as promised, here is my fiancé!will fic/drabble/thing (was supposed to be a drabble but as always, i got carried away)
fiance!will heavily inspired by @lenneyswhore, so go check her out! x
wc - 2.3k (whoops)
summary: will is, first and foremost, a gentleman. though, after you've said yes to forever with him, it's just a bit hard for him to control himself
warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, pussydrunk willne because yes, overstimulation, references to a future pregnancy? i guess? p in v, unprotected sex (wear a condom pretty please), finger sucking
Your head thumps back onto the expensive hotel sheets as Will all but throws you onto the bed. The impact forces a small giggle out of you, more at yourself than at him. Will just lifts his head to look at you, the corner of his mouth lifting in a tiny smile as he pushes you until you’re further onto the bed, with only your legs hanging off.
‘Don’t laugh, darling. I can still take that back, you know.’ He says, nodding his head towards your hand, which is now pre-emptively balling up the sheets under your fingers. You follow his gaze until it lands on your ring, the one he gave you not an hour ago. It sparkles in the light of the hotel room, showing off each edge and sleek cut of the diamond so painstakingly set into the band. The weight of it is solid, as yet unfamiliar as you wiggle your fingers, marvelling at the way it shimmers and sends beads of light onto the ceiling. You draw your hand up to tuck it protectively against your chest, shaking your head.
‘You wouldn’t dare.’ You reply, and Will huffs out a laugh at the teasing edge in your voice. You’re right, and he knows it. He wouldn’t dream of taking it away from you, not now. Not when you’ve only just promised to be his forever.
In lieu of a response, Will dropped to his knees in front of you, hands automatically going to your feet to undo your shoes. His fingers were warm against your ankle as he carefully undid the straps before sliding off the heel and placing it neatly by the end of the bed. He did the same with the other shoe, giving your feet a quick squeeze to relieve the tension you’d been building in them over the last few hours as he did so. You rest your head against the sheets, looking up at the ceiling above you, a dazed smile on your face as Will took care of you.
‘Well, aren’t you a gentleman.’ You teased, propping yourself up once again. Will just smiled up at you, not even blinking as he unashamedly reached under your dress to thumb at the flimsy lace of your panties. Your cheeks flamed as his gaze turned dark, his fingers pressing more insistently into your hips now, just barely curving over the hem of the fabric. He seemed almost hesitant, glancing up at you and back down at where his hands rested warm under your dress. Waiting, you realised. Waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. A bolt of heat rushed through you at that, settling nice and quickly at your core and adding to the slick you’d already accumulated there throughout the numerous kisses and touches you’d exchanged during his proposal and your subsequent dinner.
You nodded silently, lifting your hips to allow him to drag your panties down to your ankles. His breath caught as you were left bare under your dress, clearing his throat against the sudden dryness he found there. You smiled, looking down at your fiancé.
‘Mm, proper gentleman, me.’ He said, suddenly remembering his voice, tossing your panties to the side and scooting forward on his knees to get a better look at you. You watched him as he nudged your legs apart a fraction more, gaze falling heavy and already lust-blown on your cunt, still partially hidden under your dress.
‘Fuck me, darling. So gorgeous. I’m so lucky.’ This last part rumbled out of him, almost as an afterthought as he ran his hands up and down your calves. Your throat tightened with affection, and you reached out one hand to run it through his hair, cradling his cheek. Will responded to your touch instantly, leaning into your palm and resting his cheek on your knee, looking up at you with wide eyes. You stroked his hair for a minute longer, just looking into his eyes. It wasn’t long until he broke though, your fiancé never one to be patient about anything.
He turned his cheek and pressed a kiss to your knee, his stubble sending shivers down your spine as it scraped gently over the sensitive skin. He did it again, until he was pressing a hot trail of kisses up your thighs, tongue occasionally darting out to taste you with a barely stifled groan. Your stomach muscles trembled as he mouthed closer and closer to where you wanted him, nose nudging the soft folds of your cunt, just millimetres away from where you needed him most.
‘Will- please.’ You said, voice breaking slightly as you pleaded with your fiancé. Will huffed, drawing back for a second, smirk only growing wider at the soft, needy noise that escaped you.
‘Don’t beg, darling. You’re going to be my wife, so none of that. I’ll give you anything you ask for, but you just need to ask, okay? Use your words like a big girl, come on.’ He said, leaning forward and stopping just shy of your cunt. All he’d need to do was stick out his tongue or tilt his head down, and he’d make perfect contact with your aching clit. But no, he stayed torturously still, breath fanning over your heated, dripping core.
‘Will, please- please- need your mouth.’ You whispered, desperation and shame thrumming through you as he inched closer.
‘Need me t’do what with my mouth, love? Have to be specific.’ He said, voice rumbling out of his chest and dancing across your sensitive flesh as he spoke. You whined, bucking your hips forward in the hopes he got the message. He didn’t seem happy with that - his hands came up, big and rough, and pressed your hips firmly down into the mattress with a grunt. You weren’t going anywhere, it seemed, not until you gave him what he wanted.
He wasn’t going to give up without a fight, that much was clear. You looked down at him, on his knees in front of you, entirely subservient yet somehow in control. He was a sight to behold - knees spread wide to accommodate the growing tent in his pants, eyes wide and predatory as they roved over you, a pretty pink blush spread over his cheeks, and his hands sitting far too chastely on your thighs. Those same hands that had oh so gently placed the ring now weighing down your left hand on your finger, that same mouth that had spoken a proposal so beautiful you’d almost ruined your makeup, now poised just shy of your ruin. Your resolve crumbled.
‘Want you- want you to make me come, please. Please- Will.’ You finally muttered.
You could’ve sworn you felt him laugh.
Any smart retort you would’ve said at his obvious amusement was cut short as he finally closed the distance and sealed his lips around your clit. A loud moan ripped from your throat, hips thrusting forwards instinctively to chase the pleasure. Will practically growled at your taste, pushing you back down into the mattress as he gripped your hips tighter now, pulling you towards him to lick into you deeper.
He was everywhere. A few firm laps at your clit to send you spiralling, before obscenely sucking at your steadily leaking hole, drinking you in like he was starving. He ran his tongue obsessively up and down the seam of you, nose nudging at your clit every time he did so. You writhed under his touch, both hands coming up into his hair to push him down into you as you chased your high.
‘Fuck- Will- right there, please-‘ You gasped out, clutching at his head, thighs squeezing probably too hard (though he barely seemed to notice as he ate you out like a man possessed). He doubled down, sucking hard on your clit and drawing inane patterns with the tip of his tongue that drove you crazy. He barely surfaced for breath before he was back down, licking and sucking and tasting and teasing every inch of your now completely soaked cunt like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Will shifted somehow closer, dragging your cunt flush to him until there wasn’t a single inch of space between the two of you, tilting his head slightly to better fuck his tongue into you.
You cried out, back arching off the bed as your orgasm barrelled towards you, hips grinding into his face with fervour now. Will reached up blindly, clawing at your dress until it was pulled down enough that he could grope your tits, palming the soft flesh as he sucked on your clit so hard you saw stars. The sensitive peak of your nipple rubbed against his rough palms, sending shocks of pleasure through you. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingertips. You were letting out a constant stream of moans now, unable to stop under the onslaught of your fiancé’s tongue.
‘Shit- Will, gonna come- please-‘ You stuttered out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came. Sparks popped behind your eyelids as you came the hardest you ever had, your entire body locking and your mouth dropping open with the sheer force of the orgasm. Will didn’t stop, sucking and licking at your sensitive cunt until you were trembling with overstimulation.
You were pretty sure you blacked out for a second, waves of pleasure washing over you as you faintly felt the sensation of being moved backwards. You heard the distant rustle of clothing and a gentle hand pushing your legs further apart before suddenly, you were full - a hot, insistent pressure in your lower gut stuffing you to the brim.
You gasped, a stinging mixture of pain-pleasure bursting through your body as your back went ramrod straight.
‘Fuck! Will- what-‘ You sobbed, hazy vision now coming into focus to see your fiancé above you, thrusting wildly into your drenched cunt. The blunt head of him nudged perfectly against your sweet spot, the harsh pleasure sending your nerves haywire as you bucked and squirmed under him.
‘Sorry, darling. Just had to- had to get inside you- fuck. Gonna fill you up- gonna look so pretty one day, all full of me- shit- gonna be the best mother one day, I just know it-‘ He rambled, scrambling to grab your thigh and push it to your chest to fuck somehow deeper into you. You keened, spurred on by his words, so different to the future he’d promised you mere hours ago - his words now filthy and so, so earnest as he fucked into you with reckless abandon, as if he could will his words into existence through sheer brute force as he pounded into you.
‘Fuck, Will- yes, please- want you to fill me up-‘ You egged him on, now eagerly rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, one hand coming up to wrap around his neck to hold you up while the other cradled his cheek. You didn’t miss the way his eyes snagged on your engagement ring, the diamond sparkling in the low light of the hotel room. He turned his head slightly, never once stopping his thrusts as he pressed a kiss to your palm, then each of your fingers, sloppily taking the tips of them into his mouth. An idea came to your mind, and you pushed your fingers forward experimentally. Will groaned, accepting them willingly.
You slid your ring and middle finger into his mouth, stopping just when the shiny silver of your ring met his plush lips. If anything, Will fucked you harder, whining and moaning around your fingers, sucking them and running his tongue over them like he had a cock in his mouth.
‘Fuck, such a good boy, Will- such a good fiancé, couldn’t ask for anyone better-‘ You said, breathing heavily. That was Will’s undoing - that simple, honest statement, the affirmation that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.
With a muffled shout around your fingers, Will buried himself impossibly deep inside you as his orgasm crashed over him. He throbbed insistently inside you as he spilled into you, jaw clenching and very nearly biting down on your fingers had you not had the foresight to remove them as soon as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Despite himself, he continued to rock forwards, seemingly unable to stop himself from chasing the heat and velvet feel of you.
Your second orgasm was gentler, though nonetheless intense. Will fucked you through it, desperately grinding his hips forwards and sucking on the digits in his mouth, drool starting to spill out the corners of his mouth.
Eventually, though, the subtle pleasure began to bleed into a raw sensitivity, and you gently laid a hand on Will’s shoulder, reluctantly pulling your spit-soaked fingers out his mouth.
‘Will, love- hurts-‘ You said. That word seemed to snap him out of his daze, as he pulled out instantly, apologies tumbling from his mouth as he wiped it with the back of his hand. He tucked himself back into his trousers and set about cleaning you up, replacing your ruined panties safely on your hips and tugging your dress down to once again protect your modesty, reaching up to quickly tuck your exposed tits back into your (frankly ludicrously expensive) bra. You smiled up at him, distinctly aware of the slow trail of cum slowly oozing out of you and collecting in your underwear. You paid it no mind, instead tilting your hips up to stop it from leaking.
Will furrowed his brow. ‘What’re you doing? You look daft doing that.’
You grinned. ‘Just making sure I don’t lose any. Gotta make sure it sticks, right?’
Will’s eyes fluttered closed with a hefty sigh. ‘Jesus, woman. Not even married yet and you’re already trying to kill me.’ He said. You laughed, wiggling your toes at him. He whipped you with the towel he was holding, causing you to yelp and gasp in mock-offence.
‘William! That is no way to treat the future mother of your children.’ You said, though your cheeks hurt from smiling. He huffed out a laugh, tossing the towel aside and coming to lie down next to you on the bed, unashamedly smacking your ass as he did so.
‘Darling, if that was too rough for you, I have bad news about our wedding night.’
cat pls feed me with a really smutty will fic😣😣😣😣😣😣 i need to see drunk will x drunk reader
INTOXICATE ME NOW - WILL LENNEY
summary: you and will have had maybe a bit too much to drink. that doesn’t stop you from wanting each other, though
a/n: hope this feeds you, anon! x
wc: 3.8k
warnings: INTOX, LIKE, A LOT - DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ, 18+, smut, swearing, this is lowk disgusting so like…..sorry i guess, p in v, fingering f receiving, oral f receiving, will and reader are horny drunks, exhibitionism, slight dom!will (shocker i know just roll with me here. he’s also kind of an asshole but in a hot way), spit, degradation, panties as a gag
You probably should have put a stop to this approximately three drinks ago.
Or when the second round of shots came out.
Or when Will knocked back what was probably his fourth pint of the evening.
You couldn’t really tell when things had started to go downhill. And in all honesty, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care all that much.
The pub was loud and hot, sticky warmth clinging to your body where you were pressed into a booth beside Will, your thighs flush together under the table in a contact that had your head spinning. On the Arthur Frederick drunkenness scale that he loved so much, you would say you were probably about a seven or eight. Not falling over drunk, not yet, but pleasantly loose-limbed and loose-lipped, laughter falling freely from your mouth alongside whatever thoughts happened to be running through your head at any given point. Your head felt pleasantly foggy, thoughts appearing and dissipating as soon as they came, sparks popping behind your eyes as you tried to fight the slight dizziness whenever you closed your eyes for a moment.
Will next to you wasn’t much better. He was currently going shot for shot with George - something you should probably stop him from doing, given George’s proven tolerance for alcohol and your boyfriend’s proven lack of it. But, you thought, he looked damn pretty as he tossed his head back to down the drink, his throat bobbing with every swallow, stray drops trailing down his sharp jaw in tantalising golden lines that made you want to lean in and lick him clean. His eyes shone with a mixture of joy and haze in the low light of the pub, his pupils blown from the alcohol, wide and easy as he caught your gaze every so often.
His large palm was spread out over your thigh, heat seeping through the material of your skirt as his thumb drew absent circles over the skin as he talked animatedly. You’d stopped paying attention a long time ago, preferring instead to just watch him, your alcohol and lust-infused mind drawing your eyes back towards your boyfriend time and time again. He didn’t even seem to notice, his fingers continuing their idle pattern over your thigh as he continued to talk and laugh with his friends.
Your gaze dropped to the hand resting on your thigh, your stomach swooping slightly at the sight of the rings adorning his fingers. They stood out against the tanned skin, emphasising the veins on the back of his hand as his hand squeezed irregularly, unintentionally flexing the muscle of his forearm at the same time that had your mouth going dry. Because of the growing heat of the pub, he’d rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows in a gesture that he knew drove you mad. He’d even winked at you as he’d done so, the fucker, so really, you couldn’t blame yourself for what you were about to do.
Snaking your hand down quietly and carefully, making sure nobody saw you, you grabbed Will’s hand, stilling its movement on your thigh. He turned his palm up at once, offering you his hand to hold - this was something you did often, asking for his hand in an environment that was just a bit too overwhelming, so he didn’t think anything odd of it as you flipped it back over, instead running your own hand down the lengths of his fingers, fidgeting with his rings. He continued to talk, his words slurring in a way that seemed endlessly amusing to those more sober than him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, his head buzzing and blood rushing in a way that felt more exhilarating than nauseating.
Quickly darting your eyes around to see who was watching (nobody was, everyone was more entertained right now by Arthur attempting to do a series of admittedly god-awful impressions), you slowly began to drag Will’s hand higher up your thigh, until the tips of his fingers brushed over your clothed core. When he didn’t react, you kept going, pressing the tips of his fore and middle finger more firmly against you, stifling a quiet moan when they made contact with your aching clit. Still, nothing - he was either too drunk to notice or too afraid to make a scene. That was fine, you had other ways of getting his attention.
Shifting slightly, you kept his hand pinned between your thighs as you leaned forward clumsily to whisper in his ear. To the rest of the world, it looked like you were just leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, but Will’s heart began to pound wildly in his chest as he felt your breath fan over the side of his neck.
‘Will, I kind of- kind of need you really fucking bad right now.’ You murmured, words blending into each other as you pressed yourself closer to him, guiding the hand still trapped between your legs to grind out slow circles on your clit, that Will could now feel pulsing in time with your heartbeat. He sucked in a breath, trying to steel his expression and not give away what was happening under the table. This apparently wasn’t good enough for you - you let out a breathy little whine, right in his ear, as you began to guide his hand to move faster, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet his hand, all but humping it under the table.
Will swallowed thickly, leaning back against the back of the booth to better conceal your actions, your friends still oblivious as he tilted his head closer to you to reply.
‘What are you doing.’ It was less of a question and more of a demand, but the gravelly tone of his voice mixed with the accent that always came out stronger when he was drunk only served to spur you on, using Will’s fingers to pull your panties to the side under your skirt, just enough to drag his fingers through your already soaked folds. His mouth snapped shut entirely at that, his whole world narrowing to where he could feel the heat and slickness of you.
‘Mm, I think you know. Y’just look really fucking good right now- want you to fuck me. Need your fingers inside me, or- or your tongue. You’re really good at that, actually- like when you eat me out- fuck, it makes me come so hard-’ You rambled into his ear, eyelids drooping as you talked, the hand that had been guiding Will’s hand now falling to the side as he started to move on his own, dragging the tips of his fingers through your folds before fucking them into you shallowly, a small smirk on your face as you whined into his ear, chasing the feeling.
‘Enough. We’re fuckin- in public. Can’t be acting like this.’ He said through gritted teeth, though his fingers didn’t stop for even a second, nudging deeper into your cunt, your thighs spreading instinctively as he fucked them into you slowly, his eyes darting around the table as he did so.
‘Mm, but I just-’
‘Mm-mm. Just- shut up and take it. Can’t let our friends know what a whore you are.’ He muttered. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle the whines and moans you wanted to let loose in response to Will’s words. His accent was rough, his voice dark as he spoke, his fingers now picking up speed as they began to fuck into you with long strokes.
He seemed to have just enough cognitive function left to ruin you completely - his fingers crooked just enough to stroke along your sweet spot while he accepted another shot with his other hand, downing it in one go and coughing slightly at the strong taste. He caught your eye, his pupils blown until only a thin ring of colour remained. His jaw was clenched tight, a silent warning to you as he continued to thrust his fingers into you. Your eyes had slid shut at some point, but they flew open when you felt the cold glass of a shot being pressed up against your lips.
‘Open up f’me, love.’ He said. The smell of the alcohol stung your nose, but you did as you were told. Your friends cheered and clapped as you swallowed the alcohol, savouring the burn as it settled in your stomach. You blinked hazily, the pleasure of Will’s fingers between your thighs become sweet and sticky. You leant back against the booth, spreading your legs a little further, now grateful that you’d chosen the seat next to the end of the booth. Will cleared his throat, his eyes glued to the steadily-raising hem of your skirt, now dangerously close to exposing what he was doing to you.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. Somewhere, in his alcohol-addled brain, he figured he must be dreaming. There was no way he was actually doing this - knuckles deep in your cunt in a crowded pub, barely a metre away from where most of your friends were sat having a good time. He’d look away and forget, and then you’d clench around him when he wasn’t going fast enough for your liking, and he’d suddenly remember, and a hot pulse of arousal would run through him. He didn’t even feel like a real person right now, all the shots and drinks he’d had combining into a cocktail of lust and dizziness that had him breathing heavily as he attempted to regain some control.
You weren’t much better, half slumped against his side, legs spread dangerously wide, cunt clenching around his fingers as he thrust them in and out of your soaked cunt, the sounds thankfully masked by the ambience of the pub.
When you let out a whine into his ear, higher and needier than they had previously been, something in his foggy mind clicked - you were about to come. Right here, in front of all your friends. Your hips were rolling steadily to meet his fingers, your cunt clamped down on the digits as you rode his hand.
‘Don’t you fuckin’ dare-’ He said, wrenching his fingers out of you. You moaned loudly at the loss of sensation, cut off abruptly as Will grabbed the back of your head and pressed it into his shoulder to muffle the sound. Thankfully, none of your friends seemed to notice, though George’s head did briefly turn to where you two were sat, his brows furrowing slightly. Will waved him off, shaking his head.
He pulled your head up, pointedly not looking you in the eye as he slid a hand around your waist, making sure to keep his soaked fingers hidden as he hauled you to your feet, one hand still clenched around his last drink. You both swayed slightly as the blood rushed to your head, the combination of the alcohol and need making you light-headed.
‘Just gonna take her to the toilet, lads. She’s had a bit too much.’ He said. Everyone nodded vaguely, more absorbed in their own conversations and drinks that somehow kept steadily arriving to the table. Nobody questioned it as the two of you stumbled your way to the bathroom. People drank too much, it happens. You probably just needed a break from the heat of the pub. Only George and Arthur caught the distinct wobble in your legs as Will all but dragged you to the bathroom, the two of them making eye contact as you disappeared around the corner. George leant forward over the table to speak.
‘Bet you twenty quid they’ve gone to fuck.’ He said, stretching out his hand. Arthur laughed, immediately shaking it with a skeptical look.
‘Nah, Will can’t hold his alcohol for shit. I bet they’re just throwing up.’ He said. It wasn’t impossible - anyone who’d ever met Will could attest to his absolutely shit alcohol tolerance, and honestly yours wasn’t much better, so Arthur felt confident that he was right.
‘Hm, right. Well, we’ll see about that.’ George said, settling back into his seat.
You were nearly dead weight in Will’s arms as he bundled you two into a toilet cubicle, shutting and locking it behind you. He barely gave you a second to adjust to the new surroundings before he was on you, backing you up against the sink as his lips met yours in a searing kiss.
He didn’t quite make it the first time, hitting the corner of your mouth before you tilted your head to help him along, smearing a line of spit across your cheek as your tongues met messily. A shock of cold splashed across your side as Will’s drink spilled with the force of the movement, and you gasped into his mouth. An idea suddenly seemed to strike him, and he pulled back from you, ignoring the way you chased his lips.
He brought the can to his lips, taking a long sip, then another. This one he held in his mouth as he tossed the can on the floor before coming up to grasp your cheeks, pressing them together until your mouth opened. He leaned forward, keeping your gaze locked on his as he opened his mouth slightly, letting the alcohol pour out of it into your waiting one. You let out a surprised moan, squirming slightly against his hold. Will just clamped his hand over your mouth to stop you from spitting it out, raising his eyebrows.
’Mm-mm. Swallow.’ He ordered, eyes dark as he watched you. Slowly, you did as he said, your eyelids fluttering as the alcohol rushed through your system.
‘Good girl. Now keep quiet f’me, yeah?’ He said, not even giving you time to respond before he was dropping to his knees in front of you. You didn’t even have time to be shocked that he was voluntarily kneeling on the floor of a pub bathroom before your mouth dropped open in a moan as he flipped your skirt up and dragged your panties down to your ankles and off, mouth immediately pressing close to seal around your clit.
Will practically growled into your cunt, pulling back to fix you with a look.
‘Fuckin- be quiet, or I’ll leave you here, got it?’ He said. You nodded frantically, anything to get his head back between your thighs to quell the ache there. He dived back down, licking a long stripe up your cunt before dragging your clit back into his mouth. Your back arched, hands scrabbling for purchase in his hair as you held him close. His arm came up to wrap around your thigh, bracing you against the sink as he ate you out.
‘Jesus- so fuckin’ wet for me. Y’get off being a whore in front of all our friends?’ He asked, shoving your thighs further apart so as to get better access, dipping his head down to lick into you, fucking his tongue obscenely into your cunt, groaning at the taste of your slick.
‘Yes- yes, fuck-’ You gasped out, hips grinding forward onto his mouth. In the haze of pleasure, you’d forgotten all about his command to be quiet. Only when he suddenly pulled away from you and stood up abruptly did the memory slam back into you, your heart dropping at the prospect of being left here, wet and needy in the middle of the pub bathroom.
‘I thought I told you to be quiet. Can’t even do that, can you? Jesus-’ He grumbled, fumbling around in his pockets until he found what he was looking for. Your mouth dropped open to question, but you quickly found yourself silenced as he shoved your panties into your mouth, balling up the lace and pushing it in with his thumb as he lowered himself back to his knees, swaying slightly as he knelt.
‘That ought to shut you up. Now I can finally fuckin- focus-’ He said, mostly to himself as he grabbed your thighs once again, spreading them wide as he lowered his mouth to your cunt for the second time.
Stunned, you could only let out muffled moans and whimpers as he made out with your cunt, spitting crudely on your clit before sucking it into his mouth and drawing tight circles on it with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes rolled back into your head, drool soaking the lace in your mouth. You couldn’t even be disgusted, the situation turning you on so much you felt like you were going to melt right through the floor. The drag of Will’s tongue sent pleasure rushing through you, setting every nerve alight as he ate you out like a man starved, his fingers joining his tongue to thrust in and out of your cunt messily, your slick running down his fingers and onto the floor of the bathroom.
You moaned around your makeshift gag, canting your hips forward to grind your clit firmly against his nose, shifting slightly so it bumped against it on every upstroke of his tongue. He let you, grabbing firmly at your thighs to keep you where he wanted you as he fucked his tongue into you. Soon, your hips were grinding wildly against his face, Will alternating between sucking your clit into his mouth and tonguing at your leaking hole, spreading your slick messily all over his chin and mouth. Your mouth dropped open in a groan muffled by your now thoroughly soaked panties as your thighs started to tremble.
‘Fuck- that’s right, come on- come all over me- Jesus, so filthy-’ Will rambled into your cunt, dragging you tighter against his face as your orgasm crashed over you, your back bowing with the force of it as you continued to thrust your hips in time with his tireless tongue. Drool dripped out the sides of your mouth where it hung open, sparks popping behind your eyelids as you came. Will fucked you through it, not wanting to waste a single drop of your slick as he continued to move his tongue up and down your drenched cunt. Only when you began to whimper slightly did he pull away, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand whilst the other fumbled with his belt.
He motioned for you to turn around, huffing when you just stared at him and grabbing you by the waist and bending you over the sink, pushing your skirt up even further. His belt eventually came undone, and he wasted no time in freeing himself from his boxers and lining himself up with your hole.
His thrusts were immediately sloppy and rough as he pushed into you, grabbing at your waist with one hand while the other came to press on the middle of your back to keep you still as he fucked you. His pelvis smacked loudly against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the bathroom as he set a brutal rhythm, uncaring now of who could hear as you moaned shamelessly, the sound still muffled by the panties in your mouth. His head was spinning, an intoxicating mix of alcohol and pleasure flooding his system as your cunt sucked him in over and over, the wetness from your previous orgasm allowing him to fuck into you roughly, the head of his cock battering your sweet spot.
Catching sight of himself in the dirty mirror above the sink, Will had another idea. He reached down, fisting a hand in your hair and tugging you up until you met your own gaze in the mirror.
‘Look at you- so fuckin’ ruined already- fuck, such a whore for me, aren’t you?’ He grunted out in between thrusts, hips never stopping as they drove into you relentlessly. You nodded, gaze hazy and blurry as you looked at your own reflection. He wasn’t wrong, you did look like a whore - your makeup was smudged, mascara and eyeliner running down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth parted in a moan, a flash of lace visible between your lips as you jerked forward with every brutal thrust.
‘Yeah, you are- fuck- keep looking at yourself, darling. Watch me fuck you.’ He said, panting now as he drew closer to his own orgasm, the combination of the wanton look in your eye and the build up of the night driving him towards his peak.
The noise of the pub fell away as he zeroed in on the sight of your cunt taking him over and over, his cock sinking between your folds as he pistoned his hips forward. The slap of skin on skin grew louder now as his thrusts grew sloppier, more focused on chasing the heat and slick of your cunt than on whether or not people could hear him. He was distantly aware of the buzz of the pub, but all that fell to the wayside when you clenched around him with your second orgasm of the night, your head dropping slightly as your thighs shook. He scowled, pulling your head up roughly by your hair, effectively ruining the hairdo you’d spent at least an hour painstakingly arranging in the mirror before you’d come here.
’I said- watch.’ He gritted out, holding your hair tighter now to keep your head up as he fucked into you harder. You were certain you’d have bruises from where the sink was digging into your hips and stomach, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as Will fucked into you desperately, burying his cock into you over and over again before thrusting forward with a guttural cry, cock twitching and pulsing inside you as he came. You dropped your head down to rest on the tap, cunt fluttering around his cock as he fucked into you a few more times to milk himself dry before pulling out. You whined at the sudden loss, but that was quickly cut off as Will helped you stand up and turn around, unceremoniously pushing his fingers into your mouth to pull out your panties.
‘Will-’ You started to protest as he unfolded them and knelt to help you step into them.
’No, none of that. You started this, so deal with the consequences.’ He said, pulling your panties up until they were resting against your dripping cunt. You shifted uncomfortably, the mixture of your slick, cum and spit making the lace feel cold against your sensitive folds.
‘Come on, fix yourself up. Try not to look like you just got fucked, ‘kay?. I’ll see you back at the table.’ He said, giving your cheek an affectionate pat and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he tucked himself back into his trousers and did up his belt, quickly giving himself a once-over in the mirror before heading out.
He slid back into his seat at the table, an easy, practiced smile on his face as he waved off everyone’s concern, telling them that you’d be out in a minute, and that you were feeling much better now.
On the other side of the table, Arthur slid a twenty pound note into George’s waiting hand.
@zo-05 @finchytv @mangoicecreamx @mattsfrenchtoast @lenneyswhore @peachmd @ghostwrittenbygrace @sillybilly4sillybilly @theoreticallythe @trainsleeper @georgesclarkey @wroetolooter - lmk if you want to be added! x
hi!! i was wondering if you could possibly write some age gap reader x wroetoshaw smut? anything you feel inspired to write!
LESSONS IN CHEMISTRY - HARRY LEWIS
hello! first of all what an amazing request, i absolutely loved writing this, so thank you, nonnie!
i will admit i did get a bit carried away with this one, but i hope you like it <3
wc - 4.2k
summary: harry’s your first ‘older’ lover, and more than happy to bridge the gap when you're unsure of how to make the first move
warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (harry is late thirties, reader is early twenties), swearing, shower sex (kinda?), masturbation (f), slight degradation, praise, edging, face sitting, munch!harry (ofc)
Dating Harry Lewis was, as far as you were concerned, a dream come true.
He was funny, thoughtful, kind, gentle, and absolutely gorgeous. You’d been together nearly six months now, and you still got butterflies whenever you looked at him, like a schoolgirl with a crush. Not that you could help it, of course. Harry was, in your opinion, your dream man.
Sandy blonde hair with sparse hints of grey forming at his temples and roots, creating a salt-and-pepper look that made your stomach flip, the clearest, prettiest blue eyes you’d ever seen complimented by perfect little crows feet on either side, and the softest, kindest mouth imaginable. He was tall, too. Big and broad yet impossibly gentle - his hands always polite yet firm when holding your hand or guiding you through the streets, his chest warm and sturdy beneath you as you lay curled up together on the sofa or in bed.
He was truly the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. He took you out on dates, remembered the little things you mentioned liking in passing, knew all your favourite foods off by heart and would routinely surprise you with them if you’d texted him telling him you’d had a bad day. He bought you flowers ‘just because’, insisted on paying whenever you went out no matter what you ordered, and to top it all off, was probably the best kisser you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Of course, you gave back in return, though not quite to the same extent, still being saddled with student loans and all, but you tried. You made him things instead. Little bracelets, charms, tokens for him to take to shoots with him. Even, once, on your anniversary, a custom-made football jersey with his name painstakingly stitched in the back. You’d presented it to him almost shyly, painfully aware of the crude edges of the tissue paper it was wrapped in and the smudged, looping curls of your handwriting depicting his name. But Harry had held it in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world, unwrapping it ever so gently. He took his time to look over it, running his fingers over the delicate stitching, before unceremoniously launching himself at you. Despite his age, Harry seemed almost boyish when with you, especially when he pinned you down and peppered thankful kisses across your entire face like an over-eager puppy. So yeah, your life was pretty good.
Except, that is, for the ever more pressing issue that had begun to rear its head with every passing day. Sex.
You and Harry hadn’t exactly been chaste with each other, far from it. The day he’d asked you out, you’d climbed into his lap then and there and kissed him breathless, an encounter that had ended with your hand shoved down his pants until he came all over you and his favourite pair of sweatpants.
But that was as far as your ‘escapades’ had gotten. It wasn’t for lack of trying, though. It seemed that the universe just had it out for the two of you, because whenever things would start to get heated, when Harry would start trailing featherlight kissed down your jaw and neck, his phone would inevitably ring, or someone would knock on your door, or your cat that you’d adopted would decide that now was a good time to jump up and demand your undivided attention.
Harry, to his credit, didn’t seem to mind. He took it all in his stride, heaving himself up to answer the phone with a quick, apologetic kiss pressed to your hair, or heaving a sigh before drawing your cat into his arms to scratch behind his ears to silence the plaintive meows grating on your eardrums. And it didn’t bother you at first, not really. It was still early doors in your relationship, you were still figuring out how to exist together. It didn’t have to happen immediately, no matter how much you wanted it to.
But after a while, things began to build up. You started to worry - what if it never did? What if Harry wasn’t initiating because he didn’t find you attractive? What if he wanted someone his own age, and just didn’t know how to break it to you? What if he wanted someone more experienced? The worries circled your mind like a swarm of angry bees, anxiety buzzing insistently beneath your skin. And so, almost unconsciously, you began to pull away.
It started small - you went to bed before Harry, ensuring you’d be asleep by the time he eventually dragged himself to bed after editing. You’d forgo the little silk slips you’d become accustomed to sleeping in, choosing instead a ratty shirt and a pair of your joggers that had definitely seen better days. You started sitting on the opposite end of the couch to him instead of tucked against his side like you normally would, afraid that if you got too close, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from doing something embarrassing. Harry noticed, of course, but he didn’t push it, ever the gentleman. So it went for another month or so.
But of course, every man has his breaking point, and it seemed that today was Harry’s.
You’d just come in from a gym session, bag slung on your back and headphones around your neck. Harry was out at a shoot, and wasn’t due home until later. You figured you’d use the time to have a nice long shower, something that had always helped calm you down. Humming softly to yourself, you deposited your shoes and keys in their rightful places before heading to yours and Harry’s ensuite. The sight of his neatly folded pyjamas on his side of the bed made your heart clench. You’d gotten on him a few weeks ago about his messiness, namely his habit of leaving clothes all over the place - you’d put your foot down after tripping over the same blue shirt for the third time in two days. He’d apologised, promised to do better. And clearly, he had.
You tore your eyes away from it, ducking into the bathroom, freeing your hair from its ponytail with a satisfied groan. You worked your fingers through the sweaty strands as you turned the shower on, letting steam fill the bathroom as you quickly undressed. The feeling of the hot spray on your sore muscles was a godsend, and you felt your mind fall blissfully quiet of worry as you let yourself get lost in an all-too-familiar rhythm.
Unfortunately, the combination of the heat and feeling of the water cascading over your body didn’t keep your mind clear for as long as you’d hoped. Inevitably, when you were alone, your thoughts would wander towards your boyfriend. Most of the time, it was innocent - thinking about a cute interaction you’d had earlier in the day, the last time he made you laugh, what he was up to at that moment, stuff like that. But, more recently than ever, your thoughts had taken a more…..suggestive route. You couldn’t help but think what it’d be like if you decided to just say ‘fuck it’, and drag Harry into bed with you. You wondered if he’d be the same in bed as he was in everyday life, all soft and sweet, maybe a little silly. You wondered how his hands would feel on your bare skin, his big hands running gently over your tits and down, down, down towards your cunt, how his fingers would feel inside you, curling just so to hit that spot inside you-
Your eyes flew open, breath coming in short bursts under the water, colour rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you moved to stand under the spray, trying your best to ignore the heat and slickness mixing with the soap and water between your legs. However, your wonder of a brain didn’t seem to understand that you were trying to move on from that little fantasy, rather unhelpfully supplying images of Harry pressing you against the tile and fucking into you hard and fast, hands at your waist or reaching forward to grab at your tits, Harry pulling you onto the bed and making you ride him, guiding you up and down while whispering filth into your ear-
Almost of its own accord, one of your traitorous hands slipped between your legs, dragging two fingers through your slick and spreading it over your clit. You sucked in a breath, closing your eyes against the sensation, giving into the pleasure as you moved your hands in a quick, practiced rhythm, the pounding of the water lulling you into a haze as you lost yourself in the movements.
So much was your distraction that you didn’t hear the front door open and close, or Harry’s voice calling out to you.
Harry dropped his keys in the box, calling out for you once more. You were definitely home, if your discarded trainers and keychain with the pink pom-pom on it were anything to go by. He wandered through the house, following the distant sound of running water he could hear until he came to your bedroom. The bathroom door was half-open, steam curling out in whispers into the adjoining room. He could see your gym gear discarded on the floor, and he smiled to himself. He’d been trying to get you to exercise more over the past few months, not because you were unattractive, not by a long shot, but because he knew you had a tendency to complain without ever actually doing anything about it. So, he’d proposed a dance fit class for you, and you’d surprisingly taken to it remarkably well. He made a mental note to congratulate you on that later. Right now, he was more concerned about what he could hear on top of the shower, the noise soft and almost inaudible, but unmistakably there.
Probably against his better judgement as a self-proclaimed ‘gentleman’, he pushed the door open a fraction, just enough to peek inside.
The sight knocked the air clean out of his lungs.
You, pressed against the wall of the shower, hair wet and clinging to your neck and shoulders in little waves, your eyes screwed shut, and…..holy shit, Harry was going to faint.
Your hand, between your legs, moving in furious little circles, the sound of your slick audible even over the rush of the shower. Harry swallowed thickly, his legs moving on their own to carry him towards you, entranced by the sight of you so openly showing yourself off. He’d never seen you like this before, not in all the months you’d been together. The sight was intoxicating, he felt light-headed, all his blood rushing south at a speed that left him breathless.
You were lost in your own little world, panting now as you neared your orgasm, mind filled with fantasy after fantasy of your boyfriend, merging together like a film reel that played endlessly in your mind’s eye as you worked yourself with fervour. You were close, so close. You pressed down harder on your clit, knowing that it was what you needed to get yourself there. Sparks began to pop behind your eyes, pleasure thrumming through your whole body as you brought yourself closer, so nearly there-
‘Well, this is a lovely surprise.’
The sound of your boyfriend’s voice ripped you from your dream world, harsh reality knocking into you with a force that sent you reeling as you pulled your hand away from yourself, your cunt clenching around nothing as your orgasm was cruelly taken away from you.
‘Harry! Fucking hell, you scared me. I didn’t realise you were home.’ You said, trying your best to keep your tone even and not let the desperation you were now feeling at your ruined orgasm creep into your tone. Harry paid you no mind as he sauntered forward, unabashedly dragging his eyes over your body. You shivered under his gaze, hurriedly turning off the shower and stepping out into the bathroom, accepting the towel he handed to you.
Harry didn’t reply to your accusation, following you into the bedroom as you pointedly avoided his gaze, and the fact that you could most definitely make out the shape of him through those grey joggers that left nothing to the imagination. The sight made your mouth go dry, but the shame hammering through you at being caught made you unable to even think about acting on it.
Only when you reached towards your dresser to grab clothes did Harry intervene. He gently caught your wrist, pulling you towards him until you were chest to chest. You swallowed, fixing your eyes on the soft fabric of his shirt, all too aware of your flushed skin and wild heartbeat.
‘Look at me, lovely.’ The command was soft, but you caught the edge beneath it. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his, stuttering out a breath when you saw the heat behind the bright blue. Harry moved his hand to cup your cheek - never once breaking eye contact - before slowly, almost experimentally trailing his fingers down to the sides of your neck, his thumb coming up to encircle your throat and press gently under your opposite ear, forcing you to look at him. You sucked in a sharp breath, shame wilting under the heat of his gaze and the gentle pressure of his hand, the subtle dominance in the gesture from him making your poor cunt flutter with need. Before you could stop it, a soft whimper escaped your lips.
The grin that spread across Harry’s face was nothing short of predatory.
‘Oh, you like this, do you? Like having my hand on your throat?’ He asked, voice cloying and deceptively sweet. You blinked against the fog clouding your mind, unsure of how to react. Thankfully, you didn’t have to - Harry did it for you, pressing down on either side of your jaw and moving your head up and down in a nod.
‘I think you do, sweetheart. I can see you practically dripping onto the floor. Is this what you were thinking about, hm? In the shower, when you were playing with that pretty little cunt? Yeah?’ He continued, each word making you grow hotter and hotter, your heartbeat pulsing incessantly between your legs.
‘Come on, use your words, darling, I’m not a psychic. Tell me what you want.’ Harry prompted, letting go of your neck for a moment to give you some room to breathe. You missed the contact immediately, another small whine escaping you at the loss of his warmth. Harry just smiled, both hands coming up this time to slowly unwrap the towel you had on. You let him, heart hammering in your chest as he took you in, properly, for the first time.
‘I don’t-‘ You started, voice catching as the towel dropped to the floor with a whisper and you were left bare in front of your boyfriend. ‘I don’t know what- what I want.’ You admitted. Harry’s eyebrows raised slightly, though you saw no judgement in his eyes.
‘I want you, though.’ You clarified in a rush. Something in Harry seemed to relax at that, at the confirmation that it wasn’t him you were unsure about.
‘I want you too, lovely girl, always have. Why don’t you let me show you how much, and we can figure it out together. Does that sound like a plan?’ He asked. At that point, you probably would’ve agreed to anything just because he asked, purely driven by the sheer want you had for him. Harry nodded again, hands coming up again to cradle your face, hands nearly encompassing half your head as he pulled you in for a kiss.
You melted into him, trusting him completely to support your weight as he guided you back towards the bed. One arm came to snake around your naked waist, pulling you flush to him. You gasped softly into the kiss when you felt him against you, hot and heavy and straining for your touch. You knew Harry was big - he was everywhere, all bored shoulders and big hands, but the confirmation and feeling of his cock against your thigh sent a thrill through you. You exchanged kisses for a while, feeling the slickness between your legs growing with each pass of his lips against yours. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were leaving ga stain on the sheets at this point. The combination of your almost-orgasm and the absolute want coursing through you now had you leaking steadily against the material of Harry’s joggers. If this were any other time, you’d have been horrified at the mess you were making, but now, you couldn’t care less, much more focused on the way Harry’s hands were trailing down you until they were just above where you needed them the most.
‘Still okay, lovely?’ He murmured, drawing back just a fraction to look you in the eyes. You nodded frantically, dipping downwards for another kiss. Harry pulled back further, making you moan in confusion and desperation.
‘C'mon, use your words for me, you can do it.’ He said, punctuating his command with a slap to your ass. The surprise pain-pleasure ripped another moan from you, hips bucking forwards where you were straddling Harry’s broad thigh.
‘Yes, yes- please, Harry. Want you so bad- wanted you for so long-‘ You rambled, breathless and dizzy with lust. Harry hummed appreciatively, finally allowing you to kiss him again.
‘Good girl, being so honest.’ He rewarded you by sliding a hand between your thighs, sucking in a breath at the mess you’d made of yourself.
‘Shit, so wet f’me, darling.’ You nodded, desperately grinding your hips down in search of any kind of friction. Taking pity on you, Harry slid two thick fingers into you, curling them just right, locating your sweet spot with an accuracy that made your head spin. He guided you with a hand on your waist to ride his fingers, stretching you out and filling you up in a way you’d never experienced before, rough fingers dragging against your sensitive cunt and sending sparks of pleasure zipping up your spine.
He kept you at this for what seemed like an eternity, watching your chest heave as you rode his hand, occasionally leaning up to capture your nipple in his mouth. The new sensation made you cry out, arching your back into the feeling. Harry just smiled, continuing to thrust his fingers just so, marvelling at the way your slick coated his hand and wrist.
It wasn’t long before you started to get close again, the familiar warmth of your impending orgasm spreading low in your gut.
‘Harry, fuck- gonna come-‘ You moaned out, moving your hips more frantically now. But Harry wasn’t finished with you yet, nowhere near. He watched you intently, noting the way your eyes screwed shut and your mouth dropped open as you got closer. Then, at the last minute, he pulled his fingers away entirely. You keened, body lurching forwards, desperate after being denied twice in such a short space of time.
‘Sorry, lovely. I know- I know. ‘M not done with you yet, don’t worry. C’mere, wanna taste you.’ He said, grabbing you by the waist and guiding you up until you were straddled over his head, one thigh on either side. In your lust-drunk state, you didn’t even think about any of the usual hang-ups you would’ve had in this situation. You couldn’t care less about that now, not when Harry was looking up at you like he wanted to eat you alive, eyes dark and wild, hair mussed from your movements. He held your gaze for a beat longer, before dropping them down to your cunt above him.
‘Fuck, angel- so pretty. God, she’s absolutely soaked, isn’t she?’ He said, dragging his thumb through your slit and circling your clit gently. You whined, canting your hips forward desperately. ’S’okay, I’ve got you. Just admiring how pretty you look, my darling. All flushed and needy for me. Gonna make you cum now, yeah? You gonna be a good girl for me?’ He asked, voice rumbling out of his chest, dark and low with want. You nodded vigorously.
‘Yes- please—‘ Your voice was ruined, scratchy and high with desire. Harry pressed a small kiss to your inner thigh, looking up at you once more before burying his face between your legs. Immediately, you cried out, the pleasure new and overwhelming. The angle and your own bodyweight pushing him down meant everything was ten times more intense as he ran his tongue up your cunt with a groan that reverberated through you before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking, hard.
You were pretty sure your brain was melting out of your ears at this point. There wasn’t a single thought in your head besides Harry, Harry, Harry. His tongue was relentless, switching between drawing tight circles on your clit and lapping at your hole. His hands came to wrap around your thighs, pulling you down further tuntil you were practically sat directly on his face. You knew it wasn’t going to be long until you came, the pent-up tension from your previous denials making you all the more sensitive to Harry’s ministrations.
‘God- taste so good, love. So good for me.’ He said, before diving back in with newfound fervour. Sensing you were closer than ever now, he redoubled his efforts, focusing on your clit. You practically screamed, thrusting your hips forwards, basically humping his face. He could die right now and be a happy man, Harry thought to himself. Right here, with you looking like something out of a Renaissance painting above him, cheeks flushed with exertion and pleasure, hair curled and stuck to your forehead, cunt dripping and coating his chin and lips.
‘Fuck, Harry, Jesus Christ-‘ You gasped, throwing your head back. His jaw was beginning to ache, but he paid it no mid as he kept going, knowing enough from previous relationships not to change any aspect of his behaviour when his partner was close. You hung your head down, jaw slack, seeking out Harry’s eyes. He met you easily, and the sight of him between your legs was enough to send you over the edge.
‘Fuck!’ Your orgasm came crashing over you, your back bowing as you were hit with pleasure like never before. Your thighs clamped down on Harry’s erases you rode out your orgasm. He didn’t stop, guiding you through it and into the aftershocks until you whimpered from overstimulation, weakly pushing his head away with your hand.
He helped you off him, chuckling at the way you were practically boneless as he lay you down on the bed. You looked up at him, eyes hazy, taking in the glistening sheen of his face and chin, your come coating the dark blonde and grey of his beard. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, never once breaking eye contact. You blushed, looking away, focusing instead on the patterns of the ceiling.
‘Okay over there?” He asked. You yelped when you felt something cold press against your leg. ’S’alright, love. Just cleaning you up. Lie back for me, lovely.’ You did as he said, letting him spread your legs again to gently wipe away the mess he’d made of you. Your cheeks flamed, though he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, tossing the towel into the wash basket at the foot of your bed and coming to sit next to you, lifting your head to rest it on his thigh and combing his fingers through your tangled hair.
‘How was that, then, hm? Good? Not good?” He asked. You sat up as best you could, nodding. You felt like a bobblehead, all loose-limbed and floaty. Harry laughed softly, brushing some hair out of your face.
‘Good, really good. Wait-‘ you said, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation. Harry had just made you come so hard you saw stars, and you hadn’t even offered to repay the favour.
‘What about you? I can- If you want-‘ you started, reaching for him. He caught your wrist again. Now it was his turn to look embarrassed.
‘No, no. Thank you, darling, but it’s all good. I already- uh- yeah.’ He said. You dropped your eyes down to his joggers, where you could see a significant wet patch forming near the top of his left thigh.
‘You-…..’ you started, unable to believe it.
‘I know. Thirty-eight years old, and still ruining my boxers like a teenager. Mental.’ He said. You smiled, instead leaning in to kiss him again, just because you could.
‘Thank you, Harry. Not just for- you know, but for helping me be brave enough to- to breach it, you know?” You said, struggling to articulate your thoughts properly.
‘Of course, love. Anytime.’ He said, cheekily pinching your ass to get his point across. You swatted at him, no real malice behind it, before heaving a sigh.
‘Well, at this rate, I’m gonna have to shower again. Wanna join me?’ You asked. Harry’s eyes lit up.
‘Love, if I ever say no to that question, I want you to slap me in the face. Okay?’ He said. You laughed, standing up and tugging him towards the bathroom again.
‘Come on, loverboy, let’s see if you can get it up for round two.’
in which arthur looks a little too good before going off to film youtube court, and you just can't resist
first ever fic on tumblr kinda nervous.....please do let me know what you think!
wordcount: 4k (ish) (holy yap)
warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this), slight d/s i guess? sub arthur if u squint, swearing
You'd resigned yourself to another boring morning of doomscrolling, mediocre cereal and even worse coffee, and more doomscrolling once you'd dragged yourself back into the warmth of the bed, when Arthur bustled into the room.
The man was a whirlwind wherever he went, so his rapid movements and senseless muttering didn't bother you in the slightest as you continued to deplete your braincells by scrolling through TikTok after TikTok. Only when you heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle did you finally tear your eyes away from the screen.
Arthur never wore a belt. Ever. You could count on one hand and still have fingers left the amount of times you'd ever seen him wear one. Your boyfriend, despite his attempt at appearing as a put together, sophisticated musician, spent most of his days in joggers and whatever t-shirt he'd picked up first. Or, now that the weather was getting slightly warmer, he'd forgo the shirt entirely, walking around the house with those godforsaken grey joggers slung dangerously low on his hips and those tattoos you love so much on full display.
So, imagine your surprise when you looked up from your phone to see him not only wearing a belt, but wearing a crisp dress shirt and black pants as well. Whatever video you'd been watching continued to play on your phone, the sound looping over and over, but it fell on deaf ears as you shamelessly stared at Arthur.
He wasn't quite fully dressed yet, still carrying that disheveled, sleepy quality of the early morning - his shirt not fully buttoned, leaving a sliver of collarbone and just enough of a hint of chest hair to make your mouth water, the edge of his tattoo peeking out from behind the fabric. His black pants sat fastened just above his hips where he was busy feeding the belt through the loops, fingers nimble and quick handling the leather. You bit your lip, phone forgotten entirely now as you watched him.
Arthur, for his part, seemed none the wiser to your predicament. He finished fastening his belt, all too aware of the glowing numbers on his phone screen taunting him for his lateness. He was due to leave to start filming YouTube court with his friends in less than ten minutes, and he hadn't even managed to get dressed properly yet.
He'd even woken up early with the specific intention of powering through his morning routine to get there on time, but admittedly all of that had flown out the window when he'd seen you next to him, still asleep and clinging onto him with as much strength as someone dreaming could muster. So, of course, he'd stayed, not wanting to be the reason you had a bad start to the day. Unfortunately, despite gaining boyfriend points, he was significantly more behind schedule than he'd planned to be by this point.
He didn't hear you shifting behind him, pulling the covers back and standing up before replacing them behind you. He didn't hear you walk over to him, or call his name softly.
You smiled, watching as he haphazardly tucked his shirt in before reaching for his undone collar. You met him halfway, stifling a laugh as he flinched in surprise.
'Oh, morning, love. Sorry if I woke you up.' he said, tilting his chin up so you could fix his buttons for him. You shook your head, toying with the plastic underneath your fingers.
'You didn't. Why are you dressed up all smart?' You asked, not really having the patience for small talk when your boyfriend looked so delicious right in front of you. Arthur blinked at your directness, lowering his head to look you in the eyes.
'YouTube court, babe. With George, Bach, Arthur and the rest. We're filming the first part today.' he said. You nodded along, honestly trying your best to pay attention until you decided that a better use of your time would be to undo the buttons of this shirt which was, frankly, in the way.
You made a noise of agreement, deftly undoing the last of the buttons and pushing the shirt open to reveal the muscle underneath. Humming appreciatively, you ran your hands over the soft skin, tracing the tattoos that littered his chest and stomach. Arthur laughed softly, letting you get your fill of him, not wanting to spoil your fun just yet despite the time pressure weighing down on him.
Eventually, though, he had to call it off. He drew in a deep breath, summoning all the willpower he could to gently push you away. You looked down at the hand on your shoulder, then up at him and back again, judgement clear on your face. Arthur sighed.
'Sorry, love. S'just I'm already running late...' he admitted, bringing the hand on your shoulder up to your face to cup your cheek, thumb running gently over the apple of it. You leant into it, fixing him with your best puppy-dog eyes, something you'd come to master over the years of your relationship. Eyes just wide enough to persuade, lashes lowered in a way you knew he couldn't resist, and the kicker, the small, perfectly formed pout of your mouth.
Right on cue, Arthur groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. You took the opportunity presented to you, swiftly grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt and dragging him towards your bed, pulling him down on top of you as you lay on your back on the covers.
'Angel, I can't, I have to-' he started, but you weren't in the mood to hear him out. Quickly leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his in a hot, messy kiss that was more tongue and teeth than anything sweet, hoping it conveyed the message of your need for him. He made a small noise of surprise, hesitating for a second before melting into you, lateness momentarily forgotten.
You smiled against his mouth as he began kissing you back, drawing back to catch your breath before diving back in again. Arthur groaned, hands automatically coming down to prop himself up either side of your head, effectively caging you right where you wanted to be.
You two exchanged kisses like this for a while, tongues slipping into each other's mouths in a rhythm you knew all too well. Kissing Arthur had always been one of your favourite things to do - you could spend hours perched in his lap with his lips on yours, never tiring of the way he let out soft little sighs and happy grunts when your fingers slid into his hair. If you weren't so keyed up right now, you'd have happily left it at that and sent him on his way. Unfortunately for him, the ache in your lower half had only grown since your lips met, and you weren't going to let him go that easily.
You kissed him more insistently now, pressing your teeth into the fat of his bottom lip just to hear him groan again in response, lowering himself down a fraction closer to you. The rough fabric of his shirt brushed against your heated skin, causing you to whimper into his mouth as your hands became greedier. They roamed across his exposed torso, nails scratching lightly at the skin you discovered. His breath stuttered, fanning across your mouths, practically panting into you as he once again pressed your mouths together.
Arthur had always liked it when you left marks on him, though he’d never admit it. He loved walking around with scratches, bites and bruises hidden under his clothes, revelling in the thrill of being claimed in a place only you got to see. This was a surefire way to get him on your side, you thought, appealing to his more…..submissive tendencies. yYou two had only just begun exploring that, after one fateful night here you’d grabbed Arthur a little too hard by the hair whilst he had been down on his knees eating you out - the pathetic, high-pitched little noise he’d made had lived in your mind ever since.
And what better time to delve into that side of your boyfriend than right now? No time like the present, you always said.
So, with one swift movement, you hooked a leg over Arthur’s back and pushed downwards, bringing your pelvises flush together. The contact ripped a moan from your throat, back arching off the bed at the heat and weight of him against your cunt. Arthur swore, hips involuntarily bucking forwards, chasing the friction of your clothed core against him. You pushed down harder, any semblance of control or willingness to tease thrown entirely out the window. You needed him, and you needed him now.
Unfortunately, this is when Arthur decided to, for once, be the responsible one. ‘Mm, no- love, - can’t- I have to- have to film - soon.’ he rasped, valiantly continuing his sentence despite your best attempt to distract him by pressing little kisses to the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, trailing a hot line down to the column of his throat, sucking a dark hickey in your wake. You shook your head, continuing your assault on the soft skin of his collarbones and neck. Despite his protests, Arthur’s dick didn’t appear to have gotten the memo, as it continued to grind against where your bodies connected in a slow, torturous rhythm that had you trembling.
‘They’ll live without you for ten minutes, baby.’ You said. It wasn’t a question. Arthur lifted his head to look you in the eyes, and you stifled a moan at his expression. His eyes were wide, pupils blown so wide you could only make out a thin ring of the soft brown you loved so much. His hair was mussed from your fingers, curls falling into his face and sticking to his forehead. His lips were red and raw, swollen from your earlier kissing. He looked absolutely fucking delicious. You trailed your eyes down to where he was still grinding into you, catching sight of the hard, thich line of him through those godforsaken dress pants. The sight of his cock straining against the fabric sent a bolt of heat through you, your hips chasing friction against him once more, pressing down insistently, making sure he could feel the wet spot that was undoubtedly forming in your panties.
‘Love, really, I need- I need to go-‘ Arthur tried again, pushing weakly against the leg that kept him trapped against you. You huffed. Enough was enough.
You let go of where you’d been holding on to Arthur’s shirt, your hand finding its way into his hair and grabbing roughly. Arthur yelped in surprise, pain quickly dissolving into pleasure as you forced him to look at you.
‘Arthur Hill, if you leave this bed right now, I won’t touch you for a fucking month. I mean it.’ You started. Arthur’s eyes went wide. ‘Yeah, baby. That means no eating me out in the mornings before you go to work. No quickies in the shower, and I know how much you love those, so it’d really be a shame if I had to say no to you, so-‘ You said, trailing your other hand down the planes of his chest, pointedly stopping just above where his cock was threatening to burst through the fabric of his trousers, toying with the downy hairs you found there. Arthur shuddered, twitching against the rough pads of your fingertips. You watched him intently, and you could almost pinpoint the moment his patience ran out.
‘Okay, okay! I get it. Just —fuck, love, okay-‘ He said, resolve finally, finally shattering. You smiled up at him, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
‘Good boy, Arthur. I knew you’d come around.’ You said, watching the way his throat tightened with those two words, and the way his hips twitched forward ever so slightly.
‘Come on then, let’s get you out of these, shall we?” you said, tugging on his belt. Arthur scrambled to obey, sitting back on his haunches as he undid his belt, practically flinging it away as he shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. You bit your lip as he took himself in his hand, leaning forwards to hover on top of you again. ‘Pretty’ wasn’t a word you’d normally think to use to describe dicks in general, but it was certainly true of Arthur’s case. Thick, heavy, flushed a pretty pink at the tip, and already dripping for you. If this were any other time, you’d flip him over and take him down your throat until he was crying, but right now, there were other things on your mind. Namely, the all-consuming need to have him inside you.
‘Well come on then, baby. Don’t just look.’ You said, lifting your hips in encouragement. This seemed to snap Arthur back into action, and he eagerly reached forwards to slide your, now completely ruined, panties down your legs. He tossed them to the side, grabbing your thighs and dragging you towards him, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pressing his ringed fingers into the sensitive flesh of your thighs.
‘So eager, baby. And I thought I was the needy one.’ \You teased. Arthur just moaned in response, not even bothering to fully answer you. He thrust his hips forwards, sliding himself up the seam of your cunt, the flushed head of him bumping against your clit, causing you to hiss in response. He did this a few more times panting softly as he moved. You could sense that he was getting restless, so you took pity on him, lifting your hips slightly to catch him at your entrance. He whined, bucking forwards and shoving an inch or two of him into you without warning. You keened, hands scrambling for purchase and finding it on his back, your nails digging into the skin on his back through the sweat-soaked fabric of his shirt.
‘Come on, Arthur. Be a good boy for me and fuck me, yeah? Nice and hard, wanna feel you afterwards.’ You said breathlessly. Your boyfriend whimpered at that, actually fucking whimpered, and did as you said, grinding his hips forwards to fuck into you in one harsh thrust.
‘Fuck!’ The curse burst from you before you could help it, mind reeling at the sudden fullness. Arthur’s cock throbbed inside of you, the blunt head poking insistently at that spot inside you that made you see stars. You scratched at his back, urging him to move. He complied, drawing back until he was almost all the way out of you, before driving back in with one thrust that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
‘God, fuck- love, feel so good.’ He breathed, ducking down to capture your lips once more. You eagerly kissed him back, rolling your hips in tandem to meet him halfway, the sound of your skin slapping together and the obscene squelch of your cunt around him filling the entire room.
‘Yeah? Feels good, huh, baby? See what happens when you listen to me?’ You said, voice breathy and broken, breath hitching in time with Arthur’s sloppy thrusts that sent you both dragging against the bedcovers. Arthur nodded, fucking into you with deep thrusts that bullied your sweet spot, causing you to clench around him and draw needy moans from the both of you.
‘You gonna listen to me more often, then, sweet boy? Gonna let me make you feel good?’ You asked. Arthur nodded again, blindly agreeing. He was gone, absolutely drunk on you.The way you smelled, the way you tasted, the way you felt wrapped around him, cunt practically sucking him in every time he drew back to thrust in again. He’d never really considered himself a submissive man, but apparently all it took was a few sweet words from you and he was falling over himself trying to please you. Right now, he bet he’d do just about anything if it meant you’d keep talking to him in that sweet, heady voice.
‘Yes, yes- fuck, gonna be good for you, I promise-‘ he said, thrusts growing somehow messier as he neared his orgasm. He drilled into you, grabbing your things and pressing them towards your chest to drive in deeper. You cried out when you felt him shove impossibly deep into you, head thumping back against the pillows as he fucked you with reckless abandon. His hands dug into your thighs, rings pressing hard into the delicate skin, sure to leave bruises. The idea sent a little thrill into you as you spied the cool metal of his rings in the low light.
Sweat beaded at your temples, dripping down onto the sheets below you as you moved together. You disconnected your mouths to once again press kisses to the alluring expanse of Arthur’s throat. In his haze, the imminent shoot seemed to have exited his mind entirely, as he didn’t stop you from biting and sucking numerous more hickeys into the soft skin. Arthur moaned again, driving into you, cock dragging against your sensitive walls and sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. He leaned down to press his forehead to your collarbone, hips bucking wildly against yours. The rough scrape of his chest against your nipples sent a shiver through you, the sharp pleasure bringing you closer towards the edge you’d been teetering on since the moment you’d first kissed him.
‘Come on, Arthur. Come for me, angel, wanna feel you fill me up- fuck, need it so bad. Needed it since I saw you in this shirt- and that belt- shit, come on, baby.’ You gasped, egging him on as he fucked into you wildly. He looked more beast than man at this point - hair disheveled and wild from the humidity and heat of your bodies, throat and chest littered with dark purple bruises and shiny red bite marks, the black ink of his tattoos starkly contrasting the constellation of scratches and marks littered across his skin from your ministrations. His eyes were now almost completely black, and focused directly on you. He fucked you like a man possessed, solely focused on feeling you come around him. One of his hands left its iron grip on your thigh, snaking down between them to find your clit. You practically screamed as he began working you in tight, perfect circles, his movements perfected over months of practice. You squirmed, the sensation almost too much, yet his other hand kept you pressed firmly against him, leaving you with no other option but to take it. He thrust into your hard and fast, carving a place for himself inside you.
‘Fuck, angel- gonna come-‘ he stuttered. You just nodded, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady yourself against his wild thrusts. ‘
'Fuck, fuck, fuck-‘ He gasped, muttering your name like a prayer as he pounded into you once, twice, three times before spilling deep inside you. His fingers never stopped their movements, drawing a perfect pattern on your clit, and so you found yourself following not long after, orgasm crashing down on you with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs.
You clenched hard around him, milking him dry as he fucked you full. Arthur pitched forwards, landing on top of you with a ragged exhale. You caught him, one hand sliding back into his hair to scratch gently at his scalp, working through any knots you found there. You could feel him soften inside you, though neither of you made any more to disconnect just yet. You lay there for what felt like hours, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Slowly, your breathing returned to normal, and Arthur begrudgingly made a move to sit up, hissing slightly at the overstimulation as you clenched involuntarily around him as he moved.
‘Sorry, love.’ You murmured, shifting slightly as he pulled out of you. You could feel the sticky mess of his cum and your slick painting your thighs, and, when you looked down, the tops of Arthur’s dress pants, which were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat and come from both of you. You laughed despite yourself, the sound hoarse yet utterly content.
‘Shut up.’ Arthur fired back, though there was no real fire behind it as he pulled up his boxers and discarded the ruined trousers, coming back with a cloth from your bathroom. He gently cleaned you up, soothing your aching thighs with gentle hands before handing you a glass of water from the bedside. You drank greedily, gulping down the water as Arthur settled himself next to you on the bed.
‘You okay? Hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.’ He said, ever earnest. You shook your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
‘No, it was perfect. You were perfect.’ You said, watching the way his cheeks tinted at the praise.
‘Good, because for a second there, I was-‘ He started, only to be interrupted by the loud vibration of his phone against the dresser. He looked back at you for a second, confusion painted across his features in a way that made him look adorably like a lost puppy. Then, in a moment of panic you’d never seen on his face before, he shot up and across the room like a rocket, snatching up his phone.
‘Shit, it’s Isaac. Fuck, I forgot- shit, oh my God I’m so late. Fuck- why do I let you drag me into this?’ He said, dragging a hand through his hair as he began frantically searching through his drawers for a clean pair of pants. You just laughed, lying back against the pillow.
‘I didn’t drag you into anything, thank you very much. I seem to remember you telling me that you’d be good for me, you promised me, in fact-‘ you said, before a hand slapped over your mouth.
‘Okay, enough of that before I decide to cancel this fucking shoot entirely and drag you back into bed. Don’t.’ He added, when you opened your mouth to protest. You closed it, pouting. He turned away pointedly, pulling on the trousers he’d decided were appropriate enough for a courtroom.
You decided not to mention the hickeys littering his neck and chest as he pulled his shirt on, buttoning it so hastily that he had to redo it three times. You also decided not to mention the fact that his hair looked like he’d been pulled through a bush backwards. He’d figure it out in the Uber, you decided.
Then, just because you could, when his back was turned, you snatched up your panties that he’d so carelessly discarded on the end of the bed, balled them up, and shoved them into his back pocket. Yet again, he didn’t seem to notice as he hurriedly pulled on his shoes and grabbed some gum from the bottle you two kept on your dresser. You covered a smile as you watched him look over himself in the mirror, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket once he deemed himself acceptable.
‘Right, I really have to go now. Love you, see you later.’ He said, still taking the time to bend down and press a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips despite everything. You humoured him, keeping it short before ushering him towards the door, desperately trying to keep your gaze away from the hint of pink poking out of his pocket as he legged it out the door.
You sighed, relaxing back into the sheets that definitely now needed changing. That was a job for later. Right now, all you wanted to do was sleep for a little while, thoroughly fucked and entirely satisfied. You didn’t remember falling asleep.
And, somewhere across London, Arthur starts to worry about why his friends keep laughing whenever he turns his back on them.
Oh well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He’ll find out in a few weeks when the video uploads.
summary: arthur, despite his best efforts, is a virgin. but when he falls head over heels for you, he suddenly finds himself wishing it were the opposite.
a/n: this is the first instalment of my 'slow hands' series! i hope you all enjoy this <3
warnings: 18+, discussions of sex, virgin!arthur, more experienced reader, swearing, mentions of insecurity surrounding inexperience
wc: 3.4k
Arthur wouldn’t consider himself inexperienced, per se. Lack of opportunity was the phrase he preferred to use when asked, followed by a well-time deflection or a joke to clear the air.
It wasn’t for lack of trying, God no. He’s a singer, for Christ’s sake. He’s had his fair share of drunken kisses and sloppy handjobs in the bathroom at a party or in the back of his tour bus in a precious stolen moment away from the spotlight. The thing was, they just….never progressed further. It was always inevitable that whoever he was hooking up with would get bored after watching him cum a minute in or fumble with the buttons on their jeans, or tire of solely making out, climbing off of his lap in search of someone more hands-on.
It was fine, honestly. He never really thought much about it, throwing himself into his music and filming to put his mind off of it. And it worked, for the most part. Oftentimes he found himself too busy to even think about sex, his mind filled with lyrics and chords and filming schedules and video ideas and whatever else managed to worm its way in there. Whenever the urge did strike him or the feelings resurfaced, as they often did, it was easy enough to tide himself over. A hand shoved down his pants and his own imagination giving him all he needed to scratch the itch until the next time.
That was, until he met you.
Arthur fully believed, in no uncertain terms, that you had been crafted especially for him.
You were perfect in his eyes. Sweet, kind, funny, absolutely gorgeous, generous, supportive, he could go on. He’s not one to believe in love at first sight, but he doesn’t think there’s any other way to explain his feelings towards you. The first time you’d met had been for one of the many pub outings he always found himself tagging along to - you were there with Becky, squashed in next to her with your hand curled protectively around your drink, just watching. He thinks that’s part of what drew him to you in the first place - you weren’t loud and rowdy like his friends, demanding attention and laughter. You were quiet, happy just to observe and let others take the spotlight. He’d brushed of Chris and George’s knowing looks and smirks when he’d asked Isaac to switch seats so he could sit next to you, more focused on the way his heart hammered wildly against his ribcage when you met his gaze for the first time that evening.
From there, it was almost inevitable. You and Arthur just….clicked. It didn’t take long for you two to start dating, and you were living together within the year. Your friends asked if it was ‘too soon’, brows furrowed in concern and confusion. You’d always shrug, saying it just ‘felt right’. And it did.
Living with Arthur was a dream. He was actually competent, unlike some of your past boyfriends. He knew how a diswhasher worked, knew how to cook and clean in a way that didn’t come across as overly performative, and to boot, he was an amazing kisser.
You’d discovered that early on into your relationship. He loved nothing more than to gather you into his arms and press little kisses all over your face until you were doubled over with laughter, or to plant you in his lap and kiss until you were both breathless and flushed. He loved every part of it, could spend hours doing it.
But, the longer you lived together, the more you seemed to notice that….that was it. You and Arthur would kiss, hands would wander, but they’d never get further than a gentle grip at your waist before he was pulling away, detaching your lips with a murmured excuse against your lips. He’d gently shift you off or away, and you’d pretend not to notice as he adjusted himself in his trousers.
You let it slide, at first, thinking he was just nervous. You hadn’t really been together for that long, maybe he was just making sure you were actually serious before getting more involved. It didn’t bother you, not at first. You made it work. Arthur was a big advocate for ‘self-care’, and so there were a few times where you’d taken matters into your own hands together, both of you spread out on your shared bed, gazes locked on each other as you worked yourselves to orgasm. It was good. It was also, however, a temporary fix. You couldn’t deny that you loved watching as Arthur stroked himself to the sight of you, your own hand busying itself between your thighs, spreading your slick around your clit in tight circles until your thighs shook - but it just wasn’t enough.
You’d never considered yourself particularly needy, but it seemed that Arthur unlocked parts of you that you’d had no idea existed. Whenever you were around him, every little thing set you off. Even something so simple as him opening a bottle of water for you, his ringed hand gripping tight around the neck, the veins flexing in his hands, and you were done for. Or you’d catch a whiff of his cologne as he breezed past, and you’d find yourself squeezing your thighs together against the sudden heat you found between them. Your body craved him, but you just weren’t sure how to get there. It was as if there was a barrier between you, an insurmountable wall preventing you from getting what you wanted.
Arthur largely didn’t talk about sex with you. Not that he didn’t talk about it full stop - he was a man, after all. He was more than comfortable letting filthy jokes and innuendos falling from his mouth when he was with his friends, and had no shame in leaning into the jokes they made. But, aside from your little trysts in the bedroom when the ache got to be too much, it was as if it didn’t exist. Days turned into weeks turned into months, with nothing past kisses to sate you. Normally, going without sex wouldn’t be an issue for you, but again, Arthur was different. You’d never felt like this with anyone else, never experienced such a deep attraction to not only him, but his personality. His kindness and endless generosity only served to make him all the more attractive to you, which in recent months had turned into your whole being craving your boyfriend in that more intimate way, a deep-seated need to have him know you like no one else had bothered much to care about. You’d had sex in the past, sure, but it had always been with guys who had been more concerned about their own pleasure and the bragging rights of saying they’d fucked you, never about you.
You wanted Arthur to know you. You wanted it so badly it scared you. And you were almost certain that he did too.
So, you made the executive decision to breach the subject first. A bold move that you would never have had the confidence to make even three months ago. Arthur had, once again, brought out the best in you.
You chose a day where neither of you were particularly busy, wanting to make sure you did this right. It was going to be a difficult conversation, but you told yourself you were prepared for any outcome. You loved Arthur, and he loved you. You could make it work.
It started slowly. You didn’t want to spook him. You were perched in his lap once more, your lips moving together over and over as you kissed, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths in a rhythm that had your head spinning. Just as you felt Arthur’s hands drift downwards, his inevitable pull away from you looming on the horizon, you decided now was your moment to strike. Your hands drifted down from where they’d been wrapped around Arthurs’ neck to where his hands now rested lightly on your waist, gripping his wrists to keep him in place.
He blinked up at you, eyes wide and dazed with lust as he looked up at you, trying to understand what was happening. You sat back on his lap, and you didn’t miss the way his hips twitched slightly at the sudden added pressure on his cock, which you could feel was beginning to harden against your thigh.
‘Arthur, can we talk for a second?’ You asked, voice gentle and calm. Arthur swallowed, blinking rapidly as he processed your words. His hands dropped from your waist, settling on his thighs as he focused on you, nodding slowly.
‘Yeah, of course. What’s up?’ He asked, the nerves in his voice apparent as he spoke. Your heart melted a little as you looked at him, at the earnestness and nervousness you saw swimming in his eyes. You reached out to cup his cheek, gently rubbing your thumb over the soft skin as you carefully climbed off of him to address him properly. You figured that having you sat in his lap might not be entirely fair for this conversation. You wanted him to be honest, swayed by nothing but his own thoughts and feelings. You took a deep breath before speaking, your heart pounding in your chest.
‘Is there a reason you always pull away when we’re doing this?’ You asked. Arthur froze, eyes widening like a deer in headlights. His mouth opened, closed again, then opened as he tried to figure out what to say. He wasn’t expecting this conversation to happen so soon - he’d known, deep down, that it was bound to come up sooner or later, but he’d thought he’d at least have a little more time to think, to prepare what it is he was actually going to say.
He wasn’t ashamed to be a virgin, that wasn’t it. Okay, maybe he was a little ashamed. He couldn’t help it. It was hard not to, especially in a society like this one, where it was practically expected that men would have had sex before they were his age, or generally have done literally anything else apart from making out and over-the-pants stuff. It was an ugly part of him, tucked away in the back of his mind, only to come out during late nights or lonely days on tour when he didn’t have you to comfort him.
‘No-no, I- I just, I never-’ He stuttered, his cheeks flushing bright red as he scrambled to reassure you. You shushed him quietly, silencing his rambling as you reached out to take one of his hands, holding it gently in yours as you stroked your thumbs over the soft skin.
‘Arthur, it’s okay, love. I’m not mad at you, not at all. I just want to know if I’m making you uncomfortable, is all.’ You said. Arthur immediately shook his head, curls flopping wildly with the movement.
‘No, it’s not- it’s not you, I promise. It’s just- I’ve never- never done this before. Like- sex, I mean. And I just don’t want to mess it up with you because you’re just- you’re so special to me, so I just sort of- sort of leave before I have the opportunity to make any mistakes, you know?’ He said in a rush, his words blurring into each other as he rapidly tried to explain himself, his hands flying as he gestured. You just watched, nodding along, his words effectively stunning you into silence.
‘You’ve never had sex before?’ You said, cutting off his rant. Arthur’s mouth snapped shut, his gaze dropping to his lap as he fidgeted with his rings.
‘Well- no. I’ve done, like, other stuff. But no- no, I’ve never- actually….y’know.’ He said, pointedly keeping his gaze fixed on the ground as he admitted his secret. It was your turn to be stunned, words failing you as you processed his words.
‘Do you want to?’
Your question sliced through the tension between you, the silence suddenly deafening as it landed heavily between you. You waited for Arthur’s response, mentally flicking through the appropriate replies you could give for any possible answer.
‘It’s okay if you don’t, by the way. Like, ever, if that’s what you want.’ You added quickly, your heart skipping a beat as you had the sudden realisation. Arthur’s eyebrows shot up, confusion written clearly on his face. He hadn’t even considered that. His chest felt tight at the open earnestness on your face, your eyes wide and genuine as you regarded him, hands folded in your lap and idly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
Arthur shook his head, making a noise of disagreement as he opened his mouth to speak.
‘No, no, I do want to, it’s not like that. I’d- I’d love to make you feel good. I just- I don’t really know how.’ He said. You huffed out a small laugh, the noise drawing Arthur’s attention, his head finally lifting to shoot you a curious look as you shifted on the couch.
‘What, you’ve never made a girl cum?’ You asked. The crude language had Arthur’s cheeks burning, more so as he slowly shook his head. Shame curled low in his gut at your answering laugh, though it was quickly cut off. You composed yourself, reaching out once more to take his hand into yours, patting it gently in apology.
‘Sorry, baby. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just- you’re you. Singers usually get all the girls, don’t they?’ You asked. Arthur relaxed a little at your conversational tone, leaning back slightly against the couch cushions, dragging his free hand through his hair.
‘Yeah, you’d think so, wouldn’t you? But no- it’s just- it’s not a choice, I mean. I have like, done other stuff, but I’ve usually been on the- on the receiving end, if you know what I mean. Wait no- that sounds bad- I mean, like, the people just got bored before I could do anything in return, you know?’ He said. You nodded along, rubbing soothing circles on his hand as he talked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling - he knew if he looked you in the eye right now, he’d probably start crying. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to someone about this, or even been this vulnerable in general. It was new. It was kind of exhilarating.
‘Hm, okay, I get it. So you’ve just done like, what, hand stuff then?’ You asked. You knew your words were probably just a tad too crass, but you figured it was the best way to sort this out, if he knew exactly what you were talking about. Arthur nodded again, gesturing vaguely.
‘Yeah, pretty much. But, like I said, I’ve normally been the one receiving, so….’ He trailed off, letting his hand fall back onto the couch. You squeezed his hand reassuringly, humming in agreement.
‘I get it, it’s okay. I’m just trying to figure out where you stand with all this stuff. Like, so I know what I need to help you with. If you want, of course.’ You told him. Arthur’s head whipped up, his gaze locking with yours for the first time since this conversation started. His head spun, a million different scenarios of what you could possibly mean running through his head at breakneck speed
‘Help me? How?’ He asked, incredulous. You smiled, tilting your head to the side, letting your expression do the work. You heard Arthur inhale shakily as it finally clicked for him. He shifted slightly on the couch, thighs pressing together as he sat up straighter.
‘You’d- you’d do that?’ He asked, clearing his throat against the sudden tightness he found there. His heart hammered erratically against his ribcage as he processed what you were insinuating. You nodded, tracing your fingers over the back of his hand in slow circles, your light touch sending fireworks bursting under his skin, every nerve alight with anticipation.
‘Of course. If that’s what you want, too, of course. I mean- do you want that? With me?’ You asked, pulse jumping with a sudden spike of anxiety, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop it. It was Arthur’s turn to laugh, a small huff of disbelief escaping him. He reached out to you, winding an arm around your shoulders before pulling you into him, tucking you against his side.
‘Love, I genuinely want nothing more in life than to make you happy. I would love for you to teach me how to make you feel good. I definitely want that with you- God, I want it so badly sometimes that I can’t think. I want you. All of you.’ He said, swallowing thickly as he rest his head against the top of yours. Your heart squeezed at his words, paired with a flash of heat as his voice dropped slightly with the admission, taking on a gravelly tone that had your cunt throbbing.
‘I want you too, Arthur. So bad. Jesus- so fucking bad. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I just like- I feel like I’m in fucking heat or something whenever I’m around you.’ You said. Arthur laughed for real this time, the sound bursting out of him as he shook with laughter.
‘Oh, well, we can’t have that, can we? Best get to teaching then, hm?’ He said, reaching down to land a firm smack on your ass. You gasped, swatting at his thighs.
‘Shut up! And no, not yet. We still have things to talk about.’ You said, grumbling slightly at the resounding sting leftover from his palm. Arthur groaned in annoyance, dragging his palm over his face.
‘What do we have to talk about? Surely it’s just like, you teach me and then I do it, right?’ He said. You sighed softly, wriggling out of his grip to sit up properly once again.
‘Well, in principle, yeah. But like, you don’t really know what you like, do you? So, we need to talk about that. The last thing I want to do is do something you don’t like or don’t want, or something that ends up hurting you.’ You explained. Arthur considered this for a moment, before nodding.
‘Okay. Well, that makes sense I guess. But how do I know what I like if I’ve never done it before?’ He asked. You shifted slightly, shoving all images of Arthur spread out on your bed as you tested him over and over to see what made him tick, saving them away for a later date.
‘Well, either we can pull up a list or something and you can look and see what takes your fancy from that. Or,’ You paused, gauging his reaction, watching as his brows furrowed minutely. His eyes were blown slightly, a thin ring of soft brown surrounding his pupils, his breath coming in short breaths as he tried as hard as he could to pretend that talking about all this wasn’t affecting him as much as it was.
‘Or?’ The word was barely a breath, filled with anticipation and barely-disguised lust.
‘Or, we can use a more….hands-on approach to finding what you like.’ You finished, cunt throbbing more insistently now as you caught a glimpse of the slowly hardening shape of Arthur’s cock in his slacks.
‘Does that sound like something you’d like to do?’
Honestly, Arthur couldn’t think of anything else he’d like to do more than that. His mind immediately filled with images of you on top of him, underneath him, a variety of objects and words held in your hands or whispered in his ear. He shivered slightly at the phantom sensation, fisting his hand in the couch to stop himself from reaching down to give his cock a squeeze.
‘Yeah- yeah, I think- I think that’s something I’d like to do.’ He answered. You raised your eyebrows, noting his clenched fist with a faint touch of amusement. If it was this easy to work him up just with a conversation, the rest of your endeavours were bound to be interesting.
‘You think? Or you know? I need you to be sure, baby.’ You clarified gently. Arthur just nodded, knuckles white as he gripped the arm of the couch.
‘I know. I want this- want you. Please.’ He said breathlessly. Heat bloomed low in your gut at the admission, especially as the faint edge of a whine overtook his voice. Your eyes fluttered closed briefly, quelling the urge to just climb into his lap and fuck him stupid then and there. You slowly sat up straight, brushing your hair behind your ears, fixing Arthur with a gaze that made his heart skip a beat, burning heat boring into him as you regarded him.
arthur hill: renowned musician, youtuber and influencer, has a secret - he's still a virgin. but when he meets you, his dream girl, he finds himself suddenly thrown in the deep end of uncharted waters. thankfully, you're proving to be a more than effective teacher. if arthur is willing to listen, that is.
pairing: arthur hill x reader
series warnings: 18+, smut and fluff, swearing, p in v, fingering f receiving, oral f receiving and mentions of m receiving - specific warnings will be included at the top of each new chapter, so look out for those
a/n: welcome to my first ever fic series! this concept lowkey came to me in a vision, so please do bear with me as i navigate writing a multi-chapter series. there will be a mix of smut and fluff, and each chapter will be added to this masterlist upon its release :)
SERIES MASTERLIST:
chapter one: revelations
chapter two: atlas
chapter three: sweet understanding
taglist: @zo-05 @finchytv @mangoicecreamx @mattsfrenchtoast @themdera @lenneyswhore @peachmd @ghostwrittenbygrace @sillybilly4sillybilly @theoreticallythe @trainsleeper @georgesclarkey - lmk if you want to be added! x
If you’re willing to can you possibly write fiancé!will headcannons bc I agree he’s put a ROCK on his Mrs’ finger xx
oh i ABSOLUTELY am willing to!! and thank you to this lovely anon for being my first ask!
anyways.
FIANCE!WILL <3
- spent literally months ring shopping. like it had to be PERFECT for you. went down rabbit holes like you wouldn't believe looking at specific cuts and ways to set the diamond
- always knew he wanted to give you something big and shiny. sue him, he's a little possessive, and so the idea of other men being able to see you're taken from a mile away sends a little thrill through him
- speaking of possessiveness, let's just say it ramps up once you say yes. everywhere you two go, he's holding your hand, making sure everyone can see what he could afford to give you. he always makes sure your nails are done to complement the ring no matter how much it costs
- constantly refers to you as his 'missus' despite you two not even being married yet because he's just so excited
- way more invested in wedding planning than you'd think. he's got at least four or five different pinterest boards for flower arrangements, colour schemes, food ideas, you name it
- talks about you like all the time. always bringing you up like 'yeah my mrs said...' or 'my fiancée really likes that brand...' because he just has to get the word out that you, you, agreed to marry him
- if girls try to flirt with him, he's past the point of trying to be nice. he fixes them with a glare, forces a little roughness into his broad geordie accent, and tells them to 'piss off, i'm engaged'
- has you and the ring as his lock screen so every time he picks it up he has a reminder of what's to come, and everytime someone else uses his phone, they get to see what he has and they don't <3
nsfw warning!
- lowk obsessed with saying his vows in bed. mumbling 'i take you...' while fucking you, then stopping until you say your part, him coaxing you like 'cmon darling, say 'i take you, will', you can do it'
- after you say yes, let's just say you two are not leaving that hotel room for a LONG time....
summary: as promised, you and arthur are on a mission to find out what he likes
warnings: 18+, smut, praise and degradation, sex toys, oral m receiving, discussions of sex, slight bondage, mentions of pegging, sub!arthur generally, consent is sexy people, mentions of orgasm control
wc: 6.7k (oops)
a/n: welcome to chapter two! the slow burn begins
Arthur doesn’t think he’s ever been more ready for anything in his entire life.
Ever since you two had had that talk, it was as if a dam had broke inside of him. With the possibility of finally being able to touch you and feel you, guided by your careful hands and instructions hanging over his head, he felt like a teenager again. Everything you did got him going - it was like you’d said during that conversation, it was like he was in heat.
To make matters worse, the two of you had suddenly been swept up in a whirlwind of work - Arthur busying himself with promotion for his new song and the group channel that he often wondered why he was still a part of when it ended up with him being dunked in the Thames, and you with brand deals and your own work, meaning that you barely saw each other, let alone had time to begin Arthur’s lessons. To his credit, though, he didn’t push it, though you could see on his face and in his body language just how desperate he was.
Now that he’d gotten the go-ahead that sex was on the cards between you two, he was bolder. His touches lingered when he’d squeeze past you in the kitchen, his hands gripping your hips for just a beat too long before he moved past. His kisses, once sweet and chaste unless you were actively making out, were now backed with an element of heat that left you breathless after even just one kiss. He got bolder in terms of behaviour, as well. Now that it was getting hotter, he often forwent wearing a shirt entirely, wandering around the house with those tattoos he knew drove you crazy on full display. Often, he’d come out of the shower with his hair still dripping, curls sleek and shiny in the sun as they dried into a frizz that framed his adorable face perfectly.
You knew he was doing it on purpose. He wasn’t subtle in the slightest. Whenever he did something even remotely risqué, he’d glance at you nervously to check your reaction. He didn’t even seem to notice that he was doing it, unconsciously seeking your approval. It was adorable, and it bode well for helping you figure out the type of things that he liked. But you let him, for the sake of building his own confidence. It was important that he was sure of himself before you started doing anything for real, you didn’t want to run the risk of letting his insecurities win before you’d even started.
It had now been two weeks since that talk, and Arthur was clinging on for dear life. The anticipation was killing him - every night, all he could think about was what you were going to do to him.
His mind was filled with a million different scenarios of all types. You’d done some ‘shopping’ a few days ago, shielding your laptop from his view as you bought what he could only assume was things for his first ‘lesson’. That alone had him spiralling, imagining all the different types of toys you could have bought to use on him. Maybe, when he was more experienced, he’d ask you to fuck him, just to see what it felt like.
Arthur pretended not to notice the numerous packages arriving at your doorstep over the next few days, watching as you whisked them away to ‘hide’ at the top of your wardrobe. Out of dual respect for you and his slightly masochistic urge to make himself wait, he left them be, resisting the urge to tear into the packages when you weren’t home. You’d check on them often, making sure they hadn’t been tampered with, flashing Arthur a dazzling smile that had his heart fluttering when you realised he hadn’t touched them.
It was nearing the three week mark after your conversation when you were finally able to breathe - your workload lessening up as you completed your last brand deal, and the endless stream of emails stopped. Arthur was practically buzzing as you slammed your laptop closed, tossing it (carefully) to the side as you dragged your hands through your hair, sighing loudly.
‘Fuck me, if I have to answer another email ever again, I’m going to kill someone.’ You groaned, massaging your temples, a dull ache forming behind your eyes from staring at the screen for hours on end. Arthur let out a soft huff from where he was sat next to you, slowly closing his own laptop where he’d been editing the latest Friends From Work video. The video could wait, for now, editing quickly forgotten as he realised he had your full attention for the first time in nearly a month.
‘I hate to break it to you, babe, but I’m afraid it’s your job.’ He replied, laughing outwardly at the death glare you shot him, your arm whipping out to whack him with one of the many throw pillows you insisted on having on the couches. He yelped, flinching away from the impact, grinning widely.
‘Shut up, don’t remind me. Jesus, I’m so glad that’s done. I can actually do stuff I want to do now.’ You said, letting go of the pillow as Arthur tugged it out of your grip and replaced it on the couch. He smiled softly as you rest your head against the back of the couch, watching him fondly.
‘Yeah, you’re free now. What are you going to do first with your newfound freedom?’ He asked. You didn’t miss the wistful tone lining his words, and you smiled to yourself. Arthur hadn’t been shy about his neediness, or his desire to learn from you - a few times he’d asked, but you’d had to decline, being up to your ears in corporate emails and general lack of will to live. He’d taken it like a champ, though, nodding earnestly and backing up when you asked him to, turning his attention to other things in the meantime. You supposed it was time to indulge him, especially when he’d been so patient.
‘Hm, I can think of something I might like to do. I think there’s a very patient man in this room who deserves a reward for waiting so long, don’t you think?’ You said, reaching out to trail your fingers up Arthur’s forearm. His breath stuttered at your touch, cock twitching in his trousers.
‘Yeah- yeah, I think so.’ He replied, already breathless with want. You smiled again, your fingers dancing along the exposed skin of his bicep before reaching up to toy with the feathery ends of his curls. Arthur let out a shaky breath as goosebumps skittered down his spine.
‘What do you say then, love? Ready to learn?’ You asked. Arthur nodded immediately, and you would’ve laughed at his eagerness if you weren’t in a similar situation yourself. You stood up, offering him your hand, which he took at once. His palm was warm and rough against yours, slightly slick with sweat as his nerves started to ramp up. You slowly walked hand in hand to your shared room, where you ushered him towards the bed.
‘Sit. I’m just going to grab a few things, okay?’ You directed, pointing to the centre of the bed. Arthur dutifully crawled into place, sitting with his legs tucked up to his thighs as you made your way over to the wardrobe, reaching up to grab the packages you’d been storing away for this precise moment. Arthur swallowed thickly at the sight of them, squirming slightly in place, hot need already pulsing through his body, his cock hardening involuntarily against his thigh, the material of his boxers already starting to become damp with precum.
‘Okay, baby. I bought a few things for us to try out. We don’t have to use them all, or any of them, if that’s what you want. You’re completely in control here, okay? Anything you don’t like or aren’t sure of, tell me, and we can either stop or try again later. Understand?’ You explained, setting the boxes down one by one on the edge of the bed. Arthur nodded, dragging a nervous hand through his hair, brushing some stray curls out of his face.
‘Words, baby.’ You prompted gently, watching as Arthur’s face flushed pink, a pretty blush decorating his cheeks as he cleared his throat.
‘Yes- yes, got it. I’ll say.’ He said, fisting the fabric of his trousers in a valiant attempt to retain any semblance of sentience and control he had left as you started to unpack the boxes. He wasn’t completely clueless, thank goodness, and so was quite easily able to identify the items you pulled out.
‘There’s nothing outrageous here, I promise. We can work up to that, if you want. This is just a few things to get us started, okay?’ You explained, holding up each item for him to look at, occasionally passing it to him if he wanted to have a closer look. Arthur accepted each with shaking hands, turning them over in his palm.
A vibrator, a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of lube. This last one forced a surprised noise out of him, his eyes darting up to meet yours. You shook your head slightly, smiling at his confusion.
‘It’s just to help things along. Don’t worry, we’re not quite there yet.’ You said, catching his wordless question. He seemed to relax at that, setting the bottle down and shuffling back into his place at the centre of the bed. You hummed appreciatively at his obedience, shoving the objects to the side and climbing onto the bed yourself, manoeuvring Arthur to sit up against the headboard while you straddled him, carefully resting your weight on his upper thighs.
‘Ready baby? I’ll go slow, okay?’ You murmured, reaching up to brush some hair out of his eyes. He nodded, pupils already blown wide as he looked up at you. You let his lack of vocal response slide for now, slowly lowering your head until your breath fanned over his mouth. Arthur’s eyes lit up. He knew this part.
He tilted his head up to capture your lips with his, some of the tightness in his chest loosening at the familiar feeling. Your mouth opened easily for him, and you lost yourself in the rhythm of the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it and smiling against his lips as you felt him gasp softly.
When you pulled away for breath, Arthur chased your mouth desperately, not wanting to have even an inch of space between you. His hands came up to grip the back of your head, pressing your mouth harder to his as he licked into your mouth. It was messy, hot and perfect, your boyfriend diving back in to kiss you when you separated for breath, unable to go even a single second without the feeling of his lips against yours. Your breath mingled in the small space between you, the room suddenly unbearably hot as you shifted in Arthur’s lap, groaning slightly at the feeling of the thick outline of him against your ass.
His hands roamed your body, bolder now, dragging down the curve of your back to palm tentatively at your ass. A gasp left your mouth as he squeezed roughly, his cock twitching in time against your thigh as he continued to grope you. They slid around your waist until he tugged at the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss to look up at you, eyes wide and glazed with lust. You nodded, sitting back to help him pull your shirt off.
Almost immediately, his gaze dropped to your lace-covered tits, his lips parting slightly in awe as he looked you over.
‘Like what you see?’ You teased softly, leaning back slightly to push your chest out even more, smiling as Arthur let out a quiet whine.
‘Yeah- fuck, you’re- you’re really pretty.’ He said, sounding almost shy.
‘You wanna touch them?’ The question wasn’t even out of your mouth before Arthur’s hands were leaving your ass and coming up to cup your tits, his thumbs flicking gently over your nipples over the lace. The jolt of pleasure forced a small moan out of you, especially as Arthur continued to play with your tits, massaging the soft flesh and pinching at your nipples, rolling them through the lace.
‘Can I- can I take it off?’ He asked, pulling on the straps of your bra. You nodded again, reaching around to help him after he fumbled with the clasp a few times, the delicate garment dropping onto the sheets with a whisper as you were left topless in front of your boyfriend.
Arthur was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven at this point. You looked like an angel on top of him, your hair fanned out in waves across your shoulders, your bare chest in front of him, your pretty, gorgeous face smiling down with open love at him. He reached out slowly, almost reverently, until his hands made contact with your chest.
You leant down to once more capture Arthur’s lips with your own, letting him get his fill of you as he continued to amuse himself with your tits, alternating between squeezing them and running his fingertips gently over the skin. You gripped his hands gently, guiding them to draw gentle circles over your nipples in a way that had your cunt throbbing between your thighs. His breath stuttered as your back arched into the sensation, his wide eyes watching you carefully as he repeated the motion, swallowing thickly when you hummed in approval.
He was almost fully hard beneath you, a wet spot slowly forming where the leaking head of him rested against his thigh, staining the fabric of his boxers. He was already so wired, every little touch of your hand or mouth against his heated skin sending sparks of pleasure straight to his cock, causing it to throb even harder in his boxers, leaking more steadily now as you kissed him. Sure, you’d kissed before, but this felt entirely different. It was purposeful now, the way your lips moved against his, your tongue sliding over his in a soothing rhythm as your tits pressed softly against his chest, the warmth of your skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. It felt raw and vulnerable and different, and if Arthur had ever had any doubts about you before, they were all but dust in the wind now as he held you close to him. He knew that now he had you like this, now that you were going to help him face this part of him that had been the source of so much insecurity for him for so long, there was no chance in hell that he was ever letting you go.
Breaking the kiss, you began to trail your lips down his jaw and neck, listening out for the spots that made him moan the loudest. You sucked on the sensitive skin, dragging your teeth carefully across his pulse point, heat spreading through you as he let out pathetic little moans and whines. He was panting now, mouth hanging open as he watched you helplessly as you made your way down his body. Your tongue occasionally flicked out to lick a stripe across the skin, tasting the salt and heat of him as his pulse rabbited under the onslaught of your mouth. Your hands drifted down to the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up until it exposed his stomach.
Shifting off his thighs to kneel in between his legs, you kissed down the exposed flesh, watching in awe as the tattooed skin flexed and trembled under the new sensation. Arthur sucked in his stomach as you pressed a flurry of kisses down his sternum and across the sensitive skin over his ribs, pausing every so often to trace the tip of your tongue around the edge of one of his tattoos before sinking your teeth into the flesh, checking every time you did so to make sure he was enjoying it. Arthur would nod every time, some small part of him giddy at the thought of being covered in little marks from you in places only he could see.
Arthur’s hand flew to rest on the top of your head as you kissed lower, nosing at the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his trousers, before dipping lower to mouth over the shape of him through his trousers.
‘Fuck- oh my God-’ The curse burst from him before he could stop it, his hand tightening its grip in your hair as you traced your tongue over the head of him. Sharp pleasure coursed through him at the sensation, his whole body alight with the unfamiliar feeling.
‘Good?’ You lifted your head, tilting it to the side as you regarded him. You stifled a moan as you looked at him.
He looked absolutely ruined. His eyelashes were already stuck together in clumps from the tears forming at his waterline, his eyes shiny and glassy with pleasure and restlessness as his hips tilted up into the soft press of your mouth as you kissed across the length, smiling as you felt it twitch and throb beneath you. His cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, his mouth parted slightly as he breathed in and out raggedly, his tongue darting out every so often to lick his lips until they were shiny with spit.
‘Yeah- ‘m good. Just- fuck, feels really good.’ He said, voice high and thready, a whine on the tip of his tongue as he spoke, nodding frantically. You just smiled, lowering your head once more to ghost your lips over the length of him. Arthur let out a broken moan, hips thrusting up instinctively into the sensation. Your hands came up to rest on his hips, pushing him down to keep him where you wanted him as you continued to work him, the material of his trousers now turning dark with your spit, the shape of him prominent through the soaked fabric, his hand tightening in your hair until it was almost painful. You made a little noise, pulling slightly against his hold.
‘Keep still, baby. Unless you want to try the cuffs?’ You asked. Arthur’s cock leaped in his pants, a wordless confirmation. You met his gaze anyway, pausing your ministrations long enough to give him space to breathe before he answered.
‘Uh- mhm, yes- please. Can we try?’ He managed to get out in between heavy breaths. You nodded, jerking your chin towards the box, signalling for him to go for it. He reached out with shaky hands, pulling them out and holding them out to you. The genuine trust the gesture hold had your stomach swooping deliciously, pleasure settling sweet and heady in your core as you gently reached up to hold Arthur’s hands against the headboard. You clicked the cuffs around one wrist before looping it through the slats until you could wrap it around the other, giving him just enough room to wiggle around or slip out if he really needed to.
‘Okay? Not too tight?” You asked, shuffling carefully back down until you were prone between his thighs once more. Arthur made a noise of agreement, tugging experimentally on the cuffs. Something deep inside him preened at the restraints, some dark side of him revelling in the idea that he was now completely at your mercy, free to do whatever you liked to him. The thought forced a deep groan out of him, his hands balling up into fists as they grasped uselessly at the air.
‘What about this?’ You asked, holding up the blindfold. Arthur bit his lip, considering it for a minute. The concept was exciting to him, but he didn’t think he wanted to be quite so completely at your mercy. Plus, that needy, wriggling feeling inside him hadn’t settled, and he wanted to see your face as you took him apart piece by piece. He shook his head.
You nodded, placing it back down on the bed before settling back in between his thighs.
‘You like it?’ You asked, voice low and quiet in the careful calm you’d constructed between you. Arthur’s gaze snapped to where you’d now lowered your head once more to where you were once again tracing your lips up the length of him, pausing every time you reached the head to suck softly through the material, the added pressure making his eyes roll back into his head. He was surprised he’d lasted this long already - the teasing presses of your mouth and the sound of your voice drawing him embarrassingly close to the edge, and you hadn’t even properly touched him yet.
‘Yeah, love it. Love that you- you can do what you want.’ He said. Your eyebrows raised slightly at his boldness. It appeared he was taking to this whole exploration thing rather quickly.
‘You do? That’s good to know, baby. I’ll keep that in mind. Such a good boy for me, letting me do what I want to help you feel good and being so honest with me. Doing so well for me, Arthur.’ You said, taking pity on him now as he let out a loud whine in response, reaching up to free him from the confines of his trousers, deftly undoing his belt and pulling his trousers and boxers down in one go, leaving him exposed to you. His cock jumped, leaking precum steadily as it slapped against his lower stomach, the contact punching another moan out of him.
You wasted no time in taking him into your hand, wrapping your hand firmly around him. Arthur let out a guttural moan, hips thrusting up into your grip before he could stop himself. Your soft hand felt like heaven wrapped around him, so different from the rough skin of his own palm. He felt drunk - his head spinning and mind reeling with the wealth of sensations, his whole world narrowing down to where you’d started to slowly pump your hand up and down, palm slick with the precum he’d been steadily leaking since you first kissed him. His breath came out in pants and whines in time with the movement of your hand, hips thrusting forward to meet you on every downstroke. You didn’t stop him, entranced by the sight of him spread out like an angel, using you to make himself feel good. This was what he was familiar with, and yet it felt entirely new - it felt like someone was touching him for the first time, the gentle drag of your palm as you stroked over the head of him cracking through his whole body, breaking him apart until hot pleasure flooded his every nerve.
‘Jesus, look at you, Arthur. So wet for me already- fuck. Can I taste you? Make you feel even better?’ The words were only just out of your mouth when Arthur let out a loud whine, canting his hips up in a silent plea, his eyes wide and glassy as he nodded dopily, his hands clenched where they’d grabbed the headboard for purchase. You shot him a wink before lowering your head, sucking the tip of him into your mouth. You wanted to start slow, knowing now how easily he got overwhelmed. You were thinking that you’d let him get used to the feel of your mouth, the sensation of your tongue dancing across the ridges and veins of him before you took him further into your mouth, letting him test the waters by fucking shallowly into your mouth at his own pace and maybe, if he felt brave, you’d take him all the way.
What you weren’t expecting was the moment your lips closed around the head of him, for cum to hit the back of your throat in irregular bursts, Arthur letting out a high, broken whine that sounded so fucking pathetic you clenched around nothing as his hips lifted to chase the sensation of your warm, slick mouth, his cock twitching wildly as he came. You blinked in surprise, swallowing instinctively around him, something that made him moan again as the muscles of your throat and mouth flexed around him. You pulled off quickly, noting with a faint touch of amusement that he was still hard where his cock now rest against his lower stomach.
You sat back on your haunches, wiping your mouth of the stray drops that hadn’t quite made it into your mouth, watching as he came down from his high, a fond smile on your face.
Arthur was too out of it to even register what had just happened - his head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes screwed shut and chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily in the aftershocks of his orgasm. You let him take his time, instead amusing yourself by tracing lightly over the tattoo in the middle of his chest and down the sides of his stomach, loving the way the ink twisted with each deep breath.
‘Shit- I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-’ Arthur said suddenly, breaking the lazy silence as his head whipped up, cheeks flaming bright red with embarrassment as the reality of what had just happened set in, something in his hazy mind connecting the fact that you were no longer touching him with the fact that he felt really, really good approximately a minute and a half ago.
‘Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s your first time, love. It was bound to happen.’ You were quick to reassure him, especially when you saw tears begin to collect at his waterline, threatening to spill over as he frantically rambled his apologies. He shook his head, turning to bury his nose in the crook of his shoulder to avoid your gaze. His heart pounded with shame and guilt at having ruined things so early on.
‘I honestly- I didn’t mean to. I was trying to- to last. It just felt so good, I couldn’t-’ He rambled, voice beginning to shake as his chest shook with barely contained sobs, tears dripping down his rolling down his flushed cheeks until they splashed onto his chest. He sniffed pathetically as he tried to contain himself, swallowing around the uncomfortable tightness in his throat. You clicked your tongue, moving from where you were sat between his thighs to slide yourself underneath him, quickly undoing the handcuffs as you pulled him back towards you until his back rested against your chest. You held him close to you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head.
‘Shh, it’s okay, my love. That was your first time, yeah?’ You asked, your heart clenching a little at his nod, his chest still heaving with irregular breaths and sobs as he attempted to calm his racing heart. ‘Then it’s alright, it’s normal, I promise. You wanna stop?’ You finished, brushing your fingers gently through his curls, laughing to yourself when you felt more than saw him shake his head vigorously. You snuck a quick look over his shoulder at his cock, heat pulsing through you as you realised that he was still hard, the dripping length of him resting heavily against his thigh, flushed all manner of reds and pinks and twitching slightly in the cold air of your bedroom.
‘Mm-mm- wanna keep going, please. If that’s okay.’ He said. Nodding your head, you shifted the two of you slightly until you were sat up straighter, bringing your hand up to Arthur’s mouth.
‘Of course, angel, anything you want. Spit.’ You ordered. Arthur hesitated for a moment, before doing what you asked. You hummed in approval, letting a few words of praise fall from your mouth as you reached for his cock once more, watching as it jerked in response to your words and the sudden sensation of your warm hand surrounding him once more. He squirmed under your touch as you stroked him slowly, coaxing him back to full hardness. Mewls and whines forced their way out of him as you worked him, every sense heightened from his previous orgasm.
Just as you were getting lost in the rhythm, thinking vaguely of any of the other things you’d brought for you and Arthur that you could use, when you felt a tentative pat on your arm. You paused, grip still wrapped loosely around him as you blinked back into reality.
‘Mm? You want something, baby?’
‘Yeah- um- I liked it when you- when you were making fun of me a bit, earlier. Can you- could you do it again?’ He asked, voice tentative and shy as he screwed his eyes shut, not able to even consider looking you in the eye as he spoke. Your mouth dropped open slightly, a surge of pure want powering through your entire body before settling in your core to make your clit throb insistently against the drenched material of your panties, a dizzying mix of lust and pure shock coursing through your mind.
‘Jesus- okay, yeah, of course, baby. ‘Course I can.’ You said, shaking your head quickly to dispel the fog of lust as you refocused on Arthur, your heart skipping multiple beats as you resumed your rhythm, stunned nearly into silence at the boldness of your sweet, virgin boyfriend telling you that he liked it when you were mean to him.
‘I still- still liked it when you called me good, though.’ He added, gasping softly as you ran your thumb over the head of him, spreading the dripping precum over the flushed slit. You hummed in agreement, leaning forward to pull Arthur flush against your stomach to give you better access, sliding your foot under his leg to hook it over his ankle, keeping his legs spread for you as you began to pump him faster.
‘Yeah? You like being my good boy, Arthur?’
He nodded frantically, hips canting up irregularly into your hand - a jerky, faltering rhythm that made your heart squeeze with a dizzying mixture of want and pity. It was clear he’d never done that before, body working solely off of the base instinct of ‘that feels good, I want more of that’. His grip was iron around your other wrist, nails digging into you as you spoke against the shell of his ear.
‘I can see, baby. You’re already so wet for me again, and you just came- Jesus, so desperate for me, aren’t you? Poor thing couldn’t even last a minute but you’re still all ready to go for me, yeah? Fuck- you looked so pathetic just now, baby, made me so fucking wet- all teary and flushed because you came even when I’d barely touched you- was so hot.’ You were rambling now, all the thoughts that had been building up over the past hour or so falling out of your mouth unchecked as you stroked him, alternating between tight, fast strokes that had him gasping and fucking up desperately into your hand and long, slow strokes that had his thighs trembling and stomach flexing.
‘I’m sorry- sorry, ’s just- felt so good-’ Arthur tried, but his head tipped back against your collarbone in a loud moan as you squeezed the head of him tighter, almost painfully, pinching cruelly just to see what would happen. Judging by Arthur’s expanse of tattoos, you’d made an educated guess that his pain tolerance was higher than normal.
‘Fuck- yes, please- oh my God. Feels so good-’ He gasped, cock jerking violently in your grip. You quickly let go, not wanting him to come just yet. Arthur let out a mournful groan, hips grinding upwards into thin air, chasing the lingering sensation of your hand.
‘Yeah? Feels good when I hurt you, angel? What about this?’ You asked, hand leaving his cock to rest on the soft skin of his lower stomach. You gave him a second to follow the movement before you were dragging your nails over the skin, digging in just enough to leave a line of red welts. The sound that exploded from your boyfriend was nothing short of pornographic, his mouth dropping open in an ‘o’ as his cock twitched rapidly.
‘Oh my God- please, please, please- need you- please touch me again- fuck.’ He babbled, reaching out blindly to grab your hand, trying his hardest to pull it back to where he needed you the most. You wrenched your hand out of his grip, reaching instead for the vibrator that was resting against your thigh.
‘Patience, Arthur. Christ- so fucking needy. Be patient, baby.’ You reprimanded, smiling to yourself as you felt him settle, albeit restlessly. His hands came to rest on your thighs, fingers twitching and squeezing at the soft skin.
‘Gonna try this out now, okay? I think you’ll like it, it feels really good. Especially when you haven’t been touched in a while. Whenever I use mine after I haven’t in a bit, it makes me come really fucking hard- you’ve seen it, right? Wonder what you’ll look like when you come using this- think you’ll look really pretty, baby.’ You said, holding it up so he could see it before flicking it on with your thumb. Arthur let out a weak moan at the sight of the shuddering plastic, gaze locked on the toy as you slowly lowered it to where he was painfully hard and leaking.
The first contact of the vibrator against the length of his cock was like nothing he could’ve ever imagined.
His vision went white as you slowly dragged the toy up and down the shaft before circling it around the underside of the sensitive head. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, body all but crumbling under the intensity of the new sensation. The unrelenting movement of the vibrator differed greatly from the measured strokes of your hand, this one very nearly too much as it pounded against the hard flesh.
The vibrations shuddered through him, battering his every sense and nervous system as his body recalibrated to understand what exactly he was feeling. It felt good, yes, but there was something else - it felt right, as if it was scratching some deep-seated itch he’d never quite been able to get at before. The feeling of your soft chest behind him, free hand wrapped around his waist to hold him still while the other steadily moved to create and cause his absolute ruin. He felt boneless, floating high above himself as you slowly moved the vibrator to trace a slow circle around the very tip of him, a constant stream of whines and moans escaping him now, far beyond feeling embarrassed about making any noise.
‘Fuck, that’s it, Arthur. Feels good, yeah? Told you, didn’t I?. Fuck- look at you, you’re a mess- so easy for me, aren’t you? Just have to touch you or taste you once and you’re coming for me. We’ll work on that, baby, don’t worry. ’S not your fault you’re so needy. Nobody’s taken proper care of you, have they?’
Arthur shook his head vigorously, something in his brain compelling him to respond to you.
‘No- no, no-one.’
‘Mm, that’s right, baby. Gonna be the one to teach you- fuck, you’re gonna be all mine, yeah? Mine to use.’ You said, flicking the switch to turn up the speed, watching in awe as Arthur’s back bowed, shoulders pressing into your chest.
‘Yeah, yes- yes, all yours. Always- Jesus, fuck- gonna come. Can I? Please- please, feels so good. Please, love, please-’
He was crying again, fat tears rolling down his flushed cheeks until they splashed onto his chest, his chest rising and falling with strained breaths as you pressed the vibrator into the slit before dragging it down to trace over the ridges and veins of him.
‘So polite, my love. You can come whenever you want.’ You said.
Your permission made something snap inside him. He came with a ragged shout, throat raw as he thrust up into your hand one final time, stomach muscles spasming with the force of his orgasm. The fact that he’d already come once seemed to have no influence on him now - his cock spurting rapidly and shooting hot ropes of cum all over your hand and his chest, getting some impressive distance as some even landed on his collarbone. You couldn’t resist hooking your chin over his shoulder to lick it clean, an idea forming in your mind as you did so.
Switching off the vibrator and discarding it next to your leg, you brought your cum-covered fingers up to Arthur’s lips.
‘Clean your mess, Arthur.’ You murmured, pressing the tips of your fingers into his mouth. He let out a moan of surprise, tilting his head to look at you to see if you were serious. You weren’t going to push it, just wanting to see how far he was willing to go, but you can’t say you were surprised when he opened his mouth to accept your fingers.
’Good boy.’
Arthur swiped his tongue over your fingers, humming at the taste of himself. He’d never tried it before, for obvious reasons, but he didn’t hate it, especially if it came to him in this form. The feeling of your fingers pressing gently against his tongue as you prompted him to clean his cum off you made his brain go blissfully blank. When he was done, you pulled your fingers from his mouth, pressing an affectionate kiss behind his ear.
‘Good job. Sit up for me?’ You asked. He did as he was told, pulling himself up with a groan to let you out from underneath him. You walked quickly to the bathroom and back, grabbing a washcloth and a glass of water.
‘Here, drink up. And I’m just going to use this to clean you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.’ You said. Arthur nodded, taking the glass from you and dutifully taking a few sips, watching as you methodically wiped his chest down before gently wiping his cock from base to tip. The rough fabric of the washcloth made him suck in a breath, but he let you continue.
‘Good. All done. You can lie back down.’
You settled yourself next to Arthur on the bed, tugging your shirt back on before lying down next to him. His arm automatically came to wrap around you, resting your head on his chest.
‘So, how was that? Good? Not good?’
‘Uhm- no, really good. Really good- don’t worry. I liked the, um- the cuffs. I’m not sure I want to use them every time we…. y’know. But I did like them.’ He started, coughing slightly when he felt his throat constrict with a slight rawness. You motioned to the water, guiding him to take a few more sips.
When he was finished, he spoke again:
‘And I loved the- the vibrator. I mean, as you can probably tell.’ He said, blushing slightly. You just smiled, placing a kiss to his shoulder.
‘Yeah, I gathered. I’ve never seen anyone cum like that in my life.’
Arthur groaned, tipping his head back against the pillows as he tried to hide his face.
‘Stop, oh my God. I’m so-’
‘If you say embarrassed, we’re going to have a problem, Arthur Hill. Never be embarrassed about anything that happens with you when we do this, okay? You’re learning, and even if you weren’t, it’s still normal. So I do not ever want to hear you say that, do you hear me?” You said, propping yourself up on your elbow to look him in the eye. He nodded slowly, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
You noticed his eyes starting to droop, blinking rapidly as he tried to stay awake. Loosing a long breath, you lay back down next to him, tucking yourself into his side. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he mumbled a quiet thank-you into the strands.
’You don’t have to thank me, my love, it’s alright. Sleep now, baby. You’ve still got a lot to learn.’
Arthur just smiled.
‘Can’t wait.’
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