“so you are the dwarf Tauriel likes?” Legolas asks Kili who was standing in front of him. Legolas found him wondering around in the forest, when the dwarf notices the presence of the elf, he fell into the water. So offering him to go to the palace and give him some of his own clothes, so Kili’s clothes could dry was the least he could do. Legolas made sure no one saw them entering the palace and going towards his chambers.
“she does like me?” Kili answered excited but the excitement immediately vanished when the elf prince turned his head and looked stern at the tall dwarf.
“So tell me dwarf, what is it that you like about us elves? And do not give me that innocent look. I have heard about Rivendell” the elfling said while he walked around Kili tabbing his shoulders.
“Indulge” is soooo good! Innocent and inexperienced Legolas is one of my absolute favorite hc’s. Could we maybe get a part 2, where rolls are reversed? Legolas wants to return the favor but isn’t really sure how? I mean, female anatomy is a bit confusing lmao
here it is, served on a silver platter
Indulge (Pt 2)
Legolas x f!reader smut
[ Read part 1 here ]
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Also was further inspired by this ask!
Summary: Legolas does a little more than return the favour to you
Word count: 4.3k
Content warning (MDNI) - explicit sexual content, oral sex (f recieving), p in v sexual intercourse, vaginal fingering, a lot of power play (sub!legolas <-> softdom!legolas), use of magic during sexual acts (magical stimulation), mild dom/sub dynamics, possessive behaviour and language, creampie, marking, bodily fluids, orgasm control and overstimulation, size kink, light bdsm (pinning, marking, restraint), praise kink (slight), loss of control (legolas), semivirgin!legolas, mortal x elf smut, PWP, established relationship
You felt the air leave your lungs as Legolas pushed you down onto the sheets beneath him. His long limbs caged you, giving you no chance to escape.
"Now then... shall I try this mortal art upon you?" he smirked over you as he began to finger the ties of your pants. He flicks his eyes, which were still slightly glassy and dazed from his high before, up to yours to watch for some kind of permission from you.
"Legolas, love," you purred at his eagerness as you reached a hand to his soft face. "There's no need, really."
He cuts you off quickly. "No, meleth nin. Please. You showed me so much. I wish to please you... as you did with me."
With the offering of a soft smile from you, Legolas continued his endeavours to untie your pants. Before long, he had slipped your legs from them and had removed your tunic from over your shoulders. He ran his fingertips down from the tops of your thighs to your ankles as he stripped you, drinking in the sight of you beneath him.
You felt a warmth build up within you with his touch, feeling some kind of elven magic blossom in your chest and work its way outwards, leaving light waves of pleasure blanketing you without him even doing anything.
With a small arch of your back as Legolas brought a hand across your chest, ever so slightly grazing past one of your hardened buds, he smiled at your reaction to him using his magic on you.
“Does that bring you pleasure?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. You nodded, already feeling breathless. "What are you doing to me?" you questioned.
"I don't really know. I thought I'd try it."
"Please... Legolas. Don't stop doing it, whatever it is."
He let out a light chuckle. "Okay, Y/N. I won't."
With the waves of pleasure increasing at his words, you sucked in a sharp breath and felt his hands go behind your back, where you had arched it, and his head dipped down with his lips slowly grazing along the soft flesh of your navel.
It tickled, and you flinched as he kissed and sucked there, mimicking what you had done earlier with him. It felt heavenly. There was something different about this kind of intimacy with elves. It was like nothing you had ever experienced with humans. Your body felt more tender, more shivery, more desperate for his touch, and his hands were soft leaves and vines across you, trapping you in a forest dream that you never wished to awake from.
"Y/N?"
Legolas softly calling your name snapped you from your thoughts. You glanced at him. He had sat up on his knees, and you drank in the sight of him with your eyes.
Long blonde hair is messy and sticking in different directions. His blue eyes flicked between your core, chest and face. His collarbones were littered with little purple marks from your earlier abuse. And his large dick sat against his smooth stomach, already semi-hard again from the sight of you alone, lying across his bed, waiting for him to devour you.
He was pawing slightly at your thighs in a shy manner.
"Um... I'm not really sure how to do this."
It felt refreshing to have someone so eager to please you, even when they didn't know how. It allowed you to show him exactly what you wanted, and that was exciting for both of you.
"That's okay, Legolas." You sat up, and he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. "I can help you."
With a peck on your hairline, he pushed you back down.
Legolas forced your thighs apart slowly with his large, gentle hands, allowing the warm air to hit your core and cause you to cover your face instinctively out of bashfulness.
You could hardly even look at him, knowing he was admiring your pussy as he exposed it to himself. After a short while of nothingness, with you almost trembling in anticipation, you felt him push back on the skin of your inner thighs, and your folds spread further apart under his touch.
"Legolas~" you whined as even such a light graze sent electricity up your spine. "You're being cruel."
"Cruel? How, my love? I'm only admiring you."
"No~" you let out as you uncovered your face. He is looking at you curiously, hand still settled on your inner thighs. "Touch me, with your fingers."
Legolas's cheeks grew a slight blush at your words. "I am worried, Loss nín. You are so responsive, and beautiful... but it makes me nervous."
Legolas had never had sex with a human before. All he had ever known was the methodical sex of elves, where nothing like this was ever done or even discussed. Perhaps rarely, by elves that are more in tune with human culture and customs, but it was not common knowledge amongst the immortal folk. Especially in the deep trees of Mirkwood.
"Legolas, my sweet prince," you comforted him. "What are you so worried about? You do not have to be perfect for me, just touch me like you mean it."
The elf blinked, then gave a grin. "That I can do."
Like he was handling the most delicate glass sculpture in all of Middle Earth, Legolas pressed the pads of his index and middle finger against your folds, moving them around to gather the much slickness that had pooled out of you in anticipation of his touch.
You felt your thigh slightly twitch at the feeling of his elven magic travelling through his fingertips into your core, catching you with a ripple of pleasure.
"Do I push inside, meleth nin?" Legolas whispered. He had now lain down to be closer to your cunt, settled comfortably on his stomach between your spread legs.
You nodded in approval, and he slowly watched as your core welcomed his fingers inside, almost clutching onto them to bring him in further.
"You are so warm... and wet. Is that good?"
"Yes~" you huffed out as you looked down at him, feeling yourself clench slightly at the sight of him between your thighs, looking up at you innocently. "It means I'm enjoying myself."
Legolas smiled. "Good."
"Move your fingers, love, in and out of me, like you would if you were using your cock."
Legolas obliged to your wishes, beginning to slowly push his two fingers in and out of you, listening carefully to any change in your breath and moans with his elf senses. He wanted so badly to please you, and any sign that you were enjoying something, he ran with it.
When he had curved his fingers up slightly inside you while trying to massage your walls, his eyes snapped to you when you let out a loud whimper and your hips left the bed, grinding into his hand.
He leant down and left a playful bite against your hip. "Was that out of pleasure? My love?"
As soon as you nodded with half-lidded eyes, Legolas sat up slightly and pushed his fingers into you quickly. He curled his fingers and pushed against the spot again, massaging it as he watched for your reaction.
You swear you saw stars. With the combination of his pleasurable magic, whilst also hitting your g-spot over and over, your body was slightly shaking.
He abused your g-spot for a minute, obsessed with your moans filling the room and not wanting to stop, enjoying himself a lot.
"Are you trembling, baby? Aw, you're so cute."
It took you bringing a shaky hand down to grab his wrist to have him stop his assault on your pussy. Legolas pulled his fingers out of you and kissed your hand that was against his wrist as a small apology.
"Did I do too much?"
You shook your head as you tried to regain your breath. "No, Legolas. That was amazing. But it just gets a bit too much if you rub against one spot for too long."
The prince groaned at your answer and kissed your thigh, feeling slightly bad.
"Sorry, my love. I did not mean to hurt you. I find it hard to control myself when you are so responsive to me. It's like, something awakens."
You smiled at his words and cupped his cheek with your hand. He leant against it and closed his eyes blissfully. "Do not apologise, Mîr nín. You're making me feel so good."
Legolas gave a wet kiss to the palm of your hand. He opened his eyes and stared into your face with his sky blue ones. "May I taste you? Like you did with me?"
You felt your heart skip a beat at his request. "I would like nothing more, my prince."
Excitedly, Legolas turned back to your core and used his hands to spread you open in front of him once again.
"I do not know where to start my love," he admitted with a whisper, feeling a bit shy. You brought your hand down and brushed against your clit with your hand, pointing it out to the unsure elf.
"This is very sensitive, this bit. You can focus on here, or you can lick inside me as well."
Legolas swallowed nervously. "Okay. You tell me if it is not good."
His consideration for your pleasure had you feeling pleasant inside. His affectionate words were enough to send you halfway over the edge, especially with the Sindarin petnames that he nearly whispered each time he said them.
Legolas pressed his tongue against your clit, where your fingers still remained. But with the addition of his wet muscle, your hand instinctively flew to his hair, gripping the blonde locks softly in your fist so as not to pull.
"Oh fuck," you let out. Legolas moved his lips against your clit, flicking his tongue in and out and bringing out a level of stimulus that you hadn't felt in god knows how long. The wet, sloppy noises he made against you were itching your brain just right.
Your head rolled back, your hips lifted off the sheets and against his mouth, and your thighs found themselves on his shoulders to get a better angle of his tongue, much to his delight.
"I'm gonna need you to hold more still, meleth nin," Legolas said as he pulled away from your cunt. A string of saliva connecting his glistening lips to your core made you almost moan at the sight.
"Make me, elf."
The sudden confidence made Legolas's face shift, and he felt a fire start within him. You swore you even saw his pupils dilate. Make you? Oh, how he dreamed of you saying that to him.
His hands flew to your thighs, wrapping around them in a strong grip and forcing your hips down against the sheets. You gasped at the sudden roughness.
You let out a loud groan as he delved back into your cunt with his tongue. Long, thick stripes were licked across your folds, dipping into your wet hole before he sucked harshly at your clit as he reached it. He had to continue forcing you down to take the abuse of his tongue, not letting you wriggle or kick away when the pleasure got too great.
'Fuck! Legolas-... ah! You're going to ruin me!"
You swore you heard a small 'good' murmured against your folds from him as he continued to eat you out like a starved elf.
You had whiplash from this sudden change from him. He was not joking when he said he thinks something awakens within him. You were ripped from your thoughts when he gave you a sharp nip on the inner thigh.
"Tell me you're okay, Loss nin," he demanded as he stared up at you with a tense hunger in his eyes. You nodded, feeling powerless under his gaze, but that didn't stop you.
"Quit biting me," you snapped at him in a moment of bravery. "I didn't teach you that."
Legolas only smirked, his teeth grazing the sting of his bite.
"No, you didn't, but this is instinctual. I only want to mark what's mine."
With that, he continued his meal on you, making your hands in his hair tighten and pull him even closer, if that was even possible.
It wasn't long before he was using teeth on your thigh again, and one of his nips turned into a proper bite. You gasp and flinch at the slight ache.
You sit up, wanting to put this now cocky elf in his place. "I said, quit biting-"
Legolas shoots up from your core and catches your wrists, forcing you back down on your back beneath him as he looms over you. His cock was now fully hardened from him grinding against the bed beneath him while he ate you out. "Then stop tasting so good, Y/N," he growled.
You were surprised by his change in power. His pupils were large, almost feral-like, as he brought both your wrists together so he could pin them above your head in one of his large hands.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, concerned for you with this change of pace. You must have had a shocked expression on your face still.
"I'm okay, Legolas." You felt yourself grow giddy at the fact that he was still concerned about you, wanting you to stay comfortable with him. "I love this. You're doing so well."
The praise had him cock a smile, eyes crinkling at the sides.
With his free hand, he traced it down your naked body, leaving a trace of tingling, shiny magic in its wake, leaving you shaking already. His fingers found your core once again, and he pushed two fingers inside, exploring your inner warmth with his fingers.
You pulled against his hands that pinned you, wanting to grab onto something for support, but he just laughed at you teasingly.
"Oh, little petal, look at you. All at my mercy on my bed," he groaned in a low tone as he leaned down next to your ear. His long hair tickled against your neck, and you felt him mouth your earlobe before taking it into his mouth to suck on lightly.
You felt your eyes roll as he curled his fingers upwards inside you. It did not help that elves were, on average, much larger than humans, meaning his fingers were longer and could reach places inside you that not even you were aware of.
"Ah~ Fuck, Legolas. What are you doing to me?"
He chuckled into your neck. "I'm making you feel good, aren't I? Just as you did for me. I'm only returning a favour."
You whimpered at his words as you remember. You glanced down at his pink length, seeing smeared precum glistening on the head and slowly dripping onto your thigh. The sight made you clench around his fingers, filled with the need of his cock inside you.
It was like he read your mind. Legolas pulled his fingers from you, but not before he let go of your wrists to dip down once again and suck your clit into his mouth, making you cry out and jolt at the intense stimulation.
"I cannot get enough of your taste, Loss nin," he moaned against your clit. You vibrations from his words almost had you shaking. "It is heavenly."
Before long, Legolas had returned on top of you. He had sat back on his knees, admiring your naked, sweaty body beneath him as he traced his hands along your skin, toying with you.
"This is fun," he chuckled as you reacted to each and every one of his touches now. "Is it so easy to get you worked up beneath me. You're now chasing my hands with your arches and movements."
You breathed out a defeated huff beneath him as he fiddled gently with one of your nipples. "You act like you weren't begging beneath my mouth earlier, elf prince."
"Oh, you shouldn't remind me. That's dangerous. But even so, you've taught me how to beg, but now I'm going to teach you how to cry my name."
You smiled beneath him at his 'threat'. "Is that a promise?"
Something about your compliance with his dominating persona now set him off, and his dick twitched against your hip where it rested, gathering precum at the tip. He felt his confidence slip slightly, and his demeanour softened at the sight of you beneath him.
So beautiful, so fucked out already. So willing to let him take what he wants. He suddenly felt a strong protectiveness overcome him.
"Fuck, I need to be inside you."
He pressed his forehead against yours and let out a heavy breath. His arms snaked around your torso in a tight cuddle, and he tangled his legs with yours. You groaned at the press of his thigh between your legs, allowing you to grind down on it to please you. It simultaneously pushed your hips against his aching cock that was wedged between your bodies.
"Please, meleth nin. If you'll have me, I want to be inside you." His voice shook as he begged into your neck. The tenderness of his words could've almost made you cry.
"Legolas. I'll have you now, and forever, if you'd let me."
He pulled back from your neck and watched your face for any doubt, any hesitation, but saw none. He saw nothing but love, admiration and a strong desire that he had never seen in anyone before. And he felt all the same back, and more.
"I'll gladly have you be mine, my ethereal mortal."
He pushes his pink lips into your breathless ones. His lips are still wet from your arousal, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.
While you make out, the prince runs his hands down your body and steadies himself above you once again. When he reached your hips, he gave them a teasing squeeze on either side, reminding you of what's to come.
With his hands, he spread your legs once again and placed himself completely between.
You force your face to the side to escape his lips. "Legolas, wait."
He froze above you, examining your face with curiosity.
"Can you... Just go a bit slow at first. I'm not used to being bedded by an elf," you laughed to yourself.
Legolas smiled softly above. "Oh my love, you're so precious. Of course, I'll go slow," he answered as he nuzzled your cheek with his nose.
With that, Legolas reached down between you and lined himself up at your entrance. With a glance at you, which was earned with a little nervous nod, he slowly began to push his cock into your cunt.
The stretch was heavenly. You had known he was bigger than most humans you had been with, but you didn't think of it as being so much more pleasurable. Maybe it was something to do with the elven magic.
Legolas paused and checked your face for discomfort. His breath had quickened.
He continued when you seemed fine, and kept going until he had bottomed out in you. He let out a loud huff at the tight warmth of you, feeling you pulse around him, pressing his forehead against yours. It almost sent him feral, and he had to hold himself back from letting his instincts take over. He peppered your face with kisses.
Once you had adjusted, you wrapped your arms around Legolas's neck to make sure he'd stay close to you. "You can move, Mîr nín."
You using the Sindarin pet name for him had him breathing in a sharp breath of control.
He crept his hands down and gripped your hips to stabilise himself as he began to pull out and push back in slowly.
"Oh fuck~," he groaned out with a slight whimper. "You feel so good around me. How will I ever hold back?"
You grinned at his expression of pleasure. "Legolas, you don't have to," you began. The elf looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a growing darkness pooling in his blue irises. "I'm okay."
He searched your eyes. "What if I hurt you?" he lets out with a concerned breath. He continued to thrust slowly and deeply into you, his hands almost twitching at your hips from the agonising pace.
"I will tell you, meleth nin. Please- ah~ take me as yours."
That's all he needed from you. Legolas tucked his face into your neck and pressed his body even further against yours. You flinched slightly at the sudden tightening on your waist with his grip, but nothing could prepare you for the pleasure you were going to feel.
Legolas's pace suddenly quickened immensely, and his thrusts became rough. Your mouth fell open, and a loud moan escaped before you could control it. You prayed that no passing guard heard it.
Not liking the position, Legolas leant back away from you and lifted one of your legs, folding it up onto your chest as he deepened his thrusts. His brows were furrowed, lips parted as growls and moans escaped with every push into you. You couldn't help but admire the tense muscles in his arms, leaving strong veins and sweat gathering along them.
This new position allowed him to drill deep inside you, and you felt your eyes roll back slowly as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. There was so much pleasure in every part of your body that you didn't think you'd be able to take it.
You raised your arm and reached for him, finding his hip and pushing on it to get his attention.
"Lego-... las" you croaked out. The elf stopped his thrusts, concerned.
"Are you okay Y/N?" He checked on you, dropping down to your face and kissing your forehead.
"Can you... Please... calm down with the magic? I want to be able to feel my body tomorrow," you asked, still catching your breath.
Legolas smirked at your request. "Sorry, my love. I was getting carried away."
You nodded as he kissed your cheek. "That's okay."
It wasn't long before he had continued his thrusts, only this time he had both your thighs being held up to deepen his thrusts still. He was buried to the hilt on his cock inside you as he thrusted in each time, and you swore you could feel him inside your womb.
Legolas tucked himself once again back against your shoulder. You heard his noises increase as his thrusts became more erratic, and your hands left the sheets to scratch along his back for support. Legolas shivered at the affection.
A sharp bite to your neck had you let out a yelp, only this time, he didn't let go. His teeth sank deeper and deeper as he fucked into you, and you had thought maybe he had entered some kind of state.
"Legola- ah! Legolas- my lo- ve?" you tried to choke out.
"Don't move." He let out a low growl next to your ear as his teeth let go. You could already feel that it had left a heavy mark there that would last for days.
His grip tightened on your hips, not allowing for any movement from you to get away from his powerful thrusts.
"Nín," he moaned out against you. "Nín, nín, nín." The repetitive elvish had you clawing at his back as you felt your high approaching deep in your abdomen.
Legolas once again moves away from your neck and catches your wrists in his hands again. He pins them down.
"I want to look at you while I take you." His eyes were dark pits, and his face was flushed with redness. He looked hot, fucked, and oh so desperate for you.
His words almost sent you over the edge by themselves. His thrusts continued into you, and you let your mouth fall open and your head lull back onto the mattress.
"Ah fuck~ Legolas~" you whimpered out. You made eye contact with him, tears of pleasure appearing in your eyes. "Please, I am all yours."
"Come for me, meleth nin. I am right here." Legolas pressed a kiss to your lips as you did just that, muffling your moans with his mouth and licking across your lips as he helped you ride out your high. He parted from you, breathless.
Your words from before had an effect on him, and he was sent over the edge with the sight of you finishing on him. A loud grunt escaped his throat, and he bottomed out inside you and pushed his seed deep into your cunt, thrusting a few final times afterwards to milk himself empty.
You both lay in the moonlit room, sharing breaths as you kept your foreheads together. Legolas kept himself inside you for a while, enjoying the closeness, and not wanting to forget the moment so quickly.
"Was that okay? Y/N?"
You smiled weakly at him. "You were so perfect to me, Legolas. Everything I could ever want."
He grinned at your response and gave a short peck to your nose before he slipped out of you, ignoring the mess that it made. That's a concern for later anyway.
He snuggled in next to you and tucked your head underneath his chin, kissing the crown of your hair.
"You will not be leaving me, meleth nin. Not after this. I'll hide you from my father in the walls of his own castle if I have to."
You chuckled against his warm chest. "Legolas, that's a conversation for tomorrow. For now, I need some sleep," you let out a big yawn and wrapped your arms around his torso.
"Oh, right," he smiled as you nuzzled against his chest. "I forgot you mortals need to do that."
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AN: I got so fucking carried away with this holy fuck, hope ya'll liked hehehee
Requests for headcanons / reactions always open~
something about them completely flipping the whole lula being completely infatuated with jack from before he even met her to her being jaded and him being completely head over heels in love with her in the third film MADE it for me ugh never getting over THEM
ANON, OF COURSE WE CAN!! will in glasses to me literally sums up the duality of him, if you please let me explain:
exhibit a:
first we have submissive will. will in reading glasses makes me go ‘aww you’re so cutie pie lemme dom tf out of you’. (this also could be because most of his reading glasses wearing era was when he was significantly younger than he is now, but whatever). this look makes me want to ride his face whilst still wearing his glasses so they steam up and he’s all flustered and it’s 😵💫😵💫😵💫
exhibit b:
and secondly we have dominant will. i don’t know what it is but will with sunglasses makes him seem that tiny bit more dominant in my eyes. like, i wanna see myself fall apart in the reflection of the darkened lenses and not see his face as he’s degrading me in my ear— it adds to the mystique of it i swearrrr. 🤭🫦
heyyy could you write a will x reader fic where reader is james’s younger sister (maybe by quite a few years) and is friends with will as well and they decide to surprise james at one of his shows together? but will is more focused on watching her dance to the music and realises he likes her, maybe end in smut? it’s up to you queen ❤️
mistakes ── willne⋆⭒˚.⋆
pairing: willne x fem marriott! sister
warnings/contents: smut, p in v, fingering, public sex, bathroom sex
a/n: i got a little carried away and it got a little flithy.... hope you enjoy anon 🙂↔️
Pm me to be on taglist <3
requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx
You hadn’t been backstage at one of James’s shows in years.
Not since you’d stopped being “James’s little baby sister” and started being your own person, early twenties now, independent, and fully capable of holding your own in a room full of sweaty musicians and drunk fans. Still, the familiar chaos made something warm bloom in your chest as you slipped through the venue, hand hooked through Will’s.
James had no idea you were there, that was the fun part.
“He’s going to actually scream,” you said, leaning closer to Will as the bass thudded through the walls. “maybe he brings us up on stage and everyone will cheer for the better sibling hey?”
Will snorted. “I’d pay to see that.”
You grinned, eyes bright, already vibrating with excitement. Will glanced at you, then away again, jaw tightening for reasons he refused to acknowledge.
You’d known Will for years. Too long, maybe. Long enough that your presence had become familiar, safe even. You were James’s sister. Off limits by default. Easy to joke with, easy to talk to, easy to pretend he didn’t notice the way your laugh hit him right in the chest or how your body had quietly changed over the years.
It was an easy to lie to himself. The lights dropped. The crowd exploded. James ran onstage, guitar slung low, grin feral, and the first chord tore through the venue.
You of course in support of your older brother, lost your mind, becoming a fangirl, like every other girl in the room.
The music hit something in you. You jumped, laughed, sang every word, the beer in your hand swishing around. You grabbed Will’s hand without thinking, pulling him into the crowd, and he let you, because of course he did.
But he didn’t dance, he watched.
You moved like you didn’t care who saw you. Hair flying, eyes fluttering with joy, hips rolling with the rhythm. You threw your head back laughing, turned to him, shouted lyrics into his face, close enough that your breath was hot against his lips.
Something inside him snapped. This wasn’t James’s kid sister.
This was a beautiful woman. A dangerous one at that, territory he wasn't sure was worth crossing.
When James finally spotted you mid song, with a finger pointing at you in disbelief as your laugh rumbled, the crowd only screamed louder. You waved, dramatically with a smile gleaming on your face, and Will could be caught staring at you, not at the camera.
After the show, backstage blurred into noise and bodies and congratulations. James was immediately swallowed by people. You lingered at the edge, buzzing, cheeks flushed, eyes shining.
Will found you without thinking.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Buzzing,” you said. “That was insane.”
You were close. Too close. He could smell your perfume now, see the way your pulse jumped at your throat.
“I couldn’t stop watching you,” he said quietly, like the truth escaped before he could stop it. You looked up at him, startled. “Watching me?”
“Yeah.” His voice dropped. “All night.” The air shifted. it thickened.
You swallowed. “You know I’m not...”
“I know,” he cut in softly. “I know who you are. I know James. I know this is complicated.”
“And?”
“And I don’t care.”
The words sat between you, heavy and undeniable.
You kissed him first.
It was slow at the start, testing, your hand fisting in his hoodie like you needed to anchor yourself. Will froze for half a heartbeat before kissing you back properly, mouth warm, deliberate, like he’d been holding himself back for years.
Someone whooped nearby.
Reality intruded and so did the exhilarating fear of getting caught.
Will broke the kiss just long enough to grab your hand. “Come on.”
“Where are we-”
He didn’t answer. Just pulled you down a side corridor and into the nearest door, clicking the lock behind you before you could think.
The disabled bathroom was stark and quiet, fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. The door barely shut before his hands were on you again, palms hot against your waist, backing you into the wall.
“This is a terrible idea,” you breathed.
“Yeah,” he murmured, mouth at your jaw. “I know.”
His lips traced down your neck slowly, deliberately, like he was testing how far he could go before losing control. You gasped despite yourself, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him swear under his breath.
The sound shot straight through you.
“You have no idea,” he muttered, forehead dropping to your shoulder, “how long I’ve tried not to think about this.”
You tilted your head, giving him more access without even realising it. His grip tightened on your hips when you shifted, heat unmistakable between you now.
“Will,” you whispered.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, jaw clenched like he was actively restraining himself. “If we keep going, I’m not stopping.”
Your heart pounded. “Then don’t.”
He kissed you again, harder, deeper, hands roaming like he was memorising you. Your back pressed into the wall, his body solid and unyielding against yours. You felt dizzy with it, with how right it felt to be wanted like this.
One of his hands left your hip to slide up your side, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast, and the touch was so electric you arched into him, a silent beg for more. He took it. His palm cupped you fully, his thumb stroking over your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his groan.
“Will,” you gasped, breaking the kiss to drag in a ragged breath. His name was a prayer and a curse on your tongue.
“Shh, pet,” he murmured, his Geordie accent a thick, rough groan that made your stomach clench. “Jus’ feel it.” His lips were at your throat again, nipping and sucking at your neck that was sure to leave marks. He didn’t care. You didn’t care. The fluorescent lights hummed in the background.
His other hand was busy, fumbling with the button of your jeans before his fingers dipped below the waistband, skimming the lace of your knickers. You jolted, your hips bucking involuntarily. “Fuck,” you breathed, your head falling back against the tile of the wall.
“Yeah?” he asked, a smug, breathless sound against your skin. “That what you want?” He didn't wait for an answer. His fingers pushed past the lace, sliding through the slick heat he found there. He cursed again, a low, guttural sound. “Christ, you’re soaked.” He circled your clit with a slow, deliberate pressure that had your knees shaking. “Been thinkin’ about this, haven’t you? Gettin’ all wet for me”
You could only moan, your hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders, his back, anything. He sank one finger inside you, then another, his thumb still working a rhythm on your clit. It was too much and not enough. The heel of his palm ground against you as he pumped his fingers, a filthy, wet sound filling the small room. His hazel eyes were locked on yours, dark and blown wide with lust, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his accent thicker than ever. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He curled his fingers just right, and stars exploded behind your eyes. Your orgasm crashed over you, sharp and blinding. You cried out, his name a ragged shout, as your body clenched around his fingers.
He put a hand over your mouth as you bit it, being careful enough to not cause suspicion. "Don't wan't everyone to hear us darlin."
He worked you through it, his movements slowing as you came back down, panting against his neck. He pulled his hand free, and you watched, dazed, as he brought his glistening fingers to his own lips, tasting you. The sight was so obscenely hot.
“Still a terrible idea?” he asked, a smirk played on his swollen lips.
You shook your head, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. “The worst,” you managed, tugging it up. He helped you, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His t-shirt came next. He was all lean and warm, a faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. Your hands roamed over his chest, his stomach, feeling him jump under your touch.
Your fingers went to his belt, your movements clumsy with urgency. He let you, his eyes burning into you as you unbuckled it and popped the button on his jeans. You palmed him through his boxers, and he hissed, his head falling back, exposing the strong line of his throat. He was hard, thick and hot, and the weight of him in your hand was intoxicating.
“Fuck, pet,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward into your grasp. “You’re gonna be the death of me, shouldn't be doin' this”
You pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, freeing him. He was perfect. You stroked him slowly, from base to tip, smearing the bead of pre cum over the head with your thumb. He swore, his hands flying to the wall on either side of your head, caging you in.
“Enough,” he bit out, his voice strained. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He didn’t wait. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and knickers, dragging them down your legs in one rough motion. You kicked them aside, and then he was lifting you, his hands under your thighs, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back hit the wall again, and the cold tile was a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of his body.
He lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against your entrance. He paused, his forehead resting against yours, his hazel eyes searching yours. “Last chance,” he breathed, the words a strained whisper. “Tell me to stop.”
You answered by tightening your legs around him and pulling him down for a kiss. “Don’t you dare stop, Will.”
That was all the permission he needed. He pushed into you in one long, slow, devastating thrust. You both groaned at the sensation, the perfect, overwhelming stretch of him filling you completely. He gave you a moment to adjust, his face buried in your neck, his breath coming in harsh pants.
“Fuck,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah?” He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back into you, making you cry out. “How about that?” He set a punishing rhythm, hard and deep, each thrust driving you higher. The sound of skin slapping against skin, his ragged groans, and your breathy moans filled the bathroom.
He angled his hips, hitting a spot inside you that made you see white. “There! Right there!” you gasped.
“Found it, did I?” he grunted, a smug satisfaction in his tone as he aimed for that spot again and again. His hand slid between your sweat slicked bodies, his fingers finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much.
“Will, I’m… I’m gonna…” you couldn’t finish the sentence, your words dissolving into a high-pitched keen.
“Cum for me, love,” he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
His words were your undoing. Your second orgasm ripped through you, even more powerful than the first. Your inner walls clenched around him, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. He followed you over the edge with a shout, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside you.
For a long moment, you just stayed like that, him pinning you to the wall, your bodies trembling in the aftermath. The only sound was the buzzing of the lights and your combined, ragged breathing.
Finally, he eased out of you, setting you gently on your feet. Your legs felt like jelly. He leaned against the wall next to you, running a hand through his messy brunette hair. He looked utterly wrecked, and you were sure you did too.
He turned his head to look at you, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. It transformed him, softening the sharp edges. “So,” he said, his Geordie accent a warm, familiar rumble. “Still a terrible idea?”
You laughed, a breathy, happy sound. “The absolute worst,” you agreed, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Let’s never do it again.”
Footsteps passed outside.
A laugh echoed.
He froze, breath uneven, forehead resting against yours. “Fuck.”
You laughed softly, wrecked. “We should probably-”
“Yeah.” He took a step back, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Before James murders me.”
You quickly put on your clothes, cheeks flushed, pulse still racing, hair a little messed up and makeup a little ruined. When he opened the door, he leaned in one last time, brushing a kiss against your lips, gentler now, full of promise.
“This isn’t finished,” he murmured.
You smiled. “Good.”
When you rejoined the noise, James spotted you instantly, barreling toward you and pulling you into a crushing hug.
“You little shit,” he laughed. “You didn’t tell me!”
You grinned, glancing sideways at Will. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”
James followed your gaze, eyes narrowing slightly at the tension he could practically taste. “Why do you look… smug?”
Will coughed. “Great show, mate.”
Later, when the venue finally emptied and the adrenaline faded, Will found you again, quiet now, leaning against a railing outside, the night air cool against your skin.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded. “Yeah. Just… processing.”
He smiled faintly. “Same.”
You stood there together, comfortable in the charged silence, knowing this was only the beginning, and that neither of you was going to pretend otherwise.
hey hey hey. could you write james marriott smut?? like he falls asleep next to y/n because they have a sleepover/share a hotel room while he's on tour and he has a sex dream. y/n just lies there while he makes noises until he wakes up and they end up fucking xxx totally fine if not luv u
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summary : same as req !
pairing : james marriott x fem!reader
warnings : mdni 18+! pinv, unprotected sex (dont do this!), oral (f!recieving), dirty talk, use of word slut
notes : so fun thank you!!! req in bio <3
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you’d only been to see james a few times on tour. with all the work you still had to do, you’d made time whenever possible. using sick days at work to spend a night in birmingham wasn’t your dream of a saturday night, but you were here now. sat backstage whilst james played in front of his audience. you’d been shocked at how big the fans had grew since you’d last seen him, and how many people found something they enjoy with someone you loved just as much. to tell the truth, you’d maybe always had a thing for him. subtly, quietly, in the background. you’d never displayed any signs of this, you wanted james’ music to be his priority and it was. but now you’d seen him on stage, passionate for something, performing infront of all these people who care? it shifted something in you. you loved it. you hear james finish his set, thank the crowd and make his way off stage. the first thing he did was pull you into a particularly sweaty hug, grabbing you and embracing you. you’d missed this. he takes his time to go around to everyone backstage, greeting and saying his praise and goodbyes in a rush. you’d planned a sleepover tonight, like you used to do. you’d order food, watch a film and then travel to the next city in the morning. it reminded you both of the good old days, when you both had more time for one another.
settling into the hotel room, james had began ordering food and you went into the en-suite to shower off the day. you step into the heat of the shower, letting the water wash over you and making sure you didn’t wet your hair. you cleaned your body thoroughly, feeling filthy from the air of the train station and busy city you’d spent all day in. you hear the door knock, and hear some faint muffling. you assume this was the food arriving, and you take this as a que to jump out the shower and get your pyjamas on. drying yourself off and putting your moisturiser on. you leave the bathroom, feeling like a new woman. you’re greeted by the sight of james on the huge king bed, food in front of him and the tv at the end of the bed turned on.
“what do you wanna watch then?” he asks, smiling at you. he looked exhausted, clearly tired from the jumping around and singing he’d been doing all evening.
“hmmmmm” you start, rubbing your chin jokingly.
“fight club?” you say, more of an ask than a statement. you’d watched this film together for the first time years ago, so it felt like an easy option to pick. james scrolls through the tv eventually finding the film whilst you put your phone on charge and gather the rest of your things together. the film begins, james turns the light off but you keep your bedside lamp on whilst you eat. you finish your food, as does james, and you flick off the switch for the tiny lamp next to you. the room is plunged into darkness, and you shift next to james whilst staring at the screen. you mindlessly watch the film, paying little attention to whatevers happening and more attention to james next to you. you’d always liked him, sure. but nothing can compare to the way you feel around him now. the way he looks like he could throw you around the room, it’s evident he’s been in the gym a little bit more then usual. maybe it was wrong but, deep down you’d always wanted him.
snapped out of your thoughts, the bed shifts beside you. you look over, and in the dark you can make out james asleep, turned over to face you in the bed. you giggle quietly to yourself. the film must’ve been on for 20 minutes? but he was tired, and it made sense. you reached over for the remote to turn the volume down, but you hear james whimper. like an actual whimper. you pause for a second, not sure if you’d just made up whstever you heard or if it was real. you move as silently as possible, trying to not wake him up and catch whatever that noise was again. you grab your phone, and start scrolling mindlessly through instagram. forgetting that anything happened until you hear james whimper again, but louder this time. you put your phone down, and focus on this. why is he whimpering? what could he even be thinking of? the part of your brain who thinks of him as a friend is wondering how embarssing he’d find this when you tell him in the morning. the other part of you who wants to rip his clothes off is thinking of how much this turns you on. whimpering in bed next to you, unaware, you hear something more coherent escape his lips. your name. he says your name.
every part of you wants to wake him up, but part of this feels so exciting to you. james in bed next to you, moaning and whimpering your name? you’ve never felt so wet in your life. you’d give anything to have him fucking your in this bed right now, making you so drunk on his cock that you’re unable to walk. as if on cue, james reaches his arm out sleepily and brushes your lower stomach.
“james” you whisper, trying to knock some sense of consciousness into him. he groans, and your able to make out him opening his eyes in the dark.
“what’s wrong?” he speaks groggily, sounding a tad worried.
“you were … um” you begin, not sure of wether to tell him the truth. maybe he’ll be embaressed and leave.
“you were moaning” you admit, already feeling the second hand embarssment.
“oh i’m sorry” he states, meekishly. this was humbling for the both of you. you sit in silence for a minute.
“what was i like…saying?” he questions. you dont know wether to answer or not. this feels like it’d sent you into hibernation if you were him. but he’s your friend. right?
“you said my name at one point and you were just kind of like a blabbering mess of things and i tried to not listen but i kind of had to cause i’m so close and-“ you stop. you look down to james and hes gigging at you. how is he giggling?
“oh well, i’m sorry baby” he mewls, sending a shiver up your spine. baby? since when was ‘baby’ a thing? you ignore it, and stroke the back of his head thats now leaning on the bottom of your stomach, just above the heat burning your core. you’d never felt so turned on in your life, battling everything in you to not touch yourself right here. as if james had read your mind, he plants a kiss just above your pyajma waist band. he begins peppering kisses along the bottom of your stomach, and you let out a quiet whimper in response. you pull at the hair on the back of his head, knowing you want more than this. moaning quietly at the teasing james is doing to you, you feel your wetness growing inbetween your legs. james hand slides onto your thigh, just close enough to your core that he pushes up inside your pyjama shorts and runs a finger down your folds.
“this wet already?” he questions mockingly, knowing now you’d wanted him just as bad.
“we need to do something about this, dont we baby?” in speaking, he moves his hand to the waistband of your shorts and pulls down, you lift your back up off the bed as he pulls them down and throws them down, disregarding them for now.
inbetween your thighs, james sucks at your inner thighs, kissing them passionately.
“jjames” you manage to whimper, overcome with need and want. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, and moves over to your neglected pussy. he plants a kiss at your clit, sending pleasure up your entire body. james starts lapping at your pussy, as if he was starved. you feel his tongue pacing up your folds, taking extra care of the spots he noticed made you wince in pleasure. you become a blabbering mess of chanting his name over and over and fuck’s and yes’s. your mind was overwhelemed from the sheer amount of pleasure you felt, and how badly you needed him inside of you.
“need you so bad” you moan out, grinding your pussy against his mouth and so close to your orgasm .
“where do you need me?” he questions, replacing his mouth with his fingers pumping deep inside of you. he moves his body up to you to suck on your neck, finding a spot behind your ear which makes you melt into him.
“need y’inside” you whisper into his ear. you feel james jerk at this, suprised by your confession.
“you need to cum all over my fingers first if that’s what you want” james intructs you as you rock against his fingers fucking deep inside of you.
“can you do that for me? can you cum for me,baby?” as if on command, the coil in your stomach tightens and snaps, and you feel your release all over his fingers brushing your g-spot. moaning james’ name over and over until you come down from your orgasm, he continues fucking you though it.
kissing james’ mouth, you reach for the waistband of his joggers in order to get him out of them. he takes your hint, breaking the kiss to stand up and kick them off as quickly as possible. you slip your top off over your head and reposition yourself to the middle of the bed. james mounts you, getting on top of you as he leans into your mouth to kiss you again. james reaches down to his hard dick, pumping himself a few times before completely bottoming into you, unannounced. you moan sharply at the contact, feeling his tip so deep inside of you. james moves down to your neck, whilst still fucking you fast and hard. you knew you were close already, and he was fucking you as if he’d been waiting forever.
“do you wanna know why i was moaning your name?” he questions, already knowing the answer.
“yes p-please” you manage to answer, winded by the way his cock is reaching up so far inside of you.
“i’ve been dreaming about this” james starts, “i’ve been wanting to feel how you grip me since i met you”. taken aback by his confession, you moan harder than ever. all his words were doing was driving you closer to your second orgasm. james giggles at this, “i can feel you tightening around me” he states, “dirty little girl wanted me so bad, didnt she?” he teases. hearing that word come out of his mouth sends you over the edge, as you cum all over his dick. he doesnt falter his pace, your nonseical moaning made him realise you were close and he wanted to fuck you throughout.
“how did that feel, huh baby?” he asks, wanting to hear just what a mess you’d made of his dick as he was pumping inside of you.
“sso so good james” you answer, still hazy-minded from his pace. “i want you to cum inside please please” you beg, wanting to feel just how badly he’d been wanting you. you kiss the crook of his neck, and he grunts into you with the most force you’d experienced.
“such a good girl” james states through gritted teeth, knowing he’s so close to the edge. “i need you to be so full of me all the time baby” he admits like a secret, as you feel him cum inside of you. he fucks himself a few more strokes through his orgasm, and then pulls his dick out of you. he moves next to you, pulling you into his side for a few minutes.
“so” you start, absolutely exhausted from the fucking he’d just put you through, “how long have you wanted me for?”
dom!harry lewis x fem sub!reader x chris dixon x arthur fredrick
pt.2 of both? both.
summary: harry lets you have chris again, and someone else.
content: smut 18+, established relationship, foursome, pnv, oral (fem and masc receiving), fingering, handjob, multiple rounds and positions, dirty talk, rough sex, choking (don't do this), unprotected sex (definitely don't do this), brat taming (on the dl).
note: this is the filthiest most insane thing I've ever written. I hope you guys enjoy lol. the part two no one asked for lol. also you don't really have to read the first part, this can be a standalone.
“are you ready yet?” harry calls to you from the living room.
“almost! get your shoes on, i’ll be out in a minute.” you answer from the bathroom, adding the final touches to your hair. you leave the bathroom, turning the light off and shutting the door. you move through the apartment, grabbing your purse and grabbing your shoes.
“are you wearing that dress for me?” he asks, chuckling. it had been a few months since you’d slept with chris. you’d seen him since, but nothing else had happened. you had been more than satisfied with harry, i mean who wouldn’t be?
“you’re hilarious.” you roll your eyes at him. you were going to a club tonight rather than the pub. some of harry’s friends decided that they wanted to go dancing.
“just making sure.” he holds his hands up in defence. he opens the door for you and you make your way downstairs to the car that waited for you.
you get the club, and make your way through security. harry takes your hand, dragging you to where his friends usually sit. there’s a booth of people and you recognize chris immediately. he gives you a wink, and you can tell he’s been drinking.
you and harry had pregamed, but you weren’t quite drunk enough to fully dance yet. harry goes to buy you a drink as you sit down. you end up next to arthur, another guy from jersey.
“hi arthur! how’ve you been?” you ask him, you have to yell over the music.
“i’ve been alright.” he responds, hand curled around his drink. you notice how his biceps look in his shirt and how the veins in his hands look as he grips the glass. you get a delicious idea. you’ve never been to jersey, but there’s no reason why jersey can’t come to you.
you pound back the shot harry brings you. and get up to dance. you offer arthur your hand.
“let’s dance!” you make eye contact. he looks a bit nervous, but how could he say no to you. he nods, finishing his drink and leaving the glass on the table.
he takes your hand and you lead him onto the dance floor. it starts out tame. he moves across from you. then you get closer, bodies occasionally touching.
his face is red as he watches you dance in front of him. chris had told him about what happened with you, but he didn’t want to push his luck.
eventually, you guide his hands to your waist and he allows himself to leave them there. moving with you.
you leave it like that for a couple of songs, but you have a trick up your sleeve.
you turn around, pressing your ass to his crotch.
he looks visibly surprised, not that you can see, but he goes with it. his hands not leaving your waist. you start to grind on him, moving to the beat of the music.
you’ve got a front row seat and i- i got a taste of the glamorous life
your eyes search for harry, and you spot him across the room. you can’t tell what he’s thinking. you’ve give him a smile and fuck me eyes, teasing him.
“i heard about what you did with chris.” arthur says in your ear, tearing you away from harry. you turn back around to face him. arms around his neck.
“oh did you?” your cheeks touching. “and what do you think about that?” you provoke, hands moving to his chest.
“i’m not sure.” he says, clearly nervous, cheeks flushing red.
“well i think i might have to teach chris a lesson about kissing and telling. what about you arthur, do you kiss and tell?” you look into his eyes seductively.
“oh, i-“ he’s flustered.
“think about it.” you give him a wink and leave him there in the dance floor. you head for outside, making your way to the balcony. once you get out there, you pull out your pack of cigarettes, taking one out, you put it in your mouth, and ask the closest guy to you for a light. you’re surprised to see its chris.
“why would i have a light?” he asks, cackling.
“why are you even out here if you don’t smoke?”you fish your lighter out of your bag, rolling your eyes.
“you know you shouldn’t do that, it’s bad for you.” he says after you light it and take a long drag. he completely ignores your question.
“thanks dr chris.” you’d try to quit, but you couldn’t help it when you went out.
“i saw you out there with arthur, i don’t know if harry’s happy about that.” chris eyes you up.
“well i guess we’ll find out,” you comment, noticing that harry is walking towards you.
“so what was that?” he asks, taking the cigarette from your hand, and taking a drag.
“thought you might like it. i know you like to watch.” you take the cigarette back.
“you’ve been a bad girl. and to think, i was even going to let you have chris again tonight.” he adds, looking at you in faux disgust.
“oh please. you’ll let me have chris anyway. and i bet you’d let me have arthur too if i wanted to.” at that moment arthur comes up behind harry, joining your conversation.
“what?” arthur exclaims.
“well i wouldn’t say no.” chris says, smirking at you.
“you’re such a slut.” harry says looking at you. you finished your cigarette at this point. dropping it to the ground and stomping it out.
“and what does that make you? surely you’re a cuck then because you love it so much.” the look on his face is priceless. it makes you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.
“let’s go.” harry starts. “i can’t be responsible for what i’m going to do to you if we stay here any longer.” he takes your hand, taking you back through the club.
chris goes to follow and arthur doesn’t know what to do.
“are you coming?” chris asks. and against his better judgment, arthur nods, following him out.
the four of you wait for the car to arrive and harry’s arm is slung around your shoulder.
“i can’t believe i’ve agreed to this.” arthur says to chris, staring at his shoes.
“you should consider it a privilege mate. she’s amazing.” chris responds and the car pulls up. harry sits in the front, and your squeezed between arthur and chris in the back.
harry tells the driver where to go, and looks back at you, winking.
chris puts his hand on your thigh dangerously close to your groin.
arthur isn’t sure what to do, hands fidgeting in his lap.
“you can touch me.” you whisper in his ear. his hand finds its way to your knee, not wanting to go any further. at least not yet.
“same rules as last time?” chris asks in your ear, referring to wanting both men inside of you.
“why would i have it any other way?” you say back, smiling at him.
by the time you reach the flat, arthur has let his hand climb a bit higher, in the middle of your thigh, and chris’s is essentially ghosting over your clothed pussy. harry pays the driver and the three of you get out. walking to the door. you are harry lead the way to your home.
the four of you get inside and chris is instantly all over you again.
“why don’t you dance with me like that?” he asks, in between kisses, hands on your waist.
“woah chris, slow down.” harry says, looking at the two of you. arthur looks like he’s about to combust. “let give your new comer a chance.”
“would you like to kiss me?” you look up at arthur. and he starts to move towards you.
he claims your lips with his, hands moving down your body.
chris is already walking towards the bedroom, eager to get started.
you grab arthur’s shirt and drag him into the bedroom, following chris. he goes willingly, not wanting to take his lips away from yours. harry follows behind the two of you, placing a harsh smack on your ass.
“if you want to act like a slut, we're gonna treat you like one.” harry says, sitting down in his chair. “take her dress off arthur.” he directs.
arthur complies happily, dragging the fabric down you’re body. you’re completely naked underneath, and arthur gasps.
“you’re so dirty.” chris says, watching from the other side of the room. you bite your lip.
“get her ready arthur. she’s still so tight for such a massive whore. i want her to take you well.” harry says. arms crossed over his chest.
you lie down of the bed, and arthur finds his way in between your legs, tasting you experimentally. you respond well, keening.
“shut her up chris.” harry says as arthur continues to eat you out.
chris takes his shirt off, trousers and pants following quickly. he climbs onto the bed, over top of you. he puts two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them. you look up at him and then at his hard cock.
he pumps the shaft a few times and lines up with your face. he hits it against your cheek before putting it in your mouth. fully fucking your face.
you start gagging, tears forming in your eyes.
arthur is still in between your thighs, sucking on your clit. he adds a finger into you, finding you to be soaking wet. his finger slides in and out so easily, he adds another.
harry watches on as the boys from jersey have their way with you. he loved seeing you dominated like this. chris in your mouth and arthur at your cunt, he’d never seen anything better.
“fuck.” chris starts groaning. “i’m gonna cum.” his hand is on your throat. he’s not adding pressure, it’s just there.
he buries his cock in you over and over again, his pace relentless, chasing his high. you can feel yourself getting close too, arthur is treating you so well.
chris finishes down your throat and you swallow it all. he touches your cheek with his cock again and you lick your lips, making sure you don’t have any of his cum left on your face.
arthur picks up the pace, fingers curling into you. you let out a breathy moan. chris gets off of you and you see harry watching, a smirk on his face. you come undone on arthur, harry's look putting you over the edge.
“such a good slut, letting chris fuck that pretty mouth, and cumming on arthur’s tongue and fingers.” harry says and your cheeks flush with pride. “alright arthur. do you wanna see how she feels?” he continues.
“uh… yes. please?” he says unsure what to do in this situation, he’d never participated a foursome before.
“go on then, she wants you.” harry nods towards you, signalling for him to start.
arthur gets undressed, leaving him stark naked. this is when you remember chris, he’s also naked, arms crossed, ready for the show.
arthur makes his way between your legs. he lines himself up and pushes in slowly, not wanting to hurry. you moan at the contact, happy to have something other than his fingers inside of you.
his thrusts are slow and intentional. one hand on your hip, the other toying with your nipple. he rocks against you, it seems like he’s getting deeper with every motion.
“mmm arthur.” you whine as he hits your g spot yet again.
“you take it so well.” harry observes. “what a show you’re putting on for me and chris? right love?” he continues, watching arthur fuck you.
you nod, unable to for coherent sentences. arthur kisses your neck, continuing to make a mess of you. hips snapping.
“god she looks so cute all fucked out.” chris comments. so immersed in the scene before him. he’s almost forgotten he’s completely naked in front of two of his best mates.
“right there.” you whimper. close to reaching your second climax.
“wow you feel amazing.” arthur says, his thrusts getting more and more sloppy as he gets closer. “so wet.” he continues, and you clench down, its just enough to send him over the edge and he finishes inside of you.
you cum around his cock, shaking underneath him. arthur fucks you through it, releasing all of his semen inside of you.
he removes himself from you, hair slightly damp with sweat.
“shit. that was…” arthur trails off. unsure what to say.
“good job mate,” harry claps him on the back. “go ahead chris.” he continues. looking over to the other man. chris stands up and arthur takes his place.
“get your ass up for me baby girl.” chris says, positioning himself behind you. you comply, turning onto all fours.
he lines himself up behind you and pushes into your already abused cunt, stretching it around his thick cock.
he lands a harsh smack onto your ass, admiring the way it moves. you let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back into your head.
you don’t even notice harry getting up, coming towards you.
he smacks your face, and grabs your chin. “such a whore. you’re lucky your so hot.” he says, pushing his thumb into your mouth.
“nah i wanna hear her.” chris says. “she sounds so beautiful.” he’s groaning at the way you’re squeezing him, cock deep inside of you.
“fine.” harry concedes. removing his thumb. he wraps his hand around your neck, giving a light squeeze. “let stop the thoughts from getting into that pretty head. hm?”
you let out a strangled whimper. the feeling increasing your pleasure. chris lands another harsh smack onto your ass, leaving a red handprint. one hand on your hip, the other now moving around to trace your clit.
a string of moans leaves your mouth, unable to stop. harry slaps your cheek again. you smile at him, biting your lip.
“holy shit you’re such a slut.” harry says, admiring the way you're taking chris.
arthur is sitting off to the side, completely shocked by your behaviour. he never would have thought you’d be into this, just by looking at you.
“you gonna cum on chris?” harry taunts, grabbing your hair in his fist. he nods your head for you, hand grasping your hair.
you push back to meet chris half way and he finishes inside your soaking cunt. you’re not far behind him, a harsh grab to your ass making you lose it.
as soon as chris pulls out, harry’s on you. manhandling you so that you’re on your back again.
“arthur, keep her entertained for a minute, will you mate?” harry says as he goes to take his clothes off. arthur gets up and comes over to you. moving to go between your thighs again.
“no she doesn’t deserve that.” harry says, shrugging of his top. “let her jerk you off.” he says. moving to undo his belt. arthur kneels beside you and you spit on your palm, taking him in your hand.
harry finally finishes getting undressed and he climbs on top of you.
“i don’t think you’re as tried as look. a whore like you can go for at least four more rounds.” he says. looking at your sweaty body. “get on top of me. but don’t stop with arthur.” he directs.
you sit up and harry gets underneath you. you straddle his lap. you guide him into your abused cunt, sinking onto him, hand still working on arthur.
you ride him faster, your unused hand on harry’s chest for stability.
“chris mate, do you want to go again?” harry asks. and chris nods. harry repositions you so that you’re in reverse cowgirl.
“arthur, she wants you in your mouth mate.” harry starts. “chris you can have her hand.” he’s being very forward.
arthur kneels in front of your face, and you take him in your mouth. you also take chris in your hand, servicing all three men at the same time. harry fucks you underneath, thrusting into you.
tears well in your eyes again and one drips down your face. arthur wipes it with his thumb.
“are you ok?” he asks softly, as you continue to suck him off. you nod.
“mate this isn’t even half as bad as some of the stuff she begs me to do.” harry tells him. “don’t worry about her. she’s gets off on it, don’t you princess?” he asks, still thrusting into you. you nod again, gagging around arthur’s cock.
“love being used by us.” harry continues, grabbing your ass.
arthur groans, and you know he’s close. your tongue swirls around him and he comes undone, finishing down your throat. he puts the hair that’s falling in your face behind your ear once he’s stopped, planting a kiss on your forehead.
chris is next, cumming all over your hand and his thighs. you bring your hand to your mouth, swallowing his cum for the second time tonight.
“arthur, can you feel her up for me please. she deserves to cum again after that.” harry says, still thrusting into you.
you start to ride harry again, your attention returning to him. arthur’s thumb circles your clit and chris attaches his mouth to your nipple.
all of the sensations overwhelm you and you cum all over harry’s cock. he keeps pushing into you, finally finishing deep inside of you. painting your walls with ropes of cum for the third time in the evening.
chris and arthur help you get off of harry, your overused cunt leaking cum.
harry gets up to find a towel. he cleans you up first, then chris, then arthur, and finally himself.
your spent body lies down in the middle of the king bed and harry and chris both lie beside you.
arthur doesn’t know what to do. he decides to lie down next to chris. he thinks to himself that you all had sex together, he might as well sleep with you too.
you fall asleep almost instantly, curled up into harry.
what you’ll do with the other two island boys in your bed is a decision for tomorrow.
summary: all the times Will has teased you and the one time you tease him back | Will x fem! reader
notes: finally a will fic!
content: will being a tease, but it's mostly fluff
The first time you realise Will might be doing it on purpose is in the stupidest way possible.
It’s a filming day for a group video, chaotic, loud, full of half-shouted jokes, and camera batteries dying every twelve minutes. You’re sitting on the sofa scrolling through shot notes when Will crosses the room, sunglasses pushed into his hair, sleeves shoved up his arms.
He drops down beside you. Too close.
Not, oh, we accidentally sat near each other close.
Deliberate close.
His thigh bumps yours. He doesn’t move it away.
You glance up, brows raising.
He smirks.
“Hope you’re taking notes on how great I look today,” he says, stretching his arms behind the sofa in that way that is not normal human posture. His bicep flexes next to your face.
You scoff, pretending to recheck your notes.
“I’d need a whole new notebook for the ego alone.”
He grins like you walked right into it.
“Better order one now, then, yeah?”
He doesn’t look away when he says it, not even a flicker, just holds your gaze. All smug and unbothered, until you are the first to break eye contact.
That’s the moment you realise:
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
The second time is worse.
You’re both in the kitchen during a break, everyone else outside. You’re leaning over the counter, reading off the filming schedule, hair falling forward, when he slips behind you – no hesitation – hands on your waist as he reaches around for a mug.
Not a casual brush.
Smooth, confident, intentional.
“Excuse me, love,” he murmurs, low enough that you feel it more than hear it.
Your brain short-circuits.
He doesn’t even immediately move away. He just lingers behind you for a heartbeat, like he’s checking what reaction he gets… and based on the tiny smirk when you turn, he’s definitely happy with what he got.
“You could’ve just asked me to hand you the mug,” you mutter.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He taps the counter twice, like he’s signing off a point he just won, and strolls out, whistling as he goes.
You stand there a full ten seconds after he’s gone, staring at nothing.
It becomes a consistent thing from then on.
Car rides together mean his hand resting on the back of your seat, thumb brushing your shoulder.
Filming days mean sitting next to you whenever possible - legs angled toward you, attention pulled like static.
You complain out loud once, jokingly, that he’s doing it on purpose.
He looks you dead in the eyes and says, “What if I am?”
Like it’s nothing.
Like he enjoys watching you malfunction.
You don’t admit to yourself how much you enjoy it back.
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By the time anyone else notices, you’ve already lost the internal war of pretending you don’t like it.
It starts during a group hangout. Everyone’s at Freezy’s, drinks in hand, music low and chill. You’re sitting cross-legged on the rug, scrolling through your phone, when Will drops down behind you on the sofa – close enough that his knee nudges your back.
He doesn’t say hi.
He just starts absently playing with the ends of your hair.
Like it’s his.
Tobi walks past, glances between you two, and lets out the most judgmental ohhhhh okay face you’ve ever seen. You glare at him, but he just smirks like he’s watching the best slow-burn show of his life.
Will?
Completely unfazed.
Probably aware.
Definitely entertained.
The next one is somehow worse – because he doesn’t even look at you when he does it.
You’re standing outside mid-shoot, it’s cold, and you’re hugging yourself for warmth. His jacket isn’t even offered; he just steps up beside you, slips an arm around your shoulders, and keeps talking to Chris like nothing changed.
No “hey, are you cold?”
No “you okay?”
Just:
Arm. Around. You
You try not to lean into him. You fail miserably within twenty seconds.
Chris clocks it, glances at you, then at Will, then back at you with a smirk that absolutely says oooooh so THAT’S happening.
Will catches the look, raises one eyebrow like and What about it, and doesn’t move his arm.
You spend the rest of the afternoon pretending your cheeks are red from the cold.
Then comes the moment that almost breaks him.
You’re both waiting for an uber after another shoot. Everyone else already gone. It’s quiet, streetlights painting the pavement gold, everything gentle and quiet.
You laugh at something he says – a soft one, small and real.
He looks at you differently.
Not smug.
Not teasing.
Warm.
And for a second, he looks like he might say something honest. He shifts slightly towards you-
Your Uber pulls up.
The moment breaks.
And he covers it with a smirk like he didn’t just nearly confess on a pavement at 1 AM.
“Don’t miss me too much,” he says as you climb in.
You roll your eyes.
You don’t say “I already do.
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By the time the sidemen party rolls around, you are doomed.
You don’t even know what they’re celebrating anymore. Some subscriber milestone, brand deal, who knows, because the second you see Will walk in, shirt slightly undone, sleeves rolled up, grin arrogant-
You know this night is going to kill you.
He finds you within ten minutes.
Not by accident.
Not even remotely.
Leans one hand on the wall next to you; crowd loud behind you, bass rumbling through the floor, soft amber lights catching in his eyes like he knows every cheat code to make you squirm.
“You clean up well,” he says, gaze travelling, not subtly, from your shoes up to your mouth.
“You’re unbearable,” you shoot back, mostly to keep the blush from showing on your face.
“Yeah?” He leans in a fraction closer.
“And yet here you are, still choosing to stand next to me.”
You hate that he’s right.
You hate more that you’re smiling.
At some point, Talia walks by and mutters to Lux, “They just need to fuck each other at this point,” and you both pretend not to hear.
You need a drink.
Or several.
Because somewhere between the first teasing comment and the way he brushes against your lower back when guiding you through the crowd, you realise you may combust before midnight.
And Will?
He’s in his absolute element.
Smug. Lounging with confidence like he was born in it.
Hands always finding you – steering, steadying, touching.
He’s been winning this game for weeks.
And he has no idea you’re about to change the rules.
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A few more drinks, more teasing, more of him leaning down to talk close to your ear because “too loud in here, love.”
Hand on your waist again.
Thumb brushing back and forth like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.
Except he does.
Of course he does.
Half the room knows he’s shameless.
What he doesn’t know is that you’ve hit your limit of being the flustered one.
When you and a few others drift toward a corner booth, he naturally takes a seat at the end, long legs stretched, looking like he owns the place. You slide in beside him-
-but then the booth fills up more quickly than expected: Tobi, Lux, Faith, Ethan – everyone shuffled around, and by the time everyone’s settled, there’s one solution if you want to stay seated:
his lap
He glances up at you, slow, lazy, confident,
“You can sit here if you want,” he says, like he hasn’t been mentally devouring you with his eyes all night.
He thinks you’ll hesitate.
Or blush.
Or derail.
You don’t
You swing a leg over and sit down – fully committed, easy, casual, like you’ve done it a hundred times.
Will stops breathing.
You feel his chest going still under you, one blink too slow, his hand instinctively catching your waist like he needs to steady himself, not you.
You don’t look at him at first.
You just fix your dress, place your hands neatly on the table, and keep chatting with Tobi across the table.
Unbothered.
Untouched.
Checkmate.
It takes him a solid five seconds before he gets his composure back – five seconds where everyone at the booth is silently enjoying the fact that Will Lenney has finally been flustered into silence.
Then you hear him exhale quietly, and a soft laugh under his breath.
His hand settles again on your waist.
Not tentative now. Secure, anchored.
He leans in, voice low enough that only you hear:
“Alright… so that’s how we’re playing tonight.”
You don’t look at him. That’s part of the victory.
“Something wrong?”
“Oh, not at all,” he murmurs, recovering too well for your sanity, “just wasn’t expecting you to finally admit you like sitting on me this much.”
Your pulse spikes.
The man is evil.
You tilt your head slightly, finally meeting his eyes. Deliberately unimpressed.
“Maybe I just needed a seat.”
His mouth curves, his slow, lethal confidence flooding back.
“Feel free to keep it,” he says, thumb pressing lightly into your hip, “I’m not planning on letting you get up anyway.”
The worst part?
You don’t want to.
The conversation with the group carries on around you, but the real conversation is silent. Pulsing through the flex of his hand on your waist, your thigh resting against his, the warmth of him everywhere.
Eventually, the others trail off towards the bar, leaving just the two of you in the booth. The music is loud, but not loud enough to drown the shift in the air.
He tilts his head, studying you with that lazy half-smile. The one he uses right before a punchline.
“See,” he says quietly, “all this time you thought I was the one being a tease.”
You raise a brow.
“Pretty sure you were.”
His eyes darken. Warm but not heavy, with more honesty than he’s ever allowed to surface on purpose.
“Nah,” he says softly, fingers brushing your waist again.
“I was just waiting for you to notice.”
It’s not a confession
But it's not not one.
You don’t look away this time
A tiny smile pulls at your lips as you lean forward, close enough that your nose nearly brushes his.
“Consider me noticed then.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh, real and unguarded, before his forehead gently meets yours.
For once, he’s the flustered one, not you.
And he loves it.
Because this time, finally, he isn’t the only one accepting the pull you have towards each other.
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