a/n: i’m so sorry for taking years to post this, after promising it several times … but it’s finally here and it’s fucking filthy (because i love you all so much) so have fun and go insane mwah mwah!!!
warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!!, plot? never heard of her, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f! receiving), beard burn kink, thigh riding, chain kink, spit kink if you squint, possessive kink if you also squint, light mentions of crying during sex, lots of swearing.
sitting on the bed after finishing your lunch, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand. you mindlessly scrolled on instagram for a bit, before returning any messages you had just as you heard the water from the shower turn off. he made his way out of the bathroom not too long after, and you couldn’t help but stare.
it should be forbidden truly, to be able to walk out with a towel losely hanging off of his hips. his perfectly sculpted chest in plain sight as his chains fidget with his every step. your eyes following the small droplets of water that trickle down his back, tracing every crevasse of his muscles.
he spoke and you unconsciously responded, until he turned around swiftly and the towel threatened to fall off completely, before he held it with his hand.
“hm?” he asks as you had to blink repeatedly before you could look up at him. “hmm?” you responded, not realizing the way you mimicked him. he smirked at you, “i said, it’s rude to stare.”
you scoff, “says you!” making will laugh.
“why don’t you go pick my suit while i finish up.” he says, seeing the smile creep up on your lips. it was something you quite enjoyed doing.
you hopped out of the bed, walking into the closet as will made his way back into the bathroom. you raked your fingers through all of them, analyzing all the ones he’s worn this past week. he had a good selection, two new ones even, but he wore the lilac set just last game and despite the way you were contemplating the thought of your boyfriend in it once again, you ended up chosing his green set.
holding it up, you grab the suit jacket and set the rest of it on the counter. opening it up gently, you slip it on for fun. as you moved around in front of the mirror you enjoyed the oversized look of it since you’ve been contemplating wether or not to buy a set for yourself. since you were wearing shorts, the ends of the suit covered them almost completely and showed as if you were wearing nothing but the jacket. you smiled, something to keep in mind as it’d be a fit you think your boyfriend would quite enjoy.
“having a little fashion show are we?” he mentions, fixing his hair as he walked up behind you. you began to take it off, “hm, just making sure it’ll look good all sprawled out on the bed when you’ve barely made it through the door.” he smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “is that so? i thought you like it when i have a suit on?”
“yes. but, i think we can both agree that unravelling articles of clothing-” you begin, as you grab his hands and put them to your hips, his fingers naturally hooking onto the band of your shorts and panties, “-is entirely better.” your lips connect with will’s. you might have come across as needy, as you fingers tugged in his hair, but you didn’t care.
“mmm don’t tempt me” he mumbles as he breaks the link of your lips. you let out a little whine, “we have enough time” you mutter back. “there’s never enough time for you, love.” he says, lifting you and placing you on the bed.
laying down, he hovers over you. “i’m going to be late.” he mentions, as he pulls down what he agrees are in the way. “you’ll be fine.” you state as your fingers tug on his boxers. “you better be right”
you smile, as his lips attack your neck and his hands roam under your crew neck and all over your body. you let out an airy moan as his fingers find your nipples, but that’s before he pulled your sweater off as well, and his mouth latches on. your back arches as his hands roll down your sides, your hips and then to your ass. he squeezes before his hands find their home between your thighs. you’re shut up from a moan as willy kisses you while playing around with your wetness.
“always ready for me, aren’t you?”
you merely nod when his thumb begins to rub circles on your clit and two of his fingers slip through your entrance. “mmmm yeah” you moan.
your fingers continue to tug at his boxers, will letting you drag them down. you were very aware of his bulge, and when his cock slaps against his stomach you’re thankful you were able to convince him.
“is this what you were needy for? what you tease me for?” you look up at him, clenching around nothing but the void. “please will,” your hand raking down his v-line to give him some strokes “fuck me” you whine, getting up just a tad so you could pull him down by his chains with you. he kisses you as your legs habitually wrap around his waist letting his cock push in.
your eyes roll back, that’s exactly what you wanted. your fingers immediately find his still moist hair, willy taking no time but to find a brisk pace. “fuck yeah just like that” you plead, as you move with his every thrust. willy’s mouth finding home in your breasts once again, making his beard rub against your silky skin which only added on top of all the pleasure.
you couldn't stop clenching around him, and you knew you were breaking him by the second. so willy finds your clit, and he’s ruthless with his fingers. you bite your lip to mask your moans, even nipping on his shoulders. “cum for me, love. oh god i fucking love it when you clench around me”
whimpering as the coil snaps in your belly you kick his lower back to go impossibly deeper into you. he lightly snickers, before his cock twitches and he kisses your cheek as he rides both of your highs out. “yeah that’s my good girl” he whispers, grabbing your hips and continuing to thrust into you.
your head is turned to the side, your eyes closed, as you feel like his pace never softens. your hands reach out to grip his forearms as your moans don’t stop and you can feel the beginning of your second orgasm rushing in. that’s until he stops all at once, and you can’t help but cry out at the emptiness. you take a deep breath as you catch his teasing. “mmm later, älskling.” well, of course.
kneeling up just like him you kiss him and nip at his lip. “hey google, what time is it?” you ask your home device. hearing her response you smirk at willy, “hmm i stand corrected.” he merely slaps your ass before he gets up, cleans himself and gets ready. you laid down on your tummy, not bothering to put your clothes back on just yet.
when will comes out, he bites his lip and groans just the softest bit as you stare innocently back at him. not forgetting to flutter your lashes. “you’re in for it later” he warns.
you felt your cunt throb at his tone.
—
you sat on your couch, blanket in hand, as you saw the last few minutes of the game pass on the clock. “and the leafs go home tonight with their third win of the week” the broadcasters say as the boys crowd to head pat sammy. you smile as you watch your boyfriend hug jt and the other boys. they managed to pull through with another win despite a pretty persistent game. the credit goes to not only ilya but also to the game winning goal scorer: william. the same man who you’ll be waiting to come through your door once again, so you can show him just how proud — and worked up — you are.
you waited around watching the post game coverage, fidgeting in your sweatpants. closer to the time you know william would be in his car, you decided to get up and strip yourself from the sweats. you figured you’d save him the time. so you sat back down on the couch, with a crewneck of willy’s and just your baby pink panties underneath.
just as you draped the blanket on your lap, willy unlocks the door. walking in while taking off his coat and shoes, his eyes find yours. he sees how dark they are, but you didn’t budge. he walked up to the back of the couch, letting your head fall back so he could lean down and kiss you. he was quick to pull you close, turning you around so you were kneeling and facing him, reaching for his kisses once again.
letting your fingers run through his hair, he looked down and saw the thin pink fabric. “mmm nice to see you too baby” he says, lips forming into a smile. “you took too long” you whined at him, as you felt everything to be dreadfully longer than usual.
he snickered, his hands running down to rest on the small of your back. you desperately kissed him again, not knowing how much longer you could wait till he could pin you down on your bed and make you cry. “oh what a needy girl you are”
you smiled, as he gripped your ass and pulled you up and off of the couch. he carried you to the bedroom, your kisses never leaving his warm skin. throwing you down on the bed, he bites his lip at the site — resulting in you letting out a cheeky giggle. he follows quickly after tossing away his suit jacket, choosing to take off your sweater at the same time. his lips trail over you some more, leaving wet kisses on the curves of your breasts before going down and kissing your stomach.
you shiver when his mouth gives you small pecks on your thighs before he lays another on your clothed cunt. you can’t hold back a moan even at the barely present touch. he looks up at you smirking at your squirmy state. “got you all worked up from my goal, didn’t i?” he states more so than asks, taking his sweet sweet time to discard your wet panties. you're practically rolling your eyes.
“well i’ve been thinking about you all evening. how i left your tight pussy dripping wet. figured i’d give you what you wanted so bad earlier.” you whimpered. “a good girl should get what she deserves, don’t you think?” his voice grew lower as he looked up at you, your pussy throbbed again. “yeah-yeah she should.” he hums.
“the real question is whether she can actually take it?” he threatens, as his fingers graze your cunt and he quickly nips on your buds. fuck you’re screwed you thought. making his way down he hauls your hips with him. he gave one bold swipe from your already dripping hole to your clit and you let out a small gasp.
his tongue moved quickly, flicking softly at your clit until rotating to lap at your entrance as he groaned at the taste of you. his nose bumping perfectly into your clit, he was feasting like it was his last meal on earth.
your body was squirming, your hips trying to grind on his mouth if you weren't attempting to close your thighs around willy’s head. that made his beard scrape against your inner thighs even more, making pleasure curl throughout your body.
he knew, will always knew. so he purposely moved his face side to side, painting red patches on your velvety skin. the two different feelings numbed your mind. you pressed your head back into the pillow as your free hand reached to grip his hair aggressively. moans spilled into the room and you pushed him closer into you as you chased your orgasm. “mmm—don’t stop—fuck will”
willy’s cock throbbed against his dress pants as he saw your back arching from the bed and felt your nails digging into his scalp. he groaned into you again and the vibrations sent you spiralling while his teeth teased your bundle of nerves. he sucked hard on it and you cried out his name.
when his three fingers slipped inside, no problem, the coil snapped and your wetness soaked his hand and mouth. he cleaned you up, lapping at the most unholiest drink. his beard rubbed against your pussy and you whimpered at the sensitivity. he did it again before he kissed your clit and connected his damp lips with yours.
you moaned at the taste of yourself, and willy smirked. “delicious, no? fuck i can eat you out for days, princess.”
you sat up and grabbed his neck to pull him in for another kiss. you needed something to ground you and you didn’t know what else to do other than kiss him until both of your lips were puffy and pink. willy gripped your ass and pulled you close to him, he was still dressed and you didn’t think that was right.
your soft hands unhooked the last few buttons on his shirt, he had the first three open anyways. willy slipped it off as you rubbed your hands against his chest, down his stomach and traced his v-line like he loves. your fingers targeted his zipper next, “take it off” you mumbled. he smirked in response, getting off of the bed he dragged his pants down and threw them in the direction of his jacket. he walked back to the bed but you dragged down his boxers before he could get back on, “this especially.”
his cock was shiny, precum lacing the pink tip. you licked your lips, his dark eyes steady on you. he had the whole night planned out already, and you could only picture how you would already feel after the first round.
he sat down beside you, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into his open lips. as you leaned in, your leg draped over one of his legs before william folds it upwards. you gasped, feeling how the stern muscles of his thick thighs pushed right under your wet cunt. “you like that?”
what a stupid question you thought. as if he doesn’t see just how much you stare — in sweats, in dress pants, in jeans, so be it. you thought about them a rotting amount of times everyday. and oh how you’d be lying if you didn’t physically ache over how much you wanted to be writhing on top of them.
you scoffed at him. “can i?” you ask softly, nipping at the inside of your lip as you look at him with your needy eyes. he smiled as he grabbed your hips and started a steady rhythm for you.
your hands found his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. willy gave you kisses on your collarbone, “that’s it, keep going” he was eating up your little moans and whines as you glistened his thigh. nipping down on your soft skin, he flexed his leg. “oh fuck” you yelped as your head fell back at the action.
“eyes on me, darling” he demanded, and you did so. looking at him as he flexed again and your lips fell open. “come on baby girl, soak these thighs” you pull his head into your chest at his words. gripping a handful of his hair as you moaned and twitched. he flexed again, and god forbid if his thumb so happened to rub a circle on your clit. but it did, and he didn’t have to do many before you were chanting his name.
keeping his thigh nicely pushed up against you, he guided you as your juices dripped down his leg. he groaned at the sight, and how you didn’t stop cumming, and how it began falling on the bed sheets. “what a fucking good girl.” he moaned out, seeing how flushed your face got with the lazy last rolls of your hips.
you stopped at the tremble in your own thighs, your head falling on his shoulder and kissing the crook of his neck. your hands found his upright cock and stroked him. he grunted in your ear, feeling how it twitched in your snug grip.
you kissed once again, your forehead against willy’s. “i need you. inside of me” you mumbled into his lips. “please baby”
“my pleasure” he states as he rolls you over. as you get on all fours willy kisses your shoulder, “gonna be my pretty little slut, are you?” he whispers in your ear.
“always am.” you shoot back and will snickers.
he guided himself to you, purposely avoiding your entrance as he teased. sliding his tip to your clit then back down your slit before he slides in seamlessly. a loud throaty moan threatening to escape at how stretched you felt. how you always felt.
he pumped in and it of you devilishly long and slow. as he dragged out every thrust, he would fully exit before retentering. you were dying at the inconsistency of his pace. “faster willy, please.” you begged, “i can’t take it much longer”
he had a smirk plastered on his smug face. he was fucking with you, oh indeed. but it was your choice: either be teased and edged the whole night or well…
he pushes you down, pinning you hard, as he buries his cock in you once again. he held your lower back as he felt like he could enter not only way deeper than before, but more predominantly. and you expected it.
he thrusted in you at a more familiar pace before he increased it more and more. your face found home in a pillow you had dragged down to you from above. gnawing on it, your moans were still hard to muffle.
the sound of skin slapping skin had your eyes rolling, as his hands sternly gripped your hips into his own. willy could be found groaning as well, even nipping his own lip to try his best to outlast you. but it was hard as you clenched around him every time he was balls deep.
though he easily kept an angle that made you repeatedly chant things like “fuck fuck fuck fuck ugh fuuuck” and he hit it visiously.
“feels so good willy so fucking good”
“i know baby girl. let go for me” he mumbles against your shoulder, placing wet kisses and nibbles.
and so you did, again. feeling the rush of pleasure consume you as willy hushes your whines and moans by pulling you up to him. resting on his chest, your head lolled to the side he held you close as your high faded away.
his hand moved from your neck and gently made its way down your curves. his fingers found your soaking pussy and he groaned at the feeling of his fingers playing with all the gathered juices.
you turned to lay on your back and willy followed. but you knew he hadn’t cummed yet and the look in his eyes told you enough. he kissed your neck, “do you think you can take another hm? wanted it so bad earlier” he teased, though he kept a more gentler tone as he understood your overstimulated state.
you looked at him, playing with his hair. despite knowing just how sensitive you’ll be in a moment, fuck was this so hot. “you know i’ll always be ready for you. this is your perfect little tight pussy. it’s yours willy all fucking yours”
“that’s it princess, it’s all mine.” he says with a smile, taking his cock and thrusting right in. he lifted your hips high in the air as he started at a firm pace once again. he hit that faultless spot deep inside in less than a second. you couldn’t help but scream out a series of expletives, as the oh too familiar haze felt like you were starting to lose all possible control.
he spat on your clit, which was exhibited for his full disposal. using his thumb to push harsh circles. your lip was on the verge of extracting drops of crimson red with the way you were biting down on it. willy continued mumbling things to you but you were in no capability of hearing, understanding or responding to any of it. he was impelling you to the verge of your fourth orgasm in just the bit of time of his return. all you could do was scream.
you ate at the blazing pleasure from both his vigorous hands and his thick cock, giving into it as you gripped willy as hard as you possibly could. william could feel himself twitching at the way your saturated pussy clamped around him. it felt so cruel as his cock ached of its own release.
will’s thrusts never stopped after your high, as he dropped your hips from his high grip. he kept his hands under your knees, widening your thighs far apart. you felt the burn in your eyes as willy wiped your cheek. “i’m so proud of you, baby. taking me so fucking good like the cockslut you are. you can do it, just another for me, princess.”
“y-yeah, yes, ye” you whined out, fuck you didn’t even know what you were saying. he was pounding into you, your boobs jumping with every move of his. so did his chains, in which you gripped, yanking as willy followed down with them. you wanted a kiss, letting willy taste your warm and salty tears. when he moved upwards, your hands kept at the cold metal around his neck.
willy’s deep grunts infatuated you. a bruise would most likely be found on your hips and thighs as he kept you as wide open as you could for him. his hips began to stutter, as your sensitivity only got worse. your thundering heartbeat in your ear and the fire in your lower stomach making the world around you a blur. your chest heaved and drips of sweat fell from willy’s chest. “cum-gonna-cum fuck yeah so fucking close- shit” you moaned out, “come willy, come for me”
“mm baby i can’t help with that fluttering cunt of yours”
with one last twitch, and one last sloppy thrust, you cry out again, now at the feeling of his warm seed coating you. as he pulled out, your conjoined cum dripped out of your pink pussy. willy bit his lip before he decided to dive down and lap you clean. you winced at his flat tongue, gripping the sheets for dear life. “jesus christ william”
he came back up as he kissed your cunt before kissing up towards your mouth again. “you’re so perfect. love how you can take what you tease for all the time” he says in your ear as he moves to the side, letting you follow him to rest on his chest. you smile,
“i get what i want.”
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you sat in your boyfriend's lap, moaning into his swollen lips as your hips rolled into his and your fingers tugged at his messy hair. he admired you, the way you always looked like an angel in his eyes. his hands played with your breasts, squeezing for a bit until his fingers made their way down to your core. his thumb rubbed circles against your clit, you pulled willy into you as the overstimulation makes you weak.
“cum for me love” william whispered in your ear as one of his hands moved to your back and the other on your ass to push you back and forth faster.
you moaned in his ear as a response. you let your head fall back, willy’s lips leaving some kisses on your throat as the two of you rode out your highs. you didn’t even notice when you pushed willy down onto the bed, letting your whole body rest on top of his to catch your breath.
after a couple minutes and a couple kisses, you took your head out from the crook of will’s neck and looked into his crystal blue eyes. he gave you a warm smile, cupping one of your cheeks to rub it with his thumb. “what’s up?” he asks you softly.
“i wanna go somewhere, i don’t know. do something with you” you said, kissing his chin. “what’d you have in mind?”
“maybe just drive, drive until we find- find the chateau marmont!” you explained, willy giggled. “well i’ve told you love, i’ll go anywhere with you.”
“then let’s go!”
“at almost midnight?”
“we’ll catch the sunrise!!” you said, letting your fingers graze his stomach. “then you should wear a sweater, so you don’t get cold.” willy replies, smiling as your face glows up.
you squealed as you got up and got dressed. putting on whatever you could find, you grabbed one of willy’s sweaters before you guys were out the door and in the car. you guys drove out of the city, passing all the open buildings that light up the night life. you knew the two of you couldn’t go to chateau marmont (obviously), but you just wanted to find a pretty place somewhere where you’ve never been. it’s always something you’ve wanted to do since you were young, and doing it with your boyfriend sounded even more romantic.
will opened the windows, as the special playlist you made for him played in the background. you stuck your hand out, seeing how you got goosebumps at the rush of air. you tried to catch the air with your fingers, william looking over and smiling at your playful actions.
you were like no girl william has ever met. your heart was so big and your imagination was infinite. you always looked so free, in such bliss, you just enjoy life as one should. william loves that about you. loves that you’ll always teach him something or take somewhere and force him to do something that he’ll later realize felt amazing. you live out your dreams, and he gets all his motivation and inspiration from you.
willy continued to drive while the two of you talked and talked. pointing out a few things you thought looked cute, the sky began to grow brighter. “you tired?” you asked him, “not really. i like this, it feels nice” he replies, smiling at the horizon. you grabbed for his hand that rested on his thigh.
it didn’t take much long for something to catch your eye. you spotted this platform that held a lit up sign. “wait i think we can get over there” you mentioned, pointing to the location. willy nodded, taking a road that leads over there. once he parked you got out and waited for willy before you took his hand and ran over to the sign. in the other side you could see a highway with a few cars passing by.
you smiled, seeing how the sun was beginning to creep up from the horizon. cascading the sky with yellow and pink tones. music echoed out of the car as you both leaned against the car to watch, staring at such a magnificent sight.
that was until you asked, “dance with me?” william smiled, taking your hand into his “my pleasure.” the two of you swayed together, willy sometimes twirling you and watching the way your hair flowed and your face blushed.
he broke the sweet silence first, holding you by him to be able to share some of his thoughts. “you know the love i have for you is incomprehensible, out of this world. nothing and no one can ever come close to it.”
you looked up at him, you bit your lip at how you could feel the love radiating off of him. he makes your heart feel so full. “well i’ll always love you more” you reply.
“hmm nope, i’ll still love you more than that” willy retaliates before he sweeps you up in his arms and swings you around. you couldn’t stop giggling against his cheek, your arms wrapped around his neck. his arms were your home, the only place you wanted to be. the place where you felt safe and most importantly, the place where you felt the most loved.
“thank you for this” you say, hugging willy as the sun shined down on the two of you. he smiles, “thank you for taking me on these adventures. i love your little mind, you always have something beautiful cooking up in there.”
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“oh shit” you mumbled when you realized there was no more milk in your fridge. you quickly placed a very worn out oversized hoodie on top of your pyjamas before grabbing your phone and running out. you needed the milk to finish your favourite pasta’s creamy sauce that you were making for dinner.
“i could have sworn i had a bag left” you said to yourself as you were in the sobeys only a couple blocks down your condo. grabbing the milk from the large fridge you stopped in your tracks when you heard a voice.
“y/n? y/n l/n?” the voice said, it didn’t take long for your mind to replay all the times you’ve heard the sweet voice before. you smiled, before immediately turning around.
there he was, michael bunting. also known as the goofy boy who you had a major crush on in high school.
“bunts?” you asked, looking at his cheeky smile. “it’s me babe!” he said, nodding while walking up to you.
“you’re the last person i would have thought to see today. and definitely the last person i wanted to see with how shitty i look!” you whine as you cover your face in embarrassment.
“aw come on, you got cute pjs!!” he says laughing, looking at the tons of sheeps all around your fuzzy pants.
“you’re back? aren't you supposed to be in arizona?” you asked, knowing he was able to pursue his professional hockey career with the arizona coyotes.
“i decided to sign over here! you’ll be seeing a lot of me around town now!!” he said, fiddling with his shoes before he looked up to see your reaction. you smile at him, you always wanted to see him again. especially after senior year, but your careers separated the two of you.
“sounds like lots of fun!” you said nudging his arm, in which he giggled back. looking at him again, after a couple years, you figured you should take the opportunity to catch up. “do you- i don’t know, wanna get dinner one day?” you asked him, now it was your turn to fiddle instead with the bag of milk.
“you know what y/n/n,” bunts says, your heart fluttering at your nickname, which you didn’t think he’d remember. the special nickname he gave you that one night. “yeah?” you asked quietly, “i’d love that.” a familiar warm feeling filled your body, one you have not felt at all for years.
smiles were exchanged, before you told him you had to run back home to finish your dinner. “you left the stove on?” he asked, concerned as you nervously giggled. he gave you his number before he watched as you clumsily ran away. he then laughed as you dropped your phone in the process and at how you were too nervous to look back if anyone saw you.
—
you’ve been talking with bunts for hours everyday, the two of you not taking any time to wait to catch up. though today, it was finally the day for your planned meet-up for dinner.
you wore a dress you’d designed back in highschool. you only ever showed that design to four people. your teacher, who gave you a 95% on it, your best friends shay and alex, and bunts.
he saw you one day, sitting in the hall skipping gym class to finish the drawing before the due date. he was skipping physics just because he was bored out of his mind cause of some sub-teacher. he sat down beside you, you didn’t really know what to do other than smile at his presence.
as much as he liked to joke around, he was never to anyone and especially not to you. that’s except for some of the bullies he’d encounter some days. that made you feel like you never had to be too nervous around him. he always came with a welcoming atmosphere, which is why you thought you fell for him so easily.
“that’s real good” he told you as you coloured in the flowers in your pattern. “thank you!” you said, “no no, i mean that’s really fucking good!!” you laughed at him. “thanks michael” you said, hoping your blush didn’t show as much.
“please, call me bunts, you know that.”
“okay, bunts.” he smiled at you, his mind sitting on the way your voice sounded when you said both his nickname and real name.
as you walked into the restaurant, you saw bunts waiting for you by the bar. you walked up to him as he turned around to face you. his eyes scanned your entire outfit, “you’re joking!!” he exclaimed.
you laughed at him, “do you remember?” you asked. “of course i do, it was the prettiest dress i’ve ever seen!!” he said, later asking if he could touch the thin lacy material that sculpted the dress.
“i remember how you coloured in the fabric, to show how soft and flowy it would look. and the flowers, did you make them yourself?” he asked as his fingers grazed the embroidered shapes.
“yeah, took me a long time but, yeah!” you said, smiling as he was genuinely intrigued by your work. you could feel your face getting all red but luckily the lights were sort of dim.
when the two of you sat down, you both began taking a trip down memory lane. “you were barely making eye contact with me at prom, that’s why i didn’t think you were going to ask me to dance!” you said, as you picked on your appetizers.
“i couldn’t look at you” he said, making sure he didn’t lose eye contact with you this time around. “why not?” you asked, “you looked too pretty.” he said, biting his lip just for a second before he saw you do the same.
“that kiss though,” you mentioned, bunts nodded “talk about straight out of the movies!” he joked. “did i really steal your heart? out of everybody in that school. was it really me?” bunting asks, taking a sip from his drink.
“you stole my first kiss and my happiness too.” you said, spinning your drink around. “i always thought i’d never see you again, knowing you’d probably have a huge career somewhere with a really good team. my dream was to go to europe, hoping to start my fashion career there. my 17 year old self always thought that i’d just see you in another life.”
“well, i say, i definitely want you in this one.”
you both scoot closer to each other, feeling how his fingers interlace with yours. the two of you then sit there, hands folded together under the table, pretending as if you’re not both acting like highschool kids who are just a bit obsessed with each other.
you loved the nostalgic, fluttering feeling bunts always gave you, and you really wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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a/n: hello!!! here’s the first fic out of my birthday series!! i hope y’all enjoy this soft yet smutty fic and i’ll see y’all tomorrow with another drop hehe
pairing: frederik andersen x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, light mentions of oral (f receiving), essentially memories from last night and nights passed
you relished in the large feel of warmth beside you. you hugged it, before your eyes opened and focused on the soft face of your boyfriend. you admired him, the way his face would scrunch, his lips lightly twitching, his red hair shining from the creeping sun.
you got up softly, making sure to not bother his sleep. you stretched as you made your way to the bathroom. looking at the mirror you fixed your bed hair before you noticed the darkening marks on your collarbone. taking off the large shirt you were currently wearing, you smirked as you saw another mark below your breasts. your mind immediately replayed the build up to yet another lustful night shared between the two of you.
as you got into the shower, you stood there letting the warm water drip down your figure. closing your eyes, you were met with freddie’s chocolate eyes. you smiled, seeing how your fingers traced the sides of his growing beard. his eyes fell to your lips, in which you bit down on as his hands made their way to your ass and you were placed down on the bed.
your fingers made their way to your neck. you felt the way frederik’s breath hovered over it, his lips targeting the spot he's perhaps eyed for hours. his teeth grazing your skin, your other hand could feel the way you’d let your hands fall from his shoulders down to his forearm. you parted your hair so water could fall down your back. the movement reminded you about all the times freddie would part your hair so he could fit his head into the crook of your neck. whispering how gorgeous you look in your ears.
your fingers fall down to your chest, picturing the way your back arches into frederik. his tongue tracing the curves of your breasts. a light moan escaped your mouth when you could feel freddie’s lips attached to your sensitive nipples. your fingers tracing the path freddie always took down to the place that ached for him the most. his hands holding your hips down. you could picture the way you’d squirm, he's barely touching you but instead watching how your body can picture his soon to come actions. knowing just how good he feels and how much you want it.
“say it” you requested, once. “say what, love?” he asked gently, “my name.” you ran your fingers through his hair as freddie smiled at you. “y/n” he murmurs against your chest.
“again.”
“y/n.” his lips against your stomach.
“y/n.” then your thighs.
“y/n.” then your heat. not before pulling back and bringing out a whine from you.
your thighs were next, fred would always tease you by giving the softest kisses yet. holding them in his hands as he asks you what you want him to do to you. “worship me” you pleaded once, humming at your response “my pleasure” he says. his mouth diving in to eat you up. you could picture how your first moan always overpowered you, opening your eyes you blush at the thought.
you closed them again, seeing how fred kisses your heaving chest. your doe eyes looking up at him, your mouth slightly agape. he loved your post-orgasmic state, you looked so fragile, so vulnerable. “are you real?” you’d ask, he only wanted to hold you close, in which you wanted as well with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
your head fell back at the thought of his cock stretching you out. you rubbed your cheek as freddie would, “you’re alright love” he’d say. your little whines in his ear as his hands steady you into his build. thrust after thrust after thrust. your nails digging into his back, a groan leaving his mouth.
your hands ran down your sides, squeezing where frederik’s large hands would. when your hips would roll into his, and your teeth nibbled on his lip, his eyes watching you so carefully. a grip around your “useless hands” could be felt in your wrists as he held them above you. you could also surely remember the pain in your thighs when freddie would fold your legs on his broad shoulders. your hands picturing the soft feel of a handful of freddie’s hair. your eyes habitually rolling back.
frederik always took an opportunity to show you his love. whether it would be with simple actions, or toe-curling, unholy fucking movements. every time you didn’t picture your life with another man. you didn’t want anyone else’s lips marking you other than freddie’s. he gave you everything and more. it’s perfect.
arms snaked around you. your mind thinking you were merely picturing it as freddie nibbled on your shoulder, your fingers tracing the veins on his strapping arms. you let your head fall back, but freddie’s voice helped you gain back your senses.
letting your eyes flutter open, you saw freddie smiling down on you. “what are you doing, love?” he asks, kissing your wet hair. “hmm, daydreaming i guess.”
“yeah?” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head. “mhm, about you.” you say, turning around to face him, “about your hands, and your lips, and your…” you say looking down at his very large-
“cock?” he denotes, you look up and giggle. “already got you all flustered before i even woke up, hmm?”
“can you blame me? you rot my brain everyday with all the filthy things you’ve done to me. it’s a miracle i’m not jumping you every minute.” he laughs at your statement. “darling, you don’t know how many times i’ve picturing your glistening figure sprawled out just for me.”
you look up at him again and kiss his chin. “really?” you ask, picturing he might have a bit more control on things like this compared to you. “you don’t think i’d dream of that dripping wet pussy of yours? it eats me alive knowing i can’t always have it right in front of me, waiting patiently to be licked up”
you bite your lips at his words. “fuck” you say before he smirks and lifts you up to pin you to the wall. “we’re in the same boat, doll. now let’s make those dreams of yours come true. i think i know how they go,” frederik says.
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hello loves!!!! it’s my birthday v soon and i wanted to do something cute to celebrate with you all :))) i’ve curated a series of fics to be posted within a time frame of five days — starting from august 25th to my birthday, aka. august 29th! i’ve picked my current favs to be the protagonists in my love-struck themed fics <3 i had lots of fun planning this out and i really do hope you all can enjoy them as much as i did making them!! love you all, stay tuned besties 💌
— on queue ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 1 ➳ frederik andersen
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : takes place as a memory of last night and nights and nights shared between the two. every night meant something. showed each other just how much love they hold for one other. how one could have so much control over the other. the way they could both rot the other's brain with infinite thoughts, whether completely filthy or tooth-aching sweet.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 2 ➳ michael bunting
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : harvesting crushes for each other through their early years of school, and one unforgettable kiss at senior prom, seeing each other again after years passed was something special. love bubbled in their hearts, eyes sparkled and it felt good being lovesick kids once again. nostalgia couldn’t hit the two of them any harder.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 3 ➳ rasmus sandin
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : after having some tough chances at love, it’s not hard for one to become almost hopeless at the idea of it. a set of lovely blue eyes and blonde hair can surely make your heart impulsively simp but when he fights to actually gain your attention? the butterflies in your tummy don’t even know what to do. he has lots of plans for you and you wouldn’t want anyone else to have your firsts with.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 4 ➳ morgan rielly
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : next door neighbours either completely hate each other, or are totally in love. for one pair, they always sat in the middle. even though they could both get on each other's nerves, they did always stick by each other. that is though, it always seemed like there were “boyfriends” or “girlfriends” separating them from imagining a time where it could just be the two of them. that’s until enough is enough.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 5 ➳ william nylander
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : driving around, the wind in your hair, hands interlaced, singing along to your favourite tracks. they were things you loved doing together. there was no place that the two of you could go where you didn’t have fun. nor was there ever a time where you didn’t find one more thing you loved about the other. being lost in love could possibly be the best feeling in the world.
can I request a blurb of bo with ❛ if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop. ❜
hi liv!!! thank you so much for the birthday wishes 🥺
of course! one blurb with bo bichette coming up ☺️
"Woah, you look stunning," the baseball player was at a loss for words as you stepped out of your apartment. You ran your hand through the formal outfit you were wearing, making sure there was not a wrinkle in sight before your brain processed who was talking to you. Your head bobbed up to find Bo standing in front of you -- his body was resting against his car in a nonchalant manner -- with a tint of color flush across his cheeks as he continued to stare at you.
A quiet chuckle escaped from your lips and you shook your head in a playful manner as you approached Bo where he was waiting for you. "You clean up amazing yourself, Bichette," there was a teasing smirk on your face while you placed a friendly kiss onto his stubbled cheek.
"Thank you for being my plus one again, I owe you one big time." Bo whispered under his breath as he stepped away from the car and turned around for a brief moment before he turned to face you again -- opening the car door for you in the process. "Shall we get going? The event's going to start soon..."
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"Bo, close your mouth, buddy -- you're going to drown in your own drool!" The baseball player's momentary period of daydreaming ended as George's voice brought him back to reality. "I still cannot believe you haven't confessed your love for Y/N yet." George mumbled to himself as he took another little sip of his champagne and peered at Bo through the champagne flute.
The baseball player rolled his eyes at his teammate as he shook his head, "when the time is right, I'll tell Y/N, but until then, it'll be a hidden secret."
George shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner before he excused himself out of the conversation. Soon after George left, you approached Bo with a glass of your choice of drink in your hands as you stared at him with a furrowed brow.
"Oh sorry, did I interrupt the conversation you were having with George?" A slight frown made its way onto your lips as you glanced at Bo with a look of confusion written in your eyes.
Bo's eyes widened and he shook his head without saying a word before he abruptly left to go somewhere else.
Your slight frown deepened as you watched Bo disappear off into the crowd. "Did I say something wrong?"
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The car ride back to your apartment wafted with awkward silence. Neither you nor Bo were in the mood to talk as things still didn't feel right between you both.
Why has he been avoiding you all night? Why hasn't he said a word to you all night? Why has the evening brought a shift to your relationship with Bo?
"I had fun tonight," you simply stated as the car was brought to a halt. There was a hint of sadness in your voice as you spoke; your hands moved to undo the seat belt buckle as you desperately wanted to get out of there.
"Me too," Bo's fingers incessantly tapped the rim of the steering wheel. There was a look in his hazel-brown eyes that denoted that he wanted to do something, but his anxiety was stopping him from doing so. "Wait, Y/N, I want to apologize to you..."
You stopped in your tracks as your heard Bo's soft voice quietly beckon for you. Your eyes wavered a bit as you stared at the baseball player sitting next to you.
Without a warning, he cupped your face in his hands and brought you in for a kiss that was sweet but passionate.
"I was afraid that if I kissed you, I wouldn't be able to stop..."
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