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Strip
in which gwil doesn’t like you and it’s your mission to find out why.
pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader
word count: 4.5k+
warnings: enemies to lovers, smut (the rough kind), oral (both m and f receiving), angst, swearing, alcohol use
a/n: hello my loves! i present to u what i have been working on for a while, it’s filthy so read ahead w caution 😂😳 i really hope u enjoy it and please let me know if u do. any feedback, asks / rbs, would be much appreciated xx also gif credit is @mazzelloplots 💕
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You had no idea what you’d done for Gwil to hate your guts but it must be dead serious because he just about didn’t give you any attention whenever you were in the same room. It was infuriating, as each day passed, you racked your brain to remember if you’d done or said anything for him to act like this around you but as always, nothing came to mind. All you got was a cold stare, or no eye contact at all, and at the very least, a few sentences but that was it. It made it even worse that both of you were friends with Ben, after all that’s how you were introduced to each other, you figured he’d be a good guy as was evident the first time you met, a regular mutual friend greeting; first handshake, small smiles and twinkling new eyes but ever since then, everything had changed.
Every time you went out and saw Gwil, he either said nothing to you but “Hi.” or he’d rush off somewhere else the moment you approached him. The cold shoulder did not do anything for your confidence, you were a friendly person and loved meeting new people but this was something else entirely, the confusion soon turned to tension and anger, ripping at your hair during lonely nights in your apartment, thinking why doesn’t he like me? Then you went to Ben who just shrugged and said he’d warm up to you eventually, which you found incredibly difficult to believe, you weren’t having it, it had been almost half a year and no progress, you’d had enough, you had to confront him.
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liv love, number 17 & 18 with either joe or gwil please. we love to see it :)
17. “Bite me”, 18. “If you insist” - hope u like this!
Being between the sheets with Gwil warmed your heart, and certainly other parts of you as well. He loved on you as if you were a goddess, every touch was mesmerising, every look was unforgettable, every kiss seemed like it was the first, you were pretty sure you could be like this with him forever.
Gwil felt the same way. He thought the world of you, he loved you passionately and deeply, both in and out of the bedroom, you were his girl, in every single way, and you felt so lucky that he'd chosen you to the recipent of his love and touch. His eyes never left your body, how you writhed beneath him made him go crazy, you two were crazy together, more so crazy in love.
On a night filled with heat and entangled limbs, you were obsessed with the sight that lay before you. Tousling brown hair between your legs, spread open over broad sweaty shoulders, a pair of soft hands squeezing and stroking the swell of your breasts, deep groans from the man who was devouring every inch of you, so focused on your pleasure, enjoying each moment, savouring the taste of your core. Gwil was a natural with his tongue, wet and warm on all the right places, slipping up and down over your folds, managing to touch spots you didn't even know existed. He lapped you up like a cat drinking milk, he was so into it, nothing excited him as much as this did, he twitched between his own legs when your back arched in a response to his lips being wrapped around your swollen clit.
"Fuck, keep going..."
Your pleading tone made him smirk between licks and flicks, his fingers a little rougher around your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, so sensitive with everything he was doing to you. His rhythm became more intense, licking over your clit, up and down and around, then where he'd entered you just earlier that night. Moans flew from your mouth like running water, your hands buried in his hair, coaxing him to not stop, the pleasure was too good you could barely handle it, that burn of arousal rushed throughout your body down to your toes, curling into the small of his back the closer you got.
Gwil encouraged you to let go, slipping his fingers up and down your body as it rolled beneath his touch and tongue, keeping his attention on where you liked it the most, where he knew it would make you finally come undone again on this night.
"Cum for me, my love, you're so close, good girl.." He trailed off as your mewl cracked the silence and overpowered his words, back off the bed and your fingers tugging at his hair, head craned back as you felt the wave of your orgasm tumble over you like a wave. It was incredible, how easily he could make you finish, time and time again, mutiple times in one sitting, you didn't think you'd have the energy but Gwil was just that good.
"You know you sound so pretty when you do that." He smiled, locking eyes with you as he licked his lips, shiny from your arousal, pupils blown wide in elation and his hair a bird's nest from the contact of your hands; you could only imagine how you looked right now.
"Bite me."
"Babe, that's something kids say." He chuckled, stroking patterns on your hip, cheek pressed against one of your slick thighs. You shook your head, your fingers moving over his top lip, tracing the curve of it, nails scratching through the regrowth of his beard.
"No, I mean literally bite me. My thigh, be rough with me."
Gwil blinked at you before smiling again.
"I'm no vampire."
"No shit, just please, do it. You're always so soft and lovely and it's so good but sometimes...I want more, for you to be more...aggressive. Can you..try?" You asked, chewing on your thumbnail, cheeks heating up at the fact that you really were bringing this up with him. Gwil was always open to anything behind closed doors and you knew you could trust him, as communcation was key and important in this aspect of your life together, as well as every other part.
"Okay, let me give it a go. If you insist."
He dove back down between your legs and ghosted the tip of his tongue over the area where your core and thigh met, a very orgeneous spot for you, you couldn't help the whine that left your lips. His grin was hot on your skin, as he began to sponge kisses where you liked it, your fingers back at his scalp again. Gwil wrapped his mouth around a spot of your flesh and as if you hadn't of asked for it, his teeth pierced your skin, it stung but the good skin, you knew you were going to flare up from this, and you couldn't care less. You whimpered as he left another kiss where his teeth had been.
"You okay?"
"Yeah...yes, just do the other thigh, fucking please." You heaved and Gwil went to work, biting, licking, kissing, incorporating his fingers into the mix, rubbing over your swollen clit as he teased your thighs with his teeth and mouth. And god you were so glad you'd suggested it, because he was even better than you had expected.
A vow of oath came into your mind. You would never leave this room, as long as Gwil was here, you'd never want to go.
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A feather light touch follows the trickles of water that are equally as soft as the fingers that trail behind them while they run down your arms, and even though the water is warm you can’t help but shiver at the contact. Lips press gentle, deliberate kisses from your neck to your shoulder as you tilt your head to the opposite side, and the hands that have now reached your wrists carefully walk their way across your damp skin until they meet in the middle of your stomach.
The steamy shower cubicle suddenly becomes a few degrees warmer when Gwilym presses his body against yours and you can feel his erect member against your supple cheek. A heavy breath escapes your lips as one of his hands disappears between your legs while the other travels up to massage one of your breasts, your skin silky smooth after having already washed before Gwil joined you. His thumb circles your nipple slowly while you feel his breathing speed up a little, then he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger adding in sporadic pinching that makes you gasp lightly.
Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he moves you forward a step and allows himself a moment underneath the stream of warm water, the droplets from him landing on your skin as well, and your hands that currently lay limp at your sides now spring into action as they glide over your thighs and back towards Gwil’s where they run up to his hips and as far around to his buttocks as they can possibly reach. Your fingers knead his cheeks with fervour while you push your hips back against stiffness, letting it sink further into the soft mound of your own cheek, and you can tell he’s enjoying the sensation when the fingers that were lightly running up and down your slit now move deeper inside to tease your inner folds.
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don’t imagine cuddling with prof gwil and then calling him your old man and then him getting angry but in a sexy way and fucking you into the sofa. it’s a dangerous thought.
angry in a sexy way is my absolute jam
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2023 Advent: Day 11
Another one I've come up with myself. I think I got the idea for this from a reel on insta lmao. But I thot it'd make a nice Gwil blurb, especially because I felt I had to do something where he was nicer than the sugar daddy one lmao.
Warnings: Age Gap (unspecified but reader is in uni), P in V, unprotected sex, facial,
“Fuck Gwil,” you moaned, head dizzy and legs shaking as he made you cum for the second time. Fairly standard for him but vastly different to pretty much all the guys you’d been with before. Gwilym groaned as your pussy tightened, managing to maintain his rhythm and keep his thumb working over your clit. You squirmed, not sure if you were trying to get closer or further from his touch, but moaning as the wave of pleasure continued. It was this sort of treatment that had convinced you to keep seeing him beyond what you'd expected would be a one night stand. You didn’t usually do the older guy thing but fuck he made a good case for switching. His cock alone was reason enough, not to mention his fingers and tongue and the fact that he knew where the clit was. But beyond sex you’d started to see why too.
He had his own house and more money than guys your age which was nice. He knew how to cook and clean and was more emotionally mature, or mature in general really. The guys you’d previously been with, and the guys at uni you might have considered going out with, all seemed like children compared to Gwil. And he was respectful too. Of your space and your time and your belongings. He’d have happily spent the night with you without having sex at all. In fact, he’d suggested that when he realised his box of condoms was empty. But you’d been thinking about his cock all day and were practically desperate for it so told him you still wanted to. He’d double checked and was very sweet about making sure you didn’t feel pressured or anything like that. “If it makes you feel better you could pull out and cum on me. That’d be hot,” you’d said as you’d reached into his pants, finding him stiffening already. “Oh I like that idea,” he’d said, voice all low and rumbly and sexy, “You’d look good covered in my cum.” “Yeah? Where would you like to see it most? Stomach? Ass?” “Face.”
After that there’d been very little room for talk. Mostly it had just been moaning and touching and kissing and fucking. He’d got you to cum very quickly, hitting just right as he pounded into you. And when you did, he moaned about how good your cunt felt, reminding you he was raw which made it all so much hotter. The second orgasm was better somehow but he must have felt the same because he pulled out nearly as soon as you were through it. You whined at the sudden loss but he was already shuffling over you, his hand gliding over his cock, slick with your cum, as he held himself back while he lined up. A groaned, “Close your eyes,” was all the warning you got and you hurried to do so before he grunted and you felt his cum spurt over your brow and cheeks and nose and lips seconds later. It went on longer than you’d expected to which just made you horny all over again. Gwil was vocal throughout his release too, which you appreciated. You liked hearing him. Especially when he panted, “Fuck you’re so hot like this,” after he was done. You would have opened your eyes and smiled except he’d already scooted back and begun kissing you desperately, pushing his cum onto your tongue with his.
You were panting by the time he finally let you go, able to feel the cum and sweat drying on your skin even as your arched your body up into his, hoping for another round. Gwil dropped a soft, much more chaste, kiss to your lips and said, “You must be getting uncomfortable under all my mess. I’ll find you something to clean up, give me a second.” You nodded, sitting up as soon as his weight was off you. Surprisingly Gwil left the room, still naked which you supposed was a perk of owning your own home and not having flatmates. But, as far as your experience went guys usually handed you a shirt or, if you were lucky, towel from their floor. Once you’d even been handed your own dress to clean yourself up. Gwil’s dirty laundry wasn’t on the floor but he hadn’t stopped at his laundry basket in the corner of his room either, so you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You sat there wondering if you were meant to follow or if you should just bite the bullet and tidy up as much as possible with your discarded shirt. But Gwil came back before long and knelt beside you on the bed. “Close eyes again,” he said softly, lifting what appeared to be a damp facewasher up to your cheek. It was comfortably warm against your skin, his strokes as gentle as possible as he properly took care of you. And once again you found yourself thinking that maybe there were a few goood reasons to date older men. “Feel better?” he asked when he was through. All you could do was look up at him and nod, speechless at how well he treated you. His smile was adorable as he leaned in to give you a small kiss before setting the cloth on his nightstand and rejoining you under the covers. You snugged into him, still not quite capable of anything more than gazing at him in rapt wonder. “You’re quiet,” his hand rubbed over your thigh, “everything okay?” “Perfect,” you nodded, pulling him into another, deeper kiss.
A Dark Academia AU moodboard:
A forbidden love/romance between a Cambridge English Literature student and an Oxford History student.
Gwilym lee is the English Major with French as a minor and Y/N is a History major with Latin as a minor.
Think I'm gonna write a fic based on this moodboard. We shall see!
Dark Academia au! Moodboards:
Cambridge English literature student! Gwilym Lee and Oxford History student! Y/N.
A forbidden love/romance fic shall be with you in the near future, I hope!
Hot damn!!!!💕💕
A Vampire!Gwil AU.
I'm so here for this concept, its unbelievable 🤤