#taron egerton x reader
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20522333/chapters/55220542
The last chapter of Stellar. I hope you guys enjoy. ❤️
Here we go! We only have a couple chapters left. Enjoy.
Chapter 18
Dean Karny/Reader, Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, yelling, events of the movie
I Love You, Dearest.
A/N: so I got a request for sub! Taron and a whole lotta Mommy stuff ;))
Warnings: kinky shiz and a whole lotta smut
Taron wouldn’t stop get handsy all over you throughout the awards show. Teasing you left and right, squeezing your ass whenever he thought nobody would notice, nipping at your earlobe and whispering the filthiest things.
You thought to yourself how pathetic it is, thinking he had the upper hand, whispering how he’ll fuck you into the matress when you get home. You laughed to yourself, you’ll show him what you can do.
Once it was all over, you sat together in the limo. You looked over at him with the most sultry eyes you could, noticing he wanted to make another move. Before he could, you scooched closer and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“Mhmm, baby.” You cooed, making Taron whimper. “You thought that all your teasing would let you fuck this cunt, mmh?” All he could do was nod, letting out a breathy moan.
“You need a punishment, you naughty little thing.” You moaned, letting out a sultry laugh. “What if mommy ties you up? Edges you until your head spins?” Taron let out a pornographic whimper, unable to say anything. You let go of his hair after giving him a kiss on his jaw. “Good boy”
Once you both get to your shared hotel room, Taron is already rock hard, trying his best to conceal his visible erection. You turned the keys achingly slow, watching him cry out a plea to hurry up, slipping his arms around your waist while rutting his hips against you.
When you finally opened up the hotel room, you tore him off you, your tone becoming more commanding and sharp. “Strip. I want you on the bed on your back, legs spread for mommy.” You have never seen him move that fast before.
You took your time, undressing as you went through the house, pouring yourself some wine, knowing how bad his cock ached for you touch as he sat alone on your shared bed.
You finally got to the bedroom, Taron bucking his hips into thin air at the sight of you. You waltzed your way over to him, kneeling between his legs.
You reached over to the drawers by the bed, pulling out a silk blindfold and a pair of fluffy handcuffs.
Taron whimpered, eyes widening, full of need and passion. “P-please…” He managed to choke out. “Please, what? Use your words for mommy.”
“Please,,use me.” You chuckled, gesturing for him to raise his arms. You cuffed his wrists to the headboard and blindfolded him, moving down, leaving marks all over his neck and chest. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, teasing me all day, telling me how you’ll fuck me until I can’t walk,,,how funny.” You mentally laughed at the image in front of you: his legs spread, aching cock resting on his lower tummy, mouth open in an open cry, his breathing heavy.
You rub your hands all over his sides, nipping and biting at his hip bones, until you travelled lower. You kissed his inner thighs, worshipping how thick and soft they were. He bucked again, this time making you slap his thigh. “Bad boys don’t get what they want.” You scolded “apologize for mommy.”
“I-I’m,,sorry.” You raised an eyebrow, not like he could see. “I’m sorry, who?” You said as you traced a finger up his cock. “m'sorry,, mommy.”
“Good.”
You finally grabbed his dick, pumping him slowly, making filthy remarks and reminding him how naughty he was at the ceremony. “The way you grabbed my ass in front of all that paparazzi, expecting me to let you fuck me,,,pathetic.”
He just let out the most pornographic cries, blind and unable to deal with his frustrations himself. You put your mouth over his head, licking the salty precum and slowly swallowing more of him. Before he could hit the back of your throat, you popped of off him, making him huff. “If you beg, mommy will give you what you want.” You spat.
“Please, please, please! Just make me cum already!” He begged. You finally started pumping him faster, using your mouth to massage his slit, cupping his balls while you were at it. You could tell he was close by the way he started to fuck your mouth, his moans and cries becoming louder and more shaky.
“M-mommy, m'close” he breathed out. You slipped him through your lips, as ropes of his seed spilled into your throat. You hummed in satisfaction, swallowing every last drop of him before popping off and resting your face on his thigh.
His breathing was heavy, but relieved. “Thank you,,” He sighed. “Show mommy how thankful you are.” You ripped of his blindfold and swiftly undid his cuffs, sitting back and giving a playful slap to your cunt. “C'mere, love” you said in the filthiest tone.
He quickly scooched over, hands spreading your legs in an instant, head diving into your dripping cunt, lapping at your juices. You were already worked up from the teasing and what you did to Taron, so your orgasm was quickly approaching.
His tongue was fucking you and massaging your folds, while his nose grazed your clit every time you rolled your hips. “God, Taron, just like that.” you cried, feeling the familiar tightening of your core, knowing your release is close.
Finally when your orgasm hit you, your back arched off the bed, fists twisting the sheets and knuckles turning white. You let out a strained cry, repeating Taron’s name as he sucked on your clit, fucking you with his fingers.
When you finally came down from your high, you sat up, giving him a soft kiss. You both lay there, entangled in each other, caressing his face while he looked at you with loving eyes. “I love you, dearest.” he whispered.
“I love you, too”
Pairing/Character:Taron Egerton x Reader
Warnings:None
Summary:As you lay in bed one night you ponder declaring your love for Taron.
Word Count: 361
The sound of rain beating against the window lulls you into memories of the day. It had been a long one, but one of your best together and Taron had thrown you both into bed almost as soon as he shut the door. Rolling over you take in his muscular frame stretching down from the headboard. Strong arms resting underneath the pillow, his bare back fully exposed to you as he slept on his stomach.
Snuggling into him your fingers brush against the skin of his back. How someone so strong can be so soft you have yet to figure out. You gently run your hand up and down as not to wake him. He stirs and you rip your hand away, holding your breath as he rustles a bit before settling. When you are sure he is asleep you place the pads of your fingers slowly back down against him and begin tracing the letter “I”. Lowercase, with a tiny heart instead of a dot. You’ve thought about telling him, but what if he doesn’t feel the same? “L” is next, followed by an “O” and a “V”. But what if he does? Your heart begins to race at the thought as you ever so gently trace the “E”. A cool breeze rushes through the open window and over you. Goosebumps envelope your naked legs as you trace a “you” in cursive before starting again.
Three more times you write the words on him, pressing a bit harder with each pass as you become more confident. More sure of yourself. Of your love for him. You finish by sweetly kissing the back of his neck, the hair at his nape tickling your nose. Laying back, you rest your head on your pillow and let out a deep sigh. A tiny smile breaks across your lips as you close your eyes. You are content with your midnight declaration.
The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist stirs you from your almost slumber and he wriggles himself close, laying a single kiss on your collarbone before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“I love you too” he whispers.
