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you look over at the clock. 11:45pm

where on earth was he?

he was certainly running out of time.

you hear your phone buzz on the night stand.

haz: wait for me.

you just roll your eyes. 

haz: i know it’s more than i can ask, but please? i’ll be home in ten.

harry had been on thin ice with you recently.  coming home at all hours of the morning. you were beginning to wonder if he’d go back to his usual attentive self. 

he’d been a bit distant recently, over the past month. you’d wondered what he’d been keeping from you. 

haz: one more chance.

was it easier to stay? 

if he couldn’t open up to you about what was bothering him, should you really be together?

you sit up in bed, flipping through the pages of your book. 

five minutes goes by. then ten, but just before it becomes midnight, you hear the door unlock.

“sweetheart. it’s me.” he calls from the kitchen. 

you sigh, putting your book down, turning the light out. 

“i’m so sorry.” he says as he enters the room, looking at you. 

“i can’t keep this up harry. it’s too much” you shake your head. 

“please. i’m desperate to keep you. all of our time together. it must be good for something.” he walks towards you, taking your hands in his own. 

“forgive me. i beg you.” a tear springs from his eye. 

“i can’t just keep giving you more chances harry.” you can’t bear to look at him. “my feelings matter too.” 

“i know they do. and i promise. i will change.” he kisses your hand. 

“but how will i know?” you finally make eye contact with him, tears welling up in your eyes.

“you just have to trust me.” he runs his hand down your forearm.

“just come to bed. we can worry about it later.” you respond, sinking into your pillow.

“i’m gonna get undressed.” harry says. his t-shirt coming off in one swift movement.

you couldn’t take you eyes off of him. damn ovulation. 

he drops his trousers and you still can’t stop staring at him. 

“something you wanted?” harry notices your gaze. 

“you want to make it up to me?” you look at him through your eyelashes. 

“course i do.” he stands over top of you, kissing your forehead.

“please harry. i need it.” you dart your eyes between his eyes and the bulge in his pants. 

“how d’you want it?” he says before sliding his boxers down his thighs.

you don’t respond with words. instead you roll over onto your stomach, your night gown riding up.

spit starts to pool in harry’s mouth as he stares at the curvature of you ass. 

he gets behind you in bed, kneeling behind you. he pushes your night gown up, exposing your entire back to him. 

but instead of thrusting into you, he starts to massage your back muscles, kneading the heels of his hands into you skin. 

you let out a low moan. it wasn’t quite what you wanted, but it sure felt good. 

“i love you. so much.” harry says as you start to relax under him. 

“harry please.” you mumble. as much as you liked his touch, you needed more. 

“fine.” harry says before taking his hands away. 

you expect to feel his tip nudge against your entrance, but instead it’s his long slender finger that’s slides into you. 

“harry.” you draw out his name, whining at him. “i need more.” 

he doesn’t respond, he just removes his finger, quickly replacing it with the tip of his hard shaft. 

he nudges your entrance before pushing into you, filling you up. 

you groan with relief as harry thrusts into you. 

he takes his time, intentional with what he’s doing to you. 

he focuses on getting deeper and deeper rather than his pace. 

“you mean everything to me.” his hands runs down your back. “i love you so much.”

you shut your eyes as the sensation relaxes you. harry had you feeling so good. so full.

“i’ll do this to you every night if that’s what it takes.” he slightly picks up his pace. “let me treat you like you deserve.” 

harry would do anything you wanted, any time you wanted. 

he loved to please you. he needed to give you everything. 

he would give everything for you to forgive him. anything to stay in your life. anything for you to wait for him. 

“come on angel. don’t go quiet on me now.” he says, thrusting into you. 

“harry.” you whine, breathing heavily. 

“i’ll take you there sweetheart.” harry responds to your cry. 

he pries his hand between your body and the mattress. one of his fingers finds purshace in your clit, pressing down on it before starting a circular motion. 

he knew his hand would be asleep in a minute, but he didn’t care. he wanted to treat you like this. 

you’d been so good for him. always giving him the best you could. giving him more chances. 

he wanted you to finish over an over again. as many times as you wanted. he needed to keep you. 

it was times like this that he couldn’t imagine how he could ever stay away from you. if pleasing you was the only thing he was put on this earth to do, he’d live a very happy life. 

you let out a soft moan as he fucked you deeper still, the stimulation from both his cock and his fingers driving you crazy. 

you could feel yourself getting closer.

“don’t stop harry. please.” you whimper, focusing on the sensation. 

“please angel. let me satisfy you.” harry groans, feeling your body tense under him. 

a couple more deep thrusts and you finished around him, your body shaking under him. 

“you did so well baby.” he says as he fucked you through it. “you’re so good. such a good girl.” 

as soon as you finish your climax, harry pulls out of you. it takes everything in him to not cum, but he somehow manages it. 

“harry?” your voice lifts up. usually he just came inside of you. you weren’t worried about getting pregnant since you had an iud. 

“i don’t deserve it. i don’t deserve you.” he whines. cock in his hand.

he was breathing heavily, his cock twitching. 

he didn’t know if he should wank in the bathroom, or go to bed hard, but all he knew was that he couldn’t cum in your perfect cunt. he hadn’t earned it. 

“don’t be stupid harry.” you say as your mind trails off. it was already late, and your eyes were heavy with sleep. 

“i can’t.” he says, getting up from behind you. he walked into your ensuite, and standing in front of the toilet, he jerked himself off to completion, his cum falling into the open toilet. 

“harry come back to bed.” you whine, already ready to sleep. 

“you have to come pee.” he called from the bathroom. 

he didn’t want you to end up with another uti. 

“sleepy.” you barely respond. 

harry returns to your side, getting you up out of bed. 

“harry no.” you complain as he sits you up. 

“you have to pee.” he gets you up, walking you to the bathroom. 

he watches as you sit on the toilet. 

“what was that about?” you say, a bit more awake.

he just shrugs. unable to explain himself. 

although your mind was hazy, it was kind of hot. for him to deny himself because he didn't think he was good enough for you. like he had to earn the privilege. it made you smile to yourself. but just as it was hot, it was also strange, and unnecessary.

“you can cum inside of me next time.” you say, getting up to wash your hands. “you just made it weird.” 

“i couldn’t let myself do it.” he shook his head, eyes on the floor. “i am not worthy of you.” 

“ok whatever weirdo.” you dry your hands, walking back to bed. “come back to bed now.” you continue, looking at him over your shoulder.

harry follows you to bed, but he doesn’t sleep. 

instead he rubs your back, massaging your body until you fall asleep, which doesn’t take long. 

once you’re asleep, he gets up, leaving you in bed. 

he hadn’t expected you to jump on him like that, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. 

he had some things to figure out before he could go to sleep himself. 

he puts on a pair of boxers and walks out into the living room. 

he roots through the bag he’d dropped at the door earlier, leaving it before he’d went to your bedroom. 

he takes the necklace box out. it was everything you’d been wanting. something to match your engagement ring. 

harry took the box to his secret spot in his golf bag, putting the necklace with the ring. 

to get on your good side, he needed to prove himself before he proposed. 

he was in the midst of planning everything out. that was part of the reason why he’d been more distant recently. 

he’d also just become so invested in shooting content to keep himself busy. 

he needed to prove to himself that he was good enough to marry you, to take care of you. 

it had been plaguing his mind recently. did he really deserve you? he’d tried his best to answer himself today. 

he’d told the lads about it, and that’s why he ended up staying out a bit later then he meant to. 

they wanted to celebrate, and he couldn’t say no. 

he needed to learn to say no. 

he sighed to himself, leaving the bag to go back to his other purchases of the day. 

he put the contents on the counter. your favourite chocolate bar, a new romance novel, a (really expensive) bottle of wine, a new set of lego flowers. 

but there was one thing he took with him back to bed. tucked under his arm was a replica of the winnie the pooh plush you’d lost from your childhood.

somewhere in between moves, he’d been lost. you’d cried and cried about it to harry when you couldn’t find him anywhere. 

from that moment, he vowed he’d find you a new one. and finally he’d managed to find another one, in new condition. 

he practically burst into tears when he’d picked it up. 

he took it into the bedroom, tucking him into your arms before climbing into bed with you.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart.” he says in a low voice. “i need you to wait for me, because i will always wait for you.” he pulls your body into his own, a tear falling down his cheek. 

he knew his current way of life was over, but he wasn’t sad, instead he was thrilled that he would be able to give you everything you ever wanted. 

if you were going to marry him, he needed to show you that he was ready to be your husband. 

that he was serious about you. 

he hoped that this was a good start. 

“forgive me” he mumbles, kissing your head. 

he quickly falls asleep, ready to spend the rest of his life with you. 

you were on a girls trip to barcelona. you’d been planning this for a while, but what you weren’t planning on, was your boyfriend breaking up with you a week before you left. 

it had been, unexpected, to say the least. but now it didn’t really matter. you were in barcelona, at the club with your friends, getting drunk. 

your friends had encouraged you to put yourself out there, and now, while you were all sweaty at the club, you knew you had to. 

one moment you were with your friends, and the next a very good looking spanish man was grabbing on your waist.

he said something spanish in your ear, not that you understood what he said, but it sounded hot.

you responded by grinding your ass against him, your hands on his. 

he seemed to like that quite a bit. one of his hands stayed at your waist, his fingers moving under your shirt, touching your bare skin. 

the other travelled over your shirt, moving up your body to roughly grope your breast. 

you throw your head back, letting him get a full view of your chest. 

you wish that you could say the amount of cleavage was tasteful, but it had far surpassed that. 

but that didn’t seem to matter to the man behind you. he probably preferred it. 

then, as you were grinding against the man behind you, you started to feel a strange sensation. like someone was watching you. 

you didn’t know where it was coming from, but it took you out of the moment enough for you to want to see who it was. 

your eyes scanned the dance floor until you spotted another spanish man, staring at the two of you. 

the two of them could have been twins they looked so similar. 

instead of looking away, like he’d been caught, he just intensified the eye contact. 

the ends of your lips start to turn up. you wink at him as the other man start to kiss your neck. 

he starts to notice your sudden lack of response and looks up to see why. 

that’s when he notices the other man staring at the two of you. 

he smiles at his friend, and you watch him motion for him over.

he makes his way through the crowd, finically reaching the pair of you. 

the newcomer starts to talk to the other man in spanish. you don’t really pay attention, not that you’d know what they were saying anyway. 

they continue to have a conversation with you sandwiched in between them. 

suddenly, you notice they’re no longer talking to each other, but instead looking at you for a response.

“oh! sorry i don’t know spanish.” you say to the one right in front of you. 

he was a bit shorter, but not by much. he was still just as attractive. 

his body pressed up against yours. 

you presume he relayed that information to the taller man in spanish because they switch to english. 

“you come home with us now?” the original man says behind you in your ear. 

you almost laughed at how forward he was. but you admired his efficiency.

you’d been desperate to put yourself out of your comfort zone more, especially after getting out of a two year relationship, so you nod. 

“ok.” you say in the other one’s ear.

he smiles, taking your hand before taking you towards the exit.

the taller one follows behind the two of you, hands still roaming your body. 

once you get out of the loud club, you can finally hear what they say. 

“i am ferran.” the first one says, hands still on your waist. 

“and i am carlos.” the other one says, scouting the street for a taxi. 

“nice to meet you both.” you say, looking between the two of them.

you had so many questions, but weren’t sure which ones to ask. 

“you do this often?” you ask ferran.

“sometimes.” he replies, tucking your hair behind your ear. “it’s hard for both of us to resist beautiful women.” 

carlos finally flags down a taxi, and it comes to a halt in front of the three of you. 

you all pile into the back seat, with you still in the middle. 

carlos tells the driver where to go in spanish, and the car starts moving. 

ferran runs his hand up and down your thigh. he starts to play with the hem of your skirt, and you give him a look. 

carlos on the other hand keeps his hand on top of your skirt, the fabric separating his fingers from your core. 

“i can’t wait to take this off of you.” ferran says in your ear. his hand on the verge of exposing you. 

“so what is this?” you ask carlos, you hoped he would offer a bit more informative than his friend. 

“we like to take girls home together.” he replies, shrugging. 

“so do you just watch?” you pry. not that you’d mind sleeping with both of them, but you wanted to know what you were getting yourself into. 

“oh no. he’s just more… forward.” carlos responds, hand still gripping your thigh. 

ferran nuzzles your neck with his nose, he was on the verge of kissing it again, but decided that was against his better judgment. 

not that he was really thinking clearly. 

“so do you like take turns or?” you continue while ferran breathes in your perfume. 

“sometimes. depends on what you like.” carlos says, his lips vibrating against your skin. 

“what if i don’t know what i like?” 

“oh you will find out.” carlos smirks. he takes a good look at your figure, eyes lingering over your tits.

“is your friend always like this?” you look at ferran, he’d caved to his desire, finally kissing your neck. 

“only with very beautiful women.” carlos winks at you. “he has picked well this evening.” 

“oh yeah?” you lick your lips, eyes trailing his body. 

“i think you know that you play to your strengths.” he looks towards your cleavage and then your short skirt. 

“you think this is for you?” you run your hand down his chest. 

“it must be for me now.” he smirks again.

finally the taxi pulls up outside a very nice condo complex. 

carlos pays the driver and the three of you leave the car. 

“this is where you live?” you say to no one in particular. 

“si.” ferran responds, taking your hand before walking towards the lobby. 

this time it’s carlos who follows behind, taking the time to check out your ass as you walk with ferran. 

your heartbeat was racing. you’d never done anything like this before. you didn’t know what to expect. 

you wait for the elevator, and as it opens you stall a little, waiting for ferran, but apparently you stalled to long. 

carlos lands a swift smack to your ass, urging you to move forward. 

you yelp, clearly not expecting it, but you walk towards to elevator anyway, getting in it behind ferran. 

ferran claims your lips with his own as soon as the doors shut. 

carlos chuckles to himself. he did find it a little bit funny that his friend was unable to control himself. 

the doors open, presumably to the floor the boys live on, and you’re whisked out of the elevator. 

they stop outside of one of the doors, ferran fishing out his keys. he unlocks the door and you see his apartment.

your eyes widen as you look around. 

“what do you guys do anyway?” you leaves your heels at the door. 

“don’t worry about that.” ferran says, hands grabbing your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

he starts to kiss you neck, and you feel carlos behind you. he presses his crotch again your ass, and you feel him getting hard. 

ferran stops kissing you in order to take your shirt off, peeling the fabric off of your sweaty skin. 

in doing so he leaves your chest bare. ferran grasps one of your breasts as he kisses your neck, brushing his thumb over your peaked nipple.

you throw your head back, giving carlos a view of your chest as well. 

he also starts to kiss your neck, your body pressed in between the two of them. 

carlos digs his fingers into your waist, gripping your skin. 

you run your hands down ferran’s chest, suddenly wishing that his top was off. 

your fingers tug on the bottom of his shirt, trying to pull it up. ferran smiles against your neck at the sensation.

he steps back from you to pull his t-shirt off, showing you his perfectly sculpted abdomen. 

your fingers run across his abs. you were honestly a bit shocked. you’d never seen anything like it before in person. 

your ex boyfriend certainly hadn’t worked out enough to gain anything like that.

“fuck me.” you mumble as you look at his sculpted body.

“i plan on it.” ferran says before turning around, walking further into the apartment.

carlos urges you to follow him as he walks behind you. 

ferran eventually walks into his bedroom, a king size bed in the middle of the room.

he moves to turn on a warmly coloured light, filling the room with yellow light.

carlos pushes your skirt down your legs leaving you in your bikini bottoms. you’d been too lazy to change out of them after you went to the beach. 

“dale morena.” carlos landed another hand to your ass.

you didn’t know what he said, but you could understand what he meant. 

you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to see what would happen next. 

carlos looked to ferran, and the two of them stood side by side, looking down at you. 

as if coming to some silent agreement, ferran moved towards the bed, sitting down at the head board. 

you turn around, moving in all fours towards ferran. 

you settle in between his legs, slowly unbuttoning his jeans, you drag them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers.

you move to kiss his lips, and ferran kisses you back, hard.

you become so lost in the kiss that you forget about carlos. that is until he drags your swimsuit down your legs. 

he gets a nice view of your ass, but he also sees how wet you are, just from a few kisses and touches. 

carlos smirks before inserting a finger into you. 

you groan against ferran, hands on his thighs. 

“ven chula, give him what he wants.” carlos says before adding another finger. 

you push ferran’s boxers down enough to expose his hard cock. 

you start to kiss down his body, planting a kiss on the tip before wrapping your lips around it. carlos rewards you for this, slowly fucking you with his fingers. 

carlos uses his other hand to grab your hair into a pony tail, getting it out of your way as you suck ferran off. 

tears start to well in your eyes as you take his entire length. you look up at him, drool dripping from your mouth. 

ferran uses his thumb to brush away the drool. you looked so hot like that, choking on his cock. 

“no pares mami.” ferran says, shutting his eyes. your mouth felt so good, he couldn’t wait to feel your slick cunt. 

carlos clearly had the same idea, he removed his fingers from you slowly, leaving you empty. 

but you heard him unbuckling his belt, and you knew what that meant. 

soon enough you feel his tip nudging your entrance. his fingers grip your hips so hard you wonder if they’ll bruise. 

he pushes into you slowly, watching how well you take him. once he’s fully inside of you he starts to pull back out, still moving slowly. 

then, after he pushes back into you again, he starts to pick up the pace, moving faster. 

you’re still gagging around ferran, you hair falling in your face as carlos isn’t holding it anymore. 

ferran looks down at you, pushing the hair out of your face, using one of his hands to grab it. 

he uses his other hand to bring his thumb to your cheek, brushing away your tears. 

you mascara was starting to run, you lipgloss smudged all around your lips. but to ferran, that just made you look hotter. 

you looked like a mess, but ferran loved a dirty girl. 

he wondered how dirty you could get. 

“mas duro.” ferran says to his friend. he wanted you to be unable to walk tomorrow. 

carlos obliged, he fucked you with intent, getting as deep as he could. 

he hit your ass again, causing you to clench around him.

ferran knew he couldn’t last much longer. after a few more movements from your mouth, he emptied himself inside of you.

you swallow every last drop before detaching your lips from his leaky cock.

a string of saliva connects to the of you as you push back. but you quickly end up back in ferran’s lap due to carlos’s intense thrusts.

carlos was have tempted to finish on your back, but he was more tempted to finish inside of you.

he ran his thumb over your tramp stamp, a cute little heart. 

the smell of sex filled the air, the noise of your bodies connecting was almost deafening.

you whined as carlos continued to abuse your pussy, grunts leaving his mouth every so often. 

“so fucking tight.” he groans, so close to finishing inside of you.

carlos reaches around your body to toy with your clit, putting you on edge. 

as you approach your climax you can feel ferran start to get hard again underneath you. 

you didn’t know if you could take another round of this. especially if they just switched places.

you don’t dwell on it though, carlos gives you a few more hard thrusts before you end up finishing around him. 

that pushed him over the edge, making him fill you up with his cum. 

“shit.” you groan, already fucked out. 

carlos smiles to himself, pulling out of you. he watches his cum drip down your leg, rather satisfied with himself. 

but just as carlos pulls out, ferran is eager to take his place. he lies down in the mattress with you over top of him.

he lines himself up with your entrance, grabbing your waist to push you down onto him.

you didn’t feel like doing any of the work, so you let ferran fuck you from underneath.

it’s not like it was a particularly taxing task for him. he was in incredible shape, your weight was nothing compared to what he hip thrusted. 

but he decided that he rather be on top, so he rolled the two of you over, putting you in missionary. 

he raised your legs, putting them against his shoulders. 

he pushes into you over and over again, your skin making a slapping sound every time it connects. 

carlos is behind him, eying up your mouth. surely you had two holes for a reason.

as ferran continued to fuck you, carlos moved over your body. he passed ferran, climbing over you to line his cock up with your mouth. 

you look up at him, eyes wide. he brings his hard cock to your lips. your tongue darts out, tasting his precum. 

“open up for me cariña.” carlos says, cause you to open your mouth, letting him push his cock into it. 

once again you had both men inside of you, each of them fucking you roughly. 

sweat clung to your skin as you koan around carlos’s dick. 

ferran enjoyed watching your tuts bounce up and down at the two of them thrusted into you. 

he can feel himself getting closer. he moves one of his hands to press his thumb against your clit. he wanted to feel you finish around him. 

you can hear both of them groan, panting as they continue to use your body. 

carlos enjoyed watching himself slide in and out of your mouth so easily. your swollen lips were wrapped around him. 

tears were falling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin. 

carlos couldn’t be bothered to rid that from your face. you looked so hot like that. 

your hands grip his thighs, desperate to feel at least a little grounded. 

ferran pressed down hard against your skin, making tight circles against you. 

that has you coming undone, finishing on his cock. 

that has ferran cumming inside of you, emptying himself just as carlos had. 

carlos smirked at the look of euphoria on your face.

he couldn’t wait to cum down your throat. 

ferran pulls out of your abused pussy. he drops your legs to the mattress after palming your ass for good measure. 

you sweet mouth has carlos climaxing again, finishing down your throat. again you swallow what you’re given. 

carlos loved the fucked out look on your face. you lay there, exhausted, body spent. 

ferran pulls the duvet over your body, letting you succumb to sleep. 

he and carlos climb into bed next to you, sharing the massive bed. 

“we go again in the morning?” ferran says to carlos. “si.” carlos responds. 

it had been a while since you’d been to the bar. 

you’d been avoiding it for a while. partly because you’d changed, mostly because you didn’t want to see him again.

not that things had ended badly or anything. you’d just… matured. you didn’t want to be someone’s hook up anymore. 

you wanted something serious, something he couldn’t offer you. 

but now you were back. just like he knew you would be.

you were sitting at a table with your friends when you spotted him. 

he made eye contact with you from across the room. a smirk played up on his lips.

your friend noticed that look on your face. 

“not tonight.” she stares at you. 

“i’m not going to. i’ve changed.” you take a sip from your drink. 

“sure you have.” she rolls her eyes. “and if he’s in your bed again don’t come crying to me.” 

“i’m serious. i don’t know why you don’t believe me.” you say, but you can’t take your eyes off of him. “you just don’t get me.”

“yeah whatever.” she laughs, getting up to get another drink. 

as she walks away to get another drink, and you see him coming closer. 

you decide you need to nip it in the bud, so you get up, excusing yourself from the table. 

“alfie.” you say, standing in front of him. 

“where’d you get that outfit from?” he looks down at you. “a.p.c.?” 

“i’ve gotta be honest with you.” the floor suddenly becoming very interesting.

“go on then.” his arms are folded in front of his chest. 

“i’m not a bad girl anymore. i promise.” but when you say it, you look up at him, licking you lips. 

“oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“mhm.” you reach out with your hand, stroking his bicep. “but no one thinks i could be an angel girl.” 

“really?” he steps closer to you. 

“yeah.” 

“why don’t you prove it?” he says in your ear, bending down.

you may have changed on the outside. but he knew deep down that you were the same girl.

the same bad girl. 

“how do you suggest i do that?” your chest is pressed up against him

“get on your knees for me.” his lips brush up against your skin. 

he pulls away from your ear, making eye contact with you. 

your noises brush up against each other, and you knew it was over. 

“people can change alfie.” your lips are millimetres away from him. 

“yeah. but you can’t.” he says, hands moving to grab your waist. 

you close the gap, taking his lips in your own. 

it lasts a couple of seconds before you realise what you’re doing. 

you break it up before throwing a glance over your shoulder. 

your friend is shaking her head at you, smiling sarcastically.

you pout at her, and she waves you off before signalling with her hand to call you after. 

you just nod before turning back to alfie. 

“so we’re leaving then?” alfie smirks, eyes moving up and down your body. 

you just nod at him, letting him take your hand. 

he guides you out of the bar, navigating towards the door.

he takes a moment before crossing the street, taking you with him. 

you walk about five minutes before reaching your flat. 

alfie knew the way well, although it had been a while since he’d taken the route. 

that’s why you started going to that bar in the first place, because of its location. 

you unlock the door, alfie following you inside. 

before you even make it up the stairs to your unit he starts to kiss your neck. 

“hold on.” you say before starting to take the stairs. 

he just follows you up, hands on your waist. 

it felt good to have his hands on you again. touching you like you were his.

you unlock the door and he pushes you inside, his big hands on your body. 

his front is pushed up against your back as he starts to kiss your neck. his hand travels up your body, grabbing your breast.

“alfie.” you breath out, leaning into his touch. 

“c’mon. show me how good you can be.” he says in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. 

he guides you into your bedroom, already knowing the way very well. 

he pulls your shirt over your head, exposing your entire back to him, including your tramp stamp.

“always earnest,” he chuckles. his fingers running along the ink.

your nipples start to harden in the cool air of your bedroom, alfie’s fingers brushing against them. 

he hooks his fingers into your skirt, dropping it to the floor. 

he lands a smack to your ass, making you squeal at the contact. 

“bend over.” he says, taking his shirt off over his head. 

you do as he asks, bending over your bed so that your ass is in the air.

you can hear his belt unbuckle before he drops his jeans to the floor. his boxers weren’t far behind.

he inserts a finger into your cunt. you’re not quite as wet as he’d want you to be, but with you bent over like that, he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. 

he applies pressure to your clit, creating tight circles against your skin. 

with his other hand he spits on his palm, giving himself a few short strokes. 

without warning he pushes into you, stretching you around him. 

his hands move to your hips, fingers digging into your skin. 

“fuck me.” he couldn’t help himself, you just looked too good, under him like that. 

he builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you again and again. 

he knew deep down you were still so bad, your back arched and you face in the mattress.

his hips snap against you and he watches as your body trembles under him.

he lands another smack on your ass, your screams muffled by the comforter.

“you like that?” he says, manhandling your hips. pulling them towards him as he pushes into you. 

the way he fucks you is almost animalistic. 

he hits hard, treating you rough.

but that’s exactly how you wanted it. 

it had been so long, you needed something rough, something needy.

alfie spits on your back. his thumb running over your ink again. 

if there was one thing that you were, it was ernest. 

as much as alfie wanted to finish all over your back, he needed to look at your face.

without warning he pulls out, hoisting you up my your hips. 

“on your back.” he directs, helping you turn around. 

you do as he says, lying down before opening your legs.

alfie slots himself between them, quickly inserting himself into you again. 

it doesn’t take him long to work back up to his pace, thrusting into you hard. 

you run your nails along his back, definitely leaving a mark.

alfie holds himself above you, his toned biceps supporting him. 

he leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans. 

he kisses your neck, sucking on your pulse point as your eyes roll back.

“oh god alfie.” you whine as he leans down to suck on your breast. 

one of his hands snakes in between you, applying pressure to your clit. 

he creates tight circles as he feels himself getting closer. 

you take a fist full of his curls before coming undone, finishing around him. 

he quickly follows suit, thick spurts of cum spilling into you. 

“shit.” he grunts, emptying himself inside of you. 

“mmm alf.” you whine, bringing him in for a kiss. 

he slowly pulls out of you, his cum dripping out. 

“guess you are a good girl.” he says, lying down next to you before pulling you into his chest. 

“told ya.” you respond, accepting his body heat. 

your sweaty bodies sticking together as you feel yourself start to drift off. 

he kisses your temple, stroking your hair.

it had been a while since you darkened the doors of the catholic church your parents took you to every sunday of your childhood. 

they would be mortified to learn that you had become a ceo (christmas and easter only) if they had lived long enough to see it. 

recently you been feeling, homesick? in some twisted messed up way?

the church had always felt like another home to you, and you thought perhaps you might be able to find some solace, some peace.

even if you didn’t think you believed in god anymore. 

how could god exist with all of the awful things going on in the world? if he did exist, you thought he certainly couldn’t be that good.

but you put your grievances with the religion aside, stepping through the doors for the first time in a while. 

you sat in your family pew, looking up at the alter. it made you feel especially close to your mother. 

memories filled your mind of how she taught you the bible, reading verses with you, teaching you the lord’s prayer.

you started to run over it in your head when you heard a door open. 

in walked the priest. he was quite young, possibly 30, and you’d never seen him before. 

he acknowledged you with a nod of his head before walking into the confessional booth. 

you hadn’t even planned on taking confession, unsure what sins you wanted to admit to. 

you could admit you indulged in alcohol a bit more than you should of, or that you smoked a few cigarettes. 

but there was one thing plaguing your mind. 

you’d made a promise to yourself to wait until marriage. but you’d broken that promise. first with the guy you thought you would end up marrying. and then again and again after.

your body kept chasing that feeling again and again. 

in the end, he cheated on you, and here you were. stuck in your hometown, with nothing more than a broken promise. 

that pushes you over the edge. you rise from the pew with shaky hands, walking over to the confessional booth. 

“forgive me father. for i have sinned.” you say as you sit down, running through the motions. “it has been… a few years, since my last confessional.”

you looked down at your hands crossed in your hands.

“i have indulged in alcohol. and partying, and similar behaviour.” a tear falls down your cheek.

“i haven’t been going to church, or even including god in my life.” 

tears start to spring from your eyes, you felt so emotional, so connected to your parents. 

the last words were caught in your throat. 

“and i.” your lip starts to waver. 

“it’s alright my child, i am here to help you.” he responds, reassuring you from the other side of the curtain.

“i engaged in premarital sex.” you start sobbing, your head in your hands. 

“now, do not be afraid. i’m glad you came i to see me today. that was the first step. there is no doubt in my mind that you can become pious again.” he starts to reassure you. 

“one lapse of judgement does not define you as a person.” he continues. “you are back on the right path my child.” 

he smiles to himself as your sobs start to subside. you take a deep breath, taking a moment to ground yourself.

“and i can help to guide you.”

“thank you father.” your hands still clasped together. 

“would you like to pray together?” he says, handing you a lifeline. 

“yes father. thank you.” you respond, still in the confessional booth.

“dear father.” he starts. “one of your sheep has been lost. please help me to guide her, helping her to take you back into her life. allow me to show her the right path, the path of piety and love. amen.”

“amen.” you say under your breath, another tear rolls down your cheek.

“go in peace my child. i hope that i will see you again, and that i can continue to guide you. the lord as my shepherd.” 

“thank you father. amen.” you stand up, almost fleeing from him. 

you needed some time to process. some time alone. 

you walk around your neighbourhood until your feet hurt. 

you try to clear your mind but it’s a losing battle. 

something about that priest, you were drawn to him. you felt like going to church this sunday for the first time in a long time. 

you felt like you could trust him. it was almost instant the way you felt reassured under his wing. 

perhaps church wouldn’t be that bad.

-

you thought about him off and on until sunday. 

you put on a nice dress, smoothing the fabric under your fingers. 

your face was done up, not to the point of vanity, but enough to cover the dark circles under your eyes. 

when you walked into the church, it was full of people already. you were grateful that no one was in your pew, so you walked towards it taking a seat. 

it was hard for you to ignore all of the waves and smiles from family friends. 

you felt like a minor celebrity.

but there was another pair of eyes that were watching you. ones that you didn’t notice because he was out of your sight line. 

stood in the wings, he was examining you. contemplating what he would say to you later.

something about your parents surely.

although you didn’t know him, he already knew everything about you. 

when the bells start to ring, he steps out, smiling at the congregation. 

“good morning everyone.” he stops at the podium. 

“welcome, peace of christ be with you,” he says.

“and also with you.” you and the congregation respond. 

“thank you everyone for coming, a special welcome to those of you who are worshiping with us for the first time.” his eyes dart over to you. 

he moves to light the christ candle.

“christ be with you.” he says, arms open.

“and also with you.” you respond. 

you squirm as you sit through the service. 

the priest continues to look at you.

of course his sermon is about finding your way back to christ, and repentance. and it doesn’t help that you found yourself extremely attracted to him. 

you glance at the program. scanning for his information. 

reverend arthur frederick it says at the top. 

arthur. it suited him. 

something about the way he spoke, and the way he looked at you. it left you wondering what it would be like to kiss those soft supple lips. 

but those days were supposed to be behind you. 

you tune back into the service as he continues to talk about how the shepherd welcomes back the sheep who has been missing. 

how it is just as important as the other sheep, if not more. 

you can’t help but feel like it’s targeted.

“believe that god rejoices when his followers return.” he looks at you. “for your sins will be forgiven once you have agreed to follow christ again.” 

you face starts to flush red.

his gaze on you feels almost intimate. it has you feeling like you’re about to come undone.

you stand as arthur delivers the benediction, your head bowed in prayer. 

after the service ends you have many people coming up to you. 

you entertain the conversation, knowing it’s what your parents would have wanted. 

you accept their condolences, answer their questions about your life, asking them about theirs. 

they tell you that it’s good to see you. that you should come back. isn’t the reverend just amazing?

you nod along. at this point you’d have to come back, no matter your opinion on god. it would be expected of you.

eventually arthur himself approaches you.

“hello again.” arthur takes your hand in his own, shaking it.

“hello father arthur.” you smile up at him. 

“this may seem a bit strange, but i wanted to extend my condolences about your parents. they told me so much about you.” his smile is warm, inviting.

“i appreciate it. it’s hard to be here without them.” you look at your shoes.

“well i’m sure they would be very proud of you for coming here, especially your mother.” arthur continues to look at you. “i can tell they are smiling down on us.” his hand still on yours.

“thank you father.” you look back up at him. 

“how are you coping with everything?” he asks sincerely. “if you need any help with the grief process, please know i am always here for you.” 

“i appreciate it reverend. thank you for your service today. i’m sure i will see you soon.” you take your hand back, walking passed him towards the door.

you couldn’t stand that look of pity anymore. you’d dealt with it far to much.

but you knew you’d be back. there was something about him. 

but you didn’t need help with the grief process, it was getting over your sins that bothers you. 

you’d felt like, well, a sinner in church.

you felt like you weren’t meant to be there. you needed to work through your problems and go through the process of reclaiming your faith. 

you felt like you had betrayed god, and in turn, your parents. you knew that meeting with father arthur was the only way you could work through it.

-

it was wednesday evening. you’d finished work, and you walked through the doors of the church again. 

“hello father,” you seek him out immediately.

“i’m glad you’ve come back.” he takes your hand. “why don’t we go to my study, and you can tell me what’s been bothering you.” 

he leads you through the church, taking you to his study. you go willingly, trusting him blindly. 

he sits down at his desk, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

“so, lets start with the beginning. what made you come back to church, and why.” his hands are clasped together in front of you. 

“well father. i’ve been missing my parents, and this had made me feel closer to them. but i don’t know if i, belong here.” you’re fiddling with your thumbs, avoiding eye contact. 

“of course you belong here, everyone is welcome.” he reaches his hand towards you as a gesture of reassurance.

“but i’ve been sinful, in the highest degree.” you shake your head.

“god has already forgiven you.” arthur continues. “you now must forgive yourself.”

“i don’t know how. i feel as though i have violated myself, my parents, and god. i don’t know how to continue in the church if i can’t move passed this.” you make the mistake of looking up. 

arthur is looking at you sincerely. god he looked good. it made you feel disgusted with yourself. how on earth could you think that, while in church?

“it seems like to me like you might need help with this. if you were able to repent, for yourself, would that help you to move on?” it’s like he’s staring into your soul. 

“yeah. that could work. what do you think i should do?” your eyes widen.

“you need to open up more. to understand why you sinned, will help you move passed it.” arthur looks at you. “once you understand yourself, and why you know you won’t do it again, that should help you move on.” 

you nod at him. 

“can we start now? i really enjoyed your service and i hope that i can focus on it on sunday rather than myself.” you look down again.

“that is what i’m here for. so, why was god no longer a part of your life.” his head is tilted. 

“i. i’m not sure. i think it was a rebellion against my parents. a way for me to push back against authority.” you shrug. 

“that’s very good. do you realise now that god is there to help you? that this is about your relationship with the lord, rather than your parents?” he speaks with his hands, outstretched as he talks. 

“i think so.” you look at your lap. there was something else on your mind. something that left you feeling uncomfortable at the very least. 

“what else is upsetting you?” his head is askew, an eyebrow raised. 

arthur knew what else was on your mind. he wanted you to talk about it. 

he needed you to.

the way that you looked at him through your lashes. to get you to talk about your body was just what he wanted.

“i suppose my broken promise of chastity.” you are squirming under arthur’s gaze. if anything, he makes you want to break that vow of chastity again.

“right. and why did you break that promise to god?” he can’t help but lick his lips. maybe that made him sick. but he desperately wanted you to talk about sex. 

“i thought he was the one. that we would get married.” you shrugged, but there was something more.

“i see. and this was the only time?” he looked over at you. 

“well. not quite.” your cheeks flush red.

“i succumbed to pleasure, even after he left, with other men.” you’re fidgeting with your hands again. 

“and why won’t you forgive yourself for this?” arthur looks sincere.

“i guess because i still crave it.” you feel so embarrassed. “i still crave temporary pleasure when i know i shouldn’t. if i went out tonight and someone offered to take me home, i doubt i could resist the temptation.” 

“i see. well what can i do to help you get over this temptation? perhaps you could find pleasure in other things, things that aren’t as sinful.” 

“i think i would still crave it. i’ve been trying, but i can’t help myself.” you can’t even look at him. you couldn’t believe you were opening up about this, to your priest no less.

“well. you could perhaps occasionally indulge in self pleasure.” arthur taps the table.

“oh?” you finally meet his gaze, blushing profusely. “i thought that was just as bad.” 

“not quite as bad.” arthur shrugged. he was just making it up as he went along at this point. “at least you would not be giving your body to someone who didn’t deserve it.” 

“but i’ve never. i mean i don’t know how to.” again your face is bright red. 

“i see. well perhaps i could help you.” arthur started. 

“oh?” you look up at him again. there’s something else in his eyes, a glint of hunger.

“i could help you find pleasure.” 

you were about to ask if that was sinful. but how could you question a priest? surely he knew what he was doing.

or maybe you were just feigning ignorance.

“come here.” arthur says as he stands up, pushing his chair back.

you stand up walking over to him. 

“kneel.” he says and you get on your knees in front of him. “praise be.” he muttered under his breath. 

“forgive me father. for i have sinned.” you say, looking up at him, your hands pressed together. 

“it has been one week since my last confessional.” you bite your lip.

“i have been struggling with impure thoughts. thoughts about you, father.” 

arthur peers down at you, his cock growing hard in his trousers. 

“rise. for you are forgiven.” he says, helping you to your feet. 

his hands wrap around your waist. 

“how can i absolve myself from this sin father?” you tilt your head. 

“oh but this isn’t a sin at all.” he chuckles warmly. “do you trust me? as your priest?” 

his nose is mere centimetres from yours.

“of course i do.” saliva is pooling in your mouth. 

“let me guide you. pleasure isn’t always something you should be ashamed of.” his lips brush against yours as he speaks. 

you close your eyes, waiting for further contact. 

and arthur doesn’t disappoint, his lips melt into yours, kissing you deeply. 

you accept it gratefully, hungry for him. 

he brings your hips closer, pressing your body up against his own. 

you can feel his bulge pressed up against you. 

you craved anything that he could offer you. 

“let me show you.” arthur breaks up your kiss. he lifts you up onto his desk after pushing the papers to the side.

he’s pulling your shirt up over your head, exposing your bare chest.

“so sinful.” he shakes his head, looking at you. “do you even try to fight temptation?” he asks.

your nipples peak in the cool air. you don’t know why you decided not to wear a bra, maybe it was wishful thinking. 

maybe you just wanted him to look at your chest. 

well whatever it was, it seemed to have worked. 

“i’m sorry reverend.” you look up at him.

“i doubt it.” he says before taking one of your nipples in between his lips.

and he was right. you weren’t sorry. certainly not in that moment when your head was thrown back, his lips attached to you. 

“oh arthur.” you throw your head back, baring your neck to him. 

“let me set you free.” arthur says, grabbing your waist. you wrap your legs around his waist, letting him pick you up.

he takes you into his bedroom, setting you on his single bed. 

“kneel.” he says again, unbuckling his belt. 

you get on your knees in front of him, looking up at him. 

he drops his trousers, leaving him in his boxers. 

you watch as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned chest. he was in such incredible shape it has you salivating.

his shirt hits the floor as your attention turns to his erection. you tongue darts out of your mouth, licking your lips. 

“eager?” he says, smiling down at you. 

you nod, watching as he drags his boxers down his thighs. 

his cock hits his stomach. 

you grab his thigh with your hand, your nails digging into his plush skin. 

you wondered if he’d ever had his dick sucked before. maybe he’d just seen it in pornos. 

maybe he was a virgin. 

you lick the underside of his cock, watching for his response. he throws his head back. 

you take his cock in your mouth. 

a groan leaves arthur’s mouth. your mouth felt amazing. it had been a long time since he’d had his cock in something other than his hand. 

your tongue runs down his shaft as you bob your head up and down. 

he can’t help but look at you. the height of sin. he had been thinking about this since he’s seen you last week. 

there was something different about you. 

he has the sudden urge to grip your hair, dictating your speed for himself. 

but he refrains, watching as you hold onto his thigh. 

he was in such amazing shape you couldn’t help yourself.

tears start to well in your eyes as you gag around him. 

without warning, he takes a step back. looking down at you.

you sit there on your knees, looking up at him, wondering what he wanted from you. 

“this is about you.” arthur says, bending over to pick you up.

he gets you to lie down on his bed. 

“what do you want?” his head is cock as his eyes rake down your body. eyes ok your chest. 

“i want you to fuck me.” you lick your lips, maintaining eye contact. 

arthur smirks, moving to undo your pants, dragging them and your panties down your legs. 

he scrambles in between your legs, leaning down to kiss your lips. 

he runs one of his slender fingers through your slick folds, finding you to be dripping wet. 

he pushes his finger into you, drawing a moan from your lips. but you wanted more.

arthur was going to give it to you.

he breaks up the kiss, lining himself up with your entrance. 

he slowly slides into you, your eyes rolling back at the contact. 

“oh god.” you whine as arthur pulls back out before pushing into you again.

he maintains a steady pace, rocking you against his single mattress. 

arthur is savouring it. this was the first time he’d had sex since joining the priesthood. he didn’t know how he’d went this long without it. without you. 

he tries hard not to cum, but it’s a losing battle. 

he makes it a few more strokes before finishing inside of you. 

“shit. sorry.” he says, emptying himself inside of you. 

“s’ok.” you look up at him. “first time?” 

“in a while.” he chuckles, slowly pulling out of you. 

he watches as his cum drips out of you. he coats his fingers in it, bringing them up for you to suck on. 

you take them into your mouth, lips wrapped around the digits seductively.

before you know it arthur is in between your legs, lapping at your pussy. 

is lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. 

you grab his hair, holding onto him. 

he looks up at you through his lashes, gauging your reaction. 

your eyes are tightly shut, trying to focus on the sensation. 

he eats you out like a man starved. which to be fair, he kind of was. 

he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something like this, not that it mattered. 

he gave you more attention than your ex boyfriend ever did. 

he adds his fingers, curling them into you. 

it’s not long before he has you coming undone, finishing on his tongue. 

but arthur doesn’t stop, you grip his head trying to move him away.

“too much.” you whine, quickly finding yourself overwhelmed.

“you can give me more.” arthur says, fingers still inside of you. 

he adds a third finger, stretching you out around him. 

“please arthur. i can’t take anymore” you’re whimpering, shaking under him. 

his lips leave your skin. but he kisses your thighs. 

you’re still shaking as he takes his slender fingers out of you. 

as soon as he looks up at you, you’re hit with clarity. hard. 

you’d just had sex. with your priest. 

“shit.” you say before covering your mouth, like swearing was the worst sin you committed.

“what?” arthur titles his head, looking up at you.

“we shouldn’t have done this.” you stand up, searching for your clothes, remembering your shirt is in ten other room.

“don’t you trust me?” arthur says, still

shamelessly ogling your bare chest. 

“of course i do! but we can’t. you of all people should know that what we did was wrong.” your arms are outstretched. 

“maybe.” arthur shrugs. it’s hard for you to take him seriously while he’s still naked. “but maybe it was so so right.” he smirks.

“i have to go.” you shake your head, leaving his room to find your top in his study. 

“you’ll be back.” arthur calls to you as he puts on his boxers. 

a bit presumptuous of him. 

but you knew he was right, now that you had a taste, you would never be able to get enough. 

something about the situation. the fact that it felt so wrong. the way he looked at you. it was inevitable. 

but you leg yourself believe the lie you told yourself, that you’d never do it again.

-

you sit in the garden in your backyard, sipping a glass of water.

“how are you doing?” arthur comes out, kissing you in the forehead before reaching around you to rub your swelling belly. 

he’d switched denominations a while ago, joining another sector of the church. one where the priests don’t have to be celibate.

eventually you’d gotten married, settled down and were expecting your first child together. 

the night was winding down.

people were slowly leaving the bar, and you could tell that your friends were ready to head out. 

will fishes his keys out of his pants, he’d already offered to be the dd.

you and your friends follow him out. you’re holding onto arthur.

he’s your close friend, but this always seemed to be in the verge of becoming more serious than friends. 

your lips always seemed to be centimetres apart. always finding each other on the dance floor. 

when you reach will’s car the group of your realise that there’s more of you than will fit in the car.

“i can get in the trunk.” chris pipes up. 

“no no. i’ll just sit on someone’s lap.” you volunteer. as the only girl left at the bar, you felt like you had a duty.

“sorted then.” will says, getting into the drivers side. 

you watch as the rest of your friends file into the back and in the passenger seat. 

you climb in behind arthur, sitting on his lap. 

he pulls the seat belt over the two of you, clicking it into place. 

“safety first.” he says in your ear.

the alcohol is slightly getting to your brain and you lie back against arthur. 

your back against his front. 

he grips your hips, holding you in place as the car starts to move. 

“fuck me.” arthur says under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear him. 

a smile dances across your lips. this was gonna be fun for you. 

will hits a speed bump as he’s driving through a residential area, cause you to jerk in your seat. 

arthur’s head is thrown back. it’s almost like his personal hell. 

having you like this and not being able to do anything about it. 

you start to “readjust” yourself, in his lap, almost grinding on him.

“reader.” he says in your ear, warning you. 

“what?” you say innocently, looking over your shoulder. 

“don’t start something you can’t finish.” his lips brush against your ear drum. 

you pretend to not know what he’s referring to. 

after will hits a rather nasty pot hole you adjust yourself again.

you can feel arthur starting to get hard underneath you. 

his fingers dig into your hips, trying to keep you still while on top of him. 

“can’t even wait until you get home?” his voice is low in your ear. “so fucking needy.” 

you bite your lip, you can feel yourself getting wetter, the feeling of arthur’s length under you turning you on.

“i bet you’re already soaked through.” one of his hands moves across your thigh, resting over your belt buckle. 

arthur decides he’ll save that for later. his hand starts to travel downwards, pressing on your clothed cunt. 

a small whimper gets caught in your throat as you try to stop it from coming out. 

“do you want them to find out?” he says and you shake your head no. “well then don’t make me have to cover your mouth.”

you bite your lip until you can taste the blood, arthur’s fingers working against you. 

your eyes are shut tight until the car comes to a screeching halt.

your eyes jerk open as will says your name.

“at your flat love.” he says, making eye contact with you in the rear view.

arthur unbuckles the seatbelt, opening the door. 

the rest of the lads all say good bye to you as you head towards the door. 

you expect arthur to get back into the car, leaving you like he always did. 

but he shuts the door behind him. 

you don’t hear what he says to will, but you don’t really care. 

he wraps a hand around your waist, walking you to your building. 

you wondered what your friends would think. 

you look up at him as you walk towards the door.

“wait until we get inside.” he dismisses your gaze.

you let him in, shutting the door behind the two of you. 

you watch as will speeds off, on his way to the next house. 

“what are you doing here?” you ask, head tilted.

“had to finish what you started.” he says, walking up the stairs to your door. 

he knew the way. he’d been to your flat many times before. 

you chose not to question it, just grateful for the opportunity. 

you unlock the door to your flat, arthur makes sure that it clicks shut, locking it. 

“what the fuck were you thinking?” he looks down at you, watching as you remove your shoes. 

you just shrug, batting your eyelashes at him. 

he takes his own shoes off before pulling you towards him by your belt buckle, kissing you. hard. 

“you were trying to make a scene, weren’t you?” he pushes you towards your bedroom, lips brushing up against yours. 

you shake your head, but he knows the truth. 

“bet you would have let me fuck you right there.” he starts discarding your clothing. your belt comes off first, then your top, then he unbuttons your jeans. he drags them down your legs until they pool at your feet.

“you wanted this. you wanted me to touch you like that.” he pushes you until your legs hit the mattress. 

“please arthur.” you whine, throwing your head back, baring your neck to him. 

he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point. 

“what makes you think that you deserve this?” he asks, looking down at you, pulling his shirt over his head. 

“i’ve been good for you.” you lie back, allowing him to get a full view of your half naked body.

“no you haven’t.” he shakes his head, shrugging his trousers down his legs. “you’ve been a slut.” 

drool starts to pool in your mouth as you admire his body. he looked so fit, stood over you at the end of your bed. 

“arthur. please.” your legs open as you beg him to touch you again. 

his eyes focus on the wet patch in your panties. 

“fuck.” his tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

you can see he’s fully hard in his pants.

you sit up just enough to unclasp your bra, baring your chest to him. not that he needed another reason to fuck you. 

but that just made him want you more.

“got a condom?” he asks you, eyes focused on your breasts.

“just pull out.” you say and arthur kneels between your legs, kissing you deeply. 

“safety first sweetheart.” he says in your ear. his thumb brushes over your nipple. 

“check the nightstand.” your fingers dip into his waist band, fingers brushing over his length. 

arthur reaches over you, rustling through your night stand. 

he finally finds the package of condoms you’d stashed there ages ago. 

you’d never thought you’d use them with arthur. not that they were meant for him anyway. you’d let him fuck you however he wanted to. 

he rips open the wrapper before shrugging down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. 

you watch as he rolls it on, saliva pooling in your mouth. 

“you gonna be good?” he asks before moving your panties to the side with two fingers. 

he could already feel how wet you were. 

“i need you.” you whine, watching as he lines himself up, painfully slowly.

he pushes into you, savouring each inch. 

“fuck.” you breath out, eyes rolling back.

he filled you up so perfectly. it had you wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner.

arthur takes a moment once he’s fully inside of you before swiftly pulling out until only the tip remains before ramming his cock back into you. 

it made you feel so dirty, pornographic sounds leaving your mouth. but this was what you wanted. you wanted to be utterly and completely fucked. 

arthur settles into a rhythm, pushing into you over and over again.

“oh arthur.” you mewl as he hits your g spot.

“you like that?” his voice is low and seductive in your ear.

“faster.” you whimper, eyes shut, mouth wide open. 

arthur’s thumb brushes over your nipple and you arch your back. 

you wanted more. 

his hand snakes down your body in between the two of you. 

his thumb presses down on clit, giving you exactly what you wanted.

“oh god.” your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“you’re doing so well. so good for me.” arthur groans, so close to finishing.

he puts you over the edge, feeling you cum around his cock. 

he doesn’t take long to follow, the thick white liquid spurting from his tip into the condom.

arthur starts to kiss your face all over, coming down from his high. 

he suddenly pulls out, taking a moment to take the condom off before throwing it in the bin. 

arthur lies down next to you, pulling your body into his. 

“are you satisfied now?” he asks, a smug look on his face. 

“for now.” you look over a him, grinning. 

“i was hoping you’d say that.” he replies. “tomorrow morning i want to hear you scream my name for your neighbours.”

“i don’t know if they’d appreciate that.” you move closer to him, accepting his embrace. 

“well i know i will.” arthur kisses your forehead. 

“mmm whatever you say.” you mumble. you allow your eyelids to close, they were already heavy with sleep.

“sleep well. i’ll see you in the morning.” arthur kisses you again. 

you fall asleep on his chest as he strokes your hair. 

you knew that it was a mistake. why on earth would you stay with george and chris?

even worse, the only sensible member of the household, arthur, was away touring. 

so now you were crashing on the couch of two imbeciles.

why your boyfriend had chosen to break up with you in the middle of the month? you had no idea. 

it seemed like until you could find a new apartment, you would be crashing with the two of them. 

the first couple of weeks were, fine, george even toured apartments with you. 

“this one looks nice enough.” he says as your stood in a studio with the rent much higher than it was worth. 

the place was in croyden for gods sake. 

he went around london with you, but nothing seemed to stick. they were either too small, too far away, or had some sort of black mould. 

feeling defeated, you return to george’s apartment with him. 

“oh well, i’ll have to find something, it’s literally london.” you say, taking off your shoes.

“exactly, don’t stress, you can stay here as long as you need to.” george reassures you. 

“as long as you keep cooking.” chris calls from somewhere within the apartment.

“speaking of, what do you two want for dinner?” you walk into the kitchen, seeing what’s in the fridge.

“chicken pasta?” you say, seeing the chicken breast in the fridge.

“sounds good.” george says, sitting down on the couch. 

“need some help?” chris comes into the kitchen from the other room. 

“sure.” you respond, getting ingredients out. 

you and chris work together, or more accurately you work and tell chris what to do, for dinner. 

you had always loved cooking , especially for your friends and family. it really sparked joy in you to see others enjoy your food. 

your ex boyfriend had been so dismissive of your cooking in the past. being around chris and george it really opened your eyes to how you should be treated. 

they always seemed to be full of praise. for everything you did. 

they cared more for you now in a few weeks than he ever did.

eventually you and chris finish up the food and you plate it up for the three of you.

you sit together at the dining room table and george cracks open a bottle of red wine, pouring you each a glass. 

“exactly what i needed.” you breathe out, rolling your shoulders.

“to us.” chris says, raising his glass.

“to us,” you and george echo, clinking glasses.

“this looks amazing.” george says, taking a fork full before stuffing his mouth. 

you smile at him, pacing yourself when it came to eating your own food. one bite at a time.

chris and george are looking at each other in a strange way you’ve never seen before. 

you honestly weren’t even sure you wanted to know what they were thinking. 

you were surprised things weren’t awkward between the three of you after you had a few… run ins.

first george had walked into the bathroom when you where in nothing but a towel, completely accidentally. 

he had apologized profusely, but honestly you weren’t sure if it had bothered you. 

then chris had come into your room while you were getting dressed. you only managed to put on your underwear, before he came in unexpectedly. 

again, another accident, which he also apologized for. 

but it left you feeling hot. 

then you’d heard george jerking off when he thought you weren’t home. you even thought you heard him mumbling your name. that was enough for you to press your thighs together.

the look on his face when he saw you in the living room. 

he was redder then a tomato. 

then the most recent incident, and perhaps the strangest, you noticed your most recent pair of underwear was missing from your hamper when you went to do laundry. 

the next day, you’d found them in chris’s room after he asked you to get something for him.

and they were coated in what would have been a white liquid, that certainly didn’t come out of your body. 

that made you even hotter.

the thought of the two of them jerking off to you, with chris even using your dirty panties, it made you so horny. 

it had been so long since you’d been fucked, properly anyway. your ex seemed to always finish after a few thrusts, leaving you to get yourself off.

and what was even worse, you seemed to hit your peak ovulation that day while you were making dinner. 

you watch the two of them intently as you eat. curious to know what their looks to escher other were all about. 

you finish up after you tell chris about your day of apartment hunting, and george starts to clear the table. 

you get up to help him, but chris holds you back.

“you made dinner, go relax, we’ve got this.” he smiles at you. 

you nod, getting up from the table.

you lounge on the couch while the sound of dishes echo through the apartment.

eventually the boys come to join you, one of each sitting on either side of you. 

“thank you for dinner.” george says, his hand resting on your thigh.

you were close with each other, but something felt different about the way he was touching you. 

“yeah.” chris chimes in. “would you let us show you some appreciation?” his lips are close to your ear.

“you’ve been so good to us.” george says, prompting you to look at him. 

“let us return the favour.” chris says, before promptly getting onto his knees in front of you. 

you spread your thighs apart for chris, allowing him he see your panties under your skirt. 

“oh god.” chris starts salivating, eyes resting on the wet patch between your legs 

“i wish you’d came into my room the other day.” george’s breath is hot against your face. 

“i know you heard me moan your name.” george moves his hand to the bottom of your skirt, pulling it back to show chris even more. 

chris starts to drag your bottoms down your body, leaving you half naked on the couch. 

your heart rate increases as he kisses your thighs, his mouth moving closer and close to you. 

“you like that?” george says to you, his hand cusping your cheek. 

you nod, a bit embarrassed by how much of you is on display for them. 

chris pulls you towards him so that you’re almost hanging off of the couch before he attaches his lips to you, his tongue working against you. 

you turn to face george, moving to kiss him. 

your lips brush against each other as he shakes his head. 

“i want you to watch,” he repositions your face so that you’re looking at chris. 

“watch him eat you out angel.” he says before kissing your neck, shoving one of his thumbs into your mouth. 

you suck on george’s thumb, moaning around it as chris fucks you with his tongue. 

he looked so good, sitting there. touching you so attentively. 

chris responded to every movement, it seemed to be spurring him on. he wanted to leave you shaking uncontrollably, eager to please. 

george takes his thumb out of your mouth, using his hand to grope your breast. 

“mmm chris need you inside of me.” you whine, and you knew if chris wasn’t going to fuck you, george should would.

“i wanna go first.” george says, looking at chris, who had his lips wrapped around your clit. “can you take both of us?”

“just need one of you inside of me now.” you nod intently. you knew you would be able to take both of them.

“c’mon mate.” george says to chris, who looks a bit upset.

“can’t i finish first?” chris looks up at you. 

“sorry chris i need to be fucked. i’m so fucking horny.” you lie down on the carpet. 

“fine.” chris folds his arms. “but this isn’t over.” he watches as george takes his trousers off. 

his boxers follow and you audibly gasp. you hadn’t expected him to be so big. 

george kneels in between your thighs, lining up his cock with your entrance.

he pushes into you slowly, savouring every inch. 

you let out a low moan and chris peels your shirt off your skin. 

he palms your breasts through your bra as george starts to pull out, you felt incredible.

“please george. i need more.” you whimper. 

who was he to deny you?

george starts to quicken his pace, fucking you faster. 

chris reaches under you to take your bra off, leaving you bare. 

your head is in his lap as he pays special attention to your breasts. 

“take george’s shirt off,” you direct chris.

chris reaches over your body, taking george’s shirt off. 

god he was good looking. he had such a beautifully toned body. 

“mmm george.” you whine, your body starting to sweat. 

it seemed like the temperate in the apartment was always set to hell. maybe chris and george just wanted to see you like this. sticky with sweat.

chris’s thumbs brush over your nipples, causes them to harden. 

he watches your face intently as your eyes shut tightly, your head thrown back into his lap. 

“no.” chris says, his hand coming up to your face. “look at george.” 

you open your eyes, watching as george fucks you. 

you could feel chris’s cock twitch in his pants. your head still in his lap. 

“oh god.” you moan out, the two of them had you so close. 

george fucks you deeper, pounding into you. 

“come on.” chris watches as your face contorts. “it’s been so long, hasn’t it baby?”

george pushes into you again and again, putting you over. 

you start to shake around him, chris holding your body. 

“oh god george.” you whine as he fucks you though it. eventually, he empties himself inside of you. 

“my turn.” chris says, almost pushing george off of you.

he’d decided that he’d waited long enough, he needed to feel you. watch you as he thrusted into you.

george backed away from you, allowing chris to replace him between your legs. 

chris pushes his bottoms down his thick thighs before pushing into slowly. he watches as you take every inch. 

he wasn’t as big as george, but he was so thick, stretching you out.

“chris.” you whine, your eyes shut.

“i know sweetheart, i know.” he says before starting to pick up the pace. 

he was transfixed by how well you took him. he watched as his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt.

he wasn’t sure what fluid came from you and what came from george, but he didn’t care. 

he didn’t even care that george was watching him fuck you right now. 

all chris wanted was to feel you cum around his cock, and he was going to get that.

his thumb started to apply pressure to your clit, bringing you closer.

george brushed his thumb against your cheek, before putting it back into your mouth. 

you started sucking on it again, moaning around it. 

chris had you moaning like a full on porn star, and the way he was fucking you on the floor, right after george had finished inside of you, had you feeling like one.

but god it felt so good. you hadn’t felt this much pleasure in a long time, at least not from a man. 

months of pent up sexual tension came over you again as you came again. 

chris smirked to himself as he felt you convulse around him. 

“so good for me. for us.” chris looked down at you. 

he pushed into you a few more times before he hit his own climax, filling you up with cum again. 

he planted kisses all over your face, still inside of you. 

“such a good girl.” he mumbles in your ear in a deep voice. 

it sends shocks through you. 

he said it in a way that made you know this wasn’t over.

maybe chris was done with you tonight, but he was far from finished with you forever. 

you look up at george and see the same thing in his face. the look of determination and lust. 

lando woke up in the middle of the night, having to use the bathroom. 

he knew he shouldn’t have drank all that water. 

he moved on auto pilot, washing his hands before going to bed.

there you were, peacefully asleep, looking like an angel.

your mouth was slightly parted, the sheets half off of you with your shirt riding up. 

he could see your peaked nipples through the thin white fabric. 

“lando.” a breathy moan leaves your mouth. 

god were you having, a sex dream? about him?

that goes straight to his cock, he watches it harden in his boxers.

“need you.” your face contorted in a way that makes him think you’re close. 

he can’t help himself. he takes the sheets off of your body, pulling your sleep shorts down your body. 

he puts a finger into you, finding you to be desperately wet. 

“shit.” he says under his breath before pushing your top up. exposing your breasts to the cool air. 

“mmm more.” you whine at the loss of lando’s a finger. 

god you were so perfect for him.

he pushes his thick cock into you, hearing you gasp. 

he thinks you might wake up, but your eyes remain shut. 

“that’s it. go back to sleep for me.” he mumbles, groaning at the way you feel.

he fucks you lazily, taking his time. he doesn’t want you to wake up.

he wanted to make sure you got enough sleep so you’d be well rested for tomorrow. 

plus the last time he woke you up, you scolded him for not waiting until morning. 

truth be told, you had no idea what lando had done to you while you were sleeping, but you didn’t really care. 

you’d become so desperate for him while you were unconscious, you’d started begging for him. 

he wouldn’t have it any other way. he loved the way you begged for him. he loved it when you woke up to him inside of you, begging for more. 

most of the time you would only know what he did to you if you woke up with clothes missing or dried cum in your underwear. 

then you liked to return the favour, grinding on his morning wood until he woke up. 

you loved having lazy mornings. you swore the two of you could stay in bed all day just having sex.

lando swore again under his breath. 

you were so perfect for him. so sweet underneath him. 

you try to turn in your sleep, but lando holds you down on your back, thrusting into your unconscious body. 

you start to stir again, but landonstrokes your hair, trying to keep you asleep. 

he succeeds momentarily, but after a few more lazy thrusts your eyes start to open.

“lando. it’s not even light outside yet.” you whine.

“go back to sleep.” he grunts, still fucking you. 

“mmm i’m up now.” you lace your fingers behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. 

“should have waited until i was in deep sleep. wouldn’t have woken up from that.” you giggle. 

“maybe i wanted you to wake up.” he hooks your thighs up over his hips, pushing deeper into you. 

“besides, you were begging me. i couldn’t deny you.” he kisses your neck. 

“hmm was i? i don’t remember what i was dreaming about.” you say before a low moan gets caught in your throat. “fuck lando.” 

“you were all ‘lando’ and ‘need you’” he attempts to mock you, moaning out the words. 

“mmm well i do need you lando.” you whine, needing him to fuck you faster. 

lando picks up his pace now that he’s no longer afraid of waking you up. 

his thrusts are intentional. he fucks you deep and hard. his thick cock fills you up so well.

he starts to apply pressure to your clit, causing you to arch your back if the mattress.

“oh god.” you whine, your eyes rolling back.

“so good for me.” lando says, kissing your neck. 

soon enough he has you reaching your climax, with himself not far behind. 

“mmm lando.” you pull him towards you.

he kisses you until you drift back asleep, never having been fully awake in the first place.

he plants a kiss on your forehead. 

he could fall back asleep just like that, still inside of you. 

he loved the way that he filled you up. 

his eyes start to feel heavy, his body weight resting on yours. 

lando finally pulls out of you, watching his cum drip out of you. 

he pulls your body on top of his, falling back to sleep with you partly on top of him. 

he was so incredibly lucky. he thought to himself, pressing another kiss into your forehead. 

you breath in and out on top of him. he rubs your back. 

you were sitting at the sidemen charity match after party, drunk out of your mind. 

you were sitting across from will, laughing with him. 

you ended up talking about other youtubers and eventually the conversation shifted to chris.

“so what do you think of chris?” he asks you, fully aware that chris’s stood behind you. 

“raw, next question.” you giggle, you had no idea that he was within ear shot, let alone right behind you. 

“right. i’ll leave you to it mate.” will says, looking up at chris before he walks away, patting chris on the back.

“oh my god!” you’re cheeks flush red.

“it’s ok.” chris laughs, clearly finding the situation amusing. 

“i didn’t- um, i’m not, i was just kidding.” you look down at your hands in your lap. 

“it’s alright. i’d do you raw.” he continues laughing. 

that sobered you up quickly. your eyes widen. this was the last thing you expected. 

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” you bite your lip as you look over at him. 

“oh i mean it alright. can i take you home?” chris licks his lips.

damn that was smooth. 

“i mean if you want.” you try to come across as nonchalant, but you don’t think it’s working. 

“let’s go.” he offers you his hand and you take it. 

if you’d known that it would be this easy you would have done this ages ago.

the car ride back to his place seems to take forever. 

chris holds your hand in his own, but he can’t look at you. 

he wanted you so badly he felt almost uncontrollable. like his body would act on his behalf for him.

“you played really well in the match today.” you smile at chris. 

“thank you.” his eyes are focused on his lap. 

“you and arthur worked really well together.” you were happy to praise him. he had such a good game. 

“well y’know.” he brushes it off. 

eventually the car comes to a stop at what you assume is chris’s apartment complex. 

“cheers mate!” chris opens up his door, helping you out of the car.

you head inside. chris leads the way. 

he takes you inside, and offers you a glass of water. 

“i’m alright chris.” you lick your lips. 

“yeah. ok.” he takes you into his living room, sitting next to you on his couch.

“why are you so nervous?” you tease him. 

“it’s just, you’re you. i don’t know.” he rubs his sweaty palms on his shorts.

“well i’m here aren’t i?” you ask him. 

“i suppose so.” he responds. 

you make eye contact for exactly 10 seconds before you lean in to kiss him, taking his lips in your own. 

you climb into his lap, leaning down to kiss him. 

he breaks up the kiss to take off his shirt. you run your nails down his chest, kissing his neck. 

he pulls your top off your frame, leaving you in your bra. 

“holy shit.” he stares at your chest, which is essentially eye level with him. 

“you gonna take it off or what?” you run your fingers through his hair. 

his fingers fumble with the back of your bra before eventually unhooking it. 

he takes it off your body, discarding it on his floor. his hands run over your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. 

your head gets thrown back, your chest on full display for him. 

“so you gonna fuck me now or what?” your look down at him. 

“uh. would you like that?” his face turns beet red. 

“no shit chris.” you roll your eyes playfully. 

you take your body weight off of his lap so he can shrug down his shorts and boxers so that they pool down at his feet.

you start to grind against him and he bunches your skirt up at your waist. 

the thin layer of your panties is the only thing left in between you.

“mmm chris. you wanna be inside of me?” you take his bottom lip in your mouth biting it lightly. 

he nods frantically at you.

you slide your underwear to the side, taking him inside of you.

you take your time with it, slowly taking more and more. 

he might not have been the biggest you’d ever had, but he stretched you out, his thick length filling you up. 

he groaned underneath you, kissing your neck. 

you start to increase your pace, moving up and down his shaft.

“oh fuck” he whines. he already felt so close. 

you take a fistful of his hair, making him look up at you. 

“you like that chris?” you make eye contact with him. it felt so sensual. so close. 

he nods at you again. 

“use your words sweetheart.” you roll your hips against him. 

“yes, god yes.” his eyes shut, his head thrown back. 

“you’re such a good boy chris.” your nails run down his chest, leaving red marks. 

“i’m so close.” he whimpers, drool leaving his mouth.

“you wanna cum chris?” you take his face in your hand, making him look at you. 

“please.” his pupils are shot. 

you stick your thumb in his mouth and he starts to suck on it, maintaining eye contact with you. 

“yeah? are you gonna be a good boy and finish inside of me?” you watch him suck on your thumb. 

he nods, eyes looking up at you. 

god he looked so cute like that. thumb in his mouth, about to cum. 

he moans around your thumb, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you, emptying himself. 

“now that wasn’t so hard was it?” you take your thumb out of his mouth, patting his cheek. 

you start to get off of him but he grabs your hips, pulling you back onto his cock.

“not yet. need to be inside of you for a bit longer.” he groans. he loved the way you felt. he didn’t want you to ever get off of him. 

he could fill you up like that forever. 

“alright sweetheart.” you kiss his forehead. how on earth could you deny him?

chris buries his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose against you. 

your hands run up and down his muscular back. 

eventually he pulls back looking up at you.

“wait. you didn’t cum.” a disappointed look washes over his face.

“it’s ok love.” you smile down at him. “i really enjoyed it. i just can’t cum from penetration alone.” 

“well i’m sure i know what you can cum from.” he smirks at you before grabbing your hips, pulling you off of his leaky cock.

before he takes you to his bedroom, he pulls your skirt down, leaving it in the living room. 

chris picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. despite being slightly submissive underneath you, he was still quite happy to pick you up and carry you. 

you giggle as he takes you into his bedroom, setting you down on his bed. 

he’s stood over you, leaning down to kiss you. 

“you wanna sit on my face?” chris says softly in your ear. 

you nod, looking up at him. he lies down on his bed watching eagerly as you crawl in top of him. 

eventually you’re hovering over his mouth, suddenly feeling quite self aware of how much you way. 

“come on then love,” his says underneath you, “can’t do anything if you don’t sit down.” 

his playful reassurance is enough for you to rest part of your weight of him, his mouth eagerly accepting you.

you hold onto his headboard, rolling your hips against him as he nips and sucks at your sex.

“oh god chris.” you whine. 

chris grips your thighs, keeping you close to him. 

he wanted you to cum all over his face, he’d got his fair share of his own bodily fluids, but he wanted yours. 

he can tell you’re getting close, his lips wrapped around your clit. 

“please chris.” it comes out in some sort of strangled whimper. 

he groans against you and that does it for you, finishing on his face. 

you try to life your body off of him, but his keeps your their, gripping your thighs.

“chris it’s too much.” you whine, he has you shaking, feeling overwhelmed. 

but he won’t be satisfied until he’s had every last drop of what you have to offer. 

he finally lets you go, his grip on your thighs releasing.

he grabs your hips, guiding you so that your chest is against his. 

you lie down on him, body spent. 

he warps his arms around you, holding you close. 

“chris…” you say as you feel his hard length against your cunt. 

“don’t worry, i won’t ask you to go again.” he says stroking your hair. “it’ll go down, or i’ll have a wank.” he says it like it’s nothing.

god you’d love to watch that. but you’d also love another round.

“mmm i could go again.” 

“you don’t have to, honest. i don’t mind.” he caresses your back. 

“chris please. i want to.” you kiss his neck. 

before you know it chris has you flipped over so he’s on top of you. 

“are you gonna be a good girl for me?” his dick is essentially teasing your entrance. 

“mmm please chris.” you whine, wanting more. 

chris pushes into you, hooking your legs over his hips. 

you think he might turn into a drooling mess again, but this time he’s happy to take control. 

“just like that for me.” chris groans as one of your hands reaches into his hair, pulling on it. 

“fuck you feel so good.” chirs can’t get enough, thrusting into you over and over again. 

his hand snakes in between your bodies, applying pressure to your clit.

you gasp at the feeling, clenching around chris. 

that just makes him fuck you harder, increasing his pace. 

“fuck chris.” he’s left you speechless, fucking you senseless. 

it’s almost laughable how quickly the rolls were reversed. not that you were complaining, you’d happily have chris fuck you. 

“you’re doing so well for me.” he groans as you run your nails down his back. 

your chest rises up and down, panting as chris takes control. 

your sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, and your run your hands along his supple skin. 

god he was so fit. his muscular arms caged your body in a way that was so sensual. 

everything about chris felt so intimate, so right. it was upsetting that you hadn’t done this sooner.

and now that you had a taste, you weren’t ever going to stop. 

“come on. wanna feel you cum on my cock.” chris mumbles in your ear, still pounding into you. 

“oh chris.” you whine, his voice puts you over the edge, and you hit your climax again, shaking around chris. 

he’s not far behind, emptying himself inside of you again.

he kisses your neck, letting his body weight rest on you. 

“mmm chris.” your arms wrapped around him. 

“can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner.” he says, moving onto his back, pulling you on top of him. 

he keeps his cock nestled inside of you, wanting to keep you like that for as long as he can. 

he’d fall asleep like that if you’d let him. 

“that was nice.” you plant a kiss on his lips. 

“we should do that again sometime.” he starts stroking your hair, keeping your body weight on his frame. 

you nod at him. you could have fallen asleep like that, you were so tired. 

“maybe next time i’ll watch you have a wank.” you giggle. you loved watching him come undone.

“i just can’t believe you let me hit it raw.” he chuckles, its warm. 

“anytime.” you respond as you start to drift off. 

“you ready to sleep?” chris asks, brushing your hair out of your face.” 

“please.” your eyes closing. 

chris pulls you off of his cock again, watching as bodily fluid leaks out of you.

you shift next to him, curling up on your side with your back to him. 

chris picks up on your body language, pulling you into him, becoming the big spoon. 

“sleep well.” he kisses the back of your head, but you’re already out like a light, the warmth of sleep was too inviting. 

chris drifts off soon after, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. 

you saw him from across the bar.

you’d known lando for ages. you’d been off and on since before you could remember. 

there was a new girl on his arm. someone you didn’t know. some sort of model knowing him.

that irritated you. 

you were bored. you needed something to do. that something to do should have been lando. 

you still had his number, somewhere deep inside of your contacts. 

he makes eye contact with you. you knew what he was thinking about, because you were thinking about it too. 

you decide to leave it be for the moment, heading outside for a smoke.

lando follows you out, coming up behind you. 

“don’t look at me like that.” lando says in your ear. 

you turn around to face him. 

“come on lan. break up with her. i’m bored.” you blow smoke into his face.

“you shouldn’t say that.” he shakes his head at you, taking the lit cigarette from in between your fingers. 

“why not? you could hit it in the morning, it would be like i’m yours.” you smile at him, taking your cigarette back. 

“but she is mine.” he shakes his head. 

“then why are you out here talking to me?” 

“good point.” 

“you remember the address. i’ll leave my door unlocked.” you flick the cigarette out of your hand onto the ground, stepping on it with your shoe.

you walk past him, leaving the smoking area to walk back inside.

you spot his girlfriend staring at you, watching as lando walks right behind you. 

lando was so tempted to stop you, to kiss you right there. he’d missed you. but to look up and see the disappointing look on his girlfriends face, he knew he shouldn’t. 

looking at her, it just annoyed him.

you walk towards the door, leaving the bar. 

lando knew you weren’t kidding when you said you’d leave your door unlocked. 

he just had to deal with her, and then he could be with you.

it sounded sick. it made you feel a bit crazy, but you honestly didn’t care. life was too short to not go after what you wanted. 

the walk to your apartment was short. your airpods in, ariana grande playing at full blast. 

you unlock the door, shutting it behind you. you head into your bedroom, shedding your clothing. 

you throw on a lacy nightgown that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. 

you walk into your bathroom, brushing your teeth and hair. 

after your clean up, you settle into bed. the sheets covering your figure.

eventually you start to drift off, tired from the night out.

little did you know, lando was on his way. 

-

he took her outside of the club.

“i just don’t think we’re compatible.” he looks at her. he wanted it to be over. 

“why are you doing this now?” her arms folded across her chest. “who is she?” 

“don’t worry about it. i’m just not interested.” lando looks irritated. 

“you’re such a piece of shit!” she throws her arms off before storming off. 

lando just shakes his head.

he makes the way back to your apartment, a route he knew well. 

he gets buzzed into the lobby before making his way to the elevator. he selects your floor, making his way up. 

he stands outside your door, turning the door handle to find it unlocked. 

he steps into your apartment, taking his shoes off and locking the door behind him. 

he makes his way into your bedroom to find you asleep, lips slightly parted. 

he pulls the sheets back, revealing your sleeping figure. 

god you looked perfect. 

you shift in the cool air, nipples peaking under the layer of fabric. 

lando plants a kiss on your lips. you looked so sweet, so peaceful.

he starts to undress. leaving him in his boxers. he shifts his bulge before getting into bed next to you.

he couldn't wake you up, not when you looked like that.

he pulls your body into his, smelling your hair.

unfortunately, all of his rustling caused you to wake up, your body jolting upwards.

"jesus lan, you scared me." you say, looking over at him.

"didn't mean to wake you up." he mumbles, his eyes drinking in your body.

"it's ok." you settle back down on the mattress. "so you break up with her?" there's a small glint in your eyes.

"yeah." he looks a bit ashamed of himself, but he didn't regret it, being in your bed was well worth the awkwardness.

"well i'm glad you came here." you start to pour on the seduction. your hand brushes over the bulge in his boxers, causing him to gasp.

"don't start something you can't finish." he looks at you with a deep seated desire.

"i was rather hoping you'd finish it." you flash him a smile.

lando moves, kneeling in between your legs, his body hovering over yours.

"is that so?" he asks before planting a kiss on your lips.

you kiss him back, hard.

you start to bite his bottom lip, grinding against his erection.

lando breaks up the kiss to kiss your neck, leaving love bites in your skin.

"c'mon lando." you say in his ear. "fuck me already." your lips brush against his ear lobe.

lando pushes down his boxers, revealing his hard length. saliva started to pool in your mouth at the thought of him inside of you.

he bunched your nightgown up at your waist, admiring your glistening pussy in the low light.

he inserts a finger into you experimentally, feeling how wet you are.

"lando please." you whine, desperate for more than his finger inside of you.

he lines up his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

"missed this." he groans, thrusting into you.

he settles into a steady rhythm right away, desperate to satisfy you.

his thumb reaches in between you to apply pressure to your clit, making you moan.

you sure weren't bored anymore.

lando hated to admit it to himself, but he knew he'd always go back to you.

there was no one that could compare with you, not even just physically. you were so witty and charming in a way he'd never experienced.

you were like the most addictive drug, he just could quit you.

not that he wanted to. he'd gratefully spend the rest of his life with you if you weren't so illusive. you never wanted to be held down.

maybe in the end, he'd finally get you, until then, he'd spend his time catching up to you, only to have you run off again.

"mmm lando, faster." you whimper. there was no one like lando. you could spend forever trying to find someone to replace him, and still fail.

when they say there are plenty of fish in the sea, maybe there was for other people, but you knew deep down lando was the only fish for you.

"trying not to cum so quick." lando grunts. he could go faster, but he wanted to savour the feeling a bit longer. he wanted to feel you cum around his cock.

the two of you had enjoyed your fair share of quickies, in the club bathroom, right before he had to leave for training, the morning before one of his flights out of nice, the bathroom at an award ceremony.

but when he had you like this, in your bed, on your back, with all of the time in the world, he was going to take his time.

"I'll fuck you faster in the morning." he concedes.

"don't make me wait that long." you stick out your bottom lip.

"need you to cum first." his thrusts are intentional, he hits hard and deep. his thumb presses down in fast tight circles.

"i'm close lando." you mewl. you use your nails to scratch down his back, leaving long red marks.

lando finally picks up his pace and it puts you over, finishing around him.

he now fucks you relentlessly, desperate to reach his own high.

another thrust and he comes undone, finishing inside of you.

you pull him in for a kiss, it's messy and lazy. when lando pulls away, pulling out of you, there's a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

lando pulls up his boxers, putting away his leaky cock.

"don't worry darling, the next time i wake you up, my head will be between your thighs." lando lies down next to you, pulling you into him.

maybe someone better than you would feel bad, but you couldn't have been happier.