#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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I fear.. my type might just be "coolest youngest in the group"

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Harry Styles Wattpad Fan Fiction Recs

I do majority of my reading on Wattpad, so I've put together a list of my all-time favourite books from there and also attached my own reading list as well for anyone who would like to look through it!

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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.

[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?🇮🇹

[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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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. ❤️ 🖇️

[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.

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[1d-oned-1d]

THUNDERSTORMS

for everyone's notice, this is my first time writing smut, soo please bear with me and tell me how I can improve.

warning:- kinky shit, smut, a whole lot of filthy hot smut. overstimulation, orgasm denial, bondage, just filthy things...

pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson

inspired by his outfit at his documentary premiere. also don't mind me I'm horny as fuck atm and DO NOT JUDGE ME FFS.

summary:- y/n has a fear of thunderstorms. they're in the car and things get a little too steamy.

I slightly woke up because of thirst and irritating clothes when I heard our driver converse with sun. 

"Sir it's raining heavily and the car is stuck in the puddle, extremely sorry sir I'll just go and try to fetch a car for you and ma'am." the driver opened and shut the door. I whimpered as I heard another thundering voice. I slightly opened my eyes to see sun on his phone but then closed it back because of my sleepy mind. I was in that phase where you could listen to everything going on in your surroundings but even lifting a finger was too much of a work. The door opened again.

"Sir I found a car but it's only available for one person and it's going back to the city." He explained. There was a bit of silence until sun spoke up.

"Ok no problem, you might be having kids and wife waiting for you at home and worried, take the ride and head back." As sun completed the sentence, the driver gasped. I don't what made his gasp, probably him getting to go back to his family.

"Thank you so much sir, thank you so much, when I reach there I'll send another car for you." The driver exclaimed.

"Oh no need, we have already covered 3/4 of the ride home, I'll just a call an uber." sun explained.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Very sure, now go before your ride takes off." Sun chuckled, with one last thank you and a smash of the door, driver was on his way to his home.

"Shit! there's no network, looks like we'll have to stay here for the night." sun cursed under his breath. I whimpered again as I heard that, staying here was no problem, but staying in here with these heck of a clothes and with me being thirsty was a problem to me and not to mention thunderstorm. Sun picked me up and cradled me in his lap, brushing my hair out of the way to get a better look at my face but instead I snuggled my face into his neck.

"What's the matter darling?" He asked but I had no power to vocalize my issues, so instead I let him continue on what he was doing, that is asking questions.

"Is it because we're spending the night here?" He asked but got no reply

"Cold weather?" He asked again only to be met with silence and I shifted again in his lap trying to adjust my collar of the shirt.

"are you thirsty? are the clothes irritating you?" He questioned once again but this time I meekly nodded in his neck. He bent forward with me in his lap and put a water bottle in between my lips.

"Come on darling sip it." as he said, I started sipping it, soon enough quenching my thirst. He pulled away the sipper from my lips and bent again. What is wrong with this shirt aah! I tried shift again only to be stopped this time with sun's hands firm grip on my waist.

"Oh it's ok babygirl let daddy change you into his tshirt." He rasped and I was shocked by the change of his mood. While I was on his lap he shuffled below me for a while, only to make me feel his skin, meaning he probably removed his tshirt. With somehow collecting some power left in me I tried to unbotton my shirt.

"No babygirl, daddy will do it, just go back to sleep." He stopped my hands movement and set it in my lap, slowly himself working on my shirt. He was painfully slow while unbottoning my shirt but thankfully he shrugged it off me. I was ready for him to put his shirt on me but instead I felt his one hand on my waist and the other hand on my face as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he moved his lips down to my jaw, the spot below my ear to finally the sweet spot on my neck making me arch my back and moan out his name.

"Sunn." I breathlessly moaned, he squeezed my waist harshly and marked my neck. He moved down to my cleavage and roughly marked me there too.

"It's daddy to you, you like it don't you when daddy plays with you, do you want me to play with you babygirl?" He rasped and went to unclasp my bra but I stopped him. 

"Yes daddy I want you to play with me but I'm very sleepy." I moved his hands to my waist and shifted closer to him.

"Babygirl I'm not asking you to stay awake, you can sleep and let daddy play with you for a little while." 

"No daddy I want to sleep, I want to sleep with you, you can play tomorrow." I spoke as I started feeling hazy in my mind.

"Princess I'll sleep with you, just let me play for a little while, and you don't want to make daddy angry do you?" He slipped his hands in my skirt and underwear and squeezed my bum, kneading it.

"No daddy I want to sleep, you're being an arse." My eyes shot open as I finished my sentence. One thing that daddy made crystal clear was, I was never supposed to curse or else he'll punish me.

"Okay enough, up and strip." He growled removing his hands from my skirt. "Now" he slapped the skin on my back when I didn't try to move even a little bit. I shifted from his lap and quickly removed the pieces of clothing which were left on me while he was watching me like a hawk watching his prey.

"On my shoulder." He roared making me whimper. Usually he would bend me over his knees if I was being bratty but when he meant over his shoulder it meant I was in serious trouble.

"I'm sorry daddy, I promise I'll never say a bad word again and you can play with me as you like." 

"Did I ask you about your opinion my little slut?" he asked making me shake my head but all he did was raise his eyebrow at me.

"No d-daddy." I stuttered. I better use my words if I don't want to get in anymore trouble.

 "Good now on my shoulder."

"Yes Daddy." I nodded and stood on the seat with my knees on the either side of his legs as he slid down a little to come face to face with my boobs. He further pushed his head in my chest and started licking in between both my breasts as he spanked my backside making me moan and clutch his shoulders for leverage.

"You like it don't you, you little whore. How I wish I could see your face while I punished you, I wish we were in our room." he mumbled, suddenly moving away from me and started fumbling with his mobile. In our room all you'll find is couple of mirrors, so he can see me no matter what he's doing. He set his phone somewhere in the car giving me my phone where I can see myself but the volume was on mute, he facetimed himself?!

"Daddy has two punishments for you, you'll count till 10 as daddy spanks you ok?" He demanded making me nod. "I can't hear you?" 

"Yes daddy, are you recording me?" I whispered, I was never actually comfortable with the idea of him recording me.

"That was the second punishment for you but you have option, daddy won't record you, if you don't feel comfortable babygurl." He sucked on my nipples making my head fall backwards and my eyes roll in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder.

"Are you upset with me daddy?" I asked with a very low voice.

"Yes baby girl, very." He bit on my nipple making them hard as ever and me whine for mercy.

"Then you can record daddy."

"Are you sure princess?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." I confirmed. He quickly took my phone from my hand and handed me in a minute or two, and I noticed the screen recording was on. he bent forward taking his phone to do the same thing and set back in it's place within seconds. Once again I was visible on my screen and he spanked me harshly catching me off guard.

"One." I whimpered, I could already feel myself getting wet and dripping down the thighs. I was ready for another hit but it never came instead he trailed his finger along my slit, making me lose my mind and arch my back only burying his face more into my breasts, that made him groan. I expected him to slip his finger in my entrance but he spanked me hard once again.

"Two." I moaned and he continued his torture on me by sucking on my breasts and spanking both my ass cheeks one after the other giving me no time to breathe.

"Three four." I gasped for air, he removed my right breast from his mouth, not before taking my left breast in his mouth and biting it harshly. 

"doing so good for daddy, my little whore, I'll think I'll move it to twenty for you since you're enjoying it." He moaned in my breasts.

"No daddy I'm so sorry." I whimpered but only to be met by another sharp slap of his on my backside. "Five" I counted. Soon enough 20, moved to 30 which further moved to 50. I had tears running down my face as I couldn't control anymore of his teasing, I just wanted his fingers and him inside me.

"Please daddy please." I requested as he pinched my bud roughly. 

"aww just look at your red little glistening pussy, so red , please what baby?" He slapped my breasts, squeezing it harshly and kneading it.

"your fingers, I want your fingers inside me daddy, I want you inside me daddy." I moaned breathlessly, not being able to contain the euphoric feeling as he started running circles on my core in an extremely fast pace.

"You like it don't you, getting punished, getting spanked, so wet from all this, such a filthy little slut, like this baby?" He cockily asked as he pushed two fingers in me and started pumping in and out. Unconciously I tried to close my legs and I guess he noticed it because he further spread his knees which in turn spreaded mine and made me squirm while he continued pumping his fingers in me.

"Don't squirm, once again try to close your legs and I will stop" He roared as he started scissoring inside me with his fingers, not helping with the squirming at all, only getting me to squirm more and trying to close my legs. 

"I said don't squirm you whore and what is that? you tried to close your legs." He growled taking out his fingers and spreading his legs to spread my legs even wider and a burning sensation erupted in my core from being streched out too much making me whimper.

"Please daddy I'm sorry, please I want your fingers inside me, please I promise I won't try to close my legs but it's really difficult to keep it open." I begged him to just put his fingers inside me and fuck me. 

"You've really turned bratty you know, sorry babygurl but you'll be punished really hard this time. Not listening to daddy at all." He threatened. spreading his legs even more resulting me to cry his name out loud. He picked his coat and started rummaging through it, finally taking out his tie. Why does he even have a tie if he was wearing tshirt and a coat. He took the tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold making me arch my back repeatedly as he took my breast in his mouth. since my eyesight was closed off my ears perked up and I heard him shuffle around, he took phone from my hand and held both my hands behind my back tying it with a soft material, which now I guess was my underwear. He sat me down on the seat sideways, my back against his side and he pulled my knees to my chest. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the window descending and me getting wet from rain which was very harsh on my core, with every ounce of patience I tried not to squirm. Thankfully soon enough the window ascended up.

"Now listen to me babygirl, I'm gonna eat you out but before you're going to cum, you have to ask me okay?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded earning another slap on my core.

"Yes daddy." I moaned as he started rubbing circles on my clit once again. He shifted me away from him, lying me down on the seat to open my legs wide for himself.

"Oh so wet from me doll, I'm gonna eat you out so nicely." I could hear his smirk. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and bit on my bud harshly, he entered in me with his tongue, lapping again and again in my walls, I locked my ankles behind his neck pushing him deep in me. I never knew how long somebody's finger could be until he entered his fingers in me straightaway hitting my g-spot making me a moaning mess below him. His tongue and fingers working ruthlessly in me until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen making me pant.

"Daddy!" my eyes rolled back, not knowing anything while he curled his fingers in me removing his mouth from my core to attack my breasts, just increasing the pressure a lot more.

"Oh how daddy loves your breasts darling, so soft, wish I could have them in my mouth all day, you know how hard it is to resist myself when I see you like this under my control, all tied up, just waiting for daddy to pound into his little whore pussy." he kneaded one of my breasts as he sucked on the other one all while fingering me, sending my mind into a frenzy state.

"You feel the pressure in your stomach baby? that means you're going to cum" His voice dangerously calm but I knew he was onto something devilish. 

"Yes daddy I feel it, I'm going to cum daddy." I moaned, the pressure growing even more when he scissored again inside me but suddenly everything stopped, his hands, his mouth, everything, leaving me frustrated and whining.

"Oh babygurl didn't think I'll let you cum this easily did you?" He laughed, holding my thighs apart to constraint me from creating any friction between them. Few minutes after the pressure in my stomach subsided and I was left horny, juices dripping to my thigh, he turned me around, my ass in the air, face squished into the leather seat and started eating me out, his hands never leaving my breasts. After a few more minutes of torturing I could feel a little pressure again in my stomach. He removed his tongue from me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, licking between them as I shoved my ass into his face for anything more he could do, which resulted in him licking my hole recklessly. He once again removed his face and pulled me towards him by squeezing my neck and jaw from the front.

"How are you doing babygurl, any pressure down here?" He asked, removing his hand from my neck and moving it further south to my core and inserting three fingers in me harshly, pumping at a very high pace while marking my neck.

"Yes daddy yes, I'm going to come daddy." I whined, pushing myself further more into his chest. He removed all three fingers from inside me only to push them in me again. I was gasping for air, as his pace increased even more than before. How is that even possible?

"daddy I'm going to cum, can I cum please?" I pleaded. My breasts bouncing with the movement in between my legs.

"hold on doll, I'm still not done with my pussy, and if you dare cum, things will only worsen." he curled his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot again and again, pressure building in my stomach reaching it's peak as I cum moaning daddy's name, my thighs trembling and my head fell backwards on daddy's shoulder. I knew he purposely did this because he wanted me to cum to increase my punishment. 

"You didn't listen to daddy, daddy's going to pound in his hole and make you cum again and again until he's not done with you, ought to teach you some manners." he growled. He set me against the seat and I heard his belt clunk and his zipper moving meaning now he was going to fuck me senseless until I see stars. He undid his tie and my panties from around my eyes and hands. When I turned to him, he only smirked. I was beyond scared and excited for what coming next. 

"Out!" He demanded and I sat their confused. "out of the car my cute little whore" He opened the door ushering me out. It was still raining heavily making me shiver. I stood there getting wet before his further instructions. 

"On the car's hood baby." He got out after 10 mins or so with his belt and tie in hands. I quickly shuffled infront of the car to see him already on the boot, giving himself a few pumps. "Come on move your ass quickly." He demanded. I climbed onto the car and sat beside him.

"On my dick baby." He held his dick and aligned himself with me. "Sit down baby." He cooed but I knew very well the devil was soon going to unleash. I sit down on him and tried to keep my legs in between so he couldn't spread it but unluckily he caught on and set my knees on the either side of his knees spreading wide open until I cried out loud and held onto him once again.

"Oh baby I know, it's ok." He hushed and picked his belt and tie and tied my ankles with his legs only spreading them further, making me shout in pain. 

"Ride me baby, I wanna feel your bouncing tits on my face." He kept a hand on my waist stimulating me to ride him. He started agonizingly slow, grinding me on him every now and then, making me go mad and loose my common sense.

"Faster daddy, faster." I moaned making him groan, he spread his legs further, taking mine with his too. "aahh daddy no." I whined and he held my waist and started making me ride him faster. He spanked me, only increasing the pressure while my breast in his mouth.

"daddy I'm gonna cum." I started nearing my third orgasm of the day, afraid to be denied.

"Cum baby cum, you're not gonna stop cumming until I'm gonna cum, oh god how I wished I could record you." he groaned. I felt my walls squeezing him, making him throw his head back, his nails digging into my waist, my legs started trembling and I released. Just as I released he picked up his pace and streched his legs, it felt like I could rip apart anytime from being this wide open. I felt the pressure build again it was not minutes before I released again. He quickly untied both our legs and rolled us over. He pounded in me remorselessly with rain having no mercy either. I needed something to hold on, so I held onto his back, surely leaving scratches there. Only thing that could be heard in the moment was us moaning, skin slapping against each other and rain, as I came down from another high. God! sometimes how much I hate his self control, he could last for hours and he did. I released about countless times but he was still nowhere near.

"Please daddy I'm so sorry, please cum daddy." I whined and he pounded into my overly sensitive clit. Once again I released, shrieking, but this time I was not the only one, daddy released too. He filled me with his cum as he rested his head on my shoulder while I pushed out his wet hair from his eyes. He pulled out of me and rested on his side pulling me close to his chest. after a few more minutes of resting on the hood of the car, he got down, and picked me up bridal style and headed inside the car. I winced as he set me down, laying me on the seat and quickly got in. 

"You did so good princess, so good for daddy." He kissed me on the lips and picked up my shirt. He started cleaning me, he cleaned my face, jaw, neck moving to my breasts doing nothing sensual but cleaning me and then moving to lower part. He cleaned between my legs as I could feel his breath on my core, he left a quick kiss there and moved down further cleaning my legs. He again held me up as he dressed me into his tshirt and underwear when I winced.

"What is it babygirl?" He asked taking his hands in mine.

"It's paining down there." I muttered looking down.

"So sorry princess must be really sensitive." He laid me down, removed my panties and blew some air on my pussy making me shudder and close my legs.

"It's ok baby I'm just gonna blow some air so it feels good." He opened my legs and blew on my pussy for a couple of minutes before closing my legs and letting me rest.

He quickly dried himself up, wore his boxers and laid himself on me, only to flip us, so now I was on top with my face in the crook of his neck as he held me closer to him with his hand rubbing my back. 

"I'm sorry if I was too hard on you baby." daddy whispered from below me.

"It's fine daddy." I replied and kissed him on his neck because it was closest to me.

"Couldn't help it darling, all night you were looking so pretty, all I wanted to do was show you how pretty you were." He mumbled against my lips, making me turn beet red and burst out giggling. "My cute little babygirl." He kissed me on the lips and then my forehead. Feeling content in each others arms we fell asleep.

I told you I wasn't lying when I said it was kinky shit.

Requests are open if you want anything specific, I write oned smut so yeah.

[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

Master List

——

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?”

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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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Masterlist

[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

Taglist:@cachinhos-de-harry / @say-narry / @lanavelstommo

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[hsdiaries]

Kinda want to test something on here before putting it on Wattpad.

Louis passes away, comes back as a ghost to help guide his ex-fiancé Bentley, back to love, where she must choose between Niall, her best friend who she trauma bonded with after Louis passed; and Harry who is new to their friend group but quickly becomes a place of comfort for her.

[louddydisturb]

Back to me (pt. 2)

A familia continua crescendo e para a infelicidade de Tomlinson toda a mudança hormonal o fez ficar levemente esquecido

Harry,27

Louis, 33

Tw: h!mulhercis, breeding kink

Demorou mas chegou, eu imaginei as outras cenas antes do smut estilo modern family por isso são curtinhas

Talvez essa seja a ultima oneshot por um tempo então deixem seus feedbacks e boa leitura

Sol:)

Harry voltava praticamente pulando de uma consulta de rotina, ela empurrava o carrinho de theo, esse que dormia impertubavel, e tentava chegar o mais rapido possivel em seu carro

Ela dirigia pelas ruas cobertas de neve de londres depois de parar em algumas lojas para terminar de preparar o presente de aniversario de louis

“Theo você acha que o papai vai gostar de uma caixa azul? Ou verde é melhor? Afinal ele sempre fala que gosta dos meus olhos”

“Papa anibesario” o garotinho balbuciava enquanto balançava as perninhas no carrinho

“Sim nenem, aniversario do papai” harry decide por fim pegar uma caixa bege e finalizando a compra

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“PAPA!” Theo corre para o colo de louis assim que os dois entram na casa

Louis usava um avental e estava coberto de farinha de trigo, alicia sentada no balcão e igual um fantasma de tanto trigo

“Louis william tomlinson-styles! Que droga vocês fizeram na minha cozinha” harry coloca as sacolas na mesa antes de ir averiguar a situação no comodo

“Cookies!” Os dois falam em conjunto com sorrisos orgulhosos no rosto

Harry sorri tentando manter a postura

“Vamos lili vou te dar banho” harry tira a garota de cima do balcão “você vai tomar banho e dar banho em theo já que acabou de sujar ele inteiro de farinha” ela fala ainda autoritaria e louis olha para a criança em seu colo que tinha o cabelo e as bochechas tambem sujas

“Sim senhora capitã” louis sai correndo com theo que ria em seu colo

Harry ri indo com alicia até o banheiro do quarto das crianças

“Desculpa o papai, mamãe. Ele queria fazer cookies para a senhora não ficar tão brava”

“Ficar brava? Porque eu ficaria brava” harry olha a garota confusa

“Por causa da super surpresa” alicia fala baixo como se falasse um segredo

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“Louis para de fazer cosquinha em theo ele acabou de comer!” Harry tentava fazer todo mundo ficar quieto na sala, oque era dificil já que o pai era mais criança do que os propios filhos

“Mamãe é chata não é theo?”

“Posso ter um minuto de silencio?”

“Sim mamãe, fale”

“Eu tenho uma surpresa” louis senta direito no sofá prestando atenção em cada movimento de harry “abre isso” ela entrega a caixinha e louis segura o objeto como se fosse explodir em sua mão a qualquer segundo

“Harry… se isso for uma brincadeira” ele tira o sapatinho minusculo de dentro da caixa

“Dois meses”

“Harry Tomlinson! Meu deus se isso for uma brincadeira juro que nunca mais caio nesse papinho de saudades e que ninguem te fo-“ Harry se apressa em tapar a boca de Louis

“Enfim, a familia vai crescer!” Harry continua ignorando a fala de Louis

“MAMÃE VAI TER NENEM!” Alicia grita correndo até harry

Louis continuava estatico no lugar e theo olhava tudo em confusão

“Nenem?” A voz infantil sooa na sala

“Sim amorzinho, daqui a um tempo você vai ter outro irmão ou irmã”

“Uma criança?” Harry podia jurar que viu lagrimas nos olhos de louis “é serio mesmo?”

“Sim, lou” e finalmente louis levanta do sofá puxando harry para um beijo

“Eca” a voz de alicia sooa de fundo e os dois não podem deixar de rir

“Meu deus” louis se agacha encarando a barriga que tinha uma pequena protuberancia, quase imperceptivel “oi nenem, saiba que o papai é mais legal viu. Eu deixo vocês comerem doces antes do jantar”

“Louis!”

“Falando em surpresas…” louis se afasta seguido de alicia

“Louis william não me venha com esse papo” harry senta no sofa observando os dois irem ate o quintal

Ela só não esperava que alicia iria voltar com um filhote de golden nos braços

Um filhote de golden.

“AUAU!!” Theo correu animado até o cachorro praticamente atacando o animal

“LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON-STYLES! Porque tem um cachorro no colo da minha filha?”

“Esse é o luke, mamãe” louis se “escondia” atras da garota e apenas concordava em silencio

“Luke? Louis você ao menos pensou em perguntar oque eu achava?”

“Mas você falou que ia pensar… e cachorros são otimos com nenens… e ele é só um filhotinho”

“É mamãe ele não pode ficar sem casa”

“Agh oque eu não faço por vocês”

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“Amor eu achei os cookies de red velvet com pistache que você pediu!” Louis entra na casa puxando luke pela coleira e tentando equilibrar 3 caixas de doces

Harry estava deitando no sofá da sala com theo deitado com a cabeça em sua barriga e alicia pintando suas unhas com algum esmalte infantil

“Você demorou” Louis percebe como os olhos verdes tinham uma aparencia inchada e o nariz de harry estava vermelho

“Amor eu tive que ir de carro no meio de uma quase tempestade de neve, estava engarrafamento” ele entrega a caixa com 4 cookies para harry e as outra duas caixas com alguns doces diversos para cada criança

“Papai deixou a mamãe triste” alicia diz com um bico antes de começar a devorar o muffin de oreo “ela achou que você foi se encontrar com a mulher loira do escritolio”

“Mulher loira?” O Tomlinson segura a risada observando harry com cara de brava enquanto comia o cookie

“Nunca se sabe quando o seu marido vai te engravidar e te deixar toda feia e gorda e depois ir se encontrar com alguma mulherzinha por ai”

“Hazza, você sabe que isso nunca vai acontecer né?” Ele senta no apoio de pés em frente a Harry “e você não ta toda feia e gorda, amor. Essa é a casa do nosso bebezinho”

“Não é bebezinho! é menina eu ja falei”

“Simsim menina” Louis resmunga contrariado mas não querendo começar outra discursão boba “vou levar Theo para o quarto” ele levanta pegando o garoto que dormia enquanto segurava um pedaço de donut “Alicia já são 7:40, amanhã você tem escola”

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“Sabe que dia é hoje, amor?” Louis caminha até harry que passava algum creme tranquilamente na barriga redondinha

“Algo entre 1 e 10 de janeiro” Harry responde observando o mais velho pegar o pote de creme de suas mãos

“8 de janeiro” ele massageia a barriga cheinha enquanto fala calmamente “sabe oque acontece hoje?”

“Não Louis, aniversario da queda do muro de berlim?”

“Nosso aniversario de pedido de namoro”

“Parabens pelo dia que eu quase morri atropelada” ela tira o pote da mão de louis e arruma a blusa do pijama “já vou dormir, prometi ajudar Alicia com o penteado maluco amanhã” a cacheada deita se afundando nos lençóis fofinhos, não prestando atenção na feição frustada de louis

“Foi um otimo pedido, não acha?” Louis continua deitando na costa de Harry e acariciando a barriga por cima do pijama de seda

“Sim Louis, foi um otimo dia”

“Quem diria que 7 anos estariamos juntos com dois filhos maravilhosos, um cachorro adoravel e um pacotinho na barriga, né?” Louis se afundava no perfume do cachos de harry ouvindo apenas um suspiro

“Tecnicamente só eu tenho um pacotinho na barriga” Harry se aconchega em Louis “boa noite, amor” e em menos de 5 minutos Harry dormia tranquilamente deixando um Louis frustado em sua costa

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“Sim Luke a mamãe não ama o papai mais” Louis sentava no sofá com o cachorro deitado em sua coxa, esse que aproveitava do carinho em seu pelo “acredita que ela não da mais amor pro papai” o filhote lambe a mão de louis como se estivesse consolando ele “você é o unico que me entende, lulu”

“É né dois cachorros se entendem” Harry aparece no corredor ainda de pijamas e com Theo andando atrás de si “Luke e louis ate combina” Harry ri da própria piada

“Bom dia para a senhora tambem, senhora Tomlinson-styles” Louis levanta caminhando até a cozinha onde ja tinha preparado as paquecas, o café de Harry e o achocolatado de Theo e Alicia

“Panquecas de colação!!!” Theo bate as mãozinhas animados

“Sim nenem panquecas de coração para o theo e pra lili” Louis enfatiza o final da frase

“E porque eu não ganho panquecas de coração? Ta me chamando de gorda louis william?!” Harry cruza os braços em cima da barriga cheinha

“Não é isso, só quem ama o papai ganha panquecas de coraçao” Harry bufa baixinho começando a comer suas panquecas normais, achando o cumulo quando viu que Luke tambem comia petiscos de coração

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“Harry? Ta acordada?” Louis brincava com os cachos de harry enquanto terminavam de assistir mais um capitulo de modern family

“To” ela se aconchega contra o peito de Louis aproveitando o carinho nos cachos

“Já parou para pensar que os meus meninões são fortes” Harry o olha confusa

“Teus meninões são fortes?”

“Sim, só foi preciso uma vez e olha só” ele faz como se estivesse mostrando um premio

“Louis por favor” Harry se afasta tentando manter a face seria

“Qual foi? Olha ai o resultado de 6 meses bem lindinho ai”

“Sabia que com 6 meses o bebe ja consegue ouvir?? Não fica dizendo essas atrocidades perto da minha criança”

“A criança tambem é minha, ela saiu de mim lembra”

“Louis william tomlinson-styles!” Harry afunda o rosto no traveseiro tentando terminar aquela conversa ali

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“Amor? Harry?” Louis deita na cama se aconchegando na costa de harry

“Vai trocar de roupa Tomlinson! Eu já falei que não gosto de deitem na cama com roupa da rua” harry empurra o braço de Louis que rodeava sua cintura

“Ai quanto estresse” Louis levanta bufando baixinho antes de tirar a calça e a camisa social, jogando ambas peças na poltrona no canto do quarto “como foi seu dia?” Ele volta para a cama, afundando o rosto nos cachos com cheiro de chocolate

“Theo perguntou como que Elijah foi parar na minha barriga” Louis ri baixinho fazendo harry revirar os olhos “não aguento mais Lou… parece que a minha barriga fica 10 kilos mais pesada cada dia que passa”

“Isso significa que o nosso garotinho tá crescendo bem e saudável” ele beija a barriga cheinha, percebendo que harry usava apenas sua camisa como pijama. Oque não ajudou com a sua sanidade mental

“Nada mais cabe em mim” harry levanta ficando em pé no espelho na frente da cama. O Tomlinson observa a cacheada, praguejando baixinho ao que sentiu uma fisgada em seu membro

“Eu acho que vou ter que começar a sair assim…” para a surpresa de Louis, harry retira a camisa larguinha do corpo deixando a lingerie preta a mostra

“Acha é?” Ele se aproxima devagar, os olhos grudados nos seios cheios mal sendo cobertos pelo sutiã rendado

“Acho… se bem que já nem cobre meus peitos Lou, olha como eles estão cheios” harry busca as mãos fortes e a colocando em seus peitos, Louis aperta sentindo a carne macia preencher sua mão

“Acho que você vai ter que ficar sem eles também” ele puxa as alcinhas finalmente liberando os peitos doloridos “assim eles me parecem muito melhores” harry geme baixinho ao que Louis aperta os biquinhos durinhos

“Chupa eles, Lou” harry tenta puxar a cabeça de Louis contra si mas ele se afasta

“Que apressada” ele senta harry na cama antes de passar a lingua devagar por uma das aureolas amarronzadas “não acho que eu deveria fazer oque você quer” louis belisca os biquinhos sensiveis antes de se afastar caminhando até o banheiro

“Lou…“ harry o segue, o preto tomando o verde de seus olhos no exato momento que ve seu marido embaixo do chuveiro, a agua escorrendo pelo torso bronzeado e o pau duro em seu estomago “louis… deixa eu te ajudar” ela entra no box se ajoelhando na frente do mais velho, ele ri baixinho com quão desesperada ela parecia

“Tenho me dado muito bem sozinho, harry” o dedão de louis contorna os labios inchadinhos antes de invadir a boquinha vermelho “não preciso de você” ele esfrega o dedo babado no rosto corado

“Desculpa, amor” ela se aproxima afoita, esfregando o rosto na coxa de louis, a centrimetros do pau que brilhava a pré gozo

“Que desculpas vazias, hazza” ele masturba o membro devagar observando harry choramingar embaixo de si

Harry deixa alguns chupões e mordidas pela pelves do outro, os olhos azuis gelidos focados em cada movimento seu

“Deixa eu te chupar” ela fala devagar substituindo a mão de louis pela sua

Louis guia a cabeça de harry, deixando-a chupar apenas a cabecinha

A cacheada geme em deleite sentindo o gosto da pré porra invadir seu paladar

Louis se afasta prensando a mulher contra a parede, começando a estocar contra os labios vermelhos

“Porra, Harry” os fios castanhos serviam como o unico apoio “você sabe que me tem na porra da ponta dos seus dedos, né amor?” Harry lagrimejava mal conseguindo respirar entre as estocadas “veio se rastejando porque não consegue ficar um tempo sem pica” louis força a cabeça de Harry contra a sua pelves, gemendo baixinho cada vez que Harry se engasgava tentando se afastar “você veio se rastejando porque sabe que eu vou ceder” ele solta harry que ja esta a praticamente sem ar, a cacheada se afasta tossindo e com a respiração desregulada

“Eu sempre fui boazinha pra você, amor” ela levanta e começa a beijar o torso molhando de Tomlinson, o olhar verde intenso o encarava como um animal encarava sua presa

“Foi boazinha, amor?” ele puxa os cachos, a forçando contra o vidro do box “na primeira oportunidade você saiu dando pra qualquer mocho que passasse na rua, Harry” a mão forte estapeia a bunda lisinha

“Lou… você sabe que não foi bem assim”

“Ah não? Sabia que eu não me admiraria se esse bebê fosse de algum macho qualquer que você se encontrou” os apertos firmes de Louis faziam harry vacilar, sua mente processando cada vez menos ao que lentamente os dedos com a tatuagem “28” começavam a brincar com seu clitoris

“Você sabe que eu sou sua, Lou” harry apoia a cabeça no ombro de seu marido

“Pena que só lembra disso quando quer pica” ele penetra o indicador e o anelar na grutinha molhada fazendo harry gemer manhosa em seu aperto “mas agora vou me certificar de que você não vai mais esquecer” ele retira os dedos e deixa um tapinha no grelinho inchado

Harry rebola devagar contra o pau de louis, encaixando perfeitamente entre as bandas gordinhas de sua bunda

“Eu poderia foder seu cuzinho, amor” o moreno finge estocadas contra as reboladas de harry, ouvindo ela gemer revirando os olhos “mas a gente tem que treinar sua bucetinha, como que outro bebe vai passar por ela? Ela é tão apertadinha” ele encaixa o pau entre as coxas grossas de harry, estocando ali. O melzinho de harry se misturando com a agua que escorria constantemente em seu corpo

“Me fode, amor. Bem gostosinho” nessa altura harry ja havia se tornado uma bagunça, a bagunça mais erotica que Louis pode apreciar

A bochecha corada apoiada no vidro, os lábios vermelhos formando um biquinho adorável e os cílios longos descansavam em sua bochecha

“Só quando aprender que realmente é minha, harry” harry o olha por cima do ombro, um olhar quase inocente mas no fundo Louis sabia que sua mulher não passava de uma puta “não posso foder a coisa dos outros, certo amor?”

“Mas você… sabe que eu sou sua, Lou” os olhos lagrimejavam e ela mal conseguia terminar a frase de um jeito coerente

“Não tenho tanta certeza”

“Mas eu sou” o tom da garota começava a ficar visivelmente mais desesperado “eu sou sua, todinha sua” ela tenta se virar mas Louis volta a forçar seu rosto contra o espelho “eu sou sua papai! Minha buceta é só sua” ele aumenta as estocadas sentindo harry apertar as coxas e gemer desesperadinha

“É minha?” Um tapa é desferido na bunda gordinha

“Sim! Só do Lou” ele puxa Harry contra o seu peito pelo pescoço leitoso, observando a carinha chorosa da cacheada “só o Lou pode me foder, só você pode botar quantos bebês você quiser na minha barriga” ela esfrega o rosto na barba rala do outro, o cheiro dele invadindo todos seus sentidos “e eu nunca vou nem reclamar” isso foi o estopim para a perda de qualquer resto de autocontrole que Louis inda tinha.

Ele desligou o chuveiro e puxou harry para seu colo, caminhando até a cama larga e pouco se importando se estavam molhando o chão ou os lençóis

Louis se encaixou entre as coxas de harry e não demorou muito para estocar contra a bucetinha molhada

Harry gemia e arranhava as costas largas em busca de apoio

“Lou… isso… me da mais nenens” Harry sentia a sensação no seu baixo ventre que ela tanto sentiu falta começar a se formar

As pupilas já tinham tomado conta dos olhos azuis e louis sequer raciocinava, era como se harry fosse a sua droga

“Porra, porra, porra” ele goza sentindo as coxas de harry tremerem ao redor de sua cintura e as costas arquearem em um orgasmo

“É bom que não se esqueça de quem você é” louis deita puxando harry para o seu peito

A cacheada tinha os olhos fechados ainda aproveitando a sensação pos-orgasmo e o carinho calmo em sua barriga

[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."