𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝐼𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝐴 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒 {𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑇𝑤𝑜}❗️

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑌/𝑁 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑛 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Inspired by: It Only Takes A Minute ~ Take That

Well folks, this is it, my first smut! It's definitely not going to be the best sex or the longest sex you've ever read  in a book, but I hope you filthy buggers enjoy it all the same.
Now I've broken the mould, hopefully I can start writing longer pieces in the future (also, I had to dial down the kinkyness of this because I didn't know if daddy kink might make people uncomfortable so I changed it at the last minute, but this is still a bit kinky I suppose!)

❗️- smut smut smut

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Then allow me to make it important - Mr Barlow." He looked momentarily shocked, realising he'd blown his cover, but was soon distracted by the hand snaking its way towards his cock.

This time, he didn't stop me, slamming the front door with a thud that rocked the ground beneath us. I involuntarily shuddered.

We didn't even make it to a bedroom, before he'd crashed his lips onto mine feverishly. Our lips danced as one, like a perfect waltz, his roaming hands hot with desire against my skin.

His lips left a trail of wet kisses down my chin to the sensitive spot in my neck no man had ever bothered reaching before, not even Jamie, eliciting a moan from my throat.

"God you sound so hot when you moan. I bet it'll sound even better when you're screaming my name." I sighed contently, becoming putty at his words. His lips continued a trail towards my chest, where he used one hand to lift my T-shirt off, leaving me almost completely exposed. As his hands reached delicately for the strap of my bra, I felt myself go limp.

Before now, Jamie had been the only man who'd ever seen me naked, and there was a reason for that. I hated my body, and the way it looked. Under the lustful gaze of Gary Barlow, I'd suddenly never felt more vulnerable. Sensing my stillness, Gary's eye met mine, and for a minute, the dark lust was replaced by affection.

"You're beautiful Y/N, I promise." I nodded gratefully, motioning for him to continue. He pressed a softer kiss to my shoulder.

"I mean it. You're stunning. And tonight, you're all mine." Without warning, he took my nipple in his mouth, the heat between us returning. He swirled his tongue over the hardened bud, making me gasp and writhe under his touch.

I grabbed onto a clump of his hair to steady myself. At the feeling, he groaned and came eye level with me.

"Good girls keep their hands to themselves." My groin tingled, almost painfully.

"Sorry Gary." I breathed, it catching in my throat when a hand came onto my thigh roughly. Oh god, is this about to go where I think it's going to go?

"In this room, you don't address me as Gary, here I'm, Mr Barlow. Understood?" My stomach dropped harshly. Of all the things I'd been expecting of sex with Gary Barlow, this had never even crossed my mind. Alarmingly, my arousal seemed to grow at the thought of it.

"Yes." He slapped my thigh again.

"What was that?"