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ink & innocence - 31

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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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nsfw

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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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."

#harry styles #smut #fluff #kisses #couple #lovers #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x fem!reader #one direction #louis tomlinson #liam payne #directioners #1direction

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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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yourlocalsmutslut · 2 years ago

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The high (pt.2)

pairing: Louis Tomlinson x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink

A/N: first time writing smut, so if it's shit, I'm sorry. Also it's not prof read.

The rest of the show felt like eternity. But the last song started playing. finally. Louis looks over at you with a face you've never seen. His eyes have darkened since the last time you've seen them, and you can't help but feel more turned on by it.

The song has ended and we are all saying our goodbyes to the fans. When walking off the stage you can feel Louis staring at you. Intensely. You're so worked up and Louis isn't helping one bit. All you want to do is jump on him and fuck him right here, not even caring if everyone sees. But you decide that maybe that's a bit too much. Just when you've calmed down a but Louis has the nerve to talk to you. "I can see how worked up you are. Just wait until I actually touch you, pretty girl", fuck. Now you're dripping. You have no clue how much longer you can last.

Louis sees the frustration and lust in your face and he enjoys it so much. He enjoys the way he can have you so hot and bothered by just a couple words. He can't help but smirk. And you see it. The smirk. The one that completely destroys you. shit. god, just touch me already, you think to yourself. "You're so hot when you're auroused", Louis whispers in your ear with a slutty tone. "Shut the fuck up", you reply, agitated. You're about 2 seconds from ripping his clothes off and he's not helping one bit.

Thank god you've just arrived at the hotel. finally. I can't wait t- "Hey, we're gonna hang out up in my room. Ya wanna come?" Liam interrupts your thought. Before you can process what he said Louis responds with "Nah man, I'm actually proper tired", yes. "How 'bout you, y/n?", Liam asks. "Mh, I'm exhausted, but we can hang out tomorrow !" "Alright, see you two tomorrow"

Louis and you walk to the elevator. Both of you step in and you press the number 3, indicating the 3rd floor. As soon as the door closes, Louis slams you against the elevator wall. fuck yes. "You've got me so worked up I can barely speak y/n", he says with a rushed voice. He wants you bad. Needs you. Craves you. He suddenly smashes his lips on yours. Your mouths combing. Moving in sync. Like this is how it's meant to be. You can't help but moan into the kiss when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. Roaming and exploring it like it's his property. He kisses down to your neck. Once he reaches it he sucks and bites. Marking you as his. He's an animal. "I need you in me. Please", you beg. And as soon as he was about to do something the elevator doors open.

He takes your hand and rushes to your room. The key card swipes and the door opens. And with that opens a hungry, deprived Louis. Without a second thought he pulls you to the bed. You're laying on the bed whilst he's towering over you. Kissing you. So hard. So hungry. Needy. It's everything you've ever imagined. He detaches his lips from yours. A whine slips from your mouth only making his hunger grow. "Clothes off. Now" You immediately start taking your clothes off, eager to feel him. Once you're fully naked he admires you. "God you're beautiful", making you blush. He swiftly takes his top off, allowing you to see his gorgeous body. You can't take it anymore. "please" you say with desperation. "Please what, baby?" you whine. "Use your words beautiful" this man is something else. "Please touch me. Fill me. Do anything. I just need you", you plead. "Oh, baby, I'm going to touch you everywhere" He takes his pants off. His hard dick more visible than ever.

He kisses you again. This one more passionate. Slower but just as good. He kisses your jaw, moving to your neck, down to your breasts. One he reaches your breasts he sucks your left nipple vigorously. As his tongue works on the left, his hands kneads the right. You moan at the feeling. But it's not enough. You need more. And just like he read you mind, he moves down. Right near where you need him most. He kisses your thighs. Slowly moving closer to your aching vagina. Then, without warning, he sucks on your clit. The unexpected feeling making you moan loudly. Your moans only turn Louis on more. He needs to hear it again. So he continues to work. Sucking and nipping at your clit. "Oh fuck baby. This f-feels so good", you barely manage to get the sentence out. Louis grunts. Loving the way he makes you feel. He slides his tongue across your folds. Tasting you. "You taste amazing", his words ringing in your ears. He sticks two fingers in you. The moan you let out echoing against the walls. "Fuck babe. Your pretty noises are making me so hard" You moan louder at the thought of his dick. He continues to pump his fingers in you, never slowing down. Hitting your g-spot every time his fingers thrust into you. You feel the familiar sensation in your stomach riding, indicating you're about to cum. Louis knows it by the way your pussy is clenching around his fingers. You moan out, "I'm about to come Louis" "I know, love. C'mon, give it to me." And with that you came undone. Your high hitting you. You moan and whine at the amazing sensation. Feeling so euphoric. Louis continues to pump his fingers into you, carrying you through your high.

Once you've calmed down he pulls his fingers out, making you whine. He kisses you and you're able to taste yourself on him. He using one hand to cup your face and the other to hold his body weight up. "You did so good f'me, love. Think you have another round in you?" You nod, unable to form words from his previous actions. "Good girl" He pulls his boxers down and you're finally able to see him. wow. He's bigger than you expected. Much bigger. "Take a picture, it'll last long" Louis says with a wink. Making you blush. You didn't even notice you were staring until he pointed it out. He leans over you and lines himself up with your entrance. Before he's able to enter, you cup his face and kiss him passionately. The kiss so breathtaking. He slowly slides into you making you moan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue into your mouth. Once he bottoms out he slowly pulls out and then goes back in. "Fuck. Your pussy is so tight." He grunts, the feeling making him crazy.

Once you've adjusted to his size, the slow pace is agonizing. "Faster" Louis doesn't hesitate to go faster. He thrusts into you hard and fast. "Oh god!", you scream. Both of your curses and moans fill the room. He reaches down and rubs your clit. The sensation is building up in your stomach once again. Your pussy throbs and clenches onto his dick. Louis leans down and whispers praises into your ear. "You're doing so good." "You're so fucking beautiful like this", the praises only making your pussy flutter more. He continues to thrust hard into you as he sucks onto your neck. Leaving bruises. Marking his territory. With his pace it's only a matter of seconds until you cum again. Your moans and whines becoming louder. "Hold on babe, I'm almost there", he grunts into your ear. A few deep thrusts later and he says 'Now. Cum for me darling", the minute the words leave his mouth you come undone. Louis didn't cum too long after. Both of you reaching your highs. Louis slowed down as both of you settled down. He slowly pull out and flops next to you. Both of you in a hazy state. After a minute of laying there, Louis speaks up, "God, you're beautiful" You didn't even know he was looking at you because you're so fucked out. You turn to him flustered and kiss him. This kiss was much different. It wasn't needy, it was contentment. In that moment both of you know that you never want leave each others side.

#louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson #smut #louis tomlinson x you #y/n #fanfic

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acidinduceddaydreams · 2 months ago

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One Direction Masterlist:

🏠⭐️🛰️❤️🙏🏼💌💿🪩💋🐇🍒🤍🪽🎧🍉 🖇️

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Liam:

Louis:

Niall:

Zayn:

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muserryy · 1 year ago

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG ♡

HI!!! I'm nan, 19 and i write oneshots and poems about harry styles. all the work posted on my blog are original and mine. im currently working on my new harry styles series 'LIFE OF REVA'

link to my other social media : wattpad, pinterest, instagram .

MUSERRYY MASTERLIST ☆⁠･｡ﾟ

ONE SHOT :-

Back home to you - harry returns home after finishing his tour and surprises y/n.

What did you get me? (part 2 of back home to you)

Larry's little kitten - harry, louis with his broken wrist and their little kitten, blue.

There's no place like home - harry plans a secret harryween just for him and his love.

Stargazing - the title says it all.

His necklace - harry gives you his necklace as a keepsake.

People blues - harry supports and helps you overcome your antisocial tendencies.

Late night calls - you can't sleep so you call harry in the middle of the night.

Tie the bow - you make harry do the coquette bow trend.

SERIES :-

LIFE OF REVA (H.S)

POEMS :-

Dear Baby Harry (hs)

Favorite pair of eyes (hs)

Your handwriting (hs)

to-do list

i think i miss you

i stumbled upon you in my dreams (hs)

MOODBOARDS AND DESIRES :-

harry is such a babygirl.

i wanna be bestfriends with harry.

harry's voice in my head is my way to cope.

will you go places with me, harry?

i wanna cry in harry's arms.

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multifandomworldsposts · 1 year ago

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And please give me title suggestions as well I can’t think of good titles!! ❤️

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isaacarellanesismyhusband · 21 days ago

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i’ll be right here

pair: Louis Tomlinson x reader

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

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It was late, and the quiet hum of Louis’s favorite playlist filled the living room as you sat curled up on the couch with him. The two of you had been talking for hours, and somehow the topic of weed came up. You’d never tried it before, but Louis assured you it was safe, promising over and over again that he’d take care of you if you wanted to give it a shot.

“I’ll be right here the whole time,” he said, his voice soft and steady as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. Promise.”

After some hesitation, you decided to try it. Louis handed you the joint, guiding you through your first hit. It was strange at first, the earthy taste making you cough a little, but Louis rubbed your back and grinned. “You’re doing great, love.”

It didn’t take long before the high started kicking in. Everything felt lighter, freer, and you couldn’t stop laughing at the most random things Louis said. He was watching you with the softest smile, clearly amused by how the weed affected you.

“I feel so good,” you said, stretching your arms over your head, a lazy grin spreading across your face.

“Yeah?” Louis leaned back, his arm resting across the back of the couch as he watched you. “Told you it wasn’t so bad.”

But then you started feeling hot. Really hot. Without a second thought, you pulled your shirt off, leaving you in a pair of black leggings and a lacy black bra.

“Love,” Louis said, sitting up straighter, his eyes widening a little. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m hot,” you replied simply, leaning back against the cushions. “And honestly, it’s not fair that I’m sitting here like this and you’ve still got a shirt on.”

“Y/N,” he said, laughing nervously, “you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

“I won’t if you take your shirt off too.” You crossed your arms, giving him a defiant look that only made him laugh harder.

“Fine,” he relented, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. “Happy now?”

“Very,” you said, your eyes lingering on him for a little too long.

The night carried on with the two of you talking and laughing about everything and nothing. Eventually, Louis noticed how you were starting to get sleepier, so he stood up and held out his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” he said gently.

You let him pull you up and guide you to the bedroom, but once you were under the blankets with him, you couldn’t seem to settle down. You reached out and started tracing the lines of his face with your finger, your touch light and slow.

“Are you okay?” Louis asked, his voice low as he watched you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you blurted out, your words spilling out before you could stop them.

Louis froze for a moment, his cheeks flushing pink. “Y/N…”

You didn’t give him time to respond before you started pressing kisses to his chest, your lips trailing down the soft skin of his torso. You could feel his breath hitch when you reached the waistband of his grey sweatpants, but before you could go any further, he gently stopped you.

“Love, no,” he said softly, pulling you back up and rolling the two of you over so he was hovering above you. “I’m not gonna do anything with you while you’re high.”

You frowned, pouting a little, but Louis leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips lingering against yours for a moment before pulling away.

“It’s not because I don’t want to,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we’ll talk about this in the morning, yeah?”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, nuzzling into the crook of it as he wrapped his arms around you. “Go to sleep, love. I’ve got you.”

His warmth and steady breathing were enough to calm you down, and as your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but smile. Louis was everything you could ever want, and even in your hazy state, you knew how lucky you were to have him.

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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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stylesonfilms · 12 days ago

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ink & innocence - 32 *

word count: 6.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harry..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How so?"

"You know how so," she huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck!" He cursed out, his hand slipping into her hair. He bundled up the girl's loose curls with shaky hands and wrapped the length around his fist as he began to guide her throat lightly.

When she moaned around him, giving him those glassy eyes that pleaded, he took it as a sign to guide her back down until she gagged once more. His jaw dropped, a low moan falling from the pit of his chest as he watched her eyes roll back and spit push past the corner of her wide open mouth around his cock.

Harry yanked her up carefully, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips in need. They both laughed softly as their teeth clashed inside, muttering a soft apology as he slotted their lips together. His free hand came to rest along her jaw, slowly sliding down to cup her neck.

"Gonna train this throat sometime soon," He muttered along her lips, sliding his tongue along her parted lips before kissing her deeply. The man gave a gentle squeeze, tugging on her hair to tilt her head up as he pulled off her mouth. "Make my cock fit all the way."

Aspen nodded, almost too eagerly for her liking, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. "Yes, please, Daddy."

Harry took ahold of his cock, slapping his swollen tip along her glossy, red lips.

"Fuckin' hell," He muttered, panting unevenly.

Harry let go of her hair, carding his fingers through before cupping her jaw and connected their lips. As they worked together, he worked her back onto the bed to lay on her back, settling between her thighs once he kicked his legs free from his sweats.

His hands slipped down to her back, unhooking her bra with professional ease, one that she made mental note of to pick on him for later. He slipped the cotton off her body and tossed it aside, hands flying to cup and grope at her breasts.

Aspen shuddered and whined when he pinched her nipples, gasping at the pleasurable feeling.

His lips lifted off her to lock onto her now bare chest, tongue diving over the peaks of her chest as his hands worked. He rolled each bud between his fingers and groaned with every roll of her hips she gave in utter need.

Harry's head dropped with another groan. The head of his cock collided with her clit as she shifted up, Harry unable to control the buck of his hips.

"Aspen," he croaked out, slipping a hand down between them to brush his fingers over her clit once more. "Baby, please don't do tha' t'me."

She whimpered softly. "D-do what?" Her hips rolled into his hand as he cupped her mound, fingers prodding at her needy hole.

"Can't let my cock feel your cunt 'f I can't have it," he mumbled, taking her nipple between his teeth as he sank two fingers back into her. Aspen's jaw fell slack a bit as her head spun, clenching around his fingers and pressing her chest up into him.

"Who...," she gasped and moaned when he rolled the bud between his teeth, soothing the feeling with his tongue and a kiss, "who says you can't?"

Harry lifted his head, breathing heavy. "Fuck. Yeah?"

Aspen licked her lips slowly. It was bound to happen, and she herself wasn't sure if she could wait any longer. It was going to be him, it always was going to be him, and right now, she needed it.

"Yeah."

Harry couldn't help but groan. "Are you sure? Right now?"

The girl could only nod, but remembered her words when he gave her a look.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I promise, H, just... please?"

He nodded, curling and pumping his fingers at an unbearably slow pace as he slotted their lips together.

Harry pulled back just slightly, breath uneven, eyes searching hers. “You sure?” he asked again, voice low and strained.

Aspen huffed, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. “Harry, either do it or get off,” she teased, though the way her voice wavered gave away just how much she wanted him.

A slow, lazy grin spread across his lips before he chuckled, the sound deep and warm, making her stomach flip. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he mused before dipping down to kiss her again, slow and lingering, fingers caressing the soft skin of her thighs, tracing little patterns that sent a shiver down her spine.

He was so lost in her, in the way she tasted, the way she responded to every touch, every kiss, that he almost missed the thought creeping into his mind. Almost.

“Fuck,” he muttered suddenly against her lips, pulling back. His brows furrowed, a bit of frustration seeping into his voice. “I don’t have a condom.”

Aspen blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. Then, to his surprise, she bit her lip before mumbling, “There are some in the drawer.”

Harry pulled back even further, staring at her, confused. “In the drawer?”

She nodded.

His brows lifted. “And how exactly do you know that?”

Aspen hesitated for a moment before letting out a quiet giggle, her cheeks flushing. “I may have done a little… snooping,” she admitted shyly.

Harry’s mouth parted in disbelief before he let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “You were looking through Zayn’s shit?”

She pressed her hands to her face. “I got curious!”

He shook his head, amused. “You’re fuckin’ somethin’ else, baby.” But then the realization hit him, and his nose scrunched up. “Hold on— why the hell does Zayn have condoms in the spare bedroom?”

Aspen giggled again, peeking at him through her fingers. “I don’t know, but are you really gonna question it right now?”

Harry exhaled through his nose, rolling his eyes before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Alright, alright. Stay put.” He pushed off the bed and made his way to the dresser, pulling open the drawer with a low grumble.

A beat of silence passed before—.

“Oh, no fuckin’ way,” Harry snickered.

Aspen sat up on her elbows, tilting her head. “What?”

He turned to her, holding up the box and pointing to the size. “Large? Please. I doubt it.”

Aspen gasped, playfully swatting at him. “Harry!”

He only smirked, ripping one from the box and opening it as he made his way back to her, settling between her thighs again. “I’m just sayin’,” he teased, eyes glinting with mischief.

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks still tinged pink as he took her hands in his, guiding them gently.

“C’mere,” he murmured, voice dropping an octave as he placed the condom in her hands. “Lemme show you.”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she nodded, letting him lead her movements. His touch was patient, his voice soft as he guided her fingers, watching her closely, completely and utterly captivated by her.

And Aspen? She had never felt so wanted, so adored, so his.

Aspen sat up as Harry's hands guided her to place the rubber material on the head of his cock, unrolling it carefully to cover his length. Her heart beat quick in her chest, threatening to pound out and buzz off as the reality of what was happening settled in once he led her back to lie down.

"Good job, baby," he praised, holding her knees apart as he shuffled closer. "Tell me if I need to stop, okay? We'll go slow. 'S about you right now," he promised.

Aspen nodded, her fingers curling into the sheets under her as she took a heavy breath. When she felt Harry line himself up with her hole, she sucked in a deep breath and braced herself.

"Oh, God," she squeaked out as he began to push in. Harry's lips parted in awe, brows twisted in pleasure as he inched his tip in, halting. He drew in heavy breaths as Aspen tried to catch hers, feeling the burn of the stretch.

Harry wasn't exactly small. She knew that since she first felt it in her hands. Since she came eye to eye with it in the bathroom. There was no way in Hell she could take him in her tiny body.

"You're doing so good," his voice wavered as he gave her a minute to adjust before tilting in an inch more, his eyes flickering from where their bodies met to her face.

She was incredibly tight. So fucking warm and slick around his cock, he thought he was in the bets dream of his life.

"Wait! Wait," She gasped, clenching her eyes at the intense burn that spilled through her. Harry stilled his hips, fighting the urge to drive into her.

"Are you okay?"

Aspen winced, tears brimming her eyes. A tear spilled down the side of her temple and she sniffled, breathing shakily. "I-I don't know."

Harry sucked in a breath, swallowing. "We... we can stop, baby."

But he didn't want to. He needed to feel her wrapped around him completely. He wanted to shove himself in and get it over with, to make love to her and hold her and then fuck her until her legs shook. His fingers tightened on her knees, grounding himself.

"No!" she pleaded, shaking her head as she exhaled shakily. "Just need a moment."

Harry knew he should feel worse about it, but he didn't. Secretly, his chest burned in desire and pride that she could only take the tip of his cock. That she was already falling apart. She looked so tiny beneath him, so smooth and so stretched out.

"You're doing so, so good," Harry continued his praise. When she nodded, he sunk in further, just halfway now. "Such a good girl f'me," Harry groaned as he felt her engulf his cock more.

Harry's hand dropped to the apex of her thighs, thumb pressing and circling her clit. After giving her another moment, Harry took a breath and pushed himself in completely with one quick motion.

Aspen cried out, gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Figured it would be easier down the line," he apologized, continuing to swirl her clit as his other hand came to cup her jaw. He shuddered out a low moan.

"You— fuck." Harry swallowed as he shifted on his knees, aching to draw back and push into her. Her breathing gradually evened out, replaced with whimpers from his touches as the pain subsided.

"Move, please," she whispered, "think I'm ready."

Harry nodded, pulling his hands away to take hers, intertwining their fingers with both of their hands. Carefully, he drew his hips back and eased back in, watching her face. He did it again, and again, until a moan finally slipped past her lips.

"Harry," she shuddered, whimpering softly as he built a steady pace.

"Such a good girl, 'm so proud of you," Harry whispered as he brought her hands to his lips, scattering kisses as he moved his hips.

The room filled with even paced sounds of skin slapping, her breathy moans and whines complimenting his gruff groans and low groans. The pleasure coursed through her body, a new feeling she didn't know she could feel. This is what she missed out on with Harry?

"You're so god damn tight," he grunted, locking his eyes on where his cock slipped in and out of her pussy with ease, her skin stretching around each time he pulled back.

"Feels so fucking good," he breathed out, face twisting in absolute pleasure.

His hands gave hers a squeeze. The moment was theirs. With each thrust was a saying of their shared love, their trust in each other. Her legs wrapped around him as she mewled out his name, whimpering softly.

"Harry," she panted, locking her eyes on his.

"I know," he grunted, shifting on his knees again as he let go of one of her hands to pull her leg up and over his shoulder. "Trust me?"

She nodded, "Always."

He smiled warmly down at her, twisting his lip ring between his teeth as the pace of his hips picked back up. He thrusted into her with care and need, kissing along her calf as he moaned out praises.

It didn't take long for her chest to swell, back arching off the bed slightly as she grew closer and closer.

He felt it. Felt the way she pulsed around him and saw how her pussy dripped with need, clit practically throbbing from her long overdue climax. Poor baby, he thought. She'd never go that long again without one. He was always going to take care of her.

"'M close," he grunted, stomach coiling in its need for release. His thrusts got a bit sloppy, but still carried care between the two. His hand on her leg squeezed her knee, sinking his teeth into a love bite on her calf as he caressed her hand with the pad of his thumb.

"Please, please Daddy," she breathily moaned, her eyes drooped in pleasure. Aspen fluttered them closed as her own high crept up on her quick, threatening to spill over the edge.

He groaned at the name. Even in such soft and sweet moments, his ears rang and head spun with AspenAspenAspen, knowing how to hit every spot within him.

"C'mon," he coaxed, kissing his her leg before groaning, the side of his face slightly smushed as he pressed against her, tilting his hips to hit that special spot inside of her once more. "Cum for me, give it to me."

Aspen lost it at that. Her back arched off the bed with a cry of his name as her hand gripped his. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making him choke out his own moan before he hunched over, releasing into the condom as his hips stuttered.

"Fuck!" He panted, squeezing his eyes shut.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, coming down from their highs. Harry sat back up slowly, licking his lips before pressing sloppy and loving kisses to her calf and up to the side of her ankle, caressing her leg.

Aspen let out a breathy giggle, still dazed, her limbs feeling like liquid beneath his touch. Harry's lips trailed slowly up her leg, soft and lazy, like he had all the time in the world. He wasn’t in a rush to move, wasn’t in a rush to let go of her. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be.

His hands smoothed over her thighs, grounding and warm, before he finally hovered back over her, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "You okay?" he whispered, brushing his nose against her temple.

Aspen hummed, her fingers sliding up his back, tracing along the ridges of his spine. "Mhm," she murmured, voice still laced with that post-bliss haze. "More than okay."

Harry smiled, pressing another kiss to her temple before nudging her nose with his. "Good. You did so well for me, baby," he murmured against her lips. "So perfect."

Her face burned at the praise, and she buried it into his shoulder, making him chuckle. "Don't get all shy on me now," he teased, smoothing his hand down her side. "Wanna take care of you, yeah?"

She peeked up at him, brown eyes soft and filled with so much trust that it made his chest ache. She nodded, and that was all he needed. Harry carefully pulled out, both of them wincing from the lack of each other as he whispered an apology.

Harry rolled off the bed, stretching briefly he ran a hand through his curls, stepping into the adjoining bathroom to wet a clean cloth with warm water.

Aspen watched him through lidded eyes, her heart swelling at the sight of him moving around with such care. He didn’t just see this as something casual. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable, wanted her to feel safe, wanted her to know that this meant something to him, because it did.

He returned with the warm cloth, sitting beside her on the bed. "This might be a little cold now, love," he murmured, brushing her hair from her face.

She bit her lip, nodding. "I trust you."

Harry swallowed, that simple statement sending a different kind of warmth through his chest. He cleaned her up gently, being as careful as possible. Every now and then, he’d press a kiss to her shoulder or whisper quiet words of reassurance.

"Still doin’ okay?"

She nodded, sleep creeping into her features. "Yeah."

Harry smiled, tossing the cloth into the laundry bin before pulling the covers up over her body. But Aspen reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his wrist.

"Don’t go," she mumbled.

His brows pulled together, and he shook his head. "Wouldn’t dream of it, angel," he reassured, leaning down to kiss her softly before moving to grab a the pair of his boxers from the floor, knowing she wouldn't be comfortable in her leggings.

"Here, let’s get you dressed," he murmured, sliding them up her legs before grabbing the hoodie from the floor. "Arms up, baby."

Aspen blinked sleepily but obeyed, lifting her arms so he could slide the hoodie over her head. It swallowed her whole, the sleeves too long, the hem falling past her thighs. The smell of him engulfed her with a sweet welcome, making her chest swarm in warmth.

Harry’s lips curled into a fond smile as he took in the sight of her. "Fuck, you’re cute," he muttered, pulling the covers up once more and sliding in beside her.

Aspen immediately curled into him, nuzzling her face against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He ran his fingers through her hair, pressing lazy kisses along her forehead, her temple, her cheek.

"So proud of you," he whispered against her skin. "So fucking proud."

Aspen swallowed, her heart squeezing. "Mhm?"

Harry pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "'F course. You let me love you," he murmured. "You let m'have you. You… you’re everything, Aspen. You always have been."

Her breath hitched, and she felt that familiar burn behind her eyes. But she didn’t want to cry. Not right now. Not when she was wrapped up in his warmth, in his words, in his love.

She lifted her chin slightly, pressing a small, soft kiss to his lips. "I love you," she whispered, the words slipping out naturally.

Harry's fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. "I love you more," he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her forehead.

And as Aspen melted into him, her body relaxing completely, she realized that this, falling asleep in his arms, safe, loved, whole, was exactly where she was meant to be.

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merrybloomwrites · 9 months ago

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Cheese is a Good Thing (Larry x Reader)

Summary: Attending your first Louis Tomlinson concert doesn't exactly go as planned. A trash can full of cheese and a chance encounter on a tour bus lead to a night you'll never forget.

Content Warning: smut, threesome (m, m, f) p-in-v-sex, protected sex, light dom/sub dynamic, one night stand

Word Count: 5.2K

Authors Note: This was supposed to be a very silly oneshot inspired by me actually almost falling in a trashcan full of cheese in order to move out of Oli's way at a concert. And then the devil took over and now it's possibly the smuttiest thing I've written?

I also know that I said I was taking a hiatus from posting, but I already had this started and people expressed interest in Louis x Harry x Reader so I wanted to get one story out there. Hope you enjoy!

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“Y/N, you know I don’t like when you go to things like this by yourself.”

You roll your eyes at your mothers voice, glad that this is just a phone call so she can’t see the gesture.

“Mom, I’m almost 30 years old. I’m smart. I know how to take care of myself.”

“I know. Still makes me nervous. Call me when you get home okay?”

“You know you’ll be asleep before Louis even gets on stage,” you reply. If there’s one thing about your mother that’s never changed, it’s her habit of going to bed early.

“I wish we’d set up that app on my phone so I can see where you are,” she says.

“We did set it up,” you state. “You just don’t know how to use it.”

“Oh, that’s right. How do I find you again?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again at the question, since you’ve taught her how to use Find My Friends about one hundred times.

“I’ve really got to get going, parking is going to be tough so I don’t want to be late.”

“Of course, okay. Have fun and be safe!”

“Thanks mom, I will. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“You’d better, I want to hear all about it!”

You almost laugh at that, since your mother literally has zero idea who Louis Tomlinson is, but you appreciate the effort. After a final goodbye you hang up the call.

Before leaving, you glance in the mirror one last time to make sure everything is in order. Your hair is pulled up in a ponytail, your make up looks perfect, and your simple shorts and tank top sit just right. It’s a hot day, the middle of summer, and the last thing you want is to overheat.

The drive to the venue doesn’t take long, as it’s only a couple of towns over. It’s a smaller place, basically a big parking lot that got turned into a space for concerts. After waiting in line, you finally make your way inside to find a spot. It’s all general admission so you can choose to be anywhere.

The front right by the stage is already completely filled. You could get into the middle of the crowd, but you’d rather hang towards the back. While you do love Louis, it’s still broiling hot out and being surrounded by people doesn’t sound like a fun time.

Towards the back of the space is a large tent which seems to be the control center. Sound and lighting techs are working from there, as well as security personnel. There are metal gates around the tent, with an opening on the side for the staff to come and go.

This is where you station yourself. You’re outside the fence, just behind the opening. There’s a trash can behind you which essentially means no one will be able to press closely to you. Plus, if you lean over towards the fence you get a less obstructed view of the stage.

All in all, you think you’ve secured yourself a pretty good spot. You have a great time listening to the openers, and then Giant Rooks leaves the stage. It’s almost time for you to watch Louis perform live for the first time in your life.

There’s activity in the tent, and you see a man who looks kind of familiar walking out of it rolling some equipment. You try to move back a bit more to be out of his way, but the cart he’s moving still bumps into you.

It doesn’t hurt you, but it does cause you to lose your balance. And honestly, you have the worst coordination, and even worse luck. So it’s no surprise to you when you fall backwards and land not on the ground, but in the garbage can.

There’s something warm and sticky, and you vaguely remember seeing lots of people eating nachos. Cheese. You’ve landed in basically a vat of cooling liquid cheese. Well, that’s unfortunate.

“Holy shit, Are you okay? I'm so sorry.” A strongly accented and very worried sounding voice asks you from above. You look up and see the same man, now realizing that you recognize him from Louis’ documentary. It’s Oli, his best friend and manager. And he’s just sent you flying into a trash can.

“I’m okay,” you reply, more shocked than anything.

“Here,” he says as he thrusts his hand towards you. “Let me get you out of there.”

You place your hand in his and he helps pull you out until you’re standing in front of him.

“Seriously, Are you okay?” He asks. You take a moment to assess if you have any injuries before reassuring him that you are not hurt.

“I am literally covered in cheese sauce though,” you add with a laugh.

“Shit, again I am so sorry. Here, come with me and we’ll get you cleaned up and in some new clothes.”

You decide to trust this man, though you really don’t have a reason to. Maybe your mom was right to be worried about you going to a concert alone, seeing as you’ve landed yourself in quite a predicament.

“You can rinse off in the shower on the bus and there should probably be some clothes you can have. I can grab you a merch shirt to wear if you’d like.”

“Uhm, yea anything not coated in cheese would be perfect,” you reply.

He leads you behind the stage and over to the buses. “I share this one with Louis and a couple guys from the band. They’re due to be getting ready with the sound techs so the bus should be empty,” Oli explains, pointing to the bus at the end. When you reach it he opens the door gesturing for you to enter first.

As it turns out, Oli was wrong. Because the bus certainly is not empty.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim as you process the sight in front of you before you quickly turn to face the other way. Oli walks into the bus and first notices the wide eyes on your face before looking behind you. And what he sees behind you is an image you’ll never erase from your brain.

Because what you’d just walked in on is Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles shirtlessly making out on the couch.

“Oli you better not have brought this girl in here to-”

“To do exactly what you and Harry were doing? Obviously not,” Oli replies.

“Then explain why she’s here.”

“I accidentally pushed her into a garbage bin full of cheese sauce.”

You’re still facing away from them meaning they can easily see the mess on your clothes and skin. There’s a rustling sound and then Louis says, “You can turn around love, I promise we’re decent now.”

You do as instructed and see that the pair are now wearing shirts and are seated next to each other, rather than with Harry straddling Louis' lap like he was when you’d entered.

“Did he really knock you into a trash bin?” Harry asks.

“Yea, he was moving a cart with equipment and it bumped into me,” you explain.

“Mate, you are an idiot,” Louis says with a laugh.

“In his defense, it is pretty difficult to move through the crowd out there,” you clarify.

“Well, it doesn't change the fact that you obviously came here to clean up and find new clothes, right?” Louis asks.

“Exactly,” you answer.

“What’s your name,” Harry asks.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you guys,” you reply.

“I’m going to grab her one of the merch t-shirts, do you think there’s any shorts in here that’ll fit her?” Oli says.

“I think I have something that will work,” Louis replies.

“And bring back an NDA with you,” Harry adds. Oli just nods in understanding and walks out, closing the door behind him.

Harry turns to you and says, “I hope you understand about the NDA. It’s not that we don’t trust you but we’ve been keeping this secret for a while. We’d really like to know that you won’t go around telling people about what you saw.”

“Oh, I totally get that,” you reply. A blush paints your cheeks as you think about what you witnessed.

The two boys watch your reaction and share a look with each other. They seem to communicate silently for a moment before Harry takes a step towards you.

“Did you like what you saw?” He asks. His tone isn’t judgemental, nor is it angry. In fact, it seems to be teasing, or almost hopeful.

“I mean, I promise I looked away the second I realized. I really didn’t see anything,” you answer.

“Would you like to?” Louis asks.

This has your mind basically going offline. Did Louis Tomlinson really just ask if you want to see him and Harry Styles make out? Or maybe even do more than that?

“Aw, babe, she’s blushing. I think he wants to join us,” Harry says to Louis, in a voice certainly meant to make you squirm.

“Oh you’re right, love, she definitely wants to,” Louis replies.

He walks forward, until he’s standing right in front of you. His hands move to cup your face and he asks, “Would it be alright if I kissed you? Wouldn’t want to leave you out of the fun.”

You nod, but he gives you a look, silently telling you to use your words. “Yes, it’s alright,” you confirm. And then his lips are on you. They’re plush, yet demanding, and in no time his tongue is breaching your lips, caressing the inside of your mouth.

As quickly as it began, the kiss ends. It leaves you breathless and dizzy. Louis steps back and you feel like you’ll fall to the floor, except now Harry is there, his hands on your hips. After once again asking your consent, he leans in for a kiss of his own. He’s softer, gentler and yet you’re still melting in his arms after just a moment of his lips pressing against yours.

He pulls away and moves back, giving you space. And not a moment too soon because a second later Oli is reentering the bus holding a bag.

“Lou, everything’s ready, time to go,” he says as he hands you the bag.

“Got it, I’ll meet you out there in a second,” Louis replies.

“You’d better,” Oli lightheartedly threatens before leaving once again.

“Listen,” Louis begins. “You know about the two of us now. And you enjoyed what you saw earlier. And those kisses, well that’s just the start of what we can do. We're staying at a hotel here in town tonight. If you’d like to join us, the invitation is open. Think about it and tell us after the show, okay?”

You look at both of them and see their serious expressions before saying a quiet, “Okay.”

“I have to run before Oli kills me,” Louis says, tuning to kiss Harry goodbye.

“Break a leg babe, I’ll make sure Y/N has what she needs and get her out to watch you,” Harry says. Louis exits the bus and Harry turns to you, adding, “I have a spot we can watch from, the view is perfect. But you need to not be covered in cheese. The bathrooms over here if you want to rinse off and change.”

Harry leads you to the small bathroom, shows you how to use the shower, and hands you a towel before giving you some privacy. You undress and hop in the shower, quickly rinsing off all grime from the trash can. You wrap yourself in the towel and look in the bag of clothes, realizing it’s only shirts. No bottoms. Crap. You’d gotten distracted and forgot to get a pair from Louis before he left.

One glance at your shorts proves there’s no way to salvage them for the evening. After making sure the towel covers you enough, you open the door and poke your head out.

“Hey Harry?” You call, hoping he’s still nearby.

“Yea?” He answers and walks around the corner to see you. When he sees your undressed state there’s an irrefutable look of lust on his face. He quickly schools his expression and says, “Need something?”

“Uhm, Louis was supposed to grab me some shorts?” You say uncertainly.

“Oh right! Let me get something, hold on.”

He’s back a second later handing you a pair of shorts, and you change speedily. Once you finish you start hearing Louis’ intro. You shove your dirty clothes into the bag and Harry leads you out of the bus.

There’s a building just next to the pit that he walks into. The two of you go upstairs to a room with windows. They’re obviously tinted so no one can see in, but you guys can see literally everything from here. There’s speakers as well so the sound is perfect.

Other people are in the room, people who must be close to Louis in some way because none of them are shocked by Harry being there. The show is amazing, Louis does a fantastic job, and you’re so enthralled you almost forget about their offer from earlier.

Almost.

When the show ends, the room clears out, but Harry stays there and asks you to wait with him. A few minutes later Louis enters, literally glistening in sweat. He rushes to Harry, and they meet in a dirty kiss. You audibly gulp at the sight, your body temperature rising.

They turn to you then, and Louis asks, “Did you make a decision?”

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Harry says, and Louis nods seriously beside him. “But we’d love for you to join us if you want.”

You hesitate for a moment. This would be new territory for you. Never before had you slept with two men, let alone two famous men.

And then you stop debating. Because really, you’d be crazy to turn down this offer. “I want to,” you reply, happy to hear how sure and confident you sound.

“Well then, our ride is just downstairs,” Louis says and he leads you both out to a waiting car.

The driver asks no questions as the three of you slide into the backseat. You’re squished in the middle, and highly aware of each point of contact you have with the boys on either side of you. It’s scary, but mostly, it’s exhilarating. You find yourself anxious for the ride to end, eager to get somewhere private.

You enter the hotel through the back door and take a service elevator to the top floor. Louis’ suite is immaculate, and you’d normally be exploring every inch. But you’re not the only one antsy to get things going.

As soon as the door latches shut, Louis is pressed against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and his half hard cock obvious where it pushes on your bum. Harry stands in front of you, his hand going to your face, but he doesn’t lean in. Not until Louis tells him to, and then his mouth immediately finds yours.

You can tell there’s definitely a slight power dynamic here, and Louis seems to be in charge. Which is more than fine by you. Truthfully you’re a bit out of your depth and would love for someone to lead you here.

It’s easy to see that Harry was holding back during the kiss earlier. There’s no more hesitance, and while he may be submissive when it comes to Louis, he definitely has a dominant side if the way he takes control of the kiss is anything to go by.

Harry curls his tongue around yours at the same moment as Louis, now fully hard, grinds against you. The two sensations together pull a needy moan from your mouth as your body goes lax. Louis tightens his grip and Harry moves closer in order to keep you upright.

“My turn,” Louis says and Harry immediately removes his lips and moves his hands away from your face. One of Louis’ finds your chin and he grips it lightly in order to turn your head to the side. He crashes his lips against yours and Harry’s hands start to explore your body.

“Please,” you whimper out, unsure what you need but knowing that it’s just more.

“Sound so pretty when you beg,” Louis says.

“And while you do look fantastic in my husband's merch,” Harry says, “how about we get you out of it for now?”

You nod, loving the sound of getting rid of the clothes that now feel unpleasant on your sensitive and overheated skin. Harry slips your shirt over your head as Louis shimmies your shorts off, leaving you in your simple bra and panties. Both boys then remove their own shirts, and you pause a moment to take in their bare torsos. Their skin feels so smooth as you run your fingertips over their newly exposed tattoos.

Your hands continue moving south, until they glide over both of the boys' hard cocks, causing the sweetest sounds to ring out. Emboldened by their noises of desire, you slowly sink to your knees.

“Please,” you say again, this time clearly knowing what you want. Harry and Louis know as well, and waste no time removing the rest of their clothing. Your mouth waters at the two beautiful cocks as they’re revealed to you. While Louis is a tad longer, Harry is definitely wider. But truthfully, you have no doubt that they both would satisfy you immensely.

You start by wrapping a hand around each of them, gripping just firm enough to give a hint of pleasure. You lean to Louis first, licking his tip before moving to do the same for Harry. You feel them shiver in pleasure and decide to take it further. Turning back to Louis, you wrap your lips around him, moving down a couple inches until he brushes the back of your throat. You pull back slightly and begin to move up and down, using your hand for the base that doesn’t fit.

When his moans grow louder you pull off, turning to Harry and repeating the process. Your lips stretch around him, and you feel more arousal drip into your already wet underwear. After a minute, you’re being pulled to your feet and both boys kiss you messily before maneuvering so you’re lying on your back in bed.

“Harry, why don’t you show her how much we appreciate what she just did for us,” Louis says. Once again, Harry doesn’t think, just acts. You jolt at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to your clit over your panties.

“Jesus, love, you’re fucking drenched. Lou, you have to see this.”

Next you feel Louis’ fingers moving along the gusset of your underwear before he says, “You’re just gushing baby. Why don’t we get this off, they’re ruined anyway, won’t do you much good.”

You nod vigorously, wanting him to remove them and hoping he’ll do the same with your bra so you can be completely free, completely bare in front of them. You’re in luck, because as he slowly slips the material down your legs, Harry takes care of your bra for you, leaning down to wrap his lips around each breast in turn.

“She’s ready for you,” Louis says. “Switch with me.”

Harry does so, and he immediately begins eating you out. It starts gentle, but just for a moment. A couple kisses to your thighs quickly turns into him running his tongue along your folds and then drawing circles on your clit.

He teases your hole more than once, but never enters which drives you wild. He continues working you up while Louis takes over playing with your breasts, kissing and placing light bites to your nipples. That’d never brought you pleasure before but mixing with what Harry’s doing, it has you seeing stars in no time at all.

Together the two of them bring you to your first orgasm of the night. It crashes over you in waves, and leaves you moaning and thrashing on the bed.

You try to catch your breath, but they barely give you a break before switching spots and starting the process over again. But this time Louis does more than tease your hole. His tongue breaches your entrance first before he replaces it with two fingers.

They curl just right and he instantly finds that perfect spot inside of you. His mouth moves to your clit, sucking it in while his fingers continue their ministrations inside you.

Meanwhile, Harry’s hands are roaming your body, leaving tingly hot sensations over every bit of skin they find. He’s also murmuring in your ear, his warm breath blowing on your neck as he says things like, “Love those pretty noises you’re making for us,” and, “Just listen to how wet you are,” and, “Gonna be a good girl for us? Come again, all over Lou’s hand?”

The combination of those words being said in Harry’s low, gruff voice, and Louis fingers and tongue working you up just right has you hurtling into your next orgasm. You cry out again and it rolls through you, even more intense than the last one.

“Fuck,” Harry says. “You just squirted, why didn’t you tell us you could do that? I might’ve worked harder, which you’d gushed on my face like that.”

“I didn’t- I what? I’ve never done that before. I didn’t know.” Your mind is fuzzy but you try to reply. You can’t believe that just happened. And they liked it? They weren’t grossed out?

You must’ve said that last question out loud because Louis is up by your face a moment later saying, “Not at all. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Think you have one more in you? Can you take Harry in that perfect cunt?”

“I think so,” you reply, laying bonelessly on the bed.

“You think? Do you want to stop here? We don’t want to push you too far,” Louis says, his voice gentler now.

“No! I don’t want to stop. I can take it, I promise,” you reply. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but the idea of stopping before they’ve both come has you feeling almost guilty. You want them to feel the same kind of pleasure they already gave you.

“Okay, just let us know if it’s too much and we’ll stop,” he says before stepping away for a moment.

He comes back with two foil packets and a small bottle. He and Harry both open a packet and you watch as they each slide a condom down their lengths.

“Lou’s gonna fuck me while I fuck this pretty pussy, does that sound good to you?” Harry says.

“Sounds perfect,” you answer.

You’re still laying on your back, definitely earning a pillow princess title but everyone seems to be fine with that. Harry’s hands gently grip your thighs and he pushes your legs open wide, kneeling in between to get into position. But instead of lining up with your entrance, he gets on his hands and knees.

You realize that they’d opened you up already, but Harry needs prep too before he can take Louis. You expect Louis to finger him open, but gasp along with Harry when Louis pulls a plug out of Harry instead. You realize that’s been there all night, was probably put in shortly before you walked in on them earlier.

The thought sends another wave of desire through you, and while a second ago you weren’t sure how much more you could take, now you're desperate to be filled.

“You ready baby girl?” Louis asks, coming over to press another kiss to your lips. The gentle peas of his lips to yours settles you, and when he pulls away there’s a calm smile on your face and you reply, “I’m ready.”

“Okay. Harry, show our girl what you can do.”

A moment later you feel Harry’s tip at your entrance. You thought they’d opened you up before, but you must’ve underestimated Harry’s size, because you feel each second of him gently pushing inside. It’s a pleasant pain that quickly shifts to only pleasure.

“One more thing,” Louis says before lifting your hips to slide a pillow under you. Harry moves as well, and you moan as he hits even deeper inside you. This also puts him in a better position to take Louis from behind.

You feel, more than see, when Louis slides into Harry. He thrusts gently inside you, and leans down to bite your neck while letting out the neediest whine you’ve ever heard come from a man. It’s also possibly the hottest sound you’ve ever heard from a man.

They fall into a rhythm, controlled by Louis, and the three of you fall speechless. The room is filled with a cacophony of moans and whimpers, as well as the noises being made by your bodies connecting over and over.

You come first, your walls squeezing around Harry’s cock, pulling him in impossibly deeper. Your body feels almost numb, somewhat tingly, and your brain grows even fuzzier. It’s like there’s a disconnect between the two. It’s a weird feeling, but not unpleasant.

Harry’s thrusts start to grow sloppy and he tucks his head into your neck as he comes. You feel the pulsing of his cock inside you, and his moans vibrate against your neck. Even after he’s finished, he remains inside and you can feel the way Louis is moving in him as it jostles you as well.

Louis whines grow higher until he stills, holding himself flush to Harry before finally pulling out. Harry slides out of you as well, slowly and gently, knowing you’re probably sore after three rounds with them.

They lay on either side of you, each wrapping and arm over your waist. After you all catch your breath Louis asks, “You okay love?”

A smile spreads on your face as you reply, “I’m so, so okay. That was amazing.”

“Glad you liked it,” Harry says.

You continue to bask in the afterglow until Harry finally states, “We should probably get cleaned up.”

You suddenly become aware of how sticky your legs are and reply, “That’s probably a good idea. Any chance you have spare sheets?” Your mind and body are fully reconnected now and you can feel how soaked the bed is under you.

“Better yet, there’s a second bedroom. Completely unused bed in there,” Louis informs you.

He gets up, reaching a hand out, helping you stand as well. The three of you end up taking a shower and they gently clean you up, pressing only the gentlest kisses to any marks they left on your skin.

After drying off you end the night in a soft, comfortable bed, Harry on one side and Louis on the other. They whisper praises, telling you how good you were, how much they enjoyed their time with you. You fall asleep feeling more satisfied than you can remember ever being before.

Soft light filters through curtains the next morning when you wake up. Harry is still in bed, awake and scrolling on his phone.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” He asks.

“Wonderfully. How about you?”

“Best rest I;v;e had in weeks,” he answers with a soft smile. “Lou’s just getting everything ready. We need to leave in an hour to get to the next venue,” he informs you.

“Oh, yea, I should probably be going.” No sense dragging it out anymore, now that the night is over.

“Of course not. You can’t go until you’ve had breakfast with us. I mean, we didn’t buy you dinner before getting you into bed, the least we can do is get you some breakfast after,” he says with a laugh, his dimples showing and making you blush. “It should be here soon. We didn’t know what you’d like so we got a few options.”

“Thanks, that’s really kind of you.”

Harry pulls you in and you relax in his embrace until Louis pops into the room saying “Food’s here.”

You move to get out of bed and then realize that you’re not wearing anything. Louis notices your predicament and disappears again before returning with the other t-shirt Oli had gotten you the previous evening, as well as a clean pair of boxers and shorts and your own bra. He leaves again giving you privacy to get dressed, which you do quickly.

You join them for breakfast, happy to see they've gotten pancakes, your favorite. Louis also pours you a cup of tea, making it a perfect start to the day.

“Oh, by the way, where is your car parked?” Louis asks.

Truthfully you’d forgotten you had a car. Had forgotten life outside this hotel exists. So you pull up your phone and look at the dropped pin you’d placed last night to remember when you’d parked.

“It’s just a few blocks from here,” you say, showing him the screen.

“Ok perfect, a member of my team will be here in a minute to grab your key and pick it up to bring it to the hotel.”

“Oh that’s alright, I don’t mind walking.” Though as you say it, you realize it’d be a walk of shame, which you’re not thrilled about.

“I insist. Don’t want you walking that far, especially not after last night,” he adds with a cheeky smile. You blush for the thousandth time, knowing exactly what he’s thinking about.

Someone does come to grab your key, effectively ending the walk down memory lane. The three of you chat for a bit, the boys asking you questions about yourself before Louis shifts awkwardly and says, “I noticed the NDA in the bag when I was grabbing your shirt. I truly hate to ask but-”

“You don’t have to ask. Of course I’ll sign.”

“Thank you love, it just gives us peace of mind.”

“I’m more than happy to.” You promptly get up to grab the papers and a pen, handing it to Louis once completed. “I really enjoyed spending the night with you guys. And not just the sex, but everything else too. You really take aftercare seriously,” you say with an awkward laugh.

“Well, we do pride ourselves on being gentlemen,” Harry replies, flashing you another dazzling smile.

Louis receives a text a minute later and says, “They’ve got your car downstairs, and we really should be getting going.”

You all stand up and they each pull you in for a hug.

“I think I speak for both of us when I say we really enjoyed last night,” Harry says.

Louis adds, “Absolutely. We’re so glad you agreed to be with us.”

“Well I’m just happy falling into a trash can full of cheese actually had a good outcome.”

They both laugh at that before each giving you one more kiss and saying goodbye.

You drive home in a daze and spend the day just thinking about the events of the previous night. You call your mother as promised, telling her a mostly fabricated story of your night which to her knowledge, ended with you arriving home before midnight.

And when you watch a livestream of Louis’ show that evening and hear him mention how much he loves nacho cheese, you know it’s his way of saying he’s thinking of you.

You know you’ll remember that night for a long time, and hope they will as well.

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AN: Thanks for reading, I'd love to hear what you thought about this first Larry x reader story! Requests are open if there's anything you'd want to see in the future

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MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT TAYLOR'S VERSION

Thank you so much for all the support you've shown to the Taylor's version of My tortured drivers department so far! My inbox is full and I couldn't be more grateful for absolutely everything <3

In this list there are fics that haven't been adopted by a driver yet, so remember that, to request one, just send me a message on my Tumblr inbox with the driver you want me to write about alongside the song that will inspire the fic.

If a plot is already chosen by a driver, don't worry! When Taylor's ones end, we still have the upcoming My tortured drivers department options with the following: ⋆ One Direction ⋆ Louis Tomlinson ⋆ Harry Styles ⋆ Niall Horan ⋆ Little Mix ⋆ Camila Cabello

As for the Taylor Swift fics, these are the ones that haven't been requested yet:

1. TIM MCGRAW Driver of your choice x Reader After spending all the summer together, it's finally time to say goodbye to your summer love... but you won't be leaving until you him a note with a Spotify playlist that contains a secret message

2. TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR Nico Rosberg x Reader You meet with your best friend and, when you expect him to confess his feelings for you, he ends up telling you he has a crush for your best friend

3. TIED TOGETHER WITH A SMILE Driver of your choice x Reader You pretend to be ok and pretend your burnt out feeling because of your job isn't real. However, your boyfriend knows you quite well and tries to calm you down when you explote during a vacation with your family

4. I'M ONLY ME WHEN I'M WITH YOU Driver of your choice x Reader You're just tired of faking to the public something you're not, so your boyfriends decides to help you out a little bit

5. SPEAK NOW Driver of your choice x Reader ⋆ SMUT He's about to get married, but he also promised you to runaway from his wedding just to be with you. Luckily, he kept his promise

6. NEVER GROW UP Driver of your choice x Reader It's your child's first birthday and the nostalgia of your pregnancy and birth is inevitable

7. OURS Jenson Button x Reader (requested by anon!) No one wants you together, but the truth is that you don't actually give a them f about what other people may think about you

8. TELL ME WHY Driver of your choice x Reader ⋆ SMUT You're confused on how your relationship works and you want more than just pure sex, but you're so unsure to ask him what you really are

9. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR Driver of your choice x Reader You're fucked, so fucked up, after having an argument and telling him his Formula 1 career is done. Even you know you're wrong, you're so reluctant to do it that it might be a matter of live or death for your relationship

10. TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE Mick Schumacher x Reader Your boyfriend decides to surprise you with your childhood dream: taking you to Disneyland Paris

11. I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBE Driver of your choice x Reader After many problematics with the press, fans and the Formula 1 organization itself, you realized what you were thinking about all the time: that you were in a toxic relationship

12. ALL TOO WELL Jenson Button x Reader The age gap didn't work out; his actions towards you, neither. You try to remember the good moments you lived, but the bad ones... you remember them all too well

13. WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER Driver of your choice x Reader You ex boyfriend can't stop calling you to ask you for a second chance. Instead, you decide to give him an opportunity, but only to meet with him in your favourite coffee shop to tell him that you will never get back together

14. BABE Oscar Piastri x Reader (requested by anon!) You thought you were having the perfect relationship until he is honest with you and tells you he's been cheating on you for a year

15. END GAME Lando Norris x Reader Y/N, after dating too many guys for fun, is finally ready to settle down her mind by starting dating her brother’s best friend

16. I DID SOMETHING BAD Jenson Button x Alonso!Reader (requested by anon!)⋆ SMUT He has a night one stand with you, his friend's daughter. He knows that’s bad, but why the forbidden feels so good?

17. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO Max Verstappen x Actress!Reader After breaking up with his boyfriend of three years, Y/N decides to move forward and show people that she wasn’t the villain of their story

18. GETAWAY CAR Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris After having a relationship with his teammate, and having broken up with him after many years dating, Y/N just need him as a getaway car.

19. AUGUST Charles Leclerc x Reader You spend your summer dating someone who happened to be dating another girl, but the truth is that, when you find out, you just want that person to choose you for the rest of his life

20. ILLICIT AFFAIS Driver of your choice x Reader You're tired of keeping your relationship a secret, specially considering the age gap between you both. When you tell him you're sick of it, he shows up his real you (or, maybe, the one you didn't want to see as you were, and still are, so in love)

21. EPIPHANY Single dad!Driver of your choice x Doctor!Reader The days in the hospital are quite busy, your little patiences aren't doing so well and you really can't do anything to make them feel better. Imposter's syndrome is hitting hard, but one of the dad's of the kids you're treating just wants to know your work and, more than that, you, are more worth than you think

22. THE LAKES Driver of your choice x Baker!Reader You were tired of your life; better said: you weren't happy with your life. After an unsuccessful marriage you decide to move to a little town with the only goal of just opening your bakery and staying as calm as possible, trying to reconnect with yourself. What you didn't expect was that one of your customers was, actually, what you needed to find the joy again

23. CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS Driver of your choice x Reader To everyone, you were the perfect Formula 1 couple. Things take a turn for the worse when he decides to propose to you during the FIA Prize Giving and you deny it, unsure of what the future holds for you both

24. LONG STORY SHORT Liam Lawson x Reader After years battling with yourself, you finally feel like leaving your past behind. However, crossing paths with the person that hurt and loved you the most at the same time feels like that past wasn't exactly a long story short as you thought

25. IT'S TIME TO GO Driver of your choice x Pregnant!Reader He was his everything for you, but you weren't for him. After seeing him flirting in some dating apps with some girls, and even meeting with some of them, you decide it's time to go... even id that means raising your child by yourself

26. ANTI-HERO Driver of your choice x Driver teammate!Reader Your team isn't as strong as you thought it would be with him, but after seeing the news, everything is being said about you and, specially, after a meeting with your team to discuss you leaving before the season even ends, make you realize that, definitely, you're the problem

27. VIGILANTE SHIT Spy!Oscar Piastri x Ex girlfriend spy!Reader (requested by anon!)⋆ SPY AU You were his everything, but now you're his worst nightmare. After finding out he was the real reason behind you being found guilty of crimes you didn't commit, you decide to disappear just to plan a revenge to make his life a living hell

30. MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS Driver of your choice x Reader You just want him to be like your friends' boyfriends: nice, romantic, pulling up the question and start building a family together. To your not so surprise, all he answers is no, breaking your dreams in a thousand pieces and making you realize you're just a toy to have fun with

31. I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART Boyfriend!Driver of your choice x Singer!Reader Paparazzis post pictures of him kissing a girl and, before you go to stage with him in the backstage, you just have to fake everything till the very end of your first show of your worldwide tour

32. SO HIGH SCHOOL ⋆ University AU For now: Oscar Piastri x Reader / Charles Leclerc x Reader / Carlos Sainz x Reader / George Russell x Reader / Max Verstappen x Reader One of your projects in your Journalism degree is interviewing someone from the Sciences field. You can't find anyone until he sees you struggling in the library and he offers to be interviewed by you. In that moment, you feel like back in high school since that Engineering student is way too nice with you

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holdinonto-heartache · 1 year ago

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Got a Light?

Summary: You and Louis meet at the bar, well over a lighter outside, but the party continues inside before it ends back at his house.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, cigarette smoking, oral (both), hair pulling, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, just absolutely filthy

Not a request / not edited

Your lights clicks and gives spark, but no flame, "Fucking hell." You sigh and drop your lighter into your purse.

You look around, on the hunt for a lighter, and your eyes land on him.

You keep your cigarette between your pointer and middle finger and walk up to him. He does a double take before turning to you fully, "Hello."

You smile and tilt your head, "Hi." You hold up your hand, "You don't happen to have a lighter do you? Mine died and I really need this."

You hold up your hand that's holding the cigarette and he chuckles with a nod and reaches into the chest pocket of his jean jacket, "Here ya go." He reaches his arm out and flicks the lighter on.

He watches as you put the cigarette between your lipstick-faded lips and lean in to take a drag.

You lean back and take the cigarette from your lips, smiling at him as you exhale the smoke, "Thank you so much."

He nods, "Anytime." He holds out the lighter and you give him a confused look as you take another drag.

"Keep it. I've got plenty." He winks and you smile as you take it, "Thank you. Again"

He stares at you for a few seconds, "I'm Louis."

"Y/N." You bring the cigarette to your lips and Louis steps closer, "So, y/n. Are you coming or going?"

You shrug, "I was coming, but then my friends ditched me so now I'm kinda stuck on what to do.

He rolls his eyes, "Fuckin idiots. I'm sorry, love. Do you need a lift home?"

You look at him and smile, "Are you coming or going?"

He smirks and tilts his head as he shrugs, "I'm doing whatever you're doing." He flicks his cigarette into the street and exhales the smoke before turning towards you, "That is, if you're okay with that."

"You gave me a lighter, of course I'm okay with that."

He smirks, "Alright then."

You take the last drag before flicking it into the street with his, "Ready?"

"Ready."

You make your way back into the club with Louis by your side. You make your way back to the bar, "What are ya havin, love?" Louis leans in and yells over the music.

"I'll have whatever you're having." You say back, "Surprise me."

"Two vodka Red Bulls, please." Louis orders his drinks and looks over at you, "That okay?" You nod with a smile, "That's actually my drink of choice, too."

His mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen, "Shut the fuck up. No way."

You nod again and laugh, "Yes way."

He taps his fist against the bar, "Look at that. We're meant to be."

——

Five vodka Red Bulls later and it sure seems that way.

You and Louis are perfect together.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says into your ear, "Your dress is fucking.. fuck." He pulls your hips closer to him, "Where the fuck have you been all my life?"

You turn around to face him and he puts his leg between yours. You grind to the beat of the song as you stare up at him, "Asking myself that too."

He smiles and shakes his head, "Come here." He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into kiss him. Your hands grip his shirt, whimpering against his lips.

You needed him.

"Please."

He leans back and chuckles, "Mm. Eager little one, ain't cha.." he leans in, "I like you."

You bite your lip, "I think.." you press your fingers to his lips, "we need a cigarette."

He laughs and keeps his eyes on you as you grab his hand and pull him out. He grabs his jacket off of the back of the chair and out the door you guys go.

"Mm. Nope." Louis grabs your hand and pulls you to him, "Here." He puts the unlit cigarette between his lips and lays his jacket over your shoulders.

You smile and lose your balance as you look at him, tripping backwards. Louis catches you, "Whoa. Fuck. Hey now." He wraps his arm around your waste and looks down at you, "Ya alright there, darlin'?"

You giggle and bring the cigarette up to your lips, "Mhm." He smiles after taking his own from his lips, "Now hold still."

He raises his eyebrows as he flicks the lighter on. Your eyes focus on the flame as he gives you a light.

You take a drag and remove it from your lips, exhaling the smoke with a sigh, "You have really pretty eyes, Louis." You tilt your head and look into them, "You know that?"

He smiles and you can tell he's getting shy, "Thank you, y/n." He takes another drag and smirks when he realizes you're still staring at him.

"Fuck." He smiles with a cute laugh.

"You're so pretty." You run your fingers up his neck and he tilts his head, chuckling, "You're very pretty to look at too.. but you know what?"

You take the last drag of your cigarette before flicking it and tilt your head, "Hmm?" You blow out the smoke and Louis leans in, "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

You grip his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, "Don't say things you don't mean."

His head snaps towards you and he grips your waist, "Who fuckin' said I didn't mean it? Because I do." He backs you up against the wall, "You are the most.." he tilts his head, "You know.."

You slip your hand under his shirt and rest your head against the brick, "Tell me."

His eyes move from your lips back up to your eyes a few times fast before he leans in and presses his lips to yours, mumbling against your lips, "I used to never believe in that love at first sight bullshit.."

He leans back and brushes hair from your face, " But now I think I do."

You smile big and pull him in, "Let's go."

——

You and Louis stumble through the door of his close by apartment, hands roaming each other's newly found territory.

"You're such a fuckin' beauty." He grabs your face with his hands, examining just how much a beauty you actually are.

"I want..." you lick your lips and rest your cheek into his hand, "You to use me in anyway you want."

He's slightly taken aback for a moment, but doesn't deny, "If I hurt you, tell me, yeah?"

You nod, "Got it."

He lifts you up, pulling your dress up over your ass as he walks you to the couch, "Got me achin', babe." He sits down and you instantly lean in and kiss him, knocking his hat off his head as you run your hands up his hair.

He tilts his head to the side as you kiss down his neck. A throaty moan quietly escapes his lips as you leave a mark, "Shit."

His hand slides up your back, tangling around your hair. He gives your head a gently yank and tilts your head to look at him.

"Can I suck your cock?" You ask innocently, and that drives Louis wild. He smirks and nods, "You read my mind, babe."

You shuffle off of him, getting onto your knees in front of him. You slide your hands up the top of his thighs to the top of his pants. His eyes stay on your face as you shrug them down.

"So big." You whisper as you pull his cock from his boxers. You hum slightly as your eyes move up to his and you lean forward to lick up the underside of his cock.

His gasps slightly and tilts his head back as his hand goes to your head, "Fuck."

He look down at you, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, "Even more gorgeous than I imagined."

You smile and spit before slowly taking half of him in. You hallow out your cheeks and Louis groans, "Fu-" he gasps as you take him in fully, surprising both of you.

You gag around him slightly as he holds your head down. He rubs his thumb against your head a few times before pulling your head up by your hair.

"I want to see your makeup running down your face."

You nod and take a deep breath as you prepare to have him in your throat again, "You're so fuckin good at this."

He enters your throat again, moaning as he slowly thrusts upward while holding your head, "doing so good.." he sighs, "So fucking good."

Squelching fills your ears as he thrusts his hips upward. You feel the tears well up in your eyes, burning once it mixes with your mascara.

"Shit." He pulls you off and cups your cheeks, "So vulnerable, I love it."

You smile, still breathing heavy and he nods, "Come on." He helps you to your feet and throws you over his shoulder.

You press your hands to his back, pushing yourself up so you're not hanging down. He slides you down the front of him and gently tosses you down onto his bed.

"Take your dress off, babe. Need to see all of you." Louis smirks and steps back, to take his shirt off.

You move to get your dress off, quickly but elegantly and Louis is on you before your dress hits the floor.

His face is pressed in the valley between your boobs, leaving little kisses as he moves down. You start breathing faster as he kisses down your stomach.

Louis grips the think straps on your panties and pulls them down your legs. You lift them so he can pull them off your feet.

Louis kisses from your ankles and up the inside of your legs, and just as he's about to reach where you need him most, his eyes move up to yours, "You've got a beautiful pussy."

Your heart skips a beat and you say without any hesitation, "Probably tastes better, too."

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, "Mm." He spreads your folds apart with his pointer and middle fingers, using his other hand to hold up your leg.

He examines just how wet you are before dipping his head in and slipping his tongue inside.

You lay your hand on the back of his head and gasp as the same time, "Louis." You breathe out as you squeeze your eyes shut, "Fuck."

His hands slip under your thighs, hooking his arms them. He allows you to push his head into you as you move your hips up and down, moaning.

"Fffuck." You drag out, "Yes, yes." You tilt your head back and dig your heels into his back.

You've never came this fast with anyone before.

Your back arches off the bed and you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling as you clench around his tongue.

He drops a hand down and presses his fingers to your clit, giving a slight back and forth motion which is exactly what you needed because he has you like putty in the palm of his hand.

You whine out, "fuck, yes yes." You look down at him, face scrunched up as you cum on his tongue, "Louis."

You whimper as you ease your grip on his hair and he brings his head up, "You cum already?" He sounds surprised, "Such a good fuckin girl."

He crawls up, bringing his lips to yours. You lay your hands on the side of his head and moan as soon as his tongue delivers the taste of yourself.

"You like tasting yourself, baby? Hmm?" He nudges his nose against your cheek, "You're such a dirty fucking girl."

You smile up at him, laying a finger on his lips, "I've never came that fast with anyone, Louis."

He raises his eyebrows quick and smirks, "Guess we really are meant to be." He winks and reaches down to push your leg up while his other holds up his weight.

He grabs his cock, rubbing it against your soaked cunt before eagerly slipping in. His hand slaps onto your thigh, digging his finger tips in as he groans, "Fuck, baby girl."

Your eyes roll back and you moan at the feeling of him stretching you, and his choice of words.

You loved him, even if it was just the alcohol talking.

"So good." You pant out with a whimper, "fuck me please."

He leans down, resting his forehead on yours as he pulls out slowly and re-enters you, "I wanna just feel you first." He lets his cock rest inside of you, "You feel so good."

His voice is low, raspy and very, very sexy.

"You make me feel so good." You drag you nails down his chest, "wanna ride you." You move your hips and look up at him.

He looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, he just leans down and kisses you before moving to sit against the wall on the bed.

He holds his hands out and you smile and move to straddle him. Nothing else is said until his cock his back inside of you.

You both gasp in unison, pulling each other as close as you can, "I don't know.." he starts out saying in between kissing you, "If it's the alcohol.. or.. what.. but.."

"I love you." You cut him off and he freezes.

Oh fuck. Was that the wrong thing to say?

He starts to chuckle while nodding slightly, "Yeah, yeah.. that."

You lay your hands on his shoulders and drag them down his biceps, gently tracing over his scar as you do, "I think.. we go with the flow.." you lean in close to him, "And see if we still feel like this when we wake up."

He wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, "Fair enough." He smirks and tilts his head, "Now where were we?"

You lean in, finding a rhythm with his lips as you start to bounce on his cock. Another orgasm slowly creeping up on you, "Close." You mumble out, "So close."

Louis kisses down the front of your neck and moans as he rests his head on you, "Taking my cock so well, babe. Keep going."

You whimper in response, focusing on keeping your rhythm steady.

"L-Louis." You moan and tilt your head down, his lips finding yours instantly.

His fingertips dig into your skin as you clench around him, "Where.. where do you want me to cum?" He moans into your neck and slides a hand down to your ass, squeezing it hard.

"In me."

"In you? Fuck. Alright." He leans forward with a smile and lays you back on the bed. He starts to thrust, hard and fast while he holds onto your left leg.

You arch your back and squeeze his cock, moaning as you finally come undone.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, emptying himself completely.

"Oh fuck." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he looks down at you, "You're incredible."

You bite your lip and gasp quietly as he pulls his now semi-soft cock out of your leaking cunt. You smile up at him, "No.. you're incredible."

He tosses you a clean towel and laughs, "I really do like you, y/n."

You clean up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I like you, Louis. A lot."

He smiles and leans into kiss you, and it's this moment you remembered that you have mascara smudged all over, "Oh no." You lean back and try and wipe it off but he stops you.

"You look beautiful like this, a mess.. for me.."

You bite your lips and interlock your fingers with his, "you may as well just come in here with me."

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Just a quick oneshot Hope you enjoyed!

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