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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.

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Louis Tomlinson/Dominic Harrison [YUNGBLUD] | 1920s Fluff | 3.6K

Alternate Universe.

When Isla found a love for the melody formed by a strumming of strings, Louis didn't expect to fall equally in love with his daughter’s guitar teacher, Dominic Harrison.

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Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 1/2

Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry

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“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

OR

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

Tags: Established relationship, canon, Louis overreacting, Dom!Louis X Sub!Harry (mildly at the end), tw swearing, tw sexual implications, harry’s bald ig?

“Could you please not?” Harry huffed out as Louis bumped against him for the third time in the last five minutes, leaning up to get a mug from the cupboard for the shorter man, handing it to him with a grimace. “ ‘S my last cuppa,” Louis said solemnly, widening his eyes at the younger man, well aware he would be back in a few minutes. 

“It was supposed to be the last cookie. And the last spoonful of dough. And-”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties all in a twist, lad,” Louis chuckled, shooting Harry a shit-eating grin as he purposely bumped into him on his way out, ducking out of the doorway with a yelp when Harry reached out with flour covered hands. “The game’s back on. And- there’s smoke coming from the oven,” He pointed out, sticking his head back in, laughing under his breath as Harry rushed over and brought out a large pan of slightly too-brown cake. 

“Oh that looks great, if a little burnt. Don’t mind if I do,” Louis chuckled, walking back in and riffling through the drawers for a fork. “I very much do mind, Lewis.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the older man, slapping his hand away when he reached for the cake, “It’s for dessert this evening. Now, go,” He said through gritted teeth, bodily pushing his husband out of the room, ignoring his pleas and protests.

Harry sighed as he laid the cake on the cooling rack, making a note to shave off the browned exterior. He loved having the rest of the boys over, loved cooking for them, and loved Louis even more, but his husband was a handful sometimes, he thought, chuckling internally. He cracked the window open, letting some of the smoke out as he got working on the petit fours, putting some strawberries in a bowl full of cold water as he whipped up some cream, humming a little tune to himself. 

Barely ten minutes had passed and Louis had already made two more trips into the kitchen, one to fill up his mug again and another to put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. He hadn’t exactly said anything to Harry, but Harry knew exactly what he was up to and made sure to squint at him in the most intimidating way he could (which wasn’t too intimidating, apparently, considering how the older man always burst into laughter at his expression).

He was grating up some parmesan onto the lasagna he had already layered with ricotta and mozzarella, thoughts lingering jokingly on how much easier his life would be, not if Louis could actually come and help (he was a hopeless romantic, but not that hopeful) but if he didn’t have to practically fend Louis off like- like he used to fend off Dusty when he would pile food into her dish. He giggled to himself at the absurd image of Louis as a cat that popped up in his mind, quickly glancing at the clock. They still had a while before the boys would come, and knowing them, they wouldn’t exactly be on the minute. 

Harry was wrapping up the parmesan and placing it in the fridge but he turned and saw Louis standing by the tray, shreds of cheese stuck to his fingers as he quickly hid them, looking like a child caught stealing cookies and for one moment Harry had the irrational urge to burst into laughter- but that quickly dissipated when Louis pinched some more cheese up, holding his gaze insolently as he put it in his mouth. 

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Get. Out. Of. My-”

Harry stopped midway, words disappearing from his mind as Louis came up to him, locking both his wrists in a single fluid motion, gripping them tightly on either side as he locked him against his own body. The expression on Louis’ face could only be described as hungry, and Harry shivered slightly, the cold edge of the counter digging into his waist where his shirt had ridden up.

Louis tutted, dramatically raising an eyebrow, “You’re asking me to get out? In that tone? ‘S not a very nice thing to say. I’m just here trying to show how much I appreciate your cooking and you’re being… so rude,” Louis sighed deeply and despite his nonchalant tone, Harry almost felt the atmosphere in the room shift and it sent a bolt of arousal through him. 

Harry was in half a mind to be mouthy, break out of his grip and talk back to him, it wouldn’t have been an effort at all; but one look at Louis’ face, pupils already blown wide, swallowing the blue around them, jaw set as he pouted slightly had him reconsider, slipping easily into their roles. “I- I was just- wanted to cook well and yo-” 

“Y’know, we have about an hour.” Louis interrupted, the soft smile on his face completely at odds with his tone, leaning in until his lips were close enough to Harry’s ear for him to feel his warm breath, causing goosebumps to run down his side. “I don’t want excuses, love. You were using your mouth too much…” he tutted, lifting Harry’s chin with his finger to catch his gaze.

Harry had unknowingly trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and Louis gently pushed at it with his thumb, still intently staring at the younger man. “Would’ve liked to just bend you over right here, use that fucking spoon on you- show you what you get for talking back,” he whispered, tongue darting out to wet his lips and Harry’s gaze caught on them, feeling blood rush south, knees weak as he already regretted not thinking before he spoke, feeling a tingle of excitement despite the apprehension swirling in his gut.

“Eyes up here.” Louis said shortly, “Bedroom, now. You have exactly five minutes, y’know what to do,” He brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, the unsaid ‘or else’ hanging heavy in the air, smirking as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry struggling to catch his breath as he rushed off, all thoughts of cooking out the window.

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It’ll Be Okay

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.

WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.

A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.

“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.

“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”

“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.

“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”

“No, no water.”

“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.

I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.

“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.

Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.

“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.

“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.

“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.

You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.

“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.

“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.

He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.

You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.

“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”

And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.

-

Sorry for not posting since like August. School started and it’s my senior year so I’ve been super busy with college apps but I finished yesterday so I should be posting more. Love you guys so much!!!!

[lunarheslwt]

For you, I would fall from grace

written by @lunarheslwt

"You're hard", Louis observed casually, like it was a comment on the weather.

An odd, choking noise left Harry at being surveyed so closely, at Louis' gaze lingering on his hard cock clearly outlined through his boxers. To make matters worse, the image of his daddy - dressed sharply in his suit, hair coiffed to perfection, looking the very epitome of dominant - eyeing him with a teasing smirk, was a lot. Harry felt his brain turn to pure static.

"Well how could I not," he managed, aiming for flippant but the words falling as desperate.

"Aw. It's not my fault that you get turned on by servicing me, doll.”

Or, when asked what he wanted for his birthday, Harry had just one request; he wanted to be used and to be useful. Louis was only happy to indulge him. A day of service ensued.

14k | E | PWP/Smut | Service kink au | Moodboard by me, all pictures belong to original creators and owners

Read here.

[narrycherries]

ahhhh omg thank u all so much for the love you’ve given to baby honey! I never thought I’d be posting my writings ever again (it has been yearsss!) but u guys have reminded me of how fun it is sharing my stuff! I hope you enjoyed & are waiting for more! Baby honey is a collection of writings centered around dom!harry, so expect more very soon! I have tons of scenarios already written for this pairing! Love u all HAPPY NEW YEAR ❤️❤️

other updates from me:

⭐️ you sunshine, you temptress part 3 is packed with smut and will be posted within the next few days!

⭐️ we’ll be alright part 2 is also smut filled and is coming soon!

⭐️ I’m working on some requests, but feel free to submit more! A dadrry concept-blurb is coming!

⭐️ does a “things I think H would do during sex..” concept list sound interesting???

[starryhaze28]

pancakes for two

by starryhaze (5.2k)

“Gonna open you up now baby honey okay?” Louis says, letting go of Harry's hand and then suddenly the sweet smell of maple syrup invades Harry's senses. Louis wouldn't? Or would he?

Harry isn't left in the dark for long because Louis places something on the counter and when Harry checks, he sees that it is indeed the maple syrup bottle. Harry can't help the moan he lets out, pushes his bum out begging for Louis to touch him.

or the one where Louis calls Harry his good pancake

[putadohs]

acho que vou escrever minha oneshot aqui…

ltops que pratica bdsm e tá louco pra afundar o pau numa putinha da qual harry se mostra, submisso de uma forma tão patética que chega ser um desperdício n foder aquele corpo mil vezes até sentir uma dor real.

sera que faço?

[rockstarlwt28]

Glitz, Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits

Louis Tomlinson x Dominic [Dom] Harrison [Yungblud]

~~

‘Something like that,’ he teases gently. Their eyes meet. ‘Summer’s dream, you say?’

He hums. ‘You are the summer's dream in question.’

A longing of stares welcomingly forces their lips to gently curve upwards. Louis swirls the refreshment. It sloshes over the ice cubes, lightly sprinkling the rim. Dom silently drains half of his glass, the fingers on his free hand discreetly twirling and twisting around Louis’. Their linking of fingers falls from over his thigh, to the gap between their semi-partes thighs. The cool upholstery contrasts against the heat building between them.

‘A summer's dream is not complete without flowers in full bloom, colours adorned as far as the eye can see,’ Louis whispers.

written for @louisrarepairfest

[bay-ja-flores]

My wish is to be yours

1/3 (3,560 palavras)

~Avisos

ltops/hbottom

Harry Power bottom

Feminização

dinâmica dom/sub

Domharry

SubLouis

negação de orgasmo

asfixiofilia

tapas no rosto / face slapping

fixação oral

sexo anal

~~~~

Louis tomou mais um gole de sua bebida passando os olhos pelas pessoas presentes no local parando seu olhar no lindo garoto de cabelos cacheados com um vestido preto colado em seu corpo esbelto, que estava igualmente avaliando as pessoas no local procurando alguém que lhe interessasse.

Admirou o corpo delicado perfeitamente moldado pelo vestido, com os saltos que o deixavam mais alto do que já parecia ser, e as coxas fodidamente perfeitas que adoraria colocar o rosto entre elas, subiu o olhar para admirar seu rosto vendo que ele o olhava também, conectaram seus olhares sorrindo um para o outro, deixou o copo vazio na mesa mais próxima indo em passos lentos até ele.

A música alta e as luzes piscando começavam a ficar em segundo plano conforme se aproximava do cacheado, ele era bonito, Louis já tinha ficado com alguns homens mas esse era sem dúvida o mais bonito que já tinha visto, fodidamente perfeito, já tinha o visto duas outras vezes pelo local mas nunca teve a oportunidade de falar com ele toda vez que pensou em ir até ele teve outra coisa que tinha que fazer, se lembrava vagamente de seu nome tendo escutado outras pessoas o chamando de Harry, Harry era um nome bonito certamente combinava com ele.

Levou uns segundos para assimilar que ele estava andando em sua direção também, ficou um pouco mais confiante com suas chances com esse garoto mas ficou um confuso ao que ele desviou de sua direção indo para o corredor que dava acesso para as escadas, pensou um pouco antes de o seguir pensando que talvez o cacheado apenas quisesse conversar em um lugar mais privado, assim que virou a curva para entrar no corredor foi jogado contra a parede e lábios foram pressionados nos seus, ficou surpreso no início mas logo retribuiu o beijo.

moveu os lábios junto dos lábios macios do cacheado em um deslize perfeito antes das línguas se encontrarem se movendo juntas uma contra a outra, levou suas mãos para a cintura alheia enquanto o cacheado apertava e puxava seus fios de cabelo fazendo com que arrepios percorrerem seu corpo e a excitação fosse direto para sua virilha em choquinhos de prazer.

por baixo de suas pálpebras era visível os Flashes de luzes coloridas que estavam presentes no local junto da música ambiente que a esse ponto já parecia abafada e distante para si, a única coisa que conseguia ouvir com nitidez eram os sons molhados do beijo que compartilhavam e o farfalhar de suas roupas.

O cheiro de cereja que emanava de Harry junto do sabor doce de bebida misturado com o gloss em seus lábios embaralhava completamente seus sentidos o deixando tonto e desejoso por mais daquele garoto, puxou a perna de Harry por trás do joelho o fazendo tomar impulso para subir em seu colo, os virou pressionando as costas do acastanhado na parede para poder voltar a passar suas mãos pelo corpo curvilíneo. 

impulsionou os quadris para frente esfregando seus pênis juntos através dos tecidos da calça e do vestido gemendo juntos sem parar beijo, as coisas escalaram rápido, muito rápido, desgrudou suas bocas respirando ofertante, Louis apoiou o rosto no ombro do garoto sendo automaticamente intoxicado pelo cheiro dele, suspirou tentando se acalmar para não transar com Harry bem ali onde qualquer um poderia os ver.

— Tenho um quarto aqui em cima, se você quiser… – Harry assentiu tirando suas mãos do cabelo do moreno e descendo dele colo indo em direção da escada com Louis atrás de si.

subiram os primeiros degraus da escada de forma apressada com Louis encarando a bunda de Harry e não resistindo a levar as mãos para apalpar o bumbum gordinho por baixo do vestido.

— Se controle – disse Harry depois de um risinho segurando uma das mãos de Louis o puxando para terminar de subir as escadas.

— Quarto 9 – assim que terminou de falar Harry já quase o arrastava em direção a última porta do corredor, entregou a chave para o garoto colando seus corpos começando a deixar chupões no pescoço branquinho enquanto Harry abria a porta.

Assim que a porta foi aberta entraram no local se beijando de modo afobado, deixando um último beijo nos lábios gordinhos do cacheado Louis se afastou indo procurar camisinhas e lubrificante os achando rapidamente na primeira gaveta da mesa de cabeceira.

voltou para Harry que estava sentado à beira da cama tirando calmamente os saltos que estava usando, colocou as camisinhas e o lubrificante em cima da cama se ajoelhando entre as pernas de Harry deixando um beijo no joelho descoberto, colocou o pé que ainda estava com o salto apoiado em sua coxa para terminar de soltar o ajuste do salto logo o tirando delicadamente em seguida repetindo o mesmo processo com o outro, acariciou os tornozelos de Harry  indo subindo suas mãos pelas pernas e coxas até às parar nos quadris do garoto deixando um aperto forte se levantando para voltar a beijá-lo.

Harry o empurrou para se sentar na cama para subindo em seu colo com uma perna de cada lado de seu corpo ainda o beijando, puxou os cabelos da nuca de Louis fazendo-o gemer em sua boca, mexeu os quadris rebolando no colo dele sentindo o membro duro em sua bunda que estava sendo apalpada pelas mãos fortes, esfregou um pouco mais sua bunda ali antes de se levantar.

Se ajoelhou em frente a ele tirando o cacete do moreno da calça apertada começando a punhetar o pau de Louis que suspirou e segurou seus cabelos para o trazer para mais perto recebendo um aperto firme em seu pau.

— guarde suas mãos para você. – Harry  falou deixando os movimentos de sua mão mais forte vendo a cabecinha do pau de Louis vazar pré-gozo o suficiente para molhar sua mão. — Você sempre foi tão desesperado assim? – perguntou lambendo a glande de Louis.

— Não antes de te conhecer.

Harry fez um som de agrado e levou o pau de Louis quase completamente a boca indo e voltando lentamente fazendo Louis se segurar para não agarrar os cabelos cacheados de Harry e o forçar a ir mais rápido.

Harry cravou as unhas nas coxas de Louis assim que o moreno moveu uma de suas mãos para o tocar fazendo-o soltar um gemido sôfrego, fechou o punho para se controlar o que não adiantou muito já que balançou seu quadril tentando foder de volta a boca de Harry que sugou fortemente a glande de Louis e se afastou completamente logo em seguida recebendo uma careta de Louis.

— não faça essa cara você tem um lugar muito melhor do que minha boca pra gozar.

se levantou da cama abrindo o zíper na lateral de seu vestido o deixando cair no chão deixando à mostra seu corpo quase completamente nu exceto pela calcinha rendada, subiu na cama engatinhando para se deitar no meio da mesma, Louis tirou a camiseta e logo se prontificou a ir junto dele se deitando entre suas pernas começando a distribuir beijos por suas coxas indo subindo e parando ao ver a calcinha para a puxar para baixo a deslizando pelos tornozelos do rapaz.

Olhou o pênis mediado com seus 16 centímetros completamente duro com a glande avermelhada, deu uma longa lambida na extensão de Harry o segurando pelas coxas dando lambidinhas na glande antes de ir colocando de pouco em pouco todo o falo de Harry dentro de sua boca até ficar com o nariz encostado na virilha do cacheado ficado parado ali por uns segundos antes de começar os movimentos de vai e vem.

— Humm, você é bom. – murmurou o rapaz segurando os cabelos de Louis que tomou isso como motivação para sugar mais forte babando por toda a extensão do pau de Harry .

Louis nunca iria admitir mas tinha um puta tesão em ter qualquer coisa em sua garganta, se lembrava muito bem de todas as vezes que usou os proprios dedos ou algum objeto para foder a própria boca enquanto se masturbava mas a sensação de um pau de verdade era simplesmente incrível, podia sentir seu pau mais duro que nunca e vazando tando pré-gozo que, porra, ele com certeza poderia gozar assim sem ao menos se tocar.

O gosto almiscarado e o peso em sua língua combinado com a dorzinha no fundo de sua garganta lhe deixavam em completo êxtase, a ponta da glande atingia repetidamente sua garganta que vibrava em contentamento, baba começou a escorrer por seu queixo se agarrou a Harry estava muito extasiado para ter aquele pau retirado de si agora.

— Oh... porra, Louis... eu vou gozar. - disse harry dando dois tapinhas no ombro de Louis para ele se afastar, mas isso só fez Louis agarrar mais forte suas coxas deixando os movimentos de sua boca mais rápidos. — Louis, eu não consigo gozar duas vezes seguidas... porra, solta. - Puxou os cabelos de Louis com força o obrigando a tirar a boca de seu pau com um barulho molhado.

Harry olhou para Louis que tinha os olhos vidrados e baba escorrendo pelos lábios que se mexiam devido a respiração ofegante, acertou um tapa firme na bochecha de Louis.

— Quando eu mandar você fazer uma coisa você faz. – disse Harry apertando o rosto de Louis que suspirava ofegante mexendo o quadril para esfregar para esfregar seu pênis na colcha da cama através da calça jeans. — Pare com isso. – Ordenou usando os pés para o impedir de mexer seus quadris.

fez um sinal para o frasco de lubrificante que Louis entregou de muito bom grado, despejou uma boa quantidade em seus dedos os colocando lentamente em seu buraco se certificando de que estava esticado o suficiente.

— pode fazer de novo? – falou Louis ficando quase em cima de Harry , apoiando as mãos nas coxas dele para chegar mais perto.

— fazer o que? 

— Me bater. – falou levando a mão livre de Harry para seu rosto.

— Quer que eu bata no seu rosto? – perguntou arqueando as sobrancelhas, recebendo um aceno quase frenético em resposta, Harry  riu puxando o corpo de Louis sobre o seu.

— Me fode bem gostosinho e eu penso sobre isso. – Louis assentiu pegando uma das camisinhas a colocando de modo apressado para se colocar entre as pernas de Harry apoiando as mãos ao lado da cabeça dele para o beijar enquanto se colocava dentro dele lentamente.

O cacheado suspirou ofegante durante o beijo passando suas pernas em volta da cintura de Louis para o manter parado.

Os minutos se passaram arrastados para Louis, o calor e o aperto ao redor de seu pênis, as pontinhas das unhas se arrastando por suas costas o fazendo se arrepiar, tudo em Harry estava o deixando doido, o fazendo querer fazer coisas irracionais que nem ele mesmo compreendia, mas sabia com toda a certeza que queria.

— Harry … ? – perguntou depois do que parecia ser uma eternidade parado olhando o cacheado que já havia se acostumado, mas queria ver quanto tempo Louis aguentaria com os quadris tremendo tentando se manter parado, gostava de torturar o mais velho. 

— já pode se mexer. – começou a se mover lentamente no começo para ir aumentando a velocidade de modo apressado sendo impedido por Harry  que apertou as pernas a sua volta  — devagar. – mandou num tom calmo precisando os pés na lombar de Louis o fazendo manter o ritmo tortuosamente lento que parecia estar o agradando muito.

choramingou mas continuou a bater os quadris contra os de Harry, saindo até a ponta para se colocar lentamente até a base repetindo isso vez após vez até Harry soltar um pouco seu aperto deixando Louis aumentar ritmo para um que fazia com destreza.

assim que estabeleceu um ritmo estável Harry estava com os olhos revirados a boca entreaberta em um gemido mudo, o ritmo que estava mantendo era perfeito para estimular o pontinho de prazer dentro do cacheado e ele só ter poucos segundos antes da glande bater ali novamente, uma das mãos de Harry que apertava os ombros fortes de Louis se moveu para o rosto de Louis para o puxar para um beijo molhado.

— Isso, porra, assim. – arranhou o rosto do moreno deixando uma bela marca de suas unhas antes de lhe acertar um tapa logo seguido de outro e outro, Louis parou as estocadas meio atordoado e meio espantado em como isso tinha ido direto pro seu pau e o feito mais duro do que acha que já esteve em toda sua vida. — não era isso que você queria? Você não queria que eu lhe batesse? 

Assentiu voltando a estocar praticamente o implorando com os olhos para Harry lhe dar outro tapa que veio rapidamente em uma velocidade quase absurda, Harry lhe batia entre uma estocada e outra toda vez que ele acertava aquele pontinho especial dentro dele sussurrando o quão bom ele era.

Apoiou as mãos aos lados da cabeça de Harry se movendo rápido se deliciando dos gemidinhos agudos de Harry, a onda de prazer começava a o fazer se sentir flutuante e dormente, tudo se tornou uma confusão em sua mente nublada, os movimentos de seu quadril pareceram borrados com o calor e a velocidade que se movia.

O leve peso das pernas ao redor de seu quadril e arranhões particularmente fortes em seu abdômen trouxeram um pouco mais de clareza para sua mente, voltou a si vagamente ciente dos sons que saiam de sua boca e o fio de baba que ligava seus lábios a bochecha rosada de Harry.

Diminuiu um pouco o ritmo para poder respirar sendo surpreendido por pelo tapa mais forte que tinha recebido até agora e uma palavra rosnada de 'continue' o atordoamento o fez parar completamente e seu rosto arder com a marca da mão de Harry antes de continuar e no meio disso ele descobri uma coisa 'Harry batia mais forte quando ele desobedecia', toda vez que diminuía ou aumentava um pouco a velocidade Harry estalava um tapa em seu rosto, nem queria mais mudar a velocidade só queria sentir mais da mão de Harry em seu rosto.

— Porque você está sendo mal? Você estava sendo tão bom pra mim antes.  – Fez um beicinho, ele não queria ser mal para Harry, percebendo como estava sendo egoísta em só ter pensado em seu prazer e não no do cacheado voltou ao ritmo que deixou o corpo de Harry maleável instantaneamente e o faz revirar os olhos murmurando gemidos baixinhos, de repente sentiu seus cabelos serem agarrados fortemente, olhou para Harry que tinha uma expressão irritada. — Era proposital? Você estava sendo mal para mim propositalmente? 

Louis enterrou o rosto no pescoço de Harry  murmurando um 'desculpa' baixinho continuando a estocar.

— Porque estava fazendo isso? – Perguntou r��gido, a mão que estava agarrando seu cabelo se moveu para apertar seu rosto com força o impossibilitando de desviar o olhar do rosto zangado de Harry.

— Desculpa, eu só queria que você batesse mais forte, não queria ser mau pra você. – Choramingou dando beijinhos pelo pescoço de Harry para se desculpar.

— Você fez tudo isso porque queria apanhar? – Indagou com descrença na voz, Harry empurrou Louis para ele se deitar de costas na cama, subiu em cima dele com uma perna de cada lado do corpo bem definido, alinhou a glande em sua entrada se sentando devagar estremecendo e se contraindo ao tê-lo completamente dentro de si novamente, mão com unhas bem feitinhas foi diretamente pro pescoço do moreno para o manter parado.

— você é tão desesperado por prazer, uma coisinha patética que preferiu ser mau para mim só pra ter um pouco de prazer. – Subiu e desceu o corpo com o pênis de Louis atingindo todos os seus bons lugares o fazendo morder os lábios para se conter, continuou com os movimentos constantes enquanto falava — Você vai ficar parado enquanto eu te uso do jeito que eu quiser pra me satisfazer porque aparentemente não posso contar com você pra isso.

Harry se perdeu por uns instantes na sensação de sua entrada estando incrivelmente alargada e a fricção gostosa em seu buraquinho mas logo voltou a si quando sentiu as mãos de Louis subindo por suas coxas e às tirou rapidamente dali as levando para a cabeceira da cama.

— Segure, não solte até eu mandar. – Harry cavalgou usando o pau de Louis para perseguir o próprio orgasmo sem se importar com os ofegos desesperados por ar do homem abaixo de si, o moreno apertou a cabeceira com força para manter as mãos ali e não tocar o corpo acima de si. — e seja um bom bichinho e não goze até eu terminar de te usar. 

Choramingou com as palavras de Harry, nunca tinha tentado se impedir de gozar, diminuir o ritmo pra durar mais, algumas vezes, mas se impedir de gozar nunca, não sabia se conseguiria, tentou se consertar em qualquer outra coisa que não fosse o aperto quente em seu pau, o que se provou ineficiente quando o cacheado moveu seus quadris em círculos usando a glande de Louis para ter sua próstata massageada.

deu mais um tapa no rosto bronzeado que já estava tomando uma cor avermelhada e segurou firme o maxilar do moreno com a mão livre para poder beijá-lo, Louis ofegava com os lábios entreabertos mal conseguindo retribuir o beijo que Harry comandava, o beijo era vagaroso e desleixado demonstrando o quanto ambos estavam afoitos por mais um do outro, soltou um pouco seu aperto no pescoço alheio finalmente o deixando respirar.

— Por favor, por favor. – implorou em um gemido sôfrego com rosto já completamente suado e vermelho pelos tapas e a privação de oxigênio.

— shhh… seu único trabalho é ficar quietinho deixando eu te usar como o brinquedinho que você é. – falou voltando a apertar sua mão no pescoço do moreno.

— Eu posso gozar? por favor. – Implorou com lágrimas começando a se acumular nos olhos por conta da superestimulação. – Eu prometo continuar sendo bom.

Harry pensou sobre isso enquanto ainda cavalgava no pau de Louis, podia ver a forma que Louis respirava descompassadamente e seu corpo tremia em espasmos fortes toda vez que acertava a cabecinha do pênis do moreno em sua próstata, sabia que ele não aguentaria muito sem desobedecer sua ordem.

— Se me fizer gozar pode vir logo depois de mim. – Seus olhos brilharam em esperança ao ouvir isso, segurou a cintura de Harry com força estocando os próprios quadris para cima acertando em cheio a próstata de Harry tirando um gemidinho gritado do cacheado.

Harry apertou seu pescoço, a falta de ar lhe deixou tão duro que estava quase doloroso, podia sentir o pré-gozo encharcando a camisinha deixando seu pau completamente molhado. 

Louis se sentia tonto, flutuando na própria mente com a necessidade de gozar, o aperto quente em seu pau, os gemidinhos sôfregos acima de si e o rostinho do cacheado contorcido em prazer, tudo contribuindo para seu estado desesperado, estocou repetidamente a próstata do cacheado o fazendo tremer e gozar sob o próprio abdômen apertando mais o pescoço de Louis enquanto gozava.

Harry saiu de sua névoa pós orgasmo com Louis lhe chamando repetidamente com sussurros de 'Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, eu posso?', podia sentir o pênis dentro de si pulsando e o corpo do homem abaixo de si tremer com o esforço de não se mexer para não gozar e não superestimular o cacheado, sorriu ladino e voltou a cavalgar lentamente apertando o pescoço do moreno já bem marcado com as marcas de suas mãos.

— Você pode vir, você foi tão bom, tão bom pra mim. – Louis apertou suas mãos nos quadris do acastanhado revirando os olhos enquanto tinha o melhor e mais forte orgasmo de sua vida.

com o corpo ainda tremendo e segurando Harry, o mantendo conectado a si ainda com os tremores pós orgasmo que pareciam durar para sempre e mesmo assim não durar o suficiente, quando Harry tirou o pênis do moreno de dentro de si Louis choramingou abrindo e fechando as mãos para chamar Harry de volta sem forças para realmente falar.

— Eu já volto, eu prometo, fique quietinho. – deixou um beijinho na bochecha de Louis e foi para o banheiro voltando apenas meio minuto depois, tirou a camisinha do pênis do moreno que já começava a amolecer a descartando na lixeira ao lado da cama e com um paninho limpou a baba que escorria pelo queixo de Louis e o excesso de esperma do seu abdômen e pau, limpou a si mesmo e se deitou na cama puxando Louis para deitar a cabeça em seu peito, abraçou o moreno e acariciando seus cabelos e sussurrando elogios para ele que praticamente ronronava quase dormindo.

Louis estava quase dormindo quando seus lábios esbarram no mamilo de Harry, às cegas passou a mão sobre o peito do encaracolado até encontrar o mamilo inchadinho o esfregando um pouco com os dedos gordinhos antes o colocar na boca e começar a sugá-lo com alguns estalinhos, Harry estremeceu mas apenas continuou a acariciar o cabelo do moreno o deixando dormir sugando seu mamilo e somente quando teve certeza que Louis dormia se deixou dormir também ainda abraçando corpo quentinho do moreno que estava quase completamente em cima do seu.

Bayer_♡_

[take-a-cchonce]

Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 2/2

Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry

(E) (2.1k)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

OR

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

Tags: Louis overreacting (even more), explicit sexual content, spanking, Louis calls Harry names, use of sex toys, orgasm denial, edging, coming untouched, blowjobs

Read on AO3 or Wattpad

[skyjacksblog]

Nightmare Just a cute little blurb :)

Warning: age regression, caregiver! reader, little!Louis, fluff

Y/N sitting on the couch watching TV at 11:00pm when she heard the stairs creaking, paying no mind to it.

Until she heard a childlike voice calling her name, “Y/N?” She turned toward the source finding Louis standing a few feet away from her clutching his wolf plushie and starring at her with teary eyes. She knew he was in headspace if teary eyes and childlike voice was any indication.

“Aw baby, do you have a nightmare?” She asked sweetly. Louis just nodded his lip wobbling. Y/N opened her arms for him and he ran over to her clinging tightly and starting to cry.

“Shh shh, baby it’s okay. It was just a dream, it’s not real.” Louis continued to sob for a few minutes, Y/N rubbing his back and whispering comforting words in his ear.

Once Louis had calmed down, he looked at his girlfriend, “Can you sweep wif me tonight?” Louis said shyly.

Y/N nodded. “Of course. Come on let’s get back to bed.”

She carried Louis up to her bedroom and cuddled the boy until they both fell asleep.

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speaking of Louis rare pairs, I just want to ramble how I am in need of more Louis x Taylor, Louis x Michael and Louis x Sam fics, I don't know if you consider them as rare pairs but damn I barely see any great fics with these pairings. Louis being an ultimate boyfriend with someone else and fucks them good?? You can barely read anything of such but yeah Louis x Henry fic was THE bomb. Love how they write Louis as caring and husband material.

Man, as these cravings rises I want to make a angsty Louis x Michael fic , ugh- if I only have time.

I feel like Louis x Michael or Louis x Sam are really NOT that rare, in fact, they seem to be the default if people are doing non-larrie AND non-radio 1 dj types. Give me Louis x f1 guys (he's INTO 'em), Louis x some actor guy (he's INTO 'em), let's fuck shit up!

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