felt the way his breath hitched against your neck. His hands tightened on your hips like he was barely holding himself back and maybe he was. Maybe you both were.

You reached between your bodies, fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans, your eyes never leaving his. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling with a sharp rhythm, eyes heavy and dark now.

“Let me?” you whispered questioning lightly.

He nodded, silent, barely breathing as you unbuttoned his pants, your knuckles brushing against him through the fabric. He was already hard and leaking so ready it made your stomach tighten.

You tugged his boxers and pants down just enough to see.

Fuck.

Your lips parted slightly, breath caught in your throat for a beat, and the way he watched you head tilted back slightly, jaw tight, eyes locked on your face only made it worse.

“Yeah?” he rasped, voice low and thick. “Want it?”

You smiled, dangerous and deep. “Something like that.”

He growled under his breath, pulling you tighter into him, like the space between you wasn’t small enough already. The truck rocked slightly with the movement, the windows already fogged beyond visibility.

You kissed him again, deeper this time, with your hips rolling forward as you settled on him ready for him. His hands gripped your thighs, then your ass, guiding you into place with a kind of desperation that matched your own.

And when you finally sank down onto him, it was hot and explosive, full of breathless gasps and clumsy rhythm. You moved together like you had all night,like you weren’t in the parking lot of his job.

The truck creaked with each thrust, each grind, your hands gripping his shoulders, his hands roaming like he couldn’t decide what part of you he wanted most.

The motions started slow teasing, torturous. The kind that made your body ache in the best way. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his as your breaths tangled between you. Every movement felt like you never wanted to stop your hips rolling in time with his hands gripping you tighter, guiding, grounding, losing all control.

The truck still roccking faintly with every shift of your bodies, the only light spilling in from the hazy glow of a streetlamp outside, painting you both in this soft, golden hue. You could barely see, barely think everything was touch and breath and the heat building between you.

He kissed down your neck, dragging his mouth across your skin like he was memorizing it. “You feel,” he groaned, voice hot against your collarbone, “so fucking good.”

You whimpered at that, not caring how wrecked you sounded. You were too far gone. The way he filled you, the way his hands roamed like he couldn’t get enough like he’d been waiting for this all night. And maybe he had. Maybe that first look across the bar was all it took.

“You were watching me all night,” you gasped, rolling your hips harder against him.

He chuckled darkly, breath stuttering. “You had me the second you smirked at that bull.”

Your nails dug into his back, and that earned a groan from deep in his throat, rough and needy. His hands slid up under your top, thumbs brushing the underside of your chest, and when he leaned in to kiss you again, it was messy, desperate, perfect.

It was heat and pressure and that sharp, dizzying edge.

He angled his hips up, hitting deeper, and your mouth fell open, a gasp slipping out before you could even stop it.

“Fuck—George-”

That pulled something out of him. His mouth found yours again, swallowing every sound, every shaky breath, and his pace grew faster, more erratic. The tension between you snapped tighter with every second, building toward something inevitable.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna come,” you gasped, your voice breaking on the moan.

George nodded, jaw clenched tight as he angled his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot with unrelenting thrusts.

And that was it.

Your release crashed over you like a wave, stealing your breath as your forehead dropped to his shoulder, your entire body trembling against his.

A few more thrusts and George followed with a groan, hips stuttering as he came, his grip on your waist tightening as he spilled into you, breath hot against your neck.

“Fuck I must be an incredible instructor.” He says smuggly smiling at you.

“Definitely deserve a raise.” You smirk back at him.