Requested by Anonymous: “OH MY GOD can you please write a Rory smut where the reader and him just got married and it’s all dorky and jokey and cute?? im dyin for more Rory on this site!”
A/N:Finally! A Rory request! We do need more Rory on this site, yes! And a sweet, dorky, cute wedding night is right up that precious boy’s alley! Thank you so much for requesting this! x
Little side note: I absolutely adore this song, and even though it doesn’t really fit the plot, I thought it was cute enough to work anyway.
Title credit: “Colgando en tus manos” by Carlos Baute (ft. Marta Sánchez)
Everyone had a certain celebrity they were convinced they would do anything for, despite never actually having met them or seen them anywhere other than media portrayals. There was that one person for everyone who was surrounded by fame and was none the wiser of the existence of that particular fan.
Most people never got the opportunity to meet their star idols, their celebrity crushes, those who never failed to entertain and inspire them through their work in Hollywood. That being said, most certainly were not fortunate enough to get to know their admittedly superficial love.
Which was why you considered yourself the luckiest woman on the planet as you walked down the aisle towards the actor you had admired from your early teen years: Rory Monahan.
A/N: This is not a request, it’s just my head! I’m not too happy with this one, I’m having a bit of a writers block at the time!
I hope you enjoy it nontheless and feel free to reblog!
(I’m accepting requests, but I can’t promise anything)
Warnings: smut, swearing
It was my first day flying with the new company. The uniform was simple, a black pencil skirt, just below the knee, with a white button up shirt under a black, fitted blazer. We had multicoloured neckerchiefs as accessories as well has the company’s pins on our lapels. It fitted me like a glove.
After a quick meeting, each of us took our positions and waited for the passengers to come. I was at the door, greeting people as they arrived. That was a first for me, I was a little nervous. Im greeting people as they come in, checking their tickets, and not paying too much attention to their appearance, there were so many faces. Until I hear a laugh that pulled my attention.
Just two more passengers between this man with an enticing laughter and me. I could see his ginger hair.
He stopped and looked at me, smirking, I couldn’t help but smile. He was gorgeous, his features were beautiful, as well as his voice. I was enabled to say anything for a second.
“Hello, good morning”, he said smiling. I was so embarrassed.
“Yes, hello… good morning and welcome aboard..” I said blushing.
“My name is Rory, Rory Monahan…” he said, then walking down the plane aisle, looking back at me.
“Am I interrupting anything?”, asked the old lady, who was behind Rory, waiting for me to check her ticket.
“Oh I’m sorry. Good morning and welcome aboard” I smiled. She shook her head and smiled as if to say “Oh this youth…” as she walked down the aisle, looking for her sit.
It was a long flight, a few hours later I went to check on the passengers.
“Ah, finally… I thought I had to go to you.”, Rory said, sighed with relief.
“What do you mean?”, I asked.
“I thought I wouldn’t see you again”, he said. I blushed.
“Do you need anything?” I asked, in hopes of changing the subject.
“Well, since you ask, yeah, I’ll have you.”, he said. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
The old lady was sited behind Rory and said “Just kiss already, you’re obviously into each other, jeez…”
My face went blank, and I ran out of there as fast as I could.
I went to the bar, little did I know Rory followed me.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to creepy you out, I just can’t help myself with a girl as pretty as you.”
I looked around to see if there was anyone there. We were alone.
I passionately kissed him, pinning him against the bathroom door. He grabbed me by the waist with his big, strong hands, as I opened the door, and we went in. I locked ourselves, I rapidly took my blazer and his jumper off, he started unbuttoning my shirt as we heard someone walking by the door. I stopped and covered his mouth “Shhh” I said, silently laughing. I kissed him again, passionately, he continued unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my black lace bra, he laughed, tilting his head back. “What?” I asked, “I guess you have to compensate that uniform with something.” he said smiling, as he took my skirt off. I got down on my knees, and pulled his jeans down, caressing his dick. He was hard. “I want to taste you” I said, looking up, “Fuck yeah”, he said biting his lip, tilting his head back. I sucked him as he grabbed my hair, gently pulling it.
I stood up, dropped my skirt and underwear on the floor, he put his arm under my right leg, lifting it, leaving me spread open for his dick. He penetrated me, slowly fastening the pace, I could feel one of his hands on my ass and the other on my back, pulling me towards him, while he kissed and nibbled my neck. I grabbed his hair with one hand and scratched his back from his neck to his ass as I climaxed. I could feel him throbbing inside of me. It was something out of this world.
…
We got dressed quickly and waited for a while, so no one would see us leaving the bathroom together. “I have to go, they probably need me back there” I told him, “Can I at least know your name?”, he asked, “Y/N, give me your hand” I asked smiling, he gave me his hand, where I wrote my phone number. He winked at me and I left.
He later told me the old lady said “I hope you had a good time, you can’t fool me kids, I’ve been there!”
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