#Jagged tie my babygirl

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I may have found a new pookie....

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26. Party Crasher!Luka

I FUCKED UP AND JUST WROTE IT I GUESS???

Party Crasher

-Lukanette oneshot

“You mean to tell me Agreste ditched you? After all that pleading to let him take you to the party for your successful launch line for next season, he’s ditched you?”

“Kagami, don’t kill him.”

“Fine, remind me why I can’t though? This is such an ass move of his if he’s trying to prove he’s the one for you.”

“Because,” Marinette grits out, faking a toothy smile to a work couple that waves from passing, “I want to castrate and kill him myself.”

Kagami laughs roughly in surprise, “Why the castration?”

“So I can fit his small ass into the tightest pair of skinny jeans we have for our tall teenage girls.” The not so stoic girl sips on her wine, pleased with her friend’s rage. “I told him I haven’t been interested since we were 14, but him thinking I’ll forgive him if I even had a silver of interest in dating him? Fuck him.”

“Or,” Kagami drawls, long nails tapping the stem of her glass as she leans to peer over her friend’s shoulder, “You could fuck him instead?”

Mari gasps in offense, “I am NOT trying for a one night stand, no matter what you guys say.”

“No, you little mouse,” she admonishes, fully heartedly agreeing with the sentiment, “I just mean your big and handsome protective snake is here to save the day.”

Marinette’s mind took a second longer to click the pieces together, trying to make sense of Kagami’s nicknames for her friend group, before her heart thudded and she slowly turned.

There, passing by the models who had walked in Marinette’s designs and batted their false lashes at the rockstar, was Luka Couffaine.

Dressed to the nines in a very punk like and sophisticated way that revealed he very much wanted to impress her and did in fact listen to her fashion advice. Black skinny jeans only he could pull off, high top converse and a white button up with a black vest to overlay it. The cheeky and handsome bastard forgoing the tie to leave one too many buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos.

Oh, on the life of his cat Sass was she proud of him.

And maybe drooling just a little?

He approached her, a sly smile working its way to his lips as he eyed her up and down, eyes shining bright at her black low cocktail that she paired with navy blue heels.

So maybe she sometimes used Luka as a whole for inspiration.

He raised a hand, finger wrapping around a loose curled tendril out of an elegantly messy low bun, “I thought it was the models you were supposed to make the stars of the show.”

“Had I known you were gonna show up, I would’ve worn one of my bests here.”

His hand froze, “This isn’t your best? You tease,” he broke out in a grin. His hand moved further, thumbing at the collection of piercings in her ear he accompanied her with to get years ago. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Well, I’m suddenly glad I can only acknowledge this as awkward and not feel it.” Kagami noted into her class. Her phone buzzed, electing a sigh from her as she began turning. “Have fun, my mother decided to remind me why this wine was a good idea to have before she came.”

She watched her friend walk away, her other -her best friend and other half, remained taking her in and stroking the soft spot under her ear he once claimed with a mark-

The one time they admitted their crushes and strong attraction towards the other the night before he left for tour years ago.

It was the only time Luka had indulged himself in his wants and desires, the only time he had asked to and still provided her with an out. And now he still remains far off in her memories, even as he stands in front of her with that look on his face years later.

“How did you,” she swallows when his soft gaze flicks back up to her eyes with his full attention. “How did you get in? It’s a ticket only event.”

He shrugged, turning to offer her an arm and walk around. “I may or may not have seen Adrien’s post about his mom and dad going to a gala event and him going to see his cousin there. Seems like that took precedence I guess.”

Marinette huffed low, “Félix has been in town for three weeks. Adrien and I had lunch with him the other day.”

Luka stilled as a busboy stopped in front of them, offering them glasses of champagne. Luka’s nose twitched, then his lip as he turned away with a polite smile. Marinette shook her head in turn as well.

“You know you don’t have to pass just because of me, right?”

“Hey, we do this ‘young 20 some year olds unable to drink alcohol’ in solidarity together.” He cracked a smile at that, “Soda is my alcohol.”

“Alright, you can be an honorary member of the alcohol intolerance club.” Luka laughed when she hummed gleefully. “Dork.”

“Nerd.”

“So, back on topic, Adrien just really had no excuse then?”

“Ha, no, even his dad stopped by an hour ago to congratulate me and get press photos done to promote the line. All his son did for me was send a text with a sad face attached to his cancellation.”

“... I can kick his ass, you know?”

“I know, I’m just saving for a rainy day.” She laughed, stepping closer to his side and wrapping both arms around his. “So, the ticket, you party crasher.”

“Right, yeah, I may or may not have called your assistant earlier today to swipe it. I took a guess that she held onto it for safe keeping so-,”

“She’s new, I’m not surprised she just gave it up that easily.” She let Luka guide her into a dance. One hand with painted black holding hers to his chest, the other gently tugging to hold his shoulder before he held her waist.

“Oh, that, that explains a lot now.”

“What?”

He flinched, a nervous glint flashing across his features. “I may or may not have lied about who exactly I was since she didn’t know my name-,”

“Doesn’t listen to your music, already told her the sin she was committing.”

“And who I was to you, specifically-,”

Marinette tilted her head back in a laugh, Luka’s arm tightening to brace her weight, “You said you were my husband, didn’t you?”

He flushes at a memory of once getting a creep off her back a year ago by claiming that very title to her.

“Erm, no, I said I was your boyfriend and may have sold it by saying some pet name and swooning over you just a little,” he watched her eyes go wide then soft, a smile twitching to show. He stepped closer, almost pulling her flush to him, “But if that’s what you want, I can go out and get some marriage certificate?”

She flushed, lips parting and a rush of air passing them.

“Maybe call Jagged up and fly us to Vegas? I mean, we’re both looking good right now, you more so.” Her face went a shade or two deeper. She jumped in surprise when he let go of her hand to play with a tendril again on the right side, tilting her face to press a kiss to her left cheek. “God, you’re such a pretty little thing.”

She squeaked.

“What, what was the pet name?”

“Hm?” He lazily met her gaze, a dream like haze filter over them as he moved her body to sway with his. “Oh, that.”

“What was it?”

Baby, babygirl, beautiful, gorgeous- he may have said more than one.

He gave a slow and wicked grin, twirling her out and back into his chest in a swift and stunning movement as he nudged his nose to hers.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased, smile spreading wider and radiant as she forgot to breathe for a second.

What. A fucking. Tease.

The need for him to make good on his words and looks hit through her hard and reminded her of their one night together that they both never forgotten. And how much she wished that was every night, as long as it ended up with them curled right around each other and love and happiness coaxing them to sleep instead of stress and loneliness.

He watched her steel her gaze, her jaw tightened. He swallowed when her height, now of five feet thanks to heels, straightened and forced him to pull up. A violent shiver rocked through him when both hands held along the back of his neck, one slipping under the collar of his shirt to scratch along the nape.

“Marinette-,” he choked.

“I’m only asking so I can show my reciprocation.” She leaned closer, kicking her shoes off into some corner and standing on his converse that every elder of theirs had eyed in question during the night. He supported her actions fully, of course. Still stepping them around in dance within a fluid motion. “Not gonna tell me, hun?”

He coughed, loudly and looked away from her to catch his breath. Watching adults cheat on spouses everywhere or everyone else minding their own business to stare at models or the shrimp on the tables.

He almost tripped when she wined in protest, her hand gripping his chin lightly and turning it to face her. His eyes were flickering between admiration, lust and love, growing three shades of deeper blue than was possible.

“C’mon, baby, tell me.”

“Baby?” He stammered out in surprise. Teenage Luka was having a fucking field day with this. “Marinette, I was only joking earlier and-,”

“Were you really though?”

“No,” his response was fast and instant, a wince playing at the corner of his eyes and his button nose scrunching in loss of control.

“Hey handsome,” he preened under the nickname passing her lips, even if close to millions called him the same thing, it paid more effect when it was Marinette calling him it. “Tell me why you came tonight.”

His neck was aching from staring down to meet her eyes now that the heels were gone but he let himself down lower to press his forehead to hers. “Because you deserve better than what he gives you.”

The girl stilled, expecting an awkward or a flirtatious remark. “What?”

The rockstar looked away sheepishly, a little ashamed. “I know you’re considering getting with him, but when I heard he was canceling on you I let my jealousy win out and I just wanted to be there for you.” He bit his lip when he felt her tugging his face back in her direction, choosing to resist the pressure. “You have to believe me when I say I came with no ulterior motives other than protecting you from going stag to your own party tonight.”

“You, you came to protect me?”

He shrugged, another small shiver racking through him when her hands moved along and glided across his neck. “And make sure you had a good night. I even asked your mom what you were wearing tonight just so I could make sure my outfit complimented yours to cheer you up.”

She was silent for a minute or so, and he waited, patiently as ever and guiding her to rest her head against his chest as he swayed them.

Luka, doing all the work. Luka, taking matters into his own hands when someone fails her. Luka, going the extra mile to make sure she has a happy memory.

Fuck giving second chances to other people. Luka is the only one to have shown her he’s the most earning of the concept and notion.

She pulls away, feeling the slight reluctance in his arms on her waist before they drop to his side, “Grab my heels.”

He raises a black brow but complies, turning to find them and hooking his fingers in the backs. He eyes them, used to seeing her shoes laying around the Liberty when she comes over or even at her own place, but he always has to remark that, “You have small feet.”

“You’ve also called them cute,” she huffs, tugging on his hand and pulling him near the entrance.

He follows, like they always do for one another. “Because they are- where are we going?” He stops them as they round an empty corridor, away from the hotel’s event room where the party is still very much happening. The heel of his palm grips tight to archway, pressing against it, the small shoes still dangling in his hold.

“Home, your place or mine. Actually, mine’s closer.”

He laughs brightly, “You can’t ditch your own party for another movie night, Mari.”

The petite girl turns to him, a fierce expression in his eyes that makes him swallow harshly. “No, but I can ditch to celebrate in getting what I really want. For finally getting what I want.”

“The Chinese takeout place is closed this time of ni-,”

“You.”

“What?” Luka wheezes, he blinks stupidly at her. Prettily and stupidly. He straightens, freehand tugging at his collar a little like he needs room to breathe. “Come again?”

“I’m going home. I’m taking you with me. And we’re gonna celebrate that I finally got off my ass and got what I wanted.”

He hums, nervously and a bounce starting in his hand, a shake in one hand, his dark brows furrow, “And you want?”

“You.”

“You- you want,” he sucks in a sharp breath, pain flashing across his features as he clears his throat. “You want me?”

Her eyes soften, a smile showing as she steps closer to him and takes his face into her hands, pulling him down to be eye level with her as he braces his weight on the wall next to them with a hand.

“Yes,” he looks awestruck as she giggles. “I want you... can you let me keep you?”

He laughs nervously, “I’ll fucking sell myself to you if that’s what you really want, fuck.”

She’s smiling, leaning up on tiptoes to alleviate the strain in his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, muffling the undignified noise of surprise that escapes him. She lets him get used to her for a second, kissing him slowly and purposely as starts to eventually overcome the shock and kiss her back in reverence.

He pulls away suddenly, a guilted expression on his face.

“Wait, wait. What about Adrien?”

“What about him?”

Luka fidgets, a quick glimpse of insecurities and jealousy showing to her before he regains a semblance of control after having his walls knocked down. “He’s been trying to go out with you, win you affections.”

He only knows of the situation, but never presses her to talk about it. It’s natural for it to come up in conversation everyday when he asks her about work knowing the stress of being twenty-two in a high end fashion company could be a bit more than overwhelming. He wanted to be a safe place to her since the beginning.

“There’s nothing about him. I’ve shut him down an handful of times and now it’s just a matter of letting him indulge himself in what he thinks are romantic gestures when me saying no doesn’t cut it. There’s nothing going on between him and I, just his belief that my crush from years ago accounts for something today.”

Luka still looks wary and isn’t touching her, most likely his conscious trying to be the better person between him and Adrien by not going out with the girl his friend is pining after.

Even if said girl is Luka’s legitimate best friend and the very same girl he’s been in love with since he was a kid.

Marinette feels like it’s a dirty tactic as she gets closer to him, trying to gauge where it’s jealousy and where it’s insecurity in regards to Adrien.

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Luka’s head turns minutely at the attention, tilting less than a centimeter to catch her lips before he catches himself. He struggles when her next kiss falls to his lips and is soft and slow, how he always wants to kiss her.

“Remember our first kiss?” She whispers, wounding arms around his waist and pressing close to him.

He matches her volume, an adoring look winning for a split second, “Of course I remember.”

“Remember our first date?”

“At the ice cream parlor, you wore a pink skirt that kept twirling when you did.” She feels his resolve break a little, his own right to be selfish with her slipping out a little.

His arms slip around her, and he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. “Remember our goodbye at the airport?” His arms tightening around her speak more volumes than his strained, “Yes,” does.

She’s just a little closer to convincing him to stop being so sacrificial with his own wants or needs. She just has to push more.

“Remember waking up in one another’s arms that morning?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking of what he can say in response to that. Wondering how honest to be, “... every day, I think of that morning every day.”

She still hears the clipped apprehension in his voice. That tone she knows so well that’s gonna lead into him giving her advice to rethink this whole decision and talk to him when she’s absolutely sure. How she shouldn’t think on impulse and lunge at what she wants unless she knows she does wanna keep with it.

But, he has to know she always thinks back on moments with him and that she longs to have jumped on impulse if it meant being with him.

Every time he’s showed up with takeout at her place. When he smiles so freely at her. When he bandages her cuts and blisters from working all night long.

When he showed up tonight looking like he had been her dare to begin with. How her heart felt when he admitted to lying to her secretary. The way he looked carrying her high heels that were much too small for his hands but he didn’t care because she asked him to.

How he crashed her own party to make sure she’d have fun tonight.

She’s sure she wants this, him.

All those nicknames they could call each other. All the benefits of dating the other and having a date to everything the other needs to attend. Having her best friend be her boyfriend meaning there’s no holding back from anything.

She’ll cringe about it in the morning, but it’s gotta work to break his long instilled fear of being a bad friend or person. Of being unselfish.

“Do you still remember that night?”

She’s sure he’s stopped breaking by the way his entire body seems to shut down, but then it reboots and he’s shaking against her and can’t seem to breathe correctly, his eyes avoiding hers as he swallows again and looking like he’s willing to risk going into an allergic reaction for the sake of one drink.

“That- that’s not something you forget, Marinette.” His hands are twitching on her waist, grip tightening just a little and a vein is jumping in his arm to do something to prove he remembers alright.

One more push, “Do you still remember how I tasted that night?”

He seizes her waist, lunging to kiss her desperately like he did that night and when he left, a growl passing his lips onto hers. He’s cupping the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, breathing her in and shaking against her as his resolves breaks completely and the selfish side comes out. The one that’s nowhere near as selfish as the average person, but enough to take in the matter of his own needs and wants. He pulls back, letting her watch his eyes darken, the pupils expanding until the blues are next to near mere ridges of color. He’s watching hers do the same before he nudges her nose and kisses her slowly, more loving and affectionate. His control slipping back into place and resulting in the Luka she so loves regaining the handles of his own mind.

He’s careful in the way he tugs her lip with his teeth, how he coaxes her to let him kiss her fully before pull back and panting against her lips.

“Yes, I remember,” his voice is rough and he has to glance away from her and straighten. She watches him take a few meditative breaths before he looks back at her.

“Does that really help?” She gestures to his chest and mouth, “the breathing?”

He laughs hollowly, “No, not really, but it bought me time to create some distance in this,” he glances around, “Not your apartment place.”

She laughs at the suddenly horrified look that crosses his face, the image of them making out and the threat of almost being caught in public instantly dawning on him. He glares playfully at her.

“You did that all on purpose.”

“Had to, you were just about to give me up for the sake of being a good friend to me and Adrien.” She pauses, a wicked idea forming to prove her point, “Unless, you want Adrien to know what that all is like?”

A dark look crosses Luka’s face; unrestrained bouts of suppressed jealousy, possessiveness and territoriality. “No,” he growls out, eyes squeezing shut and having to clear his throat. “I’d rather not let him know any of that personally.”

“Not even how I taste?”

“Marinette,” he warned, the growl resurfacing. She cooed, wrapping him up in a hug and pressing a kiss to his jaw as an apology. He whined, “It’s not funny when you do that.”

“No, but everything you feel is alright to feel. Don’t hold back for the sake of not being selfish. You can be selfish with me, you’re a reasonable guy and know boundaries.” She sighed, nuzzling further into his warm embrace. “I don’t like Adrien the way he wants me to, and lately, it’s hard to even be his friend. He needs to move on from me. Hell, I’m better friends with Félix now than him.”

“Just hope they don’t switch up on you again.”

She huffed in amusement. “God no, I’d kill them.”

“It’s adorable how how your less than five feet body resorts to violence and death threats.”

“Mm, except you, I’m quite fond of you.” She looks up at him, chin pressed to his chest and smiling when he looks at her softly and presses a kiss to her nose. “This, us, is not an impulse. Just a restrained want I’ve had for awhile.”

“Okay, I understand now.”

She grins cheekily at him, “Or need, if that makes you all possessive hot yet secretly adorable rockstar boyfriend mode again.”

“Boyfriend?” He smiled slowly, radiant as always and heart stopping. “If teenage me could hear you, he’d probably shut down from being overwhelmed.”

“Nineteen year old you certainly didn’t that night,” she mumbles, grinning at the loud bark of laughter that surprises the both of them when Luka throws his head back.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me what age I lost it at, totally rockstar of me, right?” The blush that’s coating his neck and ears is adorable, a shy smile quirking at her briefly.

“I think it’s sweet, cute even.”

“Yeah, because you’re the one I lost it to.” He deadpanned without conviction. “But, I guess I’ll take being sweet and cute.”

“It’s okay though, I mean, I did the cliché of losing my virginity to someone I was in love with.” Luka does in fact shut down in her embrace hearing that. Hands jittering against her and fingers tapping like he’s trying to speak through notes against her skin.

He takes another minute, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “If this is you confessing your love to me -and believe me, it’s killing me to stop you right now, I’d rather you do it in regards to another topic and not the fact that we were one another’s first time.” He avoids the dangerous smirk aimed his way, or the sharp angle of her cocked, black brow above breathtaking blues. “C’mon, let’s go dance some more and celebrate your success before we leave, maybe find your assistant to introduce me as your boyfriend to.”

She pours at him when he tugs on her hand in the direction of the party. “But-,”

He breathed out shakily, a waning patient look in his eyes and a false smirk aimed at her. “Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m very close to just following you home at this point, trust me. I don’t care how the night ends, just as long as it’s you and me tonight.”

She’s letting him make them dance again, feeling as the nerves leave his body as he gets them to fall in step with the tempo. He doesn’t care that he has to bend a little ways down to rest his cheek on her hair, not when she’s letting him pull her up against his chest when she typically only reaches the bottom of his rib cage.

They work well together, they fit perfectly together because they’re more than used to the instinctive adapting to one another.

Her hands cup his cheeks, kissing him carefully without reservation and the anxiety, “It was only an impulse at times because I love you and have for awhile.”

Luka deepens the kiss just a little, thankful she’s the type of girlfriend to let him indulge in her as he smiles, “I get it, I’ve had my share of impulsive thoughts for as long as I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I love you, Mari.”

“Enough to crash a party for me, apparently,” she whispered, a little moved by the thought that they were finally together. He thumbed her tears away.

“Enough to kill Adrien or Félix if you ask me to,” he replied in a loving tone, soothing her gasps for air when she broke apart in giggles against his chest in reaction.

He didn’t leave after that night. And he went to every party as her date too.

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ONE DIRECTION SMUTS: What's my name ?~~H.S.

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I lay in bed , thinking about Harry .

When is he coming home ? He's always at the studio .

I grab my laptop and started scrolling on Netflix and searched "Romantic Comedies" . [A/N: *wink*]

I lay there , waiting . Waiting for Harry to come back . I know he's coming any minute now .

Any minute now ...

My eyes become heavy as they stay fixed on the screen . They closed , drifting me off to sleep .

//

"Y/N . Y/N . Wake up , Babygirl ."

My eyes opened seeing Harry hovering above me . I smiled , getting up .

He rolled his eyes . My smile disappeared . "I'm sorry ?"

"You should be . What the fuck were you doing with Liam ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"I MEAN , what were you doing fucking Liam "

I have to admit , but Liam and I did do ... it .

"That was a long time ago , Harry ."

"STILL ."

He grabbed my arms and pinned them on either side of me . "H-Harry . Stop , that hurts ."

"I don't care . You're mine and mine only ." He growled .

He attacked my neck and I held a moan at the back of my throat . He found my sweet spot and started sucking on the skin harshly .

That's definitely going to leave a mark . He let go of my arms . "Stay there . DON'T move ."

"Or else what ?"

"Or else you won't be able to sit tomorrow ."

I rolled my eyes . "Yeah , right ," I muttered .

"What was that ?"

"Nothing ." I hissed .

He walked out of the room and I sat up . "I have to pee ," I said to myself .

My hand rested on the doorknob and I twisted it . I walked inside and I pulled down my shorts and my underwear . The cloth was wet from my arousal . I bit my lip as I finished and flushed . I pulled up my pants and I walked back to the door and rushed outside .

I turned around and shut the door quietly . My hand never left the doorknob .

Something covered my mouth and I screamed , being muffled .

"I told you not to move ." Harry harshly said in my ear . My panties became more wet as he threatened me more with arousing things . I noticed his ties in his hand as he walked me to our bed . He started tying my hands on the head board without looking up at it .

His eyes stayed fixed on me , being supported by his knees on either side of me . A bulge was easily spotted in between his legs . I bit my lip just by looking at it and my arousal growing more and more . I was soaking wet .

I rubbed my legs together , creating wanted friction .

I felt Harry tighten the knot on the tie and moved down , gazing even more at my body . He pulled down my shorts and swiftly pulled up my black shirt .

"No bra ?" He smirked .

He stripped off his tight jeans and black button up shirt . His tattoos being exposed . He started to pull down his boxers and his huge length sprung out . I keep forgetting he was that big , sometimes . I held back my moan as he stroked himself . "Baby , look what you've done to me ."

I looked down at his length and saw that his tip was almost purple and was already dripping from pre cum .

He leaned down and his mouth hovered over my clothed center . I saw his eyes were fixed on mine . A small fire was playing in them . He started to kiss around my center , teasing me . He left hickeys on the inside of my thigh . I was a moaning mess as he started getting near my core . I whimpered as he hovered over my center , again .

He smirked .

His finger hooked the top of my panties and he lifted up the lace cloth , making it toy my button of nerves . I moaned louder and louder as he kept playing with me . "Do you know how fun this is , Babygirl ?" He chuckled .

"P-please . S-stop ." I begged .

"You're right ."

He stopped and he slid off my panties and started playing with my clit . His finger circled it , making me crazy . But , I'm into it .

"You're so wet for me , Babygirl ."

I gasped at his words . He smirked .

He started to line himself up with me and rubbed his tip along my slit . He slowly entered me . I forgot how good it felt for him to be inside me . It's been a month and a half since we've done this . I forgot how big he felt inside me .

He stretched me out .

He stopped once he was fully inside me . His eyes stayed locked with mine as he started to slowly thrust in and out of me .

I began to whimper as he went faster and faster . My body starts to tremble as he easily slid in and out of me .

"I-I bet L-Liam didn't make you feel this good ." He groaned .

"Liam ." I moaned .

He stopped . "No . I only want you to say my name ."

A thought played in my head .

He thrust in me without warning , making me scream .

He went in and out more faster . More ...

Harder .

"S-stop .

He continued to thrust in me .

"Stop ."

He did and he looked down at me .

"Do you want me to ?"

"N-no ..."

He smirked . "Good girl ." And he slammed into me again , hitting my G spot His whole length was inside me . Repeating the same action over and over again .

"S-say my name ."

I stayed silent .

"SAY MY NAME !" He ordered .

"Liam ."

"What ?"

"Liam ." I screamed .

He stopped , our breathing jagged .

"What did you say ?"

"L-Liam ." My voice cracked .

"D-don't play with me , Y/N ."

I smirked .

He did the same thing to me again . His thumb started playing with my clit , adding more pleasure to the whole experience . I screamed as he continued his overwhelming actions . Sweat started to form on his forehead .

A knot formed at the pit of my stomach .

My leg started shaking .

My walls started to tighten around Harry . He stopped again , getting me frustrated .

"What's my name ?"

"Liam ."

"NO . Say my name or I won't continue ."

He always does this . Telling me things to do or else he won't finish . He does either way .

I repeated Liam's name over and over again until he slammed into me again .

The same feeling started to devour me as we stayed in eye contact .

"What's my name ?"

He want faster .

"What's my name ?"

He went deeper .

"WHAT'S . MY . NAME ?"

I finally gave up .

"HARRY !" I screamed as everything melted .

He went faster and faster .

His hand traveled up and removed the ties . I slipped of the shirt from my hands and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck .

I leaned in moaning in his ear , giving him motivation .

He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he continued to thrust .

His hair fell in front of his face .

I felt him twitch in me as he went even deeper .

He let go of his lip and let out a string of , "Fuck , fuck , fuck , fuck , fuck ."

He started whispering my name and he slowed down , his last thrust deep in me .

And he released . His warmth started to build in me . He pulled out , collapsing beside me .

"Never play with me like that , ever again . I hope you've learned your lesson ." He panted .

"Yeah , right ." I muttered .

"What was that ?"

I smirked . "Nothing ."

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REAL LIFE: POST APOCOLIPSE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY

Y/N POV:

"I uh take it back" he says "take what back" I ask "the hole misbehaveing and all you dont have to punish me y/n" he says "really I dont have to" I ask he just nodds in reply "well to late I'm gonna" I say slyly he then looks petrifed at me as I contiue my plan I slip of my shirt and skirt leaving me in nothing but my underwear before kneeling on the bed and crawling closer to him making sure he gets the best view I can master before stradleing him and snogging him running my hands up and down his chest luckily he had taken of his shirt eariler before I got into the room allowing my plan to work much beter as I slide on hand down to his torusers he emmediatly moans into my mouth as soon as my hand gets there very lightly teaser plaming him thought his toursers as I pull away from kissing him just becuase thats really all I'm after an apolloy for all the bad stuff he's done recently and to hear him beg like a puppy for food as soon as I pull away he trys to reach followard but the ties stop him he looks like he hates me if looks could kill I would be dead on the floor so to lighten him up a little I alppy a little more presure to what I'm doing with my hand he emmeditalty groans and moans obviously happy so more presure he gets even louder "y/n, I swear you can stop,I ve learned my lesson okay I give in" he says oh no he's not getting out of it that easily he's gonna have to beg for it I dont say a word just start apply more pressure and more speed to what I'm doing right now he's making enought noice to allert the whole plannet as to whats going on till I know I've reached the max my hand on it's own can do so time for the next level I discard my hand from between us he emmediatly looks relived obviously thiking its over oh no its only just the begining Thomas as grind against him "oh god y/n, okay okay enough I sorry just please no more teasing" he says obviously with another moan in his thout ready to explode out of him I go back a second to observe what I have done so far well how to desrpibe it his head on the back of the bed still moaning and groaning like mad his downstairs looks like a tent and he looks more aroused then I've ever seen him before I just laugh in reply before continueing what I was doing for a while "y/n please" he says in a mix of moans jagged breaths and alsmot screaming "I dont know you want them of Thomas you have to beg" I inform him slyly "y/n please, babygirl I'm begging you I would get down on my knees if I could please babygirl love of my life take them of me please can't you see it can't you feel it how much I want you how much I- I need you please babygirl I beg of you get them of me" he beggs well that was good but not quiet what I'm after "sorry sweetie not good enought" I say returning to grinding and he returns to  moaning and trying to move anypart of him to escape the ties with no success now they really are good string till I begin kissing him again only very lightly starting at his neck and going down till I'm at the bottom of his stomac and hovering over the top of his trousers resting my head on the top of his leg just besdie the huge obvious tent in his pants palming him again he almsot screams "babygirl I dont know what else I can do" he says "beg Thomas you want them off then beg" I say like a child "please,please,please,please,please,please babygirl" he says coming out more like a moan if I'm honest "no still not good enoguh Thomas" I say giggleing slightly "your enjoying this arnt you tourchering me your enjoying it" he says a bit anoyied how can I lie I am enjoying it "and dont act like your not deep in that head of yours your secretly loving it" I say bringin my head back up to meet his "okay maybe I am a little but this is unfair if you where tied I would have let you out the second you asked but no I have to beg to an imposible standard" he sighs "awe poor boy finaly getting what he deserves" I say "but I would work out soon how to beg better becuase if you dont there is a penalty" I smrik "I doubt babygirl after this there is much more you can do" he says "wanna bet" I say pamling him again with two hands letting him moan and groan in anoyance and pleasure "if you dont appologise to a suitable rate by the time you climax your gonna stay tried to the bed and your never going to be allowed to touch me again Thomas" I say seriously so he yets the message "well uh, can I have a clue on how to appologise properly perhaps a writing frame may be of use" he says "nope you have to work it out and sweetie from what I can tell your clock is ticking and you havent got long" I say adding more pressure to him "AH- y/n, y/n please please babygirl please I'm beggin you please dont infoce the rule please just untie me from this stupid fucking bed" he says "nope Thomas your ment to be begging for your pants of dont get of topic your loseing time" I say adding more pressure again with both hands and grining ever so slightly to really hollow the point home "UH-y/n PLEASE" he shouts at the top of his voice "nope try again" I say kissing down his chest again hovering inches from his erection he trys to move so my head is closer to it but I just move away slightly "Thomas your just digging yourslef deeper if you want then gone beg" I say doing what I was before both hands working and grinding on him "UH -AH BABYGIRL PLEASE I'm BEGGING YOU GET THEM OF ME please I'll do anything anything you want me to do for ever, I'll be your slave again, I take back every mean thing I have ever said, done or thoguth about from our entire lives, I'm sorry for everthing mean I said about y/bff/n, I take it all back please OH please babygirl I'm sorry fro everytime I didnt defend you when the guys said something behind your back, I'm sorry for being so misbehaved recently, sorry for all the times I asked for a bit fo fun please y/n please I can't stand it any longer I wouldnt be able to not touch you I love you, I allways have since I first saw you when you went even 48 hours old, that why I allways hugged you allways wanted to be with you becuase I loved you I would cope beign apart from you ever please y/n get them of me" he begged oh I want to forgive him but he's litteraly a few little bits of perfect "little more" I say "focusing on what aspect" he asks breathing heavily I just sit up more go right close to him to whisper "the sexy parts" I whisper to him "oh" he says slyly "y/n please babygirl, get them of me" "little more" I say agin "please baby I know theres so much you can do to fix everthig down there, I can't under estimate you, if I wasnt tied there would be so much I would have done to you" he says slyly "keep going" I say applying a bit more pressure to him I can tell if he dosent get this next bit right it's all over "OH please babygirl please, if you do this for me I will do whatever you want me to do to you for the rest of our lives, come on it's just a button and a zip babygirl you can do that for me can't you, I want you baby, I need you so get over here becuase I can see you need me to" he says WOW well uh............................reality snapback y/n y/l/n get a girp do as the boy is fucking asking of you. "good enought" I say undoing his torusers and pulling them down completly off him as well as his boxers letting loose the erection only adding to the overwealing hugeness it is anyway "thats my girl" he smirks but I still have a plan for him I was allways my plan to let him out his trousers eventully but that wouldnt be then end of it I once again grind against him teasing him allowing his downstairs as we call it to be teased by mine still in my underwear before letting my head go down and doing what he wanted all along but not quiet finishing him of yet as I pick my head back I and crawl more towards him he speeks "y/n what do you think you-" he was cut of by my snogg I let one of my hands travel to slowly pump him again letting him moan again into my mouth till I know he seconds away and hand of him I pull away from snogging him and tie one of his hands then pick up my clothes and leave I can hear him shouting at me but I'm not overly bothered I just go to the bathroom and shut the door not locking it thought just shutting it and leaning on it giggleing to myslef about what I just did. after a few seconds I undress and have a shower once again I'm in a wrold all my own with a few miuets I can feel arms around me hang on I'm in the shower okay I dont mind just getting out the shower I dont mind mornings or durring the day but not when I'm in the  shower "you are the queen of bad girls" he whispers in my ear "maybe thats why we where matched together I'm queen of bad girls your prince of naughty boy's" I laugh "no I'm just a occationaly bad boy your constantly a bad girl" he says "Thomas get out I'm in the shower" I say elbowing him "and so am I" he replys kissing my neck "no, none of that I'm not happy with you" I say "you think I'm overly happy with you y/n after that little stunt in there" he says "awe are you mad at me now Thomas" I say laughing "nope I know from the past y/n argueing with you will get us knowwhere" he says "then what you gonna do Thomas are you gonna punish me" I giggle "nope, I told you I'm not that mean to you y/n" he says "then what are you gonna do and what are you doing in my shower" I ask "just wait forget I'm here" he says I do as I'm told and almost for a while forget he's even there till suddenly he tightens his grip around me spinning me around so I'm faceing him "what are you gonna do" I ask "make you very happy with me" he smirks before kissing my neck and contiuneing down all the way down to well I'm not telling you I know thats kind of mean not to tell you but I think you can work it out for yourself what he's doing to me when he finaly stops and looks at me smugly he says "so, y/n are you happy with me now" I dont reply I just grip him tightly and almost force him - I'm not explaining that either I'm gonna be blunt and simple and not explain the details okay he joined my shower ate me out and is currenntly staright up fucking me okay there you go I'm not explaining the details as soon as we finished he goes back to the main part of the flat and I finish my shower then do a job I've been meaning to do and take a test while its working everything out I dress and go back into the flat to see Thomas sat on the sofa watching some tv he see's me and smirks as I sit beside him he notices the test in my hand and wraps a arm around me "so whats the prognosise of the pregniesis" he says making me laugh "I dont know give it a minuet" I reply as he rests his head on my shoulder "we're safe" I say Thomas then lets out a sigh of relife "no baby in your bely y/n" he say "no" I say throwing the test away "good, I guess I will have to try again" he sighs "I supose but not tonight we have work tomorrow" I say "I know we do" he replys as we sit cuddled together watching the tv a bit till we here the door open its lilly and andwers returned from the leader lilly walks atraight past us and to her room andwers sits on the chair beside the sofa where we're sat/laied together he just sighs "so how'd it go" Thomas asked "awfuly if we are luckily lilly may be execusted" andwers replied "why" I ask "she sassed the leader and insulted eight watchers" andwers replys "well thats bad what about the divorce file" I ask "denyied, so hows things here" he says "pretty good" I smirk as both me and Thomas laugh "you two are just, to perfect for each other, your a to good to be true match" he says "yeah we got unbelievibly lucky" Thomas says pulling me closer to him "yeah we did" I say before giving him a kiss "awe cute the two kids our families raised are so happy together, you know if it wasnt for a long coisidence you two may never met each other" andwers says "well your never to old for story time" Thomas laughs "it was a cold day mid september I would say first day of school ever I got lost and a little boy crashed into me a young lad with the last name y/l/n we where best mates all thought school and when we got our matches your mothers we agreed to live together and live out the pain of having them as matches as they where best friends with each other too we all got used to each other being the best of friends together till the girls fell pregnate with you two and we raised the two of you internt as you never wanted to be apart now here you sit matched together happy as its possible to be in this world I'm sure so there if I haddent have crashed into meleneths dad then you two may never have met and you may not have been matched together" he says "nice story dad" Thomas says "so what you two got on your planner of life" he asks us "nothing we are playing it by ear" I say "I bet mels mum isnt happy with that" he says "mels mum doesnt know we havent told her yet" Thomas replys "but we have ground rules" I say "true we do" Thomas says "and what are they then" andwers asks "fine up to baby then we have to get married, marry before baby" Thomas says "well then I bet your constantly on edge Thomas" he says "yep" Thomas replys after a while we all just sit and chatt about nothing realy that important till we all have dinner and me and Thomas go of to bed we laied cuddled together happy to sleep in each others arms and we did. I was first to wake up with the alarm but Thomas still looked dead to the world so I poked him and nothing still dead "Thomas" I say still nothing "Thomas" I shout still nothing "Thomas ITS TIME FOR WORK" I say nothing "Thomas get up or I will get your mother" nothing "Thomas theres bacon if you get up" nothing "Thomas I'm taking my clothes of" I say he emmediatly sits up and looks wide awake he looks at me and notices I lied "aw, I got up for nothing" he complains falling back onto the bed "No you got up for work, now get out of bed Thomas" I say getting out of bed and standing on his side of the bed "no" he complaines rolling over and looking to go abck to sleep "yes Thomas or you'll get punished" I say "I dont care I'm tired" he complains so in reponce I just rip the sheet of the bed leaving him on the uncovered bed in his boxers he just complains like a child again with his face in his pillow "y/n if you want me up you have to make a deal" he says "like what" I ask "like" he says sitting up and pulling me back onto the bed "we have a bit of fun before work" he says kissing my neck "no" I say standing up and gripping his arm trying to pull him out of bed with him kicking and sceaming all the while till he's completly on the cold floor complaining like a child but still refusing to get up from the floor so I just walk out to see andwers standing just outside "perfect just the person I wanted to see Thomas won't get up can I please have some help" I ask him "fine I will get him up the way I used to for school but I must insidt you go and eat your breackfast while I do" he says "okay" I reply I will attmit I dont know how andwers uesd to get Thomas up all I know is what I can here and see with in seconds of me eating I hear a loud squeel and Thomas comes running out our room and sits on the table beside me wide awake he doesnt look at me just starts eating some toast