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harryminhaputinha · 2 years ago

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And when i sleep, i'm gonna dream of how you tasted.

Avisos: Contém somnophilia, Ambos os personagens maiores de idade (19 e 37), Daddy Kink (papai), Harry sendo tratado em ambos pronomes, Spanking bem leve, degradation bem leve também, porn with plot, size king (Louis mais alto que o Harry).

Essa one foi postada primeiramente no Wattpad, mas assim como as de outros autores, foi excluída, então resolvi repostar aqui.

Escrevi essa one shot mais como um teste para testar minha escrita depois de um longo tempo, então não coloquei muitos fetiches e etc. Espero que gostem e me perdoem qualquer erro.

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-Papai, por que não? - Harry pergunta fazendo um biquinho e cruzando os braços.

-Já te disse, suas notas foram péssimas esse bimestre, como você quer terminar a escola se não foca nos estudos?

-Mas eu fiquei na média em todas.

-Tirou seis em todas as matérias, você acha realmente que isso é suficiente? Eu te dou de tudo, você não tem nenhuma obrigação além dos estudos, tudo que você precisa você tem na mão.

-Mas a escola é tãooo chata, não sei porque eu preciso terminá-la se o senhor vai me bancar quando eu terminar.

-Harry, você precisa ter estudo meu amor, não importa se não irá trabalhar, você quer ficar burro ou algo do tipo? Você já está dois anos atrasado, quer reprovar mais um?

-O senhor sabe muito bem que não reprovei duas vezes por que quis.

-Eu sei meu amor, mas agora sua vida é diferente, você pode e deve estudar.

Harry nada diz apenas se vira na direção da janela do carro, emburrado porque sabia que seu papai estava certo.

- Não me chame mais de Harry.

-Tudo bem, me desculpe, mas por favor, promete que no próximo bimestre vai tentar melhorar.-Ele coloca as mãos nos cachos delicados do menor e faz carinho sentindo Harry se derreter.

-Vou tentar, não prometo nada.

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Então Harry estava olhando uma loja de roupas online, tinha cada peça linda que ele precisava experimentar, tudo bem que seu closet estava lotado de coisas que ele nunca usou, mas que culpa ele tem se saiu de moda antes dele usar? Tinha uma saia tão bonita e ele definitivamente precisava dela, ele já até se imaginava vestindo ela e pensando nas combinações que ele podia fazer junto com suas outras peças. E pensando assim ele logo desceu as escadas na direção do escritório de seu papai, dando breves batidinhas antes de entrar.

-Oi papai, está ocupado?- Ele entra e vê Louis sentado de terno parecendo muito concentrado no seus computadores de última geração.

-O que foi princesa? Papai nunca está ocupado pra você. - Ele rapidamente presta atenção no menino de cachos que entra na sala e da leve batidinhas em sua perna indicando pra ele sentar ali, logo tendo um Harry animado indo em sua direção e colocando os braços ao redor do seu pescoço.

-Você sabe o que eu estava fazendo? -Ele pergunta fazendo uma carinha inocente e feliz.

-Estudando eu espero.

-Não papai, o que eu mais gosto de fazer no mundo? - Harry perguntou revirando os olhos.

-Sentar no meu pau?

-Tá, qual a segunda coisa que eu mais gosto de fazer?

-Compras.

-Acertou! Eu acabei de achar uma loja com roupas lindas e que estão na moda, você acredita? - Ele fala empolgado com brilho nos olhos.

-Não. - Louis responde sem revira voltas e se concentra novamente em seu computador.

-Por que não? Os preços são baratinhos e…

-Você sabe que dinheiro não é o problema aqui, suas notas ou a falta delas são. Já te disse que enquanto você não melhorar vai ficar sem receber seus mimos, e além do mais seu closet está lotado de roupas que você não usa, pegue uma caixa e coloque tudo aquilo que seja desnecessário e nós vamos doar.

- Não papai! Minhas roupas. - O menino coloca a mão esmaltada sobre o peito como se tivesse tirando algo de si.

-Amor você não usa metade daquilo tudo, e tem muita gente que precisa.

-Mas eu gosto delas, elas carregam uma carga emocional comigo por favor. Elas são necessárias.

-Se fossem, você não precisaria comprar outras não é?

-Papai…

-Faz o que eu estou mandando agora, e logo depois vai estudar. - Louis fala duro e Harry treme em seu colo, saindo rapidamente dali e descendo as escadas bufando.

Seu papai não entendia.

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Harry estava olhando para cada uma daquelas lindas peças de roupa sentindo uma vontade surreal de chorar, porque ele não poderia simplesmente mantê-las em seu closet? Lá tinha espaço suficiente, ele não conseguia se desfazer delas era tão difícil, mesmo que ele não usasse a maioria ali. Cada peça de roupa dobrada e colocada em um container era um nó de choro que engolia.

Ele continua nesse processo desgastante até que ouve passos vindo do corredor, ele tenta não fazer muito caso sabendo que é seu papai, e em menos de segundos a porta é aberta pelo mesmo.

-Vejo que está fazendo o que eu te pedi.- Louis diz quando entra e se senta na cama coberta por um lençol rosa e cheia de pelúcias, ele espera por uma resposta que nunca vem. - O que aconteceu? Não vai mais me responder?

O mais novo continua ali sentadinho no chão dobrando cada peça, fingindo que não existe ninguém além dele e aquele mar de roupas no quarto.

-Tudo isso porque te pedi pra doar as roupas que você não usa? - Mais silêncio e mais peças de roupas sendo colocadas no container. - Puta mimada. Estou falando com você, me responda! - Louis segura o queixo do mais novo entre os dedos e puxa com brutalidade em sua direção, ouvindo um suspiro surpreso escapando dos lábios gorduchos e rosinhas do menor.

-Não quero falar com você papai. - Ele desvia do aperto e volta a dobrar as roupas.

-Porque não?

-Minhas roupas papai, elas são minhas, por favor me deixe ficar com elas. - O mais novo faz um biquinho nos lábios e os olhos começam a marejar.

-Presta atenção, pare com essa atitude egoísta, você tem muitas roupas que não utiliza e tem muito mais pessoas em situações precárias que precisam mais delas do que você, achei que você entenderia já que esteve no lugar delas um dia, não vou te forçar a nada mas gostaria que você tivesse empatia. - Tomlinson diz já estressado com aquele show todo e sai do quarto.

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Já era de noite e Harry estava cansado e com os braços doendo de tanta roupa pra dobrar, ele tentou deixar apenas as peças que realmente utilizava com frequência no closet, ficando por fim com quatro contêineres cheios de roupas. Ele se sente exausto e só quer um banho, mas seu peito ainda aperta pensando no fato de que seu papai está chateado com ele. Não é que ele seja egoísta, ele apenas não acha justo que ele tenha que fazer isso depois de viver tanto tempo sem nada, ele se apegou a cada mísero pedaço da vida nova e acabou se tornando possessivo sobre aquilo que começou a ser de posse dele.

Então em passos acanhados ele chega no quarto do mais velho batendo levemente na porta, ouvindo um breve "entre". Ele entra lentamente e fecha a porta vendo o quarto escuro apenas iluminado pelo abajur.

- Posso acender a luz? - O mais novo pergunta vendo um breve assentir vindo de Louis, logo ele aperta o dedo no interruptor e o quarto é iluminado. - Queria falar com o senhor.

-Diga.

-Eu... Não sou egoísta…

-Não foi o que pareceu. - Ele cruza os braços deixando seus músculos mais evidentes fazendo com que o mais novo se perca rapidamente ali por um momento.

-Eu apenas...Eu tenho um problema com isso...E…Eu...Hum…

-Estou escutando, tome seu tempo.

-Eu posso me sentar com o senhor? - Harry pergunta e Louis apenas se afasta pro lado batendo levemente no espaço ao seu lado na cama.

- Eu nunca tive nada, você...o senhor sabe disso, e agora eu apenas me torno obsessivo com essas coisas com medo de perdê-las, minha psicóloga disse isso.

-E porque fez todo aquele escândalo ao invés de tentar explicar o seu lado?

-Eu... Não sei. Pensei que não entenderia.

-E eu realmente não consigo entender, mas sinto muito por tudo que você teve que passar, porém agora, você tem tudo que você quer, ok? Eu nunca vou deixar nada faltar pra você, nunca. Peço que fale comigo da próxima vez, não quero mais que você aja dessa maneira. - O mais velho fala enquanto leva um dos cachos do mais novo pra trás da orelha vendo Harry assentir lentamente, preso em uma névoa de submissão. -Vá para o seu quarto.

- Posso dormir com o senhor hoje? - O cacheado pergunta mordendo os lábios.

- Hoje não.

-Mas papai… - Harry tenta contestar.

-Não consegue obedecer uma simples ordem?-Louis perguntou já ficando estressado, seu dia tinha sido cheio

-Boa noite papai. - O mais novo saiu cabisbaixo do quarto.

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Eram quase 3:00AM e Louis não conseguia dormir. Sua mente ficava martelando sobre Harry, ele teve um dia estressante e acabou descontando nele, e agora não parava de pensar sobre isso.

Vendo que não iria conseguir ter uma noite boa de sono enquanto não fosse até Harry, ele resolve ir para o quarto do cacheado. Encontrando um Harry encolhido entre os lençóis dormindo sereno.

Como ele conseguia apenas existir e ainda assim parecer a coisa mais linda que já existiu?

Ele desenrola a coberta do corpo miúdo vendo que Harry vestia apenas uma camisa preta que pertencia a ele com uma calcinha de renda branca e meias, não qualquer meias aquelas meias em específico. Quando Harry e Louis iniciaram seu relacionamento muito se foi discutido sobre os fetiches de cada um, e um dos mais fortes em comum era somnophilia, e então combinaram que pra que isso acontecesse quando eles não tinham conversado propriamente antes, eles poderiam usar uma meia, era como uma passagem, usando ela eles davam a liberdade um ao outro para que a cena acontecesse. E ele realmente veio até o quarto para se resolver com seu garoto, mas agora ele tinha outros planos, ainda mais que estava estressado das coisas do dia, e nada melhor que Harry para aliviá-lo, eles se conheciam tão bem que Louis não duvida que ele tenha feito isso de propósito.

Ele poderia passar horas ali admirando seu doce garoto e sua beleza inexplicável, mas ele tinha um trabalho a fazer, então ele retira lentamente a calcinha de renda do corpo bonito e pressiona seu dedo indicador na entradinha do mais novo que estava inchada e molhada, ele provavelmente ou obviamente tinha se tocado antes de dormir, o que mostra que não apenas ele mas Harry também teve dificuldades para dormir. Seu dedo rapidamente é engolido e o mais novo solta um suspiro ainda tomado pelo sono, ele faz movimentos leves entrando e saindo com os dedos, procurando a sua próstata, Harry se mexe na cama e pressiona suas coxas com força, dificultando um pouco o trabalho de Louis.

Harry começa a soltar gemidos e suspiro entre cortados e Louis sabe que ali ele achou, então ele continua naquele mesmo ângulo metendo e retirando seus dedos com mais força, e cada vez mais rápido, abrindo e fechando os dedos dentro dele, ele sente seu pau ficar cada vez mais duro e Harry soltar gemidos mais altos, com sua outra mão livre ele alcança o membro pulsante e começa a masturba-lo.

Ele sente seu pau pulsando mais fortemente na box e decide agir, ele rapidamente desce a peça e segura em seu pau quente, pesado e molhado, tudo que se passava em sua cabeça era o quanto queria enfiar seu pau naquele buraco apertado então sem mais delongas ele pressiona sua glande no buraquinho de Harry. Ele escuta um leve suspiro escapando dos lábios dele e isso o faz tomar a iniciativa para entrar de vez, rapidamente sendo engolido por aquelas paredes quentes e apertadas. Sua mão sobe e desce no membro molhado de Harry, indo da base ao topo e apertando a glande entre os dedos, não é necessário muito mais que isso para que o mais novo esteja gozando entre seus dedos, antes mesmo que ele possa sequer se mexer lá dentro.

Louis é saudado pela imensidão de um verde grama de olhos lacrimejados e um suspiro escapa da boca do menor rapidamente, seu peito sobe e desce e ele agarra o pulso do mais velho.

-Papai eu te amo, muito obrigada, eu precisava disso. - Ele disse enquanto tenta normalizar sua respiração.

-Eu te amo amor, estava com saudades. Se sente melhor? - Louis pergunta fazendo carinho nos cachinhos sendo cuidadoso e atencioso.

-Sim papai, você sempre sabe o melhor pra mim, sabe como eu me sinto mais relaxado depois de gozar dormindo, muito obrigada. Precisa de ajuda?

-Não amor, agora eu quero que você durma porque tem aula amanhã, papai vai voltar para o quarto quando acabar aqui mas você continua nesse ok? - Ele fala em um tom firme que significa que não tem como refutar aquilo e Harry assente com um biquinho nos lábios.

-Tudo Bem. Boa foda. - Ele deseja com um sorrisinho antes de cair no sono novamente.

-Puta cínica. - Louis fala entre um riso antes de finalmente começar a estocar pra cima dentro do interior apertado, a sensação de alívio o preenche rapidamente e ele não pode evitar o gemido de alívio que escapa dos seus lábios. A cada impulso ele sente seus olhos virarem na pálpebra, e ele vê estrelas de tão apertado e prazeroso que é, seus movimentos aceleram cada vez mais duro, sentindo as bolas baterem com força na bunda de Harry.

Ele desce as duas mãos rapidamente para as nádegas de Harry abrindo as duas bandas e com esse movimento ele vai mais fundo, e sente o garoto ir cada vez mais para trás e isso faz com que ele ouça com mais firmeza os gemidos leves de Harry. Seu peito subia e descia e seus dedinhos dos pés estavam entrelaçados. Ele vê aquele pescocinho branco em sua frente e não consegue evitar colocar a boca ali, sugando a pele com força para deixar marcas.

Seus movimentos tomam mais firmeza e ele se impulsiona para dentro do cuzinho apertado de Harry com mais rapidez, ele sente Harry apertando seu pau e se contraindo ao redor dele e ele puxa os cachos de Harry entre os dedos e isso é mais do que o suficiente para faze-lo derramar dentro de Harry toda a sua porra.

- Papai? Já acabou? - Harry acorda meio atordoado.

-Sim princesa, papai já acabou. - Louis deixa um beijo sereno nos cachos e desce sua boca pro ouvido do menor. - Você é sempre um ótimo menino Harry, papai sempre pode contar com você pequeno flashlight. - Ele termina fazendo um sorrisinho de satisfação preencher o rosto de Harry.

- O senhor poderia colocar o plug em mim? Não quero que seu esperma escape depois que o senhor se for. Quero me sentir cheio e quente. - Ele pede com um beicinho.

-Claro amor. O que você quiser. - Louis abre a gaveta ao lado da cabeceira da cama e encontra o plug preferido de Harry, de metal com um coração rosa na ponta, ele passa um lenço umedecido antes e já insere no buraco de Harry que estava vermelho e inchado escutando um suspiro dele. Passa a mão de leve nos cachos do mais novo antes de deixar um beijo na testa e sai do quarto, logo após se certificar que seu baby estava bem.

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Espero que tenham gostado. <3

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miley1harry · 1 year ago

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#twitter #icon #black and white #louis tomlinson #Harry Styles #larry #edits #larry one shot #louis icons #larry stylinson #My policeman

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cwrotes · 1 year ago

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hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect ; larry

college au | slice of life | 4.7.k

summary: “harry and louis have only met a couple of times thanks to a friend they have in common. now they go to this party where they don't know anyone and decide to give each other a chance. or where louis gets invited to a party by a friend who never shows up, and spending the night with a curly guy he vaguely recognizes is better than anything else.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Do we know each other?" questions the curly-haired man suddenly, with the same impression of the biotech student and doubt shimmering in the tenuousness of his features.

He has cocked his head to the right, so now one of his brown ripples falls deliberately down the side of his forehead.

"I think so," Louis replies absently, his tongue tingling around his words and his mind racing as he tries to figure out where they've met before.

So, he thinks, arduously, and the boy does too judging by the way he presses his thumb under his jaw and his forefinger spreads across the pinkish valley of his wet lips.

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bathroomtrapped · 2 months ago

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role reversal

#my ibis is begging to be shot atp its suffering so much #i have to reboot every file at least one #saw 2004 #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner stanheight #chainshipping #saw #larry art tag

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salfishersface · 10 months ago

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Fun With Friends || Larry Johnson || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - A game of truth or dare turns into something more with your best friends Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson. {NOT a Sal x Larry fic!}

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You were sitting in Larry’s bedroom in the basement flat of Addison Apartments with both Larry and Sal. The three of you were smoking, drinking and generally just having a good time. It was four in the morning and there was no sign of anybody going to sleep when Larry piped up, “let’s play truth or dare.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. It was such a childish game and yet, you couldn’t help but say yes to him. Sal looked to Larry in confusion and asked, “how do you play?”

“You’ve never played truth or dare?” Larry asked, watching as Sal shook his head while he tightened the loosening prosthetic to his face. You sighed to yourself at this movement. You wish Sal felt more comfortable around you to remove his prosthetic after all, you’d been friends for years. However you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by bringing up the subject. Larry went on to explain the game to Sal, “it’s simple, really. We each ask each other, ‘truth or dare’ and whichever one they pick, we give them! Y/N, let’s go first, show him how it’s done.”

“Alright,” you shrugged. “Larry, truth or dare.”

Larry thought for a moment, stroking the small hairs on his chin. “Erm, go on then. Give me a dare.”

Now it was your turn to think. You thought hard, looking around the room for potential dares when your eyes settled on the whisky bottle in front of you. You leaned over to Sal and whispered in his ear so Larry couldn’t hear. When Sal nodded, you pulled away and looked at Larry with a grin. “We dare you to drink that whisky, without stopping, for ten seconds.”

“That’s it?” Larry chuckled, grabbing the half-empty bottle of whisky from the floor.

“I don’t think you can do it,” you said playfully, folding your arms.

Larry opened the bottle of whisky and gave it a sniff before responding. “Well prepare to eat your words.” Larry smiled before he began to chug the bottle of whisky and you and Sal counted down from ten. This was more so to try and put Larry off, but that man was determined to never break a dare. And just like that, his ten seconds were up. When he pulled away from the whisky bottle, Larry made a face of utter disgust but with equal amounts of playfulness. “Tastes better with lemonade that’s for sure,” he chuckled as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

You were half impressed with your friend and nodded slowly. “Well, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it.”

“So… What happens if you fail a dare?” Sal asks, cocking his head to the side.

“You shook your head and laughed. “Nothing Sal-”

“You’ll just be known as a chicken forever and we’ll lose all respect for you,” Larry interrupted jokingly. You pushed Larry in the side, causing him to fall off the bed and onto the ground with a drunken giggle.

“I think I’ll take a truth then,” Sal said, smiling underneath his prosthetic.

Larry stood up and sat back onto the bed next to you while flashing his friend a toothy grin. “Alright Mr Straight A’s. Did you ever cheat on a test when we were at school?”

You could see Sal’s eyes widen through the holes of his prosthetic. He wanted to lie and say no, but what fun would the game be if he lied when he was supposed to tell the truth. So, he nodded. “Once, yeah. It was on a physics test.”

“Why did you do that? You were great at school!” Larry laughed, pouring himself another glass of whisky and lemonade for the three of you.

“That can be another truth for you and I’ll tell you,” Sal smirked, winking at his best friend before turning to you. “Okay, Y/N. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, not even hesitating.

The two men looked at each other and Larry nodded, signalling that he had a truth for you. “Do you have a favourite best friend?” He asked, pointing between himself and Sal.

You chuckled and shook your head. “No. I love you both equally.”

“Come on Y/N, that’s no fun!” Larry pouted, watching as you took a sip of your drink.

“Next time, ask me a better question then,” you remarked. “Okay Larry, it’s you again. Truth or dare?”

“I pick dare,” Larry said immediately.

“Erm,” Sal thought before raising up a finger, signalling he had a dare for Larry. “Try to lick your elbow!”

“Sally, that’s a shit dare,” you said, smiling widely at him.

“It’s all I could think of,” Sal said with a shrug, smiling back at you awkwardly.

But once again, Larry wasn’t one to break a dare and so, he attempted to lick his elbow. He failed miserably. You and Sal burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha, so funny. Larry can’t lick his elbow!” Larry said sarcastically, returning his arm to his side.

“No, no, it’s not that. It was just the look of pure determination on your face!” You squealed, leaning towards Sal and pulling the same facial expression that Larry had pulled. Sal’s laughter echoed through the room whilst Larry pouted at the pair of you.

“Alright alright,” Larry said in an attempt to get you to stop mocking him. “Sal it’s your turn, truth or dare?”

“Truth, again.”

“Are you crushing on anyone right now?” Larry asked, watching as Sal lifted up his prosthetic slightly so he could take a large gulp of his drink.

When he had finished drinking, he placed the glass on the bedside table and nodded shyly. “Big time.”

“Oh my God!” Larry exclaimed. “Who is it? Why haven’t you told me?!”

Sal found himself shrugging, “I didn’t think it was important to be honest with you.”

Larry looked confused. This was major news and he wanted to hear more about it but you interrupted, a frown on your face. “If Sal doesn’t want to tell you who his crush is, then leave him alone.”

Larry stuck his tongue out at you before asking, “do you know?”

“Not a clue,” you said truthfully, shaking your head.

“Hmm, fine. But one day Sally Face, your secret will become common knowledge to me,” Larry said, his voice joking threat. “Your turn Y/N.”

“I think I’ll go for dare this time,” you grinned, nodding your head feeling confident. The last two dares had been easy ones, ones you would kill for, so you thought your two best friends would go easy on you. But no, Larry had to be Larry.

“I dare you to take off your shirt,” Larry said with a sly grin.

You looked between your friends, shock laced your face. “My shirt?” You asked, tugging at the bottom of your shirt anxiously. Larry nodded, a mischievous grin on his face while Sal gulped down a lump in his throat. There was no way you were actually going to do the dare, right? You sighed and began to slowly remove your shirt, exposing your bra to your two male friends. Both of their eyes widened and Sal was thankful for the prosthetic covering his face because he was undoubtedly bright red.

“Huh, I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Larry said, biting his lip as his eyes raked across your chest.

“Didn’t want to be known as a chicken,” you replied, trying to act calmly as you took a sip of your drink. You sat awkwardly looking down at your chest before glancing at your friends. “What? Neither of you have seen a bra before?” You joked, but they both shook their heads. You were slightly taken back by your friends answers, but just nodded your head and covered your chest with your arms before returning to the game. “Alright Larry, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You didn’t confer with Sal this time. After his little confession of never seeing a bra before, you had the perfect question. “Have you ever had sex with somebody?”

That wasn’t the sort of truth question Larry was expecting you to ask and he was slightly taken back by it that he ended up choking on his drink. “W-What?” He stuttered, wanting to make sure he had heard you right before confessing that he had indeed, never had sex before.

“You heard me, have you ever had sex?” You repeated your question again, this time more slowly.

Sal looked down at his feet awkwardly, tearing his eyes away from your half-exposed body as Larry shook his head and answered. “No. I’ve not. I mean, I’ve kissed girls but never actually had, you know, sex.” You smirked somewhat triumphantly. It felt as if you had gotten revenge for your dare, but little did you know this just meant Larry was about to ramp up the game.

“Alright Sally Face,” Larry slurred, the alcohol getting to him now. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” he said stoically, although he already feared what his dare was going to be.

“I dare you to take off your prosthetic and show our lovely Y/N here your face,” Larry said.

Your eyes widened at Larry’s dare for Sal and you shook your head. “Sal, you don’t have to do that-” you started, holding your hand out to touch his shoulder gently in a reassuring manner. But Sal was already removing the straps on the back of his head. When his prosthetic fell off onto the floor, Sal didn’t look at either you or Larry. He kept his head down and his eyes on the ground before downing the rest of his drink. That’s when he looked at you, flashing you an awkward and yet somewhat apologetic smile. You leaned in closer to your friend, pressing a soft kiss to his scarred cheek. “You’re beautiful, Sally.”

“Y-You think so?” He asked through a slurred stutter. You pushed some strands of blue hair away from his face and nodded, a soft and gentle smile gracing your lips.

“That’s cute,” Larry snickered. “I dare you to kiss now.”

“But I was going to pick truth-”

“I picked for you,” Larry shrugged.

You sucked in a deep breath and looked at Sal, a silent way of asking him for permission. He nodded to you, indicating that he was okay with it although he was shaking slightly from anticipation. You were so beautiful to him, and even more so with his prosthetic off. He could see every inch of you and he was loving it, and to know that you weren’t scared or repulsed by him just made his heart sing. You shuffled closer to Sal and wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your soft, wet lips against his chapped ones. Sal didn’t know what to do with his hands, but he settled on placing them on your bare waist gripping ever-so-slightly. Meanwhile, Larry watched the two of you share a sweet, yet clumsy kiss. You stayed like that for a few moments, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours before you pulled away. As you did, Sal smiled softly at you, licking his lips. He had been rendered speechless.

Larry spoke up once again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Now, I dare you to kiss me.”

You turned your head to look at him, eyes wide. You looked at Sal before looking at Larry once more, nodding sternly. You moved from Sal, shuffling across the bed to Larry’s position. Before you even bent down to kiss him, Larry’s hands were already on your waist pulling you down on top of his body. The kiss with Larry was more forceful than the kiss with Sal, but it was equally as clumsy. Larry became a little more suggestive as his hands moved along your hips, stroking them before sliding up your back to unhook your bra. A gasp of surprise tumbled from your lips as your bra slipped down your arms and off of your chest, leaving you completely bare to your best friends.

“But what about the game?” You asked, pulling away from Larry’s lips to look between him and Sal.

“Fuck the game,” came Larry’s response as he kissed you again. His tongue poked into your mouth and swirled around, savouring the taste of whisky and lemonade on your breath. Both Larry and Sal felt themselves harden at the sight of your exposed chest and Larry couldn’t hold himself back. His hands moved from the top of your back to your chest, pawing desperately at your tits. Then, his lips moved to your neck and Larry began to suck and bite at the soft flesh separating him from your jugular vein. You turned your head to the side to give Larry better access to your neck, taking the opportunity to look at Sal. A soft whimper escaped you as your eyes met Sal’s and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself making any more noise. You could feel the wetness growing between your legs at both Larry’s movements and the way Sal was watching you intensely. As Larry continued to kiss up and down your neck, you used your forefinger to beckon Sal towards you. He hesitated but slowly made his way over to your side. You turned the top half of your body to face him, still sitting on top of Larry and grabbed Sal’s shoulders, pulling him towards your lips again. This time, the kiss was much fiercer. A whimper of surprise left Sal’s lips as he welcomed the kiss, your tongue trailed his bottom lip begging for entrance. Larry looked up from your neck to see you making-out with Sal and in response, bit down hard on your neck.

“Larry!” You shrieked softly between Sal’s lips. Sal’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, the mixture of pain and pleasure evident in your tone only seemed to turn him on even more. His cock twitched in his jeans, begging to be released. Your lips moved against Sal’s desperately wanting a reaction from your best friend. Larry continued to palm at your chest as he sucked on your neck, flicking your nipples between his fingertips.

You pushed Larry away and quickly manoeuvred yourself off of his body and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down slowly to reveal his grey boxers. His cock strained against the tight fabric and you could see a wet patch starting to form around his tip as the result of the pre-cum. Larry’s breath was shallow as you finally took off his trousers, eyes gazing up and down your body. He felt slightly embarrassed that you were seeing him in his boxers, but he wasn’t complaining. He had thought about this moment countless times. Once Larry was completely naked and gasped at the coolness of the air against his cock, you turned to Sal and smiled sweetly at him. “Your turn.”

Sal gulped and nodded, allowing your fingertips to grace across his crotch as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans almost effortlessly. “Please Y/N,” Sal whispered, his voice barely audible.

As you began to slide his jeans down his muscular legs, you raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “what?”

“If we’re really doing this, I don’t want to be teased for my first time, please,” he moaned. Sal’s boxers were looser than Larry’s, but you could still see his distinctive hardened length twitching at your touch. You finally tugged off Sal’s jeans and boxers and threw them across the room to meet Larry’s sweats.

You looked between the pair of them and smiled sweetly. “Who wants my mouth first?”

The pair looked stunned and looked at each other, silently deciding. After a few seconds, Sal nodded and Larry spoke up. “Me.” You looked at Sal, making sure he was okay with being second, but he just shrugged. As long as he got you, he didn’t care. That was all the confirmation you needed to start moving back towards Larry. You teasingly lowered your mouth around him and looked up with your eyes to see Larry staring down at you. Once your lips touched the head of his cock, Larry couldn’t stop the moans. “Oh fuck,” he hissed, watching intensley as you lowered your head between his legs and wrapped your mouth around his length. Your mouth was so warm and wet around his hard dick that he wanted to cum immediately. Larry couldn’t help but grab your hair and keep your mouth still around him for a moment while he got used to the feeling of your mouth. Once he felt he was ready, he pushed your head further down, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but took his cock expertly. Sal was watching you the entire time, his hand hovering over his own cock desperate to relieve the itch he was feeling. Larry looked at Sal and grinned as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You closed your eyes as you began to suck, swirling your tongue around the tip and licking up the droplets of pre-cum oozing from the head. “Oh God.”

You opened your eyes and looked up to see Larry in a state of complete bliss. His eyes were now screwed shut and his mouth was hanging open for the silent moans to leave his throat. You looked at Sal, mouth still around Larry, and held out one of your hands. Sal looked confused and tilted his head to the side, but found himself moving closer to you. From what you could see, Larry and Sal were quite similar in size but Larry’s cock was much fatter whereas Sal’s was thinner. Your hand wrapped around Sal’s skinny length and you began to pump experimentally as you continued to suck on Larry as if he were nothing but a lollipop. Both of the men were moaning your name in perfect harmony, it almost made you laugh at how easily you had gotten them in this state.

After a few more moments, Larry gasped. His eyes shot up and he jerked his cock out of your mouth. You looked at him in confusion but he quickly answered your silent question. “I was going to cum.”

“I think I’m nearly there myself,” Sal whispered, biting his lip.

You removed your hand from Sal’s cock and looked between the pair of them, shaking your head. “Not yet. Neither of you.”

Sal couldn’t help but groan as your small hand moved away from him, a cry of desperation leaving his lips. “Why not?” Sal asked, bucking his hips up in the air.

“Want you cum inside of me. Both of you,” you said, eyes narrowing. Both Larry and Sal widened their eyes at your words and looked at each other.

“Y/N… Are you sure?” Larry asked, earning a nod of approval from you. Sal didn’t say anything, just watched on in surprise as you began to take off your pyjama pants and underwear. Was this really happening? This was a dream come true for both of the men in your presence that they almost had to pinch themselves to make sure they weren’t dreaming.

Once you were completely naked, you looked between your best friends. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be but maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins. You couldn’t be sure though. You lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Of course it was Larry. He pressed his lips to your lower leg and trailed up your thigh, stopping right before your cunt. You were about to look down to see what he was doing, when you felt cool air against your folds. Larry had blown on you and it had sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine, causing you to open your legs further. Larry grinned devilishly at you before plunging his tongue against your folds. You gasped and cried out, grasping at the sheets below you. Larry was relentless against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a dog starved. You never would have thought that this was his first time eating pussy, but it was. Sal waited patiently, watching and licking his lips as the sight of your legs quivering over Larry’s shoulders.

“Does that feel good?” Larry asked you as he began to nibble on your clit. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence for the life of you, so you just nodded excitedly. Your hands made their way to his long, brown hair and tugged lightly. This made Larry groan and another wave of pleasure spread through your body at the sensation.

“I think she likes it,” Sal mused, more so to himself than to Larry, but Larry heard and nodded. His hands grasped your hips, hard enough to leave bruises but you didn’t care. You pushed Larry’s head further into your cunt and revelled in the feeling he was giving you.

“Oh Larry!” You cried out. “I’m going to cum if you keep on going like that.”

“It’s that easy to make you cum?” Larry teased, but you didn’t hear him. Instead, you came. Harder than you ever had before. Your hands on Larry’s hair tightened and you let out a yelp as you squirted over Larry’s face, and that man didn’t waste a drop. He slurped you up like a cold drink on a summer's day. When you came down from your high, Larry was laying on top of you, staring into your eyes. “Oh you look so hot when you cum Y/N. Doesn’t she Sally Face?”

Sal nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah she does.” Sal’s hand was now wrapped tightly around his cock as Larry slicked the tip of his head against your soaked folds, lubricating himself.

“I already know you’re going to feel so good,” Larry mumbled to you, pressing his lips against yours as he slammed into you. You let out a choked cry and threw your head back against the mattress, eyes meeting Sal’s.

“Larry, wait!” You whimpered, attempting to stop his hips from moving. You were being stretched and were fuller than you have ever been before that it hurt, but it hurt so good. Larry halted his movements when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asked, panic lacing his voice.

You shook your head and smiled at him. “No I’m okay, just… Just give me a minute to adjust before you carry on.”

Larry nodded in response and Sal came over to your side to begin literally kissing your tears away. “You’re okay,” Sal cooed, his hand stroking your head gently. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t and that’s when Larry started moving again.

Larry’s pace was brutal. Fast and snappy, just like him. He had been craving this moment since he learnt what sex was and now that it was finally happening, he was going to give it everything he had. Your hands flew up from the bedsheets to Larry’s back, scratching down his skin and definitely leaving marks. Moans tumbled past your lips as Larry continued his strokes, his eyes never leaving yours with each movement he made. It was romantic, in a weird way. Sal continued to pump at his cock as he watched Larry pound into you, eagerly awaiting his own turn. “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” Larry growled as he dipped his head against your neck and began to bite yet again.

“Larry, oh God Larry!” You cried out, almost screaming. It was a good job that Larry lived alone and in the basement, because you definitely would have woken people up with the noises you were making. The bed began to creak and you feared for a second that it would break from the sheer intensity of Larry’s thrusts, but it held. The headboard, however, began to slam against the wall which only spurred on your arousal. Sal tilted his head to the side as he watched Larry’s cock emerge from your cunt before disappearing again, a sheer coat of wetness ringed around the base of his cock from your arousal and it was obvious that you were close to cumming again. Larry was close also, but he wanted to hold on for you. He wanted to give you one more orgasm before he finished inside of you, so he pulled his cock from your pussy and slipped two fingers inside of you with ease. He began pumping ruthlessly, your breasts bouncing from the force.

“You’re making it so hard not to cum right here and now,” Larry grumbled. It was then that he felt you clench around his fingers and he knew that you were cumming. You tried to vocalise it, but you had definitely been fucked dumb and could only nod. “Okay. I’m going to cum now, okay?” Larry said to you in a soothing voice. You looked at him through glossy eyes and opened your mouth to beg for him but all that came out was a loud shout as Larry slammed back inside of you, continuing his ruthless pace. Your walls fluttered around Larry’s cock and within seconds he was spurting hot ropes of cum inside of you, moaning your name repeatedly as his head fell against your neck. His hips slowed down to a halt and after a few seconds, Larry pulled out of you. His hands caressed your face and hair as he pressed his lips to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. Then, he sat up and turned to Sal with a grin on his face. “Your turn.”

You lay on the bed completely breathless as Larry rolled off of you and Sal climbed on to you. “Y/N, you with me?” Sal asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “I’m with you. Please Sal.”

Sal smiled softly at you before slowly inserting himself inside of you, stretching you in a different way to Larry. His pace was slow and sensual, loving almost. As if pouring all of his emotion into making love to you. Sal’s lips were on yours in an instant and you immediately kissed him back. Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him as close as possible all while Larry lay on the bed next to you and poured himself another whisky and lemonade. “God I love you. I love you so much,” Sal whispered against your lips. Your eyes widened at his confession, but you couldn’t say you were totally surprised. You let out a gasp as the tip of Sal’s cock stroked your cervix and you fell apart immediately.

“Sally,” you whimpered breathlessly, hands locking through his blue hair. Sal pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours, eyes staring into your soul as he continued to thrust his hips against you. The pleasure felt too good that tears began pouring from your lower lash line.

“Shh you’re okay,” Sal cooed, pressing his lips against your forehead. You smiled at him in reply and pressed a hand to his scarred face.

“You’re so beautiful Sal,” you whispered, causing him to tear up.

“I’m glad you think so,” he let out a breathy laugh and bit his lip as he sped up his pace slightly.

“Touch my clit,” you whispered to him. Sal trailed a hand down the front of your body and rested it between your legs, fingertips fumbling across your clit clumsily. Although he didn’t know what he was doing exactly, it felt good. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop,” Sal reassured you. “I won’t ever stop.” At those words, you felt your third orgasm approaching. You prompted Sal to move his fingers faster across your bundle of nerves and he did, finally pushing you over the edge. You cried out his name with a sob as you gushed around him, wetting the bed sheet and a bit of his torso. Sal smiled lovingly down at you as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. “Can I cum? Can I cum Y/N, please?”

“Yes Sally, please cum,” you begged, continuously nodding your head. Sal sped up his pace again, the headboard snapping against the wall once more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and with a loud growl, he came. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, swear you could feel his creamy load filling you up until you physically couldn’t take anymore.

Panting, Sal kissed your cheek and your lips before whispering to you. “I love you Y/N.”

You let out a sob at his words and pulled him close to you, not allowing his cock to slide out of you just yet. You could feel him softening inside you, felt his and Larry’s mixture trickle down your thigh. It was definitely a feeling that you could get used to. Eventually, Sal moved and lay down next to you on the bed. He stared at the ceiling before he looked at you. You were already asleep, snoring ever so softly. Sal watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took, completely enamoured by you.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Larry asked quietly, looking at Sal over your naked body.

“Hmm?” Sal asked, biting his bottom lip as he turned his head to face his best friend.

“The person you’re crushing on. It’s Y/N, isn’t it,” Larry questioned, although it was more of a statement than an actual question. He already knew the answer.

“Of course,” Sal mumbled, laying down and throwing an arm over you. He was careful not to wake you with his movements.

“I… Think I love her too,” Larry confessed, gulping the rest of his drink before laying his head down on the pillow and closing his eyes. Sal didn’t respond, just hummed in acknowledgement. There wasn’t much he could say after all. Neither of them knew where they stood and they wouldn’t until you woke up. Did this mean something? Or was it simply just fun with friends? They would ask you in the morning, but for now, they let you sleep peacefully between them.

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queenofthepirates83 · 3 months ago

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Sal Fisher x Reader

“I like you too”

Tag: fluff, one-shot

Tw: none(but tell me if there is)

Words: 851

A/N: first fanfic! Sorry this is short I wrote this a while ago and decided to finish it now lol, also sorry if it’s bad

When you first moved into the Addison Apartments you weren’t happy or anything. It wasn’t like you wanted to stay in that house, no. Your mom thought it would be best to move out, away from all the bad memories your stepfather had created in that house.

You first met Larry, courtesy of his mother, who loved you almost instantly. Larry introduced you to Sal, you guys got along great. Then one thing led to another and now you’re sitting in your room, thinking about Sal.

You sighed knowing that you couldn’t stay in your room forever. You had to tell Sal how you really felt. No jokes or excuses this time.

Last time you tried to do it you made a complete fool of yourself and made an excuse and just left and hid in your room.

But you have to tell Sal how you felt towards him. Larry kept telling you that he felt the same way but you wouldn’t believe him. So Larry put you two in the same room, left and waited for you to confess your feelings.

You didn’t trust Larry. You didn’t believe what he said but in all honesty it was true. Sal did like you back and not just in a friendly way.

You sighed and got off your bed and went to your closet to get pants on.(you went to bed with a shirt and your underwear. Or not, it’s your choice.) You chose (your choice of pants) and walked away to your door and opened it. You walked out and noticed your mom on the couch passed out. She had on her nurse clothes, since she took another night shift for the money.

You sighed and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a juice. You walked back to the front door crouching down to put some shoes on.

Once they were on you opened the front door and walked/took the elevator to his apartment.

You were at his door, contemplating if you should knock or not and just leave. You sighed, knowing that Larry would tell Sal himself if you didn’t do it. You knocked on Sal’s door once you built up the confidence. You stood there for a few more minutes before Sal opened the door. His hair was a little messy and the collar of his shirt looked like he almost pulled it to one side. “Hey Sal, wanna hang out for a little?”

Sal nodded and stood aside for you to walk in. You smiled and walked into his apartment. Sal closed the door and walked to his. You followed him. You both walked into his room. You looked around for a moment as Sal shut the door.

“When was the last time you cleaned?” You asked, glancing around again as you took some clothes off the floor and put it in his laundry hamper.

He shrugged as he watched you, sitting down on his bed. “Can’t remember.”

“You don’t seem to remember a lot.”

He shrugged again, staring at you through his mask. “Why’d you come over anyway?”

You stared back at him as you sat down next to him on the bed. “Just wanted to talk.”

“…about?”

You felt yourself getting nervous as he pressed on. What was his reaction going to be once you told him? Was Larry correct? What about Ash? The two seem quite close. The questions swirled around your mind like a plague. You liked Ash, she was a good friend to you and the other three. But her and Sal are close too, and not just in a friendly way.

Sal tilted his head down a little as he stared at you. “Hm?”

You blinked, your vision becoming less blurry as your vision focused on him. “Uh…Larry wanted me to tell you something.”

He nodded slowly. Sal was half aware of your feelings for him, from what Larry had told him and from how you act when you’re around him. He also didn’t believe Larry, just like how you did. And Sal did like you, he did have feelings for you.

“Eh…” you blinked again, squinting your eyes at him as his gaze only intensified, whether he realized or not. “I like you.”

And those were the three words that confirmed everything. The corner of his lips turned up, his gaze softening as he stared at you. His felt his face get a little red, the tips of his ears going red too.

You felt yourself get nervous at his…well…lack of response. Not even an ‘oh’ or ‘wow’.

“Sal…?” You asked slowly.

He simply stared at you before he moved to take his mask off.

You had seen his face before, he took it off in front of you a while ago. He felt comfortable showing you his face, which in your book was good. Really good.

When his mask was off, he set it beside him before moving closer.

You smiled, admiring him for a moment before you leaned in a little, your lips meeting his scarred ones in a soft and gentle kiss.

“I like you too.”

#sally face #sal fisher #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x you #sally face x y/n #sally face x you #fanfic #fluff #larry johnson #oneshot #one shot

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louddydisturb · 7 months ago

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‘Tate atenta a la fuga

Louis até tentou afastar Harry depois que recebeu sua sentença, mas ele mesmo se viu voltando para os cachos chocolate depois de 6 anos

TW: menção a tentativa de estrupo, violência, uso de maconha, traição, Hlinter, exibicionismo e desuso de preservativo

Harry, 26

Louis, 28

Aproveitem a leitura:)

(dessa vez realmente)

Dsclp qualquer erro eu revisei mas deve ter passado algo porque são 2 da manhã

“POLICIA! SOLTE A ARMA!” os olhos de louis se arregalam, as luzes vermelha e azul iluminando a noite escura “NÃO VAMOS REPETIR! SOLTE A ARMA E COLOQUE AS MÃOS PARA CIMA” o moreno suspira antes de olhar para Harry que chorava desesperadamente

Louis solta a arma e logo dois policiais vem para cima de si, prendendo as algemas firmes em seus pulsos

Os olhos azuis encontraram os olhos verdes mais uma vez antes de ser levado para a delegacia

“Vai ficar tudo bem” ele falou baixinho

Louis foi preso, condenado a 6 anos de prisão por porte ilegal de arma e homicidio

Harry sabia que ele era inocente, ela ate tentou depor no julgamento mas a familia do seu abusador apresentou um laudo falso dizendo que a garota tinha problemas mentais

Louis não se arrependia, não tinha o minimo remorso. O momento mais satisfatorio de sua vida foi poder vingar sua namorada enfiando uma bala atraves da cabeça do babaca. Ele ate confessou o crime

Harry contou as horas e os minutos até que pudesse ver Louis novamente e quando esse dia chegou ela acordou cedo para se arrumar e preparar algumas coisas pra levar para ele

Ao chegar na frente do presidio seu coração começou a bater forte e o vento gélido de inicio de inverno a fazia estremecer

Quando Louis entrou na sala de visitas acompanhado de um guarda Harry congelou em seu lugar

Ele tinha um corte na sobrancelha e no canto dos labios finos e mais alguns hematomas em sua mandíbula

“Lou!” Ela se aproxima observando o rosto com cuidado

“Ta tudo bem, Hazzy” ele se afasta forjando um sorriso que não combinava com o tom gélido dos olhos azuis

“Porque não disse para os guardas que eles estão te batendo?”

“Não é assim que funciona, Harry” ele senta em uma das cadeiras no meio da sala enquanto brinca com as algemas em seu pulso “foram os próprios guardas que fizeram isso”

“Não gosto de te ver machucado” Harry se aproxima deixando um selinho nos labios rosados

“Vamos falar de coisas boas. Logo vão me separar de você”

“Luke sente sua falta”

Luke era o filhote de Husky que Louis tinha presenteado Harry no aniversario de dois anos de namoro deles

“Eu acho injusto você não poder trazer ele nas visitas” Harry senta em cima da mesa de frente para Louis, esse que se aproxima e deita a cabeça nas coxas pálidas “senti sua falta”

“Logo você vai estar livre de novo” ela acaricia os fios castanhos sentindo um bolo se formar em sua garganta

“São seis anos, Harry”

“Nós vamos passar por isso” uma lagrima solitária escorre pela bochecha rosada de Harry “eu vou ficar te esperando, Lou”

“Vamo Tomlinson hora de voltar” o guarda entra no cubículo

“Até semana que vem, amor” ele reluta um pouquinho antes de ser forçado para fora da sala

Nos dois primeiros anos Harry visitava Louis constantemente e isso causou revolta em sua familia

Afinal não era certo a filinha unica dos styles ter um namorado atras das grades

Mas ela suportou todos os olhares de desgosto quando tinha comemorações em familia, porem no dia que louis completava 3 anos preso harry recebeu a noticia de que ele não queria ver ela, assim como no dia seguinte, e na proxima semana, quando completou um mês que harry continuava sendo negada ela recebeu uma carta

“Você é livre, Hazza. Não gaste seu tempo se prendendo a mim”

Harry chorou, chorou de saudade, chorou de raiva

Por muitos dias ela mal saia do quarto ou se alimentava mas logo o verão chegou ao fim e a garota teria que começar de novo a faculdade

Ela trancou o curso depois de todo o escândalo da prisão de Louis, ainda mais quando o motivo da prisão também era um aluno da faculdade.

Logo depois do inicio das aulas Harry estava em uma das festas universitárias junto de Louis e mais algumas amigas quando um cara, que depois ela descobriu que se chamava Blake, começou a flertar descaradamente com Harry, mesmo depois que ela falou que tinha namorado.

Na semana seguinte ele começou a seguir a garota pelo campus e um dia após do fim das aulas ele a agarrou e a levou para uma das salas vazias do corredor. Para sorte de Harry um professor tinha esquecido as coisas na sala então Harry pode correr

As perseguições continuaram ate em um ponto em que ele começou a seguir harry até o apartamento que a garota dividia com Louis

Nessa tarde Harry estava sozinha no apartamento quando a campainha tocou, Louis tinha saído para comprar comida então Harry apenas supôs que era ele e que tinha esquecido as chaves então abriu a porta. Mas para a surpresa da cacheada não era Louis que estava ali

O Stalker agarrou harry a prendendo contra a parede, Luke estranhando a movimentação começou a latir e tentar morder o desconhecido

Harry conseguiu fugir novamente correndo para fora do prédio e encontrando com Louis que acabava de estacionar na frente do local

O moreno notou o desespero nos olhos da namorada e logo a figura que corria em direção da garota. Ele não pensou duas vezes antes de pegar a arma do porta-luvas e disparar três vezes contra o homem

Depois que a noticia se espalhou pela faculdade Harry não teve mais coragem de pisar naquele lugar de novo, ainda mais quando ela tinha tantas más lembranças

Harry realmente não gostava de ir para a faculdade

Até no dia em um festival da faculdade ela conheceu Thomas, seu atual namorado.

💍

“Acredita que ja estamos juntos ha 2 anos, amor” o loiro abraçava os ombros de harry enquanto eles caminhavam com Luke pelo parque perto do apartamento que moravam juntos hà 8 meses

“Sim é louco né?” Harry tomava o milk shake sentindo a brisa confortavel do inicio do verão, ela estava estranhamente de muito bom humor hoje

“Se as coisas não tivessem tornado o rumo que tomaram talvez sequer tinhamos nos conhecidos” a garota apenas concorda não entendendo muito bem onde ele queria chegar com essa conversa “ainda lembro de quando nos conhecemos pela primeira vez, você parecia tão abalada, amor. Gosto de ver o quanto você evoluiu” eles param proximo a um lago “gosto de saber que ajudei o brilho da Harry das historia que a sua mãe conta voltar” a mão cheia de aneis acaricia a bochecha rosada

“E eu sou muito feliz de ter um namorado tão atencioso” ela sorri fraco

“Eu sei que pode parecer precipitado mas eu acho que essa realmente seja uma ideia perfeita” os olhos castanhos olhavam Harry em expectativa “ja moramos juntos então esse só vai ser um passo a mais no nosso relacionamento” ele ajoelha e tira uma caixinha vermelha aveludada da mochilinha nas costas do Husky “quer casar comigo?” E por fim a caixinha é aberta revelando o par de alianças

“É serio?” A cacheada estava estatica sem acreditar oque estava ouvindo

“Não quero forçar nada tambem, se não quiser ta tudo bem” thomas fala rapido querendo se levantar

“É claro que eu quero, amor!” Harry começa a praticamente pular animada e mal acreditando que agora ela tinha um anel em seu dedo

“Você vai ficar tão linda de branco, Hazzy” ele abraça a cacheada “vai ser a noiva mais linda do mundo”

“E com o noivo mais lindo do mundo”

Isso fez harry ter uma ponta de esperança que as coisas podiam sim melhorar, mesmo que no fundo ela ainda se pegava pensando sobre louis, se ele estava bem e se ele ao menos sentia sua falta. Mesmo que hoje ela tivesse recebido a notificaçao “liberdade do meu Lou💕” em seu calendario

Ela não estava sendo egoista com o homem que trocou a propia liberdade por sua causa, afinal ele mesmo disse que ela deveria seguir em frente

Eles ainda se abraçavam felizes quando Luke ameaçou correr, fazendo Thomas agarrar a coleira, e começar a latir para um homem que caminhava pelo parque

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“Prometo que volto a tempo para a prova de doces na quarta” thomas terminava de fechar a mala de mão

“Você não pode adiar a viagem pra depois do casamento?” Harry senta na cama amarrando o robe de seda em sua cintura pequena

“Eu tentei adiar, amor. Mas se eu conseguir fazer essa parceria vai ajudar muito a empresa” ele beija a testa da cacheada “sabe como é dificil conseguir horario na agenda dos deakin” Harry bufa baixinho

“Promete que vai estar aqui na quarta?”

“Prometo” Harry da um ultimo beijo no noivo antes dele sair do apartamento

Era quase sempre assim, Thomas passava quase uma semana inteira viajando e quase sequer tinha tempo para Harry

A mulher passava então a maior parte do tempo passeando na casa de amelia, sua melhor amiga e que tinha acabado de ter gemeos

Harry adorava passar a tarde na casa nao tao longe da sua, ela sempre sonhou em ter uma familia grande.

Mas tambem nunca teve tempo de falar sobre com Thomas

Em exatos dois meses aconteceria finalmente a cerimonia de casamento que ela tanto esperou, só faltava acabar de resolver pequenos detalhes

“Luke, vamos hora do filme” ela chama o cachorro enquanto terminar de fazer as pipocas e pegava alguns petiscos no armário da cozinha “no fim sempre vai ser nos dois né, Lulu?” Os olhos azuis do animal traziam um conforto para Harry

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“Não luke você não pode comer outra cenoura! Eu acabei de cortar essas” o cachorro choraminga na perna de harry “seu pai chega hoje de viagem, se você comer todas as cenouras não vai sobrar cenouras para o jantar” ele deita ao pe de Harry continua resmungando baixinho “você é teimoso, Luke!”

De repente o cachorro levanta e corre até a porta principal do apartamento vi, arranhando e farejando ali

“Que fugir de casa agora?” Harry ri sozinha com o drama do animal mas uma segunda voz na casa a faz travar no lugar

“Luke! Oi garotão!” Harry conseguia ouvir Luke pulando pela sala e os passos do dono da voz que Harry conhecia muito bem “não vai me dizer oi tambem, Hazzy?” O perfume forte inebria os sentidos de Harry

“Louis?” Os olhos verdes arregalam ao que ela se vira, ele estava perto, muito perto

“A reação de Luke foi mais emocionante e ele me conheceu quando era filhote”

“Oque você ta fazend- Como você entrou na minha casa?”

“A senha é o nosso aniversario de namoro, hazzy. Nada autentico”

“Isso não te da o direito de invadir a minha casa!” Ela caminha para a sala se sentindo atordoada com tudo isso

“Pensei que estaria com saudades minha” a cacheada ri com a fala do mais velho “eu não aguentava mais esperar ate que eu pudesse te ver de novo”

“Não aguentava mais que até me proibiu de ir te ver”

“Proibi de ir me ver? Eu tava te protegendo, Harry! Acha que era bom ficar ouvindo todo mundo comenta sobre você depois das visitas?”

“E ao menos pensou em conversar comigo e nao apenas me afastar?”

“Era o melhor que eu podia fazer na Época, mas agora ja ta tudo resolvido” Louis se aproxima, as mãos tatuadas alcançando a cintura de Harry “podemos voltar a ficar juntos” o coração de Harry acelera em ter o moreno tão perto de si depois de tanto tempo “é so deixar dele e podemos voltar para a nossa vida”

“Não é assim que funciona, Louis” a cacheada se afasta novamente enquanto tentava regular a própria respiração “eu estou feliz agora e amo o Thomas” os olhos verdes evitavam os azuis

“Ama?” Louis ri irônico a abraçando por trás “ama ele, Hazzy?”

“S-sim” a respiração em seu pescoço fazia sua mente nublar

“Eu trabalhei tão duro durante esses anos preso para conseguir te comprar um anel bem bonito quando eu saísse, Harry. Mas pelo visto ja conseguiu um” uma mão abraça a cintura de Harry enquanto a outra segura a mão delicada e analisa o anel com atenção “você jura que ama tanto ele mas eu sinto voce ficar tensa apenas em me ter perto” ele beija o pescoço alvo com calma “parece que são apenas palavras vazias, amor”

“Lou…” Harry sente suas pernas vacilarem por um instante e sua cabeça girar

“Estou errado?” Ele sorri com o quão afetada a cacheada parecia “suas coxas dizem o contrario”

“Ele não vai demorar para chegar em casa” Harry vira ainda tendo a cintura segurada pelas mãos fortes

“Nós dois sabemos que você não liga” eles estavam tão próximos que o mínimo movimento faria seus lábios encostarem “é só me pedir, Hazzy.”

Os olhos verdes estavam tomado pelo preto e o olhavam intensamente, um olhar quase felino.

“Me pede, Harry”

“Eu quero você, Lou” ela abraça o pescoço do outro, puxando para um beijo ávido

Eles caminharam atrapalhados ate o quarto no fim do corredor, Harry gemendo baixinho entre o beijo ao que suas costas encontram com os lençóis macios da cama

“Você é a única coisa que passou pela minha cabeça por todos esses anos” ele fala enquanto desce os beijos por toda a clavícula e o pescoço alvo “eu estava a ponto de enlouquecer sem poder te ter, Hazza” as mãos subiram desde da cintura de Harry até a alcinha fina do pijama de seda

“Você me tem agora então já pode me foder” ela rebola contra o falo grosso embaixo de si

“Agora eu te tenho e por isso eu vou aproveitar cada momento” louis desliza as alças do pijama liberando os peitos cheinho “cada segundo” Harry geme alto sentindo a lingua quente entrar em contato com seu mamilo sensível

Ele mamava preguiçosamente enquanto brincava com o piercing do outro

“Ainda é tão sensível quanto eu lembro” ao que Louis se afasta é possível notar as mordidas e o quão vermelho o peito de Harry havia ficado, ele não estava se importando sobre o fato de Harry estar noiva. No fim das contas ela sempre seria dele

O moreno termina de tirar o pijama da mulher, tirando alguns segundos para observar o corpo alvo. Ele tinha muitas ideias em mente de como ele iria destruir aquele corpo e a marcar como sua propriedade novamente

“Se arrumou para o babaca, amor? Seu corpo cheira a hidratante de morango e sequer está usando calcinha… que putinha” ele estapeia a coxa branquinha antes de se encaixar entre as pernas da outra “você ta tão molhada quanto uma puta, Hazzy” o dedão é pressionado contra o clitoris inchadinho de Harry fazendo-a gemer alto e tentar segurar o braço de louis, as unhas longas arranhando de leve ali “tão molhada que eu aposto que conseguiria te foder sem sequer precisar te preparar” ele beija e mordisca as coxas de harry “mas não estamos com pressa, né amor?” Ele continua agora espalhando beijos pelo baixo ventre da cacheada, essa que gemia sequer se preocupando em responder a pergunta “eu perguntei se estamos com pressa, Harry” um tapa é desferido na buceta dolorida fazendo a mulher gritar e fechar as coxas

“Não… não e-estamos com pressa” ela se apoia nos antebraços observado Louis sorri antes de começar a chupar devagar “porra, Lou…” Harry rebolava contra a lingua do outro. Seu quadril mal encostava no colchão mais

Louis apertava os quadris largos buscando manter o mínimo de seu autocontrole

Harry começava a querer fechar as coxas mas sempre era impedida por Louis que começou a as afastar

Os olhos azuis tinham a pupilas completamente dilatadas, nem heroína conseguiria ter o efeito que harry tinha em Louis

“Caralho” ele se afasta para retirar a camisa preta e deitar na cama antes de puxar harry para cima de si, essa que começou a praticamente calvagar seu rosto

Louis apertava e estapeava a bunda cheinha enquanto tentava a penetrar com a lingua deixando harry completamente extasiada sentindo seu baixo ventre revirar indicando um orgasmo muito proximo e quando Louis sentiu as coxas tremerem em cima de si, ele não demorou para chupar o clitoris sensível e penetrar dois dedos na entradinha apertada, fazendo gozar tremendo e gemendo alto

Ele a tirou de cima de si, a deitando de bruços na cama macia. Harry continuava tomada pelo orgasmo e tinha pequenos espasmos apenas ao um simples toque de Louis

“Tão gostosa” ele apertou uma banda da bunda gordinha observando a marca vermelha se formar ali

“Eu quero te chupar, Lou” Harry fala abafado, quase incompreensível

“Hm?” Ela engatinha para o meio das pernas do outro, se ajoelhando ali

“Quero seu pau” as mão tremulas vão para a braguilha do cinto de Louis, abrindo e por fim desabotoando a calça jeans

“Continua uma puta faminta por pica” ele acaricia os cachos, a forçando contra o falo grosso ainda preso na cueca

Ela puxa o jeans junto com a cueca fazendo o pau bater duro contra a virilha de Louis

O olhar de Harry era quase inocente ao que ela lambia um linha desde da base ate a cabecinha rosada do penis. Louis com certeza sentiu falta disso nos últimos 6 anos

Ele a guiava, fazendo-a o levar fundo na garganta

O Tomlinson tira um baseado e cigarro do bolso da calça e acende tragando a erva devagar. Esse era um dos passatempos favoritos dos dois mesmo que Harry não fumasse tão frequentemente, oque deixava tudo melhor pois ela ficava chapada mais rápido

Ele geme fodendo a garganta apertada e puxando os cachos com a mão livre, as visão dos olhos verdes lagrimejando era uma das favoritas de Louis

“Senta pra mim, amor” ele traga sentindo seu corpo ficar leve

“Ainda não quero” ela começa uma punheta rapida fazendo o baixo ventre de Louis revirar e logo tiras grossas de porra mancham as bochechas coradas

“Caralho” ele jura que podia gozar de novo apenas por ver a cacheada limpar a porra das bochechas e chupar os próprios dedos sujos de esperma

Ela senta em cima do pau ainda sensível pós orgasmo e começa rebolar devagarinho sentindo Louis estremecer enquanto tragava a droga

Ele aperta as bochechas gordinhas e a puxa para perto, baforando entre os lábios vermelhos.

“Coloca as mãos para trás” ele tira o cinto e apoia o baseado entre os labios para poder prender os pulsos firmes juntos “bem melhor assim” e então ele encaixou o pau duro na grutinha que vazava aos montes em seu colo “senta”

“Não consigo, lou” ela choraminga apoiando a testa no ombro largo

“Não consegue?” ele estoca uma vez fazendo-a gemer alto “claro que consegue, amor” ao que ela se afasta Louis pode notar os olhinhos vermelhos lagrimejando “porque está chorando, putinha?” Ela tentava quicar mas ele levantava o quadril junto, a deixando frustada em seu colo “fuma um pouco” ele encosta o baseado no labios gordinhos a observando tragar enquanto circulava os quadris

Ele começa a estocar lento fazendo Harry choramingar buscando por mais

Ela quica afoita praticamente esquecendo do mundo a sua volta, ela sentia seu orgasmo se aproximar e o nome de Louis era a unica coisa que rondava sua cabeça

“Harry porque a porta da casa ta destrancada? Você sabe que é perig-“ o Loiro congela na porta do quarto processando oque estava acontecendo

Louis apenas sorriu e puxou harry para deitar em seu ombro enquanto a fodia mais forte

“Que porra ta aconte-“ Louis tira a arma que escondeu embaixo do travesseiro usando-a para fazer um sinal de silencio. Ele continuou empunhando a arma enquanto fodia a cacheada a fazendo praticamente gritar o seu nome enquanto gozava, esguichando por todo o lençol, praticamente esmagando Louis que gozava

Quando Louis voltou o olhar para a porta já não tinha ninguem ali, apenas um anel dourado no chão

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“Você continua usando os mesmos sais de banho que usava quando estávamos juntos” Louis comenta enquanto lavava os cachos de Harry

“Eu apenas gosto deles, nada demais” ela sobra espuma no rosto de Louis

“Eu não ganho credito por isso?” Harry nega com a cabeça se sentando de frente no colo de Louis para lavar os fios cor chocolate “se sentar ai não me responsabilizo se fodermos na banheira

“Isso não é um problema” ela o beija rindo ao que Louis leva as mãos automaticamente para sua bunda

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Louis organizou a cama enquanto Harry terminava de tomar outro banho para então os três (claro que luke tinha que estar ao pé dos dois) poderem finalmente dormir

“Estranho que Thomas ainda não tenha voltado” Harry se aconchega nos braços tatuados de Louis

“Não acho que ele vá voltar tão cedo… você quer fugir pra Itália?” Ele brinca com o anel no dedo de Harry, o tirando devagar

“Italia?”

“Sim, porque não? Podemos ser felizes numa casa no interior do sul da italia” Harry sorri com o pensamento enquanto se deixava tomar pelo perfume forte de Louis

“Podemos pensar nisso”

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paulyenvol6 · 2 months ago

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Against All Odds (Chapter 3)

Contains: SMUT, oral (f receiving), touching, slight soft dom Harry, mentions of virginity, f reader who is very inexperienced

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Just when she was about to enter the room she heared the piano. It was weird, why was there someone playing at 1:15 am? She opened the door and it was him: Harry Styles. Of course. She wanted to leave but something made her stay. She felt her heart beating faster. He looked so handsome in his black simple suit and his hair being so curly and messy.

He played very beautifuly until he suddenly stopped. She realized that there had been a little sigh coming out of her mouth. Harry turned around and fixed her with his eyes. „What the fuck are you doin‘ here?“, he asked. Y/n didn’t say anything. „Words. Answer me.“, Harry demanded again. „I – I don’t know, I c – couldn’t sleep and I – I walked around…“ Harry slightly chuckled at her being all nervous and stuttering.

„C’mere.“, he said with his dark voice. Her eyes widened, which made him smirk. „C’mon.“ Y/n didn’t know what to do so she walked over to him, standing awkwardly next to him. „Can you play?“, he asked. Y/n nodded and Harry stood up, to make space for her. He didn’t say a word but she understood. She sat down and felt his arm close to her shoulder as she started to play a slow piece. Harry didn’t say anything until she finished. „That was very beautiful.“, he admited.

Y/n got goosebumps all over her body. How was he able to make her react to him like that? She felt his arm closer to her shoulder and then he lowered his head to her ear. „You’re driving me crazy.“, he whispered very quiet. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes. „Do you want me?“ She was unable to say a word but slightly pressed her arm closer to him. „Do you want me, y/n? Do you want me to touch you?“

She gasped: „Yes.“ and that was enough for Harry to turn her head and kiss her. Her lips were so soft that he wondered how the rest of her body would feel. He opened his mouth and parted her lips with his tongue to get into her mouth. He wasn’t onehundred percent sure, but it seemed to him that she didn’t wear a bra which made him go wild.

He fumbled at the neckline of her shirt and touched her neck. It all happened very fast and wild and his hands now were laying on her hips. Suddenly, still sitting on the piano chair, y/n pushed him away by putting her hands on his chest. He was very suprised but stepped away from her. „What’s wrong?“, he asked. „Are you alright?“ She nodded and looked to the ground. „Yeah, I am. It’s just… I mean I really enjoy it, but…you know…I…“, she sighed and Harry chuckled. „You can tell me, love.“

She sighed again and her voice got even more quiet than before. „I – I’ve never had sex.“ „What?“ Harry really seemed suprised. „Wow that was unexpected.“ Y/n nodded and didn’t know what to say. She was horny for this man but wasn’t sure how to deal with the situation. „So, what is it you wanna do, y/n?“, Harry asked. „I don’t know, I mean I… you know I think I’d like to go further, but it’s just, I’m a little scared and I really don’t know what to do.“

Harry came a little closer to her and whispered: „Have you ever done anythin‘ else? Like touching? Or did anyone ever go down on you?“ Y/n shook her head. „No, I just kissed someone in like... middle school.“ Harry took her hand and caressed it. „You want me t‘ show you? I’mma be very gentle and soft, promise. But y’can say no, if y’don’t wanna.“ Y/n was suprised of his gentle touch and words and she turned around to finally look in his eyes. They were darker than usually and she was suprised that she even noticed.

„I think I want you to show me.“ „Y’think or y’know?“ She smiled. „I know I want you to show me.“ Harry smiled but still kept standing where he was. „But I need t’make sure that you feel comfortable all the time. If I do anythin‘ y’don’t like, you need to promise me, that you tell me, ok? Y’need t‘say, if it’s t’much.“ Y/n nodded and mumbled „Okay.“ He smirked and came closer to kiss her again. He was excited and horny. He knew that he had to be very careful not to hurt her and be slow with her but he still couldn’t be any luckier right now. Those soft lips, and her hair that smelled so good.

Y/n was very suprised by Harry. She didn’t know that he was capable of being that gentle and sweet. The way he dealt with her words has been very nice and understanding. And he suddenly changed from being a mean asshole to being caring. Or did he just act like it and played her?

Harry kepts kissing her soft lips and put his hands on her waist. „May I?“, he mumbled against her lips and she nodded. Her oversized shirt, which turned him on for some reasons was still in the way but he slowly caressed her skin. His hands wandered down to find the hem of the shirt. He touched the skin over the waistband. It was so soft and warm that he felt like he never wanted to take his hands off her.

When his hands crawled higher he thought it was time to change their positions. He still stood next to the piano chair and had to lean down to her while she had to turn her head to kiss him. He picked her up and then sat down on the couch in the rehearsal room with y/n on his lap. She reached down to kiss him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She played a bit with his hair, which made Harry sigh.

He put his hands under her shirt again and touched his way up to under her breast. He could feel her getting a bit stiff and whispered: „It’s all right, Honey. Do you want me to keep going or should I stop?“ „No, I want you to keep going. I’m just nervous.“ „There’s no reason to be. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anythin‘ y’don’t like.“ „I know, it’s just, I’ve never done anything like this and no one has ever seen me naked, except for my parents at a young age, of course.“, she nervously chuckled.

„That’s ok. No reason to be insecure though. You’re so fucking beautiful, god.“ Y/n giggled and slightly blushed. Harry held her closer to his chest and kissed her jaw and then made his way down to her neck. He left soft kisses and sucked on it very gentle. Meanwhile he touched her chest by running his thumb over her skin. Y/n let out a gasp when he touched her nipple.

He smiled and kept caressing her skin. He could feel her breathe even faster when he teased her nipples between his fingers and traced the contures of her breasts with his fingers. God, he really knew how to turn her on.

He stopped kissing her and y/n immediately missed his lips. Harry took off her shirt not before giving her a questioning look. Y/n nodded and helped him getting it off faster, which made Harry smirk. As soon as the shirt was off Harry kissed down from her neck to her naked chest which made y/n shiver of excitement. When his tongue played with her nipple she moaned softly and dug her hands in his hair.

She straighted herself up so that Harry didn’t have to bend his head down. Her chest was now on the same height as his mouth. Y/n could feel a big bulge underneath her, which got her very exciting and nervous. Harry kept kissing her bare chest. He just couldn’t get enough of her warm and soft skin, of her moaning and whimpering. He could feel her pressing against his cock which made him even hornier and drove him crazy.

He had his hand around her waist, dugged in her skin and slowly caressing it, and now his hands wandered down to her hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her short sweatpants. He touched his way down to her naked legs and dugged his fingers into her thighs. God, she was so sexy.

He thought he couldn’t be any luckier right now when y/n gently pushed his head away from her chest, kissed him on his mouth and started to unbotton his white shirt. She laid her hands on his chest and caressed his skin. Harry’s hands were still running over her thighs and massaged her. He could feel y/n slightly be nervous when she kissed him on his neck. „It’s alright, love. You’re doin‘ awesome.“

It was true, her mouth felt incredible on his collarbone. He gently touched her hair and caressed it a bit. He let out a gasp when she softly licked over his tattooed skin. „Oh god, y/n.“, he moaned. He could see her still being a little insecure but there honestly was no reason to be. Y/n’s mouth was now on his lips again and she sighed against them when Harry ran his hands over the skin right below the hem of her shorts.

„Do you want to go further? We really don’t have to, I want you to feel comfortable.“ He wanted her so bad, but he didn’t want to go too fast. It was very hard to hold himself back but he had to. It was her first time and he didn’t want to pressure or scare her. But y/n just nodded and kissed him on his buttom lip.

„Need t’hear it, Baby.“, Harry whispered, took her face in his hands and held her a bit away from him. „Just don’t want you to regret anythin‘ later.“ „Yes I wanna go further, Harry. I really do. I trust you, that you’re gonna be nice.“ Harry smirked. „You trust me? After our history?“ Y/n chuckled. „I know, but… Right now I do. Right now I wanna be with you.“ Harry smiled at her in a way that she had never seen him smile before. Or at least not at her. It was an honest smile, nothing sarcastic in it.

Harry once again picked her up from the couch and laid her down. Luckily, the couch was quite big so Harry had enough space to kneel over her, with one knee on each side of her hips. He leaned down to kiss her and then kissed all the way down to the waistband of her shorts, where he stopped. He looked up to her in her eyes. Y/n bit her lips and nodded in a very serious way.

„Yes.“ was all she had to say and Harry hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulled them down and dropped them next to the couch. She didn’t wore any panties, which was obvious since it was the clothes she had wanted to sleep in. „You want fingers or my mouth?“ Y/n was thinking. „I don’t know… Maybe mouth?“ Harry nodded. „Very nice to hear.“ Y/n smiled and shivered from the excitement.

She felt very good, of course still nervous, but he was so soft and gentle with her that she felt safe and comfortable. Harry spreaded her legs gently and positioned himself between them. He kissed her belly and then down to her pubic area.

His tongue immediately found her clit, which made y/n gasp and arch. His tongue drew circles around her clit, teasing her and touched it very gentle with the tip of his tongue. Y/n whimpered and dugged her hands in the sofa, which made Harry so hard that it was almost uncomfortable.

He then teased her by touching her entrace, which revealed to him how tight she actually was. She was already so wet for him and god she tasted so good that Harry wished to stay between her legs forever. Her cunt was dripping and he wanted to get every ounce of her sweet arousal. She panted under him, eyes closed and by now she was unable to stay still. She shifted restlessly and arched on the couch. When she started to softly moan his name he thought he was gonna lose it.

Then Harry came back to her clit, licking it, sucking on it and kissing it. During it he watched her experiencing that much pleasure under his touch, which drove him crazy and was so hot to him. Y/n put her hands to his head and pressed him closer to her cunt in an uncontrolled way. She was too turned on and wild to really know what she was doing, she just wanted to touch him and clung to something.

Harry could hear her getting louder and knew she was close to an orgasm. He licked her clit faster and faster, felt her clench and then felt her come on his tongue. She gasped a „Oh god, Harry!“ and he thought that was the hottest thing he had ever heared. She squeaked softly and then fell back on the couch panting very fast and uncontrolled.

Harry crawled up to her and pulled her to his chest. She closed her eyes and slowly came down from her high. Wow, that has been awesome. Y/n of course masturbated and had always enjoyed it, but his tongue on her clit for her was a whole new level. Shit, he was so hot and the way he had looked with his head between her legs, his gorgeous and sexy hair and then his eyes which had sometimes looked up to her during the act. They had been so dark from his erection.

Harry had put an arm around her back holding her close to him. „Harry, was very good.“, she said. „Great to hear that.“, he smiled and caressed her hair out of her face. „Are you cold?“, he asked when he saw her slightly shivering and the goosebumps on her arms. „Yes, a little.“, y/n answered.

Of course she was, Harry thought. He was fully dressed, besides his shirt being opened but she was naked and now, after an orgasm it was obvious that she would get a little cold after her body was calmed. „Let’s get you warm.“, Harry spoke, sat up, grabbed her clothes off the floor and gave them to her. She put them on and they walked out of the rehearsal room. During their way up in the elevator y/n took his hand and pressed herself against Harry’s arm, which made him smirk.

When they were standing in front of y/n’s door Harry took her hand and left a soft kiss. „It was very beautiful, I hope you thought so too.“ Y/n blushed and answered: „Oh fuck yes, I enjoyed it.“ They laughed, before y/n entered her room and they wished each other a good night, or what was left of it.

She immediately jumped into her bed and stared at the ceiling. What did just happen? She wasn’t able to realize this. She has had sex with Harry. Harry, the person that she had been mad at constantly the last week. The person she genuinly had hated for his arrogance. And now, this Harry had nothing to do with the old version of him. He had been so lovely and caring. What was going on with him? And what would happen now? Would they just see each other the next day and act like nothing happened? Was it a one – time – thing? She really needed to get some sleep now, which she did while thinking of his soft mouth and tongue.

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harryminhaputinha · 2 years ago

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You got that something, i got me an appetite.

Avisos: Contém, todos os personagens maiores de idade (20 e 35), Daddy Kink (papai), Styles Twins (Harry e Edward), Spanking bem leve, Porn with plot, Cock Warming.

Essa one já foi postada uma vez no Wattpad (LouisMeuDom) mas foi excluída, estão resolvi repostar aqui.

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-... Não Tomlinson, isso significa que não estamos fechando contrato…

E antes que ele possa terminar Louis fecha a tela do laptop com força. Era raro uma situação em que alguém dizia não a ele, principalmente em um fechamento de contrato, e isso tinha deixado ele estressado, muito estressado.

Então agora ele só queria foder um de seus meninos até que todo estresse saia dele, ele poderia apertar o sininho e de prontidão eles estariam ali, mas até pensar na briga que iria causar entre os dois para ver quem seria fodido primeiro já causa mais estresse, decidindo por fim que o primeiro que encontrar, seria o sortudo.

Ele desce o elevador indo em direção ao segundo andar da casa, onde era mais provável encontrar um deles e pode avistar Edward com seus fones de ouvido cantando algo e encenando no meio do corredor, aquilo tira um sorriso de Louis até que ele lembre o que ele verdadeiramente veio fazer.

-Edward amor, o que está escutando? - Louis retira um dos fones do ouvido do mais novo que de imediato toma um susto.

- Jesus que susto! - Ele coloca uma mão no peito e arfa, ganhando um levantar de sobrancelhas de Louis. - Estava escutando Rihanna papai. A voz dela nessa música é incrível e-

-Não tenho tempo para ouvir sobre isso agora, mas vou amar escutar depois ok? Você está preparado certo? - Louis fala e fica claro no seu olhar suas intenções.

-Sim papai, mas porque não tocou o sininho? - Edward perguntou afobado já se sentindo quente por saber que em poucos minutos teria o pau de Louis dentro dele.

-Sem paciência para as brigas infantis de vocês, estou estressado.

-Eu não brigo infantilmente quem faz isso é o Harry ele-

-Não estou aqui para ouvir você falando do seu irmão se não estaria lá com ele, apenas se vire.

-Vai me foder aqui? - Edward questiona com os olhos arregalados e a excitação correndo por suas veias.

-Alguma objeção?

-Não papai.

-Foi o que eu pensei. - Louis diz. - Agora se me permite. - Ele leva as mãos até o short de pijama do mais novo, puxando para baixo e pressionando a palma no membro do menor. - Ficou duro apenas porque eu disse que ia te foder? - Ele dá um sorrisinho de canto e Edward apenas confirma com a cabeça. - Vamos ver o quão molhado você está pra mim amor. - Louis passa a mão pra parte de trás e adentra a calcinha apertada, enfiando os dedos entre as nádegas logo encontrando o plug que seus meninos usavam diariamente. - Se eu tirar isso daqui agora, vai sair tanta lubrificação que seu short vai encharcar, mas eu não quero desperdiçar, então você vai escutar o que o papai vai falar e vai obedecer bem direitinho ok?

-Sim papai.

-Você primeiro vai tirar seu short e calcinha. - Edward rapidamente segue o comando, desesperado para ser fodido logo. - Agora você vai descer e procurar uma cadeira para o papai. - Louis diz calmamente e logo vê Edward o olhar com os olhos arregalados.

- Não posso papai, algum funcionário pode me ver e- Antes que ele complete sua fala sente sua bochecha ardendo e uma estralo no ar.

Aquela simples fala deixou Louis tão estressado, dois nãos em um só dia em um período de minutos?

-Eu não te ensinei a me questionar, eu te ensinei a me obedecer e é o que você vai fazer agora. Se você não buscar a cadeira agora eu vou até o quarto do seu irmão e vou fodê-lo e você vai apenas assistir. - Louis tinha dado folga de manhã cedo para os funcionários, mas Edward não precisava saber disso, ele nunca iria fazer algo que desrespeitasse os demais, principalmente seus funcionários.

-Me desculpe papai, prometo não repetir isso. - Edward morde os lábios e abaixa a cabeça, decepcionado demais consigo mesmo. - Vou encontrar uma cadeira para o senhor. - Ele diz e sai rapidamente do corredor e Louis tem a visão da sua bunda cheia e branquinha com a exceção de um L que ele mesmo tinha tatuado na nádega direita.

Louis aproveita a ausência do menino para retirar seus anéis e desabotoar alguns botões da blusa social que vestia, ele tira os sapatos e as meias ficando com os pés no chão com carpete.

- Papai, encontrei essa cadeira, serve ? - Edward chega com a cadeira nos braços.

-Serve, agora eu vou colocá-la aqui, e você vai se inclinar sobre a mesa com a sua bunda bonita virada para mim ok amor? - Edward assente e se deita de bruços na mesa empinando sua bunda na direção de Louis que estava sentado na cadeira. - Onde está seu celular? Procure o número de Harry e ligue em chamada de vídeo. O celular começa a chamar e logo mais a voz de Harry preenche o cômodo.

-Edward qual o seu problema? estamos na mesma casa e- Papai? O que aconteceu? - Harry atende e fica confuso.

-Vamos deixar você ter um pequeno show babe, apenas isso. - Louis diz antes de retirar o plug de Edward e colocar sua boca no lugar, lambendo o lubrificante de morango que escorria pelas bordas, ele beija o buraco apertado com tanto gosto que isso já é o suficiente para que Edward esteja gemendo, passando por cada partezinha até que ele endurece a língua e penetra dentro do mais novo, sua língua arrasta pelas paredes de dentro de Edward e ele pode sentir a baba de Louis junto com o lubrificante escorrendo para as suas bolas, e isso faz ele se contrair involuntariamente deixando um aperto ainda maior para o mais velho. Louis decide juntar dois de seus dedos junto com a língua penetrando levemente lá dentro, escutando um gemido abafado de Edward.

-Papai por favor, o senhor está indo tão fundo, por favor toque a minha próstata, por favor. - Edward não ligava verdadeiramente de estar implorando, era na verdade uma das coisas que ele mais gostava de fazer.

Implorar para que Louis dê seu pau, implorar para ser fodido, implorar para que ele tenha prazer, implorar. Ele apenas ficava ali, todo manhoso e choroso implorando até obter o que queria. Ou até que Louis o repreenda o suficiente.

-Está tentando me ensinar a te comer Edward? Prefere fazer isso sozinho? - Louis retira os dedos e a língua de dentro de Edward e ouve um choramingo.

-Não papai, por favor não. Assim está bom, é o suficiente.

Louis volta com apenas os dedos e com mais força, fazendo Edward se engasgar nos próprios gemidos e tremer ali em cima, com seu pau prensado pelo seu corpo e a madeira da parte de cima da mesa se esfregando a cada solavanco que seu corpo dava devido a força que Louis aplicava nas estocadas. Eles podiam escutar a respiração pesada de Harry pelo telefone, mas ele não podia fazer nada porque Louis não tinha dado a ele nenhuma ordem.

Quando Louis finalmente se cansa, ele pega Edward o virando de bruços e levantando da mesa fazendo ele se sentar em seu colo na cadeira, ele estava mole, suado e com os fios de cabelo espalhados pelo rosto e ainda sim, era uma das coisas que Louis achava mais linda.

Ele leva a mão direita para o cabelo de Edward e junta tudo fazendo um rabo de cavalo, a outra mão vai em direção a sua cintura.

-Amor, você está comigo?

-Sim papai.- Edward responde já ficando meio aéreo.

-Então eu tenho outra ordem para você agora ok?

-Sim.

-Você vai levar o papai do pau para dentro do seu cuzinho, consegue fazer isso?

-Consigo papai.- Ele coloca as mãos com um pouco de dificuldade na calça, abrindo o botão e o zíper lentamente, ele retira a calça e a cueca e leva até as coxas, tendo a ajuda de Louis nisso, ele segura no pau de Louis com força e inclina o quadril levemente para cima, pressionando apenas a glande rubra, esfregando todo o pré-gozo ali, até que ele toma mais impulso e consegue levantar, finalmente sentando de uma vez no pau grosso de Louis. A força foi tanta que sua boca se abre em um perfeito o, sem que som nenhum saia, e as lágrimas escapam de suas pálpebras que estavam apertadas fortemente.

Louis aperta com mais força sua cintura e puxa seus cabelos para trás, ele faz com que Edward suba e desça em seu pau, sem esperar que ele se acostume, sua glande pressiona a próstata constantemente o que leva Edward a gemer cada vez mais alto. O mais novo estava em uma bagunça de "Papai por favor, para, é demais!" e "Papai por favor mais forte! Mais papai!" Até que ele esteja finalmente gozando em todo seu abdômen e deixando sua cabeça cair no ombro de Louis, esse que ia cada vez mais rápido perseguindo o próprio orgasmo, tendo um corpo usado e muito distante em cima dele, e não é necessário muito para que ele esteja gozando dentro do menino.

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-Mas papai, Edward teve a sua vez hoje, isso é injusto. - Harry reclama indignado, seu papai não queria foder com ele por que estava muito cansado, e Harry não conseguia acreditar no que estava ouvindo.

-Ok você me venceu. Mas eu realmente estou muito cansado, ok princesa? Você sabe que jamais eu iria negligenciar o prazer de um de vocês, então por agora papai só pode te ajudar a se aliviar, mas amanhã de manhã eu prometo que vou te foder do jeito que você quiser e com as suas condições.

-Podemos fazer o que eu quiser? - Harry pergunta animado.

-Sim.

-Ok papai! Agora por favor, me ajuda, minhas bolas estão azuis, assistir você e o Ed foder é tão quente. - Harry fala se deitando na cama espaçosa do quarto de Louis, Edward estava na ponta então não tinha risco dele acordar com os seus movimentos, Louis logo se deita por trás de Harry e leva sua mão em direção ao pau dele, encontrando o membro coberto por uma calcinha que estava encharcada de tanto pré-gozo, ele retira ela lentamente, passando pelas coxas até chegar no pé, sua mão dá um aperto firme na ereção de Harry e ele movimenta para cima e para baixo com movimentos certeiros, Harry começa a ter espasmos pelo corpo pela força aplicada e solta cada vez mais pré-gozo na mão de Louis deixando ela molhada, e facilitando o deslizamento, ele passa o polegar pela fresta da glande e com dois dedos aperta ali em cima, e com a outra mão desce seus dedos lentamente até chegar na entrada apertada de Harry, retirando o plug e colocando de novo fazendo esse movimento repetitivo enquanto sua outra mão ainda estava na ereção pesada, ele pode ver os dedos de Harry se contorcendo em prazer e seus olhinhos se revirando, enquanto da sua boca sai sons incompreensíveis e estrangulados.

— Papai, por favor, por favor me faça gozar —Harry implora enquanto cavalga no plug que Louis constantemente tira e enfia no seu buraco.

—O papai tá aqui princesa, calma você já vai ter o que merece. — Louis diz com palavras calmas, o total oposto de como estava suas mãos, ele passa os olhos pelo corpo de Harry vendo as marcas de chupão cobrindo a pele leitosa e avista seus mamilos que agora estão mais inchados e duros, e ele leva sua boca naquela exata direção mordendo forte para passar a língua por cima na intenção de acalmar a vermelhidão, e decide retirar o plug que estava encharcado de lubrificação, apenas com isso ele faz Harry gozar com um grito que ecoa no quarto, em uma rapidez imensa, mas ele já estava tão excitado que nem se importou com isso, ele só precisava tanto do pau de Louis que sentia que não ia aguentar até o dia seguinte.

-Papai por favor, me preencha com seu pau, por favor, mesmo que o senhor não me foda, eu prometo esperar até amanhã.— Harry tem sua fala embolada e seu pensamento ainda meio turvo pelo orgasmo recente.

-Você é tão ridiculamente mimado, não consegue cumprir um simples combinado? Sempre desesperado e faminto por pau igual seu irmão, chega está estampado na testa de vocês o quanto vocês amam um pau enfiado na bunda, é humilhante de se ver.

-Por favor.- Harry implora mais uma vez e toma um susto ao sentir o pau grosso invadindo ele por completo, fazendo com que ele se sinta satisfeito e preenchido.

-Pronto, espero que não encha mais a porra do meu saco, estou cansado.

-Sim papai, boa noite, eu amo você. - Harry diz antes de finalmente cair no sono com o pau de seu papai enfiado até as bolas em sua bunda, o que ele podia fazer? Ele realmente era uma vagabunda por pau.

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