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[georgesclarkey]

FUZZY PINK HANDCUFFS, c. dixon

you “arrest” your boyfriend chris at your concert for being too hot. he keeps the handcuffs, so you decide to use them when you get home.

content/warnings: smut (18+), popstar!reader, slightly sub!chris, established relationship, light bondage (fuzzy handcuffs), dry humping, chris cumming in his boxers, whimpering

notes: this was originally a george fic, but i changed it to chris because i felt like the vibes fit him better. but lmk if you want some sub!george in the future… based on sabrina’s juno arrests on the short n sweet tour!

YOU TOOK A QUICK SIP OF WATER, LOOKING OUT AT THE WEMBLEY CROWD. It had been a great show so far, but before you played the song "Juno" you typically took a short break to talk to the crowd.

It was a cute tradition you had started on this tour, where you "arrested" someone for being too hot with fuzzy pink handcuffs, referencing a lyric from the song. Sometimes you would arrest a fan, a celebrity, or a friend who was in attendance. But no matter who you arrested, it was just a fun way to do some crowd work during the concert.

"How are we feeling so far, London?!" you turn the microphone to the crowd as they erupt with cheers.

It never fails to fill you with glee when you get to play to any crowd, especially when the crowd is as loud as London had been so far this evening. This was the last show of the tour and the crowd was clearly shaping up to be the best of the entire tour. But you may be a bit partial.

Not only were a lot of your close friends in the VIP box tonight, but your boyfriend was there, too. Chris had come to a few shows in other cities, but you had yet to arrest him during your "Juno" segment because you were waiting for the perfect time.

"London, I can't lie. There's a lot of attractive people in the audience tonight..." you said, twirling your hair around your finger playfully. "You lot are making me nervous!"

You laughed as the crowd went crazy again. When they simmered down a bit, you spoke again. "But I've gotta be honest with you, London. Someone here tonight has caught my attention..."

You made your way to where you knew Chris would be. He was standing right at the edge of the stage, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably when you stopped and pointed at him.

"Oh my God!" you said as the red and blue lights began to flash and police siren sounds began to play. "You, Sir. I've had my eyes on you all night! What's your name?"

When his face appeared on the screens throughout the arena, the crowd went insane. Chris flushed red as a spotlight turned on and pointed at him, ensuring everyone in the crowd had their eyes on him. When the crowd quieted a bit, Chris cupped his mouth with his hands, yelling "Chris!"

"Wow." You bring your hand up to your face, fanning yourself with it. "Chris. That has a nice ring to it." You tapped your chin, turning to the rest of the crowd. "London, doesn't that have a nice ring to it?" Chris tries to act humble, laughing as the crowd goes crazy once again.

"Listen, Chris. I have something to give you. Did you know that it's cuffing season?" you ask, kneeling near the edge of the stage where Chris was standing. You dangled a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs from your finger, and Chris instantly stuck his wrists out, like he was ready for you to actually put them on him, making you laugh.

"Oh, wow. You seem very eager!" you said, chuckling. Somehow, in the crowded stadium, this moment felt like it was just you and Chris. "Well, these are for you, Chris," you said, handing the handcuffs down to Chris. He took them, his warm touch brushing against your hand.

"Hopefully you can give me that ChrisMD later," You said with a wink. The crowd roared at your crude pun as you stood up. You watched as Chris's face flushed pink, not expecting you to say something like that.

"Alright, I'll end his suffering," you said as the backing track for the next song started playing. "This next song is called 'Juno!' It's dedicated to Chris!"

Back at home, Chris was basically waiting for you by the door. When you were finally home, he jumped up to greet you.

"God, you were great tonight," Chris said the second you stepped into the house. It obviously took you a bit longer to leave the venue than it did him, so Chris went home with friends. Since then, he had been pacing the living room floor, thinking about you and those damn handcuffs.

Chris wrapped his arms around you, backing you against the door as he peppered kisses across your neck and collarbone.

"Thank you, Chris," you said with a giggle. You put both your hands on Chris's shoulders, pushing him back a bit. He looked down at you with lust in his eyes. "At least let me walk in the door though, love."

"Fine," Chris grumbled, taking a step back. You walked through the house and toward your shared bedroom, your bag slung over your shoulder. He followed behind you like a lost puppy.

"The crowd loved you, Chris. They were so loud!" you said as you unpacked your bag. When you turned around, you had a sneaky look on your face. "What did you do with those handcuffs?"

Chris smirked, reaching into his back pocket and pulling them out. He let them dangle from his finger, just like you had a few hours ago on stage, when you were giving them to him.

"I'm glad you kept those," you said, taking slow steps toward Chris. He gulped when you reached him and touched the handcuffs. "What were you planning on doing with them?"

Chris shook his head, stuttering. "I, uh, don't—"

"Good," you said, taking the handcuffs from him assertively. "I've got an idea."

The look in Chris's eyes was a mix of desire and morbid curiosity. You were a pillow princess to your core, so neither of you were used to you exploring your more dominant side. However, tonight those handcuffs had you feeling some type of way.

Chris's mouth went dry as you backed him toward the bed. He felt your gaze rake across his body, eyes settling on the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Babe…" you said, your hand toying with the waistband of his sweats. As your fingers dipped just underneath his sweatpants, Chris’s breath hitched. "You need to lose these trousers."

Chris didn’t even hesitate. He untied the drawstring and removed them quickly. You were pleased when you saw the already hard ridge of him through his boxers, showing you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

Chris sat on the bed, back against the headboard. You followed, straddling his lap. Chris hummed as you ground down against him.

You leaned down and kissed Chris messily. Your mouthes worked together into a hot and sloppy kiss. Your tongue dipped inside his mouth and your hands danced through his curly hair.

You grabbed the hem of Chris’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Beneath you, Chris was left in just his boxers, while you were above him still fully dressed. When Chris notices this, he reaches up to the hem of your top.

"No, no," you said, leaning back from his grasp. You reached beside him and grabbed the handcuffs once again. "Put your hands together."

He knit his brows together. "Are you actually going to—"

"Chris," you said, more stern now. He gulped, but then he did it. You smirked as you felt Chris’s erection beneath your core, knowing that he was getting off on this too.

You moved his arms above his head and clasped the handcuffs around his wrists, leaving his wrists restrained to the headboard. He was below you, completely at your mercy. His eyes were full of lust, ready for you to do whatever you want to him.

Suddenly he's attacking you in a kiss again. His wet kisses trailed from your mouth and down your jawline and toward your neck. But you weren't having it. Chris gasped as you slipped your hands into his hair and tugged his head back.

His eyes met yours and his pupils were blown out, full of need. Desire, for you and only you. He tried to lean forward to kiss your neck, but your grip strengthened in his hair, forcing a whimper from his lips.

"You get what I give you," you said, letting go of your hold on Chris’s hair. He gulped, looking at you in a whole new light. Your dominant side was coming out in full force now, and the tightness in Chris’s boxers showed just how much he liked what you were doing.

You dragged your hands down Chris’s chest, your fingers roaming the hard ridges of his abs. You paused just before your fingers dipped into his boxers.

He just looked at you, practically squirming with need. "Reader… please."

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were extremely aware of Chris’s hardness below you, giving you an idea.

You swayed your hips, grinding down on Chris’s erection. Even through your clothes, his hardness hit all your sweet spots. He let out a groan, throwing his head back against the headboard.

"Come on, baby," you breathed out, leaning in mere centimeters from Chris’s mouth. "Can you come for me? I don’t need to touch you, do I?"

"Baby, I—"

You cut him off as you start to grind your hips harder now. He instantly starts falling apart, turning into a moaning, groaning mess below you.

You connect your lips to his, swiping your tongue across his lip as you continue with the rhythm you set with your hips, determined to make him come through his pants.

As you continue to grind down, the hard ridge of him hits your clit again and again. Even through your clothes, it was amazing.

The intensity of the moment builds and builds until Chris’s head falls back, his whole body going rigid. His mouth falls open, and you watch as his orgasm falls over him.

A warm sense of pride grows in your chest as you feel his release. He loves you so much that he came without you laying a finger on him. That made you feel things, to say the least.

"Oh my God," Chris laughed drily, looking up at his still-bound hands. "We are definitely doing this again."

You laugh, leaning down to press a short, sweet kiss to his lips. "Oh we definitely will."

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[georgesclarkey]

YOUR PREGNANCY JOURNEY, a. frederick

yours and arthur’s pregnancy journey through the lens of social media.

content/warnings: smau, dad!arthur, established relationship (fiancés), pregnancy themes

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Soft Intimacy- Arthur Fredrick

Summary- Arthur has always been painfully gentle with you — patient, careful, impossible not to love. But after months of wanting him, one night finally pushes both of you past the point of restraint.

Content- smut, fluff, soft love

Author's notes- aaah I love him

Word count- 1932

Since you'd started seeing Arthur, you'd always had this recurring thought about how attractive it would be to see his innocent face turn red.

He was always such a gentleman, even when things became more intimate.

Whenever the two of you made out, he'd touch you so delicately, like he was scared to push his luck. His fingers would graze your waist, your thighs, but that was usually as far as it went. You'd never actually crossed the line into sex.

You adored his gentlemanly behaviour, but deep down there was an urge to wreck it. To push him over the edge. To turn him on to the point he completely lost control.

You loved that he wasn't rushing you. It was obvious he liked you for you, not for the reasons most men these days seemed to want girlfriends. But it had reached the point where you wanted more. Needed more.

That brought you back to the present moment.

You and Arthur had just come back from an evening out with friends — drinks, laughter, catching up.

Alcohol hummed warmly through your system as you lay across his bed, still wearing the dress from earlier. It was low-cut, revealing just enough to make a man's eyes linger.

When you'd walked into Arthur's apartment earlier that evening, you'd caught the way his breath hitched ever so slightly. The subtle widening of his pupils as his eyes dipped down your body hadn't gone unnoticed either. You'd practically been willing him to act on it — to cancel the plans altogether and drag you straight to the bedroom.

But of course, he hadn't.

Instead, he'd swallowed hard, quickly averted his eyes, and muttered a shy little: "You look nice."

You watched him now from across the bed as he sat undoing his shoelaces, the dim light catching the sharp curve of his side profile, his jaw lined with soft stubble.

Heat spread slowly through you as you looked at him.

You wanted him in a way you'd never wanted anyone before. Arthur wasn't just beautiful — he understood you. The conversations you shared about life, philosophy, the world. He stimulated you mentally just as much as physically. His intelligence, his softness, the way he listened to you like every word mattered — it all made the ache for him worse.

"Arthur," you whispered softly.

He glanced over immediately.

The second his eyes met yours, it felt like being struck by lightning.

"What's wrong? You okay?" he asked, concern instantly colouring his voice — such a stark contrast to the thoughts currently running through your head.

Instead of answering, you pushed yourself across the bed and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down on top of you.

His hands instinctively landed on your waist to steady himself.

You crashed your lips against his, hoping the kiss alone would tell him exactly how badly you wanted him.

"Wow... where'd that come from?" he laughed softly against your lips, clearly caught off guard.

You ignored the question completely, pulling him flush against you before kissing him again, harder this time.

You felt the shift almost instantly.

The way his breathing deepened. The way his fingers tightened around your waist.

After a few seconds he pulled away again, cheeks slightly flushed, clearly trying to regain composure. Trying to keep things sweet. Safe. PG.

But that wasn't what you wanted anymore.

You were tired of wanting.

So you reached for the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head in one smooth motion, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

Arthur froze.

His eyes dragged slowly over your body, your matching lace set now fully on display beneath him.

"Holy shit," he breathed.

For a second he genuinely looked like he'd forgotten how to function.

You reach for his hand and drag it slowly to your thighs. The feeling of his skin against yours is electric.

He palms the soft skin of your leg as he looks at your eyes.

“I want you, Arthur,” you breathed softly.

His expression changed instantly.

For a moment he just stared at you, like his brain was struggling to catch up with what you’d said.

“I— we don’t have to rush anything,” he said quickly, though the way his hand tightened against your thigh betrayed him completely.

A quiet laugh escaped you.

“Arthur,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his again, “stop trying so hard to be a gentleman for five minutes.”

The effect those words had on him was immediate.

The composure he'd been clinging to finally cracked.

His mouth crashed back against yours with a desperation you'd never felt from him before, one hand tangling into your hair while the other pulled you impossibly closer. The kiss turned heated quickly — messy, breathless, needy.

And somehow that made it even better.

Because beneath all the restraint, beneath all the softness and patience, he'd wanted this just as badly as you had.

A small groan escapes him, enough to send fresh heat rushing between your legs.

One hand goes to your hair, tangling itself in it and the other hand is on your lower back.

You grind down against him, your lips still locked, you can feel his growing erection.

"Fuck reader" he groans into your mouth.

He pulls his face away from you ever so slightly "Are u sure?" his eyes search your face for any hint of doubt about this.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer you drag one of his hands to cup you through your underwear, allowing him to feel the heat and the wetness.

He groans again, his palm pressing into you. His face was fully flushed now, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed his irises whole.

"I need you tell me you want this, that you're sure" he whispers almost pleadingly, needing your verbal confirmation.

"I'm sure" you whisper against his lips.

In that moment something inside him snaps.

He's done pretending like he's not thought about fucking you in every possible way.

He grinds his palm against you, dragging your face closer by the back of your neck. You let out soft moans in-between kisses which send blood rushing to his erection.

His finger slip into your underwear, you let out an audible gasp as his he runs his fingers down your folds.

"You're so wet" He whispers his face breaking into a small smirk.

Now a blush is seeping onto your cheeks too.

His fingers enter you slowly, "Shit" you moan gripping his shoulder, the material of his shirt bunched up in your hand.

"Shhh" he whispers teasingly as his fingers begin to move inside you, you trying to move your face against his neck but he holds you back by ur hair, wanting to watch your face as he fingers you; to make sure you're enjoying every second of this.

His fingers moved expertly, every motion dragging soft moans and broken little whimpers from your lips.

He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot "Fuck Arthur" You moan out gripping onto him harder.

"That's it, right there yeh?' He whispers with a soft smirk, a stark contrast to your usually gentleman of a boyfriend.

His whispering of soft words is intoxicating, only adding to your arousal.

He's got you singing in his hand now, as you get closer and closer to release you being to roll your hips into this hand, searching for more and more friction.

"Fuck look at you" Arthur whispers out, eyes locked on your movements looking truly mesmerised by the site in front of him.

"Does it feel good?' he hums, fingers never slowing you.

You whimper and nod rapidly, driving him insane, his erection fully solid now.

"Holy shit you're beautiful like this" he murmurs, feeling your walls clench around his fingers.

"Your close aren't you, let go" he swipes your hair from your face as he watches your body come undone on his hand, your breathing rapid and heavy as your whole body tightens before coming crashing down. Waves of pleasure lapping over you.

He doesn't stop, his fingers still moving relentlessly, working you through your high.

Once it's over, he pulls his fingers out of you sucking them clean, eyes locked onto yours as he does so. Your eyes darken at the site, hands reaching down undoing his trousers.

There's a soft intimacy in the air, the desire, the need to please each other, to hear the other's body hum and come undone.

You take off his trousers and boxers before positioning yourself to take him in your mouth but he stops you, dragging you up positioning you above him.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he guides you down onto him by your hips, you gasp as he stretches your walls before sliding fully inside.

"Jesus Christ" You whimper.

The heat, the wetness, the tightness of your walls, its taking every once of restraint in Arthurs body not to flip you onto your back and pound into you till the sun comes up. But he wants to let you take control, wants to ensure he pleases and worships your body.

You shift you weight onto your knees and begin to ride him, grinding the tip of his cock down inside you on the spot that drives you insane.

"Fuck reader" he moans his hands now on your arse, gripping you like he's trying to anchor you to him.

You move together, every time you grind down, he presses his hips up, pushing himself deeper into you hitting every spot.

The movements are desperate and frantic like you cant get enough of the feeling of each other.

The room fills with sounds of you soft moans and his groans and grunts.

"Fuck you feel incredible" He whimpers hands gliding up and down your sides.

You press your forehead against his and your movement continues, your eyes are locked, the moment so intimate that not a thing could break you away from it.

The in sync movement, the intense eyecontact, its all too much for both of you, your bodies quickly begin to collapse together.

"Fuck im not going to last long if you keep moving like that" He groans, body humming with pleasure.

"Neither" You whimper out, the words barely audible between ur cries of pleasure.

He flips you onto your back, ramming himself into you all the way.

"Arthur" You scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You run you nails down his back as you let him take control of you.

His thrusts are deep and relentless each one sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Sweat drips down his abs.

You scratch and dig your nails into his back harder, like you're anchoring yourself to him.

His pace gets sloppy, his breathing gets more and more ragged.

You're both right on the edge. He uses his finally bit of energy to thrust into you hard and deep. A loud cry of pleasure leaves both of you as you tip over the edge. Breathless and on cloud nine.

He collapse onto the bed next you.

"Holy shit" You murmur seeing stares.

He pulls you to his side and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I love you so much" He whispers into your hair.

Your heart stutters, that's the first time either of you have said those words.

You flip onto your side to face him.

"Do you mean that?"

"More than you'll ever know" he replies softly

You wrap your arms around him pulling him into a hug and whisper into his neck "I love you too".

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So many things to say about this.

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nothing appropriate that i can say rn

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australian pub golf was just an excuse for arthurtv and chrismd to be gay with eachother

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Do I even have to say anything….

[raekensluver]

could you write something about arthurtv and reader are dating and have been having sex in a pretty vanilla way for a while. then something happens between the two where Arthur discovers that he likes to be submissive in bed. im imagining some sort of service kink/praise kink. he’s shy at first but quickly opens up!! thanks in advance i love your work sm xx

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i tried lol...i'm not too good at writing dom!reader

contains: suggestive content/smut(?), established relationship

sub!arthur frederick x dom!fem!reader

it happens naturally. no big conversation. no planned change.

just a moment- small, quiet- where something clicks.

you’re straddling him, hips moving slow and steady, your hands braced on his chest. he’s already breathless beneath you, eyes half-lidded, fingers digging into the sheets like he’s holding on for dear life.

and then you say it. barely above a whisper.

“you’re being so good for me.”

his head tips back with a groan. sharp, sudden, like the words physically hit him.

you pause. tilt your head.

“you liked that.”

arthur blinks up at you, chest rising fast, pink dusting the tips of his ears.

“i…yeah. i think i did.”

you smile, slow and sweet. lean down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “want me to say it again?”

he nods before he can think twice. “please.”

so you do.

you roll your hips again, gentle, just enough to make him gasp - and this time, you stay close to his ear.

“you’re doing so good, arthur. letting me take care of you. just like that.”

his hands fist in the sheets. his breath hitches. he looks wrecked.

and that’s when you know.

he’s still figuring it out- still new to this- but his body’s already giving him away.

“you don’t have to do anything,” you murmur, running your fingers down his chest, “just lie back and be good for me.”

and god, the way he shivers when you say that? the soft moan he lets out when you kiss down his stomach and take your time with him?

he’s in heaven.

not because he’s in control- but because he’s not. because he doesn’t have to think. because he can just… give in.

and he does. beautifully.

you guide his hands to your waist. you tell him exactly how you want him to touch you, where to kiss, how to move- and he follows every word like it’s gospel.

like making you happy is the only thing that matters.

and when he comes, it’s with your name on his lips and “am i still being good?” whispered against your neck.

you smile, hold his face, kiss him slow.

“you were perfect.”

and the way he looks at you then? like he’s soaked in affection, soft and overwhelmed and completely yours?

yeah. this is just the beginning.

[catlenneys]

hiii looove! i LOVED your lazy affection smut you wrote for arthur, do you think you could do another one for him sometime where him and reader are on a walk in the forest and find an abandoned car and they get into it an just go CRAZY??? i would love for this to be the freakiest thing you could think of! thank uuuu!!!!!!!!!

THE MACHINE OF A DREAM - ARTHUR FREDERICK

summary: arthur manages to get you out on a hike, and something about being amongst nature has you feeling daring

a/n: thank you for this request anon! i loveddd writing this and i kind of got carried away, but i hope you like it!

wc: 5.8k

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, oral m receiving, car sex, praise and degradation, exhibitionism <3 

Hiking wasn’t normally your date activity of choice, but life was apparently full of surprises.

Also, you really blamed Arthur for this one. He knew damn well that you couldn’t resist those puppy eyes of his, so when he’d proposed going on one of the trails, citing how it would be good for you guys to reconnect with nature (not entirely untrue) and how it’d be a way for you two to get closer, blah blah blah. 

Honestly, you’d zoned out as soon as he’d started talking about drag paths and campsites, choosing to instead focus on the way Arthur’s eyes lit up and the adorable quirk of his mouth as he painted a beautiful picture of the two of you watching the sunset. 

Which is how you found yourself here, somehow roped into voluntarily getting sweaty and bitten to death by mosquitoes. Although you couldn’t deny that seeing Arthur’s excitement made it all worth it - he was adorably enthusiastic, even laying out his clothes the day before and dutifully mapping your route down to the square metre, not wanting to have even the slightest chance of getting lost. You’d not even pretended to contribute, more interested in watching the way Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed as he focused, and the delicate length of his fingers as he dragged them across the map whilst you ignored the almost overpowering urge to take those fingers into your mouth and show him all the ways he could be spending his time. 

It was a nice day, at least. The sun was shining, though the cover of the bushes and trees along the trail provided a nice cover from the blistering heat, leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. The soft sounds of birds tweeting and animals rustling filled the silence between you and Arthur as you walked, neither of you in a rush, happy to bask in each other’s presence and the beauty of the nature around you. 

Occasionally, Arthur would pipe up with a fact about a certain flower or animal that you two saw, describing it in that fascinated tone you loved so much. You really did try your best to listen, but it really wasn’t your fault that he was so distracting - with the sunlight slanting on his face through the gaps in the leaves lighting up the brown of his eyes, his hushed voice over the sounds of the forest, and his hands, gesturing avidly as he talked and tracing over the petals of a flower or the bark of a tree, fingers gentle and careful in a way that made your stomach twist with need. Not to mention the fact that he was wearing a scandalously well-fitting shirt, the material clinging to the muscles of his chest and arms, showing them off enough to make your mouth water as he continued to walk ahead of you. (Not that your outfit was any better - a pair of gym shorts that hugged the curve of your ass, a sports bra that framed your tits nicely for the tank top you’d put on over it, pushing your tits up just enough to give Arthur a good view of your cleavage when you bent down.) 

It was going well, you thought, as far as hikes went. Arthur would slow down whenever you were struggling, linking your fingers together to keep you close as you walked together, the focus on the experience more than the speed. You stopped for water a few times, with your boyfriend taking some not-so-sneaky candids of you that would no doubt end up being his lock screen by the time you got home. You humoured him, thinking it was the least you could do after he’d so painstakingly arranged this lovely afternoon for you. 

After a while, you began to tire of the burn in your calves as you fought your way uphill, and guided Arthur to a little patch of grass tucked away behind a tree. You sat down indignantly, groaning as you stretched out your sore legs. Arthur rubbed a hand soothingly up and down the muscle, the flex of his arms not going unnoticed by you as he worked his thumbs into the muscle. 

The sun was warm on your bodies as you lay together, just basking in being together. The sounds of the birds tweeting and rustling in the trees lulled you into a comfortable silence as you traced shapes on Arthur’s chest, not-so-subtly running your fingers over the muscles of his abdomen and chest. Arthur let you, not having the heart to push you off, not when your featherlight touch sent pleasant goosebumps skittering across his skin. 

His eyes were just starting to close, sleepiness tugging at the edges of his mind under the warm sunlight and the feeling of you next to him, when you decided to ruin (or not, depending on how you looked at it), the innocent mood that this afternoon had held. 

‘Can I suck your dick?’ You asked, not even looking up at him or shifting from where you were curled into his side. Arthur froze, and you laughed softly at the feeling of him tensing beneath you as he blinked rapidly. 

‘What?’ He croaked, unable to believe his ears. There was no way he’d heard you correctly - you, his sweet, quiet, introverted girlfriend, had just asked if you could suck him off in the middle of a forest where anyone could walk past and see you. Ignoring the way his cock twitched at the idea, he gently moved you so he could see your face, eyes boring into you as you repeated his question. He found no hint of mockery in your eyes, only genuine earnestness. 

‘You heard me, I wanna suck your dick. Never done it outside before. Can I?’ You asked, one hand already reaching to toy with the knot at the top of his shorts. He caught your wrist, holding you there. You blinked up at him through your lashes, the picture of innocence and grace. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find something to say - the rational part of him telling him that you absolutely could not do this out in the open where you might end up with a public indecency charge. But a larger, hornier part of him took in the way you were looking up at him, pupils already blown with lust and your bottom lip caught between your teeth, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to you. 

‘Are you- are you sure, love? I mean, we’re out in the open, anyone could-’ He tried, his resolve failing rapidly as you tilted your head to the side, jutting your lip out into an unfairly adorable pout. He let out a short huff, caught between the suddenly very strong desire to see your mouth full of him and the very real possibility of being caught my some random passerby with his cock down your throat. 

‘I don’t care, I want you. Please, Arthur?’ You said. Arthur groaned at the sound of your name on his lips, the sound downright sinful in the peace of the forest. You fixed him with your best puppy-dog stare, all the while wriggling your hand out of his hold and down to fumble at his waistband. He let you, loosening his grip and watching dumbly as you slid your hand into his shorts. 

‘Love, just- fuck.’ He started, the words dying on his lips as you gripped him over his boxers. He was already half-hard under your touch, hips bucking upward as you ghosted your fingers over the shape of him, trailing your forefinger down the length and back up again, pausing for a moment to trace the head of him through the material, the sharp pleasure sending his head knocking back against the grass. You didn’t waste any time, bringing your hand up to your mouth to spit in it before pushing his boxers down and taking him into your hand. Arthur groaned at the filthy action, so unlike you, before all thoughts were shoved out of his head at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. 

Your spit helped smooth things, but the friction was still rough and hot enough to send him reeling as you jerked him to full hardness. Arthur fisted his hands in the grass, pulling up blades and soil as he tried his best not to buck up into your grip so early. 

Once he was fully hard, you pulled your hand away as you shifted. The speed at which Arthur opened his eyes to look at you was almost comical, eyes wide and searching as his cock twitched against the cool breeze surrounding you. 

‘Can I? Please?’ You asked, like it hadn’t already been decided that you were doing this. You batted your lashes at him, smiling unashamedly when he let out a long-suffering sigh and nodded. 

‘Go on then, dirty girl.’ He said. You stuck your tongue out at him, but he just smiled as you lowered your head to take him into your mouth, dragging the tip of your tongue over the blunt head of him to collect the precum there. His breath stuttered as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks around him as you started to bob your head up and down, taking him further into your mouth each time. 

Arthur always reckoned himself to be a giver, but he couldn’t deny that he loved seeing your lips wrapped around him. He loved to watch as you tried your best to take him all, to murmur soft words of encouragement as your spit dripped down his length and onto the hair at the base of him. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head, not pushing - never pushing - just guiding. He gathered your hair into a ponytail to keep it out of your face, using it to gently pull you up and down on his cock, settling into a rhythm he liked. You let him take control, resting your hands on his thighs and focusing on keeping your teeth safely away as you sucked him. He drew in a sharp breath when his tip bumped the back of your throat, his eyes snapping down to yours to gauge your reaction. You took a deep breath through your nose, relaxing your throat as you fought off your gag reflex. 

In all the time you’d been together, you’d only managed to take Arthur all the way a handful of times. Not for lack of trying though - there’d been one evening where you’d set your mind to training yourself to take him as much as you could, sitting him down on the couch and working him over and over until you could make it at least three-quarters of the way without gagging. He hadn’t complained of course, not when your valiant efforts rewarded him with the view of you on your knees with your lips stretched around him for hours on end.

‘Breathe, lovey. You don’t have to go the whole way.’ Arthur murmured, reaching down to stroke his thumb over the apple of your cheek. You rolled your eyes at him, pulling off for a brief moment to catch your breath before replying. 

‘Shut up, I wanna try. You’re distracting me.’ You said. Arthur’s eyebrows shot up, amused, as you lowered your head again and took him in once more. He slid in easier this time, and he let out a quiet groan as he felt your tongue tracing the veins of him, flicking erratically against the head before swirling around it like a lollipop. 

‘Fuck, angel. Feel so good- so good to me.’ He said quietly as you bobbed your head, the lewd sounds of your mouth echoing throughout the clearing as you sucked harder, forcing a moan out of him before he could stop himself. You hummed in response, the pleasure vibrating through him in delicious waves and causing him to whimper slightly as you started to move your head faster, more confident now. 

‘Shit- so good at this- so perfect.’ Arthur babbled, gaze locked on where your nose was buried in the hair at the base of his cock, his heart fluttering with pride as you looked up at him. The corners of your mouth were wet with drool, the excess dripping down onto his thighs and your hands as you worked him. The sensitive head of him now steadily hit the back of your throat, the contact sending bursts of pleasure down his spine, his grip tightening in your hair unconsciously. Your tongue continued to draw patterns on him, dancing across the hard flesh and dipping boldly into the slit of him in an obscene gesture that had Arthur’s cock twitching violently in your mouth as he neared his orgasm. 

You pulled off of him with a wet pop, taking a few deep breaths as your hand continued to pump him, his shaft now entirely wet with your spit and glistening in the sunlight. His hips thrust into your hand shallowly as you swiped your thumb across him before replacing it with your mouth, taking only the first few inches into your mouth and focusing on that as your hands jerked the rest of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The combination of the sensations had Arthur’s back arching, his head pressed against the grass as he chased the sensation. The action shoved another inch or two into your mouth, and you made a noise of indignation. Arthur either didn’t hear or didn’t care, too lost in the slick pleasure of your mouth and hands on him, your tongue flicking just right as your hand stroked him up and down. 

‘Jesus, fuck- love- gonna come-’ He choked out, hand flying to the back of your head to keep you where he wanted you as he thrust into your mouth. You let him this time, taking him deeper as he fucked into you, breath coming out in desperate little pants as he moved your head up and down faster, before thrusting up one final time, pressing your head down right against the top of his thighs as he came. 

‘Fuck-‘ The curse burst out of him as he felt himself spill down your throat. His cock throbbed against your tongue as he came down your throat in short bursts, twitching uncontrollably as you continued to bob your head slightly, milking him dry. You swallowed around him, drawing a weak moan out of him as you slowly pulled off. He cupped your cheek in his hand, quickly swiping a stray drop of cum from the corner of your mouth with his thumb and pressing it to your lips. You did as he asked, sucking the digit into your mouth and cleaning him off with a quick pass of your tongue. Arthur smiled hazily down at you, sitting up as best he could to press a kiss to your mouth, groaning again at the taste of him on your lips. 

‘Thank you, lovely.’ He muttered against your lips as you tucked him back in his shorts. You just smiled brightly, pecking his cheek again as you sat up fully. 

‘Come on, then. Let’s finish this walk.’ You said. Arthur blinked, registering your words, his brow furrowing in confusion. 

‘You don’t want me to- y’know?’ He gestured to you vaguely, an adorable pink tinting his cheeks, still shy after all the time you two had been together. 

He loved going down on you, but surprisingly would rarely ask to do so, unless he was feeling really desperate. Anytime you even suggested the idea of it, he was already dropping to his knees before the sentence was out of your mouth, eager hands pulling your bottoms down and tongue already halfway to your cunt. 

You made a face, gesturing to the surrounding area. 

‘What? No, I’m not letting you eat me out on the forest floor, that’s so gross.’ You said. Arthur sputtered, hands moving wildly as he tried to make sense of what you were saying. 

‘But- you just-’ He said. You shook your head dismissively, huffing out a laugh. 

‘Yeah, that’s different. Your dick’s a lot further away from the forest floor, there’s no chance of like, bugs or some shit crawling up there.’ You argued. Arthur made an incredulous noise, shaking his head in disbelief. Not only were you denying him of his favourite activity, you were worried about germs, the latter concern normally belonging to him. 

‘Love, nothing’s going to crawl up your-’

‘You don’t know that! No, Arthur, I’m not letting you.’ You said, finality lining your tone as you determinedly stood up, shouldering your backpack and starting off down the path once again. Arthur scrambled to follow you, cursing his still-shaky legs in the aftermath of his orgasm. 

He jogged to catch up with you, wincing slightly at the overstimulation of him against his boxers. He caught up with you and linked your hands once again, smiling slightly as you hummed to yourself as you walked. 

‘You’re very chipper.’ He remarked. You rolled your eyes again, but there was no real fire behind it as you just shrugged. 

‘Well, I just did something I’ve never done before, so sue me if I’m happy about it.’ You replied. Arthur made a noise of agreement, briefly returning to the mental image of your mouth full of him, looking up at him like he was the only person in the world. He let out a sigh, squeezing your hand and continuing on down the path. You fell into peaceful silence together, interrupted only by the crunch of leaves under your shoes or the occasional rattle as Arthur kicked a rock like a football down the dirt path. 

Soon enough, you came to another clearing, this one framed by tall oak trees that stood twisted and dark, their leaves fluttering in the gentle breeze. You traced your fingers over the bark, marvelling at the size of them. Over your heads, birds and squirrels chattered idly, going about their lives as they hopped from tree to tree. You laughed as you watched a flock of magpies squabble over a piece of food, squawking and poking at each other as they flapped their wings angrily. Arthur peeled off from you, wandering further into the clearing. 

‘Oh my God, babe, come look at this!’ Arthur’s voice cut through the hush of the clearing, and you closed your eyes briefly in fondness and exasperation before quickly running over to where he was standing. 

In front of you was a car - abandoned, if the mud stains and crumpled bumper were anything to go by. The tires were e flat and dirty, grass and leaves twining through the spokes and into the underworks. The license plate was hanging by a thread, dangling precariously off the front. The windows and windshield were more cracks than actual glass, and the once-glossy navy blue paint was chipped and stained with dirt and scratches. The interior, however, appeared surprisingly unaffected by the outside world. The black leather seats were practically untouched, the only sign of wear being the small spiderweb cracks running through the bottom and headrest. The panel was coated in a thin layer of dust the particles handing suspended in the dipping sunlight and casting a dreamy veil over the car as you circled it. 

Arthur jostled the door, his bicep flexing deliciously as he did so. You stared, biting your lip slightly as a spark of need shivered through you. A sudden thought popped into your head, your mind replaying Arthur’s earlier request of helping you out. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, need suddenly pulsing hot and steady throughout your body as you watched Arthur bend over, back muscles shifting beneath his shirt as he inspected the inside of the car. Quickly glancing around the clearing and subsequently finding nobody in sight, you moved toward your boyfriend, placing a hand on his back to get his attention. 

‘Arthur….’ You said, voice sweet and dripping with faux innocence. Arthur stood up, eyebrows already drawn into a suspicious frown. He knew that tone of voice - you wanted something, or you were about to coerce him into doing something very stupid. It wasn’t a voice he heard often, but he remembered that the last time you’d used it on him, he’d ended up five shots deep fucking you in the bathroom of the club you had been at. 

The memory crossed his mind now, something in his brain drawing up his own earlier request, and his mouth dropped open as the realisation hit him. 

‘No, you can’t possibly want to-’ He said, incredulous. You bit your lip, and he watched as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously, the movement telling him all he needed to know. He couldn’t believe it - first you’d wanted to suck him off out in the open, and now you wanted him to fuck you in this abandoned car, still in the middle of a forest where anyone could walk past. 

‘Please? You said you wanted to….’ You said, reaching out to run your hands over the muscles in his arms and chest, dragging your nails down to watch him stutter. When he didn’t reply, you stepped closer until you were nearly nose to nose, and began pressing soft kisses to his jawline and down his throat, tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the skin and sweat there. Arthur was breathing heavily now, unable to resist the sway of your fluttering kisses, especially as you pressed one to his mouth. 

‘Love, people could see.’ He tried weakly, though he didn’t even believe himself, not with the way his voice whimpered when you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, a sharp sting of pain flashing through him as you bit down on the flesh. 

‘I don’t care. Besides, all they’ll see is how good you fuck me. Don’t you want people to know I’m yours?’ You continued, your voice sickly sweet as you continued to kiss along the line of his shoulder, pressing yourself close to him so he could feel the heat of your body against his. 

Something in Arthur snapped at your question, the dam inside his mind breaking and flooding his head with images of him pressing you into the leather of the seats, fucking into you hard and fast as hikers walked by. He envisioned them listening to your moans and whines, taking a photo or a video before moving along, or even staying and watching. He thought of them reaching into their pants and stroking themselves to the sight of you getting fucked in the car in the middle of the woods like a cheap whore, maybe moving closer to paint your body in their cum before leaving, knowing that it was all they were going to get and Arthur was the only one who got to feel your velvet cunt wrapped around him. 

With one swift movement, Arthur seized your wandering hands, twisting them and pinning them behind your back before throwing open the door of the car and tossing you inside. You yelped in surprise, struggling against his hold for a brief second before you felt his forearm press down on your shoulderblades, keeping you pinned. 

‘Arthur! What’re you-’ You tried to say, before Arthur silenced you with a firm smack to your ass, the thin cotton of your leggings doing nothing to muffle the sensation. 

‘Shut up. You wanna act like a slut, you get treated like one. Coming on to me in the middle of the forest not once but twice, right where anyone could see. God, you really are shameless, aren’t you?’ He said, roughly shoving his hand down your pants and dragging his fingers through your wetness that had all but soaked through your panties. You whined, lifting your hips up into his touch, mouth dropping open against the seats. .

‘Soaked already, that’s what I thought. You get off on wanting to be caught with my cock in your mouth? Hm? Want someone to see you drooling and dumb for me?’ He said, words flying out unchecked as he let go of your wrists to pull your leggings and panties down, spreading your legs to expose your glistening cunt. You just whined in response, hips twitching forward to rut against the leather where a wet spot was already starting to form from where you were dripping for him. 

‘Yes-yes, want them to see, please-’ You babbled, moaning loudly when Arthur shoved three fingers inside you at once, the stretch burning deliciously as he fucked his fingers into you. 

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. What if they saw you now, all bent over and exposed for me? Want them to watch me fuck you? Or would you want them to fuck you too once I’m done with you?’ He asked, twisting his wrist to crook his fingers to rub insistently at your sweet spot, cursing at the way you leaked steadily onto his hand. 

‘No- no. Just want you t’fuck me- please.’ You whined, flailing uselessly under the onslaught of Arthur’s fingers against that spot inside you. Your mind was buzzing with pleasure and thrill, spiralling at the sudden change in your boyfriend’s demeanour. Not that you were complaining, not by a long shot. 

‘That’s right, baby. You’re all mine, nobody else gets to touch you. Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?’ He said, thrusting his fingers more insistently now, the obscene squelch of your cunt deafening in the clearing. You shook your head wildly, drool dripping down your chin and spreading over the seats as Arthur fucked you dumb on his fingers. 

‘No- no, never. Only you- fuck!’ You moaned loudly as you felt yourself drawing closer to your orgasm, hips shifting to fuck yourself back on Arthur’s fingers. He watched as you clenched around him as he stroked against your sensitive walls, taking in every little twitch of your hips and involuntary moan you let out. Your eyes started to roll back, your head dropping to rest listlessly on the seats as you floated right on the edge, when Arthur suddenly pulled his fingers out. 

You keened at the sudden loss, cunt fluttering wildly as you clenched around nothing, desperately grinding your hips forward to chase the orgasm that had been ripped away from you. 

‘Arthur-’ You started, only to be cut off when you felt his large palm on your ass, spreading you open for him as the blunt head of him pressed up against your entrance. He pushed in without warning, sheathing himself inside you in one cruel thrust. You practically screamed, the angle shoving him impossibly deep inside you, his thick cock stretching you and filling you to the brim. 

‘Jesus- fuck. Happy now? This what you wanted?’ Arthur said through pants, setting a brutal pace, pelvis slapping against your ass as he fucked into you roughly. He slid an arm underneath your waist, hauling you up so only your face was pressed against the seat, his other hand winding around to rub at your clit. 

You nodded as best you could, unable to form words at this point. Arthur fucked you like he hated you, slamming his cock into you over and over and over again while his clever fingers rubbed your clit in rough circles. The car rocked under your movements, metal squeaking slightly with the force of Arthur’s thrusts. 

‘Yeah, not so smart once you’re stuffed with cock, are you? Fuck- such a filthy girl, letting me fuck her in the forest like this.’ He grunted, fucking into you faster now as his thrusts became sloppier. You didn’t - couldn’t - reply, not even to defend yourself. Arthur’s words only served to make you wetter, your slick leaking around where he fucked into you, no doubt staining the seats below, not that you found it in yourself to care right now, not when Arthur’s cock was bullying your sweet spot like there was no tomorrow. 

He continued to fuck into you, almost getting lost in the heat and feel of you, when he heard it. The slightest rustle of leaves, the faintest sounds of a distant conversation. He looked up briefly, scanning the surroundings, eyes flicking down to your prone form and back up to the forest. 

Bending down until his chest was pressed to your back, the hand on your clit moved up to press his palm flat over your mouth. Your eyes flew open, something in your lust-addled mind connecting the gesture and your surroundings. Arthur just smirked down at you, slowing his thrusts down into deep, punishing grinds of his hips. 

‘Shh, baby. Think I hear some people. Have t’keep quiet, unless you want them knowing how much of a slut you are.’ He whispered, his voice thick with arousal sending shivers down your spine. Arthur huffed out a laugh at feeling you clench around him, shaking his head in disdain. You whimpered against his hand, biting your lip behind his hand when he raised his eyebrows at the noise. 

‘You make another noise, and I stop. Understand?” He said. You nodded frantically, practically drawing blood from how hard you were biting your lip. Arthur resumed his thrusts, going slower this time and watching as you struggled to keep quiet. He knew he couldn’t risk moving his hand away from your mouth, and so he kept it there, using it for leverage as he fucked into you. The rustle of the leaves and plants got louder, the sound of voices more distinct now. 

‘Keep quiet for me, love. Fuck- I’m almost there.’ He said through gritted teeth, the sensation of your soaked cunt wrapped around him nearly too much. You were close as well, the rough leather against your clit from the added pressure of Arthur on top of you providing a friction that sent you reeling as you moved up and down in time with his thrusts. 

‘Gonna cum for me, baby? Right where everyone could see? Fuck- such a good girl for me.’ He said, bending down to sloppily press a kiss to the crown of your head as he buried himself inside you. You let out a weak moan against his palm, hands fisting uselessly against the front seats, scrambling for purchase as you drew near the edge again. The voices were getting clearer now, the sound of an indistinct conversation filtering past the haze of pleasure in your mind, only serving to spur you on as you neared your orgasm for the second time today. 

‘Come on, love. Cum for me- fuck - wanna feel it.’ He said, grinding forward more insistently now as the voices drew closer. You were letting out choked little whines, spit slicking his palm as he tried his best to keep you quiet. The arm around your waist locked tighter, pulling you to him as he fucked into you with shallow thrusts, the sound of your cunt around him unmistakeable if anyone were to get close enough. 

He looked up again, catching a brief glimpse of a flash of dark fabric, his cock twitching in time as he realised that if their unknowing guests looked approximately two metres to their left, they’d see him fucking into you, ass raised high against his hips as he held on for dear life. You were shaking around him now, thighs trembling with the strength of your impending orgasm. Arthur sped up slightly, shifting his hips and pushing back in, the new angle shoving him right up against that spongy spot inside you, and you were done for. 

You let out a whine, high and needy against his hand, cunt clamping down on him as your orgasm rocked through you. Your eyes rolled back, spine arching with the force of it as you came on his cock, fucking your hips back to bury him deep inside you, pleasure rolling through you in dizzying waves. Arthur swore, cock twitching furiously as he teetered on the edge. Your cunt held him tight as you shook around him, muscles trembling with exertion and pleasure. 

‘Fuck, baby, gonna come. Gonna fill you up, yeah? Shit- gonna walk all the way back to the car full of my cum-‘ Arthur said, fucking into you harshly before burying himself balls deep, hips flush against your ass as he came, cock twitching and spurting inside you as he filled you up. You moaned weakly at the feeling, cunt twitching with overstimulation and the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

He rest his head on your shoulder, giving himself a few seconds of grace before he pulled out of you, taking a moment to admire the sight of his cum leaking out of your pretty cunt before he tucked himself back into his shorts. He pulled up your panties and leggings, giving your ass a firm slap, just because he could. You just whined at the sting, head dropping back onto the seats as you felt yourself begin to leak into your panties. 

‘Up you get, love. Come on.’ Arthur said, ducking into the car and grabbing you around the middle. He hauled you up, propping you up against the side of the car as he kicked the door shut. The backseat was a mess - the black leather stained in a mixture of your sweat, drool and slick, a crude wet patch where your cunt had been glistening in the sunlight. 

‘Look at that. Such a messy girl.’ He said, grabbing your chin lightly and forcing you to look at the seat. You let out a quiet noise, still not trusting yourself to speak. Arthur grinned, patting your cheek once. He ran his fingers through your hair, combing it until it looked semi-normal, and less like you just got fucked within an inch of your life. 

‘Come on, lovey. Let’s finish this walk and get you home, yeah?’ He said, taking your hand. You nodded, sliding your hand up his arm to grab onto his bicep for stability, leaning heavily on him as he guided you away, trying and failing not to laugh at your shaky legs as the car and clearing faded into the distance. 

And not a moment too soon. The hikers he’d seen clattered into the clearing, chattering loudly as they trudged through the forest. They spotted the car almost immediately, and Arthur couldn’t help but look back as they inspected it, drawing back sharply at the smell of sex and sweat they found. You smiled dopily at the cheeky grin on his face as he turned back to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

Yeah, you thought, you could definitely grow to like hiking

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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.

[georgesclarkey]

DADDY’S HOME, a. buttle

you and alfie try soft launching the fact that you have a daughter, but the internet struggles to catch on.

content/warnings: smau, established relationship (alfie and reader have been together since school), your daughter is 2ish years (sorry if some pictures aren’t as consistent with her age), teeniest bit of suggestive right at the end

notes: my first request! the original ask for anyone who wants to see can be found here. feel free to request anything you’d like, just check my rules first! <3

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Chrismd x Reader ~ Smau

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ first smau!! lowkey been scared to do one bc its gonna be shite but hope you enjoy it anyways

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ last charity match related fic and I hope you enjoyed them all!

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[peachmd]

INTRODUCING...

MECHANIC!ARTHUR ⛐

now playing...!

AURORA - FOO FIGHTERS ♬.ᐟ ❝ i just kinda died for you, you just kinda stared at me, ❞

SHE'S AMERICAN - THE 1975 ♬.ᐟ ❝ well, your face has got a hold on me, but your brain is proper weird, ❞

MIRRORBALL - TAYLOR SWIFT ♬.ᐟ ❝ i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me tonight, ❞

VALENTINE - INHALER ♬.ᐟ ❝ they say you're hard to please but i'll still give myself to you, ❞

CORNERSTONE - ARTIC MONKEYS ♬.ᐟ ❝ i smelt your scent on the seatbelt and kept my shortcuts to myself, ❞

VAPOR - 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER ♬.ᐟ ❝ savour your words, i won't ever waste them, ❞

DIRTY DIANA - MICHAEL JACKSON♬.ᐟ ❝ i'll be your everything, if you make me a star, ❞

DO YOU WANNA - THE KOOKS ♬.ᐟ ❝and would you like it if i put you into my world? ❞

COMPASS - THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ♬.ᐟ ❝ i know that you're not something to lose, now, ❞

[lenneyshotel]

EXCITED

[groovybaybee]

sugar daddy!will

minors dni!

sugar daddy!will who doesn't have time for a relationship but loves having you around

sugar daddy!will who funds your life so you can be at his beck and call

sugar daddy!will who leaves his bank card on the nightstand when he has to leave for work before you wake up

sugar daddy!will who loves to take you away for the weekend. and spoils you rotten while you're there

sugar daddy!will who feels bad when he doesn't see you for a few days so puts money into your bank account and tells you to treat yourself to whatever you want

sugar daddy!will who loves when you surprise him by spending that money on lingerie and sending him photos so he doesn't miss you too much

sugar daddy!will who shows you how grateful he is when you're together

sugar daddy!will who is an absolute much and loves making you come on his face

sugar daddy!will who won't take time off work for himself but takes a whole week off for your birthday

sugar daddy!will who takes you shopping and won't let you carry a single bag

sugar daddy!will who insists on fancy dinners and hotels and spa treatments

sugar daddy!will who sends flowers every week

sugar daddy!will who loves when you drop in to the office and bring him lunch

sugar daddy!will who blocks out his afternoon so he can fuck you on his desk

sugar daddy!will who adores his girl

[cryloma]

perv!will headcannons

authors note: i love will so much, he does not get enough attention on here! debut post, hope this is okay :) mdni 18+

warnings: sexual stuff , stealing, , basic perv stuff

perv!will who was so surprised to see as someone as pretty as you stood in front of him. his cheeks reddened quickly as he stammered over his words, his eyes everywhere but meeting yours as he introduced himself with an awkward tone.

“h-hey! i’m will, but i’m sure you already know that”

he thought about that all night, not getting a wink of sleep. the replay made his nose scrunch. why would you know his name!

perv!will who thinks about you for weeks on end, imagining all the things he could do to you. in the end he plucked up the courage and followed you on instagram. he never sent you a message.

perv!will who scrolls through your photos every night. he was sure he was in love with you, or his cock was. he didn’t mind.

perv!will who is already rock solid when he lays his eyes on you again. your hand drags across his shoulder as you smile at him, greeting him just like before. he wishes your hand was dragging down the length of his cock, palming him while on your knees, staring up at him with pleading eyes

perv!will who is ecstatic when he you start hanging around with his friends more.

perv!will who invites you to stay at his apartment after you got too drunk to walk. he offered you his clothes to sleep in, you chucked your clothes effortlessly in the corner. will didn’t miss the baby blue fabric flying with the rest of it.

he played it off casually but his heart was beating increasingly fast. he had won the lottery. you soon left, bidding him a lazy goodbye. will had never moved faster in his life.

he brought your baby blue underwear to his face, holding the cloth where your damp pussy sits in to his nose as he took a deep inhale; a shudder releasing from him as his cock began to feel a bit tight in his trousers.

perv!will who acts like the perfect friend, talking about all of your favourite interests, you were naive. he had deeply stalked you, finding out everything about you.

perv!will who noticed you letting yourself go around him, staying the night every now and then, will loved every fucking bit.

perv!will who is shameless. every time you sat near him? all those times you walk around in shorts? even when you walk past? he’s staring. hard.

perv!will who is over the moon when you two sleep in the same bed together for the first ever time! it was accidental, a late movie turning into soft snores from you. but will did not mind one bit.

his hands were on you. lightly touching your waist, or holding your hand gently ( he even skimmed your ass a few times - oops! )

this had been his dream, and fucking you relentlessly, of course, but small steps!

perv!will who was so excited he almost fainted when he became your boyfriend.

perv!will who finds whatever you do as a turn on for him, whether it's doing washing, cooking, cleaning, or just simply existing. he rocks a boner every time and whines to you how he needs your help, rutting into your hand as breathy moans fill your ears

perv!will who humps into you whenever you're about to fall asleep, silently asking for you to stay up and let him destroy you.

perv!will who grins when you finally lie on your back, legs spread with your underwear damp and an expression that tells him you desperately need it too. he quickly goes in between your legs, pulling down his sweats as his eager boner pops out and takes it rightful place in your cunt

perv!will who cannot stop touching himself in front of you ever since you said it was okay.

perv!will who showers with you now, his cock hardening within milliseconds as soon as he sees your naked body—a small giggle leaving your lips as you looked at the dumbfounded expression he wore before washing yourself. “i-i’ll do it for you, pet!” he eagerly said, grabbing the wash cloth you held into his hands before grabbing your soft plush with shaky hands and scrubbing any excess of dirt and grime from your sweet, sweet body.

perv!will who is kneading your perky breast in his hands, forgetting all about the main point of taking a shower together as he found a new initiative; making you feel good.

perv!will who almost dies at you offering him a blowjob after him having a bad day at filming.

perv!will who is obsessed with you.