#catyaps

Before he met you, never in a million years would Arthur have described himself as a morning person. 

He’d much rather while away useful waking hours snoozing comfortably in his nice warm bed, waking up slowly rather than all at once, burrowing into the soft pillows and duvet and scrolling mindlessly on his phone until well into the morning. Then, when his stomach would inevitably start protesting, he’d haul himself up and trudge into the kitchen, fixing himself something simple and bolting it down before moving on to start his day. 

Since you, his morning had changed in a million tiny ways. 

For starters, he was no longer alone in his wide expanse of the bed. Your body lay next to him, warm and soft and messy with sleep - your cheek pressed into the pillow, hair fluffy from your movements throughout the night, and your mouth shaped into a cute little pout as you dreamed steadily onwards. The doomscrolling had also been replaced by your chest pressed against his, and your quiet whispers as you talked about your dream, something which Arthur regarded as being infinitely more interesting than his For You Page. Even his breakfast was different, too. When you’d arrived and seen the dire state of his kitchen cupboards and fridge, only the bare bones of protein meals knocking around in the drawers, you’d dragged him out to the shop without another word. Arthur swore he’d never seen so much colour in one fridge by the time you were finished unpacking. But, and he would readily admit it, he was healthier and far, far happier. 

So, somewhere along the way, he came to love mornings. He’d prepare for them, doing anything he could to extend the time he could have you wrapped in his arms, soft and sleepy and pliable. He’d fill up the water bottle you always kept by your bedside, arrange your makeup on the bathroom counter just right so you wouldn’t have to spend precious minutes searching for what you needed, and even make your admittedly extremely over complicated iced coffee and store it in the fridge so it was chilled just the way you liked it to have with your breakfast. All so he could spend as long as he liked with you in his arms, your head resting on his bicep and the other tracing shapes on the mattress as you basked in each other’s presence. He loved running his fingers through your hair in the morning, gently working out the knots that had formed overnight, revelling in the feeling of the soft strands on his fingers and the way you hummed happily, nudging your head forward to get him to keep going. 

Today was no different - the sunlight was filtering slowly through your curtains, casting golden squares of light across the expanse of your bedroom and the carpet, lighting up your morning as Arthur slowly blinked awake.

You were still fast asleep, your back turned to him as you snored softly, the sheet bunched up in the dip of your waist. Arthur smiled sleepily, turning over onto his side to better look at you, tucking one arm under his head. You were beautiful like this, he thought - all soft and warm, your face smooth and as yet unbothered by the burdens of the day, that little crease in between your eyebrows gone for once. Your sleep shirt (once his, now entirely yours), slipped off of your shoulder, exposing the elegant curve of your shoulder that rose and fell in time with your breath. The sunlight caught the honeyed strands of your hair as it fanned out over your shoulder, turning them a sweet golden colour that Arthur couldn’t resist reaching out and touching. You murmured slightly in your sleep, wriggling backwards until your back was nearly touching his chest, seeking out his touch even in your sleep. He humoured you, reaching out to gently wrap one arm around your waist and pulling you back to him, laughing quietly as you rustled around before settling back into his embrace with a contented sigh. 

Arthur’s eyes slid closed again, the comforting heat of your body against his lulling him back into sleepiness, and soon he was dropping off again too. It was still early morning, he had time, and so he had no qualms about hugging you tight to him as he drifted off, hands twitching sleepily against your clothed stomach. 

He didn’t remember falling asleep, only waking up. The first thing he noticed was the heat. He was boiling. 

Your bodies were practically glued together, his chin tucked into the space between your shoulder and neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist, your back and his chest pressed flush against one another. Your shirt had ridden up in your sleep, your exposed waist and back sticking to his bare chest as he shifted around. Arthur groaned softly, moving to slide his arm out from underneath your head, flexing his fingers to work some feeling back into them as his gaze fell on your sleeping form once more. 

The second thing he noticed was that he was hard in his boxers. 

The sensitive head of his cock brushed against the fabric of his shorts as he moved back, shocking a gasp out of him. Morning wood wasn’t anything unusual for him, but it was unusual for him to be this hard. Before, when he’d woken up hard, he would slip off quietly to the bathroom or shower if he was alone to take care of it, not wanting to wake you up for something so trivial. A few times, you’d been awake first, and had offered your more than willing hand or mouth to help him out. He liked those mornings best, where he was able to paint your pretty face in his cum before the day had even started. It was one of his guilty pleasures, watching his cum drip down your face onto your lips, or to watch as you swallowed what he gave you with a cheeky smile on your face.

He dithered for a second, eyes darting from the tent in his boxers to your sleeping form and back again. The sight of your exposed waist made him throb harder, one hand snaking down to grip him through the fabric, his head tipping backwards in relief. He continued to palm himself as he looked you over, dragging his eyes from your messy hair down to where you’d now kicked the sheets off, exposing your plush thighs and sleep shorts - a barely-there piece of clothing, Arthur didn’t even know why you bothered wearing them in the first place. They did absolutely nothing to cover your ass, the gusset digging into the crack of your ass from your movements, the little ruffles covering any glimpse he might’ve gotten of your cunt. 

He stroked himself harder now, unable to stop himself. He shoved his fingers into his boxers and took himself into his hand, breath stuttering out as he moved his hand up and down slowly, rubbing his thumb over the tip where he could feel himself steadily leaking precum. Arthur groaned as you flipped onto your stomach, the peaks of your nipples hardening in the exposed air and pressing against your shirt. You were still asleep, mouth parted slightly and brow furrowed as you dreamt. In his state, Arthur briefly considered shoving his cock in between your lips and fucking himself along your slick mouth until he came. He blinked away the vision, though his cock twitched furiously with interest. 

You stirred again, your shirt riding up more and more until it rested just below your tits, the sight making Arthur’s mouth water. Your panties were also just barely visible - they weren’t fancy or the nice lace one he knew you owned, but that somehow made it hotter to him. The soft domesticity of the moment. Of you, here, in his bed, sleeping, looking like that, made him so hard he thought he might pass out. His hand was moving of its own accord, jerking himself roughly as he looked at you. His heart was pounding, blood rushing hotly through his body as he pleasured himself, a twist of shame and guilt curling low in his gut as he thought about what he was doing. Here he was, so hard it hurt, jerking himself off desperately to you who lay blissfully unaware. 

His cock twitched again, and he gripped the base of his cock tightly to stop himself from cumming. He couldn’t. He’d already gone too far, had done the moment his fingers had found their way past the waistband of his boxers. He really had to stop. He really should stop. 

He couldn’t stop. 

Before he could second guess himself and have a moral or existential crisis, Arthur was scooting forwards to close the gap between you, the hand not by your head coming down to push your sleep shorts to the side as he sunk two fingers into you. 

‘Fuck-‘ The whispered curse fell out of his mouth as he pushed inside of you, mouth dropping open in a groan as he felt you already wet for him. You felt like heaven wrapped around his fingers, cunt clenching slightly around the intrusion as he stroked gently against your walls. He crooked his fingers, locating that spot that had you seeing stars with practiced ease. You whimpered, brows furrowing in your sleep, but you didn’t wake. Part of Arthur wanted to see how far he could get with you before you woke up, but a bigger, needier part of him needed you to wake up. He wanted to see your pretty face, wanted to watch the way it contorted with pleasure when you came, wanted to hear that little involuntary whine that caught in your throat when you were close. 

He thrust his fingers more insistently now, needing you to wake up. The soft sounds of your slick filled the space, coating Arthur’s palm as he slid another finger inside you. 

‘Come on, lovey. Wake up f’me.’ He muttered, leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. You whined more insistently now, cunt fluttering around the stretch. But still, you didn’t wake up. Arthur let out a frustrated noise, thrusting his fingers forward harshly. You moaned in your sleep, body twitching away from the intrusion. Arthur quickly pressed a flurry of kisses to your shoulder and the nape of your neck. 

‘Sorry, sorry, baby. That was mean, ‘m sorry. I won’t do it again.’ He murmured. You seemed to settle at that, some part of your subconscious soothed by his apologies. He fucked you slower now, taking time to stretch you out. He wasn’t big by any means, but you’d said before that taking him without any preparation was difficult, so now every time you two had sex, he made sure to take the time to stretch you out. Well, he said it was to get you ready for him, but really it was so he could watch you wriggle and whine, and sometimes if he was lucky, a few tears would slip down your cheeks as you begged for him. He just thought you looked so beautiful when your eyes were all sparkly with tears, he couldn’t help it. 

He continued like this for a while, his thumb joining the rest of his fingers to rub gently at your clit, causing a few sleepy whines to fall from your mouth, but your eyes stayed stubbornly closed. The wet sounds of your cunt sucking his fingers in started to get louder as you leaked steadily onto him, hips shifting involuntarily in time with his fingers as he fucked into you. Arthur angled his hips, thrusting forward experimentally and nearly moaning out loud when the tip of him bumped against your thigh. 

‘God, baby- please- wake up.’ He begged softly, rutting his hips firmer against your leg and gasping at the sensation. But, for all his patience, he wasn’t invincible. His cock was throbbing, the tip nearly purple and the rest an angry red in his desperation. 

Arthur pulled his fingers from you, pausing only for a moment to suck them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Hurriedly, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and tugged your shorts down, moaning at the sight of a string of your slick connecting your cunt and your panties as he pulled them down to your ankles. He slid a hand under your thigh, turning you onto your side and lifting it up slightly as he angled the fat head of him against your hole. You stirred again, a bigger movement this time, and Arthur moaned as he caught on your entrance, the very tip of him slipping into your tight warmth. 

He gripped himself with one hand, guiding himself into you in one smooth thrust, your cunt thoroughly soaked after his ministrations. He moaned into your shoulder as he bottomed out, eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of you around him. You clenched around him, still not fully awake but getting there now as he began to steadily thrust into you, panting softly into your neck as he rut into you with shallow little thrusts. 

‘Fuck, love, feel so good- so good for me- love you so much.’ He said into your skin, reaching around to grab at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm and running his thumb over your nipple before pinching it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You whined, a low, needy sound that had Arthur bucking into you, chasing your intoxicating warmth as you stirred, eyes fluttering quickly as you began to wake up. 

‘Arthur? What-‘ You said, cutting yourself off with a moan as Arthur fucked into you with a particularly deep grind, your back arching to push your ass flush against him. A guttural moan punched out of him, his hand gripping your chest for leverage as he ground his hips into you, cock nudging insistently at your sweet spot and making your head spin as you woke up fully, whimpering slightly at the feeling of waking up stuffed to the brim. 

‘Sorry- lovey, woke up hard- you just looked so pretty-‘ Arthur said through gritted teeth, thrusting into you desperately now as he chased his high, pleasure zipping through his whole body as your cunt sucked him in. You moaned at the sound of his voice, sleep-wrecked and gravelly with arousal, his breath hot on the shell of your ear as he fucked you. You pushed back to meet him as best you could, driving him deeper inside you and making you moan, the hazy pleasure coiling low in your cunt, your clit throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

You were panting now, the heat and humidity of your bodies so close together paired with the ragged pleasure of his cock inside you stealing your breath as you responded.

’’S fine, Arthur. I don’t- don’t mind- fuck- please-‘ You moaned, tipping your head back against his as you grabbed the hand resting on your chest and guided it down to your cunt. Arthur groaned into your hair as he caught on, fingers deftly moving under the waistband of your panties to rub at your clit. You keened when his fingers made contact, the rough pads drawing circles in a delicious friction in time with his thrusts. 

‘God- love you so much- so good for me, letting me do this-‘ Arthur said in between pants, nudging your thigh further up with his knee to give him a better angle to fuck into you deeper. You complied, sliding your leg up so your cunt was more exposed, your panties and shorts stretching around your calves as Arthur moved to fuck you properly. His cock slid in and out of you, easily lubricated by just how soaking wet you were from Arthur’s fingers as well as the whole idea of the situation - your body ran hot at the thought of Arthur waking up so needy for you that he just had to have you when you weren’t even awake, his body craving you and what you could give him. 

The thought had you clenching hard around him, causing Arthur to let out a loud moan, hips bucking forward to meet yours. The sounds of your skin slapping together and the rustle of the sheets filled the room, the rising sun spilling light onto the centre of your bed right where Arthur was fucking into you hard and fast. His cock throbbed insistently now - sweet, heady pleasure coursing through his veins as he pulled you back against him, his hand never stopping its movements on your clit, fingers wet with your slick as he spread it around in tight circles that had your eyes screwing shut and your heart racing. 

‘Ar-Arthur, gonna cum- please-‘ Your breath stuttered as you climbed higher and higher, pleasure turning sweet and sharp as you neared your orgasm. Arthur nodded shakily against your shoulder, thrusts speeding up ever so slightly, but his pace never faltering on your clit. Your breath caught as he fucked into you, fat cock splitting you open and hitting your sweet spot on every thrust and dragging against the sensitive walls of your cunt on every move out. 

‘Yeah, yeah- please, baby- need it-‘ Arthur replied, and you moaned at just how wrecked he sounded. His voice was completely gone, scratchy and raw with need as he rut against you like a dog in heat, chasing his orgasm and the feeling of your velvet cunt stretched around him. 

‘Shit, Arthur-‘ Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your orgasm hit you, the force knocking the wind out of you as you dug your fingernails into his arm and your back bowed, shoving your ass back against him to drive him as deep as possible inside you, his cock filling you completely as you came around him. The pressure was unbelievable - your soft cunt clenching around him, muscles spasming with the force of your orgasm, cunt fluttering around him and locking him in place. Arthur was ruined in seconds. 

‘Fuck- baby, gonna come inside you- ’s that okay? Fuck-‘ He said, desperately hoping you would say yes. He could think of nothing he wanted to do more right now than fill you up and watch his cum drip out of you - if he was lucky, you would let him take a picture, a souvenir for the next time you two were apart. His thrusts became sloppier as he neared his orgasm, and he held his breath, trying to hold off as best he could until you answered him. As needy as he was, the last thing he would ever do would be to disobey you and make you unhappy. 

Arthur wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he found himself thanking every deity he could think of as he watched you nod your head frantically, giving him the go-ahead. 

‘Shit- thank you, baby. So good to me- fuck - thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-‘ He rambled, grabbing at your hips and pulling you harder back into him as he buried himself in you over and over again. He thrust into you one final time, grinding his hips to bury himself to the hilt, as deep inside you as he could possibly get as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed inside you as he came, painting your cunt with his cum. Shocks of overstimulation danced up your spine, but you let Arthur have his fill of you, whimpering slightly as his shallow thrusts moved you up against the bedsheets. 

Eventually, he stopped, breathless now from the force of his orgasm. He stilled, cock still twitching inside you occasionally, and reached up to brush some hair out of your face. 

‘There’s my pretty girl.’ He said. You smiled tiredly, leaning forward to press a messy kiss to his lips. He met you easily, sliding his tongue against your lower lip. You opened up for him, and the two of you exchanged kisses like this for a while as you caught your breath. You moaned slightly at the taste of yourself on Arthur’s tongue, the evidence of his need before you’d woken up sending another bolt of heat through you. Arthur laughed slightly into your mouth as he felt you clench around him. 

‘Give me a minute, lovey. Then we can go again.’ He said. You rolled your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillows. Arthur reached down blindly to grip himself, gently pulling out of you with a groan. You lifted your leg, giving him a full view of your cunt that had begun to slowly leak his cum out onto the sheets below. 

‘God, look at that- so pretty.’ Arthur murmured. You laughed softly, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes were tired, but satisfied, and the open love in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. 

‘Take a picture, Frederick, it’ll last longer.’ You said. The words were barely out of your mouth before Arthur was lunging for his phone on the nightstand, nearly taking his entire charger with him in his haste as he opened his camera. You heard the sound of his shutter once, twice, three times before you lowered your leg, a cramp beginning to crawl up the muscle. Arthur locked his phone, heart pounding in disbelief of his luck as he replaced his phone on the nightstand. 

‘You’re gonna be the death of me one of these days if you keep this up.’ He said, reaching out to grab you by the waist and pulling you back into him once more. You laughed again, turning over and reaching out to trace over the line of his jaw and the freckles dotted across his face. Arthur closed his eyes against the feeling, letting out a contented sigh as you continued to map his face. You hummed noncommittally, shifting closer to him until your knees were touching. 

‘Yeah, well. You like it, freak.’ You teased. Arthur gasped in mock offence, and you let out a shout as he suddenly grabbed you and rolled you onto your back. He swung his leg over to straddle you, his soft cock resting on your lower stomach as he pinned you down. His gaze locked with yours, and your heart stuttered at the heat you found there. He grabbed your legs, pushing them up momentarily before lowering you back down, his cock now nudging again at your still-leaking cunt. You stifled a moan as you felt him harden once more. 

Arthur just smirked down at you as he slowly pushed into you again, chuckling at the way your back arched at the slide of him as he buried himself in you again, your poor cunt twitching with overstimulation. 

In all honesty, you should’ve known you were fucked from the moment James crossed the threshold into your home. 

He’d been out most of the day at the studio, recording something with Matt and Jono, probably testing out one of the many little snippets he’d been working on for the past few months. You’d whiled away your hours at home fairly productively, working through some editing of your own and, because you were such an amazing girlfriend, some of James’ too. Otto had kept you company throughout it all, plonking himself down right next to you and purring loudly in encouragement as you edited. So there you’d stayed for approximately four hours, until you could no longer bear to watch the same clips for any longer and your eyes began to blur from squinting at the time bar. You’d gotten a fair bit done, and you didn’t doubt that James would appreciate it anyway, given his distinct lack of motivation to do anything for his YouTube channel, so you secretly hoped that this gesture would spur him on to actually post something that wasn’t a vague tweet or a TikTok. 

It was around one p.m. that you started to get bored. Which, for you, was historically very dangerous. 

Normally, when you were bored, you’d just go and bother James. He was around more often than not, either strumming something out on his guitar or writing down lyrics in that little notebook you’d gifted him that he carried around everywhere. You’d just waltz in and park yourself right in his eyeline, staring at him until he noticed you. He often joked that he had two cats, citing your behaviour as his evidence. You chose to ignore this particular dig at you, not when it was ultimately very successful. Often your presence was enough to distract him from whatever he was doing, his attention immediately turning to you whenever you were in the same room as him. It was sickeningly polite of him. Most times, you’d just sit there, listening as he talked or explained something that he was doing, or you’d sit in silence, keeping him company while he worked out a chord progression or a lyric that was giving him grief. Sometimes you’d be the one talking, using him as your rubber duck to work past an issue you had going on, or simply just because you needed to rant. James would always listen, fixing that soft brown gaze on you, watching you carefully and responding in all the right places. 

But most often, when you were bored and James was around, it resulted in you climbing into his lap and kissing him until he gave in and fucked you until you were satisfied. It was basically routine now. You’d be in the living room or your room, watching a show or dutifully editing, and suddenly, you couldn’t stand to sit there any longer, your legs itching to move, automatically carrying you to the place you knew would help disperse the restless energy you were now feeling. The door would swing open, and James would catch sight of the look in your eye, and the rest was history. You were pretty sure you’d christened nearly every surface in your house at this point: the kitchen counters, the couch, the shower, James’ office, your bed, the floor of your bedroom, the dining table, to name but a few. If it had a flat surface, chances were it had supported you as you laid on your back with James fucking into you.

On this day, however, your main source of distraction wasn’t present. Which meant you had to get creative. This, you were pretty sure, was the reason you’d ended up where you did. 

You padded into your bedroom, briefly considering just sorting yourself out with one of the many toys you and James kept stashed in your bedside drawer. You mentally flicked through your options quickly, before deciding that none of them were quite what you needed right now. Humming softly to yourself, you drifted over to your dresser, pulling open the top drawer and ghosting your fingers over the clothes. Most of it was stuff that James had bought you, either for birthdays or anniversaries. It wasn’t all lingerie - some of them were band shirts or his own tour merch he’d gifted you, knowing how much you loved to show your support for him out and about. But, for the sake of round numbers, it was mostly lingerie. There was one set in particular that James loved - it was red lace, a pushup bra and matching panties, complete with stockings and a silk slip to finish it all off. He’d bought that one for you for Valentine’s Day just this year, and it had already gotten you fucked four times since then. He just couldn’t resist seeing you in it. 

You let the idea take hold, quickly shedding your clothes and slipping into the set, loving the way the silk felt against your skin as it hugged your curves. You took extra care to pull the stockings on this time, a step you normally skipped when you had other goals in mind given James’ tendency to get a little rough in the heat of the moment. But now, you had all the time in the world as you carefully pulled on the delicate garments, fastening them to the panties with their little clips and everything. You twirled happily, going over to the mirror to look yourself over. Before you could stop yourself, you were reaching to your phone and opening up your camera to snap a few photos. 

Truly, you had only meant to pass the time like this. Taking pictures of yourself to store away for a later date of you in your various little outfits, saving them for when James was away for longer stints. Sometimes, if you were feeling particularly generous, you’d break out your Polaroid camera and take a few photos of yourself before printing them out and hiding them where James wouldn’t find them right away. Inside his guitar case, inside his trouser pickets and the like. It sent a little thrill through you knowing that at any moment of the day you could receive a text detailing exactly what he was feeling, and what he was going to do to you when he got home. It made him going on tour almost bearable. 

After that, the floodgates opened, and soon you were putting on every one of the outfits James had ever bought you, right down to the matching bright pink set he’d bought you as a joke that you’d swore you’d never touch. You let yourself get lost in it, letting time slip through your fingers as you tried on outfit after outfit and taking picture after picture, indulging in your time alone to be as messy and carefree as you wanted. You danced through the flat, stopping by the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine you kept at the bottom of the fridge. It was supposed to be for special occasions, but fuck it. Every day could be a special occasion if you tried hard enough. You looked hot right now, that was enough cause for celebration. 

So your afternoon continued, the wine dwindling steadily as you worked your way through your closet, now having moved on to simply trying on outfits the same way you’d done as a teenager. 

Just as you were attempting to pair a denim miniskirt with a black lace slip (key word, attempting to, as your tipsy fingers couldn’t quite make sense of the zip), your thoughts of girlhood and the passage of time were rather rudely interrupted by your phone chiming, loud and piercing in the soft, luxurious quiet you’d created for yourself. Stumbling over to the dresser where your phone lay and trying not to die tripping over multiple pairs of discarded pants as you went, you snatched up your phone, willing your eyes to focus on the screen. Your heart leaped when you saw James’ name on the screen. It was a text, telling you that he was nearly done and would be heading home soon.

You didn’t even think twice, impulses going fully unchecked in your fuzzy state of mind as you opened the message to reply. Before you could realise the impact of what you were doing, the picture had already sent. Clearly, somewhere in your subconscious, the part of your brain responsible for turning your boredom into horniness most of the time was working perfectly, as you’d chosen somehow the most risqué photo of them all:

You, in that red lace set, the one James loved the most, on your knees in front of the mirror. Your legs were spread wide, hip popped to the side to show off the curve of your ass and the sheer material of the stockings. Your chest was pushed forwards, your tits practically spilling out of your bra as your hand came up to cup one, your other hand holding the phone to take the picture. The expression you’d fixed the camera with was nothing short of wanton - your eyes were wide and heavy, eyeliner smudged from the day and your constant movement, giving you a needy, fucked-out expression. You looked, in no uncertain terms, like a whore. 

And yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad about it.

Across town, in a studio that was beginning to feel far too small, James checked his phone. He was expecting maybe a little update of what you’d been up to throughout the day, a picture of Otto perhaps, maybe a picture of you if he was lucky. He nearly choked on his own spit as he opened the message, quickly lowering the brightness on his phone lest his bandmates catch a glimpse of you. 

The effect on him is immediate, blood rushing south so fast it leaves him breathless. His cock grows heavy in his trousers, twitching and already leaking precum into his boxers at the sight of you. Then, just as he’s managed to close his mouth where his jaw had hung open, another photo came through. Then another, then another, then another. Picture after picture of you in barely-there clothes, each more depraved than the last. Somewhere along the way, that stray hand that had initially been resting fairly chastely on top of your bra had found its way into your panties, the tips of your fingers pressing on your clit as you rocked forward, the photo capturing the moment you found the perfect pressure - your mouth was slightly open, tongue poking out. Your head was thrown back, your hair tumbling down your back and over your shoulders where your tits had fallen out of your bra, one strap slipping down your shoulder. James could just about catch sight of the slick shining on your inner thighs in the light of the camera flash. He couldn’t get out of that studio fast enough.

Which brings you to now.

James had all but kicked the door down when he arrived, stopping only in the living room to say a quick hello to Otto before storming into your bedroom. You yelped slightly at the sudden loud noise as the door flew open, clutching your phone to your chest where you sat curled up in the middle of your bed, surrounded by all your clothes you had yet to clean up. James didn’t even seem to register that they were there as he stalked towards you, eyes never leaving yours once as he came to stand at the foot of the bed. 

You swallowed thickly as he approached, your cunt throbbing in time with your heartbeat as you caught sight of the bulge in his trousers, evidence of what that picture had done to him. The sight made your mouth water. He didn’t waste any time or words, reaching forwards instead and wrapping one big hand around your wrists, tugging you to kneeling on the edge of the bed. His other hand snaked down to his belt, deftly undoing it and tossing it to the side, the leather landing heavily on the bed next to you. 

‘Do you have any idea,’ he said, voice gravelly and a little breathless, his grip never faltering as he held you in place, ‘of what it’s like to think before you act?’

Realising he was waiting for an answer, you shook your head, giving an experimental tug against his hold. This, you quickly realised as James suddenly grabbed you by the waist, was the wrong thing to do. 

He manhandled you like you weighed nothing, expertly flipping you over so your face was in the pillows, hands tucked uncomfortably under your stomach as he straddled your lower thighs. You moaned, shifting as much as you could under his weight while you felt the other start to push down his trousers as he freed himself just enough to lay his cock heavily in the seam of your ass, nestled nicely against the red lace he loved so much. 

‘I leave for six hours at most, and you start whoring yourself around? Drinking wine, prancing ‘round the house in tiny little things like this where anyone walking by could see you?’ He said, shoving you back down to emphasise his point when you lifted your head again, the movement forcing his dripping cock to slide between your ass cheeks, and you shivered at the feeling of him dripping down onto your lower back, staining the delicate silk of the slip you were still wearing. 

‘Clearly, I have to remind you of your manners, darling. Don’t you think so?’ He said, laughing darkly when all he got in response was a garbled noise that sounded more like a moan than any coherent sentence. 

‘Don’t worry, angel, I’ll remind you. And you won’t do it ever again, will you,’ He said, watching as you vigorously shook your head, still struggling against the insistent pain-pleasure of his body pressing into you. ‘No, I know you won’t. That’s my good girl.’ 

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you at the praise, certain that your underwear was soaked through now if the insistent heat of your cunt was anything to go by, James’ weight trapping your clit deliciously between you and the sheets, the rough lace of your panties creating a dizzying friction as James shifted back and forth as he talked, moving so he was sat in between your legs rather than on them. The tip of his cock rested just underneath the gusset of your panties, the thin lace doing nothing to disguise the heat of him as he smeared precum over the material. 

‘Thought I told you to count., didn’t I? Ignore me again and see what happens, hm?’ He said, bringing his face right down to growl against the shell of your ear, sending shivers skittering down your spine as you nodded frantically. James kept a firm hold of the end of the belt as he repeated his motions, making sure to pause in between each slap to listen out for your small, choked whimpers keeping count. You felt your cunt get wetter and wetter with each crack of his palm, each time edging closer to where the lace was barely covering your swollen, drenched core. 

‘Going to do ten, darling. Two for each dirty photo you sent me. Sound fair? Count.’ He said. He didn’t even give you a chance to react or think about what that meant before his palm was cracking down on your ass. You screamed into the sheets, unable to properly move away for your hands being trapped. Not that James would have let you anyway, if the way he grabbed at your wrists, capturing them again in his hands as he reached for his belt. You keened as you felt the leather wrap around your wrists as he deftly fed it through the buckle and back again, tugging sharply so you lifted a few inches off the bed. 

‘Te-ten!’ You sobbed out, bucking wildly against the searing pain spreading across your ass and thighs, the belt around your wrists pulling tight as you moved, hips grinding forwards involuntarily to rut against the bedsheets, the slick sounds of your folds filling the space between you as James admired his handiwork. Your ass was a beautiful shiny red, hot to the touch and trembling beautifully as you fucked into the sheets. From where he was sat, he could see a wet spot just beneath your cunt, growing with each of your frantic thrusts. 

‘Good girl. Yeah, did so well for me.’ James cooed, leaning forward again to press a kiss to each of your shoulders, the hand not holding onto the belt coming up to pull your panties to the side, shuffling forward to press the blunt head of his cock against your dripping folds. A moan punched out of him at the feel of your heat against him, your slick coating him in a layer that shimmered in the light of your bedroom. 

‘God, you’re absolutely fucking soaked, darling. You been like this all day?’ He said, pulling on the belt to lift you up from the bed, easily supporting your weight as you nodded dumbly, eyes wide and unfocused. 

‘Mhm. Need- needed you so bad today. ’S why I- why I sent you the photos. I missed you.’ You mumbled, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. James tutted, tilting his head forward to press a messy kiss to the corner of your mouth, tongue darting out to catch the tears that spilled over your cheeks, mascara tracking muddy lines down the red skin. He groaned at the taste of you, fucking his hips forward again to bump his cock against your swollen clit, both of you moaning as a hot burst of pleasure exploded from the contact. 

‘Oh, my poor girl, I’m sorry.’ James conceded, finally reaching down to grip himself and push into you, his muscles flexing desperately as he tried to control himself from fucking into you with all his strength. Your cunt clenched around him, creamy walls sucking him in as he slid into you with obscene ease, your wetness making it easy for him to bury himself deep inside you. When he finally bottomed out, a groan broke free of him, heavy with relief and pent-up feelings that had been building ever since you sent that first picture. 

‘Fuck- please. James- James, please. Need you.’ You babbled, head hanging forward as your eyes rolled back into your head. The fat head of him nudged against your sweet spot as he drew his hips back until he was nearly pulling out of you, before thrusting back in, every ridge and vein of him pressing against your sensitive walls, the tip nearly kissing your cervix as he shoved himself as deep inside you as he could possibly go. 

‘I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.’ James murmured, grinding his hips in a filthy rhythm that forced a guttural moan out of you, both of you chasing the sticky pleasure of where your bodies connected as you fucked against each other wildly, your soaking cunt squelching obscenely in time with his heavy thrusts. Your arms were numb, wrists hanging limply in your restraints as James kept a firm hold on you. Your tits bounced sharply with each piston of his hips, the rough lace of your bra rubbing your sensitive nipples raw as James drove into you, burying himself to the hilt over and over, hot pleasure radiating in waves from your cunt. James shifted his hips to fuck into you deeper, and you all but screamed as he pressed more insistently at that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars, his heavy balls slapping harshly against your clit with each move of his hip forward, the mixture of sensations and the sheer heat and want coursing through your body sending you spiralling towards your orgasm. 

You pitched forward, unable to take it anymore, slumping forward only to be held up by James’ grip on the belt holding your wrists together. 

‘Ah, ah, baby. Where d’you think you’re going?’ James reprimanded, quickly wrapping an arm around you and yanking you back against his chest. You moaned as you felt the sore skin of your ass against the rough fabric of his jeans, the new angle shoving him somehow even deeper inside you, sending stars popping behind your eyelids. Your head lolled downards, and you moaned openly as you caught sight of his bicep straining against the fabric of his t-shirt. The sleeve was rolled up just enough to expose a tantalising sliver of it, but still keeping enough of it hidden from you that you whined in desperation, fucking yourself back on James’ cock as your focused zeroed in on that slip of muscle. 

Like the annoyingly good boyfriend he was, James caught the distress in your tone, something that others may have mistaken simply for a signal of your sheer pleasure. 

‘What, what, darling? What do you need?’ He asked, voice honeyed and dripping with a condescension that made your cunt clench around him in a way that you really didn’t want to think about the implications of right now. 

‘You- you- please.’ Was all you could get out, well and truly fucked dumb by this point. Your hands strained against your bindings, reaching for his arm. James followed your gaze, letting out a huff of disbelief as he realised what you were so desperate for. 

In the past, you’d made your appreciation for James’ size very clear. Every time he came back from the gym, you would no doubt be sat on the couch ready to shamelessly ogle him as he made his way to the kitchen, seeking out the ice-cold water bottle you always prepared for him for when he got back. 

You loved sitting in his lap, tucking yourself under his chin as he easily held you to him, your hand nearly always falling to trace idle shapes on his bicep that ultimately turned into you feeling him up, running your fingers over the hard muscle you found there. He was, as accurately described by Will, a ‘six foot five monster of a human’, and you loved it. More times than you cared to admit, you’d been caught staring at his hands, wondering how well they’d fit around your throat. (Very easily, it turned out, as you’d figured out one night when your curiosity had got the better of you. His hand fit snugly around the expanse of your throat, thumb and forefinger resting nicely in the dip behind your ear.)

James was also well aware of your fascination with his biceps. You hadn’t exactly been discreet about it. The amount of TikTok trends you asked him to do that involved him flexing had been his first clue, and it had all been downhill from there. Which is why he was so easily able to figure out what it is you were pining for as he fucked into you like a man possessed. 

‘Oh, my sweet girl. I’ve got you, don’t worry, darling.’ He said, slowly dragging his arm up until he was able to wind his arm around your neck, hand coming up to rest on your opposite shoulder. Your pulse rabbited against his bicep, throat clenching and veins twitching under the pressure, yet you made no move to free yourself. James squeezed slightly, a weak moan bubbling up out of your throat in response as he pulled you back into his chest as he locked you tighter into the headlock. 

‘Fuck-‘ You gasped, cunt fluttering around James’ cock. The lack of oxygen was exhilarating, every feeling and sensation heightened as James continued to fuck into you, leaning down to murmur filth into your ear, not that you heard any of it. Your head spun, the rough drag of James’ cock against your cunt overwhelming, the feeling of him punching in and out of you filling your whole body as you jerked with each thrust. 

‘Yeah? ’S that what you wanted, angel?’ He asked, voice breathless and broken now as he started to lose composure, the divine heat of your wet cunt around him sending him closer and closer to the edge as his thrusts became sloppier. As did his bicep, which was steadily being coated in a layer of your drool and spit as your mouth hung open as he fucked into you. You nodded, though the movement was barely that, a quick jerk of your head up and down before your head stayed resting on the bulge of muscle holding you in place. 

‘Come on, darling, you know you want to. It’s okay, I’ve got you.’ He rasped, locking his arm tighter around your neck, his bicep inching closer to your mouth. You whined, squirming slightly, breaths coming out in desperate pants now. You obeyed his silent command, lowering your mouth to lave your tongue over his bicep, groaning at the taste of his salty skin, slick with sweat from the exertion. James groaned in satisfaction, watching the way you worked your tongue over him like a dog with its toy. A sudden flare of pain flashed through him as you sunk your teeth into him, his cock jerking inside you and causing you both to moan out. 

‘Gonna cum? Yeah? I’ll get you there, love, don’t worry.’ He said, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of your face, laughing as you moaned weakly, bound hands tugging at the belt still wrapped around them. He shifted his hips again, nudging your legs apart with his knee to drive into you again. You screamed, a high, choked off sound against the arm wrapped around you. 

‘Fuck- just like that, James- please- please- gonna-‘ You whined, fists clenching and grabbing at his shirt for purpose as your voice broke, eyes slamming shut as James battered your sweet spot, the harsh pleasure combined with having one of your biggest fantasies come to life sending you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that dragged a scream out of you, grating your throat raw as you rode out your high. You fucked back against James harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the whole room as you used him, wanting him to get there too and feel as good as you. 

‘Nearly there, darling- just a- bit- fuck, oh my God-‘ James moaned, driving his hips forward with one brutal thrust as he came, spilling deep inside you, muscles spasming as he coated your insides with load after load, filling you to the brim as you milked him. 

For what seemed like an eternity, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breaths, and the steady sound of your combined cum and slick dripping onto the bedsheets below you. James head knocked against your shoulder, pressing idle kisses there as he came down from his high. Your body was limp against his hold, the fight in you gone entirely as you trusted him completely to hold you upright. 

Your whine brought him out of his haze, and he loosened the arm around your neck immediately. You sucked in a huge breath immediately, the feeling of air rushing into your lungs almost as good as the orgasm you were still feeling the aftershocks of, your cunt pulsing weakly around James’ cock as little shocks of pleasure danced across your sensitive clit. You realised, with hazy surprise, that you’d come untouched. Laughing weakly, you tipped your head back to rest against James’, burying your nose in the damp hair. 

’Oh, shit, let me-‘ James said suddenly, pulling back and grasping blindly until he managed to get a hold of the belt. He undid it as quickly as he could, gently guiding your arms back to their proper place once you were free, massaging the feeling back into them as you groaned. 

‘Thanks.’ You rasped. James just laughed, carefully guiding you to lie down, sucking in a breath as he slipped out of you, the humid air of your bedroom a stark change from the creamy heat of your cunt. 

‘Sorry, love. Forgot about the belt. Got a bit carried away, there. Sorry if I hurt you.’ He muttered, coming to lie down next to you, brushing some hair out of your face. You just smiled, shaking your head.

‘Mm-mm. ‘M all good.’ You said, reaching out and clumsily patting his cheek. He laughed again, pressing a kiss to your palm. You giggled softly, smushing your hand into his face. You lay like that for a while, breath mingling in the small space between you, calming your racing hearts. You could already feel the beginning of an ache seeping into your arms and neck, not to mention the dull sting of your ass where James had struck. That was a problem for later, you decided as James gently turned you around so your back was to his chest once more, tucking you against him as he kissed your temple softly. 

‘Love you, angel. Even if you made a big mess of our room.’ He mumbled. You laughed weakly, elbowing him, though there was no real fire behind it. James just pulled you impossibly closer, and your heart skipped a beat when you felt an arm come up to wrap around your waist again, gaze still magnetically drawn to those fucking muscles of his. 

Your head thumps back onto the expensive hotel sheets as Will all but throws you onto the bed. The impact forces a small giggle out of you, more at yourself than at him. Will just lifts his head to look at you, the corner of his mouth lifting in a tiny smile as he pushes you until you’re further onto the bed, with only your legs hanging off. 

‘Don’t laugh, darling. I can still take that back, you know.’ He says, nodding his head towards your hand, which is now pre-emptively balling up the sheets under your fingers. You follow his gaze until it lands on your ring, the one he gave you not an hour ago. It sparkles in the light of the hotel room, showing off each edge and sleek cut of the diamond so painstakingly set into the band. The weight of it is solid, as yet unfamiliar as you wiggle your fingers, marvelling at the way it shimmers and sends beads of light onto the ceiling. You draw your hand up to tuck it protectively against your chest, shaking your head. 

‘You wouldn’t dare.’ You reply, and Will huffs out a laugh at the teasing edge in your voice. You’re right, and he knows it. He wouldn’t dream of taking it away from you, not now. Not when you’ve only just promised to be his forever. 

In lieu of a response, Will dropped to his knees in front of you, hands automatically going to your feet to undo your shoes. His fingers were warm against your ankle as he carefully undid the straps before sliding off the heel and placing it neatly by the end of the bed. He did the same with the other shoe, giving your feet a quick squeeze to relieve the tension you’d been building in them over the last few hours as he did so. You rest your head against the sheets, looking up at the ceiling above you, a dazed smile on your face as Will took care of you. 

‘Well, aren’t you a gentleman.’ You teased, propping yourself up once again. Will just smiled up at you, not even blinking as he unashamedly reached under your dress to thumb at the flimsy lace of your panties. Your cheeks flamed as his gaze turned dark, his fingers pressing more insistently into your hips now, just barely curving over the hem of the fabric. He seemed almost hesitant, glancing up at you and back down at where his hands rested warm under your dress. Waiting, you realised. Waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. A bolt of heat rushed through you at that, settling nice and quickly at your core and adding to the slick you’d already accumulated there throughout the numerous kisses and touches you’d exchanged during his proposal and your subsequent dinner. 

You nodded silently, lifting your hips to allow him to drag your panties down to your ankles. His breath caught as you were left bare under your dress, clearing his throat against the sudden dryness he found there. You smiled, looking down at your fiancé. 

‘Mm, proper gentleman, me.’ He said, suddenly remembering his voice, tossing your panties to the side and scooting forward on his knees to get a better look at you. You watched him as he nudged your legs apart a fraction more, gaze falling heavy and already lust-blown on your cunt, still partially hidden under your dress. 

‘Fuck me, darling. So gorgeous. I’m so lucky.’ This last part rumbled out of him, almost as an afterthought as he ran his hands up and down your calves. Your throat tightened with affection, and you reached out one hand to run it through his hair, cradling his cheek. Will responded to your touch instantly, leaning into your palm and resting his cheek on your knee, looking up at you with wide eyes. You stroked his hair for a minute longer, just looking into his eyes. It wasn’t long until he broke though, your fiancé never one to be patient about anything. 

He turned his cheek and pressed a kiss to your knee, his stubble sending shivers down your spine as it scraped gently over the sensitive skin. He did it again, until he was pressing a hot trail of kisses up your thighs, tongue occasionally darting out to taste you with a barely stifled groan. Your stomach muscles trembled as he mouthed closer and closer to where you wanted him, nose nudging the soft folds of your cunt, just millimetres away from where you needed him most. 

‘Will- please.’ You said, voice breaking slightly as you pleaded with your fiancé. Will huffed, drawing back for a second, smirk only growing wider at the soft, needy noise that escaped you. 

‘Don’t beg, darling. You’re going to be my wife, so none of that. I’ll give you anything you ask for, but you just need to ask, okay? Use your words like a big girl, come on.’ He said, leaning forward and stopping just shy of your cunt. All he’d need to do was stick out his tongue or tilt his head down, and he’d make perfect contact with your aching clit. But no, he stayed torturously still, breath fanning over your heated, dripping core. 

‘Will, please- please- need your mouth.’ You whispered, desperation and shame thrumming through you as he inched closer. 

‘Need me t’do what with my mouth, love? Have to be specific.’ He said, voice rumbling out of his chest and dancing across your sensitive flesh as he spoke. You whined, bucking your hips forward in the hopes he got the message. He didn’t seem happy with that - his hands came up, big and rough, and pressed your hips firmly down into the mattress with a grunt. You weren’t going anywhere, it seemed, not until you gave him what he wanted. 

He wasn’t going to give up without a fight, that much was clear. You looked down at him, on his knees in front of you, entirely subservient yet somehow in control. He was a sight to behold - knees spread wide to accommodate the growing tent in his pants, eyes wide and predatory as they roved over you, a pretty pink blush spread over his cheeks, and his hands sitting far too chastely on your thighs. Those same hands that had oh so gently placed the ring now weighing down your left hand on your finger, that same mouth that had spoken a proposal so beautiful you’d almost ruined your makeup, now poised just shy of your ruin. Your resolve crumbled. 

‘Want you- want you to make me come, please. Please- Will.’ You finally muttered.

You could’ve sworn you felt him laugh. 

Any smart retort you would’ve said at his obvious amusement was cut short as he finally closed the distance and sealed his lips around your clit. A loud moan ripped from your throat, hips thrusting forwards instinctively to chase the pleasure. Will practically growled at your taste, pushing you back down into the mattress as he gripped your hips tighter now, pulling you towards him to lick into you deeper. 

He was everywhere. A few firm laps at your clit to send you spiralling, before obscenely sucking at your steadily leaking hole, drinking you in like he was starving. He ran his tongue obsessively up and down the seam of you, nose nudging at your clit every time he did so. You writhed under his touch, both hands coming up into his hair to push him down into you as you chased your high. 

‘Fuck- Will- right there, please-‘ You gasped out, clutching at his head, thighs squeezing probably too hard (though he barely seemed to notice as he ate you out like a man possessed). He doubled down, sucking hard on your clit and drawing inane patterns with the tip of his tongue that drove you crazy. He barely surfaced for breath before he was back down, licking and sucking and tasting and teasing every inch of your now completely soaked cunt like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Will shifted somehow closer, dragging your cunt flush to him until there wasn’t a single inch of space between the two of you, tilting his head slightly to better fuck his tongue into you. 

You cried out, back arching off the bed as your orgasm barrelled towards you, hips grinding into his face with fervour now. Will reached up blindly, clawing at your dress until it was pulled down enough that he could grope your tits, palming the soft flesh as he sucked on your clit so hard you saw stars. The sensitive peak of your nipple rubbed against his rough palms, sending shocks of pleasure through you. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingertips. You were letting out a constant stream of moans now, unable to stop under the onslaught of your fiancé’s tongue. 

‘Shit- Will, gonna come- please-‘ You stuttered out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came. Sparks popped behind your eyelids as you came the hardest you ever had, your entire body locking and your mouth dropping open with the sheer force of the orgasm. Will didn’t stop, sucking and licking at your sensitive cunt until you were trembling with overstimulation. 

You were pretty sure you blacked out for a second, waves of pleasure washing over you as you faintly felt the sensation of being moved backwards. You heard the distant rustle of clothing and a gentle hand pushing your legs further apart before suddenly, you were full - a hot, insistent pressure in your lower gut stuffing you to the brim.

You gasped, a stinging mixture of pain-pleasure bursting through your body as your back went ramrod straight. 

‘Fuck! Will- what-‘ You sobbed, hazy vision now coming into focus to see your fiancé above you, thrusting wildly into your drenched cunt. The blunt head of him nudged perfectly against your sweet spot, the harsh pleasure sending your nerves haywire as you bucked and squirmed under him. 

‘Sorry, darling. Just had to- had to get inside you- fuck. Gonna fill you up- gonna look so pretty one day, all full of me- shit- gonna be the best mother one day, I just know it-‘ He rambled, scrambling to grab your thigh and push it to your chest to fuck somehow deeper into you. You keened, spurred on by his words, so different to the future he’d promised you mere hours ago - his words now filthy and so, so earnest as he fucked into you with reckless abandon, as if he could will his words into existence through sheer brute force as he pounded into you. 

‘Fuck, Will- yes, please- want you to fill me up-‘ You egged him on, now eagerly rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, one hand coming up to wrap around his neck to hold you up while the other cradled his cheek. You didn’t miss the way his eyes snagged on your engagement ring, the diamond sparkling in the low light of the hotel room. He turned his head slightly, never once stopping his thrusts as he pressed a kiss to your palm, then each of your fingers, sloppily taking the tips of them into his mouth. An idea came to your mind, and you pushed your fingers forward experimentally. Will groaned, accepting them willingly. 

You slid your ring and middle finger into his mouth, stopping just when the shiny silver of your ring met his plush lips. If anything, Will fucked you harder, whining and moaning around your fingers, sucking them and running his tongue over them like he had a cock in his mouth. 

‘Fuck, such a good boy, Will- such a good fiancé, couldn’t ask for anyone better-‘ You said, breathing heavily. That was Will’s undoing - that simple, honest statement, the affirmation that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.  

With a muffled shout around your fingers, Will buried himself impossibly deep inside you as his orgasm crashed over him. He throbbed insistently inside you as he spilled into you, jaw clenching and very nearly biting down on your fingers had you not had the foresight to remove them as soon as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Despite himself, he continued to rock forwards, seemingly unable to stop himself from chasing the heat and velvet feel of you. 

Your second orgasm was gentler, though nonetheless intense. Will fucked you through it, desperately grinding his hips forwards and sucking on the digits in his mouth, drool starting to spill out the corners of his mouth. 

Eventually, though, the subtle pleasure began to bleed into a raw sensitivity, and you gently laid a hand on Will’s shoulder, reluctantly pulling your spit-soaked fingers out his mouth. 

‘Will, love- hurts-‘ You said. That word seemed to snap him out of his daze, as he pulled out instantly, apologies tumbling from his mouth as he wiped it with the back of his hand. He tucked himself back into his trousers and set about cleaning you up, replacing your ruined panties safely on your hips and tugging your dress down to once again protect your modesty, reaching up to quickly tuck your exposed tits back into your (frankly ludicrously expensive) bra. You smiled up at him, distinctly aware of the slow trail of cum slowly oozing out of you and collecting in your underwear. You paid it no mind, instead tilting your hips up to stop it from leaking. 

Will furrowed his brow. ‘What’re you doing? You look daft doing that.’ 

You grinned. ‘Just making sure I don’t lose any. Gotta make sure it sticks, right?’ 

Will’s eyes fluttered closed with a hefty sigh. ‘Jesus, woman. Not even married yet and you’re already trying to kill me.’ He said. You laughed, wiggling your toes at him. He whipped you with the towel he was holding, causing you to yelp and gasp in mock-offence. 

‘William! That is no way to treat the future mother of your children.’ You said, though your cheeks hurt from smiling. He huffed out a laugh, tossing the towel aside and coming to lie down next to you on the bed, unashamedly smacking your ass as he did so. 

You’d known this moment was coming from the moment you’d said I do.

Will’s hands were gentle as he helped you into your room, holding your skirts up carefully so you didn’t trip. He’d insisted on coming back home after the reception, wanting to properly celebrate your marriage in the place where there was absolutely no chance of distraction. He’d insisted on carrying you across the threshold into your house as you entered for the first time as a married couple, strong arms holding you tight as you entered into the next chapter of your life - together, as always. 

You barely had time to catch your breath in between the hot, insistent kisses he pressed against your mouth, as if he couldn’t bear to spend even a second away from you. His teeth dug into your bottom lip in sharp little nips that had you gasping as his hands ran boldly up and down your waist, fumbling with the zipper of your dress. 

‘This fuckin’ thing- looks gorgeous, but fuck- if I don’t get you out of this in the next five seconds I’m gonna lose it.’ He muttered against your lips, brows furrowing. You laughed breathlessly, reaching around to help him. The zip slid smoothly downwards, your dress falling to the floor with a whisper until you were left nearly nude in front of your husband. He disconnected your lips for a moment to take in what you were left in, and you could practically see the moment all restraint dissolved in him as he took in what you’d been wearing under your dress the entire day. His eyes went wide, cock stirring to life in his dress trousers as his gaze travelled down your body. 

You’d picked out this set specially - white, of course, to match your dress - the lace so delicate it left basically nothing to the imagination where it covered your tits, pushing them together ever so slightly to create a fullness that had Will’s head spinning, especially as he caught sight of your matching panties. The white lace hugged the curve of your hips and ass, showing off the perfect pink of your cunt, the material all but see through from your arousal as you stood in front of him. And, to complete his ruin, the garter wrapped around your thigh. 

Like he couldn’t help himself, he drifted forwards until his hands came to rest on your waist, thumbs just barely ghosting over the lace edge of your panties. The cold metal of his wedding ring pressed against your heated skin, causing your breath to hitch as your husband lifted his head to meet your gaze. 

‘You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. God-’ He whispered, voice low and reverent, cutting himself off with a breathy sigh as he ran his hands slowly up your body. You let out a slow breath as his hands came up to your tits, thumbs brushing gently over the hardening peaks of your nipples. Will’s hands trembled slightly as they ran over your collarbone and shoulders until they came up to cup your jaw. You raised your eyebrows slightly, prompting him to finish what he’d swallowed down. He let out a shaky breath, his thumbs brushing gently over the apples of your cheeks. 

‘I want to fucking ruin you.’ 

A hot pulse of need shot through you at the words, his voice gravelly and thick with arousal, pupils blown and fixed entirely on you. Your stomach fluttered, heart doing a flip in your chest as you squeezed your thighs together. Your hands came up to rest on his wrists, holding him loosely as you replied. 

‘So do it, then. I’m yours, Will.’ You breathed. Will’s eyes fluttered shut, head tipping forward to rest his forehead against yours. You backed up slowly until you could lie down on the bed, keeping a firm hold on your husband to pull him down on top of you. 

‘Jesus- fuck. You’d better mean that, because I can’t promise I’ll be gentle with you.’ He muttered, lifting his head and beginning a slow line up the curve of your stomach and above your tits, occasionally licking a hot stripe over the skin or sinking in his teeth in sharp little nips that had you whining breathlessly. Your chest heaved under the assault of his mouth, especially as he moved on to your lace-clad tits, sliding the straps down your shoulders until they came free of the garment. 

‘I mean it. I remember what you said- fuck- when we got engaged. You told me to wait for our wedding night. I’m ready, Will. I want you.’ You said through moans as he massaged your tits, teeth digging into the soft flesh as he took a nipple into his mouth. Your hand came up to tangle in his hair, nails scratching lightly over his scalp as you held him steady. Will groaned into you at the memory of that night, humming his assent at the promise he’d given you all those months ago. 

Almost as soon as you’d given your consent, Will was kissing insistently down your body until he reached the edge of your panties. You nodded, lifting your hips up to encourage him. You were expecting him to reach up to slide them off like he’d done before, maybe stuff them into his pocket for later like he’d done a few times in your relationship. What you were not expecting was for your husband to take the lace in between his teeth and start to drag it down your legs. His teeth scraped gently against your legs as he made his way down, the slight pain sending sparks of pleasure through your body. 

The sight forced a moan out of you as he lowered himself onto his knees before you, dropping the lace and pulling it fully off before he was settling in between your legs. His hands rest on your upper thighs, wedding ring glinting in the light of the moon that poured through the window. 

The sight in front of you was familiar as he surged forward, dragging his tongue along the seam of you, collecting your slick before spreading it around your clit in a messy circle. Your hands gripped the pillows beneath you, hips canting up to grind against his face, a moan bubbling up out of you as his nose nudged your clit. He didn’t waste any time, his tongue dipping shamelessly into your hole and fucking quickly in and out of you as he feasted on you, pressing forward to lick into you deeper. He was messy with spit and slick as he made out with your cunt, your wetness spreading across his stubble and dripping down onto the sheets below as he wrapped his hands around your thighs to hold you to him as he began to move his head up and down. 

His eyes slid shut, and you groaned at the sight of him blissed out between your thighs. Will was fairly certain that he could spend every hour of the day in between your thighs, just lapping at you and tasting you on his tongue. He wouldn’t even have to make you cum, content to just play with your cunt for hours on end, fucking his fingers in and out of you and seeing how many you could take, or teasing you with slow, controlled licks to your sensitive clit until you were crying beneath him. 

It didn’t take much to bring you to the edge, not when Will was feasting on you like you were water in the desert. His tongue flicked insistently against your throbbing clit, drawing tight circles on the flesh before trailing down to suck at your soaked hole. Your hands gripped the headboard, the wood groaning under your grip as your hips ground against his face, thighs clenching tight around his head as you came with a broken curse. Will licked you through it, not wanting to let any go to waste as he cleaned you up until you were whining, legs twitching with overstimulation. 

He pulled back reluctantly, settling back on his haunches as he gazed up at you. His chin and mouth glistened with your slick, and your gaze travelled down to where you could still see your garter clutched resolutely in his hand, the lace stark white against the flushed skin. 

You could almost see the cogs in his head turning as he slowly palmed the elastic. 

He stood suddenly, lace clutched tight in his hands as he stepped between your spread legs. You watched as he reached for your hands, gathering both of your wrists in his large hand as he wrapped the elastic around them, effectively binding them together. You whimpered slightly as he pressed a kiss to them before letting them drop back onto the bed. 

‘Above your head f’me, pet. Keep them there.’ He murmured softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. When you hesitated, he just raised an eyebrow at you, keeping eye contact as he undid his cufflinks and started to roll up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. You swallowed thickly, raising your bound hands above your head and gripping onto the pillow behind you. 

‘Good girl. Now, I have a surprise for you, d’you wanna see?’ He asked, switching to roll up the other sleeve. Your mouth watered at the sight of his exposed forearms, the veins in his hands standing out in the low light and accentuated by the ring on his left hand in a way that had your thighs twitching, desperate to clench together to give you the friction you so desperately craved. You nodded slowly, blinking owlishly in the dim. light as Will crossed over to the other side of the room. He opened up the wardrobe, retrieving a small box from the top shelf before returning back to the foot of the bed. You watched as he opened the box, a sleek, black thing, and pulled out a little gift bag. He held this up for you so you could see it, turning it this way and that. 

‘Any guesses?’ He asked. You tilted your head, thinking for a moment before shaking your head. Will huffed out a laugh, coming to kneel between your legs on the edge of the bed. He reached into the bag and pulled something out, your heat stuttering in your chest when you saw what it was. 

A vibrator. 

A small, bullet-type little thing in your favourite colour, an array of buttons lining the top. Your cunt clenched around nothing, leaking and desperate to try it. 

‘I wanted to save this for a special occasion. Now seems as good a time as any, right?’ Will mused, bringing his hands down to rest on your waist. Your muscles twitched at the unfamiliar weight of the vibrator, hips shifting instinctively to guide it to where you knew you wanted it. Will pressed your hips back down into the mattress, pinning you so you couldn’t move. 

‘Ah, ah. None of that. Be good for me, yeah?’ Will said, clicking his tongue at your disobedience. You wet your lips, mouth suddenly very dry at his lilting tone. You kept as still as he could as he traced the toy over your hipbones and the sensitive skin of your lower stomach. You moaned in surprise when he suddenly turned it on, the powerful vibrations rippling through your body. He watched your every move as he dragged it up your body, taking note of the way your muscles twitched with restraint as he dragged it across your sternum and up between your tits. 

Your breath trembled as he dragged the toy across your chest, circling your nipples gently before pressing down. Your back arched off the bed as you instinctively chased the sensation, sweet pleasure coursing through your body as the vibrations shuddered through you. Will just smiled, increasing the intensity and watching as your mouth dropped open as you squirmed helplessly. He moved to the other side, repeating the same action and marvelling at the way you fought so hard to keep your hands where they were, even in your lust-addled state obedient to him. 

‘Good?’ He asked, even though he already knew the answer. You nodded quickly, gazing up at him from where you lay on the bed. Will’s cock twitched at how fucked out you already looked, your eyes wide and glassy with pleasure as your breath came in quick little pants as he held the vibrator on your chest. 

’So pretty for me, darling. Can’t believe you’re all mine.’ He said, dragging the toy down your body until it rested just above where you needed him the most. A whine slipped from your throat as you felt the vibrations near your aching clit, the force of them enough to send waves of pleasure through your body even without direct contact. 

’That’s right, yeah? All mine?’ He asked, dragging the vibrator closer to your clit, the tip of it just barely ghosting over the top of your drenched slit. A broken moan escaped you as you nodded again, hands fisting in the sheets in an attempt to stop yourself from reaching down and grabbing the damn thing yourself to finally give you the pleasure you were craving. 

‘Answer me, or I stop.’ He said, voice suddenly hard and unforgiving as he reached up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. His blue eyes were stormy, but the blown pupils and slightly parted lips gave away just how much he was enjoying this. 

‘Yes, all yours Will. Always- fuck-’ Your breathless words were cut off suddenly as Will moved, pressing the vibrator directly onto your clit, causing a loud moan to punch out of you as intense pleasure flooded your entire body. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sheer intensity of the feeling, the toy pounding against your sensitive cunt with no mercy as Will pressed it into you. You could feel yourself steadily leaking onto the sheets below you, your soaked cunt squelching obscenely as Will drew the toy up and down your slit, the vibrations shuddering throughout your entire body. 

‘Fuck, look at you. Already ruined, and I’ve barely even touched you.’ Will said, one hand drifting down to palm himself through his trousers as he watched you go completely boneless. Your knuckles were white where you were gripping the pillow, hands still bound together with the garter, the elastic digging into the delicate skin. Your hair floated out of its updo in wisps, sticking to your forehead as sweat beaded at your hairline from the exertion. He drew his gaze along the exposed column of your throat that bobbed with every shaking swallow you tried against the saliva collecting in your mouth that occasionally dripped down your chin. He palmed himself more roughly now, gripping the shape of him through the material of his dress pants, internally cursing himself for choosing to wear the damned things.

You’d insisted that he had, and who was he to deny you anything on your special day? Getting dressed without you had been torture - not being able to see your soft form as you pottered around the room to pick out the clothes you wanted, not being able to press a kiss to your shoulder as he passed you in the bathroom. Not being able to do any of the things he loved, all for you. Now he had you forever - forever his to spread out on the bed, forever his to cherish and love, forever his to fuck full of his cum and watch grow as you carried his children. 

The thought sent a bolt of heat through him, and he gripped himself roughly, the harsh pleasure sending him reeling. He moved the toy in circles, drawing circles on your clit in time with his fist as he stroked himself through his trousers. Your thighs began to tremble as you neared your orgasm, stomach muscles convulsing as you fought against the onslaught of pleasure. Will slid the toy down your dripping slit, fucking the tip of it into your cunt and watching as your hips canted up to meet him with desperate little thrusts, urging the thing deeper inside you. He smirked to himself, teasing it around the edge of your hole as you whined mournfully, the sound sending a hot flush of pleasure directly to his cock. 

‘Will- please- Need you.’ You gasped out, frantically wriggling your hips in a desperate attempt to get him to slide the toy deeper inside you, to feel those delicious vibrations against that spot inside you, to scratch the itch that had been slowly building ever since you’d walked out of that church hand in hand. Will just tutted at you, and before you could blink, his hand came cracking down on your thigh. A searing pain spread across the skin in an instant, causing you to yelp and instinctively move away from the sensation. A rough palm on your hip gave you a silent warning as he tugged you back into place, your husband’s eyes stormy now as he fixed you with a glare. 

‘What did I tell you before, darling? No begging. You’re my wife now, so if you want me, all you need to do is ask.’ He said through gritted teeth, pressing the vibrator more harshly against your clit, and pouring cruelly as you struggled to get any words out. 

‘’M sorry, ‘m sorry. Please- please just fuck me. Need you so bad, please- fuck-’ You said through moans, especially as your eyes dropped to where he was palming himself steadily over his trousers. You longed to reach down and take him into your hand and stroke over him until he was a moaning mess, but you kept your word and your hands stayed resolutely where they were, fisted in the sheets of your shared bed. 

‘Hm, greedy thing. ’S this not enough for you? You want my cock too?” He asked, the hand that had been working himself coming up to undo his belt, deftly working the buckle and drawing the leather out in a gesture that made your cunt throb embarrassingly hard. You shook your head, feeling tears beginning to form on your waterline as your cunt desperately clenched down on nothing, the emptiness too much and not enough at the same time. 

‘Yes, yes- please. Need you so bad.’ You said, and Will’s breath punched out of him at the edge of a sob that he caught in your tone, his eyes flicking to your face. Heat rolled through him as he caught sight of the fat tears that were now rolling down your cheeks, tracking lines over your flushed cheeks and glistening gin the moonlight. His cock throbbed in his grip as he freed himself from his boxes, giving himself a few long strokes, spreading the precum that had been steadily gathering at the tip down the flushed length as he lined himself up at your slick hole, dragging the tip of him up and down a few times to collect as much as your slick as possible as he could. 

‘Poor girl. All needy for me, getting all worked up from a little toy. But you need me, don’t you? Need me to make you cum? Yeah?’ He asked, fucking the tip of him into in shallow little thrusts that had choked moans spilling from your mouth, the vibrator never stopping its maddening little circles on your clit and effectively robbing you of your ability to speak. You just nodded, lifting your hips in an attempt to take more of him into you. 

You quickly realised this was the wrong thing to do when Will let out a growl and suddenly pushed forward, shoving his whole length inside you in one cruel thrust. Your back arched against the sudden fullness, your orgasm exploding over you as the sensations of the stretch and the powerful vibrations still thundering down on your clit became too much. 

‘Fuck-!’ The curse tore from your throat in a choked-off scream, your cunt clenching down on the cock inside you. Will hissed in response, grabbing at your hip with his free hand and holding you there as he began to thrust in and out of you, setting a pace that had stars bursting behind your eyes as the pleasure melted from intense pleasure to painful overstimulation. The vibrator now lay discarded next to your thigh, the toy wet with your slick.

Will's cock bullied into you, forcing you to stretch around and accommodate his thick length as he fucked into you, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you where he wanted you. He watched as your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, and he couldn't resist reaching up to pinch your nipple in between his fingers, the gesture causing you to clench around him and moan loudly. He smirked to himself as he felt you gush around him, your cunt finally getting used to the rough treatment. Your thighs squeezed around his waist, and he caught the way your hips still moved back to meet his thrusts.

You wanted him deeper, harder. You wanted more.

You moaned in confusion and pleasure as you felt Will manhandling you, flipping you over and pulling you up until you were face down in the sheets with your back arched, ass pressed flush against his crotch as he started to drive into you once more. 

‘Jesus, darling- so fuckin’ easy. Didn’t even fuck you and you came- shit- so needy for me, aren’t you?.’ He said, gripping your ass harshly as he bounced you on his cock, thrusting his hips forward to meet you halfway in thrusts that drove him deep inside of you. You swore you could feel him in your throat as he fucked into you, the tip of him nudging insistently at that spongy spot inside you and his heavy balls slapping your poor clit on every forward movement of his hips. 

Will reached down, fisting one hand in your hair and gripping tightly as he lifted your head from the pillows, pulling you up until your back was nearly at his chest. He let out a groan as you clenched around him, the velvet heat of your cunt like a drug to him as he continued to fuck into you. His hips slammed into yours with every brutal thrust forward, carving a place for himself inside you as his cock shoved repeatedly into you, the tip kissing your cervix in a bruising rhythm that had your eyes rollin back into your head. 

For all the words he was throwing your way about being needy, he really wasn’t any better himself - his thrusts were just barely controlled, his breath coming in short bursts as he desperately chased the heat of you. HIs cock twitched and throbbed uncontrollably inside you, the feeling of you stretched and wrapped around him almost too much to bear. He was drunk on you. On your scent, the way you tasted as his tongue darted out to taste the tears rolling down your cheeks, the way you smelled, a perfect mixture of sweat, sex and your own intoxicating perfume that had always been his kryptonite. He buried his nose in the space behind your ear, little grunts and groans finding their way out of him as he chased his high. 

‘Fuck- so perfect for me, darling. Love you- love you so much. Mine- my wife-’ He said, words spilling freely as he felt his orgasm approaching, thrusts getting sloppier as his pelvis smacked against your ass in messy thrusts. You moaned in response, fucking your hips back onto him faster now as you felt his rhythm falter. 

‘Love you- fuck-’ The words were slurred and half formed, but Will felt his heart flutter all the same as you babbled your agreement. His eyes slid shut, the memories of the day flashing across his mind as he continued to thrust into you, the rush of blood deafening in his ears as his blood pulsed hotly through his body. You in your dress, walking down the aisle towards him. His hands in yours and yours in his as you slid the rings onto each other’s fingers. His vows, your vows, where you’d promised to love and cherish each other until the day you died. 

It felt like your entire world had narrowed to the place where you and Will connected, the slick sounds of your cunt obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. The metal of Will’s wedding band felt like it was burning into your skin where he clutched desperately at your waist, his forehead against the back of your head where he was holding you upright.

‘Fuck, darling- gonna cum. Shit- need you to say it- please, please-’ He said against your ear, voice gravelly and thick with arousal and desperation. Your brow furrowed, mouth dropping as he shifted his hips and fucked into you deeper, battering your sweet spot with every thrust that had you keening in response. 

‘Come on, baby. You can do it- say ‘I take you, Will-’’ He panted against your ear, letting go of your hair to grab your chin instead, turning your head so you were looking him in the eye. You clenched involuntarily at the sight of him - pupils blown, hair a mess, a pretty flush painting both of his cheeks, his dress shirt rumpled and damp with sweat. He looked ruined. 

‘Please, darling. Just need- need to hear you say it.’ He was the one begging now, none of his earlier reservations about the act present as he gazed into your eyes, the stormy blue full of nothing but pure love and devotion as he started to near his orgasm. 

‘I-I take you, Will- fuck- to be my husband-’ You moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as a growl rumbled out of him, his grip tightening on your waist and chin. Your bound hands flexed uselessly, every nerve in your body screaming at you to touch him, hold him, reassure him that you were never leaving. 

‘Fuck- thank you, thank you- thank you. Shit- darling, gonna cum. Gonna fill you up- gonna start a family with you, make you mine for real this time-’ He stuttered out, driving his cock deep inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt as his orgasm finally crashed over him. His grip was a vice on your hip as he buried himself inside you, and you moaned again as you felt your third orgasm of the night wash over you, gentler this time as Will’s cock twitched inside you, painting your cunt with his cum. 

He held you close to him as you both came down from your highs, not pulling out despite his cock softening inside you. He pressed little kisses behind your ear, smiling against the skin when you laughed weakly. Will’s fingers came up to brush through your hair, detangling the knots he’d created and rescuing the pins that had come loose during your activities before slowly lowering you down to rest on your stomach as he pulled out. 

You watched as he shuffled around the room, clearly looking for something. 

‘What’re you doing?’ You asked, coughing slightly against the roughness in your throat. Will just hummed, seizing something off the ground and returning to stand in between your legs. 

‘Just making sure.’ He replied. You opened your mouth to question him, but it snapped shut when you felt the telltale scrape of lace against your legs. 

Will dragged your panties back up your legs, settling them neatly on your hips, nice and high so the gusset pressed up against your hole that was starting to drip cum and slick. You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny the little flash of heat that fluttered through you as he gave your ass an affectionate pat. 

‘You’re impossible.” You said. Will just shrugged, padding into your adjoining bathroom, and soon you heard the sound of water pounding into the bath, and the smell of your favourite body wash. You smiled into the sheets, heart giving a traitorous little flip. After all this time, and he was still finding little ways to make you blush like a schoolgirl. 

‘Maybe, but you’re the idiot who married me.’ He said, bending down slightly to gather you into his arms. You rolled your eyes again, but the gesture was fond as you pressed an accompanying kiss to his cheek as he carried you into the bathroom. 

‘Maybe. But you’re the idiot who asked.’ 

You probably should have put a stop to this approximately three drinks ago.

Or when the second round of shots came out. 

Or when Will knocked back what was probably his fourth pint of the evening. 

You couldn’t really tell when things had started to go downhill. And in all honesty, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care all that much. 

The pub was loud and hot, sticky warmth clinging to your body where you were pressed into a booth beside Will, your thighs flush together under the table in a contact that had your head spinning. On the Arthur Frederick drunkenness scale that he loved so much, you would say you were probably about a seven or eight. Not falling over drunk, not yet, but pleasantly loose-limbed and loose-lipped, laughter falling freely from your mouth alongside whatever thoughts happened to be running through your head at any given point. Your head felt pleasantly foggy, thoughts appearing and dissipating as soon as they came, sparks popping behind your eyes as you tried to fight the slight dizziness whenever you closed your eyes for a moment. 

Will next to you wasn’t much better. He was currently going shot for shot with George - something you should probably stop him from doing, given George’s proven tolerance for alcohol and your boyfriend’s proven lack of it. But, you thought, he looked damn pretty as he tossed his head back to down the drink, his throat bobbing with every swallow, stray drops trailing down his sharp jaw in tantalising golden lines that made you want to lean in and lick him clean. His eyes shone with a mixture of joy and haze in the low light of the pub, his pupils blown from the alcohol, wide and easy as he caught your gaze every so often. 

His large palm was spread out over your thigh, heat seeping through the material of your skirt as his thumb drew absent circles over the skin as he talked animatedly. You’d stopped paying attention a long time ago, preferring instead to just watch him, your alcohol and lust-infused mind drawing your eyes back towards your boyfriend time and time again. He didn’t even seem to notice, his fingers continuing their idle pattern over your thigh as he continued to talk and laugh with his friends. 

Your gaze dropped to the hand resting on your thigh, your stomach swooping slightly at the sight of the rings adorning his fingers. They stood out against the tanned skin, emphasising the veins on the back of his hand as his hand squeezed irregularly, unintentionally flexing the muscle of his forearm at the same time that had your mouth going dry. Because of the growing heat of the pub, he’d rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows in a gesture that he knew drove you mad. He’d even winked at you as he’d done so, the fucker, so really, you couldn’t blame yourself for what you were about to do. 

Snaking your hand down quietly and carefully, making sure nobody saw you, you grabbed Will’s hand, stilling its movement on your thigh. He turned his palm up at once, offering you his hand to hold - this was something you did often, asking for his hand in an environment that was just a bit too overwhelming, so he didn’t think anything odd of it as you flipped it back over, instead running your own hand down the lengths of his fingers, fidgeting with his rings. He continued to talk, his words slurring in a way that seemed endlessly amusing to those more sober than him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, his head buzzing and blood rushing in a way that felt more exhilarating than nauseating. 

Quickly darting your eyes around to see who was watching (nobody was, everyone was more entertained right now by Arthur attempting to do a series of admittedly god-awful impressions), you slowly began to drag Will’s hand higher up your thigh, until the tips of his fingers brushed over your clothed core. When he didn’t react, you kept going, pressing the tips of his fore and middle finger more firmly against you, stifling a quiet moan when they made contact with your aching clit. Still, nothing - he was either too drunk to notice or too afraid to make a scene. That was fine, you had other ways of getting his attention. 

Shifting slightly, you kept his hand pinned between your thighs as you leaned forward clumsily to whisper in his ear. To the rest of the world, it looked like you were just leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, but Will’s heart began to pound wildly in his chest as he felt your breath fan over the side of his neck. 

‘Will, I kind of- kind of need you really fucking bad right now.’ You murmured, words blending into each other as you pressed yourself closer to him, guiding the hand still trapped between your legs to grind out slow circles on your clit, that Will could now feel pulsing in time with your heartbeat. He sucked in a breath, trying to steel his expression and not give away what was happening under the table. This apparently wasn’t good enough for you - you let out a breathy little whine, right in his ear, as you began to guide his hand to move faster, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet his hand, all but humping it under the table. 

Will swallowed thickly, leaning back against the back of the booth to better conceal your actions, your friends still oblivious as he tilted his head closer to you to reply. 

‘What are you doing.’ It was less of a question and more of a demand, but the gravelly tone of his voice mixed with the accent that always came out stronger when he was drunk only served to spur you on, using Will’s fingers to pull your panties to the side under your skirt, just enough to drag his fingers through your already soaked folds. His mouth snapped shut entirely at that, his whole world narrowing to where he could feel the heat and slickness of you. 

‘Mm, I think you know. Y’just look really fucking good right now- want you to fuck me. Need your fingers inside me, or- or your tongue. You’re really good at that, actually- like when you eat me out- fuck, it makes me come so hard-’ You rambled into his ear, eyelids drooping as you talked, the hand that had been guiding Will’s hand now falling to the side as he started to move on his own, dragging the tips of his fingers through your folds before fucking them into you shallowly, a small smirk on your face as you whined into his ear, chasing the feeling. 

‘Enough. We’re fuckin- in public. Can’t be acting like this.’ He said through gritted teeth, though his fingers didn’t stop for even a second, nudging deeper into your cunt, your thighs spreading instinctively as he fucked them into you slowly, his eyes darting around the table as he did so. 

‘Mm, but I just-’

‘Mm-mm. Just- shut up and take it. Can’t let our friends know what a whore you are.’ He muttered. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle the whines and moans you wanted to let loose in response to Will’s words. His accent was rough, his voice dark as he spoke, his fingers now picking up speed as they began to fuck into you with long strokes. 

He seemed to have just enough cognitive function left to ruin you completely - his fingers crooked just enough to stroke along your sweet spot while he accepted another shot with his other hand, downing it in one go and coughing slightly at the strong taste. He caught your eye, his pupils blown until only a thin ring of colour remained. His jaw was clenched tight, a silent warning to you as he continued to thrust his fingers into you. Your eyes had slid shut at some point, but they flew open when you felt the cold glass of a shot being pressed up against your lips. 

‘Open up f’me, love.’ He said. The smell of the alcohol stung your nose, but you did as you were told. Your friends cheered and clapped as you swallowed the alcohol, savouring the burn as it settled in your stomach. You blinked hazily, the pleasure of Will’s fingers between your thighs become sweet and sticky. You leant back against the booth, spreading your legs a little further, now grateful that you’d chosen the seat next to the end of the booth. Will cleared his throat, his eyes glued to the steadily-raising hem of your skirt, now dangerously close to exposing what he was doing to you. 

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Somewhere, in his alcohol-addled brain, he figured he must be dreaming. There was no way he was actually doing this - knuckles deep in your cunt in a crowded pub, barely a metre away from where most of your friends were sat having a good time. He’d look away and forget, and then you’d clench around him when he wasn’t going fast enough for your liking, and he’d suddenly remember, and a hot pulse of arousal would run through him. He didn’t even feel like a real person right now, all the shots and drinks he’d had combining into a cocktail of lust and dizziness that had him breathing heavily as he attempted to regain some control. 

You weren’t much better, half slumped against his side, legs spread dangerously wide, cunt clenching around his fingers as he thrust them in and out of your soaked cunt, the sounds thankfully masked by the ambience of the pub. 

When you let out a whine into his ear, higher and needier than they had previously been, something in his foggy mind clicked - you were about to come. Right here, in front of all your friends. Your hips were rolling steadily to meet his fingers, your cunt clamped down on the digits as you rode his hand. 

‘Don’t you fuckin’ dare-’ He said, wrenching his fingers out of you. You moaned loudly at the loss of sensation, cut off abruptly as Will grabbed the back of your head and pressed it into his shoulder to muffle the sound. Thankfully, none of your friends seemed to notice, though George’s head did briefly turn to where you two were sat, his brows furrowing slightly. Will waved him off, shaking his head. 

He pulled your head up, pointedly not looking you in the eye as he slid a hand around your waist, making sure to keep his soaked fingers hidden as he hauled you to your feet, one hand still clenched around his last drink. You both swayed slightly as the blood rushed to your head, the combination of the alcohol and need making you light-headed. 

‘Just gonna take her to the toilet, lads. She’s had a bit too much.’ He said. Everyone nodded vaguely, more absorbed in their own conversations and drinks that somehow kept steadily arriving to the table. Nobody questioned it as the two of you stumbled your way to the bathroom. People drank too much, it happens. You probably just needed a break from the heat of the pub. Only George and Arthur caught the distinct wobble in your legs as Will all but dragged you to the bathroom, the two of them making eye contact as you disappeared around the corner. George leant forward over the table to speak. 

‘Bet you twenty quid they’ve gone to fuck.’ He said, stretching out his hand. Arthur laughed, immediately shaking it with a skeptical look. 

‘Nah, Will can’t hold his alcohol for shit. I bet they’re just throwing up.’ He said. It wasn’t impossible - anyone who’d ever met Will could attest to his absolutely shit alcohol tolerance, and honestly yours wasn’t much better, so Arthur felt confident that he was right. 

‘Hm, right. Well, we’ll see about that.’ George said, settling back into his seat. 

You were nearly dead weight in Will’s arms as he bundled you two into a toilet cubicle, shutting and locking it behind you. He barely gave you a second to adjust to the new surroundings before he was on you, backing you up against the sink as his lips met yours in a searing kiss. 

He didn’t quite make it the first time, hitting the corner of your mouth before you tilted your head to help him along, smearing a line of spit across your cheek as your tongues met messily. A shock of cold splashed across your side as Will’s drink spilled with the force of the movement, and you gasped into his mouth. An idea suddenly seemed to strike him, and he pulled back from you, ignoring the way you chased his lips. 

He brought the can to his lips, taking a long sip, then another. This one he held in his mouth as he tossed the can on the floor before coming up to grasp your cheeks, pressing them together until your mouth opened. He leaned forward, keeping your gaze locked on his as he opened his mouth slightly, letting the alcohol pour out of it into your waiting one. You let out a surprised moan, squirming slightly against his hold. Will just clamped his hand over your mouth to stop you from spitting it out, raising his eyebrows. 

’Mm-mm. Swallow.’ He ordered, eyes dark as he watched you. Slowly, you did as he said, your eyelids fluttering as the alcohol rushed through your system. 

‘Good girl. Now keep quiet f’me, yeah?’ He said, not even giving you time to respond before he was dropping to his knees in front of you. You didn’t even have time to be shocked that he was voluntarily kneeling on the floor of a pub bathroom before your mouth dropped open in a moan as he flipped your skirt up and dragged your panties down to your ankles and off, mouth immediately pressing close to seal around your clit. 

Will practically growled into your cunt, pulling back to fix you with a look. 

‘Fuckin- be quiet, or I’ll leave you here, got it?’ He said. You nodded frantically, anything to get his head back between your thighs to quell the ache there. He dived back down, licking a long stripe up your cunt before dragging your clit back into his mouth. Your back arched, hands scrabbling for purchase in his hair as you held him close. His arm came up to wrap around your thigh, bracing you against the sink as he ate you out. 

‘Jesus- so fuckin’ wet for me. Y’get off being a whore in front of all our friends?’ He asked, shoving your thighs further apart so as to get better access, dipping his head down to lick into you, fucking his tongue obscenely into your cunt, groaning at the taste of your slick. 

‘Yes- yes, fuck-’ You gasped out, hips grinding forward onto his mouth. In the haze of pleasure, you’d forgotten all about his command to be quiet. Only when he suddenly pulled away from you and stood up abruptly did the memory slam back into you, your heart dropping at the prospect of being left here, wet and needy in the middle of the pub bathroom. 

‘I thought I told you to be quiet. Can’t even do that, can you? Jesus-’ He grumbled, fumbling around in his pockets until he found what he was looking for. Your mouth dropped open to question, but you quickly found yourself silenced as he shoved your panties into your mouth, balling up the lace and pushing it in with his thumb as he lowered himself back to his knees, swaying slightly as he knelt. 

‘That ought to shut you up. Now I can finally fuckin- focus-’ He said, mostly to himself as he grabbed your thighs once again, spreading them wide as he lowered his mouth to your cunt for the second time. 

Stunned, you could only let out muffled moans and whimpers as he made out with your cunt, spitting crudely on your clit before sucking it into his mouth and drawing tight circles on it with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes rolled back into your head, drool soaking the lace in your mouth. You couldn’t even be disgusted, the situation turning you on so much you felt like you were going to melt right through the floor. The drag of Will’s tongue sent pleasure rushing through you, setting every nerve alight as he ate you out like a man starved, his fingers joining his tongue to thrust in and out of your cunt messily, your slick running down his fingers and onto the floor of the bathroom. 

You moaned around your makeshift gag, canting your hips forward to grind your clit firmly against his nose, shifting slightly so it bumped against it on every upstroke of his tongue. He let you, grabbing firmly at your thighs to keep you where he wanted you as he fucked his tongue into you. Soon, your hips were grinding wildly against his face, Will alternating between sucking your clit into his mouth and tonguing at your leaking hole, spreading your slick messily all over his chin and mouth. Your mouth dropped open in a groan muffled by your now thoroughly soaked panties as your thighs started to tremble. 

‘Fuck- that’s right, come on- come all over me- Jesus, so filthy-’ Will rambled into your cunt, dragging you tighter against his face as your orgasm crashed over you, your back bowing with the force of it as you continued to thrust your hips in time with his tireless tongue. Drool dripped out the sides of your mouth where it hung open, sparks popping behind your eyelids as you came. Will fucked you through it, not wanting to waste a single drop of your slick as he continued to move his tongue up and down your drenched cunt. Only when you began to whimper slightly did he pull away, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand whilst the other fumbled with his belt. 

He motioned for you to turn around, huffing when you just stared at him and grabbing you by the waist and bending you over the sink, pushing your skirt up even further. His belt eventually came undone, and he wasted no time in freeing himself from his boxers and lining himself up with your hole. 

His thrusts were immediately sloppy and rough as he pushed into you, grabbing at your waist with one hand while the other came to press on the middle of your back to keep you still as he fucked you. His pelvis smacked loudly against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the bathroom as he set a brutal rhythm, uncaring now of who could hear as you moaned shamelessly, the sound still muffled by the panties in your mouth. His head was spinning, an intoxicating mix of alcohol and pleasure flooding his system as your cunt sucked him in over and over, the wetness from your previous orgasm allowing him to fuck into you roughly, the head of his cock battering your sweet spot. 

Catching sight of himself in the dirty mirror above the sink, Will had another idea. He reached down, fisting a hand in your hair and tugging you up until you met your own gaze in the mirror. 

‘Look at you- so fuckin’ ruined already- fuck, such a whore for me, aren’t you?’ He grunted out in between thrusts, hips never stopping as they drove into you relentlessly. You nodded, gaze hazy and blurry as you looked at your own reflection. He wasn’t wrong, you did look like a whore - your makeup was smudged, mascara and eyeliner running down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth parted in a moan, a flash of lace visible between your lips as you jerked forward with every brutal thrust. 

‘Yeah, you are- fuck- keep looking at yourself, darling. Watch me fuck you.’ He said, panting now as he drew closer to his own orgasm, the combination of the wanton look in your eye and the build up of the night driving him towards his peak. 

The noise of the pub fell away as he zeroed in on the sight of your cunt taking him over and over, his cock sinking between your folds as he pistoned his hips forward. The slap of skin on skin grew louder now as his thrusts grew sloppier, more focused on chasing the heat and slick of your cunt than on whether or not people could hear him. He was distantly aware of the buzz of the pub, but all that fell to the wayside when you clenched around him with your second orgasm of the night, your head dropping slightly as your thighs shook. He scowled, pulling your head up roughly by your hair, effectively ruining the hairdo you’d spent at least an hour painstakingly arranging in the mirror before you’d come here. 

’I said- watch.’ He gritted out, holding your hair tighter now to keep your head up as he fucked into you harder. You were certain you’d have bruises from where the sink was digging into your hips and stomach, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as Will fucked into you desperately, burying his cock into you over and over again before thrusting forward with a guttural cry, cock twitching and pulsing inside you as he came. You dropped your head down to rest on the tap, cunt fluttering around his cock as he fucked into you a few more times to milk himself dry before pulling out. You whined at the sudden loss, but that was quickly cut off as Will helped you stand up and turn around, unceremoniously pushing his fingers into your mouth to pull out your panties. 

‘Will-’ You started to protest as he unfolded them and knelt to help you step into them. 

’No, none of that. You started this, so deal with the consequences.’ He said, pulling your panties up until they were resting against your dripping cunt. You shifted uncomfortably, the mixture of your slick, cum and spit making the lace feel cold against your sensitive folds. 

‘Come on, fix yourself up. Try not to look like you just got fucked, ‘kay?. I’ll see you back at the table.’ He said, giving your cheek an affectionate pat and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he tucked himself back into his trousers and did up his belt, quickly giving himself a once-over in the mirror before heading out. 

He slid back into his seat at the table, an easy, practiced smile on his face as he waved off everyone’s concern, telling them that you’d be out in a minute, and that you were feeling much better now. 

On the other side of the table, Arthur slid a twenty pound note into George’s waiting hand.