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[kendricklvr23]

too close for comfort

arthurtv x fem!reader

summary: you and your friend arthur end up a little bit to close for comfort.

content: smut 18+, p in v, grinding, lowkey public sex but not really, just kinda, dirty talk.

note: looked so good in pub golf. yum. also getting ided at the bar😭😭 like he's not 30 years old.

the night was winding down.

people were slowly leaving the bar, and you could tell that your friends were ready to head out. 

will fishes his keys out of his pants, he’d already offered to be the dd.

you and your friends follow him out. you’re holding onto arthur.

he’s your close friend, but this always seemed to be in the verge of becoming more serious than friends. 

your lips always seemed to be centimetres apart. always finding each other on the dance floor. 

when you reach will’s car the group of your realise that there’s more of you than will fit in the car.

“i can get in the trunk.” chris pipes up. 

“no no. i’ll just sit on someone’s lap.” you volunteer. as the only girl left at the bar, you felt like you had a duty.

“sorted then.” will says, getting into the drivers side. 

you watch as the rest of your friends file into the back and in the passenger seat. 

you climb in behind arthur, sitting on his lap. 

he pulls the seat belt over the two of you, clicking it into place. 

“safety first.” he says in your ear.

the alcohol is slightly getting to your brain and you lie back against arthur. 

your back against his front. 

he grips your hips, holding you in place as the car starts to move. 

“fuck me.” arthur says under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear him. 

a smile dances across your lips. this was gonna be fun for you. 

will hits a speed bump as he’s driving through a residential area, cause you to jerk in your seat. 

arthur’s head is thrown back. it’s almost like his personal hell. 

having you like this and not being able to do anything about it. 

you start to “readjust” yourself, in his lap, almost grinding on him.

“reader.” he says in your ear, warning you. 

“what?” you say innocently, looking over your shoulder. 

“don’t start something you can’t finish.” his lips brush against your ear drum. 

you pretend to not know what he’s referring to. 

after will hits a rather nasty pot hole you adjust yourself again.

you can feel arthur starting to get hard underneath you. 

his fingers dig into your hips, trying to keep you still while on top of him. 

“can’t even wait until you get home?” his voice is low in your ear. “so fucking needy.” 

you bite your lip, you can feel yourself getting wetter, the feeling of arthur’s length under you turning you on.

“i bet you’re already soaked through.” one of his hands moves across your thigh, resting over your belt buckle. 

arthur decides he’ll save that for later. his hand starts to travel downwards, pressing on your clothed cunt. 

a small whimper gets caught in your throat as you try to stop it from coming out. 

“do you want them to find out?” he says and you shake your head no. “well then don’t make me have to cover your mouth.”

you bite your lip until you can taste the blood, arthur’s fingers working against you. 

your eyes are shut tight until the car comes to a screeching halt.

your eyes jerk open as will says your name.

“at your flat love.” he says, making eye contact with you in the rear view.

arthur unbuckles the seatbelt, opening the door. 

the rest of the lads all say good bye to you as you head towards the door. 

you expect arthur to get back into the car, leaving you like he always did. 

but he shuts the door behind him. 

you don’t hear what he says to will, but you don’t really care. 

he wraps a hand around your waist, walking you to your building. 

you wondered what your friends would think. 

you look up at him as you walk towards the door.

“wait until we get inside.” he dismisses your gaze.

you let him in, shutting the door behind the two of you. 

you watch as will speeds off, on his way to the next house. 

“what are you doing here?” you ask, head tilted.

“had to finish what you started.” he says, walking up the stairs to your door. 

he knew the way. he’d been to your flat many times before. 

you chose not to question it, just grateful for the opportunity. 

you unlock the door to your flat, arthur makes sure that it clicks shut, locking it. 

“what the fuck were you thinking?” he looks down at you, watching as you remove your shoes. 

you just shrug, batting your eyelashes at him. 

he takes his own shoes off before pulling you towards him by your belt buckle, kissing you. hard. 

“you were trying to make a scene, weren’t you?” he pushes you towards your bedroom, lips brushing up against yours. 

you shake your head, but he knows the truth. 

“bet you would have let me fuck you right there.” he starts discarding your clothing. your belt comes off first, then your top, then he unbuttons your jeans. he drags them down your legs until they pool at your feet.

“you wanted this. you wanted me to touch you like that.” he pushes you until your legs hit the mattress. 

“please arthur.” you whine, throwing your head back, baring your neck to him. 

he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point. 

“what makes you think that you deserve this?” he asks, looking down at you, pulling his shirt over his head. 

“i’ve been good for you.” you lie back, allowing him to get a full view of your half naked body.

“no you haven’t.” he shakes his head, shrugging his trousers down his legs. “you’ve been a slut.” 

drool starts to pool in your mouth as you admire his body. he looked so fit, stood over you at the end of your bed. 

“arthur. please.” your legs open as you beg him to touch you again. 

his eyes focus on the wet patch in your panties. 

“fuck.” his tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

you can see he’s fully hard in his pants.

you sit up just enough to unclasp your bra, baring your chest to him. not that he needed another reason to fuck you. 

but that just made him want you more.

“got a condom?” he asks you, eyes focused on your breasts.

“just pull out.” you say and arthur kneels between your legs, kissing you deeply. 

“safety first sweetheart.” he says in your ear. his thumb brushes over your nipple. 

“check the nightstand.” your fingers dip into his waist band, fingers brushing over his length. 

arthur reaches over you, rustling through your night stand. 

he finally finds the package of condoms you’d stashed there ages ago. 

you’d never thought you’d use them with arthur. not that they were meant for him anyway. you’d let him fuck you however he wanted to. 

he rips open the wrapper before shrugging down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. 

you watch as he rolls it on, saliva pooling in your mouth. 

“you gonna be good?” he asks before moving your panties to the side with two fingers. 

he could already feel how wet you were. 

“i need you.” you whine, watching as he lines himself up, painfully slowly.

he pushes into you, savouring each inch. 

“fuck.” you breath out, eyes rolling back.

he filled you up so perfectly. it had you wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner.

arthur takes a moment once he’s fully inside of you before swiftly pulling out until only the tip remains before ramming his cock back into you. 

it made you feel so dirty, pornographic sounds leaving your mouth. but this was what you wanted. you wanted to be utterly and completely fucked. 

arthur settles into a rhythm, pushing into you over and over again.

“oh arthur.” you mewl as he hits your g spot.

“you like that?” his voice is low and seductive in your ear.

“faster.” you whimper, eyes shut, mouth wide open. 

arthur’s thumb brushes over your nipple and you arch your back. 

you wanted more. 

his hand snakes down your body in between the two of you. 

his thumb presses down on clit, giving you exactly what you wanted.

“oh god.” your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“you’re doing so well. so good for me.” arthur groans, so close to finishing.

he puts you over the edge, feeling you cum around his cock. 

he doesn’t take long to follow, the thick white liquid spurting from his tip into the condom.

arthur starts to kiss your face all over, coming down from his high. 

he suddenly pulls out, taking a moment to take the condom off before throwing it in the bin. 

arthur lies down next to you, pulling your body into his. 

“are you satisfied now?” he asks, a smug look on his face. 

“for now.” you look over a him, grinning. 

“i was hoping you’d say that.” he replies. “tomorrow morning i want to hear you scream my name for your neighbours.”

“i don’t know if they’d appreciate that.” you move closer to him, accepting his embrace. 

“well i know i will.” arthur kisses your forehead. 

“mmm whatever you say.” you mumble. you allow your eyelids to close, they were already heavy with sleep.

“sleep well. i’ll see you in the morning.” arthur kisses you again. 

you fall asleep on his chest as he strokes your hair. 

being just friends was over rated

[kendricklvr23]

what?

chrismd x fem!reader x george clarke

summary: crashing with chris and george turned out to be more than you bargained for.

content: smut 18+, mmf threesome, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v.

note: sorry i've been a bit mia. i'm working two jobs among other things lol. hope you guys like this.

you knew that it was a mistake. why on earth would you stay with george and chris?

even worse, the only sensible member of the household, arthur, was away touring. 

so now you were crashing on the couch of two imbeciles.

why your boyfriend had chosen to break up with you in the middle of the month? you had no idea. 

it seemed like until you could find a new apartment, you would be crashing with the two of them. 

the first couple of weeks were, fine, george even toured apartments with you. 

“this one looks nice enough.” he says as your stood in a studio with the rent much higher than it was worth. 

the place was in croyden for gods sake. 

he went around london with you, but nothing seemed to stick. they were either too small, too far away, or had some sort of black mould. 

feeling defeated, you return to george’s apartment with him. 

“oh well, i’ll have to find something, it’s literally london.” you say, taking off your shoes.

“exactly, don’t stress, you can stay here as long as you need to.” george reassures you. 

“as long as you keep cooking.” chris calls from somewhere within the apartment.

“speaking of, what do you two want for dinner?” you walk into the kitchen, seeing what’s in the fridge.

“chicken pasta?” you say, seeing the chicken breast in the fridge.

“sounds good.” george says, sitting down on the couch. 

“need some help?” chris comes into the kitchen from the other room. 

“sure.” you respond, getting ingredients out. 

you and chris work together, or more accurately you work and tell chris what to do, for dinner. 

you had always loved cooking , especially for your friends and family. it really sparked joy in you to see others enjoy your food. 

your ex boyfriend had been so dismissive of your cooking in the past. being around chris and george it really opened your eyes to how you should be treated. 

they always seemed to be full of praise. for everything you did. 

they cared more for you now in a few weeks than he ever did.

eventually you and chris finish up the food and you plate it up for the three of you.

you sit together at the dining room table and george cracks open a bottle of red wine, pouring you each a glass. 

“exactly what i needed.” you breathe out, rolling your shoulders.

“to us.” chris says, raising his glass.

“to us,” you and george echo, clinking glasses.

“this looks amazing.” george says, taking a fork full before stuffing his mouth. 

you smile at him, pacing yourself when it came to eating your own food. one bite at a time.

chris and george are looking at each other in a strange way you’ve never seen before. 

you honestly weren’t even sure you wanted to know what they were thinking. 

you were surprised things weren’t awkward between the three of you after you had a few… run ins.

first george had walked into the bathroom when you where in nothing but a towel, completely accidentally. 

he had apologized profusely, but honestly you weren’t sure if it had bothered you. 

then chris had come into your room while you were getting dressed. you only managed to put on your underwear, before he came in unexpectedly. 

again, another accident, which he also apologized for. 

but it left you feeling hot. 

then you’d heard george jerking off when he thought you weren’t home. you even thought you heard him mumbling your name. that was enough for you to press your thighs together.

the look on his face when he saw you in the living room. 

he was redder then a tomato. 

then the most recent incident, and perhaps the strangest, you noticed your most recent pair of underwear was missing from your hamper when you went to do laundry. 

the next day, you’d found them in chris’s room after he asked you to get something for him.

and they were coated in what would have been a white liquid, that certainly didn’t come out of your body. 

that made you even hotter.

the thought of the two of them jerking off to you, with chris even using your dirty panties, it made you so horny. 

it had been so long since you’d been fucked, properly anyway. your ex seemed to always finish after a few thrusts, leaving you to get yourself off.

and what was even worse, you seemed to hit your peak ovulation that day while you were making dinner. 

you watch the two of them intently as you eat. curious to know what their looks to escher other were all about. 

you finish up after you tell chris about your day of apartment hunting, and george starts to clear the table. 

you get up to help him, but chris holds you back.

“you made dinner, go relax, we’ve got this.” he smiles at you. 

you nod, getting up from the table.

you lounge on the couch while the sound of dishes echo through the apartment.

eventually the boys come to join you, one of each sitting on either side of you. 

“thank you for dinner.” george says, his hand resting on your thigh.

you were close with each other, but something felt different about the way he was touching you. 

“yeah.” chris chimes in. “would you let us show you some appreciation?” his lips are close to your ear.

“you’ve been so good to us.” george says, prompting you to look at him. 

“let us return the favour.” chris says, before promptly getting onto his knees in front of you. 

you spread your thighs apart for chris, allowing him he see your panties under your skirt. 

“oh god.” chris starts salivating, eyes resting on the wet patch between your legs 

“i wish you’d came into my room the other day.” george’s breath is hot against your face. 

“i know you heard me moan your name.” george moves his hand to the bottom of your skirt, pulling it back to show chris even more. 

chris starts to drag your bottoms down your body, leaving you half naked on the couch. 

your heart rate increases as he kisses your thighs, his mouth moving closer and close to you. 

“you like that?” george says to you, his hand cusping your cheek. 

you nod, a bit embarrassed by how much of you is on display for them. 

chris pulls you towards him so that you’re almost hanging off of the couch before he attaches his lips to you, his tongue working against you. 

you turn to face george, moving to kiss him. 

your lips brush against each other as he shakes his head. 

“i want you to watch,” he repositions your face so that you’re looking at chris. 

“watch him eat you out angel.” he says before kissing your neck, shoving one of his thumbs into your mouth. 

you suck on george’s thumb, moaning around it as chris fucks you with his tongue. 

he looked so good, sitting there. touching you so attentively. 

chris responded to every movement, it seemed to be spurring him on. he wanted to leave you shaking uncontrollably, eager to please. 

george takes his thumb out of your mouth, using his hand to grope your breast. 

“mmm chris need you inside of me.” you whine, and you knew if chris wasn’t going to fuck you, george should would.

“i wanna go first.” george says, looking at chris, who had his lips wrapped around your clit. “can you take both of us?”

“just need one of you inside of me now.” you nod intently. you knew you would be able to take both of them.

“c’mon mate.” george says to chris, who looks a bit upset.

“can’t i finish first?” chris looks up at you. 

“sorry chris i need to be fucked. i’m so fucking horny.” you lie down on the carpet. 

“fine.” chris folds his arms. “but this isn’t over.” he watches as george takes his trousers off. 

his boxers follow and you audibly gasp. you hadn’t expected him to be so big. 

george kneels in between your thighs, lining up his cock with your entrance.

he pushes into you slowly, savouring every inch. 

you let out a low moan and chris peels your shirt off your skin. 

he palms your breasts through your bra as george starts to pull out, you felt incredible.

“please george. i need more.” you whimper. 

who was he to deny you?

george starts to quicken his pace, fucking you faster. 

chris reaches under you to take your bra off, leaving you bare. 

your head is in his lap as he pays special attention to your breasts. 

“take george’s shirt off,” you direct chris.

chris reaches over your body, taking george’s shirt off. 

god he was good looking. he had such a beautifully toned body. 

“mmm george.” you whine, your body starting to sweat. 

it seemed like the temperate in the apartment was always set to hell. maybe chris and george just wanted to see you like this. sticky with sweat.

chris’s thumbs brush over your nipples, causes them to harden. 

he watches your face intently as your eyes shut tightly, your head thrown back into his lap. 

“no.” chris says, his hand coming up to your face. “look at george.” 

you open your eyes, watching as george fucks you. 

you could feel chris’s cock twitch in his pants. your head still in his lap. 

“oh god.” you moan out, the two of them had you so close. 

george fucks you deeper, pounding into you. 

“come on.” chris watches as your face contorts. “it’s been so long, hasn’t it baby?”

george pushes into you again and again, putting you over. 

you start to shake around him, chris holding your body. 

“oh god george.” you whine as he fucks you though it. eventually, he empties himself inside of you. 

“my turn.” chris says, almost pushing george off of you.

he’d decided that he’d waited long enough, he needed to feel you. watch you as he thrusted into you.

george backed away from you, allowing chris to replace him between your legs. 

chris pushes his bottoms down his thick thighs before pushing into slowly. he watches as you take every inch. 

he wasn’t as big as george, but he was so thick, stretching you out.

“chris.” you whine, your eyes shut.

“i know sweetheart, i know.” he says before starting to pick up the pace. 

he was transfixed by how well you took him. he watched as his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt.

he wasn’t sure what fluid came from you and what came from george, but he didn’t care. 

he didn’t even care that george was watching him fuck you right now. 

all chris wanted was to feel you cum around his cock, and he was going to get that.

his thumb started to apply pressure to your clit, bringing you closer.

george brushed his thumb against your cheek, before putting it back into your mouth. 

you started sucking on it again, moaning around it. 

chris had you moaning like a full on porn star, and the way he was fucking you on the floor, right after george had finished inside of you, had you feeling like one.

but god it felt so good. you hadn’t felt this much pleasure in a long time, at least not from a man. 

months of pent up sexual tension came over you again as you came again. 

chris smirked to himself as he felt you convulse around him. 

“so good for me. for us.” chris looked down at you. 

he pushed into you a few more times before he hit his own climax, filling you up with cum again. 

he planted kisses all over your face, still inside of you. 

“such a good girl.” he mumbles in your ear in a deep voice. 

it sends shocks through you. 

he said it in a way that made you know this wasn’t over.

maybe chris was done with you tonight, but he was far from finished with you forever. 

you look up at george and see the same thing in his face. the look of determination and lust. 

you were in for one hell of a stay. 

[kendricklvr23]

into you

summary: lando sees you sleeping in the middle of the night and just can't help himself.

content: smut 18+, unprotected p in v, somnophilia

note: short little lando somno fic, hope you guys enjoy.

lando woke up in the middle of the night, having to use the bathroom. 

he knew he shouldn’t have drank all that water. 

he moved on auto pilot, washing his hands before going to bed.

there you were, peacefully asleep, looking like an angel.

your mouth was slightly parted, the sheets half off of you with your shirt riding up. 

he could see your peaked nipples through the thin white fabric. 

“lando.” a breathy moan leaves your mouth. 

god were you having, a sex dream? about him?

that goes straight to his cock, he watches it harden in his boxers.

“need you.” your face contorted in a way that makes him think you’re close. 

he can’t help himself. he takes the sheets off of your body, pulling your sleep shorts down your body. 

he puts a finger into you, finding you to be desperately wet. 

“shit.” he says under his breath before pushing your top up. exposing your breasts to the cool air. 

“mmm more.” you whine at the loss of lando’s a finger. 

god you were so perfect for him.

he pushes his thick cock into you, hearing you gasp. 

he thinks you might wake up, but your eyes remain shut. 

“that’s it. go back to sleep for me.” he mumbles, groaning at the way you feel.

he fucks you lazily, taking his time. he doesn’t want you to wake up.

he wanted to make sure you got enough sleep so you’d be well rested for tomorrow. 

plus the last time he woke you up, you scolded him for not waiting until morning. 

truth be told, you had no idea what lando had done to you while you were sleeping, but you didn’t really care. 

you’d become so desperate for him while you were unconscious, you’d started begging for him. 

he wouldn’t have it any other way. he loved the way you begged for him. he loved it when you woke up to him inside of you, begging for more. 

most of the time you would only know what he did to you if you woke up with clothes missing or dried cum in your underwear. 

then you liked to return the favour, grinding on his morning wood until he woke up. 

you loved having lazy mornings. you swore the two of you could stay in bed all day just having sex.

lando swore again under his breath. 

you were so perfect for him. so sweet underneath him. 

you try to turn in your sleep, but lando holds you down on your back, thrusting into your unconscious body. 

you start to stir again, but landonstrokes your hair, trying to keep you asleep. 

he succeeds momentarily, but after a few more lazy thrusts your eyes start to open.

“lando. it’s not even light outside yet.” you whine.

“go back to sleep.” he grunts, still fucking you. 

“mmm i’m up now.” you lace your fingers behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. 

“should have waited until i was in deep sleep. wouldn’t have woken up from that.” you giggle. 

“maybe i wanted you to wake up.” he hooks your thighs up over his hips, pushing deeper into you. 

“besides, you were begging me. i couldn’t deny you.” he kisses your neck. 

“hmm was i? i don’t remember what i was dreaming about.” you say before a low moan gets caught in your throat. “fuck lando.” 

“you were all ‘lando’ and ‘need you’” he attempts to mock you, moaning out the words. 

“mmm well i do need you lando.” you whine, needing him to fuck you faster. 

lando picks up his pace now that he’s no longer afraid of waking you up. 

his thrusts are intentional. he fucks you deep and hard. his thick cock fills you up so well.

he starts to apply pressure to your clit, causing you to arch your back if the mattress.

“oh god.” you whine, your eyes rolling back.

“so good for me.” lando says, kissing your neck. 

soon enough he has you reaching your climax, with himself not far behind. 

“mmm lando.” you pull him towards you.

he kisses you until you drift back asleep, never having been fully awake in the first place.

he plants a kiss on your forehead. 

he could fall back asleep just like that, still inside of you. 

he loved the way that he filled you up. 

his eyes start to feel heavy, his body weight resting on yours. 

lando finally pulls out of you, watching his cum drip out of you. 

he pulls your body on top of his, falling back to sleep with you partly on top of him. 

he was so incredibly lucky. he thought to himself, pressing another kiss into your forehead. 

you breath in and out on top of him. he rubs your back. 

he quickly falls back asleep, dreaming about what you’ll wake him up with in the morning. 

[kendricklvr23]

you know what, hell yeah connor.

he’s so adorable😭😭

[anglaised]

“cheated on” and “megan thee stallion” in the same sentence is nasty work all men have is audacity……thats so crazy seriously are u out of ur fucking mind……..i hope she has a good hot girl summer like oh she needs it bad

[kendricklvr23]

raw, next question

chrismd x fem!reader

summary: you end up going home with chris after an eventful charity match after party.

content: smuttttt 18+, unprotected pinv, oral (f receiving), cockwarming, chris is a bit nervous, some minor switch dynamics, nothing to heavy.

note: i had to write something for chris, he is the goat isn't he?

you were sitting at the sidemen charity match after party, drunk out of your mind. 

you were sitting across from will, laughing with him. 

you ended up talking about other youtubers and eventually the conversation shifted to chris.

“so what do you think of chris?” he asks you, fully aware that chris’s stood behind you. 

“raw, next question.” you giggle, you had no idea that he was within ear shot, let alone right behind you. 

“right. i’ll leave you to it mate.” will says, looking up at chris before he walks away, patting chris on the back.

“oh my god!” you’re cheeks flush red.

“it’s ok.” chris laughs, clearly finding the situation amusing. 

“i didn’t- um, i’m not, i was just kidding.” you look down at your hands in your lap. 

“it’s alright. i’d do you raw.” he continues laughing. 

that sobered you up quickly. your eyes widen. this was the last thing you expected. 

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” you bite your lip as you look over at him. 

“oh i mean it alright. can i take you home?” chris licks his lips.

damn that was smooth. 

“i mean if you want.” you try to come across as nonchalant, but you don’t think it’s working. 

“let’s go.” he offers you his hand and you take it. 

if you’d known that it would be this easy you would have done this ages ago.

the car ride back to his place seems to take forever. 

chris holds your hand in his own, but he can’t look at you. 

he wanted you so badly he felt almost uncontrollable. like his body would act on his behalf for him.

“you played really well in the match today.” you smile at chris. 

“thank you.” his eyes are focused on his lap. 

“you and arthur worked really well together.” you were happy to praise him. he had such a good game. 

“well y’know.” he brushes it off. 

eventually the car comes to a stop at what you assume is chris’s apartment complex. 

“cheers mate!” chris opens up his door, helping you out of the car.

you head inside. chris leads the way. 

he takes you inside, and offers you a glass of water. 

“i’m alright chris.” you lick your lips. 

“yeah. ok.” he takes you into his living room, sitting next to you on his couch.

“why are you so nervous?” you tease him. 

“it’s just, you’re you. i don’t know.” he rubs his sweaty palms on his shorts.

“well i’m here aren’t i?” you ask him. 

“i suppose so.” he responds. 

you make eye contact for exactly 10 seconds before you lean in to kiss him, taking his lips in your own. 

you climb into his lap, leaning down to kiss him. 

he breaks up the kiss to take off his shirt. you run your nails down his chest, kissing his neck. 

he pulls your top off your frame, leaving you in your bra. 

“holy shit.” he stares at your chest, which is essentially eye level with him. 

“you gonna take it off or what?” you run your fingers through his hair. 

his fingers fumble with the back of your bra before eventually unhooking it. 

he takes it off your body, discarding it on his floor. his hands run over your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. 

your head gets thrown back, your chest on full display for him. 

“so you gonna fuck me now or what?” your look down at him. 

“uh. would you like that?” his face turns beet red. 

“no shit chris.” you roll your eyes playfully. 

you take your body weight off of his lap so he can shrug down his shorts and boxers so that they pool down at his feet.

you start to grind against him and he bunches your skirt up at your waist. 

the thin layer of your panties is the only thing left in between you.

“mmm chris. you wanna be inside of me?” you take his bottom lip in your mouth biting it lightly. 

he nods frantically at you.

you slide your underwear to the side, taking him inside of you.

you take your time with it, slowly taking more and more. 

he might not have been the biggest you’d ever had, but he stretched you out, his thick length filling you up. 

he groaned underneath you, kissing your neck. 

you start to increase your pace, moving up and down his shaft.

“oh fuck” he whines. he already felt so close. 

you take a fistful of his hair, making him look up at you. 

“you like that chris?” you make eye contact with him. it felt so sensual. so close. 

he nods at you again. 

“use your words sweetheart.” you roll your hips against him. 

“yes, god yes.” his eyes shut, his head thrown back. 

“you’re such a good boy chris.” your nails run down his chest, leaving red marks. 

“i’m so close.” he whimpers, drool leaving his mouth.

“you wanna cum chris?” you take his face in your hand, making him look at you. 

“please.” his pupils are shot. 

you stick your thumb in his mouth and he starts to suck on it, maintaining eye contact with you. 

“yeah? are you gonna be a good boy and finish inside of me?” you watch him suck on your thumb. 

he nods, eyes looking up at you. 

god he looked so cute like that. thumb in his mouth, about to cum. 

he moans around your thumb, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you, emptying himself. 

“now that wasn’t so hard was it?” you take your thumb out of his mouth, patting his cheek. 

you start to get off of him but he grabs your hips, pulling you back onto his cock.

“not yet. need to be inside of you for a bit longer.” he groans. he loved the way you felt. he didn’t want you to ever get off of him. 

he could fill you up like that forever. 

“alright sweetheart.” you kiss his forehead. how on earth could you deny him?

chris buries his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose against you. 

your hands run up and down his muscular back. 

eventually he pulls back looking up at you.

“wait. you didn’t cum.” a disappointed look washes over his face.

“it’s ok love.” you smile down at him. “i really enjoyed it. i just can’t cum from penetration alone.” 

“well i’m sure i know what you can cum from.” he smirks at you before grabbing your hips, pulling you off of his leaky cock.

before he takes you to his bedroom, he pulls your skirt down, leaving it in the living room. 

chris picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. despite being slightly submissive underneath you, he was still quite happy to pick you up and carry you. 

you giggle as he takes you into his bedroom, setting you down on his bed. 

he’s stood over you, leaning down to kiss you. 

“you wanna sit on my face?” chris says softly in your ear. 

you nod, looking up at him. he lies down on his bed watching eagerly as you crawl in top of him. 

eventually you’re hovering over his mouth, suddenly feeling quite self aware of how much you way. 

“come on then love,” his says underneath you, “can’t do anything if you don’t sit down.” 

his playful reassurance is enough for you to rest part of your weight of him, his mouth eagerly accepting you.

you hold onto his headboard, rolling your hips against him as he nips and sucks at your sex.

“oh god chris.” you whine. 

chris grips your thighs, keeping you close to him. 

he wanted you to cum all over his face, he’d got his fair share of his own bodily fluids, but he wanted yours. 

he can tell you’re getting close, his lips wrapped around your clit. 

“please chris.” it comes out in some sort of strangled whimper. 

he groans against you and that does it for you, finishing on his face. 

you try to life your body off of him, but his keeps your their, gripping your thighs.

“chris it’s too much.” you whine, he has you shaking, feeling overwhelmed. 

but he won’t be satisfied until he’s had every last drop of what you have to offer. 

he finally lets you go, his grip on your thighs releasing.

he grabs your hips, guiding you so that your chest is against his. 

you lie down on him, body spent. 

he warps his arms around you, holding you close. 

“chris…” you say as you feel his hard length against your cunt. 

“don’t worry, i won’t ask you to go again.” he says stroking your hair. “it’ll go down, or i’ll have a wank.” he says it like it’s nothing.

god you’d love to watch that. but you’d also love another round.

“mmm i could go again.” 

“you don’t have to, honest. i don’t mind.” he caresses your back. 

“chris please. i want to.” you kiss his neck. 

before you know it chris has you flipped over so he’s on top of you. 

“are you gonna be a good girl for me?” his dick is essentially teasing your entrance. 

“mmm please chris.” you whine, wanting more. 

chris pushes into you, hooking your legs over his hips. 

you think he might turn into a drooling mess again, but this time he’s happy to take control. 

“just like that for me.” chris groans as one of your hands reaches into his hair, pulling on it. 

“fuck you feel so good.” chirs can’t get enough, thrusting into you over and over again. 

his hand snakes in between your bodies, applying pressure to your clit.

you gasp at the feeling, clenching around chris. 

that just makes him fuck you harder, increasing his pace. 

“fuck chris.” he’s left you speechless, fucking you senseless. 

it’s almost laughable how quickly the rolls were reversed. not that you were complaining, you’d happily have chris fuck you. 

“you’re doing so well for me.” he groans as you run your nails down his back. 

your chest rises up and down, panting as chris takes control. 

your sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, and your run your hands along his supple skin. 

god he was so fit. his muscular arms caged your body in a way that was so sensual. 

everything about chris felt so intimate, so right. it was upsetting that you hadn’t done this sooner.

and now that you had a taste, you weren’t ever going to stop. 

“come on. wanna feel you cum on my cock.” chris mumbles in your ear, still pounding into you. 

“oh chris.” you whine, his voice puts you over the edge, and you hit your climax again, shaking around chris. 

he’s not far behind, emptying himself inside of you again.

he kisses your neck, letting his body weight rest on you. 

“mmm chris.” your arms wrapped around him. 

“can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner.” he says, moving onto his back, pulling you on top of him. 

he keeps his cock nestled inside of you, wanting to keep you like that for as long as he can. 

he’d fall asleep like that if you’d let him. 

“that was nice.” you plant a kiss on his lips. 

“we should do that again sometime.” he starts stroking your hair, keeping your body weight on his frame. 

you nod at him. you could have fallen asleep like that, you were so tired. 

“maybe next time i’ll watch you have a wank.” you giggle. you loved watching him come undone.

“i just can’t believe you let me hit it raw.” he chuckles, its warm. 

“anytime.” you respond as you start to drift off. 

“you ready to sleep?” chris asks, brushing your hair out of your face.” 

“please.” your eyes closing. 

chris pulls you off of his cock again, watching as bodily fluid leaks out of you.

you shift next to him, curling up on your side with your back to him. 

chris picks up on your body language, pulling you into him, becoming the big spoon. 

“sleep well.” he kisses the back of your head, but you’re already out like a light, the warmth of sleep was too inviting. 

chris drifts off soon after, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. 

he knew you’d have to do this again, he was in far too deep. 

[kendricklvr23]

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored

lando norris x fem!reader

summary: you want lando to break up with his girlfriend cause you’re bored. 

content: smut 18+, unprotected pinv, situationship, breakup.

note: i miss f1 so much. i'm so excited for miami. unless they all end up in italian prison lol.

you saw him from across the bar.

you’d known lando for ages. you’d been off and on since before you could remember. 

there was a new girl on his arm. someone you didn’t know. some sort of model knowing him.

that irritated you. 

you were bored. you needed something to do. that something to do should have been lando. 

you still had his number, somewhere deep inside of your contacts. 

he makes eye contact with you. you knew what he was thinking about, because you were thinking about it too. 

you decide to leave it be for the moment, heading outside for a smoke.

lando follows you out, coming up behind you. 

“don’t look at me like that.” lando says in your ear. 

you turn around to face him. 

“come on lan. break up with her. i’m bored.” you blow smoke into his face.

“you shouldn’t say that.” he shakes his head at you, taking the lit cigarette from in between your fingers. 

“why not? you could hit it in the morning, it would be like i’m yours.” you smile at him, taking your cigarette back. 

“but she is mine.” he shakes his head. 

“then why are you out here talking to me?” 

“good point.” 

“you remember the address. i’ll leave my door unlocked.” you flick the cigarette out of your hand onto the ground, stepping on it with your shoe.

you walk past him, leaving the smoking area to walk back inside.

you spot his girlfriend staring at you, watching as lando walks right behind you. 

lando was so tempted to stop you, to kiss you right there. he’d missed you. but to look up and see the disappointing look on his girlfriends face, he knew he shouldn’t. 

looking at her, it just annoyed him.

you walk towards the door, leaving the bar. 

lando knew you weren’t kidding when you said you’d leave your door unlocked. 

he just had to deal with her, and then he could be with you.

it sounded sick. it made you feel a bit crazy, but you honestly didn’t care. life was too short to not go after what you wanted. 

the walk to your apartment was short. your airpods in, ariana grande playing at full blast. 

you unlock the door, shutting it behind you. you head into your bedroom, shedding your clothing. 

you throw on a lacy nightgown that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. 

you walk into your bathroom, brushing your teeth and hair. 

after your clean up, you settle into bed. the sheets covering your figure.

eventually you start to drift off, tired from the night out.

little did you know, lando was on his way. 

-

he took her outside of the club.

“i just don’t think we’re compatible.” he looks at her. he wanted it to be over. 

“why are you doing this now?” her arms folded across her chest. “who is she?” 

“don’t worry about it. i’m just not interested.” lando looks irritated. 

“you’re such a piece of shit!” she throws her arms off before storming off. 

lando just shakes his head.

he makes the way back to your apartment, a route he knew well. 

he gets buzzed into the lobby before making his way to the elevator. he selects your floor, making his way up. 

he stands outside your door, turning the door handle to find it unlocked. 

he steps into your apartment, taking his shoes off and locking the door behind him. 

he makes his way into your bedroom to find you asleep, lips slightly parted. 

he pulls the sheets back, revealing your sleeping figure. 

god you looked perfect. 

you shift in the cool air, nipples peaking under the layer of fabric. 

lando plants a kiss on your lips. you looked so sweet, so peaceful.

he starts to undress. leaving him in his boxers. he shifts his bulge before getting into bed next to you.

he couldn't wake you up, not when you looked like that.

he pulls your body into his, smelling your hair.

unfortunately, all of his rustling caused you to wake up, your body jolting upwards.

"jesus lan, you scared me." you say, looking over at him.

"didn't mean to wake you up." he mumbles, his eyes drinking in your body.

"it's ok." you settle back down on the mattress. "so you break up with her?" there's a small glint in your eyes.

"yeah." he looks a bit ashamed of himself, but he didn't regret it, being in your bed was well worth the awkwardness.

"well i'm glad you came here." you start to pour on the seduction. your hand brushes over the bulge in his boxers, causing him to gasp.

"don't start something you can't finish." he looks at you with a deep seated desire.

"i was rather hoping you'd finish it." you flash him a smile.

lando moves, kneeling in between your legs, his body hovering over yours.

"is that so?" he asks before planting a kiss on your lips.

you kiss him back, hard.

you start to bite his bottom lip, grinding against his erection.

lando breaks up the kiss to kiss your neck, leaving love bites in your skin.

"c'mon lando." you say in his ear. "fuck me already." your lips brush against his ear lobe.

lando pushes down his boxers, revealing his hard length. saliva started to pool in your mouth at the thought of him inside of you.

he bunched your nightgown up at your waist, admiring your glistening pussy in the low light.

he inserts a finger into you experimentally, feeling how wet you are.

"lando please." you whine, desperate for more than his finger inside of you.

he lines up his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

"missed this." he groans, thrusting into you.

he settles into a steady rhythm right away, desperate to satisfy you.

his thumb reaches in between you to apply pressure to your clit, making you moan.

you sure weren't bored anymore.

lando hated to admit it to himself, but he knew he'd always go back to you.

there was no one that could compare with you, not even just physically. you were so witty and charming in a way he'd never experienced.

you were like the most addictive drug, he just could quit you.

not that he wanted to. he'd gratefully spend the rest of his life with you if you weren't so illusive. you never wanted to be held down.

maybe in the end, he'd finally get you, until then, he'd spend his time catching up to you, only to have you run off again.

"mmm lando, faster." you whimper. there was no one like lando. you could spend forever trying to find someone to replace him, and still fail.

when they say there are plenty of fish in the sea, maybe there was for other people, but you knew deep down lando was the only fish for you.

"trying not to cum so quick." lando grunts. he could go faster, but he wanted to savour the feeling a bit longer. he wanted to feel you cum around his cock.

the two of you had enjoyed your fair share of quickies, in the club bathroom, right before he had to leave for training, the morning before one of his flights out of nice, the bathroom at an award ceremony.

but when he had you like this, in your bed, on your back, with all of the time in the world, he was going to take his time.

"I'll fuck you faster in the morning." he concedes.

"don't make me wait that long." you stick out your bottom lip.

"need you to cum first." his thrusts are intentional, he hits hard and deep. his thumb presses down in fast tight circles.

"i'm close lando." you mewl. you use your nails to scratch down his back, leaving long red marks.

lando finally picks up his pace and it puts you over, finishing around him.

he now fucks you relentlessly, desperate to reach his own high.

another thrust and he comes undone, finishing inside of you.

you pull him in for a kiss, it's messy and lazy. when lando pulls away, pulling out of you, there's a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

lando pulls up his boxers, putting away his leaky cock.

"don't worry darling, the next time i wake you up, my head will be between your thighs." lando lies down next to you, pulling you into him.

maybe someone better than you would feel bad, but you couldn't have been happier.

there would always be something about lando that would keep you coming back.

[sdmnluvs]

He’s actually the most stunning man ever

[kendricklvr23]

yum

[kendricklvr23]

a bit of both

bf!harry lewis x fem!reader x ex!george clarke

summary: your ex fling tries to get under your boyfriend's skin after the charity match.

content: smut 18+, unprotected pinv, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, rough sex, degradation, harry is a little insanely over protective, orgasm denial (m), george is not a good person in this lol, over stimulation and mentions of somnophilia.

note: hope you guys like this🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ sorry to george, i've got something else i'm cooking up where he's nice guys dw.

you smile proudly as you watch harry receive his medal. he might not of won, but him and the boys had raised so much money for charity, it left you beaming.

to watch your boyfriend play at wembley was so surreal. he looked so good on the pitch, 77 on his back. 

you had a jersey on yourself, proud to wear his name on your back, even if it did say “haroldinho” 

you were still smiling when he came up to you after the match, you threw your arms around his neck. 

“i’m so proud of you harry.” you say in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear. 

“thanks love.” he kisses your forehead, pulling you in close. 

he was still so sweaty, hair damp from all of that running. 

he had seemed to have played the whole game, holding down the defensive line.

he looked so good all sweaty. it reminded you of how he looked after the shower, but more gross. 

you wanted to rip that shirt off of him, he deserved something, even if he’d lost. 

“just gotta finish up filming and we’ll go home, alright love?” harry kisses your cheek quickly before heading back to the crew. 

your left standing there as george comes up to you, a massive grin on his face.

the two of you had some… history. 

before you had started going out with harry, you’d had a one night stand with george. 

it hadn’t turned into anything more, just a drunken mistake, but george liked to remind you of that every chance he got. 

“happy to have won?” you ask, looking over at him. 

“oh yeah.” george responds, nodding. 

“you looked good out there.” you smirk. “too bad you missed so many chances.” 

“won though, didn’t we?” he shrugs his shoulders.

you roll your eyes, not that he’d deserved to win, but it is what it is. 

“so what are you two up to after?” he asks, nodding towards harry.

“staying in i think.” you look over at him. “he’s absolutely knackered.” 

“right right.” george has his hands on his hips, shifting his weight onto one leg. 

“what will you be getting up to?” you raise your eyebrows. “another drunken escapade?”

“you would know.” he winks at you. “actually i was thinking of taking it easy, maybe staying in.” he shrugs. 

you wonder what he’s trying to get at. 

“well congrats on the win.” you say, ready to walk away from him. 

“ah, but harry’s the one that’s really winning, isn’t he?” a smile plays up on his lips.

“you had your chance.” your arms folded across your chest. 

“i didn’t really want a relationship anyway to be honest.” he looks over at you. “but if i got to do you every night, i might consider it.” 

“yeah ok.” you respond, trying to appear unbothered. “always the flirt.” 

“well it worked on you once didn’t it?” he looks you up and down, eyes raking across your figure.

it bothered you that he knew what you looked like underneath all of that clothing. 

“well that ship has sailed now my friend.” you say as harry starts to make his way back over to you.

“i wouldn’t be so sure.” george responds, waiting for harry to come up to the two of you. 

“george.” harry nods at him while putting his arm around you. 

“we’re all good to go now love.” he kisses the side of your head. “let’s go get my stuff, and we’ll be off.” he starts to turn, leading you away.

“sure she wouldn’t be better off with a winner mate?” george laughs. 

“yeah yeah.” harry continues to take you away from the pitch. but george follows.

“really mate, can you even keep up with her anymore?” george smirks. 

you have no idea what he’s trying to get at. you were a couple of years younger than harry, but he was still only 29 for christs sake. 

“oh i keep up with her just fine.”

harry knew about your past with george, but it didn’t bother him. you were with him now, so why would it?

“come on mate, you’re knackered. at least let me have one round.” he’s still walking with the two of you, not wanting to give it up. 

“fuck off.” harry says playfully. he was secure in his relationship, nothing george said would bother him. 

“i’ll even wear a condom.” if george was one thing, it was persistant. 

you were half thinking harry might agree just to get him to shut up. 

to be fair, you and harry had been talking about other things you’d been wanting to do in the bedroom.

threesomes had been on your list for a while, you loved being used. 

harry fucked you so well, but sometimes you wish there was someone else fucking your face, leaving you incoherent.

harry had been open to it, but didn’t know who to approach about it.

“just go home george.” harry says, bringing your mind back into the present.

“i remember the address.” he winks at you. “trust me mate, i can make her feel good.” 

it was if a switch went off in harry’s brain at that moment. 

“you can watch.” harry suggests, taking you slightly off guard. you’d also been talking about voyeurism, that was at the top of his list.

“oh really?” george starts. “but what if she begs for more?” 

maybe if george was lucky he’d get his dick sucked, but harry was not ready to concede that just yet. 

“she won’t mate. i know how to keep her satisfied.” saliva starts to pool in your mouth. the thought of george watching harry fuck you made heat start to pool in between your legs. 

harry stops to grab his bag, and george does the same.

“alright then.” george says, picking up his backpack. “how about a little wager?” 

“what’s that?” harry says, raising an eyebrow.

“if she wants more, you’ll have to watch me fuck her.” george continues. the way they speak about you is like you’re not even there. 

it was like you were an object to them, a toy to get back at each other with. 

something about being objectified by two hot men did it for you. you were half tempted to ask for more just so george would fuck you again.

george had used you on that night out in a way harry wouldn’t dare. 

harry had you finishing 3 to 4 times every night, desperate to make you happy. 

george on the other hand, barely even let you finish once, but you didn’t even care. 

the degrading way that he spoke to you and fucked you, it was like nothing else. 

it was so exhilarating having him use you for his own pleasure, watching you as he’d fuck you over and over again, only wanting to please himself. 

it wasn’t something you wanted long term, but even once and a while, it was thrilling. 

“ha,” harry draws you back in. “i’ll take that bet mate, she’s so satisfied when i’m done with her, she passes out from exhaustion.” 

he opens the back door to the uber for you, helping you in.

he climbs in next to you, assuming george will take the front seat. 

“can i catch a ride with you guys?” calfreezy says, coming up to george and harry. 

“yeah no problem mate.” george says before walking around to the other side of the car. 

he gets in beside you, letting freezy have the passenger side. 

“cheers guys.” cal says as he gets into the seat, putting his seatbelt on. 

he starts directing the driver where to go, taking him the the hotel you were staying at.

george pushes his leg up against yours.

your saliva starts to pool in your mouth.

what in earth was he playing at?

harry’s hand grabs your thigh possessively. 

there was no question that you belonged to him. 

he wasn’t threatened by george, he just wanted to show him that you were his.

“good game lads.” freezy says, painfully unaware of the sexual tension between the three of you. 

harry just nods. he was so fed up with talking, and he didn’t know what would leave his mouth. 

“thanks cal. had the best manager in the world.” he’s beaming, clearly quite pleased with himself.

cal let’s out a chuckle. 

the rest of the ride is taken in relative silence, no one up for small talk. 

“just here, thanks mate.” cal says, pointing to the hotel. 

harry helps you out if the car after it comes to a stop. the four of you walk inside together, heading towards the elevator.

cal gets off at a different floor than you, leaving the three of you alone. 

“enjoy this mate.” harry says as you get into the hotel room. “after this you’re never seeing her naked again.” 

george raises his hands up in defence. 

harry starts to kiss you, putting his hands on you like he normally would.

grasping at your waist, his hands slide under the jersey.

he decided that he was going to leave it on, his name on your back. 

harry’s hands grab onto your waist, pushing you back towards the bed until your legs make contact. 

you grasp at the bottom of his shirt, wanting him to take it off.

he breaks up your kiss to pull the jersey over his head, showing you his sweaty body. 

god you loved looking at him. 

your eyes flicker to george. he’s now sat in a chair, watching the two of you.

harry takes your jeans off, dropping them too the floor. he starts to kiss your neck.

his hands travel up your back under the jersey, unclasping your bra. 

he drags it off of you from underneath the shirt. 

he pushes you onto the bed, your ass hitting the mattress.

he shrugs down his shorts, revealing the bulge in his boxers. 

“how’d you want it then?” he says, looking at you. 

“let me do the work harry.” you say, motioning for him to get onto the bed. 

he lies down and you climb on top of him, straddling him. 

george gets a nice view of your ass, harry’s name across your back. 

you pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. 

you push your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance. 

you take him inside of you, your hands on his chest. you arch your back as he fills you up, feeling impossibly full.

“oh my god harry.” you whine as you move up and down, grinding down on him. 

harry grips your waist, guiding you onto him. 

he eventually holds you still and starts thrusting from underneath you. 

you loved it when he took control like that, rolling his hips. 

“wanna see my name on your back.” he says, prompting you to get off of him, turning your back towards him before sliding back onto his erection.

you made eye contact with george as you fuck yourself on harry. 

george is palming himself through his shorts, wishing he could be under you instead.

“she looks like she could use a cock in her mouth.” george says. making eye contact with you. 

“fuck off george.” harry says, his hands gripping your hips so hard it hurts. 

“she seems to think other wise.” george can’t take his eyes off of you. he wanted to stuff your face, and wipe the smirk right off of it. 

“you want something in your mouth baby?” he asks you, still thrusting into you. 

“please harry.” you whimper, as george licks his lips. 

he stands up, waking over to the bed. he thrusts his thumb into your mouth and you start to suck on it. 

“fine, i guess you want to be treated like a whore.” harry says before pulling out of you.

he pushes you of his lap and into the arms of george before getting into his knees. 

he grabs your hips, pulling you back towards him so that you’re on all fours. 

“use her fucking mouth then. stupid slut.” harry pushes into you, spitting on your back. 

harry had never treated you like this before. he was usually so caring, so kind. he was afraid of hurting you. 

but now it was like a flip had switched, he wanted to be as rough as possible. 

if you wanted to be used, then he was going to use you. 

“fuck harry.” you moan out as george gets undressed, you start to salivate at the sight of his cock, ready for him to put it in your mouth. 

“shut her up. if i wanted to hear a two dollar hooker, i’d pull up porn on my phone.” harry’s voice rings out. 

you could feel yourself getting wetter every time he opened his mouth. his words went straight to your throbbing cunt, clenching around him. 

george does as he’s asked, kneeling in front of you. he lines up with your mouth and pushes into you. 

he doesn’t even bother to see if you’ll do any work, he just starts fucking your face, grabbing a fistful of your hair. 

“see even your boyfriend thinks you’re a dirty slut.” george says, looking down at you.

you look up at him, tears and mascara running down your cheeks. 

“oh look harry she’s crying.” george says in a fake whine. 

“too bad i don’t give a shit.” he lets out a short laugh as another tear rolls down your cheeks. 

harry is fuming on the inside, but wants to give you what you want so he holds his tongue. 

he’d give george a piece of his mind later. 

“i can’t believe you.” harry grunts, his hand snaking around your body to feel your clit. 

“such a stupid whore. desperate for more cock.” harry shakes his head. 

“maybe i should let all the lads have a turn with you. you’d fucking love it wouldn’t you.” harry says as he palms your ass.

you moan around george’s cock as he continues to shove it down your throat. 

spit falls out of your mouth, dripping down your chin.

the sight of you was positively lovely. george couldn’t get enough. 

“you’d love a train, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” george wipes the drool of your chin. 

“how many do you think you could handle?” george continues as he fucks your face. “i know some of them would love a piece of you.” 

harry’s thumb rubs tight circles into your skin, and you feel so close. 

“come on. i know you can.” harry feels you start to shake, he was desperate to feel you cum on his cock.

“you’re letting her finish?” george asks, looking over you at harry. “i thought stupid whores didn’t get to.” 

“fuck off george.” harry finally speaks his mind. a man of few words. he’d deal with him later. right now he was focus on making you cum undone.

“bold words to say to someone who’s cock is in your girlfriends mouth mate.” george laughs again. 

“do what you good at, and cum on my cock.” harry spits on your back again.

just like that you’re shaking around him, cumming on his cock, hard.

harry’s not far behind, emptying himself inside of you. 

just like that he pulls out of you, putting his hands in george.

“you can go to your hotel room, and have a wank mate.” harry says, shoving him off the bed. 

george scrambles to his feet, grabbing his clothes.

“what the fuck mate?” george says, pulling up his shorts.

“don’t ever talk about my girlfriend like that again.” harry continues as you watch on, your mouth still open. 

“now leave before i fuck you up.” harry puts on a pair of shorts before escorting george to the door. 

george barely has enough time to get dressed before he’s hurried out the door. 

he glances at you, still on the bed. 

harry slaps him across the face.

“don’t ever look at her again. you prick.” and just like that harry shuts the door in his face, leaving him in the hallway. 

“what was that?” you raise your eyebrow at harry. 

“no one talks to you like that, but me.” the look of anger in his eyes dying down. 

“that was hot.” you start to blush. 

“yeah?” he smirks at you. “did he hurt you at all?” 

“no.” you respond as harry wipes the tears from your cheeks.

“good. now get on your back, i wanna eat you out until you can’t take it anymore.” harry says, looking at you with lust. 

he wanted to fill your mouth with his own cock to give you a pallet cleanser, but he'd much rather be between your thighs.

you scramble onto your back, opening your legs up for him.

one round of rough sex was enough one night. you were more than happy to go back to lazy, feel good sex.

harry smirks at you before diving in between your legs.

his tongue swipes through your folds tasting a mixture of your fluids.

he didn't give a shit if he tasted his own release, he'd eat you anytime, anywhere.

"mmm harry." you whine, fisting his hair.

his strong arms grab your thighs, pulling them around his head.

he wanted to be as close to you as possible.

his nose nudges against your clit as he inserts his tongue inside of you.

"more harry." you whimper, trying to pull his face up higher.

his neck was much stronger than you expected, especially when you were in this state.

"i'll get there soon enough love, patience." harry says before returning his mouth to your slick cunt.

he liked to take his time. not that it bothered you, but you couldn't think clearly. your mind was hazy with lust.

harry continued to nudge his nose against your sensitive spot, he'd put his tongue on it soon enough, but he loved taking his time.

he snakes one of his hands between your thighs, replacing his mouth with two fingers.

his lips finally wrap around your clit and he sucks, hard.

you cry out, his fingers and mouth making you feel so good. he smiled to himself. he was half tempted to record you and send it to george.

if there was one thing harry knew how to do, it was satisfy you.

"fuck," you moan, harry curls his fingers into you.

you roll your hips against his face, his beard scratching against your skin.

he looks up at you and you almost come undone. that sweet look on his face.

fuck he just looked like he was meant to be there.

his fingers move faster, he was half tempted to add a third just to see how you'd take it.

"oh god harry." you mewl and he decides he will add another, putting his pointer finger with his middle and ring.

you whine incoherently as he stretches you out.

your eyes are tightly shut, focusing on your orgasm.

harry looks at you with admiration. he loved seeing you like this, wriggling under his touch.

one final curl on his fingers and you finish on them, your body pulsing.

harry doesn't stop, his lips stays on you, his fingers still inside of you.

"harry please, it's too much," you try to push him off of you but he just looks up at you, smirking.

god he was so full of himself.

harry will keep you shaking like that until you beg to stop.

eventually he helps you ride out, but once you're not shaking, he's back at it, lips wrapped around your clout, sucking hard.

he at least takes out one of his fingers, letting his ring and middle do the work, curling into you.

eventually he'd work to get his fist up there, but not tonight.

your mouth hangs open, mumbling profanities.

soon enough harry has you finishing again, convulsing over his body.

"please harry, no more, i'm done." you beg, trying to get him off of you.

"one more?" harry asks, his fingers still inside of you.

"no harry i can't do anymore." your body spent.

"fine." harry takes his fingers out of you before climbing onto you, letting his weight rest on you.

"mmm that's better." you pat his back.

"one more round? or should i wake you up with that instead?" harry whispers in your ear.

"wake me up with it." you sigh as harry rolls off of you.

you loved it when you woke up with his cock inside of you.

"maybe i'll eat it again after you pass out." there's a glint in his eyes.

"just don't wake me up until the morning," you smile at him shaking your head. you hated being waken up during the night.

you didn't know what harry did to you while you were sleeping, but you honestly didn't care, and you loved to be woken up with sex. the sounds of harry grunting in his morning voice were the best to be waken up to.

"right well." harry pulls you onto his chest. "go to sleep, we'll see what I wake you up with." he kisses your forehead.

as you drifted off to sleep, you knew there was no one who would ever treat you better than harry did.

[kendricklvr23]

guys i’m finishing up a harry george threesome for the charity match who’s excited🤭🤭

[kendricklvr23]

father figure

arthurtv x fem!reader

summary: your give your boyfriend a little reward after he preformed so well at the charity match.

content: smut 18+, unprotected pinv, sex tape, multiple rounds, thigh riding, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, just general degeneracy.

note: arthur did so well in the charity match i'm so proud of him. this is suuuuuper freaked out, hope you guys enjoy.

“so, you gonna win this afternoon?” you say, looking over at arthur. 

“i don’t know.” he looks a bit nervous. 

“come on sweetheart, you’re going to do fine.” you reassure him, doing your makeup in the mirror. 

“if you say so,” he scratches the back of his neck.

“so, what do you want if you win?” you raise your eyebrows at him, making eye contact with his reflection. 

“what are you offering?” he looks at you. 

“hmm, i’ll let you make a tape.” you suggest. arthur had been wanting to film you together for a while. 

you didn’t know if it was a good idea, but you trusted him, and he deserved some sort of reward if he did well. 

“really?” his eyes light up. “what if i score?” he walks up behind you, hands on your waist, kissing your neck.

“how about this, if you do something that impresses me, and your fotmob score is above 8.5, you can do what ever you want, and film it.” 

“mmm i like that.” he purrs against your neck, still kissing you. 

“we don’t have time for a quickie.” you say, putting the final touches on your face. “you’re getting picked up any minute.” 

you still had to get dressed, but you could do that after arthur left. 

“i can be done in quicker than a minute.” arthur laughs. he grinds his crotch up against your ass. 

“ha ha ha. i’m serious. get your stuff together.” but you don’t move away, his hands still caressing your waist. 

“just bend over the counter for me.” his hands move to untie your bathrobe

you and arthur fucked like rabbits. as much as the other guys dogged on him for being old, he had the libido of a 16 year old boy. 

“mmm arthur, you gotta go.” you lean into his touch, letting him drop your robe to the floor, leaving you bare, the cool air kissing your skin. 

he starts to caress your breasts. looking at your body in the mirror. 

“tell me to stop.” he says, making eye contact with you. 

you say nothing and just put your ass up in the air, bending over the counter. 

“fuck.” he groans, starting to drop his shorts. 

just then his phone rings, linger by the cranberries playing out. 

“shit.” he says before picking up the phone.

“yeah. alright. be down soon.” is all you hear, looking at him in the mirror.

“i’ve gotta go love.” he shakes his head, adjusting the bulge in his pants. 

“i told you so.” you shake your head, following him out of the bathroom into the main part of the hotel room. 

you sift through your suitcase, looking for your outfit. 

arthur takes his bag, already in his kit. 

he looked so good in that uniform. you were so proud of him. 

“good luck.” you smile at him. 

“i’ll see you after the match.” arthur makes sure you’re out of view of the door before opening it, leaving you alone. 

you wanted to drag him back into your hotel room and finish what you started, but his boys needed him. 

you were sure you’d get your fair share later.

you finish getting ready and meet up with liv and yasmin to go to the match together. 

you were sitting together even if your boyfriends were on different teams.

you were happy to spend time with them, liv especially was always such a good time. 

you found your seats, with a decent view of the pitch. you took some time to take some pictures together. 

you had matching jerseys with the boys numbers on them. 

it was fun to cosplay at a wag for the day, pretending like your boyfriend was a real football player. 

the match was more than entertaining. arthur ended up with three assists, leaving you beaming with pride. 

bach had also scored two goals, eliciting an amazing reaction from liv.

once the game had ended, you were taken to watch the boys receive their medals. 

arthur looked so adorable, smiling up at you as he got his medal around his neck.

they may not have won the match, but arthur certainly had impressed you with his playing. 

he also had ended up highly rated, sitting at an amazing 9.4. he was certainly your man (of the match.)

you took a picture of him, smiling down as he started to move through the stands.

your boyfriend had just played at wembley. you almost couldn’t believe it.

you watch as yasmin and liv take pictures of george and bach getting their medals.

eventually they lift up to trophy together, the crowd losing its mind. 

you couldn’t believe how much money they had raised for charity. it made you so pleased that arthur was a part of it. 

after the boys hold up the trophy, you and the other friends and family members were taken down to pitch. 

you got lots of photos of the boys together, especially chris and arthur. 

eventually everything was winding down and the boys started getting ready to leave in the dressing rooms.

arthur was off talking to someone and you were left alone with chris.

“i’m so proud of him y’know.” you say to chris. “he was so worried about this game, and how he would look.” 

“i know, but he played amazingly.” chris nods at you, looking over at arthur. 

“he was so selfless. my sweet boy.” you’re blushing, so happy for him.

“that’s just going to make the girls love him more.” chris cackles like he does. 

“as they should. i’m excepting more edits of him now.” you laugh. 

sometimes you liked watching edits of him. he always looked so good.

“you should say that on your story or something.” chris responds, still laughing. 

“hmm. maybe i will.” you smirk, pulling your phone out.

you open up instagram and start to make a new story. 

you pick one of the photos you took of arthur when he received his medal. 

you pick the song “father figure” by george michael and add the caption “expecting more edits asap.” 

you show chris what you’ve cooked up and he starts laughing again, hitting the post button.

“what are you too laughing about?” arthur asks, coming up to you after he’s done with his interview.

you show him your story, a smile playing up on your lips.

“ha ha ha.” he says, rolling his eyes.

“oh tiktok is going to go mental for this.” you say, shoving your phone back into your pocket. 

“let’s go back to the hotel. you have some promises to fulfil.” arthur says, taking you away from chris. there’s the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. 

“sorry, you’re not a winner.” you respond, giggling. 

“no no no. the other one.” he smirks at you. 

“why do you think you’ve impressed me?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“i know that look in your eyes.” he responds.

the two of you leave wembley together, arthur saying goodbye to everyone he sees. 

you get a car back to the hotel and arthur can’t take his eyes off of you in the back seat. 

he loved seeing you wear his number on your back. 

he would get you to keep it on the whole night if he didn’t love your naked body even more. 

“thanks mate.” he says, as you arrive at the hotel. 

there’s two of you leave the car, heading inside for the elevator. 

as soon as the doors close he starts to kiss your neck. 

“been thinking about what i want to do to you all game.” he groans in your ear. 

“gonna need you to take care of me.” he says as the elevator door opens.

you walk out together, walking towards your room. 

he wastes no time undressing you as soon as the door clicks shut. 

“wanna continue where we left off this morning.” he says, pushing you into the bathroom. 

you slot your lips against his, kissing him as he guides you into the bathroom. 

he drops your jeans to the floor, your panties following. 

his kit comes up over his head, his body looked amazing. so good you had to stare at him in the reflection. 

you bit your lip, slowly bending over the counter, ass in the air. 

“shit.” arthur says, shrugging his shorts and boxers off in one go.

he lines up behind you, desperate to push into you. 

his fingers dig into your hips, trying to ground you. 

his tip nudges up against your entrance. you weren’t as wet as he wanted you to be, but he couldn’t wait any longer. 

he pushed into you, inch by inch. 

the stretch was so delicious, you let out a low moan at the contact. 

“you’ve been waiting for this all match, huh baby?” arthur groans as he gets fully inside of you. 

he takes his time as he pulls out again, leaving it so just the tip is inside of you. 

without warning he slams back into you, pushing you into the counter. 

his hands grasp you so tightly you think there might be bruising tomorrow. 

he fucks you swiftly, moving in and out of you as fast as he can. 

he can’t stand to make it last. he needed to cum inside of you as soon as possible. 

he could take his time later, but now he needed to mark you. he couldn’t wait. 

“fuck arthur.” you whine as he hits your g spot over an over again. 

arthur fists your hair, pulling you up off the counter. “look at yourself.” he says. “watch as i fill you up.” 

you gasp as you feel him start to convulse, emptying himself inside of you. 

“arthur.” you whimper as he pulls out watching as his cum starts to drip down your leg. 

“we’re just getting started.” he says as you look up at him with wide eyes. 

“you promised i could film you.” he says before grabbing your waist, taking you into the bedroom.

he throws you onto the bed, leaving to go get his phone. 

by the time he sets it up he’s at full mast again, ready to go again. 

“are you gonna be a brat? or are you gonna do what i ask?” arthur says, staring a video before moving over to you. 

“depends what you ask.” you smirk at him. 

it’s like the camera isn’t even there. 

“i want you to ride my thigh.” he says before sitting down on the bed next to you.

“really?” you’re a but taken off guard, but you climb in top of him nonetheless, sitting on one of his toned legs. 

“what you to appreciate the legs that put goals in the net today.” he said, grabbing your hips. 

“should i call chris then?” you say, smirking at him. 

he slaps the smile off your face. 

“don’t test me.” he says, taking your chin in his hand. 

you jut your bottom lip out.

“go on. fuck yourself on my leg.” he continues, hand leaving your chin to grab your waist again.

you roll your hips experimentally. 

the friction felt good so you kept going, getting yourself off in arthur’s thigh. 

one of his hands moves up your back, before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. 

you continue to grind against him, coating his thigh in a combination of your slick and his cum. 

his long leg hair teases your clit, as you push down, desperate for pressure. 

“that’s it. finish on my leg sweetheart.” arthur gropes your breasts, mostly for his own enjoyment. 

but he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, needing you to finish on him. 

“oh god arthur.” you moan, so close. 

“come on baby. give it to me.” he says, one of his hands leaving to palm your ass.

one final rolls of your hips has waves of pleasure coursing through your body. 

you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders, trying to ground yourself. 

“it’s alright love.” he says, holding you tightly.

he’d give you a minute before he started fucking you again. he wasn’t a monster.

he lays you down, getting up from the bed.

“where are you going?” you ask. there was no way he was done with you yet. he’d want at least another two rounds. 

“give me a minute.” he says, walking into the bathroom. 

he comes back with his one of his practice jerseys, holding it in his closed fist. 

“you’re gonna wear this.” he says, putting it on backwards so that “arthurtv” is displayed across your chest.

“you like it when i wear your number?” you look up at him. 

the shirt smelled like him. something about his scent had you going feral. 

“i like it even more when you shut up and listen to what i tell you to do.” he shakes his head. 

you don’t respond, just look up at him in awe. 

“no witty come back?” he says, kneeling between your legs. 

“don’t know if i want you to hit me again.” you smirk. 

“well i’ll do that anyway.” he says before grabbing a pillow from behind your head, positioning it under you ass. 

“i know you love it.” he continues as he puts your legs onto his shoulders, he loved this angle, loved how deep he could get while looking at you. 

“you gonna fuck me? or just sit there looking at me.” you say as he watches you intently.

he palm makes contact with your cheek again. 

“i’ll look at you for as long as i like, thank you very much. i’ve earned it.” he says, still not fully believing that the girl under him, wearing his jersey, is his. 

“why dont i get to wear your game shirt?” you challenge, recognizing the one you have on as the practice kit.

“oh, you’ll see.” he says before finally pushing into you.

“thank god.” you whine as arthur fills you up, thrusting his cock in and out of you. 

“mine.” he mumbles. “all mine.” he’s staring at your breasts, watching as they bounce up and down under his name. 

“who do you belong to?” he demands, still pushing in and out of you. 

your moan incoherently, completely cock drunk. 

he hits you again across the face. 

“i said, who do you belong to?” arthur asks the question again.

“you arthur. i’m yours.” you whine, eyes rolling back. 

he slaps your face again. 

“look at me. stop moaning like a whore.” he says, shaking his head. 

“please arthur.” you whine, making eye contact with him.

“i don’t think i’ll let you cum again.” he says, still thrusting into you.

usually he’d have added pressure to your clit by now, wanting to help you get there, but he wasn’t sure if you deserved it.

“arthur i’m yours. please. i deserve it.” you whimper.

“what makes you think that?” he looks down at you.

“i’ve been so good. for you. always for you.” you mewl, trying not to sound like a pornstar even though he is recording you. 

“maybe i will. not for you, but because i like it when you cum on my cock.” he says, applying pressure to your clit. 

the feeling of you pulse around him was like nothing else. if this was his ultimate reward, he sure wanted that to be a part of it.

his thumb creates tight circles against your skin, trying to put you over the edge. 

the fabric of his top brushes your nipples as you bounce up and down, creating extra stimulation. 

all of that made you cum, hard. 

just as you finish all over arthur, he hits his own climax, spurts of hot liquid filling you up.

“holy shit.” he groans, filling you up again. 

eventually he pulls out, letting your knees drop to either side of him. 

he kneels in front of you, admiring your puffy cunt.

“not done quite yet.” he says as you pant. “give me one more round.” 

“ok arthur.” you nod. 

“maybe you are a good girl after all.” he smirks at you.

his gives you a kiss, your lips melting together. 

a few minutes and he was good to go again.

“alright love, all fours. face the camera.” he has, helping you get into position. 

you stare at his phone as he lines up behind you. 

you’d never done it this way before, usually he was the one at the end of the bed.

“turn the shirt around.” he says, pulling you upright. 

you switch the jersey so now arthur’s name was across your back. 

“smile for the camera sweetheart.” he says as he pushes into you again. 

he wastes no time getting up to speed, fucking your relentlessly. 

he always lasted the longest by the third round, so he could fuck you however he wanted to.  

“oh my god arthur.” you cry out. the feeling was incredible. 

his hands were all over you, feeling your body. he slide them under his jersey. you looked so small in it. 

he lands a smack in your ass, making you yelp. 

“you want to scream like a whore, i’m gonna treat you like one.” he says, palming your ass. 

he wanted to hit it until it turned bright red. but you looked better in black anyway. 

maybe if he played for the youtube all stars he make your skin as red as the kit. 

you face starts to rest on the bed, you hope he won’t notice, but of course he does.

he fists your hair again, pulling you off the mattress. 

“look at the camera.” his hand leaves your hair to grab your hip, allowing him to fuck you harder. 

you make eye contact with the camera. you wish you could see what you looked like.

there was something thrilling about being watched. even if the video was just for arthur. 

you bit your lip, trying not to make lewd noises. the sound of your skin hitting arthur’s as he thrust into you was lewd enough. 

at this point he slide in out of you so easily. 

you were so wet, and you could hear it. 

arthur stopped looking at the camera to watch himself go in and out of you. 

“i fucking own you.” he growls, he toned body pushing in and out of you. 

“please arthur. i can’t take anymore.” you whimper, dropping your head.

“you’ll take as much as i want to give you.” he says, fingers digging into your hips. “look at the fucking camera.”

you raise your head, tears falling down your cheeks. 

“please, i’m done.” you beg, unable to keep your head up.

“you’re done when i tell you you are.” arthur wasn’t stopping until you used the safe word. he fists your hair again, holding you head up for you. 

“i can’t give you any more.”

“yes you can.” he says, he’d hold your head up for the rest of it if he had to. 

his other hand snakes around your body, feeling for your clit. 

he applies pressure to your skin, desperate to have you finish again. 

“don’t make me.” you whimper.

“i’ll do whatever i want with you. you’re mine.” he spits on your back.

“tell the camera how much you love this. you stupid whore.” he’s close, almost ready to finish again. 

“i love being yours arthur.” you whine. “i love it when you fuck me.” 

“damn right you do.” he pinches your clit, causing you to scream. 

it was all too much. it left you trembling under him. cumming again. 

you came so hard it hurt. but god did you love the pain. 

just as arthur’s about to cum, he pulls out, stroking himself until he finishes on your back, coating his jersey in his cum. 

how someone could produce that much bodily fluid, you had no idea, but he always seemed to have more cum for you. 

“that’s why you’re in my practice kit.” he says. watching as his cum seeps into the fabric. 

“please tell me we’re done now.” you say as arthur lets go of your hair. 

“for now.” he says, letting you collapse into your stomach.

“here sweetheart.” he helps you lie on your back with your head at the head board.

he doesn’t take his cum soaked jersey off your body. instead he lets you sleep in it, he wanted to wake up to you in it. 

“you did so well.” he kisses your forehead.

he leaves your side to turn his phone off, grabbing it to put it on the bedside table.

“thank you.” he says to you, but you’re already fast asleep, all tuckered out. 

he chuckles to himself.

he wraps his arms around your body, ready to drift off next to you. 

he sure was gonna enjoy watching that video back. 

[kendricklvr23]

funny they’re on a bus because there’s a train leaving the station…

[kendricklvr23]

give him the man of the match NOW. he deserved a goal so bad.

[kendricklvr23]

temptation

prof!arthurtv x student!fem!reader

summary: your hot professor takes you home after class.

content: smut 18+, protected pinv, praise kink, sir kink, age gap (20s-30s), reassurance, poorly proofread.

note: please can this man have his wicked way with me🙏 also marge there is a mention of orientalism by said in here if you want to read to that point.

you had, a bit of a crush on your professor. 

he was young, good looking, witty, and it seemed like he truly cared about you. 

you loved talking with him in his office hours, or when he’d call on your in class. 

he just seemed to get you. 

your friends would tease you about him, some of them even jealous of the relationship that you built. 

they knew you had a thing for him, but you constantly denied it.

you wanted him, so badly. however, it was so unlikely that he reciprocated. i mean of course he wouldn’t. he was ten years your senior! 

and that’s what you had thought until that day in the rain. 

you’re standing at the bus stop, coat pulled up over your head.

you saw a car pull up and stop out of your peripheral, and someone called your name.

you looked up to see your professor, in his car, his warm and dry car. 

“hi professor frederick.” you give him a small wave.

“come on, get in, i’ll give you a lift.” he yells out through the open window. 

you walk up to his car, bending down to speak to him. 

“oh i couldn’t ask you to sir, the bus will be here any minute.” you smile at him sheepishly. 

“well you’re not asking, i’m offering,” he unlocks the door. 

“are you sure?” you tilt your head. 

“course i am, now get in before you get any wetter.” 

little did he know, getting into his car would make you wetter than you were outside of it.

“thank you so much sir.” you say as you buckle up your seat belt. 

“well it’s the least i could do for my star student,” he flashes a smile at you, “now, where are we heading?” 

“oh, i’m just on william and church.” you fiddle with your hands in your lap, your bag at your feet. 

“how funny!” he starts, “i’m on william and george.” george was the street next to church. you’d never realized how close you were. 

but now that you thought about it, you did recognize the car.

“what a coincidence!” it made you feel a lot better about accepting a lift, at least this way he wouldn’t be going out of his way. 

“so, how are you finding the most recent paper?” he switches to school immediately. “i haven’t had you come to my office hours to discuss it yet.” 

you liked to run over every with him before completing your final essay. usually taking your first draft to him.

“to be honest sir i haven’t gotten around to it yet, i’ve been quite busy.” your cheeks start to blush. 

“of course! i understand, finals season can be tough.” he nods, remembering it like it was yesterday. “let me know if you need an extension, i know how good of a student you are.” 

he looks over at you, giving you a smile. 

“thank you sir, but i should be able to manage.” you return the smile.

“then i expect to see you in my office hours on thursday.” 

“well sir, i actually had to pick up an extra shift at the cafe i work at, so im afraid i won’t be able to make it this week.” you say. “i was planning on emailing you to ask for another time but it slipped my mind.” 

“right, well no worries, of course i’ll see you some other time. just let me know.” he makes the turn onto william. 

“thank you, i appreciate it sir.” you can see your house coming up.

“it’s what im here for.” he responds, looking up at the road.

“this one’s mine here,” you point to the house you shared with your four roommates.

“ah, lovely,” he pulls into the on street parking. 

“thank you for the ride. can i invite you in for tea?” you were mostly saying it to be polite, it was what your mother told you was right. 

“actually i’d love a cup of tea, you can tell me what you thought about said.” professor frederick unbuckles his seatbelt. 

“ok!” you really hadn’t expected him to agree, but you sure weren’t complaining.

you show him inside, taking his coat. 

“you can sit anywhere, make yourself at home.” you leave him in the living room to go to the kitchen to make tea. 

you come back with a tray, mugs, sugar, milk. you set it down on the coffee table.

you find arthur reading one of your books you had left in the living room.

“do you like ovid?” you ask him, seeing the book in his hand. 

“you have good taste.” he nods at you, putting the book back where he got it from.

“thank you.” rouge spreads across your cheeks. “so about edward said.” you say, picking up orientalism from your book shelf. 

“you have a physical copy.” he says, looking slightly surprised. most students just downloaded the readings online, not that he could blame them, books were getting to be expensive. 

“oh, this is not the first time i’ve read this.” you sit down in a chair next to your professor.

you couldn’t sit next to him on the couch, it would be too weird.

“really? personal interest, or in other classes?” he takes his mug from the tray, filling his cup with milk and sugar. 

“both in a way? a professor recommended it to me as further reading in another course i took.” you look at the cover. “but i had heard about it before.” 

“it’s quite a popular piece of work, for good reason.” arthur brings the mug to his lips, sipping on the tea. 

“this class made me look at it differently though. i think i got more out of it this time around.” you reach for your own mug, adding milk and sugar. 

“how so?” arthur looks over at you with curiosity. 

you start to ramble on about the west, trying to impress him. 

he nods along, looking like he’s listening intently. but his mind is elsewhere. his eyes trail your slightly damp hair, your soaked shirt. 

as you wind down your thought process you notice your professor staring at you. 

“oh my god.” you burst out, cheeks turning red. “let me go get changed! i’m so sorry.” 

you stand up, getting ready to walk to your room. 

“oh that’s alright, i just wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.” arthur smiles at you. 

the gears are turning in his head, he’s trying to find a way to ask to come to your room, but he’s unsure how to do it.

“would you mind showing me your room?” he asks, and your eyes widen. 

“i like to see my students workspaces, it helps me understand them more.” he looks up at you. 

“oh yeah! sure!” you find yourself silently thanking you roommates for wanted to have a laundry party yesterday. 

“follow me.” you say, walking up the stairs. 

arthur follows behind you, enjoying the view of the back of you as you walk away from him. 

you open the door to your room, showing him your space. 

it was small, but you had enough room for a twin bed, your dresser, a desk, and you had a closet. 

“sorry about the mess.” papers and books were scattered all over your desk.

“no, no. i mean you’ve seen my office.” arthur chuckles, looking around. 

“you have good taste in music.” he says, pointing at your david bowie and lana del rey pictures on the wall. 

“oh thank you!” you start to rifle through your closet, looking for something professional to put on.

arthur moves to your bedside table, looking at your pile of books. 

“hmmmm, and what’s this book about?” arthur holds up a steamy romance novel with the picture of a half naked man on the front. 

“oh!“ you blush. “sometimes i like to read romance novels, helps me sleep.” 

arthur sits down on your bed. 

“what kind of romance?” he asks, cocking and eyebrow. 

“oh you know, regency era, fantasy, mystery, whatever catches my eye.” you stare at the floor, unable to make eye contact with him. 

“what about, age gap romances?” he looks up at you through his eyelashes. 

you were doing everything you could to keep it together, but you squeezed your thighs, unable to control your sexual urges. 

you take a step towards him. 

“or maybe, professor student relationships?” he gave you a smirk, and it was over.

your feet walk towards him, bending over to kiss him. 

at first he doesn’t respond, and it makes you nervous, but a moment later he kisses you back, claiming your mouth with his own. 

his hands move to your waist, pulling you towards him. 

he helps you into his lap, allowing you to straddle him. 

his lips trail down you neck, sucking and nipping at your skin while you pant. 

he breaks away from you, only for a moment to remove your shirt before kissing your lips again. 

holy shit

your prof, your extremely hot prof, was undressing you. 

you felt like you were going to wake up any moment. 

his rough hands touch your bare skin, grasping at your waist. 

his hands move up your back, reaching your bra to unclasp it.  he lets it fall from your chest, exposing your breasts to the cool air.

he rolls one of your nipples in between his finger and his thumb, lips kissing your neck. 

“professor frederick” you moan his name, eyes rolling back. 

that made him hot. he loved knowing about the power he held over you, loved hearing you say it. 

you grab at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to take his hands off of you, hurrying to unbuttoning it.

“it’s one of my nicer ones.” a slight rouge comes to his cheeks as he removes his shirt. 

but you don’t care. 

you watch as he shrugs off the button up revealing his toned body. 

you don’t even think, your fingers reaching out to feel his abs. 

“holy shit.” you say under your breath. 

he was well fit, in incredible shape.

“you like what you see?” arthur raises his eyebrow at you. 

“yes. sir.” you deliberately pause in between the two words. 

you bit your lip as you hold onto the prolonged eye contact. 

that made him rock hard. he could listen to you call him sir all day. 

you start to grind down on him, moving your hips, desperate for friction. 

he starts to kiss you again, biting your bottom lip before inserting his tongue into your mouth. 

he couldn’t help himself. he was so tempted to rip your clothes off and fuck you proper. he wanted to hear you mumble incoherently, unable to form full sentences.

he wanted you to prevent you from walking tomorrow.

but most of all, he wanted to leave you begging for more. to make you a needy mess, unable to live without him. 

he wanted you to be utterly and completely his. 

“professor.” you beaks away from the kiss, sounded almost meek.

“hmm?” he looks at you. 

“can i… suck you off?” your cheeks turn bright red as you look down. 

arthur takes a moment to compose himself. he almost couldn’t believe you were asking. 

“i have a better idea.” he responds, grasping at the button of your jeans.

“you’ll lie down for me won’t you?” he motions for you to stand up, before dropping your pants to the floor. 

you nod, blushing. you lie down in your bed on your back. 

arthur removes his slacks, leaving him in his boxers. 

you can see the outline of his erect cock through his underwear.

“i have condoms. in my drawer.” you say, pointing to your nightstand. 

“you do this often?” he smirks, reaching into the drawer to grab one.

“oh no.” your face in a permanent state of rouge. “just like to be prepared, that’s all.” 

you’d got the clap once, never again.

he nods. he shoves his boxers down his gorgeous thighs, drawing attention to how muscular he was. 

god he looked good. and he was naked. in your room. about to have sex with you.

someone should pinch you. 

he gets onto your bed, kneeling between your legs. he puts the condom down, using his hands to drag your panties down your legs, discarding them.

“so beautiful.” he breathes out, admiring your naked figure. 

he finally picks the condom back up, unwrapping it quickly. 

you watch as he rolls it onto his thick cock, happy that it even fits him. 

“you ready?” he asks, moving in top of you, his arms in either side of your shoulders, holding him up. 

you nod attentively, legs in the air. 

“use your words.” he nudges his tip against your entrance. 

“please sir. i need you.” you whine, desperate to feel him inside of you. 

without another word he thrusts into you, filling you up with his cock. 

“oh god.” you’re whimpering, feeling so full, stretching around him. 

“such a good girl.” he purrs in your ear before pulling out to push back into you again.

“you like that?” arthur smirks at the pornographic sounds leaving your mouth.

you respond with more moaning, mewling around him. 

he moves into a steady rhythm, ducking you over and over again. 

you can hear the sound of skin slapping, the scent of sex filling the air. 

you nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing him in. 

a grin spreads across arthur’s face. you were his. mind, body, and soul. 

“so good f’me.” he groans. “my favourite student.” 

his praise hits you hard. you clench around him, desperate to please him. 

“sir, please.” your eyes rolling back. 

“what do you want angel? you wanna cum?” his voice sounds so rich. it was intoxicating, your brain felt fuzzy. 

he positions himself so he’s more upright, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

his strong hands start to caress your legs sensually. his dominate hand trails between the two of you, his thumb applying pressure to where you’re most sensitive. 

he watches how you react focusing on your body. 

you looked so good underneath him. 

he wanted nothing more then to make you his forever. 

he was half tempted to take the condom off.

he watches as your breasts bounce from each thrust, his hand reaching out to grasp one. 

he brushes your nipple again with his thumb, stimulating your entire body. 

you start to shake, feeling your climax approaching. 

“mmf. so close.” your hands grasp at the sheets, trying to keep yourself grounded. 

“come on sweetheart, you’ve been so good.” his eyes look at yours. yours are tightly shut, your nose contorted. 

“you deserve it.” he purrs, thumb creating tight circles against your skin. 

with that you finish around him, shuddering under the intense pleasure.

arthur isn’t far behind you, cum spurting out into the condom. 

he wanted it to be inside of you, he wanted to watch his cum drip out of you, only to push it back in. 

but there would be time for that. now that you had submitted to him, there was no going back. 

you were his now, whether you wanted to be or not. 

he pulls out of you, taking his time, savouring the way you feel. 

he removes the condom, tying it before tossing it in your bin. 

“c’mere.” he lies down in your twin bed, pulling your naked body into his. 

he starts to run his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead.

“you did so well.” he’s beaming down at you. 

your head rests on his chest, arm splayed out across his stomach.

you sit like that for a while, enjoying each others company, not saying much of anything.

eventually you hear a knock on your door.

“are you coming down for dinner?” your roommate calls from the other side. 

you sit straight up, as reality comes crashing down on you.

“oh shit.” you say, coming to grasps with the situation. 

“hey, it’s alright.” he smiles at you. “i can go.” he strokes your arm reassuringly.

“no, it’s not that. i just, i don’t know, aren’t you like, not supposed to do this sort of thing?” you’re stumbling over your words, struggling to get to the point. 

“don’t worry about me.” he kisses your head. “what happens in my bedroom, or yours, is not the concern of the university.” 

“oh, ok. well, you can uh, stay for dinner if you want, unless you have other plans.” your face turns beet red.

“that would be very nice.” he stands up, starting to redress himself.

you nod, standing up to move to your closet, trying to find some dry clothes. 

you eventually open your door, ready to face your housemates. 

arthur knew he'd keep coming back, the temptation was too enticing to ever stop.

you hadn't realised what you had gotten yourself into, but there were certainly worse predicaments to be in.

sometimes it pays to be the teachers pet.

[kendricklvr23]

vice

toxicbf!willne x fem!reader

summary: you and will are nothing but bad for each other, but you just can't seem to get enough.

content: smut 18+, unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), rough sex, hair pulling, minor choking (don't do it), toxic relationship.

note: i don't even know if i like this but it's getting posted anyway, sorry marge.

when it hurts this good, you gotta play it twice. 

another vice. 

you’re sitting at a fancy restaurant. all dressed up in a pretty black label.

god he looked good. you told yourself you were done, but here you were. 

sweet salvation on the dining room table.

you and will were no good for each other, you both knew it.

you thought it would end after he threw a chair at you from across the room after you hung out with another guy. or after you got into your thirtieth screaming match.

but you kept crawling back. the numb and the lonely.

something about will always left you wanting more. 

“i’m sorry about the other night.” will says, looking up at you over his menu. 

“i know.” you leave it at that. you didn’t know if you wanted to forgive him yet. 

“i get a bit jealous. but i’ve been seeing someone now, therapist or whatever. and i’m getting better.” he scratches the back of his neck. 

“right.” you can’t look into his eyes. 

“i promise i’ll be better for you.” his hand reaches for your across the table.

“ok.” it’s over. you look into his eyes and you’re done. god you don’t even want dinner anymore. you want him to take you home and fuck your brains out. 

it’s gone before it ever melts the ice.

“you know what you want to order?” he asks, looking at your menu. 

“not really that hungry.” you say, twisting your hair with your fingers. 

“me neither.” he says. 

the rest is a blur. 

will tells the waiter you’ve changed your mind, you’re not feeling well, something like that. he walks you to his car, opening the door for you.

he’s reckless on the drive home but it makes you feel something. he’s flying, you see the speedometer creeping up. your heartbeat races. it just makes you want him more. 

another vice. said you wouldn’t do it but you did it again.

you get into his flat and his lips are on yours. his hand cradling the back of your neck. 

“fuck i missed you.” he’s panting, lips brushing up against your cheek. 

he doesn’t want to wait anymore, he’s been doing enough of that.

he drags your dress down your body. you put on a lacy little number, knowing this was how it would end. 

will doesn’t even pay any attention to it. he unclips your bra and leaves it on the floor. 

he kisses you like he’s starving for it, pushing you into his bedroom.

it hurts so bad. but it feels so good. 

he shoves you onto his bed, his tie coming off. he unbuttons his shirt so frantically you can hear one of the buttons pop off. 

he drops his dress pants to the floor, before coming towards you, kissing you, biting your lip. 

it was intoxicating.

his hands rip your underwear clean off your body. you were used to him being rough. 

the sound of fabric ripping mixes in the air with your panting. 

you and will never did do much talking. 

“turn around.” will directs, dropping his boxers to the ground. 

he was already fully hard, desperate to be inside of you again. 

you get on your knees, turning away from him. you let your face rest on the pillow, ready to take whatever he was going to give you. 

you feel his slender finger trace your entrance. 

usually he would take his time. he loved to eat you from the back, but not today. today he needed it. 

he spits on his palm, stroking himself before lining up behind you. 

he pushes into you, taking his time. 

“fuck.” he groans, stopping as he’s fully inside of you.

he sits like that for a moment, savouring it.

“will. move. please.” you whine from underneath him. 

he fulfils your wish, pulling out so just the tip remains inside of you before slamming back into you. 

it’s animalistic the way he thrusts into you, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. 

“oh god.” you moan, feeling wills fingers on your hips. 

he grasped you so tightly you could tell he would leave a bruise. 

his eyes were fixated on where of the two of you met. he loved watching his cock fill you up. 

“who do you belong to?” he grunts, moving erratically. 

the words barely register. you can’t think while he’s desecrating you like that. 

you let out some sort of low groan, but that doesn’t satisfy him. 

will’s arm come up around your chest, pulling yo ur back towards him.

“i said.” he growls in your ear. “who do you belong to?” his arm applying slight pressure to your neck. 

“you, will. i belong to you.” you voice comes out in some sort of strangled whimper, but will understands you this time. 

he lets you go and you fall back onto the mattress. 

one of his hands is on your hips, but the other moves down your body to start roughly groping your breast. 

he continues his relentless pace, fucking you deep and hard.

he rolls your nipple in between two of his fingers, pinching it in the process. 

“will!” you scream, feeling overwhelmed. 

“let me hear you darling.” he pants, pulling your hair enough to lift your face up. 

“fuck.” your eyes roll back. 

his hand leaves your hair to curl around your neck. 

he squeezes it lightly, causing you to gag. 

his hand moves up your face, putting his thumb into your mouth.

you suck on it, keeping it in your mouth. 

will continues to pound into your ass, feeling close. 

he takes his thumb out of your mouth to reach around your body, applying pressure to your clit. 

your face is slumped back into the pillows, your lips red and puffy. 

will fucks you harder, desperate to finish. 

his tight circles against your skin make you finish, shaking around his cock. 

all of a sudden will pulls out, stroking himself frantically before cumming on your back.

“didn’t wanna risk it.” he mumbles, moving away from you to go get a towel. 

he eventually returns, cleaning off his cum as you’re slumped on his bed. 

“c’mere.” he pulls your body into his, kissing your forehead.

you head on his chest, you curl up into his body. 

“i’m gonna be better for you, i promise.” 

and for a small moment. you almost believe it. 

you knew you’d be back tomorrow night.