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hopesworlld · 4 months ago

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౨ৎ take it off ! ( please )

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥

౨ৎ stream dress by taylor swift !

warnings — reader is feral, shirt tearing kink ig, making out, smut, p in v, choking, dirty talk

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louis preforming was electric.

the moment he stepped on that stage he became something else, something otherworldly. you watched the way he lapped up the praise from his fans, as adoring of them as they were of him. it was something special, something you were so lucky to see.

louis had a way about him, had created a community of people who inspired love and friendship. people so kind in their souls but also absolutely feral as they watched louis perform.

you weren’t shy to admit that you felt the same way, watching your boyfriend sing up there, tank top clinging to his body, sweat beading on his forehead beneath the bright spotlight that locked him in place. some of the best sex you had ever had was louis post concert, still strumming with adrenaline as he pounded into you backstage.

you loved him like this, completely in his element. you could stand and watch him like this for hours. utterly enthralled by him.

but tonight was a little different, as louis headed down to the barricade, leaning in allowing the fans to run their hands along his body, something that always brought a smirk to his lips, someone grabbed hold of his shirt, and then another. tearing the flimsy piece of fabric straight from his body.

and he fucking laughed.

you watched your boyfriend laugh, fans hands slipping down his now bare chest, torn tank top hanging loosely around his hips.

a small gasp escaped your lips, stomach curling, because that was the hottest fucking thing you had ever seen.

you often joked with louis that he was an attention slut for his fans, loving the way they reacted to him. but right now, you got it more than you ever had before. watching those girls tear his clothes from your body, the way he was laughing as he headed back up to the stage. tearing the rest of the shirt from his body and chucking it to the side.

your thighs clenched together as louis gaze swept over you for just a moment, grinning when he must have seen what he thought was surprise on your lips. instead you were turned on. so fucking turned on.

fuck.

the rest of the show your brain had drifted elsewhere and all you could think about was louis face when his shirt had been torn off. and how bad you wanted to do that to him.

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“fuck, babe, that was fucking crazy,” louis laughed, engulfing you in a hug the second he stepped off of the stage. he was slick with sweat, hands harsh against your hips as he held you close. pressing a sweet kiss on your neck, stubble scratching against the delicate skin.

“i know,” you murmured, giggling quietly as louis pulled back only to kiss you properly, lips needy against yours, drawing you into a languid kiss, tongue teasing the seam of your lips but you let him in easily.

he was completely unaware that you were sopping wet beneath your pretty little skirt.

“mhm, babe,” louis hummed against your lips, “you okay?” he questioned, leaning back to look at you with his sharp blue eyes.

“yea,” you replied, pulling him back in, peppering kisses along his jawline. “love watching you out there, louis, look so fucking good,” you murmured.

“oh, yea?” louis smirked, “you feeling needy, baby?” he asked, hands slipping down your hips and to your ass, pinching it slightly and making you gasp, grip on his shirt tightening. “fuck, you really are,” you looked down, gaze drifting across his chest where your could see his ‘it is what it is’ tattoo, stark against his golden skin.

“louis,” you whined, lips trailing down his neck, nibbling down on the skin of his collar bone making him gasp.

“baby,” he groaned, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you back to look at him with glossy eyes. “what’s got you like this?” he asked but you didn’t respond, instead a little moan escaping your lips as you tugged at his shirt again. “c’mon, let’s get out of here,” louis said, realising that you weren’t going to let this go, so instead he grabbed your arm and tugged you through the back of the stadium and to the back door where the car was waiting.

the moment you slipped into the backseat of the car you latched back onto louis, slipping your fingers along his chest, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“fuck, babe, you are gonna be the death of me,” louis hissed, reaching over and pinning you against the seats. slipping his fingers around your throat and holding you there. a heavy gasp fell from your lips, eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“louis, louis, please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up but the man shook his head, squeezing tighter as the world whipped past you.

“no,” he replied, shaking his head, “tell me what’s got you worked up like this,”

“louis,” you begged but louis tightened his fingers.

“tell me what’s got you begging for me like a little fucking slut,” he said, leaning in and forcing you to meet his eyes.

“i… um… louis,” you stuttered, spluttering slightly but louis only smirked, “those girls…” you whispered, “when they… they tore your shirt off,” you whined, “it was so fucking hot, louis, seeing them do that to you,”

and he fucking laughed at you.

“oh, baby,” he grinned, leaning in and planting a messy kiss onto your lips. tongue lapping into your mouth. “such a dirty fucking girl, like seeing me get my clothes torn off by other people,”

“no,” you whined, “i wanna do it, wanna, fuck,” you groaned as louis pressed you down against the seats so that he was hovering over you. it was wrong. the driver was in the front seat, blissfully ignorant to your actions or horrified into silence. but louis was on top of you, knee pressed between your legs against your throbbing heat.

“yea, babe?” louis grinned, “wanna tear my shirt off? wanna prove to me you’re good enough?” your hands fisted at his tank top once again, the fabric flimsy against your touch. you could do easily tear it from him, rip the shirt from his chest…

“we’re here,” the driver called, knocking at the partition that shielded his view of the two of you.

“c’mon, baby,” louis said, yanking you up and dragging you from the car. it felt like a matter of moments before you were in the hotel and louis had you pressed up against the door.

“fuck,” you gasped, head falling back as louis trailed a line of kisses down your throat and down your chest.

“thought you had something you wanted to do, babe,” louis said, pulling back with a snicker and you lost it. yanking yourself free from louis grasp and shoving him backwards so that his back hit the bed. his eyes widened, surprised by your reaction as you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, hands running down his chest.

“you know how fucking turned on i was seeing you down there in the pit?” you asked him, “how much i wanted to be in that crowd when i saw those girls tear your shirt off and you just fucking laughed,” you groaned out, grinding your hips against his covered cock.

“you calling me a slut?” louis asked, hands falling to your hips, guiding your movements slightly, you could see the veins in his arms rippling as he did so.

“yes,” you replied with a slight grin before you brought your hands to the middle of his shirt and pulling. a wicked rip echoed through the room as the top tore in two in your grasp.

holy fucking shit.

you could have cum there and then, looking down at louis who was absolutely beaming as he watched you. at the way you reacted, hips bucking as you revealed the skin beneath his deep gray tank top.

you finished ripping him free and immediately peppered kisses along his chest, sucking down on the skin just above his ‘78’ tattoo.

“you like that, baby?” louis murmured, and you nodded against his chest, nuzzling against the skin there. “gonna leave marks,” he hummed, “bet you fucking want that,”

“louis,” you huffed, “want you to fuck me,” you pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“yea, babe?” he asked, “so fucking sweet,” louis complimented before flipping you over so that he was on top of you, the remnants of his top still clinging to his shoulders.

he made quick work of your skirt, tugging it off in a few seconds before he reached your shirt, smirking down at you as he tore the crop top you wore right down the middle.

“oh my god,” you gasped, moaning loudly, but louis gave you little time to realise what he had done before he was burying his fingers into your soaked cunt. “louis!” you screeched, clenching around him, but he only laughed as he buried his face between your tits, biting down on the sensitive skin there.

“so needy,” he remarked, snaking his hand around your throat and holding you in place, fucking you with his fingers at a rapid place. you came in moments, falling apart around his fingers, loud moans falling from your lips.

once your had come down from your high you glanced up watching as louis tugged his jeans down, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you. running his hard cock between your folds, bumping at your clit that had you writhing against him.

“beg for it, baby,” louis rasped.

“please, louis, please, need you inside me so bad!” you begged, “want you to fuck me, need it, louis please…” you didn’t get to finish what you were saying before louis plunged deep inside of you. “yes, yes, yes, oh my god,” you sobbed.

louis fucked you like it was the last time he would ever fuck you. he always did.

if louis performing was electric, him fucking was like being pushed deep into the depths of an electric current and left to burn.

all you could do was moan as he pounded into you, grasping your leg and throwing it over his shoulder so that he could fuck you deeper. one hand slipping down to your clit, swirling it with his thumb.

“can’t believe i get to have you like this, so fucking perfect,” louis said as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

“louis, i’m gonna cum again,” you cried out, head lolling backwards, “fuck me so good,”

“god, babes,” louis grinned, “didn’t realise you were gonna like them girls tearing me clothes off so much. gonna have to get them to do that to me every night,”

“oh my god!” you whined, “yes, let them fucking do it,” you pleaded.

“oh yea? what ever you want, babe,” louis promised, another harsh thrust hitting straight at your g spot that had your curling your toes and crying out as white noise filled your head and you came all over louis cock.

“holy shit,” louis gasped, pulling out and cumming all over your stomach.

“fucking incredible,” he moaned, collapsing down beside you.

“so?” you asked once you have finally caught your breath, “you really gonna let them do it every night?”

“cheeky shit,” louis laughed as he pulled you back in.

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saw the video of him getting his shirt ripped off again on tiktok.

bon appetite <3

( it’s 5am help me )

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justmeinatree · 3 months ago

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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

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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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moonncoffee · 4 months ago

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Fun time Backstage - Louis Tomlinson

sooo I’m a bit depressed and I wanna read some Louis Tomlinson fic, so why not write one 🤷🏼‍♀️

Summery: watching Louis perform on stage makes you eager to do something special for him… ENJOY!!

Louis tomlinson x reader

WARNINGS: male receiving oral, cursing, do not read if you are under 18!!

You were standing where you always stood the past few nights watching Louis on stage, he always came alive out there. Watching him from the sidelines was always one of your favourite things to do, every now and then he’d look over and send a wink your way. Tonight was no different, when he jumped down to the fans like always they had grabbed at him and touched him. It was a thrill, you thought he was crazy sometimes for doing this but you knew he was safe and loved being close and trusted his fans. This night however things went a bit far and they ended up ripping his shirt practically off him, it didn’t stop him from doing the thing he loved the most, entertaining. He finished up the set shirtless and looking like an absolute god running around the stage singing his heart out. You couldn’t shake the dirty images that were running through your head, desperate to get him alone.

Louis came running off the stage, sweat clinging his once perfectly styled hair to his face and neck. Y/n didn’t even give him a chance to say much before she was dragging him down the long hallway to the room with his name on it. Once pushing him inside his dressing room y/n turned to lock the door before turning around to Louis “what’s gotten into you babe” he said with a smirk and the pupils in his eyes dilating. Y/n started to walk towards Louis, “nothing… yet” Louis let out audible groan, he knew he was done for. “You just looked so sexy out there, doing your thing” y/n is now standing in front of Louis. kissing his cheek and down his neck, paying special attention to that spot that makes him weak in his knees. Y/n comes back to leave a few kisses on his lips and running your lips across the scruff of his few day old beard. Starting to move down his neck to his chest feeling his heart starting to beat faster in anticipation, over his tattoos and past his nipples. Every now and then giving little bites to his chest, he let out groans watching you take your time.

Y/n got down on her knees in front of Louis, she was still leaving a trail of kisses over his stomach and down to his hips. Louis letting out little gasp when you finally got to the spot above his cock, giving his cock a kiss through his pants. Luck was on their side tonight as he was just wearing trousers and didn’t have to worry about buttons and belts. Pulling his trousers down to his ankle leaving him in his boxers.

Y/n slipped her hand under the band of his boxers, he was already heavy and hard in her hand. The shock of excited electricity that she felt running through her body. With one hand on the back of his thigh and the other hand moving up and down his cock, making sure he was ready . Y/n looked up at Louis as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. You could feel his legs start to shake “babe we gotta move this to a couch” he wines out. You both moved to right of the room where the leather couch was sitting up against the wall. Louis sat down and spread his legs while y/n wedge herself between them. “Here babe, for your knees” Louis passes one of the couch pillows to put under her knees. Always caring and making sure she was comfort came first, also always wanting her to come first but he made a mental note for later when they get to the hotel to give her something special too.

Once you both were comfortable and situated, you got right back to work. With one hand on the base of his cock working him, leaning forward to place your lips around the tip. Letting out a moan once he was in your mouth, sending pleasure waves through Louis body. He knew how much you also got off by pleasuring him, having admitted it early on in your relationship, it drove him crazy thinking about how wet you could be right now. As y/n was bobbing her head up and down his cock, Louis wrapped his hands through y/n hair creating a makeshift ponytail. Occasionally pushing your mouth down as he lifted his hips up to meet your mouth, he was letting out little moans and that was music to your ears. “Ah fuck babe, you’re such a good girl taking me, making me feel so fucking good” he said so softly, his accent getting thicker the closer he was

You could still hear people walking past the door and talking loudly, you knew this was gonna have to be a quickie and hope that no one will interrupt. Moving quicker and gripping the base of cock, moving your hand down to cradle his balls in your hand. His grip on your hair was getting tighter, you could tell he was close. You started sucking harder around the tip and making sure to use your tongue before taking him to the back of your throat. It was then he let the loudest of moans the whole night, if anyone was still standing outside the door they’d for sure know what was going on in here.

As he came in your mouth he was gasping and moaning “fuck fuck fuck babe” his thigh started to shake a bit. Spilling everything he had into your mouth, once he was down from his high you finally took your mouth off him and showed him the cum on your tongue before swallowing “god babe the things you do to me” he said while panting for air. Y/n just giggled and admired how beautiful he looked post orgasm.

Louis reached down to pull you up onto his lap, bringing your head to his and giving you a kiss. It started as soft loving kiss but soon our tongues started to fight for dominance neither, as the kiss started to get more passionate y/n started to grind down on his lap, wanting her own bit of pleasure, Until someone started to bang on the door. “Uh I didn’t want to interrupt you guys but everyone’s packed up and ready for the bus” a voice came out from the other side of the door, a member of his crew stated. “We will be out in a minute” Louis tried to say calmly but his voice came out a bit dry. You both turned to each other resting your foreheads against each other, letting out a laugh. “To be continued later?” Y/n said as she let out in a breath “the second we get alone I’m gonna make you feel amazing baby, I promise” Louis said before leaning in and grabbing the back of her head to give her a loving kiss.

He tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his pants as y/n was over by the mirror fixing her hair and makeup. He stood there admiring her, not knowing what he’d do without her

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the end! Ahh I hope y’all like it, positive feedback or really any would be appreciated as I’ve only written a few things and this is my first smut! There’s probably some errors here and there but I’m not a professional writer so that’s expected.

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slutforln4 · 3 months ago

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everybody moved on…

#help im still at the restaurant #formula 1 #fluff #angsty #blurb #lando norris smut #light angst #lando norris angst #lando norris #lando x reader #carlos sainz #louis tomlinson #one direction #charles leclerc #ferrari #slutforln4

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stylessbean · 1 year ago

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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!

Click for the full reading list

Breaking The Ice by sarbearfive

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

Spotlight by Kiwiharryy

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

Rising Stars by tpwk1d00

Two famous singers fall in love

PRETEND by alittleloveeee

Another enemies to lovers where they're actors

Scandal by angelsvol6

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

Assumptions by sugarpaperactuallyx

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

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stylesonfilms · 12 days ago

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ink & innocence - 31

word count: 7.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aspen Waverly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zayn grinned. "She’s got a point."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then came the knocks.

Three loud, insistent thuds.

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

Then, a voice.

"Zayn?"

Aspen’s stomach plummeted.

Harry.

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

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

No one moved. No one breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Zayn, mate, open the door."

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

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

And there stood Harry.

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

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

"Can I come in?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zayn stiffened. "What?"

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

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

Zayn’s heart clenched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry almost missed it.

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

From Aspen. His Aspen.

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

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

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

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

"Please open the door. Please."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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

Harry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had been doing so well.

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

Another knock.

"Aspen, please open the door. Please."

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

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

Aspen flinched.

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

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

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

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

He yanked at the doorknob again.

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

It was too much. Everything was too much.

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

Jiggling the handle. Begging.

"Aspen, please."

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

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

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

And then everything stopped.

The rattling. The knocking. The pleading.

Pure silence.

Heavy, deafening silence.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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

He was scaring her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Harry wasn’t done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You mean it?" he rasped.

She nodded. "I mean it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aspen’s heart clenched. "Harry—."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vmlnrzmp4 · 1 month ago

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you didn't overthink when he lead you away from everyone, "y'know louis," you started, "it's a bit rude to be aside while everyone's enjoying the party."

"like i give a shit," he says, colliding his lips on yours again, "this is how i enjoy it."

his hands reach your back pulling you as close as possible while simultaneously rubbing up and down. kissing sounds, occassional moans, muffled party music filling the area you two decide to makeout in.

louis parts away just enough, his lips still brushing yours. he doesn't need to say. he only holds your jaw up to him, tapping on your cheek twice with his thumb.

you open your mouth as he collects spit in his mouth, his tongue darting out as a string of saliva drools onto your tongue, the taste of him and the ciggerate he just smoked felt intoxicating.

you swallow everything he gave you, opening up again to show him.

"atta girl," he places a gentle peck on your nose, "your turn."

just as you were about to return him the favour, the spit in your mouth, on your tongue—he gently shoves his tongue into your mouth, winding in to taste the spit directly from you, taking it in his mouth, he hums, parting for just a second before colliding his mouth on yours again—this time, swirling his tongue with yours.

it was so disgusting yet it felt so good.

"if you two are done mixing salivas, everyone's waiting out for truth or dare," a member interrupts, to which louis gives him the most mature answer: flipping him off.

#ns/fw #louis x you #louis tomlinson x reader #louis x reader #louis tomlinson #louis x y/n #louis tomlinson x you #louis tomilson #louis smut #louis tomlinson smut #one direction x y/n #one direction x reader #one direction x you #one direction #one direction smut #louis tomlinson x y/n #vmlnrzmp4

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paulyenvol6 · 6 months ago

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Against All Odds (Chapter 3)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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loveyougoodbye5 · 3 months ago

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Harry Styles - morning kisses

You're snuggled up in Harry's arms as the sun rises. Waking up, you stretch, and he makes the cutest little squeak as he wakes up. You tilt your chin up and kiss his jawline. He opens his eyes sleepily.

"What time is it?"

You giggle, pulling him closer to you. "I don't know, don't really care. How'd you sleep?"

"Amazingly, love. How about you?"

You shrug, and he wraps his arms around you.

"Pretty well."

He kisses your forehead and then your nose. You tilt your chin up to talk to him.

"Can you kiss me?"

My grin grows wider, and I roll over and crawl over to you

"Of course I can. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" He says as he kneels next to you on the bed, his hands gently framing your face as he leans in to kiss you.

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. He looks down into your eyes, smiling.

"You are so cute, you know that?"

He doesn't even bother to let you answer before he leans down, kissing your top lip first, then your bottom, before he places his whole mouth on yours. You pull him down closer to you, and kiss him harder.

He lets out a low hum of satisfaction as you pull him down on top of you. He presses down against your body to kiss you deeper. One of his hands slides down so that he can intertwine his fingers with yours. His tongue flicks out against your bottom lip, asking for entry.

You part your lips slightly, humming softly. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes it back.

He gently caresses your tongue. His breathing starts to get heavier, but he doesn't pull away. I love the sensation of kissing you like this, and he loves how your hand feels in his. His leg is tangled with one of yours, and he shifts his hips to get a little more comfortable and so his weight isn't all on you.

He pulls away, looking down at you.

"Gotta love a good kisser."

"I suppose so. I love you, and you're a good kisser, so..."

He kisses you once more before rolling off of you and pulling his shirt on.

"Gotta get ready for the day and all. See you later, baby."

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isaacarellanesismyhusband · 3 months ago

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Louis Tomlinson masterlist nav. megalist

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always you

no one could replace y/n(she/her) , and he had been a fool to ever think they could

midnight karaoke

y/n(she/her) and Lou have a mini karaoke night when neither can sleep

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i’ll be right here | p2

y/n(she/her) gets high for the first time with Louis

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daisyblog · 6 months ago

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Watermelon Sugar

Our Story Masterlist Summary: How Watermelon Sugar was made.

warning: smut, oral (female receiving), swearing

Very highly requested.

“So Styles…what are we working on today? Do you want to keep working on Treat People?”. Kid asked as he span around on his chair to face everyone, readjusting his hat as he did.

Harry gently licked his bottom lip as he thought about his options. “I’ve kinda got these lyrics that I can’t stop humming…I wanna work on them…see if they go anywhere, but if anyone feels uncomfortable then just say and we’ll scrap the whole thing!”.

“Shit it’s getting fucking deep in here today!”. Tyler joked, earning a snigger from Kid and a small grin from Mitch.

“What are you talking about man, every song is fucking deep”. Kid couldn’t bite his tongue. Harry only flipped him off with a sarcastic smile.

This is what Harry liked about the team, they could joke around, not taking anything to serious. But at the same time, they’d all shared many of the deepest conversations.

“Have you got like a melody or anything H?”. Mitch quietly asked as he prepared to play.

Harry shook his head as he pulled his lips into his mouth. “Nah just go with it and see what happens”.

“Tastes like strawberries…on a summer evenin'…and it sounds just like a song”. Harry acoustically sang, trying to find the right notes and melody.

“What’s with you and fruit, man?”. Mitch asked the question everyone was dying to know. “Plus what the fuck sounds like a song?”.

Harry ran his finger under his nose, a nervous habit he had. “Nothing…it’s nothing…just open for interpretation”.

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Anne didn’t need an excuse to host a summer garden party, so the moment the sun came out she invited all her close family and friends over for food, drinks and a good time.

Harry and YN had been finding it difficult to leave each others sides, whether that was Harry’s arm reaching around her waist to sit on her hip, an arm over her shoulder or sharing a quick peck when they thought nobody was looking.

So when YN was in the kitchen, reaching across the spectacular spread Anne had put on to place a few strawberries on her plate, she felt two hands slide around her middle and a face nuzzle into her neck.

“I’ve missed you”. Harry placed small kisses up her neck, YN trying not to let her body respond as she took a bite of a strawberry, placing the green on the plate.

“I haven’t been anywhere”. YN giggled as she swallowed the fruit, placing the plate down so she could turn in his arms.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers gently played with his loose curls. Harry met her lips with his, the sweet taste of strawberry lingered between them.

“Let’s go upstairs”. Harry mumbled against her lips, that were now a darker shade of red.

“Bubs we’re in your mums…there’s a party going on”. YN pointed out as Harry’s lips nibbled down her neck, teasing and distracting her from her thoughts.

Harry only shrugged his shoulders in response. “When has that ever stopped us?”. YN knew he had a point, but she was still reluctant, glancing around to see if anyone would see them wonder off. “Please baby”.

“But I want more berries”. YN wined as she glanced back at her plate, sitting there full of fresh strawberries.

“Well I want you!”. Harry gently pulled her by the neck to place a lingering kiss to her swollen red lips.

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”All I’m getting so far is you’ve eaten strawberries on a summer evening and it sounds like a song!”. Mitch was literal with his interpretation, looking at Harry like he’d gone crazy.

“Mitch just listen to the fucking lyrics man…we’re only like three lines in and I already know what it’s about.” Tyler laughed at how naive his friend was being right now.

Whilst Kid and Tyler fiddled about with some ideas for mixing and editing ‘Golden’, Mitch tested out a few chords to see what would fit with the current song Harry was writing.

Harry was noticing some lyrics down in his leather book, when Mitch played a particular melody that caught his ears. He listened carefully trying to find the right timing.

“I want more berries…And that summer feelin'…It's so wonderful and warm”. Harry sung, catching the other’s attention, all invested in where he was going with it. “Breathe me in…Breathe me out…i don't know if I could ever go without..”.

Harry paused as he processed where this song was going. But glancing around the room, he spotted a book on the table. Giggling to himself, he couldn’t stop his hands from reaching for it. “I don't know if I could ever go without…Watermelon sugar…High!”.

“Sounds like you’ve just named your next song”.

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Once their hidden by the four walls in Harry’s room, he quickly reaches for YN’s waist, leaving traces of his fingers behind. Pulling her closer to him as their lips become ones and their fronts meet.

The warmth from their bodies being so close has caused them both to feel hot. Their movements feel quick and fast, but slow and soft all at the same time.

As Harry walks them blindly over to the bed, YN’s hands become greedy and pulls his T-shirt off and leaves it drop to the floor. Taking YN’s route, Harry’s ring clad fingers, find their way to the front of YN’s skirt unbuttoning it as their lips stay together like magnets.

Once her skirt and underwear are pooled on the floor, keeping Harry’s tahirt company, YN finds herself lying with her back on the duvet covered bed. Instead of joining her, YN feels his lips attach themselves to her inner thigh. Her mind becomes dizzy as she feels his wet lips trailing further up.

“Harry!”. Her lips moan, wanting to feel more as her lower stomach began to tighter already. His lips are now needier, moving higher and closer. In a quick movement, Harry grabs a pillow from the bed and places it under her hips.

Leaning forward Harry’s tongue meets her, licking up and down with a slow teasing start. His hands move her thighs so her bare legs are resting over his shoulders. Another moan leaves YN’s lips as she feels his mouth move against her.

“Oh, fook!”.

Her moaning only encourages his movements, as well as feeds his ego. Whilst his tongue teases her, swirling around as he tastes the wetness as it drips down his chin, he moves his left hand to rest on her lower stomach, pushing down gently.

“Fookin’ ‘ell, that’s good!”.

Harry could feel YN’s hips start to buck against him, so he gently held her hips down so the sensations hit harder. The sound of her heavy pants outplayed the sound of Harry’s tongue hitting the wetness between her legs.

Knowing YN was close as she muttered out small encouragements, Harry moved his tongue faster against her, lapping up the sweet taste. The addicted sensation began to build and the heat travelled down YN’s body. Her head swung back on the sheet behind her as the pressure built.

It hit her with force, causing her to feel light headed and unable to think of anything but the climax, when her thighs clenched around his head, Harry had no choice than to keep up his movements as he rode her through her high.

“Oh Harry, oh yes!”.

The sound was like heaven to Harry’s ears as he felt her vibrate against him. Watching her orgasm was still something he could never get bored of.

The energy had been wiped away from YN as she now laid still on the bed, unable to move due to the shakiness. Harry lifted himself up from his position between her legs, wiping away the wetness left behind on his chin.

Harry moved further up the bed with his knees, hoovering over YN’s tired body. He leaned forward pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“Worth missing out on eating your strawberries?”. Harry sarcastically asked, as he held himself up with his arms.

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As they continued to work on the song, now known as ‘Watermelon Sugar’, the penny dropped for Mitch as Harry sang, trying to perfect the melody and pre-chorus.

“Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin'…And it sounds just like a song…I want your belly and that summer feelin'…I don't know if I could ever go without”.

Mitch’s eyes went wide at the realisation. “Shit…fucking hell man…you’re singing about eating-”.

Before Mitch could finish his sentence, Harry cut him short. A large cheeky smirk covering his face as he did so.

“It’s a song about wanting to eat strawberries!”.

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holdinonto-heartache · 2 years ago

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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

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justmeinatree · 11 months ago

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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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flowxrtimmy · 7 months ago

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rough day (l.t.)

enjoy x

You had a shit day, there was no other way to put it. When you woke up, you found out your Costco membership had renewed, leaving you with less than $20 to your name, due to this past paycheck having been the one where all the bills had to be paid. Then, upon arriving at work you learned that your coworker called out, leaving your team lead to take over until someone else came in, and that someone else just so happened to be the coworker that gets away with doing nothing. Being a CNA is tough enough without being short staffed, so that was just more shit that fell on your shoulders. The whole day you were fighting the urge to just walk out and change your career path, but you were not about to let them get you on abandoning your job. On top of that, you had found out your friends went out without you and didn’t even say anything or let you know. The world was against you today and you definitely knew it.

When you finally got home, you fell onto the couch and took a breath, just taking a minute to process everything that happened. That minute turned into a few hour of you just eating leftovers and scrolling TikTok, and before you knew it, it was almost 8 at night, It was a long day, yes, but as much as you just wanted to sulk on the couch, you knew you had to get a workout in to really clear your head. Pulling yourself off the couch, you walked to your room and grabbed a random set from your dresser, yellow workout leggings with a matching sports bra, and changed into it. As you put your socks and sneakers on, you tried to forget about the bad day, but it was proving to be difficult as scenes from the day replayed in your mind. You were planning on doing leg day, but the more the scenes played in your mind, the punching bag sounded like a better choice.

You wasted no time in grabbing a full water bottle and getting out the door with your phone, wallet, and keys. The gym was only a short drive away, so you were there in no time. After parking, you headed inside, smiling when you were immersed in the warm environment. The gym was somewhere you liked to be, everyone minded their business, the pool and sauna were nice, plus there were always personal trainers there willing to help out anyone who needed it. After hitting the locker room and locking your things up, you headed on to the floor and stopped when you saw him. You didn’t know he was on today. Well, there was no way you could have known, but all the same your stomach still did a flip when you saw him.

Louis Tomlinson, one of the top personal trainers and just about everybody’s favorite. He always had people wanting him as their trainer, and you were lucky enough to get him when you first joined. Right now he was talking with another trainer, so you decided to just start stretching and get into your workout. Going through your usual stretching routine, you glanced back towards Lou to see him looking in your direction. Has he been watching you? You had been doing lunges, and even bending forward and touching your toes, so if he was watching you, he got quite a show, but was that really a bad thing?

Giving him one more glance and a smile, you grabbed your water bottle and headed into the workout studio where the punching bags were. Setting the bottle down, you grabbed the gloves, putting them on. Taking a breath, you started going at it, punching the bag while keeping your breath steady. You were so into it, you didn’t notice that Louis had walked in, leaning against the mirror as he watched you, a slight smirk on his face. “Yknow, you I can help you with your form, make it so you get less resistance from the bag.”

You jumped, turning to face him. He was definitely watching you this time. “How long have you been standing there?” You asked, setting your still gloved hands on your hips.

He laughed a bit. “Not long, love. Just enough to see you going at it, rough day?” He asked, pushing off of the mirror and walking over to you, setting his hand on the bag.

“Rough isn’t even the word to describe it, it might as well have been a day from hell.” Some of the events were still lingering around in your mind, and you sighed at the thought. “Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Short staffed, a bill I forgot about, and god my coworkers just drive me insane.”

Louis let out a low whistle, looking up at you. “Sounds like you’ve been through the wringer, no wonder you’re wailing at this thing.” He was wearing a black t-shirt and black sweats, with his hair pushed back out of his face, and his tattooed arms were driving you insane. “Here, let me show you a few tips, and then we can let that anger out, yeah?”

You smiled, nodding. “Um, yeah! That sounds great.” What he said barely registered in your head, all you knew is that he was staying. “This is my first time, by the way.”

He raised his brows at that, but smiled. “In that case, I’m gonna have you turn away from the bag for now.” He chuckled at the confused look on your face. “Just trust me love.” He set his hand on your shoulder, gently turning you away from the bag, and ignoring how soft your skin felt. “It’s better to start off by not punching the bag at all. It’s called shadowboxing, and it’s so you can find your body’s natural flow while trying different punching techniques.”

“That makes sense, so what are we starting with?” You felt a surge in your stomach when he set his hand on you, but pushed it down, because now was definitely not the time to start feeling frisky. As he explained the correct position and movements to you, you tried your best to pay attention to him, but fuck, he just looked so hot.

“Alright, are you ready to try?”

Oh shit, what did he say? “Oh, yeah! So left foot and hand forward.” You said, getting into a position with your left side forward and your right side towards the back.

“There ya go girl.” He smiled at you, hands on his hips. He had to admit, he had been eyeing you from the moment you walked into the stretching area. He liked that you were confident about your body and absolutely loved how you looked in your workout sets. When he saw you come in here and try to use the punching bag, he knew he had a golden opportunity. “Alright, now jab.”

You obeyed, punching your left hand in front of you quickly before pulling it back by your cheek.

“Cross.”

Shifting your weight, you punched your back hand forward, pivoting slightly so your shoulder rotated forward with your arm.

“Good girl, now again, but pick up the pace a bit.”

Your stomach flipped at “good girl”, but you obeyed and did the same movements, but faster, and then even faster.

“Come on, you had a bad day, let it out!” He urged, going and holding the bag. “This way, love.”

You turned towards the bag, and kept up your movements. You were starting to get sweaty, and your heart rate was up, and the more you went at the bag, the hotter Louis looked. His voice was raising, but you knew it wasn’t from anger, he just wanted to rile you up to push you harder.

“Pretend it’s that one really annoying coworker, show them who’s boss!” Louis yelled, holding the bag while watching you. Behind the bag, he could feel himself starting to get hard. Watching you like this was driving him insane, the sweat glistening on your arms and midriff, your little grunts as you punched forward, your hair slowly falling out of its ponytail. As much as he wanted to keep enjoying the show, he had to stop you. “Alright alright, good job love, take a break.”

You stopped,but you didn’t want to take a break. You looked out the window, the gym was practically empty except for a few trainers behind one of the desks, you were the only non-employee here right now. Knowing that, you got a sudden wave of confidence and walked to Louis, smashing your lips against his, before quickly pulling away. “Oh god Lou, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what-”

You were cut off by him pulling you back against his lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled back for a second, resting his forehead against yours. “Mm, fuck, hold on a second love.” He stepped away, going and turning off the lights to the studio.

The room went dark, and you stood there confused and disoriented, but yelped in surprise when you felt Louis sweep you off your feet, carrying you in the dark. “Lou!” You laughed.

“Sorry love, the others weren’t paying attention so I wanted to make them think the studio wasn’t in use.” He set you down on the floor, his hands resting on your hips. “I watched you stretch, it was so fucking hot, babe, especially when you bent over.” With that, he gave your ass a hard smack, grinning at your yelp.

Well then, if he wants to play dirty in the dark, then you can too. You felt for his shoulders, and once you found them you moved down to your knees, keeping your hands on his body for guidance. When you got on your knees, you pulled his workout pants down, along with his underwear because you weren’t about to waste time searching for more clothes to take off. It felt silly to have to search for his dick, but he was the one who turned the lights off to begin with so he could deal with you fumbling around to find it. “Sorry Lou, sooooomeone made it dark!” You reached up, setting your fingertips on his stomach and gently dragging them down until you finally reached his now hard dick. Wrapping your hand around it, you pressed a gentle kiss against the tip before bringing it into your mouth. You heard him grunt a bit, followed by a quiet “oh fuck”. Happy to know you were doing well, you slowly brought more of him in until you were satisfied. You felt him set a hand on the back of your head as you began to move it back and forth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Fuck, if this is where bad days led, maybe they aren’t so bad after all.

His moans only motivated you to go faster, you had him right where you wanted him. As you picked up the pace, you brought your hand up, gently cupping his balls and playing with them. He let out a loud moan, throwing his head back. “Oh fuck, love, I’m so close.”

With that, you pulled off of him and looked up at him with a smirk. “Is that so, Louis?”

“Oh no, you are not about to edge me, finish what you started, kitten.” He ordered, folding his arms, and you had to oblige, his pout was just too cute.

“Yes, sir!” You obeyed, bringing his dick back into your mouth, only this time you took in a bit more of him. Honestly, it felt nice to have someone else be in charge, and you liked that you could just relax, and suck this insanely hot man’s dick. You picked up the pace, your hand finding its way to his balls again, and once more used his moans as motivation to go faster. You moved your mouth in fluid motions up and down his dick, your tongue exploring every inch of it. You had to have really gotten into the zone, because next thing you knew, hot streams of cum were shooting into your mouth and down your throat, and you hadn’t even heard him telling you that he was close. You swallowed everything before pulling off, looking up at him with a smile on your face. “How was that?”

“Oh so fucking incredible love, you’re so good. Now, lay back for me, yeah?”

You looked at him with a confused look. “Wait, really?”

“Well duh, you think I’m not going to repay you for your incredible work? I’m not a one and done guy love, now lay back.”

That alone made you want to do this again. Without another word, you moved into a sitting position and slowly laid back, watching as Lou leaned over top of you, smirking.

“You’re so fucking hot, just relax.” He pulled your sneakers off your feet, tossing them aside before running his hands up your legs, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your leggings once he reached it, and pulling them off along with your panties. “Oh fuck, there’s that perfect pussy, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you princess?”

“Yes sir, I’m drenched, need you to help.” You whined as he ran a finger over your clit, barely touching it to tease you. “Please, Lou?” You knew he was teasing to get back at you for trying to edge him. “M’sorry I tried to make you wait.”

With that, you let out a gasp as you felt him push a finger inside, a smirk on his face. “Good girl, I forgive you. Now, be a doll and tell me what you want.”

“I want you to eat me out, please, Lou.” As much as you liked fingering, you wanted to watch Lou’s head between your legs, watch him go down on you. By now, your eyes had adjusted, and the exit sign gave the studio a red glow, and you now understood why Louis turned the light off to begin with. You held back a whine at the empty feeling when he pulled his finger out, but you knew it’d be better soon. You felt him run his hands up your legs, grabbing the back of your knees and moving them so they were facing up with your feet still on the floor, then gently spread your legs. You watched as he wasted no time getting his head between your legs, and gently pushing his tongue against your clit.

You let out a gasp at the feeling, but relaxed and shut your eyes as he ran his tongue down your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs as he finally dove his tongue into you, a loud moan escaping your lips.

He brought your legs over his shoulders, giving your rear a quick smack to tell you to keep it quiet, and you obeyed, because getting caught would ruin everything. “Sorry, sir.”

Louis sped up in response, squeezing your legs as you leaned your head back, letting out quiet breathy moans. “Fuck Lou, keep going.”

You had to cover your mouth when he did, the pleasure building up quickly, and you knew what was happening. “I’m so close Lou, so fucking close.” You breathed out between moans, picking your head up to look at him clearly enjoying his meal. As he sped up, you threw your head back as your orgasm finally hit, going all over Lou’s face, but he clearly doesn’t care.

He happily licked everything up before moving your legs back down to the floor, and leaning over you. “I want you to know how good you taste.”

“Then show me.”

With that, he moved down and kissed you, your orgasm still evident on your face. You kissed back, smiling as your taste on his lips, this had to be one of the hottest things you’ve ever done, and you were so glad you decided to drag yourself to the gym. He pulled off, looking down at you with a smirk. “You did so well, babygirl.” He moved to his knees, rubbing your legs gently.

“Thank you, sir.” You gave him a cute smile, sitting up slightly, using your elbows for support. “Maybe we can do this again soon.”

“Oh we absolutely will. You know what else?”

“What’s that?”

“We’re looking to hire a full-time front desk associate.”

Your day has officially gone from bad to one of the best.

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