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satoruhour · 9 months ago

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Can I request Toji x reader smut (established relationship) where Toji’s dick slips out and the reader puts it back in?

CAN’T BE OUT A SECOND LONGER !?

a/n: :3 / tagging @jabamin @kizoken @kentophilia @redskyvenus @screampied ✶

warnings: soft dom!toji, fem!reader, reader deep in sub space, slight daddy kink, implied oral (both f and m receiving), sex under the influence, unprotected p → v sex, pussy slapping, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

it’s simply too difficult seeing toji in proper attire, especially when he’s attending your brother’s wedding in a suit and tie, something he reserves for truly important events like these. otherwise, he’d just be in his sweatpants and compression shirt.

not that he didn’t look good in that — but it was eye-opening when he made the effort to get a suit jacket and waistcoat with a tie that matched your dress, hanging off his arm while you watch your brother go crazy on the dance floor.

“you okay there, doll?” his voice is soft over the booming sound system but you catch the concern laced in his words, knowing you had quite a few glasses of wine and mixed other types of liquor with the groom’s toast. “we can head back if you want.”

it’s all that you want but you want to do it discreetly, trailing a hand down his toned arm to twine your fingers with his. with a turned head toward him, you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“yeah . . let’s. i wanna—” toji isn’t fully sober either, the intoxication contributing to the blurriness of everyone else while your face stays in ultra focus; your exposed clavicle, your pouty lips. he can already feel himself getting semi-hard.

“you wanna what?”

you’re able to walk back to your hotel room, but with a giddy smile and laughter from your throat, pressing a firm hand against your lipsticked lips with a frown.

“no, not while you have alcohol in your body—”

you push his hand away, latching onto broad shoulders and making sure you appear as sober as you can to him, “what’s with a little alcohol, toji? you couldn’t find our floor in the elevator earlier either.”

teasing is your forte, moving a hand up and down his chest, over his waist, unbuttoning his waistcoat — and it’s true; toji’s a little gone as well, asking you a few more times until you’re shaking him by his lapels and telling him to “get naked already!”

that warrants a laugh from toji and he gives into you, definitely more open to drinking with you before you two get it on because he notices how everything just sends his skin ablaze: your mouth around his tip, his tongue slurping up your juices.

toji’s on cloud nine when you sink down on his cock, easing it into your waiting cunt after the many, many minutes of prep. your moans mingle with your boyfriend’s grunts, hyper aware of his hands that wrap around your waist to help you.

“cunt so t-tight, sweetheart, thought i stretched you out enough—” you’re silent, already half gone from the liquor in your body that it heightens your senses the same way it does to toji. with a hand, you guide him into you, whining softly at the small amount of pain it harbours.

“slow . . baby, don’t rush,” his words sound miles away when he speaks, eyes locked onto your bent body and your ass on display as you start to bottom out, “that’s it, you got it— good girl.” he maps out the line down your back, your tilted head, admiring you with one hand behind his head along the headboard; and when you start bouncing when he fully appreciates the high of whiskey.

the way your gummy walls hug his length, the fluttering your pussy does around his cock, the jiggle of your ass once you start moving — nothing compares to your moans though, hands forming marks on his thighs from how tightly you hold onto them.

“t-toji . . nngh—” incoherent sentences leave your lips, every hump of your hips providing a little friction for your clit. “s’good, daddy . .”

“is it now?” toji hums at the nickname and smiles to himself, admiring the transparent webs of your cum that sticks to your ass and his pelvis. instinctively his hips move up to meet yours, chuckling deeply when you lurch forward and moan loudly at the way he splits you open, so much so that you can feel him against your cervix.

“you just stay there, baby, i’ll do the work,” he grunts out and stays true to his word, planting his feet down just so he can thrust up into you. your body moves with his, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs spreading even more, but his hips are just too eager to feel your tight pussy around him that his cock slips out with a sloppy shlick.

your annoyed whine makes the other laugh again, but before he can reach forward to help you, you’re helping yourself, looking back at him dizzily and then to his pelvis, feeling around for his cock. you stroke it a few times and tap it against your folds, the dim lighting of the bedroom illuminating your skin and figure so perfectly.

“oh, f-fuck— you’re giving daddy a show, hm?” he says, words just above a whisper, watching how your hips grind against him. but being turned away from him has you having a little more difficulty, tip slipping out every few times toji tries to ram into you and he watches in awe with every time you glance back at him through hooded lids and lolling tongue.

and every time you’re scrambling back to get his length into you, to trail his throbbing tip along your slit to stretch yourself out, to roll your hips with disgusting squelching noises that emphasised how needy you were.

“tojiii . .” you sob when it happens again and toji’s pleasantly surprised to see you close to crying, eyes welling with tears in frustration. you just want him close, but your body’s already too loopy and too fatigued to hold yourself up so toji pulls on you with a tsk.

“dramatic princess, c’mon, i got ya,” from here you can see just how much of a mess you made — juices smeared all over your inner thighs, cunt still leaking, “but i need you t’do somethin’ for me, yeah?”

you sigh as his arm wraps around your middle and his other pulls on your knee so one leg is pulled to your chest; a good enough position, as long as he could fuck you in it. “what is it?”

there’s a certain pout in your voice that he catches, “help daddy get his cock back in you, baby.”

“but—”

“don’t worry,” toji soothes you with a kiss to your temple, adjusting you to properly accommodate you atop of body. not that he couldn’t handle your weight, oh, it was something he loved, but he only hopes you know what’s in store from the very first time you showed him how much you loved his cock in you that it almost brought you to tears.

he needs to see your focused face as you ease him into you, see that focused expression fall into pure ecstasy and a long, languid moan leave your lips as you totally surrender to him. you tick all the boxes soon after, reaching blindly for him while you both watch as you rub his pulsing dick along your sensitive clit; the other has to teasingly buck his hips to get your head back in the game.

“need to feel you ’round me, pretty girl, c’mon. don’t waste time,” he rasps out next to your ear, seeing the bite of your lip through his peripheral as you shamelessly whine at the entrance, sounds coming to a halt when you’re halfway through his length, and then a beautiful arch of your back when your boyfriend bottoms out in you.

“t-toji— mmgh—!”

“use your big girl words, baby.”

but he starts moving and you simply can’t, each vein, each twitch of his cock you can feel it with your sopping pussy as the room starts to smell like sex and sweat. toji holds both your legs, now, making sure you have a clear view of his hips fucking up into yours and relishes in how he’s already rendered you speechless.

“makin’ ya feel good? huh?”

“y-yeah . . daddy . . you feel so fucking g-good,” you barely manage to speak, not noticing the slight stutter he has when the nickname falls from your lips, but you do notice when his pace becomes regular and faster, panting out when your hand starts to rub at your clit. every slap of his pelvis against yours is like a reminder of toji’s overpowering strength over you, holding you up so easily, back curved to fit into his front perfectly.

“you feel so goddamn good too, princess,” he breaths out, feeling your rub circles into your clit and his eyes zone in on how his cock moves in and out of your cunt, taking him so nicely and pliantly that he feels his heart swell, “you know i can never get enough of y’r pussy.”

your heart and pussy pounds harder at that, fully letting your head rest along his shoulder while your body rocks limply along with his thrusts. toji can’t resist giving you kisses along your jawline, sending even more shivers down your whole body before he asks something of you.

“slap your pussy for me, doll,” he grunts into your ear and instantly feels you clench, able to feel his smile against your jawline, “so, soo filthy, just f’me.” you nod, each breath you take a moment of anticipation with someone as gruff but gentle as toji.

“now, spank it.” you obey, giving your pussy a few timid slaps until he releases one leg and shows you how it’s done — harsh, rough slaps against your clit that sends jolts of electricity, and your legs shake in his hold. his laugh is just sadistic, but you love every moment of it, even more so when he spanks your pussy again.

that paired with the noisy pap! pap! pap! sounds of skin slapping has your eyes rolling into your skull together with a convulsing body, not even able to give toji a proper warning before his hand lands on your core on a particularly hard spank and you’re cumming with a cry of his name, squirting all over the sheets and gushing over his cock.

multiple yes’s linger on your lips that it merges together into god knows what, “toji, toji— yesyesyes—” and like a good boyfriend, he talks you through until your pussy calms down and your stomach stops heaving, but god, you needed more.

your hips never stop grinding against his and toji takes it as a sign to chase his high, abandoning your clit before he slams into you like an animal, obscene squelches only highlighting how all of your cum was spraying everywhere. toji bites down into your neck and you gasp both in pain and pleasure, letting your body be used by him until his hips jerk.

“want to be buried in this fucking pussy forever,” it’s strained when he says it and groans when your cunt clenches around him. and it’s not long before he’s spilling his load, so thick and hot into your womb. it just fills you to the brim, little whimpers and mewls weasel themselves out of your throat before it’s taken by toji, a kiss that has you feeling like fire. “love my baby’s pussy, love you.”

“l-love you too, daddy,” you say with a giggle before turning your body over and you can feel his cum start to dribble out, eyes cloudy with the wanton need of more before you start to move down.

a swirl of your tongue, a hiss from toji, “and i love his cock, too.”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 months ago

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oh, baby | Tyler Owens x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You’re pregnant with Tyler Owens baby. Lots of fluff.

A/N: My first Tyler Owens fic. I hope you all enjoy. Also, the lack of Tyler Owens gifs is very upsetting.

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This one moment was about to change your entire life. You were terrified. Would you be a good mom? Would you be able to make a good enough life for the little growing blimp inside you? Your thoughts were running a million times a minute. Wondering how this would affect the rest of your lives. How this one moment just changed the rest of your life.

You slowly sat on the edge of the tub, in shock, the positive pregnancy test in your hand. Your mind drifted to Tyler. Oh god. His tornado wrangler YouTube channel had began to soar in popularity. He and the team making a name for themselves. He had millions of views and a huge fan club. What would this do to his career?

“Hey hun-” Tyler knocks on the door, jolting you from your thoughts. His hand jiggles the door finding it locked. He furrows his eyebrows, you never locked the door. “you alright?”

“Y-yeah!” You rummaged underneath the sink, hiding the test under some towels. “One sec.”

You knew Tyler was getting ready to leave, a few storms brewing before this upcoming weekend. You exit the bathroom and met with Tyler’s hard chest, “You leaving?”

He peeks behind you, concerned and curious, “Yeah, why’d you have the door locked? You never lock the door.”

You shrug, playing it off. You could wait to tell him when he got back, “sometimes a girl needs her privacy.”

He hums in response, not completely believing you. However, he didn’t want to press you. If there was something bothering you, you’d eventually tell him when you were ready. He could respect that. He slips his arms around you, tugging you close against his chest. He was a mix of sweat and that musky sandalwood. It was calming and heavenly. “I’ll be back in a couple days. You gonna be able to hold down the fort?”

You nod against his chest, tightening your arms around him, “I can.” You lift your head to stare up at him, “You better come back in one piece.”

He chuckles with a nod, “Yes ma’am.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then your lips. “I will call you when we get to the hotel.”

You walk him out to bid him and the team goodbye. Shielding your eyes from the sun, you watch him drive down the driveway. He hangs his hand out the window, waving goodbye. You return the wave, saying a silent prayer for a safe return of him and the team as your hands find your new growing womb. “He’ll be back.”

You’d spent the entire weekend trying to figure out how to tell him. You’d called one of your girlfriends in tears, wondering how to tell him. Worried you would be ruining his life. She reassured you, “Tyler isn’t that kind of guy, y/n. You know that. He’s going to support you and be excited for this next step.”

You heard the slam of the screen door, “Tyler must be home.”

“Call me later.”

You throw the blanket off you, meeting him in the foyer as he’s taking off the boots. “You’re home early?”

He smiles at the sight of you, but frowns when he notices you’ve been crying, “Had a feeling I needed to come home to my girl.” He crosses the foyer to you in only a few steps before gathering you in his arms.

At the first feel of comfort, the flood gates open, sobbing into his chest. damn hormones.

“Oh baby..” He squeezes you tighter, cradling your head against his chest, “Talk to me.”

You take a few seconds to console yourself. His large thumb wipes your tears away, waiting patiently for you.

You gather yourself, taking a deep breath before you meet his eyes, “I’m pregnant.”

His large hands cup your cheeks, his eyes light up, full of hope, “Yeah? You’re pregnant?”

You nod and hiccup a sob, beginning to rant, “I’m so sorry-you’ve just started your YouTube channel and you guys are so successful now-”

“No no no- Shhh.” He pulls you in a comforting hug, “This is incredible. I couldn’t be any happier.”

He holds you against his chest, slowly rocking back and forth as you calm down, “I knew something was bothering you. I just had a feeling.” He kisses your hair, and then makes you look at him, “We’re gonna be parents.” He's hesitant, but places a hand on your stomach, “you’re gonna be an amazing mom..”

You waddled into the room to find Tyler painting the wall of the nursery. His hat on backwards, jeans and shirt stained with paint.

“How’s it going in here?” You take a seat in the wooden rocking chair, sighing in relief. Those stairs were beginning to take a toll on you. Your growing baby leaving barely any room for your lungs to breathe.

“Almost done.” He sets the paint brush down, hands on his hips he admires his work around the room. “all I got left is this wall.”

You rub a hand over your bump, wincing as you adjust yourself in the chair.

Tyler noticing your discomfort, immediately is at your side, full of worry, “It’s not time yet-”

“No no,” You laugh, “Just some discomfort. I’m fine.”

He visibly relaxes, “He can’t come early. There’s way too much to do around here.”

You roll your eyes, “It also could be a she.” You and him agreed to wait until the birth to find out the sex. He was convinced it’s a boy.

“Daddy instincts.” He gets on his knees in front of you, hands on your stomach, “It’s a boy. I know it.” He flashes his pearly white smile at you. “a baby boy tornado wrangler.”

“I think it’s gonna be a girl.” You shrug, “mommy instincts.”

“We’re gonna prove your mommy wrong,” He says to your belly, “Right off the bat, you and I. I’ll finally be right on something.”

Of course, the baby kicks at the sound of Tyler’s voice. Tyler grins, “See, he agrees.”

“You’re screwed.” You whisper softly to Tyler. After hours of labor, you and Tyler finally welcomed your baby into the world. He’s seated in the rocking chair next to your bed, his bundle of joy wrapped softly in a blanket. --- a pink blanket.

“There’s two of us now. You’ll never stand a chance.” You reach over and caress his arm.

He looks at you with tear-filled eyes, “She’s only a couple hours old and she’s already got me wrapped around her finger. She could ask me for anything and I’m going to give it to her.”

“Like I said,” you say with a smile, “you’re screwed.”

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comically-callous · 23 days ago

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Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade being stuck with his gender neutral crush in close proximity please?

Love this 👅👅👅

Wade, Logan, Remy, and Kurt with gn!Reader in close/forced proximity 💕

Warnings!!!: Mild language, tad bit suggestive in a few parts (nothing crazy, don’t get excited), Wade being semi aware that he’s in a fanfiction lol, forced proximity in smallish places

A/n: Hello, I’m back. I liked writing this one, it brought me joy even though I had a mental breakdown halfway through writing it for unrelated reasons. Anyways, requests are open 😛

Wade Wilson:

Wade drags you out to a casino after a successful mission together because you guys are in Vegas and he wants to celebrate!! and definitely not because he wants to spend more time with you

But, of course, as soon as you two exit the lobby area of the casino and enter an elevator, the thing comes to a sudden halt.

“Uh-oh. The good ol’ forced proximity trope. Better get comfortable, Y/n. I’ve read enough fanfiction to know we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”

Obviously, you call the front desk. But, they tell you it’ll be a while till they can send someone over to get you guys out of here.

Despite the shitty situation, Wade is happy to be spending time with you.

The two of you sit on the floor after a while and even though it’s a pretty spacious elevator, Wade sits right next to you. Like, shoulder to shoulder.

He’s sure to keep you entertained while you wait to be rescued. And by keeping you entertained, I mean he won’t shut the fuck up.

And it’s really all fun and games for him until you show any signs of being genuinely upset or nervous about being stuck here.

That’s when he basically pries the doors open himself and somehow manages to climb through the elevator shaft and fixes the problem himself.

“How the hell did you manage to do that?”

“I can be useful when I want to, hot stuff.”

You guys leave a negative review on the Casino later.

Logan Howlett:

You two have to share a hotel room together while on a mission, and unexpectedly, (say it with me, now) there’s only one bed.

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“I don’t want you sleeping on the floor.”

“Do you wanna sleep on the floor?”

“The bed can easily fit two people. Besides, It’s just for one night.”

“…”

“Come on…. I don’t bite.”

So, now you two are sharing a bed. And to your surprise, he’s being very mindful about it.

He sets up a little wall of pillows between you and says it’s to protect you in case his claws come out while he’s sleeping.

And obviously, you don’t know about it, but he’s pretty nervous.

He knows it’s stupid and he knows he shouldn’t be nervous because it’s not like anything is going to happen between the two of you. But, still.

He gets up once or twice to leave the room to smoke and definitely not to go outside and contemplate every single thing he’s done tonight.

When he comes back, you apologize and he realizes that he’s probably made you think that he’s somehow uncomfortable by your presence.

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind this, honestly.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

And so, the two of you get into bed together. Don’t worry. He’s going to be a gentleman about it unless you don’t want him to be 😈

Remy LeBeau:

The two of you are tasked with grabbing some spare blankets from a closet after some of the children at the school ask to build a pillow fort.

Easy enough task, right? Wrong. Somehow the two of you get trapped in the blanket closet together.

One can only bang on a door and shout for help for so long before giving up.

“Don’t worry, Mon Ami. Gambit’ll keep you company.”

The two of you can’t really move too much, both settling for leaning against the walls opposite from one another.

He assures you he wouldn’t mind you getting closer. Which, of course, gets you flustered and you just have to hope he doesn’t notice in the dark.

He’s having a great time. He loves teasing you, and getting to see you get all nervous.

“You sure you don’t wanna get a little more comfortable?”

“It’s fine, really. Someone’s probably realized we’re gone by now. They’ll find us here any minute.”

“Shame. I was hoping we’d get a little more time alone together.”

Anyways, it turns out if there are people looking for you, they’re doing a pretty shitty job, because you haven’t even heard anyone walk by the closet and it’s been nearly 20 minutes.

And Remy knows he unfortunately can’t just stay in here with you forever. So, he’ll knock down the door the second you give him the word.

Kurt Wagner:

You, Kurt, and a couple of the other X-Men take a little road trip. Or are all driving to do a mission. It doesn’t really matter, you’re all in a car together.

You and Kurt end up drawing the short straws and are forced to be crammed into the small backseat together.

Now, could Kurt hypothetically just Bamf over to wherever you guys are going? Probably. But, why would he do that when this is the perfect excuse to spend time with the person he’s been pining after for…. Weeks? Months? Who knows.

It doesn’t matter! He’s happy to be here with you. But, also nervous.

He doesn’t wanna upset you, or weird you out, or make you uncomfortable at all! That’s the opposite of how he wants to make you feel!

So, he may or may not end up basically smushing himself against the car wall.

He chills out eventually and gets comfortable. But, fuck, those first 30 minutes were ROUGH.

You two get to talking and he’s just so happy to be spending time with you. So happy his tail subconsciously wraps around your ankle.

You either don’t notice or don’t say anything. Either way, the tail stays there.

After a couple hours, your eyelids start to feel heavy. And before you know it, you’re asleep. On Kurt’s shoulder. AND HE’S FREAKING OUT ‼️‼️

-Y/n? Y/n? Mein Gott….”

And that’s the last thing he manages to get out before going completely ghost and still. He wants you to get your rest.

Eventually he falls asleep too. Turns out the two of you get very good rest when sleeping together. Maybe you should do it more often.

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cherubfae · 9 months ago

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Omg hi! I'm a new follower and I just read your piece of the hazbin cast w/ reader having a panic attack and it was so sweet 🥺If possible could you maybe do the same cast of characters but with what they would do if the reader was on their period/period comfort?

𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 || {𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩}

tags: fluff, comfort, afab gn!reader, I decided to go with ftm for angel in this to try it out (lmk what you think!!) :3, periods in Hell are worse than on Earth I feel like that fits, suggestiveness in luci's

Alastor

"Oh, dear, why are you curled up on the floor in the fetal position? Are you hurt? I smell blood." Alastor coos in crackling static. He nods his head, listening to you explain despite you being facedown in said carpet. He'll procure a hot water bottle for your tummy, some aspirin, and some bitter, dark chocolate. He'll even go get one of those sugary iced coffees you love so much. Given the circumstances, Alastor may even allow you to touch his ears, but his mindful of his antlers if you know what's good for you.

Lucifer

Oh no, his poor sweetheart! The King of Hell goes full Mama Goose mode (you can see where Charlie gets it from) and hunts down whatever he thinks you may need. He'll create a little nest fort for you, spooning you from behind and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He's also not opposed of other ways of relief. In Lucifer's own wise words, "Bow-chick-a-wow-wow." (As long as you're up for it, he's not opposed to giving Charlie a sibling.)

Charlie

She's on it instantaneously! Running around scavaging all sorts of items from tampons to pads to candies-- she's not sure of your preferences, so she gets all of them! Only the best for her sweetie pie!! Huddles extraaaa close to you in your shared blanket cocoon, feeding you chocolates and giving you sweet nuzzles.

Vaggie

Immediately sends you off for a hot bath while she changes and washes the sheets so that they're nice, warm, and fresh. She also will prepare your favorite pajamas and snacks, digging through some films for one to watch. Vaggie will do what she can to make sure you're well-rested, hydrated, and most importantly; comfortable.

Husk

Immediately goes to the women of the hotel and asks about what sort of toiletries the hotel has to offer. He's discreet about your situation and grateful for their help. He wants you to feel better as soon as possible even if that means your symptoms haven't fully gone away yet! The scent of blood is strong on you and if he can notice you from a mile away, he's certain others have too. So, he creates a little nest for you two, the bar is closed down for the day, and cuddles you close to his chest.

Angel Dust

He'll spoon you from behind, resting his warm hand on your tummy. From what Cherri has told him, this shit's worse than when you guys were alive. Hell really does have a hard-on for torturing people. Angel will be as vigilant as he can, getting you whatever you may need, reassuring you gently that just because you have your period doesn't change who you are as a person nor how you idenitify. You're you, no matter what your body does or doesn't do.

Vox

What's that? Oh, shit, that's when you-- yeah? Oh, okay got it. That sounds like that sucks. Yeah, he doesn't mind grabbing some things for you but he's a bit stiff when it comes to comfort. He knows what it is for sure and he'll do his best. Velvette might tear him a new asshole. He does genuinely want you to feel better, he doesn't like seeing you in pain. He's just a little lost.

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alastor-x-reader-stories · 2 months ago

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Radio Dream - Alastor x Reader (platonic or romantic)

"Do you think I can go into that Radio Tower?" you said

"Not unless you want to die again." Husk responded with a grunt.

"Why would you wanna go into dat thing anyway?" Angel said, leaning his cheek on one hand while the other held his drink.

You were sitting at the bar with Angel and Husk, just chatting about random insignificant drunk topics. Then your curiosity of the radio tower mounted on the hotel caught up to you. Leading to the conversation read not too long ago.

Alastor stood around the corner, just out of sight of the bar patrons. His ear flicked and his grin strained when you asked your foolish question, but Angel Dust's question had him pause before he could flay you.

Why did you? Sabotage? Vandalism? Just to be annoying-?

"I was just remembering how much I wanted to be radio show host when I was a little kid." You said in a sigh.

...Ooh?

"Oh? Really? Aren't ya... y'know, not ancient?" Angel said. He took a sip so you could respond. Husk was paying attention to you now as well, giving you a side-eye as he cleaned whatever glassware needed to be cleaned.

You sighed again, long and drawn out. There was a bit of dreaminess to your tone, a bit of longing. "Yeah, that's why I never really pursued it. My folks were like 'that's nice and all but that's going out of style and you can't make a living off of it, be more realistic.'" You snorted a bit in agitation at that, taking another slow sip of your drink. After a moment you continued.

"I used to have such a good time playing radio host. I'd sit in the living room or dining room, wherever people were, and make like a box fort or something with my cd player with me. I'd talk into a stick or spoon or whisk or something and talk about random topics or play music. Sometimes I'd 'take phone calls', which were mostly just me pretending to give myself a phone call." You chuckled "I would start a lot of 'drama' like that. Sometimes my family members would give suggestions and I'd play it up and play whatever song they asked. Assuming it was on one of the three CDs I was allowed to use."

"That's cute." Angel hummed "Other than the CDs and stuff, your show doesn't sound that much different from Alastor's."

Husk snorted "Nah, they're show sounds MUCH less annoying."

You barked out a laugh- clearly intoxicated "How dare you! I'm sure I could be a LOT more annoying!" You devolved into a hysterical giggle fit, your face hitting the bar counter in front of you.

"All right, I think you've had enough." Husk grunted, taking what was left of your drink from you.

"fair." You said into the counter.

The conversation carried on from there, and Alastor slinked away to his tower. He stood there a moment, his arms crossed behind his back as his eyes did a brief scan over the room.

When he was young, he did something similar. Granted it was a record player, not a see-dee or whatever you were rambling about. His mother would play along and encourage him, pretending to send letters in or be a guest on his show.

Hearing your story gave him a bit of a warm feeling in his chest. It was good knowing someone out there still appreciated the medium, even if it was likely unrealistic.

Well... Alastor supposed there was really no harm in it, assuming he was there to supervise...

A couple days later and Alastor trotted up to you, offering a tour of the radio tower.

For a brief moment, your eyes practically lit up - shining in delight. The expression did something to his chest, as it suddenly felt far too tight. But not in an...unpleasant way.

However, the next moment you looked downright terrified.

Not as pleasant. Not even funny. He had no idea why.

"Are you going to kill me or whatever?" You said, slowly taking a step back.

Alastor laughed "Not at all, my dear! I simply overheard your drunken conversation the other night and decided to indulge your childhood fantasy."

You snorted "Yeah I'm not selling you my soul for that."

Alastor waved you off, scoffing "Oh heavens, I wasn't asking for your soul." He gave you a bright grin- one that seemed less like a grin and more like a soft smile. "I simply ask you don't, how do people say now a days... 'wreck my shit'."

You giggled a bit into your palm. Apparently Alastor had said something funny.

"...Really? You'll just...let me look?"

"Certainly!" He put an arm across your shoulders, guiding you down the halls in the direction of his station. "Why it's been- unfortunately- quite some time since I heard such a passionate speech for the radio!"

Your face flushed a bright red "Well, hold on, it wasn't a 'speech'-"

"Nope! More like a couple sentences. But you know how it is," He used his free hand to do a jazzy motion "In show-business!"

You snorted "Mmm.... I guess so. Though, really, i've never been a very 'show business' kind of person."

"Nonsense! Once you have it, my dear, you never truly lose it. It just needs a little spark and then you'll have the flames all over again!"

"Are we talking about showmanship or arson?"

"Why not both!"

You laughed. His chest did that pleasant squeeze again. Maybe he'll allow you to sit in on a broadcast one of these days....Well, that was a future question.

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Hi it's me the writer. I actually did the things that the reader talked about in this. It was a lot of fun for me and my attention-hungry existence. My parents didn't really dissuade me from it though. But. Uh. I think it was more like a 'entertain the child's whims' kind of thought. Which was fair, because I didn't exactly pursue that long. Though I still had fun playing it and figured i'd write something short about it. The three CDs I used were "Wicked", "Pokemon", and "The Shrek Soundtrack". Favorite songs to play from them, in order "No Good Deed", "The Pokemon Rap", and "Accidentally in Love" That info isn't important to anyone but me so i shared it anyway lol.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader

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Louis sendo o craque do time, sempre em busca da vitória, porém dessa vez durante uma partida decisiva, as provocações de Harry, o árbitro, testam os limites de Louis, transformando o campo de futebol em um palco de tensão e rivalidade.

hbottom - ltops - traditional - enemies - dirty talk - breeding kink - pain kink - overstimulation - oral sex - anal sex - 69 - spanking & after care.

— Não esqueça, Louis, nada de perder o foco essa semana — O técnico diz o alertando assim que Louis desce do ônibus do time com uma expressão fechada. Para completar o técnico dá tapinhas nas costas dele.

Ele era o meio-campista estrela de um dos maiores times de futebol do país, e a pressão para a sua performace em campo era imensa.

Os jogadores entram no hotel, já sabendo das regras rígidas impostas pelo técnico: sem distrações, nada festas, e definitivamente sem relações sexuais antes do grande jogo.

As conversas animadas e as zoações que costumavam preencher os corredores deram lugar a um silêncio pesado, quase reverente.

Essa regra se aplicava principalmente a Louis, dono de um apetite sexual gigantesco e um festeiro sem limites.

A concetração era 100% dentro do campo durante os treinos. E apenas isso.

Louis acena com a cabeça, concordando com o técnico. A determinação estava lá, mas ele sabe que o desafio iria além do jogo. O clima entre os jogadores é de concentração absoluta, todos em silêncio enquanto seguem para seus quartos. Eles sabem que esse jogo pode definir a taça, uma das conquistas mais importantes.

O estádio estava lotado, o estádio vibrava tomado por um mar de cores, as torcidas em uníssono entoando o hino e frases que reverberam por toda a arena oficial do time.

O clima era eletrizante.

O som era ensurdecedor, mas para Louis, tudo parece mais distante, quase abafado, como se o mundo ao redor estivesse em câmera lenta. Ele estava completamente focado no jogo, o coração batendo no ritmo acelerado da partida.

Louis domina o meio de campo com a confiança de quem já esteve ali centenas de vezes. Seus passes são precisos, sua visão de jogo, impecável. Ele lê o movimento dos companheiros de time e dos adversários como se estivesse vendo um jogo de xadrez, calculando cada jogada, cada espaço em branco no campo. A pressão é imensa, mas ele a transforma em combustível, guiando seu time em direção ao gol como um maestro conduzindo uma orquestra.

Então, no meio de uma jogada crucial, Louis avança com a bola, focado em abrir caminho para um ataque. Mas seu foco é interrompido por uma presença inesperada — Harry, parado à frente, quase em seu caminho. Louis desvia no último segundo, mas a distração é suficiente para que ele perca o controle momentaneamente abrindo o caminho para o outro time que pega o controle da bola. Harry apita, o som do apito cortando o ar como uma lâmina, e levanta o cartão amarelo.

— Sério? — A voz de Louis saindo carregada de frustração e incredulidade enquanto abria os braços, as palmas das mãos viradas para cima, um gesto claro de revolta.

Harry manteve o olhar firme, o cartão amarelo ainda erguido como uma ameaça silenciosa. Seus olhos fixos em Louis, frios e impassíveis, mas havia uma faísca ali, uma tensão quase palpável, que deixava Louis ainda mais irritado.

— Jogada perigosa, Louis. Cartão amarelo — Harry disse, a voz carregada de autoridade.

— Jogada perigosa? Eu tava passando a bola, e você tava no meu caminho! — Louis rebateu, sentindo a raiva subir como um calor sufocante em seu peito. — Isso é ridículo!

— Regras são regras. Se não concorda, deveria ter mais cuidado. — Harry respondeu, sem vacilar.

Louis sentiu a raiva e o sangue ferver em suas veias, cada batida do coração mais forte e intensa, alimentada pela raiva que borbulhava. Mas ele sabia que, por mais que quisesse explodir, não podia se dar ao luxo de perder a cabeça agora. O jogo era importante demais. Ele respirou fundo, tentando acalmar a intensidade da raiva que sentia e que crescia por dentro e parecia tomar cada célula de seu corpo. Ainda assim, ao se afastar, lançou a Harry um olhar que era de puro desafio, um aviso silencioso de que aquilo não estava acabado.

— Calma, relaxa, mano — Disse um dos colegas de equipe, se aproximando e dando um tapinha na nuca de Louis, bagunçando o cabelo dele como se quisesse trazê-lo de volta ao jogo.

Louis tenta redobrar sua concentração, ignorar a presença de Harry, focar apenas no futebol. Mas a presença do árbitro se torna uma distração impossível de ignorar. Cada vez que Louis olha para cima, lá estava Harry, observando ele com aquela expressão indecifrável. É como se ele estivesse em todo lugar, em cada canto do campo, tornando impossível para Louis se livrar da raiva e da atração que Harry liberava como feromônios de ômega querendo acasalar com um alfa.

Em uma jogada particularmente agressiva, Louis avança em direção ao gol. Ele passa por dois defensores com facilidade, mas no momento em que se prepara para chutar, um adversário o atinge de lado esquerdo, quase o derrubando.

— Porra. — Louis tropeça, mas se mantém esperando ouvir o apito de Harry. Porém, o som não vem. O jogo continua, e Louis é forçado a passar a bola para um companheiro de equipe antes que seja tarde demais.

Quando o jogo finalmente é interrompido para uma substituição, Louis usa o breve momento para se recompor. Ele respira fundo, tentando acalmar os nervos, mas sua mente continua a girar em torno da presença de Harry.

Com alguns minutos a mais o placar 2 a 0 pro time de Louis, o encerramento do primeiro tempo é anunciado. Louis aproveita para secar o suor que escorre por seu rosto. Ele puxa a camisa para cima, revelando a barra da sua cueca e depois ajeita o short branco que já começa a incomodar e modelava o volume do seu pau de forma obscena. Ele percebe o olhar de Harry sobre onde ele mexia atento a cada movimento. Louis sente a intensidade do olhar, e algo dentro dele se agita e faz seu pau contrair. Ele poderia ignorar, poderia simplesmente se focar no campo, mas em vez disso, ele olha de volta empurrando seu pau na bermuda.

Harry levanta os olhos, percebe que Louis estava olhando para ele o fazendo desviar no mesmo momento, as bochechas um tanto avermelhadas, desconcertado e um tanto quanto envergonhado, Harry dá passadas rápidas para sair do campo, e Louis observa como a bunda dele estava bem deliniada no short escuro que em Harry parecia curto demais. As coxas grossas estavam expostas e de acordo com o que Louis via em campo, os árbitros não deveriam ter short tão curtos como aquele era.

Louis ajeita e aperta o pau semi ereto dentro da bermuda e se recolhe nos vestiários do time.

Na volta do segundo tempo, o jogo retoma com a mesma ferocidade. Desta vez, Louis joga com ainda mais intensidade, como se quisesse provar algo — não apenas para seu time e sua torcida, mas para Harry. Ele corre mais rápido, marca mais forte, e seus passes são ainda mais precisos.

Então, acontece. No meio de uma jogada, o mesmo adversário de antes se aproxima de Louis, desta vez com uma entrada mais dura. Louis é derrubado com força, rolando no chão enquanto o adversário segue com a bola. A queda é feia, e Louis sente o impacto em cada parte do corpo, mas não está machucado. Ele espera que Harry apite, que reconheça a falta evidente. Mas o apito não vem.

Louis permanece no chão, o campo parece congelar ao seu redor. Ele olha para Harry, esperando que ele faça alguma coisa. Mas Harry simplesmente observa, Louis sente a raiva crescendo, uma chama que ameaça consumir por completo.

Finalmente, Louis não aguenta mais. Ele se levanta de um salto, arrancando grama do campo com os dedos em um gesto de frustração. Ele caminha em direção a Harry, seus passos rápidos e decididos, sem perceber a proximidade até que está cara a cara com ele. O suor escorre pelo rosto de Louis, se misturando à raiva que borbulha dentro dele.

— Você tá brincando com a porra da minha cara, ô caralho? — Louis quase grita, a voz rouca de indignação, a respiração descontrolada. — Isso foi falta! Como você pode deixar essa merda passar?

Harry manteve a compostura, as sobrancelhas levemente arqueadas, mas a expressão inabalável. — Disputa de bola, Louis. Sem falta.

— Sem falta? Tá de tiração comigo, porra? Eu fui pro chão, e você não viu nada? — Louis continuou, avançando ainda mais.

— O jogo continua, se não gosta, lamento, mas faz parte — Harry respondeu, a voz firme, sem ceder um centímetro. — Foca na bola, não em mim.

— Foca na bola? Você tá cego ou tá querendo me fuder, fuder com o meu time? — Louis rebateu, cada vez mais perto, agora quase colado em Harry.

Harry não recuou, mantendo o olhar fixo no de Louis. — Já avisei, Louis. Vai jogar ou quer que eu te tire do campo? Se continuar com isso, eu vou te dar um cartão vermelho, e aí vai passar o resto do jogo no banco. E a culpa vai ser inteiramente sua.

Louis estava a ponto de explodir. Sua raiva se manifestava no aperto dos punhos e na respiração pesada. Ele estava pronto para fazer algo que poderia acabar com o jogo para ele, mas antes que pudesse dizer ou fazer qualquer coisa, seus companheiros de time entraram no meio.

— Louis, para com isso! — Um dos colegas gritou, o agarrando pelo braço, o puxando tentando afastá-lo.

Outro jogador se posicionou entre Louis e Harry, empurrando Louis levemente pelo peito para afastá-lo. — Deixa isso pra lá, mano. Não vale a pena!

— Vai em frente então. Me expulsa.

Harry levantou o queixo, tentando parecer indiferente, mas Louis sabia que ele estava se segurando. Sabia exatamente onde pisar para provocar.

— Você é um merda.

Ele queria continuar, queria gritar, mas seus colegas estavam certos. Isso poderia arruinar o jogo, e ele não podia dar a Harry o poder de tirá-lo da partida. Relutante, ele deixou que seus companheiros o afastassem.

— Tá bom, tá bom... — Louis murmurou, jogando os braços para o alto em frustração. — Isso não vai acabar aqui.

Os minutos seguintes foram de pura tensão. Louis estava mais determinado do que nunca. Ele sabia que, no fundo, passando a bola com precisão, distribuindo jogadas, recuperando o controle do meio de campo.

Em um lance rápido, ele avançou driblando dois defensores e, no momento certo, chutou. A bola cruzou a área e estufou a rede com força.

O estádio explodiu em comemoração, e Louis, com um grito de vitória, ergueu os braços ao céu, sentindo a explosão de adrenalina. Os companheiros de time correram para abraçá-lo, e a torcida não parava de gritar.

3×2.

Com o apito final, o jogo estava decidido. Louis e seu time eram os campeões.

A taça foi entregue com orgulho, e, enquanto ele a ergueu junto com os colegas, sentiu um olhar em sua direção. Harry estava ao longe, observando a celebração.

Louis não precisou encarar por muito tempo. A taça em suas mãos já dizia tudo que ele precisava.

O campo fervia de energia, a torcida gritando sem parar enquanto Louis observava ao longe o placar final. Eles haviam vencido, mas o gosto da vitória estava misturado com a raiva que ainda pulsava em suas veias. Ele ainda conseguia sentir o olhar de Harry sobre ele, mesmo do outro lado do campo.

— Vamo, Louis! Levanta essa taça, porra! — Gritou um dos seus companheiros de time, batendo nas costas dele com um sorriso largo.

Louis, gritou com sorrisos, o estádio tremia de animação da vitória. O treinador também comemorava, os fotógrafos e repórter vinham para o campo a fim de entrevistar e gravar aquele momento. Louis continuou a erguer a taça junto com os outros jogadores.

(...)

O vestiário estava praticamente vazio, com o eco das comemorações ainda vindo de longe. Louis, que acabara de tomar uma rápida ducha, estava em frente ao espelho, enxugando o cabelo, quando ouviu a porta se abrir. Ele olhou pelo reflexo e viu Harry entrar com aquele andar confiante, o mesmo que ele usava no campo, mas com um brilho de desafio nos olhos.

— O que é que você tá fazendo aqui? — Louis perguntou, sem esconder o tom impaciente. Ele sabia que não tinha sido por acaso.

Harry deu de ombros, se aproximando lentamente. — Só vim te parabenizar pela vitória. Jogou bem, apesar de... uns deslizes. — Disse, com um sorriso sarcástico.

Louis soltou uma risada baixa, jogando a toalha no banco antes de se virar para encará-lo.

— Deslize? Eu chamo isso de testar os meus limites. — Ele avançou um passo, encurtando ainda mais a distância entre eles. O peito nu de Louis fez Harry engolir em seco.

Harry ergueu uma sobrancelha, mantendo o ar desafiador. — Testar os seus limites? Achei que estivesse mais focado em ganhar do que provar alguma coisa.

Louis riu de novo, mais próximo desta vez. Ele estava a poucos centímetros de Harry agora, e a tensão entre os dois era palpável, uma mistura de competitividade e algo mais que Louis não conseguia ignorar. — Quem disse que não posso fazer os dois?

Harry bufou, cruzando os braços. — Pelo que vi no campo, você só fez o que eu permiti.

— É mesmo? — Louis arqueou uma sobrancelha, o olhar desafiador cravado em Harry. Ele deu mais um passo, invadindo o espaço pessoal do outro, que agora parecia um pouco menos seguro de si. — E por que você não impediu, então? — Harry hesitou por um instante, mas logo voltou a se recompor.

— Regras são regras, e eu sei como usá-las. Só não queria te dar a desculpa perfeita para a sua derrota.

Louis deu uma risada curta, se aproximando ainda mais.

— Você fala como se estivesse no controle, Harry. — A voz dele ficou mais baixa, rouca, carregada de provocação e... desejo. — Mas acho que você já percebeu que não é tão bem assim.

Harry engoliu seco, sentindo o corpo reagir à proximidade de Louis, mas manteve o olhar firme.

— Acho que você está subestimando o quanto posso te derrubar quando eu quiser.

Louis não respondeu com palavras. Em vez disso, ele agarrou Harry pela cintura, o puxando bruscamente para perto.

O choque no rosto de Harry foi imediato, e sua postura desafiadora começou a desmoronar. Ele tentou resistir no início, mas quando sentiu o corpo firme de Louis contra o seu, a tensão se esvaiu como o ar de um balão.

— Tá vendo? — Louis sussurrou, os lábios quase roçando o pescoço de Harry, sua respiração quente contra a pele dele. — Não é você que manda aqui.

Harry tentou responder, mas as palavras ficaram presas na garganta. Ele mordeu o lábio com força, os braços ainda tensos ao lado do corpo, incerto sobre o que fazer, enquanto Louis apertava sua cintura com firmeza, como se quisesse deixar sua marca.

Harry sentiu as pernas fraquejarem, a raiva de antes agora substituída por um desejo incontrolável.

Louis ergueu o queixo de Harry com uma mão, o forçando a encarar seus olhos.

— Onde foi parar toda aquela confiança, hein? — Provocou, a voz baixa e rouca, carregada de superioridade. Harry abriu a boca, mas não conseguiu formular uma resposta.

Antes que Harry pudesse reagir, Louis avançou, seus lábios capturando os de Harry em um beijo faminto, cheio de posse. Seus dedos tatuados agarraram a mandíbula de Harry e apertou firme, as mãos de Harry foram imediatamente para o braço rígido de Louis. Ele gemeu entrecortado quando sentiu o aperto na sua mandíbula ficar mais duro. Louis dominava totalmente a sua boca era como se ele tivesse pegado o coração de Harry entre os dedos e o apertasse com toda a força que estava, na verdade, sendo desferida em sua mandíbula.

O coração de Harry estava acelerado e gelado, e ele podia sentir seu pau vazando em seu short. Ele teve o hábito do pensamento de apertar as suas coxas, como uma puta buscando conforto, porém Louis coloca a sua coxa contra as dele pressionando o pau duro de Harry contra ele.

Os braços de Harry antes rígidos, subiram até os ombros de Louis, o puxando para mais perto, rendido quando o jogador solta o seu maxilar, a dor ainda permanecia mostrando o domínio de Louis sobre ele.

O beijo era intenso, uma mistura de raiva e desejo que os consumia haviam horas. Louis ditava o ritmo, seus lábios e sua língua explorando cada canto da boca tão incrivelmente macia de Harry, que, por sua vez, se derretia em seus braços, sem mais resistência. Ele, que antes desafiava Louis no campo, agora parecia pequeno e submisso, completamente entregue à intensidade do momento.

Quando finalmente se separaram, ambos estavam ofegantes, as testas encostadas. Louis sorriu, satisfeito ao observar a expressão quase vulnerável de Harry.

Mas sua fome por ele ainda não havia terminado. Com desejo ardente, Louis o puxou para mais perto, uma mão enredando nos cabelos cacheados de Harry, enquanto a outra descia pela cintura até alcançar sua bunda. Ele apertou a carne macia e exposta sob o short, quase com ferocidade.

— Ah... — Harry gemeu quando Louis pegou um punhado de seus cachos, os puxando deixando seu pescoço completamente exposto.

— Quem está no controle agora? — Louis perguntou, a voz baixa e carregada de desejo.

O membro rígido de Louis pressionava contra a coxa de Harry, que se esfregava instintivamente, como se estivesse desesperado por mais.

Harry abriu os olhos lentamente, ainda tentando recuperar o fôlego. Tentou responder, mas as palavras não vieram. Apenas encarou Louis com as bochechas coradas e os lábios inchados pelo beijo intenso.

— Responde, porra — Louis deu a ordem subindo a mão que estava na bunda de Harry e descendo com um tapa ardido em sua bochecha direita. Harry virou o rosto para o lado, mordendo os lábios com força. Seus olhos lacrimejavam, mas não de dor, era puro tesão. — No campo, você sabe me desafiar bem, não é? E agora fica mudo! Cadê a porra da sua coragem, Harry? — Louis puxou seu rosto com força.

— Eu... Eu... — Harry tentou falar, mas Louis restringiu seus movimentos, tomando sua boca com mais intensidade do que antes em um beijo que arrancou todo o ar de seus pulmões.

Desesperado por contato, Harry friccionava sua coxa contra o membro duro de Louis, buscando qualquer tipo de alívio que não vinha. Suas unhas curtas cravavam no peito de Louis, arranhando e marcando, espalhando o vermelho vivo pelo peito e abdômen do jogador. Mas Louis mal sentia, o desejo que consumia seu corpo era tão intenso que qualquer outra sensação parecia insignificante.

Louis desceu mordidas violentas pelo pescoço de Harry lhe arrancando gritos. Ele rosnava enquanto cravava os dentes, quase a ponto de machucar de verdade. Lambeu e chupou com força, formando um colar de marcas ao redor do pescoço de Harry.

— Lou... — O apelido escapou de Harry de forma repentina, inesperada.

As mãos de Louis desceram novamente para a bunda de Harry, adentrando o short, a cueca, abrindo suas nádegas e apertando com força. Uma das mãos ousadas deslizou pelo meio, sentindo a entrada se contrair em torno de nada, como se ansiosa pelo que estava por vir.

De repente, Louis se afastou de Harry e ditou:

— Você tem cinco segundos para tirar toda a roupa e se ajoelhar para me chupar.

Harry precisou forçar seu cérebro a processar o comando, e, quando finalmente o fez, agiu imediatamente. Suas mãos trêmulas começaram a puxar a bermuda junto com a cueca, depois a camisa, jogando as roupas de qualquer jeito pelo chão, enquanto Louis, de costas, procurava algo em sua bolsa.

Quando Louis se virou novamente, encontrou Harry de joelhos, completamente nu e a poucos centímetros de si.

— Vá em frente! — Louis mandou. Harry ergueu seus olhos verdes para encontrar os de Louis, e então voltou sua atenção para o que tinha à frente, pronto para obedecer.

Harry aproxima o rosto deixando um beijo por cima da ereção gloriosa coberta pelo short limpo e branco do time. O pau fazia uma barraca no tecido e Harry arrasta e pressiona a bochecha de forma carinhosa contra o tecido.

Louis agarrou os cabelos de Harry, pressionando seu rosto mais firmemente contra si com mais veemência em seu pau coberto que babava a cada segundo a fim de mais contato.

Ele permanecia com uma ereção desde que avistou Harry correndo no campo e prestou atenção em como o short entrava em suas coxas o deixando mais curto, e durante o banho ele se recusou a bater uma pensando em Harry.

— Quem diria que você fosse uma putinha tão suja por paus, hum? — Louis murmurou.

Harry não respondeu. Em vez disso, com um gesto decidido, ele puxou o short de Louis para baixo, revelando a boxer branca, que já mostrava sinais de sua excitação. O tecido de Louis, aparecia metade de sua glande. A parte babada de pré-porra deixou a área um tanto quanto transparente. Ansioso, Harry abaixou a cueca e o pau duro de Louis saltou em sua bochecha vermelha arrancando de Harry um tremendo tremor de susto.

A ereção gorda, grossa e grande fez Harry salivar. As coxas grossas e definidas de Louis eram evidentemente devido aos exercícios e treinamentos constantes no campo pelo futebol. As coxas faziam destaques junto ao pau com a cabecinha rosada e babada.

Harry gemeu só de ter aquela visão, cravou os seus dedos nas coxas de Louis e passou a língua de maneira calma pegando o gosto de Louis em sua língua, o sabor forte sendo degustado a princípio.

— Caralho! — Louis murmura alto quando Harry chupa a cabeça do seu pau com veracidade enfiando na boca, passando a língua na fenda.

Harry amou como o pau de Louis a preencheu de maneira boa, o peso gostoso contra a sua língua fez Louis praguejar, as veias se contraindo contra os movimentos de Harry tentando o levar até a garganta em um vai e vez gostoso de mais.

Além da combinação de sucções, a língua habilidosa brincando com a sua fenda e o desespero de Harry tentando levar o pau latejante, dolorido até o final.

Porém, os grunidos de Louis tornavam a dormência em sua mandíbula algo que valia a pena.

— Porra. — Louis puxou Harry para cima, beijando ele de maneira mais agressivo do que antes enquanto a sua mão se dirigia para a sua bunda, o dedo molhado de lubrificante sendo encaixado de uma vez na entrada quente e apertada de Harry.

Harry tentou se afastar dos lábios de Louis, mas ele não deu espaço.

O cacheado era macio, e suave, mas o único pensamento de Louis era ser capaz de machucar aquele pequeno espaço até ele não conseguir andar sem lembrar da sensação de ter o pau de Louis enterrado em sua pequena entrada.

Harry desejava a mesma coisa: ser fodido, ser usado, que Louis descontasse toda a sua raiva em seu corpo.

Louis adiciona mais 2 de seus dedos, tesourando, abrindo espaço para si.

Abrindo espaço pro seu pau que latejava enquanto Harry o mantinha ele em suas mãos masturbando, acariciando, pressionando, apertando como um lembrete de como seria dentro dele.

Com delicadeza, Louis tirou seus dedos de dentro de Harry fazendo com que ele sentisse falta imediatamente. Ele afastou as mãos de Harry de seu pau e o virou de costas.

— Agora, Harry, vou te mostrar o que realmente acontece quando você fala demais. — Louis posiciona a cabeça do seu membro na entrada de Harry, que inclinou a cabeça em seu ombro, o rosto intencionalmente na altura da orelha de Louis.

O jogador adentra aos poucos enquanto Harry geme longamente no pé do seu ouvido. O aperto de Harry era sufocante, abrasador.

Louis soltou um suspiro quando suas bolas tocaram a bunda de Harry. Ele deu um tempo, permitindo que Harry se ajustasse à sua presença, até que, em um momento de desespero, Louis mordeu a nuca de Harry, que começou a soltar pequenos gemidos. Então, Louis deu uma estocada firme, atingindo a próstata de Harry, que gritou surpreso. Louis agarrou o pescoço de Harry, puxando-o para trás e colando suas costas em seu peito, entrando em uma sequência rápida e intensa de estocadas.

Todas elas esmagavam e pressionavam intensamente a próstata de Harry, que mantinha a boca aberta, virada para Louis, que o beijava, chupava e invadia com a língua enquanto investia com força em sua bunda.

As unhas de Harry arranhavam o quadril de Louis de forma agressiva, e ele começava a se contrair. Nesse momento, Louis parou e cessou os movimentos.

Harry fez uma expressão de surpresa ao sentir e ver Louis comeca a sair de si, se afastar e caminhar até o banco largo de madeira no vestiário, onde se sentou.

— Vem até aqui! — Louis disse e Harry obedeceu. — Monta no meu colo. — Harry obedeceu e passou a perna se acomodando em seu colo, guiando a ereção dolorosa até sua entrada, a massageando com a glande macia e molhada antes de se afundar completamente nela. Levando o pau de Louis com esforço. Ele continuava a se contrair e gemer, esfregando sua bunda de forma obscena nas bolas de Louis. Se sentindo completamente preenchido novamente, Harry murmurou:

— Tão bom... Ah, Louis, tão gostoso.

Louis jogou a cabeça para trás, arfando. O aperto de Harry era tão intenso, tão bom que parecia drenar metade de suas forças.

Tomlinson observava com tesão explodindo em suas veias Harry saltar em seu pau com habilidade, como um profissional.

Louis agarrou as mãos de Harry atrás das suas costas, segurando com firmeza e erguendo o quadril de forma intensa.

Fode, fode, fode!

Harry gritava, mas não saia som, a boca permanecia aberta enquanto o corpo de Styles é solavancado para cima.

— Quem está te comendo, Harry? Quem vai te fazer gozar sem tocar, baby?

— Você... Ah, só você, Louis — Harry descia no membro de Louis com uma velocidade impressionante.

— Então rebola gostoso no meu pau, bebê, mostra o que só você sabe fazer. — As mãos de Louis firmemente abriam a bunda de Harry, ajudando a guiá-lo que não hesitou, ele começou a rebolar

lentamente, de maneira provocante, esmagando as bolas de Louis em cada movimento, arrancando gemidos altos de Louis, que mordia os lábios, tentando se controlar. Mas o controle era uma batalha perdida. O prazer era intenso, quase doloroso, enquanto Harry rebolava com tanta habilidade que Louis sentiu como se estivesse à beira de perder a cabeça.

Harry não parou. Ele sabia exatamente o que Louis queria.

Lentamente, começou a mover os quadris, rebolando em círculos, gemendo profundamente ao sentir o membro de Louis ainda mais fundo dentro de si.

— Ah... Tão bom, tão apertado... — Louis gemeu alto, seu corpo tremendo de prazer.

Ele levou uma das mãos ao cabelo de Harry e puxou com força, inclinando a cabeça dele para trás, expondo seu pescoço enquanto Harry continuava a gemer.

— Isso, rebola pra mim, devagar agora... — Louis ordenou, sua voz cheia de desejo.

Harry obedeceu, se movendo com mais lentidão, cada movimento meticulosamente calculado para prolongar o tesão, o atrito entre seus corpos criando uma fricção que os deixava à beira da loucura.

Os dois estavam tão próximos que era difícil dizer onde um começava e o outro terminava. O prazer era intenso no ar, uma mistura explosiva de tesão e necessidade, ambos completamente entregues ao momento.

Louis puxou Harry com mais força, seus

movimentos se tornando mais agressivos enquanto ele sentia o orgasmo se aproximar, e os dois corpos se chocavam em perfeita sincronia.

— Lou-i-is — Harry choraminga com o prazer absurdo que tomava conta de seu corpo.

Louis sentiu a onda de êxtase tomar conta dele, e com um último impulso, ele e Harry chegaram juntos. O pau de Louis tendo espasmos dentro de Harry, um fluxo intenso de porra jorrando dentro dele.

Estava tão fodidamente cheio e pesado que não tinha forças para se mover, paralisado em seu próprio prazer e Louis seguia se derramando dentro de si.

Harry mantinha a cabeça apoiada no ombro de Tomlinson, respirando com dificuldade e soltando gemidos a cada gota de semên que sentia dentro de si.

Ele veio no seu próprio abdômen sujando Louis e a si próprio com seu próprio prazer. O prazer era tão intenso que parecia consumir todo o ambiente ao seu redor, os deixando ofegantes e exaustos.

Louis apertava Harry mais perto de si, acariciando seus cabelos e suas costas. Ele ainda estava dentro do cacheado, e Harry, em clara ação de carinho depois do sexo, parecia carente de mais toques de Tomlinson. Harry ronronava em seu ombro, deixando beijos em sua pele suada. Louis, sentindo aquelas sensações, não conseguia manter seu coração distante daquele maldito e adorável árbitro.

Louis apertava Harry mais perto de si, acariciando seus cabelos e suas costas.

No próximo jogo, Harry foi no mesmo ônibus do time de Louis. As regras eram as mesmas, mas agora se aplicavam também a Harry, o que significava celibato. Louis o provocava, dizendo que, se ele fosse o campeão da rodada, iria retribuir tudo isso de maneira bem satisfatória.

Os dois não ficavam nem na dupla de assentos; o técnico sempre os separava, colocando Harry no fundo do ônibus. Porém, Louis se recusava a ficar tão distante e o arrastava de volta para seu lado. Sexo e beijos eram negados quando começavam a esquentar.

No hotel, a tensão era palpável. Louis e Harry se olhavam intensamente, ainda ofegantes dos beijos anteriores, as mãos de Louis apertando levemente a cintura do namorado enquanto seus corpos se afastavam, com muito esforço. Harry mordeu o lábio inferior, os olhos brilhando em uma mistura de provocação e desejo.

“Se controla, Tomlinson,” sussurrou Harry, a voz baixa, quase rouca, tentando parecer mais autoritário do que realmente estava. Louis riu, inclinando-se para roubar mais um beijo rápido, antes de se afastar novamente.

No dia do jogo, a tensão no campo era diferente. Louis corria com foco total, mas sempre que seus olhos encontravam Harry, que estava na linha lateral como árbitro, não conseguia evitar o sorriso malicioso. Ele sabia exatamente o que estava esperando ao final daquela partida.

No meio do segundo tempo, após uma jogada intensa, Louis marcou o gol que virou o placar. A torcida explodiu em comemoração, mas o que chamou mais atenção foi Louis correndo direto para a lateral do campo, onde Harry estava. Sem pensar duas vezes, Louis agarrou Harry pela cintura, o puxando para um beijo caloroso bem ali, na frente de todos.

Harry tentou se afastar, surpreso e corado, mas não conseguiu evitar sorrir contra os lábios de Louis. O estádio inteiro ficou em silêncio por um segundo, chocado pela ousadia do gesto, e depois explodiu em risadas e assobios.

Aproveitando o momento, Harry se afastou lentamente, os olhos brilhando de travessura enquanto deslizava a mão no bolso e, em meio ao sorriso, levantou o cartão vermelho para Louis.

— Expulso por comportamento inadequado — Ele murmurou com um sorriso provocante. Louis revirou os olhos, mas não conseguia conter a risada.

— Você vai pagar por isso mais tarde — Louis sussurrou, seus olhos carregados.

Harry arrepiou, caminhando de volta à sua posição, afetado, desconcertado tentando evitar de ficar com uma ereção.

O campo estava quase vazio, com o crepúsculo se aprofundando e uma leve brisa balançando os cabelos ainda um pouco úmidos de Louis, que esperava no centro do gramado. Ele sabia que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, Harry apareceria — e não precisou esperar muito.

Assim que o viu, Louis fixou o olhar em Harry, permanecendo firme, enquanto o observava se aproximar.

— Achou mesmo que eu ia esquecer aquele cartão vermelho? — Louis disse com a voz carregada de intenção, enquanto Harry avançava na sua direção, os olhos verdes se prendendo aos dele.

Harry soltou uma risada suave, divertida, mas parou a poucos passos, ainda hesitante.

— Expulsão por comportamento inadequado, lembra? Achei justo.

— E você acha que consegue se safar de uma provocação dessas? — Louis deu alguns passos na direção de Harry, que tentou manter o tom brincalhão, mas começou a sentir o coração acelerar.

— Eu... eu pensei que você fosse entender a dica — Harry murmurou quase em um sussurro, a voz vacilando levemente.

Louis inclinou a cabeça, um sorriso de leve desafio nos lábios, e antes que Harry pudesse reagir, as mãos firmes dele seguraram sua cintura, o puxando para mais perto. A respiração de Harry ficou suspensa, e ele soltou um leve gemido, as mãos se apoiando nos ombros de Louis enquanto tentava disfarçar o arrepio que percorreu seu corpo.

— Sabe, amor — Harry provocou com um brilho travesso nos olhos enquanto piscava para Louis. — Achei que você precisava de um pouco mais de disciplina.

Louis riu baixo, mantendo o olhar fixo em Harry, que se contorcia em um misto de expectativa e desafio.

— Talvez eu precise mesmo — Ele sussurrou aproximando Harry pela cintura com mais firmeza. — Mas você sabe o que acontece com quem provoca demais, não sabe?

Harry sentiu o coração acelerar com o toque de Louis, mas manteve o sorriso brincalhão, agora envolto em tensão. Ele deslizou os braços pelo pescoço de Louis, deixando os dedos se entrelaçarem nos fios macios de seu cabelo.

— E o que acontece? — Harry provocou com a sua voz quase tremendo de ansiedade.

Louis inclinou a cabeça, o analisando por um momento antes de murmurar com um sorriso desafiador.

— Eu posso ser expulso por comportamento inadequado, mas você... você pode ser punido por provocar.

Harry tentou conter o rubor e a aceleração de sua respiração, mas o peso das palavras de Louis o arrepiou dos pés à cabeça.

— Estou disposto a correr o risco.

— Você realmente me subestima, Harry.

Antes que ele pudesse responder, Louis se inclinou ainda mais, aproximando o rosto do dele, e o ar ao redor parecia carregado, denso demais de tanta tensão. A provocação havia dado lugar a algo mais profundo, algo que ambos sabiam que não poderiam conter por mais tempo.

— Isso é... uma ameaça? — Harry sussurrou.

— É um aviso. Vou garantir que você se lembre desse cartão vermelho por muito tempo.

E, com uma intensidade que fez o tempo parar, Louis avançou com desejo sobre os lábios de Harry, que sentiu o corpo inteiro ceder ao contato. As mãos de Harry apertaram os ombros de Louis, depois deslizaram lentamente pelas costas dele, explorando cada centímetro ao seu alcance, como se quisesse memorizar aquele momento.

Harry soltou um leve murmúrio entre o beijo, ansiando por mais contato, mais proximidade, até que o próprio corpo tremia de desejo e expectativa, os dedos entrelaçados nos cabelos de Louis, o puxando para ainda mais perto. O toque das mãos de Louis, seu olhar intenso, tudo parecia fazer o coração de Harry acelerar a um ritmo impossível de conter. Era como se o mundo inteiro desaparecesse, restando apenas o calor que compartilhavam.

— Louis... — Harry sussurou tentando encontrar a voz enquanto se afastava apenas o suficiente para respirar.

Louis deslizou uma das mãos pelas costas de Harry, os dedos explorando a curva da sua cintura até quase alcançar a linha da sua bunda o puxando para mais perto, com uma firmeza que fez Harry arfar e sentir arrepios intensos por todo o corpo. Em resposta, ele apertou ainda mais os braços ao redor do pescoço de Louis, como se recusasse a deixá-lo ir, com uma necessidade que parecia enraizada no fundo de seu peito.

Louis desceu os lábios pelo maxilar de Harry, mordiscando e deixando beijos molhados, que logo se transformaram em marcas escuras, visíveis. Ele sorriu satisfeito ao ver as manchas vermelhas surgirem na pele do namorado, como se cada uma delas fosse uma lembrança gravada. Harry, com uma expressão de falsa seriedade, parecia tentar manter o controle, embora suas mãos vagassem impacientes pelo corpo de Louis.

Os estalos no campo eram altos durante à brisa da noite enquanto eles exploravam o corpo um do outro, e, com uma urgência quase descontrolada, começaram a desfazer os botões, deslizarem zíperes e jogarem as roupas de lado, abandonando-as pelo gramado sem nenhuma cerimônia.

Logo, estavam deitados no centro do campo, Louis por cima de Harry, os corpos aquecidos pelo toque e o rosto iluminado apenas pela luz suave do céu noturno. Louis deixou seus lábios explorarem o peito de Harry, descendo pelo pescoço, clavícula e finalmente chegando aos ombros, sentindo cada suspiro e gemido baixo escaparem do namorado.

— Lou... — Harry gemeu com a voz rouca, arqueando levemente o corpo em direção ao namorado.

Os quadris de Harry se moviam, intensificando seu desejo por mais contato.

— Meu. Apenas meu. — Louis rosnou, mordendo com força o mamilo de Harry.

— Seu... Ah, Louis, só seu.

— Ah, sim? — Louis o encarou com aqueles olhos claros e intensos, que fizeram Harry apenas assentir em resposta. Num movimento rápido, Louis trocou as posições, deixando Harry deitado sobre ele enquanto suas costas se colavam ao gramado fresco. — Vira de quatro pra mim, amor.

Harry soltou um suspiro trêmulo, mas obedeceu, posicionando-se sobre ele, com a bunda praticamente exposta diante do rosto de Louis.

— Porra, você é lindo demais — Louis murmurou, passando as mãos pela pele de Harry antes de dar um tapa forte em um dos lados, arrancando um gemido alto dele e fazendo-o empinar ainda mais em sua direção. — Essa sua bunda é gostosa pra caralho.

A cena era absurda, com Harry empinando a bunda, buscando mais contato de Louis, revelando um lado que o deixava louco: o lado sedento e submisso dele.

As mãos de Louis exploravam a pele quente de Harry, os dedos tatuados apertando sua bunda com firmeza enquanto ele gemia baixinho, empinando ainda mais para sentir o toque de Louis. Quando Louis se inclinou e passou a língua pela pele de Harry, subindo desde o perínio até a entrada sensível, um gemido entrecortado escapou dos lábios de Harry.

— Lou... — A voz de Harry se quebrou em um choramingo rouco, enquanto ele deixava a cabeça cair sobre o volume evidente de Louis, que se destacava por baixo do tecido da bermuda. Harry rebolava, se pressionando ainda mais contra a boca dele tentando provocar.

Louis rosnou baixo, sentindo o hálito quente de Harry atingir seu membro já dolorido de desejo, a boca aberta de Harry o provocando intencionalmente.

— Porra. — Louis murmurou, acertando um tapa firme na bunda de Harry, que gemeu e se empinou ainda mais.

Louis observava Harry, a pele quente e exposta, o rosto afundado em seu colo, se entregando por completo sem qualquer resquício de vergonha. Harry o provocava de uma forma que parecia saber exatamente o que fazer para deixar Louis à beira da loucura. Cada gemido, cada rebolada, o corpo dele todo implorava silenciosamente para que Louis o tomasse.

As mãos de Louis se moviam lentas, os dedos desenhando trilhas imaginárias nas curvas da bunda de Harry, que estava completamente à mercê dele. Louis apertava a carne de sua bunda com uma mistura de desejo e possessividade, aproveitando cada segundo daquela entrega. Ele rosnou baixinho, sentindo o prazer se espalhar por seu corpo, cada toque em Harry só servia para intensificar o desejo que ele mal conseguia conter.

Harry beijava a sua ereção sofrida, apertada, vazada que latejada a cada contato superficial dos lábos dele.

E Louis afundou a língua aspera na entradinha de Harry que quase demoronou em cima de Louis que sorriu de forma sacana.

— Ah, você gosta disso, não é? — Louis murmurou, com a voz rouca, enquanto passava a língua devagar pela pele sensível de Harry. Ele subiu o músculo úmido deixando um rastro molhado, até a afundar na entrada rosada que o deixava insano. Louis penetrava a pontinha da língua, indo e voltando. — Gosta de estar assim, toda entregue pra mim Harry gemia, sua voz era quase um sussurro entrecortado pelo prazer que sentia. Ele se contorcia contra a boca de Louis, sem se importar com nada além do que estava acontecendo ali, naquele momento. Cada toque era uma tortura deliciosa, cada lambida de Louis parecia incendiar seu corpo inteiro, enquanto as suas mãos exploravam cada centímetro de Harry, deixando marcas que diziam claramente a quem ele pertencia.

— Lou... — A voz de Harry se desfazia em um gemido rouco enquanto ele se inclinava mais, os lábios roçando no volume evidente de Louis, ainda coberto pelo tecido da bermuda. Tão próximo, tão tentadoramente próximo, que Louis mal conseguia conter o desejo.

— Isso, assim… tão bom pra mim — Harry murmurava, mantendo a boca no membro de Louis, o provocando com a respiração quente.

Desesperado pelo prazer e pela necessidade de sentir Louis de verdade, Harry puxou a bermuda dele para baixo, libertando o pau e as bolas de Louis. Louis gemeu ao sentir os lábios de Harry deslizarem na sua entrada, enquanto a respiração dele se tornava mais pesada e urgente.

Harry arfava, o corpo inteiro entregue, cada toque de Louis despertando uma reação nele. Os dedos de Louis exploravam seu corpo com firmeza, e a sensação de ser tão desejado fazia Harry perder o controle, ao ponto de ele abocanhar a glande sensível de Louis, descendo até onde conseguia, gemendo, fazendo todo o comprimento de Louis vibrar de prazer.

— Isso, bebê — Louis sussurrou contra a pele de Harry, beijando e mordendo a bunda dele, provocando-o ainda mais. Louis já não sabia mais qual prazer o deixava mais insano, se era a entrada de Harry se contraindo ao toque da sua língua ou a boca dele o chupando, gemendo e o cobrindo com desejo. A barba de Louis roçava nas nádegas de Harry, intensificando cada sensação, deixando-o mais sensível.

Harry não se conteve e começou a rebolar, gostoso demais, na língua de Louis, que logo acertou um tapa firme em sua bunda, arrancando um gemido de Harry. A entrada dele se contraía sem parar, enquanto o próprio prazer escorria, manchando o peito de Louis.

Deslizando as unhas pelas coxas de Louis, Harry as arranhava até alcançar as bolas cheias e inchadas, ansiosas para se esvaziarem em sua boca.

— Porra, amor, você me chupa tão bem… — Louis murmurou, gemendo, enquanto enfiava dois dedos de uma vez na entrada de Harry, que, tomado pelo prazer, levou todo o comprimento de Louis na boca, emitindo gemidos abafados e enlouquecidos, fazendo Louis gemer junto, alto e descontrolado.

Quando Louis sentiu que estava chegando ao limite, ele afastou o pau da boca de Harry e mordeu a coxa dele, sussurrando:

— Você só vai gozar hoje no meu pau, bebê.

Louis adicionou mais um dedo, estocando firme, massageando a área sensível de Harry por dentro. E, enquanto o fazia, ergueu o quadril e deslizou seu pau novamente na boca de Harry, que o chupava com mais intensidade, como se quisesse sentir cada pedacinho de prazer.

Quando Louis já não conseguia mais se conter, ele trocou as posições, jogando Harry no gramado e se posicionando por cima dele, o olhar dominador e decidido. Eles estavam no centro do campo, as arquibancadas vazias, o estádio aberto, apenas os dois ali, entregues ao momento, sem ninguém para interromper.

O campo era deles, e naquele instante, nada mais importava além de um ao outro.

Louis pairava sobre Harry, os olhos azuis cintilando em um misto de desejo e possessividade. Harry estava deitado no gramado, a respiração entrecortada, as bochechas ruborizadas e os olhos semicerrados, completamente à mercê de Louis que deslizou as mãos firmes pelo corpo de Harry, sentindo a pele quente, arrepiada sob seus dedos. Ele pressionou o quadril contra o de Harry, o fazendo gemer baixinho e arquear o corpo em direção a ele, buscando mais contato. Com um sorriso satisfeito, Louis se inclinou e deslizou a boca pelo pescoço de Harry, beijando e mordiscando, deixando marcas pela pele.

— Você não sabe o que me faz sentir —Louis murmurou, a voz grave e rouca, enquanto sua mão descia pelas costas de Harry, parando na curva da cintura, onde ele apertou com firmeza. — Me deixa completamente louco.

Harry suspirou, os olhos fixos nos de Louis, que o encaravam intensamente, como se ele fosse a única coisa no mundo que importava. Ele mordeu o lábio, mal conseguindo conter o desejo que crescia dentro dele, cada toque de Louis acendendo chamas que o consumiam de dentro para fora.

— Então mostra, Lou — Harry sussurrou desafiador e ao mesmo tempo entregue, a voz suave, mas cheia de provocação.

Louis sorriu, aceitando o desafio. Ele puxou Harry para mais perto, o corpo dele se moldando ao seu de maneira perfeita. As mãos de Louis exploravam cada centímetro da pele de Harry, e ele o puxou com força, deslizando uma perna entre as suas, enquanto tomava a boca de Harry com um beijo faminto, suas línguas se entrelaçando, uma dança de necessidade e urgência.

Sem romper o contato visual, Louis começou a mover o quadril contra o de Harry, a fricção dos membros nus arrancando gemidos baixos dos dois. A cada movimento, a tensão entre eles só aumentava, o desejo crescendo até um ponto de ebulição.

Louis segurou as coxas de Harry, o puxando ainda mais para si, os dedos tatuados afundando na carne macia enquanto ele o observava, absorvendo cada reação, cada arfar, cada gemido que escapava dos lábios de Harry.

— Isso, bebê, quero você assim… todo meu — Louis sussurrou com aquele tom possessivo e sedutor, deslizando os lábios pelo pescoço de Harry, deixando um rastro de beijos quentes até seu ombro, onde mordeu suavemente, arrancando um gemido trêmulo de Harry, que se arqueou, implorando por mais.

Harry começou a mover os quadris devagar, rebolando de forma provocativa contra Louis, sentindo a excitação dele firme contra si. A cada movimento, novos gemidos escapavam dos lábios dos dois, como se criassem uma sinfonia de desejo em perfeita sintonia. Louis apertava sua cintura com força, os olhos intensos, acompanhando o ritmo cada vez mais intenso, a fricção levando-os mais perto do limite.

— Porra, Harry… — Louis murmurou, a voz rouca de desejo, sem mais conseguir conter a intensidade do momento.

Num impulso, Louis virou Harry de lado, o deitando no gramado fresco, e fofo e se posicionou por cima dele, segurando as pernas de Harry firmemente e capturando seus lábios em um beijo profundo e faminto. Cada toque era carregado de um desejo bruto, cada suspiro um lembrete da intensidade entre eles.

Com a respiração ofegante e os olhares fixos, Louis se alinhou contra a entrada de Harry, sentindo a pressão da glande roçando na pele quente dele. Harry ergueu a coxa, enlaçando a cintura de Louis, e arfou contra os lábios dele, os olhos conectados, um encarando o outro. Então, Louis empurrou o quadril com firmeza, penetrando Harry completamente, arrancando um gemido abafado que escapou contra os lábios de Louis. O contato era intenso, quase primitivo, como se cada toque entre eles marcasse o desejo que os consumia. Harry, completamente entregue, capturava o lábio de Louis entre os seus, chupando-o devagar, mordendo de leve, os dentes arranhando com provocação. Em um momento de ousadia, roçou até o nariz de Louis com seus próprios lábios, rindo entre suspiros.

Louis, perdido na intensidade de Harry, começou a se mover, os quadris encontrando um ritmo que deixava ambos à beira do delírio. Suas mãos seguravam com força as coxas de Harry o puxando para si a cada estocada, como se quisesse se fundir com ele. Cada investida trazia um suspiro, um gemido, e os dois se encaravam, olhos vidrados e respirações descompassadas, criando uma conexão que ia além do físico.

Harry enlaçava os braços ao redor do pescoço de Louis, o querendo ainda mais perto, enquanto os movimentos do jogador ganhavam intensidade. Ele rebolava devagar a cada investida, provocando Louis, que perdia o controle aos poucos, os lábios entreabertos em gemidos roucos que ecoavam no ar.

— Droga, Louis... mais... — Harry gemeu entre um beijo e outro, os olhos semiabertos, ofegantes, sentindo cada fibra do seu corpo se acender ao toque de Louis. Ele se apertava contra o corpo dele, o incentivando a não parar, enquanto a tensão entre eles atingia o limite, como se nada além daquele momento importasse.

Sentindo a entrega completa de Harry, Louis, com os músculos tensos e a respiração falha, intensificou o ritmo. Seus quadris se moviam com precisão e força, acertando a próstata de Harry, que deixou escapar um grito, ecoando pelo campo vazio, se perdendo no silêncio ao redor deles.

— Ah, Louis… — Harry arfou, e, em resposta ao prazer avassalador, suas unhas se cravaram nas costas de Louis, deixando marcas quentes na pele dele, o trazendo ainda mais perto, como se precisasse tê-lo ainda mais junto. O toque dos corpos, o calor que compartilhavam, só aumentava o desejo de Louis, que, sentindo as mãos de Harry em suas costas e os gemidos abafados no seu pescoço, perdia cada vez mais o controle. Seus olhos se fechavam de puro prazer, os lábios entreabertos enquanto tentava conter o próprio êxtase.

Louis acelerou o ritmo, guiado pelo impulso de Harry, que o enlaçava com as pernas, os pés pressionando-o para ir mais fundo, mais forte. As mãos de Louis apertavam com firmeza a cintura suada de Harry, os dedos cravando-se na pele enquanto suas estocadas se intensificavam. A cada movimento, os gemidos de Harry ficavam mais altos, os olhos cerrados em puro prazer, completamente entregue ao momento.

— Tão bom… — Harry sussurrou com a voz rouca, quando Louis os virou de lado, o mantendo próximo, um de frente para o outro. A coxa de Harry se acomodou por cima do quadril de Louis, e ele continuou, investindo com força, fazendo Harry arfar a cada movimento, os corpos em perfeita sintonia.

— Sim? — Louis sussurrou, indo devagar, prolongando o prazer dos dois e criando uma tensão deliciosa

no ar.

— Sim... — Harry respondeu em um sussurro, completamente entregue, enquanto Louis acelerava o ritmo, fazendo seu corpo vibrar de desejo.

As respirações entrecortadas e gemidos se misturavam ao redor deles até que Louis, em um último impulso, acelerou ao máximo, segurando Harry com força enquanto selava seus lábios num beijo profundo, desesperado. O beijo abafava os gemidos que escapavam de ambos, intensos e incontroláveis, enquanto o prazer os atingia como uma onda, explodindo dentro deles. Louis engoliu os gemidos de Harry, assim como Harry engoliu os seus, quando, em uma estocada firme, Louis acertou a próstata de Harry, fazendo-o gozar, o prazer escorrendo pela barriga de Louis. Ao mesmo tempo, Louis se liberou em jatos fortes e intensos dentro de Harry, que gemeu de satisfação, sentindo o calor do namorado preenchê-lo.

Harry se contorcia, gemendo manhoso e movendo os quadris devagar, enquanto Louis, decidido a prolongar o orgasmo dos dois, começou a estocar lentamente, saboreando cada momento. Ele queria que Harry sentisse cada onda de prazer, cada carícia.

— Você é tudo pra mim, Harry — Louis murmurou a voz suave, enquanto os dois trocavam um olhar cúmplice, sorrisos satisfeitos, compartilhando o silêncio confortável e a paz depois da intensidade.

— E você é o meu — Harry respondeu, iluminando o ambiente com um sorriso lindo, enquanto selava os lábios de Louis mais uma vez em um beijo lento e cheio de carinho, encerrando aquele momento perfeito entre eles.

— Vamos para casa! — Louis sussurrou, envolvendo Harry em um abraço apertado, como se quisesse protegê-lo de tudo ao redor.

Harry se aninhou contra ele, se sentindo seguro e amado, afirmando com a cabeça devagar, como se dissesse que estava pronto para o que quer que viesse a seguir.

Selando sua resposta com um beijo carinhoso, ele expressou sua gratidão por ter alguém que o cuidava de maneira tão profunda.

A casa dos dois não era uma construção de tijolos, cimento e areia; a casa deles era feita de amor e carinho, dos abraços apertados e dos sussurros suaves, da confiança que compartilhavam em cada olhar. Era um lar construído nos braços um do outro, onde cada momento juntos se tornava uma nova memória, cada riso uma nova parede, e cada beijo um alicerce que os unia ainda mais. Sabendo que, onde quer que estivessem, sempre teriam um ao outro.

Era pra ser postada ontem, mas ontem foi meu aniversário, então não consegui finalizar, por isso eu estou trazendo a ultima one votada da primeira enquete. Desculpem novamente!

Obrigada pela sua leitura e até breve! 🪽

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yois2aki · 7 months ago

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𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO X READER (REQUEST)

SUMMARY: chishiya is not very fond of the fact that your habit of flirting with any living being isn't reserved to him and him only.

WARNINGS: fluff, use of y/n once, jealous chishiya, lots of flirting, mentions of drugging someone but it doesn't actually happen, beach arc.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

"next, y/n is going to enter the..." chishiya abruptly stopped himself in the words to take a moment and stare directly at your eyes. "are you even listening to anything we're saying?"

it was late at night, and kuina was fighting for her life to not pass out on the couch of the random, actually clean room you guys were too lucky to find at the beach hotel. chishiya had been spending a bit too much of his time planning and scheming a way of stealing all the cards gained by the members and successfully getting out of this place he dreaded so much.

too bad for him, and perhaps kuina, who just wanted to spend a good night of rest for once, was disinterested in his meticulous plans, it seemed. instead, your gaze was fixated on his eyes, but it had been like that for the past five minutes, and he couldn't help but grow skeptical of the way you would barely blink.

"your eyes must have distracted me, pretty boy." you couldn't help but let out an inaudible chuckle at the way he just lifted a hand to his temples and sighed, clearly not having the same fun you were.

"that one was your worst," kuina commented on the scene, rolling her eyes. at this point, she was already used to your romantic remarks that surged out of nowhere. "at least for today..."

"it sounds to me you're just jealous." you ended up winking her way. "would you like some attention as well, kuina?"

and that damned smirk stayed on your face for the whole interaction. that was probably it for kuina, consumed by fatigue and a burning headache, she got up, strolling her way to the door. "we aren't doing anything productive anyway."

"you're leaving me here with them?" chishiya asked with a nonchalant voice, clearly not caring whether you would get offended by this or not. he seemed just as tired as kuina, and your childish habits, as he would describe them, weren't of much help.

you couldn't help but feign surprise, your mouth opening agape but somehow still carrying a teasing smirk. you liked where this was going—and messing with people's heads.

"that's on you for arranging our meetings so late at night." and with that, kuina made herself out of the room, looking like she'd pass out in the next five minutes.

you would describe your relationship with these two people as a simple one, apart from the occasional flirting that you decided to randomly add on the most sudden occasions. if you admitted that people hadn't already thought you were cheating on one of them after flirting with a stranger during a game, you would be lying. it turns out you were just good with words, and making people flustered was your forte. what made you so attached to these was probably the fact they would only ignore your constant teasing, which led you to just stick around—surely they could benefit from your manipulation tactics. suddenly you had made up a goal in your mind to get some reaction out of them, especially chishiya, since the guy never seemed to be fazed by anything.

as your face turned back to chishiya, you straight up noticed he didn't look the happiest, instead getting up and grabbing whatever stuff he brought with him.

"where are you going so soon?" there was that demonic voice of yours once again. "also, what did you mean by leaving you alone with me?"

you weren't sure why you kept the innocent talk, knowing both of you knew that wasn't your actual intention. you knew chishiya tried his best to ignore your remarks all the time, but he was growing tired of them. and it seemed the tiredness finally got to him, as if his patience wasn't already running thin.

"that's none of your business." he sourly replied, his back turned to you as he didn't dare to move away. "tatta's probably still awake; you can go and bother him instead of us."

"why are you so mean?" you whined out, relishing the comfort of the couch you were still sitting on. "you would even flirt back when we first met; now you're just grumpy all the time."

"after finding out you do it with everyone, it stopped being fun." you could swear that if he had mumbled a tiny bit lower, you wouldn't have heard what he said. perhaps that was his intention, but you had to thank your captive ears.

a smile only didn't creep up on your face immediately because you needed a moment to actually understand what he said. but as soon as it did, he knew it was over for him.

"chishiya," you jumped from the couch, walking towards him, suddenly forgetting it was way past midnight as you two were having this conversation. "you're jealous!"

even though he wasn't physically turned your way, it was easy to see that he let out the longest sigh just by the movement of his shoulders.

"go to sleep." he was quick to try and get you to lay down, which obviously didn't work as you weren't able to contain your giggles and chuckles upon finding out about this underground information.

he quickly wondered if you had woken up any of the other residents of the beach rooms with all your noises, but was quickly brought away from his thinking line as you abruptly wrapped your arms around his waist and tried to peek at his face through the crook of his neck.

"get off me," he commanded with a more certain voice. you were glad he was too consumed by exhaustion to just push you away, giggling in his ear as if you had just found out the most crucial secret of this damned world.

"no way." he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, and against his own will, chishiya felt his heart race. "you could have just told me; I'd have reserved my flirting for you and you only!"

chishiya, at a certain point, didn't know if he was supposed to feel flustered, awkward, or tired all at the same time. somehow, he managed to tear you away to get some sleep, as in, away from you. what he was certain of was that you were never seen again flirting with anyone other than the man himself. even kuina felt skeptical of it and how things changed so much after a simple night.

"how come they stopped trying to faze me?" kuina interrogated Chishiya on another day, standing next to chishiya while playing with her dummy cigarette. "not that i miss it, but after last week, they've been weirdly... sane?"

at that, chishiya let out a small chuckle as they both stared endlessly at your back. "i gave them some drugs."

"huh?!"

A/N: aaaah i finally posted something new... i took a little bit of my time to write this bc i didn't want to leave my requests full.... i still have some to get to so i hope u guys are patient ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also i changed themes bc i can never stick to something for too long, hope u guys liked it !!!

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INTERVIEW: Lottie Tomlinson: we lost our mum and sister. Louis saved me

At the age of 20, the sister of One Direction singer Louis had already lost her mother, Johannah, and sister Félicité. Now 25, the social media star has written a book about how they coped

Alice Thomson | Tuesday July 23 2024, 5.00pm BST, The Times

Losing Mum was so hard. I was only a teenager but at least I knew that her death was a possibility, even though she didn’t accept it. She was 47 and had cancer. But when my sister died three years later, I was on this hotel balcony in Bali and I was screaming, ‘No, my baby sister, no.’ The pain was indescribable. I kept thinking, ‘Why me? This can’t be happening again. When is this going to end?’ ”

We are sitting on Lottie Tomlinson’s immaculate white sofa in her pristine white house in Chislehurst, southeast London, where she is curled up in tiny shorts with a perfect tan and impeccably applied make-up. But her French manicured nails are digging so hard into the sofa I think they might snap, the heart tattoo on her minuscule wrist is throbbing and her eyelashes are clogged with tears.

Her life sounds blessed. The influencer has 4.8 million Instagram followers waiting for her to dispense advice on how to apply mascara; the fake tan brand, Tanologist, that she launched at 19 has gone global; and she has a devoted fiancé, Lewis Burton, who runs a luxury concierge business and whose former girlfriend was the late Caroline Flack. They have an adorable son called Lucky, who is dripping ice cream on her marble counters. Her new book is also called Lucky Girl; her older brother is Louis Tomlinson of One Direction and she was touring the world with the band as a make-up artist at 16.

But after her mother died when she was 18, Tomlinson was left looking after her younger sister and two sets of twin siblings, aged eight and two, while creating her businesses, and trying to process her grief. Her father had left their home in Doncaster years before after a battle with alcohol. “Dad had a drinking problem. We’d see glimpses of his good side but he let us down,” she says. “I ended up trying to take care of him rather than the other way round.”

When her mother died, life felt bleak, “I lost the one person who loved me unconditionally, and then when my sister Fizz [Félicité] died of an accidental overdose, I thought I could never be happy again,” she says. “I found the lead-up to Mother’s Day devastating without my sister as well. It was a constant reminder that I was now different from my friends. In my dreams, my mum was still there; she was alive. I woke up feeling comforted, only to realise that she’d gone.”

Tomlinson, who is now 25 and a patron of the bereavement charity Sue Ryder, moves easily between telling you how to apply the best tan and how to talk about death. She cares passionately about both subjects and takes them equally seriously, worried that I’ve never tried a bronzer or used foundation before asking how I coped when my mother died during the pandemic. Her soft Yorkshire accent is both reassuring and no-nonsense.

Born near Doncaster, she was only two when Fizz was born and six when the first twins arrived. “I’ve always been the big sister — Fizz and I each got one and then more twins six years later.” While Louis had his own space, the girls all shared one room with bunk beds. “It was chaos, but my mum, Johannah, was a midwife and loved being pregnant and having so many babies,” she explains. “I used to be in awe of the way she could feed the twins at once, one on each hip. She would do the night shifts, while I held the fort at home.”

Within a few years, Tomlinson would be touring America, Asia and Europe, flying first class with Louis, part of the biggest boy band in the world, but until she was 15, the family had only ever gone to France once a year all packed into a seven-seater car, with her mother’s new partner, snacks laid out in the middle. They stayed in a caravan park. On a Sunday, a treat was to go to their mother’s hospital to see the babies.

While Louis just wanted to sing, play the guitar and listen to Oasis, the girls were obsessed with make-up. “From the age of 12, I struggled academically, but I loved cropped clothes and my mum’s highlighters and mascaras.” She learnt how to apply everything from YouTube tutorials, rather than doing algebra. “We didn’t have much money — we sometimes couldn’t afford to top up the electricity meter so used candles — but everything my mum earned she spent on us. We all looked immaculate — I remember her being horrified when I dyed my hair orange. So it was lovely later when we could treat her.”

Saturday nights were spent watching The X Factor. “My mother and brother kept applying; in 2010, he got in and the whole family went for the audition. We believed in him, but we never thought it would go that far.” One day the family were going to the live shows, the next the boy band was formed with Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. “He was 18. For my mum it was a big shock. It was all so sudden. The press and fans were in our front garden every day.”

The older twins had already made their first TV appearances — they sound like Doncaster’s Von Trapps. “My mother was gently pushy,” Tomlinson says, smiling at the thought. “When I didn’t get good enough GCSEs to stay at school, she sent me off to join Louis on tour as work experience. I was so scared. I remember her ringing up Lou [Teasdale], their hair and make-up artist, and saying, ‘Lottie has not got through to sixth form; she’s going to come and assist you.’ I was in the car going, ‘No, please don’t.’ But it ended up being the best thing that happened to me. I went for a week and stayed two years. Lou and I are still so close.”

Suddenly, the two eldest Tomlinson children were circling the world, eating room service and ducking the paparazzi hanging out of helicopters taking snaps. “At first Louis didn’t really want his little sister gate crashing his new rock-star life, but now it feels like the best time of our lives — we experienced that craziness together,” she says.

The teenage Tomlinson found it harder to cope with being photographed wherever she went. “I had some puppy fat which made me very self-aware, and the filler culture was coming in and I felt I had to look perfect.” She had her lips done first at 17. “Then I became addicted: cheek filler, jaw filler, more make-up, blonder hair, slimmer and more tanned. My mum thought I looked perfect, but I was always searching.”

Five years later, when she became pregnant with Lucky and her lips started to swell and crack, she realised she didn’t need the enhancements any more. “I had everything removed, the false eyelashes too. It was liberating.” She kept her boob job, however. “That was just enhancement,” she says laughing. “The rest radically changed the way I looked. My breasts also got huge when I was pregnant and it was a bit painful. But I still breastfed. I loved carrying my child. I felt fantastic even when I was sick and exhausted.”

She leans forward, wraps her bronzed arms around her stomach and whispers, “I am pregnant again. We don’t know yet if it’s a boy or girl. It’s only 13 weeks, so this is the first time I’ve said it publicly. I think I want a big family. I loved having Lucky but after a year I wanted to give him siblings.”

Tomlinson’s influencer career began once she established herself on tour. Soon everything she did, even dying her roots rainbow-coloured, went viral and fashion companies from Asos to Dior wanted in on it. “I was just going for it. I couldn’t believe the money I was making and spending — money I didn’t know existed as a child.”

Then suddenly her mum came home from holiday with flu. “She didn’t want to get out of bed. The doctors quite quickly told her she had leukaemia and she went straight to London for treatment. It all happened so fast. I remember being in London at work and getting a call from her partner — she couldn’t say the words herself, it was too hard for her.” The family were told it was treatable. “We kept so much hope.”

Her mother asked the family to keep her illness secret. “It was hard because you feel so isolated, but I understood. Louis was in the public eye and she didn’t want him questioned. She was determined to fight it and didn’t want everyone pitying her. My friends noticed I was acting differently for a few months. But I wanted to respect her wishes. It was her one request.”

She also dropped everything to go back to Doncaster to help her grandparents with the twins. “The younger ones were two and I wanted to keep everything as normal as possible. I can’t imagine what my mum was feeling leaving her kids to go to hospital.

“I would take them down and treasure seeing her — we tried to keep it light, no serious conversation. The only way Mum could cope was to keep it normal. Then, when the doctors said the transfusions hadn’t worked, she came home to die.”

Tomlinson tries to sound matter-of-fact. “We went to see her in hospital in Sheffield and the next morning we woke up and were told she had died. We felt numb. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves. Now I am involved with the Sue Ryder charity, I am surprised we were offered no support or counselling at all, from the GP, the teachers, the professionals. They all kept away.” Her nan and grandad picked up the pieces.

It’s not surprising she can’t remember the funeral. “I just remember getting really drunk to numb the pain. I couldn’t come to terms with it. I can’t even remember how we organised it. My instinct was to take over as the eldest girl and step into my mum’s shoes so that is what I did.” Meanwhile, her older brother, who was launching his solo career, ensured there was enough money. “He’s incredibly generous. We looked after each other.”

Tomlinson returned to London months later, after her grandmother said she needed to become a role model for her siblings. Her younger sister Fizz worried her most. “She was very academic — she got straight A’s without trying — but she always said she felt different. She was bottling her grief for so long; it was too much and made her turn to other things. I think Mum’s death destroyed her. Only my mum seemed to understand her. If she had been offered some help at the start, things might have been different.”

Meanwhile, Tomlinson’s self-tanning brand was soon being sold in Los Angeles, New York and Australia, while her own fanbase grew; she hardly ever needed to pay for drinks, meals or holidays. However, she finds the term influencer obnoxious. “I don’t want to act like I tell people what to do. I am more of a content creator,” she explains. “I get paid by brands to create content for their clothes or beauty products and promote that to my followers. I also wanted my own business. I was quite aware that, at the end of the day, I was just working with an app. That’s why I started Tanologist with my business partner. I was always using tanning treatments that would end up turning my sheets orange and my face would break out in spots — this is more natural.”

Louis was also forging his career as a solo artist, eventually creating the song Two of Us about his mother’s death. “We were always so proud of Louis and what he was doing. We were not going to match up to being a global superstar, but we didn’t want to — ‘successful’ looks different for everyone,” she says.

But her sister Fizz was slipping and struggling. “She was old enough to do what she wanted at 19; she was partying and taking stuff to numb everything. She did go into rehab but to me it didn’t feel like an addiction problem, but a way to blank out her grief.” When Tomlinson was invited to Bali, she asked Fizz whether she wanted her to stay behind. “She said she was OK, and then it happened while I was away,” she says. (Fizz accidentally overdosed on cocaine, an anxiety drug and painkillers, her inquest found.) “Louis called me…” She stops talking.

The shock of a second death must have been devastating. She doesn’t speak for a minute while she twists her huge diamond engagement ring. “We weren’t mentally prepared,” she eventually says. “I can’t even remember if the two funerals were in the same church. I think grief has affected my memory a lot and that’s quite common. Grief is such a powerful emotion; it takes up a lot of your brain.”

Five years later, she now knows how to remain positive. “I had an amazing mum for 18 years. I have the most amazing family, my little boy and my career, and that is because of her. The same with Fizz — I had an amazing sister. It’s heartbreaking they aren’t with us any more, but they are together and they are looking out for me,” she says, sounding as though she is repeating a mantra.

Having a baby made her feel closer to them both. “He was a boy — it’s funny, he actually looks a lot like Louis did — and I thought, this is what my mother must have felt. But then I had so many questions I couldn’t ask, even more because she was a midwife.”

Her biggest problem was her terror that something terrible would happen to her son. “I became fixated [on the idea that] something bad would happen to him, so I couldn’t sleep. You go to the worst-case scenario, because that’s happened to you twice, to two of the closest people in your life. I couldn’t turn the lights off at night; I needed to see him all the time. Luckily, it calmed down quite quickly.”

We are still flitting between her story and advice on make-up, exercise and clothes.

“I like sharing advice. If a child lost their mother, I would say there is no magic answer. But the point of this book is to show that you can have tragic things happen and still keep going.”

What would the 25-year-old now say to her younger self, struggling at her second funeral at the age of 20? “I would say, ‘You are going to be OK; you will live a nice life.’ I didn’t think I could. I thought this will be a really sad, lonely life without my mum and sister. I wouldn’t have believed then that I could be happy again. But it would have been nice to hear.”

Lucky Girl by Lottie Tomlinson (Bonnier, £22). To order a copy go to timesbookshop.co.uk. Free UK standard P&P on orders over £25. Special discount available for Times+ members

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