#bohrap smut

[bohemiansweede]

Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

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On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

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|| Taming Her ||

Description: Where does a disgraced Princess end up in order for the royal family to save whatever dignity they have left? In a 'respectful' marriage with the greatest Grand General the royal army's ever known, of course.

Pairing: Dark Husband!Ben Hardy | Brat Wife!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Ben Hardy. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con (just to be safe), patriarchy, Dom!Ben, Sub!Reader, arranged!marriage dark!Ben, manhandling, historical!au, power imbalance, humiliation, degradation, age gap (Ben is early 30's and reader is early 20's), spanking, brat taming, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, groping, use of chastity belt, blow job, face fucking, fingering, deflowering, p in v, slight objectification, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, gagging, creampie.

Note: English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

"Small…" Were the first words to leave Princess Y/n's mouth as she was helped off her carriage, acting as if she wasn't the one at disadvantage here, pushing the veil supposed to be covering her face away that usually the husbands removed once as she examined her new home that was the Grand General's estate in disgust. "Pathetic." Unaware of what was to come once inside, she continued to arrogantly grumble in a condescending manner, her disdain obvious. 

"Well," Ben, her husband, guardian and protector from this day forth, just smiled and snorted under his breath. This wasn't anything the man wasn't already used to. He had seen her grow up from a naughty child to a misbehaving adult. Working for her father directly as his most trusted General half his life now, he knew her through and through. "Now that you're here, you'll surely transform it all, won't you, dear?" Even though the fabric supposed to cover her face was pushed to that side on which Ben stood, he could very easily imagine her rolling her eyes at his words. 

"You can only wish, peasant." The elbow he held out for her to take was left ignored as she gripped her wedding dress in bunches between her fists, stomping her way to the entrance before walking inside and starting to examine and toss things aside with the tips of her fingers, dusting them on her dress every once in a while to express her disgust in silence. As if they were dirty. 

The male entered behind her and closed the doors to the estate for the day, lowering her luggage that he was holding next to the pile that the royal servants had made next to the door before joining the little brat that was his wife now, his eyes travelling down to her ass that the dress did nothing for. 

Ben bit his lip as he took his time with just admiring the sight of Y/n walking through his- their house. Truth was, he had always adored her cute face and disobedient ways. If cute little girls such as herself didn't deserve to be spoiled then he didn't know who else did. Because then husbands such as himself could tame them and mould them into being whatever they desired. He couldn't sugar coat it if he tried, nothing compared to taming pathetic brats into becoming compliant little trophy wives. Reducing them down to nothing before building them back up however her man desired. 

The Grand General wasn't a man of an overinflated ego or false pride. He embraced his truths and wore his identity proudly. Instead of trying to be what he was not, he rather revelled in all he could be, good and bad, with what he already was. 

And in this case, he would be Y/n's dirty military man, as she liked to call him using her former standing in the kingdom. Holding her neat and supple body next to his hard and scarred one, feeling the tenderness her spotless skin would surely provide, drinking the sweet elixir of her body and adjusting it all based on his own preferences and tastes. Bending her however and wherever he desired, condition her to his commands, teach her discipline, give her appropriate training and of course, punish her whenever she'd stumble from the path he'd carve for her. 

The reminder that even though he had taken mercy on her and her family's reputation and taken her hand in marriage when she'd been the one accused of committing adultery and running away, -which only God knew led her to whatever disgraceful circumstances before they brought her back home- she acted like she had done him a favour by accepting him. 

It filled Ben's body with an icy excitement of the sick sort. 

There would be nothing more beautiful than her broken form trembling underneath him, completely at his mercy, as he would be the sole decider of her fate; her ultimate destiny. Her God. The only law she will ever know from this day forward. Worshipping him for everything and anything, loving him and respecting him on her knees in absence of any sort of covers between them. Shying away from his hold when swell and heavy with his child, waddling as she'd surely whine about how uncomfortable it was yet thanking him and accepting it with gratefulness when he'd be plant another seed inside her soon after. 

"Look at yourself pretending as if I couldn't have easily let your family give you off to some elderly nobleman as his personal little harlot instead of giving you my name, dear…" Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her husband's voice right in her ear from behind as she was standing next to the fireplace, Ben's rough fingertips finding her forearms although in a gentle manner as he caressed the soft skin, sighing in contentment at the unfamiliar feeling. 

Y/n grumbled as she recovered from the shock. He'd been so silent in approaching her that she hadn't heard or felt anything. "W- What are you doing?!" Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt her back touch his hard chest that his uniform did nothing to create an illusion of softness for. "Ugh- stop it commoner or you'll get your dirt and sweat on me!" A thread of ice trailed down the length of her spine upon the realization of just how strong he really was when she couldn't pry herself free from his hold. And so far he was only holding her by the arms with the use of his fingers. 

"Or you could let me take care of you and colour you brown and dirty with me, doll" he said that only to spite her as he was uncharacteristically clean today, having done no field work since he had taken a leave for his special day. A chuckle escaped him when she grumbled and tried to break free harder this time, huffing and mumbling surely profanities. "What, you don't like that idea?" His lips had found her ear again, nose taking long whiffs of her scent as they traced the shell of her ear, causing goosebumps all over her skin. 

"S- Stop it, you're so…" She tried again, this time no different than the last, feeling herself sink further and further in the heat of his body. "So…"

He'd noticed the stutter in her words. Perfect. She was getting right where he wanted her. "You do know that you have to respect me from now on or there are going to be consequences, right? Remember? In sickness and in health, loving and obeying me always?" One of his hands snaked from her arm to her waist, his rough palm feeling the tenderness underneath over the dress. Another heavy chuckle rumbled in his chest when she squeaked in disdain at his words. 

"Who actually ever follows some silly v- vows!" Gulping quickly to maintain the stability in her voice when his other hand palmed her breast, Y/n continued as she struggled to twist free from his hold. "Promises and r- rules are meant to be broken- hmmn~" the sound she made was completely unintentional, a product of him circling her now hard nipple before pinching it. She was starting to feel violated.

"Not in this house, they're not." Even though his voice was soft, a firmness coated his words as his lips peppered kisses down her unmarked skin. "We have rules in this house, upon the violation of which are consequences." His hand that was previously placed on her abdomen now slipped under the layers of her gowns, fingers brushing against her chastity belt, the action tearing a gasp out of her. 

"I- I… am a P- Princess! And I d- decree you release me right n- now, you vile savage!" Y/n did her best to ignore the goosebumps and curls that formed in the base of her stomach when he traced the skin around the chastity that wasn't covered, fighting hard for her dignity. 

Ben only laughed in response to her words, flipping her around before pushing her against the wall beside the fireplace so fast the girl could barely comprehend it. "Oh, did you not hear, love?" His hands met underneath her dress upon her ass cheeks now, groping and spreading the cheeks not for her but for his pleasure alone. The man was determined to memorize and explore every patch of skin on his wife's body. 

"H- Hear what?" Her eyes gleamed with the thin covering of tears over them. She wasn't sure anymore if they were only those of humiliation and shame. Y/n feared that they were also perhaps in longing and desire for something… else. 

The reason why she was in a chastity belt in the first place was because a few years ago the girl had been caught by her head maid, bent over her bath with a hand between her legs as she desperately tried to explore the feeling and whatever else laid at the end of the shivers and tingles she'd feel whenever something would brush against her sex. But before she could ever unravel that mystery, the Queen had been summoned and after a thorough spanking she'd been put in a chastity that her head maid had carried until this day, handing it to her husband before he brought her home with him. 

"You were stripped of your title, my dear." The smugness was dripping off his smirk as he brought his hands to the top side of the dress again, grabbing a hold of the fabric. "Now you're nothing more than the Grand General's wife. Tch, you're so silly. Nobody wants a disgrace for a child" a loud yelp escaped Y/n when he suddenly tore the dress in half from the middle, causing her arms to fly to her chest in defense. "No, no, no" clicking his tongue while shaking his head, Ben tore the rest of the dress off her body before forcefully pulling it off her. "Now you know better than to do that, darling."

"Please…" Y/n gulped as her husband raised an eyebrow at how she sounded. "No, I mean, I mean, please!" She pleaded, shaking her head in denial towards the fact that she'd moaned the word at first, supplying him a mantra of no when he chuckled knowingly. 

"It's okay, love. I am your husband, after all. Who will take care of you if not me" he could tell she was conflicted now, torn between stubbornness and desire, the girl struggled to decide what she really wanted. "You just have to get on your knees and submit to my authority. And then it'll be everything you've ever wanted" his eyes travelled down to her covered core that he held the keys to. "And more."

Her flushed face redenned at his words. "Y- You know about that?" If she wasn't so bare and… vulnerable right now, the former Princess would have had a complete opposite reaction to everything she had been subjected to in the last ten minutes. But he was making her feel so small and warm, utterly powerless in his mercy and unguarded in his wrath would she invite it.

Not to mention the familiar sensation between her legs that he had awakened even in the presence of the damned belt somehow. That she had not been able to even after all the years of trying. 

"Walls in the castle have ears, love." Ben stole another gasp from her when his fingers curled around her elbows that were covering her chest, pushing them up and above her head to grant himself a view of her perfect breasts, pointing towards him as if daring him to attend to them, nipples alarmed and hard for his touch. 

"Just think about it, hm? Nobody cares for you anyways. They never did. You were nothing but the unplanned problem child that they always wanted to get rid of." He could not deny that he did feel somewhat unpleasant saying such words to the only girl he had ever had eyes for. But the greater good had always outweighed the other factors for him. It was the sole reason for his success as a respectable man of his society today. "But me, I can give you everything you have truly desired and longed for" a shaky sigh tumbled past her lips as one of her feet kicked against the ground in response to the feeling of his warm lips encasing one of her sensitive nubs between them. 

"G- Grand General!" He could not help but smirk against her skin as his tongue ran around and caressed the treat that he was sucking on. This was the first time she had ever referred to him by his title and not some insult. 

Everything was falling into place. That was the only way, after all. It was a plan perfectly executed. Formed and performed solely by him, there was no way it could not work. 

Making her surrender was nothing compared to the careful plot he'd put forward and set into action in order to have her, a girl he could never have had otherwise unless in an undignified way. Rising the proper suspicions, inciting the calculated rumours, feeding into the whispers and accusations against the actually innocent Princess from a distance, he watched patiently in all his glory as victory approached him like its title depended on him, like he decided it's fate.

He had once warned her that her disrespectful and arrogant ways would be her demise. She had brushed it off and shot him a petty insult in response. And look where it had gotten her. Misunderstood for being what she was not simply because she didn't feign nobility that was really just a system of generational hypocrisy. 

Ben loved that about her. And that was exactly why only he deserved her. He just had to have her. There could never be another way. Nobody could ever hope to understand this beautiful and ferocious flame of the best and the worst like he could. 

She could only ever belong with someone like him. And him alone.

Yes. It was wretched but it was also divine. It was the greater good that easily dominated the minor factors involved in achieving his most prized possession. 

Y/n was a writhing mess by the time he latched his tongue onto her other breast, sucking and gently biting the skin as he firmly held both her arms in one of his hands above her head. "Please~ please! Ben-"

Letting go with a plop, the male clicked his tongue and raised his head to level their gazes, shushing her with a hot kiss before punishing her with a stern bite to her bottom lip, pulling a loud whine out of the bride. "Now, who allowed you to call me that, my love?" When her lust clouded head tilted to the side in confusion, the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "It is Sir or Master for when you submit to me or when I want to use you, and husband for other times." As she gulped down bile, he brought his face so close to hers that their noses touched. "Which brings us right back to the first question; do you submit to me as my faithful wife to use and please whenever I desire?" While forcefully snatching and ripping something apart was fun, there was nothing more satisfying than breaking someone into submitting to what was inevitable. In this case that being him.

"W- Will you take this hideous thing off and make me feel… feel…" She didn't exactly know how it felt. "... However it feels…" Hanging her head low sheepishly, she bit her lip as her cheeks burnt in humiliation. Y/n felt exposed and vulnerable, wet in both arousal and with his spit. 

"Why yes of course, dear." Enveloping the girl's lips in his, Ben took his time savoring the soft cushions of flesh and skin before letting go with quick chaste pecks. "All you need to do is accept your place and leave the rest to me. I will make it worth my best girl's while." 

"Only girl, you mean" she quietly whimpered back, uncharacteristically submissive and meek as she dared to look up at him, whimpering when he deeply chuckled. 

"Of course, my love." Letting go of her arms, Ben stood back to his height, easily towering over her not only through the inches but also due to how built he was, strong shoulders wide and body exuding a strong dominant aura foreign to and in contrast to that of the girl.

Y/n sighed and bit her lip, taking in one last breath before succumbing to the dull ache between her legs, desperate and helpless against her physical curiosities. And to be fair, he wasn't entirely wrong. She had always felt out of place. It was the primary reason she struggled to find herself a peaceful sanctuary, always at an edge, never relating to those around her and having trouble with expressing who she really was, careful and cautious of her covers and walls, afraid of coming off vulnerable.

Maybe this is where she would find it all. Under her husband and on her knees. After all the years of feeling like an outcast, maybe here, she could finally belong. Let go of the protective cuccoon of defiance, finally allowing herself to be vulnerable and not being met with disappointment because she did.

Or, this could all just be her desire toying with her rationality.

There was only one way to find out. 

What else did she have to lose, really?

"Okay." Y/n finally spoke after what felt like an eternity, blinking as she came back to the present moment, looking Ben right in the eyes as he intently awaited the inevitable with crossed arms, taking in the sight of the girl's exposed body while completely clothed himself. Leaning forward, she pressed a timid kiss to his lips before going to lower herself on her knees only to wince when one of the man's hands suddenly found a bunch of her hair before curling the strands in a fist. "Ouch! Wha-"

"Ask for permission first next time" his commanding voice was stern, but definitely not as harsh as it could go. "Tsk, you might just need more discipline than I anticipated" tears welled up in her eyes from how rough his grip was. 

"I- I am sorry, sir… I- I did not know" her voice broke towards the end, one shaky hand placing over his as it silently begged for mercy, the former Princess' body not used to anything harsher than a spanking but that too in the event of going beyond the line. "Please, sorry" Y/n sniffed as she blinked away the moisture in her eyes. 

"You better be." Loosening his grip, Ben closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. "One should know their place to avoid a life of existential conflict" he repeated the words she would often tell him, causing her to flush. "And as much as I adore you, my sweet pea, yours is below mine." Hooking a finger under her chin, he raised her lowered head to be able to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Do you understand? Say yes sir." 

"Y- Yes, sir." Y/n obeyed, sinking to the floor on her knees the moment the military hummed in satisfaction and let go of her. 

"Now, what do we say?"

The girl gulped, hoping to get it right as she gripped her knees. "I- I accept my place as your… o- obedient wife, sir." 

Although it was not what he fully wanted, this was tremendous progress and Ben decided to keep it as such, knowing he had all their lives to correct and improve her response to his liking. "See?" One of his heavy hands patted the top of her head. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" The girl shook her head as she peeked up at his form through her lashes. 

"N- No, sir." 

The male hummed in response, grabbing another fistful of her hair but much softer this time, turning towards the living room sofa before starting to drag her behind him. "Don't stand up" he warned when she went to get back up on her feet. "Good wives crawl for their husbands like worthy pets." Making sure the pull on her hair wasn't too hard, Ben looked back at her to admire the sight of her walking on all fours behind him, head slightly tilted towards him due to how he was holding her hair. 

Could any other man ever make her look this perfect?

No. 

She was beautiful in her submission, awaiting whatever he had planned for her, patiently kneeling before him when he sat down on the sofa and beckoned her closer. 

"Between my legs, dear. You're doing so good." Ben decided to praise her, smiling when she bit her lip and blushed before lowering her head. "Now I know you're needy and it must be difficult for you, but before I open that belt, I need to make sure you deserve me. Will you be a doll and prove that you are worthy, hm?" Her breath hitched in her throat when his fingers toyed with the strands of her hair. 

"I- I will try my best, Master."

"Good girl" the bride found herself liking the praise that she'd despised all her life. Maybe, she figured, it was due to who was saying it that she finally liked it. "Now, I need you to fuck your face on my cock, can you do that?" There was something about sweetly luring her into his web that force or roughness would drastically lack. 

"H- Huh?" That earned her another one of his deep chuckles as he leaned forward and held her face in both his hands, tenderly stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He couldn't afford to break his trophy on its very first day now, could he? 

"Of course I'll instruct you, my sweet girl." Pressing a series of feather light kisses to her face, he continued. "Because I would have been really fucking disappointed, had you known what I meant."

"S- So I did good?" Y/n was thankful that he was not actually the beast she had always thought him to be. 

Or, was he?

"We will see" he leaned back against the rest of the sofa before getting comfortable and increasing his manspread. "Come here and undo my pants" although a bit embarrassed by his demand, the girl convinced herself that it was okay and this was in the privacy of the estate and between two spouses, biting one of her lips and doing as she was told. "Just like that" his fingers disappeared between her locks as he gently scratched her scalp in an encouraging manner. "Now pull them open and show me some love, baby." 

Y/n was uncertain as she fumbled with the rough clothing of his army attire, fingers shakily pulling the opening of the pants apart to reveal his clothed cock as she shot him a quick peek, the sight of his dark eyes watching her igniting a flame between her hips. He was watching her. Tilting her head to the side, the girl tried to decide how she was going to show her love to him. 

"Go ahead, touch it." Ben encouraged, a bit breathless as he played with her hair. This sight alone could make him cum. "It doesn't do harm… unless I want it to" a grin made it's way on his features when she gasped under her breath and blushed at his vulgar words. "And if you show it a good time, I'll make sure it won't. How's that for a deal?" Avoiding the man's eyes, the girl nodded and touched his clothed member with one timid hand, almost pulling back when he released a sharp sigh along a praise. 

Pushing all sense of dignity to the side, she finally came to a decision of how she was going to show it love and… a good time. Leaning forwards and feeling her breasts go into a hanging position, Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Ben's hard and restrained cock, unsure but hopeful. 

"Fuck…" His responsive curse came quick. "Just like that. Keep going." Sighing in relief, the former Princess tried her best to touch and stroke it the best she could, kissing and tracing the shape with the tip of her nose as well as fingers. "Good, good girl. Take it out, don't be shy. It is only your husband's" ignoring the heat that the shame and embarrassment lit up inside her, the girl peeled the cover off his cock obediently, gasping when it sprang out before gulping at the sight of its girth as well as length. 

"Pretty" the word betrayed her mouth before the could register it, gasping and covering her mouth as her widened eyes shot up to his face while hurriedly shaking her head. "N- No! I- I mean-"

"It's alright. I am glad you feel that way, darling." He couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride. She was too good. "Because you are going to be seeing and taking a whole lot of it." Even though he wanted to savour this moment where the former brat worshipped and praised his cock, his testicles were growing impatient by the passing second. "Why don't you take it in your mouth and appreciate it's beauty then, hm?"

"T- Take it in my mouth, Master?!" The virgin was baffled at his words. 

Ben raised an eyebrow as the grip he had on her scalp stiffened just a little. "Worthy wives take it wherever their husbands desire, little one." A wince tumbled past her lips at the burning sensation in her scalp and she succumbed to his authority without much fight, lowering her head and reaching for his cock. "Now, that's a perfect girl right there" caressing the hair at the back of her head, the male once again resumed his relaxed position. 

Unable to contain herself, Y/n pressed a few more kisses to the length before reaching the tip, her inexperienced fingertips tracing the base and lips latching an open mouth kiss to the leaking opening on the top of the package, mouth scrunching just a little at the taste of his precum but not stopping there as her own knees were starting to shake both from being in an unfamiliar position for so long now and because the ache between her legs was now turning into a pulsating sensation. 

"Fuck, you feel so good, doll." Ben's fingers curled against her hair unintentionally as Y/n finally let his cock violate the previously virgin entrance of the warm cavern of her mouth, tongue innocently moving to make way for his length but unknowingly providing him sweet stimulation. "Fuck, Y/n-" the man had to tilt his head back as he felt his back arch, hand impatiently pushing her face down a few inches only for his toes to curl when she gagged and choked in response to the tip coming in contact with the back of her throat, the flesh and moist walls tight and hot against his length, the coughing causing vibrations all the way down to his balls. 

"Shit, you're so good for me, baby" allowing her to breathe once he realised that he had restricted her air flow by pressing her face all the way down to his balls, Ben mumbled praises to keep her motivated. "Keep going, you will earn yourself many rewards if you continue this course, sweetling." Simply the fact alone that today it wasn't just some whore he had to pay and pretend that it was Y/n -which he had been doing since the day he had first noticed her blossming breasts and sharpening figure as well as features which signalled maturity, ultimately igniting in him a desire unknown to him prior that instance- and it was indeed the actual girl in flesh sucking his cock obediently as her nostrils flared to inhale as much air as possible, Ben knew he was going to climax harder than ever. 

Fumbling in his blazer pocket for the key of her chastity belt, the military pulled it out right before pushing her face down all the way to his balls and raising his hips off the cushion to fuck his approaching high down her slippery throat which he planned to open up and improve in the near future. 

Y/n shakily held on to his knees for support as she loudly gagged, the air leaving her lungs as she felt her mouth getting stuffed full of his cock and balls with each thrust before he'd pull almost all the way out only to intrude the same way all over again before entering her throat one last time and fucking the cavity in short and rough thrusts, pulling her face up and down by her hair to aid his pleasure before releasing half his seed down her throat and the other half all over her pretty face while jerking it out of himself. 

"Heavens, you look so beautiful, doll" Ben panted as he placed himself back down, letting go of his cock as he recovered from the best fuck of his life as of today. "Can any other man make you look so pretty?"

"N- No, sir" the girl struggled to respond as she gasped for air, the tight knots in her stomach a burning mess now as she felt something trickle down the urinal point of her belt. 

"That is right. They can't. No one can except for I." Picking up the key now, he smirked. "And tell me this now, can you ever hope to be above me when you're kneeling in front of me like a personal fuck slave, face dripping of and mouth painted with my seed as you cannot even control your own pleasure, waiting for me to let you open and decide if you deserve anything at all, or not?" The smug smirk was back on his devilishly handsome face. "I still cannot understand why you ever thought yourself above anyone when you're so obviously nothing but a pathetic little girl meant to serve." Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as the girl realised her position, his taunts burning hot against her cheeks as she stared in her lap. 

"T- Thank you for re- reminding me of my p- place, sir" Ben was a bit taken aback by her words, not expecting such a level of submission just yet. But perhaps she was more fragile than he had expected. 

"But," not wanting to break her as she was still his dearest babe, the man cupped both her cheeks and tilted her head up to look into her pretty eyes. "This side and place of yours is limited only to me between the walls of this estate because I am your keeper and this is our house, yes? Anyone else hoping to disrespect my love will have to go through the perdition that is I" his words were determined and firm as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, causing a smile to form on the bride's face as she lunged forward against rational thought, snaking her arms around his iron hard shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck as a muffled sob left her worked up and sensitive body.

Inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, Ben kissed the side of her head as he let her hold him, caressing the small of her back with one hand as the other silently undid the lock of her chastity belt, pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder as he lowered the metal casing and frowned at the dents it had caused on her skin, briefly tracing one of them before letting his fingers find her core.

Y/n's back arched in response as her body jolted up and tried to back away from his body but Ben only held her tighter against him with one hand, the other toying with her dripping petals and flesh. Her breaths became quickened and heavy as she dug her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders, whimpering and mewling against the skin of his neck. 

"You're dripping just from sucking my cock" the man whispered against the shell of her ear as he chuckled and placed a smack against one of her ass cheeks. "A pleaser, are we? Tsk, naughty little girl."

The girl jumped from the spank, whimpering before letting out a tiny moan right underneath his ear. "O- Only for you, sir… T- Thank you, sir… F- Feels so… ah~" her toes curled in defense when one of his fingers intruded the privacy of her sex, feeling the ridiculously tight ring of muscles before moving up to it's total length as his thumb caressed her nub. 

"See where being good gets you?" Ben praised as he proceeded to finger fuck her tight entrance, free hand feeling her breasts. "Isn't this so much better than all that foolishness you like to indulge in?" Another slap resounded against one of her cheeks and the girl yelped loudly in response, her sweaty arms sliding off his smooth uniform blazer and elbows landing against his laps just in time to refrain herself from landing face first on his manhood. 

"Thank you, sir. You're right. Thank you so much, sir!" Y/n cried from the pleasure, not knowing why Ben kept spanking her as his fingers scissored her virgin walls open to be able to accommodate his cock without the entrance ripping into becoming a mess, but the harsh stings forming due to the slaps sent jolts of pleasure and shivers down her abdomen and straight to her core. "This is so good, Master! You're so good! Thank you! Thank you!" Her hot tears fell in the form of thick droplets right on the male's sensitive cock and he winced, grabbing a bunch of the bride's hair with the hand that wasn't stretching her supple velvet walls and pushing her back against the small coffee table that was placed adjacent to the sofa.

"Fuck" he couldn't help but curse at the sight of her stretched open pussy clinging to his wet fingers as her breasts laid on her chest like sweet peaches awaiting to be devoured, face red and covered in cum with a continuous supply of tears cascading down her tender cheeks, elbows and knees violently shaking as they did their best to lean against the surface behind her for support. "You look so fuckable, dear."

Y/n's whole body spasmed at his filthy words. "Please, please, please, sir!" She had a rough idea of what she was begging for, but yet not familiar or trained enough to be able to word it. "Please! I'll be so good for you! So, so good! Please!" 

"Well, that is the only way for you, my precious" Ben husked, painfully hard again. Who wouldn't be? It was a breath taking sight. Perfectly obscene and beautifully vulgar. "Fuck. I need to enjoy you and it's impossible here" effortlessly lifting the bottom half of her body up and off the ground and directly onto his erection like her soft walls were nothing but a mere sleeve meant to accommodate his cock and it alone, his tip easily found her sensitive bundle of nerves due to the position and his length, of course. 

"Isn't this an alluring fucking sight?" Ben grunted, voice deep and skin shiny with a sheen of sweat covering it, a droplet falling off the side of his eyebrow as he hurried to the master bedroom with his cock stuffed wife sobbing against him, her walls spasming against the girth of his cock as her trembling legs dangled at her sides. "Look at your pretty little cunt seeming as if it is about to tear" placing her back against the mattress, Ben impatiently gave her a thrust as he kicked his shoes off and climbed into the bed, crotch attached to hers. 

Maybe he would sleep like that tonight. Buried deep inside the tender and warm cavity. 

"H- Hurts but feels so good, s- sir" Y/n whispered out in a sob, looking down at her husband as he groped and pinched her breasts, greedily kissing and sucking at the skin before moving up to her neck, his hips never slowing down as he gave her deep and rough thrusts, one of his hands playing with the folds of her clit.

Ben busied himself with colouring her soft skin purple and blue with his mouth, the hand that wasn't playing with her folds trailing up the length of her arm when he felt her tighten against his cock, fingers finding hers as he intertwined them, giving her brutal thrusts as she cried out and threw her head back, back arching as her toes curled and vision went black, ears going numb as jolts of pleasure reverberated throughout her trembling body in response to his hard length abusing her special spot whilst stimulating her labia. 

"T- Thank… sir… I… God…" Y/n cried through her euphoria, at a loss of both coherent words and thoughts, body going still as she stared up at the ceiling aimlessly, blinking away the multi coloured stars forming in her vision, numb pussy defensively milking the male's cock in response to the overstimulation as he was still fucking her almost lifeless body just as relentlessly to chase his own orgasm. 

"Now you know how that feels" still holding her hand just as tightly, Ben propped himself up on one elbow to get a look at her fucked out expression, his cock twitching at the beautiful sight of the distant look on her red face. "And next time when it approaches, you are to ask my permission to succumb to it first, else unpleasant consequences will follow." With another rough series of curses, he emptied his load in her and painted the walls around them white. 

"Isn't that pretty?" Pulling himself out sooner than he wanted to, Ben panted as he pumped himself to fully enjoy his high, treating himself with the sight of her no longer virgin entrance oozing of his cum for the sacrifice he'd made of not fucking his high up her womb as the girl panted under him, thoroughly spread as well as fucked. 

[deanscroissant]

has this fandom died out?? i miss writing about joe and pat murray and gardner like-

[deaksownthis]

I wonder how many times y/n has gotten a UTI for not peeing after sex

[johnricharddeacy]

Brian May’s hands.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside! (Ben Hardy x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: You are excited to be with your new boyfriend, Ben, for Christmas in a cabin. But a sudden snowstorm means it’s just you two alone without your families. You use the time to get to know each other a little bit better...

Warnings: brief smut-ish scene (nothing super graphic but right on the line), language, mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of families, reader being insecure, Christmas, but otherwise full of fluff

Word Count: 3K

Hello there @asphalt-cocktail​. It’s I! Your puppy Secret Santa!!! I hope you enjoy it! This is for @thosequeenboys​ and @warriorteam1924​‘s Get Down, Give Joy Event. Thank you guys for organizing something so fun that brought creativity and light in this especially dark year!

“Y/N! Your bag’s ready?! Blimey-snow’s pouring down!”

Looking down at the Dungeon’s Master Guide peeking out of your bag, you stuffed it before he walked out of the cabin and could see. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. No, not Ben. Not your new boyfriend. Your new, perfect boyfriend.  You thought you could sneak a peek when he was gone to plan a campaign with some  friends. But he couldn’t no. No.

Looking out, the snow falling lightly down onto your hat, you shrugged, pretending to admire it while still holding your bags.

“It’s just so pretty…and…uh, I was thinking, we could make some hot chocolate! It’s in the big blue carrier…” you improvised, pointing to the blue bag still in the car.

He gave you a biting smile and went to retrieve it. Taking in a deep breath, you stepped inside, your hands getting used to the warmth again.

Besides, you were supposed to be focused on just Ben and your family. That was what the cabin was for. A cabin that had everything: a location in the snow-inclined woods, two floors, a fireplace, and a few basics.

But as Ben opened the blue bag and excitedly got the canister, you realized at least one basic had already gone dry.

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” Ben questioned.

You let out a little laugh at the slight pout as he tapped the container and saw two measly tablespoons of chocolate powder. You went to him and wrapped your arms around.

“We’ll get more at the store,” you promised.

He sighed in deep, accepting the feeling of your arms. Limbs stiff from travel, the stretch felt divine.

“Besides, we need to go to that grocery. I don’t know what people will bring but we need all of the basics for the family…when they get here…”

You saw lots of your decorations from home were pre-moved there into big, blue bins. Everything was set. What was missing was the people. The one element that could make or break a holiday.

“Hmm…we should get started. It’s a sad sight to come into a place that’s not decorated…” Ben suggested.

The twinkly ornaments jingled as you unwrapped them from their plastic Looking at the great green fir in the main room in the corner from the fireplace, you wrapped the tin on a bauble around a branch.

The box seemed to have every ornament in the world. It was full of tinsel that was even longer than Ben was tall. You wrapped it around together like a woman dressing in a crinoline skirt. In an hour, golden and red baubles blossomed like fruit on the greenery. Placing them on, they felt so fragile that it moved you with the tenderness Ben’s hands had when he held them. It made you chew on the inside of your lip a bit to watch him fondle them and wrap them on gently. Reminding you of every time he used them otherwise…

Which was why you could not mess up your first Christmas as a couple.

“Do you know where on Earth the topper is?” he asked.

Looking around, you noticed a little star that seemed to be the topper. It had a bottom that looked like it could latch securely to the top bit of a tree. But there was a big black button right near it.

“Huh.”

Creeping down to a plug, you put it in and pressed the button in curiosity.

At once, the star began to radiate disco lights and twirled around in a circle in a mechanical ‘whhhrrrrr” as it blasted a funky “We wish you a merry Christmas.”

Ben jumped in surprise and cursed.

“Oh my gosh…all these fancy decorations and…and this…it’s just so corny, oh my gosh!” you guffawed, wiping away a tear from laughing.

Ben found himself laughing a little too, taking it in his own hands to watch it.

“Phew okay…but let’s get it on…” he said, orderly as ever.

“Can I put it on top of the tree this time! Please!” you begged, along with fake puppy eyes.

“Alright, give it a go…” he offered.

As you stepped on a chair to reach it, you waved your arm up to get it, but you couldn’t quite reach it. Even with your arms stretched high as it could go. It was still a good deal taller than you.

“Argh!”

“You’re the one who wanted to put it on the tree!” he teased, his cheeks turning pink from the sight of you.

“Could you help me!” you asked with a slight pout.

“Of course!”

He wrapped his large arms around your waist and hoisted you up. He grunted a little bit and you felt him walk back and forth to try to keep his footing. When he was secure you kept trying to reach the topper up, but somehow you kept missing it and giggling when you did.

“Just! Put! It! On!” Ben huffed.

Finally, you reached the top and got it on. Using an extension, it was plugged in and the gaudy little top could do its magical swirl again.

Ben placed an arm around your shoulder as you watched the tree in completion.

“It’s…it’s beautiful…” he admitted.

At once your phone rang in your pocket. You ran over to pick it up and recognized the voices of your family.

They explained it plainly, but it was still sad.

“Wha…what is it? “ Ben asked, his eyes softening at the worry on your face.

“Ben…there’s going to be a huge blizzard…they already got it and…they’re stuck home. They can’t join us out of safety.”

You both sighed and he gave you a hug.

“There…it’s alright, we can make it work. The two of us…” Ben assured, patting your back. Your chest hurt with disappointment, but his hugs were always so nice and soft.

“We’ll have to wait until new years to see them…and I was so excited…”

“We can make it work. I mean-it’s a cabin in the snow, Y/N. Could be worse…”

Both of you rushed to the store. People were already there trying to get what they could before the storm could get there. Ben insisted going to the liquor store to get what drinks were available. Though among some favorite ales and beers of his, he got two bottles of champagne.

“Huh…why the bubbly?” you asked, leaning forward in your cart to see the silver wrapper around the green bottles.

Ben was very much a lad’s lad. Into rugby, soccer, sports, and pubs. Enjoying nights with the boys. It never struck you he liked drinking something a bit…feminine.

“It’s a tradition. My family drinks champagne on Christmas morning. And I’d…I’d like to drink with you on Christmas morning with you, Y/N,” he offered. You noticed his green eyes darted to the floor in a fit of bashfulness.

“I’d love that!” you assured.

“I mean…since it’s Christmas on our own…might as well make the most of it…” he reasoned with a shrug.

Once you both got home, you promptly began stuffing the groceries into the fridge. Nothing fancy. Just what you could grab and what ingredients you could see to make any special dishes. It was a holiday after all.

Let him know I can cook, I’m a good girlfriend. I’m a cool girlfriend. And a cool girlfriend cooks for her man…

Ben then grabbed you and began to kiss you passionately. Your hands ran up to his hair. His own went down to your butt.

“Jonesy!”

“We’re alone without the folks…” he teased. “We can do whatever you want…and I couldn’t leave you in that sweater all day…”

“Wait a minute….” You suggested, glancing over.

He stopped. His breathing desperate as his nostrils huffed.

“We have the entire place to ourselves…let’s use every inch of it…”

Walking over to the fireplace, you flipped open the switch. There was the sound of a fwoooom and a crackling noise. Looking over the fireplace was lit up in an orange blossom over the “wood.”

Ben grabbed a few blankets for the cold and tossed them to the ground. Soon, you both were making out passionately. Feeling the deep heat on one side, he stared at you to ask. You gave a clear nod and voiced out a breathy, “yes.”

His hands got inside your sweater and pulled it off of you in a heartbeat. You had changed into your prettiest, fanciest bra and underwear in case this would happen. And Ben approved. But they didn’t stay on you for long. He then laid you down, before removing his own clothes. You watched the orange glow of his skin. How beautiful and intimate to see his body reflected in this way and how the firelight reflected off of your own as well before desperately peeling off the last of what you wore and throwing in over the couch.

You let your anxieties soothe as you focused on the pure bliss of union and togetherness with only the fire to witness it

 Little did you know that Christmas on your own meant spending time together. You were used to having Ben sleep by you. You were used to him hugging on your from behind as you stirred up some soup for lunch. Yet you both had plenty of time alone. Here in a cabin as snow blanketed to your thighs, there was precious few alone times you could get.

But what you were slow to realize that this was a bit more complicated when it came to presents. And his wasn’t ready yet.

“Ey-Y/N, where is…“

You let out half a scream and half a yelp of “no!” Ben’s golden head ducked back to behind the door as he let out a curse. You charged for the door.

“Hey, no peeking!” you insisted, before shutting the door.

“Oh! Sorry! My-my phone. Y/N! I just need it for a sec!” he begged.

“You honestly forgot it!” you replied in disbelief. You grabbed a blanket from the bed and draped it over the bed.

“Yeah it’s…it’s the band…gotta check the band! Joe’s been chatting all morning!” he insisted.

Looking over you saw that his phone was on the desk next to your messy bed with pajamas and shower towels strewn all over it. Walking over a few shoes on the carpet, you reached over and got it and handed it back.

“Just knock next time, okay sweetheart?” you ask.

“If it means you call me sweetheart again, I just might!” Ben added with another wink that made your face heat up.

Turning around with a sigh, you removed the clumsily tossed blanket. There was a long line of yarn you had been working on for a while. Knitting and knitting, albeit with joy, every change you got. Even when your fingers became sore and a little calloused. You prayed you could get it done in time. Turning the television on, you flipped to the opening of White Christmas and clicked away on your needles in a fury. It was good to have noise and maybe minor visuals. As the Haynes sisters twirled their mammoth fans in their blue dresses, you peeked at the red pile on your lap. You hoped it was a good enough present for your Adonis of a boyfriend.

Would he like it? Maybe he would like a bottle of an alcoholic drink. A watch. Something sophisticated and masculine.

But now it was too late. With a little huff you clicked away. Taking out your pink measuring tape you saw it was now the right length. Now it was time to darn off and add another prayer on top of that.

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Christmas morning you wake up because of the thin white line of daylight creeping across your room in a thin line. Everything else is darkness. Ben and you had cuddled all night and you woke up tangled up in his arms. Clothes were half strewn from the more intimate activities you had the other night. Smiling at the memory, you watch him slowly until he shows signs of waking. Rather than spend morning in an excited, sleep deprived haze, both of you grin and wake up with the feeling of being well-rested, yet still slow and relaxed.

You brush his hair out of his eyes.

“Merry Christmas, lovie….” He yawns.

“Merry Christmas to you too Ben…” you coo back, enjoying how warm he always feels.

Both of you stay in bed under blankets for a bit. When you shift to look out the window, you see fluffy snow gently falling down.

“I can’t wait….to…”

“To what….” You ask. Open gifts?

“I…I think we could both drink some champagne…”

“Oh my gosh- you found it! On Vinyl?” you ask, holding wide LP in your arms.

In the background, your music shuffle changed to a tinkling rendition of The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

“I know I…I searched everywhere, but I found it!” Ben boasted. He swirled his champagne in his tiny glass, taking careful sips.

“But Y/N, you’ve opened my present…and there’s only one left …” he said, eyeing the red box with a plump, shiny ribbon on top.

“Ben, here it’s for you…”  Nervously gulping down your champagne in one go, you force your eyes to watch.

He looks at the package with a lightness in the corner of his smile. He is still in his light blue robe. With his tousled hair and puffy lips, he could never seem so soft and perfect to you. It might be the last image before he leaves you for some Victoria’s Secret model, you muse.

You feel yourself wince as he starts to rip open the paper. He then opens the box, eyes amazed at the red pile of yarn before him.

“Oh-Y/N! This is…this is amazing!”

The pulse inside you raced and you breathed a little deeper.

“Oh- It’s warm! Where’d you get it, Y/N…I may have to shop there…” he said, as he tried it around his own neck. The smile on his face was genuine.

“I…I made it, Ben…” you voiced out.

“What? How? You make things?!”

“I knit, Ben…” you confessed.

“Oh! You knit!”

“Yes…yes I do…”

There was a pause. He wove his large fingers across the stitches.

“Y/N, that’s amazing!” he said happily.

“Wha-really!” you replied, blinking.

“Yeah!”

He took your hands in his and hugged you tight.

“You don’t think…you don’t think I’m too…too nerdy…old-school, you mean?” you ask, still blinking in your surprise.

“No! Not at all my darling!” he said, giving you a big smooch.

When you video called your parents and his to wish a Merry Christmas, he forgot to take off the scarf. He wore that scarf on your wintry, Christmas walk. Even when you settled down to eat dinner it still lingered around his neck, draping down. It grazed candy wrappers as you both had your fill of sweets, and even when you watched every special on television together.

The credits of Elf rolled by as the clock struck ten at night. Ben looked down at you as you laid your head on his chest.

“So, Y/N…is there anything you’d like to do…it’s Christmas night…and then we got that whole week before new years and the family coming over…that’s a whole week. And they’ll be ‘ere in what, four days?!”

Biting a part of your lip, you stared at the fireplace and began mumbling.

“Yes…I’d really like to…oh gah, I don’t know…”

“What?”

“Ben, can I be honest with you. Really honest? You already know about the knitting…”

“What is it?” he asked, stroking the top of your head.

“Let me show you…”

Reluctantly getting up, you ran upstairs and then returned with your Dungeon Guide.

“Have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons…it’s my…my other hobby…” you confessed.

“I haven’t!?” Ben replied.

“What do you think? Of me now?

“Nothin’ different.” He said with a shrug. He reached over to get a snowman sugar cookie on the platter before you and bit off the head.

“You don’t think I’m…I’m too…” you babbled, head whipping around as you tried to search for the word

“I’m not too much of a nerd for you?”

“Y/N, I play video games. Passionately. That’s perfectly nerdy! And why should that bother me!”

“Well we…we’ve been dating for three months and…I really wanted to impress you. Badly,” you shrugged.

“Well…I have to tell you… yu impressed me the minute I saw you.”

Grinning, you opened the book to try to explain as much as you could. To your surprise he knew a few basic things. It made making his character easier.

“We will need a few other people, but we can try it with just ourselves…” you offered. Maybe one of your own campaign friends would volunteer.

He leaned toward you with a playful smile.

“Internet isn’t bad here. I know of some nerdy blokes in need of something to do tomorrow night…”

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 The next day, without shame you brought out your projects and knitted on them as Ben enjoyed his games. But every hour you wrote notes for tonight and developed Ben’s characters and helped them build their own. Anticipation fluttering in your chest for the next few hours to arrive as you listed names, races, and abilities.

 It was a lovely night. You saw the snow as it drifted down by the light. It still looked puffy and like it fell out of the great dark expanse on the sky to be illuminated and then pile on the ground.

Grinning, you cupped the two cups of fresh hot chocolate and watched it for a minute. Just to savor the moment. Listening right outside the door, you bit your togue to hold back your laughter before you joined the boys again and begin the session.

Now you were truly yourself with Ben. And that was the greatest gift of all.

Taking in a deep breath, you read from the guide over the faces on the laptop screen. Seeing them light up as well as they awoke in their area and began their fantasy journey decided by markers and dice.

Now you didn’t have to hide yourself from them either. And the cute blonde next to you seemed especially happy.

“You come across a monster resembling a dog….” you narrated.

“Can I roll to pet it?” a voice on the laptop screen asked.

“Joe, No!”

Taglist: @queenlover05​ @ewannmcgregor​ @rhapsodyrecs​ @gwiilymslee​ @cherry--coke​ @queenismyprimejive​ @itsametaphorgwil​ @yourlocalmusicalprostitute​ @isitstraightvodka​ @asphalt-cocktail​ @coincidence-ithinknots-blog​ @rogermeddow​ @chriisxvans​

[warren-lauren]

Taylor!Daughter reader x Ben Hardy - Don’t Hurt Yourself SMUT

WARNINGS: A little angst, oral f-receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, pregnant reader

"It probably isn't as bad as it looks, love. I'm sure Ben wouldn't-"

"Don't!" You spun around to face your dad. Your eyes wild with anger. "You, you don't get to defend him. Got it?" You snapped. "When it comes to cheating, dad, you really don't get to make excuses."

Roger let out a heavy sigh, "All... I'm saying is, when it comes to stories in the paper, you get all the facts before you start worrying." He dropped the paper back onto the countertop.

The front page glaring up at you; 'Honeymoon already over? Bohemian Rhapsody star caught with someone who isn't his wife.'

"Talk to him, love. Please," Roger gently squeezed your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your cheek and then leaving you alone.

You had a lot to think about.

We just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be baby

Hey, baby who the fuck do you think I is?

I smell that fragrance on your Louis V boy

Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy

Tonight I'm fucking up all your shit boy

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself

Try not to hurt yourself

When you play me, you play yourself

Don't play yourself

When you lie to me, you lie to yourself

You only lying to yourself

When you love me, you love yourself

Love God herself

Ben knew he was in for a long night as soon as he saw the front page of that shitty newspaper. He was ready for shouting and anger and things being thrown at him.But he wasn't ready for silence. The silence scared him more.

"Y/N?" Ben whispered as he stood in the doorway to your sons bedroom.

You were sat in the chair you kept in the room for when you read him bedtime stories. Buddy was sound asleep, his nightlight giving his small face a warm glow and you the lack of a Godess as you sat there with one hand stroking his hair and the other laid on your growing bump.

"Did you fuck her?" Your voice was calm and soft but Ben could feel the anger.

"No." Ben answered without hesitation. He dropped to his knees beside you. "I swear, Y/N, nothing like that happened." He clasped his hands in front of him.

You nodded your head slowlyin silence. "Okay. So, tell me what happened then." You kept your gaze on your sleeping son.

"We were drunk and she's a friend, Y/N. It meant nothing." Ben admitted. "It was only a kiss, Y/N, that's it."

"Just as kiss?" You hissed and began push yourself up. "Don't." You slapped Ben's hands away from you as he helped you up. "How can you say it's just a kiss, Ben?"

"Because it was." Ben sighed as he followed you out and shut the door to your son's bedroom behind him. "Y/N, I married you. We have a son together, and another couple of babies on the way. Why the hell would I do anything to lose all that?" Ben took a hold of your hand.

You snatched your hand back from him. "Why kiss her?" You asked before walking into your bedroom.

"We're friend's! You do it ALL the time. How's it any different?" He shouted.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Ben, I kiss my 'girlfriends', not some bloke I've been working with."

"How many more times. It meant, nothing!"

A small sob broke from your chest. You quickly covered your mouth, pleading with yourself not to cry.

"Love, I know you're angry-"

"Hurt." You corrected him, looking up to meet his gaze. "I'm hurt, Ben."

Ben's brow furrowed as he stepped closer to you. "Hurt?"

You nodded with a soft sigh turning away from him.

"Babe, honestly there's nothing more than friendship between her and me. If I hurt you, I am so, so sorry. It was just a silly, little kiss that honestly meant nothing. It was like... kissing Joe, or Gwil."

You let out a soft giggle as you looked over to him.

Ben gave you a small grin as he moved closer to you and slowly raised his hand to cup your face. "Baby, please tell me you believe me. I can't live with myself with you hating me or, for being the reason you're hurt. Please," He begged, turning your face so you were looking at him.

"I don't hate you, Ben." You sighed as you placed your hand over his. "I just-" You closed your eyes as you let out a heavy sigh. "It hurt me, to see you with her, having fun like we used to. And I'm here, always here alone, and fat, whilst you're off being skinny and gorgeous, surrounded with beautiful young women who don't get cramp when they have sex. Not that you want to, at the moment with me because, I'm the size of a fucking whale." You pouted.

Ben subtly covered his mouth so he didn't break out into a giant grin. You were fucking adorable when you pouted, just like your son. "Are you seriously that stupid?"

Your eyes widened at him. "Excuse me!"

Ben chuckled softly. "I love you, okay." He stepped a little closer to you. "You're smart, and funny, and... amazing. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. You're so, so sexy, but fuck me, Y/N..." He grinned cheekily, his hands slowly slipping over the sides of your swollen tummy and around your waist. "When you're pregnant, filled with my baby, made from our love... Fuck," He groaned, taking a hold of your hand and pressing it against the front of his pants.

Your breath caught in your throat before you let out a soft moan, your hand lightly tightening around his hardening cock.

Ben bit back a groan with closed eyes, "I can't help think about how many different ways I'm going to have you." He groaned, rolling his hips against your palm.

You licked your bottom lip as you watched his mouth fall open, and his Adam's apple bob. "Ben," You panted.

His eyes opened with a devilish grin. "Yes, baby?"

"Fuck me," You begged.

Ben crashed his mouth against yours, holding the back of your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

It had been a while since the two of you had been intimate with one another. Ben had been busy with a new project and you'd been busy being pregnant and looking after your three year old, so neither had any spare time to share anything more than a kiss.

You let out a whine as Ben pulled back from you.

"Shh, baby, gotta get you comfortable first." Ben smiled and began to undress you.

Due to being quite pregnant, getting undressed before you had it away with one another, wasn't as sexy as it once was. Ben didn't mind, he enjoyed helping you, pressing soft kisses to newly exposed skin that was working twice as hard whilst your body looked after your unborn children. And to be honest, you enjoyed him helping. You loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he bent in front of you to take your pants off. You enjoyed how he'd kiss your knee and whispered how beautiful you looked.

Ben carefully laid you on top of the bed then moved between to your legs, laying down so he was face to face with your core. "Beautiful," He whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss to your inner thigh.

"Ben, you don't ha-" You let out a sharp gasp as Ben ran his tongue up center of your pussy. "Oh, my-"

"What were you saying?" Ben asked with a cocky smirk as he pushed his middle and index finger inside your hole.

"Shut up," You groaned as Ben sucked your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you slowly a few times before twisting them around at the same time. "Oh, God."

"That feel good, baby?"

You nodded, "Yes, God, yes." You moaned and reached down to grab a hold of Ben's hair, but your bump prevented you from doing so. "Damn it!" You huffed.

Ben pulled back and pushed himself up to look at you with a from and your juice glistening all over his lips and chin. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I can't touch you, Ben. I'm too fat." You pouted.

Ben began smiling at you. "You're not fat." He let out a gentle sigh and moved to lay beside you. "You're pregnant, and beautiful," He reached over and cupped your face with his left hand to kiss you. "Lay on your side, okay?"

You nodded and rolled onto your right side, facing away from Ben. This was still no good, you weren't going to be able to see him now.

Ben laid behind you, slipping his right arm under your pillow and used his left to lift your leg up, slipping his hand around to your front so he could resume his fingering. You let out a deep moan as he slipped two fingers inside you once more. His thumb pressed against your clit, and the new position was driving you crazy.

"How's that feel?" Ben asked.

You hummed, reaching up behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair. Ben's right hand reached round and cupped your breast, lightly pinching your nipples as he leaned down and began licking and kissing your neck.

"Oh, oh God," You pressed your backside against his hard cock. "Yes!"

Ben pushing his fingers in and out of you as he rolled his hips against your backside. pinching your nipple as he ran his tongue up the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the skin.

You cried out as Ben worked you through your orgasm, your cunt squeezing around his fingers, all the time Ben whispered praises in your ear.

"Fuck, baby," Ben moaned as he pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his hand around his hard cock, letting your leg down briefly. He used your juices to lube it up before he pressed the head of his cock into your pussy then picked your leg back up, keeping it in place as he slowly filled your still tight hole. "Oh, fuck, baby."

"SHIT!" You cried, lightly pulling on Ben's hair as you screwed your eyes shut.

"M'sorry, shh, are you oka-"

You nodded, taking a hold of Ben's hand that was on your breast. "F-Fine, just-" You squeezed your walls around him and lifted his hand to kiss the back of his hand. "Fuck, I'll never get used to how big you are." You let out a small giggle.

Ben chuckle, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. "Sorry, love," He whispered, wrapping his arm around you a little tighter, kissing you once more.

You shook y our head. "It's fine. Please, move."

Ben nodded, and slowly pulled back, then back in. The angle meant he couldn't withdraw his cock all the way like he usually does, but it meant he could believe hard and short thrusts, his cock hitting different spots.

You moaned and squeezed around him as he pressed his fingertips against your sensitive clit.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you take me so well." Ben groaned, rutting a little harder into you.

You bit down onto Ben's arm as to not cry out too loudly as Ben hit your G-spot. You were so close to coming again, and so was Ben. "Please, Ben," You moved yourself back onto Ben, "I'm so, oh God, I'm so-"

"Shh, I know, baby," Ben picked up a little pace and rubbed a little faster on your clit. He leaned down and attacked his lips to your throat, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you came around Ben's cock. "Fuck, yes!" Ben slammed into you one last time as he came, filling you up with his cum.

You laid in silence as you slowly untangled yourselves but stayed laid together with Ben's left hand moving over to lay on top of yours, over the front of your belly.

"M'sorry I hurt you, love," Ben whispered.

You let out a soft sigh, "It's fine, Ben. I think, my hormones may have played a big part in everything."

"Still, I haven't exactly been a good husband, have I? I need to focus on us, our family. I need to focus on our future, and I promise," Ben tightened his hold around you as he kissed the side of your head. "You are my only one."

We just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be baby

Uh, this is your final warning

You know I give you life

If you try this shit again

You gon lose your wife

[warriorteam1924]

Oh how you want it

Joe Mazzello x femReader (Smut)

Author note : Hi my beauties ! We are all in some kind of shutdown cause of this sh!t, I thought it might be fun to entertain you since no one is coming to my partey lmao. Anyways, this is just something I wrote quite quickly, but I hope you enjoy anyways. English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes. Thanks in advance for the feedback ^^ 

Summary : Teasing him leads to it, eventually.... 

Word Count: 1,662 Words

Warning

 : this is a smutty thing. If you are not confortable with this kind of writings, just pass. (Ideally, only +18 please). Also note that during an intercourse, consent must be given and communication is also required.

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​​, @thosequeenboys​​, @orionis8689​​, @roger-taylors-car​

“For god sake, hurry up, we’re going to be late !!” you heard him shout from the living room.

 “Just give me a minute, I can’t zip this damn dress.”, you replied a little bit annoyed by his tone.

 You heard his steps coming closer and after a soft knock on the bathroom door, he came in, frowning.

 “Why didn’t you call me?”, he asked.

 “In fact, I thought I was still young and I stupidly thought my arm could still twist all around my body.”, you sarcastically replied.

 “Come on, you’re not old. It’s just a state of mind. If you feel young in your head, you’re young everywhere....”, he replied with a smile, aware his tone had not been really nice on the very first place. “Come here, let me help you.”, he said.

 You turned around to show him your back and you heard him swallow.

 “What?”, you asked him. “Anything wrong?”

 “No, it’s just.... Your skin looks so soft.”, he carried on. He did not wait for an answer as he was already caressing it. It was really a nice feeling.

 “Joe?”

 “Hum....?”, he replied dreamily.

 “You said we were going to be late.”, you reminded him.

 “You know I can be quick.”, he replied and you saw a smirk on his face in the mirror facing you. He then started to kiss you in your neck. It was really hard not to shiver with this sensation, but you kept a straight face.

 “Joe.”, you stopped him with your tone. “Zip this dress and let’s go please.”

 He kissed you one last time and zipped your dress properly, sighing.

 “This is so unfair.”, he complained.

 “You know what is unfair?”, you asked him, always very seriously.

 “What?”

 “You’ll have to spend the whole night thinking about this moment and thinking about this revelation of mine.”, you told him getting closer to his ear. “ I’m not wearing any underwear.”, you whispered.

 He looked at you, unable to proceed. His mouth was wide opened and you winked at him and left the bathroom to get your coat.

 “Fuck”, you heard him whisper.

 The car was waiting for you outside and you could not feel more satisfied. You came in, followed by Joe. The driver started the engine and headed to your destination.

 Joe’s eyes were almost looking through you. His leg was jumping, as if he was nervous.

 “Are you okay ?”, you gently asked him. “You seem agitated.”, you innocently carried on.

 “Agitated, hum?”, he repeated, looking at you in the eyes.

 “Yeah, agitated.”, you nodded.

 “Christ, Y/N.”, he said, taking his head in his hands. “You know the effect you have upon me?”, he whispered not to be heard by the driver.

 “What effect?”, you still very casually asked.

 He took your hand to put it between his legs and closed his eyes, still murmuring.

 “This. Effect.”

 “Oh.... I see.”

 He sighed again, but you let your hand where it was, pressing it gently on his body. You came closer to his ear and whispered.

 “Because you truly think you don’t have this effect on me?”, you asked. “Do you think I don’t imagine things when I see you in this tuxedo, looking so incredibly sexy?”

 He turned to you, raising his eyebrows.

 “That’s right, Mister Mazzello. Tonight is yet another chance for you to prove how much of a fantastic actor you are. Hard as hell, but able to keep a poker face, whatever.”, you winked at him.

 “Good lord, you’re going to be death to me, I swear.”, he said, saying no with his face.

 Yet, the conversation had to stop since the car smoothly stopped, letting you know you had arrived.

 This awards ceremony was really like any other really, but Joe was constantly looking at his watch. He was not even nominated, why the hell had he been invited?, he thought.

 “Maybe we could escape sooner?”, he whispered. “I mean before the end.”, he suggested.

 “Joe, you’re supposed to give an award tonight.”, you reminded him.

“Dammit.”, he quietly said between his teeth, making you smile once again.

 Eventually, the category he was presenting arrived. ‘At last’, you heard him say. Yet, he went on stage, perfectly confident and very professionally speaking. You could not help but bite your lips as you were looking at him.

 How could this man be so gorgeous? There he was, standing tall, smiling. His face beaming as he was looking at his audience, and you noticed again his nose. It had been mocked but you actually found his profile absolutely stunning. His black tuxedo was perfectly suiting him and you felt your heart beat faster at the thought of him getting rid of it quite hastily to properly finish what he had started earlier in the bathroom.

 He came back to sit next to you, as you proudly smiled at him.

 “Well done, Joey.”, you told him with a wink.

 “One more category not to be impolite and we take off.”, he warned you.

 You were not going to stop him. This award ceremony was important for sure, but now Joe had done his job, you selfishly wanted him to take care of you. You saw him glancing left and right, and he took your hand and slowly guided you towards the main door to leave.

 The drive back home was even quicker since there was not traffic at all at this time of the night. When you arrived home, you shivered a little because of the cold so you hastily came in as Joe was tipping the driver.

 He hastily opened the door and looked at you with eager eyes, as you were innocently leaning on the wall.

 He almost jumped on you and started to kiss you everywhere your skin was appearing. You placed your hand again between his legs, making him moan loudly. He tried to put his hand between yours as well, but the dress was really tight and prevented you from spreading your legs.

 “This damn dress, I swear to God....”, he sighed again.

 “Just take it off.”, you proposed.

 He did not need to be asked twice. You turned and he slowly lowered the zipper in your back, kissing you all the way down. His hands caressed your skin from your shoulders to your legs as he was gently taking it off.

 “God, you’re so beautiful”, he whispered. “Do you know how hard it’s been for me tonight?”, he asked.

 “Show me.”, you replied.

 You turned to face him again and this time, he smiled in satisfaction when his hand eventually reach out for your groin, making you moan this time.

 “Oh, tell me how you want it, babe?”, he asked.

 “I want it.... Joe’s style.”, you replied.

 “Ask and you shall be given”, he carried on.

 He gently guided you to the bedroom where you laid on the mattress, looking at him with desire. As you had expected it, he took his clothes off quite rapidly, revealing his beautiful body. His muscles were tensed, making you shiver just at the sight of him. He came on top of you to kiss you again and you could indeed tell he’d been hard all evening.

 You looked at him in the eyes, smiling. You knew you did not need foreplay since you’d been dreaming about him during the whole ceremony so you gently guided him inside you, to feel complete, again.

 As he usually did when making love to you, he started with a slow pace, the two of you still exchanging passionate kisses. The pleasure was already getting more and more intense and both your breaths were getting heavier.

 He suddenly stopped and gently pulled out, making you frowned.

 “I would like to taste you...”, he commented as he softly dived towards your legs, still spreading kisses all over your body, making sure to give a special attention to each of your nipple.

 As his tongue was already working miracles between your legs, he took one of your hand and you squeezed it really hard, letting him know he was doing alright. With the other hand, he gently placed one then two fingers inside you, still playing with his mouth. You put your other hand in his wonderful auburn hair, slightly pressing him closer to you.

 You suddenly realized you had been teasing him all evening and that he was still willing as much pleasure as possible. So you grabbed his head and made him face you again to exchange yet another kiss.

 You kindly pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. You adjusted yourself, his length fully filling you again, your hands on his chest. Again, your motions were like one and he softly grabbed your hips to carry on guiding you. You slowly put your body against his, never stopping your movements, just to feel his heartbeat again your chest.

 He continued to kiss every part of your skin his mouth could reach, closing his eyes because of the pleasure you were giving him. The two of you knew each other perfectly now and you could tell from his body language he was about to reach climax.

 You carried on moving but speeding up a little. Every single of his muscles suddenly tensed as you felt him having his orgasm inside you. He was softly moaning, whispering your name. Hearing him sough this way and seeing him this way made you reach climax as well, still filled with his length.

 You collapsed on top of him, out of breath and he caught you, pressing you tight against him.

 “Was it worth the wait?”, you asked him, giggling.

 “Everything and anything is worth the wait with you and for you, love.”, he replied, kissing your forehead.

 How was it possible to love someone even more than your proper self, you still had no idea. You thought it was only possible with Joseph Francis Mazzello, the third.

[bohemiansweede]

Happy Birthday Rami

⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛

Enjoy your day

And Happy Birthday to Sammy aswell of course

Here is a birthday story for our boy

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Tequila Part 2

A/N: Hello all! So, originally I wasn’t going to do a part 2, but this story kind of wouldn’t let me go.  ‘Tequila’ by Dan&Shay (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9j8afmT-bLM)

Part 1

Pairing: Rami Malek x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Rami Malek dated in college, but when things started to blow up, the two of you couldn’t keep it together. 5 Years later, something jogs his memory of you.

Warnings: Smut, Angstish, Cursing

Taglist: @queenlover05 @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye @the-moving-finger-writes @multifandomsobsessed @breadnbutternips If it won’t let you me tag you or I missed you, I’m sorry!

Your leg was bouncing in the cab. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You passed your apartment and you thought about telling the driver to stop, but you didn’t. You kept going towards the Waldorf.

What the hell were you doing? You had fiance that you…loved. James was a great guy! He truly was! But…but…he wasn’t Rami.

“Here we are, Miss,” the cab driver told you outside the hotel.

“Thank you,” you replied as you handed him some cash to finish the payment and then got out of the cab, staring at the front of the hotel. You were crazy to do this. You should hail another taxi and go home. You wouldn’t have to tell James anything.

You walked inside. The clicking of your heels echoing in the totally empty lobby made you almost feel like you were disrupting some sort of peace that the night crew usually enjoyed. You walked up to the front desk.

“Hi I…um…this is a weird question, but is there a Rami Malek staying here?” You asked the woman at the front desk.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, but I can’t disclose that information.”

Your face fell for a moment, but you understood. The woman was just doing her job.

“Of course. Do you mind if I just..wait here for a little bit?”

The woman gave you a sympathetic smile. “We’re really not…but…” she quickly looked around then sighed. “Of course not, go ahead and wait,” she gestured towards the lobby where there were some couches and chairs.

“Fifteen minutes,” you told yourself. You weren’t going to wait any longer than that.

“We’ve got that interview in the morning,” Gwil sighed, checking his watch, as the four men were debating on getting another drink.

“Too right, we should head back,” Ben agreed.

“Alright, alright,” Joe chuckled, feeling tipsy but knowing his idea of another round was being vetoed. “Rami? You ready to head back?”

Rami just nodded. He’d drank enough to feel it all, but not enough to forget that he’d seen you tonight, which had been his goal for the remainder of the night.

The four of them hailed a cab and it drove them back to the hotel.

“What time is the interview in the morning?” Ben asked as he laid his head on Joe’s shoulder in the back seat of the cab, closing his eyes.

“I think ten-thirty,” Gwilym said, leaning back and also closing his eyes.

“Plenty of time for sleeping.”

The four were silent the rest of the ride.  Joe had to wake up Ben when they got back to the hotel and they all went inside.

They all walked by the front desk, and the woman called out to Rami.

“Mr. Malek!”

Rami looked over and then walked over to the desk, the other three continuing to the elevators.

“There’s somebody waiting for you,” she nodded to where you were sitting, staring at your phone.

Your back was towards the door, so you actually didn’t see them come in.

Rami’s heart immediately started pounding. Why were you here? This…wasn’t what he expected. He honestly didn’t think you’d come. He thought that tonight at the bar would be the last time he saw you. He just told you what hotel he was staying at on the incredibly slim chance you’d come. And apparently, it had paid off.

Rami slowly walked towards you. You kept your eyes on your phone, not paying attention to anything else. You had your bottom lip worried between your teeth.

Rami looked over your shoulder for a second and smiled. You were sending a text message that had started with ‘Not going to be home tonight’.

“Hey,” Rami whispered in your ear.

It made you shiver. You looked at him and swallowed.

“I…hi. I…I really shouldn’t be here,” you breathed, almost as if you had just come to that conclusion.

“Probably not,” Rami chuckled and then looked at you through his lashes. “Do you want to come up to my room?”  

You just nodded as Rami grabbed your hand and led you towards the elevator.

Neither of you did anything in the elevator, just held hands. Both of you silently trying to assess the situation. Not sure where the night would lead you.  

“Rami! Thought we lost you, mate,” Gwil called not far down the hall when you got out of the elevator.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Rami whispered to you before handing you his room key. “1046.”

You smiled at him and went to the room while he walked over to his friends.

“So…” he started when he reached them, rubbing the back of his neck slightly embarrassed.

“Was that Y/N?” Joe asked, his eyes popping as he watched you walk down the hall.

Rami smiled. He couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Be careful, man. Don’t do something you’ll regret,” Ben told him. Seemingly much less tired than he had been in the taxi.

“We’re just…catching up. Call me in the morning around nine to make sure I’m awake, okay?” Rami patted Gwil’s arm, leaving his friends confused and a little worried before they separated and went to their own rooms.

Meanwhile, you had let yourself into Rami’s room, making sure that the door would stay open for when he came back. Room wasn’t an accurate word. This was a suite. And it was massive. You were walking around, when you spotted the mini bar. You walked over and opened it, seeing mini bottles of every alcohol you could think of.

“You could take the tequila if you want.”

You turned and saw Rami, just watching you. His hands in his pockets and a soft smile on his face.  

“I haven’t drank tequila for a few years. It um…” you cleared your throat. Not willing to tell him that you stopped drinking it because it was something the two of you drank together. “It started to really burn, so I switched.”

“Wow,” he muttered as he walked closer to you.

“What ‘wow’?” You looked down at yourself. You had forgotten what you were wearing. It was one of your tightest dresses that Danielle insisted you wear. It showed all of your curves and hit just above your knees. You folded your arms around you so that you covered yourself up a bit.

“’Wow’ as in I can’t believe you’re here. In my hotel room.”

“Rami, this isn’t a room. This is basically the whole floor. They must like you.”

Rami ignored your slight jab. He was now in front of you and took your left hand with both of his. He held it up to you, looking at your ring and then to you.

“Does he know you’re here?”

You shook your head. Rami looked back to your hand.

“I always thought I’d be the one to put a ring on this finger,” he sighed.

“Me too,” you replied quietly.

“He’s a good guy, you said?”

“One of the best.”

“And you love him?”

“...of course I do.”

Rami could tell you hesitated. He met your eyes, but this look was different. There was something behind his eyes that you’d seen before, but not for a long time. It was almost…possessive. It made you subconsciously lick your lips.

“Can I ask you something then?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

Rami leaned in and almost touching his nose to yours. You could feel his breath on your face and you closed your eyes. Relishing him being so close to you again. You could smell the faint cologne he must’ve put on before he went out. You could nearly taste the beer he’d been drinking.

“What are you doing here?” Rami whispered, his lips almost grazing yours as he spoke.

“I…I don’t…I didn’t…seeing you…it just…I couldn’t…” Fuck, when did it become so hard to talk to him? You looked down, hoping maybe that would break whatever trance he had on you.

Rami brought his other hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear then trailed his hand down your neck. He put his hand under your chin and lifted it so that you were meeting his eyes again. Those big gray orbs were boring into you. Silently asking you if you wanted him to stop.

One part of your brain said ‘Yes! Tell him to stop and GO HOME!’ but you’d been ignoring that part of your brain all night. What was one more time?

“Just say the word, and I’ll call you a cab,” Rami stroked your bottom lip with his thumb.

Everything felt right. Being here with Rami, him holding you, the still barely there slight buzz of the alcohol from earlier in the night. It made you want nothing more than…

“Maybe in the morning,” you finally surged forward and pressed your lips to his.

It felt like your pieces were falling back into place. Rami slid his hand around so that it was securely in your hair, pulling you even closer. You felt him tug on it for second, making you moan. He slipped his tongue inside your open mouth and you whimpered, breaking the kiss.  

“Sh…baby, let me take care of you,” Rami whispered as he kissed down your neck.

You leaned your head back, giving more access to the hallow of your throat. He found your pulse point and gave it a nibble, making your knees weak. You ran your hands up his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, wrapping your fingers in his hair. Rami reached back and unzipped your dress.

It slowly fell to the floor and Rami placed his hands on your hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear. You pulled his shirt over his head and slid your hands down, unbuckling his belt.

“Let’s continue this on the bed, huh?”

You nodded, enthusiastically. Rami picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He captured your lips again, in an even more heated kiss than the one before. You melted into it. All that mattered right now were Rami’s lips and the ache in your core.

Rami laid you on the bed and you both started tearing each other’s remaining clothing off until you could feel Rami’s hard cock against your bare thigh.

Rami pulled up so he could see your face. You were panting and he stared at you for a few moments. He just stared. A lot like he had at the bar. Like he was searching for something.

“What? Looking for something?”

Rami stroked your cheek and shook his head. “I think I found it,” Rami kissed you again. He reached down and between the two of you and lightly pressed on your clit. You hummed against him and arched your back, pressing your chests together. He applied more pressure and started moving his thumb in tight circles.

You felt like your whole body was on fire. You pulled away and moaned, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter.

“Rami, n…need more. Puh…please.”

“What do you want, Sugar? You want my fingers?” Rami kissed your chin. “Or my mouth?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He continued until he was at your ear. “Or my cock?”

You whined, not caring which one of them he chose.

“No no, sweetheart, need to hear your words. Come on, which one?”

“Fingers first.”

“First, huh? I like the way you think,” Rami smirked, sliding his fingers between your wet folds before he slipped his first finger into you. He groaned in your ear at how wet you were. “Fuck, baby, you’re almost dripping. Who did this to you, huh?”

“You, Ram…” you gasped when he slid his second finger in. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, making you squirm.

“Holy shit, I…I’m coming,” you screamed his name as you rode out your high on his fingers, bucking your hips.

He watched you come apart for him. He missed a lot of things about you, but getting to see you let go like that again made this whole night worth it.

Rami slowly removed his fingers once you were done. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. He then leaned down and kissed you again, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Need a moment, love?”

You shook your head.

“Are you sure? You’re not…?”

“Rami Said Malek if you don’t fuck me…”

“Hm…I like it when you say my full name, especially when you you’re making a request like that. Are you…okay with me not having anything?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “Just plea…ahhh…” you moaned as Rami entered you.

He took his time, feeling you stretch around him.

“Raaaami, move, please?”

“As you wish,” Rami replied before he slid out of you and slammed back in, taking your breath away.

The two of you didn’t say anything, just ragged breathing, moans, and grunts as Rami moved in and out of you. You starting pushing your hips up to meet him.

“Gonna move you, Sugar.”

“Okay….okay….”

Rami lifted one of your legs and you felt him hit you deeper.

“FUCK! RAMI!”

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Rami purred as he continued. “I’m getting close.”

“Me too!” You felt that heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter until you finally felt your pleasure crash over you like a wave. Your walls tightened and you felt Rami’s cock twitch inside you.

“Y/N!” He cried and you felt him fill you up.

He collapsed on top of you, both of your chests heaving.

“Holy shit,” you closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath (which was a little difficult because Rami was on top of you).

“You can say that again. I’ll be right back.” Rami kissed your temple, taking his time to gently slide out of you before he stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

You laid there and stared up at the ceiling. A million different thoughts going through your head. You had to talk to James, obviously. You needed to tell him about tonight.

And where did that put you and Rami? Were the two of you back together? Was this going to be a one night stand? The thought of that brought tears to your eyes. Was this just some quick fuck to him? Just something he could tell his buddies about tomorrow morning over breakfast while you had thrown your whole life away?

Rami was in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror while he waited for the water to warm up on the washcloth. He was practically giddy. He’d won you back. Well, maybe not totally. The two of you had a lot…A LOT…to talk about. Maybe that could wait until the morning? It probably shouldn’t and Rami knew that. But he wanted to have a good night.

He walked out and saw you, tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at the ceiling.

“Y/N?” Rami asked, walking over to you and sitting next to you on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

You looked up at him and wiped your eyes.

“Just thinking.”

“Let’s get cleaned up and then we can talk about it.”

You nodded. Rami was gentle as he cleaned you up. Once he was done, he tossed the cloth towards the bathroom and then laid on the bed next to you.

“Can I touch you?”

You nodded and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You had tried to stop crying, but now being close to him, the tears came again. You buried your head into the crook of his neck.  

“Oh sh…Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Rami whispered soothingly, rubbing your back.

“Why didn’t you come after me?”

You hadn’t meant to ask him that. You had meant to have a normal conversation about the last time you saw each other, but that wasn’t going to happen right now.

Rami’s hand stopped on your back and he sighed.

“We both needed space. I thought you’d come back to get your things and we’d talk about everything and..and then Emma showed up with that letter.”

You pulled away and looked at him.

“I thought once you read it…you’d call or something.”

“You told me not to!”

“I told you not to until you got over yourself! I just figured you never did.”

Rami just watched you for a moment or two. You almost thought that he was trying to come up with a comeback. Like something that would cause this whole night to be a mistake. Just another fight.

Instead, Rami looked honestly sorry. Like he truly meant what he was about to say.

“I guess I didn’t before I left. I went home and got my head straight.”

“So, you’ve changed?” It’s not that you didn’t believe him, you just didn’t’ want to get burned again. He must’ve seen something disbelieving in your face.

“Y/N, I…you were right. I was being an idiot. I was acting like some big shot and I wasn’t there for you.”

You rested your head on his chest and he pressed a kiss to your hair.

“But I will be,” his voice was soft and right in your ear. “If you give me another chance that I know I don’t deserve, I’d like to make it up to you.”

Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest. You’d been waiting years to hear him say that.

“I live in New York.”

“I’ve missed winter.”

“And I need to break up with my fiancé.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“And we need to have some discussions,” you looked up at him, making sure that he knew you were serious about this.

“Of course we do,” Rami tucked a fly away hair behind your ear. “We need to have lots of discussions. I’m not saying we fix everything right now. We don’t have time for that, but if we could just start working on it, I would be ridiculously happy.”

You snuggled yourself back into Rami’s chest and he gave you a squeeze.

“I would be too.”

The adrenaline was finally leaving your body and you felt dead tired. Your eyes started to flutter closed and you felt Rami rest his head on top of yours.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. We can talk more in the morning.”

You hummed, letting him know you heard him. You pressed a kiss to his naked chest.

“Love you,” you mumbled before finally succumbing to sleep.

Rami’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. He wasn’t ready for that. He was thinking the same thing, but he hadn’t wanted to drive you away by saying it again too soon.

“Love you too, Sugar.”

[lokisrare]

birdie

pairings: ben hardy x ofc.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i hate this but i love this, also, spoiler: i hate cassie. i don’t really know what it is, but let me know what you think and if you want to know what happens next lmao. oh, by the way this was heavily inspired by break my heart by dua lipa.

June 6th, 2010.

“Well damn, you look HOT.” I gushed when Sydney walked out of the changing room.

She sent a smile towards me while fixing her hair, it must’ve been freaking hard to get on that dress, I think to myself when I look up and down her body, the dress hugging her body just right, but still, the material looked incredibly uncomfortable and her face just confirmed that to me.

“I feel like someone’s pinching my nipples constantly, like here…, ugh it hitches so bad,” she says trying to fix the top of the dress and I laugh at her struggling to make the dress work.

“Syd, why don’t you try something else, you’re going to look good anyway,” all I receive is a death glare and I just know she’s telling me to fuck off while still trying to find a way to feel comfortable.

She huffs and gets into the changing room, closing the pink curtain a little too aggressively, I suppress a giggle knowing she’s having a hard time and I’d probably end up with my hair pulled if I keep making fun of her. “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees is playing which makes me roll my eyes annoyed, it had become my young sister’s favorite song so it was on repeat almost every hour of the day, just listening to it gave me a horrid headache.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just go with the first one,” Sydney says finally getting out. I nod, a very genuine and happy smile plastered on my face, it was 6.30 pm and we had left my house at 4, to say I was hungry and tired was an understatement.

 “I really hate you, Cass, you know that right?” Sydney says as we finally get to my house, most specifically: my room. I run straight to my bed, my back thanking me for finally having a moment to rest after being walking and standing still for three hours straight. “I don’t really know how you choose so easily; I just can’t decide when it comes to shopping.”

I smile with my eyes closed hearing Syd grabbing the make-up bag as she seats in front of the mirror, “I just go for black, that’s my secret, black’s the right decision. Always.”

“Your whole wardrobe is black, Cassie.” I don’t see her but I can tell she rolled her eyes, annoyed. “You could’ve at least gone for something red this time or maroon or grey.”

I prop on my elbows scanning my open (and messy) closet, well… maybe I owned a lot of black clothes but it is just a glorious color, or not actually a color but who cares, black just rocks and it was easily combined.

“I promise I’ll wear something else next time.”

Sydney looks at me with a sarcastic expression, raising an eyebrow.

“No, you won’t.” Nope, I won’t.

I grab the curling iron next to my night table: “Curls, straight or should I just go natural?” Sydney shrugs looking at me intently, her lips pressed together, after a few seconds she just clicks her tongue and turns around.

“Whatever you feel like doing today, babe, you’ll look pretty anyway,” she pauses. “And Ben will like it anyway.”

“SYDNEY, NO.”

“What?” She says smirking at me through the mirror. “Oh, come on you can’t possibly think I don’t realize, the tension is obvious,” she smiles satisfied at my petrified expression. “Besides he’s a Capricorn, Capricorn and Scorpios have AMAZING SEX.”

“SYDNEY” I shout throwing a heart shaped pillow at her while she laughs uncontrollably, “He’s my brother’s friend, your step brother and almost 3 years older.”

“Your brother does not care at all, I don’t either and you didn’t say nothing about the sex thing so you little bastards have been really sneaky about it but I’m the devil and I found a condom on the bathroom trash the other day,” I set a mental reminder to slap Ben when I see him tonight, “It wasn’t mine so it was either from my parents or from Ben. And your face just told me it was from Ben,” she stops and then wrinkles her nose, “Ugh, disgusting. Let’s move on from this topic, please.”

“You started it.”

“I thought he was fooling around with Candace, she’s been after him the whole year, it looks like she knows he’s leaving soon. Besides I heard the rumor they slept together, I’m sure she started it.”

“Yeah, I think she knows, that’s why she’s been so clingy.” I cringe thinking of it. “Well if it’s true then her wish finally came true.”

The disgusted tone in my voice making me feel kind of angry at myself, just as much as the thought of Ben fooling around with Candace and I know Sydney can tell. I wasn’t very surprised when I first found out she’d been trying to get his attention the whole year, her obsession with Ben wasn’t new and she seemed a little too desperate, but she wasn’t a bad person, maybe too much of a bimbo girl but still, a nice person and Ben had always found a way to avoid her.

When Malik came up to me with rumor it made my stomach turn, giving the fact that two weeks ago he had me pinned against a wall at some random party while we had a (very steamy) make out session hoping my brother wouldn’t find us. Fucking. Ben.  

“I don’t think that’s true at all, I totally think she spread the rumor herself with some friend’s help.” I sighed at Sydney insistence, “besides the whole situation is so weird, he is constantly running away from her and just one day they, like, fuck? Uh-uh, that just not makes sense, maybe she’s blackmailing him.” I laugh at her occurrence. Only Sydney, of course. “I truly hope my theory is not true, that’d be, like, pyscho behavior.”

“Yeah, but still, it might be true, we don’t know” I say getting up and throwing the curling iron on top of my bed. Curls it is, I think. “I believe there’s pizza on the fridge, is that ok for you or what do you want?”

Sydney thinks for a few seconds, “yeah, pizza’s fine, I’ll just eat a tiny bit though because I want to get really wasted really fast today and that’s way easier if I have an empty stomach.”

“You’re going to die.”

“Oh well, but it’s not going to hurt if my drunk as hell.”

“Touché.”

The dress hugged my curves just fine but I still felt like I was trying very hard to convince myself I really liked the way I looked with this way too short dress and I hadn’t just bought it because I knew it would catch Ben’s attention; I was upset knowing I was just about to leave my house wearing something just not-me at all to impress a stupid boy.

He’s not stupid and you know it.

“You look gorgeous, breathtaking and completely uncomfortable.” I turned around, Syd was standing leaning against the door frame looking effortlessly beautiful, her blonde hair straight and the loose baby pink dress making her look absolutely angelic.

“I am terribly uncomfortable, and I hate the fact the I’m about to take it off because it costed me good money I could’ve used to buy something I actually liked.” I said raising my voice, feeling angry at myself again, for the same reason, “I hate myself sometimes.”

Sydney giggles as she looked through my closet, smiling triumphantly when she found what she was looking for: a short black skirt and a grey blouse.

“I love this outfit on you, please change, you’re radiating so much negativity wearing that outfit besides the look on your face makes it seems like it’s causing you actual pain to be wearing this.” She stated and then lowered her eyes to my feet, “Oh god, Cassie, take those heels off, those are not even your favorite ones, put on your white vans, do yourself a favor, please.” I groaned as I got up feeling defeated and absolutely ridiculous to say the least.

Once I was changed, I felt my confidence coming back again, I looked pretty and I looked like me, Sydney got up from the bed clapping happily.

“Yay! That’s my Cassie, you look gorgeous!” she grabbed my hand dragging me downstairs way too fast and excitedly, making my chest crash against her back when she stopped abruptly at the end of the stair, turning around violently, “It’s not like you didn’t look gorgeous before, it’s just… now you look gorgeous and your face doesn’t look like you’re in the middle of a funeral.” I scoffed punching her arm but a giggle escaped my mouth making both of us laugh, right before we saw the taxi parking outside.

“Ok, let’s do it giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl.” I opened the door as Syd put two little vodka bottles inside of her little purse. “All done, and just to re-clarify, you look amazing and Ben’s going to love how you look, you really don’t need to try so hard, he already likes you.”

“Oh my God, STOP, let’s go Syd.” I said pushing her outside the house.

“Just saying.”

The house was packed, way too packed for a place so small, the air was filled with smoke from the cigarettes and the smoke machine placed on top of an old couch. I looked around trying to find my friends or at least my brother.

You’re looking for him.

I rolled my eyes annoyed at myself, once again. I wasn’t looking for him, or maybe a little, but it’s not like I was desperate. Or too desperate.

“My niñas, over here mis amores!” A curly haired boy calls from inside the little kitchen. Lucas. He had two girls clung to his sides, fighting for his attention, I smirk looking at him as he excuses himself with the girls and start making his way towards us. Poor girls, if they only knew.

“Ugh, I’m already hating this place and I’ve been here for just 20 minutes.” He states right after kissing Syd and I’s both cheeks.

Sydney takes the vodka bottles out of her purse making Lucas smile widely as he puts his hand on his chest. Oh my god. I already knew I was going to be tonight’s babysitter.

“Yas! You are my Blondie Number One angel, Syd.” Lucas grabbed her cheeks pecking her on the lips, looking behind them I saw the two girls from earlier, both with annoyed looks as they turned around to leave the place, Lucas hand grabbed my arm, catching my attention, “Why so distracted? Looking for Blondie Number Two?” He asked raising his eyebrows repeatedly. “He got in here right before you guys but since Candace the Crazy was looking for him since she got here, he completely disappeared.” He said looking around, his arms resting on Sydney’s shoulders, “Nope, Blondie Number Two’s not around. To be honest I’m kind of worried Candace is blackmailing him.” he stated clicking his tongue.

Sydney let out a very exaggerated high pitched scream, “I thought THE SAME and Cassie won’t believe it.”

“Guys, both of you are insane, completely insane, let the poor girl live.”

Hypocrite.

“Oh c’mon, two weeks ago you were ready to sneak into Daisy Clinton’s room to do the nasty with Benny-Boy for like the 100th time now you just don’t care? I don’t buy it baby, no no, not when you came in here looking like a lost puppy.” I opened my mouth ready to say something but Lucas spoke first also interrupting Sydney whom was about to complain since she was the last person to find out or to figure it out, actually, “And don’t tell me you were looking for your brother. I. Know. You. Cassidy. Peters.”

I just shrugged trying to not show him how fucking right he was, and also trying not to accept to myself I’ve been looking for him the entire time we stood in the middle of the tiny kitchen.  Sydney gave me the finger and then made her way towards the improvised dance floor carrying Lucas with her.

Now I was seated on the corner of the living room watching Logan Lawrence, our school’s quarter back make out with one of the shyest girls from our school. Poor girl. She’s so going to regret it tomorrow… and forever probably. Logan was just that disgusting. I kept looking around when I started cursing at myself, I’ve been sitting here for almost half on hour looking at Sydney and Lucas get wasted just because I was trying to find the boy I was desperately craving for and he was nowhere to be seen, which was bad, but I had seen Candace dance around looking absolutely drunk, which was good, but it also meant Ben could be with any other girl, which was bad. Really bad. For me, of course.

My phone buzzed, three messages from Jonas, also known as my brother.

Jo: bring me a whisky pleeeeeeeease

Jo: no one will realize, I’m on the roof with the boys

Jo: please cass, be a good sis

I huffed but still got up ready to do what he asked me to, I mean, it’s not like I was doing anything better. I grabbed the bottle of whisky and a very drunk boy stared at me, I was ready for him to say something but he just smiled and gave me the thumbs up, I laughed a little and waved him goodbye as I made my way upstairs.

How the fuck do I get to the roof?

Cass: how do I get there?

Jo: first floor, the room with the green door at the right, take the stairs

Jo: be fast, there’s like a lot of people getting at it

Well fuck. Once I got to the first floor the green door was the first one I saw, an AC/DC poster on it, I breathed in and opened it, trying to get used to the dark looking where the hell was the supposed way to the roof; not giving a single fuck I opened the door again learning a lot of lovely words from the people hiding in there, I was about to say something to them when I saw the hole on the corner of the bedroom’s ceiling and the wooden escalator right under it. Of course.

The relieve my ears felt when I reached the roof was glorious, I took a few second to enjoy the feeling when I felt a hand on my shoulders, grabbing harder the whisky bottle ready to snap at whatever drunk boy who was trying to annoy my little moment of peace I turned around but I was met with Blondie Number Two, or just Ben.

“Easy, Cassie.” He laughed grabbing the bottle from my hand and lending it to my brother who was right behind him with a knowing smirk, I sent him a death glare.

“Hi, Cass, having fun?” He said slurring his words, oh my God, obviously Jonas Peters was a lightweight and now I had just brought him a big ass bottle of whisky for him to keep getting drunk.

I looked to him and then to Ben who stood way too close for my liking, I was able to smell his perfume. My mind travelling back to Daisy’s room when I was pressed against a wall, his hands roaming trough my whole body while I left love bites all over his neck, getting drunk on his scent.

Stop it. Answer the question.

“Absolutely not.” Jonas pretended to cry and then blew a kiss towards me as he left to join his others friends, they were just as drunk as him, or even worst. Ben cleared his throat making me look his way taking in his appearance, black shirt, black jeans, black shoes, so good looking. Maybe that’s what I liked him so much, it seemed his closet was also full of black clothes.

He was effortlessly beautiful.

“Well, thank you. “He said, a smug expression plastered on his face just as the color drained from mine. WHY?

I sighed, putting on my best annoyed look trying desperately to make it seem I didn’t care at all. Liar. “Don’t flatter yourself, I did it on purpose.” He nodded, the little smirk still lingering on his face as he stepped closer to me, hooking his arm around my shoulder.

“Yeah, sure, Birdie.” I groaned at the nickname and Ben threw his head back laughing at my annoyance.

“Don’t call me that, Ben. I don’t go around calling you Blondie Number Two.” I tried to let loose from his arms but he just held my tighter, starting to walk and dragging me along with him to sit closer to the edge against a wall, the big tree in front of the house blocking the street lights making it hard to see clearly; once we both were sitting I was finally able to get off of his embrace, looking down trying to ignore the fact that Ben was so close to me, and we were alone in the –almost- dark.

“But I always call you like that, you should be used to it by now… Birdie” He said right after getting comfortable on the floor. I huffed. No. I would never get used to it because I felt embarrassed and angry, angry at myself (as always, of course) for being so obsessed with him since forever.

I saw him light a cigarette from the corner of my eye, before turning back his attention to me, blowing out the smoke, “it fits you, you’re so… free, I don’t know, so you,” I looked at him attentively, lost in the way he chewed on his bottom lip while he tried to find the words, “I mean…, ugh, you know what, nothing. It just fits you because you’re beautiful and birds are also beautiful and interesting and also fucking smart”

I really didn’t know how I managed to not throw myself to him right there. To everyone, Ben Jones was this incredibly confident good looking college boy every girl wanted but to me he was just Blondie Number Two: Ben Jones, the boy whom just had compared me to birds because I, apparently, am: pretty, interesting and intelligent and now just stared at his cigarette nervously waiting for my response.

He was trying to be romantic, cute or whatever about the nickname but we both knew really well why he called me that.

“You’re and idiot, Ben.” I punched his arm lightly, “you could’ve jus explained it that way ten years ago when you started calling me that. Seven-year-old Cassie would’ve have been happy with it.”

He shrugged, “I figured you hated me.”

“I threw myself from a homemade zip line to impress you, I surely did not hate you.” Ben choked on the cigarette smoke looking at me with a funny expression, “I just never talked to you because Jonas wouldn’t let me, it wasn’t cool if his little sister tried to be friends with his friends.”

“The whole zip line thing was just to impress me?” I nodded, “well fuck, Cass, I appreciate it, you almost broke a bone back then.”

“Good to know you do now, finally.”

He finished the cigarette, throwing the filter somewhere and got closer grabbing my legs and placing them on top of his, I felt drowned to sit completely on his lap but held back that need while looking intently into his eyes trying to figure what he wanted, his left hand travelled to my lower back as he stared at my lips, my breathing slowly becoming erratic I just wanted him to do something.

“W-what are you doing, Benjamin?” He smirked, his hand resting on my back pushing me up so now I was fully sitting on his lap, his right hand caressing my thigh making me look up and down, from where his hands were drawing circles on my leg and then back to his plumped lips.

“I’m just trying to show you some gratitude after all these years of you trying so hard to get my attention, Birdie” He said, his voice coming out really low making my insides tingle and my cheeks burn, thank God for all this darkness surrounding us.

“Can I kiss you?” I felt so desperate, our lips gracing as his hands kept caressing my thigh not letting me focus on his question completely.

“Why are you even asking?”

“Just being a gentleman.” He said gripping my waist harder, a whimper coming out of me provoking a smug smirk to creep on his face.

“Oh, shut up.”

I grabbed his face finally kissing him, smirking against his lips when Ben let out a throaty moan breaking the kiss for a few seconds but kissing me back hungrily as I fully straddled him, his hands going automatically to my hips gripping harder when I bit on his bottom lip, licking it with my tongue. Ben captured my lips with his again, I was so high lost in the moment as our lips moved in complete sync I wanted to stay like this forever. He pecked my lips before resting his head on the wall behind him while both of us tried to control our breathing.

“I fucking want you, Birdie.” He said getting closer to my face to peck my lips one more time, “but we are not doing this here, not with your brother and our drunk as hell friends just a few meters away.”

I groaned remembering the fact that I was in a roof and also in the middle of a party and as much I was wanted him, he was right.

“We can go to my house, my parents are gone for the weekend and they took Layla with them,” Ben’s eyes shot open, his right hand brushing the locks of hair falling on my face as he smiled satisfied, “besides Jonas is staying at Will’s today.”

“Then let’s fucking go.”

He grabbed my waist and got up with me still on top of him, I laughed against his shoulder as he settled me back on the floor and took my hand to guide us out of the roof. He walked towards the group of boys, two of them were already passed out on the floor while Jonas and Will vibed to Pursuit of Happiness, the bottle of whisky was empty.

“You two. We are leaving, don’t drive, walk or just take a cab.” Ben said, his voice firm as the two other boys glanced at each other and then started laughing.

“Yes, father!” Will saluted and I couldn’t help let out a laugh. Ben gripped my hand tighter and I looked at him, he was trying to suppress a laugh too.

“I’m serious, Will. Be safe.” Will just nodded as he laid on his back again.

“And I’m serious, Benjamin Jones.” Jonas said stepping into the conversation. If he was slurring words earlier now he was just a mess, I rolled my eyes at the drunk ass of a brother I had, “Don’t make me an uncle,” my mouth opened to say something but the words weren’t coming out, “at least not on my bed or on the couch, if you please, now leave, my children.” And that’s all he said before passing out on top of Will legs. Ben looked at my horrified and I just stood there.

“Does he know?” I asked right after he took my hand to lead us toward the hole on the floor.

“I mean it’s not like were not pretty obvious. You keep looking at me completely stunned every time.”

I scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same.”

“Never said I didn’t.” He winked at me and then started to go down the wooden stair.

Once we closed the green door after another round of cursing from the people inside the room, Ben asked me to wait for him as he went to the bathroom and just then, during my time alone I realized I left and never told Syd or Lucas, and I had been gone for -maybe- longer than thirty minutes and then so suddenly the name Candace came back to my mind; turning towards Ben who was coming out of the bathroom fixing his hair, I got to him and he looked down at me confused but smiling.

“What?”

“Are you and Candace a thing and I’m just being that girl?” I was fuming, not really because I was being that girl but because of the fact that I hated the thought of him with someone else.

Is not like he wasn’t aloud, we’re nothing.

Ouch.

Ben rolled his eyes looking, to my surprise, annoyed. “That fucking girl. I was just being nice to her for once and now she goes around spreading bullshit. NO, Birdie, there’s nothing happening with Candace. That’s why we were on the roof, I was avoiding her, she’s a pain in the ass. In my ass.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He said closing the distance between us and kissing me softly, this time was way different than before, and I was loving every second of it, “why can’t you see you’re the one I want, Birdie?” he said against my lips and I felt my legs trembling at his honesty.

“We should go.”

Why didn’t I say something back? Why didn’t I say I wanted him too? Because I did, I knew that. I was stupid. Well no, actually. I was afraid and I knew it deep down, back then, I just didn’t want to come to terms with it. I was afraid of getting too attached to him that when we had to take different paths it was going to hurt so much. That’s why I never said nothing.

After some promises from Syd and Lucas to find my brother and Will and take a cab the four of them together we left the house holding hands, my house was maybe ten blocks away, a little less maybe so we decided to walk, enjoying each other’s presence, none of us saying nothing. I felt Ben’s gaze from time to time but I was too submerged on my own thoughts, drowning in them and hating to be feeling that way when I should’ve been enjoying our little moment.

Both of us knew it probably was the last time we’d see each other but none of us said anything, or I didn’t say anything, Ben had made it clear a few minutes ago. And I wanted him, but I also didn’t want to hold him back and that’s exactly why what I really think and felt was never said.

And after ten years it still haunted me.

Now the same horrible feeling growing on my chest, I was feeling as nauseous as I felt back then when I said goodbye to him knowing I was escaping from what I really wanted out of fear, because I was a coward but I was also seventeen and experiencing a feeling so hard it numbed my thoughts.

Now I stood in the middle of the room, the glass of wine long forgotten on my hands as Sydney’s hand gripped on my arm sympathetically and I felt thankful because otherwise when I saw him entering the place, looking exactly the same just more mature; his cheeky behavior that made everybody love him still present, I felt so out of place, my knees shaking a little, or maybe it was just my imagination.

8 years after.

“Blondie Number Two has ARRIVED!” I heard Lucas yell in the distance.  

And I just had to get out of here. Fast. The world was literally spinning around me as I looked at everyone greeting Ben with a hug, the ones who didn’t know him just stared at the scene smiling. 

“Cass, we can leave, there’s no need for you to be doing this now. It’s fine.” Sydney whispered. 

“No. I’m ok, this doesn’t affect me, not really.” I shrugged and she just stared at me not saying anything but her expression showed concern and tiredness towards this whole situation. “It’s just, it’s been so long and I’m just shocked. That’s all.” 

Sydney opened her mouth to protest but closed it immediately looking behind me, right then, almost instantly, a very well known cologne filled my nose before I could ask her what was going on. 

Oh crap.

 And there he stood, in all his glory. Just as handsome, his confident aura captivating everyone around us, just like always. I extended my hand to him provoking Ben to just smile and roll his eyes taking my hand just to tug me into his arms, hugging me sweetly as my face was stamped against his chest, not reacting. 

Do something. I mentally shouted at my self.

My hands travelled to his sides, finally embracing him. This felt nice, I thought. It felt familiar; way too familiar for two people who hadn’t seen each other for so long. 

Ben moved his head, lowering it so now his mouth was right next to my ear, sending a shiver trought my whole body, the action being too intimate for the place we were in. 

“Long time no see.” He whispered really low for me to hear it properly thanks to the music playing in the background, but still managing to knock the air out me when he got even closer and simply said: “I’ve missed you… Birdie.”

Now I really wanted to leave. Again.

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I’ve been simpin over Ben Hardy so much lately but I just want to show you smn.

BEN HARDY WITH ✨SIDEBURNS✨

Yes, I was watching his profile and now I’m madly in love with the man.

[intricate-oeuvre]

say it before you run out of time || B. Hardy || part VIII

Word count: 1.9k+

Summary: Ben and the reader have been friends since childhood. And along the way reader falls in love with him. But it might be too late when another girl shows up claiming that she’s his girlfriend.

Warnings: someone is talking about dick a lot - dick jokes, hints at adult content; genuinely horrible writing-what can you expect from a person who isn't English native speaker 

A/n: hmu if you want to be tagged in future chapters. u bet your sweet ass that I am listening to Mary Shelly’s soundtrack (and crying)

part I  part II  part III  part IV  part V  part VI  part VII   part VIII  part IX  part X  part XI  part XII part XIII

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That night it was meant for you to share the guest bedroom with Rose and Maddie. The bed big enough to fit all three of you.

“We’ll take the floor.” Maddie smirked.

“Why?” you said, confused as to why you couldn’t share the bed.

“Because you are going to sleep late.” Maddie explained.

“Till the last second.” Rose said, grabbing the pillow out of the bed.

There was a slight knock on the door.

“Come in?” Maddie said as you all turned to the door. Rose standing near the bed with pillows in her hands and Maddie spinning on the chair while you were sitting on the bed, hoarding all the blankets.

“Share, please.” Rose had hissed at you playfully.

“You got everything?” came Ben’s voice from other side of the door.

“Couple more pillows maybe?” Maddie called out.

“You got it.” Ben was gone for couple minutes and with a knock opened the doors, this time having three more pillows under his arms.

“Here.” He said giving two pillows to Maddie and throwing the third at you.

“Thank you.” Rose thanked him and then looked between Ben and you.

“So…” She trailed off.

“So what?” You narrowed your eyes at Rose.

“You know… earlier and stuff…” Rose said with a shrug.

“I am not talking about that with you. Definitely not with you.” Ben pointed at Rose.

“Why? Because I saw your boner?” Rose furrowed her brows.

“Rose!” you chided at her.

“What? Was it any good?” Rose looked at you. You looked back at her with delirious look.

“I think I’m going now.” Ben said taking a step back, light blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Good night, Ben.” You said softly.

“Good night. Except you, Rose.” Ben narrowed his eyes at her.

“What did you want me to say if you walked around with a raging boner?” Rose shrugged.

“Bloody hell, fuck off, Rose, will you?!” Ben rolled his eyes at her, giving her a middle finger.

“Stick it somewhere else.” Rose looked at you.

“Rose, you are drunk, stop please.” Maddie cried, trying not to laugh too hard.

“At least I don’t have a boner.” Rose shook her head.

“Are we going to discuss his dick any longer?” Maddie shielded her ears.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Ben looked at Rose, trying to understand why she hadn’t shut up already.

“Yeah, Ben, what’s up. I’m sure, y/n would love to know.” Rose said putting pillows down.

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” You stood up from bed and went to push Ben out of the room.

“Hey, I was just getting started!” Rose whined.

“And now you just finished. Shut it!” you pointed at her and then continued to push Ben out of the room.

“I don’t like her when she’s drunk, she talks too much.” Ben narrowed his eyes staring at the doors behind you.

“She talks all the time. This time she has something interesting to talk about.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Interesting, yeah, sure.” Ben looked around to make sure no one was listening.

“Did you?” he asked after a moment.

“Did I what?” you furrowed your brows at him. Not saying a word, Ben only tilted his head at you waiting for the thought in your head to click.

“Oh, oh, OH. Shit….” You gasped, your eyes growing big.

“Yeah…” Ben smirked, biting his lip.

“Maybe…” you grinned up at him, taking a daring step closer to him, your chest brushing against his.

“Naughty girl…” Ben chucked, wrapping his left hand around your waist.

“Did you think of me?” he asked, searching your face.

“Yeah… and a lot of other things too….” You answered innocently, looking him up and down.

“You are killing me; do you know that?” Ben grabbed your face, so you would look at him.

“Nooo… I need you alive…” you whined playfully. With light chuckle Ben leaned down to softly peck your lips.

“Not here.” You pulled away from him, fearing that someone might walk on two of you.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Ben asked.

“It’s already tomorrow, Ben.” You giggled looking at the time in your phone.

“Alright, smartass. Stay, we are having a pool day.” He explained.

“We? Did Nina plan this?” you dared to mention her name.

“Yes, but only because everyone will have major hangover in the morning.” Ben tried to reason with you.

“I really shouldn’t. I have school on Monday.”

“Your houses won’t go anywhere, trust me.” Ben said, holding your shoulders and peering into your eyes.

“I’ll stay if- If there will be pancakes in the morning.” You pointed at him.

“Whatever you want, princess.” He said.

“Princess?” you tilted your head at him.

“Who am I kidding, you are a queen.” Ben sighed happily and with a glance to the side, leaned to connect his lips to yours.

“Dream of me…” you mumbled softly, giving one last peck to his lips.

“Of course...” Ben whispered and gently run his knuckle against your cheek.

Ben turned around to retire for the night, but you yanked on the back of his t-shirt.

“What?” He turned around.

“Give me your shirt. I need to sleep in something.” You whispered and slightly pulled on the hem of the sweater you were still wearing.

“Undressing me? Here in hallway?” he smirked and reached back to pull the shirt over his head. It was like unwrapping a birthday gift. He extended his hand to give the shirt, now standing only in his jeans. For a second you were debating if you should put a show for him by changing in front of him. Ok, you needed to be quick.

With sly smirk you turned towards the shut bedroom door, you crossed your hands and pulled the sweater off of your naked chest. Sending a quick wink towards Ben over your shoulder, you quickly pulled on his shirt.

“That should do.” You mumbled turning to face him again. Ben just stood there and looked at you with this adoring look in his eyes. It looked as if he wanted to tell you something but thought better of it and with light chuckle and kiss to your forehead, bid you goodnight.

After that, even thought, Maddie and Rose were already asleep on the floor, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from racing. And the fact that Ben had actually given you one of his personal pillows didn’t help much either. All you could smell was him. Grabbing you phone from underneath the pillow, you unlocked it and stared at it. What if you wake up in the morning and he will be back with Nina, you’ll be you-the uni student who has impossible crush on her best friend and can do absolutely nothing about it.

y/n: it’s 3:35 and the thought of you doesn’t let me sleep – you typed and let your finger hover above delete button. Biting you lower lip you hit send instead of delete like all those times before. You have to do something while there is still a chance. You putted the phone back under the pillow. And you wouldn’t read the message that adored your screen until you wake up in the morning.

bEnJaMiN: then don’t think of me but think of us

 ****Next morning.

Somehow you had slept so deeply that you didn’t notice that Maddie and Rose had exited the guest bedroom.

“Can we finally eat the breakfast already?” Nina whined sitting down at the table.

“Ben is not here, nor is y/n.” Maddie yawned and poured herself a glass of water.

“Ben is up, he’s going to be here in the sec, but I can start with out that girl.” Nina said reaching for a pancake.

“You finally thought to show up, boo?” Nina raised her eyes up as she saw Ben making his way to table.

Sending a wicked smile to Maddie, Rose cleared her throat and turned around in her chair to face Ben before he sat down:

“’Morning, Ben.” Rose started with fake happiness in her voice that Ben had come to learn was not real.

“Good morning, Rose.” Ben said suspiciously.

“Could you go and wake y/n up? She sleeps like a bear.” Rose said, that fake tone still apparent, but not to Maddie and Ben. Ben wanted to say something, but Rose continued:

“I would do so myself, but you are already standing, so I figured…”

“Alright, but if she’s angry it’s your fault.” Ben mumbled and pointed a finger at Rose.

“You’re welcome?” Rose grinned at him. To everyone else at the table it seemed that Rose was saying ‘you’re welcome’ just because he will have someone angry at him, but between Rose and Ben it meant that she was saying ‘you’re welcome’ because she had just given him an opportunity to spend time with you. At this moment Ben was glad that you had a friend like Rose or Maddie who so genuinely cared about your happiness.

With slight nod towards Rose, Ben looked at Nina. Girl seemed more interested in her phone that to be bothered if Ben was at the table next to her or not.

 You didn’t hear the knock on the doors, so Ben quietly let himself in the bedroom. Closing the doors behind himself, he looked at your sleeping form. The blanket was around your waist as you were sleeping on your tummy, hands tucked underneath the pillows that Ben had given you last night. And the shirt that you had stolen from him had ridden up while you were sleeping, so that your back was exposed to the daylight that was seeping in the room through the curtains.

Not saying a word, Ben sat at the side of the bed and gently let his hand slide down your spine. You didn’t move, but just let out a low hum.

“’Morning, love.” Ben said quietly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your back.

With furrowed brows you slowly opened your eyes. Then sat up and looked around, finally letting your eyes focus on Ben.

“What... what are you doing in here?” you rubbed your eyes, felling Ben’s hand on your waist.

“Not even a good morning?” Ben pouted. You blushed and pecked his pouted lips.

“Good morning, Ben��” you whispered against his lips.

“Why are you here?” you let your hand rest delicately against his cheek.

“Rose is helping me steal some time with you.” Ben whispered, small smile gracing his lips.

“I could get used to waking up like this.” You smiled, looking around the bed.

“Definitely.” Ben grinned and stole another kiss from you. This time not thinking about stopping. His hands wrapped around your back as you fell backwards, pulling him with you.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that…” he smirked at you and pinned you down to bed, gently dragging his lips up your neck till your jawline. With his teeth he sent chills down your spine.

“Ben…” you sang out, letting your legs wrap around him. He looked deeply in your eyes and pressed that cunning smile of his against your wanting lips. Next second you were pushing up his shirt, suddenly hating how it felt against your hands. Ben didn’t protest, silently pulled off his shirt and just got faster back to your lips. You were finally able to touch his chest, running your hands along his muscles. It felt as if you couldn’t get him close enough. Pulling, grabbing at each other, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Still got them on, don’t you?” Ben mumbled against your neck as his hand slid down your waist and side of the leg.

“Why don’t you see for yourself…?” you grabbed his hand and along your own dragged it down the front of your body till you stopped at the hem of your lace panties.

~~~~~~~~~~

and I oop...

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I’m Gonna Crawl-John Deacon x Reader

Summary: Working at a failing clothing store doesn’t have many perks until you make a promise with a rock band too poor to afford the stage costumes of their dreams--which is how Roger and Deaky find themselves both smitten by you and in a silent competition to win your affections. 

Word Count: 9.5k+

Warnings: Slow burn, frustration, Roger is a fucking cockblock, filthy sex, dirty talking

You squinted as you thumbed a paper tag woven through a silk sleeve of a shirt you were convinced was too flamboyant and too expensive for anybody to ever purchase. The sleeves were pleated, and the buttons on the back were sheathed in the same silk, pulled taut over them. The sleeves flared out, and hung much lower than the narrow bodice of the shirt did; you wondered who could even fit comfortably in such an awkwardly shaped garment.

But apparently someone thought they had a chance of fitting into and liking the shirt, (which you had to admit was pleasingly soft to the touch), because your quite authoritarian boss commanded you to put it on hold.

“We got a call for an item to be put on hold, Y/N.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile, a pen bobbing from in between crooked teeth as he punched numbers into a desk calculator, the buttons worn away from use in excess. You had offered to bring your own in, but he insisted that this one was a better model--whatever that meant. He was the quintessential model for a type A personality: controlling, neurotic, overly-aggressive. So gently lifting the velvety grey hanger from a hook in an abandoned dressing room, you noted how his personality was antithetical to this free-flowing shirt that you still couldn’t fathom the idea of somebody wanting.

“He’s coming around at three,” He said, jotting a number down onto a yellow legal pad, sighing as he capped the pen. You cringed, noting how the shaft of it was coated in his spit. “He said his name is Freddie, so remember that. I’ll be gone by two-thirty; I have a meeting with corporate about our sales.”

You nodded, looking at your chipped nail polish; the white varnish was almost shaped like a heart, jagged on the edges. “Alright.” You slipped behind the front counter and carefully hung some crisp button-ups on a metal clothing rack next to a cash-register, the pads of your fingers cold against the silver rod on the top. But he was silent, and when you looked up to meet his beady eyes, his eyebrows were raised, as if he were awaiting your prying response. You really didn’t want to feed into his belligerence; if you even mentioned something that faintly annoyed him, he’d spit in your ear for twenty minutes, complaining about lunch hours and corporate and his wage--which was almost double of yours. But you sighed, tongue-in-cheek, as you straightened up the pens that scattered the tabletop; for being so anal, he was awful at organization. “What’s up with the sales? Negative, I take it?” You mindlessly opened a small drawer in-between two cash-registers, pulling out a faded green nail file to distract yourself enough so you wouldn’t be forced to look at his face.

“They’ve absolutely tanked.” He slammed the tiny drawer of the cash-register, where the money was kept. And judging by the minuscule amount of large bills inside, you could admit his worry was warranted.

“Hmm.” You sighed, not caring about the future of the establishment whatsoever; in fact you hoped it went out of business. You had spent years overworking yourself: taking shifts when your coworkers were too drunk to come in, making a wage that had no business being called one. You had made this job an axis that you revolved around, and you wanted to start anew--to have something exciting, that made your throat tighten and your ears fizzle with scarlet blood, seemingly soaked through with adrenaline.

But instead, you listened--or really feigned listening--to him grumble and fuss about something that didn’t even affect his income like it did yours.  

“I just don’t understand what changed within the month; we should be selling more. It’s spring!” He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes from beneath his well-worn and quite outdated tortoise shell glasses.

“You’re right.” You couldn’t repeat what he had said back to him if he had asked, in all honesty, but it seemed like the appropriate response to his one-sided bickering, so you said it, fixing your hair in a small compact mirror you held at your waist.

Soon enough, the store opened, and you were relieved to be forced to saunter away from the awful man and mingle with customers and your more pleasant coworkers--although there weren’t many of either category. You lifted your wrist, dragging your pointer finger down the leather strap of your watch, squinting to try and make out the time; the harsh instrumental music emanating from the speakers was much too distracting and sharp in your ears to focus. But your watch proved useless, as your boss gave you a small wave, gesturing to his own watch, which was an ugly style of a very expensive rolex he most definitely could not afford--not comfortably at least.

You stood behind the counter for the next hour, bored out of your mind but relieved to be; the customers at the store--no matter how rare--were always overly dramatic, haggling prices with you as if you worked at a yard sale instead of an upscale clothing shop in west London. You were mindlessly drawing flowers and meaningless doodles on an unspooled roll of receipts when the bell hung angled at the top of the door rung. Glancing at your watch, you noted it was three o’clock on the dot, and you hoped this was Freddie strolling through the door. And judging by a black pirate-esque hat adorned with a curled white feather atop his jet black hair, you assumed it was. Three other men walked behind him, much less flamboyant, but more apprehensive to balance out the act. The man you assumed was Freddie walked gracefully to the clothing rack that was squeaking with every pound of pressure on the wooden floors beneath it.

“She’s a beauty!” Freddie’s black nail varnish contrasted heavily with the almost angelic shirt as he thumbed the fabric gently. “We just need to talk about the price.” Freddie’s face fell a bit, sighing, sounding dramatically dejected. You rolled your eyes internally, painting on a fake smile as the blond of the posse leant forward, resting his elbows on the counter. His shirt was fully unbuttoned and his eyes were large and doe-like, a deep blue that glinted beautifully, bouncing off of the warm light which shone from above him.

“She is,” The blond added, looking at you confidently. “But the shirt’s alright too,” He gave you a wink and introduced himself fondly as Roger, making sure his voice was as buttery and sultry as humanly possible. You could tell he’d had practice with these sort of things.

The other two unintroduced men rolled their eyes in disgust as they looked at each other. They stood next to Roger, leaning on the counter in a more timid way, their eyes obscured by long locks, pointed downwards, waiting for this all-too-common archetype of an exchange to be over.

“Don’t be pervy, Rog.” The shorter of the two wiped some dust from the countertop and flitted his eyes to his friend momentarily, who nodded, his unruly curls bobbing about as he did.

“Gross?” Roger bit his bottom lip and crossed his arms, standing up to face the other two men. “I’m complimenting her, John.”

The shorter man--John--wearing a deep grey hoodie and dark jeans, shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled at you shyly, a blush creeping up his smooth, almost porcelain cheeks. His hair was a deep, ashy, brown and was slightly waved, barely damp from the misty rain outside. He wore a white baseball-style cap and a new, toothy grin. “She just wants to do her job, Rog. Can’t imagine she wants a random bloke to chat her up.”

“Yeah,” The curly-haired man--the tallest of the quartet--straightened his posture, yawning into the crinkled sleeve of his denim button-up. “Let’s just fit me in this bloody thing and get on with it.” He smiled sheepishly at you, his canines protruding slightly.

You spoke up for the first time since they entered, looking towards John, who had his eyes focused intently on the wall behind you, the mid-afternoon sun reflecting upon the exposed brick behind piles of returned garments, wrinkled on a small fold-up table. “I’d never want to do this job, John.” You looked at him, your eyes hooded as you averted your focus to the young man instead of the calculations your boss insisted on you finishing so rudely.

A blush pooled his cheeks, like a drop of deep red blood sinking into cold water and feathering out. It seeped over the bridge of his nose as his eyebrows lifted in sync with a light chuckle. You noticed a gap between his teeth as well, and mirrored a similar, toothy smile at him.

“The shirt’s for you?” You nodded towards the tallest one, taking in his sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose that accentuated his soft, lazy smile.

“Unfortunately, yes.” He rolled his eyes playfully, and they landed on Freddie, who was fiddling with a stack of documents by the cash-register, not caring about their importance or confidentiality--not that they had either of those characteristics.

“Hey!” Freddie snapped his head up, turning his attention to the conversation now that he was interested. “We need to put you in something daring, Brian. You’re the guitarist; you can’t just saunter around in blue jeans all of the damn time.” Freddie slid his sunglasses down his nose, and his huge personality made it conspicuous as to why he was still wearing them indoors.

“Isn’t this store bloody expensive, though?” John adjusted the hood on his sweatshirt and tilted his head upwards, looking at the complex light fixtures, the exposed wiring that attempted to make the store look rustic and incomplete, but really somehow made it seem even more high-end than it was.

“That’s why I’m going to negotiate, Deaky.” Freddie retorted, calmly. Roger changed his position so he was facing away from you and the conversation as a whole, resting his elbows on the counter as he looked upwards, following some dust, airborne, floating throughout glints of sunlight that came and went; it was just on the cusp of raining.

“This isn’t a yard sale.” You said. “This is a normal store, you know that right?” You lifted the tag of the shirt that Freddie was admiring dreamily. It cost almost one-hundred pounds, threaded with real silk and embroidered by hand, supposedly.

“You see, I know that. But we need this incredibly bad.” Freddie’s eyes widened and he clasped a hand on your shoulder; his touch was more firm than you expected it to be.

“Why do you need this shirt? A casual night out?” You laughed, shaking your head slightly. John’s stomach fluttered when he saw a few strands of your hair fall from behind your ear, obscuring your face, just enough to make him miss seeing the slope of your nose, the fluttering of your eyelashes as you focused on your work they were interrupting uncaringly.

“We’re a band, sweetheart. And I don’t mean to be patronizing with that name. And I’m not being facetious either. We just really, truly need this shirt to make a statement.”

You looked up from the paper you were writing on, cocking your eyebrows, doubtingly. But the other three members were agreeing, pleading with you with their eyes. And you couldn’t say no to them; they were all so endearing and attractive in their own way that you groaned and led them to the dressing room, pulling three hangers with the same, free-flowing shirt on them, all in varying sizes.

“Okay, fine.” You glanced around at your other coworkers, but they weren’t there; you assumed they were on break, even though lunch had passed hours ago. “I can’t haggle the price with you, or I’ll get fired.”

The band--really just Freddie and Roger--began to dispute with you; Roger batting his eyelashes and sticking his chest out just a little bit further in an attempt to get what he wanted--which you weren’t sure what that was, exactly.

“Let me finish.” You shushed them, shoving the smallest size of the shirt in Brian’s hands, which were large and agile, embellished with flat-topped silver rings. “I’ll let you borrow it for a week, okay?”

“Darling, our musical career will last beyond this week.” Freddie ushered Brian into the dressing room behind them, pulling the curtain shut so he and Brian were in the closet-sized room alone.

“You’re forgetting that this is my job, and that I have a boss to please.” You said towards the paisley-patterned curtain, seeing the hem of the shirt shine underneath the spotlight in the cramped dressing room. “If you get the money, then pay me later; he won’t count the revenue until next week. If you don’t, then you give it back. Either way, you’re getting the shirt today so I wouldn’t complain.”

Deaky crossed his arms and watched you intently, how your hair shone underneath the harsh, almost blue-white lights that would have made anybody else look awful. But he thought they made you glow, bouncing off of the high parts of your face; your lip which was tugged underneath your teeth, the tip of your nose which was doused in the tiniest amount of sweat--something which would have remained unnoticed to the fleeting eye.

You heard Brian sigh and mutter a small “Ow”, before his white-painted fingernails grasped at the curtain rod, throwing the shirt over it. You caught it and hung it back on a different clothing rack against the wall a few feet away, your shoes harshly clicking against the wooden panels of the floor.

“Surprisingly the smallest size is too small.” Freddie explained, reaching a hand out. You checked the tag of the next shirt on the rack and hooked the hanger on Freddie’s wrist. “Although Brian’s arms are massively long, so that makes a bit of a sense.” He said, seemingly to himself as he helped Brian button up the back of the shirt. “Now the sleeves are a tad too long, but it will do.” Freddie ripped open the curtain and pushed Brian out of the confined room, his hands gripping down on Brian’s shoulders, covered by the delicate white silk, almost creamy-- it was impossibly smooth. “What do we think? Your opinion is needed too--” He faltered, realizing he had never learned your name.

“Y/N,” You smiled at him widely, a little taken aback at how charming and charismatic he was; it felt like you had known him--and his friends--for a lifetime in the short twenty minutes you’d been in the stuffy store with them.

“Pretty name,” Roger noted, stepping closer to you. His smile was glowing, tempting. He had a natural allure about him, and you could tell he knew this too by his stature, the way he seemed to stand taller than Brian, who was more than a few inches taller than him. His shoulders were straight, his body emanating conviction like the glow upon his skin, and as natural as the beauty of his features.

“Thanks.” You straightened the rejected shirt on the hanger, even though it was perfectly leveled across, the silk shoulders taut against velvety fabric covering it. You felt awkward as Roger’s eyes flitted across your body unabashedly, watching your legs as the stale air being pumped through the dusty vents blew your skirt over your thighs enough to make Roger’s breath become choked in his throat; he coughed a bit before continuing his flirty banter with you.

“How would you like to see us tonight?” Roger cocked an eyebrow, acting as if his offer were one sent directly down upon earth from God himself; a bonafide gift from heaven. Your lip twitched upwards as you watched Freddie unbutton Brian’s temporary shirt, which would apparently be bringing them great fame and fortune.

“I’m already seeing you guys right now.” You found your eyes lingering on the curve of John’s jaw, the way his lips were in a perpetual pout, wet from licking them over and over again. The veins in his hands were pulsing, fresh blood rushing downwards, a gift from gravity to you; you had to admit his hands were beautiful. He mindlessly browsed through the racks, thumbing the tags. You watched his eyebrows lift in surprise, his aforementioned hands smoothing the fabrics like he had seen you doing before.

Roger positioned himself to block your view of John, rolling his shoulders back and tilting his chin up to elongate his lithe body that your eyes were seemingly disregarding as you eyed John from  across the building. “The concert. You’ll regret it if you don’t come.” Roger had a habit of adding a snide hook--sharp and menacing--to cap off his statements, almost as a defense mechanism of his.

“What if I’m busy?” You bent down to pick up some trousers piled mindlessly across the floor, paving a path of grey linens and velvets to the corner dressing room. You shook your head, scolding your coworkers wordlessly, your under-the-breath cursing cushioned by the mellow jazz that was wafting through the air so Roger couldn’t hear you; he thought your mumbles were directed at him.

“Speak up, sweetie.” He strolled closer to you, handing you a pair of grey speckled trousers which you noticed were ripped cleanly on the inseam. Roger followed you like a duckling following the first thing it laid its beady little eyes on, pushing through oscillating racks of clothes where you led him. You pulled the tag off of the ruined pants and threw them in the trash--a company policy you would never understand. John padded quietly up to the register, hugging a pair of silk trousers to his chest, his fingers pulling ashy dust particles that were adhered harshly to the creamy fabric; his eyebrows were knitted in concentration.

“You want to try those on, John?” You nodded your head towards the vacant dressing rooms, folding a denim shirt over your arm, smoothing over the breast pockets that curled up, covering the opal buttons.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m sure they’ll fit just fine.” He handed them to you and you checked him out--admittedly in more ways than one. He was coquettish; his eyes flickered over your collarbones, watching how they lifted and dipped as you punched the eroded keys of the register to ring him up. His eyebrows were cocked up, and he rested his hands upon the counter, his fingers tapping against the raw wood, strong and rhythmic.

The price was a bit more than the shirt they attempted to haggle with you, which Brian now had tucked under his arm, buried in a thin plastic bag. “You have the money for these trousers but not the shirt?” You took the wad of cash from John’s fingers, feeling the deep callouses grooved into his fingertips momentarily.

“I get what I want.” He smiled at you toothily, and you admired the gap between his teeth which was quite endearing to you.

“So do you have everything you want then?” You challenged him, folding the pants neatly so the hems were aligned perfectly; you just wanted to elongate the time John would be there as long as possible. He was drawing you in with his coy lip bites and minuscule smiles. You somehow felt tethered to him by an invisible thread that once was as fragile as the silk of a spider’s web, but was becoming more resistant with every glance you shared.

“Not everything,” He gripped the edge of the counter and you watched his veins ripple and quiver under the soft skin of his hands. “There’s always room for more.” He tapped his thumbs against the waxy marble of the counter.

You grabbed a thick black marker from a wooden cup by the register, pulling the cap off with your teeth. You winced as you tasted the sour chemicals that leaked through onto the plastic tucked between your pearly whites. The tag was laid on top of the pants, by the zipper, and you wrote your phone number clearly on the cardboard square, tied tightly to the pants by a hemp string. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.” You handed him the bag, your fingertips lingering together, magnetized.

__

Your shift ended promptly at 5:37 in the afternoon, after you decided that listening to jazzy elevator music alone in the store wasn’t how you were going to spend your Friday night. You were supposed to close the shop at 6:30, but you turned the rusting key in the front door an hour early, jiggling the cold doorknob to double-check the faulty locks. You were exhausted and had been in a dizzy haze, teetering on the brink of sleep for the entire day, so you found yourself in a coffee shop a block or two away from the shop. Warm lights dangled from the wooden-paneled ceilings and the afternoon bustle of London jolted you awake as your shoulders bumped with a plethora of strangers as they gestured wildly with wind-chapped hands, yelling their orders over the threshold of intertwined bantering and music which was much too harsh for a cafe.

You pushed your way through the clusters of friends and meetings and students, breathing a sigh of relief as you felt the cool air nip at your cheeks. It was teetering towards spring and you shrugged your thin jacket off, feeling the juxtaposition of the brisk air blowing through your hair and the hot coffee on your tongue, sweetened and splashed with a touch of cream.

Looking across the street of the shop, now desolate-looking, you noticed the grandeur of the massive building was being obscured, overpowered by the clanking of drums and thick, familiar voices weaving together into incoherent arguing. The four men from earlier were hauling instruments into the pub diagonal from the store, one you could have sworn had been out of business for years.

Roger was puffing at a cigarette, cupping a hand over the end so he could relight it after the wind howled hard enough to extinguish the tiny, smoldering flame. He directed Deaky and the rest of the band with the burning stick tucked between two cold fingers. “Be careful with the drums! Jesus, Deaky.” His voice was muffled as he held the cigarette between his lips, curled inwards. He grabbed the cymbals from John and kneed him in the ass, towards the door.

Deaky flipped Roger off, turning his head enough so he could see you watching them from across the street, leaning against a flickering light post with a coffee cup clasped in your hands. He quickly unfurled his fist, sending you a wave. Roger whipped his head around, almost dropping his beloved cymbals as he fumbled to wave as well.

“Hey, Y/N!” Roger gestured for you to come over, but you were mesmerized by John’s arms, his muscles were rippling as he held on tightly to Roger’s deconstructed drum kit, his own bass guitar slung over his shoulder. His sweatshirt was tied tightly around his waist, the t-shirt he was wearing even tighter around his torso. His hair was frizzier than earlier, curled at the ends from the humidity.

You didn’t cross the street until Deaky crooked a finger at you, straightening his back which was hunched from all the weight he was carrying.

“Work’s over?” John grinned as you took a sip of your coffee, your hands hugging the cup to warm them.

“Isn’t supposed to be.” You pushed a strand of hair that blew in front of Deaky’s eyes; you could tell it was bothering him. “I just decided to close up early.” You opened the door to the pub; it looked heavy, but it was made of a thin, porous wood, so it opened with ease. Deaky muttered thanks to you, taking a deep breath as he set the drum kit down by the entrance.

“Fuck, that’s heavy.” He rolled his shoulders back and pulled a chair at the bar out for you. Brian and Freddie were already inside, arguing with the owner about the lights; Brian was insisting they be brighter and Freddie pursed his lips, nodding enthusiastically at the middle-aged owner, who sighed and obliged, probably due to Brian’s quite persuasive puppy-dog eyes.

“I thought this bar closed?” You scooted your chair in as John sat across from you, crossing his legs politely.

“I think it was for a little.” He reached over the bar and poured himself some vodka, pointing to a second glass, a silent question for you. “Want one?”

You couldn’t imagine liking the mixture of stale coffee and pure vodka in your mouth, but there was something about Deaky’s glowing smile, the way his eyebrows lifted and dropped with every inflection of his voice. “Sure. Why not.”

He poured you a drink, sliding it across the small expanse of the bar between the two of you as Roger watched you jealously, pushing the drums up to the stage. “The owner was sick for awhile. He had cancer, I think. But he’s in remission now, and tonight’s the grand re-opening, as he calls it. He called us to do a show; we always played here before he got sick.” John took a sip, sighing as the sour alcohol soaked through his tongue.

You leaned forward, tilting your head back to finish the last of the glass, your eyes falling to watch John’s fingers tap against his own glass. “I’m glad he’s better. How long as the band been together?”

He pondered, setting his empty tumbler down. “Just a couple of years, really. I was the last to join. They went through quite a few bassists before I came along.”

You lit up. “So I guess that means you’re the best?”

He blushed; you could even tell underneath the dim red lights of the bar that cast a bloody glow over the expanse of the building. But you felt calm sitting across from John, listening to his breaths and short giggles as you flirted back and forth, and back and forth again.

“And the most charming I guess.” He ran a ringed finger through his hair and beamed. You could tell he wasn’t used to compliments by the way his voice became contrived and choked whenever you said something nice about him.

“Oh, I can definitely see that.” Your chair had inched closer to his and you swirled the thin black straw in your glass.

“I have my moments,” He said. “But I’m no Roger.”

“I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing.” You twirled the ring on his middle finger, lifting your head to watch his glance; it lingered on your lips, over your cupid’s bow.

“What about me?” Roger shoved himself in between you two, wrapping his arms tightly around Deaky’s shoulders, Roger opting to rest his chin upon one of them. “I heard my name.” He took a swig of Deaky’s drink, pouting when he realized it was only melted ice muddled with only a few droplets of vodka.

“Don’t worry about it, Rog. Don’t you have a drum kit to set up?” Deaky pried his glass from Roger’s grip, which was strengthened from years of playing those drums of his, which, as John noted, were completely deconstructed, strewn about the small stage at the front of the bar.

“This is your band too, Deacon. Maybe stop being a dick and led a hand?” He pointed a thumb to the stage, where Brian and Freddie were setting up stacked amps, plugging them in and adjusting the position of the wires so they wouldn’t trip--it had happened before to Brian, so he was utterly insistent on hiding them as much as possible.

“How am I being a dick?” Deaky’s fingertips brushed over your own and you flinched instincitvely, the lightning current of electricity pulsing down your spine unexpected yet so exhilarating.

“By not helping,” Roger ate some peanuts from a small china dish on the bar, brushing his hands together to rid them of the coat of salt they were veiled in. “By flirting with a girl you know I like.” He said it uncaringly, winking at you as his fingers trailed across your shoulder. “Speaking of,” He added, a spark of confidence igniting through his body visibly. “What do you say about coming to our concert?” His eye contact was unfaltering; his eyelashes fanned against his brow bone, his plump, perpetually kissed lips were parted as he leant into you more, standing in between you and John.

“What if I don’t want to come if you’re asking me?” You crossed your arms and moved away from his touch. Of course you thought he was attractive; his giant blue eyes framed by deep black, impossibly long eyelashes made it hard to look away. His hair was effortlessly wavy, a deep, rich, golden blond that looked so soft it was hard to resist running your fingers through his locks. But there was something about him that was turning you off; like the way he didn’t have a doubtful bone in his lean body--not even remotely. The way he was just a little patronizing at all times and completely entitled. It was obvious he had never really been rejected in his life--by girls, by anything, by anyone. But John’s mannerisms--the way he flicked his grey flecked eyes to focus on the napkin tucked between his dexterous fingers--had you smitten. The way his flirting was sweet and pure, while Roger’s was laden with innuendos and suggestive looks and unsubtle euphemisms that made your eyes roll almost involuntarily.

John sucked on his bottom lip, pushing his chair forward. His legs were touching yours just narrowly, but it felt lustful, forbidden almost. And you wanted more. You both did. John was going crazy at the way you aimed your attention--gilded and ever so valuable--at him. You leant forward into his every word, watching them tumble from between his lips as he did the same to you, your breaths meeting and mingling and exchanging with each other until they fleeted away. But you kept talking--about anything and everything--just to keep the conversation dynamic. “Would you like to come if I asked you?” He tilted his chair back to see you shrug your coat off, and then Roger taking it promptly, hanging it on the back of your chair.

“I’d love to come for you.” You wrapped your hand around the glass that was sitting in front of Deaky, still being loosely held by him. Then you lifted it to your lips and sucked the melting ice cubes into your mouth, letting them roll over your tongue as both men watched keenly, enraptured by a swirl of your tongue, a smack of your lips.

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You sat on the bathroom floor, half on a shaggy rug and half on the tiled floor which was obscenely cold from the small window, half-cracked above the toilet. Why there would ever be a window in the bathroom you had no clue, but you were sweaty from the nerves pooling in your stomach, heating like white coals.  You wanted to look good for the concert, so you swirled a brush in smokey shades of browns and blacks and painted your eyelids, coating your lashes with a veil of mascara that would surely run down your cheeks when it inevitably got hot at the bar. Thinking of the temperature inching up, the hundreds of bodies packed shoulder to shoulder like a massive unit, swaying side to side--made you slip on a thin tank and a short skirt. You found a fur coat of yours, the lapels lined with faux hair. It was too warm in your flat; your roommate was sick and insisted on blasting hot air through the old, dust-sheathed vents in your even older apartment to equilibrate her body temperature.

You bent down carefully to tie your sneakers, opting to wear comfortable shoes--your outfit was risky enough and you didn’t need calloused, blistered feet to surmount your peaking anxiety. You didn’t know what it was about John that made you weak in the knees and insurmountably nervous, your stomach feeling raw, as if your preoccupations had scratched away at its lining. You felt a sheen of sweat slide down your forehead  and you blotted it with a crumpled tissue shoved in the breast pocket of your coat as you locked your flat and took a deep breath, tilting your chin up as the chilly wind seemed to filter through every pore in your goose bumped skin. You pulled your jacket over your body and walked towards the shop, thanking God himself that wasn’t your destination.

You were walking against the wind, almost marching through, as one of your hands kept your skirt pulled over your thighs, tingly from the air piercing at the sensitive skin. Your hair was surely fucked, more akin to a bird’s nest than the carefully styled tresses you had spent almost an hour on. You knew you were approaching the pub not by your location, but by the liveliness of the area that was contagious, jolting you to stand up a little straighter, to smile a little wider. There was a line wrapped tightly around the corner of the brick building; teenagers and adults alike leant against the establishment, puffing on hand rolled cigarettes and bonding over mutual excitement for the hours to come. A cloud of deep grey, ashy smoke seemed to pervade the stagnant, cold air, so you were surprised you could make out John and Roger motioning for you to come with them through the blight.

“Y/N, come inside.” Roger held his hand out for you to take. John’s sat in his skin tight pockets, his pinkies fiddling with his belt loops. You linked your arm with his instead, leaning on him for a needed post of support against the wind. Roger looked offended as you gripped onto Deaky’s bicep which was a lot more toned than you ever would have thought. He wore a button up, black and barely buttoned, paired with the silk trousers he had bought from you earlier. He was right--they fit him perfectly, accentuating his thighs, tight around the toned muscles of them that rippled with every step he took.

“You look breathtaking, Y/N.” John’s lips quirked into a smile that was almost cocky--but it looked good on him. His hand touched the small of your back, leading you into the pub, Roger following shortly behind, feeling cold, rejected.

“I could say the same for you, Deaky. Looking handsome as ever.” Your arm wrapped around his shoulder, your thumb flicking the corner of his shirt collar as he led you backstage. His arm was now snug against your waist and your coat felt suffocating, like the zipper was digging into your skin, the lapels choking you. But it was just his touch that lingered, right where it should be.

“So now I’m Deaky?” He asked, sitting down on a small couch. Brian was already there, a sixpence held tightly between his lips as he played with the delay of his cherry red guitar. You sat between them, curling your body into John’s, your legs almost intertwined with each other’s like a mass of vines tethered together by nature. “My friends call me that. Do you consider me a friend of yours now?”

“What else would you be?” You squeezed his shoulder, twirling a soft lock of his hair in your fingers. John trailed his hand over your knee and squeezed, his rings catching against your stockings, tearing the thinly weaved fabric-- but you couldn’t care less as you held your hand over his, pushing his fingers higher so they traced along your inner thighs.

“I’m not sure.” His eyes were blown with lust and you could see droplets of sweat cascading down his neck, over the thin chain of the necklace wrapped around it. The tendons by his collarbones spasmed as he turned to look at you.

“Are you all tuned up?” Roger asked, clasping his hands down on Deaky’s shoulder from behind the tattered plaid couch.

“Why wouldn’t I be? We go on in less than thirty.” John was obviously annoyed with Roger and he had a right to be. Deaky always helped Roger with girls, following him around putrid bars to be his wingman, fishing his wallet out to pay for cocktails that his tongue would never dip into. But now that he had a girl hanging onto him, onto his every word, Roger couldn’t take it.

You were opting to ignore him, hoping he would get the hint eventually. You ran your fingers up John’s silk clad thigh, feeling Roger’s eyes follow the trail your digits did. “I’m going to the ladies room.” You said it only loud enough for Deaky to hear, and he nodded as you stood up. You pulled your coat off, suddenly finding the heat concocting with stale cigarette smoke and whisky unbearable. “Where should I put this, Deaky?”

You felt all of their eyes concentrated on your body, your legs teasingly enveloped in semi-torn stockings, the tear that Deaky’s rings had ripped acting as a focal point, leading their eyes to your skirt, then your impossibly thin tank that was falling off the slope of your shoulders. Your hair was windswept and messy in a way that was oozing sex. John shifted in his seat and the four of them wore a deep blush on their cheeks as your coat slipped off of the edge of your fingertips.

“I’ll show you the coat rack.” He stood up so quickly he felt dizzy; but he didn’t know if he should attribute his lack of balance with that, or how gorgeous he thought you looked in front of him, your eyes wide and awaiting. He led you to a small bathroom, the doorknob completely missing; there was just a hole, the edges covered in splintered wood.

“This is the coat rack?” You slung the coat over Deaky’s shoulder, running your nails over the nape of his neck, your back now flush against the bathroom door. John’s knee found its way between your legs, the silk of his lower thigh finding your soaked center. He leaned in, resting his hands against the door on either side of your head. You were in a daze, watching him suck on his lower lip as you moved your arms to pull his face into your own. The tips of your noses were grazing together and you felt his shaky, choked breath blow over your lips. You flitted your eyes up, meeting Deaky’s ardent gaze, his eyes just pupils barely laden with the oceanic grey of his irises. You sighed, parting your lips to close the gap that seemed to become more immense the smaller it got.

“Deaky! showtime!” Roger clapped his hands and twirled a beaten drumstick between his fingers. John’s fingers left your waist, his knee from your core. Your bottom lip tickled as his own caressed it just enough for you to want more-- so much more.

“This isn’t over.” He whispered against your neck, his teeth coming up as he lifted his head, grazing against your earlobe.

You shook your head, pulling his collar so his lips were back to being against yours, the very edges of your bottom lips stimulating your senses, heightening them impossibly so. “You’re right.” You didn’t care that Roger was still watching, intently and angrily waiting for John to get on with it. He was ineffably jealous that you wanted John, that you were so blatant with your attraction to him. That Deaky’s hands rested on your waist, that his touches made a blush creep up your chest, a veil of sweat cover the expanse of your collarbones.

John’s touch lingered on your fingertips as he walked on stage, slinging his bass over his body, his hand splayed across the body as he looked at you one last time. You were only able to leave from your spot against the bathroom door when a bartender told you he needed to go, his features and stature laden with desperation.

You walked through a narrow corridor, the sides lined with stacked wooden chairs. You could feel the bass in your feet, every riff of the warm tones complimenting the red and orange and yellow lights bouncing off the walls as you made your way to the main pit. You pushed your way to the front of the crowd, becoming engulfed in a sea of people, all swaying in unison in tune with the inflections in Freddie’s voice. They were all commanding, but Deaky was the raft keeping everything afloat, keeping the fluidity constant with every flick of the strings, every bob of his head. His profile was illuminated as the warm lights bounced off the high points of his nose, his protruding lips. His rings that shone a smoldering glow as his eyes watched his movements, lips parting enough for you to see his tongue darting out. His hand that wasn’t fingering the strings was stroking up and down the fretboard, teasing you as his digits--long and dexterous--rubbed over the ridged frets. He looked up momentarily, raising his eyebrows, shaking his head with just enough force so his shorter strands of hair would fall away from his eyes, blown wide with adrenaline, lust.

This pattern continued for the next hour; watching each other with dreamy eyes, lust-filled, a deadly concoction that had John covering the front of his trousers with his bass guitar. But his eyes couldn’t seem to leave yours no matter how hard he tried to focus on the music or Freddie, who would be pissed that Deaky had yet again “dozed off while playing!” like he always complained about. And as Freddie parted ways with the crowd through snarky goodbyes and kisses blown to the mass of sweaty bodies, Deaky couldn’t get off stage fast enough. You passed through the same corridor as earlier, that was blocked off by a velvet rope but you didn’t care; you climbed over it and found Deaky leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, exposed and soaked with hot sweat. His hair was a bit frizzy from the humidity and you were feeling feverish yourself, your ears burning with a shivering sense of anticipation that was so burning hot it almost made you cold. You traced your finger down the delicate chain hung around his neck, the metal conducting his body heat so it felt scorching against your fingertips. He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in enough so you could feel his cock straining through the thin layer of silk between your neediest areas. He poked his tongue out, swiping it over your bottom lip as his hands trailed to your ass, squeezing it as your hand felt his dick, tracing your nails over his shaft through the fabric. He closed the gap between your mouths, deprived of each other’s kisses. His tongue slipped into your mouth harshly, rubbing against your own as his lips left swollen, bruised kisses onto your mouth, your lipstick transferring onto his, his cheeks, his chin. You pulled at his hair, making him kiss you deeper, moaning into your mouth as you did in his. You fumbled with the button of his trousers as he kissed your jaw, licking over the marks he left in his insatiable path. You had your fingers pulling at the waistband of his underwear when Roger walked behind you both, clearing his throat.

“Come on, we gotta go.” He held his coat over his shoulder and a cigarette between his lips, the lid of a lighter being flipped up and down by his thumb.

“Why?” John zipped his pants back up, leaning his head back against the wall as you wiped your mouth with your arm. “Since when do we have a bloody bedtime?” He mirrored you, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he shifted in his pants.

“We already packed the van up. Brian feels sick and Freddie and I just drank so put two and two together.” He lit the cigarette and puffed, averting his eyes from you and John, almost protestingly.

“Jesus. I thought Brian felt better last week.” Deaky apologized to you with his eyes, touching your wrist firmly as Roger handed him the keys.

“I think he just ate something, I’m not sure how his body works John.” He opened the back door where the van was parked, the back open. Freddie and Brian were laid across a thin blanket, half asleep even though it was freezing and beginning to storm, the clouds yellow and purple and leaking acidic rain.

“Gimme a bloody smoke Rog.” He reached a hand out and Roger sighed handing him his last cigarette, the heavy door swinging shut behind them, leaving you alone in the pub, against the wall and unsatisfied for the second time that night.

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John didn’t call the rest of the week and you were convinced it just wasn’t meant to happen between you two, no matter how much you were aching for it after he left you waiting on two separate occasions, your hair awry, your skirt wrinkled and lips bruised. You had been distracted by him pervading your thoughts for the entirety of the six days since you had known him; your boss had had to snap you out of it on multiple occasions.

You were folding a pair of white silk trousers, similar to the ones Deaky was wearing the Friday before, when your boss snapped his fingers at you, pointing the pen he was holding at the door. “Sell him something.” He commanded you, pushing his ugly glasses up his nose as he continued his paperwork, sprawled about the counter.

You turned around, the trousers still tucked underneath your chin. “Can I help you?” You pulled the leg of the pants so it wasn’t so wrinkled at the edges, looking up to meet his eyes, grey and greens speckled with hues of warm brown.

“If I’m not mistaken, we have business left unfinished.” He quirked an eyebrow, reaching into the pocket of his jeans, a faded light blue. He pulled out a wad of cash. “For the shirt.” He closed your fingers around the money. “But that’s not it, now is it?” He bit the inside of his cheek as you smoothed the pants that you had set on the table in front of you.

“No, it’s not.” You looked at your watch, stifling a smile that was creeping up your cheeks as you realized your lunch break was supposed to begin a few minutes ago. You left without saying a word; you just grabbed your coat from a small shelf and held it over your arm as John’s own arm found its way around your waist, squeezing your hip. He took your coat from you, holding it by the collar as he opened the door for you.

“I’m parked in that alley.” He stroked his fingers over your hip bone and turned the corner with you, the wind much less piercing than it was a week ago--possibly because it had just grown warmer, whether that was in general or just you, you had no idea. The alley was dim; two brick buildings sheathed in tangled vines sat parallel to each other, sheltering Deaky’s small sedan that was parked to the side. He unlocked the back door, allowing you to get in as he started the engine and cranked the heat up, the radio distilling rock songs through tinny speakers. John then opened the other door, climbing into the back from the other side. His face was obscured by shadows that danced long his profile, his lips parted as he leant forward, resting on his palms.

“Sorry for leaving you hanging last week.” He touched his thumb to your bottom lip, tracing along the soft skin, the pad of his finger painted red from your lipstick. He sucked the thumb into his mouth, cleaning it off with his tongue. “I’ll make it up to you.” He clasped his hands together upon your lower back, lifting you onto his lap as his lips pecked yours once, before he was delving his tongue in between your lips, stroking along your own tongue with his as he bit and sucked at your lips, rocking you against his cock, his jeans rough against your clothed clit.

“Will you now?” You questioned, holding the back of his head to deepen the kiss, your noses flush against each other’s cheeks as you rocked against him, relishing in his soft gasps as your pussy rubbed against the ridges of his tip, the veins that were pulsing with fresh blood.

“Fuck, Y/N. Rub your clit against me, yeah.” He nodded, thumbing the bundle of nerves through your soaked underwear. Your arms were still thrown around his neck, the tips of your noses touching as you grabbed his wrist, pushing his fingers so they touched the waistband of your underwear.

“Take them off.” You breathed into his ear and he did so immediately, shoving them down your legs until they pooled at your ankles.

“Pretty little pussy.” He nibbled your earlobe and rubbed your clit in lazy circles with his thumb as his middle two fingers pumped in and out of your hole. You whimpered as he curled his fingers, the callouses on the pads of them rough along your velvety walls, making you clench around his digits.

“Fuck, Johnny.” You scratched your nails down his wrist, feeling his pulse quiver as his muscles did the same, his cock rocking against your thigh. It was impossibly hot in the car; he had put the heat on the highest setting, and you felt your hair sticking to your forehead, your perspiration meddling with his as you touched foreheads, arms, legs, mouths.

“Call me that again, fuck.” He whimpered as he began to rub your clit in harder, more certain circles, drawing you closer to the edge you had seemed to be teetering on and off of for the past week. “Tell me how good it feels for me to be touching you like this.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your throat and you gasped, rocking against his fingers more and more. “Dirty girl, riding my fingers in the car.”

You were unable to mutter anything but a choked moan intermingled with the occasional whimper; it felt too good, his fingers rubbing against a particularly sensitive spot deep inside of you. You captured his mouth with yours, suckling on his bottom lip enough to make his head tilt back, but he pulled away, stopping his fingers. His knuckles were sharp and bony against your entrance as he kept you on the cusp of your orgasm.

“What did I say, sweetie?” He grabbed your chin, tilting it down so you were looking straight at him. The windows were being beaten by a cold rain, rushing down the street, puddling into the sewers as your chests heaved against each other’s, exchanging breaths.

“Fuck it feels good Johnny. You’re so deep inside of me.” You lifted your hips just to sink back down on his digits, his thumb still circling around your pulsing clit. “I’m gonna cum don’t stop,” You gasped, egging him on as he curled his fingers one last time, using his free hand to pull your shirt off, swirling his tongue along one nipple before licking a trail to the other, watching you as you came around his fingers, arching into his touches, his licks and sucks. Your legs shook as your eyes rolled back, hooded by heavy eyelids as you gripped harshly onto John’s hair, running your nails along his scalp.

You had barely recovered from your orgasm before you had unbuttoned Deaky’s faded jeans, peeling them off his legs until the only thing that separated your over-sensitive sex from his cock was a pair of thin briefs, hugging his thighs tightly, his member even tighter. “You’re so hard for me,” You reciprocated the dirty talking, kissing the corner of his parted mouth as you stroked his cock, massaging the underside of the head with your thumb. “I can feel the precum pulsing out of you.” You pushed his underwear down so you could touch him fully. Dribbles of precum were spurting from his slit and falling down the veins that your fingers were tracing long, just lightly enough to make him thrust up into your touch.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you baby.” He threw his head back, his hair fanning against the headrest as he groaned into the fiery air around you. You were both sheathed in a blanket of red, blushing profusely.

“What have you been thinking about?” You whispered against his neck before sucking a dark mark by the junction of his jaw and neck.

“My fingers fucking you.” He listed. “My tongue fucking you.”

“Anything else?” You squeezed harder along his shaft, stroking slower, your fingertips lingering against his reddened tip.

“Fuck that feels so good.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought of my cock buried inside of you most of all.”

You jerked him off with more fervor, using both hands to fondle his balls, then to run up the shaft, circling around the sensitive head. You could tell he really liked when you massaged the tip; his breath hitched completely whenever your thumb pressed against the velvety skin. “More, fuck that feels so good. I’m gonna cum--a lot.” He warned you, whimpering as he heard a crowd of tourists sloshing through the rain, crossing the street directly in front of the car. But you stopped your rubbing, watching how he huffed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. But before he could protest, you sunk down on him until you were completely full.

“Jesus Christ, fuck.” He bit his lip as you moved up and down his shaft, hugging him so tightly he wouldn’t have been surprised if he passed out and died right there. You rolled your hips agonizingly slow, grinding against him as he was sheathed completely inside of you, watching as the flush that spread across his chest deepened to a deeper, almost purply red. You ran your hands up and down his chest, your palms brushing against the buttons of his shirt. You leaned forward and left open-mouthed, hungry kisses on his throat then down onto his collarbones, dragging your teeth along his sternum. He bucked his hips, groaning as you continued to circle your hips, your ridged walls squeezing his tip but doing nothing to extinguish the wildfire ignited in his stomach, smoldering throughout his limbs. Your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, the pleasure tingling up your spine as John wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you still. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth parted desperately as he began to fuck into you, thrusting hard and deep inside of you as you braced yourself against his chest.

“Johnny fuck, harder!” You gasped. He wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, flipping you around so he was hovering on top of you, thrusting deep, his hips angling upwards in a way that made your orgasm begin to fizzle and twitch throughout your entire body. You could feel his bare cock pulsing, hot inside of you as you pulled him in, kissing him frantically, your tongues heavy against each other as they explored each other’s mouth.

“Harder?” He challenged, panting on top of you. “Or should I pull out all the way,” He did just that, his lips moving against yours as he did. “And fuck right back into you?” He slammed back in, twitching inside of you when you let out a yell, clenching around him so hard he thought he would cum right then. “You’re so tight, I’m not gonna last.” He watched as he pulled out again, rubbing his cock against your folds, his tip throbbing when it rubbed against your aching clit.

“Keep doing that John, fuck!” You writhed underneath him and he pinned your hands above your head, sliding his dick along your pussy, watching you squirm, chasing your orgasm which was germinating in the very pit of your stomach and blooming outwards into a garden of pleasure dragging down your legs and arms, causing them to shake as you came. You chanted his name like a prayer, feeding into the cockiness you didn’t know he had in him.

“I’m so close, sweetheart” He was still lazily grinding against your bare pussy, watching the precum becoming increasingly more opaque as he got closer and closer to finishing. “God--” He stuttered. “Can I please--cum inside of you?” His eyes rolled back when he slid against your soaked entrance, begging you with his eyes to let him do what he wanted most.

“What do you say, Johnny?” You teased him, rocking against him harder, still breathing heavily from your second orgasm. “Beg for it.”

He moaned from deep in his throat, raw from the strained moans he had tried to keep shoved down his throat. “Please?” His tip nudged against your entrance. “Can I please cum inside you?”

You didn’t say another word; you just pulled his face in as he pushed inside of you, inching deeper and then deeper--even when you thought he couldn’t possibly go any further. He pulled your chest flush to his and you pushed his ass with your heels, a bid for him to cum. “I--” He croaked, fucking you more erratically. He didn’t say anything else before he spilled inside of you, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls; his heartbeat was pounding in his cock that was still buried inside of you as he caught his breath, his head tucked into the junction of your neck and shoulder. Eventually, he pulled out, his hands shaking as he saw more cum pulse out of him at the sight of it leaking down your trembling legs.

“Fuck,” He shuffled to grab a napkin from the center console, grinning at you as he found three tucked into the cupholders in the front seat. He quickly wiped you and him down. “This is Roger’s car, I forgot.”

“You forgot, did you?” You rolled your eyes, pulling your shirt back on before doing the same to your skirt that was rumpled on the carpeted floor, littered with receipts and guitar picks.

“What about your knickers?” He picked them off the floor, handing them to you as he pulled his own underwear over his legs.

“Keep them. Let Roger know I’m yours.”

John grinned at you toothily, his lips red and taut in smile that could only be characterized as his own. He shoved the panties in his jeans and kissed your cheek innocently. “If you’re mine, I’ll need your phone number.” He grabbed a clean napkin from the pile and a ballpoint pen from the floor, thrusting them both in your awaiting hands.

“I gave it to you at the store that day, you know?” You scribbled your number down, capping the pen as you finished. “It was on the tag of your pants.”

“How clever.” He admired the napkin when you gave it to him, complete with a blotted lipstick kiss at the bottom. “Roger must’ve taken it. Prick.”

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