#louis Tomlinson smut one shot

[holdinonto-heartache]

Netflix And Chill

Summary: Y/N and Louis spend the day in at home together, smoking and 'watching' movies

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, smoking weed, unprotected sex, teasing, creampie, fingering, oral(m), hair pulling, biting, filth

Not a request // not edited

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"C'mere, love." Louis extends his arm out to you.

You smile and look down at his hand, "What's in it for me?" You tilt your head and he smirks as he pulls a joint from his hoodie pocket.

He holds it up and raises his eyebrows as he wiggles it back and fourth between his fingers, "This good enough?"

You bite your lip and move down to him. He lights it as you lay between him and the back of the couch, resting your hand on his stomach.

"Here ya go." He puts the joint between your lips and you inhale, closing your eyes as you kiss being sober for the day goodbye.

He pulls it away and puts it back between his own. You open your eyes and take a deep breathe, "wanna watch a movie?"

Louis chuckles, "Sure, love. We can watch a movie." He grabs the remote that's next to him after you take the joint.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask trying not to laugh as you take another hit.

You know what it means, you just want to hear Louis say it.

"Mm." He laughs and shakes his head, "You know exactly what I mean, babe." He looks at you and leans in slowly.

Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes.

He smiles and quickly pecks your lips before taking the joint back, taking a hit before handing it back to you.

You take the last hit and lean up to set it in the ashtray, before you exhale, Louis pulls you to him and hovers his lips against yours.

You exhale the smoke into his mouth and he closes the space by kissing you. He places his hands on your cheeks, slowly deepening the kiss.

Your fingers scrunch up his hoodie and you whimper quietly.

Louis moves away, only a little bit, "You know what I mean." He smirks and chuckles as he leans back, pressing play on the movie.

You bite your cheek and nod as you slowly cuddle back into his side. He wraps his arm around you, his fingers resting gently on your hip.

When you're high, you turn into a complete slut for Louis.

And he knows that.

But as said, you just wanted to hear him say that.

You focus on his heartbeat and watch his chest rise and fall. You wanted him so bad, but after what he just did, you wanted to be petty.

You lift your hand up off his stomach and his eyes move to watch it. You move it down and slip it under his hoodie.

You feel the muscles of his bare torso flex against your touch and you bite down on your lip.

He's teasing you without even trying.

Louis one finger starts to lightly draw a circle on your hip.

You bring your one leg up and lay your thigh over his.

He loved when you laid like this on him, even when he knew you were trying to get into his pants.

He wraps his arm tighter around you, laying his hand on your waist, "You enjoying your movie?"

You giggle, "I think it's missing us passing a joint back and fourth."

"That's me girl." Louis says pulling you to him. He laughs and you can't help but smile. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out another joint.

"How many do you have in there?" You say shocked, "Fuck babe." You laugh and look up at him. He smiles and shrugs, "You've been having some bad days at work, and I just wanted to give you a nice day off."

You smile and lean in to kiss him, "Thank you."

He rolls his eyes and smiles, "Mhm."

He puts the joint between your lips and you guys get back into the cuddling position you were in before.

You bring your leg back up onto his and slip your hand onto his stomach again. His breathing hitches slightly and you smirk knowing that you're getting to him.

He brings the lighter over and carefully lights the joint between your lips. You take a hit and Louis pulls it from your lips, moving it out of the way so he can lean down and breathe in the smoke from your mouth.

Things turn spicy and Louis pulls you on top of him as he pulls you in to kiss you. It gradually turns into a make out, fast.

You moan into his mouth as you grind down onto his growing hard cock, "Need you so bad." You whimper against his lips.

You kiss back his jaw and down his neck. He take a hit of the joint holding it for a few seconds before hitting it a second time.

He gently grabs your chin, pulling you over so you can shotgun the smoke with him.

Your lips barely brushed his, you felt like you needed to kiss him. You wanted to do so many things to this man in this second you felt like you could go crazy.

He blows the smoke into your mouth and you inhale, leaning back to exhale what little smoke was left.

"You're so fuckin' hot, babe." He extends his arm out, holding it between his two fingers. You smirk slightly and lean forward as you slowly move your hips to grind on his cock.

You wrap your lips around the joint and look up at him. His eyes are locked on yours and his thoughts are also locked on to your lips being wrapped around his cock.

"What do you want, babe?" You asks as he pulls the joint back. He presses it to his lips, taking a drag as he still watches you, "I'll tell you-" he says before exhaling.

He leans up ashing in the tray before gripping your hips and sliding his hands up. He grips your shirt and lifts it slightly, "I want this to come off."

You slip your hands under his sweatshirt and gently run your nail up his sides before slipping them out.

You nod and grip his sweatshirt, "I want that too."

He empties his hoodie pocket, which contains another joint, another lighter, and his phone.

You laugh slightly as he lays it down and he looks at you with a smirk. He chuckles as he reaches behind him and pulls the sweatshirt off of his body.

You follow quickly by taking off your shirt.

You toss it down and shrug, "Now what?"

He smirks, "Your turn. Tell me what you want."

You move down and snap the waist band of his shorts, "I want these off."

He tilts his head and nods, "Same for me, love." He smirks and raises his eyebrows.

"Okay." You smirk as you stand up and turn around.

You slowly slip your leggings down over your ass, making sure you give Louis a very good view.

You feel Louis hands on your ass, pulling down your panties and letting them drop before sliding his hands to your hip. 

He pulls you back onto his lap, moving his legs so you sit and lean back against his chest.

You whimper as you feel how hard he is against your back, "please." You whisper quietly and he chuckles lowly, "Do you want me to touch you?"

You nod, "I need you to touch me."

His hands slowly slides up your armsand down your chest, stopping at your boobs. He takes each one in his hand, massaging and kneading gently, "Where else, babe? Hmm?"

He kisses your neck as he pinches and pulls at your nipples. You moan and arch your back, "Here." You take his hand and pull it off your boob and move it down to your pussy, "Please touch my pussy."

Louis groans against your skin as his fingers start to circle your clit, "So, my little slut has finally decided to speak, yeah."

Louis loves when you dirty talk to him. It drives him insane, in a very, very good way.

You moan and tilt your head back more, "Shes always here for you."

Louis slides his hand from your boob to your throat and gently squeezes, "I fucking love you."

You smile and whimper slightly, "I fucking love you."

In one quick motion, he slips his fingers down and dips two of them into you. You gasp and let out a loud moan, "Fuck, yes, yes. Yes."

You clench around his fingers and turn your head towards him. He presses his lips to yours and steadily thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

It's not too fast and it's not too slow. It's the right pace and it's working very well for you so far.

"M'gonna cum." You whimper our against his lips. He slides his hand back down to your boob, pinching and pulling at your nipples.

He kisses down your neck as you tilt your head over more, "b-babe." You clench and hold around his fingers, moaning as you feel yourself being consumed by your orgasm.

"F-fuck. Fu-" you moan and pant as you come down from your high.

Louis slips out his fingers and without even thinking you reach out and grab his arm, bringing his fingers to your mouth.

Louis gasp and groans, "Shit, babe."

He watches in awe how you lick yourself from his fingers.

"Such a dirty girl." Louis whispers as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, "Spin around here, babe."

You turn around, straddling him, "Only for you." You whisper before leaning in to crash your lips onto his.

His hands slide around to your ass, squeezing as you grind down on him, causing him to groan.

You lean in and kiss him before slipping a hand between your bodies. You lay your hand his hard and restrained cock, "I want you in my throat, daddy."

"Go on then, love." Louis eggs you on, "I'm not complaining."

You bite your lip and move down his legs. You palm him though his boxers as you kiss across his stomach. His muscle flex under your touch as he groans, "You're teasing, baby."

"I know." You giggle slightly and slowly pull his boxers down, giving into him.

He lifts his hips up and once they're off, you wrap your hand around his cock licking your lips as you down, taking as much of him in as you can.

He moans and his hands finds it's rightful place on the back of your head, "Fuck.. yes.. babe. That's it." He takes a deep breathe and looked down at you, slightly dazed.

You work down, relaxing the best you can before you feel him slip into your throat, you keep yourself composed, breathing through your nose as tears we'll up in your eyes.

"Okay baby." Louis pulls your head off of him and you gasp slightly, wiping under your eyes and chin. You look up at him and he shakes his head, "I fucking love-" he pulls you over to him by your hands, "-how you look after you suck my cock."

He wraps his arms around your waist and leans in to kiss your chest and slowly works his back up your neck, leaving little marks as he goes.

You moan and tilt your head back, "Please, fuck me."

Louis nips the edge of your ear lobe, "Do it yourself." He slides a hand down to grab his cock and slides the tip against your folds.

You push your hips down, "Fuck, yes. Okay."

He loosens his arm and allows you to move into a more comfortable starting position. You lean back, laying on hand on his shin and the only holding the back of the couch.

Louis licks his lips and takes a second to admire you're soaked pussy.

"You have got such a pretty pussy, babe." He slowly thrusts his hips, rubbing his cock against you, "You're soaked, love. Shit."

You whimper and Louis chuckles, "Got my cock wet without even being in ya." He slips his cock inside of you, moaning as your walls clench around him.

You gasp slightly, moaning quickly after, "Shit, yes daddy, fuck." You start to move your hips, pushing them as far down as you can.

You bring your hand from his shin and place it on his chest. He grabs your other one and lays it over his shoulder as he sits up, moving back to sit up more.

You grip his shoulder and the back of the couch as you start bouncing, moaning and whimpering out his name over and over again.

"Feels so fuckin' good, babe." Louis moans lowly in your ear, "Makes me want to cum already, fuck and we just started.

You smirk and turn your head, meeting his lips with yours.

He slides a hand up, pressing it firmly against the center of your back as he gently wraps his hand around your neck.

You start to grind your hips, whimpering as you squeeze his cock, "m'so close, daddy." You whisper as you slide a hand up his back, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his back.

You open your eyes and you spot the last joint sitting on the cushion. You smirk and lean over to grab it, placing it between your lips.

Louis already has the lighter ready for you.

It's a love language. No matter where your are, cigarettes, joints, anything that you need lit, he lights.

You shake your hair out of the way and lean into the flame. He tosses the lighter onto the couch and lays his hands on your hips.

You place it between his lips and he takes a hit without breaking eye contact with you. You exhale and start to move your hips again, moaning as you sink all the way down.

Louis pulls you to him, blowing the smoke into your mouth and you breathe it in.

You take the joint from his grasp and lean back holding onto the back of the couch again, which gives him the full view of his cock sliding in and out of you.

"Jesus Christ." He groans, "You such a fuckin' dream, y/n."

You smile and exhale the smoke, closing your eyes as you extend your arm out. He takes it slowly, laying a hand on your knee.

You open your eyes and look at him as you slowly slide up and down on his cock, your orgasm coming back quickly, "I'm so close." You whine, "Fuck."

"Need some help?" Louis sits up and wraps his arm around your back, "Lay down, babe. I'll take care of ya."

You move and lay on the couch, taking the joint as Louis moves into his new position. He gets between your legs and you instantly wrap them around his waist,

You take a puff, inhaling loudly as he slips his cock back into you. He tilts his head and groans, "Fuck, I'm not going to be able to hold it much longer babe."

You nod and hold the joint up for him to take the last hit as you exhale, "Okay." You smile up at him and he put the dead joint in the ashtray.

He leans down, blowing the smoke into your mouth as he starts to thrust. You try to keep focus on inhaling but you can help it, you moan and arch your back up off the couch.

"Fuck, daddy." You whine and look up at him.

"Feel good, Mm?" Louis brushes hair from your face as he pushes his cock deeper with each thrust, "you feel-" he leans and kisses you, moaning into your mouth, "fuckin' incredible."

You wrap your arm around his shoulder, laying a hand on his cheek as you deepen the kiss.

He slides his hand down to your waist, fingers pulling at your skin as you both moan into each other.

"M'gonna cum.. fuck." Louis groans as he rests his forehead on yours. You slide a hand down, pressing your fingers to your clit.

You moan at the added pleasure and clench Louis' cock, "Right there." You moan out as Louis pounds into you.

Within minutes, you're orgasming at the same time, clinging to each other like your life depends on it.

"I love you." Louis whispers quietly against your lips.

You smile, "and I love you."

He presses his lips to yours and sits up, pulling out as he looks around, "um."

"Just use my shirt, I'll wash it later." You reach down and grab it for him. You go to the bathroom and then grab a clean shirt and panties before going back out to Louis.

You guys get settled in, all nice and cozy, "Now.. can we actually watch this movie?" Louis look down at you with a cheeky smirk.

"Yeah, that's if you don't start anything this time." You lay your hand on his bare stomach and he tilts his head, "This is how it all started last time."

He tsks his tongue and you smirk up at him, "Why do you think I'm doing it again?"

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Hi hello! I know it's been a little while since the last Louis one shot so I just wanted go say thank you for being so so patient with me! I hope it was worth the wait! <3

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[justmeinatree]

06 - ‘Cause I Want You Bad

Summary : Part 6 to Let Passion Get Too Much … niall x louis x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, edging, subspace, pussy spanking

Word Count : 4.5k

GIFs : unknown, msg for credit

louis knew he shouldn’t be doing this. he shouldn’t have you on his lap, shouldn’t have his hands gripped into your bum, shouldn’t have you slowly grinding on him, shouldn’t have his tongue in your mouth. but when you came down the stairs wearing his grey sweat pants, louis just about lost his mind. 

“where’s niall ?” louis groans, something that makes your eyebrows furrow. not that you didn’t love niall, not that you didn’t always want him around, just, right in this exact moment, you weren’t exactly thinking about him. 

“’s saturday,” you mumbled against louis’ lips, as if that explained everything. but when you feel louis’ face contort into confusion, you explain between kisses, refusing to ever fully remove your mouth from his. “when we’re both home on saturday mornings,” you start, pausing to kiss louis deeply, your grip in his hair tightening, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip. “we take some time for each other,” kiss, “we like this cafe a few blocks away,” kiss, “he’s gone to pick up scones, muffins, coffee,” kiss, “s’tradition.”

and suddenly louis felt like such an intruder. you two had a saturday morning tradition, and here he was, getting in the way. he pulls away from the kiss, hand pressed on your chest, keeping you far enough to be just out of reach of his lips, eliciting the sweetest little whimper from you. “i can leave, darling.”

“wha- no,” you shake your head, pulling his hand from your chest, back down to your hip, mouth attaching to his neck, “he’s getting breakfast for three,” you explain, taking a moment to suck a small bruise behind his ear, smiling as you dip back into his lips. “s’about all of us now, remember ?” you murmur, not giving him a chance to really answer, too caught up in his mouth.

louis swears he can feel his heart swell at the thought. he was being included into a long standing tradition. if he’d ever felt insecure about his position in this relationship, it was definitely waning. the only problem now, is that louis’ desperate to get inside you, and niall’s on his way with breakfast, dammit. “how long until niall’s back ?” louis finds himself asking, most of it coming out as an incoherent mumble, one that he has to repeat when you give him enough time in between kisses. 

you groan in frustration, eyebrows furrowed, “why are you so preoccupied with niall right now ?” seriously, the question may have come off bitchy, especially if your name was niall, but truthfully, you were having the most incredible moment with louis. him being all you could clearly focus on, and here he is, asking about someone else.

“isn’t this kind of pushing the cheating line ?” louis asks, remembering the night, a while ago now, where the three of you came up with one rule, only including louis if you were all present. and although louis’ quite sure that having a very heated makeout session won’t really bother niall, he can’t be so sure that the same could be said about putting his entire cock inside you. 

you were still momentarily confused, until the rule floated back into your mind, when realization of louis’ apprehension made complete sense. you sit back on louis’ thighs, shoulders slumping, looking at him in pure adoration, “things have changed, significantly since then,” you chuckle softly. honestly, the opportunity just hadn’t presented itself for you and louis to have a moment alone like this, and therefore the rule lay far down in your memory, almost forgotten. especially by now, when you were pretty certain that niall would not mind one bit. he’d probably find it incredibly hot to walk in on louis’ cock buried deep inside you. “niall won’t mind at all,” you add for good measure, leaning forward to dip back in for more kisses, hips grinding down harder on him.

louis groans, whining slightly. fuck, he wanted to, wanted you, so badly. but he couldn’t bring himself to it without expressly hearing from niall that it was okay. he needed to be certain that the rules had changed for everybody. and so louis’ grip on your hips tighten, holding you in place, ceasing your movements, “not until niall gets back,” louis warns softly. 

well fine, you think to yourself, but you didn’t have to make it easy. your hand grips into louis’ hair, tipping his head back, exposing his neck. your mouth works its way over his stubbly skin, tracing feather soft kisses, and teeny nipping bites. you take your time, slowly working over his entire neck, paying close attention to spots that made his breathing hitch. 

louis kept his hands gripped into your hips, not allowing you the satisfaction of grinding down on him. but he was losing his resolve quickly. it was so easy to get lost in you, so easy to give into anything you wanted. and the moment your mouth closed around his earlobe, sucking and biting softly, as you breathe out a groan, one that reverberates right into his ear, shooting down his spine, going straight to his cock, louis was sure he’d lost complete control of himself for a moment. his body reacting on its own, hips bucking up into you, hard.

it pulled a moan from you, again, landing right in his ear, as your forehead rested against his temple. “again,” you whine breathily in his ear, figuring the trick to getting louis doing whatever you pleased. it seemed to go hand in hand with how much he loves and gets off on hearing niall speak.

louis can’t help himself, hips lifting again, groaning as he feels you, still wearing his sweats, surely sticky with your arousal by now. another thought that swirls through his mind, not helping the situation he’s put himself in. louis turns his head, catching your lips with his own, pulling your mouth from his ear, kissing you deep. kissing you hard. he needed a grounding distraction, and it was the best thing he could think of. plus, it kept your mouth busy from bringing him right to the edge.

it was a few minutes later, that you both recognize the thwacking sound of niall’s shoes being thrown off unceremoniously, followed by the trudging of his footsteps. “finally,” louis breathes, pulling away from your mouth, hips rolling hard into yours.

niall rounds the corner into the living room, right as you whimper, eyes locked on louis’. a smirk pulls at niall’s lips, dropping the coffees and treats on the end table, “guess the coffees are going cold this morning,” he laughs. 

“fuck yes,” louis groans, head falling back on the couch, eyes closing, “i’ll get us more later, but for now, please just get over here.”

niall looks at you in slight confusion at the snippiness of louis’ tone. he’s met with your rolling eyes, and the word “rules,” as the only explanation you give. you can see that niall takes a moment, much like you did at first, just to remember what that was, eyes flicking over fondly to louis’ when he realizes. “since when do you follow the rules, anyway ?” niall asks, chuckling, even more confusion etched in his features.

louis groans loudly, laughing, as he shakes his head. he lifts his head from the back of the couch, cheeks turning a slight red as he looks back and forth between you and niall for a moment, gaze filled with adoration. “since i really don’t want to fuck up,” louis admits.

niall flops himself on the couch next to louis, pulling him in for a quick kiss. he almost couldn’t believe the surge of emotions at louis’ confession. “y’not fucking up, mate,” niall murmurs, eyes locked on louis’ as he says it, wanting him to understand the seriousness of what he was saying.

“we want you here, louis,” you murmur, reaching out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it. “in all the ways,” you add, meaning that it wasn’t just sex anymore. 

louis knew. he knew this. you’d both been so sweet, and so patient, always reassuring him. truthfully, he just needed to get out of his own head. needed to let himself live this, be in it fully. “i know,” louis nods, his eyes holding so much truth, so much love. “i’m sorry, i’m getting there yeah ?” he admits with a soft sigh.

“remind ya every fuckin day if i have to,” niall chuckles playfully. although the statement stood, he happily would remind louis every day if he needed. still, lightening the mood was his strong suit, especially in moments like this, when you were both so clearly right into each other, bodies craving. it was no time to be having this talk.

both you and louis know what that meant. you both know niall well enough. the little joke was his way of ending the conversation, of tabling it until later when the time would be more appropriate. “now, it seems i’ve interrupted something,” niall smirks at the two of you, sitting back against the couch, making himself comfortable, taking his coffee and muffin, raising his eyebrow as he looks back at the both of you. “don’t stop on my account,” he smiles, taking a tiny bite of the chocolate chip muffin, and a small slurpy sip of his coffee for emphasis. 

you bite your lip, looking back at louis, gentle smile pulling at your lips. louis looked so soft, so cozy. you couldn’t help but reach out and cup his jaw, pulling his face to yours, kissing him deeply again. you could feel how much more laidback he was now that niall was here. you hadn’t realized before, but now that he’s so much calmer, his entire demeanour looser, it clicks in your mind that he may have been a bit nervous earlier. you just aren’t sure why. 

although it had been over a year since the first time you brought up the idea of a threesome in that hotel room, louis still relied heavily on niall’s cues for just about everything. not that he didn’t think he couldn’t, more that it felt tried and true, and he couldn’t fuck up since niall never fucked up. niall knew you so well, he just always knew. and louis’ still learning, so really, it just felt easier, and much less stressful, to feed off of niall’s cues. 

so now that he was here, watching and savouring his breakfast, slowly growing a stiffy, enjoying this way too much, louis’ grip into you tightened significantly, his entire behaviour shifting. 

niall though, wanting the show to move along, tuts softly, “get naked already,” he laughs around his mouthful of food. but still, it worked, as he watches you slowly raise to your feet, standing between louis’ legs, gripping the base of your tank top and pulling it off over your head. it was still much too early in the day for a bra, your chest instantly exposed to them. louis’ hands cup the sides of your breast, groaning softly, as his thumbs reach out to flick over your nipples, “beautiful girl,” he breathes, before his palms slide down your sides to the hem of his pants that you were wearing. louis slowly pulls them down, watching a strand of arousal connect your centre with his pants, watching it snap as the material falls down your legs.

louis groans, gripping your hips, pulling you up to him. his mouth instantly falls on your pussy, sucking up any arousal that he can. a loud groany moan falls from your lips, head tilting back, louis pulling one of your legs, bending it at the knee, and resting your foot on the couch next to him. the position gives him better access to your cunt, mouth working tirelessly, hands gripping into your bum, holding you in place. 

you gripped into louis’ hair, centring yourself, as your eyes roll back, the messiness of louis’ technique always sending you reeling. he was everywhere you didn’t even know you needed. shifting from his tongue to his lips to his teeth, licking, sucking, nipping, from your clit to your entrance to inside you, pressed on your sweet spot. you’ll have to remember to ask if he has a technique, or if he just goes for it. either way, you were already so heated, breathing laboured, coming out in soft breathy pants.

with all the work that louis had put in before niall even got home, and the extra work right now, your cunt finally getting direct contact with the man you’ve been craving for the last half hour, you could feel yourself approaching your first high. could feel the heat start to spread through your body, could feel your muscles start twitching. 

louis could feel it too. your tummy was spasming, legs trembling, moans more desperate. he brought you right to the edge, right to where the coil was about to snap, and he pulled away, looking up at you with a smirk, “not yet, love.”

his mouth, his chin were soaked, tongue licking over his lips, just waiting for your reaction. it took your brain a quick moment to catch up to the fact that your pleasure had ended so abruptly, a groan grumbling from the depths of your chest, falling forward, forehead resting against louis’, a look of desperation on your features.

all louis does, however, is press his mouth to yours, invading your senses with your own taste, licking into your mouth, depositing more of your arousal onto your tongue. 

niall was watching on, desperate for a taste of you, his breakfast long forgotten, pants pulled down halfway to his knees, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. he hadn’t given in by touching himself yet, but his hand was gripped into his upper, inner thigh, and he was losing resolve. something about watching the two of you was so hot to niall. he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, but he thinks he could do this for the rest of his life. watch you two until he’s so worked up that he needs to join. 

your hips drop to louis’, his cock perfectly nestled between your folds, rolling yourself on him. the tip of his prick was hitting your clit so deliciously, then catching on your entrance with every sway of your hips. you were picking up speed, teased right to the edge just moments ago, now furiously in search of the high you’d been denied.

“makin yourself feel good, pet ?” niall asks, his eyes roaming both your bodies, entranced in the glistening pool of arousal you’ve left behind on louis’ skin, the little red fingerprint indents in your hips and your bum from the strength of louis’ grasp. it was a miracle niall had been able to hold out so long, and still somehow finding the composure to not jump in just yet.

louis’ eyes were trained on your centres, watching you use him to pleasure yourself. with every backwards glide of your hips, he could see just how wet you were making him, feeling your arousal pool below his cock. he could feel your clenches whenever he’d hit a more sensitive spot, could hear your moans getting breathier, your urgency becoming greater. you were close again. that much, louis was good at reading. and just as you were about to scream out, he was pulling your hips clean off of his, leaving you with no friction, and no means to reach your peak.

you do end up screaming out, although not as erotically as you’d planned. it was just about the most frustrating thing you could think of, making your entire body twitch as it came down from nothing. “please,” you find yourself begging, “please louis, please,” you add whinier, whimpering as you grip into him.

niall catches the moment that louis’ eyes flicked to his. louis was checking in, making sure that this wasn’t pushing you too far. he thinks that so far, he’s only witnessed you revelling in multiple orgasms. he’s never been a part of a scene that involved edging with you. by niall’s reaction though, louis knows you’re alright, that this isn’t your first time, that your whines hadn’t reached any thresholds as of yet. 

and so, without hesitation, louis slides his cock inside you, angling his tip right for your sweet spot, something else he’s learned, and gotten quite pro at. it knocks the air straight out of your lungs, gasping for a breath, as louis keeps up a slow, hard pace. 

your head rolled forward, looking down at louis desperately, unshed tears pooling in your eyes, pleading gaze hitting him. for the first time, he held all the cards. he could see that you were on the edge of tipping into floatiness. and no matter how much power your gaze held, louis needed to see where he could push you. as soon as your cunt started to flutter on him, tremors almost overlapping, louis pulls out, “not yet, darling,” he groans, watching the shift in your eyes. 

louis only felt fully comfortable doing so with niall watching so attentively. he knew that if anything, niall had the situation under control. it appeased louis. and little did he know, it appeased you as well. 

your body falls forward again, being left on the peak, just to fall once again. your mouth crashes onto louis’, needing an anchor for a moment, gripping his hair for balance. you were a whimpery, panting mess, your hips flailing, trying to escape louis’ grasp. 

niall couldn’t hold back anymore. his cock was so hard, he was growing more and more needy, and he was desperate to have an opportunity at bringing you to the edge as well. so he comes to a stand behind you, fingers reaching out for your hole. 

the added touch made you jump slightly, not having realized that niall had gotten up and was now right there. he’s quick to reassuringly shush you, murmuring, “y’still stretched from last night ?” his fingertips dance around your ring of muscles, index slowly breaching. you were so mellow, muscles still relaxed from last night, niall would have no trouble joining the scene. it makes him reach over to the drawer in the end table by the couch, pulling out a small bottle of lube. 

louis looks on with a playful smirk and raised eyebrow, “dirty, the two of you,” he laughs, incredulously shaking his head. although, really, he shouldn’t be surprised at this point. obviously you two would have lube within easy reach, always at the ready. 

niall slowly eased his way inside you, your muscles giving way easily, eyes fluttering shut, mouth parting as you moan out. your face was buried in louis’ chest, back arched, hips straight up. louis gently coaxed your head up a tiny bit, enough for him to kiss you deeply. you were so tingly, so buzzy, egged on by the moans niall was echoing out from behind you. 

you were so close to the edge, brought closer and closer each time, almost permanently trembling. “please,” you whimper, needing to cum, needing it so badly. you were so hot, so desperate for a release. but niall didn’t allow it, pulled out a moment later, making you bite into louis’ lip, hard. your body trying to curl in on itself, unable to in the position you were in. “need to beg a lot more if you’re that desperate,” niall tuts with a smirk.

niall takes it upon himself to not allow you the break they’d been allowing you up until now, reaching below you to grip at louis’ prick, pulling a gasp from him, placing his cock right at your entrance, pressing you down to sit on him. both you and louis moan out loudly, bucking up into you, making you rise entirely, lifted by his hips, cock empaled into you. 

they were taking their turns, bringing you right to the edge, pulling out and letting the other have a turn. it was constant, keeping you right there, unable to attain your peak. your body was limply being shuffled from straight up against niall’s chest, to folded over louis’ body. you were gasping for air, pleading with loud whines. the back and forth and back and forth feeling of switching holes and switching cocks, you could barely keep up, not with the way you were floating now, so far gone. you felt so properly used, like a doll for them to fuck. and you loved it. the best release.

you’d lost count of how many times they alternated being inside you. all you knew was that you were about to lose any resolve. you were teetering on the peak, and niall had started recognizing that their time inside you was getting shorter and shorter. but really, niall wasn’t ready to give you what you wanted. he and louis, however-

niall decides to keep your hips floating, above louis and a bit too far from himself. he reaches down below you, gripping louis’ cock and tugging quickly. it pokes a hard breath from his lungs, head falling back and baring his throat, “fuck, niall, fuck,” louis whines out, the sudden contrast from the slowness of his thrusts inside you, to the quickness of niall’s hand threw him in a bit of a frenzy. 

as floaty as you were, you recognized that niall was working louis now, was bringing him to his own edge, while still denying you yours. it made you whine more desperately, crying out pleads, tears streaming down your cheeks as you realize that they’ll be letting themselves cum. without you. something they both manage quickly with all of their own edging in the process.

louis moans out, cum painting both your pussy and his own stomach, back arching as he does. niall uses the cum on his hand to stroke himself, cumming moments later, also painting your sopping cunt. it was so dirty, the image that niall was privy to. your heat leaking a mixture of arousal and multiple loads of cum, right down onto louis’ cock. without much thought, niall leaves an open palm smack right over your centre.

you cry out loudly, muscles spasming, gush of liquid erupting from your cunt. the spanking wouldn’t make you cum, niall knew that. but it sure could make your squirt. “colour,” niall’s quick to ask, quicker than louis even thought of it, another testament as to why he likes to have niall around for these moments. and as soon as a quiet “green” spilled from your lips, louis had shuffled down, head between your legs, taking a turn in landing his own smack to your cunt. 

with another loud cry, you gushed some more liquid, louis’ mouth awaiting to catch as much as he could, happily humming as he swallowed. “want a taste, tommo,” niall grunted, landing another spank himself, louis ready to collect. he slithered from his spot between your legs, gripping into niall’s hair to tip his head back. louis pinched niall’s chin, making his mouth open, depositing your squirt into his mouth. niall moaned out, swallowing, mouth suctioning to louis’ in an intense kiss. their first one of the day. and they were indulging. full of tongue and teeth clattering, groaning right next to your ear, you whimpered, trying to get their attention, desperate for them. 

once louis pulled away breathlessly, noting how blissed out you looked, leaned back against niall, head tipped over his shoulder, gasping for small breaths, body trembling, tear stains on your cheeks. you looked beautiful. louis kisses his way back down your body, figuring he could give into you just a tiny bit, before smacking your abused cunt once again, needing to taste more. 

you were so far gone, you couldn’t think, your brain too prickly. the pleasure that had taken over your body was so intense, skin heated like it was being burned, electric zaps coursing through your veins. you’d long lost count of how many spanks your poor pussy had taken, revelling in the gushing pleasure it allowed you each time.

“make her cum,” niall speaks out to louis, starting to note just how far you’d fallen. no longer able to answer the question he’d been asking for a good minute. a question that you hadn’t even heard due to the ringing in your ears. nor had you registered the fact that he told louis to make you cum.

so a surprised squeak left your lips as his mouth closed around your puffy clit, suctioning it into his mouth, flicking his tongue quickly. “cum, petal,” niall murmurs against your ear, knowing that the words would reach your subconscious, trembling so hard as your high finally peaked. it was so strong, body wracking, you fell through niall’s arms, louis’ hands quickly reaching up to catch you. he slithered from under you again, letting you rest against his chest as you gasped and panted for breath, far out of consciousness.

you weren’t sure how long you’d been using louis to recover, but his hand was gently stroking your hair, niall sitting next to him, playing with your fingers, stroking your palm. 

it was the soft shuffle of your head, burying yourself more into louis, that makes him realize you’d come to. his other hand reaches around you to squeeze you lightly, niall smiling at you, “welcome back, petal.”

you hum, nodding, smiling at them, still too exhausted and weak to lift your head. “be here all day if y’need, darling,” louis murmurs quietly, ready to give you the comfort needed after the intensity of the scene. your heart melting at his willingness, humming breathily, leaving a soft kiss against his skin. 

niall can really see how good louis is with you, but also realizes that he’s leaning a little too much on his experience. he remembers the early days with you, when he could learn you and test with you. it’s those moments that brought you two as close as you are now. the opportunity to make safe mistakes and learn from them, getting to know each other intimately by trying and by getting messy. and he trusts louis, knows that you do too. it was just time for louis to trust himself, niall thinks. “we’re gonna need another talk, rethink those rules,” niall hums, watching you nod, and a fond smirk pull at louis’ lips. things had changed, it was time that the rules and the dynamic did as well.

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Harry Styles Wattpad Fan Fiction Recs

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Breaking The Ice by sarbearfive

Hockerry with a slow burn romance. Read it all in one night IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!

Spotlight by Kiwiharryy

Enemies to lovers, also they're in a fake relationship which I eat up everytime!!!!

Rising Stars by tpwk1d00

Two famous singers fall in love

PRETEND by alittleloveeee

Another enemies to lovers where they're actors

Scandal by angelsvol6

Yet another fake relationship fic, trust me THIS ONE IS SO INCREDIBLE, I've read it at least 3 times now.

Assumptions by sugarpaperactuallyx

Famous au where the reader is working on the "behind the album" documentary with harry.

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ink & innocence - 31

word count: 7.1k

i broke my heart about twenty nine thousand times writing this. have fun!

Aspen couldn't get out of bed for a few days. She was glad that the weekend was there to aid her, alongside Isobel. There was no need for any words, just movies and ice cream and pasta.

By the time next Friday had rolled around, Aspen decided she wasn't going to lull around any more. The tired she carried on her shoulders and the pain still settled in her heart were mere reminders of Harry.

She wished endlessly that night that things could have been different. But being new to this, to a relationship at that, Aspen felt suffocated. She laughed to herself for hours in between tears at the insane realization of it all.

The girl was only nineteen. Nineteen years old, in college, in a small town living with her best friend, dating a brooding asshole who's just a big softie littered in tattoos. And that brooding asshole just so happened to be wrapped up in drug dealing? What were the chances.

Her anger didn't lie within Harry, no matter how much she wanted it to. She wanted to be mad that he lied, that it was so easy for him to lie, but she always circled back to his words. 

Even if he did tell her, what was Aspen to do? She would have worried endless until she was sick to her stomach about it. She thought about everything Harry might have felt, the fear of losing her. 

Aspen was no stranger to knowing what she meant to Harry, even if it was a small part. She knew how he grew up and what girls he had been with, or slept with, and she knew how his heart had been treated. Even in his every day actions, she could see how appreciative he was. 

When Isobel got with Zayn, according to the story she told Aspen, Isobel was worried sick about how things would change after three months. Three months flew by, and then she worried about six. After six, it was nine, and Zayn had told her to get a damn grip 'cause he wasn't going anywhere. Now, here they were, practically married. 

Aspen didn't have to fear the upcoming months with Harry. Everything felt so... good. He never frayed away from the love he gave her since day one. If anything, it only grew as he opened up to her more.

Harry always kept his promises. He did keep her safe. He did show her love. Whenever she had an exam, he always made sure to leave her flowers. Whether it was at her apartment, or tucked into the handle of her car door, he was always lingering. When Aspen couldn't focus on her studies, Harry offered her a quiet place in the shop. He barked orders for everyone to shut the hell up, and even turned on a quieter playlist that strayed from his normal rap and rock mix. 

He always held her hand, and he always looked both ways for her before they crossed the street. Harry always made sure that her headlights were on before she started driving, when she insisted she could do it, and he always made sure to flick them off when she started skipping away into the store.

So, she could understand where he came from. How could she not? If she were to be in his shoes, she wasn't sure how she'd even begin to explain something like that. The way Harry had looked seemed like there was more than just an exchange of drugs followed by a beating. His eyes were so empty, filled with so much fear. 

And she knew, she trusted, that Harry would understand her, too.

Each day she drove past the shop on her way to school. His car would be there when she left to when she came back from her shifts at the library. It sat in the same spot, practically collecting dust and leaves clung to the windshield wipers as time went on. It made her heart hurt more, it felt like he was cowering away.

They hadn't spoke since. That night when she left, just around midnight, Harry had texted her. He said that he understood her need for space, but he loved her. He read her message when she replied, saying that she loved him too and thanking him. Some part of her wished he would have pushed for more.

Aspen sighed as she rolled onto her side, her fingers mindlessly playing with the frayed edge of her blanket. Her body felt heavy, the kind of exhaustion that wasn’t just physical but emotional, too. It had been a week since she walked away from Harry, yet his absence clung to her like a shadow. She still reached for her phone sometimes, half-expecting a message, but there was nothing. The last text thread between them remained frozen in time, a painful reminder of the fallout she wished she could forget.

The soft knock on her bedroom door pulled her from her thoughts, and she barely had the energy to lift her head.

"Hey, Asp," Isobel’s voice was gentle, a knowing lilt in her tone. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her expression laced with sympathy.

Aspen forced a small smile, though it barely reached her eyes. "Hi, Iz." She patted the bed beside her, inviting her friend in.

Isobel pushed off the doorframe, her steps light as she crossed the room and settled onto the bed beside Aspen’s curled-up frame. Her hand rested on Aspen’s shoulder, a comforting presence in the quiet room.

"You know I love you and all," Isobel started, a teasing edge creeping into her voice, "but the bed is starting to eat you."

Aspen scrunched her nose, reaching for the remote on her nightstand. She flicked through the channels lazily, her attention barely on the moving images across the screen.

"It’s Friday, Iz," she murmured. "I went to classes and work all week. I’m exhausted."

She left out the part where exhaustion wasn’t just from her schedule—it was from thinking too much. From feeling too much.

Her fingers clutched the pillow tighter, pressing it against her chest as if it could fill the empty space inside her. "And I just… I dunno. I miss him."

Saying it out loud made it feel even more real, more painful. She hated how easily his absence affected her, how much it hurt to not hear his voice or feel the warmth of his presence. He was everywhere in her mind—his touch, his laughter, the way he’d look at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. And yet, in reality, he was nowhere to be found.

Isobel let out a soft sigh before she flopped down beside Aspen, their heads smushed together as she let out a dramatic, "Oh, poor baby."

Aspen laughed despite herself, her breath hitching as Isobel’s blonde strands tickled her nose. The sound of her own laughter felt foreign, like she hadn’t heard it in too long.

"What are you doing?" Aspen asked, her voice still laced with amusement.

"Shh, shh… I’m sending you telepathic good vibes," Isobel said, pressing a finger to Aspen’s lips before closing her eyes and dramatically humming a buzzing sound.

Aspen burst into another fit of laughter, her body shaking with the effort. The ache in her chest didn’t disappear, but for a brief moment, it felt a little lighter.

Isobel grinned at the reaction, finally pulling away. "Sooo," she started, her tone shifting.

Aspen’s brow arched. She could already tell where this was going. "Oh, shut up," she groaned.

Isobel smirked. "I was just going to say that Zayn invited me over. Just for some drinks and pizza. Said I could bring you if I wanted to."

Aspen shook her head almost instantly. "I’ll be okay here."

Isobel squinted at her. "You hate being home alone."

Aspen huffed and shrugged, knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument.

"Aspen Waverly."

"Iz!" Aspen whined, sitting up just enough to glare at her friend.

"You are coming with me," Isobel declared. "And you are not cooping up in here all alone until your bed eats you alive."

Aspen crossed her arms, lips pressing into a thin line. She wanted to argue, but the truth was, Isobel was right. Being alone with her thoughts all night wasn’t going to do her any favors.

"Zayn said you could raid his bookshelf," Isobel quipped, her tone knowing.

Aspen tried—really tried—to keep her face neutral, but she could already feel the way her lips twitched at the thought. Zayn had an incredible collection, full of first editions and rare copies of books she’d been dying to get her hands on.

Isobel grinned, seeing the shift in her expression. "Knew that’d get you. Come on, we’re gonna leave in fifteen."

Aspen sighed, throwing her pillow aside. She might still be hurting, but maybe, just maybe, getting out of this room for a while would help her forget— if only for a few hours.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The warm glow of Zayn’s apartment was a welcome contrast to the crisp night air. The place smelled like freshly baked pizza, the scent mixing with the faint musk of cologne and old books. The three of them were sprawled around the living room, their laughter filling the space as they nibbled on slices of pepperoni and garlic knots.

Aspen had made herself comfortable on the oversized armchair, her legs tucked beneath her as she flipped through a first edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray that she had pulled from Zayn’s bookshelf. The worn leather cover and gold-foiled lettering had her heart racing when she first spotted it, and she wasted no time sinking into the pages.

Isobel, on the other hand, had draped herself across Zayn’s couch, tossing a throw pillow into the air and catching it absentmindedly as she spoke. "Okay, but hear me out—if you were in a horror movie, who do you think would be the first to die?"

Zayn, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a beer in hand, scoffed. "That’s easy. It’s you."

"Excuse me?" Isobel gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. "How dare you?"

"Are you kidding?" Zayn laughed. "You’d be the one to say, ‘Guys, let’s split up!’ and then immediately get caught."

Aspen chuckled, glancing up from her book. "Yeah, Iz, I love you, but I feel like you’d trip over your own feet trying to run away."

"Wow. Betrayed by my own people," Isobel huffed, shaking her head. "I, for one, think Aspen would be the first to go. Bookworms never survive."

Aspen raised a brow. "Uh, excuse me? Have you ever seen The Mummy? The book nerd saves the day."

Zayn grinned. "She’s got a point."

"Okay, fine," Isobel conceded, waving a hand. "Then Zayn dies first."

"Not a chance," he smirked. "I’d be the one secretly working with the villain the whole time and then switching sides at the last second to help the final girl."

Aspen snorted. "You’ve thought about this before."

Zayn took a slow sip of his beer, his smirk never fading. "Maybe."

The conversation carried on like that—effortless, full of teasing and warmth. For the first time in days, Aspen felt like herself again. The ache in her chest dulled, if only slightly, as she found herself smiling, truly smiling.

She turned the page in her book, her fingers gliding over the delicate paper as Zayn and Isobel launched into another ridiculous debate. She wasn’t fully listening, but the hum of their voices was comforting, grounding.

Then came the knocks.

Three loud, insistent thuds.

The laughter died instantly. The air in the apartment shifted, tension settling over them like a suffocating blanket.

Then, a voice.

"Zayn?"

Aspen’s stomach plummeted.

Harry.

His voice was slurred, thick with the unmistakable weight of alcohol.

"Are you home?," he called again, his voice muffled through the door.

No one moved. No one breathed.

Zayn’s eyes widened slightly before he shot up from his seat. "Go upstairs," he whispered urgently, gesturing toward the hallway.

Aspen hesitated. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her hands gripping the book so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Now," Zayn whispered more harshly, already moving toward the door.

Isobel didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed Aspen’s hand and pulled her up, dragging her toward the stairs as quietly as possible.

From the hallway, Aspen could still hear Harry’s voice. It was rough, desperate.

"Zayn, mate, open the door."

She swallowed hard, her feet barely making a sound against the floor as she and Isobel disappeared upstairs.

Back in the living room, Zayn exhaled sharply before undoing the lock and pulling the door open.

And there stood Harry.

Disheveled. Eyes glazed over. Jacket hanging off one shoulder. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes clung to him like a second skin.

His gaze was unfocused at first, but when he saw Zayn, his lips parted slightly.

"Can I come in?"

Zayn raked over his frame before stepping to the side and let them in. Before Harry could turn to look at the living room where the three of them sat, he took his friend's arm and guided him to the kitchen.

"Let's get you some water," Zayn mentioned, setting Harry down against the counter before grabbing a glass from the cupboard. He pressed the cup against the lever, the water from his fridge hissing to life and streaming into the cup.

Harry groaned softly, placing his head in his hand. "I don't know what I was thinking," he scoffed.

"What did you drink, Harry?" Zayn sighed, handing the glass to Harry before leaning against the counter across from him.

"Too much," he slurred as he raised the glass to his lips, gulping down the water with ease. It wasn't an exact answer to what Zayn asked, but he knew his friend well enough to know that didn't mean any good.

Harry set the glass down with a small stumble, wrapping his fingers around the ledge of the counter. "I don't know what to do," he laughed bitterly, looking up from the cup to Zayn. "I don't know what to fucking do."

Zayn pursed his lips, taking in a small breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

"It's hard. I won't say I understand, but I'll try to, if you want to keep going. I'm here for you."

"No," Harry groaned, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk."

"Harry," Zayn raised a brow, "you didn't walk here drunk off your ass for nothing. My place is further than yours, assuming you came from Joes."

Harry grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Zayn before huffing. His heart swelled then broke instantly as he did, reminding him yet again of Aspen. How she'd glare playfully at him and huff from her soft, perfect lips.

"That night was bad," Harry said after a beat. He pursed his lips, his words slurred as he spoke. His hands came into motion now, moving along with whatever he said.

"I know space is necessary sometimes. I know she deserved it, after what I did to her, but Jesus, man. Could you imagine if Isobel said she needed space? If she was the one to need it? It's selfish, I know that, and I think of her feelings too, I just... I can't even get over mine."

Zayn nodded as he listened, his eyes softening. "I couldn't begin to imagine how much it hurt, Harry."

The man scoffed, shaking his head. Harry didn't know 'hurt'. He didn't know heartbreak, not like this. His worst one was when his cat had passed when he was twelve. Then he hardened up and he became... whatever this was.

Harry let out a long breath, his fingers curling around the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His body swayed slightly, the alcohol making everything feel heavier, slower, like he was sinking into the floor. His vision blurred in and out of focus, but Zayn’s face remained clear— steady, understanding. It only made him feel worse.

"I don’t even know who I am without her," Harry admitted, voice barely above a whisper. His throat was tight, like something was lodged deep inside, refusing to come up. 

"It’s like… like I finally had something good. Someone good. And I fucked it all up."

Zayn exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew Harry well enough to understand that when he let his walls down like this, it wasn’t just drunken rambling— it was raw, stripped down, all the pain he usually buried under sharp words and forced indifference spilling out in broken pieces.

"You didn’t fuck everything up," Zayn said, keeping his voice calm. "You made a mistake. And yeah, it was a big one. But it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to fix it."

Harry let out a bitter laugh, tipping his head back. His eyes burned, the alcohol pulling every emotion to the surface with no filter, no control. 

"And what if she never forgives me? What if—" His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, gripping the counter tighter. "What if she never wants to see me again?"

Zayn watched his friend carefully, the weight of Harry’s emotions settling in his chest. "Then you respect that," he said simply. "You own what you did, and you give her what she needs. But you don’t get to just… give up on yourself because of it, man."

Harry's jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he shook his head. "She looked at me like I was a stranger. Like she didn’t even know me." 

His voice dropped to something small, something broken. "Like she hated me."

Zayn sighed, stepping closer. "Aspen doesn’t hate you, mate. She’s hurt. She’s allowed to be."

Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, his body slumping further against the counter. He felt exhausted— emotionally, physically, in every possible way. The weight of his own actions, his own emotions, was crushing. He ran a hand through his curls, tugging slightly at the roots as if that would bring some kind of clarity.

His voice was barely audible when he muttered, "You should’ve just left me there."

Zayn stiffened. "What?"

"You should’ve just left me there to die," Harry repeated, defeated, tired, worn down to nothing but an aching mess of regret. His shoulders caved in, his head dropping forward. "Would’ve been easier."

The words settled heavy in the room, pressing against the walls, suffocating the space between them.

Zayn’s heart clenched.

"Don’t say that shit," he said firmly, his voice edged with something close to desperation. He gripped Harry’s arm, forcing him to meet his gaze. "I mean it. Don’t ever fucking say that."

Harry exhaled shakily, his lip twitching like he was trying to hold something back.

Zayn’s grip tightened. "I get that you’re hurting. I do. But you don’t get to say that, alright? You don’t get to fucking mean that." His voice softened just slightly, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. "You matter, Harry. To me. To Niall. To Louis. And yeah, to Aspen too, even if she’s hurt right now. You don’t just get to check out because things feel too heavy."

Harry blinked a few times, his eyes glassy, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

Zayn exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw before shaking his head. "You’re staying here tonight. No arguments."

Harry didn’t fight him. He just nodded slowly, the weight of everything pulling him down, exhaustion finally settling into his bones.

Zayn glanced toward the hallway, knowing damn well the girls were hiding in his bedroom. There was no way he could let Harry crash on the couch and risk Aspen coming out in the middle of the night to find him there.

"Come on," Zayn muttered, looping an arm under Harry’s to steady him. "Spare room’s open. You can crash there."

Harry groaned but let himself be guided up the stairs, his legs unsteady beneath him. Each step felt heavier than the last, the alcohol still lingering in his system but starting to wear off just enough to let the full force of his thoughts creep in.

Zayn pushed open the spare bedroom door and gestured inside. "Bed’s yours. Get some sleep."

Harry mumbled something incoherent as he stumbled inside, barely managing to toe off his boots before collapsing onto the mattress. The ceiling spun for a second, his body sinking into the bed, but his mind… his mind wouldn’t shut up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to pass out, but the alcohol had left just enough clarity for the thoughts to keep buzzing—too loud, too intrusive.

Aspen. Her voice, her touch, the way she looked at him before everything crumbled. The way she looked at him that night.

He turned onto his side, burying his face into the pillow, but nothing helped. His heart still ached, his stomach still twisted with guilt and regret. He wanted to sleep. Needed to. But no matter how much he tossed and turned, the ghost of her lingered, keeping him awake.

Harry almost missed it. 

He almost missed the sound of the bathroom door opening and clicking back shut. He would have if it wasn't for the small, surprised squeak.

From Aspen. His Aspen.

Harry shot up out of the bed, the floor spinning as he stood to his feet in surprise.

"Aspen?" He called out, his voice slurred and heavy with his drunk accent.

His feet padded to the bathroom door, his hand on the knob as the other knocked. Normally, Harry would've just left the room but alcohol left no space for common sense.

"Aspen, baby, 's tha' you?" Harry asked through the door as he knocked once more. He swore he could hear her puffs of breaths, so he knocked again.

"Please open the door. Please."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Aspen gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles white as she tried to steady herself. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling too quickly as her head spun.

Harry.

Her mind raced, heart pounding in her ears as if it were trying to drown out the drunken slur of his voice just outside the door. She could hear him knocking— gentle, unsteady, desperate— but she couldn’t move.

This wasn’t how she was supposed to see him again. Not like this. She only came to pee, and seeing Harry in that bed made her heart flip. 

She had spent the last week convincing herself that space was good, that distance was necessary, that avoiding him was the only way to keep herself from breaking all over again. But now he was here— just on the other side of the door, pleading in that voice that made her chest ache.

"Aspen, baby, 's tha' you?"

His words were heavy, weighed down by alcohol, but there was something so raw about them that made her throat tighten.

Her hands trembled as she gripped the sink even harder, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked frantic— wide, glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted like she had been running.

She had been doing so well.

She had held herself together, fought the tears when they threatened to fall, buried herself in work and school just to avoid thinking about him. But now, he was here, and all that hard work was unraveling at the seams.

Another knock.

"Aspen, please open the door. Please."

She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head even though he couldn’t see her. His voice was softer at first, but with every unanswered plea, it grew more frantic—more desperate.

"Aspen, please, open the door," he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol and heartbreak. Then, his hand jiggled the doorknob, the metal rattling sharply in the small space.

Aspen flinched.

Her breath hitched as she stumbled backward, her body pressing against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. The air felt too thick, like she couldn’t get enough of it, and the walls suddenly felt like they were closing in on her.

"Aspen, come on." The doorknob shook again— harder this time. "Talk to me, baby, please."

Her head was buzzing, thoughts spiraling too fast to catch onto one before another crashed into her. Her fingers dug into the porcelain sink, her knuckles turning white as the room spun around her.

"I just— I need to see you. I need you to talk to me," he begged, his voice cracking.

He yanked at the doorknob again.

Aspen gasped, pressing her hands to her ears as the overstimulation crushed her from every side— the knocking, the rattling, his voice— pleading, desperate, relentless.

It was too much. Everything was too much.

The room felt smaller. Her vision blurred. The sound of her own breathing was deafening in her ears, but she could still hear him.

Jiggling the handle. Begging.

"Aspen, please."

Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might be sick. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think.

The pressure built inside of her, suffocating, overwhelming, consuming— until it all snapped at once.

"Stop it!" she choked out, her voice raw and panicked. "You’re scaring me!"

And then everything stopped.

The rattling. The knocking. The pleading.

Pure silence.

Heavy, deafening silence.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Harry's hands dropped to his side, fingers twitching. His ears rang as the air was practically wiped from his lungs in an instant.

He was scaring her.

The man stumbled back across the room, drawing in heavy and uneven breaths. That sure sobered him up. Possibly felt worse than getting pistol whipped by one of the cruelest men he came across.

As Harry's back touched the wall, his palms placed flat along the surface by his sides. His heart twisted in pain as her words repeated in his head. First the lying, now this? Now he was scaring her?

How could he be so stupid? To go and bang on the door and beg her to open it while jamming the knob, while being drunk? The feeling of shame settled deep in his chest, tangled with guilt.

The door clicked open and slowly swung open, Aspen's frame coming into view. She took a shuddering breath and stepped out. He kept his eyes on the carpeted floors, swallowing thickly.

Just as he opened his mouth, her voice came through. Harry was sure his knees buckled and almost gave out from under him. It had been so long, too long, since he's heard her. He missed her with every fiber in his being, every single part of her coursed through his veins.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean you were scaring me. I.. I guess I was just scared in general, with seeing you. I didn't know how to react."

Harry finally looked up, and when his bloodshot eyes met hers, something in him cracked. The shame, the guilt, the desperate love he had for her—it all spilled over in his expression.

His lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out at first. Just a shaky breath, a weight heavier than his own body pressing down on his chest.

"You don’t 'ave to apologize," he croaked, his voice hoarse and strained. "I’m the one who," he exhaled sharply, fingers curling into fists at his sides, "I’m the one who should be sorry. For all 'f it."

Aspen stood still, arms wrapped around herself, as if trying to hold herself together. The sight of her like that— so small, so uncertain— sent another brutal pang through his chest. He had done that to her. He had hurt her, made her afraid, shattered the trust she once gave him so freely.

"I'm sorry for what I did at the door," he continued, swallowing the lump in his throat. "For pushing. For begging. I wasn’t thinking. I was just...," His voice wavered, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment before reopening them. 

"I just needed to see you. Needed to hear your voice. And I’m sorry, Aspen, I swear, I—."

She shook her head, as if to tell him she already knew. That she understood.

But Harry wasn’t done.

"And I’m sorry for tha' night," he whispered, his voice cracking over the words. "For the way I treated you. For the way I let y'walk away, knowing damn well I was breaking the best thing I ever had in m'life."

Her breath hitched, but he kept going. He had to.

"You don’t know everything, though," he admitted, his hands trembling at his sides. "About me. About Zayn. About why it all happened."

Aspen’s brow furrowed, but she stayed silent, waiting.

Harry dragged his fingers through his messy curls, gripping them at the roots as if trying to ground himself. "We didn’t just start working with Leone when he took us that night," he muttered bitterly. "We were already involved, long before you ever met me."

She inhaled sharply, eyes widening slightly, but she didn’t move.

"It wasn’t s'pposed to be like this," he went on, shaking his head. "We used t'take under-the-table jobs for extra cash— tattoos, no questions asked. But then... then the wrong people started coming in. Dealers. Gang members. They paid us well, and we were stupid. Greedy." He let out a hollow laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Then it stopped being 'bout the money. It became about survival. Because once you work f'them, once you take their money, you don’t get t'just... walk away."

Aspen’s throat felt tight, her breath shallow as she absorbed his words.

She had known— at least, she had suspected— that whatever Harry and Zayn were tangled up in was dangerous. But hearing it from Harry’s own mouth, watching the way the weight of it crushed him, made it feel so much worse.

Harry let out a bitter, shaky laugh and shook his head, staring at the floor like he couldn’t bear to see the way she was looking at him. "It got worse, Aspen. We started saying no, started refusing jobs that felt like traps. But when you say no to men like Leone, they don’t just let you go. They make examples out of you."

Her stomach twisted. "Is that why they—."

Harry nodded before she could even finish. His fingers flexed at his sides, jaw clenching. "That’s why they took us. Why they beat the shit out of us. Asp, he had... he had your shirt." He exhaled sharply, glancing up at her. 

His eyes were glossy, red-rimmed, exhausted. "And that night… that night at my place… I should’ve told you the truth. I should’ve told you everything. But it was about protecting you, but I knew in that moment he taunted it in my face that I failed."

Aspen opened her mouth to say something— to tell him she understood, that she knew he had been trying to protect her— but he cut her off before she could.

"But I didn’t," he muttered. "I lied. I pushed y'away. I was a stupid fool, Aspen." His voice broke at the end, and he sucked in a shaky breath before dragging a hand down his face. "I was scared, and I was selfish, and I thought, fuck— I thought if I jus' let you go, if I made you leave, you’d be safe."

Aspen’s chest ached, a deep and relentless pain that spread through her ribs and settled into her bones.

Harry let out another broken, humorless laugh. He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his messy curls. The alcohol had worn off plenty, leaving behind the pain. It would always follow. "But all I did was break your heart. And I’ll never stop blaming m'self for that." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I’ll never stop hating myself for it."

Aspen swallowed against the lump in her throat, her fingers gripping the sleeves of her sweater. Her heart was pounding, her mind spinning, but the only thing she could focus on was the wrecked, shattered look in Harry’s eyes.

His voice was raw when he spoke again, barely more than a whisper. "I just don’t want to lose you." He let out another bitter, empty laugh, muttering to himself. "But I did anyways."

The words shattered something inside her. She stepped forward before she even realized what she was doing, shaking her head. "I'm... I'm still yours, H.," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Harry’s eyes snapped to hers, filled with disbelief.

"It was just space," she continued, swallowing thickly. "I needed space, but I could never leave you, Harry."

Harry blinked at her, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, he let out a breath, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had just been lifted from them.

"You mean it?" he rasped.

She nodded. "I mean it."

A silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words, but the pain in Harry’s expression softened just slightly.

"You’re still mine?" he whispered, hesitant, vulnerable in a way that made Aspen’s chest ache.

She took a shaky breath but nodded. "Always." How could she not be?

Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment like he was trying to keep himself together. When he opened them again, they were still glossy, still filled with lingering pain, but there was something else there, too. A flicker of hope.

"Come here, please?" he muttered, voice hoarse.

Aspen hesitated for only a second before stepping closer, letting him take her hands into his carefully. He brushed his thumbs over her knuckles as he let out a shaky breath. It had been too long since he got to feel her warmth.

"I’m so sorry, baby," he whispered as he brought her knuckles to his lips, grazing them along her skin in small kisses. "'M so fucking sorry."

Aspen closed her eyes, letting herself sink into him. "I know," she murmured. "I know." Her fingers gently placed under his chin, tilting his head up.

"I'm so sorry," He whispered, his eyes closing momentarily as his brows furrowed. He swallowed the lump in his throat and shakily breathed out, leaning into her touch. The man rested his hands on her waist gently, needing to feel her in his grasp.

"Hey," Aspen whispered, her fingers forming around his chin and sliding up to cup his jaw along with her other hand. They caressed over the area lightly, her thumbs brushing over his chin. 

"You don't have to keep saying sorry, H," the girl sighed softly, her chest tightening at the sight of him.

His usual quiff had fallen, strands of hair sweeping over his forehead. The furrow between his brow carried so much sadness that Aspen could feel it too as she brushed her thumb between them before settling back down to his chin. His eyes were so sad, glossed over and full of guilt and regret and love for her. The tip of his nose pink, complimented by a soft pout on his lips. The skin around his piercing still looked raw and fresh, and she made a mental note to tend to that when they got a moment.

"Oh," She breathed out in a small, sympathetic sigh, shaking her head at the sight of him ruined. In some weird way, it made her heart flutter. He would only care this much if he was true to his words and feelings about her, and she knew that.

Her hands cupped his jaw, her tiny fingers lightly smushing his face as he looked everywhere but her eyes. He muttered another apology, hinted with pang of hurt, and she shook her head once more.

"I love you, Asp," Harry muttered, taking her wrists into his hands, sliding up to pull her tiny hands into his. He clasped them, pressing kisses over the bunch, nosing at the warm skin between kisses. 

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, his grip tightening ever so slightly, like he was trying to memorize the way her hands fit in his, how delicate and trusting they felt against his rough palms. He wasn’t meant to hold something so soft. His hands weren’t built for tenderness, not after everything they’d done, after everything they’d touched. They weren’t made to hold something so good.

He wasn’t meant to hold something so soft. His hands weren’t built for tenderness, not after everything they’d done, after everything they’d touched. They weren’t made to hold something so good.

But I’ll hold onto you anyway, he thought bitterly, even when you slip away. Even when I drive you away.

He pressed his lips to her knuckles again, lingering there, breathing her in. His nose brushed against the warmth of her skin between kisses, his grip desperate, reverent— like she was something sacred, something holy.

"You’ll forever be mine," he whispered, voice raw and weighted with something she couldn’t quite place. "But I won’t forever be yours."

Aspen’s heart clenched. "Harry—."

He could already see it, already feel the inevitable unraveling that hadn’t even begun yet. There would come a day where Aspen would look at him with something less than love, less than trust, and it would destroy him. She would walk away for good, because he would make her— because one day, he’d break her heart one too many times, and she’d realize she was too good, too strong, too important to stay.

He shook his head, cutting her off, his lips brushing over her skin again. "You'll leave, Asp," he murmured, voice thick and defeated. "Not now. Not today. But one day, you’ll realize I was never meant t'be yours the way you were always meant t'be mine. I'll drive you away and I'll... let you. I'd have to."

She felt herself shaking her head before she could even think. "That’s not true," she whispered.

Harry let out a soft, broken chuckle, his breath fanning against her skin. "It is. You’ll leave for the better. You’ll find something— someone— who doesn’t fuck up every chance he gets. Someone who doesn’t drag you into darkness when y'were meant t'shine." He exhaled shakily, squeezing her hands, as if grounding himself. "And I’ll let you. I’ll let you go, but I’ll carry you with me for the rest of my life."

Through every street he walked, every song he heard, every quiet moment where the silence would ring too loudly in his ears, he would carry her. She would be the ghost that lived inside him, lingering in every heartbeat, in every regret, in every piece of himself he wished he could fix.

Aspen’s chest ached, a sharp, twisting pain that settled deep in her ribs. "Harry, stop."

He only squeezed her hands tighter, tilting his head to rest against them. His curls were wild, damp with sweat, his breathing uneven. "I don't deserve you. I never have and I never will."

Tears welled in Aspen’s eyes, burning the edges of her vision. She shook her head again, her voice firmer this time. "Harry, stop."

His breath hitched, but he obeyed, falling silent as he clutched her hands to his chest.

"I'm jus'… 'm gonna break your heart again. 'M gonna be the reason why you leave and I just...," he exhaled sharply, voice crumbling at the edges. "I just can’t—."

His heart twisted painfully, stomach churning at the weight of his own words.

Aspen swallowed past the lump in her throat, blinking away the blur of tears. She softened her hold on his hands, slowly untangling them from his grip so she could cup his face instead.

"You’ll forever be mine too, H," she murmured, her thumbs brushing gently over the sharp lines of his cheekbones.

Harry swallowed thickly, his eyes fluttering shut under her touch, like he was absorbing the warmth, letting it fill the cold spaces inside him.

Aspen exhaled softly, gathering her words. "It’s not just me, then you. It’s us. Together. We belong to each other, Harry. And if we’re forever, then we do everything in our power to love each other the right way."

Harry’s brows furrowed, his lips parting slightly as if to protest, but she shushed him with a soft brush of her thumb against his lips.

"I’m not leaving," she whispered. "Not now. Not ever."

Harry’s breath caught in his throat, his hands twitching at her sides.

"We fight for each other," Aspen continued, her voice soft but unwavering. "We love each other the way we’re supposed to. We don’t let the bad things win, Harry."

Harry inhaled sharply, his hands finally moving, finally gripping her wrists again like they were the only things keeping him tethered to the earth.

"You promise?" he rasped, his voice barely more than a breath.

Aspen nodded, tilting her forehead to rest against his. "I promise. Do you?"

Harry’s breath stuttered as he nodded. "I promise, baby. All the good in the world, I wan' t'give t'you." 

His fingers flexed around her wrists before his hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders, until they cradled her face.

"Okay," he whispered after a beat, like he was surrendering. Like he was finally letting himself believe.

Aspen exhaled shakily, letting herself melt into him, into the warmth of his touch, into the quiet understanding that no matter what came next, they would face it together.

"Forever?," she murmured, fluttering her eyes open to look down at his gentle features.

"And a day," he nodded, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

Aspen’s heart ached in the best way as she leaned into him, letting his warmth seep into every part of her that had been cold without him. She tilted her head slightly, gazing down at him beneath the dim lighting of the room, memorizing the softness in his tired eyes, the way his lips parted like he was holding onto something he wasn’t ready to let go of.

Harry’s thumb traced over her bottom lip with the lightest touch, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he wasn’t careful. He exhaled a quiet, shaky breath, his fingers grazing the side of her face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before resting against her cheek.

Aspen leaned into his palm instinctively, eyes fluttering shut at the tenderness of it all. It had been so long since he touched her like this, like she was something fragile and precious, like he was desperate to hold onto her but terrified of breaking her all the same.

"Forever and a day," he repeated, voice barely above a whisper, like a promise he didn’t dare break.

Aspen lifted her hand, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, grounding him just as much as he was grounding her. When she opened her eyes again, he was already staring, already waiting, already so unbearably there with her.

She didn’t know who leaned in first. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was both of them, moving towards each other like the pull between them had never really faded.

Their lips met in the softest, slowest, most delicate kiss, the kind that wasn’t about hunger or desperation, but about something deeper. Something unspoken.

Harry’s lips moved against hers with aching gentleness, like he was pouring every apology, every regret, every unspoken word into the way he kissed her. Aspen sighed softly into it, tilting her head to mold against him perfectly, their bodies slotting together in the way they always had like they were made for it.

Harry cupped her face, his other hand resting at her waist, holding her close but not trapping her, like he was making sure she wanted this just as much as he did. And God, she did.

She tilted her head down, stepping forward and pressing into him, and he sighed into her mouth, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper but still so unbearably soft. It was slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that didn’t demand but offered, the kind that whispered, I’m here, I’m sorry, I love you, I’ll love you forever.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling, hearts beating in sync.

Aspen let out a tiny, shaky laugh, her fingers tracing over the back of his hand. "We’re okay now."

Harry exhaled, a small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, baby," he murmured, brushing his nose against hers. "We’re okay."

[paulyenvol6]

Against All Odds (Chapter 3)

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

Masterlist of this story

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.                                  

[louddydisturb]

‘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.

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“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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Parte dois?🇮🇹

[1d-oned-1d]

oh baby!

he goadingly slowly moved her step daughter's nightgown, careful not to wake her up. He was on cloud nine realising his wife had gone to sleep and finally cut the call but that meant Y/N was too. He swore he could keep it to himself, jerking off in the washroom was more than enough, because after how he left her on the couch only to come back with aftercare and feel even more turned on was something that had never happened before but when he saw her sleeping in her favourite position on her tummy with one leg hiked up, it was as if she was inviting him and how could he say no to his princess right.

He smeared his love for her on her ass he kneaded her butt, careful not to wake her up, smiling when he heard her ragged breath. He rolled down her panties, sniffing them and then throwing them somewhere in the room. He prodded at her recently trespassed hole with two of his fingers, resulting in the sleeping beauty to take a deep breath. To say he was hard was an understatement. He removed his boxers and settled back into opening his princess for him. He started thrusting her finger in her and like the angel she is, she came in no time without waking up.

He delicately turned her around, pulling her nightgown down her tits and layering her tits with her cum, making sure to scoop out every drop while she slept like a baby that she is. He was growing hornier by every passing second, just looking at her in this state. He pushed each of her knees beside her tits when she for the first time shivered and thought aww my poor baby is cold.

"what are you doing daddy?" she whispered, gasping when harry lapped at her tits, cleaning off his candy- her cum from it but immediately stopped when he got an euphoric idea, knowing she'll easily comply in her sleep fogged brain.

"nothing baby, just taking a picture for mum, mind holding your legs." he proposed and she meekly nodded, holding her legs. Harry's cock was throbbing and aching, he wanted nothing but to fuck her but first he haphazardly picked up his phone from the nightstand, clicking pictures of her angel, only angel. Once satisfied he dumped the phone on the bed like a toxic ex, straightaway going for her pussy and thrusting in without any wetness.

"it hurts" she cried out, being broken from her sleep.

"shh it's okay baby, i'm just cold, you'll feel better in a few." He started thrusting in her mercilessly, tweaking and lapping at her breasts. The room was no longer giving off sleepy vibe but it oozed euphoria, ecstasy and cum, just like Y/N. Harry thrusted in her like an animal, and after she came, he laid her down on her side, taking his position behind her while shutting her legs to increase the pressue.

"oh my poor baby, no need to cry, just one more and i swear daddy will let you sleep... yes love pinky promise." but promises are meant to be broken right. Instead he manhandled her, afterall she was his cumslut.

this is one of the blurbs that was here in my drafts.. as for your requests, they are in the making, i’m so sorry it’s taking time but i’m having continuous exams till April 😭 hopefully i’ll do well and apologies for the delay!

[muserryy]

LATE NIGHT CALLS

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It's 1.30 am. Another lonely night drags on as you toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. for the last 15 minutes you tried to relax by closing your eyes but you just feel restless. In desperation, you decide to call the only person who would understand and comfort you right now. your boyfie, harry.

You place your phone to your ear after calling on his number, knowing he's usually up late. but just in case he's not you just hope. Two rings and you bite down a smile finally hearing his voice on the other end.

"where are you?"

"Where do you think I would be in the middle of the night, miss y/n?" he asks playfully, you can tell by his voice he wasn't asleep.

"I mean, what are you doing?" you correct with a laugh as you notice the sound of papers rustling from his end, as if he is shuffling through pages of a book and then a quiet thud. He'd just closed his book as if he could already sense this won't be a brief convo.

"I could ask you the same thing… Why are you still up so late? isn't it past your bedtime?"

"yeah.. I can't sleep."

"hmm, well i was going to sleep soon." you make a quiet sound in response. "What's keeping you up? Are you hungry?"

"maybe… I don't know, but now you'll have to stay up with me." you hear him chuckle as you twirl your finger on your stomach. you can't stop smiling to yourself. To be honest your stomach feels a little empty, but your emotions are a little mixed because you're not sure exactly what you need right now.

"Why don't you try and eat something and see if it helps, hm?" he spins on his chair, biting his pen between his teeth as he waits for your response.

"I don't feel like getting up…"

"c'mon honey… you should take care of yourself." you sigh, curling up on the bed as his words sink in. "I will stay on the phone with you, if that's what you want." Now that's better.

"Okay, imma go find something to eat then." you grin, getting up, and paddle to the door with your phone to your ear as you walk to the kitchen. "Okay I'm here…"

"good, keep updating me." he smiles, he likes it when you listen to him.

"alright… let's check the fridge first, though I know there's nothing left in there." he remains silent while you open the fridge and then close. He hears your huff.

"so, I assume the fridge is empty."

"It is." you murmur. "I had some chips left but I don't remember where I'd put them." you check the cabinets, and find a pack of biscuits which you don't feel like eating. You close it back and check another one.

"you're such a cute mess, aren't you?" he laughs slightly.

You flush and you're somewhat thankful he can't see it even though he knows how you react to his words. "Are you gonna do something now??"

"What do you want me to do, darling? all I can do right now is listen to you."

Another huff from you was heard. Your eyes are scanning the kitchen while he continues to speak on call. Your gaze falls on the basket that is on the top of the refrigerator. you bring it down and there they are.

"Found itt!" you hear a "good" from him as you pick the already open packet and by the weight you can tell only few are left. "but that's just a few."

"Now don't say that… a few chips are better than no chips at all."

"heyy don't talk to me like that." you say as you pop a chip into your mouth. he chuckles, thinking how you get embarrassed so fast.

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm just happy you're going to eat something." you hmm in response to him as you start munching the chips quietly. "and make sure you drink plenty of water too... it will help you sleep." you hum again while eating.

"What were you doing though?" you ask him.

The conversation goes on as he tells you he was studying before you called him. you move back to your bed but not before having some water like he said. you snuggle back down, pulling the covers over your body while you both keep talking about anything. mostly him as he chatter away telling you about some random things that happened recently. This continued for another hour.

You just listen to his voice and respond whenever you can but for the most part you just hum. You start yawning and sighing tiredly at some point.

"sleepy?" he asks.

"no," you reply, though you sound drowsy. "stay on for a few more minutes… plwase…" He smiles to himself, finding the moment very endearing. He continues to talk but now slightly in whispers for you. Your eyelids are heavy and are slowly closing and moments after you're too drowsy- to even speak a full sentence- when he calls your name to check if you're asleep.

"y/n?" his voice deep with a soft tone. "Are you falling asleep, sweet?"

you muster another sleepy murmur, telling him to stay on the line and he hasn't stopped smiling for the past few minutes. your grip loosen on your phone.

"don't worry…I'll be right here until you're fully asleep." He stays on the call, the whole time until you fall asleep completely. when he tries and speaks to you again, there's no response.

He hears the faint sound of your breathing as you drift into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of him calling your name and whispering sweet nothings to you, knowing he's still there for you, even if it's by phone.

"Good night, honey."

[narrycherries]

hi all. I just wanted to pop in and let you know that I’m going to be posting some updates for different things soon, as well as debuting a new series (ooh I used a fancy word lol) possibly 2 if I can find time to work on the second idea more.

anyways, hope you’re all well.. I know these last few days have been a confusing whirlwind of emotions for everyone.. but don’t get overwhelmed - it’s okay to experience many different things at once, and it’s okay to let it all out. I’ve cried pretty hard a few times as I grieve that part of my childhood/adolescence.. so I know it helps. 🫶🏻 remember to stay kind to everyone and to yourself, and please remember it’s okay to be sad.

and if you are feeling worse because of things you may see online, please please take a break! It’s perfectly okay to get off these apps and unplug from everything. make yourself some cookies 🍪 or some tea 🫖 or go out for a walk or stargaze ⭐️ or do anything that makes you happy. life will go on, and we have to remember to do things that make it worth living. do fun things, have relaxing moments, and enjoy what you’ve got 🫶🏻 my inbox is always open if anyone needs to vent to a stranger about absolutely anything (sometimes it helps more than we might think!)

thank you for your continuous love and support. I am trying my best to be more consistent like I was when I first started this page, so don’t give up on me lol. stay safe. love u all. ❤️ 🖇️

[holdinonto-heartache]

Summary: Y/N is Louis’ tour photographer and he finally lets them know that he’s interested in them.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dominant!louis, smoking (weed/cigarettes), drinking alcohol, hair pulling, slight choking, biting, unprotected sex, oral, (both), praising, filth

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——

Your alarm goes off and you roll out of bed.

Louis has a show today, and show days, are busy.

You take a shower, blow dry your hair and walk out to get dressed. There’s a knock on your door and you walks over, still in your towel you open the door.

There stands Louis.

His eye brows lift up and he smirks, “Good morning, gorgeous.”

A blush rises on your cheeks and you tighten your grip on the towel, “Thank you.”

“Just making sure you’re up.” Louis eyes flick up and down from your body to your eyes.

“Almost am.”

He nods, “Alright.” He winks and walks away. You shut the door and let out a sigh, “Fuck.” You whisper to yourself.

You’re very good at keeping your composure around Louis, but in all reality it’s hard because he makes you extremely nervous and instantly turned on.

You absolutely adore him.

You can tell there’s something between you two. Has been since day one, honestly. He’s always got his eyes on you. Trying to subtly tease you.

He knows what he tries to do, and he knows that it gets you.

Every time. No matter what he does.

You get dressed, comfy for breakfast and then sound check and stuff.

You’ll dress up for the show tonight.

You always do, and Louis loves it.

He loves that you are comfortable enough to bum it around him, and the fact that you wear his merch hoodies is even hotter to him.

He also loves that you dress up for his show in outfits that show just the right amount of skin in all the right places.

You slip on your shoes and grab your backpack and camera bag. You slip your phone into your hoodie pocket and walk out. You go down to the lobby and everyone is standing there deciding on where to go.

“Ah, there she is.” Louis teases.

“Oh stop it.” You roll your eyes and walk over to him, “What’s going on?”

“They’re trying to figure out where they want food from.”

“Oh, I see. We’ll I’m going to the bus. I need to look at my cameras settings.” You give him a smile and walk out of the hotel doors. You make your way around to the buses and Louis’ voice causes you to stop walking.

“Hey, y/n.” Louis jogs up to catch up with you.

“What’s up, Tommo?” You smirk at the nickname and he smiles, “I wanted to see if you cared where we order from?”

You shake your head, “Uh, no. I don’t really mind. Where ever is fine with me.” You reach out and pluck the cigarette from his lips and put it between your own.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?” You smile as you hold in the smoke before blowing it out.

He laughs and points to you, “You know that’s bad for you, too. Yeah?”

You take another puff before handing it back to him, “So?” You smirk and blow out the smoke before walking away.

——

“You like the hoodie?” Louis asks walking up next to you. You look up from your camera and smile at him, “I love it. It’s super comfy.”

“good, yeah no I like that one too.” He takes out his cigarettes and tilts it towards you. You smirk and reach over and take one. You rest it between your lips and he brings the lighter up for you.

“Thanks.” You say after taking a puff. He nods and lights his own.

He’s always seemed nervous around you too, but you knew that he was trying his best to act like he wasn’t.

“Are you excited for tonight’s show?” You flick the ash off your cigarette, “They’re doing some fam projects, I seen on Instagram they’re doing one for Angels Fly.”

He smiles, “Yeah, I love when they do that. It really means something, you know?”

You nod, “It’s one of my favorite things to take pictures of.”

“One of?” Louis smirks, fishing for you to tell him that he’s the other thing you like to take pictures of.

“You already know that, Louis.” You smirk and drop your cigarette, stepping on it to put it out.

“Yeah, but I like to hear you say it.” He lays a hand on your lower back and you tighten your grip on your camera.

His touch drives you insane.

You take a few steps back and point your camera at him, “Stay right there.” You smirk and play around with the settings, snapping a few pictures in the process.

“Thanks.” You go to walk away and Louis steps towards you, “You’re coming on the next tour I do, I hope you know.”

You nod, “Looking forward to it.”

——

You sit down on the stage. You set your camera down and take off your sweatshirt, revealing a tight tank top that you may or may not have worn on purpose.

You set down the sweatshirt and pick up your camera and you can feel a set of eyes on you. You glance around, trying to find him, smirking when you meet his stare.

He shakes his head slightly, smirking as he turns to talk to someone. You look down and smile, internally celebrating that Louis has definitely taken an interest in you.

You clicked through the practice shots and bite your lip at a picture of Louis.

He’s so hot. You would do anything for that man.

“Are you going to go through those pictures after the show?” Louis says walking up to you, “Is that what you usually do?”

You look up at him and nod, “Yes sir, it is.” You smile at him as you see his eyes glance down to your exposed cleavage.

“I wouldn’t mind having company.”

He blinks at your words and nods, “Alright, yeah, cool. Cool.” He smiles and walks away. You bite your lip and look down, tapping your finger against your camera as you think about tonight.

——

“Hey, y/n.” Louis comes up to you, “If you wanted to go ahead and get ready for the show, you can.”

“Sweet, thanks.” You stand up and grab your hoodie, bending over just a little bit more on purpose, “If you get around ready and you’re bored, come find me.”

He nods and bites his lip as he watches you walk away. You’re wearing his favorite leggings, he loves the way they hug your ass and make it look amazing.

You go into the dressing room and go through your clothes.

You decide on a red bustier crop top, black denim shorts with white flames on the pockets, and white boots.

Basically, the rockstar girlfriend look that the fandom has decided is the tours dress code.

You sit down and start doing your hair and makeup. You do a basic half up pony and pull some of your bangs out in the front.

Your makeup is simple, mascara, some liner. Easy.

“There ya are.” Louis says as he walks in the room, “Been lookin for ya.”

You turn and motion towards the room, “I’ve been here.”

“You look fuckin’ incredible.” Louis lips part slightly, “I mean, you look incredible every fuckin’ show it’s just-“

You cut him off, “I get it. We finally have the balls to act on it.” You laugh and stands up. You fix your shorts slightly and Louis eyes go straight to the skin on your stomach.

You chew on your lip as you let him study the image in front of him for a few moments.

You walk over and snake your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands instantly grip your hips.

They slide around to your back to pull your closer. You quickly move into making out.

And it’s hot.

“You drive me crazy.” Louis mumbles as he kisses down your neck, “Walking around here everyday knowin’ that I want ya..”

His teeth sink into the skin of your neck, pulling and sucking. You moan as a purple mark forms under his touch and your fingers pulls at the hair on the nape of his neck.

His groans with your touch and tilts his head back. You take action and quickly attach yourself to his neck and he doesn’t fight you.

He tilts his head over to give you more room.

He wants you to touch him in any way you want to.

“Fuck, babe.” Louis groans as you nibble little marks into his skin, “no bad ones until after, yeah?”

“I take it.. we won’t be looking at pictures after the show?” You smile and lean back to look at him.

He shrugs, “We can do that after.” He smiles before he leans in to kiss you. His hands cup your cheeks and you wrap your arm around his waist.

“I’m gonna have you feelin’ so good tonight, love.” Louis groans lowly, “All I’m gonna be thinkin’ about during the show.”

His fingers lightly trace over the skinny little straps of your shirt, “How quickly this shirt is coming off this body later.”

“Louis.” You whimper, “don’t tease me.”

He chuckles slightly, “alright. But just because we don’t have enough time for anythin’.” He looks down over your body and whistles, “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

“I’ll show you that I can get even hotter later on.” You walk away and grab his hand to lead him out of the room.

He stops you for a quick second to adjust himself, “Sorry.” He laughs as you guys walks out. You let go of his hand and put your camera around your neck, “Good luck tonight.” You glance over at Louis and smile.

He lets out a sigh and shakes his head as he smiles, “All I’m gonna be thinkin’ about.” He leans in to quickly peck your lips before he walks around to get ready to go on.

You look around and quickly make your way to the side of the stage, getting ready for Louis to come on.

The lights start to flash and the beat of the song plays loud through the speakers. You kneel down, taking pictures of the band members before Louis comes on.

Your heart starts beating fast, like you’re in the crowd seeing him for the very first time. It’s like that all the time with him.

He glances over at your and you snap the perfect few.

He walks around stage and you move around, getting into the perfect spots for the shots.

He looks so sexy in that green t shirt, and the way he eggs the crowd on by moving his fingers like that - Hell, it makes your thighs ache for him to be grabbing onto you.

The first song ends and you’re kneeling down over in the corner of the stage, taking pictures of the fans and their signs.

“Y/N! You’re so hot!”

You laugh and bat the air, “Oh stop it.” You look over at Louis and you can tell he’s clenching his jaw, “You know, she is pretty hot ain’t she.”

Your cheeks turn the heat on full blast as the crowd cheers and agrees with Louis statement.

You look at him and shake your head as he stares at you with a smug grin.

The band starts playing the next song and eventually it rounds off into the end of the night and Louis is getting ready to play Silver Tongues.

You jump down and wait for him to come down to the pit.

You stand up and snap pictures as he jumps down and runs over to the left side first. You’re just as quick as he is so you always have enough shots of this and you’re thankful for it.

A smile sets on his face the whole time he’s doing what he does and you love that.

He returns to stage and you manage to make your way back up to side stage. Louis says his goodbye and runs off stage. You snap a few pictures of the crowd before going to meet Louis.

“That’s was amazing! You did so good.” You smile and hug him. He squeezes your body against his, “Didn’t like the comment about you being hot though.”

His words are low and you can tell he’s mad.

“Your hands are the only hands that will be on this body in a way that is only meant for you.” You look up at him and whisper quietly, “I promise,”

“Fuckin’ right.” He steps back as some people walk by and you cross your arms.

“Great show, Louis.”

“Yeah it was sick!”

“Thank you. Thank you.” Louis nods and finishes his drink, “I’m going to go out and see the fans by the fence if that’s alright with you.”

“That’s totally fine. I need to grab my stuff to take to the bus anyway.” You motion towards the room.

“I’ll walk with you. We’re both goin that way anyway, yeah?”

You smile and nod, “Works for me.”

You guys go and gather your things and head towards the exit towards the busses. Without even thinking and realizing, you take each others hand and walk out.

A few moments later, as you and Louis are lost in conversation, you hear screaming.

Realization sets in and you drop each others hands, “Oops.” You laugh slightly and look up at Louis.

“Definitely going to be dating rumors, I think.” Louis chuckles and walks you to the bus.

“I mean..” you look over at him slowly, “They don’t have to be rumors.. Do they?”

He shakes his head and presses his lips to yours, “Definitely not.”

——

You stayed in the bus while Louis went to do a little meet and greet.

He was out there for a good twenty minutes or so before finally coming back on. The rest of the bend follows in and eventually you guys end up back at the hotel.

In your hotel room with Louis.

You knew you weren’t looking at pictures right now.

As soon as you set your bags down, Louis hands travel all around your body as he walks you over to the bed. He turns your around and unbuttons your shorts.

His eyes stay on yours the whole time he pushes them down your legs. His hand slips between your thighs and presses up on your clothes pussy.

“Soaked little thing, aren’t ya?” Louis chuckles as he slips his shirt off, “I fuckin’ love lookin’ at you.”

He pushes you back on the bed and kisses down your neck. He kisses down over your exposed skin all the way to your legs.

Your breath catches in your throat as he kisses towards your soaked pussy.

“I bet you taste even better.” He mumbles as he pulls your panties down your legs. You spread your legs, welcoming him, “Please, baby.”

Louis smirks and licks his lips before leans in and sinking his pussy into your aching core. You let out a whine and lay a hand on the back of his head, “Fuck, yes.”

He pinches and pulls at your skin, groaning against you. You lay your leg over his shoulder and arch your back, “Fuck, yes. Yes baby.”

You pant as your moan out, clenching around his tongue as you cum.

“Fuck.” You whisper letting your legs fall outward, “You’re so good at that.”

Louis leans up and smirks, “I can tell with how fast you came.”

You smile and cover your face as you laugh.

“Hey, get over here.” Louis pulls you over to him, “Can you show me what the pretty little mouth can do?”

You look up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod.

He smirks, “That’s me girl.”

You shift down and place your hands on his thighs, sliding them up so you can undo his jean. Your look up at him, smiling as you drag your fingers over his pinned down cock.

He groans slightly, “C‘mon, babe.”

He helps you get his jeans off and you quickly move in to free his cock from his boxers.

He gasps as you take him in your hand.

He watches as you brush your hair from your shoulder and lick your lips before you take him into your mouth. You work to coat him in your saliva.

“Fucks sake.” He moans as you swirl your tongue around him, “Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He holds your hair out of the way and gently guides your head up and down.

You relax and drop your head, slowly taking him into your throat. You gag around him slightly and he moans, bucking his hips, “Fuck, doin’ so good with takin my cock.”

He holds your head there for a few quick seconds before pulling you off of him. You blink and wipe your cheeks and he rubs your chin, “You alright?”

You nod and move up to straddle him, “Uh huh.” You reach down and grab his cock, steadying it so you can sit on it.

He places one hand on your hips and the other on your thighs, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

“Shit.” He groans and bites his lip, “It’s about damn time I’ve felt this pussy.. fuck.”

He looks down and watches as your pussy takes his cock with ease, “That’s it baby.” He slides his hand up and pulls as your top, “take this off. I wanna see those perfect tits.”

You slip the top off over your head and look down at him. His hands automatically go to your perked nipples.

You close your eyes, tilting your head back as you grind down on his cock, moaning out loudly as he pinches your nipples.

“Such a beautiful fuckin’ body.” He moves his hand up and gently lays it around your throat, “Such a good girl.”

You slide your hand down and rest your finger tips on his stomach, “Best cock I’ve ever had.” You whimper out, “So fucking good.”

“Keep talkin baby.” Louis moans as he squeezes his fingers a little bit, “shit.”

“You make me feel so good.” You moan out, “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum again.” You bite your lip and gasp as you grind down onto his cock.

“Fuck, babe. Where do you want me to cum?” Louis grips your hips with both hands.

“Doesn’t matter.” You blurt out, “Fuck, just fuck me.”

Louis grips your hips and starts thrusting his hips upward, pounding into you from below.

You dig your nails into his skin and look down at him. Your lips are parted slightly as your eyes close and open every so often.

“Look so beautiful on top of me like this.” Louis looks you up and down and watches as your tits bounce with each thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gunna coat that pussy with my cum.” Louis moans and tilts his head back as you take over with bouncing on his cock.

You place your hands on his chest, leaning on him as you moan, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.” You let out a satisfying scream and sink down into his cock.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you bite your lip at the feeling.

A few moments go by and you’ve both calmed your breathing, you move off of Louis and lay beside him.

He pulls you into his body and lets out a sigh, “You ready to go again?” Louis asks as he tucks his other arm behind his head.

You laugh and tilt your head up to look at him, “Is it bad I’m thinking the same thing?”

——

Hope you liked this one! thank you for reading!

If you have any Louis requests you can send them to me! Ask is open and anon is on!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated <3

[justmeinatree]

Let Passion Get Too Much

Summary : niall x louis x reader threesome. with a sprinkle of feelings.

Series TW : it's a smut fic and it's full of filth !! each chapter will have it's appropriate warnings.

01. Let Passion Get Too Much

02. Together, We're The Greatest

03. Just Wanna Stay In The Moment

04. How Good We Have It Though

-Extra : Saturdays Take The Pain Away

05. Woke Up Still Dreaming

06. ‘Cause I Want You Bad

-Extra : Put A Little Love On Me

07. Touch Is Made Of Something

08. Get It Out Of My System

09. We Still Dance

10. Everything I Waited For

-Extra : Tell Each Other What We Dream About

11. When I’m Alone With You

12.

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[harrysolaf]

ᒪᑌᑎᑕᕼ~OᑎE ᔕᕼOT

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I was at the country club one afternoon after playing golf for majority of the day. When this girl named Harlow was working the bar that evening, and oh- she was pure seduction. My first that was ‘I could eat that girl for lunch!’ She was dancing so well and the conversation was so swell. That I had to take her back to my hotel room, and told her ‘that the room was under Claire because we were something rare.’ So, she called me when she got there and she tasted like she was the one. Tastes so sweet she dancing on my tongue. After that I couldn’t get enough it became a craving by the touch. From up the stairs, arching on the chair, and the pulling of the hair. I need the recipe so I don’t overheat. Telling her ‘let’s take this to the shower babe and take off your clothes. I’ll put them on the counter after I help you take them off.’

ᕼᗩᖇᒪOᗯ’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

I’m saying ‘I’ll take pictures in your mirror if I can use you as a volunteer so we can become something extra rare.’

ᕼᗩᖇᖇY’ᔕ ᑭOᐯ

Here I was thinking this was going to be a one night stand but I’m saying ‘I’m interested in being more than friends on this thin hunch.’ So I can bend her on the craving of eating her for lunch. Yeah, she’s the one with the way she’s dancing on my tongue.

Hi you guys pls like and repost to help support my page

Love you xxxx

[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Louis Tomlinson

Playing with fire

n/a: Esse é um pedido bem antigo, mas espero que gostem! Perdão pela demora de postagem, como expliquei lá no @1dpreferencesbr aconteceu um ciclone na minha cidade que abalou um pouquinho as coisas, mas agora acho que tudo volta ao normal! Enfim, boa leitura!

Avisos: Contém linguagem de baixo calão, cenas de sexo explícito, +18

Contagem de palavras: 1,901

— Sabe, não existe comida melhor do que a nossa. — Meu sogro proferiu orgulhoso, sorri em sua direção, concordando.

A comemoração do aniversário de dezoito anos do meu cunhado já havia começado há algumas horas. Por mais que tivesse uma família grande e eles se juntassem em datas comemorativas, a família da minha esposa parecia ser o dobro da minha. Por toda a extensão do quintal, dezenas de pessoas falavam muito alto em um português bêbado que eu não conseguia entender com as minhas aulas básicas.

Já faziam quase duas semanas que estávamos no Brasil, hospedados na casa dos meus sogros. Por mais que os adorasse, estava surtando por mal poder encostar em S/N. Ela fugia como um rato quando eu me aproximava com segundas intenções, deixando muito claro que o pai me adorava mas era ciumento e não hesitaria em me bater se nos visse fazendo algo de indecente. Tarefa que seria acompanhada do aniversariante e do irmão mais velho.

Talvez fosse o álcool ingerido, mas essa noite S/N parecia estar mais do que disposta a colocar minha cabeça em um prato para seu pai, testando o meu autocontrole desde que saiu do banheiro com uma saia curtíssima e uma blusa que deixava a barriga à mostra.

Tomei quase toda a cerveja em um gole só enquanto a observava. Com um copo em uma mão e a outra no joelho, S/N rebolava a bunda redonda e empinada enquanto descia lentamente. Exatamente como fazia no meu pau.

Caminhei em passos largos pelo gramado, parando atrás dela, exatamente como um dos namorados de suas primas fazia. S/N jogou o cabelo para o lado, virando o rosto levemente e me lançando um sorriso malicioso. Proferi uma série de palavrões quando senti sua bunda roçar contra a minha ereção já dolorida, e pude ouvir uma risadinha fugir dela.

— Você está me matando.

— Eu? Só estou dançando, amor. — Falou com um tom falso de inocência, denunciado pela leve mordida que deixava no lábio inferior, pintado de vermelho.

A música estava alta, retumbando em cada canto do quintal bem iluminado. As garotas cantavam, rebolando sem vergonha nenhuma e eu me sentia sucumbir cada vez mais a cada segundo.

Olhei para os lados, vendo meu sogro ao lado da churrasqueira acompanhado de mais alguns homens da sua idade e suas bebidas. Na nossa breve conversa há alguns minutos ele confundia o inglês e o português, o que me demonstrava a bebedeira. Minha sogra estava do outro lado do gramado, junto de suas irmãs e uma garrafa de vinho. Pelas risadas escandalosas dava para ver que também estava embriagada.

— Dança, amor! — A garota gritou, batendo com a bunda mais uma vez em mim, me fazendo trancar o maxilar para não deixar nenhum som escapar.

Ela estava brincando com o fogo. Então, vamos nos queimar, amor.

Segurei a cintura nua com uma das mãos, apertando de leve. Deixei que a minha garota ditasse o ritmo que nos balançamos. Aproximei minha boca da sua pele, deixando um beijo molhado e satisfeito observei o arrepio que surgiu em sua nuca. Sem afastar meu corpo do seu, subi minha boca até sua orelha. 

— Eu vou passar mal se você não me deixar te levar para um quarto e te foder. — Afirmei. E porra, era verdade. 

Depois de duas longas semanas insatisfeito, sendo provocado por beijos deliciosos, mãos bobas e shorts de pijama mais curtos do que calcinha, estava subindo pelas paredes. 

O corpo da garota endureceu no mesmo segundo. Ela estava com os olhos arregalados e sabia que eu falava sério. 

— Lou, meu pai…

— Está bêbado e não vai notar a nossa falta. — A cortei. S/N suspirou, olhando para os pais assim como eu. Ela não estava desconfortável com a situação, estava excitada, e eu estava tão louco que quase podia sentir o cheiro da sua boceta pingando por mim. 

Senti a mão pequena tomar a minha, me guiando para dentro da casa tão cheia quanto o quintal. Como previ, ninguém parecia prestar atenção em nós dois, conversavam alto, bebiam e comiam. 

Subimos as escadas quase correndo, no quarto da adolescência de S/N, ainda era possível ouvir a música alto demais, mas eu não podia ligar menos. 

— Esse quarto não tem chave. — Ela lembrou assim que fechou a porta. 

— Banheiro. — Ordenei. Um sorriso lascivo se formou nos lábios avermelhados, e, praticamente desfilando com aquela mini saia, ela me obedeceu. 

Empurrei minha garota para apoiar o corpo na pia assim que entrei. Tranquei a porta e antes que pudesse fazer qualquer coisa, S/N se jogou em cima de mim, atacando minha boca com a dela. 

O beijo era desesperador, ateando mais fogo no que ardia há tempos. Apoiei a garota no mármore frio da pia, me colocando entre suas pernas e moendo meu pau preso na calça contra sua boceta. 

Não tinha tempo para preliminares, por mais que achasse que não fossem sentir nossa falta, não podíamos demorar o suficiente para que acontecesse. 

Quebrei o beijo puxando o ar com força para encher os pulmões. O peito coberto da minha garota subia e descia com rapidez, tão afetada quanto eu. 

— Levanta a saia e tira a calcinha. — Ordenei. 

Mordendo o lábio inferior com força, S/N me obedeceu. Em um show totalmente seu, empinou o traseiro enquanto erguia o tecido minúsculo até se acumular na barriga e então puxou a peça de renda vermelha que cobria sua intimidade. 

Eu não conseguia esperar mais, estava louco. Totalmente e devotamente louco por ela. 

Baixei a calça sem nenhum cuidado, fazendo meu pau duro como pedra saltar para fora. 

Puxei-a pelas coxas, até que ficasse na borda do mármore. Pincelando sua entrada com a glande inchada e sentindo arrepios se distribuírem pelo meu corpo todo. 

— Anda logo, Louis. — A garota suspirou. Um sorriso se abriu em meus lábios. Levei uma das mãos até sua nuca, trazendo-a até mim. 

— Está ansiosa, linda? — Sussurrei contra sua boca, o sabor doce da bebida em seus lábios me inebriou. Soltando um gemido manhoso ela tentou se esfregar em mim atrás de algum alívio, mas minha mão que permanecia em sua coxa não permitiu. — Passou a semana toda provocando e agora quer rápido, amor? 

— Louis. — Meu nome soou como uma súplica em sua boca, me fazendo enlouquecer mais um pouco. 

— Você vai ser uma boa garota e ficar bem quietinha enquanto eu te fodo. Me entendeu? — Um gemido estrangulado fugiu pela boca vermelha. — Não ouvi sua resposta. — Provoquei. 

— Entendi. — Sussurrou. — Agora me fode, Louis.

— Essa é a minha garota. 

Encarando no fundo de seus olhos, entrei devagar, sentindo a boceta quente se expandir para me receber. Com a boca aberta, S/N soltava suspiros altos. Depois de entrar completamente, saí um pouco apenas para me afundar novamente. Os gemidos se misturavam e a sensação de estar dentro dela me fazia delirar. 

Podia ouvir minha pele batendo forte na sua, o frenesi do sexo reverberando nas minhas veias. Dei um tapa forte em sua bunda quando um gemido alto escapou. 

— Quieta. — Avisei parando os movimentos. — Você não quer que a brincadeira acabe, quer? — Com um meneio de cabeça ela negou com veemência. 

Voltei a me mexer, me enterrando fundo na fenda quente e úmida. S/N soltava choramingos manhosos enquanto jogava a cabeça para trás. Trilhei um caminho com a língua do decote da blusa até a ponta do queixo, sentindo seu gosto, deliciado. 

A música lá fora já havia trocado, mas pela cantoria eu sabia que ainda tinha mais algum tempo. 

Puxei a barra da blusa, jogando-a em algum canto do banheiro, sendo agraciado pela visão dos seios fartos presos no sutiã de renda vermelha. Puxei a peça para baixo, prendendo um dos mamilos duros na boca, sugando com força como eu sabia que ela adorava. 

— Meu Deus. — A garota sussurrou, erguendo uma das mãos que antes a apoiavam no mármore e levando até mim, puxando meu cabelo entre seus dedos. Afastei um pouquinho, soprando o mamilo quente, o que a fez gemer mais uma vez. O orgasmo se aproximava, se formando em ondas fortes no meu ventre. Mas eu queria prolongar aquele momento por mais algum tempo. 

Diminuí o ritmo das estocadas, indo lento e fundo, sentindo cada músculo da boceta me apertar e me implorar para retomar o ritmo de antes. 

— Amor… — Ela gemeu. — Por favor. 

— O que você quer, linda? — Perguntei, apertando a mão em sua nuca e obrigando-a a me olhar. 

— Me deixa gozar, amor. — Implorou. 

Sem aviso, me afastei, o que fez S/N me encarar com confusão. Puxei a garota de onde estava e virei sua cintura, com gentileza empurrei seu peito contra o mármore gelado. S/N abriu as pernas e empinou o traseiro redondo para me receber. Dei um tapa estalado antes de fazer o que tanto queria. Entrei com força, fazendo-a gritar mais uma vez. 

Minha pelve se chocava contra a bunda que havia me provocado a semana inteira, eu escorregava para dentro sem nenhuma dificuldade pela sua umidade. 

Enrolei os cabelos compridos da minha garota em minha mão, erguendo sua cabeça para que ela enxergasse o show pornográfico que estávamos dando e era transmitido pelo espelho. 

— Porra. — Ela gemeu o palavrão em português. 

— Você passou a semana inteira imaginando isso, não passou? — Com a mão livre segurei em sua cintura, martelando meu pau cada vez mais fundo contra a boceta deliciosa. — Me imaginou te comendo em cada canto dessa casa, não imaginou?

— Sim… — Proferiu com dificuldade, alimentando ainda mais o tesão que estava me tirando a razão. 

Não dava mais para segurar. A situação toda era demais para a sanidade. Os gemidos que escapavam da boca com batom agora borrado, o sentimento de que em qualquer minuto alguém poderia nos procurar, o aperto de sua boceta no meu pau. 

Puxei o cabelo de S/N com um pouco mais de agressividade, o que a fez gritar e revirar os olhos enquanto empinava ainda mais, me dando mais espaço para fodê-la, a visão de nós dois que o espelho mostrava me enlouquecia, me fazendo ir mais rápido, sendo impossível segurar os gemidos.

Meu corpo formigava, palavrões e palavras desconexas eram proferidos. S/N gritou meu nome, e então seu corpo inteiro resetou. Precisei passar o braço por sua cintura, para sustentar seu peso enquanto sentia a boceta quente me apertar ainda mais, me obrigando a gozar tão forte que um gemido gutural ressoou do meu peito. 

Caralho. 

Apoiei minha testa no ombro nu, minha respiração tão alterada que o meu peito queimava. 

— Você é louco. — S/N disse com um sorriso preguiçoso quando saí de dentro dela. 

Estávamos uma bagunça, cobertos de suor, cheirando a sexo. Completamente satisfeitos. Por enquanto. 

— É o que acontece quando você rebola essa bunda gostosa na minha frente. — Falei deixando mais um tapa. 

— Acha que vão perceber que estávamos fodendo? — Perguntou enquanto tentava arrumar o cabelo com os dedos. 

— Linda, além do cheiro de sexo em você, minha porra está escorrendo da sua boceta agora. — Sussurrei a última parte em seu ouvido antes de erguer a calça nas pernas. As bochechas de S/N ficaram vermelhas e ela arregalou os olhos antes de me dar um tapa no braço. 

— Já sabe que vai apanhar do meu pai, não sabe? 

— Vamos torcer para que ele esteja bêbado o suficiente para não notar o que a filhinha dele estava fazendo no banheiro. — Deixei um beijinho em seus lábios enquanto ela ria e revirava os olhos

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ink & innocence - 32 *

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full of first time smut overload! not proofread, whoops!

Harry wasn't sure how they got here. Neither was Aspen. 

After Aspen crawled into bed with Harry, he peppered soft kisses over her face, muttering on and on about how she was his forever girl. She cradled his face and they kissed until her chapstick smeared away, his hands snug and warm under her shirt.

Maybe it was the look in Aspen's eyes when she brushed her thumb under his brow, eyeing the piercing that drove Harry's cock to spring up. Maybe it was the draw of breath Harry let out when her nails ran through his scalp that made her thighs press together. Maybe it was the shudder she let out when his kisses trailed their familiar path down to her jaw that made his brain switch a flip.

Whatever it was, they were both insanely okay with it happening again.

His lips latched onto her neck in need, his teeth grazing over the skin until the layer broke, deep purples and reds blooming to life. Aspen whimpered into his curls as her fingers fisted the shoulders of his hoodie. 

Harry let out a soft grunt as he rolled off his side and pushed up, slipping himself between Aspen's thighs. His large hands took ahold of her hips, sliding down her thighs before hooking onto the back of her knees to draw her legs around him. 

He leaned back down, sighing contently as their lips connected in a slow kiss. He caressed the sides of her thighs over her leggings. Aspen slipped her fingers behind his neck as her fingers twirled the curls that rested at the nape of his neck as she parted her lips to allow his tongue to slip between them.

She tasted heavenly. She always did. Harry let a groan slip from his mouth into hers while his tongue swirled around, brushing along the roof of her mouth before slipping along hers. 

Aspen loved when he kissed her like this. She loved when he switched from soft kisses to needy ones, prying her mouth open with a flick of his tongue, only to draw away and pepper kisses down her jaw. She loved having the taste of him on her, the subtle hint of whiskey and mint from his gum flooded her mouth each time and she loved it.

As her hands tangled up in his curls, he lifted a hand off the bed that was propping him up to slide onto her hip and up the hem of her shirt to her bare waist. The contact made Aspen shudder, though the squeeze he gave made her melt.

"Missed this, missed you," He muttered against her lips before hr broke away to look down at her.

She cracked a smile, a pink tint glazing her cheeks. "I missed you, too, H. So much."

Harry returned the smile before he dipped down to nudge her chin with his nose, pressing  open mouthed kisses along her bared neck. The girl hummed contently and swallowed, letting out a small gasp when his mouth latched behind her ear.

"Harry," She whispered, drawing out a small moan as he began to suck over the area. Her legs wrapped around his loosely, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he sucked harder. Her brows furrowed as another whine slipped from her lips, followed by a breathy 'oh'.

Harry was feral. He was a complete goner with how she sounded beneath him. Her sounds only spurred him on as he took a hold of the bottom hem of her shirt, sitting back up. 

"Can I?" He asked, his other hand coming to rest on her hip.

"Harry..."

"Aspen," He breathed out, giving her a look. Not just any look, but the look. The look that told her how bad he needed her and she would be lying if she didn't need him just as bad.

"But... Zayn, and Iz." She muttered, her hands now resting against his chest. 

He shook his head. "They left after I came up," he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, "they hate being in the middle of things like this," He laughed softly, giving her hip a squeeze.

He was probably right. They did seem like the type to scurry away to avoid overhearing awkward conversations. 

 She huffed softly and nodded, and Harry didn't need more than that. His hands tugged the material up her body, tossing it to her side. His green eyes swept over her, a smirk tugging onto his lips before he pressed forward and attached his lips to the center of her chest. 

Harry sighed against her skin, warm breath fanning over her as his lips moved languidly across her chest. He kissed the valley between her breasts, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the feel of her all over again. His hands splayed over her ribs, holding her steady beneath him as he trailed open-mouthed kisses lower, tasting every inch of soft skin he could reach.

Aspen’s breath hitched, her fingers twitching against his shoulders as a warmth spread through her chest. The sensation was overwhelming in the best way— his lips, his hands, the way he held her like she was something sacred, something meant to be cherished.

Harry hummed, dragging his nose along her skin as he worked his way down, eyes fluttering shut as he savored her scent— something sweet and familiar, something he could never forget. His lips pressed to her sternum before gliding lower, over the curve of her ribs, down to her stomach.

Aspen shivered at the sensation, her hands threading into his curls as he kissed over her navel. His stubble scratched against her skin, a contrast to the softness of his lips, and she exhaled shakily, her fingers gripping just a little tighter.

“Harry…” she whispered, the sound barely there, but he heard it— felt it in the way she trembled beneath him.

His hands traced along her sides, thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles into her skin. He glanced up, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, filled with something deep, something she could drown in if she let herself. Harry let his hands crawl up to her breasts, cupping them in his large hands and squeezed. 

“Love the way you say my name,” he murmured, his voice thick, before pressing another kiss just above the waistband of her leggings.

Aspen bit down on her lip, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. He had always been like this— intense, consuming, making her feel things so deeply it nearly scared her. But she loved it. She loved him.

Harry groaned softly, lips brushing featherlight against the soft skin of her stomach. He rested his forehead against her for a moment, exhaling like he was steadying himself, like he needed her just as much as she needed him.

“Missed this,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss just below her navel. “Need t'have you, baby.”

Aspen’s chest ached at the rawness in his voice, at the unspoken plea woven into his words. She brushed her fingers through his curls, cradling the back of his head as he nuzzled against her. 

Harry's teeth slowly grazed bellow her navel, nipping slightly at the skin there before his mouth latched on more while his fingers carefully tucked under the band of her leggings. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, silently asking for permission. 

When she nodded, Harry pulled the material down her legs in a swift motion, sitting back up to pull the cuffs off her ankles. He groaned at the sight of her, pulling her closer by her hips as his hands sprawled and wandered around her bare skin. 

Aspen’s fingers trembled slightly as they traced the hem of his hoodie, eager yet hesitant, the fabric bunched between her hands as she let out a small, needy whine. “Off,” she murmured, her voice soft but insistent.

Harry let out a breathy chuckle, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “So impatient,” he teased, but there was no resistance in his movements. In one swift motion, he reached behind his neck and tugged the hoodie over his head, tossing it carelessly to the growing pile of discarded clothing.

The moment the fabric was gone, Aspen sucked in a quiet breath. Her gaze raked over him, drinking him in like she had never seen him like this before, like she hadn’t already memorized every ridge and dip of his toned stomach, every intricate tattoo that marked his skin.

Her eyes trailed from the defined lines of his abs, up to the butterfly inked at the center of his stomach, her lips parting slightly as the silver cross necklace that hung from his neck swung gently before settling back against his chest.

God, how badly she wanted to take that necklace between her teeth and—.

"You look so fucking beautiful, lookin’ at me like that,” Harry’s voice broke through her daze, deep and rough, dripping with desire.

Aspen blinked, startled, her cheeks instantly warming as she met his gaze. His green eyes were heavy-lidded, darkened with something unspoken, something that sent a shiver down her spine.

“I—” she stammered, swallowing hard as she tried to look anywhere but the sharp lines of his torso, but it was impossible. He was right there and her body burned with the awareness of it.

Harry smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. His fingers brushed along her hip before gripping gently, pulling her closer as he leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

“Didn’t know my girl had such a filthy little mind,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “Tell me, love, what were you thinkin’ about, huh?”

Aspen let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling against his forearm. “Nothing,” she mumbled weakly, though the blush that deepened across her cheeks betrayed her.

Harry chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “S’that right?” he hummed, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath her jaw, trailing his lips down to the pulse point on her neck. He sucked softly, just enough to pull a tiny whimper from her lips. “Liar.”

Her body tensed, then melted in the same breath. She hated how easily he could unravel her with just his words, just the heat of his touch.

Before she could form a response, he was moving lower, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down her collarbone, over the swell of her chest, pausing to flick his tongue against a sensitive spot near her sternum. His large hands splayed over her waist, his grip firm but gentle, grounding her as he continued his descent.

Aspen bit her lip, anticipation pooling deep in her stomach as he scooted further down, his breath hot as it ghosted over her stomach, down to her hips. He settled between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, his thumbs pressing slow, teasing circles into the soft skin as he spread them apart.

A shiver coursed through her when his lips brushed along the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate. He kissed once, twice, sucking lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue, dragging his mouth down until he reached the hem of her panties.

Aspen let out a soft, shaky exhale, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. She was blushing fiercely, shyness creeping in, but it was overshadowed by the heat pooling in her core, by the need that pulsed through every inch of her body.

Harry smirked against her skin, breathing her in, reveling in the way she trembled beneath him. “What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured, his lips brushing over the fabric covering her, teasing but gentle. “You shy?”

Aspen whimpered in response, her thighs twitching beneath his touch.

Harry hummed, his fingers tracing up and down her legs soothingly before he pressed a kiss right over where she needed him most, just barely there, just enough to make her gasp.

“Don’t be,” he whispered. “S’just me, love. Always just me.”

He mouthed over her clothed clit, flattening his tongue. The girl gasped below him, her hips twitching beneath his touch.

Harry's arms came to wrap around her thighs, tugging her closer as he laid flat on his stomach. "Gonna let me taste you, yeah?" One of his hands unraveled from its hold to hook his fingers on her panties, pulling them to the side. 

His lips parted in awe as he stared at her slick folds, bubbling with need. "God," Harry groaned as he used his index and middle fingers to spread her lips open slowly, "deprived me of this for too long."

With that, his tongue dove in. He collected her wet on his tongue as he dragged at her fluttering hole over her clit, swirling along the sensitive bud before latching on, swallowing the sweet taste in his mouth.

"Harry!" Aspen cried out, choking out a gasp as her thighs threatened to clamp around his head from the sudden feeling. Her fingers curled in his hair harshly, fingers relaxing as her hips drove down onto his tongue.

"Fuck," Harry grunted against her, swirling his tongue over her once more before his tongue flattened, shaking his head a bit. She bucked her hips with another moan of his name getting caught in her throat. "Give it t'me, doll," he slipped his tongue before her folds once again, brushing over her entrance and prodded his tongue.

He didn't have time for slow. He needed her with everything in his being, he missed every part of her, especially the way she tasted. He'd never get over it.

Between the laps of his tongue and the sounds spilling from Aspen, Harry's head was spinning. 

His tongue danced between her slick folds, swallowing every bit that she gave to him. He let out a groan as his tongue pushed through, parting his lips fully until his teeth grazed over her skin. He lapped at her insides with ease, desperate to have her on his tongue. 

"Oh, God," Aspen choked out, her back lifting off the bed. He was so fucking insane. "Please, please, please," she trailed along breathy pleas, her grip in his hair tightening as she felt his tongue swirl inside of her before he pulled back to lap up the mess of saliva and slick that dripped between her thighs.

The man lifted his hand, wasting no time to press his middle finger into her. She gasped at the feeling and clenched around his finger almost immediately. His face broke out in a stupid grin as he watched his finger sink into her, pumping a few times before a second one slid in.

"God," she gasped, drawing in deep breaths as she opened her eyes to look down at him.

Amused, he chuckled. "'M flattered at the new name," he teased, flicking his tongue over her clit as he pumped his fingers at a comfortable pace.

His own cock was unbearably aching in his pants. His hips pressed into the bed in search of some sort of relief while his fingers curling up into her.

"Oh!" She squeaked out in a surprised moan as his fingers brushed along that special spot nestled inside her. 

"Yeah?" He egged, repeating the same motion as his eyes locked on her face. "Found m'girl's spot, huh?"

"I-I think so—," her words were cut off when he fucked his fingers up into them again. Her face fell in complete pleasure as she clenched around his digits, a loud whimper escaping. 

Just as that feeling in her stomach creeped up quick, his fingers were gone. 

She let a long whine draw out of her mouth, tossing her arm over her eyes in defeat, a blush tinting her embarrassed expression. 

He smirked as his eyes traced over her frame while he sat up, lingering on her needy hole clenching around air, before his eyes met her face.

"Harry," she breathed out, swallowing as her lips parted, but no words came out.

"Hm?" He licked his lips, his hands sprawling over her thighs before slipping his fingers under the string of her panties and yanked them free.

"Wanna... wanna help you," she peeked out at him from under his arm, and when he tilted his head with a growing smirk, she whined and covered her face.

"How so?"

"You know how so," she huffed.

"I don't think I do," Harry tutted, sliding off the bed to stand against the edge, his knees pressed against the mattress, "wanna come 'n show me?"

Aspen caught her breath, her body still tingling from the way Harry had just touched and teased her. But something in her shifted, something bold and warm and needy as she blinked up at him through heavy lashes.

Slowly, she sat up, her movements deliberate as she crawled toward him, the mattress dipping beneath her weight. Harry’s breath hitched, his throat bobbing as his eyes trailed over her every movement— how her hair cascaded over her shoulders, how her flushed skin glowed in the dim light, how her lips, slightly swollen from his kisses, parted just enough to make his stomach clench.

His hands curled into the posts at his sides, trying to ground himself as she reached him.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, watching as she settled on her knees before him, her fingers brushing feather-light over his stomach, tracing along the lines of ink that painted his tanned skin.

Aspen swallowed hard, her own breathing unsteady as her hands traveled lower, barely grazing over the waistband of his sweats. She could feel how tense he was beneath her touch, the way his muscles twitched, the way his breath grew heavier.

Her fingers danced over the fabric that covered his hard cock, teasing, pressing just enough to make him groan low in his throat. She glanced up, and when she saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his lips parted as he watched her with dark, hooded eyes, she felt a spark of confidence bloom in her chest.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging just slightly before she smirked, deciding to push herself further. She gently brushed her nose along the light patch of hair that trailed up, humming contently.

She leaned down, pressing the softest of kisses along his lower abdomen, her lips brushing over the tattoos inked there.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching against the sheets. “Jesus, fuckin’ Christ,” he whispered, his voice rough, barely hanging onto his composure.

Aspen let out a quiet, shaky giggle against his skin, feeling the way his stomach tensed beneath her lips.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” Harry gritted out, his hands twitching like he wanted to grab hold of her, but he didn’t. He let her take control, let her explore, let her do whatever the hell she wanted because he was too far gone to stop her.

She pressed another kiss, this time just a little lower, just enough to make him curse under his breath. Her shyness flickered for a second, a small hesitation, but she pushed it aside, her pulse pounding in her ears as she tilted her head slightly and let her teeth graze over the band of his boxers, tugging lightly.

Harry groaned, his head falling back for a second before he looked back down at her, his eyes dark and blown out, his hands shaking as they hovered over her. “Aspen,” he warned, but it was weak, breathless.

She glanced up at him, her lips curving into the tiniest smirk. “Thought you wanted me to show you?” she murmured, her voice sweet, teasing.

Harry let out a low chuckle, but it came out strained, full of tension, full of need. “Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, his fingers finally reaching for her, running through her hair before cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

Aspen kissed the pad of his thumb softly, her heart racing, her confidence blooming, and then she tugged his boxers down just a little more, her breath warm against his skin.

Harry exhaled sharply, his other hand curling into the back of her hair, his head swimming, his self-control slipping between his fingers.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he muttered, half in awe, half in agony.

With one last final tug, his cock sprang free. She couldn't help but stare, before she broke out in a fit of giggles.

"What?" He quirked a brow, huffing as she flickered her eyes from his shaft to his face. 

"Nothing, sorry," she giggled, using the back of her hand to stifle her laughter, "I just, I can't believe I did that."

Harry fondly rolled his eyes, sucking in a breath when her small hand came to curl around the base of his cock. She kept her eyes locked on her hand as she gave his cock a tug, swiping her thumb over his tip.

He hissed out at the sudden touch, bucking his hips lightly. She smeared the dribble of precum around his sensitive tip, her tongue poking out as she cleaned over to kitten lick his slit. her hand traveled back down carefully, giving him a gentle squeeze as her lips latched onto the head of his cock.

"Baby," Harry groaned, his brows furrowing in pleasure. Aspen hummed around him, flickering her eyes to meet his, and he near lost it.

He gasped lowly as she sunk down as far as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat until she pulled up halfway, starting a slow pace of bobbing her head.

"Shit," He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head back. Aspen built a steady pace, humming around him every so often as her hand moved to cover what her mouth couldn't.

With every stroke and bob of her head, Harry's stomach coiled. His abdomen tensed each time she sunk further, the head of his cock brushing the back of her throat as a moan slipped past his lips each time.

Aspen pulled off momentarily for a breath, sucking in air as her hand took over. Her hand swept around the tip of his cock before down his shaft, pressing her thumb along the vein that run on the underside of his cock with each stroke.

Her mouth quickly attached to him once more, her needing it just as bad as he did. The weight of his cock on her tongue, the feeling of him threatening to break through her throat, it made her moan around him as she sunk as far as she could.

That's when it happened. His knees buckled and he let out a string of curses and louder groans, face contorted in pleasure as she gagged around him. 

"Fuck!" He cursed out, his hand slipping into her hair. He bundled up the girl's loose curls with shaky hands and wrapped the length around his fist as he began to guide her throat lightly. 

When she moaned around him, giving him those glassy eyes that pleaded, he took it as a sign to guide her back down until she gagged once more. His jaw dropped, a low moan falling from the pit of his chest as he watched her eyes roll back and spit push past the corner of her wide open mouth around his cock.

Harry yanked her up carefully, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips in need. They both laughed softly as their teeth clashed inside, muttering a soft apology as he slotted their lips together. His free hand came to rest along her jaw, slowly sliding down to cup her neck. 

"Gonna train this throat sometime soon," He muttered along her lips, sliding his tongue along her parted lips before kissing her deeply. The man gave a gentle squeeze, tugging on her hair to tilt her head up as he pulled off her mouth. "Make my cock fit all the way."

Aspen nodded, almost too eagerly for her liking, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. "Yes, please, Daddy."

Harry took ahold of his cock, slapping his swollen tip along her glossy, red lips. 

"Fuckin' hell," He muttered, panting unevenly. 

Harry let go of her hair, carding his fingers through before cupping her jaw and connected their lips. As they worked together, he worked her back onto the bed to lay on her back, settling between her thighs once he kicked his legs free from his sweats.

His hands slipped down to her back, unhooking her bra with professional ease, one that she made mental note of to pick on him for later. He slipped the cotton off her body and tossed it aside, hands flying to cup and grope at her breasts.

Aspen shuddered and whined when he pinched her nipples, gasping at the pleasurable feeling.

His lips lifted off her to lock onto her now bare chest, tongue diving over the peaks of her chest as his hands worked. He rolled each bud between his fingers and groaned with every roll of her hips she gave in utter need.

Harry's head dropped with another groan. The head of his cock collided with her clit as she shifted up, Harry unable to control the buck of his hips.

"Aspen," he croaked out, slipping a hand down between them to brush his fingers over her clit once more. "Baby, please don't do tha' t'me."

She whimpered softly. "D-do what?" Her hips rolled into his hand as he cupped her mound, fingers prodding at her needy hole.

"Can't let my cock feel your cunt 'f I can't have it," he mumbled, taking her nipple between his teeth as he sank two fingers back into her. Aspen's jaw fell slack a bit as her head spun, clenching around his fingers and pressing her chest up into him.

"Who...," she gasped and moaned when he rolled the bud between his teeth, soothing the feeling with his tongue and a kiss, "who says you can't?"

Harry lifted his head, breathing heavy. "Fuck. Yeah?"

Aspen licked her lips slowly. It was bound to happen, and she herself wasn't sure if she could wait any longer. It was going to be him, it always was going to be him, and right now, she needed it.

"Yeah." 

Harry couldn't help but groan. "Are you sure? Right now?"

The girl could only nod, but remembered her words when he gave her a look. 

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I promise, H, just... please?"

He nodded, curling and pumping his fingers at an unbearably slow pace as he slotted their lips together.

Harry pulled back just slightly, breath uneven, eyes searching hers. “You sure?” he asked again, voice low and strained.

Aspen huffed, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. “Harry, either do it or get off,” she teased, though the way her voice wavered gave away just how much she wanted him.

A slow, lazy grin spread across his lips before he chuckled, the sound deep and warm, making her stomach flip. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he mused before dipping down to kiss her again, slow and lingering, fingers caressing the soft skin of her thighs, tracing little patterns that sent a shiver down her spine.

He was so lost in her, in the way she tasted, the way she responded to every touch, every kiss, that he almost missed the thought creeping into his mind. Almost.

“Fuck,” he muttered suddenly against her lips, pulling back. His brows furrowed, a bit of frustration seeping into his voice. “I don’t have a condom.”

Aspen blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. Then, to his surprise, she bit her lip before mumbling, “There are some in the drawer.”

Harry pulled back even further, staring at her, confused. “In the drawer?”

She nodded.

His brows lifted. “And how exactly do you know that?”

Aspen hesitated for a moment before letting out a quiet giggle, her cheeks flushing. “I may have done a little… snooping,” she admitted shyly.

Harry’s mouth parted in disbelief before he let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “You were looking through Zayn’s shit?”

She pressed her hands to her face. “I got curious!”

He shook his head, amused. “You’re fuckin’ somethin’ else, baby.” But then the realization hit him, and his nose scrunched up. “Hold on— why the hell does Zayn have condoms in the spare bedroom?”

Aspen giggled again, peeking at him through her fingers. “I don’t know, but are you really gonna question it right now?”

Harry exhaled through his nose, rolling his eyes before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Alright, alright. Stay put.” He pushed off the bed and made his way to the dresser, pulling open the drawer with a low grumble.

A beat of silence passed before—.

“Oh, no fuckin’ way,” Harry snickered.

Aspen sat up on her elbows, tilting her head. “What?”

He turned to her, holding up the box and pointing to the size. “Large? Please. I doubt it.”

Aspen gasped, playfully swatting at him. “Harry!”

He only smirked, ripping one from the box and opening it as he made his way back to her, settling between her thighs again. “I’m just sayin’,” he teased, eyes glinting with mischief.

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks still tinged pink as he took her hands in his, guiding them gently.

“C’mere,” he murmured, voice dropping an octave as he placed the condom in her hands. “Lemme show you.”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she nodded, letting him lead her movements. His touch was patient, his voice soft as he guided her fingers, watching her closely, completely and utterly captivated by her.

And Aspen? She had never felt so wanted, so adored, so his.

Aspen sat up as Harry's hands guided her to place the rubber material on the head of his cock, unrolling it carefully to cover his length. Her heart beat quick in her chest, threatening to pound out and buzz off as the reality of what was happening settled in once he led her back to lie down.

"Good job, baby," he praised, holding her knees apart as he shuffled closer. "Tell me if I need to stop, okay? We'll go slow. 'S about you right now," he promised.

Aspen nodded, her fingers curling into the sheets under her as she took a heavy breath. When she felt Harry line himself up with her hole, she sucked in a deep breath and braced herself.

"Oh, God," she squeaked out as he began to push in. Harry's lips parted in awe, brows twisted in pleasure as he inched his tip in, halting. He drew in heavy breaths as Aspen tried to catch hers, feeling the burn of the stretch.

Harry wasn't exactly small. She knew that since she first felt it in her hands. Since she came eye to eye with it in the bathroom. There was no way in Hell she could take him in her tiny body.

"You're doing so good," his voice wavered as he gave her a minute to adjust before tilting in an inch more, his eyes flickering from where their bodies met to her face.

She was incredibly tight. So fucking warm and slick around his cock, he thought he was in the bets dream of his life. 

"Wait! Wait," She gasped, clenching her eyes at the intense burn that spilled through her. Harry stilled his hips, fighting the urge to drive into her. 

"Are you okay?"

Aspen winced, tears brimming her eyes. A tear spilled down the side of her temple and she sniffled, breathing shakily. "I-I don't know."

Harry sucked in a breath, swallowing. "We... we can stop, baby."

But he didn't want to. He needed to feel her wrapped around him completely. He wanted to shove himself in and get it over with, to make love to her and hold her and then fuck her until her legs shook. His fingers tightened on her knees, grounding himself.

"No!" she pleaded, shaking her head as she exhaled shakily. "Just need a moment."

Harry knew he should feel worse about it, but he didn't. Secretly, his chest burned in desire and pride that she could only take the tip of his cock. That she was already falling apart. She looked so tiny beneath him, so smooth and so stretched out.

"You're doing so, so good," Harry continued his praise. When she nodded, he sunk in further, just halfway now. "Such a good girl f'me," Harry groaned as he felt her engulf his cock more.

Harry's hand dropped to the apex of her thighs, thumb pressing and circling her clit. After giving her another moment, Harry took a breath and pushed himself in completely with one quick motion.

Aspen cried out, gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Figured it would be easier down the line," he apologized, continuing to swirl her clit as his other hand came to cup her jaw. He shuddered out a low moan.

"You— fuck." Harry swallowed as he shifted on his knees, aching to draw back and push into her. Her breathing gradually evened out, replaced with whimpers from his touches as the pain subsided. 

"Move, please," she whispered, "think I'm ready."

Harry nodded, pulling his hands away to take hers, intertwining their fingers with both of their hands. Carefully, he drew his hips back and eased back in, watching her face. He did it again, and again, until a moan finally slipped past her lips.

"Harry," she shuddered, whimpering softly as he built a steady pace.

"Such a good girl, 'm so proud of you," Harry whispered as he brought her hands to his lips, scattering kisses as he moved his hips. 

The room filled with even paced sounds of skin slapping, her breathy moans and whines complimenting his gruff groans and low groans. The pleasure coursed through her body, a new feeling she didn't know she could feel. This is what she missed out on with Harry? 

"You're so god damn tight," he grunted, locking his eyes on where his cock slipped in and out of her pussy with ease, her skin stretching around each time he pulled back. 

"Feels so fucking good," he breathed out, face twisting in absolute pleasure.

His hands gave hers a squeeze. The moment was theirs. With each thrust was a saying of their shared love, their trust in each other. Her legs wrapped around him as she mewled out his name, whimpering softly.

"Harry," she panted, locking her eyes on his.

"I know," he grunted, shifting on his knees again as he let go of one of her hands to pull her leg up and over his shoulder. "Trust me?"

She nodded, "Always."

He smiled warmly down at her, twisting his lip ring between his teeth as the pace of his hips picked back up. He thrusted into her with care and need, kissing along her calf as he moaned out praises.

It didn't take long for her chest to swell, back arching off the bed slightly as she grew closer and closer.

He felt it. Felt the way she pulsed around him and saw how her pussy dripped with need, clit practically throbbing from her long overdue climax. Poor baby, he thought. She'd never go that long again without one. He was always going to take care of her.

"'M close," he grunted, stomach coiling in its need for release. His thrusts got a bit sloppy, but still carried care between the two. His hand on her leg squeezed her knee, sinking his teeth into a love bite on her calf as he caressed her hand with the pad of his thumb. 

"Please, please Daddy," she breathily moaned, her eyes drooped in pleasure. Aspen fluttered them closed as her own high crept up on her quick, threatening to spill over the edge.

He groaned at the name. Even in such soft and sweet moments, his ears rang and head spun with AspenAspenAspen, knowing how to hit every spot within him.

"C'mon," he coaxed, kissing his her leg before groaning, the side of his face slightly smushed as he pressed against her, tilting his hips to hit that special spot inside of her once more. "Cum for me, give it to me."

Aspen lost it at that. Her back arched off the bed with a cry of his name as her hand gripped his. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making him choke out his own moan before he hunched over, releasing into the condom as his hips stuttered.

"Fuck!" He panted, squeezing his eyes shut.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, coming down from their highs. Harry sat back up slowly, licking his lips before pressing sloppy and loving kisses to her calf and up to the side of her ankle, caressing her leg.

Aspen let out a breathy giggle, still dazed, her limbs feeling like liquid beneath his touch. Harry's lips trailed slowly up her leg, soft and lazy, like he had all the time in the world. He wasn’t in a rush to move, wasn’t in a rush to let go of her. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be.

His hands smoothed over her thighs, grounding and warm, before he finally hovered back over her, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "You okay?" he whispered, brushing his nose against her temple.

Aspen hummed, her fingers sliding up his back, tracing along the ridges of his spine. "Mhm," she murmured, voice still laced with that post-bliss haze. "More than okay."

Harry smiled, pressing another kiss to her temple before nudging her nose with his. "Good. You did so well for me, baby," he murmured against her lips. "So perfect."

Her face burned at the praise, and she buried it into his shoulder, making him chuckle. "Don't get all shy on me now," he teased, smoothing his hand down her side. "Wanna take care of you, yeah?"

She peeked up at him, brown eyes soft and filled with so much trust that it made his chest ache. She nodded, and that was all he needed. Harry carefully pulled out, both of them wincing from the lack of each other as he whispered an apology.

Harry rolled off the bed, stretching briefly he ran a hand through his curls, stepping into the adjoining bathroom to wet a clean cloth with warm water.

Aspen watched him through lidded eyes, her heart swelling at the sight of him moving around with such care. He didn’t just see this as something casual. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable, wanted her to feel safe, wanted her to know that this meant something to him, because it did.

He returned with the warm cloth, sitting beside her on the bed. "This might be a little cold now, love," he murmured, brushing her hair from her face.

She bit her lip, nodding. "I trust you."

Harry swallowed, that simple statement sending a different kind of warmth through his chest. He cleaned her up gently, being as careful as possible. Every now and then, he’d press a kiss to her shoulder or whisper quiet words of reassurance.

"Still doin’ okay?"

She nodded, sleep creeping into her features. "Yeah."

Harry smiled, tossing the cloth into the laundry bin before pulling the covers up over her body. But Aspen reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his wrist.

"Don’t go," she mumbled.

His brows pulled together, and he shook his head. "Wouldn’t dream of it, angel," he reassured, leaning down to kiss her softly before moving to grab a the pair of his boxers from the floor, knowing she wouldn't be comfortable in her leggings.

"Here, let’s get you dressed," he murmured, sliding them up her legs before grabbing the hoodie from the floor. "Arms up, baby."

Aspen blinked sleepily but obeyed, lifting her arms so he could slide the hoodie over her head. It swallowed her whole, the sleeves too long, the hem falling past her thighs. The smell of him engulfed her with a sweet welcome, making her chest swarm in warmth.

Harry’s lips curled into a fond smile as he took in the sight of her. "Fuck, you’re cute," he muttered, pulling the covers up once more and sliding in beside her.

Aspen immediately curled into him, nuzzling her face against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He ran his fingers through her hair, pressing lazy kisses along her forehead, her temple, her cheek.

"So proud of you," he whispered against her skin. "So fucking proud."

Aspen swallowed, her heart squeezing. "Mhm?"

Harry pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "'F course. You let me love you," he murmured. "You let m'have you. You… you’re everything, Aspen. You always have been."

Her breath hitched, and she felt that familiar burn behind her eyes. But she didn’t want to cry. Not right now. Not when she was wrapped up in his warmth, in his words, in his love.

She lifted her chin slightly, pressing a small, soft kiss to his lips. "I love you," she whispered, the words slipping out naturally.

Harry's fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. "I love you more," he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her forehead.

And as Aspen melted into him, her body relaxing completely, she realized that this, falling asleep in his arms, safe, loved, whole, was exactly where she was meant to be.

[paulyenvol6]

Toxic pt. 2

Contains: Smut, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, p in v, unprotected sex, degrading, choking, gagging, dom and mean Harry, sub reader, fingering, fluff

Wordcount: 2.42k

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Y/n felt the breeze in her hair and just hoped it wouldn’t be all messy when she would try to comb it later. And she also prayed she wouldn’t catch the cold and lay sick in bed for the rest of the week. 'Fuck', y/n thought looking at her phone again but there was no notification.

She was sitting by this stupid bench alone on a Friday night. Harry had promised her a 'beautiful romantic date, just the two of us' and she had been surprised. In a very good way.

She had smiled and nodded and told him that it sounded lovely. But then a day later on Thursday Harry had texted her to ask her whether it would be okay if she would just pick him up after his football training and then the two of them could go on a stroll to go to a bar nearby.

Y/n had frowned at her phone, kind of felt the need to throw it against the wall but had agreed. She had been disappointed that a 'beautiful, romantic date' turned out to be a date in a bar but she wanted to give him a chance as she was still charmed by the gesture.

But well, now y/n wondered if it had been a mistake.

Harry had told her to be by the football team house at 7 pm and she had been there at 6:57 pm. When he hadn’t been there at 7:03 she had simply started to count the window panes of the shed that Harry had called a house. At 7:08 y/n had looked around to peek through one of the windows and at 7:16 she had texted him.

She could go in, sure. Harry was only a few feet away from her but you didn’t want to. He had invited her and y/n wouldn’t give in and chase after him.

Now it was 7:29 and she was annoyed. Now and then she could hear some laughter from inside the shed and y/n rolled her eyes. It was a Friday night and she had just spent half and hour in front of a stupid shed waiting for her boyfriend.

'No.', y/n thought. She was 22 years old and supposed to have fun in her life. Fuck this. Fuck his dumb idea of a date. Tonight she wouldn’t think about him. She wouldn’t storm into that shed, embarrassing herself by interrupting him and drag him out of there.

Y/n got up from the bench and took her bag. With a last look at the building she turned around and walked away. 10 minutes later she wasn't so sure about her plans anymore. Y/n didn’t really know where she actually wanted to go. She had walked through the small park next to the football pitch and now stood on a more lively street. She wanted to have fun, so that meant to find herself a warm place because her feet felt like ice by now.

While walking down the street she looked around trying to spot a nice bar or restaurant and then her eyes caught a sign. 'At Peter’s'. Y/n was thinking. That might just be the bar Harry had wanted to take her to. He had mentioned the name on the phone but of course she had forgotten.

But that didn’t matter now, the bar looked nice and y/n really wanted to get inside so she headed right towards it. Once she had entered it she was looking for somewhere to sit and actually spotted a stool at the counter.

Y/n ordered a beer and forced herself not to look at her phone. She had sworn herself not to think about Harry tonight. He had treated her badly, had neglected her and now he didn’t deserve to be the center of her thoughts.

Y/n sipped on her beer and looked around in the bar when she noticed someone sat down to her left. Curiously she turned around and looked right into the eyes of a young man with dark hair and piercing brown eyes.

She almost choked on her drink, so surprised by his gaze and coughed. "I’m sorry.", y/n pressed and the man grinned. "What for?" She chuckled when her breathing had calmed down. "For staring right at you and then almost choke at my beer. I was just startled."

The man smiled and she noticed that he had dimples. Like Harry. No, she couldn’t think about him again. "It’s alright.", the man said. "My name is Nick, by the way." Y/n smiled back at him. "My name is y/n. Very nice to meet you."

He took her hand and softly shook it which made her laugh again. "What brings you here alone on a Friday night?" Y/n rested her elbows on the counter. "Mhmm, I don’t know really. I think I needed a new environment." Nick nodded. "Respectable." "And what about you?"

Y/n rested her chin on the palm of her hands and watched him precisely. He chuckled and watched his hands on the counter. "Will it be enough for you if I simply say the air in my flat was too thin?" She laughed and Nick joined it.

But then he got serious again. "You know, I don’t want to be rude, y/n. If you don’t want any company right now I don’t want to bother you. I just want to make sure you want me to sit here next to you, you know…" "She does not." The voice made her jump and y/n quickly turned around. "Harry!", she said loudly and widened her eyes.

No, no! She was mad at him, she couldn’t feel guilty or scared now. HE was the one who had messed up. HE was the one who should come here and apologise. But the way he stood there. His hair still slightly wet from his shower and he just looked so confident.

She slapped herself mentally and changed her eyes to looking angry. "What was that, Harry? You told me to be there at 7 pm. And half an hour later, no sight of you, no message, nothing!" Harry didn’t look at y/n. He hadn’t looked at her while she had hissed these words but just looked at Nick furiously.

Speaking of, Nick looked from y/n to Harry and he obviously was confused by this situation. "Is… everything fine?" Harry chuckled sarcastically and leaned down to him. „Yes. If you leave this bar right now. And if you’re never gonna look at her again.“

Nick frowned and she could clearly see the fear in his eyes. So he quickly got up, grabbed his jacket not without letting her boyfriend out of sight and then left. "Harry?", y/n asked again but he ignored her. Then he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her with him.

"What the fuck are you doing?", she hissed trying to make him let go of her but his grip was tight. He dragged y/n to the toilets of the bar, into a cabin and locked the door behind her. "What the hell are you doing, Harry?", she pressed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

It was the first time he looked at her tonight and took a step in y/n's direction. "I don’t want to EVER walk into a bar again and see you talk to another man. Do you understand me?" She raised her chin. "You are the one who – " Harry cut her off by grabbing the side of her face with his right and putting his hand on her mouth with his left.

"Mhmm. No. Wrong answer." He made another step towards y/n and her back hit the wall. He then removed his hand from her mouth and held her neck with it. "You’re mine, y/n. And I don’t like seeing other men toying with what’s mine."

She looked up to him and felt her knees getting weak. Fuck, this wasn’t how she had planned this. How was he able to turn her into a thoughtless mess so quickly? She knew she wouldn’t be able to stay strong if he looked at her like that.

"Say it.", Harry spoke and he ran the thumb of his right hand over her lips. "What?", she breathed. "Say who you belong to." "No.", y/n spit and Harry tightly pressed her against the wall while his hand put a little pressure on her throat. "Yes. You will. Because if you don’t I’ll leave you here and go home alone. And I know that you're little panties are soaked right now and my poor girl is craving my touch."

He lifted her chin. "So go on. I’m listening." God, why was he so good? Who had taught him that? She looked at him with big eyes, begging him to just touch her but he didn’t give in. "I’m yours.", y/n eventually quietly whispered.

"What was that?" "I’m yours Harry." He smirked widely. "Aha. There we go. Good girl." She pressed her thighs together at his words and Harry chuckled. "Just as I thought.", he growled and then roughly spreaded her thighs. "Go on. Touch yourself.", he said and y/n looked up to him surprised.

"Do it." She hadn't expected him to demand her to touch herself and yet she obeyed him. Her shaky hand slid between her legs and under her skirt and her thumb found her clit. "Rub yourself, darling.", he whispered while watching y/n's hand disappear under her skirt.

She began drawing tight circles around her little nub and then after a while Harry's right hand wandered under her shirt. He massaged her boobs and rubbed her nipples between his fingers which made y/n sigh loudly. His left hand crawled up to her throat and he choked her lightly.

"Get on your fucking knees.", he suddenly said and y/n immediately stopped rubbing her clit. Harry pushed her down in front of him and didn't waste another second. He opened his jeans, pulled them down, freed his cock in a matter of seconds and then ran his tip over her mouth.

"Open, you little slut.", he hissed and y/n knew better than to disobey him. She opened her lips and Harry thrusted deep inside her. She needed to cough, felt him trigger her gagging reflex but Harry didn't allow her to get away from his cock.

His hand had grabbed the back of her head tightly and held her in this position. "Don't fight.", he moaned. "Just fucking relax." Y/n tried her best to breathe through her nose and after a while could loosen around his cock.

"Good girl. Yes.", Harry whispered when he felt her calm down and he started to thrust into her mouth. His hand moved her head along to his hips and hit the back of her throat every time. "Fuck. Oh holy shit, your mouth is a fucking… paradise." Harry had thrown his head back and moved her head faster and faster.

Y/n knew him by now and could sense that it wouldn't take him long to reach his orgasm. She felt his thick cock thrust into her mouth over and over again and just when she expected him to shoot his seed into her throat he suddenly pulled out of her and y/n opened her eyes in surprise.

Harry took a fistful of her hair and pulled her up. Without saying a word he turned her around and pressed her to the wall while lifting her skirt. "Harry.", y/n moaned and blindly reached behind so he would take her hand but Harry simply pressed it to the wall. "Shut up.", he groaned and then ran his cock through her folds.

She was incredibly wet and Harry grinned against the back of her head. "You're a little whore, do you know that?", he whispered against her ear. "Getting soaked from getting your mouth fucked." Y/n whimpered when his cock hit her clit and shifted nervously so Harry smacked her ass. "Stop moving around." Y/n nodded quickly.

She just wanted him to fill her hole and couldn't wait for him to finally enter her. And he did, with one deep thrust he stretched her walls and both moaned loudly. Harry started to slam inside of her and y/n pressed her hands to the wall in an attempt to hold on to something. "Mhmm.", she made and felt her knees getting weak.

Harry's hand reached around her body and his hand wrapped around her throat. He lightly choked her and she felt a little dizzy from all this stimulation. Because Harry's other hand had started to make its way between her thighs and he rubbed at her clit. "Harry. Please…", she whined but her voice sounded a bit croaky due to the hand around her neck that restricted the air coming to her lungs.

Harry was relentless with his pace and he fucked her hard and deep against the wall. She felt him so deep inside her and in combination with his hand on her clit she felt like she was about to explode.

"Harry…", she whined and his hand around her neck wandered to her mouth. "Shut it. You're gonna make the whole bar hear you." Now she moaned against his mouth and after a few more moments y/n felt the knot in her stomach tightend pleasure washed over her.

"Shit.", she shrieked and luckily her noises were supressed by Harry's hand. Feeling her clench around him sent him over the edge as well and he came with a deep growl. Y/n could feel his seed filling her up and know her knees really would have given in if Harry hadn't held her at her waist.

He breathed a few times deeply trying to recover from the high and then he pulled out of her. Y/n couldn't see what he was doing but then Harry turned her around and stroke her cheek. He smirked and kissed her swiftly on her lips.

He had adjusted his own trousers and now grabbed a paper tissue, got it wet and cleaned y/n's pussy. His cum was leaking out and running down her thighs and it definitely would've been suspicious if she had walked out like that.

Then Harry pulled up her panties and adjusted her clothes. Y/n herself was too fucked out and powerless to do anything so she just let her boyfriend take care and it honestly felt good that he took cared of her. After Harry was finished he took her hand. "Come.", he said softly. "What are we doing?" "We're going on our date."