for the first time in your adult life, you're single, and now also know that you're bisexual. you thought you'd never get the chance to explore it while you were with your ex-girlfriend — you'd never even kissed a boy before — but now you can. opportunity strikes when you meet james at a party.
pure sweet gay fluff / steam
tw for some brief mentions of alcoholism/sobriety
word count: 2.4K
my first male!reader fic! to be totally honest, I don't know if I'm going to make a habit of it, just because I prefer writing stuff that I can connect to more closely (read: I'm a horny bitch and everything I write is a self-insert). however, it made for an interesting challenge, plus this was requested by @solsticethesunwitch back in DECEMBER, and I absolutely owed it to them to give this a shot for being the most patient person on earth, so thank you, my friend. I hope you enjoy xx
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you stand in the corner, at a party in someone's flat (you don't know whose, your friend's friend's neighbor or some shit), nursing a soda that you're pretending has alcohol in it.
you feel weird. being single still feels weird. it had been over two months since your relationship of five-ish years ended, and your friends dragged you out, refusing to let you waste another saturday night alone on your couch.
it's not like you'd been moping, sitting at home crying heartbroken and miserable. you hadn't been dumped — you broke up on mutual terms. it killed you, obviously, but it had been a long time coming. you'd already done the whole falling apart and putting yourself back together post-breakup thing.
you weren't depressed. you were shy.
you literally just didn't know how to exist or behave independently as an adult. the last time you were single, you were 19. and you don't even know that person anymore. to even call that guy a "person" is generous. you just remember he was annoying and thought rick & morty was the height of intellectual humor. how the fuck do I talk to people as a grown-ass man? how do you act normal without having a much more naturally extroverted and beautiful person's arm around your waist, leading the conversation? you feel like an alien.
"lad, get out ya fuckin' head," your best friend mumbles, already well on track to getting plastered. "I can hear it from here."
"I can't fuckin' help it, mate" responding with a groan.
"ye picked a horrid time to quit drinkin', m'friend."
you scoff, shoving his arm, "cheers for the fuckin' support."
"anytime."
"I just fuckin'... I feel lost, y'know? I don't know who the hell I am anymore."
"mate, you been sayin' that every day lately. enough of that shite," he responds exasperatedly, and you raise your eyebrows.
"I'll fuckin' tell ye who y'are, since ye apparently keep forgettin'," he points in your face, "and I'll even be nice 'n honest, 'n only 'cause I'm drunk." he takes a deep breath, stabilizing himself. "you're not someone else's other 'alf, mate. y'never were. you're a whole person on your own. you existed for nine'een years before her 'n you still exist after her, and'll continue to do so no matter how many times a day I tell ye to off yourself."
you laugh, even as you feel your chest fill with warmth.
"you've been my best mate since we were fuckin' seven for a reason, ye bellend. you're the funniest bastard I know, you're a right clever fucker, 'n you're a bloody handsome devil when you put a fuckin' ounce of effort in," he adds, ruffling your hair, much to your displeasure.
your cheeks go slightly pink, unsure how to respond to your friend's compliments. even after almost 20 years of friendship, moments like this aren't super common between you. you may be sober, but you're feeling weirdly grateful for the alcohol in his system at the moment.
he nearly stumbles from the force at which you pull him in for a hug. "love you, mate," you mutter against his shoulder.
"yeah yeah yeah, love you too, bumder," he concedes, rolling his eyes despite the smile on his face.
"now will you fuckin' go 'n flirt with someone while I go facetime my girlfriend who does still love me?" he taunts, earning a swift punch in the shoulder from you. "agh fuck, ow, okay I deserved that."
you chuckle. "yes, you did."
"seriously, mate. there's some fit people 'ere. saw that massive guy over there in the leather jacket lookin' at you earlier. don't stand in the corner all night." he walks off, leaving you to scan the crowd for the man he was referring to. what massive g—oh.
there he is. no less than a head taller than everyone else in the room. shaggy dark brown hair, golden eyes, a huge grin with perfect teeth and a warm laugh to match. he looks friendly. warm.
he must feel your gaze on him, because he looks over, locking eyes with you before you can turn away. he offers a small nod with a smile, which you can't help but return. a heat fills your chest as his regard lingers, his expression curious... maybe interested?
the temperature rises to your cheeks, painting you a shy pink blush. you bitch out, looking down at your phone, intimidated by the tall, pretty man in leather.
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some time passes. you don't know how long, because you've done exactly what your friend told you to stop doing and spaced out again, mindlessly staring at your phone instead of making any attempts to be social. the room around you is a blur — an ambient lo-fi beat for you to ignore — until a large presence enters your peripheral, the sound of a man clearing his throat cutting through the noise. looking up, you come face to face with the man from across the room. the tall, pretty man in leather.
you look at him questioningly, expecting him to tell you to get out of his way or something. to your surprise, he offers his hand and a gentle smile.
"hi, I'm james."
"um. hi james," you manage brilliantly. "can I... help you?"
"you were looking at me earlier."
and there goes the red face again. ugh.
"oh s-sorry, I was just zoning out. I didn't realize, I didn't mean to make you uncomfo—", you ramble, before james raises a soft hand to cut you off and shakes his head.
"it's fine, mate. you don't have to make stuff up. I was looking too," he admits with a low chuckle. "you're cute."
your eyes widen, taken aback by the compliment. it occurs to you that you've never been hit on by a man before, at least not in a context where you wanted to be hit on by a man. it felt more different than you'd expected it to. james towered over you in a way few did, making you feel unusually small. not in a bad way, but in a way that made your mouth go slightly dry. you weren't used to feeling small.
"oh," you exhale, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "well, thank you. you're um, you're very handsome, james."
a little smirk grows across his face, but somehow it doesn't feel cocky — just pleased. "thank you."
you maintain eye contact with each other for a moment in a surprisingly comfortable silence, before james takes a half-step closer to you.
"would it be too forward of me to ask if I could take you somewhere quieter?"
biting the inside of your lip anxiously, you shake your head. taking your hand in his, james pulls you out of the room, away from the thumping crowd and into an empty room down the hall.
"is it okay that we're in here?" you inquire, unable to look past the reality that you'd be moderately livid if someone went into your bedroom without your knowledge during a party.
"oh yeah," james replies casually, plopping down at the foot of the bed. "it's my mate's room. he won't mind," he reassures. "...so long as we don't fuck in here, I suppose."
you visibly tense with a gasp, drawing a loud laugh from the taller man's throat. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. relax. come, sit."
breathing out, you cross the room to join him. you don't know why you feel so nervous, but you do. his gaze softens slightly as he watches you awkwardly sit down several feet away, and then he understands.
"you've never been chatted up by a guy before, have you?" james observes gently, and you can't help but huff.
"that obvious?"
"just a bit," he replies, but it doesn't feel mocking. "to clarify, I didn't bring you in here to like, do anything. we don't have to."
finally, you make yourself look at him again — his eyes clear and earnest. "no?"
"no," he shakes his head. "like, we can just talk, mate. seriously. it's just loud out there and I didn't want to shout. I'm a singer. don't like fuckin' up my voice if I can help it."
your eyebrow quirks up in interest at this new information. "okay," you nod with a crooked simper. "thanks, james."
"nothin' to thank me for, lad. thank you for letting me use my inside voice," he smiles.
with a light laugh, you feel yourself relax. you both move to the floor to lean back against the bed frame, stretching your legs and getting more comfortable.
james tells you about his music career, his storied past with youtube — how it led him to this weird life of music and videos and a coffee company with his best friend. he asks you about your significantly less exciting life, and he actually seems interested in it despite the lack of sold out tours (and sainsbury's). you tell him about your break-up, and your recent attempts at finding yourself.
"yeah, so I realized I was bisexual like three years into our relationship... it definitely wasn't the only reason it ended up falling apart a few years later, but I think a small part of me was like, maybe a little resentful that I couldn't really explore a whole side of me because of it, y'know. and like, that's not on her, of course, but I started drinkin' a bit more than I should've been for sure. 'n that didn't do our relationship any good either..."
you ramble on and on, spewing personal details you definitely shouldn't be sharing with someone you met an hour ago, but james just... stays. he listens. he's completely attentive and engaged.
"...anyway, we ended up finally splitting not long after we hit five years. it was the worst fuckin' day of my life, obviously... I miss her sometimes still. but mostly because she was just like, my friend more than anything, y'know? by the end? and she knew me better than anyone by then. but it was totally for the best. it was ages overdue. we're both way better off."
james nods in agreement. "sounds like it. it's never easy. but the way I see it like... if it wasn't supposed to end, it wouldn't have, y'know? that sounds dumb but it's true. c'est la vie."
"la vie."
chuckling, he playfully shoves your knee away where it rests near him on the floor. "so stupid."
you giggle in return, trying to ignore the lingering burn on your skin that your shorts hadn't covered, where james' hand touched your leg.
"no but um," you clear your throat, trying to refocus. "yeah. s-so I quit drinking after we split. just hit two months. so yeah, for the best."
james' eyes light up suddenly, which you didn't expect. "dude, that's incredible. I'm sober as well. been a few years for me now."
"thanks, mate," he says gratefully. "really. but I feel like we've had such a similar path, y'know. I also sort of figured out I liked men while I was in a relationship with a woman for years and we also had a shitty break-up and I went sober a few years later. so weird."
"that is funny..." you agree, clearing your throat. "how um, how long did it take you after the break-up to start like, exploring your sexuality a bit more?" you ask shyly, perhaps subconsciously knowing where it might lead. "I haven't really taken the plunge yet, so to speak."
"you want the truth?"
you nod, furrowing your eyebrows.
"...'bout two months," james admits with a shit-eating grin.
your face goes pink for the umpteenth time of the evening, unable to control how much james made you blush. "cheeky fucker," you chide with a smirk. "you're doing that chattin' up thing again."
"maybe," he teases, biting his lip lightly — his own expression growing a bit flushed as you'd subconsciously moved closer together throughout the night.
the smell of his woodsy cologne wafted under your nose, your heart rate increasing gradually from the warmth radiating off his skin. "I thought you said you didn't bring me back here to do anything," you reminded quietly, almost whispering.
"I didn't," he assures, though his eyes betray him as they flicker to your lips.
"no?" you ask, echoing your question from before, leaning in even closer still.
james nods. "no," he breathes out, the grin on his face being the last thing you see before his lips finally lock with yours. your eyes fall shut as james' big arms slide around you, pulling you towards him.
kissing a boy was nice. well, kissing this boy was nice. you'd have to report back on the others. but james' movements were slow, firm and sure, confident but attentive — just like he'd been all night.
your fingers crawl into his dark hair, tangling in his curls as he licks into your mouth, making your brain go fuzzy. you let him in, tugging at his roots gently as the faint taste of coffee melts against your tongue where you curl it around his own.
he pulls you into his lap without warning, making you gasp into his mouth, and you're surprised at how turned on you are by the feeling of being so easily maneuvered. you instinctively grind your hips down against him, pulling a soft moan from his throat. sweat instantly pricks on the back of your neck from the pretty sound, and it only makes you want to keep going.
it takes all of the willpower in the world... but you force yourself to pull away. you look at james where he sits under you, kiss-swollen lips red and wet, eyes half-blown out and hair ruined by your own hands. damn, he was gorgeous.
"you okay?" he rasps with a crooked smile, hands resting on your thighs like they already belonged there.
you nod eagerly. "definitely. do you, uhh... maybe wanna go to my place?" you inquire, suddenly nervous that he won't want to continue this as soon as you leave these four walls. you take the extra risk anyway, leaning in to whisper in his ear: "we can go make out in my bedroom and your friend can't be mad if we fuck in there."
james' eyebrows shoot up before a low laugh travels up from his chest. "lead the way, mate."
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a/n: it's FINALLY DONE!!! 🙏🏻 writing from a male perspective was significantly harder than I expected to be totally honest. this is not my best work but I am pleased with myself for finally completing the challenge
hi babe dont know if yohve already mentioned this or not but your saviour ab angst when i click on it it says no post found..is it just my phone or has it been taken down or anything? sorry if youve already adressed this i just seen it on my feed and wanted to read it but its not letting me💕
hi friend, sorry to disappoint but I’m afraid I have deleted it! alfie pissed me off 💞
it was pretty short and wasn’t my best work anyway lmao. but apologies anyway!
your boyfriend george scores a goal in the sidemen charity match, and you can hardly mask your pride and excitement despite your relationship not being public (yet).
cute smushy fluff, very short n sweet
word count: 670
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it's the 88th minute. the match has been nail-bitingly close the whole time, and you've been on the edge of your seat since kickoff. you know it doesn't actually matter who wins, but you can't help but root for the boys in black. well, just one boy in black, really. your gorgeous #8.
you've been quietly dating george for a few months. you had just been mates for ages, trying to ignore all the stolen glances and lingering touches, but after a late night out with friends, he offered to walk you home... and ended up staying for two days.
you'd decided to keep it to yourselves for the time being, but you both knew you wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer.
as tobi runs up to take the corner kick, you hold your breath. it's over in the blink of an eye -- tobi takes his shot, and the ball lands in just the right spot for george to lunge at it, punting it (and throwing himself) into the goal.
the stadium erupts with excitement, and you fly out of your seat, cheering at the top of your lungs. george looks confused by what happened, like he isn't even sure he just scored, and tries to give tobi credit for the goal. you can see tobi laugh at him and clap him on the back as the realization settles in, and you clasp your hands together as you bounce on your toes giddily, watching his name flash in big lights on the screens all around. you don't see your friends exchange skeptical glances behind you, taking note of your unexpectedly emotional reaction.
you see george look up towards your section, a big proud grin on his face as he searches for you in the crowd. he brings a hand to his chest, extending his other arm to point in your direction. a small gasp escapes you, your hand flying over your mouth as your heart swells. your eyes brim with tears as he blows you a goofy, dramatic, deeply unserious kiss, because it’s george. you can't stop smiling even as you feel your cheeks dampen. the girls with you giggle and aww and "I knew it!!" joyfully. (you don’t see it, but talia slides freya a tenner.) talk about a hard launch.
theo scores again for the other team, bringing them to a tie by the end of the 90 minutes. after a tense penalty shootout, the youtube all-stars are crowned the champions. sketch blows everyone away by blocking simon’s shot, and speed finally gets his moment making his penalty goal against xqc.
by the look on your face, and george’s, you’d never know he lost. as the players come up to your box to greet their family and friends, hugs and handshakes flowing freely, he makes a beeline for you.
you jump out of your seat and run around the barricade into the aisle, flying into his arms. he immediately pulls you in for a kiss in front of everyone, no longer caring about keeping things behind closed doors. your friends all whoop and cheer, making you both go pink and hide your faces in each other's necks in giggly embarrassment.
once everyone looks away and you have a moment of semi-privacy, you kiss george softly again and brush his hair off his sweaty forehead before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m so proud of you, baby. it’s a shame simon missed that penalty in the end.”
“I honestly couldn’t care less that we didn’t win,” he confessed, snaking his arms around your waist. “I feel like I did anyway,” he adds, almost guiltily on account of the cheesiness.
you bite your lip in attempt to keep your smile in check, your cheeks starting to hurt from the pure happiness you felt. “I.. I love you, georgie.”
he inhales deeply, his eyes full of emotion. he strokes your cheek softly with his thumb, your eyes fluttering lightly at his touch. “I love you too, darling.”
sidemen fc lost the charity match. they're not that upset, given it's for a good cause, but george and harry are naturally competitive boys, so they're the last ones sulking around in the locker room at the end of the day. you didn't realize there was anyone left in there when you go in to change and get your stuff, but they have a bit of a... proposition for you. I made them slightly evil LOL enjoy
it's been a long day. you're a camera operator for the sidemen and you've been on the sidelines filming the charity match, so you've been on your feet for ages and you're exhausted.
you're not complaining too much, of course. you genuinely love your job, and you love the boys you work for. you couldn't be prouder of them, selling out wembley and raising so much for charity. plus, you couldn't possibly be mad about watching them run around playing football for 90 minutes. they had somehow cultivated a uniquely hot group of friends. the seven of them were already a good-looking gang, but throw in the odd george clarkey, a will lenney, a chrismd... they were an exceptionally sexy crew. and it was literally your job to watch them. so yeah, you'll put up with the occasional 12-hour day in exchange for the opportunity to drool a little.
the stadium had pretty much cleared out by now. you'd just stuck around for some extra b-roll footage, but you were finally making your way down to the locker room to change and head home. you assumed all the boys had long since left to go celebrate, so you walked straight in without knocking, but were startled when you were promptly greeted by not one, but two pairs of blue eyes. the prettiest blues of the bunch, in your opinion. george and harry. all the boys were fit, sure. but these two… they were something special. you caught yourself staring at these two a little too often. and here they were. stood in nothing but towels wrapped low around their waists.
"oh shit, sorry lads," you turn to walk out. "thought everyone was gone."
"no no, you're alright," george stops you. "you can come in."
you freeze and spin back around slowly, keeping your eyes glued to the floor. "I was just um, coming to grab my bag and change," you mutter, trying to direct your line of vision anywhere but at them.
"you can look at us, y'know," harry scoffs lightheartedly. "I won't call HR."
you laugh awkwardly, feeling your cheeks go red at the comment. you glance up to meet his gaze, his infuriatingly knowing smirk silently saying a thousand words.
"I don't even have an HR to call," george chimes in. "so by all means. I won't tell my mum."
your eyes flicker over to him with a small smile tugging at your lips. his eyes were a bit softer than harry's, but still oddly... mischievous. why did this feel like a trap?
"were you guys, like... waiting for me, or something?" you question, before immediately worrying that you sounded deeply self-centered. why the hell would they be waiting for you when half the girls and gays in london would rip their fingernails off to be in the same room as them?
"suppose that depends..." harry starts, taking half a step towards you. you raise an eyebrow.
"would you have wanted us to be?" george finishes.
"I'm not sure I understand the question..." you reply honestly. "can one of you maybe just explain to me what's happening here, if something is happening here, like I'm stupid? in the interest of time?"
you figure it's better to be safe than sorry. you'd truly love to believe that they were about to propose some illicit threesome in the wembley stadium locker room, but surely that couldn't be the case. these boys, your friends, who had never really come onto you in any truly significant way, were not suddenly trying to fuck you... right?
they glance at each other, before looking back at you. "well, we'd hoped to be a bit more delicate about it, but..." george disclaims.
"we're not blind, y'know," harry cuts in, getting impatient. "we see how you watch us on the pitch," he continues smugly, moving forward. "you must be thrilled that it's literally your job to keep your eyes on us, ain't you? chewin' on your lip all hungry behind the camera, wishing it was you we was tacklin' out there." his voice gradually descends into a growl as he gets closer and closer. your face goes pink at his outburst, your pulse quickening in response to his (accurate) charges.
“I saw you get all fidgety when I scored today,” george adds with a cheeky tone. “well cute, that was. seeing you get all hot n’ bothered.” you feel your cheeks get warm and hide your face in your hands.
“don’t get all shy on us now, princess. we've been watching you too,” harry admits, a salacious tone in his voice as he peels your hand away to make you look at him. “prancing around on set in them little skirts, bending over to get things out of your camera bag, running in tops your tits can hardly stay in as it is. lookin’ up at me through those pretty lashes in a room full of people like you're fuckin' gagging for it," he recalls, circling you slowly like a lion playing with its food. "and I know damn well just by the look on your face that you're turned on by the thought of that alone." you gulp, feeling jittery and vulnerable.
"all that being said,” george digresses, “we're not too happy about how things went out there today as you can imagine,” he also moves in closer, the two of them now starting to crowd you slightly. "and we're feelin' a bit pent up, y'know. frustrated."
"so w-what?" you manage, your breath shaky.
"so..." harry pushes on. "we thought what better way to relieve some stress than to lock that door," he gestures to the entrance without breaking eye contact, "and fuck your little brains out."
your eyes widen, having figured out where this was going but not expecting him to be so crude. you look from harry to george for some indication that he's joking, but one never comes.
"haz tells me you've revealed in a past truth or dare that you like it a bit rough, no? and that you quite enjoy being on the more submissive end of things..." george notes with a smug look, carelessly playing with a strand of your hair. "how would you feel about being our, shall we say, consolation prize?"
you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed all over again about the time you drunkenly confessed to some of your darkest sexual fantasies in a room full of people, including your employers, but you could feel sweat prickling on the back of your neck. the thought of george and harry calling you their consolation prize — like the object they got instead of the actual trophy they'd have received if they won the match — turned you on to no end.
one of the boys cups your jaw and forces you to look up. you open your eyes and confirm it was harry, his calloused fingertips setting your skin on fire as they wait patiently for an answer from you. you almost have to commend them for their boldness really. or, at least, for how well they knew you. if you'd said no now, they'd absolutely have a lawsuit on their hands. but, instead of a case, you were merely a puddle, entirely at their mercy.
"yes or no, darling," george hums from behind you. you now stood sandwiched between them, their bare chests pressed against you and their cocks already getting hard through their thin towels. your whole body felt like it was vibrating with anticipation, restless but frozen. your heart pounds so hard there's no doubt they can both feel it.
"y-yes. yes," you whisper, as if there was any world in which you'd have been able to resist the roman god in front of you and the greek god behind you.
george taps you on the hip and slides his fingers under your top, wordlessly instructing you to raise your arms so he could remove it. "there's a good girl," he praises quietly in response, making you need to bite back a little whine. harry licks his lips predatorily, watching through lidded eyes your newly-exposed chest heaving with each shallow breath. he drags a large hand up to palm your tits as he pulls you in by your jaw for a deep, rough kiss, his tongue finding yours instantly and claiming your mouth as his own. george's fingers dig into your hips with a bruising pressure as his teeth sink into your neck, and you moan quietly into harry's mouth at the sensation. you lose a hand in each boy's hair, tugging at the roots and pulling gorgeous soft groans from them both that drive you mad.
harry slips his thumbs under the waistband of your joggers and swiftly slides them off, letting them pool at your feet. you step out of them and kick them away, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties, pressed up against george and harry in their towels with very visible tents on display.
spinning around, you wrap your arms around george's neck and bring him in for a kiss, grinding back against harry simultaneously. george's hands trail around your body, one on your chest as the other dances around, but never breaches, the waistband of your panties.
harry suddenly pulls your arms away from george and holds them behind your back against his own chest, drawing a gasp from your lungs. you know immediately that he's way too strong for you to possibly wriggle your way out of his grip, as he props himself against the table behind him. he sucks on your neck lightly, making you sigh with pleasure despite the uncertainty of what's happening next making your heart rate increase.
george steps back to leer at you, no doubt looking perfectly helpless, almost completely naked and unable to move.
"well ain't this a pretty sight," he ruminates, a wicked grin on his face.
"isn't she just? I told you, mate," harry replies. "just bloody gorgeous, this one." he plants a wet kiss on your cheek.
you writhe under their gaze, harry's grip steady. you squeeze your thighs together slightly, partially for some relief, and partially because you are going to be genuinely embarrassed when they realize that the way they're talking about you is making you soak through the fabric between your legs. unfortunately, they see right through you.
"ah ah, what d'you think you're doin'?" harry inquires, lifting a foot off the floor to push your knees apart. "trying to have fun without us?"
"no no, just um, readjusting."
george scoffs. "readjusting?" he strides towards you and firmly presses a finger against the fabric without warning, making you inhale sharply, and he promptly chuckles at his discovery. "oh my, harry, we might not even need to touch her."
you can't help the pathetic little whimper that escapes your throat in response, and then they both laugh.
"aww, poor baby," harry mocks. "don't think she liked that one very much, georgie. did you, sweetheart?"
you shake your head fervently, the thought of going untouched after all of this making you want to die a little bit. you needed something to happen after all of this suspense, all this tension.
"you want us to touch you, baby?" harry whispers, making your eyes flutter.
"mmhmm," you hum in reply. your hands still behind your back but harry's grip loosened, you dropped them down slightly to glide your fingers along the length of his cock, on clear display through his towel. he shivers at the touch, his head falling forward, hitting your back as his arms wrap around you, fingers slipping under your waistband and connecting with your heat.
you moan out, the release of finally being touched feeling nearly as good as the release of an actual orgasm. you free your arms from behind harry and reach out for george. you pull him back in for a brief kiss before breaking away from harry.
leading them over to a bench, you sit harry at one end and have george stand at the other, putting yourself in the middle on your hands and knees. you face harry, immediately pulling his cock deep into your throat, and present your arse to george.
the sound of harry's moans would probably keep you awake at night for the foreseeable future, fueling your wettest dreams and filthiest fantasies about sucking his fat cock in the sidemen offices. you trail the tip of your tongue along every vein, rhythmically bobbing your head up and down as he forms a ponytail with your hair, creating a hard suction whilst making eye contact that makes him whimper so desperately that you thought you might cum from the sound alone without being touched. you let him fuck your throat hard, your eyes rolling back, tears pouring and drool spilling from your mouth, taking him as deep as you can. you swallow every fucking drop when he cums and suck him dry as he grinds against your face greedily aching for more.
you somehow manage to do all of this while george fucked you to absolute hell and back. he laid down on his back under you, attaching his hot mouth to your core and making you moan out around harry's cock. his plump lips encircle your aching bundle of nerves as his thick fingers fucked up into you, curling in the perfect spot to make you whine with every thrust. his sharp-witted tongue worked you to orgasm in minutes, pulling a scream from your gut as his hands gripped your arse, encouraging you to use his pretty face to ride out your high.
you were already a shaking mess when he repositioned himself and slammed his thick cock into you, making you cry out again and again, keening and mewling in pleasure as he smashed into your cervix with unrelenting force.
harry was done before george, and was now just enjoying watching you get fucking demolished. in a moment of tenderness, harry wiped a tear off your face with his thumb and stroked your hair gently. “doin’ so good for us, love," he whispered, making your eyes flutter and roll back in bliss.
and then, as if a switch had been flipped, harry wrapped a large hand around your throat and pinned you down by it against the bench, before leaning in to spit in your mouth and jam his fingers between your lips. george let out a sadistic laugh as fresh tears streamed down your face, drool seeping out around harry's fingers as he shushed you quietly, still looking smug but at least releasing your neck where he had it pinned to the bench to stroke your hair again.
“silly girl, crying as if I can’t feel you absolutely gushing right now. you just love being used up like a little toy, eh?” george negs, his pace speeding up despite his rhythm starting to falter. he was right, of course, you wailed as you spilled out on george's cock yet again, yelping as he planted a hard smack on your arse, a red-hot sting lingering on your skin.
"bless her," harry hums. "just a sweet little cunt and a greedy wet mouth ready for us to use whenever we want." he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat, causing you to gag around them, and george feels you clench around his cock. he groans at the sensation, feeling himself nearing his own peak.
"fuck, make her do that again," he hisses, gripping your hips harder as he chases his high. harry removes his fingers from your throat and slips a hand under you, connecting his wet fingers to your throbbing clit and rubbing small circles around the sensitive bundle. a high-pitched whine pours out of you at the intense overstimulation and you writhe from the combination of pain and pleasure. harry puts an arm across your back to hold you down, and you sob as george's cock twitches inside of you and he finally cums, pumping into you as you squeeze around him, milking his cock dry.
he pulls out and they finally let you collapse, your legs aching from the position you've been in on the bench. before you can even take a breath, harry picks you up and flips you onto your back, attaching his mouth to your clit, making you scream out. your hands fly to his hair as you beg for relief, his name spilling from your mouth over and over.
"shhh," george soothes, squatting down by your side and stroking your cheek lightly. "relax, gorgeous. we're not going to end this without making you cum one last time. what kind of gentlemen would we be if we did that?"
you arch your back off the bench, grinding on harry's face in a desperate need to feel release. you finally feel the coil in your tummy tightening once again, and your whole body tenses as his tongue pushes you off the cliff. you snap, tugging on harry's locks as you groan loudly, your orgasm hitting you like a brick wall as harry laps at you hungrily, cleaning up the mess as fast as you make it.
you breathe shakily, wheezing slightly as you come down. harry pulls back, wiping his face before helping you put your legs down and sitting you upright on the bench. your head falls to his shoulder immediately as george hands you a bottle of water. you laugh lightly, the gesture feeling a bit like a regular favor between teammates in a locker room, except the three of you were completely naked and they’d just fucked you within an inch of your life.
“you okay?” harry asks gently, rubbing your back. it’s the appropriate question to ask, of course. and you knew he’d ask it — aftercare is to be expected. but bodies are weird, and you sometimes got emotional after intense orgasms. and you felt it happening now. your eyes watered slightly as you nodded, trying to shake it off, because you knew if they attempted to comfort you, you’d break.
it was fruitless. they hear you sniffle and immediately look concerned. george wraps an arm around you. “hey, what’s wrong?” fuck.
you pull your knees up to your chest, despite the movement hurting like hell, and bury your face in them. “ughhh, fuck. shit. I’m fine. it’s just, bodies are weird. orgasms. hormones. it happens. I’m fine.”
“hey, c’mon mate,” harry pats your knee. “look at us.”
you force yourself to lift your head from your knees, just enough to see harry’s clear blue eyes looking down at you worriedly.
“did we… we didn’t push you too far or anything, did we? you, you could’ve stopped us. I didn’t mean to d—“ you put your hand up, stopping harry mid-sentence.
“no, no haz. I promise, you didn’t do anything wrong. that was genuinely like, so fun. it was great. it is seriously just hormones. I’m literally emotional because I came too hard.”
they laugh, feeling slightly more at ease at your reassurance.
“you sure you’re alright?” george checks, needing his own confirmation.
“yes, I’m sure,” you assure with a smile. “…we may benefit from a safe word in the future though.”
both boys’ eyebrows raise at your comment like puppies’ ears do at the sound of cars, and you can’t help but giggle at the excitement on their faces. it was cute, you thought, how quickly they reverted back to their regular, dorky, sweet selves once the sex was over. it was comforting.
“the future?” harry inquires.
“oh, I’m sorry,” you tease. “were you not interested in fucking me as well? my mistake.” you stand from the bench and go to pick your clothes up off the floor. before you can take two steps, harry’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you back onto his lap, making you yelp and burst out laughing. “you cheeky shit,” he growls.
“I do believe it’ll be my turn to shut this pretty little mouth up as well,” george snarls, his thumb swiping your bottom lip.
you grin hungrily at them both. “it’s a date, boys.”
fav work : i would say valentine's with kylian since it was my first ever fanfic on tumblr and jude with a clingy gf go check them out
fav trope : friends to lovers, she fell first, he fell harder
wips (works in progress) : ALOT for this month till my break, aswell as a eduardo fanfic that i wanted to start working on before my spring break finishes soon. i would also wanna try out making ateez fanfics, as a kpop fan myself, and start writing for the f1 drivers VERY soon after my exams.
fav fic i've read : there's many that i loved and read but i really enjoyed talk so pretty by @/ featguler (go check em out, thanks). i've legit read so many aurèlien fanfics and i wanna write more college aus since i'm going quite soon
most underrated work: my eduardo fanfics — please i love him sm yeo.😔✌🏽
@luckycrystal @smzyyx @rosariesandangels @dexastres - so sorry for the @s (these were the only moots that i have that have written fanfics theirselves)
okay so my favourite work has to be either don't flinch or just hold it, genuinely ugh i peaked here
my favourite trope is definitely enemies to lovers, the potential for angst is the best
wips: I have a couple Jude smuts that I'm writing and I have an arthurtv fic too
It's SUPER hard to choose but I think my favourite fics that I have read are:
Arthur Frederick and the New Producer by @authortelevision
the dog and the postwoman by @gabbytvclarke
And i personally think my most underrated work is just a weekend
im gonna nominate @pretendyoucantseeme @pookietv @finchytv @tsaheylutales @nosugarallspice (but yall don't have to do this <3)
I am actually more proud of a lot of my writing than I expected to be. I think sports car will always be a fave, and I really liked how creep in with me came out. temptation and caught in the act both got a lot of love and that makes me really happy too. can you tell harry always gets the best of me? for a non-harry option, I still think natural history is so cute. especially part 3! fake it is also one that actually came from my own head and wasn’t a request and I think it’s so hot.
my favorite tropes have gotta be rivals/enemies to lovers, friends to lovers if it’s really good and intense, I love the adrenaline of a good hollanov-style secret relationship too
I’ve completely lost motivation to write for the time being so no active WIPs I fear, but I hope it’ll come back to me soon 😭
my favorite fics will ALWAYS be Could This Be It?, A Beautiful Game, and Flicker of Light Before Dawn by @maplesnowflake and Sidemen Enterprises by @shootingstarsinthesky. (and I know you’re wondering, are all of those Simon x Harry? mind your business. is maple also my best friend? don’t worry about it!) ((I’ve also read an absurd amount of phenomenal heated rivalry fan fiction lately but that’s a gigantic can of worms that I could spend ages on.))
I think one of my more underrated works is a guy what takes his time tbh. bc there’s no real smut in it I think people kinda glossed over it but I think it was really good!!
Can u write some harry fluff please🥹 i just want smth cute with him, i miss him
hi friend, I would love to but unfortunately my brain seems to have moved on from being remotely interested in writing for the time being 😭 I am really hoping I will become motivated to write again at some point but sadly I think I’m on a bit of a hiatus from posting fics at the moment. sorry to disappoint 💔
your eyes are pretty much always glued to your boyfriend harry when you watch the sidemen, but you genuinely could not look away from him throughout this week's video -- the sidemen survive the forest for 24 hours. you felt the heat rising in your cheeks just from watching him through the screen, and it leaves you fantasizing about a rural weekend away with him.
you come up behind harry as he stands in the kitchen making tea, sliding your arms around his waist, lightly kissing the back of his neck.
a warm, low laugh escapes him. “what’s the occasion?”
“mm, no reason,” you mumble, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. clips of him in the forest kept playing through your head: peeling the wet shirt off his body when it rained, effortlessly chopping wood with an axe, completely thriving in his element. it had you daydreaming about running off into the wild with him just to witness it firsthand. "just sounds like fun." harry feels you smirk against his neck as your hands mindlessly wander around the front of his toned body.
"hmm, wonder what gave you that idea," he replies with a chuckle, a smug little smile growing on his face, before turning around to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you properly.
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it didn't take much convincing for harry to get onboard with your little escape plan. on friday afternoon, you load up a rental car with all your supplies and head off north into the same secluded area where the sidemen filmed their video. his hand doesn't leave your thigh for the duration of the ride, letting the tension between you build throughout the day.
you arrive at your chosen campsite and begin setting up base. "love, I'm going to go find some wood for the fire," harry says, strolling away. as you assemble the tent and hang your hammock between two large trees, you can't help but daydream about the evening to come.
harry reappears after a few minutes, carrying a pile of long branches so easily it's like he's not carrying anything at all. he promptly pulls out his axe and begins breaking down the wood to build a fire, and you sit and stare shamelessly, biting your lip watching his muscular arms at work.
soon after, the wood is all chopped and harry has successfully built your cozy fire. he peels his sweaty t-shirt off and grabs two beers from the cooler, handing you one before sitting down next to you. you can't tear your eyes away from your beautiful man, every fluid movement making you ache with desire to touch him.
harry finally leans back in his seat by the fire, taking a long swig of his beer followed by a deep breath to soak in the ambience. "you've been quiet," he observes, looking over at you.
"have I?"
he nods. "what's on your mind, darling?"
you bite the inside of your cheek lightly, trying to hold back a cheeky grin. in lieu of an answer, you lean over to harry and place your hand on his exposed chest, drawing him in for a deep kiss. harry pulls away for a moment, a cocky smile on his face. "ahh, that's why you've been all preoccupied tonight then, eh love?" you nod, not hesitating to climb over to sit on harry's lap and press your chest against his. "I just love watching you sweat," you mutter, licking a long stripe up the side of his neck before gently sucking on the skin under his ear. he groans at the sensation and wraps his arms more tightly around you. "yeah baby?" the bass of his low voice makes your tummy flutter.
"mmhmm," you tug on his hair lightly. "so strong and sexy." harry's big hands trail down to grip your ass as his lips find yours again, and you revel in the warmth of his tongue slipping in against yours. you can feel his excitement growing under you, and the overwhelming urge to please him consumes you. you move your lips back down to his neck, before progressing down to gently nip at his collarbone, which you know makes his eyes roll back. you leave kisses down his chest and toned abs as his fingers bury themselves in your hair. you lay your tongue flat against his stomach, just above the waistband of his shorts, before gliding it all the way back up to his neck, indulging in the addictive taste of the salt on his skin. you pull him in for a deep, slow kiss, and feel his heart starting to race with anticipation.
you pull harry's shorts down just enough to free him from the growing tent in his underwear, and don't waste any more time before wrapping your warm fingers around his hard length and moving them up and down slowly. you swiftly climb down off of his lap and settle on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes through your long lashes -- his favorite way to see you, his pretty girl.
you gently slide your tongue over his tip, making him shudder. "fuck," he exhales. you take him fully into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat without hesitation. a gasp escapes his lips and his grip on your hair tightens, vibrations shooting up his spine as you moan around his cock in your mouth.
"you feel so good, baby," he forces out between deep breaths and quiet moans. "too good -- fuck -- gonna cum too fast, love," he pulls you away from him, and you give him an overdramatic pout, batting your eyelashes. "don't worry, gorgeous." he lovingly tucks a loose bit of hair behind your ear. "we're not done."
he swiftly pulls you up and stands with your arms and legs wrapped around him, making you yelp in shock. fuck, he is so strong. you love that he makes you feel like a bit of a rag doll sometimes.
harry carries you over to the hammock you'd hung earlier in the night, and sets you down before hastily spinning you around and bending you over the side. "put up a little sex swing for us, eh?" he laughs, and you let out a little whimper as he smacks your ass. "maybe," you reply, looking back at him with a mischievous grin on your face.
he pulls your shorts and underwear down, before spanking you again. "that's my dirty girl," he praises quietly, his voice full of pure love and desire. his fingers slide between your legs, feeling how wet you are just from choking on his dick.
you wait expectantly for him to fill you up, standing on your toes in greedy impatience. instead, the sudden heat of his tongue hits you, and you realize he's on his knees behind you, his hands pulling your thighs apart as he buries his head in between. your initial gasp melts into a deep groan as you feel his whole tongue pressed flat against your core, the tip flicking on your aching bundle of nerves, all the way to your weeping hole, desperate to be stretched. your eyes roll back as he inexplicably manages to hit all your spots at once, tongue moving to focus entirely on your clit while his thick fingers make insanely quick work of finding the spot in your cervix that makes your head spin.
"fuck -- I'm gonna cum soon, baby," you whine between moans, clenching all of your muscles as the pressure builds. harry repositions himself, turning and sitting on the ground between your legs, so he can wrap his arms around your legs and attach his mouth fully to your throbbing clit. your knees almost buckle as his tongue swirls around magically and you tug on his hair roughly, trying to curb your urge to scream. he pulls away for a moment to look up at you, his big blue eyes and wet pink lips making your heart pound. "we're in the woods, love. no one's around. let me hear you, gorgeous." he continues his relentless efforts, his encouragement giving you new wind to let yourself go. your groans and whimpers build as his pretty mouth puts you over the edge, and you finally release. tears stream down your face as you pathetically grind on his, and as he pulls back, his hand reaches your jaw and pulls you down to him, licking into your mouth to let you taste yourself on his tongue, swallowing each other’s moans.
"please fuck me baby," you whisper desperately between kisses. "I need you."
you aggressively rip your sweaty shirt off your body as harry pulls himself off the ground and hastily repositions himself behind you, bending you fully over the hammock. he aligns himself with your entrance and attempts to tease you by sliding his tip through your folds, but your core is such a drooling mess that he slips inside of you right away, both of you letting out deep moans in unison as you feel the stretch that you'd been aching for. "fuuuck," he groans, digging his fingers into your plushy hips. "harder," you plead between whines, and harry moves one hand up to the back of your head to pull your hair as he picks up his speed and force, pounding into you from behind. you try and fail to form coherent words, only able to communicate through the lewd noises spilling from your lips. "you sound so pretty, baby," harry praises. "I love turning you into a little mess." his words tighten the coil in your stomach as you feel the pressure building once again.
"fuck harry I'm g'nna cum ffffff-ughhh,” your brain goes fuzzy as you feel harry’s fingers find your clit and his cock twitch inside of you. “come on sweet girl, let me hear you,” he groans, chasing the same high. your pussy flutters around him and the gorgeous sounds pouring out of him push you over, just as your sounds do him. your whole body feels like it’s on fire as you hit your peak in tandem with your boyfriend. you release all over him as he fills you with his hot cum, both of you making pornographic sounds as you ride it out together.
he slows down before coming to a stop, but doesn’t pull out yet, wanting to revel in your heat a moment longer. he leans over you to kiss your back repeatedly, hands gently caressing your hips in worship. “I love you so fucking much,” he mumbles against your skin.
“I love you too, baby,” you smile, exhausted. he peels himself off of you, making you whimper quietly at the sensation of his seed spilling out of you.
“stay here, love.” he runs over to your supplies to grab tissues and comes back to gently clean you up. he helps you get dressed again and lays down onto the hammock before pulling you on top of him, pressing your head to his chest and planting a long, sweet kiss to your forehead.
you’re both exhausted, and have accepted the reality that you’ll probably fall asleep in the hammock and wake up covered in mosquito bites. but you don’t really care in the state you’re currently in.
“can I watch you chop more wood in the morning?” you giggle against his skin. his beautiful laugh falls from his lips as he pulls your face up for a kiss. “I think I can make that happen.”
you doze off, melted together like you were designed to fit that way.
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a/n: this took AGES but I think it’s fun. I didn’t do a final re-read because I just need to get this out but apologies for typos or general bad writing. happy new year pals!
can we pretty pretty please get a w2s smut where the reader is a theatre girlie and he comes back from a sidemen shoot abroad early and surprises her by buying a ticket to see her in the show she’s in then they go home and have a shag🎀
(bonus points if the musical she’s in is hamilton)
tyy my queen in advance,
xoxo a raging theatre kid and a w2s lover
omg you know my soul. yes (I did LOVE Hamilton when I saw it but of all of the musicals in the world I don’t know it THAT well so I may opt for wicked or heathers or something like that!!!) x
Hiya babes, just wondering if you’re doing okay, haven’t heard anything from you in a while and just checking in to see if you’re good? Xx
omg 😭 you’re so lovely. I’m fine!!! I’m here! I’ve been struggling to write but really hoping I can get something out soon. I am super active on my second account, I can assure you I’m never not online LOL but thank you so much for checking on me friend ily 💕
you're facetiming george while he's away traveling for work. wandering into your office and plopping into your chair, you don't notice your other boyfriend, harry, on his knees under your desk, ready to fulfill a promise he made you.
like sugar on my tongue, tongue, tongue
your body is so sweet, sweet, sweet
invite me if you cum, cum, cum
it's all I want to eat, eat, eat
pure stupid filthy smut with a sprinkle of fluff
established triad/polyamory (but not a threesome), virtual voyeurism/exhibitionism; facetime sex; cunnilingus; vaginal penetration; praise kink; slight teasing/objectifying??
~ took me home, did me long, ATE IT W THE PANTIES ON ~
MDNI / 18+ !!
a long long overdue follow-up to a fic I released seven months ago lol, enjoy! x
word count: 2.8K
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"how's the shoot been going?" you ask george via facetime, your phone propped up on the kitchen counter as you sort yourself an evening cup of tea. he's been gone for three days, traveling with the arthurs and chris for a big video shoot. he's called you and harry every night to check in, making sure you both knew he was missing you as much as you missed him.
"it's been great, but I'm exhausted," he admits, reclining in the lounger on the private balcony attached to his room. "it's fucking unreal here, but I'm ready to be home with you."
you smile sadly, heart warmed by your boyfriend's words but wanting to encourage him to stay present where he is. "I know baby, but don't let that take away from your experience. you're getting to do really cool shit; you should live in the moment, y'know? me 'n haz'll be here when you're home, I promise."
"I know, I know. you're right, darling," he concedes with an exhale. "where is he anyway?"
"I'm not sure," you furrow your brows. "probably on a game with ethan or summat. though I've not heard any screaming or banging from upstairs in a bit."
george snorts lightly. "well, that's 'cause I'm not up there."
you sigh. "oh my god, how did I know you'd make that sexual immediately?" you roll your eyes despite the smirk on your face.
"can't help it, lookin' at you," he winks, making your face go warm. "you just make me wanna act up." you blush with a giggle, somehow still feeling giddy about him flirting with you years into your relationship. "cheeky."
walking back into your office, dimly lit by a single table lamp and fairy lights along the ceiling, you sit down at your desk and prop your phone up to continue chatting with george.
a few seconds later, you feel something brush against your leg, something like... the tips of someone's fingers tracing your skin. your eyes widen and you jump with a gasp, pushing your chair back to investigate. "wha—?!"
to your surprise, the mystery creature under your desk is harry — his eyes sparkling with mischief in the darkness and a finger pressed to his lips, demanding your silence. your face morphs from one of shock into confusion, and then... curiosity. "what is it, love?" george asks.
"I'm not here," harry mouths, his hands wrapping around your ankles and sliding up your legs as your adrenaline spikes. "n-nothing, sorry, it was just a cord hitting my leg. it scared me," you lie to george, looking back up at his concerned expression. "I'm fine."
george chuckles, relaxing his shoulders at the reassurance that you're safe. "christ, it scared you? you scared me! turn your light on!"
laughing airily, you lean over and flip the switch on the wall, the room brightening to a level that definitely would have revealed harry's hiding spot to you as soon as you walked in if you'd turned it on when you entered.
as the two of you go back to regular conversation, george telling you about all of the cool activities he had gotten up to that day, harry's hands find your hips, pulling you closer to sit on the edge of your chair, giving him easy access to your immediately dampening underwear. you inhale sharply as he hikes your lounge dress up, exposing you to the cold air, and lightly runs his thumb over the wet fabric between your legs.
you're trying to listen to george, but the longer harry teases you, the harder it is to focus. his lips explore your inner thighs, hands spreading your legs further apart as he shamelessly breaths you in, his nose pressed against your thinly clothed core. he hums contentedly, like he's just been greeted by the smell of a perfect meal upon walking into a kitchen.
his featherlight kisses find your pussy, blood rushing in your ears as his nose grazes your clit. you bite your lip and try not to let your eyes flutter shut, but as he pulls your legs up over his shoulders, george sees right through you. "you alright there, poppet?" he asks with a smirk, like he already knows what's happening somehow. "ye-yeah, I'm fin—ah!"
harry's tongue presses flat against you, the thin lace separating you from him going translucent from arousal and drool. he doesn't bother moving it out of the way, desperate to taste you even through your panties. the heat of his mouth makes your eyes roll back, and you can't hide it from george anymore. "you sure about that?"
you shake your head fervently, finally giving in. "h-harry's..." you start trying to explain, before being interrupted by your own moan as you feel harry suck on your clit through the soaked material, making your back arch off the chair slightly.
“oh, I knew it,” george growls, his deepening tone of voice indicative of the heat rising in his body just from watching you. “I remember haz promising to do this one day,” he grins hungrily.
~
harry strokes your hair, sucking his other fingers clean where they’d been coated in your wet. his eyes flutter lightly. "mmf you taste so sweet, baby," he mutters into your neck. "you're gonna come into your office one day and I'm gonna be on my knees under your desk ready to wrap your legs around my head."
~
“he makin’ you feel good, darling?”
“mmhmm,” you whine, letting your head fall back as harry continued his filthy ministrations.
“let me see.”
snatching your phone off your desk with a shaky hand, you flip the camera to show george what you’re seeing. harry glances up directly into the lens in acknowledgement of his boyfriend, his eyes dark and ravenous as he keeps his hot, soft tongue glued to you.
“there’s my pretty boy,” george hums. you run your free hand through harry’s blond locks, your nails scratching his scalp lightly, and his eyes roll shut, burying himself back down between your legs.
“take her underwear off, baby,” george instructs him, the tent in his shorts growing rapidly as he watches the man he loves pleasure the woman he loves, putting on a show for him from hundreds of miles away. your eyes flick back to your phone, and you can see george’s arm slowly moving up and down, clearly touching himself to the view.
harry obeys, bittersweetly detaching himself from your core to hook his fingers into the hem of your panties and peel them off your body. you gasp at the feeling of them unsticking from your pussy, somehow equal parts gross and absurdly hot.
as soon as your underwear hits the floor, harry’s arms are back wrapped around your thighs. he teases you, blowing cold air and planting achingly soft kisses against your core, making you fidget and whimper. “should I be nice to her, georgie?” he prompts with a wolf-like grin, starving eyes never leaving your weeping cunt.
“hmm, I don’t know. have you been behaving yourself lately, pet?”
“yes baby,” you whine pleadingly as harry tortures you with gentle touches. “I swear I’ve been good!”
a dark chuckle reverberates out of your phone speaker, george seemingly satisfied with your response. “good girl. go on then, love. give it to her.”
before he can even finish his sentence, harry puts you out of your misery. finally, his tongue meets your exposed sex, a heady moan rising from your throat as he devours you.
you cry out in relief and pleasure, nearly shaking from the build-up. your hips instinctively buck upwards, grinding against harry's face desperately, and you claw at his arm with your available hand, tugging at his shirt frantically.
“how’s she taste, hazzy?”
“f’ckin perfect,” harry slurs, his lips grazing your wet folds as he talks. “like sugar on m’tongue.”
heat rises to your face, harry’s words and movements making you lightheaded.
"mmm, I knew it, our little princess sweet as always,” george concurs, the tips of your ears burning red at his comment. “put your phone on the tripod, poppet. let me see both of you."
per george's request, you stretch to the side where your little tripod sits on the other half of your L-shaped desk, pouting with a dramatic "hmph!" when harry stops so you can move more easily. they both laugh at your neediness as you stand up to click your phone into place, adjusting it so that george can see you and harry simultaneously. in the background, harry tugs his shirt over his head, exposing his broad shoulders and strong chest before walking up behind you.
"let's take this dress off for our audience, shall we?"
with a giggle, you raise your arms, letting him pull the long gown off over your head and throwing it on the floor, revealing your naked figure to george. "ugh, fucking unreal, both of you," he lauds through the screen. "can't believe I got so lucky."
harry's rough, warm hands slowly glide over your frame, sending shivers up your spine. "you're so beautiful, baby."
flushed from their praise, you stretch an arm up behind you to wrap around the nape of harry's neck, leaning your head back against his chest as you watch yourselves in the camera, and then looking at george with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. "can you take your shirt off too, georgie?" you ask shyly. "wanna see you."
"I second that," harry prods, making george laugh a bit awkwardly before inevitably agreeing, peeling his top off for you to see his tanned skin, glistening with sweat.
"fuck sake, you're so hot," harry blurts out, almost annoyed, exasperated by how sexy his own boyfriend is.
“I second that,” you add, daydreaming about george being home with you, both of your gorgeous boys on you at the same time.
perpetually unable to accept compliments, george goes pink and promptly takes the attention off himself. “I believe you two were in the middle of something.”
a wicked expression paints harry’s face as he nods and pulls you back by your waist, spinning you to sit on your desk and falling back to his knees before you.
by now, your thighs were sticky with arousal, your pussy throbbing with need. it takes an embarrassingly short time for harry to get you back to where you were minutes ago, painfully close to hitting your peak.
“you sound so pretty, angel,” george says gruffly between heavy breaths. “our sweet boy taking good care of you?”
“mmhmm,” you nod breathlessly, looking down at harry in his pussy drunk state, his eyes glazed over as he makes out with your cunt. “s-so good,” you tug on his roots, the knot in your tummy growing tighter by the second.
“doin’ so well, sweetheart,” george encourages harry. “treatin' our girl right.”
harry groans into you as the praise goes straight to his cock, hard and leaking in his shorts, and a new wave of determination hits him. he presses two fingers into you at once, ripping a loud mewling sound from your throat as he pounds in and out of you rapidly in tandem with his mouth sucking obsessively on your aching clit.
your eyes water as your orgasm hits you mere seconds later, your body pathetically writhing against harry’s face as he laps at you, moaning at the taste of your cum on his tongue.
words escape you as you’re reduced to a babbling incoherent mess, harry continuing to work you through the aftershocks. “pl-please please, I can’t, baby, I’m — f-fuck,” you ramble, tapping him repeatedly on the shoulder as he starts to overstimulate you.
“let her breathe, honey,” george orders, and harry immediately accedes. he stands, bringing his cum-coated digits to your mouth, and you wordlessly suck them clean, eyes locked on his own blown-out pupils, your chests heaving.
your hands find the band of his shorts and pull them down without hesitation, eagerly wrapping your fingers around his dick and stroking him as he leans in to kiss you deeply with a moan, the taste of you on his tongue making your eyes roll into your head.
“now bend her over the desk,” george directs, like he’s making a write-your-own-adventure porno. his voice has gotten progressively raspier, darker, maintaining his naturally dominant role even from a distance. “wanna watch my angels fuck.”
you grin up at harry, biting your lip in anticipation as he manhandles you, pressing your upper body down against the cold table and spreading your legs with his knee. running his strong hands up your back, he leans over you to kiss your shoulder. "fuck, I love you so much," he mutters against your skin.
a blissed-out smile stretches across your face, your eyes already falling shut peacefully. "love you, baby." you turn your head to face your phone, where george watches intently. "we love you, georgie."
"I bloody adore you two," he sighs. "wish I was there,” he adds, wrapping his hand back around himself. “go on, haz."
pulling himself upright, harry lines his thick cock up to your dripping core. "y'ready, princess?"
"been ready," you exhale impatiently. "need you."
you clench at the hungry rumble that rises from his throat before he presses into you, a long moan spilling from your lips as you stretch around him. the only words either of you can manage are profanities and each other's names, the air pushed from your lungs as he buries himself to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix deliciously as you go dumb from pleasure.
you hear soft grunts coming from your phone as george strokes himself in time with harry's motions. you look up so he can see your face, tears streaming and drool accumulating on your chin from the way harry's slamming into you relentlessly.
"fuck, could watch you two all day," george huffs. "look at the pretty little mess you're makin' of our girl, baby."
harry tears his eyes away from where the two of you are connected, having been mesmerized by the way you sucked him in every time he pulled back. he lifts his head to look at you, sliding a hand around your front to rub light circles against your clit. your eyes are gone in your skull, cheeks wet, your jaw slack and brows furrowed, a high-pitched whine escapes from your throat from the overstimulation. "doin' so good, angel. s'good for us," he praises, and your pussy flutters around him in response.
his pace increases as he starts drawing closer to orgasm, his head lolling back as he grabs hold of your hair, lifting your face off the desk and pistoning his fat dick into you animalistically. you reach back to claw at his thighs and he promptly grips both of your arms with one hand, pinning them behind you, handling you like a ragdoll.
"m'gonna fill you up, pretty girl," harry growls in your ear as he leans over you, his relentless drilling deep in your gut making you totally stupid, pliant to his touch. a ring of white floods around the base of his cock as you cum, broken wails of pleasure ripping from your throat as he follows close behind, painting your walls with his climax. breathy high-pitched moans fall from his lips as he works you both through your peaks, panting unevenly as you clench around his pulsating length.
"f-fuuck, oh god," george murmurs between heavy breaths, sent over the edge from watching you and harry move together. "so hot."
the three of you all gradually come down, harry gently letting you put your head back down on the desk as your body basically gives out. you're all out of breath, bodies sweaty and heads floaty. harry slowly pulls out of you, relishing in the cute little whimpering noise you always make.
"that was fucking amazing," you hear george croak, throat dry. "I can't wait to be home with you two."
harry smiles, sitting down in your office chair and pulling you into his lap bridal-style. you immediately curl into him, exhausted and struggling to keep your eyes open.
"us too," harry replies to george in a hushed tone, stroking your hair softly. "but I'm glad you're having a good time with the lads. make sure you're not missing out on any cool shit because you'd rather be home. we'll be here when you're done."
george chuckles quietly. "that's basically exactly what she said."
"smart girl," harry grins. "I think she might actually be asleep, y'know."
"go take care of her, baby," george sighs, hearts in his eyes at the sight of you and harry cuddled up together. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"okay," harry nods with a tired smile. "good night, georgie. love you."
