whereforarthur

[whereforarthur]

… his arms god give me strength

[whereforarthur]

Fucking poetry this was so good needs a part 2!!

hide + seek / arthurtv

a cute first encounter with mr. television quickly escalates and you find yourself getting to know him very well, all while hiding in the ceiling of harry’s gym shed.

~ smut alert, major smu-u-ut alert ~

18+ mdni!!!

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"Quick, quick, quick!"

You run into the gym shed, looking for a place to hide. It's your first Sidemen Hide & Seek, and you've all been flown out to Guernsey to use Harry's fuck-off massive family mansion as the playing field. Life is weird.

“Alright guys,” you say to your camera. “I’m seeing a huge gap in the ceiling in here that looks like it goes up to a crawl space. It looks perfect, but I need to figure out how to get up there. I don’t know why the fuck I wore a skirt today, lads. Should be interesting.”

You drag a piece of gym equipment over to prop yourself up to the ceiling, using your foot to kick it away as you pull yourself in to the crawl space.

“I think I found the perfect spot, honestly. Time to settle in, I guess!”

“Hi there,” a sweet but gravely voice calls from the dark end.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp, slapping your hand over your own mouth.

“Shit, sorry mate. It’s Arthur.”

“Oh my god,” you exhale. Of course it was Arthur, the one guy in the YouTube crew that you’ve always had your eye on. Your anxiety kicks in a bit, but you stay in character while your camera is on.

“That’s okay, you scared the hell out of me. Hi, sorry. I thought I found a good spot. I can go somewhere else.” Please let me stay, please let me stay.

“No you’re totally fine mate, come back here and hide in the darkness with me.”

“Cheers,” you respond gratefully, making your way towards the back of the space. The little knot in your stomach tightens with nerves. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“I know. I’m Arthur,” he says again. I know, you think to yourself. He politely puts his hand out to shake yours.

You can just make it out in the dark and put your hand in his. You always try to give a firm handshake, being one of few girls in a male-dominated industry, but the feel of Arthur’s rough, warm skin made your brain short-circuit a little and you felt your strength falter. “Nice to meet you officially.”

You turn your camera off.

“You too, seems like we’ve missed each other a few times at these things. I like your stuff.”

You scream internally. What did he just say??? “Oh wow, really? Thanks. Honestly, I’ve been a fan of yours for years.”

Arthur turns his camera off.

“Aw thanks so much. Glad to know the feeling is mutual.”

Suddenly, you hear voices below. “Shit.” You turn your camera on. “You’re closer to the gap,” Arthur whispers. “Can you see anything?”

He shines a light over to the other side of the crawl space for you. You climb over as quietly as possible to look below. Arthur’s eyes can’t help but wander as you do so, propped up on your hands and knees, with your ass facing him in your skirt that… maybe could’ve been longer. His cheeks heat up, and he’s grateful it’s too dark for you to clock how red he is.

“Nope, don’t see anything,” you whisper. “I think we’re clear for now.” You turn to climb back over to him, unaware of the fact that he now had a perfect angle from which to see your cleavage, spilling out over your top. He clears his throat as you sit back down and adjust your clothing back to where it should be. He turns his light off.

You turn your camera off. You feel him watching you.

“So uh, you live with Flo, right?” you ask, trying to be normal. “I love her.”

“Yeah, she’s great,” he replies, snapping out of it. “One of my best mates.”

“That’s so cool, must be nice living with another creator.”

“It is, yeah. Do you live with anyone? Partner?”

“Nope, no partner. Just a few friends.” He asked if I had a partner… interesting.

“Oh cool.” Yes, he thought. No partner.

“Yeah. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not at the moment, no. Been a while.”

“Same,” you respond, trying not to sound excited about his relationship status, or lack thereof. Do I say what I want to say right now? Do I risk making this the most awkward possible situation ever?

“… I have to admit though,” you start, hesitating slightly. “I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you.”

Fuck it, I guess.

His eyes widen, made obvious only by the gleam reflected in them from the distant light. “Is that so? Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s true,” you laugh. “You’re a huge nerd and you’re fit as fuck. How could I not?” Girl, what the fuck, you think to yourself. Bit keen.

He is almost taken aback by your bluntness, but he can’t help but admit his own feelings now.

“Well, thanks,” he says quietly, almost embarrassed. “I think you’re beautiful.” Your cheeks flush. “And you seem like a massive dork as well.”

You both laugh. “I guess I deserve that,” you say. “Thank you.” Surely, he can hear the grin on your face even if he can’t see it. Maybe I won’t jump off the roof.

You fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, looking at each other in the darkness. Arthur leans forward slightly. He sees a bit of hair in your face and lets himself move it, tucking it behind your ear, before he can second-guess himself. “Let’s see that pretty face.”

No shot he can’t hear your heart pounding. You raise your hand to meet his and rest it against your face. Your eyes flutter at his touch and you lean into it, sighing quietly. In the short moment that your eyes are closed, you feel his lips gently connect with yours.

Your eyes shoot open, surprised by his boldness. He pulls away to look at you, trying to read your face to make sure he’d understood the situation correctly. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, bringing him back in to kiss you again. Deeper, this time. You run your fingers through his hair as he moves his hands to your waist.

Your kiss grows messier, needier. Your hands and tongues exploring each other. His mouth moves to your neck and you bite your lip, trying to hold back the whimper you desperately want to release. “Arthur… we shouldn’t do this here.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck. His hot breath makes your eyes roll back and you melt further into him. “Fair enough,” you laugh breathily. You wrap your legs around Arthur’s thighs, straddling him and already feeling him growing hard underneath you through his joggers. Your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, acutely aware of how good Arthur looks without one. Your cold hands make him gasp into your mouth, all senses heightened by the electricity between you.

In response, his hands slip under your skirt. Gripping your ass with his big hands, pulling you even closer to him. “You’re so soft…” he mutters, squeezing your thighs, his fingers sure to leave some marks you would excitedly admire later.

You giggle a bit. You can’t help yourself. “You’re so hard.”

He smirks, biting your lip lightly. “Cheeky.”

You move your mouth down to his neck and shoulders, craving his hot skin on your tongue. You spread your thighs out more, lowering yourself further onto his lap, grinding against him ever so slowly. He groans into your hair, wrapping his arm around you and bucking his hips up slightly, basically begging to feel more of you.

His hand slides between the two of you, slowly making his way down to feel you through your underwear. You’re so wet it’s a little embarrassing.

You smash your lips back onto his, knowing full well you’re about to have to fight for your life to keep quiet. He slides your underwear to the side, fingers gently exploring before sliding into you. Your back arches, pressing your chest into his as he moves his tongue in your mouth in sync with his fingers below.

“Fuck,” you gasp. His long fingers moving so expertly, curling exactly where they’re supposed to. You can’t help but move your hips to meet him halfway, riding his fingers as you feel the pressure in you build more and more and your brain work less and less. You accidentally let out a proper moan, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. Oops. “Shh, need you to stay quiet, darling.”

Darling. Fucking bastard. That alone makes the coil in your tummy snap. You break, eyes watering, riding out your orgasm on Arthur’s fingers. You pull on his hair and bite his shoulder trying to stifle your moans, making his own eyes roll back.

You immediately rush to pull Arthur’s joggers down, freeing him from his underwear. Your mouth waters a bit. “Please fuck me,” you beg. You grind your wet core up his shaft, and you see his eyes darken with hunger. How can he say no to that?

You slowly slide down onto him, a borderline demonic sound threatening to escape you as you felt the stretch of him inside of you.

“Fuck,” he exhales. “You feel so good.”

You lean in to kiss him again, grinding and riding him despite your already trembling legs. You pick up your pace, praying the ceiling-floor doesn’t crumble beneath you as your bum crashes onto Arthur’s thighs over and over.

Between sloppy kisses, you both battle the urge to make noise. Arthur looks up to admire you as you grind on him. Eyebrows knitted together, mouth open with lipstick smeared, mascara running down your cheeks and your hair a rat’s nest. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You smile down at him, out of breath and red, vision blurring. He feels you slowing down a bit. “Getting tired, love?”

Without waiting for an answer, Arthur wraps his hands around your hips to hold you steady and begins jerking his hips up to meet you halfway, much faster than your exhausted legs could manage by that point. You gasp and whimper pathetically as he speeds up, going even deeper than you expected, forcing you to bite back down on his shoulder to not scream his name so loud the whole complex hears it.

You reach your peaks, desperately lost in each other’s mouths as you ride out your orgasms together.

You lean against him, totally drained. Both of you basically hyperventilating from your little… workout. You slowly climb off of him, a bit wobbly, to clean yourself (and Arthur) up. “Oh goodness, are you alright, love?”

You nod fervently. “I’m great. My body’s just tired,” you say with a big smile on your face. “Don’t know how the fuck I’m going to get down from here now.” You both laugh.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps.

“Oy, is someone up there?!”

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🔞Thigh Riding | Arthur Tv 🎃

Summary: When Arthur's playing a game whilst you're horny, you come to an agreement to ride his thigh... But with Arthur keeping his mic on whilst he plays with the boys - will Chris, George and Bach head you on the other side of their call whilst you fuck yourself on your boyfriend's thigh?

CWs: thigh riding, possibly being heard, slight exhibitionism, biting

Notes: kicking off kinktober the right way (hopefully x)

"Aaarthuurr..." You sign-songed your boyfriend's name as you poked your head around the door, seeing him sat at his desk with a headset around his ears and eyes fixated upon the screen. Upon your entrance into the room, however, he pulled one of the cups from his ears and looked back at you, smiling and acknowledging you as he continued playing.

Standing behind his gaming chair, you let your leg come up onto the armrest to support your weight whilst you leaned closer to Arthur's screen and observed the animations and gameplay, trying to distinguish what game it was that he played.

"This is phasmophobia," Arthur spoke as though he could read your mind. "It's about ghost hunting - I'm with Bach, George n Chris right now - you can say hi."

Pulling Arthur's mic closer to your mouth, you said a "Hey everyone" into the mic and listened from Arthur's headset as you heard a myriad of greetings in return. "Are you recording a video?"

"Nah, none of us are." Arthur shook his head. "Just trying the game out - seeing whether it'd be any good for a stream sometime."

You nodded, showing your understanding as you watched the screen a little while longer.

They seemed and sounded like normal questions to Arthur. As they would to any person - after all - all you were showing was curiosity. But contrary to the seemingly innocent questions, you were feeling absolutely starved. Starved of your boyfriend, and physical contact, and quite frankly - you wanted to have him inside you and pinning you down and thrusting into you so hard you had difficulty walking tomorrow.

(Normal ovulating thoughts, right?)

Hence all of the questions, which where really to figure out whether it was safe enough to make a move in the present situation.

"Can I sit?" You pointed towards Arthur's lap, and the man quite happily obliged - pushing his chair slightly further out so that you could sit yourself onto your his lap before he pushed his chair back forwards and towards his desk.

As you lowered your weight, however, Arthur became very aware of the fact that you had made the deliberate choice of wearing absolutely nothing  beneath your oversized tee-shirt - leaving your bare crotch to sit atop his clothed cock and make him shuffle a bit.

You knew that Arthur could feel your exposed core, flush against his trousers and everything beneath, and you tilted your head so that whilst Arthur's arms were wrapped around your hips and holding his controller, he could still see the screen without your head blocking it. And your face finding the crook of your boyfriend's neck - you placed a couple little kisses below his ear, following down his lymphatic vessel to his lower neck where you located that soft spot you knew he was sensitive with.

But before you could lay down a hickey and have the chance of turning Arthur on so that he would be on the same page (of horny) as you, he excused himself from his game.

"One sec boys, I'm going off mic."

Arthur pressed the microphone button of his keyboard, creating a barrier between you two, and the rest of the boys on their Discord call with the two of you.

"Y/n..." He said your name slowly, his headset pulled down to his shoulders whilst he looked up at you with an almost serious expression.

"Fuck, please don't let me down-" You whined, already sensing how Arthur was going to respond.

"I'm exhausted, love-"

"Pleaase  Arthur - I've been waiting for you all day..."

"But I'm tired, seriously like, I feel like liquefying I'm that far from the mood-"

You groaned, throwing your head back and knowing that there was little to nothing you could do to convince him.

"Damnit Arthur, I get that and all... I'm just... God, I just want n need you so badly..."

Arthur himself let out a sigh because he didn't like disappointing you. He wanted you to be satiated and happy and contented, but you'd told him not to put his priorities below anyone else previously - and he really felt impossibly unable to fuck you right - especially given that he was just recovering from the climbing George and Chris had roped him into over the weekend.

Arthur didn't want you fuck you, but you wanted Arthur to fuck you... The boyfriend's mind searched for some sort of compromise he could come to and meet in the middle.

"Y'know, you could try... thigh riding.." Arthur suggested slowly, waiting to hear your response. He knew it was more of a rogue idea, but he'd seen enough mentions of it to make the assumption that it's something that you could be into. 

"What, you're fine with that?" You raised a brow at your boyfriend's surprisingly open suggestion.

"I mean, yeah," Arthur nodded acceptingly. "I feel like that's a good way that you can get off with me... If you want to of course, I mean, just an idea and if that's not for you then that's fine of course-"

"Nonono, I'm down to try it I think..."

"One caveat, though."

"What an awful word. What's the catch."

"I still wanna play my game, right..." Arthur started. "So I think, I'm gonna unmute and play my game - with my mic on so I can still talk with Bach and George and Chris - and you need to not make any noise."

What an awful caveat. 

Arthur knew you liked being vocal, and he loved making you vocal when he was thrusting into you - pulling your hair back and opening your jaw so that raw moans and all sorts of noises would be forced out of your throat with every rough thrust of his cock. Which meant that what he suggested could be an awful idea, given his headset and microphone would be so close to you also, meaning that any little noise that exits your lip would be picked up and broadcasted on that Discord call.

It filled you with a crawling sort of anxiety, that shot through your veins and mixed with adrenaline, flooding in from your glands and filling you with a matching sort of excitement. Arthur had told you before that it was frission;  a French word which roughly translated into feeling a mix of fear and excitement simultaneously. Because as well as your vocal predilection - Arthur knew about the almost exhibitionist fantasies you'd had before. Something about when he picked you up from your night out with the girls and you were drunk, you started shilling all your kinks to your boyfriend whilst he gripped the wheel and tried not to think too hard over them in fear of his attention being averted from the roads.  

Taking your lower lip between your teeth you looked through your lashes at your man and nodded, agreeing with him and allowing him to return to his call. And with him manoeuvring your leg from around his hips to just centre around one leg, he pressed his unmute button and greeted his boys with a "Back now, we can start the next round."

You felt your muscles almost freezing, wondering what to do now that you were here.

Would the boys on the phone be able to hear your clothes against Arthur's - just hear lots of brushing and hear your very movements? That wouldn't be very ideal. And how do you even start thigh riding? You realised you had no clue. And you felt as though you had performance anxiety, trying it for the first time whilst you knew there were three men on the other side of the Discord call who could very potentially hear you if you really did do anything. 

Arthur's hand fell from your controller to your upper thigh and pushed you down so that you were sat on his thigh, noticing your hesitation. 

And as soon as you made contact with the rough material - cargo trousers, hard and textured, each protrusion of the jean roughness brush over and stimulate your core - already sensitive having been teasing yourself and needing Arthur for hours... You weren't conscious of what you should or shouldn't do. No, it became a pursuit of pleasure, having had that initial shock of stimulation as Arthur had lead you down to his readily awaiting thigh - you were beyond caring about what you could and couldn't do - rather you were absolutely delighted in ravaging the opportunity that presented itself within Arthur's thigh.

You pushed your hips back, almost grinding on Arthur's thigh. And that felt fucking wonderful. Your hips moved forwards-then back again-then forwards, too, until you picked up a rhythm and found yourself pushing your pussy flush with his thigh and grinding over his jeans at a steady pace - good enough to have a hushed groan falling from your lips from the stimulation.

As soon as the sound left your lips, Arthur's head swivelled to yours, smirk across his lips as he pressed his fingers to your lips momentarily - teasingly telling you to stay quiet, before he returned to his game - though he leaned further back in his seat to accommodate your movements as you got yourself off on his thigh.

As your boyfriend's fingers tried to find a regular rhythm and avert his attention to the game... Arthur was struggling to focus.

Because whilst initially he hadn't been interested in having sex of doing anything sensual, the feeling of your hands pushing down and stabilising yourself against his chest whilst you circled your hips and grinded down onto his thigh had his mind firing into thinking slutty thoughts of how good you'd feel riding him - letting your walls massage his cock with your juices dripping down onto his length.

He could feel your arousal even now. You'd been dripping wet when you'd arrived in the doorway with plans of having him inside you - and now rubbing your wet sex on Arthur's cargos, your juices had penetrated the material and he could feel that slickness on his thigh, each oscillation of your hips making that damp spot more prominent in the forefront of Arthur's mind, taking his focus away from the ghosts and ghouls of the game and instead to the feeling of his boxers tightening.

"Fucken hell, Arthur, it's chasing you, she's chasing you, you're gonna die!" Chris' voice could be heard by the both of you as you used Arthur's thigh to get yourself off, and Arthur jumped back into action, having paused to recalibrate as he couldn't help fixate on you.

"Right, yeah-" Arthur got to work on the controller, though his eyes widened as he heard a whimper escape your mouth - looking to your face and seeing your eyes screwed shut, lips pursed together as you clearly tried to hold back any possible noises you could've made in that moment - though one slipped and was picked up by the mic. 

"Who the hell just moaned into the their mic?" George's laugh could be heard through the earmuff that was so close to your head, and it made your heart beat out of turn, erratic and wild as you felt adrenaline course through your veins at the feeling of being caught onto - that one of the other men had suspicion and could so possibly find out what you were doing.

"That's definitely Arthur, that man is a freak." Bach's voice then came from Arthur's headphones, making a blush appear to your face because ohmyfuck were they so close to knowing the truth. "He's the type of guy to be horny whilst playing games with the boys."

"Mmm yeah I'm so horny right now, guys." Arthur didn't even revoke the allegations, doubling down onto Bach's statement, despite the fact you could tell that there was absolutely no lie within the "joke" he had said. You could tell from that husky quality - his voice just ever so slightly deeper - that your boyfriend was now most definitely horny, too.

Which only felt more gratifying for you, in his lap.

Your motions were more fluid, as Arthur's cargos had been undeniably stained with your slick, meaning that your motions were lubricated by those juices that ran from between your legs down onto your thighs and were transferred to Arthur's clothed thighs - and you felt though you were riding Arthur's cock, just that instead of bouncing up and down to pleasure your g-spot, you gyrated back and forth and instead stimulated your clit, the sensitive spot swollen from the blood flow down your body and towards the responsive organ.

"Holy fuck," You whispered, pitch high and volume low, and Arthur could tell you could feel your orgasm pending.

Your thighs were squeezing around Arthur, back arching and hips moving more and more and more as you tried to keep your pace to power yourself to and through your climax. And your vocal chords were quivering, shaking and humming as they begged your mouth to open so that you could moan and cry Arthur's name loudly enough to wake up the whole city of London. 

Yet even despite your ungodlily lustful mind, you knew you didn't want either of those three boys hearing or knowing anything about you and Arthur's sex life, and to keep yourself quiet, you leaned forwards into your boyfriend's body and sank your teeth down into his trapezius, biting into his skin and muffling your groan around the defined muscle that was so available  to you. 

The vibrations of the groan rippled over Arthur's skin, and synchronised with his cognitive functioning which felt as though it chanted your name like a mantra, the way that fucking you was an inescapable though on his mind. 

Giving up with the game or the plan or anything he'd said before about not being interested - Arthur's hands found your waist, planting on either hipbone and helping you keep your hips moving, strong forearms pushing you back and forth whilst he moved his body in the opposite direction to yours - countering your movements and giving you twice the friction against his thigh.

A high noise left your throat again, mouth still connected to Arthur's traps, and insulating the sound and preventing it from travelling to the microphone this time, though you could feel the heat within your lower stomach peaking and spreading steadily through your body - your hips stuttering despite your furious grinding against Arthur's thigh. And picking up on your broken, no-longer-fluid movements, Arthur's forearms took control of your hips and powered you through your climax, pushing your body back and forth like a ragdoll, fucking your pussy against his hard denim until-

"ARTHUR-YOU HAVE TO RUN, GO, GO, MOVE, GET OUT-" George's yells were heard amongst the buzz of talk from the call.

"Shut...up-Clarkey-" Arthur grunted his words through clenched teeth, too preoccupied with manually grinding your hips onto his thigh and getting you off - powering you through your orgasm whilst your thighs and body shook, eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched away from Arthur, as you felt yourself completely detaching from your body, the powerful orgasm practically a celestial experience.

Arthur personally felt your orgasm, too. All over his thigh, as your juices penetrated his cargos and leaked onto his flesh, sticky fluids cool over his skin and spreading to dampen his boxers too. He really couldn't wait get them out of the way and fuck you. 

Which meant that as soon as you'd felt your orgasm wash over you, and Chris' annoying voice complaining alongside Clarkey and Bach about - "Arthur, we could've made that round if you'd have just gotten back to the van in time!" - and Arthur didn't hesitate in rushing his:

"Yeah, nice playing guys but I gotta go-BYE!", leaving the call and powering his monitor off within seconds before lifting you by your thigh and pinning you down onto his desk by your neck - hand curved around the pretty flesh of your throat, beautifully unmarked and practically begging for him to sink his canines down there and show you just how horny you had him feeling.

But you couldn't help the smirk that crawled around your lips. "What happened to 'I don't wanna do anything, I'm exhausted!'-"

"Idea: shut the fuck up." Arthur didn't bother with entertaining your bratty comments, pulling his length out from beneath those cum-soaked trousers and restrictive boxers so that you could only grin like a blessed reprobate, knowing that Arthur was absolutely going to fuck you so hard that you'd have difficulty walking the next day - just as you'd originally hoped.

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He’s sooo fit omfg.

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Said She Wanted Five Guys She Ain’t Talking About Burgers

Pairing: Reader x George, Arthur Hill, Chris, Isaac and ArthurTv

Summary: Y/n shares her sexual intentions with five YouTubers. She invites them to join her fantasy, setting no limits on their actions. The group eagerly agrees, indulging in a passionate sexual encounter as they explore Y/n's desires one by one.

Category: SMUT

Word Count: 6.7k

A/n: ArthurTv and Arthur Hill will be labeled as such to avoid confusion

*****

“In ‘friends with benefits,’ the boundaries are blurred, and the possibilities are endless.”

"Alright, guys," Arthur Hill grinned, his eyes sparkling as he wriggled to adjust the bow tie around his neck. "She asked for a surprise, so let's not disappoint her.".

The cool London evening was abuzz with the sound of laughter from a distance and passing cars humming their way along the road, in total contrast to the quietly expectant mood of the apartment in dim light. Five British YouTubers had gathered together for what they thought was an innocent prank on one of their fans. Little did they know, the girl they'd invited had something entirely different in mind.

This had been the moment Y/N had been waiting for, and she, being the young lady who loved drama, had planned this meeting very carefully. She took a deep breath as the door creaked, at that sudden surge of excitement rushing in her body. She'd chosen Arthur, Isaac, ArthurTV, Chris, and George for their online personas specifically; each one part of a puzzle she knew would fit into her twisted game.

The five men filed in; the laughter died down as they took in the scene before them. Y/N was sprawled out on the bed, her needy curves barely contained in a see-through lingerie set. She'd gone all out, setting up candles and a sultry playlist of tunes to set the mood; it definitely set the ambiance for the events to take place tonight. The air was heady with the scent of jasmine and vanilla, much like a perfume.

Isaac's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he drank in the scene. "Bloody hell," he whispered under his breath, his cheeks flushing red. ArthurTV, ever the charmer, strode forward with a smirk. "Well, well, well—what do we have here? Our lovely Y/N, all dolled up to kill. Occasion?"

On cue, Y/n's eyes scanned the men gathered before her, locking eyes with each for a second or two before she spoke in that low, sultry voice, "Gentlemen, I've been a very, very naughty girl, and I need all five of you to help me make it right."

The tension in the room was palpable as the men exchanged glances; a mix of shock and excitement was written across the faces of the men. Normally much more contained, Chris stepped backward and widened his eyes. "I think we might have misconstrued the invite," he stammered.

But Y/N's gaze stuck to them, her expression no doubt filled with hungry longing. "Oh, I think you've understood perfectly," she purred, beckoning them closer with a crook of her finger. "You see, I've had the most delicious fantasy about all of you, and I've decided it's high time I make it real."

The four looked at one another, not knowing exactly what the next course of action should be. George took the lead, his curiosity running deep. "Alright, lass, what's the plan?" he asked, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

Y/N slid off the bed, the sway of her hips hypnotic as she made her way toward them. She reached out and put a hand on George's chest, tracing her fingers over the lines of his muscles. "The plan," she breathed, "is simple. You each get to do whatever you want with me. No holds barred."

The room hushed, except for the soft crackling of the candles. Arthur Hill, in his group of friends, the seasoned veteran when it came to wild nights out, stepped forward. "Alright, love," he started in a deep, gruff voice, "but let's make sure we're on the same page here."

Y/N nodded, the predatory glint in her eye. "Agreed," she purred lowly as her hand slid down to George's belt. "But remember, this is all for fun, and we all get what we want." She leaned in closer, her hot breath against his ear. "But you'll have to work for it."

Isaaс, who was standing by the door, swаllоwed hard, trying to wrap his head around all the implications of all this. He had never gotten himself into such a situation, but his desires forbade him to bаck away. He stepped forward very slоwly while his eyes brutally raked Y/N's bоdy. "Cоunt me in," he said, the thick desire hoarse in his voice.

The other three men looked at each other wordless, their eyes a dead give-away of disbelief, excitement, and perhaps a tinge of fear. They knew it could get out of hand, but the temptation was far too great to resist. These men had all watched her videos and heard her flirty comments, and she now stood before them, offering herself up like a prize to be shared.

Chris broke the silence first. "Alright, if we're all in, then let's get this party started," he said, attempting to sound cool, but in reality, his heart was racing wildly. The tension in that room increased, with them all stepping closer to her, their eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin.

Y/N eyed them each in turn, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Strip," she commanded, firmness laced in her voice. There was an infinitesimal hesitation before the men began to strip off their clothes, fumbling with buttons and zippers. The room started to heat up as clothing hit the floor, and their eager arousal became evident.

Chris was the oldest in the circle and went ahead first. He stared into Y/N's eyes, clasped her around the waist, yanking her into a desperate kiss, drawing out the air from her. His hands roamed over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts and ass as she melted into him. The rest watched, their desires building as they took in the view of their friend claiming her first.

ArthurTV was quick of wit, silver of tongue-next. He leaned in with a smirk, hands sliding up her thighs. "I got a surprise for you," he murmured, his fingers finding the wetness collected between her legs. He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned into Chris's mouth. Isaac and George, the remaining two, sat down and watched as excitement took them; their cocks stiffened in anticipation.

Y/N pushed Chris away, panting, before turning to ArthurTV. "That all you got?" she teased, beckoning him on. He gave a dark chuckle and leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Oh, I got lots more," he assured her, guiding her towards the bed.

The others didn't waste any more time; each was out to have his piece of her. Isaac was by no means shy anymore, stepped up, and claimed her mouth. His tongue danced with hers in a passionate duel as George and Arthur Hill looked at her, starving, hands mapping every curve, every dip, with possessive strokes.

Chris stepped back, eyes dark with the desire to have watched his friends touch her. He knew sooner or later he would have to regain control, but for now, he enjoyed the show, his cock pulsing with every gasp and moan escaping Y/N's lips.

Isaac leaned forward, and his hands moved to her breasts, gently kneading them before pinching her nipples. She arched her back, pushing into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed in the upsurge of pleasure that filled the room with the symphony of heavy breathing and whispered words of lust.

Arthur Hill forward, his eyes dark with hunger as he reached for her hips to spin her around, pressing against the edge of the bed. He exhaled, "Your turn," as he pried her legs apart. The tongue traced a path from her ankle down into her inner thigh, skin goosebumping from the heat of his breath.

Y/N's legs quaked, her body shuddering, as Arthur's lips reached her sex, his tongue doing a delicious dance around her clitoral area. A moan escaped her lips, her body already betraying her as it reacted to the onslaught of sensations. ArthurTV looked on with a smug smile on his face, stroking his cock while he waited for his turn. "Looks like she's enjoying herself," he said with a quip—he got a glare for it from Arthur Hill.

Chris couldn't wait any longer and moved in behind Arthur Hill, his cock pressed up against her backside. He leaned in close, his hot breath against her ear. "Ready for more?" he breathed as she nodded, her breathing shallow gasps. He reached around, one hand playing with her clitoral area while Arthur Hill's tongue continued its relentless assault. It was almost too much to handle, and an orgasm began building low in her belly.

George and Isaac watched, their cocks bobbing gently in the candlelight as they took in the erotic scene unfolding in front of them. He stepped up, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts, his thumb brushing against the hardened nipple. "I want a taste," he murmured, and she leaned back, granting him access. His mouth closed over her breast, sucking and teasing as she writhed under the combined efforts of the two men.

Isaac's face was red, his eyes covered with a hood of desire as he kneeled beside Arthur Hill. He watched intently as Arthur's tongue delved into her wetness, her legs trembling with every stroke that danced across. "Please," she whimpered, and with a wicked grin, Isaac leaned in, his mouth joining Arthur's in a duel of tongues and lips.

The feeling of having two mouths on her was almost too much for Y/N to bear. She bucked her hips, her moans rising louder as they worked in tandem, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she grasped at fistfuls of the bedsheets, trying desperately to anchor herself against reality. The room spun with pleasure; the heat of their bodies wrapped her up in a cocoon of lust.

ArthurTV, not content to just stand and watch any longer, stepped forward, his cock at full attention. Standing over her, he stroked it slowly, his eyes watching the contraction of her face. "Open up, love," he said, and she took him immediately in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as the taste of him was intoxicating; she wanted more.

Chris and Arthur Hill didn't miss a single beat, their hands and mouths working in harmony to drive her closer to the edge. Y/N's eyes rolled back as the pressure began to build, her body tightening around Arthur's tongue as he continued to lick her. She felt the heat of George's breath as he leaned into the side of her neck, his teeth nibbling gently at her earlobe.

Isaac and ArthurTV watched their own desires come to a boiling point at the sight of their friend sans restraint in their passion. They exchanged a look, both keen to take their turn. Y/N felt a hand at her waist, gently lifting her onto the bed. She looked up to see George smiling down at her, his eyes filled with lust. "My turn," he whispered, and she parted her thighs in all eagerness and invited him inside.

He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue plunging deep as he plunged into her with a single, powerful stroke. She moaned into his mouth, her body already primed and ready for more. He began to move, hips pumping in a steady rhythm that had her death-gripping the sheets.

Chris dove in to take Arthur Hill's place, his cock immediately being sucked into her mouth as she greedily sucked him, never taking her eyes off George fucking her. The room was a cacophony of passion: moans and groans, skin slapping skin. The air was heavy with the smell of sex and sweat; the flickering candlelight cast an intimate, warm glow over it all.

Isaac watched, his hand going to stroke his own cock as he took in the sight of his friend claiming her. Desire was bright in George's eyes, raw need etched into every line of his face. He knew it was only a matter of time before he had to take his place, but for now, he enjoyed watching the woman he had fantasized about being taken by his best mates.

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as George thrust harder. Her body was a symphony of pleasure, each touch and kiss sending shockwaves through her. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, pressure coiling in her core. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.

George obeyed, becoming more and more erratic as his climax neared. Arthur Hill and Isaac watched as they stroked their own cocks, their stroking in time with George's thrusts as the room spun into a blur of flesh and desire, their attention only for the woman writhing on the bed in front of them.

Chris pulled from her mouth, panting, and took his place next to ArthurTV. They watched together as George brought Y/N to the edge, her back arched and her nails digging into the mattress. With a final, guttural groan, George emptied himself inside her, shuddering with the force of his release. He collapsed beside her, pure satisfaction etched on his face.

Y/N panted and blushed, gazing up at the remaining two. "Who's next?" she purred, full of seduction. ArthurTV stepped forward, cock in hand. Wasting no time, he filled her, his movements fast and sure as he claimed her mouth once more. She moaned around his shaft, her tongue swirling around him as he started to fuck her with the same fervor as the rest.

Isaac kneeled beside her, his cock rigid, the youngest and most anxious. Without reservation or hesitation, she took him all in, her hand clasping his base as she took him deep into her throat. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned loudly, purely in pleasure. "So good," he muttered, his hand burying in her hair, guiding her motions.

The room became a tornado of lust and desire, each man taking their turn to claim her, their movements becoming frenzied with every successive moment. The bed creaked in protest—the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. Y/N moaned even louder, her body a canvas of pleasure painted by the hands and cocks of the men she lured into her web.

Isaac's eyes didn't leave hers as he face-fucked her, his hand clenching in her hair at every gagging noise she made. She could feel the veins in his cock twitching, his orgasm imminent. The feel of his impending release spiraled her own climax closer, her body tensing in anticipation. ArthurTV's hips snapped against her own, his cock plunging deep to hit that spot that made her toes curl.

Her eyes watered, fighting for breath around Isaac's cock, but she didn't pull away; instead, she took him deeper, and her throat muscles worked around him. The feeling of being used, being taken by all five of them, was more intoxicating than any drink she'd ever had—it felt as if she'd been waiting for this moment her whole life.

Chris stroked his cock as he watched, his own desire reaching a peak added to by the sight of their pleasure. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her, and slid into her from behind. The feel of being filled so completely was almost too much to bear as she gasped. The men had become a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements as they brought her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her gaze never wavered from ArthurTV's as the tension between them became palpable, the rising heat of Chris's orgasm evident to her. ArthurTV stroked faster, his breathing shallow, until with a final grunt, he was spurting into her, his cum mingling with George's and coating her insides.

Isaac's eyes rolled back as he came, his semen spurting onto her face and chest. Greedily, she lapped at the taste of him. Arthur Hill, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, took this for his cue, sliding in as the others pulled out. He moved with a rhythm all his own, and she was aware of the bedbouncing her body beneath his powerful thrusts.

She lay with her legs wide, her body open to them like a feast, and they took full advantage. ArthurTV leaned in, kissing her neck and whispering dirty things in her ear as his hands roamed her body and Arthur Hill pounded into her. A moan escaped her throat, which was muffled by Arthur's cock, as her hips arced toward each thrust.

"You like that, don't you, Slut?" Arthur Hill growled in his low voice gruffly. "You like being filled by all of us?" Y/N could only nod, the look in her eyes crazed with lust. "Say it," he demanded, his grip on her hips tightening. "Say you're our little slut."

She complied, her voice a breathy whisper. "I'm your slut," she moaned, the words sending a shiver down her spine. The dirty talk only seemed to heighten her arousal, wetting her further and making her more eager for their attention. ArthurTV leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You're such a good girl, taking all of us," he murmured, his voice sweet in contrast to Arthur Hill's harshness.

"Fuck me, fill me," she begged, her voice little more than a whisper above the slapping of their hips. The men became more aggressive with each word, their own dirty remarks egging her on further. "You're so tight," Arthur Hill grunted, his strokes becoming more erratic. "So fucking tight."

"Yeah, take it all," ArthurTV whispered, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're made for this, aren't you? Made to be used by us." The raw words sent another wave of heat through her, pussycats clenching around Arthur Hill's cock as another orgasm threatened to break free. Tension pulled tight inside her body, higher and tighter with each thrust.

"Tell us how much you love it," Chris said, eyes dark with lust, as he watched Arthur Hill fuck her. "Tell us how much you love having all five of us inside you." Y/N whimpered, words choking from her in a moan. "I love it," she gasped, her voice raw with passion. "I love being your slutty."

Grunts and curses from the men rose in volume, their movements wilder still at the words. Arthur Hill's thrusts became more powerful yet, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make her eyes water. "That's it," he groaned, strained. "Tell us how much you want us to fill you up."

Y/N's cheeks were flushed, hair a wild mess around her face as she moaned and begged for more. "I want it," she panted. "I want all of your cum inside me." The filthy talk spurred Arthur Hill on, his hips working harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension rise, her body clenching around him.

"That's right," ArthurTV muttered hotly in her ear. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" He reached down to play with her clitoral area, his thumb circling the sensitive nub while Arthur Hill's cock pummeled her pussycat. The combination was exquisite, taking her spiraling toward the abyss of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, the words barely intelligible. "I want it, I need it." She arched her back, her body begging for more. The men took her words as a challenge, their movements becoming savage as each of them worked to be the one to tip her over the edge.

"You're ours," Arthur Hill grunted, his teeth clamping with effort. "Our little fuck toy." Y/N's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the degradations adding to her excitement. "Yes," she whimpered, the word tumbling from her lips in a needy plea. "I'm yours; do whatever you want with me."

The words seemed to unleash something feral in the men. Their movements became more primal, and they talked dirty to her, voices hazing into a symphony of lust and dominance. "You're going to scream for us," ArthurTV muttered, his thumb rubbing harder against her clitter. "Scream our names as we make you come."

Y/N's eyes snapped open and locked with Arthur Hill's searing gaze. "You're going to come for us," he said, the timbre low, a command. "You're going to come so hard, you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." The heat rose higher and higher, her pussycat clenching around his cock with each word.

"You're so fucking hot," ArthurTV breathed, his thumb still working her clitter in circles. "The way you're taking all of us, like the little slut you are." The insult only seemed to turn her on more, and her body responded to their every demand. She could feel Arthur Hill's cock swelling inside her, his orgasm approaching.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me come." It hung in the air, a desperate plea for release. The men laughed, enjoying the power they held over her. "Not yet," Arthur Hill said, his voice low. "First, you're going to make me come."

He grabbed her hips, slamming her onto her back as his cock never left her body. Hunched over, he nipped at her neck, fucking harder. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she tried to get closer, feel him deeper. The pleasure was so strong it was almost painful—a delicious agony she never wanted to end.

"You like it rough, don't you, Slut?" Arthur Hill's voice was a snarl in her ear as his teeth nipped at her lobe. "You like it when we treat you like the whore you are." She moaned, the words only serving to fuel her desire. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission. "I love it."

"That's right," ArthurTV added, his hand still buried in her hair. "You're a dirty little slut, and we're going to use you until you can't take anymore." Y/N's eyes rolled back as the pleasure built inside her with each thrust. "Use me," she begged, her hips rising to meet Arthur Hill's. "I'm here for you."

Chris, unable to wait a moment longer, slid back into her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva. She sucked him in hungrily, her eyes never leaving Arthur Hill's as he fucked her hard, his intensity bordering on violence. The other two men watched, their strokes growing quicker as they watched their friend claim her.

"You're doing so well," Arthur Hill praised her, his voice strained with effort. "Such a good little slut, taking all of us." Y/N moaned around Chris's cock, the dirty talk sending her closer to the edge. She could feel Arthur Hill's cock swelling inside her, his orgasm approaching like a freight train.

ArthurTV whispered into her ear, "You're going to take it all," his hand playing with her clitter, "every drop of our cum." His words sent a shiver down her spine; the anticipation of their collective release was almost too much to handle. She nodded, looking at them pleadingly for them to give her what she needed.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice husky with longing. "I want it all." Arthur Hill clutched her hips harder as his thrusts grew wilder, closer to orgasm. "You're going to make me cum so hard," he growled, boring his eyes into hers.

"That's it," ArthurTV encouraged, his voice a seductive purr. "Tell us how much you love being our little slutty." Y/N's body was a maelstrom of sensation, her pussycle clenching around Arthur Hill's cock as she felt the beginnings of her own orgasm. "I love it," she moaned, her voice raw. "I love being your slutty."

The words sounded like the last straw that broke Arthur Hill's patience. Roaring, he emptied into her, his cock pulsating with the force of his release. Y/N's eyes would widen as she felt the warmth of his cum fill her up, the sensation making her tip over the edge. Her body began spasm after spasm; her orgasm ripped through her like lightening, convulsing her entire body.

Chris watched her, his own climax imminent. He pulled out of her mouth and painted her face with his seed, his hot cum mixing with the sweat that already coated her skin. She moaned, the feeling of his hot semen on her face sending her into another wave of pleasure. The other two men watched, their own climaxes close behind.

Arthur Hill withdrew, puffing heavily, and rolled off the bed onto his back, his chest heaving rapidly up and down. George was into his place in one smooth action without missing a beat, his cock slipping into her still-shuddering pussy. Much softer than the others, his thrusts were smooth and sweet, as if savoring the moment. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes for hers alone. "So perfect."

The feeling that hit Y/n was a weird mix of satisfaction, awe, and a hint of fear. These men took her to heights she had never known were out there, but it was still not enough. Her body had been a playground to them, and she couldn't help but let them do whatever they wanted with it.

George began to stroke, his actions slow and deliberative. He leaned further forward now, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. She felt the warmth of Arthur Hill's cum leaking from her, mingling with her own juices. It was a deliciously wicked sensation, a reminder of the depraved act they'd all just enjoyed.

Isaac and ArthurTV watched with hungry eyes, the cocks still rock-hard as they waited their turn. They stroked themselves all the time, their eyes never leaving this erotic dance playing in front of them. The room was a symphony of passion—the wet slap of skin and the ragged breathing of participants were the only sounds.

Every time he thrust, Y/N would feel George's cock reach that spot, and shivers of pleasure would run down her spine. Her legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer and deeper. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussycat clenching down on him like a fist. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Don't ever stop."

Isaac and ArthurTV watched, their own arousal boiling over. Neither could stand to wait anymore. "Let me have a taste," Isaac whispered, his voice thick with want. George chuckled, pulled out, and flipped her over onto her stomach. "Be my guest," he said, slapping her ass as she moaned into the pillow.

Isaac positioned himself behind her and at the sight of his cock so slick with pre-cum. He slid into her tight, used pussy with ease, the wetness of the previous men's cum easing his way. Y/N's moans grew louder as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass. "So good," he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "You're so fucking tight."

Her body was a live wire, jolts of pleasure running through her with every touch. The room spun, narrowing the world down to the sensations in her body from the cocks inside her and the hands touching her. "Harder," she begged, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I need it harder."

ArthurTV took her mouth again, his cock sliding in and out of her lips as she moaned around him. She could feel the tension in his body; his orgasm was just out of reach. "You're going to make me cum," he whispered, his voice strained. "You're going to make me fill your mouth with my cum."

The words brought a new wave of arousal to her as her pussycat clamped onto Isaac's cock. She sucked harder at him, her tongue working his shaft while he continued to fuck her mouth. The taste of the other men's cum remained prevalent, reminding her of the degradative journey on which she had set out.

Chris and Arthur Hill watched, their cocks already growing once again hard. They had never seen a thing so erotic, so primal. The thought of their friends taking her, using her body for their own pleasure, was just too much for them. They leaned forward, touching her, their hands wandering over her body as they whispered filthy words into her ears.

"You're doing so well," Arthur Hill whispered, his soft tone a stark contrast to the coarseness of the others. "You're taking us all so beautifully." His hand moved to her clitoral area, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh as he watched Isaac fuck her from behind.

The combination was too much for Y/N to handle. Her body is a maelstrom of sensation, pleasure so high that it's almost painful. She felt ArthurTV's cock swell in her mouth; his orgasm was near. "Swallow it," he said, his voice thick with lust. She nodded, wanting to please him, and took him deep into her throat as he came.

Isaac's movements became frantic as his cock slid in and out of her with wet, sloppy sounds. She could feel his orgasm building, his cock pulsing with every stroke. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to fill you up."

Y/N's body tensed, and her pussycat clamped down on him, the beginnings of her third orgasm already washing over her. She screwed her eyes shut, her body shaking with the force of it. "Do it," she begged, the words a desperate plea. "Cum inside me."

With a roar, Isaac emptied himself into her, his cum joining the rest inside her. She felt his warmth fill her, and the sensation sent her spiraling into another orgasm. Her body spasmed, her pussycat contracting around his cock, as she screamed into the pillow.

Limbs were tangled, sighs were sated, and the room was thick with sex. Y/N was lying on the bed, her body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. The men pulled out—their cocks covered in her juices—and fell around her, their breathing heavy with exertion.

There was only the sound of their hearts beating as one, the quiet whispers of their breathing filtering through the air. The candles danced around them, their shadows veering across them through flushed and sweat-slickened bodies. They had taken her, used her, claimed her as their own, and she had loved every second of it.

The men lay sprawled around her, their eyes glazed over with satisfaction. Their chests rose and fell with deep, contented sighs, their cocks now at rest, having spent their seed inside her welcoming warmth. It was in the aftermath of a primal dance wherein desire had knitted them together—a palpable thread forged in the fire of passion.

Her mind was a mess, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She couldn't believe she just did this—that she let herself be used by all five of them. But she didn't feel used; she felt powerful and desired. Each thrust, each groan of pleasure, was a declaration of her sexual prowess, and she reveled in it.

Arthur Hill's gentle strokes on her clitoral had been like a sweet caress, a tender reminder of his dominance amidst the frenzy. His words in her ear were soothing and challenging, pushing her closer to the edge with every syllable. The way he looked at her when he came, as if she was all that mattered in this world, had been heady.

His hands on her breasts had branded her, marking her as theirs. She felt the heat of his gaze even when he wasn't touching her, his eyes devouring every inch of her. The way he'd whispered dirty words in her ear had made her feel like the most desired woman alive. It was like a paint of his cum on her face, leaving a part of himself with her, claiming her in the most primal possible way.

George's gentle touch had belied the others; his kisses on her neck and breasts were as light as butterfly wings. His patience was a sweet reprieve, his tenderness a gentle reminder that beneath the chaos, there was a person with feelings and desires. Whispers of praise had been balm to her soul, soothing the beast that had been loosed within her.

The dominance of ArthurTV had been oddly alluring; the way he took her mouth, his cock claiming her like a conquering force, thrilled her. She'd never felt so powerless, so completely consumed by another's pleasure, and she found that she enjoyed it. His smirk as he watched her cum for him, his own release imminent, had been the final push she needed to let go, to fully embrace the slut they had all turned her into. Isaac's raw need had been undeniable. His eyes were wild with lust, his touch almost desperate as he claimed her from behind. His gruffness, the whispered dirty words in her ear, had made her feel so much like a prized possession. The painful sting of his brutal treatment of her hair, mixed with the extreme pleasure of feeling his cock fill her up, had brought out something in her she never knew existed. She likes it—the way he uses her, the way he makes her feel like some dirty little secret.

Lying amidst a circle of men, faces upwards, panting and spent, she could not help but feel triumphant. She did what she wanted to do and had taken all five of them. She did not waste a single moment, enjoying every bit of it. Her body was sticky from sweat and cum, telling of the carnality of their session. The bed beneath her was a tangled mess of rumpled sheets and discarded clothes, a battleground of pleasure.

The soft candlelight bathed the room in its gentle glow, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to her skin. She felt odd, nearly at peace, her body sated but her mind racing with the memories of what had just transpired. What now, she wondered? Would they all just lie in this bed, basking in the afterglow of their depraved act? Or would they find themselves once again thrown into the battle, eager for more of what so willingly she had given to them?

Chris was the first to move, his hand tracing a lazy pattern across her back as he leaned in to press a soft, gentle kiss against her neck. "That was," he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find his words. "Amazing," Y/N supplied, her voice still husky from screams torn from her throat. He chuckled, low and warm. "Yeah," he agreed. "It really was."

The tension in the room began to break as the others stirred, their sated bodies moving lazily against the tangled sheets. Arthur Hill propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze sweeping over her form. "You're something else," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. She couldn't help but preen under his praise; her cheeks hued with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Thank you," she whispered, trying to find some further words and coming up empty.

Chris leaned down, his hand staying on the small of her back, and pressed a kiss against her cheek. "You're incredible," he said, gravitas in his tone. "We'll have to do this again." At just the threat of it, a thrill ran through her, excitement already building for another encounter with these men. "Definitely," she agreed, the smirk dancing around her lips.

The others stirred, starting to wake sated. Arthur Hill leaned in, slanting his mouth over hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue slid against hers, tasting the last remnants of passion they'd shared. "I never get enough of you," he muttered, his voice heavy with lust. "Me neither," she whispered.

They shifted, their bodies resettling around her. It was clear that the night was really nowhere near over, as desire still gleamed brightly in their eyes. "What now?" Y/N asked, her voice imbibed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Now," Arthur Hill said, a roguish smile playing on his lips, "we make this a regular thing."

The idea of becoming their friends with benefits was exhilarating and terrifying. The thought of the five men she had just met, having unlimited access to her body, sent a thrill down her spine. But she couldn't run from the pull—the raw, primeval need they had awakened in her.

"We'll take good care of you," George assured her, his voice a husky purr of seduction. "You can always be our little slut to come to whenever you need it." And strangely enough, the thought of being the girl they ran to whenever they needed their sexual fix was reassuring in some odd way. It wasn't love, no, but it was something. It was passion and desire, raw and unfiltered.

ArthurTV chuckled, his hand stroking her thigh. "And we'll make sure you're always satisfied," he said, eyes gleaming mischievous. "You never have to beg for it again." The promise sent a thrill through her—the idea of having them at beck and call all the time was incredibly arousing.

Isaac leaned in, his already starting to harden again. "But for now," he said, his voice a gruff whisper, "I think we need to clean up." He slid off the bed, his cock glistening with mixed juices. "And then," he winked, "maybe round two?"

The others laughed; the spark of mischief danced in their eyes. Y/N couldn't help but feel the thrill of it, her body already begging for more. They helped her off the bed, the stickiness of the cum between her legs making her wobble just a little. Arthur Hill caught her, his arms strong and steady around her waist. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, leading her to the bathroom.

The warm water from the shower washed away the remnants of their encounter, embracing them with steam as they stood under the spray. The men took turns soaping her body, their gentle touches standing in stark contrast to the ferocity of their actions earlier. They were attentive to make sure she was clean and pampered; it touched her in a way she did not expect. It was as if they were reassuring her that, in spite of them taking her so thoroughly, she was very special.

They emerged from the shower, bodies shining and renewed. The bed was made afresh, with new candles in place and a bottle of champagne chilling on the bedside. "To us," ArthurTV toasted, his eyes locking with hers as he clinked his glass to hers. The bubbly liquid slid down her throat, the sweetness just right against the saltiness of their sweat and cum still in her mouth.

They lay entangled with each other in the clean sheets, their laughter filling the room thick with the odor of sex, sweet with this new bond. They talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know one another outside of the bedroom. It was a moment of companionship that she hadn't anticipated—a moment of happiness that she knew she would treasure.

What remained of the night had been a blur of hot kisses and soft touches, the odd bout of sex interrupting their talking. But what really stayed in her mind was the tenderness: the manner in which they had regarded her, the manner in which they had made her feel. This was a night she knew she'd never forget, one that changed her in ways she was only just beginning to fathom.

When morning finally broke, the men held her close, their arms wrapped warmly around her in protection and longing. Whispering sweet nothings into her ears, warm breath sent heat to her skin. There was a promise of times yet to come—a heady mix of excitement and anticipation left hanging in the air. Y/N closed her eyes, feeling more content than she had in a long time. For now, she had finally found a place she fit, molded in the arms of those five men who so thoroughly claimed her.

That night, they had spent reliving their story of how they met, but the story that was going to be truly theirs was only just now beginning, and as morning light spread over London, casting its golden rays over tangled limbs, Y/N knew she knew exactly where to find home. She was theirs, and happy to be so. The five of them had found that special something that superseded physicality: love. As they drifted to sleep, their hearts beating in unison, she knew she had found her place in life—the most unlikely of places.

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Another Update

getting back into the groove and writing and editing my drafts so imagines should be coming out soon and for those asking the Five Guys imagine will be coming out monday so stay tuned for that!

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Quick Update

Hey guys sorry for the delay in not posting in a while haven’t been doing good health wise and haven’t had motivation to write. Going to start writing again on Monday and getting through requests, I am going to close my requests for now till I get through a decent amount of them! Thanks for the continued love and support, it keeps me going and of course my love for these boys!

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[whereforarthur]

this many be a strange one but could u do like george or arthur tv edging the reader smut? xx

Great idea, added to queue!

[whereforarthur]

A Delightful Surprise

Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut with either Chris or Arthur hill where the reader has no gag reflex and they find out when the reader goes down on them for the first time

Pairing: Arthur Hill x Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1.4k

*****

The room was a cozy little sanctuary, infused with the warm, familiar scent of his cologne mixed with a gentle breeze from a lovely London summer evening. As the sun dipped below the horizon, it painted the space with a soft orange glow filtering through the half-drawn curtains. Shadows waltzed on the walls, playing tag with the bookshelves and scattered instruments, creating a beautiful scene where creativity and comfort intertwined—just like Arthur Hill himself.

Standing beside the unmade bed, they kissed with a hunger that spoke of longing, as if they had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Arthur’s fingers traced the edge of her shirt, lightly mapping the smooth skin just above her waistband. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, lost in the heat of the moment. His breath was warm on her neck, sending delightful shivers down her spine, syncing with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest. Y/N felt her heart race, melding together with his in that charged atmosphere.

Their kisses grew more intense, bodies pressing against one another as Arthur’s hands explored her curves. She ran her fingers across his strong shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. They had danced around this electric chemistry for weeks, filled with dates that overflowed with laughter and lingering glances. The anticipation was building to a climax—it was time to let the music of their desire play out.

They tumbled onto the bed, the mattress giving a soft sigh beneath them. The sound of their clothes brushing together blended with their quickening breaths, creating a gentle background score to the passion unfolding. Y/N's heart raced as the heat pooled within her, and Arthur’s gaze searched hers, silently asking for affirmation to continue. With a blush of desire lighting up her cheeks, she nodded, and he fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, excitement making his hands tremble.

"You’re stunning," he murmured, his voice deep and sincere, vibrating through her as he unclothed her to reveal the delicate lace of her bra. She blushed, briefly shy as she looked away, but his gentle touch coaxed her gaze back to him. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw your profile.” His words felt like a sweet melody, instantly calming her as he began to trace a path down her stomach with his lips, drawing soft gasps from her.

“Arthur,” she whispered urgently, the name leaving her lips as a quiet plea. He kissed her deeply again, his hands gliding up her leg, teasingly brushing against her panties. “Is this okay?” he whispered, his gaze probing hers for any hesitation. She nodded, her voice low and sultry, “I want this too.”

Every piece of clothing he peeled away felt like he was unwrapping a precious gift. With each kiss he placed along her body, she felt the weight of their connection deepen—powerful yet vulnerable. "I've never felt anything like this before," she admitted shakily, and he paused, searching her eyes with genuine concern.

"You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with," he assured her tenderly, his thumb caressing her cheek. Something in his warm gaze made her heart swell, and she took a breath before whispering, "I want to taste you."

His eyes went wide with surprise and excitement. “Are you sure?” he rushed out, words spilling forth like water from a burst dam. “We can take it slow, or we can stop. Just tell me.” His voice was steady, filled with a concern that melted her hesitation. She met his eyes, feeling a surge of confidence, and placed a finger over his lips. “I’m sure.”

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. “Okay, but just remember, you can stop me anytime.” As he sought her reassurance, all he found in her gaze was excitement and a hint of mischief.

Y/N shifted down his body, her eyes locked onto his as she felt the heat radiating from him. The need inside her intensified, a growing crescendo rippling through her. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she paused, teasingly brushing her fingertips over the button. His breath hitched, desire clouding his eyes as he watched her, his anticipation building.

With a flick of her wrist, she expertly undid his fly, the zipper gliding down with a soft whisper. Arthur lifted his hips, allowing her to peel away both his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion. His erection sprang free, and for a moment, she savored the sight, appreciating how eager he was for her touch. Leaning in, she let her breath ghost over the tip, eliciting a shudder from him.

“Tell me what you want,” she urged, her voice low and sultry. Flustered, he struggled to find the words. “I want… I want you to make me feel good,” he finally managed, his voice thick with longing. A playful smirk crossed her lips, and her eyes gleamed with delight. “In that case,” she said, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “I’m going to take you to places you never knew existed.”

With that, she enveloped him in her mouth, warmth and wetness consuming him. Arthur’s reaction was immediate—a guttural moan escaped him as pleasure ignited across his body. He had never felt anything like this before; everything else faded, leaving only the intoxicating sensations she created. Her head bobbed in a rhythm that left him breathless, her tongue swirling as she expertly explored him.

“Do you… do you have a gag reflex?” he managed to ask, a laugh bubbling out as he watched her gleefully. With a playful sparkle in her eyes, she pulled back slightly, a smug smile gracing her lips. “Nope,” she teased. “It’s always been pretty non-existent.”

Fantastically vulnerable, Arthur couldn’t help but feel a rush of disbelief mixed with thrill. “Fuck me,” he whispered in awe. “That’s incredible.” She was otherworldly in her skill, leaving him to wonder how he had gotten so lucky. “God, marry me,” he blurted, the words rushing out before he could catch them.

Y/N giggled, her laughter sending jolts of excitement through him. “Is that a proposal?” she teased, a playful grin lighting up her features. “Maybe,” he replied, breathless. “But right now, I just need you to do that again.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned back in, taking him deeper this time, her throat inviting him in. Arthur’s head fell back, lost in the euphoric sensations. Her tongue worked wonders along the sensitive edges, bringing him to the brink again and again.

“Y/N,” he groaned, pleading as his body began to hum with electric tension. “You're so good.” Each stroke made him lose more of himself; every sound spilling from his lips was music to her ears. He could feel himself nearing the edge, the building pressure making him dizzy.

“I’m going to come,” he gasped, teetering on the precipice, and she only smiled wider, urging him on. “Cum for me, baby,” she murmured, the warmth of her voice sending another wave of pleasure washing over him.

In that moment, he surrendered completely to the sensations, the world shrinking down to just the two of them, moving together in a perfect rhythm. When he finally let go, the orgasm crashed over him, his features contorting in bliss as he called her name. She swallowed every drop, gazing up at him with a satisfied smile, the pleasure dancing in her eyes.

Breathless, Arthur collapsed back against the bed, still reeling from the overwhelming intensity. She wiped her mouth with a playful elegance, sending another rush of heat through him. “Wow,” he murmured, still trying to process what had just transpired.

“Was that good for you?” she asked, her playful tone light as a feather. He chuckled, still dazed. “Understatement of the year,” he managed, reaching out to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “Your mouth… it’s a gift.”

Y/N blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and pride coloring her cheeks. “It’s all for you,” she breathed, leaning in for another kiss. This time, it was soft and tender, laced with the sweetness of their shared moment. The taste of him mixed with desire served only to rekindle the flames igniting their passion once more. “How do you do that?” he asked, genuine wonder filling his tone.

“Practice, I suppose,” she answered with a mischievous shrug, her smile radiant. He couldn’t comprehend how he’d never encountered someone like her before; she seemed created just for him, a perfect blend of skill and warmth.

“You’re something else,” he breathed and drew her closer. “Thank you.” Her smile turned sultry, and he reveled in the promise of more unforgettable moments still to come.

*****

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So Much Restraint

Request: george (dom) smut where we have been on a group holiday and stopping ourselves from having sex cos of the other ppl (staying in the same villa/b&b) but once we get home its like practically clawing at each others clothes

Pairing: George Clarkey x Gf!Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 3.2k

*****

Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. - William Blake

George leaned against the railing of the villa balcony, his gaze following the boundary between the sea, which was as blue as the ocean, and the sky above. After daybreak, the warm hue of the blazing sun engulfed the clouds, displacing the surging sea below that had looked so blue at the break of dawn. The warm wind blew through a coconut palm, and one could detect the smell of the sea and tropical cream. He sighed and glanced at the heavens, taking in the final moments of solitude before the party commenced.

The past week was a rollercoaster of enjoyment and annoyance. He and his girlfriend, y/n, had to restrain themselves from giving in to each other so as not to disturb their mates on vacation, just nodding and winking at each other as they walked around the living spaces with their friends—Chris, Arthur Hill, and Arthur TV. The villa was very nice, but with people constantly around them, there was no way of giving in to the passion that had been threatening to ignite ever since they set foot in the villa.

As the sun set that evening, George was weak, wanting to give in to his desires. It was a standoff, a power struggle that had been going on all week, one that was palpable yet wordless. As he got up, he saw Y/N standing at the door as she looked straight at him, suggesting that she was fighting the same battle as him. She wore a light summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly.

“It's time for dinner,” Y/N whispered, her words resonating melodiously. ”They are waiting for us downstairs.”

George nodded, yet neither of them looked away from the other. “I know,” he said quietly, the roughness in his tone giving her goosebumps. "I can only imagine what we are going to get up to once we get home."

Silence filled the space between them when he moved closer, and despite the heat in the villa, he only wanted her closer. As if in response, Y/N’s hand slowly extended, touching his chest lightly and causing his spine to tingle.

George saw her looking back at him, and for what felt like hours but could only be a few seconds, an incredible sensation engulfed his entire body and mind. He pulled her closer, the touch of his lips on hers hard and passionate. This was the kiss of love, of desire, the kiss that had been waiting to happen and which was ready to unleash after being pent up for this long.

But as soon as they started, they stopped. Hearing the boy's laughter from the pool below pulled them back into reality. They separated hesitantly, both attempting to calm themselves down. “We can’t,” Y/N whispered, her cheeks burning red.

“I know,” he said, calming her down as he took her hand. “When we get home, I will show you exactly how much I’ve missed you.” It was in his voice that she found the assurance she needed, and with that, she pulled him closer, her arms around his neck as they kissed.

They disappeared from each other for a while; the sound of their pulse echoed with the thump of the sea waves. They were able to keep it to themselves, and the anticipation of the arrangement made it seem like a couple’s promise.

At dinner, they had to wade through desire, circle it like a choreographed dance, sit across from each other at the table with friends, laugh, and chat about the delicious meal and wonderful company. But every time George cast his gaze at Y/N, he could see the same desire in her eyes.

After the meal, they made their excuses, claiming jet lag and the need for an early night. The boys raised their eyebrows in amusement but said nothing.

In their room, George and Y/N took turns in the shower, the sound of water a tantalizing backdrop to their stolen kisses and gentle touches.

Once Y/N emerged, her skin dewy and smelling faintly of coconut, George found his resolve slipping once more. They were both sitting on the edge of the bed; their legs were entangled; they felt the insatiable desire to strip each other. “We can do this,” George whispered, his fingers rubbing through her wet hair. "We can wait; we’ve made it this far."

Y/N breathed in deeply and exhaled, nodding her head slightly. “We have to,” she repeated, her voice a little weary as desperation began to creep in. "If we start now, I don't know if we would ever be able to stop."

They stretched out on the bed, their naked bodies rigid with the agitation of unsatisfied desire. The villa was silent apart from the faint sound of the sea in the distance and laughter from the party in the streets. They could feel the adrenaline pumping through their veins and could virtually hear the sound of their hearts beating.

George’s fingers lightly touched Y/N’s inner thigh, lazing dangerously close to the line of her shorts. "The boys are already complaining about the noises we make at home," he said, though he couldn’t fully hide his amusement. “What would they say if they only knew we have been holding ourselves back?”

Y/N blushed at the thought, gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. “We’ve got to be so much louder at home,” she said, though there was obvious affront in her words. "It will make them think that we have gone mad.”

They smiled at each other, and the tension reduced for a while. But the underlying current persisted; it was an active, waiting-to-detonate-at-any-moment kind of omnipresent tension. George looked down at her and then placed his hand softly over her thighs, delicately tracing lines on her skin. He immediately stopped his movements and faced her as he whispered, “It doesn’t matter what they say.” He smirks at her, “As long as you’re screaming my name.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with delight, and she couldn’t help but gasp at what he said. It was a familiar move, a classic sign of affection, but she went further to touch his face, specifically the line of his jaw, a touch that seemed to power through him like volts of electricity. ‘And what about when we get home?’ she whispered. For many, a dangerous question is the provocative “What do you want to do to me?”

George squeezed her thigh gently and looked at her with lustful eyes. “Everything,” he said, his voice turning into a growl. ”I wish to devour every part of you, have you quiver in my embrace, and hear you scream out my name until your throat gets sore.”

Y/N felt her heart racing just at the thought of it, her pulse rate rising through the roof as high as it could go. "Won't the boys still be home?” she asked, her fingers tracing over his hand.

George chuckled darkly. “Oh, they will hear us alright,” he responded, his eyes alternating between naughtiness and amusement. “But it’s ‘our’ house and ‘our’ rules.” The words slither through the air like a sultry whisper before he continues: “And if I remember correctly, you enjoyed 'screaming’ my name without a care in the world before.”

The atmosphere in the room became oppressively heavy, and the tension was palpable. Y/N moved her hand up his chest; she ran her nails along the surface and felt him shiver under her touch. ‘I have missed you, she murmured lustfully.

But just when George was about to surrender to this desire to strip her naked and finally feel her, a sound from the next room brought them to a halt. It was the Arthurs' unmistakable, slurred laughter as the duo clumsily barged into the room.

“Maybe we should try to get some sleep,” Y/N said quietly, waking up with concern in her eyes. ‘I don't know what I would do if they ever walked in on us.’

George let out a long-suffering sigh, his limbs trembling in protestation for not giving in. “Alright,” he agreed, even though he felt an overpowering urge to demand more. They kissed one more time and then lay gently beside each other, their limbs touching in the darkness of the bed where they slept.

The night was full of insomnious, restless whispers and secrets of lips pretending not to ache for each other. They found themselves lying side by side, and the distance that separated them seemed enormous.

Each time George moved in the bed, it made a squeaky sound, and this made them realize the importance of keeping quiet. They would go to bed and only wake up in the wee hours of the morning with the air between them pregnant with desire.

The next day, like all the previous days, the vacation by the tropical sun had arrived with no special warning, different from the fact that it was the last of the vacation, and the day felt weighty with the expectation of what was to come.

They packed their bags, the mundane task feeling almost erotic as their eyes kept darting toward each other, silently acknowledging the unspoken tension.

On their way to the airport, George’s hand lightly touched Y/N’s thigh in the back of the taxi, which sent a spark between them. She gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles white, and he knew she felt the same desperation. The flight home was torture; each minute seated in the plane was a silent plea for satisfaction.

The feeling only grew more intense once they got to their flat in London that they shared with Chris and Arthur Hill.

As soon as they both stepped inside and the door shut, George pushed Y/N against the wall and went in for it, kissing her fiercely as he had been wanting to for the past two days. She moaned, overly aroused, the suppressed passion of their vacation reacting.

”I need you,” George repeated softly in her ear, his teeth lightly touching her tender skin.

Y/N immediately grabbed his chest and shoved him backward with such force that it made him stumble. “No, not here!” she replied with a passion that radiated throughout her body.

George stared at her, his expression feral and filled with desire. “Let them hear,” he whispered, the possessiveness clear in his voice. “Make sure they understand that they belong to me.”

Y/N’s breath caught at the blatant demand in his voice. She realized he was correct; they had to give in now; they couldn't wait anymore. They fumbled down the hall, their clothes torn off in a frenzy as they moved. The door to their room banged shut, making the flat resound with the sound.

Their kisses became more passionate as they collapsed onto the bed, desperate to make contact and to take possession of each other. George’s hands traveled all over her, familiarizing themselves with every bump and hollow, every plane and line. It walked its long fingers up her dress, past her hips, his eyes locked with her the whole time.

In his mind, George was already preparing a symphony of sensation for them to get erotically lost in. He wanted to feel her completely, hear the moans of passion, as he thrusts in her. The idea of giving into their desires, giving in to their perverse passion was like a drug to his mind; he became dizzy with all the feelings that stirred his inner conscience.

Y/N’s legs tightened around his waist as he placed her on the bed; the springs of the mattress squeaked gently. He did not mind if the whole house heard them; what mattered to him the most was the present, the touch of her body. Their lips met once more; this time he reached down near her hips and touched the softness of her thighs through the delicate material of her underwear.

“You are stunning, so, so beautiful,” he murmured huskily, running his eyes over the curves of her figure. " I dreamt about this every night."

Too excited to breathe properly, Y/N stared at him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. "I wanna know what you’ve been dreaming about." She whispered seductively into his ear.

George tried to hide the darkness in his eyes as he whispered against her ear, leaning closer to her. ”I’ve dreamt of you open and spread for me, begging me to take you,” he said as his hand traveled higher up her thigh. “I have dreamt of your sweet cries echoing in the room as I continue to fuck you until you cum all over my cock.“

Y/N’s core tightened at the sound of his voice, a thrill of desire pulsating through her. She reached out her fingers around his hard erection, the warmth of it pulsating with his carnal need. “And what do you want now?” she whispered, her lips quivering with lust.

Obsession blazed in George’s gaze, his eyes fixed fiercely on hers as if he desired nothing else in this world. “Now,” he growled, the desire saturating his voice, “it is time to turn these dreams into reality.” Placing himself at her pussy, the head of his cock lightly pressing against her moist lips. “Are you ready for me?”

Again, Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a small moan. “Oh, much more than ready,” she exclaimed, burying her fingers into his muscles as he thrust deep into her. The feel of him inside of her was something she was yearning for. She moaned as she felt the fullness in her stomach.

The room was filled with their lovemaking: the sound of skin against skin, the creak of the mattress, the ragged panting. It was sweet music that only the two of them heard—an opera that unfolded within the confines of the room they both occupied. The zeal of their love deepened with every touch, with every kiss and every murmured endearment they exchanged.

”Scream for me,” George encouraged, his words heavy with passion as he thrust into her. His large palms were covetous, grasping her, possessing her, as if he had to stake out his claim on her.

Y/N closed her eyes, surrendering to his dominance effortlessly. She threw back her head, her nipples rubbing against his bare skin, and cried out as he hit the spot within her that seemed to make her shudder with delight. It was a sound that rang through the silence of the flat, a proclamation of happiness that appeared to shiver the pillars of their existence.

At the sound of her moans George began to rotate his hips even more exaggerated. He could sense it constricting around him, her thighs clamping around his middle as she clung to him. The pressure was intense, the tension that had accumulated on their trip was finally being set free, and George felt that he was close. He stretched one hand towards her, and his fingers quickly located her clit, pressing on it firmly but lightly.

"You are so wet," he whispered with a throaty growl that revealed how much he desired me. "So fucking wet for me."

Y/N blinked slowly, and her eyes were wide with desire as she gazed up at him. “More,” she pleaded, sulky and breathy, her tone sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. "Tell me what you want to do to me, George."

Panting heavily, George followed the demand to release, his voice turning into a deep and monstrous growl. “I want to fuck you until you cannot walk straight,” he whispered, his hips thrusting into her with renewed vigor as the bed frame creaked. “I want to tear you apart and hear you scream my name as if it is the most important thing in the whole wide world.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body reacting to his every word. "Harder," she begged, digging her nails into his back. "I want it all, George. Every inch of you."

George felt his stroke become more strained, his words dirty to the rhythm of their bodies. "You take it all in," he told her, his voice a whisper. "Every fucking inch." She felt him stiffen against her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You'll come so hard, you'll see fucking stars."

Y/N’s moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her pleasure. "I'm so close," she admitted, her voice shaky and hoarse. "I'm going to cum all over your cock."

George's eyes darkened with desire at her words. "Do it," he demanded, his voice a rough command. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you need it."

Y/N’s body reacted to his command, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed his name, her walls clamped together, her nails driving into his back. The feeling was too much, too perfect, and he knew this was just the beginning of their reunion.

"Yeah," George sighed, letting his release run out. "That's it, baby. Take it all." He leaned over and captured her lips in a crushing kiss, drowning out her screams as their bodies moved in perfect unison. The words that left his lips were a mixture of love and lust, a promise of all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

"I'm going to fill you up," he whispered, his teeth brushing against her earlobe. “I want to hear you beg for more. Tell me to never stop fucking you.”

Y/N gasped, the words sending shivers down her spine. “Yes,” she gasped. Her voice was barely audible over the sound of their bodies clashing. “I need you, George.”

He moaned, and his voice echoed in her chest. “You are so fuckable,” he muttered, his hips thrusting deeper into her with every thrust. “I love how you feel this way, so wet, so hot, so perfect.”

Y/N's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the pressure increase again. With her core tightening around him, "Come on, darling," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. “I want to feel you fill me completely.”

Those words were like a catalyst for George. His body responded to the primal urge to fill her up. To mark her as his own, he thrusted one last time. His cock throbbed as he released his seed deep inside her. The feeling was almost overwhelming. A sense of ownership that sent shock waves through his body.

Y/N felt it too. Her body trembled with pleasure as he poured into her. It was a time of pure connection. Moments that seem to last forever.

"Fuck," George said to himself, planting his head on her shoulder. "That was…"

"Perfect," Y/N told him precisely. Her body was still trembling with the shivers of pleasure. Together, they lolled there for a moment, their hearts beating as one, their breathing the only sound in the room.

The following days raced by in a haze of lust and gratification; every opportunity they got, George and Y/N would find a remote spot to give in to their insatiable lust for each other. It could be a quickie in the kitchen or a marathon in their locked-door bedroom listening to music. Whatever it was, they made the most out of it.

*****

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[whereforarthur]

giiirrllllllllll that poker fic ate so hard!!!! i neeeeeed more of those 3

Thanks for the love someone actually just requested another imagine with those three again. Currently working on two imagines now and spending more time editing and reviewing.

[whereforarthur]

george (dom) smut where we have been on a group holiday and stopping ourselves from having sex cos of the other ppl (staying in the same villa/b&b) but once we get home its like practically clawing at each others clothes

Great idea, added to the queue!

[whereforarthur]

Heya ☺️ I was wondering if you could do a smut with either Chris or Arthur hill where the reader has no gag reflex and they find out when the reader goes down on them for the first time, I am obsessed with the way that you write for the guys 💙💙

Great idea, added to the queue!

[whereforarthur]

Caught Red Handed

Request: this is kinda a crazy one idk but what about where reader is like touching herself secretly whilst george is filming and cos hes got his green screen up he doesn’t realise till afterwards when reader is kinda like flustered

Pairing: George Clarkey x Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 3.2k

*****

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in.- Charles Hart

"Alright guys," George stated excitedly into the webcam, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he thought to himself, Today we're plunging into the world of indie gaming. I found some pretty weird games to go over."

As he began his recording, his fingers danced over the keyboard and the screen flickered with numerous coloring. His girlfriend, Y/N, sat silently on his bed behind him, her heart beating as she watched his reflection in the monitor.

His bedroom was a crowded safe haven of gaming equipment, with gaming and movie posters hanging on the walls and controllers thrown like plastic confetti on the floor. The only sounds that could be heard was George's voice as he was recording, the distinct hum from the computer and the occasional tap of George's foot on the floor. Y/N took a deep breath, her gaze constant on the green screen that separated her from George. She could sense the heat rising up to her cheeks, as she thought about how good he looked and sounded. The allure almost becoming to much for her to handle.

Could she actually touch herself while he was recording, without him hearing her? She had to test the waters.

Her hand moved under the blanket, her fingertips tracing up along her thigh as her pulse pounded in her ears. She nippled her bottom lip to hold back the gasp that fell from her lips as her eyes affixed on the screen's reflection of George's face. His attention was completely on the game, his voice a steady stream of enthusiastic comments over the pixelated landscapes and quirky characters filling the screen. Y/N felt a twinge of guilt, but it was shortly overshadowed by the building of a different need.

Lust.

The smooth fabric of her pajama shorts teased her skin as she moved closer to the bed's edge. She observed his shoulders, which moved scarcely as he leaned forward, his eyes wide with eagerness. His laughter was like a siren song to her, sending shivers down her spine and sparking a fire inside her. She started to move her hand in a slow rhythm, the shallow and erratic breathing building up in her body.

Her brain was a mess of sensation as the voice of George stirred her desire to a fever pitch. The velvety timbre of his words, the way they rolled from his tongue, created bright images in her mind, each more tantalizing than the last. She could almost feel his breath on the back, mimicking when he would whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He was completely oblivious to the silent symphony playing out just behind him. The cadence in his speech, the rise and fall of his inflection, set a metronome in her own building crescendo.

The tension in the air was so palpable, she hoped George didn't sense it. She had to tread carefully, the idea that even a small misstep could divulge what she was doing behind his back, literally. Yet, it become thrilling—a potent blend of risk and longing that only turned her on more.

Y/N's touch became bolder, her fingertips dancing across sensitive flesh, tracing the same patterns that George would touch. She felt her body coiling tighter, the pressure developing like a spring about to snap. Her breath stuck in her throat as she swallowed a moan, her eyes locking close for a brief second. The mattress groaned slightly beneath her, a silent hint at what was truly going on.

It was then that she heard it-the faint click of George's chair swivelling. Her eyes shot open, and she froze, her hand trapped under the blanket. The room was utterly still; the only sound was the soft rustle of fabric against skin. Had he heard? A jolt of panic ran through her, the pounding of her pulse in her ears a furious drumline.

But George said nothing, his gaze to the screen as he froze the game in its tracks. He leaned back, rubbing his neck, and she felt a jolt of both relief and dread realizing he was done recording. He was playing the playback, his eyes scanning over the screen with a critical eye. Y/N held her breath, her heart beating so fast it was about to burst from her chest.

Her hand lay immobile, trapped under the blanket, willing her body to calm down. The room was eerily silent; the only sound was George's voice as he muttered to himself. She watched George's mirrored image-the thoughtfulness of his expression as he went over his recording-and she couldn't help the arousal that bubbled at the sight of him so absorbed in his work.

Y/N took a deep, steadying breath and continued to touch herself once more, her hands taking over their silent dance. The guilt was still there, a gentle whisper in the back of her mind, however her excitement was too strong to ignore, outweighing any guilt or doubt she had. The idea of George's reaction, of him finding out what she'd been doing while he was so intent, took her desire that much further. She touched herself with more purpose now, setting her eyes on the screen and the reflection of his shadow playing on her face as she touched herself.

The tension within the room was so sharp you could practically cut it with a knife, the air thick with the fragrance of sweat and smell of arousal. The blanket was wrapped warm around her, every inch caressing her skin with softness. With every stroke, added her closer and closer and towards the edge till her breathing was only let out in short breathy moans and gasps.

*****

And then, it happened.

George's chair scraped against the floor, and he stood up, stretching his hands over his head with a yawn. He reached for the top of the green screen-his hand brushed the fabric, as he went to pull it down. Y/N's eyes went huge, her heart skipped a beat as he commenced to tug it down. Her mind started to race, conjuring up every excuse in the book of how she could possibly explain what she was doing. But there had been no time.

The screen fell away, and she was shown in full flustered glory, her hand buried under the blanket. George's eyes went comically large as his jaw dropped to the floor. For a moment, the only sound was the deafening silence that filled the room. Y/N felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't believe she'd been caught.

"Bloody hell, Y/N!" George exclaimed, his voice in a tone of shock and amusement. He staggered backward, tripping on a headset that had been strewn across the floor. "What the…?" He trailed off, his eyes darting between her and the her hand under the blanket as the situation finally clicked into place.

Y/N's face flushed a deep crimson as she quickly withdrew her hand from beneath the blanket. "I—I didn't mean for you to see this," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She clutched the blanket tightly, pulling it up to her chin as if it could somehow shield herself from the wave of embarrassment crashing over her.

George's eyes widened in disbelief, a smirk beginning to play on his lips. "So, were you… touching yourself while I was recording?" he asked, his tone teasing despite the evident shock etched on his face.

Y/N nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "I didn’t intend to; it just… happened," she murmured, her voice muffled by the fabric.

She could feel his gaze on her but couldn't bring herself to meet it, the weight of his stare too much to bear.

For a moment, George said nothing; his smirk fell away into a look of contemplation. Then suddenly filled with energy, he sprang from his feet and rushed over to the bed, making Y/N yelp and scoot back. "You naughty girl," he purred low and smooth, sounding like a growl that sent a thrill through her.

"You were so turned on by me you couldn't wait?" He repeated the words back at her with eyes glinting with mischief. "I had no idea my voice turned you on that much, love." He leaned over her, his hot breath fanning across her cheeks, as his hand began to ghost over her thigh, not too far away from where she was previously touching herself.

Y/N’s breath stuck within her throat, the mortification of being found out morphing into something different as George's touch grew bolder. “I…I think it was just too difficult for me to say no,” she answered on trembling voice. The room fell into a deep silence, thick with an energy that felt like current.

"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" His voice became low and rumbling, sending a shiver down her spine. His hand slipped underneath the blanket and his palm stroked over hers. She gasped when he took over, his touch sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. "Seems like I need to take over this situation, love."

He leaned in nearer, nuzzling his nose into her ear as his hand continued to explore. "You're so wet," he murmured, full of wonder and lust. "What would make you do such a thing?" His tongue traced the shell of her ear, and she couldn’t help it as a whimper fell from her lips. “Was it my voice? My passion?”

Y/N nodded, incapable of coherent words as George’s touch turned insistent. Her body responded in kind, arching into his hand, desperate for more. “It’s…it’s just…” she trailed off, lost in the sensations.

"Just what?" He prodded, his breath hot on her neck. "Tell me, love." His voice was quiet persuasion, a gentle command she couldn't disobey.

"It's just…" She managed to gasp between pants of breath. "It's seeing you so into it…it…it does something to me."

George’s throaty laugh sent a jolt of electricity racing through her veins. “If watching me play video games does this to you, I can’t wait to see what happens when I'm actually touching you,” he whispered against her ear.

He tugged the blanket off her with one swift movement, and she was exposed to the cool air of the room. She was about to protest, but his mouth went to hers, cutting off any sound she might utter. His kiss was deep and possessive; his tongue sliding against hers as if in some silent declaration of intent.

Y/N's body felt electric, with every nerve ending buzzing. She held onto him grabbing his shirt as he kissed her more. His taste was minty with a flavor that was all his own, and she craved more. The world melted away outside the bedroom leaving just them and the thunderous beat of their hearts.

When George pulled back, she gasped for air, her eyes cloudy with longing. He smiled at her - the type of smile that made her stomach do somersaults. "Should we turn up the heat?" he said , his fingers drifting to the edge of her shorts.

Y/N nodded but her voice was lost in a sea of want. She knew she ought to be so much more embarrassed, so much more self-conscious. But with George looking at her that way, there was nothing she could do but crave his touch. And as he began to peel away the last of her clothing, she realized perhaps she wasn't as secretive after all. Maybe this was what she had wanted all along-his full, undivided attention.

His gaze scoured her bare skin, a mix of need and tenderness that made her feel like the most beautiful person in the world. "You're so beautiful," he muttered thick with longing. "And all mine." His hands mapped the lines of her body, sending trails of fire over their wake, to re-familiarize himself with every inch of her.

Y/N gasped as he pulled her pajama shorts down her legs. George's fingertips brushed the inside of her thighs making her tremble. He kissed her with intensity and care, as if savoring every moment. His touches, both soft and strong, caused surges of longing within her. It was as if he could read her mind, knowing exactly what she needed, and was hell-bent on giving it to her.

As he parted her legs and knelt before her, she felt the jolt of excitement in new, uncharted territory with a heart that was racing faster than it ever had. Yet with George, she knew she could feel safe, cherished, and utterly wanted. And when his mouth found her, she knew she'd never felt more alive, more connected to another human being in her entire life.

The world outside of the bedroom was forgotten, eradicated by the sensations that George was coaxing from her body. His tongue danced with a mastery that made her shake, even as his teeth grazed her flesh with just enough pressure. Her hips bucked against his face, and she couldn't help the whimpers escaping her as she grew closer to the edge.

The room was filled with their heavy breathing, the rustling of fabric, the wet sounds of George's ministrations. And through it all, the steady thrum of his voice, whispering sweet nothings that only served to heighten her pleasure.

"You taste so good," he murmured against her, his breath hot and tantalizing. "So sweet and ready for me." His words sent an electric jolt through her and she dug her nails deep into the mattress.

With a final, lingering kiss, he stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he removed his own clothing. The sight of him, bare and aroused, was almost too much to handle. She felt her core clench with need, and she knew she was close, so close.

And then he was over her, looming above her, the weight of his body pinning her into the bed. His hand found her again, his fingers pumping in and out of her in a rhythm that kept tempo with her heartbeat. "I want to feel you come around me," he groaned, his voice rough and husky, sparking her shivering skin alive with gooseflesh. "I want to be the one who makes you scream."

Y/N nodded, closing her eyes as George positioned himself above her, his hard length pressing into the wet heat nestled between her trembling thighs. "It's you," she whimpered on an exhale, begging him. "Please God… it's always been you." And then he thrust upward inside of her—so hard that for a split moment all she could see was stars.

He moved with an elegance that was both deliberate and unhurried, as if savoring every single moment. Each gesture was imbued with a sense of purpose, and his eyes were locked onto hers, unwavering and deeply focused. The intensity of his gaze created an almost palpable bond between them, one that felt magnetic, drawing them ever closer. She could see the smoldering desire reflected in his eyes—a profound yearning that mirrored her own, awakening something deep within her.

Every movement they shared felt special, almost like a promise between them. It was a quiet but powerful sign of his love and how much he missed her. She naturally moved in sync with him, matching his energy and creating a beautiful connection filled with desire that surrounded them both. When they met, it was like they were dancing to an ancient tune, a rhythm that echoed deep within them and drew their spirits together in a heartfelt hug that they wouldn't soon forget.

Each motion was more than just a physical action; it was a sign of his deep love for her—a quiet promise that expressed his feelings. She responded in the same way, matching him step for step, creating a stunning duet filled with longing and passion. Her body arched to meet his, and they moved together in a dance that felt timeless, a rhythm as old as life itself that echoed in their very beings.

With every move, her hips craved his, creating a primal dance that felt like a part of her very being. Waves of rhythm flowed through her, echoing a heartbeat that resonated deep within her soul, igniting a fire of desire that could not be contained.

In that moment when they were united, their bodies came together in a beautiful mix of skin, warmth, and unrestrained passion—more breathtaking than the greatest piece of art ever made. George’s touch enveloped her, a consuming blaze that ignited every nerve ending, and his kiss marked her as his own—a claim that sent exhilarating shivers coursing through her. It was a connection born from a sacred space, a sanctuary of belonging that wrapped around her like a warm embrace, filling her with a sense of home.

As they neared the climax of their shared experience, a fire brewed within her, a force that felt as if it might tear her apart. Her muscles tightened around him, each breath becoming more ragged and desperate. “I’m close,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Almost there.”

“Come for me, darling,” he urged, his voice velvety yet roughened by desire, his breath coming in gasps as he leaned closer. “Let me feel it.” With a fierce thrust, he surged deeper into her, a force that propelled her into a dizzying abyss of sensation, overwhelming and intoxicating.

In that moment, everything around them changed completely, bursting into a mix of bright colors and strong feelings. Her body felt like a beautiful piece of music, with each feeling rising higher and higher, creating a wave of joy that filled her completely. She shouted his name, a powerful declaration that echoed throughout the room—her own song of freedom and surrender. George joined her in this intense experience, letting out a deep, primal sound that resonated within her, making her feel a thrilling sense of togetherness.

As the overwhelming joy began to fade, they fell to the floor in a messy pile of arms and legs, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts still pounding. “I love you,” she whispered softly, her voice delicate like a thread woven into the rhythm of their shared breaths.

He drew her closer, holding her in a tight embrace that felt like home. “I love you too,” he said, his voice filled with a warmth that spread through her heart like a gentle wave. “And I will never let you go.”

For a fleeting moment, they lingered in that beacon of silence, sealing away the weight of their worries and sorrows. Then, with a playful chuckle, George leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Anyway,” he teased, mischief glimmering in his eyes, “try not to distract me while I work.”

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, the sound a soothing balm after the tempest of their passions. "I'll try," she promised, still breathless, her heart racing in the aftermath of their shared intensity, a smile dancing on her lips.

They were all tangled up in the bedsheets, with the computer softly humming in the background, a gentle reminder that there was a whole world beyond their cozy little bubble. But in that moment, none of that seemed to hold any significance. All that truly mattered was the two of them, their deep love, and the shared secret that had led them to this intense moment of pure, unrestrained passion.

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[whereforarthur]

hii hope your doing okayyy🩷🩷

Thanks for checking in I’m doing pretty good recently!!!

[whereforarthur]

this is kinda a crazy one idk but what about where reader is like touching herself secretly whilst george is filming and cos hes got his green screen up he doesn’t realise till afterwards when reader is kinda like flustered

Great idea, added to the queue!