dwclarkey

[dwclarkey]

GIFTED — g. clarke ⋆｡˚

— a/n

hihi! this fic is the first chapter from my wattpad story “Gifted” which i started around april time, however i stopped uploading on it due to being extremely unmotivated, however i may bring it back (if this is what the people want) so i thought id put the first chapter on tumblr to spread the word about it!!! hope you all enjoy! (my username on wattpad is the same on here!)

— summary

whilst anaïs was always a silent viewer of her favourite youtuber turned streamer, the night he got affiliated was the night she finally got noticed by him. what started as a somewhat harmless donation, this turned into her being well known within the community, and eventually, with george.

— warnings: slight mention of drug abuse, slight parasocialness (😭)

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17th March 2025

The sound of the Netflix introduction blasted through the room and Anaïs was sat eagerly on the sofa, excited to see her favourite YouTuber making his first Netflix appearance. This YouTuber was George Clarkey, a man who Anaïs had followed for years. He was appearing on the Sidemen’s show Inside, which involved 12 creators all living in a house for a week without any form of contact to the outside world. Anaïs remembered watching the first season and falling in love with concept straight away, and she was secretly hoping George would be on season 2, and here he is.

The voice of KSI filled the room as the trailer started to play at the start of the episode and she found herself grinning like an idiot as the introduction started playing. The Sidemen had been a huge part of her life growing up, basically saving her life. She watched everything that they put out and she actually attended the most recent charity match in which she saw him play. George Clarke. She was utterly obsessed with him. So when George finally appeared on her screen being the first person to walk into the house, she kept her eyes locked onto the screen. She seemed almost mesmerised by him even though they were just pixels on a screen.

Anaïs found herself laughing at every little thing he did even if he did nothing, because that was just the kind of guy he was. She obviously didn’t know anything about him, but what she did know was that he was the funniest person she had ever stumbled upon. She had never told anybody this, but watching him made her not want to relapse. When she was younger she struggled with drug abuse due from falling with the wrong crowd, and ever since she found his videos she’s not once thought about falling back into it. She owed him everything, not that he knew who she was. Yet.

An hour soon passed and the episode had come to an end. As soon as it ended, she picked up her phone to call her best friend, Rowan. The two had become friends through George and the TikTok comment section. Of course, Anaïs never actually commented on his videos however Rowan was the complete opposite. She would comment at least three different things on one video praying that she would get noticed. Anaïs messaged her to tell her that she thought she was hilarious, and the pair became inseparable ever since. Unfortunately they have never met due to Rowan living in Canada but they had always had plans to meet up.

Anaïs picked up the phone and clicked on Rowan’s contact, messaging her. It was around 3am where she was, but she knew that she’d be awake due to not wanting to miss the episode.

GIRL

R U AWAKE

YES OH MY GOF

IT WAS SO GOOD

i fucking loved it

I KNOWW

IM OVSESSED

he looked so good

i need the edits now

nais i can’t

THE EDITS

I NEED THEM

i’ll send loads x

thanks girl

night night nais nais xox

night row row x

Anaïs exited out of the app smiling to herself. She opened up Twitter and scrolled to see what people were saying about the episode.

ells @user72738

im obsessed with george. there, i said it. #sdmninside

mikeyyy @user72848

george is winning this whole thing, mark my words. #sdmninside

jessie @user627384

is this george guy gonna speak? SO boring. yawn #sdmninside

She frowned at that last tweet and sighed. She hated the fact that someone was just unnecessarily hating on him for not speaking on the first episode. The cast is full of huge personalities which obviously overshadowed him and didn’t allow him to speak.

Anaïs continued to scroll for a while before she got a notification that George tweeted.

Georgeclarkey @George_Clarkey

Sooo, what’s everyone think?

She laughed at this, knowing half of the replies would probably be saying things along the lines of 'Wow, you spoke so much!' or 'So much screen time!' She turned out to be right, and she favourited a few of her favourite ones. Anaïs knew that these people were just joking around with him, and didn't actually mean what they were replying.

A few hours later of scrolling TikTok and twitter, it was suddenly late at night. She got a notification from Instagram that said George had posted a story. She instantly clicked on it, and she was met with something she never thought she would see.

A streaming setup. With a link to Twitch. On which he was live, right now. What?

She instantly shot up and ran to her bedroom, opening her laptop. She was panicking. Why was she panicking? It's not like she's going to miss anything.. why was she panicking?

She was scanning Twitch to try and find him being live, but there was no sign. She couldn't even find his username. She groaned and turned her phone back on, opening his story and clicking on the link.

She was met with this face of a very confused man, who seemed to have no idea what was happening. She laughed at his confusion, and was reading the chat to see mountains of images of penis's being spammed, much to his dismay. Obviously there was no mods yet, so his chat was complete chaos. He was completely and utterly lost, and seemed very overwhelmed. She did feel slightly sorry for him, but she had to admit it was hilarious.

Later on he ended up calling Tobi from the Sidemen for help and he somehow even managed to struggle figuring out how to mod him. Every so often George would shout Tobi for help, her favourite phrase being "Tobi! Cock in chat!" It was hilarious to her, and she never wanted the stream to end. The chat was probably the funniest she had ever seen a Twitch chat, and it made her want to get involved. But she didn't. She just sat back and watched, like she had been doing for 4 years.

Towards the end of the stream, George ended up reacting to episode 1 of Inside, which ended up being a 3 hour yap session for a 1 hour episode. She didn't mind though. She enjoyed watching and learning about the behind the scenes stuff of the episode. It was fascinating for her. She couldn't believe that he was finally streaming. Ever since he started YouTube, she always prayed that he would take up streaming and even though it took a few years, it was finally here.

The stream eventually ended, and she felt herself grinning for the hundredth time today. She plugged her phone in and went onto her laptop to open up his Twitch profile. She noticed that people were still talking in the offline chat, so she sat and watched the messages coming in, laughing at a few. Anaïs needed this man to become affiliate. In the least obsessive way possible, she needed him to finally notice her. It had been 4 years too long. She knew that she could probably just type in the chat, however to her she knew it wouldn't feel the same as it would if he would say her name. Anaïs. She's thinking how it would sound rolling off his tongue, and she smiled.

row

i think im a bit

parasocial

you think??

girl.

HAAHAHA

atleast im not thinking

were gonna date

hey you never know

maybe he’ll see your username

and think “oh yeah, i want a

bit of peepoanais” 😍

LMAOOO

don’t diss the username

miss rowrowyourboat

enough.

it’s an amazing username.

can’t wait for him to read it out loud ;)

gahahahahaha i’m excited

anyway, off to sleep now, night xx

night night nais xo

She smiled as she locked her phone and rolled over in bed. Today had been an amazing day to be a George Clarkey fan, and she couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

[dwclarkey]

COME ON, COWBOY | part 2 — g.clarke ⋆｡˚

— summary

your cowboy is jealous, so he takes you back to his flat and lets you know who you belong to.

— a/n

pls go read part 1 if you haven’t already as this probably won’t make any sense!!!! <3 but anyway this fic is dedicated to my friends who thoroughly enjoyed the first part :)) hope u all love this one and im so sorry this is SOO long i got really carried away😭

— contains

smut, 18+, degradation, public sex (sort of, just fingering i guess lol), use of “sir”, girly gets restraineddd, spitting, finger fucking, face fucking, spanking, nipple play, unprotected sex, he’s kinda mean (sorry not sorry it’s hot af) (may seems like he hates her but bros in love), dom!george, sub!reader, MDNI!!!!

the bar felt hot. disgustingly hot. sweaty. almost to the point you felt like you’d throw up. it was about an hour later since you had kissed that guy… what was his name? you didn’t really care. you only did it to him jealous. and it obviously worked. he could not keep his eyes off of you. like he was a predator who was stalking its prey. it was so exhilarating to her and she made sure he was watching her every move. you knew that his gaze never left yours and you loved how alluring it felt.

you seriously hated how hot it was in here though, you told your friends you were going outside for some air and they smiled at you. you stood up from the booth and headed outside, walking to the alleyway that was next to the building. you leant against the wall and you sighed, your head wiping your eyes. you were still slightly drunk, but you somehow had managed to sober up throughout the night. you breathed the cold night air and you fiddled with the cowboy hat that was still firmly on your head however you soon took it off so it was dangling down your back as you fanned yourself.

“aw, i liked you better with it on your head”

you jumped at the sudden voice beside you, and you smirked as soon as you saw who it was.

“that’s definitely a reason to keep it off then, don’t want you to be satisfied” you teased him. he glared at you as he walked over slowly, eventually standing in front of you.

“want to explain what the fuck that was earlier?” his voice low, eyes going back to them darkened beauties you saw previously. “i don’t know what you mean.” you smiled at him. “no, don’t play dumb with me. don’t even try it. explain to me why you were being a fucking whore” he spat at you, stepping ever so closer to you, trapping you slightly against the cold brick wall. you smirked at him. “why, you jealous?” he scoffed at you, shaking his head. “is this what this is? you’re trying to make me jealous? fucking pathetic whore. im the only person you’re allowed to be a whore with, got it?”

his words almost made your legs stumble over, thankfully he instantly grabbed your hips and kept you upright. he chuckled at you, bringing your face up with his hand, admiring it. “such a beautiful face. shame im about to ruin it” he smirked at you, making you gulp. “would you like that, princess? want me to ruin your pretty little face?” he whispered in your ear, making you groan slightly as you nodded. he patted your face and looked towards the road, before pulling you in by your neck.

“you’re going to come with me, do not disobey me. you’re gonna do exactly as i say, do you understand?” you nodded in return, making him shake his head, gripping your neck tighter. “i said.. do you understand?” you nodded again, this time speaking up. “yeah.. yes.. yes sir” he smirked at you. “atta girl.”

he dragged you out of the alley and watched as a taxi pulled up. “now, im going to need you to be quiet for me just this one time, can you do that for me for princess? then you’re free to be as loud as you want.” he whispered in your ear, you nodding in return. he opened the door for you and you climbed in, greeting the driver. he sat beside you and whispered in your ear. “spread your legs, do as your told” you did as you were told to and instantly his fingers unbuttoned your jeans before shoving his fingers inside your already soaked pussy. you gripped onto his arm in response, digging your nails into him as his fingers started curling up deep inside you, hitting that perfect spot.

“not a fucking sound… there we are… knew you were a good girl after all” he contained to stretch you out as you threw your head into his shoulder. “i’ve got you, fuck, such a good slut for me” he whispered into your ear, his fingers working faster. he soon pulled them out, and shoved them straight down your throat. “lick them clean, now. good fucking girl. taste yourself on me” he groaned as you sucked his fingers, your eyes locking onto his. he moaned lowly at your touch and he pulled slightly on your hair. “just you wait, gonna make you scream so loud, baby” he stroked your hair and pulled your head to rest on his shoulder. “would you like that?” you mumbled in response and he chuckled. “so cute, no falling asleep on me though, need to punish you for being such a brat” he continued to stroke your hair as you reached the destination.

you both exit the taxi and george places a hand on your lower back as you walk into his building and towards the elevator. you watched closely as he pressed the button for his floor and he leant against the wall beside it, his eyes scanning you as you did the same on the opposite side. you both looked at each other intensely and watched as he smirked at you and looked you up and down. all he wanted was to make you his. as soon as the doors opened he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you out and towards his flat. you giggled as he tugged you towards the door, his hands fiddling in his pockets for his keys and messily trying to open the door.

as soon as the door opened he pushed you inside and instantly slammed your back against the door, grabbing your arms and holding up against the door. “im gonna punish you like the little fucking brat you are. making out with another man straight after you came over my dick is a bold move, princess. always knew you were a fucking whore.” he pressed hard into you as his lips crashed onto your neck, sucking and biting hard making you whimper and trying to move your arms to touch. “don’t you dare, no touching until i tell you.” he whispered in your ear, dragging you into his bedroom and pushing you onto to bed.

“lie down.” he demanded, as he unbuckled his belt and sat his knees on the outside of your thighs, trapping you to the bed. you whimpered as you tried to move around under him, making him chuckle. “so needy. pathetic. give me your hands, now.” you held your hands out in front of him and he gripped them tightly, wrapping his belt around your wrists and tying them up tightly. you whimpered at the feeling of your wrists being locked together. you needed to touch him. “please..” you mumbled softly. he smirked at you and placed your arms above your head. “shut up and keep them there. be a good slut for me, yeah?” his hand trailed down your chest making your breath hitch at his touch. “just.. do something.. please.. please..” you wiggled around and tried to lift your hips to create some sort of friction. he groaned at you before cupping your face to make you look at him.

“stay fucking still. did i say you could move? open your mouth, take my fucking fingers” he instantly shoved two fingers in your mouth making you gag, him moaning at the sight and sound. “fuck, baby.. take these fingers… that’s it… good slut” he moved his fingers deeper down your throat, your face now being covered in tears and saliva. he groaned at you and you could feel him harden above you. he took his fingers out your mouth and cupped one of your cheeks, stroking it. “what do you say?” he said calmly. “thank you..” he chuckled “thank you, what?” you gulped, eyes still watering. “thank you sir..” he smirked as he harshly slapping your face, making you whimper. “my fucking whore, i can’t wait to ruin you.”

his lips were instantly on yours and his tounge was already down your throat as you moaned into his mouth. it was messy. god, it was so messy. both of your saliva was on each others face and you so desperately wanted nothing more than to dig your fingers into that man’s curls. his hands, however, were all over your body. every place he could reach, they were there. “fuck.. want to rip this off you so fucking bad” he groaned into your ear as he crumpled your shirt with his fists and then cupping hold of your tits as his face stayed buried in your neck.

“please i.. i want to touch you.. please, sir.. let me.. i’ll be good.. i’ll be so good” you whimpered, bringing your hands in front of your face and pulling on the belt that was firmly tightened around your wrists. he smirked at your pleading and he stood up off of the bed and dragged you to the edge of it by the belt, making you yelp as you fell forward making your head fall off the edge of the bed. he groaned at you as he knelt down, pulling your head up with your hair and he looked at you in disgust. “look at you. can’t even sit up straight. pathetic little slut.” he commanded you to open up your mouth and he spat in it, picking the excess saliva off your face with his fingers and shoving them back deeply into your mouth, groaning, before pulling them back out again.

“take your clothes off. now.” he undid the belt around your wrists to allow you to take your clothes off and he took his own shirt off quickly before turning back to watch you strip. you pulled your own shirt off over your head revealing your tits to him, before unbuttoning your shorts and discarding of both items on the floor. he walks closer to you and lifts your head up and smiles. “gorgeous. shame you have such a bratty personality. really fucking ruins it.” his face instantly goes back to serious and he drops your head and moves even closer to you, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them and his boxers down, letting his hard dick fling out. you widened your eyes at the sight, he was big. not insanely big, but big enough you were wondering how you were gonna take it all. he smirked at you before grabbing the back of your head before speaking. “now what you’re gonna do is you’re gonna be a good little slut for me and suck my dick. you’re gonna fit every last fucking inch in your mouth, yeah?”

he then instantly shoved your head onto his dick, groaning as your mouth took it all in. he moved your head up and down on him and you looked up at him with tears rolling down your face. “oh… oh fuck princess, doing so good… yeah… just like that” he moaned loud, making your eyes widen. he gripped harder onto your hair as you started to gag on him, trying to pull yourself off. he pulled out of your mouth quickly, cupping your cheek. “you okay?” he stroked your cheek and you nodded. “you’re doing amazing. such a good girl for me, aren’t you.” he leant down and kissed your head before grabbing your wrists and undoing the belt that was wrapped around them, discarding it off to the side.

“turn around.” he demanded, you quickly sitting up and facing your ass towards him, your breath hitching slightly as you felt his hands on you. he spanked you hard, making you yelp. he chuckled at you as he knelt down on the floor, his fingers instantly shoving themselves inside you, making you gasp. “fuck.. you are so, so wet. you like being treated like a fucking whore?” you whimpered loudly, trying to move back on him. “hm.. what do you want, baby?” you whined as he continued to finger you, adding more fingers. “please….” he chuckled at you, moving his fingers faster.

“please what?” he teased you, slowly pulling his fingers out making you groan. “fuck me… please…” he scoffed. “you want me to fuck you, you slut? that what you want? want me to fuck your brains out? are you sure you deserve that?” he leant over your body and whispered in your ear. he quickly slapped your ass and stood up, before dragging you back onto the bed properly. you giggled as he did this, you positioning yourself on all fours, teasingly moving back into him.

“you think this is funny? stop being such a little brat.” he grabbed your neck and pulled you back, his lips on your neck. “make me” you smirked, making him groan and quickly push your head down into the pillow before instantly pushing into you. his movements were already quick, making you moan loudly into his pillow, saliva probably dripping all over it. “such a fucking little whore.. gonna fuck the brat out of you” he spanked you harder before making his movements faster and deeper. he pushed your head more into the pillow, his hand bunching up in your hair.

“bet you wish i had a mirror in here, huh. you loved watching yourself get fucked like a slut didn’t you.” you mumbled into the pillow making him chuckle. “sorry princess, didn’t quite hear you.” he pulled you up by your hair, making you whimper. “yes.. i loved it… so so good” he laughed again, his movements getting sloppier and messier. he pulled out of you slowly before flipping you over onto your back before tapping his dick on your clit to tease you, before pushing back in you again making you moan loudly. “fuck yes baby, let me hear you.” he growled as his hands gripped onto your bouncing tits, his face leaning down and biting onto your nipples which made you shiver. he used one finger to pinch your other nipple whilst his mouth was locked onto the other, his movements still rough.

he brought his head back up and opened your mouth with his hand before spitting in it and bringing one hand up to your neck. “my fucking whore.. say it. say you’re my whore” you moaned between breaths, unable to even speak due to the fact your brain was completely turned off from the situation you were currently in. you tried to speak, however only a whine escaped you. “i…yeah.. fuck…im.. whore” he scoffed at you, bringing his hand up to a tight grip on your jaw. “yes you fucking are. now, cum for me.” this almost sent you over the edge, you could tell he was close, also. he started to speed up more, his moans becoming more erratic as his grip on you loosened.

“fuck.. im… im gonna cum..” you shivered. “yeah? come on baby, let it out.” you finally screamed as you finished, his own moans following yours as he spilled into your red and ruined pussy, his body shaking as he didn’t waste a single drop. both your panting became slower, and he pulled out of you, watching the mix of your two liquids fell out. he smirked at the sight and looked down at you to see you smiling up at you. he chuckled at you and quickly got off the bed to grab a towel to clean the mess, before laying down next to you.

“you’re something else, y’know that?” he smirked at you, making you giggle. “that fucking giggle, gonna be the death of me” he chuckled, stroking your hair.

“so, i guess we should tell each other our names now, huh?” he tilted his head and his eyes widened. “shit, completely forgot you didn’t know. im george” he laughed, brushing hand through his hair. “well george, it’s very nice to meet you” you smirked at him, pulling him for another kiss, his hands cupping your face as your tongues fought with each other.

it was safe to say you spent the rest of your night with your hands all over each other, and they would be for the rest of both your lives.

[dwclarkey]

Slut me out

George Clarkey x Female!Reader

Summary: George 's biceps has caught the reader's eyes all day, after teasing him, she finally gets what she wants. Warnings: Sexual themes (choking, good girl, going raw and cumming raw, wear condoms gang🤙) Notes: Based on this ask! Lord I can't belive the first fic I wrote for this man is this 🫣

It starts with a look.

You’re leaning against the kitchen island, sipping water, still flushed from the day—sun-warm skin, hair a little messy from the breeze coming through the open windows. George is across from you, shirt half-unbuttoned, collar askew, watching you with a laziness that’s anything but relaxed.

That look.

The one he gets when he’s already imagining your clothes on the floor.

“You’re staring,” you murmur, setting the glass down, feigning innocence. The corners of your mouth curve, teasing.

He doesn’t deny it. Just takes a slow step closer. Then another.

“I’m thinking,” he says, voice low. “About how you’ve been teasing me all damn day.”

You raise an eyebrow, pretending not to know what he means. But you do. The way your fingers had lingered on his bicep when you passed behind him earlier—how you’d let your touch drag just a second too long, caught up in the way the muscle flexed under your palm, solid and warm and maddeningly defined. The way your thighs pressed just a little too close when you’d both leaned over the phone, pretending to focus on dinner.

“Didn’t know I needed permission to look at you,” you say, tone light, but there’s heat curling under the words.

“You don’t,” he replies, now standing in front of you, close enough to feel the warmth of his body. “But if you’re going to look at me like that, stand that close, say shit like you did earlier. Then don’t act surprised when I bend you over the counter.”

His hand slides to your waist—slow, deliberate—fingers spreading wide as they settle low on your hip. The contact is searing, possessive. His thumb drags along the curve of your pelvis, and it feels like he’s branding you there, like your skin is suddenly too tight for your body. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Mmm,” he hums, eyes dipping to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “You feel that? How your body goes all soft for me the second I touch you?”

You try to speak. Some witty comeback, some feigned resistance—but the words tangle behind the heat crawling up your neck.

George smirks, leaning in close until his mouth brushes the shell of your ear. “Thought you were going to play it cool,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “But now you’re quiet. Blushing. Squeezing your thighs like it’ll help.”

You swallow hard, pulse thundering.

He chuckles, slow and low, like he’s enjoying every second of your unravelling. “What happened to all that attitude, sweetheart? You talk a big game. ‘Till I put my hands on you.”

He nudges forward slightly, enough for you to feel the thick press of his thigh between yours—the heavy, unmistakable promise of what’s coming.

You barely have time to catch your breath before his mouth is on yours, hungry and demanding. His lips are warm, slightly rough from the scruff of his beard, and you moan softly against them, the scrape of it sending sparks down your spine. He kisses you like he’s been holding back all day, tongue sliding against yours, hands gripping your waist as he shoves you back, your hips bumping the edge of the counter.

“Fuck,” you whisper, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “George”.

He doesn’t answer—just groans into your mouth and slips a hand beneath your shirt, callused fingertips dragging slowly up your spine. You shiver, breath hitching as he lifts the fabric, breaking the kiss only long enough to strip it over your head. Then your bra, deftly unhooked and tugged away, was tossed somewhere behind him.

For a moment, he just looks at you—eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising with something that feels like restraint unravelling. Then his hands are on your breasts, rough palms cupping their weight like he’s been craving the feel of you all day.

You lean into him, and his mouth finds yours again—hot and hungry, his kiss deepening as his thumbs drag over your nipples in slow, coaxing circles. The rhythm of his hands is deliberate, matching the way his tongue moves with yours, teasing, tasting, building you up until your breath stutters against his lips.

You gasp into the kiss, a soft, broken sound, and he swallows it greedily. Your hands grip his shoulders for balance, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, pressure just firm enough to make your body jolt and your knees weaken.

The kiss turns messy and needy, your lips parting again and again to breathe, to moan, to meet the next flick of his tongue as he keeps touching you. He keeps making you feel like your whole body is tuned to the rhythm of his hands and mouth.

“George,” you whisper against his lips, but you barely get his name out before he swallows it with another kiss—deeper, slower, tongue sliding against yours like he’s savouring every sound you make, every tremble in your body.

Your chest arches into his touch, every flick of his thumbs making your breath come shorter, shallower, until you’re panting softly into his mouth, your hips shifting without you meaning to.

He pulls back just slightly, just enough to murmur against your lips, “You’re shaking.”

You nod, barely able to think. “You. Fuck. Your hands.”

He lets out a chuckle, proud and hungry all at once, and then dips his head—beard scratching lightly against your skin as he trails kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, until finally his mouth finds your breast. He licks a slow, deliberate circle around your nipple before drawing it into his mouth, tongue flicking, sucking just hard enough to make you cry out. The sensation is hot and sharp and perfect, and the low, needy sound that escapes you only makes him grin in response.

While his mouth worships your breasts, his hand slides down—over your stomach, under the waistband of your shorts. His knuckles brush sensitive skin, and your breath stutters.

“Can I?” he murmurs against your chest, already knowing the answer.

“Please”, you breathe, your voice barely more than a whimper.

He smiles, wicked and pleased, then he’s tugging your cotton shorts and panties down together. You lift one foot, then the other, letting him strip them away. The cool air against your slick heat makes you shiver, but his hand is there an instant later—fingers gliding between your folds, slow and teasing.

“You’re already wet?” He questions, voice low and teasing as his fingers trail down between your thighs. But he doesn’t go straight for your clit.

Not yet.

Instead, his fingertips skim along your outer folds, barely touching, just enough to make you shiver. He traces the slick heat there with slow, languid strokes, collecting it, spreading it. The motion is maddeningly light, more suggestion than contact.

“George,” you gasp, hips gravitating instinctively toward his hand, but he pulls back just enough for you to tsk in annoyance.

He chuckles against your neck, breath warm. “Eager are we?” he murmurs, dragging a fingertip around your entrance without dipping in, circling you like he has all the time in the world.

You groan, hands clinging to his shoulders. “Please don’t tease.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” his smug face, clearly savouring every broken sound you make. His touch finally drifts higher, slow and slick with your arousal, drawing a gentle, deliberate circle around your clit but still not quite on it. “If you’re already this desperate, what are you going to do when I really touch you?”

You let out a shaky moan, thighs trembling. Then finally, he presses just a little more firmly, his fingertip brushing your clit with exquisite precision, and your breath catches like it’s been punched from your lungs.

“There it is,” he whispers, mouth curling into a wicked smile against your skin. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” His lips leave your heated skin and trail upward, dragging slow, hungry kisses across your collarbone. You can feel the rough scrape of his beard as he nips gently, teeth grazing the tender flesh.

You know that later it would leave a dark, burning mark, blooming like bruises that sting deliciously. Each press of his mouth sets your nerves alight, the mix of pleasure and pain sending sharp jolts through your body.

Your hands find their way to his biceps, fingers curling around the thick muscle. It’s hard and warm under your touch, the way it flexes beneath your grasp making your heart thud faster. You squeeze him instinctively, grounding yourself against the wave of sensation crashing through you.

You bite your lip, breath hitching as the heat of his mouth moves lower again. When he finally breaks the kiss, his mouth hovers at your ear, warm and rough. “Turn around.” You obey without hesitation, hands bracing on the cool stone counter, breath short, pulse hammering—every nerve screaming for more.

He lines himself up, the thick head of him teasing at your entrance, inching forward with such agonising slowness that your muscles clench instinctively. "God, please," you beg, arching uselessly against his restraint, the ache between your thighs sharpening to a whine. He stills, letting you hover there.

Stretched taut, trembling.

Before finally pushing past that first impossible resistance. His girth burns like molten iron as he fills you, the stretch so intense your nails scrape granite. "There you go," he says when you whimper, his breath ragged against your neck. "Feel every damn inch."

You choke out his name as he sinks deeper, the thick drag of him igniting sparks behind your eyelids. He’s relentless. Your thighs shake as he seats himself fully, the primal fullness stealing your breath. "Fuck, you’re—" you start, but he cuts you off with a sharp thrust, your sentence fracturing into a moan.

"I’m what?" he demands, voice rough as he withdraws almost completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. His palm smacks your ass—a stinging punctuation. "Use your words."

"Cruel," you pant, rocking back desperately, but he catches your hips again, denying you. His laugh is all teeth against your shoulder as he pushes in again, slower this time, letting you feel every ridge and vein.

"Admit it," he murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw. "You love how I ruin you."

“Please—” The word cracks in your throat, half-moan, half-plea, as he lingers there, stretched to the hilt. His cock pulses inside you, hot and unyielding, the ache of it bordering on obscene. “If I beg, will you keep going?”

George stills, his breath ragged against your neck. For a heartbeat, you think he might pull away entirely, toy with you until you shatter, but then his hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back sharply. “Beg”, he tightens his grip, “and mean it.”

You groan in disappointment as he drags himself out, inch by torturous inch, the ridges of him catching on your walls, sparking white-hot friction. “Don’t stop. Please, I can’t. George—” Your voice breaks, thighs trembling as he thrusts back in with a snap, filling you so completely it steals the air from your lungs.

“There,” he rasps, rhythm turning ruthless, each drive of his hips punching a cry from your lips. His palm splays over your stomach, pressing down as if to make you feel him deeper. “You take it so fucking good—like you were built for me.”

The stretch is unbearable, glorious—a relentless pressure that borders on pain. You babble his name, nails scraping the counter, but he only grins, sweat-slick chest pressed to your back. “Louder,” he orders, biting your earlobe. “Let me hear how bad you need it.”

And god, you do. Every ragged plea, every choked “more” fuels him, his pace turning animalistic, the slap of skin echoing as he fucks you into oblivion. You’re melting, unravelling—and he knows it. His free hand slides upward before you can process the shift, thick forearm replacing the pressure of his palm against your stomach.

“Please—” Your protest dies as he leans into you, his chest blanketing your spine, the new angle dragging his cock against that sweet, shuddering spot inside. His breath ghosts hot over your shoulder, a split-second warning before his arm cinches snug around your throat.

“You like that?” he murmurs against your ear, his voice a rough velvet. His grip tightens just enough to steal your air, and you feel him smirk as your walls flutter reflexively around him. “There it is,” he rasps, rolling his hips in a slow, filthy grind. “Felt you clench the second I got my arm around this pretty throat. Squeezed me so tight I nearly lost it.”

He loosens his hold deliberately, letting you gasp—only to tighten it again, slower this time, his bicep flexing steadily under your jaw. “Like you’re doing now,” he taunts, biting your shoulder as your hips jerk back against him. “Trying to milk me dry already? Greedy fucking thing.”

You whimper, shame and need colliding as you push back harder, chasing the friction, the fullness. “You’re so damn desperate,” he mutters, “Trying to push back, to take more. Let's see you try that like this.” Before you can question him, he lifts—his arm cinching around your throat as he arches your spine flush against his chest. The sudden vertical shift drops your weight fully onto him, gravity yanking you down onto his cock in one brutal, perfect slide.

The sound that tears out of you isn’t a name—it’s a raw vibration, half-strangled by the press of his forearm under your jaw. “Geor—” Your throat locks, syllables collapsing into a wet, guttural noise that barely resembles human speech.

It’s deeper now. Almost too deep. The crown of him grinds mercilessly against that spongey, swollen place inside you, the one that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Your body is bowed like a drawn arrow as he controls every ragged thrust. “Fuck, fuck—”

He hisses through his teeth at your broken cry, the arm around your throat trembling—not from strain, but restraint. “There she is,” his voice a throaty murmur, hips snapping up. “You should see how you look. You’re beautiful. Can’t hide how it ruins you.”

He’s right. The new angle strips you raw—no leverage, no rhythm to steal, just the drag of him carving into you with every lift of his hips. Your calves shake where they dangle, thighs splayed wide around his jeans-clad legs. You’ve never felt so split open, so owned, the stretch made your mind blank as he seats himself to the hilt and holds.

“That’s it,” he breathes, teeth scraping along the shell of your ear while his other hand digs into your hip hard enough to bruise. “Let me feel you.”

Your fingers scrabble blindly behind you, knuckles whitening as they clamp around the corded muscle of his forearm—the only anchor left. He lets you claw at him, lets you feel the tremor in his bicep as he holds you suspended, your body a trembling counterweight to his hunger. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he grunts, voice strained but edged with dark approval. “I’m going to make you earn it.”

With a grunt, he hauls you higher, your spine arching painfully against his chest as he peels you nearly off his cock. For a heartbeat, you’re weightless—air rushing into your lungs, his tip barely catching your entrance—before he slams you back down. The world fractures at the snap of his hips, the force of the drop driving a near scream from your throat. You can’t escape the angle, can’t twist away. His forearm bands across your collarbone, locking you against him as he works you up and down his dick like a toy.

“George!” Your scream is half-sob as he repeats the motion, driving you onto him with brutal precision. The drag is agonising, exquisite—the swollen head of him battering that tender, fluttering place with every punishing descent. His hands lock under your thighs, fingers biting into flesh as he pistons you up and down, using your grip on his arms as leverage to sink deeper.

It starts as a flicker.

A spark low in your belly, kindling with each merciless thrust. You try to stifle it, to cling to the fraying threads of control, but his rhythm is relentless—a metronome of pressure, release, pressure—until the heat spreads like wildfire up your spine. Your muscles clench instinctively, thighs quivering as the sensation blooms outward, tendrils of pleasure coiling tighter, tighter, until your breath hitches in warning.

“Look at you,” his words came out laboured, sweat dripping from his jaw as you bounce in his grip. His voice cracks as you clench around him, your nails carving half-moons into his skin. “Fuck, there it is. That pretty little pulse—” He grinds upward, circling his hips to drag his cock against the spot that makes your vision blur. “—beginning to snap.”

And god, it is.

The pressure swells, molten and inevitable, until every nerve screams. You feel it in the ache of your jaw, the tremble of your calves, the way your hips stutter against his hold—a dam about to break. His thumb brushes the crease of your thigh, feather-light, and the touch ignites you. A whimper claws its way up your throat as your body arches, toes curling, but he stops, lifting you until only the tip remains.

“No, please.” You writhe, desperate, the throbbing between your legs sharpening to a hurt.

“Don’t hold back,” he pants, “You can let go.”

It starts as a thickening low in your gut.

“Taking it like you were made for me.” he moans out, sweat dripping from his jaw as he forces your body to take every brutal inch. “Christ.” His praise fractures as you clench around him. The pressure spreads lower now, a liquid ache pooling at the base of your spine, your thighs shaking as the coil twists taut.

“Yeah” he grits out, his rhythm turning jagged.

You’re reduced to whimpers, your body a live wire. The heat is unbearable—a slow, sweet burn radiating outward from your lower belly, your breath hitching each time he drags you down onto him. Your vision blurs at the edges, every nerve screaming as the pressure crests, teetering. Your muscles clenching in erratic ripples as the pressure swells, swells, swells.

You’re helpless. A live wire thrashing in his grip as he works your clit in tight, filthy circles, each rotation synced to the brutal snap of his hips. Your moans pitch higher, fractured pleas dissolving into nonsense. ”Pleasepleaseplease—”

”There’s my pretty girl.” he groans, triumph blazing in his voice. ”Take it.”

Your back bows, a loud, shattered moan tearing loose as your body locks around him, vice-tight, every nerve alight. He stutters—just for a heartbeat—before slamming back into you with a fractured groan. You feel it then: the first hot pulse deep inside, thick and urgent, as his rhythm splinters.

“Yes. Just like that. Squeeze me dry.” His voice cracks, hips grinding hard against you as he spills in ragged surges. You whimper at the heat of it, the way his cock twitches with every burst, flooding you until your thighs quiver. He doesn’t relent—drives into the convulsions, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle a growl as you milk him, greedy and shaking.

It’s endless.

A free fall where time fractures. You’re aware of nails carving crescents into his arm, of your throat burning from the cries he wrings from you, of the wet slap of skin as he fucks himself through his own climax, dragging out every shuddering ripple. His cum sears you, a molten spill that makes your own aftershocks clench tighter, sharper, until you’re sobbing from oversensitivity.

When he finally stills, forehead damp against your shoulder, you feel him everywhere—the ache in your hips, the bruises forming on your collarbone, the thick, slick drip between your legs where he’s still seated, twitching faintly as the last waves ebb.

“Knew you’d shine,” he murmurs, lips grazing your neck. His hands are gentler now, tracing the tremors still skittering down your thighs. One palm lingers low on your stomach, pressing as if to savour the mess he’s created inside.

[dwclarkey]

COME ON, COWBOY — g.clarke ⋆｡˚

— summary

you were out with your friends at the bar for a catch up and the theme was to dress up in different costumes. once you got there you noticed another group of people there who were all dressed up as well, and you saw somebody who was wearing a cowboy outfit, matching with you.

— a/n

thank u all sm for the love on the last fic, means the world honestly :-)))) anyway i couldn’t not write about this photo as it changed so many people’s lives x hope u all enjoy

— contains

smut, 18+, degradation, hair pulling, choking, public sex, slightly mean george (but it’s okay she likes it), praise (if you squint), quickies, katoptronophilia, mdni!!

“come on, we’re gonna be late!” you heard your bestfriend shout up at you from the bottom of the stairs. you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. you were wearing a white vest top with patterns, blue flared jeans and a cowboy belt to go with it. you only had a small amount of makeup on your face, as you knew you’d probably end up making out with random men and did not want it to get smudged. it was your birthday, after all. why not treat yourself!

you quickly grabbed the pink cowboy hat that was laying on your bed and placed it on your head, adjusting it slightly. eventually, you ran down the stairs and out the door with your bestfriend who was dressed up as a very slutty police officer. you chuckled at her outfit, shaking your head.

“you sure harry is going to be okay with you wearing that?” you teased, making her roll her eyes. “oh shut up, anyway, he was the one who suggested it actually” she exclaimed proudly, making you laugh. “of course he did, come on, let’s go get pissed” you threw your arm around her shoulder as you walked to the bar.

you both finally made it to the location of the piss up, greeting all your other friends that were dressed equally as slutty as the other. you had such hot friends, if only at least one of them liked girls. maybe in another universe, you always said to yourself.

you all walked in and instantly froze. fuck me, it was packed.

“jesus fuck” one of your friends yelped out, making you all laugh. you were scanning the building for some place to sit, and you noticed a small booth in the corner. “come on, over there” you pointed in the direction and all walked over there, taking a seat. you were sat next to your bestfriend, facing the bar area. you continued to scan the place to try and get a feel of the atmosphere, and your eyes landed on a group of lads, all seeming to be wearing costumes like you.

however, your eye only seemed to be locked onto one person in particular and the only reasoning for that being he was wearing a cowboy outfit. you hadn’t even seen his face yet you knew he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. he was leaning against the bar in a conversation with his friend, his hat ever so slightly being in the way of his face although you could only just make out a slight beard and what seemed to be a mullet falling out of his hat.

you tried not to stare, but you couldn’t help it. his arms.. oh my god his arms were huge. you quickly shook your thoughts away and joined the conversation between your friends, although you did share the occasional glance at him.

“i’ll go get the first round” you grinned at your friends.

they screamed in excitement, making you chuckle. you exit the booth and make your way up to the bar area and waited patiently at the counter. you side eyed some loud older men that were constantly shouting at the bartenders to serve them, making you roll your eyes. you turned your head round and saw that same group you were looking at earlier, and you saw him. even better, you could see his face. he was HOT. so insanely hot.

his smile was gorgeous, you needed his lips on yours. you turned back round, frowning to yourself. ‘stop being a creep’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head.

you found yourself back at the table with your friends enjoying your drinks and you watched as he walked past. him and that fucking cowboy outfit. it was so hot. you also bet he was even hotter under that. he quickly stole a glance at you as he walked past, not smiling, nothing. just seeming to eye you up. you could see his pupils move around in them two seconds that he walked past you, and you instantly felt yourself freeze.

your bestfriend must have noticed this as you got nudged in the arm. you furrowed your eyebrows at her. “you okay?” she asked, tilting her head. you nodded. “yeah, why?” she shook her head and turned back have a conversation with someone. unbeknownst to her, you had a certain cowboy on your mind. and he wasn’t going anywhere.

throughout the night, you and your cowboy shared many glances towards each other. practically eye fucking each other. well to you it was, anyway. everyone in the building had gotten way more drunk, the talking was louder, the music was bouncing off the walls and all of you were now somehow on the dance floor, not that you remember how you got there. your friends were all dancing together, arms all over each other making you chuckle. for straight girls, they were certainly getting into this.

you then turned your head round away from them to see him staring deeply at you. his eyes never leaving you as he drank his pint, making you smirk slightly. you slowly walked away from your friends and headed towards the bathroom, thinking of an evil plan. you quickly latched your eyes back on his, before darting to the bathroom door, and then back at his eyes within seconds. you could tell he got the memo as he instantly downed his pint and slammed it on the table, walking towards you.

you entered the bathroom and closed the door, walking up to the mirror and checking your appearance, smirking to yourself as you heard the door open. you faced the door and leant back against the sink. he slowly moved towards you, scratching his face. “you’re staring.” he said lowly to you. you chuckled. “and you aren’t?” you smirked at him, which made him scoff, sticking his tongue in his inner cheek.

he moved even closer to you and tilted your head up with his finger. “what’s your name, darling?” he pondered. “you don’t need to know” you smirked.

he let go off your chin with a scoff, moving away from you. you watched as his eyes darkened as he continued to look at you and all of your body, acting like he had x ray vision the way he was admiring you.

“come on, cowboy. what are you thinking?” you walked closer to him and you looked up at him, smiling. “what am i thinking, huh?” he scoffed. “i’m thinking, that i knew you were a filthy fucking whore ever since i layed eyes on you.” he growled, staring at you deeply, before gripping onto your face and spinning you around, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “you are, aren’t you. look at your face. it’s like your begging to be fucked right here in this bathroom.” you smirked at his words, saliva slightly falling down your face from the way he was holding it.

you nodded slightly, making him groan in annoyance. “darling, use your words. come on, cowgirl.” he smirked at you, repeating your words. “fuck… yes.. fuck me right here” he chuckled at you, spinning you back round. “good girl” he said before capturing your lips in a kiss, moving you back and trapping you against the sink, his hands moving to your hips as both of your tongues fought against each other, moaning into each others mouths as it got incredibly heated.

“fuck.. you know darling.. you’re going to have to be so quiet for me.. can you do that?” he panted between kisses, his hands reaching up to cup your face. you nodded quickly. “yeah.. yeah.. i’ll be quiet.. promise” he groaned at your words and spun you back round and instantly gripped onto your hair, pulling your head back. “you are so beautiful.” he smiled slightly at you, his fingers trailing up your neck as he watched you smirking at him in the mirror, making him grip your throat tightly. “little slut, aren’t you” he whispered in your ear, biting it. you whimpered at this, your breath hitching. “such pretty noises for me, cowgirl. the prettiest cowgirl i ever did see” his lips reached forward and kissed your neck softly.

his hand trailed down your front, giving you goosebumps. “such a pretty outfit. shame such a filthy whore is wearing it, hm? pretty face, as well.” he admired your features in the mirror as the other hand stayed gripped in your hair. he used one hand to unbuckle your belt and unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down to reveal a naked bottom half, making him raise an eyebrow at you. “no panties, huh?” he smirked. “you were expecting to get fucked weren’t you? you little whore” he chuckled, instantly inserting a finger into you, making you gasp loudly. he groaned as he let go of your hair and threw his free hand around your mouth. “i thought i told you to be quiet?”

you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as he moved his finger quicker inside you and then adding an extra one, making you squirm even more. he quickly pulled them out and licked them clean before unbuckling his own belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down, revealing his hard dick. “you gonna be good and be quiet or do i have to gag you?” he said in your ear. you shook your head, earning a smirk from him. “good girl. so good for me.” he placed a kiss on the top of your head and lined himself up behind you, using one hand to push you down.

he teased you slightly, making you whimper, before instantly pushing inside you, making you both groan. he started to thrust slowly, one hand reaching around you to place it over your mouth, the other finding its way back in your hair, pulling you back again. “you wanna watch yourself get fucked?” he said in your ear, watching you both in the mirror, smirking. you nodded and mumbled a ‘yes’ as he kissed your neck, his movements eventually becoming quicker and deeper.

his groans became louder making him have to dig his face in your shoulder, muffling them. his thrusts became more sloppy and messy and his grip on your hair became looser making him eventually let go and the hand wandered to your ass, gripping it. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you looked at him, seeing his eyes darken once more at the sight of you. “fuck..” he growled. “im almost there” you nodded in agreement and that almost sent him over the edge.

“cum for me, darling. let me feel you over me” he whispered into your ear, gripping hard onto your hip. you finally let out one silent moan, your whole body shaking as you finished over him, making him groan slightly. he pulled out of you fast. “on your knees. now” you slowly got on your knees and looked up at him, smiling. he chuckled at you. “look at you.” he cupped your face and smiled. “open wide” he smirked at you, bringing his tip closer to your face. he gripped onto the sink and moaned quietly as he spilled down your throat, making your eyes water at the sudden liquid hitting you. you swallowed it all and he pulled you up, bringing you in for a kiss.

“you’re something else, you know that” he caressed your cheek. “now, get going” you smirked at his words, shaking your head. “you’re kicking me out? im offended” he rolled your eyes as he watched you pull your jeans up and buckling your belt back up, and turned to walk out the door, giving him a view of your ass.

you walked back outside and found your friends all sat at the booth. “where the hell have you been?” one of them said to you, with a puzzled expression on their face. “sorry, think i fell asleep on the toilet” you smirked as you watched him walking out of the bathroom, winking at you. your friends were obviously too out of it to even care what was happening, they just went back to staring into space.

all of a sudden you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around to see a man in his early 20s in front of you. you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “hi, im jake..” he slurred. “you’re really fit, wanna makeout?” you looked around and sure enough sure your cowboy glaring at you, making you smirk. this ‘jake’ was not attractive at all. nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. “yeah, why not.” you pulled him in by his collar and kissed him, making all your friends cheer at the pair of you. his kiss was sloppy, and you could taste the beer on his tongue which was disgustingly attacking yours. you quickly pulled away and patted him on the shoulder.

he winked at you really strangely. “call me, yeah?” he passed you a crumbled up piece of paper which had his number on and you nodded. you switched your gaze to the cowboys and he looked angry. very angry. almost as if steam was coming out of his ears. you sat back down at the booth and chuckled.

what an insane night this was.

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part 2 coming soon x

[dwclarkey]

AFTER DARK — g.clarke ⋆｡˚

— summary

your boyfriend brings you on a trip to new york and you make use of your hotel balcony, that’s it really x x x

— a/n

hihi so this is the first time i’ve ever actually uploaded on tumblr & also my first smut lolll uh sorry if this is bad pls don’t be mean ty xx

— contains

sexual content, 18+, hair pulling, spitting, fingering, eating out, finger sucking, exhibitionism, praise, lots more but i can’t think straight atm, oh and slight fluff at the end, only slight, mdni!

it was just hours ago you were wandering the streets of new york and becoming a tourist, taking in all the sights of this beautiful city. however, you seemed to currently be backed up against your hotel balcony railing with your boyfriend’s lips on yours, hungry, like he hadn’t eaten in days.

his hands roamed all over your body, your face, your hips, everywhere he could reach. you could tell that he was hungry. hungry for you. your body. he just wanted you. you felt his tongue run against your bottom lip and your breath hitched. he chuckled against your mouth and you moaned quietly, giving him easy access into your mouth. your tongues fought against each other with desperate rhythm, both groaning into each others mouths.

you both pulled away for air, foreheads resting against each other. his breathing suddenly became erratic and his eyes darkened, pupils dilating. he looks at you in the eyes, lifting your chin up with his finger, making you gasp slightly. he smirked at you, tilting his head to the side to look at you.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

you blushed, moving your head to the side to look away. he cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb, smiling at you.

“don’t hide from me. i want to see your face. so beautiful. my beautiful girl.”

you looked up at him and smiled, his eyes instantly softening.

“turn around for me” his eyes wandered all over the dress you were wearing that showed your body off as you faced your back to him and leant back against him. he groaned as he wrapped an arm around your waist as the other trailed up your body and grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it slightly which made you whine a little bit louder than you imagined. he chuckled in your ear, making you shiver from the sudden cold air.

george’s hand on your tit moved and you felt his thumb tracing your bottom lip slowly as if it was waiting for permission to enter you. you opened your mouth slightly and he instantly pushed his thumb in there and your lips closed, sucking it slightly. he groaned slightly in response to this.

“fuck, you love my fingers in your mouth don’t you, you filthy slut”

he growled in your ear, making you completely melt in his arms.

“stay still, you’re not going anywhere”

george slowly removed his thumb out of your mouth and his hand which was wrapped around your waist slowly travelled up your body, touching every curve and dip he could find before ending up teasing your neck and gently squeezing it making you whimper.

“oh darling, such pretty sounds you make for me”

he whispered in your ear biting it slightly, him chuckling at your reaction.

“please… george…”

you whined out, his other hand now cupping your other tit.

“hm? please what?”

you could feel him smirking against your neck as he kissed it softly, occasionally biting it or sucking. there was definitely going to be marks in the morning.

“turn around”

he demanded, quickly moving his hands off your body, much to your dismay. you did as he said, turning around slowly and leaning back up against the railing.

george looked you up and down and you swore you could’ve seen his eyes darken even more then they already were. he moved closer to you, trapping you again. his leg suddenly moved inbetween yours, spreading them apart.

“you’re not to move, understood?”

he stared at you, smirking.

you nodded, your eyes never leaving his.

“no, use your words. let me hear you say it.”

he groaned.

you suddenly gulped and you could feel your whole lower body heating up.

“i understand.”

you smiled innocently up at him to which he smiled back at you and nodded.

“good. now relax, darling. let me take care of you.”

one of his hands trailed down your body once again making sure he touches every part of you. his eyes begin the dilate even more than they were and eventually he stopped. you watched as he knelt down on the ground, his eyes never leaving yours. you let out a soft whine at the sight, him smirking up at you.

“keep these legs open for me” he kissed along your bare thighs teasing you ever so slightly, making you shiver. he rolled the bottom of your dress up slightly, smirking at the sight. he lazily lent in and placed a kiss on your clit, never removing eye contact with you. he continued to tease you leaving just little kisses along your inner thighs and clit making you groan.

“please… do something..” you huffed out, making him chuckle.

“patience, darling.” he smirked up at you. you hated how cocky he was but you hated how attractive he was whilst being cocky. it was annoying.

all of a sudden your leg got thrown over his shoulder and he let his tongue hungrily explore you, licking up and down extremely slowly as he shut his eyes and engulfed more of you. george left you a trembling mess above him and he could feel your legs giving out on you making him grip hold of you tighter.

you grabbed hold of his hair as he continued to explore you, slightly pulling on it making him groan into you, leaving shivers all down your body. his tongue continued to move perfectly against you, each lick getting you closer and closer to the edge. you gasped as you felt a finger easily enter you, and he pulled his face away.

“fuck, so wet, so perfect for me” he mumbled under his breath. he looked back up at you and smirked as he began to move his finger faster, curling it to the exact spot where you could’ve sworn you were about to explode. your panting became erratic and you moaned louder then you already were, your whole body now shaking which made him remove his finger. you frowned at him as he stood up, chuckling at you.

“not yet. be patient” he lifted your chin up with his finger and his lips were back on yours, allowing you to taste yourself. you both moaned into the kiss and his hand reached up to your hair and slightly pulled it back, making you moan. he smirked at your reaction, pulling more.

“you love getting your hair pulled by me, don’t you, darling?” george whispered in your ear, biting it slightly.

you nodded, letting out a slight whimper.

“hm, that’s my girl.” he caressed your cheek and smiled at you before spinning you around. “now bend over for me.” george demanded, his hands tracing over you as your whole body leant over the rail.

“fuck..” he breathed out, his hands gripping onto your hips as he moved towards you, trapping you against the railing. you could feel his body lean over you and he kissed your shoulder.

“so beautiful” you felt one of his hands run up your body and reached around to your neck, gripping it slightly.

“are you gonna be good for me?” you nodded in response. “no, let me hear you.” he growled.

“yes.. im gonna be good..” you whimpered slightly.

you heard a belt buckle behind you and your breath automatically hitched, and you gripped onto the railing harder, making your knuckles go white.

he started groaning behind you, his hands coming down onto your ass, slapping it. you yelped out ultimately making your legs feel like jelly. george chuckled behind you and you felt something warm and hard line up at your entrance, making you gasp. he teased you slightly, rubbing his dick up and down you as his other hand gripped in your hair, pulling it again.

“stop teasing” you groaned, making him chuckle. “where’s the fun in that?”

you whined, trying to push more back into him.

“so needy, darling. all you have to do is ask” he said in a low voice. “please..” you whine.

“please what, hm? come on.. use your words for me” george grabbed your ass.

“please.. fuck me george.. make me feel good” you whimpered softly. “yeah, want me to make you feel good, darling?” he whispered, as he slowly entered you, making you both groan. he started slowly, allowing you to,e to adjust to him. his hand gripped harder in your hair, pulling you back.

he slowly started to rock faster into you, his panting getting faster and more erratic, his other hand gripping onto your hip tightly.

“fuck, you’re doing so well for me, darling. let me hear you, baby. let the whole city know who you belong to.” george whispered into your ear, both hands now gripping onto your hips, his breathing getting erratic and thrusts getting deeper therefore making your moans become louder and louder.

“that’s it, that’s my girl. let them hear you.” george’s hands made it to your neck and gripped tightly as his rhythm became slightly irregular.

one hand reached up to grab your hair again, pulling it back tight. “open up for me” he growled into your ear. you opened up your mouth and he spat in it, before instantly pushing your head back down and his hand returned to its tight grip back on your neck.

“please george.. im so close” you cried out, your whole body shaking as his hands struggle to stay on your neck as sweat drips all over both of you. he groaned, his thrusts becoming harder and messier than before, allowing both of you to moan even louder then you were. “fuck.. always do so so well for me, don’t you. my girl. such a good girl. come for me, darling”

this then sent you over the edge, letting out one final moan as you finished all over him making him groan in pleasure. “fuck.. that’s it” he growled, still moving his hips fast. “im close too, darling.. get on your knees for me, be a good girl.”

george slowly pulled out of you, watching as your release spilled out of you, almost making him finish right there and then. he watched you as you got on his knees for him, your eyes never leaving his.

“fuck.. gonna make me finish by just looking at you” he cupped your chin and then trailed it towards the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. “just stay there, stay right there.. fuck” he groaned as he stroked himself and looking at all of your features. your perfect features.

you smiled up at him innocently and the grip on the back of your neck got tighter which usually indicated he was about to cum right here and now. “open up baby, let me see that pretty tongue of yours” you did as he said, and his eyes darkened and he clenched them shut for a second, groaning and panting messily.

seconds later you felt him grip the top of your head and shove his dick into your throat, letting out a moan as you felt the warm, salty liquid hit the back of your throat. you licked him clean, leaving small kisses on the top of his tip, smiling.

george looked down at you and cupped your cheek, patting it gently.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he smiled down at you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

you blushed, looking away from him which he let out a chuckle to. “you’re so shy, how can you be so shy after that?” you giggled at him and you stood up slowly, your legs shaking.

“woah.. hey, come on. i’ve got you. let’s go run you a bath, yeah? you’re okay..” he helped you up and placed and arm around your shoulder before kissing your forehead and walking towards your shared bathroom and running you both a warm bath, to which you both cleaned each other and shared the occasional kiss on the head.

it was safe to say that this happened every night you were here, and it got better everytime.