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lcthebtswriter · 2 years

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starstruck

pairing: dacre montgomery x reader

summary: it's just your luck you have a one night stand with the man of your dreams

tags: @miscellaneoustoasts, @tellmehows, @just-that-trash-blog. @mrsjaxtellerfan, @statsvitenskap, @hardygalwrites (maybe? I meant to tag @hardygal69 but I think you're the same person, lmk)

warnings: smut (18+ only), slight choking, alcohol

a/n: heyyy, couple glasses of wine later and here yall go ;)

How did you end up here?

Falling apart with his mouth on your most sensitive parts, tongue swirling, lips sucking, fingers magically used to make you come undone.

The night was a blur leading up to the climax of your darkest desires. A bachelorette party for your best friend, a flurry of bar hopping and karaoke. It's a small world, as you've come to find out.

When you spotted Dacre at a bar, you acted like you didn't know him. It was difficult to do so when you saw him eye you throughout the night. You smiled, threw him a little wave, and left with your girlfriends for the next bar. You freaked out about it in private, walking in your heels along the sidewalk as the night carried on.

You were quiet in the taxi ride to your hotel, friends packed in the back seat chatting up the driver. The windows were rolled down, the cold breeze sobering you before being dropped off at your destination. Your friends follow you into the elevator, everyone discussing different subjects while you replay the snippet of social interaction with a celebrity. Had you been wasted you probably would have introduced yourself, but tonight wasn't the night. Your friend was to be married in the morning, and you'd hate to take any attention from her. You would have to make do with a story to tell at dinner parties.

After saying goodbye to your friends on their floor, you take the elevator up one more level. You lean against the chilling metal of the elevator wall, about to press the button that shuts the doors when you get the idea for a night cap. The hotel has a lavish bar in the dining area, and you aren't quite ready to call it a night. You're still dolled up and not at all mentally tired, so you decide to press the button for the lobby and head down.

You're surprised to find so few people in the lobby. With it being so late in the night, you expected more people to fill its lavish parlor and using the quaint dance floor to hold their partners close. Someone played a piano on stage, and you listened intently while choosing a seat closest to the music. The bartender looked tired, so you ordered something simple and took your phone from your bag to study the photos taken earlier that night.

The bride-to-be looked so happy. She smiled in every picture. You erase some, edit others, and sip your drink.

Movement in the corner of your eye draws your attention away from your phone. You recognize the combed back hair, the squared shoulders, and the charming gaze and smile of the actor you spotted earlier. He sits two seats down and waves the bartender over. When he notices your figure, he points a finger at you and grins.

"I saw you earlier," Dacre says.

You nod, fidgeting with the thin black straw in your drink. "You did," you say, nodding. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were following me." There's a teasing tone in your voice, a hint that you know who he is but won't make a scene. You wouldn't want the same being done to you, so you keep his peace and he acknowledges that by moving one seat closer.

Dacre gets his drink and swirls the ice around so it melts a bit. "I can assure you I'm not," he chuckles. It's breathy, as if exhaustion has set into his bones. "I just happen to be staying in the same hotel," he says. "What are you here for?" He continues.

"Bachelorette party," you reply.

Dacre nods, eyebrows raised in slight interest. He pieces together your group's nightly activities, not wanting to forget the moment he watched you saunter into the bar he occupied. You took up so much light in the room, practically glowing. It was just his luck you were staying in the same place.

"You guys have fun?" Dacre wonders. His shirt is unbuttoned a little bit, and you find your focus fixated on the bit of skin and chest hair exposed.

"We did! Not too much, though," you chuckle.

Dacre lets out a chuff of air, not quite a laugh but still amused.

"Are you filming for the show here?" You dare ask, hoping the inquiry doesn't scare him off. There's no intention to, at least.

"I'm here on business." He winks at you and takes a sip of his drink. You watch his lips part, watch his tongue as it licks the alcohol from his lips.

"Should I bother asking for a couple hints or is it a secret?" You ask, taking a drink of your own. It's almost gone, and you think about ordering another just to have something to keep you in the moment.

Dacre's eyes finally look at you, dark and mischievous. His eyelashes are so much longer up close, a little feature you never appreciate until it's right in front of you.

"Are you good at keeping secrets?" He wonders, setting his almost empty glass back onto the napkin on the wooden bartop.

You nod slightly, fingers grasping the end of your straw so you can finish what's left in your glass. You cross your legs, drawing Dacre's eyes to the skin of your thigh.

"I mixed business with pleasure tonight," he confesses.

"Really?"

"Just a few drinks. I don't do this thing often, but I'm glad I did tonight."

"So you're all tuckered out, then?"

Dacre hums in disagreement, finishing his drink and turning his head back to you. "I'm not that tired, actually." An unspoken arrangement, a flurry of movement to the elevator, and then you're at the penthouse suite at the very top of the hotel.

There aren't many words exchanged by the time Dacre locks the door. You make the first move, the alcohol making you bold enough to gently pull him to you. Dacre follows your move, pushing you against the wall as he kisses you deeply.

Your fingers grip his hair, eliciting a groan from a man you'd never dream of having this experience with. Your stomach flutters with disbelief and desire, and you kick off your shoes as Dacre grips your waist and grinds against you. His erection strains against his trousers, the thickness leaving you eager to keep moving.

The bedroom isn't too far away, and just close enough for him to guide you while his tongue goes into your mouth. You moan, falling back onto the bed. Dacre leans back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head, and you eagerly sit up to kiss his abs, fingernails raking along the skin. Goosebumps travel up his arms, and Dacre holds your head in his hands to tilt your head back.

He kisses you, skin hot with desire as you ease back onto the mattress. With one hand he undoes his belt as you fiddle with the button of your shorts. You're both hungry for each other, and the kiss breaks so you can tear your clothes off.

Dacre takes his time to make sure you're ready for him. With legs right open, you invite him to taste the wetness that has pooled between your thighs. His eyes roll back when he tastes you on his tongue. His fingers grip your warm skin, hand resting on your stomach to keep you pinned to the bed. He flattens his tongue, sucks on you, and it makes lewd wet sounds. You grip his hair, moaning so loud you know other guests can hear but you don't care. You've never felt so close to coming undone in just a few minutes.

"I need you," you gasp.

Dacre sits up, chin wet and a grin on his face. His eyes are dark and there's perspiration on his forehead. He looks pleased with the sight of you: chest heaving, eyes unfocused.

You're throbbing for him at your core, watching as he takes a condom out of his jeans and rushes to put it over his thick cock. You moan at the sight, opening yourself up to him once again.

Dacre's body weight is looming over you, his frame supported on his right arm. He teases the tip of his cock against your wetness, and you grip his shoulders as if begging him to go in all the way. You can't take it anymore. You want him.

And then you have him.

He stretches you out in such a gut wrenching way your toes curl with pleasure. His cock is warm, the length of it slowly filling you up. Dacre's head drops to the crook of your neck and he pants against your ear. "Fuck, you feel so good," he sighs.

He's inside you now, pausing so you can adjust to the feeling of being one. You're dripping, and his cock twitches inside of you as you tense. He grinds his hips against you, squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy as your fingernails dig into his biceps. He watches your face as he pulls out, slowly entering you once again until he can do so with ease. Your mouth is agape in awe at how good it feels. So fucking good you're panting.

When he starts to pick up the pace, Dacre kisses you so messily you can barely gasp for air. His cock is pounding against the one spot that makes your vision go hazy. Your back arches, sweat beading upon your forehead. You're full of him - can feel him in your stomach. It makes a coil begin to tighten in the deepest parts of you, and Dacre can tell.

You're milking his cock. He can barely keep his pace, but he doesn't want to stop. He pulls out - much to your dismay - and touches your arm in silent questioning. You flip over onto your stomach in obedience, ass slightly in the air. Dacre groans, legs entwined with yours as his chest lays atop your back. He slides into you with a moan, and he fills you up once more.

It's easier for the tip of his cock to hit that spot without pause. You grip the pillow beneath your head, moaning into the sheets to muffle the sounds of your building orgasm. He's so deep it could hurt if he isn't careful, but he's got a hand on your hip and the other gently around your neck. You lean back to kiss him - a sloppy, desperate kiss as he digs his cock into you.

"Fuck me," you gasp.

The coil comes undone.

You're face down into the pillow, panting his name as your hands grip the sheets in tight fists. Wave after wave makes your body tremble, pleasure clouding your mind as your eyes squeeze shut. Dacre can't help but finish. His cock throbs inside of you, his body limp as you milk him for all he's worth.

He falls on top of you, pushing himself to the side to alleviate the weight of himself on your body. You're both panting, the condom wrinkled at the tip and full of the result of your debauchery. A moment passes as you both catch your breaths, and you break the silence with a satisfied giggle. Dacre smiles, leaning up on his elbows and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"You've got a big day tomorrow," he says.

Dacre is about to get up from the bed to grab you a towel, but you place a hand on his arm to stop him in his tracks.

"I'm not tired yet," you say. Head still buzzing with pleasure, you give him a smile and lay back down. Starstruck and dazed with your orgasm, your body is warm and fuzzy all over you almost giggle from the feeling. You're naked and vulnerable and enticing, and Dacre can't help himself.

He grabs another condom.

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