#bohrhap smut

[deanscroissant]

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

[ttsuckzs]

[!INTRODUCTION!]

Hiya I'm Tia and heres some things about me!

•Age: 19

•Pronouns: Any :)

•Fav shows rn: Teen Titans Go, The Pacific, South Park, Big mouth, Adventure Time, DBZ, Steven universe

•Fav movies rn: BohRhap, Wooly boys, Undrafted, The Bench warmers, Napoleon Dynamite, Super bad, Juno, All the Marvel movies because their a bop 🌺🥀

•Fav games: Mario Kart, The legend of Zelda, Sonic

•Fav songs rn: Highschool sweethearts, Strawberry shortcake, Copy cat, Keep yourself alive, Hit em up, DARE, Christmas Kids

•Fav singers/Bands rn: Gorillaz, the Beatles, Queen, TV girl, Melanie Martinez, 2pac, Eminem, The lonely island

•Request are opened!

•i write Smut, Fluff, Angst

•i will not write Child X adult, Family member X family member

That is all so far nice to meet y'all 👍

[mightyfineblog]

‘Keep Giving Me Sugar’ Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Ben Hardy x Reader spend a last night together, before he has to leave for work. Deciding to take advantage of it, they indulge to savour each other as much as possible.

Words: 2.8K+

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, strong language, control, daddy & sir kink, video recording.

So, here is it. Enjoy:

 “What a lovely night.” you whisper at yourself, while standing in front of the bedroom window. “Still, no curtains, what kind of gits, must live here.” you crack at your own joke while stretching arms to each side of the window. A full size, studio type of view, overlooking Hyde Park. You look at the sky, so clear and calm. Stars shining bright, a full moon grazing back at you. It all looks so dreamy. You don’t hear footsteps behind you, when two hands caress on each of your sides. You jump out of your daydream and turn a smile to your boyfriend. 

“What is my baby doll doing? Standing, all pretty, at the bedroom window?” Ben’s soft voice pierces in your ear, as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Hmm” you smile casually. “Look out. The moon is so big, you could actually see the stars, the sky is so dark. Doesn’t often happen in London.”

“You are so right.” He confirms. “Wouldn’t even’ve noticed it.”

“Because, you don’t look carefully enough.” you lazily scold him, as your hand reaches backwards to stroke his neck. His hands very slowly glide down to your hips. His mouth plants the softest of kisses on your neck. You cock your head to the side, giving him more access.

“It’s because, all I can see is you. No stars are shining brighter than you. No moon could outshade my only sun, which happens to be you again.” He confesses against you neck.

You turn your body to him, and examine his cute face. Cupping his cheeks you pull him for a sweet kiss. Pulling away you trace the back of your fingers across his temple.

“I just love you so much, you’” you bite a lip. He curls up a smile and kisses you again.

“I love you so much, that my actor ass can’t even keep it together around you. You are the sugar in my bloodstream” he tilts his head to the sight.

“Hmm” you drown in his bright eyes. He pulls you in his brace. Inhaling his neck, you close eyes, trying to keep this moment for longer. Both of you just stay, hugging in front of the window for a while. The only light, coming from outside, a blue-ish moonlight mixed with flickering city lights.

“I already miss you so much, and I’m holding you in my arms right now” he looks at you. You only swallow and don’t say a thing.

“It’ll be weeks, without you” he painfully frowns.

Your tongue licks your dried lips as you run a hand from his neck to his chest “Whatever I say, won’t ever be as close to how I feel.”

Ben pulls away from you, eyes flickering, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I got an idea.”

He moves you to the side and points the bed. “Help me. Gotta move it up to the window.”

As you both push the bed under the window and lay down tangled in each other. His knee between yours, up pushing against your crotch. Your head laid on his arm, nose nuzzling in his ear. His other arm stretched gently above you, stroking your back. Holding together as much as possible, you both look out the window, soft music playing in the background.

Soon, you’re both getting handsy. You play with his hair as you suck on his neck. His hand on your back, moves slowly to squeeze your bum, as his knee shifts ever so slightly upwards to press harder against you. At which, you let a soft moan every now and then. So lazily you are making out under the moonlight, no pressure, no rush, just you.

You then pull away and lift your head to the other end of the room. “Alexa. Beep. Play Beyonce “Crazy in Love” from 2014.”

He chuckles at your neck. You give him reasoning eyes “What? It’s a good song.” You plant a kiss on his lips “Plus, I’m feeling like it” you give him bedroom eyes. His hand on your bum strongly pulls you on top of him, so your legs are on each side of his, straddling his thigh.

Uh oh, uh on, uh oh, oh no no. You hum and lay on his chest for a moment, listening to his heartbeat. Grinding softly against him. Then you lift your head up and mouth with the song:

“You got me looking,

so crazy. My baby!...

I’m not myself, lately I’m foolish,

I don’t do this.”

As you shift up and place your elbows on each side of his head. Lowering your head to trace your wet tongue from his collarbone, slowly up his neck, to his jaw. You feel him shiver as he squeezes your bum a bit. You go to nibble at his ear, your hot breath is intoxicating him. He closes his eyes and rests his head back, biting his lip.

“Baby, you’re making a fool of me.” his deep low voice trembles from his throat, resonating at your lips. You suck harder, making him whimper, when you bury your fingers in his hair and pull harshly.

“Baby, you got me… you got me, oh you go me… you got me…” you moan seductively moving to his other side.

His hands travel up and down your back, tracing your spine, making your back arc a little. As you feel getting aroused, you involuntarily grind your core on his thigh. He gulps and holds you by your arms putting some distance between your bodies. You frown, puzzled, as he stands up and, making you sit on your knees next to him “Ben?” you lift your brows.

Leaning his head above yours, he gives you a quick peck “Stay right here, be back in a sec.”

Before you could protest, for ruining your perfect moment, he is gone. You lay on your stomach as close to the window as possible and gaze over the view, of the park underneath.

You turn to look at him as he approaches the bed, carrying a black paper bag. “Ann Summers?” you awe.

“Had this for your birthday. But, felt too eager, couldn’t wait.” he gives you a shit-eating grin. “Wanna come over and see?” his index finger welcoming you.

You craw on the bed to him, as he places the gift before you, like a bowl of milk in front of a kitten. Standing up, he looks down on you “Open it”. You eagerly start unpacking your present. “Looks like somebody had taken a walk down Kensington High Street? Huh?” you tease, looking like a kid in a candy store.

“Saw you looking at the display, a few weeks ago, when we were going to the Piano Bar next door.” he smirks at you.

Licking your lips, you pull up a set of a thong and a bra. A lacy semi sheer lace two-piece set in dark red colour. A peephole bra and crotchless knickers, lace frilled. Holding it up, you sharply inhale, looking up to meet his eyes. He is smirking so seductively; you could jump on him right away.

“Ben…” you grin suggestively “This looks thrilling, babe” you sultrily smile, “Can’t wait to put it on.” You excite.

“Now, why don’t you go and put on your new lingerie. I’ll be waiting for you here. Oh, and make sure you put on your sheer dressing gown.” His eyes eating you out.

“Alright, Mr. Hardy, on your command.” You cheekily turn around and disappear.

When you come back, he is lying like a Greek God on the side of the bed. You walk slowly up to him, swinging your hips in rhythm, as his eyes are undressing you head to toe. Sitting at the edge of the bed, his hands reach for your hips, as you stand still between his legs. His head looks up to you, and you confidently sly a smile. His nose buries in your abdomen, inhaling you. “Y/N.” he murmurs at your navel. “Will you let me take care of you tonight?” he puppy eyes you.

“I’m at you command, Sir.” You emphasise at the last word. “I’m ready for whatever your mercy desires.” You calmly state. He groans at the thought.

“Very good then.” He runs his palms slowly from your ankles, up to your knees, kissing each at a time. Then continuing up until reaching the apex of your thighs. He squeezes and massages. Rubbing his thumbs in circles, so close to your heat, painfully slow. You hold your breath, and he feels you tense. Looking up “Relax, baby. I’ll make you feel so good. Like never before.”.

Exhaling you are trying to calm down your nerves. Trembling in anticipation, you whine a little, he is taking his sweet time on you. He clicks his tongue and looks up at you again “Oh my, so eager, already. Be a good girl and keep calm.” He orders softy against the sensitive skin on your inner thigh.

You grunt in protest, and he pulls away, cocking his head to the side “Seems like, you’re not complying with daddy.” You bite your lip, to try not to speak.

He stands up and caresses your arms, his lips sucking mercifully at you neck, you head falls back. His fingers travel from your arms to your sides, and caress you belly playing around the hem of your new underwear. “Always wanted to fuck you with your thong on” his hot breath pulsates on your ear.

“Please do it.” you plead, panting.

“No, no, not even close to fucking you. Yet” his torture on your jaw continues.

Your hands fly to his neck, pulling him close for a hungry kiss, you part his lips and try to dominate his mouth, in your eagerness. But he pulls away. He lingers kisses from your chin, down to your neckline, in between your breasts. His hands are cupping each breast, squeezing it, making your nipples peak through the holes of your bra.

Laying casually back on the bed, resting his back on the headboard, his hands behind his neck, “Alexa. Beep. Play “Drunk in Love” by Beyonce.” You smile devilishly as the music starts playing. “Show your new gift. Give daddy a good show.”

You are stiffened for a moment; but come to your senses eventually. Starting with a slow walk, you rock your hips up and down. Your hands gliding sensually over your exposed body, as you let your dressing gown fall to the ground.

He stops you for a minute. “Baby, you are so amazing.” He holds your hands in his “Can I... Can I… Can I record you, so I can remember how magnificent you are, while I’m away?”

“That’s all I wanted to hear, Ben. In that case, I’ll give you my best.” You wink at him. “Get your phone out. Gonna make daddy proud!” you lick seductively his lips. He quickly brings it up and clicks record. Looking through the screen he admires as you keep your eyes locked on his, your lips slightly parted, and a bite every now and then.

Moving in between his legs, you place your hands on his shoulders, as you swift up and down with the beat. Turning around you grind your arse to his crotch. He hisses at the view.

“You like that?” you tease taking a step away. “So beautiful, you are a goddess!” He praises. Moving closer again you craw onto him. So you are kneeling in his lap, but you not touching him. Your hands travel up your body teasing your boobs up in his face. “Fuck” he clenches his jaw. And reaches for you, but you step back. Standing up in the bed, your hands balance your body on the window, as you move your bum with the rhytm of the music. “Make sure you’re catching this in the frame” you sass at him.  He shifts closer, focusing the phone on your crotchless knickers, sliding a finger up and down your folds. “That’s right. Such a good girl!”.

Turning around you take his finger and suck it, like a lollypop, while other hand holds the phone close to your mouth “Taste yourself baby.” He is pleased, as you suck clean his index finger, pretending it’s his cock.

Taking the phone from his hand you point to him “Oh daddy, show me some affection, please. Lick me, and suck me, make me come.” You seductively instruct. He smiles devilishly and licks his lips. Tossing you flat on the bed his one hand takes the phone and holds it at a distance, while his other spreads your legs. “Such a pretty view down here. So wet and ready for me.” He places the camera on your stomach and you hold it, looking at him through the screen. His tongue licks your glistening heat, collecting the juices and you moan loudly, catching his graze in the screen. “Yes, Ben. Keep it”. He sucks and twirls your clit, sending shivers through your limbs. You whine and protest, wanting more. “Need something?” his lips vibrate on your clit. “Please daddy! Make me come, already…”

He then slides a finger inside and explores your inner walls, stretching them a tiny bit. You squirm at every time he hit that spot “There. There. There. Oh God!” you don’t hold your moans. “Please, Ben. Please, give me ‘nother finger, babe.” you plead. He seems to be done playing around with you and complies with your wish, sliding one more inside your tight walls, stretching you, while his mouth works your clit. “Fuck” you hiss, whimpering. “Babe, I’m so close. Fucking hell!” you scream.

“Don’t hold back, give me some more sugar, my pride, my queen.” he encourages and his words push you over the edge. Slipping the phone off your hands, you pull the sheets in tight fists. You whole body trembles and he won’t stop. Shaking you cry out swearing, your eyes closed. Your orgasm continues longer than before. Once your eyes flicker open you see Ben holding the phone up to his face, savouring your arousal, dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Once you are fully back to your body, you stand on your knees and crash lips with his. “Gonna give me a second one?” he mumbles, as his hands are twisting and pinching your hard nipples, through the lacy fabric.

Steadying your hands on the window you perk you arse in the air, knees apart. Ben holds the phone in one hand as the other brushes through your hair, gliding down your spine, massaging your bum, giving it a small smack, earning a squeak from you. “That’s right, babydoll!”

Sliding off his boxers, his erected and glistening cock slams against your arse. He points the phone to your opening. One hand holding your hip “Ready, baby?” he warns, you could only nod in response. He slams all of his length in one swift move, making you moan in pleasure, as your breasts are pressed against the cold window. He moves way too slow, for your over sensitive insights. “Ben, Sir! Please, fuck me harder! Make me scream!” you clench you jaw. He makes an animalistic sound and starts screwing you harder and harder, every move pushing your body forward, making you nipples press flat against the cold glass. It gives you, an out of this world pleasure, as he picks up the paces harder. You cry out his name. He is grunting as he pulls your head by your hair, making your back arc. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he groans. “Give it to me daddy! Come inside me! Make it drip down my cunt” you pant.  With a few final thrusts, he releases inside of you. Making your legs shake, as a second orgasm hits your body. “Come again, baby. Keep giving me sugar!”

The hot cum covers your walls, and you feel it dripping down your leg, as he rides it out. “Dear God! Y/N!” he pants behind you, putting down his phone. He pulls away and collapses on your back for a second, before pulling you in for a tight hug on the diagonal of the bed. You both catch your breath for a good minute, before any of you can speak properly.

“I love it, when, I come so hard, in you, it drips down.” He touches your over sensitive cunt and you shrug. “Too sensitive” you cry silently.  He brushes your hair to the side and rolls you over to face him. Hovering over you, he places a soothing kiss on your swollen red lips. His thumb brushes away tears from the corners of your eyes. “I love you so fucking much” he kisses you softly again. “Oh Ben. Gon miss you so goddamn much…” your hand brushes the sweat of his forehead.

“I still managed to make that video.” He smirks. You smile delighted. “Let’s shower, and we can watch it in the morning.” You cup his cheeks.

He pops up from the bed and his had reaches for yours, but you struggle to stand and walk. He then lifts you bridal style up and carries you the bathroom.

“My strong man” you murmur in his neck, unable to do more.  He kisses your foreahad and runs you both a hot bath.

[queenlifesupport]

Like It’s Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #1

A/N : This is sorta inspired by @freddiesmercvry (Truth or Dare) and low-key from 50 Shades of Grey... Also please leave suggestions for scenes or some smutty situations!! (this might have typos, also im so tired while writing this so it might be SHIT)

WARNINGS : SEX, Language, Unprotected Sex, Kinkiness. WORDS : 3,019

I haven't been out of my small apartment in days, I had work piled on my desk like theres no tomorrow, my job was absolutely pushing me to the edge and I needed a break before I fell. I used the strong liquor in my hand to pump myself with confidence in order to move onto the dance floor, I wasn't much of a drinker but tonight called for it. It was hard to make out what song was playing due to the overdramatized bass that throbbed through my eardrums, but whatever it was, people still let loose of their problems and personal lifestyle. 

I attempted to stand while the drink flew through my system, accomplishing balance on my six inch heels. The confidence finally brought me to the large gathering I've been eyeing all night. I entered the crowd, feeling like I'm lost in a humid corn-maze, being bumped into by random strangers that were also tipsy, some more than others. Finding the middle of the crowd, it was my time to let loose. During the midst of my drunken swaying, my eyes fluttered open to view those around me, gaze following the eyes a man a few feet away. He looked lascivious as he mirrored my moves. His blonde hair was slightly swept to the side, he wore an all black suit that tailored him quite nicely, you could tell he was fit. I held his stare intensely, not daring to make a move in his direction for I did not want to lose the challenging match so easily. He seemed to not budge easily either, I debated in my mind to either approach or signal him over. His glare made my stomach slightly weak, out of reflex I looked away, I knew I couldn't approach him on my own. I continued to dance, deciding to slow it down, adding more sensualness to the way I moved. I needed to draw him in and this was the only way I knew how. Although our beaming was cut off from my shyness, I could feel his eyes still exploring every inch of my body. My feet began to ache, I had a inclination that connections would not ascend further, I'd rather sit down instead of waste my time. I looked up one last time, giving the stranger a smile before strutting off to the lounging area. I felt overheated from the moving along from the warmth emanating off others, once getting away from the swarm I accompanied myself on the white pleather. I sighed at the cool air being pushed over me from the air conditioning overhead, I wondered why there wasn't air conditioning above the dance floor. It was getting late according to the time on my phone screen, I should head home soon so I can attempt to demolish my workload tomorrow.

"Hello." My thoughts were interrupted by a harsh British accent, I took a gander at the wellspring of the voice and to my surprise it was him, the one from the herd in the dancing mass. My eyebrows lifted ever so lightly, I didn't think he'd follow.

"Oh - hi." I could only manage a short response. He lightly chuckled before asking me if he could accompany me on the cushion, I accepted. He smelled of Versace cologne, the hint of green apple, mint, and lemon, it was exhilarating on its own.

"Crowded night, I suppose." His voice was as mesmerizing as his scent.

"Indeed. I've never been here, thought I'd give the nightlife a try."

"I agree, I usually come here to meet interesting people, and as of now, I've accomplished my goal."

"You don't even know my name." I laughed now.

"Good point, I'm sure it's as interesting as you seem. Now humor me." From then on, we talked about all sorts of aspects of our lives; work, friendships, hobbies, and even romantic relationships. I learned his name is Ben, he lives with his best friend Joe, he's an actor, and he plays football (soccer) in his pastime. Once I looked down again at my phone, it allowed us to see we've talked for about 2 and a half hours straight. Time did fly when you're having fun.

"I should probably get home." My smile faded at the thought of ending our night, he frowned slightly too. I opened iMessage to text my friend, earlier she agreed to drive me home since I would be drinking and I've always been her designated driver in the past. "I just have to wait for my ride, in the meantime I can get your number?" 

"Sounds lovely." He recited his number to me as I quickly pounded it in, setting his contact as 'Ben'. 

"We should get together sometime soon, maybe coffee tomorrow?" A ding from my phone alerted me of a notification. "Fuck - she can't pick me up."

"What's going on?"

"Her tail-light is busted, she doesn't want to get pulled over while driving around." I sighed frustratingly. My apartment was about a 45 minute walk from here and I wasn't in the mood to walk in heels.

"I can order you an Uber."

"No no - You don't have to pay for me. I can order one."

"Why don't you come over for the night? It's just 10 minutes away." He seemed serious about his statement. I couldn't tell if it was a legitimate invitation. Would I really go home with him? I wasn't that type of person, meet them then immediately jump to the next thing. "Well, are you down?"

"Sure, I don't see the harm in that." I didn't even give a second thought to my answer. 

The industrial-loft like apartment was dark and smelled of cedar wood, it gave a very expensive vibe yet homey at the same time. I hung my purse and coat up on the welcoming racks and followed Ben further into the flat, as we ventured through he flicked every light switch allowing the place to illuminate under the warm lights. We entered the kitchen, presently taking a seat at the island as he sought what appeared to be a wine rack.

"Care for a drink? We have Dom Perignon, Caymus, whatever you desire." I desire him. 

"I don't speak rich, surprise me." He gave my comment a delightful snicker. My love life was very exhausting, I was constantly focused on my profession. I never discovered many fascinating folks, however he was something different. He was adorable, smart, kind, and as a plus, rich.

"For the lady, Beau Joie." He held two beautiful champagne flutes, each held a fizzing liquid. I accepted the cup between my fingers and took a drink at the same time as him. I've just heard of this stuff in romance books and films, yet I was at that point of truly liking him in one night. I felt my cheeks heat up with a pink as he sent me little wink while his lips pursed around the glass rim. "Have I let you know that you're the beautifulest amongst all the women I've ever seen?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully, biting my lip at his compliment.

"You haven't seen many women I assume?" My eyebrow raised at him as I yet again took a sip of the champagne that tasted like citrus and apple as it hit my many tastebuds. 

"I've seen my fair share, and I can tell you what I said was a fact. Don't believe me if you want, but I can prove it if needed." I gulped at the possibilities he could be suggesting.

"And what are you implying, Mr. Hardy?" I scooted to the edge of my seat, leaning in closer to him. He did the same, only a few inches from my lips.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?" His voice was deep, pushing me over the edge, I couldn't deal with him. I went forward, crashing my lips with his soft ones, sharing the alcoholic tase between the sensual moment. I didn't mind the taste. I felt his strong grip move to my thigh as we continued to synchronize our lips, soon feeling his tongue graze my bottom lip in anticipation to enter. I allowed it. We pulled apart after a few moments of heavy interaction, we both sat there out of breath. 

"Take off your blazer." My request was forward and I demanded I got what I asked for. He slipped it off without question, grabbing onto the bottom hem of his under shirt, giving me a questioning look before I nodded, then he took that off too. I was correct before, he was fit, my fingers ran down his abs, drawing an imaginary sloppy line from his V-line to his biceps, clutching a hand around his upper arm to feel the hard muscle. 

"Maybe we should get you out of that pretty little dress of yours?" His whisper was dripping with lust, I had to clench my thighs harder. Everything he said drove me crazy, I was soaked at this point. 

"Who said you earned it?" 

"Who said you were the one in control here?" He made me melt, he was so dominant and I loved it. I surrendered, standing up, first unzipping it from the back as we held eye contact, then slipping down the dress sleeves, finally pulling it down to pool around my feet. He bit his lip at the sight of the black lace panties I wore underneath, the dress had enough support to wear it without a bra. In the cool air, my nipples were hard at the high amount of excitement I felt. "I think you might be missing something else." He slightly pointed at the thong I still wore. I slid my thumbs into the waistband, teasing him by stretching out the fabric but not pulling them down. As I continued, I could see him getting quite impatient in his seat. "Now." I finally slid them down at his command, feeling embarrassment at my exposure but replaced it with fake confidence. 

"What now?" I sweetly asked, swaying seductively as I walked myself directly in front of him. He harshly grabbed onto my hips, pulling me in to take my nipple between his teeth, harshly sucking and nipping. I moaned loudly, his sudden action sparked my body massively. "Fuck - Ben." My hand took a fistful of his blonde hair, tugging slightly. His suction pulled off as he took a moment to look up at me.

"Don't call me that." I looked down confused. "You can call me Sir." He then wrapped his lips along the other breast. His other hand found its way to between my thighs, rubbing my clit slowly. His fingers rolled perfectly. 

"Hmph - Sir, I need more please." He hummed against the soft skin in response, he continued. "Please, I need to be fucked." He withdrew his lips and hands from me, standing up to match my height, unbuttoning the suit pants then releasing himself from them. Once he was left in his boxers, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the counter on the other side of the island. Although there was a cup holding utensils, he used his arm to sweep them off the counter and to the floor, scattering everywhere. He once again grabbed onto my hips, ordering me to jump then also lifting me up to sit bare-ass on the counter, he re-adjusted his hand position, placed his hands on both my under thighs, lifted them up so that my pussy was at a better angle for him to enter while I leaned back and held myself up on my arms. He bit his lip as he gazed down at my glistening slit.

"You're so wet for me, princess. How bad do you want my dick in your tight little pussy?" I rolled my head back in anticipation. 

"So bad, Sir, please fuck me." He finally removed his last layer, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, I licked my lips at the sight of him completely nude in front of me. I moaned quietly as he teased me with his tip, it was this moment I was beyond thankful I was on birth control. I craved him cumming inside me. I made no remarks at his slow entrance, I knew thats what he wanted from me. Suddenly he thrusted in slowly, I moaned out, hearing him sigh as he slipped in. 

"You're so tight, babygirl. You feel so good around my cock." He continued a slowed pace, allowing me to adjust to his length and width. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable but was soon replaced with pure bliss.

"Sir, please go faster, " He slightly built up to a fast pace with my request. The sound of our moans and slapping skin filled the quiet apartment. His thrust grew faster and deeper, and I moaned even louder with every push. At this point I was a moaning mess, the pleasure took over from the waist down, the overflowing delight clouded my head. 

"Turn around, I want your ass facing me and your stomach against the counter." He slid out of me, causing me to whine in response. "Do it, now." I followed his order and managed to rotate myself on my tits, it was cold sending small goosebumps on the surface of my skin. "Such a lovely ass." As his words distracted me, his cock slipped back into my slit, hitting deeper than the last time. I cried out in pleasure, stretching my arms out attempting to reach for something. All of a sudden the sound of glass hitting the floor could be heard, I knocked the glass full of champagne off the counter.

"Fuck Ben, I'm sorry." I managed to get out between breaths as I used my hand to push behind me on his chest. All he did in response was grab my wrist and pin it behind my back.

"I don't care, don't think about it babygirl." He sped up once again, now grabbing a fistful of my hair. My legs started to weaken from all the pleasure, I couldn't control any sounds that left my mouth. I barely had a grip on my surroundings either. "Shit baby, I'm close." His teeth clenched together, grunting as he continued the pace.

"Cum in me Sir, fill me up." I attempted to push him over, and I succeeded. Feeling his warm cum release inside me. After a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled himself out. 

"Now it's time for you baby." He lowered his face to my cum dripping pussy, licking a strip from my clit to my opening, pressing his tongue into my slit. I groaned as his tongue thrusted in and out, it was significantly more exciting to me that he had quite recently came inside me and is currently licking it up. I didn't require substantially more attention to cum, I was already close when he was fucking me with his dick.

"Sir, I'm close." I moaned.

"Not yet baby." He muffled against my pussy. I rolled my eyes as I attempted to not cum. His tongue removed from me, now standing and inserting two fingers. Curling them with every moan, he harshly pulled up and down causing an intense amount of pleasure. I was bound to cum at this point. 

"Sir, p-please, let me" I couldn't finish the sentence without stuttering on my moans, "let me cum, please."

"Now, babygirl." And with his reaffirming words, I let myself release around his fingers, urging them with both our cum joined. "Face me." I pitifully pivoted, looking at his fingers he held at my face level. "Suck." I eagerly took his fingers in my mouth. Sucking and enjoying our tastes together, once I licked all the wetness from his fingers he sighed as he removed them from my mouth. "You better to go tidy yourself up, sweetheart." His voice was presently delicate as we ogled at one another, flushed from our recent climaxes. 

"Wheres your room?" My voice was strained and tired from the many moans I recited. 

"Down the hall, second room on the left." I let myself down from the counter, to my surprise he snaked his hand behind my neck, pulling me in for a soft kiss. I blushed before I slightly wobbled to his room. 

It was the following morning, I laid in his bed, naked whilst enveloped by his white sheets. I didn't know what I was thinking the previous evening, however I was satisfied with my result. The washroom entryway was open, enabling me to watch Ben wash himself in the steamy and glass doored shower. I had no desire to go home. I heard the water stop, signaling me that he would be emerging any moment. The shower door accompanied the silence that now filled the room.

"When do you want me to go home?" I called to him, tracing imaginary shapes on the sheets. 

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[headoverhiddles]

Killer Queens - Freddie x Fem!Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Freddie, two flaming gays, get drunk, (because let's be honest, you've known each other far too long to be anything but enablers) and things get experimental. Friends help out friends, right? 

Disclaimer: This is BOHRHAP Freddie, not actual Freddie Mercury. I love the real Freddie so much, but would not feel comfortable writing for him. 

Reader is lesbian and Freddie is gay. I write this with the highest respect for Freddie’s sexuality. MOVIE VERSION ONLY.  

The music sweeps the room as you barely register the swoosh of your friend's regal (cape? Shawl? Robe?) fluttering by your face. Your sixth champagne glass sloshes in your hand, and you start to truly pity whoever has to clean this place up as you stare down at the carpet. 

The song ends, and Freddie launches down from standing on the couch, to sit beside you. "How do I look?" he asks you, patting his cheekbones. His crown is tipped over, and his eyes are half lidded as he purses his lips.

"Like a hot mess," you clink your glass with his, and you both drink.

"Marvellous."

"Isn't it? Brilliant party."

"Yes, it is. I'm rather enjoying myself tonight," Freddie hums, big happy smile on his face. He takes another drink, and wipes his lips. "Find any damsels hanging about, waiting for you to let them know they're in distress?"

"None of interest," you sigh dramatically, draping yourself over him. He takes to threading his fingers through your hair, probably grateful it's not woven with vomit like last time.

"Isn't that interesting, since I have singled out at least ten men I would gladly sleep with tonight in this crowd."

"If you're so good at finding, find me a girl," you pout, “I’m in the mood.” He licks his lips, eyes doing a quick once over down your body.

"It's just so difficult you see, because everyone at my parties is so BLOODY attractive!" A man in a top hat walking by gasps, and Freddie winks. "Yes, that means you, sweetheart. Mm, but for reasons unknown, I have come up unlucky tonight. So far." 

"I’ve set my sights on someone. What about the gorgeous redhead in the corner? I could have a chance getting her on all fours."

"An awful bore, she's been standing there for hours, mixing the same drink. There’s no way she would want it from behind, you can tell-- I wonder why I invited her."

"Maybe she wants to be alone," you comment, and Freddie suddenly pauses in lifting his drink up.

"Nobody wants to be alone." You look back at him, but he quickly rolls back his head, sighing. "She's pretty, but you might have a better time with the ritzy blonde carrying around my favourite flower vase. EXCUSE ME, DARLING? Yes! Although that vase makes a wonderfully convenient pot for throwing up in, that is, if you can believe it, not its original purpose!"

You giggle, and take Freddie's hand. "I've missed you."

"And I you, darling. You must bring me up to speed on everything once we can both hear each other," he smiles, and you nod. He snuggles in beside you, and starts rubbing a nice spot between your shoulder blades. After a moment, you start to realize he's getting handsy, rubbing down to your lower back and biting his lip again. You quirk an eyebrow, and chance a look down to his chest. He is in magnificent shape... his skin is rather nice too... had he always been this sexy?

You turn around, and he admires you. "Perhaps I need to rethink my look. Can I try on your lipstick?"

You groan. "It's upstairs."

"You've got plenty to spare, don't be greedy now," he flashes you a cheeky grin, leaning in, and plants his lips against your coloured ones, transferring the red to his. You think nothing of it, but after a moment of neither one of you pulling away, Freddie opens his eyes, frowning slightly.

"What?" you slur against his lips, wondering why it looks as if he's had an out of body experience. He puts a few inches between you.

"(y/n), I'm going to ask you a question. Now don't be offended, don't... don't be cross with me."

"Do I have bad breath?" you mutter, blinking up at him, “Am I a rubbish snogger? That little Betsy woman told me that two years ago, don’t worry.”

"No... no! No, you-- no, I just..." He swallows, rubbing his arms. "What if... the two of us were to... as a manner of speaking..." 

"What?" you squint at him, "Take on the pap with our fists alone? Ambush Paul with an angry mob of cats?"

"I like the way you think, but do shut up for a moment dear. What if we... and I’m just throwing it out there," he looks over at you, licking his red lips conspiratorially, "Had sex?"

"...Shagged?" you tilt your head.

"Yes."

"Us?"

"Yes. Helped each other out, you understand? We’re both terribly ready for a happy ending tonight, and the chances are getting slimmer and slimmer for the both of us to find remotely sentient partners."

Your next blink feels like slow motion, but you're coherent enough to question your friend's coherency. "Freddie...”

He looks down, a bit crestfallen. “I understand. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was--”

“What was the first thing you said to me?"

He frowns. "I'm rather horny, why should I care?"

"You just answered your own question."

He starts to nip at your earlobe, pawing at your shoulder as he kisses down your neck. "I said you... mmm... looked atrocious in white bell bottoms."

You sigh, tilting your head so he has better access for sucking. "If you're sober enough to remember that, you're sober enough to know what you want, I suppose." He gives you a deadpan look, finishing off his champagne in a swift gulp. 

"Darling, I could be fresh out of the lou off my sixth line and I still wouldn't forget those hideous things." He leans in, staring at you intensely. His eyes fall to your lips, then gaze into yours again, flickering with lust, a desperation to taste. "Please? I'm curious."

And after hearing the want in his voice, you have to say you are, as well.

Obliging him, you surge forward, and kiss him back. You start to make out with your friend, climbing into his lap, and he moans, sliding his hands up your back. He seems to be in awe of you, the way you kiss, how you feel sitting on him... he suddenly bumps you up a little, and gets up, turning you both around so that he’s on your lap. No one pays you any attention, as most people at this point around the party are doing the same. 

The poor, poor carpet cleaner.

“This feels...” Freddie breathes excitedly, and looks down your body, touching his finger down your neck gracefully, “Good. New.”

“Mhmm,” you moan, eager to get back to kissing Freddie’s swollen, perfect lips, eager to make him feel good again. He groans in your ear as you tug him closer, grinding the beginning of an erection down against your thigh as he starts to ride you. You both lean in for another kiss, teeth clashing, your hair mixing between your faces, and the two of you fall back on the couch, him overtop of you. You look up sultrily, and feel a hand between his legs, squeezing his growing bulge.

He gasps, eyes wide, and his mouth falls open as he pats your arms. "Bathroom. Now."

You lead him there, and he locks the door. Not five seconds later, there's banging on it.

“Oi! Gotta take a piss, y’wankers!” Laughably, it’s Roger, but Freddie doesn’t seem to realize this. 

"There's someone in here!" Freddie calls, "There's another one upstairs, and down the hall!" 

Drunken mumbling disappears, and you two get back to it. You start to strip, and Freddie looks down at his crotch, waiting. He tries to rub himself, before taking your hands. 

"Darling, you're magnificent. I may need a little more help, however, before we start."

You look down, and nod, unzipping him and taking his half hard cock into your hand. It’s not what you’re used to, and it’s definitely not what usually turns you on, but this is strangely different-- it’s almost not as if you’re shagging some man... this is Freddie. You open the drawer of the cabinet, and find lube and a condom, using some of the lube to start jerking him off as you hold him close to you. You bite his neck, making him gasp and shudder, and his hands clutch onto you as you leave love bites down his body. Once you get on your knees, you sigh, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

"Well, you're definitely not the princess I was hoping to fuck tonight, I'll be honest."

"No," he smirks, "I'm the Queen."

You roll your eyes fondly, and bring your mouth over him, listening to the slutty moans that escape him. About three or so minutes later, he's fully hard, and you get up, bending over. Freddie slots himself behind you, rolls the condom on, and takes a deep breath.

"We are doing this."

"Yep," you giggle, and he clasps your hand as he pushes in, stretching you and making you grin. "Ahh... not bad."

"Not bad," he agrees, and reaches forward tentatively. "Do... would you enjoy it if I... touched them?"

You bite your lip. "You don't have to if it'll ruin it for you." Behind you, your friend looks determined, and reaches forward, hands slotting over your breasts.

"You got on your knees for me, the least I can do is take care of my girl." You feel yourself blush.

"Freddie... I had no idea you were such a generous lover!"

"What could possibly have given you the idea that I wasn't?" Freddie laughs in delight as he pushes back in again, and you snort.

"Your unparalleled humility, maybe."

"Ohh..." he groans, "Oh, that's... lovely..."

"It is," you moan, and grip the counter. "Hold me by my hair."

"Hm?"

"My hair, hold me by it."

He laughs loudly. "You kinky girl! I love it!" Grabbing onto your hair, he tugs your head back, and your back arches as his pace increases. He brings a hand down to lightly smack the side of your ass, and rolls it around in his hand.

"You have a pussy of dreams, my dear," Freddie informs you, and you look back at him.

"That means something, coming from you."

He thrusts again, bites his lip, and you look back, admiring how focused and into it he looks with his eyes screwed shut-- he's really trying to make this good, and looks to be having a good time as well.

"Here it comes, darling," he whispers in your ear, holding your hair still in his fist. You shudder at his hot breath in your ear.

"W-what?" you breathe.

"Your big finish," his lips twitch up, and you're caught between laughing at Freddie's theatrics and coming. Your body decides for you, and you scream his name, pushing back into him as he holds onto you and tosses back his head. Once you’re finished, you turn as Freddie pulls out, and you set a determined gaze on him. 

“Come here,” you murmur, and take him by the arm, spinning him around so that he’s facing the mirror. You come in behind him, coiling a hand in front of him and reaching down to take his cock in your hand. He sighs softly, head falling back to slot into your shoulder, and he preens as you stroke him, starting slow and picking up. 

“That’s... (y/n), darling...” he gasps, barely able to speak.

“Shh,” you whisper in his ear, “That’s my good boy.”

He mumbles something incoherent, and he watches the two of you in the mirror, enamoured and intrigued. He watches where your hand wraps around him, jerking him off, and you grab his ass, squeezing as his hips begin to lift up into your hand, rotating forward.

“Close, love?” you coo, and Freddie’s back arches, hands scrambling for purchase and grabbing onto your arm as he gets closer and closer. You’re loving how his confident swagger wanes when you have him at your mercy like this-- it’s rare to see Freddie so vulnerable. You watch him, the pleasure in his face, and gently graze your teeth along his jaw, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear, down his neck and leaving a purple hickey as you swipe up over his cock. He gives three short gasps, and lifts up onto his toes as he comes into your hand. 

After a moment of breathing, you turn him around, and wrap a leg around Freddie's back, reaching up. You two share a kiss, his mustache tickling you, then he sets you down. After fussing and cleaning both of you up, you check his eye makeup, he checks your lipstick, and he holds an arm out. 

"Now then...” He takes a moment more to catch his breath, grinning, “Shall we... make our second entrance then?"

Back in the party, you two take up position where you were on his couch prior.

"Well. I can't say that was the best sex I've ever had." He lazily rolls his head over to you, and tucks his finger under your chin, stroking. "But it was pretty. Damn. Close." 

[bohemiansweede]

Versace On The Floor

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Fanfiction

Pairing Rami Malek & Reader

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment thank you

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The whole house was empty and quiet when all the guests left

You and Rami had hosted a big birthday party plus celebrating that you just bought your new big house up in The Hills

A lot of people brother and wife, sister, both old friends and actor colleagues had a good time, food, good music and of course drinks

He closed the door after the last guest and returned to you in the big kitchen

You placed the big tray with leftover catering food in the fridge

- Ohh God.. It was good food, right hunnie?

He filled both your glass with more wine

- Yes, it was an amazing party Rami

- It sure was.. Cheers love

You took a sip and smiled at him

- Sooooo.. Did your birthday fill all the boxes?

- Mmm.. No...

- No? What could I do more for you Mr Malek?

- Well...... Mmmm.... Let's see... I could do something for you darling

He kissed your neck, just where he knew you loved it

Immediately your head fell back with a moan

It had been a while since you enjoyed time alone

Your twingirls Thea and Tessa, were now soon 3 years old

After a busy morning showering in kisses, cuddling and of course pancakes in bed they proudly gaved dad their new drawings.

Their bags were packed for the night and they were picked up by your friend Lizzie

The minute they were gone, you missed them, but you had to get ready for the big evening

- Mmm.. Rami, you know what I like

- Uhu.. Do I...

His lips left you burning

He took your hand and with a smile he went to the big living room

With a little flip of his hand he softened down the lights and turned up the volume a bit

"Versace on the floor" by Bruno Mars streamed out from the speakers

He lifted you up a bit and swirled you around

A soft giggle slipped from your lips

His strong arms held you close and you breathed in his maskuline scent

The zipper was pulled down before you even realised it and your new dress dropped on the floor

You just breathed heavily

- Y/N?.. Is this new?

His finger followed your red lace bra

- It is... Mmmm... For you Rami dear

He kissed down your collarbone

- Oh, just this is a gift enough, what am I going to do with a beautiful gift wrapping like this

With a snap your bra was off

He cupped your both breasts in his hands

Slowly twirling your nipples between his fingers

- Ple.. Please Rami

- Please what?.. You don't have to beg me tonight, I'm impatient.. Ohhhh.. shit.. you look divine Mrs Malek

His finger continued down your belly and followed the hem of your panties

Your thighs clenched together and it started to pool inside of you

- Ahhhh R.. Rami

- Mmmmm....

He knew you knees got weak of his touch, so he scooped you up and placed you on the couch

You bounced on the cushions and bit your lip admiring your husband taking off his tie.. slowly..slowly

He swayed his hips a bit to the music and you licked your lips

- Come here

With a big smile you spread your legs

- I have a gift for you

Never before had he jumped out of his clothes that quickly

He almost growled when he landed between your lushius thighs

You lifted your butt so he could pull your underwear down

You saw a glimmer in his eyes when he looked up at you

They locked with yours same time his tounge divided your folds

- OMG.. AHHHHHH

He smiled mischievously and flicked his tounge fast on your clit

Your hips tried to buck upward, but he pinned you down

As soon as his fingers entered you, your walls fell apart and you came with a primal scream

- Ohhh love.. I have missed this.. Mmm

- Ssshhhh.. Continue!!! OHHH GOD

His middlefinger nudged over your spot like the expert he was, he knew you.. Inside and out

And just as you came the second time, he opened his mouth to collect all your sweet fluid

You almost trapped him with your thighs and scratched his scalp

- AHHHH... SSSSSHHHIT little pussy cat .. Shit.. You have sharp claws

He laughed a little raspy laugh and crawled up kissing, admiring your body all the way up

He placed tiny butterfly kisses on your belly

- Hunnie?

-.. yes?

- I know an other gift you can give me...

- Oh Rami. You want that? Now? Already?

- Omg.. Yes.. YES I do

His eyes got almost teary

He kissed you passionatly, while he entered you

Like you instinctively found your same RHYTHM together, you moved in unison, first slow and deep, then neither of you could hold it any longer

He took your leg and pressed it to his chest so he could come in deeper than before

- Ohhhh.. I'm coming... NOW!!

- Wait for me baby.. Ahhhh...

He kissed you again and held around your ass pumping his cock faster and faster

Not long after you felt his seed flushing deep inside you

He held around you, still remaining inside

- You think it worked right away like last time with our girls?

- Mmm... Maybe.. Ohh.. Maybe next birthday we can serve more pancakes..

- Ohh, I would love that. I love you

Y/N.. So so much

- And I you Rami. Happy Birthday daddy

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[dancingdeacyy]

Celebration night

Okay, I finally wrote something and I actually loved how this turned out. It’s fluffy and I love it.

I hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to share it. If you want to be on the tag list let me know.

Oh and don’t forget there’s a prompt list, I’m taking requests so feel free to ask for smn.

(I know I have a couple of requests, I’m trying to work on them but I finishing uni and I’m still quite busy)

After weeks of hard work, the guys finally finished recording and the new album was being well received, I’m extremely proud of them cause I’ve seen how hard they’ve worked and how much effort they put into it.

Chrissie, Brian’s girlfriend, Mary, Freddie’s girlfriend and Veronica, Deacy’s wife, and I, we decided to throw a celebration party for the guys. It wasn’t a big reunion like Freddie’s favourites, but we planned on wearing fancy dresses and a gourmet menu.

My garden was the right place to do it so we decided to decorate it with some fairy lights and roses. I love planning things with the girls because they have great taste and we have so much fun working together.

Besides, the girls were happy doing it to have a special moment with their boyfriends while I just wanted to give my best friend, Roger, a nice relaxing moment, yes, he is my best friend and I love him, as friends, do friends love each other the way I love Roger? Do friends treat each other the way Roger and I do?

The girls always tease me about dating Roger and how cowards we are and I knew the guys tease Roger too cause “He’s not brave enough to accept his feelings and confess them to me” well, I guess our friends know our feelings better than us.

However, the special night has come and the girls and I were so nervous yet so excited. The food looked delicious and a fancy restaurant had nothing on our cooking skills, cocktails were almost ready and the garden was beautifully decorated, the guys were about to arrive, so we decided to go and get ready.

If we were getting fancy food and the garden looked like it was brought out of a Disney movie, we definitely had to look like princesses. Chrissie helped me find a beautiful black dress, it was so smooth and it fitted me perfectly, my makeup was soft and barely visible but it really made me feel different.

We get ready so fast we actually thought about breaking the world record, the girls looked so pretty we almost start crying about how good we felt and how beautiful we are, and I mentally laughed about it cause if I were alone I would never feel this pretty, but the girls made me feel like that and I’m actually simpin for this confident version of me.

The doorbell rang and brought us back from our daydreaming, saying we were scared was an understatement, we were really nervous and not because of how would the boys react cause, let's be honest, we’re wearing fancy dresses and looking like proper goddesses, they’d love it, we just wanted everything to go as we planned.

As soon as we opened the door, Freddie, Brian and John came running to hug their wives while Roger was looking at me shyly.

“Hey” I said softly, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible.

“You look gorgeous” He said, not even a hello, oh well I can’t complain. “Can I hug you?”

What? My legs were shaking and I needed that hug as soon as possible, I only attempted to nod slowly.

He put his firm hands on my waist and brought me close to his body, his scent was so strong I felt I was getting high on it, and I love that feeling.

“You look great Roger” I said, hiding my face on his neck. He really did look good, an opened white shirt revealing his smooth chest and a pair of leather pants and I’ll just say… his butt looked pretty nice.

“Really? I’m just wearing the first thing I saw in my closet.” He said, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

“That’s not true y/n, he spent hours planning his outfit.” Freddie said teasingly while winking. “He said he wanted to impress you.”

Roger was blushing and he let go from the hug.

“Oh it's alright, I hope my dress impresses him too, cause he certainly impressed me.” I said and went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of wine. “Want some?”

The girls were looking at me with a knowing smirk and the guys were teasing Roger while he was trying to cover up his reddened cheeks.

The rest of the guys looked really nice too, wearing their fancy suits and while a wide smile plastered on their faces.

“Before you start getting drunk, my dear y/n, we had some words prepared for you” Mary started saying, taking the bottle out of my hands.

We had some words prepared? Really?

“Yeah! Our gorgeous y/n prepared them, right?” Veronica looked at me while giggling and I couldn’t be more confused. Did I write a speech and I completely forgot about it? Roger’s giggles brought me back.

“Oh yeah right!” I said, trying to look confident “It’s quite short, though.”

“Oh stop it, y/n!” Freddie said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Stop being so modest, you give great speeches.”

Yes! Only when I’m extremely drunk.

“Alright boys, we know you’ve worked really hard this last month and we are so proud you’re achieving your dreams.” I started saying, trying to look at each one of them but not being able, my eyes were focused on Roger and how good he looked smiling at me like that. “You are an inspiration and I’ll dare to say, you are our idols, but you are also the loves of our lives… and our best friends.” I quickly added to avoid misunderstandings, but oh how I wish I hadn’t. “You’ve given everything to us, and the least we could do was try to give you something else too, so this is just a small celebration party for you guys.”

Chrissie was pouring the wine on our glasses and we were ready for the toast.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, raise your glasses for Queen!” I said lifting my glass happily.

As soon as the guys lifted it, I looked at Roger who was already smiling at me, I smiled back when he winked at me, oh how much I want to kiss those lips.

“Okay guys, you can get going to the garden, we’ll get the food.” Mary said while pushing Freddie out of the room, the guys followed him but Roger seemed a bit hesitant about going with them.

“Can I have a word with y/n?” He asked shyly, it’s funny how he always seemed so comfortable and confident but when it comes to me he’s so shy and soft.

“Sure Rog, just give us a second while we finish preparing the dishes.” Chrissie said and hurried working on the dish.

My stomach was feeling funny and my legs were shaking, was something wrong? Did I say something inappropriate? My mind was racing. The feeling of Mary’s hand on my shoulder scared me a bit.

“Alright Rog, she’s all yours.” Mary said, grabbing two dishes and going out of the kitchen, the girls followed her but first they winked at me.

I turned to look at Roger, he was already smiling at me. He walked to me, getting closer and closer every time he put his hand on my waist and smiled.

“Hey.” He seemed more confident than a few minutes ago but his voice was still a bit shaky.

“Hey, are you excited?” I asked hoping my voice seemed a bit normal.

“About the dinner or the album?” Geez, he looked so cute when he’s confused, he looked like a puppy.

“Both” I said laughing, I could help but caress his face, my fingers went from his forehead to his cheek and then to his hair. My fingers tangled in it and I could feel his eyes staring at my lips.

“Yeah, mostly about tonight.” He tried to stop looking at my lips, but I saw his tongue poking out of his lips and wetted them. “I wanted to thank you, and tell you how beautiful you look today.”

I could help but blush, his blue eyes were now staring at my eyes.

“Oh it’s nothing, we’re proud and you’ve done so much for us, is the least we can do.” I don’t know where this is going but I’m feeling the famous butterflies.

“Ca- Can I do something else for you?” He said putting his other hand on my cheek and rubbing it with his thumb.

Do you guys know how to breath? Because suddenly I forgot.

I nodded slowly and smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered and I felt his breath so close to my face, his scent filling my nostrils, I put my hand on his neck and smiled.

“Yes, please.”

As soon as I finished talking, Roger lips attacked mine, my body felt numb and my head was spinning, I tangled my fingers on his hair and he hugged me by the waist. My lips were trying to follow his pace, our noses were brushing each other and our chests were so close I’m sure he felt my heart beating out of my chest.

I didn’t want to break the kiss but I was nearly out of breath, my forehead was resting on his and our eyes were still closed, his hands there caressing my back. We were smiling so much our cheeks started to hurt.

“You make me so very happy.” God his voice was so soft and sweet.

“You make me really happy too, Rog” Now our noses were touching each other, his was so soft and pointy, my heart was definitely beating faster now. “Let 's go eat.”

He took my hand and led me to the garden. The guys were focused on their conversation but as soon as Brian saw us he cleared his throat, ending the conversation. They were smiling at us and the guys started whistling when they saw our hands.

Roger opened my chair and I gave him a little kiss on his lips, the girls screamed when they saw it and I started clapping.

We avoided looking at them and started drinking wine, Roger’s hand was now on my thigh tracing circles with his thumb.

“Anything you want to share with us?” Freddie said leaning on the table and placing his head on his hands.

“Well, I just want to say that I hope that kiss means you’re my girlfriend now.” He said, grabbing a piece of food on his fork and leadingit to his mouth, trying to look smooth and charming. “Oh it does, love.” He said and I brought his face close to mine and started kissing him again.

Our friends were cheering in the back and now his lips tasted like wine, I was slowly melting in his arms and I’ve never been happier.

Tag list: @jennyggggrrr

[stmort]

Hey Hey Mama

thank @bowiequeen for helping me out on this one 

Ben has always liked dominant women  

especially older women

in fact, his first real crush was on his grade school teacher 

and he loves when you get angry or annoyed because you look so fucking hot when you're all worked up 

he doesn’t say anything when you mention how much you love Robert Plant singing “mamma” in Led Zeppelin songs 

but he’s extremely turned on

so now every time he listens to Led Zeppelin it reminds him of you 

and all he can think about is being underneath you moaning mummy as you sit on his cock

so he can’t listen to it in public anymore

Travelling Riverside Blues drives him craaazy 

he doesn’t say anything to you because you two haven’t been dating that long and he doesn’t want to freak you out

Ben visits you one day and finds you dancing to one of your Zeppelin records while your cooking 

he doesn’t want you to see how much of a mess he is and he asks if he can use your shower to “wash up before dinner”

 you’re out shopping with him at some mall, and when you sit down to eat Whole Lotta Love starts playing in the food court

you see him uncomfortably squirming in his seat and you ask him what’s wrong

his heartbeat is quickening because you look so damn good today and this is just too much  

you can see the outline of his bulge in the jeans he’s wearing 

you place a hand on his thigh and he practically jumps with a blush on his cheeks

“What’s on your mind, Benny?” 

he grips the table and looks down in embarrassment 

“You like when he sings mamma...”

“Speak up baby, I can’t hear when you mumble.” 

he says it louder this time and your eyes widen 

“Ben do you have a mommy kink?” 

his cheeks turn a deep shade of red and you move your hand down to his bulge

“Wanna go to the bathroom so mommy can take care of this?” 

he chokes on his water 

[warriorteam1924]

Happy Halloween, Mister Mazzello

Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader (smut)

Author’s note :  Mouhahahah (Halloween version) everyone. I wanted to do some little celebration for Halloween and share some things with you guys. On this one and again, I have been in touch with the most wonderful of all, Lily, aka @painandpleasure86​. Again, she beta read the fic and gave very good suggestions for the whole writing. As a result this is another collab. We are still working on the following parts of “Now I’m here”, (part 1 here ^^) but please be patient. Lily is very busy and she has her priorities. Anyways, don’t be too scared and enjoy this one !! As always, we thank you in advance for your feedback, it always warms our heart and gives us motivation to carry on. Also, don’t forget, English is not our mother tongue. Please, excuse our mistakes.

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.

Words Count : 3,742 words

Synopsis  : This is Halloween with Joe Mazzello…..  

You looked at yourself in the mirror and deeply sighed, saying no with your face. How was it possible you had agreed to do such a thing? You were always glad to have some fun but now you were wondering if something a little less obvious would not have been a better idea after all.

“Are you ready, my love?”, you heard him saying from behind the door of the bathroom.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea….?”, you replied, still looking at your own refection.

“Come on I’m sure you look fabulous like this. He’s never gonna believe his eyes.”, he carried on. “May I come in to see you?”, he asked you.

You rolled your eyes and sighed again. “Hold on…. ”, you told him. ‘I may as well have the total look’, you thought to yourself as you were holding the blond wig in your hand. You tried to place it the most correctly possible and tried to smile at your own refection.

“Okay, you may come in now….”, you eventually told him, trying to pose properly before he would enter.

He slowly opened the door, trying to create a theatrical effect, and you could not help but smile when you saw his face lighten at the sight of you.

“What do you think?”, you asked him, still grimacing a little.

“Gosh this is incredible, I knew you’d look prettier than him….”, he commented, staring at you from head to toes.

You laughed at his remark. Of course you would look prettier according to him. You were his girlfriend.

“Okay, but only Ben or the original as well?”, you seriously questioned him.

“Well, both obviously!!!”, he replied without an ounce of hesitation.

For some reason, Joe had decided you had to wear this costume to go 'trick or treating’ with his niece on Halloween. And then, as there was this party with the rest of the cast of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody, you had no choice but to agree.

“I’m still wondering why you are wearing a banana costume, which is fun really, while I’m dressed like the school girl Roger Taylor is portraying in the video clip of 'I want to break free’?”, you asked him again.

“Come on, aren’t you impatient to see Ben’s face at the party when he’s going to see you?”, Joe asked you, slightly nodding and raising his eyebrows.

“To be honest, I don’t know who between the two of us is more impatient to see his face…. You or me?”, you asked him, putting a hand on your hip.

“Okay, I admit it. It’s me…. But you weren’t there when they all told him he looked gorgeous, even dressed as a girl….”, he said, slightly bitterly. “But tonight, I’m going to have my revenge.”, he carried on, rubbing his hands and still looking at you from head to toes.

“Joe?”

“Hum?”, he dreamily said as he raised his eyes to meet yours.

“Stop devouring me this way, please….”, you told him.

“Hum? Oh, yeah sorry, let’s go if you’re ready….”, he replied after staring at you a little longer. You followed him out of the bathroom, still sighing and rolling your eyes.

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You arrived at Joe’s sister house in the middle of the afternoon. The house was beautifully decorated for the occasion. Outside in the garden was a cute scarecrow and a hand carved pumpkin. On the door was an autumn wreath, with nice leaves and pine cones. Inside, the house was warm and cosy, with Halloween fairy lights and little spooky decorations on the furniture. In the hall, there was a huge bowl full of candies, waiting for the kids to ask the famous 'trick or treat’, and you had to stop Joe from taking more than one before the two of you arrived in the living room.

The little girl was facing her mother, who was applying make up on the face. She had decided she would be a baseball player, just like the protagonist her uncle was portraying in ‘Undrafted’. She was dressed all in red, her ponytail was coming through the hole of her matching cap. Her mother was putting the final touch to her costume with a dash on each cheek. You noticed a baseball bat on the couch and a little basket in which she was going to put all the candies she would be given when knocking on the neighbors doors. You looked at them and tenderly smiled.

“Well, I guess you’re ready!!”, her mother proudly announced.

The little girl’s face lightened and she quickly turned away to look at herself in a nearby mirror.  

“Cool. Just like uncle Joe.”, she said as she was almost pressing her face against the mirror.  

Joe looked at her niece and he seemed really glad he was going to spend this moment with her. Her mother gave the two of you her last instructions for the afternoon. She then took you apart and asked you to make sure Joe was not going to spoil the girl. You promised you would keep an eye on both of them for her and she seemed relieved.  

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Joe had almost organized an trip in the neighborhood to make sure her niece was going to the best houses and would be given the best candies. She was really cute in her costume and once or twice you really wondered why the three of you did not have matching costumes. It would have been much more coherent. Joe was absolutely ridiculous in this banana costume. You shrugged your shoulders and saw Joe was whispering something in her ear before she rang at the next house door.  

While she was saying the famous sentence to get candy, you frowned at Joe, trying to show him your disappointment.  

“What?”, he asked you, trying to look innocent.  

“Joe. Don’t spoil her. I know you love her. I do too, but please….”

“Roooohhhh come on Y/N…. This is Halloween. We are supposed to have fun….”  

“I know but the kid will then have diner and then I would like her to have a nice rest without throwing up all night….”, you seriously replied.  

“Yeah yeah sure….”, he carried on as you were moving to the next house.  

“Joe, I’m serious….. I don’t want her to get sick or something okay?”, you carried on.

“Yeah. I know…. But this afternoon, I’m in charge. Tonight she’ll be my sis’ problem again….”, he jokingly said.

“I know you’re kidding Joe, but imagine your sister doing the same with your kids? What would you say?”, you asked him, crossing your arms on your chest.

He suddenly became very serious and came closer to you to whisper in your ear.

“Does this mean you want kids after all?”, he said, rising an eyebrow. “I’ve read books, y’know…. I know how daddies and mommies do to have babies….”

“Oh my god Joseph…. This is not the right time to think nor talk about this….”, you replied as you slightly pushed him away.

You knew Joe was very often joking, about anything and most of time, you now succeeded in knowing when he was being ironical. Yet, this time, you looked at him with a weird look during the whole afternoon spent with his niece, trick or treating….

At the end of the day, the little girl’s bag was full and the three of you came back to Joe’s sister’s house. The kid proudly showed her parents all the candies she had collected. She also told them everything that had happened in details during this moment spent together and you were surprised to see how well she could remember every detail. You gladly accepted the tea her mother offered you, as you were trying to warm yourself. This costume was great to Joe’s point of view, but to yours, it was a bad idea regarding the season.

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Joe and you then headed to the party. Rami and Lucy had organized everything and they had rented a small warehouse for the occasion. As they were some famous people among their friends, they hoped this would be a great way to celebrate Halloween properly, without risking to disturb any neighbors and thus attract paparazzis when they were not at all invited.

After a short ride in a taxi and after you had helped Joe get out of the cab with his silly costume, you eventually arrived. The place was decorated with taste. It was spooky and scary but not morbid and you thought Lucy had certainly insisted for the place to be in harmony with the theme of the party, but not threatening. The purpose of this evening spend together was not to have a sheer heart attack, but to enjoy yourselves, with friends.

Lucy and Rami greeted you when you came in. Rami was dressed as Edward scissor hand from the eponymous movie. Lucy was merely wearing a pastel skirt with a black top, but her make up suggested she was coughing blood. The cast of Bohemian rhapsody was there as well, all very well dressed for the occasion. Allen and his wife were wearing matching costumes, both in 1920’s clothes, like the protagonist he was portraying in Downtown Abbey. When Joe looked at them he whispered in your ear this was cheating as it was too easy to get a costume from work and you rolled your eyes as a reply. Gwilym Lee and his girlfriend were also wearing matching costumes, him as Gomez Addams and her as Morticia Addams from the Addams family. Seeing both couples dressed this way made you regret that you and Joe were not matching as well. But he had so heavily insisted on you being dressed as Roger in ‘I want to break free’ video. At that moment, it had seemed important for him.

You were all randomly chatting when Ben arrived as well. He was dressed as a Slytherin student from the Harry Potter franchise. His green eyes were perfectly fitting the colors of the house he was supposed to be in. He was absolutely gorgeous in his costume. For a second, you felt ashamed you were drooling on your boyfriend’s best friend and quickly chase those thoughts from your mind.

“Oh my God, Y/N. How….? Let me guess, it was Joe’s idea.”, Ben said as he kissed your cheeks to greet you.

“Of course it was.”, you whispered in his ear, as you were kissing him back.

“Yes, mate, this was my idea. And now every one is here, I can officially say that my girlfriend is the hottest and sexiest dressed this way. Okay? Hotter than Rog, and sexier than you….”, he proudly affirmed looking at Ben with a wide smile. You gazed wide-eyed at your boyfriend and heavily blushed.

“Oh my God, Joseph….”, you murmured, as you were pulling the sleeve of his top. “Stop, please.”

Yet, you felt better when everyone started to laugh. The music started and you all went to the dance floor. The DJ was literally on fire and you were dancing your heart out with all your friends. This was a really pleasant moment. After a while, you went to have a drink, followed by Ben.

“Wow, Y/N. You’ve got moves tonight.”, he said as he was bringing his beverage to his mouth.

“May I confess something?”, you replied.

“Sure…”, Ben nodded.

“I’m frozen deep inside. We went ‘trick or treating’ this afternoon with Joe’s niece and I was in the streets dressed like that. And then, here in the warehouse, there is no heat. I’m so cold, you can’t imagine.”, you frankly told him.

“Ohhh. Then, let’s carry on moving to keep you warm!”, he concluded as he took your hand to get back to dance.

At the end of the evening, several cabs were waiting outside. Ben kissed you goodbye and Lucy gave you a spare jacket she had for you to get a little warmer. Yet, it was a very fancy and light clothe, merely covering your back, but only above your hips. You greatly thanked her though, as his attention was very delicate. The whole group then parted after a fantastic time spend together. Joe indicated the address and the driver nodded.

“Wow, this was great.”, Joe said, stuck in his position with his costume in the cab.

“It sure was.”, you replied, rubbing your hands to get warmer.

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Back home, you almost rushed towards the fireplace to start a fire as you were still freezing. Joe was still in the hall, getting rid of his banana costume, making sure he would not break anything on his way.

“Are you okay, my love?”, he asked you from afar.

“Yeah, yeah, good.”, you replied as you watched the flames starting to dance in the hearth.

“You sure?”, he carried on as he came in, all dressed in black.

“Joe, I’m so cold. This costume has merely one layer, this is incredible….”, you started to say.

“I know.”, he interrupted you.

“What?”, you incredulously questioned him.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for quite a long time.”, he confessed as he got closer to you. “Seeing your skin this way…. Slightly shivering….. And your nipples coming out in this shirt because of the cold…. My plan was… perfect.”, he concluded.

“Joseph Francis Mazzello. How could you dare???”, you asked him.

“Now, I’m going to warm you myself….”, he whispered in your ear, caressing your arms and making you shiver even more, but not because of the cold this time. .  

You looked at him, almost taken by surprise. He started to kiss your neck and put his hands on your breast, slightly massaging it. He then put his thumbs on your nipples, above your clothes, still making you moan as they were very sensitive from the cold. He stopped and stepped back. You frowned, putting your head on the side.

“Gosh. Look at you. I meant every word earlier. You’re the hottest and sexiest dressed this way…. I had to wait all day, but now, you’re all mine….”, he teased you.

“Take me then.”, you almost begged him.

He bit his lips and came closer to you. You breath was getting heavier and he frankly took your hips to bring you to him. He kissed you on your mouth, eager to feel your lips against his. As he carried on, his kiss became more and more ardent and you felt he was pressing your body even closer to his.

He slowly untied your tie, then unbuttoned your shirt, never saying a word but always devouring you with his eyes. You let him do and tried not to show him you were seriously getting wet between your legs. He put his hands on your back and took your bra off as well, lifting it up your breast. You saw him passing his tongue upon his lips and soon, his mouth was sucking your nipples, one at a time. You rolled your eyes as he did, but this time in approbation, as they were still very sensitive and the sensation was truly pleasurable.

With his hand, he slowly lifted you skirt as well and put it inside your panties. As he reached out for you clit, your head began to go back and you loudly moaned.

“Gosh…. Is it for me?”, he asked you.

“I’m wet all and only for you, Joey….”, you replied, trying to catch your breath.

He stopped again and helped you lean on the floor, on the carpet in front of the fireplace. The sound of the fire in the hearth and your soft moans were only to be heard in the room. His lips reached for your neck again and his hand went back in your panties, as he carried on softly caressing your clit. As he did, you carried on teasing your own nipples with your thumbs.

He removed his hand from inside your panties and you looked at him slowly dove towards your pubic section as he was giving kisses all along his way on your shivering body. You were glad you had put this special fine lingery you had bought the other day. Back then you had thought it would please Joe to see it on you. It was nothing too fancy, simple embrodied on the side panties, just in black color, with soft laces on the sides.

“Hummmm I did not know those…. Merely amazing on your stunning body….”, he commented.

He took the laces off on both side of your underwear with his with his teeth and put it aside. Ardent of desire for him now, you spread you legs, letting him know you wanted him to taste your juices.

You felt his tongue inside you and your legs suddenly got tense. Your hands reached out for his hair and you massaged his scalp as he was still flicking his tongue on your clit. He then also put a finger inside you, then added a second, his mouth still working magic on you. Without realizing it, you were bringing his face deeper inside you with your hands, making him understand he was doing right and he smiled as he carried on. Always willing to let him what he was doing was intensely pleasurable, you started to move around his fingers, trying your best to make him feel how tight you were for him. You heard him softly moan between your legs as he eventually felt you even more tense around his long fingers.

He softly and sweetly stopped and his lips reached out for yours again, making you taste your own juices. As his body was now again pressing yours, you felt he was hard and almost instinctively, your hand went to massage his bulge. As you did, he let a loud moan escape. You tried to move to feel his cock on your lips, but Joe gently forced you to stay in this position, your back leaning on the carpet.

“I’m here to give you pleasure today, my love.”, he said as he got up. You looked at him and bit your lips as you realized he was now slowly taking his clothes off. His top first, showing his beautiful torso. Joe was not truly muscled compared to Ben but he was still gorgeous to your point of view. He then slowly put his pants down, moving his hips from right to left in a sensual way. He turned his back to you and quickly removed his boxers and suddenly faced you again. His cock was really hard, almost reaching his tummy. He started to caress his body to carry on teasing you, but it was useless, you were already turned on and almost on fire.

“Joseph, please”, you begged him, still lying on the floor, putting one hand on your breast and the other on your clit.

“Say the word, your wish is my command”, he merely replied as he came back on top of you to kiss you again.

The sensation of his penis against your skin was almost killing you. You put your hands on his back, trying to pull him even closer to you to feel him. Still kissing you, you felt he took his cock in a hand and he started to softly caress your entrance with his penis’ head. You were now moaning in his mouth and he was literally bursting with excitement.

“Oh my fucking god, Joe…..”, you cooed in his ear as he was speeding the pace.

“May I come him”, he carried on teasing you.

“I might die soon if you don’t.”, you begged him.

He smiled at your remark but complied. He slowly put his penis inside you. He loudly moaned as he felt your very tight for him. Still under him, he let you slightly move to adjust yourself and when done, you nodded to him.

He started to move in and out slowly, still kissing your neck. Your hands reached for his buttocks and you hardly pressed them to make him go deeper inside you. He softly increased the speed, pulling his hips even more down and harder. As he was doing, you showed him how good this sensation was by kissing him with ardor, you hands still on his firm buttock.

As he was moving inside you, he put his fingers on your clit as well, trying to make sure you were at the edge of your climax. You felt a warm sensation in your lower back and your legs were no longer under your control.

“Joe, I’m…. close”, you breathlessly told him.

“Shit, I’m going to cum too soon….”, he replied, with a loud groan.

You felt his warm cum inside you with a but even if he had reached his rapture, he carried on the same pace for you to be able to cum as well. You suddenly arch your back, no longer able to see. Your whole body was shivering and you still felt Joe’s fingers on your clit as you were in rapture. You loudly moaned as well as he was sweetly slowing his pace inside you, the two of you out of breath.

Joe eventually collapsed next to you and laughed.

“Gosh this was…. so good.”, he said after a pause. You did not answer, still trying to breath normally again.

“Are you still cold?”, he asked you as he took you in his arms, looking at you in the eyes. Unable to speak, you said no with your face, but caressed his torso.

“Ever since I’ve seen Ben dressed like this, I’ve fantasized about your with these clothes.”, he confessed, his hand on your wig, which was still surprisingly in place.

You stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “No way….”, you ironically replied.

“Oh…. I’ve got the feeling you did not like this idea so much….”, he whispered, almost ashamed of his confession.

“Joseph Francis Mazzello. Please. I don’t mind you having this thought. I merely would like you to have more ideas of this kind….”, you seriously answered.

“God I love you so. So much….”, he concluded as he took you closer, pressing his body against yours to kiss you.

“Happy Halloween Mister Mazzello….”, you eventually told him. “Maybe next year your sister will be in charge of another Mazzello if we are both unavailable for Halloween?”, you carried on.

Joe’s face lightened. You knew he wanted kids. And so did you now.

[devil-in-those-eyes]

What’s Gotten Into You? Roger Taylor!Ben Hardy Part 1

Oh my god, please go easy on me, this is my first Roger!Ben imagine and i’m slowly dying because I’m reading everyone’s imagines and smuts and i’m in total awe but I just discovered Ben Hardy and I need an outlet lmfao. 

Summary: Roger and Y/N are incredibly close and she is the only girl he has never had sex with because they are best friends. But when Y/N finally meets the rest of the band, the boys realize that Roger is in love with her.

Roger-

           “Wait,” John lifted a hand, pausing the conversation we were already having, “so, you haven’t slept with this girl, am I hearing you correct?”

           I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my pint, “Yes, Deaky, you heard me correct.”

           Brian’s eyes shut and he shook his head, rearing back at my words that I had been repeating over the last hour because all three of my friends were fucking morons. John stood beside me with Brian and Freddie in front of us, all four of us had a beer in our hands while the UNI bar was slowly filling up because it was a Friday night and Fridays were always busy. For once, we didn’t have a show to play at this bar but I promised the boys that I’d finally bring them around Y/N and this was her favorite spot to drink after a long day. It used to be our spot before I quit school to become a full time drummer.

           “So, you really haven’t slept with her?” Brian asked, “you’ve never kissed her?”

           “Nope,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ and smirking, even Freddie began to look concerned but it only made this more entertaining for me.

           “Never had a late night and you crossed the boundary?” Freddie asked. John’s eyes narrowed in at me, looking at me like I had lost three heads. I shook my head while smirking behind the rim of my glass, I really hadn’t done anything more than cuddle Y/N and kiss her shoulder, all of that was out of friendly gestures. We were touchy, but neither of us crossed a boundary or line and we liked it that way.

           “Is she ugly?” John asked, earning a smack from Brian so he cowered and raised his hands in surrender, “I’m just asking, I mean the guy screws anything with boobs.”

           I shrugged because he was completely right.

           “Are you in love?” Freddie asked. Normally the question was meant for softer and sweeter words but as Freddie asked them, it sounded as if he were concerned that I was in love with her because we all knew my track record with relationships consisted of nothing more than one night stands.

           Yes, I loved her. But I loved her like my best friend. I loved her like I loved these three idiots. And yes, she was utterly gorgeous and always knocked me on my ass when I saw her, but she was just my best friend. She deserved a lot more than a guy that had a wandering eye.

           “So, where is she?” Brian asked, looking around us as if he knew what she looked like.

           I felt my chest tighten. It was like a sixth sense when it came to Y/N, so I turned my head just in time to see her grinning face. As she maneuvered through the crowds, heading towards me, I saw the black skirt and navy long sleeve t-shirt that was tucked in, her hair falling over her shoulders in her natural wave. As she neared I put my beer on the bar top, ready for her to barrel into me.

           “Rog!” Her smile glowed and I felt my heart beat pick up at the sound of her voice.

           “There’s my girl,” I grumbled just before she leaped into my arms. Hers winded around my neck while mine instantly wrapped around her waist, laughing into her hair and nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck, smelling the fresh air and perfume.

           It had been a couple weeks since I had last seen her, only because she was busy with classes and I was busy with the band but as soon as I called her this morning and told her I wanted her to meet the bad, she promised she’d be there.

           She pulled away and stared into my eyes while her fingers got lost in my hair. I held her up so her toes just brushed the top of my feet and grinned at her, “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”

           Her cheeks flushed at my compliment. Her nose scrunched up as her eyes skated over my face and hair, “You need a hair cut.”

           I chuckled, “You’ve always loved my hair.”

           She tugged at the ends and smiled mischievously when I bit my lip. “Careful,” I grumbled lowly to her before leaning forward and kissing her cheek, feeling her shiver in my arms. Just because I’d never cross the boundary with her, didn’t mean I couldn’t push the boundaries just because I loved making her flush.

           One of the boys cleared their throat and I pulled back from Y/N just as she patted my chest, “We’re being rude.”

           I let her down onto the ground and she moved around me to see the three boys watching us intently. Y/N was my opposite, she was grounded and polite and I was sure the boys were expecting someone closer to my personality, someone who was probably more of an ugly groupie but instead they found Y/N. A natural beauty who grinned at them, offering her hand to them. “I’m Y/N.”

           Brian was staring at Y/N like she was a pleasant surprise. John was looking between me and Y/N, probably wondering how Y/N puts up with me. Freddie just smiled her way and skipped her hand, going straight for a hug and kiss on her cheek.

           “Lovely to meet you, darling.” Freddie said as he pulled away.

           I stood back, resting against the bar as John and Brian decided they liked Y/N enough to shake her hand and grin at her. After Brian asked her how she was doing, she answered swiftly but the boys attention was taken off of her when a glass smashed onto the floor a couple feet away and I took the moment to pull her to me, watching her eyes drift from the necklace I had around my neck and up my lips and finally on my eyes.

           “Want something to drink, sweetheart?” I asked, touching the curve of her hip.

           “If you’re buying,” she teased and my smirk turned into a full on grin.

           I turned towards the bar and flagged down the bartender, giving Y/N’s order without asking because I knew it by heart. We both knew each other’s beers of choice, how we liked our tea and what food we liked to have. I knew her like the back of my hand and she knew me like the back of her hand.

           “Are you going to ditch me tonight?” she asked, leaning into the bar while waiting for her drink.

           I smirked and rested my side against the bar, standing close to her. The boys faced us again but immediately went into a different conversation to give Y/N and I privacy to catch up for the next couple minutes. I just took the time to get close to her. It had been a while since I was able to relax and be around her, she made me calm and I was able to breathe and I loved that about her.

           “Scared I’ll find better company, Y/N?”

           Something about the way I grumbled her name lowly against the sound of the music and commotion in the bar made her head turn away from the bartender and look up at me. Her smile faltered but she covered it up quickly with a small shrug, “No, but I was counting on you to drive me home.”

           “I am all yours tonight, sweet girl.” I said just as the bartender passed her the beer.

           She took a sip, “Feel like dancing tonight, Taylor?”

           Dancing was where boundaries and lines were forgotten about and she was fully aware of what watching her dance did to me. “For you?” I asked, “I’d do anything to feel you against me.”

           She rolled her eyes, not giving me the reaction I normally got from sweet talking. That was one of the biggest reasons why I latched onto her, because she didn’t take any bullshit but fuck could she test our limits with that sweet and innocent smile. She moved away from the bar and nodded for me to follow her, I didn’t have to be told again.

           “So, you guys are the reason why I haven’t seen Rog in a while.” Y/N said to the boys, slipping into their conversation easily while I stood beside her, touching her lower back.

           “It’s not easy keeping him away from you,” John pointed out, raising his eyebrows at me and mentally reminding me of all the times I begged them to let me call her.

           “We deserve an award.” Freddie added.

           “Y/N this, Y/N that.” Brian rolled his eyes, earning a laugh from Y/N as her eyes swung up to me and I saw an embarrassed smile on her face.

           “Roger, I hadn’t realized you liked me that much.”

           “Anything is better than looking at their faces,” I teased.

           “Oh, I’m so touched.” She mocked, touching her chest with her hand. I laughed at her before she looked back at the boys, “so when is the next gig?”

           “Tomorrow night,” Brian answered, “here actually.”

           Y/N looked up at me, her smile a bit cracked. “You didn’t tell me.”

           “You’re normally traveling back home for the weekend,” I reminded her.

           “Oh trust us, darling, the man wants you to come but we gave us a full run down of what you do every weekend.” Freddie teased.

           “Careful, Freddie,” I said just as someone across the bar called for Y/N.

           Her head turned and so did I, wanting to see who was calling for her but realized I had no idea who it was. Y/N lifted her hand and touched my bicep, “That’s Nikki, I’m going to say hi.”

           “Sure,” I breathed, dropping my hand from her back.

           She looked at the boys, “Excuse me.”

           All the boys nodded and she walked away from us. I kept my eye on her until she made it to the group of friends. John hit my shoulder, “You’re in love.”

           “Excuse me?” I looked back at them. They all started nodding so I shook my head and chuckled, “That’s a load of bullocks.”

           “Either you’re in love with her and you’re lying to yourself, or you really are blind and don’t see it.” John raised his eyebrows at me while taking a sip of his beer.

           “You should see the way you look at her.”

           I looked at Brian, a bit shocked at where they were coming from but it was Freddie who spoke next, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much.”

           “I smile,” I argued.

           “No,” John drawled out while shaking his head, “it’s more of a I-hate-everyone-smile slash snarl.”

           I ignored them. “I’m not in love with Y/N.”

           They didn’t believe me one bit because all they did was raise their eyebrows and Brian muttered, “Whatever you say, Rog.”

           Y/N slipped up between John and I and touched his arm with a smile, “What did I miss?”

           “We were trying to convince Roger to get a hair cut.” Freddie answered without missing a beat.

           I drank the last of my beer before setting it down on the countertop and taking Y/N’s glass from her, “I was actually thinking about how I wanted to dance with you.”

           I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the small dancefloor. She laughed, “Roger, you’re friends!”

           I swung her under my arm before I gave a soft tug and pulled her into my body, “I don’t really care.”

           Her hand touched my chest and she rolled her eyes. The music was upbeat and fun and Y/N easily found the rhythm as she pushed her hands into my chest but I caught her hand in mine as she grinned mischievously again, “Then I guess we better get to it.”

           I pulled on her hand again but this time turned her so her back was pressed against my chest and her ass pressed to my crotch. I pressed my lips to her shoulder and heard her laugh as I started to move with her body against mine.

           We spent the rest of the night going between dancing and drinking and talking with my band. Y/N didn’t leave my side again and I didn’t dare to take my eyes off of her, especially when she was dancing. My friends’ words were stuck in my head every time I looked at her and suddenly the flutter I got in my chest whenever I heard her laugh had a deeper meaning. Whenever I found myself longing to make her laugh and be the center of my attention, my explanation I gave myself was no longer just because I loved her as a friend.

           “You didn’t have to walk me to my door,” Y/N spoke softly after we climbed the flights of stairs that led to her apartment, just outside of her main campus.

           She slid the key into the lock and I rested against the wall while she rested against the doorframe, looking at me. “Are you sure you’re alright to drive home?” she asked quietly, careful not to wake the neighbors.

           “I’m just exhausted,” I promised her. We both didn’t drink a lot tonight but I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep lately because our band was slowly getting more popular within the universities in England. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and I reached up to touch the side of her neck, “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

           “It’s almost three, just stay the night.” She breathed out.

           It was a bad idea. Really, really bad. I was no where near drunk, not even tipsy, and we had spent the night together before but seeing as random feelings just popped up I didn’t think it would be a good idea. I started to argue but Y/N pulled on my hand and brought me inside, she shut the door and flicked the lock.

           “Is Roger Taylor nervous?” she teased gently. “Surely, the Roger Taylor isn’t nervous to spend the night at a girls apartment.”

           I chuckled and she took that as my giving in and turned around, taking off her heels in the darkness of her apartment. In less than ten minutes I was laying in her bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready for bed.

           She came into her bedroom and left the door slightly ajar and my eyes glued to her bare legs that snuck out from under cute little pajama shorts. With a sigh she crawled into bed and I lifted my arm, out of complete instinct, and watched as she curled up into my side. Her hand touched my bare chest and her head lay in the crook of my head.

           “Night, Roger.” She murmured, already half asleep.

           I kissed her forehead and felt her whole body relax and melt into mine, “Sweet dreams, love.”

[deanscroissant]

May the 11th is my last day of school and I can’t wait to get back into writing. I have three requests sitting in my drafts since OCTOBER and they still haunt me to this day.

[doubledeaky]

Take Your Time, Do it Right

Adult Tim Murphy!Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader

A/N: Hi! This was inspired by the S.O.S Band song of the same name and every post from @dr-tim-murphy so, go follow her! She’s a sweetie and is always supplying us with good Tim content. I hope I got Tim’s characterization at least a little bit right. As always, feedback is always very much appreciated! -macy:)

Summary: A long night at the office calls for a long night in the bedroom.

Word Count: 5,464 words 

Warnings: that good smut, cursing, and mentions of scars

Summer, your absolute favorite time of year. Most detest the almost blistering heat and constant sheen of sweat brimming their brows, but you love it. The long days, the blooming flowers that line every muddy ditch and street corner, the smell of coconut sunscreen and the sight of bright smiles under the glowing sun, everything. You could do without the excess sweat, but everything else, you feel you couldn’t live without.  

Today was a prime example of the perfect summer day. It’s mid-May, the sky is clear and a bright cyan hue, flowers perfume the air, and the shaded areas under billowing oak trees are populated by lounging adults and squealing children. You’re taking advantage of the weather, sitting idly with an easy smile on your white front porch swing. Your thin button-up shifts with the direction of the breeze and your bare feet graze the stained wood underneath them. This day would be absolutely perfect if a certain someone was home to enjoy it with you. 

Summers for you were usually very laid back. Most days were spent at home, working on your long list of commissions and enjoying maybe too many tall glasses of sugary pink lemonade. That was what you loved most about your occupation; life didn’t stop because your work, it only flowed in tandem. Unfortunately for Tim, the summer months meant long hours at the office, catching up on assignments and planning new ones for the coming fall. 

You couldn’t for the life of you decipher the system he worked under. Fall and winter carried an already rather large workload for him. Spring and summer, time reserved for a break, however, carried an even larger one. You assumed he took advantage of the excess hours of daylight this time of the year provided. Even if they didn’t, you knew Tim would still immerse himself in his work as if time were inexistent and the only material thing present were large stacks of monotonous notes and peer-reviewed journals. 

You admired Tim’s incredible work ethic but being a right-brained individual made it hard to comprehend every aspect of your left-brained boyfriend. You’re a creative, he’s an intellectual and it creates a usually harmonious balance. Only, you wish he’d sometimes break the cycle. 

You would never stand in the way of his work, but it was certainly tempting to coerce him abandon it of his own accord. You were content waiting for him though, peacefully swaying with the rhythm of the cushioned swing, your mind swirling with ideas and concepts for new pieces. Like Tim, work for you never stopped, the process was just slightly unique. 

After two hours of mindlessly soaking up the sun’s rays, you decided to call it a day and retire to your makeshift art studio. The “studio” was actually the small spare room in your and Tim’s house, but it was enough. Your current commission sat quietly in the corner, only the first layer of paint coating its surface. You stared at it, noting every detail you’d like to add in the future, envisioning how the final result would look. This was one of your favorite aspects of the trade, the imagination it took to master the creative process of art. You could easily sit unbothered for hours and just paint the images flowing within your busy mind, bringing them into this world with just the stroke of your brush. The passion you had for your work was reflected if not outmatched by Tim’s, and that is why you allow him to run free, it’s where he flourished. 

You ran your fingertips over the raised areas of dry paint, its varied texture strangely calming you. The painting was coming out just as you’d envisioned and there was no feeling just as satisfying, unless you count the sound of Tim’s keys unlocking the splintered front door. You grinned, absentmindedly wiping your hands on your paint-stained apron as you skipped excitedly into the front room. You flopped down quickly onto to the worn couch, trying to look nonchalant, as if you weren’t waiting up for him. The sunlight still seeping through the heavy blinds told you the day was either still fairly young or it was nearing eight in the evening. 

Tim made a good bit of noise as he entered the house. You could hear his briefcase knocking against the walls and a heavy stack of papers slamming against the small table that greets everyone when they walk into your home. You tried to mask your giggle as Tim continued to clamber and curse as he moved towards the living room, his characteristic clumsiness always amusing to you. He finally made it to the room where you were sat, and his face immediately let you know how his day went. His cheeks were bright red, his brows were furrowed and rimmed with sweat and a scowl was present on his usually sweet face. You wrung your hands, quickly trying to determine how you would make him feel better. You stood as he sat, one of his hands immediately came up to pinch the bridge of his nose and a low groan escaped his lips as he slumped further on the couch. You grinned sympathetically at your overworked boyfriend, and sank to your knees before him, trailing both hands over his strong upper thighs in an attempt to comfort him. 

“Bad day?” You asked, your head lolling to the side lazily, eyes scanning over his stiff frame upon what was the most comfortable couch in the known world. 

He groaned in response, his eyes visibly clenched tight under the hand covering them, evident in the faint crinkles running outward from his amber eyes. Your hand came to rest on his left knee, cheek coming down to lay atop the other. You could see the smallest semblance of a grin on his lips and he finally removed the hand from his face, moving it down to cover your own on his knee. 

“That would be an understatement.” He sighed, his free hand running through his flame-red hair, knocking the glasses perched atop his head to the sofa. He picked them up and tossed them in the direction of coffee table, relaxing minutely as he sat back on the couch, smile growing as he took in your features. You returned his fond gaze and lifted your head, thumb drawing circles over his clothed knee cap. 

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked softly, standing to sit down next to him. He immediately wrapped an arm around you, work Tim quickly melting into domestic Tim in your presence. 

It had taken you a while to win Tim’s complete trust, even longer to break through the nearly impenetrable walls he’d built over the years. It had been frustrating, sometimes exhausting, and you often wondered what it was about him that willed you to put yourself through this hell. Then, he showed you why. He was driven and incredibly determined in every aspect of his life. He wanted to make the relationship work and was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. You were taken aback, never in your life had you seen someone so steadfast in all aspects. Tim’s seemingly unyielding determination made you stronger. You wanted to make it work too. You’d be the first to admit that if Tim wasn’t in your life, something would certainly be missing. So, you two took the plunge and it’s a decision you would never take back or change in any way.

 Your relationship with Tim has been the most beautiful year and a half of your life and your glad you didn’t allow yourself to give up, which you were notorious for in the past. Tim changed you; before, if things automatically didn’t go your way or work perfectly, you’d give up and assumed it wasn’t worth your time or energy. Now, nothing could stop you and every obstacle you encountered was just a challenge, not a hinderance. You are forever grateful that Tim didn’t give up on you and never would. 

He shook his head softly, moving a strand of hair from your forehead. “No, I already have so much work to do over the weekend. Just wanna be with you.” He grinned, his pink cheeks indicating he was seemingly embarrassed by his previous statement. 

You had this effect on him often. You never failed to reduce him to a smitten, blushing mess. Tim had never been so enamored with an individual, he’d never felt such an overwhelming love. When he thought or talked of you, he couldn’t but smile. His male coworkers always gave him shit for it, prodding him with their bony elbows and sending him sly smirks, saying he was whipped or that you had him wrapped around your little finger. Tim could never defend himself though, because it was true. Smitten couldn’t describe how he felt about you true justice. 

You grinned at his words, hiding your face in the material of his navy blazer and he couldn’t stop the soft laugh that escaped him. He poked your shoulder to try and bring you out from hiding, giving you a gentle smile as he laid his head back.

“Tell me about your day.” He breathed, settling himself further into your warmth. Your hand came up to run through his mussed hair as you organized the events of your day to relay back to him. Tim always wanted to know about your day, and it always surprised you. No man had ever cared so much about the seemingly mundane activities of your life.

“Just worked on a few commissions and enjoyed the pretty weather. Missed you a ton.” You explained, smiling as you finished your sentence. He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head as if the tail end of your first sentence was unbelievable. He lifted his head and looked to you, as if to confirm that you were finished talking.

“I don’t know how you could enjoy this day. It’s so unbelievably hot.” He groaned, fanning himself dramatically. You giggled, standing up, stumbling slightly as you did. 

“I love it. You would too if you didn’t wear sweaters and slacks every day.” You joked, motioning a hand towards his outfit. He narrowed his eyes and gave you his signature pout.

“It’s part of the uniform, Y/N. If I could wear beat up grandpa shirts and jean shorts to work every day, I would.” You gasped, turning towards him and placing a defensive hand over your chest.

“It’s not my fault I chose a fun job.” You joked, falling down on the cushion beside him, giggling as you did. He feigned offense, placing his own hand over his chest. 

“My job is fun.” He defended, blinking wildly in disbelief. 

“To you.” You reminded, pointing a paint-stained finger in his direction. He grabbed it softly and kissed the pad of it, the sentiment effectively melting your heart. He sighed, sitting back into the couch again and rolling his shoulders, his eyes clenched tight in discomfort. The sound of faint popping and cracking making you crinkle your noise in disgust. 

“Well, it really isn’t fun right now. The work load is killing me.” He said, rubbing his left shoulder as he did. You gave him a pout, sitting up to place a sweet kiss to his warm cheek. It grew warmer at the contact and he suddenly seemed shy. His demeanor made your heart swell; he was still the meek, flustered man you’d bumped into at the local record store nearly two years ago. 

“Why don’t you take a break?” You asked softly, giving him your best pleading gaze. He laughed and looked down, the small gap in his teeth not going unnoticed by you as he smiled. Another thing you absolutely adored about him. 

“That’s what I’m doing now.” You rolled your eyes playfully and snuggled into his side, the scratchy material of his shirt making you shiver uncomfortably. 

“No, like a proper break. Just a few weeks of no dinosaurs.” His eyes widened, the words that left your mouth seemingly foreign to him. 

“I-I don’t think I can do that. Boss will be pissed.” He stumbled, a nervous energy suddenly overtaking him. No matter how much Tim detested some of the work he was assigned, he would never leave it incomplete. He’d die before he let himself slack off. 

“C’mon, Tim,” you pleaded, hand gripping his arm and yanking it like a toddler. “You practically run your department. There’s no reason you wouldn’t be allowed to take just a few weeks off.” You reasoned, using your useless minor in speech to argue your case. He still seemed unconvinced but didn’t look completely against the idea. He knew he needed a break, and he knew your judgement was especially sharp in this area. He threw the idea around in his head for a moment, your big doe eyes not helping him to decide against it. 

“I’ll ask.” He finally said in mock defeat, smiling wide as you celebrated with a small sound of glee. You pulled him up with all your strength and spun him around.

“I’ll be holding you to that, Tim Murphy-Hammond. You’re in dire need of a break, and your girlfriend is in dire need of you.” You warned jokingly, still smiling wide. Tim’s cheeks were burning red and it was only then that you recalled your accidental innuendo. You smacked his arm softly with a playful glare.

“Don’t be such a guy.” He let out a shaky laugh, his eyes appreciating the sight of you in only worn, extremely thin and reveling painting clothes. You chastised him with a pointed look, sticking your tongue out as you gestured towards your shared bedroom. 

“Go change, dinosaur boy. I’ll wash my blue hands and then we’ll put on a movie. Summer break starts now.” You shouted as you retreated into the kitchen. Tim smiled, already pulling his blazer off, immediately feeling cooler, wondering why he hadn’t done this when he’d first gotten back. 

When Tim returned in a more casual pair of sweats and a university t-shirt, you were already sat on the couch, a few DVDs scattered in front of you. Tim went to sit down next to you, but you stopped him before he could. 

“Wait, I was thinking since you’re so stressed at work and I’m here doing art projects,-” he laughed, and your cheeks grew hot, “-I could treat you to a massage.” You finished, wriggling your fingers at him as you did. 

His eyes widened, you’d never offered him a massage and just the thought of you touching him in such an intimate way sent heat to his lower stomach. He nodded softly and you smiled, directing him to sit on the floor in the space between your legs. He did so slowly, his cheeks burning as he settled in front of you, your thighs almost like a barrier between him and everything else. He noticed a faint smear of yellow paint on the inside of your right thigh and he almost brought his fingers up to brush against it but resisted. You brushed your hair away from your face and got comfortable, even dramatically cracking your knuckles which made Tim laugh sweetly.

“Wanna take your shirt off, Mr. Scientist?” Tim seemed taken aback before he remembered you’d seen him shirtless before. 

He pulled it off slowly and somehow, he felt more vulnerable than any other time he’d been shirtless in front of you. In this position, you could see every scar, every freckle, the closely cropped hair at the back of his neck, the tiny birthmark at the top of his spine, everything you usually couldn’t and you relished in it. You hesitated before placing your hands on both of his shoulders, hoping he wouldn’t notice how clammy there were. He sighed loudly, the simple touch already reducing him to a mere puddle. You were surprised at how tight his muscles were and how easily you could tell. You experimentally pressed a thumb softly into the flesh of his left shoulder and he inhaled sharply, craning his next to the right. You enjoyed the affect your simple actions had on him and felt a rush of confidence as you leant closer to him, your breasts nearly touching the back of his head. 

“Oh, baby. You’re so tense.” You sighed, pressing your fingertips into the tight muscles of his shoulders, eliciting a small moan from the man. You smirked, satisfied with the reaction you were receiving and continued, increasing and decreasing pressure over the expanse of his shoulders and upper back. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, head lolling back into your lap, eyes closed in ecstasy. You giggled, smoothing your hands over the skin, noting particular freckles that caught your eye. 

“My baby’s so stressed.” You cooed, bringing your hands up to rake through his copper hair, grinning as you watched his eyes disappear into his skull. 

He whimpered, legs shaking and hands gripping the material of his sweats to ground himself. You leant down and placed a kiss upon his slightly sweat forehead, smiling as you continued your ministrations, watching every small movement of his face intently. Every time you noticed him bring his lower lip between his teeth, furrow his brows, or let out a small noise the heat in your lower belly grew and you restrained the urge to drag him into the bedroom. You decided teasing him would be enough to satiate you for now and brought up one hand to haphazardly unbutton your shirt in an attempt to cool down. Tim didn’t notice you toss the paint-covered shirt to the side, your fingers dancing over his shoulders the only thing his mind could register. 

“Can’t believe how much work they’re making you do, my love. You definitely need a break.” He nodded, swiping his tongue over his lower lip, his throat suddenly too dry to speak. You smirked, shifting in your sheet as the tension in your gut grew slightly uncomfortable. 

“You look so beautiful like this, Tim.” You praised, and he drank it up, whimpering softly at the praise. 

He really did, his eyes were shut so delicately, long lashes resting atop his cheekbones, lips parted, face relaxed; the only word to describe his appearance being ethereal. He suddenly turned, effectively stopping your actions, and your eyes widened slightly in surprise. His eyes were hooded and what could be seen under them were lust-blown irises. You couldn’t help but lean down and press a heated kiss to his parted lips and his hand came up to grip your thigh, his touch needy. 

“Do you mean that?” He breathed as he pulled away hesitantly, his eyes still lazy but his voice serious. 

You were confused for a moment until you realized he was asking if you actually thought he was beautiful. Your heart swelled nearly two sizes, pressing against your ribs painfully. You nodded frantically, hands gripping both sides of his face, your breathing intermingling with his due to the close proximity. 

“Every word.” You breathed, returning his lips to yours, as if the absence of his touch would kill you. 

Both of his hands were on your thighs now and he slowly began to lift himself from the floor, pulling you with him, careful not the break the heated kiss. Now you were both stood in the middle of the living room, shirtless and out of breath. Tim quickly realized you’d abandoned your shirt and his hands trembled at his side, aching to touch you. You grinned, wrapping your arms around his naked waist and pressing a chaste kiss to the skin below his ear.

“Go on, baby. Touch me.” He didn’t hesitate, bringing both hands up to cup your breasts, his head falling into the crook of your neck where he was quick to press kisses to the skin there. 

You whimpered, nearly tripping over your own feet as you clenched your thighs together to relieve the intense pressure in your core. The bulge in Tim’s pants pressing against your lower stomach told you that he was in the same boat, but it didn’t little to ease the ache. You desperately gripped the skin of his upper back, silently communicating to him what you wanted. It took him a moment to understand but he finally registered your plea and began to slowly walk backwards towards the bedroom, turning from you for only a moment to open the door, the both of you almost falling into the room. You were both giggling like two drunk teenagers and it reminded you of why you loved Tim so much. Everything with him was so easy, everything was always so beautiful and happy. Even now as he desperately presses kisses to your collarbones and sternum, your chest is tight and you’re genuinely giddy, like a middle-schooler with a silly crush. You yearn to always be near him and every interaction with him is cherished. Every aspect of your life without Tim is empty, but wherever he’s present is so pure and good. Like a garden in full bloom under the giving sun, your fondness of him grows ever so bright when he’s around

“You’re so beautiful. God, I’m so lucky.” He breathes, drinking in your appearance with a quick once over. 

You hardly hear him, but you don’t have to, his expression says all you need to hear before you join him where he’s sat on the edge of the bed. You make yourself comfortable in his lap, just admiring him for a moment. His close-mouthed smile, so lazy and lop-sided. It makes him look so boyish but still so beautiful. The scar that runs through his left eyebrow, severing one half from the other. The freckles sprinkled just below his eyes and over his nose. The faint smile lines and wrinkles between his brow that you could kiss all day. It all makes him so Tim. All these things are so characteristic to him that on anyone else it only screams Tim to you. 

“I’m the lucky one here.” You laugh, cupping his face gently in both hands, thumbs running over the scarred slope of his left cheekbone. He shakes his head but smiles, his own hands gripping your hips tightly, the calloused texture sending shockwaves throughout you. 

“I know I won’t be able to win this argument so I’m not even gonna try.” You laugh and nod, knowing just how accurate he is. 

“S’okay, my dear. You’ve never won any argument between us so what’s one more.” You joke, leaning into his chest as you laugh. 

He gives you a playful eye-roll, biting his lip to suppress a smile. You let out a sigh and grin when you feel him press a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand moving to run up and down your arm. You mirror his actions, kissing your way up the slope of his shoulder, being particularly delicate over any scar in your path. He breathes out a gentle sigh of contentment, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his heated skin. 

In previous relationships, Tim struggled with physical contact. He was afraid, be it of rejection or repulsion. He was just afraid of their reaction, so he was very hesitant going into a relationship with you. He liked you so much and was afraid that seeing him in his most vulnerable state would push you away. 

On the contrary, seeing him that way only drew you closer and Tim had never felt that. He’d never had someone completely disregard any and all flaws to just be with purely him. It was beautiful, and the feeling has never gone away. 

“Can I take these off?” Your sweet voice suddenly snapped him out of a seemingly trance-like state and he nodded frantically at your request. 

“Please.” He choked out, his legs beginning to tremble as you eased the material over his legs. 

“Relax, baby. It’s me.” You reassure, removing your shorts before climbing back into his lap. His chest is rising and falling fast but your touch calms him, like it always does. He sometimes has to remind himself that it’s you he’s with now, no one else. Not the people who’ve hurt him, just you.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, any other words halting in his throat as you start to move against his lap. You lose yourself for a moment, shamelessly grinding against him, only pulled back down to earth by the whines and whimpers falling from Tim’s parted lips.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He groans, his hands expertly guiding your movements. 

Amidst the chaos, you reach behind yourself, unclasping and pulling off your bra in one swift motion. Tim has really never gotten used to the sight of you nearly naked and he’s impossibly hard underneath you. You whine desperately, the friction finally easing the ache between your legs. Tim boldly grips your hips and flips you onto the bed, his knee between your thighs nearly pulling a scream from you. You could tell Tim was really wound up. He was usually so gentle and soft but his demeanor now was something you could get used to. 

“Someone’s eager.” You joke, but your laugh is cut short when Tim places his pointer finger right over your clothed clit, pressing on it. You squirm, your breathing picking up as he increases pressure. 

“Please, Tim.” You whine, moving your hips to generate some type of friction. He grins, satisfied knowing he can have a similarly debilitating effect on you. 

“Someone’s eager.” He mocks, holding you down by one hip, keeping his finger in one place and effectively torturing you. 

You groan and grip his shoulders, digging your nails into the flesh there. He hisses and finally decides to hook both index fingers under the elastic of your underwear, pulling them down at an agonizing pace, his eyes never leaving yours. A pained sigh of relief escapes you as he flings the material to the side and nestles himself between your thighs, resting his head on your lower tummy, just admiring you, his hand running up and down your side. You grip at the roots of his hair, silently begging him to stop torturing you and he complies, hoisting your legs over his shoulders and delving in without hesitation. Your mouth gapes in a silent cry as his tongue circles your clit and you bite down hard on your lip as he nips lightly at the bud. 

“Fuck, Tim. Don’t stop.” You gasp, your grip on his hair growing tighter, the groans leaving his mouth only adding to the pressure in your gut. 

The coil within you is sizzling hot and pulled taut, on the brink of snapping. Tim can tell, the way your clenching around nothing, your hips unable to remain still as they grind roughly on his face. He’s looking up at you through thick lashes, taking in your pleasure-distorted features and somehow growing harder, rutting against the mattress to relive the pressure in his lower stomach. Your breathing becomes labored and Tim knows you’re nearly there so, he stops. A strangled cry of frustration leaves you, nearly sobbing at the loss of contact. Your peak fades into the distance and you sit up, giving him a pout as he peels away his boxers, all your anger dissipating as you take him in. 

He’s coated in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles rippling and contracting under his skin, breathing labored and shaky, and eyes focused on only you. He’s beautiful and you know you’ve told him so many times, but it’ll never be enough. He notices your staring and feels the tiniest tinge of insecurity but pushes it down, opening his arms and gesturing for you to come closer.

“C’mere.” He mumbles, eyes hooded, and grin fucked out. You oblige, crawling towards him on all fours towards him, pulling a groan deep from his chest.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am?” He sighs, pulling you back into his lap. You smile, your bent legs settling on either side of his hips.

“You may have mentioned it before?” You joke, running a finger over his lower lip which is stretched into an adoring smile. 

He breathes out a laugh and brings down a hand to cup your ass, humming appreciatively as he does. For a moment, you both just gaze fondly at one another, smiling lazily and blinking slowly, high off of each other alone. Then you remember the uncomfortable heat in your belly and roll against Tim’s lap, the tip of his cock running through your folds. Tim stutters out a gasp and grips your ass harder to stop you, afraid he’ll cum from this alone. You whine and wrap your arms around him, your bare breasts pressing against his heaving chest.

“Please, fuck me. Please, Tim.” You whine, lips pressing hot kisses to his throat, the sensation making his eyes flutter closed.

He regains composure though, leaning against the headboard to gain better leverage. You move with him and grip his cock gently, Tim seizing all movement as you line him up with your entrance. You look to him and both have a mutual moment of agreement before you sink down on him, both of you letting out desperate moans. 

“Shit, you’re tight.” He hisses, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. 

“Fuck, Tim.” You squeak as your hips meet his. He’s buried to the hilt, fully within you now. 

He’s big, but he’d never let you convince him that he’s nothing more than average. Even when his cock has you screaming his name, he pins it down to technique rather than size and it always make you giggle. After adjusting, you lift your hips just a few inches and sink back down, gasping as you do. It had felt like an eternity since you’d felt him and the stretch you were experiencing is indicative of that. Tim watches your movements intently, mouth agape as you move softly above him. The feeling of your walls engulfing his cock is bringing him closer to the edge faster than he’d care to admit. You place your hands on his chest for support and pick up a steady rhythm and when he thrust up to meet your movements its almost punishing. 

“F-fuck, Tim. I’m close.” You moan, arms trembling, mere moments away from collapsing. 

“Me too, baby doll.” Tim groans out, hands keeping your hips in place as he takes full control, his thrusts bringing you closer and closer. Your arms give out and you rest fully on his chest, moaning in tandem with him as you feel your peak nearing. Tim’s rhythm is growing sloppy and you know he’s close. You lift your head to connect your lips with his and bring a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, almost screaming into Tim’s mouth. You pull away, fully panting as Tim picks up speed. He locks eyes with you, the intensity of his gaze almost blinding.

“Cum with me, doll. Cum for me.” He groans, his pace beginning to noticeably stutter. You nod, mouth agape in a silent moan as you clench uncontrollably around him, gasping his name as you do. 

“Tim, fuck.” You breathe, still overcome by your orgasm. 

Your walls clenching around him is enough to push him over the edge and he cums with a low groan and cry of your name. His thrusts slow until he stops, still sheathed within you as you both attempt to level your breathing. You press a kiss to his chest, eyes closed in bliss, perfectly content in your current position. Tim’s hands are running softly over your upper arms and he’s smiling wide. 

Once you’re calm and growing a bit sensitive, you lift your hips and he aids your efforts by pulling out, both of you hissing at the sensation. You quickly resume your position and rest your head atop his chest, hand right above his heart. You’re both quiet, just listening to each other’s breathing. 

Tim’s chest then suddenly rattles with laughter, you look up to him in pure confusion and maybe slight amusement.

“What?” You ask, half-laughing but still confused. He smiles at you with just the smallest glint of mischief in his honey-colored eyes. 

“I’ll definitely be asking for vacation days after this.” He quips, gesturing to the space between your sweaty bodies. You gape and smack his chest playfully before laying back down on it. You smile and close your eyes, feeling sleep inch its way over you. 

“You better.” You yawn, snuggling further into his warmth. He laughs softly and for the third time that night, he remembers how lucky he is to have you in his life. 

no taglist for smut, my guys. hope that's cool -macy:)

[mightyfineblog]

‘Touch My Body’ Ben Hardy x Rami Malek x Reader

Summary: Ben Hardy x Female Reader x Rami Malek. She is his girlfriend. One time at dinner she gets swirled up in an adventurous rendezvous with both.

Words: 3K

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT and more SMUT, this is a three way kinky fuckery.

Here is it. Enjoy:

You have been the happiest girl on earth. Having a lovely, caring and gentle boyfriend such as Ben, you felt blessed from the heavens. Ben was the biggest gentleman you’ve met, always putting you first, always asking you what you like, where you want to go, doing everything he can to please you.

You’d wait for him to finish filming day on ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, just so you could spend every minute together.

Some nights, he’d be too tired to lift a finger, others, he’d come back full of sexual energy, ready to get some straight on the doorstep. You tried you best to keep it interesting for him. Most times he’d take his sweet time with you, but there were times, when he’d just dominate over you and you’d comply, no questions asked.

You’d even roleplay, it seemed very appealing to you, when he’d come from set, full on Roger Taylor, cocky behaviour, sly smile. And then you’d pretend to be his groupie, a wild fan, at his mercy.

Often, when you’d finish work and you’d know Ben would be on set until late at night, you’d go over there. Everybody knew you after a few weeks of casually hanging around. Especially the boys cast, Joe, Gwilym and Rami, adored you. Talkative, joking, they always used to say “Thank God, Ben brought his girlfriend over, she is the lightest person to talk to, very helping with stress on set”.

Today was one of those days. Straight after work, your first stop was the studios.

“Hello, boys! Busy day today, huh?” You cheer on the entrance of a trailer, where they are all sat around, trying to put it together.

“Y/N!” Ben jumps to you and brings you inside. “Missed you so much today, baby!” he pecks your nose. He lounges on the sofa and situates you in his lap, your feet hanging over Rami’s, and your back to Gwilym. Joe is opposite you in an armchair.

“I wish I could contemplate, but there three dickheads aren’t even close to the real thing!” Rami exclamates, clearly staying in role. You giggle. “Mr. Mercury’s not fucking around today, is he?” you look at the boys faces. They all just shake their heads and sigh.

“I am happy.” Ben bites his lip “I got my baby right here” he squeezes you gently. “There isn’t anything I would want to do, than this, being here with you. All of you lads, you’re a fam already to me.”

“Hmm, you sure ‘bout that, princess?” Ben presses close to your ear, you don’t respond. “I could remember you swearing my name, how good I make you feel, baby.” He nibbles at your ear and neck. You giggle and flutter your legs a little up in Rami’s nose. He lifts a brow to you and you catch his graze, while Ben's face is buried in your neck. “Hmm” you pull gently away, you cup his cheeks “Well that’s something between you and I.” 

“Isn’t that right, Rami?” you give him a sharp look.

“Oh you two! I swear Ben catches a very Roger temper lately, gets down to you to relive his frustrations from the role. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” he bites back at you.

“Good one, Malek” you admit and wink at him. Roger pulls in closely for a kiss, his hand rested on your lower back and the other traveling from your knee to your thigh.

“just go to your own trailer!” Joe snaps at you both.

Ben holds you in his arms, as he stands up and carries you to the door “Damn right, I am. Toodles”

At his own trailer, he places you like a piece of fine glass on the bed and hovers over you, his knee parts your legs. You pull him for a wee kiss, which turns into a hot make out session. His knee travels higher up you, and you involuntarily let out a small moan.

“Already, moaning? Haven’t even started with you yet” he cocks his head.

“Ben…” you hand traveled from his neck to his bare chest, gently stroking under his necklace “I love it when you are dressed like that. It does something to me... seeing you in 80s outfit, your chest sweaty and God, the faces you make while banging those drums.” He goes to suck on your jawline and under your chin. “And, fuck baby, when I look at you and the boys in those outfits, I swear you make my knees weak.” You squeak when he sucks on your sweet spot on your collarbone.

“Your smell, baby! It works like a spell on me, every time I inhale you” a sly smile on your lips. His gives you a few more hot kisses, while his hand creeps down to your jeans patting gently at between your legs. In which you whimper quite surprised.

“Shh now, doll” he breaths in your ear “We don’t wanna people hearing you” his hand covers your mouth. You decide to drive him crazy, and start to lick and suck on his palm, which alone makes his breaths hit the back of his throat.

“BEN HARDY!” bang on the door “BEN HARDY” another bang on the door.

He pulls away, jaw clenched. “Yes, I’m in here”

“You are late for your scene, come out NOW”

“Ugh, okay, okay! Jesus!” he grunts and stands up.

“Aw, don’t fuss now Ben, we’ll finish this at home” you wink at him as he walks out, leaving you all hot and bothered.

Later this week, Ben asked you to go to a nice restaurant on Friday night, with him and the boys, everybody would bring a date. Obviously you jumped at the idea, because it meant, a cute dress and heels, some makeup, a hairdo.

On Friday afternoon after work, you hurry to a nice bath. A good pamper, helped you relax your tense muscles. Then you slipped on a glitzy bardot dress. Hair on soft curls to the side, revealing your neck and earrings. Heels high and slim, were clicking on the floor. You took a moment or two to look at yourself in the full size mirror, totally admiring yourself, you didn’t notice Ben standing on the door frame, arms crossed in front, head rested to the side.

“Shit, you scared me Ben! How long, you’ve been creepin’ there?” you frown at him.

“Long enough to get drunk on your beauty. Let’s go, the others are waiting” his arm reaches to you.

At the restaurant you and Ben are sitting opposite Rami and his date, Gwilym and Joe with their dates on each side. Dinner was nice, you were genuinely having fun. A few glasses of Moet and you already felt a bit too funny about everything. Then you felt it, Ben’s hand palming your knee. You pat his a few times to reassure him to continue. As you passionately are debating with Rami on double standards in working conditions, you notice his eyes locked on your lips. From time to time, he gives a subtle lick. Meanwhile Ben’s hand travels up your thigh, massaging it. You pretend you don’t notice. In conversation, Rami slides a few more compliments, “Maybe it’s the wine” you convince your conscious about it. “Ben hasn’t protested about it, he just teases my mercilessly”.

As Ben continues to rub his thumb on the inside of your thigh, you gulp some more whine, feeling your wetness between your legs. Suddenly his thumb is all but pressing against your knickers and you shoot him a sharp look. “What you think you’re doing?” He lifts his other hand and orders some more champagne, “This bottle’s finished, we need a new one” he clears his throat. “Smoot” you whisper to his ear. His thumb, continues to draw circles around your wetness and you can’t help but exhale deeply pretending to stretch.

“You tired Y/N?” Rami cocks his head, from across the table. “Yeah, no, just, a long day” you murmur.

Ben’s movements speed up and you bury your head to his shoulder and whisper to him “Stop it, we’re in public! And fuck! Let’s leave now!” you purr. He chuckles and kisses your temple “Why? You don’t like it?”. “Ugh, please stop it, or finish it!” you whine. “Hmm, let’s see about that...” his head moves in Rami’s direction, your eyes follow and fall on his smirk. You notice his hand has disappeared under the table. Confused you turn to Ben again “What the fuck Ben?”

“If you are a good girl, I’ll let you come. All you have to do is look at Rami all the way down” he instructs you as his fingers tug your underwear to the side and insert a finger. You yelp and curse a little under your breath, slowly dragging your confused graze to Rami’s. He seems so concentrated, his eyes dark and lips pressed. You feel ashamed for a moment and turn to Ben again “Why? Does he know?”. He chuckles “Course he does, look at him, he’s a sucker for you right now”. You sip more champagne, and ben stops his movements and lifts hand to suck his fingers clean. Your face flushed and puzzled.

“The dinner tonight is lovely, isn’t that right?” Ben beams to everybody. Then you notice Rami’s date is long gone, Joe and Gwilym making their way out with their ladies and wave goodbye. It’s just you three left on the table. Ben’s fingers slide in again and he speaks without any hesitation “Your pussy is so lovely tonight, all wet and hot”.

Rami looks very busy now, both his hands are under the table and he seems very concentrated on him. Ben goes to continue his torture on your wet core and you completely freely let a few moans in response. After a few more, the knot in your stomach has build up close to your orgasm. “Ben” you whine. “Yes, baby?”, “I am so fucking close, fuck”. “Did you hear this Rami?”

“Sure did” he grunts across you. He yanks away his finger earning him a deep protest from you. “Now look at his face” Ben’s soft voice calms you from your almost high. Rami seems to be at his high, grunts and his head fall forward a little.

“You are so good Y/N” Rami smirks as he cleans his hands in the handkerchiefs on the table.

“I believe, the three of us should go for a drink at my place” Rami suggests.

“What do you say, love? Ben’s hungry eyes beg yours.

“Screw this, lets fucking go” determined you answer.

 At Rami’s flat, you are moving around a large studio living room, overlooking the city. Soft and seductive music playing in the background. Ben is lounging on a sofa, his eyes following every move of yours. Rami comes behind you and hands you a glass of martini, his hands slide off your shoulders, to your body, feeling every curve.

“This! Over there, is the Shard” He speaks softly in your ear as you look out of the window, casually leaning on the piano next to you. His other hand on your waist, moving your body slowly in the rhythm of the music.

“The far other side, you see the Tate Modern” his lips on your ear move to your shoulder.

Suddenly Ben is standing next to you and takes your glass, placing it on the piano. He slides himself on your other side. Now Rami is on your right and Ben on your left. Ben’s arm wrapped around your waist, while Rami is kissing your shoulder with the softest of kisses.

The music is intoxicating, it makes you move with it, grinding to each side of the boys. Ben gently turns you towards him by your shoulders and gives you a lazy kiss on the lips. Rami’s hands on your waist grinding together, lips on your back.

Hands sliding the dress off your shoulders, you turn to Rami to taste his lips for the first time. After a while your dress is on the floor and the three of you grind slowly to the music. You then step out and confidently leave the boys a few steps ahead, taking sip from your martini. “Ben, kiss him, like you’d kiss me…” you wriggle the cherry in your mouth. Standing in all lacy underwear and high heels.

Rami’s hands cup Ben’s face as he pulls him in for a deep kiss, making you hiss at the show.

“What’s next, girl boss?” Ben lifts a brow eagerly.

“Take each other’s clothes off. But, slowly and in rhythm.” You confidently command enjoying your drink.

Rami’s hands slide off Ben’s blazer and with kisses down his chest, unbuttons his shirt. Ben does the same. You moan at the view and can’t help but move carefully closer. Situating between their bodies, you move to the beat, their hands all over your body.

Pulling away you dominate the situation, “Lead to the bedroom” you cock your head to Rami. “At your command” he takes your hand and leads, you hold Ben’s.

At the bedroom, you lay on the bed and spread yourself on the black satin sheets. The dimmed lights allow the city lights to gleam over your body. “Take off my heels” with low sultry voice you instruct. Each takes each shoe, taking their sweet time to admire your perfect legs.

“Ben, Rami. Tell me what you want to do to me” you smirk at them.

They pop on elbow at each side of you as you stare at the ceiling – huge mirror, overlooking the whole bedroom.

“Will fuck you from behind, while you grind against him” Ben speaks first. You bite your lip.

“But, not before WE please YOU first” Rami blinks seductively.

“Let’s get it on then” you nod, and start to get up, but Ben gently stops you and pushes on to lay on your back. “Let us, baby” Rami confirms.

Ben starts to trace kisses from your jaw, to your collarbone to your breasts. Rami massaging your arms, shoulders and neck, relaxing you further. Ben unhooks your bra and tosses is away, he starts playing with one nipple, while Rami takes on the other. All you are able to do it stare up and enjoy the sight. Before you know it, you’re panting. Rami goes down and lifts your bum up, while Ben slides your knickers off. Ben occupies your thigh and places kisses, licks and sucks, while Rami spreads your legs wide open and gives you a harsh lick collecting your juices from your hot entrance. He lifts his head up and savours, then turns to Ben “Come and taste her” Ben licks his lips clean, all between your legs front of your dripping heat. “Fuck, baby, you taste even better, when all on him” Ben’s voice is deep and low. Rami then leans in and starts sucking your clit keeping a good speed. Ben moves to your head and kneels. He lifts your head places is on his knees, while massaging your breasts and giving you small bites every now and then.

You grasp for air, when Rami inserts a finger inside of you and twirls is experimentally. He is quick to find your sweet spot, and he knows it from the way you squirm every time he touches it. You are a moaning mess, when Bens kisses you upside down, movie style to silence you.

You feel it building up in your stomach and ache your back “Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop, please” you beg. Rami inserts a second finger, while his lips suck on your clit.

“Show him baby, show Rami how you do it” Ben’s jaw is clenched.

His words push you over the edge and you let a loud scream and your body shakes. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body exploding.  After a while when you come to your senses, you find Ben and Rami grinding to each other, “Take off your pants” you command “and underwear”

You purr at their hard cocks. “Rami, lay on your back” and he complies. You straddle him, your clit rubbing his erected cock. Ben situates himself behind you. “May I now, baby?” Ben asks, “Granted Ben!” you announce as he slides his length all the way in you. He grunts “Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock, baby, such a good girl” he leans to your neck. Rami’s eyes close as your pussy rubs his cock to his stomach with each movement of Ben. Your hands stretched to support yourself on Rami’s chest. He is grunting, panting, silently cursing. Ben whispers in your ear, what slutty little baby doll you are for him as he hits you from behind you moan. Soon you feel Rami’s cock twitching under your throbbing clit and you know he is close.

“Come Rami, I want to see your cum on my chest” you encourage and he doesn’t last any longer, and shoots straight on your bouncing breasts “Fuck Y/N, you’re so good” he praises you and you smirk.

Same time, Ben’s movements get sloppy and you know he’s close. “Baby, fuck, I’m so close, can I…”

“No! Hold it” you slide off him. “I want to watch you cum on Rami, your lips tremble. He complies. You give his length a few strokes and he shoots his load all over Rami, even got some on his mouth. Sweaty and flushed he rolls beside Rami and both pant for a while. Rami licks his lips and moans by Ben’s taste.

“This is fucking awesome” Ben admits after all you calm down.

“Told ya” Rami’s smirking.

“I’m going for a shower, who’s joining me?” Your sultry voice suggests, as you give them a blink and walk away.

[queenlifesupport]

Like Its Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #2

A/N: This is shitty and I apologize, the original part 2 deleted itself and I had to re-write it :) so here it is!! Hope you all enjoy!

PART ONE IF YOU MISSED IT!  WARNINGS : Sex again, Language, Unprotected Sex.  WORDS : 3,084 (might have typos because i’m a tired bitch)

"Never." He called back, I giggled slightly at his answer. He now stood at the doorway, a towel around his waist. "I'm being serious, stay for like a week." I was confused. We met yesterday, hooked up, and now he wants me to stay for a week? And I'm actually considering it.

"You've got to be joking. Why?"

"Why not? I really like you, I think we could have fun, and I can take care of you." He shrugged as if it was nothing. I was speechless at the thought of staying with, having nights like the one we just had. I will admit it doesn't sound too bad.

"Fuck it, why not." I was shocked at my own response, but it was the truth, fuck it.

"Amazing, but we do have to bring it up with my roommate." Shit his roommate, was he here all night?! Did he hear us? Oh god I hope not. "He won't care though, if anything he'll think you're cute and for sure want you to stay. He's been away visiting family anyways, he'll be in a good mood." He answered my question without me even needing to ask. Thank god. He stepped towards the circular bed that laid in front of a huge window that overlooked the sunny city.

"Hopefully he says yes." I shifted myself over so I left some more room for him to climb in. He allowed his towel to drop to the floor, accompanying me in the huge bed.

"You're gorgeous, especially in this light." I smiled, I was excited to try this out. He's been kind to me ever since I've gotten here, maybe he was luring me in to kill me, oh well, he was cute and interesting so it's worth it.

"When can we get my stuff?" We both laid on our sides facing each other and used our hands to support our head off the bed, the lighting in here was marvelous. The whole room glowed with natural light, everything about it felt happier. His eyes reminded me of an emerald stone that had just been found, a light layer of dirt along the edges reminding you of its purity, they were beautiful and took everything in you to not fall.

"We can go today if you really need to."

"Well - I need to get my work projects done, and extra clothes, along with the essentials like a toothbrush, etc."

"Quit your job, live here." That made me choke on my spit.

"Quit my job? Yeah right. I need to pay bills." He shrugged slightly once again. "Do you do this with all the girls you take home? Jump into major decisions the morning after fucking her brains out?" I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave him a little smirk. Damn he was cute.

"You're the first. You can have your own room if you'd like, or we can always share."

"I don't know why I'm actually considering this." I felt so weird. It was out of character to take someone to bed in the first night, beyond out of character to consider living with him. "How about a week at first, we can discuss further actions later."

"Sounds like a plan Miss Y/N. Still want to pick up your things?"

"We probably should."

We had just returned from the somber and boring base I call home, we assembled outfits for a wide range of events for we had no clue what was to come within our week. The loft was just as we had left it, the utensils and glass still laid on the kitchen floor, I knew we'd need to pick up the remains. Getting situated, I unpacked one of the two bags into the spare room, I attempted to push away the thoughts that tell me this is an absurd idea. I knew this was weird. My everyday life was boring, all I did was work until I had to take care of my needs, sleep, then do it all again. I needed to step out of character, and this was a huge step. A huge step is better than no step. Sighing as the last shirt was hung, I took the remaining bag to the bathroom in the hallway, overhearing the sound of Bens ringing phone in the kitchen. I ignored it, he was cleaning up in there so I knew he'd answer it on his own. The bathroom was well organized, I was suspecting clutter but to my surprise, most things were neatly packed away in the drawers. I left some of my things in the bag such as my makeup, perfume, and lotion, but neatly put away the rest. Emerging from the bathroom, Ben was about a foot away from the door but stopped when he saw me, clearing his throat.

"He's on his way from the airport, just so you know there's not much time." My heart skipped a beat, I just unpacked and prepared myself for a week, this could all easily be crushed. "Okay?" He tilted his head down slightly to peer at me through hooded eyes.

"Yeah, just let me get dressed." I had been wearing the same dress from last night since I had no change of clothes, but as of now I have extra outfits here so it wouldn't hurt to change into something more casual, and clean. This dress also smelled of alcohol, I would rather give off a different first impression.

"Mind if I join?" He winked playfully, all it did was give me thoughts of last night. I stepped up to him, pushing him in the chest playfully.

"You're gonna have to work harder than that." It was my turn to wink, I then went to the room in which I would stay.

"I didn't work too hard last night." I rolled my eyes.

Approximately 20 minutes passed since I've finished gathering myself together so I looked presentable, a bit of me was excited to meet Joe, who was highly talked about. I sat on the grey linen woven cushion that was coupled in front of the gas fire place in the living room of the flat, I ran my sweaty palms against my jeans in hopes to release any jitters. I heard the sound of keys jiggle against the metal doorknob, Ben was in the kitchen doing one final wipe down on the counter as Joe entered. Before he came to put his luggage down in the front room, he exchanged a quick hello with Ben, all I could do was sit there until he noticed me, he immediately did when he passed the couch.

"Uh - Hello?" His voice and face showed his confusion. I was expecting him to have an accent but he spoke like an American. Ben quickly came in to save me from the awkward situation, I had no idea what so say in response.

"Joe, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Joe, my roommate." Joe still looked at me confused, but now his eyes traveled me up and down before his face slightly rested. "You're probably wondering why she's here."

"Yeah, that's a good assumption." Joe laughed slightly, putting his hands to his sides, you could tell he was a little socially awkward, at least with me.

"This might sound crazy, but hear me out." Joe rolled his eyes with a smirk. I wonder if he was used to that sentence by now. "We met last night at the bar down the street, we talked for a few hours and she said she needed a place to stay for about a week because a pipe burst in her apartment. So being the kind gentlemen we are, I thought we could offer her a place to stay." Joe looked at Ben questionably. Both him and I knew that was bullshit, this was the result of a one night stand gone rouge. Joe looked like he was pondering the thought.

"Okay." Before grabbing his luggage, he shrugged slightly at our skeptical faces and then walked to the stairs and headed to what I supposed was his bedroom. Both Ben and I looked at each other, now it has been decided that this will happen, I will be staying with two strangers for a week. What the fuck.

"Hm - That was easy." He practically laughed out the sentence. I was still taking in the information.

"Well, what now?" Now that we had a week together, what to do was questionable. We could go to his room, we could continue last night. We can sit here and play a game. Go and make food. For now, I was almost a roommate so we could do anything. He looked around and licked his lips as his eyebrows furrowed.  

"Do you want to stay here or go out?" He now looked at me, making eye contact.

"Stay here, have you checked the weather?" He shook his head, now walking to a bookshelf that had what appeared to be board games.

"Mind if Joe joins us?" He looked back at me from a squatting position, holding a yellow box in his hand.

"Not at all."

We all sat near the leather ottoman, I placed myself on the floor, opposite from the couch Ben and Joe remained on. We were going to play Who In The Room but we settled on Never Have I Ever, but when you have done something, you're required to take a drink of the vodka in your cup.

"Okay, never have I ever gone to jail?" Joe talked cute, something about his voice was adorable. None of us took a drink, good thing to know I'm not in a room full of criminals.

"Never have I ever got fired from a job." Ben took a drink, I looked at him surprised. "Mister ambitious has gotten fired? How in the hell did that happen?" Joe chimed in after my question, apparently he's never heard the story either.

"Alright alright, I was working fast food and I absolutely hated it but I didn't want to say I quit. So I messed up every customers order and they eventually fired me."

"Weak." Joe practically read my mind.

"Well you guys aren't too interesting either. Also quit with the lame questions, never have I ever been the one tied up in bed." I slightly gulped, then took an embarrassed sip.

"Oh, so you're kinky? I can get on with that." Ben sent me a wink, what a dick.

"Whatever, it's Joes turn." I could feel my face beat bright red.

"Never have I ever hooked up with someone on the first night of meeting them." Well shit, both Ben and I took a drink at the same time, not daring to look at each other. The rest of the night was full of embarrassing questions and stories, and when we decided to end it, we were also pretty tipsy. Joe was really nice, I was surprised him and Ben were friends. Ben was also super cute, but very straight forward and gave off this confident atmosphere. Joe was gentler, it was hard to explain but I did like them both. In addition, Joe was hot too. It was around midnight and we all went to bed, I decided to sleep in a separate room tonight instead of with Ben because I didn't want Joe to suspect anything. I was afraid if he knew, he would kick me out. But Ben had an objection to this decision, of course, he kept saying that Joe wouldn't care.

"Come on, just come to my room for like an hour." Ben held my hips close to him while whispering in my ear, Joe was already upstairs but I was paranoid he'd walk into the hall and find me pinned against the wall, a hot mess.

"Ben, I told you not tonight." My small laugh probably convinced him otherwise. He pulled away to look at me. "Don't give me puppy dog eyes." He then proceeded to give me puppy dog eyes.

"We don't even have to have sex, I just want you there." After many 'pleases', he persuaded me to go with him. I had to admit, I was glad I was here. Since I got here, I've been treated amazingly. Once we entered his room and silently closed the door, we both crawled into the soft and slightly cold bed after we got undressed. "I enjoy having you around, and I can tell he does too." All was quiet but the hushed traffic outside.

"I enjoy being here." All I could imagine was what tomorrow would bring.

The sun blazed through the window, reflecting off the white decor in the room, which caused me to open my eyes. I didn't expect to fall asleep here, but looking back to last night, it was so warm in his embrace, even now I could fall asleep and drift away again. I could hear the man's light snores cuddled behind me, his strong arm was securely draped around my waist and brought a sense of security and bliss. I yawned, arching my back slightly, my eyes slightly widening when I felt a bulge against my ass.

"Ben?" I cleared my throat before talking, a slight grumble came from his mouth. "Ben."

"What?" He removed his arm in order to rub his eyes lazily.

"I think you have something you need to take care of." A confused hum came from his mouth, I laughed just a tiny bit before wiggling my ass. He groaned before holding my hips down.

"Don't." I felt the bed shift as he stood up to leave to the bathroom, I rose with him, following him to the destination. He placed himself in front of the mirror, running a hand through his hair. I stood near the doorway, leaning against the doorframe while looking at him. "I was thinking we could just chill out today, watch tv, I have fifa and stuff." Something about the sight of him was driving me slightly insane, his hair was messy, his budge poking through his boxers, his bare chest. I just want his head between my thighs again.

"I have a better idea on how we can start off this morning." I couldn't help but look him up and down, he was a piece of art. He smirked back at me, approaching me now.

"You're gonna have to work harder than that." He shot me a wink before grabbing his phone and sitting at the edge of the bed. My blood slightly boiled at him using my words against me from yesterday. I crossed my arms, again following him. I had a better idea. I stood in front of him, bending down to sit on my knees, getting comfortable in front of him, he peered at me from behind his phone screen, in response I gave him an innocent smile. Although he continued to look at me suspiciously, I decided to continue with my plan. I used my hand to softy massage his thigh. I could see his jaw clench, it only made me wetter. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

"Nothing Sir." I batted my eyelashes at him, moving my hand closer to the clear boner he had.

"Princess, I don't think you want to do that." He finally put his phone down, paying full attention to me.

"The beneficial thing about me being here is I can fuck you all the time." I moved my hand to his covered bulge. Rubbing it through the fabric, he reclined onto his extended arms. I grinned up at him, pulling down the hem of his bottoms, giving me access. I scooted nearer, inclining forward, letting my back curve as my face was inches from his dick. I utilized one hand to hold myself off the floor, and took the other one to give him a couple of strokes before I used my tongue to lick his delicate tip. His head tossed back, groaning unobtrusively. I kept on gazing toward him through hooded eyes, teasing him by just licking the top. My hand wrapped immovably around his shaft, pumping it in a synchronized pace. I felt one of his hands take a fistful of my hair, pushing my head down. He filled the vast majority of my mouth, I still used my hand to pump whatever I couldn't fit. He left his hand in my hair, directing my head in a bobbing motion, every so often pushing down as far as I could go, holding it for a few seconds before allowing me to come up.

"Stand up." He released his grip from my hair and waited for me to remove my suction. I slipped off, I didn't bother to wipe the droll off my chin. I stood, keeping eye contact with him. He used his hands to pull my panties down and pull me near. He scooted more on the bed, leaving room for my knees on the edge. I hooked my arm around his neck and used my free hand to guide him into me. I sank into his lap, feeling him inside me again was a consolation. He sat up, his hands laid on my hips, bouncing me slightly up and down. I attempted to not moan, biting into his shoulder as he continuously hit my g-spot.

"Fuck - Sir, right there." I quietly squealed out earning a grunt like chuckle. In the midst of pleasure, the sound of the door could be heard opening behind me. Ben cursed loudly before using his hands to cover whatever he could of my ass.

"I should probably knock next time." I scrunched my face at Joes voice, I knew this would fucking happen.

"Well - um, mate could you like leave so we can get decent?" Ben cleared his throat, also obviously embarrassed.

"Before I go, I wanted to let you know I wanted to talk you."

"We'll be out in a sec." I used my hand to cover my face although no one could see, this is the worst thing ever.

"No, just you." He began to shut the door before it opened it fully again. "Also, good morning Y/N. Hope you slept well." Then the door closed.

"Oh god." I laughed into his chest, still bright red from the interaction.

"I did not expect that to happen, maybe we should lock the door next time?" We both stood up, getting dressed, clearly still embarrassed. "Stay here as I go talk to him. Alright?"

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Welcome To New York - Ben Hardy x F!Reader - SMUT

Word Count: +/- 4.600

Warnings: Reader is bisexual. Smut, Unprotected sex (you know the deal...), just a little bit kinky?, strong language. +18

Summary: Ben is late to a New York party and Reader meets Assia while waiting for him. They decide to try and make him jealous ...

A/N: Okay I’ve tried something new with this one. Wanted it to be kinkier at first but I think I’m just too fluffy idk. Please tell me what your think !

MASTERLIST

You could feel the electricity in the hair tonight. There was something special about being here in the Big Apple for the holidays. You had just spent Christmas with your family and it had been exhausting, it was the first time your boyfriend and you had gone through this together. Things had gone real well and you felt like it had been a big step in your relationship. You had had time to his family better and yours had completely fell in love with him. It was twice as much joy, food but also noise and not much alone time. You were delighted to spend these last few days of the year just with him, away from all the worry of your daily life across the Pond. It wasn’t often that you had time just for the two of you.

Of course, coming to New York also meant spending time with Ben’s friends. You liked them a lot and you loved how much this little group of actors had bonded behind the spotlights, and stayed friends even after the end of the film. In fact, you had let them have a little reunion today. You knew how important it was to have time with your friends to catch up and you did not want to be the intruder. Even though you were well acquainted with them they were not your friends and you perfectly understood it.

Ben was worried that you would feel neglected but on the contrary you were happy to have a day by yourself in New York City. You loved Ben but being able to walk without being looked at, followed by fans or paparazzi or judged because you “were really not pretty enough to be be with him” was something you also appreciated. You had gone to the National History Museum and then for a little bit of shopping. You wanted to find the perfect outfit for tonight and you had.

You had gone back to the hotel and got ready but you had received a message from Ben saying that he would meet you there. You were a little bit anxious going on your own but he told you they would not be long, all getting ready at Rami’s place. You almost regretted not spending the day with them. But here you were, alone on the outside part of the rooftop, in your beautiful dress, waiting for them to arrive. You were always on time and you hated when you ended up with strangers, waiting for your people to arrive.

“Are you here alone?” a feminine voice asked you

“I’m afraid I am, as of now” you replied

You turned back and looked at your interlocutor, a stunning woman. Her black skin was glowing, her dress perfectly hugging her figure, the length letting her never ending legs stand out and her flawless face was smirking at you. You were completely stunned by such beauty and did not now what to say. Women had that power on you. You could fool around with men, but women were such perfect creatures you never knew how to behave when you found one of them attractive. Not like anything was going to happen but still.

“How did you end up here?” she enquired

“My stupid boyfriend thought it would be fun to go out in New York together but decided to show up late. And you?”

“Wanted to get drunk for free after being dumped by my girlfriend. Your boyfriend should not leave you alone for too long in this dress, you could get stolen”

You were taken aback by her attitude, so confident and solar. She laughed when she saw the expression on your face.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to. Just trying to make conversation.”

After that you relaxed a bit and you started talking to her. She told you how she had come to New York to pursue an acting career and that the pilot of the series she had been casted in had been selected by a network. That meant she would have to spend a good part of the year in Vancouver filming and her former girlfriend had not been pleased with this idea. You understood. You too had to share your significant other with his job. But you had get used to it, it was so worth it.

So you told her about your work and your boyfriend. You had met through friends and it had been so easy between the two of you. After a few drinks and a little small talk you had found him so fascinating, and incredibly handsome. You had shared a taxi to go home and he had asked you on a date. Two weeks later you were dating and things had went on from there. It hadn’t always been easy but there was something so special between the two of you. Deep down you knew he was the one.

You talked about many things, time was flying away, and drinks too. The conversation was very pleasurable and you seemed to agree on many topics. She asked about your work and you proudly said that you were finally doing what you always wanted to do. Ben had been extremely supportive with your career.  As you were talking about him, you noticed that he was more than a hour late now and that you had only received one message 15 minutes ago saying they were on their way.

“I hope he’s worth the wait” Assia said

“Well he better have a good excuse” you sighed

“He is the jealous type?”

“Not really. He knows I can take care of stupid men by myself. I’m not a great lover of possessive partners”

“Good for you. But has he ever seen a girl hitting on you?”

“Now that you mention it… I don’t think that ever happened no”

She looked at you, a smirk on her face. Political discussions had let to you telling her you were bisexual, not that she hadn’t guessed beforehand. Ben was completely aware that you were. It was an important part of you and he had always been very supportive of it, getting more mindful with issues that he never paid too much attention to before. Being part of the queer community had heavily influenced who you were now and it was vital for you to be with someone who understood that.

Guys had tried to flirt with you when he was around and it had never mattered. Ben knew that you were faithful and he knew you could handle this yourself although you didn’t mind him stepping in when things went too far. The only place he had let his false jealousy resurface was in the bedroom but it had only happened once when you had bumped into an ex. But never a woman had flirted with you in front of him and now you were curious to see how he would react to that.

“Let me tell you something sis’, good sex is what you deserve tonight after him being a stupid man. And I can guarantee you that if you managed to get him jealous that’s exactly what you’re gonna get”

You hollowed your cheeks and pinched your lips, divided between laughter and embarrassment. Was she really implying helping you get a good lay by making Ben jealous?

“What would you do that?” you asked

“I want to have fun and you are good company’ she replied, “in exchange I just ask for you to prevent me from drunk texting my ex”

“I think we have a deal” you laughed

“And girl’ she added “Don’t worry, it’s all just for fun. I’ll let you go back to your man without hurt feelings”

“And I won’t let you go back to your ex”

“That’s the spirit” she winked

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You were having such a good night, you had gone back inside to fetch more drinks when Ben eventually arrived with his friends. You acted like you had not seen them and just told Assia that they were here.

“Which one is it?” she asked

“Blond one”

“Well… You sure are a lucky girl if on top of looking like a Greek God he’s as nice as you told me”

You winked, rather proud of your man. It was true that he was looking particularly handsome tonight. If you had not been with Assia you could have forgiven him being so late in a blink of an eye, but now that you had your little plan, you wanted to have fun. As soon as you saw him coming towards you, you turned your back and whispered “game on” in Assia’s ear. The alcohol was definitely making this really fun for the both of you as you couldn’t stop giggling.

“Hello love, sorry for being late” Ben said, coming from behind you

You felt his arms trying to catch your waist but you avoided him, turning to face him and standing next to Assia. He looked a little surprised by you avoiding his touch but only humidified his lips with his tongue, not adding anything. He looked so hot and all you could think about was that hot sex you had imagined getting tonight.

“Oh Ben. I did not notice you were late” you lied “I was having such a good time”

“Well… I guess it’s alright then” he said, scratching his head

Knowing you he was expecting reproaches or a little more physical contact but not that kind of attitude. He watched you both, looking stunning and wearing bright smiles, obviously already tipsy, if not drunk.

“Your friend is such a good dancer! Incredible moves.” Assia said, putting an arm around your shoulder

You almost burst into laughter just looking at Ben’s expression. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. The poor boy was completely lost and you found it extremely amusing. He wanted to say something, for example that you were not his friend but girlfriend but he was completely paralysed. Assia was right, boys didn’t know how to react to these kind of situations.

“You should go get a drink and have fun Ben, everybody is already in the mood” you said

“Yes. I guess so” he frowned

You were having a lot of fun tonight and somehow it was still thanks to him. You almost felt bad but you knew it was just for fun. And after all he was the one who had left you on your own at this party with the gorgeous Assia.

“Could you bring me a glass of champagne then” you asked, trying to sound as innocent as you could

“Yes… Sure” he answered, frowning

As soon as he was far enough you started to laugh.

“Girl that was harsh.” Assia said “And the glass he’s bringing you should probably be the last one, you need to cool down before the show”

“You truly are a marvelous person” you exclaimed, thanking her for being so thoughtful

“Alright, let’s dance now”

And so you did. The music was perfect for you to move your hips in a way you knew would make Ben go crazy. Assia placed herself right behind you and you almost shivered at the feeling before focusing on the music. You saw Ben looking at you and smirked. He quickly took the glasses that were now ready and almost ran to you. You thanked him for the drink and decided it was time to say hello to everyone. You took Assia’s hand in yours to bring her to the lovely group of actors that was next to the bar. Ben followed you, his jaw visibly tensed.

“Hello everyone” you almost screamed “So happy to see you all”

You made sure to hug everyone. You were truly happy to see them all again. Especially Lucy, you loved her so much. You had a lot in common and she had become a really close friend since you had begun dating Ben. You were so ready for her wedding that would take place in May as she had asked you to be a bridesmaid. You introduced Assia with a bright smile on your face.

“She is my hero” you said “She was the best company I could hope for when you all were taking hours to come”

“I told you I was sorry” Ben replied

“I know. But it’s great because I got to met her. Everything is fine” you smiled

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You wanted to have fun but you didn’t want to make it weird for anybody. So you played with ice and fire all night. Anyway it seemed like everyone was pretty much aware of what you were doing. At some point, Assia, Lucy and you had went to the bathroom so you could reveal you evil plan. Lucy had burst into laughter, telling you how Ben had complained to Joe during fifteen minutes imitating his deep voice saying “what am I supposed Joe? And she knows she’s fucking hot in that dress”.

Your eyes were beaming. Lucy went back to the boys, making sure to tell them Assia and you had something to finish before joining them. It started to be late and you could not resist much longer. All you wanted was to see if Assia was right and if tonight was going to be as awesome as she said. She gave you her phone number, if the little flirting was just an act you sure wanted to know more about her and become real friends. You gave her a big hug and joined the rest of the group as she decided it was time for her to go.

“Where is Ben?” you asked

“On the terrace, smoking.” Rami said

“You’ve been very bad tonight Y/N. Hope you haven’t been too cruel” Joe added

“I’m gonna make sure he forgives me” you winked

You went directly to Ben, he was looking at the skyline which was truly beautiful. You took the cigarette from his hands and took a drag. He looked at you, confused. His eyes were so beautiful in this light and he had put a nice shirt on, he wasn’t making that much effort when you were going out in London.

“Are you okay love?” you asked

“Well, it’s for you to tell me.” he answered

“What’s that about?” you played dumb

“Really Y/N? You’ve been stuck to that girl all night!”

“Are you… Jealous?” you said, coming closer to him

“I knew you were doing it on purpose” he sighed

“Come on, I was just trying to make you pay for being so late”

“That wasn’t funny Y/N”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. Maybe Joe was right and you had gone too far. You never wanted to hurt him. You were so sure he knew it was all fun and games. You almost felt guilty when you saw the lust in his eyes. He moved back to you and crushed his lips on yours. You were surprised by how needy it was and grinned on his mouth. His hands were on your lower back, soon massaging your bottom. You let your fingers gripped his hair, biting his lower lip.

“You know I had to come outside because you gave me a fucking boner dancing like that in that fucking dress” he whispered into your ear

You almost moaned just at the thought and got wet in an instant. Did you really have this effect on him? This was even better than your expectations.

“I guess I’ve been very naughty” you said, biting your lip

“Very very naughty”

You wanted him, right here, right now. But you knew it was impossible. You were still at the party and this foreplay deserved more than a quickie in the bathroom. Now you were the one who was frustrated.

“Should we go back to the hotel?” you asked, putting you hand next to his crotch, feeling it hardening with you touch

“Fuck, you’re really bad Y/N, you know that?”

You quickly said goodbye to everyone, Ben right behind you so you would hide his erection. Once you were in the elevator with other people he made sure to press it against your bum, making you gasp a little. Your underwear was now getting soaked and you were dying in anticipation. As soon as you were in the taxi, Ben attitude changed. He had his eyes fixed on his phone and you could see he was trying to… cool down? Sure having a boner in a taxi was not pleasant but it’s not like the driver was even paying attention.

He still had his eyes on his phone in the elevator. You were expecting him to jump on you as soon as you were going to enter the room but he did not. He just fell onto the bed. You frowned, trying to understand what was going on. And you stood there, between the bed and the bathroom door. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

“Waiting for something love?” he asked

“Are you serious Ben?” you spitted

He got up on his elbows and looked at you with a smirk on his face. Now he was the one who was playing. He was making you pay for earlier and you didn’t like it.

“Are you not tired after tonight?” he asked “You seemed to have a lot of fun”

“I did” you replied

“Then why didn’t you stay with your friend?”

“Because I couldn’t wait to show you what I bought today”

You had more than one trick up your sleeve. You reached for the zip in your back and let the dress fell on the floor. You had bought an wonderful lingerie set in his favourite colour. You saw his Adam’s apple going up and down and you smiled. It wasn’t often that you made such an effort. Being in a relationship for that long you didn’t feel like it was that important anymore. But you could see it still did the trick. You came closer to him and placed a leg on each side of his torso. He put his hands on your hips and reversed the position so he was on top of you. You felt your breathing becoming heavier but as you were started to unbutton his shirt he stood back up.

“What the fuck?” you shouted

“Naughty girls need to be punished” he said, walking towards the bathroom

“Then fucking punish me” you answered, almost begging “Do whatever you want with me” you were surprised to hear you speaking those words

“And why should I do that? When you’ve been playing with me all night? Making sure I would feel jealous without saying anything, with all my friends making fun of me?”

“I’m so sorry Ben. I won’t do it again” you pleaded

“If you say so…” he replied

He grabbed your face in his right hand. You thought you would be in control of tonight but he was totally having the run on you. His other hand went down on you, playing with the lovely thong you had bought. His grip was firm but he made sure not to hurt you. You felt more excitement than you ever had. You closed your eyes as you felt his digits rubbing the fabric. 

“You’re fucking dripping” he whispered “Who did that to you?”

“You did Ben” you whined

“Sure it wasn’t your little girlfriend?” he asked, being on the defensive

“I swear. You’re the only one who does it to me Ben.”

“You want me to take care of that?”

“Please” you begged

“Show me how much you want it first”

His eyes were burning your skin. It was the first time you saw him being so dominant with you and it worked. You went on your knees and faced his trousers, slowly opening his belt and getting his trousers and boxers down. He was hard again.

“You want it love?” he asked

You nodded.

“Say it” he demanded

“I want your fucking cock Ben”

“Then fucking have it”

You opened your mouth, ready to play with it but you felt him going inside of you. You weren’t giving him a blowjob, he was face fucking you. You didn’t have to do anything, his hips making the movement for him to go in and out your mouth. He was completely in control. He hand was on your head so it didn’t move to much. 

“Do you like it?” he asked

You said yes with your eyes even though you started to tear up, getting used to it. You could see how pleasant it was for him but he noticed the tears and went out. He had a full hard on now and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

“On the bed, on all fours” he commanded

You obliged although your legs were weak because of all the desire that was building up inside of you. You faced the bedstead and felt him going on the bed behind you.

“You’ve been such bad girl” he said

“I know, I’m sorry”

“Why did you do that love?”

“Because I wanted you to fuck me hard”

His hands played with the elastic of your underwear before removing it. He then went on and unclasped your bra. You got rid of both and went back to your position, feeling his warm breath on your lower back.

“So you made me mad on purpose?”

“Yes…”

“Needed to remind me what was in front of my very eyes Y/N? Do you think I could forget?”

And as he finished his sentence he started playing with your drenched slit and you immediately let out a moan.

“Don’t you think I know how hot you are?” he said, adding pressure onto you clit “Don’t you think I know how everybody looks at you?” he started playing with it, making you moan again “Don’t you think I know how good you feel around my cock?”

“Ben please” you cried “I want you”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him. Your pussy was throbbing on his hand as he inserted a finger inside of you, making you arch your back. It felt so good. He played a little as you start shouting his name.

“Don’t you think I know I’m the only one who can make you feel that way?”

“Oh Fuck Ben you’re so right” you cried as he played with you delicate spot

“What else do you think I don’t know? Uh?” he told you, going faster

That was it, your legs started to shake as his fingers were working on you. You grabbed the sheets and shouted his name. He helped you ride your orgasm as your chest fell onto the mattress and you turned to face him. He looked at you while licking his fingers, the sight almost making you go over the edge once again. He then came down on you and started to kiss you, all over your naked body. He went on your thigh and left a hickey on the left one, keeping you stimulated while giving you time to recover.

“So? Anything else I need to be reminded of?”

You looked into his angel eyes, he could have made you feel bad but he had turned the kinky atmosphere in something full of love, that was so him. You had never believed in soulmates until you had met him, and then your perspective had changed.

“I love you so much Benjamin Jones” you said

He smiled and kissed you with a tenderness that clashed with the precedent ones. But soon it became steamier, his tongue playing with yours. You wrapped his hips with your legs and lost you fingers in his golden locks. His harden shaft was now against your still sensitive core and that made you moan while kissing him.

“Guess you’re ready for round two naughty girl”

He put one of his hand in your back, feeling his strength made your nipples hardened and he played decided to play with one, using his mouth. You let your head fall back and started to move your hips, wanting him to be in you.

“You’ve done bad things while waiting for me earlier, I’m sure you can wait a little more”

His deep seductive voice was back and you let out a sigh of frustration. He was enjoying it way too much. He devoured your neck, licking all the spots he knew made you go crazy while one of your hand had started playing with his dick.

“Okay then” he sighed

He looked at you and rolled his eyes, understanding that you wouldn’t let the foreplay go any further.

“You always get what you want right?”

“I need you Ben” you answered

He suddenly entered his tip inside of you and you closed your eyes, trying to enjoy the feeling as much as you could as he began thrusting. He felt so right, made you feel so full. He went slowly at first, making sure you took it all in before going backwards. You both felt almost silent, letting your moans intertwined with the sounds made by your bodies. When he felt you getting tighter around him he started going faster.

You started crying his name once again and you opened your eyes, he was looking at you with his intense gaze. Seeing how much you were enjoying him was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He started speeding up again, clapping his wet skin against yours and he started saying your name. You were not always able to come at the same time but tonight you did. As soon as he felt you clenching around him, his juices started filling you up. He kept thrusting, letting you ride your orgasm before you collapsed on the mattress behind you.

You both were a mess. You could feel you body emptying itself as he fell beside you taking your hand inside his before kissing it. Both of your chests were going up and down fast, as you tried to recover you breath. Assia had been right, it had been one of the best hanky-panky you’ve ever had.

“I love you too” he said “But please you don’t have to remind me this way”

“Only if you promise to fuck me this good again” you joked as you turned to kiss him again.

The next few days in New York were perfect. You got to see the boys and Lucy, went sightseeing and had a lot of sex. Assia never answered the text you sent her but it didn’t make you feel bad, you had fun and that was all that mattered. You never had to remind Ben of how sexy you were but he was always happy to see you buy new lingerie. On New Year’s Eve you had felt happier than ever in his arms, ready to spent the next year by his side, and all of the following ones if he asked you too. 

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[bohemiansweede]

Birthday Message

Fanfic

Pairing Joe Mazzello Reader

Warnings 🔞 unprotected sex

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