clarkeydreaming

[clarkeydreaming]

summer nights, mid july. | - george clarke.

summery: you hated sports. didn’t care for any of it one bit. it was around the middle of july, the weather was warm & sunny, and your best friend is begging for you to come to a charity football match. that’s when you see him.

warnings: smut. mdni! choking, finger sucking, face slapping, unprotected sex (don’t do this xx) (she’s on contraception), hair pulling, degradation, face fucking, fingering, dom!george, fem!reader, sub!reader.

a/n: first fic, lmk what u think hehe. could possibly make a part 2 if it’s wanted.

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19th july. a saturday. 4:50pm, the weather was gorgeous, it had been sunny for a few weeks. which in london, doesn’t happen often. you wanted to go out, to do something. you could almost hear the beer garden calling your name. except, it was your phone ringing. almost by magic, it was your best friend calling, your prayers had been answered. you picked up the call eager to hear what she had planned for you both this evening.

“2 tickets. me & you, you coming?!” she said in an excited tone.

“you know i don’t do sports…” you exhaled.

“oh come on! it’ll be a right laugh, the weather is so nice, we can have a few pints, AND there’ll be gorgeous sweaty men running round a pitch for 90 minutes!” she said convincingly.

you started to warm to the idea, but needed one final push to really seal the deal.

“you buy me a pizza, and im all yours.” you challenged her.

“done!” she accepted.

you finish off the conversation & hang up. you gave yourself an eye roll as this wasn’t what you wanted to do with your saturday evening. then, a text came through:

“match starts at 7:30pm, ive farm fields. look hot 😉”

you then chucked your phone on your bed and stood in front of your wardrobe. you pulled out a baggy pair of jeans, a basic tank & your trusty trainers. shoved a pair of sunglasses on top of your head, lose curls falling all around them & finished off with some perfume & lipgloss.

“ready when you are x”

“omw, daring!😚”

she arrives in an uber, and you reluctantly get in. the time was around 6:20pm, enough time to grab that pizza just before going to the pitch. you placed your order at the counter and both started to walk towards the venue. it was a warm evening & it was not a far walk, especially with your best friend and a pepperoni pizza in hand.

eventually you arrive, slightly before time. roughly around 7:15pm. you found a space to stand & watch, there wasn’t too many people in attendance considering it was for charity, but you didn’t seem to care that much. not when one person in particular caught your eye.

he was stretching & warming up with the rest of the group, but you couldn’t help admiring his muscular build, and his face? you wasn’t sure you’d seen anyone as attractive in your whole life. this made you warm to the idea of being here for the next 2 hours or so.

eventually, the game started and you could not take your eyes off number 6 to save your life. infatuated almost. your best friend, thankfully, didn’t pick up on this. but then it happened, he looked at you a beat too long. you felt your heart drop, or race. or both. he had one of those ridiculously cheeky grins. the type of smirk that would make you forget any morals you thought you had.

the half time whistle blows and your best friend goes to fetch two more beers for you both. you stand in the same spot on your phone to pass the time, when you hear a voice from behind you. “sold you out has she? that’s terrible!”. you turn around & look up through your lashes. it was him. and jesus christ, did he look better up close.

“oh, no.. she’s just gone- to get a couple of beers..!” your words stumbled out. his eye contact was not for breaking, but yours did, down to his lips, but your eyes immediately darted back up to meet his gaze. his eyes twinkled as he caught your slip. “so, what’s a pretty girl like you, doing at a charity football game?” he asks.

you feel your heart flutter, did he just… compliment you? you shook your head slightly, “oh, last minute plans. my friends brother cancelled on her. i was the next in line. what charity are you playing for?” you asked curiously, acting interested.

“it’s for a charity called free kicks, they help out disadvantaged children in deprived areas. it’s close to one of the boys’ hearts. we said we’d help out” he smiled. “so, i suppose i ought to ask, could i have your number?” he said it with confidence, but you could tell he was nervous.

you was opposed at first but, what’s the worst that could happen? you have him your number & asked for his name. “sorry yeah, that’d be a good start” he giggled, “i’m george, george clarke!” you raise a brow, and return the favour of telling him your name. time goes by and your friend returns and the football match resumes for the next 45 minutes.

final whistle blows, 5 - 2 to “george’s” team. the boys were made up that they were able to help charity and secure a win. you and your friend both start to head out, and you thanked your friend for dragging you along. but you needed to try and make up an excuse as to why you won’t be sharing a taxi home.

“oh you go ahead, my aunties calling, i think she needs help at her house. burst pipe or something!” you try and convince her, but somehow, it worked. she went on her way, telling you to text her when you got home & hoped your aunties pipe fixes soon.

you loiter round for a minute, and thinking stupidly, to send george a text.

“fancy grabbing a pint?” you text him, not ready to say goodbye. “be out in 2” he responded. you felt your stomach do a flip. he came out after getting changed and freshening up, and he still looked just as gorgeous.

wearing a hoodie that fit slightly oversized, baggy jorts & trainers. you had to remind yourself to take a breath as you held it without realising. he flashed a smile, and directed you both out of the venue.

finally, you arrive at a pub. a small one, it felt quite intimate and now you was regretting your choice of asking him to come out with you. he didn’t seem to mind, however. he asked what you wanted to drink, and took himself to the bar as you found a seat. it was in a booth, pretty private for someone you’d just met.

he returned with two pints, sat down and the conversation flowed right off the bat. shy giggles from you, stupid jokes from him. time flew by and you looked down at your watch, 11:38pm. you thought about leaving. thought you didn’t want to. you wanted to stay with him.

next thing you know, you was back at his flat with his lips locked to yours and his hands exploring you. your top didn’t leave much to the imagination, to be fair. you welcomed the touches, even moving his hands where you wanted them to be. whether it be on your waist or grabbing one of your tits.

george slammed the door behind him using his foot and you found yourself in the hallway, the kiss broke and you could see george weighing up where abouts he wanted to fuck you in the flat. kitchen? no. balcony? no. the living room chair? yes. he walked you towards it and told you to sit.

you did as you was told and sat down on the chair, looking up at him. his eyes were dark, much darker than before. his lips were parted slightly, one brow raised just a touch, his eyes darting all over your face and body. “fuck, you’re… you’re amazing” he whispered. he knelt down in front of you, and it felt like he was taking in every detail. then, his hands darted to the button and zip on your jeans - “lift for me.” he asked, you raised your hips off the chair, allowing him to pull down your jeans in one swift movement.

this revealed a lacy black thong, the ones that had the cute little baby pink bow perched along the waistband, george snorted slightly at the sight, shaking his head and pushing his tongue into his cheek. he then rolled his head and looked you directly in your eyes, “spread em for me, angel.” his hands found your knees, pushing ever so slightly and letting you open the rest of the way.

his fingers lightly traced up and down the inside of your thighs and along your lower stomach, goosebumps appeared at his feather light touch and your breathing became a little more laboured. the anticipation was killing you. you watched his face, as he watched his hands explore. “keep that breathing steady for me, that’s it.” he said softly, foreshadowing what’s to come.

he then hooked two fingers under your thong and pulled them to the side, exposing you to him. his eyes stayed locked on your pussy, getting wetter off the sight of him alone. he let his fingers run up and down, slightly denying you of that pressure you craved. your hips involuntarily lifted ever so slightly, and you looked up at him but he didn’t react, thankfully.

he used his two fingers to circle your clit with extreme precision, just the right amount of pressure for right now, before using the same two fingers to spread you wide and let spit drip from his lips and directly onto your pussy, he then spread it softly, before slowly entering his fingers into you.

he pushed his fingers all the way in, they were stretching you open and you felt a slight breath get caught in the back of your throat. he curled them inside you ever so slightly before starting to pull them out and push them in. you could feel yourself getting wetter embarrassingly quick, watching him watch you, seeing his forearm muscles working, seeing his biceps tense. you lifted your feet up onto the chair and let your head fall back, letting moans escape your mouth. shy at first, but you could see what your sounds were doing to george, so they fell out with more ease as he went on.

your hands were gripping the arms of the chair as you could feel yourself clenching around him, brows furrowed, breathing exceptionally fast, head now tilted back on the chair, feeling everything he’s giving you.

“there we go, just like that, baby” george said softly, pressing his hand into your lower abdomen to make the feeling more intense. and boy, did it feel intense. you could feel your climax approaching quickly, which george was aware of with the way your body was moving, the way your moans had heightened in pitch and the way your legs was trying to hard to close but he kept them pried open, widely.

he then pulled his fingers out from you suddenly, denying you of your orgasm. he had a wicked smirk on his face, a lot different to the almost caring george that started all of this. something in him changed. his fingers were covered in you, which he then put in his mouth. “fuck, pretty face like that and you taste this good? you’re going to be a problem.” he said, almost breathlessly, before sliding them into your mouth, a mixture of you and him on them, and you began to suck. george bit his lip, his gaze never faltering. “shit… definitely going to be a problem.”

you bit your lip as you saw him stand, you seemed to small in comparison, but you kinda liked it. turned you on a little bit more. george reached down and started to unbutton his jorts. your eyes watched intently, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. he dropped them to the ground, leaving him in just his boxers. your eyes scanned his whole body, he looked like he was carved by gods. his stomach was toned, his arms muscular, and his shoulders? fuck, his shoulders. you rolled your eyes in disbelief, allowing your eyes to drop to his cock.

you could tell it was hard, beyond hard almost. you lent forward to feel him but he grabbed your wrist, putting it back down beside you. “who said you could touch, desperate little slut.” your jaw dropped, accompanied with a smirk. how you loved being degraded, but you was a little confused how he could tell. “knew you was a brat, the minute i laid my eyes on you” you almost giggled, but you was caught off guard. “wrong, am i?” he scoffed. you shook your head.

george then leaned over you and grabbed you by your jaw, “hm, thought as much.” he said cockily. he dropped his boxers, and his cock sprung out, and jesus, he was big. you felt as if you was looking at it with hearts in your eyes. “knees.” he demanded, looking down at you. you obeyed straight away, and got onto your knees, looking up at him, almost asking for permission to touch him.

“don’t just sit there, suck it.” which, in hindsight, made you feel pathetic. but in the same breath, you fucking loved it. you took him into your hands and spat on the tip, considering you was almost drooling for it, like the fucking slut you were. you then licked him from base to tip, before eventually wrapping your lips around him, taking his whole length in your mouth, feeling it slide down your throat. you gagged, causing tears to prick in your eyes.

“fffuck.” george whispered, trailing his fingers into your hair, gripping slightly. you then began to suck back and forth, your head and hand working in tandem. your only mission was to hear this man moan. and by the looks of it, it wasn’t far off. you looked up at him, his gaze was intense, before sucking tighter around the tip, causing him to roll his head back, letting a little moan escape. you then got your first taste of him, a bit of pre cum escaped him.

then something caused him to change, you don’t know whether it was your tits bouncing with every suck, the way you looked up at him with tears in your eyes as you was deep throating him, or the fact you’d just made him moan, but he wasn’t leaving any room for forgiveness. he held your head still and started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the noises caused by this was obscene. pornographic almost. “uhh, uhh, ah fuck… fuck…” george moaned with each thrust, being took so well by you.

you could barely breathe, but hearing a man be so vocal? you couldn’t care less at this point, you wanted to keep going for him. suddenly, george forcefully pulled out and pulled you up by your hair. “get back on that fucking chair, now.” you looked at him for a hint of what position he wanted you in, until he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pushing you towards it, “do i have to tell you what do with everything, you dumb whore.” you then found yourself propped up in the chair on your knees, leaning over the back of the chair, legs spread wide and your top still partially… never mind, now ripped off your skin and discarded on the floor.

george’s hands trailed under your arms and around your front, grabbing onto your tits. “fuck baby, these? yeah, these are mine. do you hear me?” you couldn’t get any words out, you could barely even nod. george took a hand away from one of your tits, and put two fingers in your mouth, making you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. “i said, do you hear me?”, you nod and pathetically attempt a “yeah” but it came out as a desperate moan. “good fucking girl.”

he then pulled his fingers out, and cupped his hand in front of your mouth, wanting you to spit on it. you did, and a trail of spit followed his hand as he pulled it away, he laughed, as he used his other hand to smudge it around your lips. he put the cupped hand in between your legs and started to move it back and forth, wetting you thoroughly. before using the remnants to wet his tip extra. he then wiped the last of it on your ass, he used both thumbs to spread you wide, looking at your wet pussy from behind, and a groan escaped his lips at the sight of it.

he started to move one thumb around your entrance, “ple- please” you whimpered, gagging for him to put his cock inside of you. “what was that?” he asked, “please…” you attempted again. “please, what?” george asked, sharply. “please fuck me, please… please” you moaned out of sheer desperation. george then grabbed the base of his cock, pumping himself once, twice, before sliding it in between your legs, stimulating your clit slightly. you were both so wet, so it felt like a dream. you eventually feel the tip just at your entrance, and you could already feel how much he was going to stretch out your tight pussy. 

you felt him dipping in & out ever so slightly, before he pushed his way in, thick & fast, knocking out any air you had in your lungs. you choked out a loud moan, almost more like a cry at the sheer size of him. he wasn’t fucking around, he was pounding into you with unrelenting rhythm, the angle you was knelt in was causing him to hit that sweet spot each and every time. you could feel yourself getting wetter & wetter. you could hear george moaning behind you, and fuck, how you love a vocal man. which made you moan more. “that’s it, let me hear you, darling. let me feel how much i’m wrecking this fucking pussy.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

the pleasure almost felt too much, with george pounding you from behind, and your tits brushing against the back of the hair, stimulating your nipples and it was almost like he could read your mind at that moment, he snaked his hand round your leg and his fingers met with your clit, circling in a way that was sinful. this took your moans up higher, and george let you revel in it for a moment, before stopping everything completely. you felt embarrassed at how much you needed him to go back in. he pulled you back by your hair, “spin” he growled in your ear.

you turned around and sat back down on the seat, facing him, he was touching himself, and what a sight that was. his chest flexing every time he moved, his breath hitching, and his eyes so dark. you lifted your legs up in the air, and george spread them wide whilst trailing his hands down. he then, pushed his way back inside you, slow this time. and then pulled all the way out, and then entered slowly again, before pulling out. teasing you in the most evil way. he then tapped your clit a few times with his tip before brutally pushing his way back in.

you tried to turn your head to the side to moan, to try and hide your face, but he grabbed you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. “you’ll fucking look at me when you moan over my cock.” he then kept a tight grip on your jaw, keeping your mouth open, he spits in your mouth, before brutally shoving two fingers down your throat, making you gag, which caused you to tense around his throbbing cock.

he realised that the more he shoved his fingers down your throat, the more you’ll tense. so he kept making you gag on his fingers, your face was just as wet as your pussy now due to spit & tears. george then pulled his fingers out, brushed your lips with his thumb before slapping you across the face, you smiled at this, being used. being treated so pathetically. “you’re such a fucking dirty little slut for me, look at you, so fucking wet, you pathetic mess”. he then fucked into you harder.

your naturally big tits were bouncing like crazy due to this, and they caught george’s eyes. he grabbed them and laughed, “fuck. me. i’m gonna have these in my mouth any minute i get.” he dipped his head to your chest, licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples. tit play was your favourite. it turned you on so fucking much. this just made everything feel ten times more intense. he continued to suck, lick, bite, play.

you could feel yourself getting ready to let go, if he started to play with both your nipples simultaneously, its game over.

spoke to soon, he was flicking both nipples like his life depended on it, your head tilted back, your hand on your thighs, squeezing like your life depended on it. your moans we’re barely audible anymore as you was reaching your climax, “fucking cum you dumb slut, cum for me”, and you did, fucking hell you did. but you could tell you could give more, so you started to rub your own clit, fast. and that’s when it happened. you let out a loud moan, and you started to shake as you squirted all over him. every moan you was making, every move of your body, the way you reacted, was completely out of your control. you blacked out for 15 seconds.

this made george feral, he fucking pounded into you with the most relentless force, making you cry due to the pleasure, “you fucking talented little bitch” he snarled, his rhythm started to falter, you could tell he was close. the sweat on his forehead, the way he couldn’t bite back his moans, his whimpers, his “fuuucks”, the way he kept rolling his head.

you felt a slight bite of confidence wash over you, “mhm, that’s it baby. cum for me, fill me up. fuck, yes.” you moaned, he looked you deep in the eyes after that, and he nodded, “yeah, yeah, yeah.” he moaned over and over again. his eyes squeezed shut as he locked in, and then all of a sudden, you heard the fucking sexiest moan you’ve ever heard from a man, his eyes shot open, looking down at your pussy, and moaned “fuuuuuuck baby, yes, i’m fuck- i’m fucking cumming. i’m cumming. i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you moaned along with him, and watched as he started to slow down.

he started shaking as the last bits of cum dripped out of him and into your pussy, he leant down and gave you a deep kiss, both tongues invading each others mouths, along with heavy breathing, face holding and fingers tangling in between hair.

“fuck, you are… you’re something else. you’re not going anywhere.” he says in a possessive tone, he slowly pulls out of you, his cum leaking from your folds, he watched it before getting you a towel to clean you up with, showing you where the bathroom is and making you a cup of tea.

“not bad for number 6” you winked at him, before cuddling up on the sofa with him, talking about anything and everything.

first summer romance, complete…