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this look. that’s all i’m going to say.
clingy bf!clay x gf!reader | word count: 421
warnings: none // fluff
a/n: rewatched awake recently and i’m obsessed with clay beresford all over again. i don’t support billionaires, but when it comes to clay, i’m all his >ᴗ<
CLAYTON BERESFORD was wary of welcoming new characters from his life after the betryayal he faced during heart surgery a few months back. The situation left a void that he thought would be impossible to fill in. Yet, you managed to carve your way to a special place in his heart. When he hired you as his new personal assistant, he made sure to cover an extensive background check regarding your personal life— affairs such as criminal history, what schools you attended growing up, what you majored in, what positions you’d been involved in the past and present, the list goes on. He even considered doing a check on your family and friends, but there was something about you that led him to (mostly) trusting you. What started off as professional relations blossomed into something deeper, something more meaningful, and about year and a half later the both of you have been in a romantic affiliation for a good few months now.
During the past couple months he’s grown pretty attached to you— and by ‘pretty attached’, it means he physically cannot function unless he has some form of interaction with you for a bit. After returning from the usual business meetings and whatnot, he’ll sneak up on you while you’re attending to your own duties by enveloping your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck. “God, baby, I missed you so much,” he’ll whimper while burying his face in the smoothness of your skin. “Clay, we talked during lunch break two hours ago.” you’d chuckle at his demeanor, earning another whining from him. “Two hours is hellish. I need you stuck to me every minute.”
He loves to spoil you with gifts despite your insistence on not having the need for such fancies, but he’s too stubborn. Nonetheless you greatly appreciate each and every one and in return you spoil him with physical affection, mostly tight hugs. When it’s your time to break apart, he’ll squeeze you further and pull you firm to his chest— “not yet,” he leans in and mutters in your ear, then gives the tip a little peck.
Then, at night, he showers you with all the cuddles and kisses he can give. At times he’ll bury your face in his chest while you run your hands through his golden blond curls. “Promise you won’t leave me? Won’t betray me like the others did?” he’ll ask, to which you’ll always reaffirm him with “I’d never dream of letting you go, baby.” Which, had zero lies to it.
— crossposted on ao3
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dividers by @chrisssiren
waking up next to CLAYTON BERESFORD was euphoric. every sound sounded like a melody. the rustle of the linen sheets as you turned over, your body soft and warm and bare next to his. the steady breaths that left his mouth whispering to you like the most holiest of hymns. everything about this man was so incredibly perfect, like he was crafted by the angels of love themselves and sent to you, wrapped with a bow and woven with tenderness and affection.
rays of sunlight came through the half drawn curtains and shone on his sandy blonde hair, creating a halo effect. fitting, you thought, after all, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.
“honey?” his sleepy voice calls, hands grabbing at your waist to pull you on top of his chest. “don’t go..” he murmurs, smooshing his face into the crook of your neck. “i don’t like it when you leave so early.”
“baby, i’m not leaving. i’m getting you coffee.” a laugh bubbles up in your chest, but it’s too early to make him pouty. begrudgingly, he lets go of you, almost whining when you slip back into some form of clothes and pad into his kitchen. now he just lays there, missing the warmth of your body next to his.
memories from last night rush into his still sleep-ridden mind. the way your delicate hands felt in his hair, the sensation of your legs wrapping around his waist. he longed for every touch back. he yearned for another taste of the sweet honey that was yours. he ran a hand through his sandy curls and sighed, a smile playing on his gentle lips.
once you returned with two coffee mugs, displaying the names ‘mr’ and ‘mrs’, he was on you. lips found your neck, pressing slow kisses along the side of your throat. “clay, what are you..” you giggle, the onslaught of kisses taking you by surprise. his legs wrapped around you and he climbed half of top of you, kissing your face and then your lips.
kissing him was a tender thing filled with passion and fire. his hands roamed your back, squeezing your hips or any skin he could find. fingertips grazed your chest, sending sparks down your spine. “i love you, baby. i love you, i love you, i love you.” he spoke between kisses.
“clay!” you managed to squeak before his hands took your (his?) shirt off, slipping it up and off of your frame. “shh, i’ll be gentle.” he whispers like a prayer, smooching down your body. your protests die as he finally settles in between your legs, looking at you like you were the only girl.
“let me love you.”
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏 𝐢𝐧 𝐕, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝐳𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐳𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!) 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐡! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲💗
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“You are not serious right now.” You giggled as he moved on top of you, still inside of you. “Clayton.” You warned as he pressed his pelvis right against yours, slightly rocking the bed against the wall.
“Your mother will hear.” You gasped slightly as he hit a deep spot inside of you. “Clay.”
He didn’t respond. The only thing that he did was softly place his thumb on your clit to rub gentle slow circles against your bundle of nerves.
You heard the constant rocking of the bed against the wall, the concern inside of you growing with the pleasure that was building up in your lower stomach.
Lilith could walk upstairs any time she would like and there would be your good girl reputation laying in front of her legs.
“Clay.” You whined this time as he brought your hips closer to his while laying down his torso on top of yours, holding himself up by his hands.
“That’s it, Darling.” He said while speeding his movements up, making you moan into his mouth and grasp at his back.
You let out a cry, harder this time as you tried burying your face in his shoulder.
“Clayton is everything alright?” You heard Lilith’s voice echoing through the hall.
The sweat fell from your forehead down onto his skin from the sudden shock that earnt your ears.
“Yes mother, don’t worry about it.” He replied casually as if he wasn’t just railing you on his bed.
“Stop.” You whispered as you heard her heels tapping against the tile that was set down in the corridor coming closer. “Please.” Your fingers squeezed his shoulders, but Clay smirked at you and lifted your hips up with his, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your bottom.
He then grabbed both of your thighs and lifted your legs up into the air, holding both of your ankles with his left hand.
“You sure? I heard panting. Did you take your pills this morning before work?”
“Yes. Don’t worry.” He responded while slowly sliding out of you but keeping his head in.
“Clay, I don't want you sick in this house.” Lilith’s voice showed concern as you were trying to keep your breaths steady.
“I’m completely and utterly healthy.” He started while slamming his entire length back into you.
You had to squeeze your eyes shut if you wanted to really stay quiet.
He slid out again.
“No.” You mouthed as if he could hear you.
“Don’t worry mom. Now I would need to finish one of my projects.” He said while you rolled your eyes, feeling him slam back into you.
A soft moan left your mouth and you immediately hid your mouth with one of your hands.
“Okay. I’m going to Brooklyn with Stephanie. Please make dinner until I get home.” Lilith said before you heard her heels clapping against the tile, distancing themselves from his room.
Clay smirked at you before slamming himself back again and letting your ankles go, laying himself on top of your torso as he kept his pace.
“Come on Sweetheart give it to me.” He said while you arched your back the moment he hit that deep spot inside of you.
“Clay.” You moaned. “Wait until she leaves.” You gasped and grabbed his shoulders again, your finely manicured nails pressing into his skin.
“I want to feel you now.” He said while his hand ran down on your stomach.
“Don’t..” You gasped when you couldn’t form your sentence because of his fingers circling slowly around your clit.
Clay heard the door being shut as his mother left the house, making him speed up his movements while you were panting under him, writhing and moaning his name.
“Come.” He whispered while aligning his face with yours. He pressed his lips against yours once again before your hands slid down on his biceps, squeezing the muscle hard as you eased up around him.
“That’s it.” He praised as you felt the fire pool down to your middle, the bubble of pure pleasure exploding inside of you as you threw your head back in ecstasy.
“Y/N look at me.” He commanded as you tilted your head to look at his face, wanting to just kiss him and lay with him like this for the rest of your lifes.
You felt him easing up inside of you, sighing once you felt him coming. You then wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips before rolling you over.
“Hey.” You said while grinning down at him.
He smiled.
“Hey pretty girl.” His hand stroked your back as you kept smiling at him.
You laid your head down on his naked chest as he pulled the covers over you, kissing the top of your head.
He nuzzled his nose into your head while you listened to the soft beats of his heart rate.
“I love you.” He murmured while hugging and pulling you closer.
“I love you more.” You said while smiling into his chest.
“Not possible.”
Make them wait
Clayton Beresford x fiancée!reader
Warnings: SMUT, slight Exhibitionism ig, pussy eating, Munch Clay™
You giggle fallowing Clayton to the grand staircase slightly out of sight from your guests. You where hosting a party for a charity unit your soon to be husband Clay pulled you away with a devilishly handsome grin. He doesn't even get you half way up the stairs when he has your dress hiked up.
"Someone's eager today." You tease him. His hands grip your exposed thighs, spreading them wider. Without another word He kneels between them, running his nose up your inner thigh.
Too Sweet (Clay x FemReader)
Summary: You'd do anything to make Clay happy, to be with him the rest of your life. Let him own, use. Even put a baby in you, if that’s what it takes.
Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Mission, slight baby trapping, manipulative/possessive Clay, and… his thick, long dick.
Notes: Follow Up Fic: Sweet Treat! 🧡🖤
CLAYTON BERESFORD sitting in Victoria secret changing room, watching us put a lingerie on we chose (but he's not looking with lust but more in admiration and true, pure love cus I'm tired of ppl chosing lust over pure feelings) and helps us with the corset and he's just can't help himself and kisses our exposed back and shoulder :((((
—❝endlessly tender❞
clayton beresford x reader
tw ; nothing, just pure fluff
a/n ; kay so bunny i was literally prancing around my room when i got this cause my LORD it lowkey saved me from my horrible writers block 😭😭 BUT YAH I HAD A LOT OF FUN MAKING THIS SOOOO ENJOY, ANGELS <33
THE LIGHTING IN THE VICTORIA’S SECRET CHANGING ROOM WAS SOFT AND WARM. It casted a gentle glow over the blush-pink walls and mirrored surfaces. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and roses, and the world outside the door seemed to blur into insignificance.
Clayton sat on the plush velvet sofa in the corner of the small room, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his posture relaxed but his gaze attentive. He—being the businessman he is—negotiated with the saleslady at the front desk to let you two have the changing room to yourselves for only an hour.
You stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the delicate fabric of the lingerie set you’d chosen. The soft lace hugged your body, the light catching on the intricate patterns as you turned slightly to examine yourself. Behind you, Clayton sat quietly, his hands resting in his lap, his head tilted ever so slightly as he watched you.
But it wasn’t a watchful gaze born of lust or desire—it was something far deeper, far gentler. His blue eyes glimmered with admiration, and the faintest of smiles tugged at his lips as if he were seeing a masterpiece come to life.
“Clay,” you murmured a little teasingly, turning to look at him over your shoulder, your cheeks warming under the weight of his soft, unwavering gaze. “You’re staring.” You giggled, your lips curving up.
“I know,” he replied simply, his voice low and warm, like a comforting embrace. “I can’t help it. You’re…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly as if searching for the right words. “You’re breathtaking.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, though your heart bloomed at his words. “It’s just a corset. Nothing groundbreaking.”
“Not to me,” he said softly, standing up and stepping toward you. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, as though he wanted to savor every second.
You turned back toward the mirror, tugging at one of the laces of the corset, but your fingers fumbled. Before you could try again, you felt his hands gently brush yours aside. “Let me,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
His fingers worked carefully, tugging the ribbons into place and fastening them with precision, his touch warm and steady against your skin. The moment felt so intimate, so tender, that you barely dared to breathe. His presence was grounding, his every move filled with a quiet reverence that made you feel cherished in a way words could never express.
When he finished, his hands lingered for a moment, his fingertips brushing lightly over the exposed skin of your back. You looked up at him through the mirror, your gaze meeting his, and the softness in his eyes made your heart ache.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He then leaned down, pressing a featherlight kiss to your bare shoulder. The warmth of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and when he shifted slightly to kiss the curve of your back, your breath hitched. There was nothing urgent about his actions—just love, unfiltered and pure, poured into every soft touch and lingering glance.
You turned around to face him, and his hands instinctively rested on your waist. “Clay,” you whispered, your voice trembling just enough to betray how deeply he’d affected you.
He smiled, that soft, boyish smile that never failed to make your heart flutter. “I’m sorry,” he said, though there wasn’t an ounce of regret in his tone. “I couldn’t help myself.”
Your hands found their way to his face, your fingers brushing against his jawline as you looked up at him. “Don’t apologize,” you said, your voice just as soft. “I love you for it.”
His eyes softened further, and for a moment, he just looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth looking at. Then, slowly, he leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, his arms wrapping around you as though he wanted to shield you from the world.
“You’re everything to me,” he murmured, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.
The words settled between you, warm and gentle, and you smiled, your heart so full it felt like it might burst. “And you’re everything to me, Clayton.”
For a moment, the two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading into irrelevance. The lace and silk, the blush-pink walls, even the mirrored reflections—all of it was secondary to the warmth and love that radiated between you.
In his arms, you felt beautiful, adored, and utterly safe. In that quiet little room, under the soft glow of the lights, you knew without a doubt that this kind of love—pure, unwavering, and endlessly tender—was the rarest and most precious thing in the galaxy.
And as his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer once more, you realized there was nowhere else in the universe you’d rather be.
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