Concept where Gwilym finds out that Ben has been flirting with you (his girlfriend - which you did nothing about because you were oblivious as you and Ben are good friends) and he fights with Ben but is still too wounded up and so takes you home where he shows you just how angry and protective he is (smut) thanks
Oops, I got carried away again, enjoy! All under the cut ‘cause smut (18+ only)
Gwilym is eyeing you the whole evening. Leaning against a bar with a bottle of beer in his hand, he watches you intently as you swirl around Ben, both of you out of breath as you dance like crazy on the dance floor.
It’s been a while since the guys had a get together, but finally, you all managed to find some free time in your crazy schedules to meet and go out for drinks. You opted for a nice cocktail dress, relishing in the way the purple silk hugged your curves. Gwil chose a classic; dark trousers and jacket with a pristine white shirt, letting a few buttons open to show a patch of skin and hair on his chest. You gulped audibly when you saw him and he gave you a knowing smirk.
But then you finally met with the guys and you were so excited to see them again that you shifted your focus on them, asking them about their families, friends, dogs, and new exciting projects. Eventually, you ended up in a local bar and when you heard the first notes of your favourite song, probably some 2000′s bop, you changed a delighted look with Ben as you leaped onto the dance floor.
Now you’re dancing, giving everything you can into your moves. Jumping about, twirling, sometimes accidentally bumping into other dancers. You sing the songs at the top of your lungs and laugh every time it’s clear as day that you actually don’t know the lyrics and you’re making the words up. And when you hear The Time Of Your Life, you immediately get into the position to do the fingers-running-down-your-inner-arm move, never being those who would waste such an opportunity.
But a pair of eyes don’t miss the way you hide your smile into Ben’s shoulder when his fingers tickle your sensitive skin. He twirls you and pulls you to him, swaying with you in a tight embrace, every now and then whispering something into your ear. He’s gossiping about the other dancers but your boyfriend can’t hear him. Gwilym’s grip on the glass bottle tightens and his knuckles go white.
You and Ben return back to the bar, both of you panting hard as you try to catch your breath, and Gwil’s eyes dart to the hand that Ben’s placed on your lower back.
“A cab is waiting for us, come on,” he announces, his words stinging as frostbites. Without another word, he turns on his heel, slamming the bottle on the bar countertop with a loud bang, and storms off.
You slowly turn to Ben. “I have no idea what’s gotten into him, but I’ll rather go and see if he’s okay.” You don’t like it. You don’t like it at all. No, you positively hate it, but you can’t tell why he’s being so angry.
“Sure, I’ll tell the others. See you tomorrow.” Ben wraps you in a tight goodbye embrace and you exit the bar. You find the cab parked at the curb waiting for you with Gwilym inside. You get inside and it pulls away. Gwil must have already given the driver your address as he remains silent. Speaking of the man seated next to you, he pays you no attention, not batting an eyelash as he looks straight out of the window at a London night.
“Care to tell me what’s happened?” you ask, annoyance apparent in your voice. But there’s no response. So that’s how it is going to be? With Gwil giving you the silent treatment? Well, two can play the game. Huffing, you turn to the car window on your side and stare out mindlessly, not caring a hang about your surroundings as the cab flies through the City. All you are painfully aware of is the abyss that has formed between you, punctuated by the distance put between your bodies settled on the car seats, the black leather resembling the darkness of a chasm.
Gwilym pays the driver when you reach your destination and gets out of the car in silence. You follow him, your back slouched as you drag your feet, since you have no desire to spend the rest of your night with this sulking stranger. It’s not like him at all!
He’s left the door open for you and you enter the front hall. As you close it, you hear keys rattling in a key bowl.
“What was he whispering to you?” he asks angrily out of sudden.
“Ah, now you’re talking,” you respond dryly and take off your shoes, happy to get rid of the high heels.
“Answer the question.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say earnestly, his behaviour still confusing the hell out of you.
“Ben. I’m talking about Ben. I saw you. He was whispering something to you when you were dancing. Although, I’m not sure you can call whatever you were doing on the dance floor as dancing.” He almost spits out the last words and the venom in his voice startles you. You can hear blood boiling in your ears.
“What? Ben and I are friends!”
“Yeah, really?” He starts slowly walking to you and you move a step back, then another, until your back hits the front door. “You’re so sure? Aren’t you something more than just friends?” He’s right in front of you and you need to raise your eyes to look into his face.
“You’re… jealous?” you ask slowly, and suddenly, it all makes sense. “Oh my God, you are! I can’t believe-”
The rest of your sentence dies in your throat as he presses his lips to yours and kisses you sloppily, biting on your bottom lip every now and then. You slide your tongue against his, and his hands roam all over your body. He grabs your breasts into his palms and pinches your nipples through the thin fabric as you tug at his hair forcefully. He moans into the kiss and deepens it, not allowing you to take a breath.
However, after a moment, he finally breaks the kiss. “Tell me you’re mine,” he says breathlessly and brings his hands down to your thighs, and grasps the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric and hoisting it up to reveal your black lace knickers. He pushes his hand into them and dips a finger in your wetness that has formed there.
“Look at me.” He tilts your chin upwards and stares into your eyes. “Say that you’re mine,” he demands as he drags his finger to your clit, finding it with no problems and circling it with the finger.
“I’m yours,” you grunt out and throw your head back at the sensation when he starts rubbing at your clit harder, absolutely merciless in his actions. Your thighs are trembling and you hold onto his arms for dear life.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, you, only you.” You’re panting hard, squeezing your eyes in pleasure. You can feel his erection pressing into your thigh as he pushes a finger inside you, massaging your walls. You clench around the digit and let out a keen moan.
You bring your hands to his trousers-clad hardness but he swats your fingers away, grabs your wrists and pulls them up above your head, pressing them against the wooden panel of the door. “Naughty girl,” he whispers into your ear. Taking a hold of your wrists with one hand only and pinning them there, he snakes his other hand back into your panties and plunges a middle finger into your heat while his thumb circles your clit. A scream escapes your mouth and you toss your head around.
“Who do you belong to? Say it!”
“You, I belong to you! There’s no one else, God, just you, only you.” You’re turning into an incomprehensible mess, a moaning and gasping mess.
“Say my name,” he growls low in his throat and pushes another finger inside you, pumping them in and out.
“Gwilym!”
“Who’s making you feel this good?” His pace quickens.
“You, Gwil, you do, only you.” Your eyes roll back and knees buckle.
“Yeah, baby girl, are you all wet for me?”
You let out the filthiest moan. “Yes, yes, for you.”
“Can you hear yourself? Can you hear the wet sound your pussy’s making? You know why’s that?”
It’s hard to concentrate on your words, but you do your best. “Because of you. You’re making me feel so good.” The proud look on his face has you mewling in his arms.
“That’s right, baby girl, that’s right. You wanna cum? Wanna cum around my fingers?” He pushes his forehead against yours. With your mouths dropped open, your lips are touching as you share the hot air between you.
“Please, yes, please, please, I want to cum so bad, please.”
He adds pressure to your clit and you shake violently as you finally reach your high, your hips buckling and Gwilym’s finger not leaving your skin as he tries to prolong your orgasm.
After a while, you calm down a bit, still panting hard as your swollen lips remain parted.
Gwilym drops your arm and rubs at them soothingly, helping your blood return to your limbs.
“Are you alright, my love?” he asks with concern.
“Uh-huh,” you nod, your chest heaving with deep breaths.
“Good ‘cause we’re not done yet.” he smirks. “Go to the bedroom, strip, get on the bed, and wait for me on all fours.”