“Daddy! Daddy look!” You daughter yells as they up up to Niall, “Look.”
“What’d ya find, sweetheart?” Niall says leaning over and holding his hand out under hers, “Oh wow.”
“It’s a cap-a-per-ler.”
You smile and chuckle quietly at your daughter who tried to pronounce caterpillar, “Yes, honey. A caterpillar.”
“That’s a pretty one, you know what. This caterpillar will eventually turn into a beautiful butterfly.” Niall looks up at your daughters face.
She smiles and jumps up and down, “butterfly! Butterfly!”
“Yes, now why don’t you go and gently set it down on that big leaf over there, I’m sure they’re super hungry want some of that yummy green leaf.” Niall points and leans back against the wall as your daughter runs away chanting “butterfly”.
“She’s so you.” He says looking over at you, “I love her so much.”
You smile and shake your head, “She’s the perfect mix of both of us.”
You and Niall sit on the ground, watching your daughter run and play. Your eyes move to Niall and you can’t help but feel so turned on by him.
He’s so gentle and caring, but also stern and assertive when needed and let’s just say,
Niall in dad mode is whole other mood.
You pull out your phone, quickly snapping a picture of Niall as he leans back against the wall. His arms are rested on his thighs, hands perfectly placed in his lap. A smile stays plastered on his face as he watches your little girl jump and pick flowers from the ground.
“You taking pictures of me?”
Niall’s voice catches you off guard as you realize you had been caught lusting over him, “Maybe.” You smirk, “You just might have to come over here and find out.”
He smirks and shakes his head, letting out a sigh as he heaves himself up from his leaned back position, “Maybe I will.”
He crawls over to you, reaching for your phone but you extend it backwards, laughing as he moves further up your body, “Not going to make it easy are ya?”
“Do I ever?” You fall back onto the grass, laughing as Niall kisses your neck playfully, his arm still reaching to try and grab the device.
“Niall.” You laugh, “Don’t you do-“
You let out a yell, laughing as his fingers dig into your sides. He tickles you, “Just drop it.” He laughs and pulls your arm.
You can’t speak, you’re laughing so hard until Niall falls off of you, rolling onto the grass.
“Don’t tickle mommy!” Your daughter yells as she leans down at Niall.
Niall tries so hard to hide him wanting to laugh so you divert her attention, “Hey, baby girl. Did you save mama?”
She nods, “Daddy no tickle.”
You smirk and glance over at Niall who’s still laying in the grass, “Daddy was just playing.”
“Yeah, like this.” Niall sits up and slowly wiggles his fingers at her. She lets out a squeal and runs away giggling.
Niall gets up and immediately chases after her, running around pretending like he’s going to get her.
You rest your chin on your knees, wondering how you got so lucky, but that feeling is quickly emptied and replaced with the feeling of needing Niall in a way that was only allowed in the presence of you and Niall only.
Niall in dad mode made you ache at your core.
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You glance over and see Niall and your daughter asleep on the couch together. She’s cuddled into his side, all nice and peaceful.
You pull your phone out, taking yet another picture.
Your gallery is full of their sweet faces.
You lean against the arm of the couch, scrolling through the pictures and videos.
The more you looked at Niall, the more you needed him.
You set your phone down, looking over at him. You tap his leg that was rested on your thigh a few times.
Nothing.
You sigh, slowly growing more frustrated.
“Niall.” You say quietly, trying not to wake your child, “Baby. Hey.” You tap his leg a few more times and finally his eyes flicker open, “Hmm.”
“Hey, why don’t you let me take her to bed.” You move his leg and get up.
“No, it’s fine.” Niall snuggles his head against his arm.
You bite your lip and lean down, kissing just below his ear, “I’ll let you take me to bed.”
His eyes snap open, “What?”
“Shh, don’t wake her up.” You scoop up the sleeping girl and hold her to your chest, “Meet me in the bedroom.”
You walk away, carrying your baby to her room. You tuck her into her big girl bed that still makes your heart sink a little. You press your lips together and gently press them to her head, whispering a quiet “goodnight.”
You flip on her nightlight and shut the door.
You take a deep breathe, hoping Niall met you in the bedroom like you had requested.
You round the corner to your room and see Niall sitting on the bed, “She stay asleep?”
You nod and walk in, slipping your shirt off over your head “Yep.”
You shut the door with your foot and walk over to him.
“Am I to undress too?”
You nod your head, “Yep.” You kick your leggings off your body and crawl onto the bed, straddling Niall’s body as your lips find his.
You’re starving for him.
“I need you so bad.” You whine against his lips.
His hands travel up and down your sides and squeeze your ass, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He rolls you over, laying his body next to yours, “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you, daddy.”
He moans against your skin, “Tell me more.”
“I need you to touch me.”
His fingers slide down to the edge of your panties, “Here?”
“No. Lower.” You bite your lip as his hand slips into them, “Lower.”
“Here?” His fingers press against your clit.
“Yes, daddy.”
His fingers start to move in circles, his speed slowly building up. Your moans are constant and your back arches off the bed, “Fuck.”
“Is this all you wanted?” Niall asks as he kisses over your collar bone as he waits for you to answer.
“N-no.. I need more, daddy. I need more.” You pant out as you buck your hips. He pulls his hand away and starts to push down your underwear. You kick them off quickly and grab his hand, placing it right between your legs.
“You’re so eager tonight.” He chuckles as he rubs his fingers between the folds of your pussy, “And wet. What has you this turned on?”
“You do, daddy.” You grab his neck and pull him in to kiss him. You moan against his lips as his fingers plunge deep inside of you.
“Fuck.” You gasp out, “So good.”
He works his fingers in and out of you, bringing you closer to what you need most. You clench around him, begging your body for release.
“So close.” You whimper against his lips, “Fuck.”
His thumb rubs against your clit as his fingers curl inside, “Come on, mama. Cum for me.”
You moan at his words as you dig your nails into his shoulder, “Daddy.” You’re trying to stay quiet, “Shit.”
Niall leans down, wrapping his lips around your nipple. The added pleasure sends you overboard and you’re body twitches as you hold his hand between your legs, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”
He leans up, kissing the corner of your mouth, “I knew you could do it. Now come over here.” He rolls onto his back, discarding his clothes as fast as possible.
He holds onto your hips and holds his cock straight for you to slide down into him. You sink down with a moan, “Fuck, been needing this all day.”
“Me too, baby.” His eyes scan over your body, his lip pulls between his hip, “You’re one hot mama.”
You smile and bite your lip, tucking hair behind your ear as you bring your hips up, sinking back down onto him.
Niall watches as his cock disappears into you and reappears as you bounce back up.
“Fuck.” His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh. His hips buck upward to meet your thrusts a few times, stopping to let you do it yourself.
He lays his head back, eyes locked onto your face. He enjoys watching your face twist with pleasure and how your jaw goes slack as you moan.
“Fucking shit.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, taking in the feeling of you riding his cock.
“Fuck, daddy.” You gasp, “I’m going to cum again.”
Niall looks up at you, “Go ahead baby.” His hands grip your hips, going with the motion of them.
“Fuck. Yeah.” You lean down, grinding your hips into his as your boobs hang in his face. He kisses them, nipping the skin he can get as you move.
“Niall.” You whine and burry your face into his neck, moaning and gasping as another orgasm hits you. His arms wrap around your waist and his hands lay flat on your back, “You feel so good.”
You slowly move your hips, guiding yourself through your high, “Fuck.”
Niall moves his hips up, slow and steady, “Want to flip?”
You nod and roll off of him to lay on your back, “You know me so well.”
He smirks and moves on top of you, “Duh.” He winks and slides his cock back in, groaning as soon as the feeling hits again.
He slides his hands up to your boobs, kneading and pulling as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out, “You’re so beautiful.”
You smile and bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you let the pleasure consume you once again.
Your back arches off the bed, moans escape your lips. You reach up to pull him down, “Cum in me.”
“You sure?” He asks stopping his thrusts.
You smile and nod, “I’m very sure.”
He smiles and leans down, kissing you deeply as he pulls out and thrusts back in deep.
He moans against your lips, the thought of not pulling out makes him want to cum already, “You’re amazing.”
You smile and wrap your legs around his waist, “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you.” He kisses down your neck, moaning into it as you feel his cock twitch, “Fuck, fuck.”
You dig your nails into his back, the feeling of him letting go inside of you drives you wild.
He rests his body on yours for a moment, kissing your cheek gently before getting up, “I’ll start a shower, you can get in first, I’ll wait incase she wakes up.”
“You’re the best.” You get up and give him a quick kiss before you enter the bathroom, the thought of your daughter possibly having a sibling sitting happily in your mind.
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Hope you liked this! I thought it was so cute!
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A/N: I’m having a terrible bout of writer’s block. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to write stories 🙃 So I thought I’d just work on something small, like a random blurb about Harry’s shorts. Enjoy!
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It’s a bright and sunny Saturday morning. Y/N stands in the kitchen, staring out at the garden through the window, admiring the meticulously arranged flowerbeds and vegetable patch that she and Harry planted together in the spring.
She doesn’t hear him enter the kitchen until he says, “Babe? I’m heading out for a run.”
Turning to look at him, her eyes are immediately drawn to the tiny orange shorts hanging off his hips, not even reaching the middle of his thighs. His tiger tattoo stares back at her.
“Wearing that?” she asks.
He looks down at his outfit. “Uh, yeah? These are the new running shorts I bought last week, remember?”
“I didn’t know you bought those for running.”
“What else would they be for?”
She shrugs. “To seduce me?”
He places his hands on his hips and glances down at the shorts again. “I’m not sure they look sexy enough to be used for seduction purposes. I mean, they’re neon orange, for one thing.”
“You can make anything look sexy. It’s like your superpower.”
She may be biased, but she can’t think of a single instance where Harry looked unattractive in whatever he was wearing. Whether he’s dressed in a tailored suit or a hoodie and sweatpants or as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, he never fails to look like a Greek god to her.
“I’m almost hesitant to let you out of the house wearing that,” she says, only half-joking.
“They’re just shorts, Y/N,” he laughs, oblivious to how thick and juicy and delectable his thighs look. “You’re acting like my ass is hanging out the back or something.”
She lifts her brows. “Is it?”
“No!”
“Let me see. Turn around.”
He sighs and turns around slowly, keeping his hands on his hips.
“Seeeee?” He wiggles from side to side a bit, enticing her even more. “The ass is nicely tucked away. There is nothing to worry a—”
His sentence is interrupted by both of Y/N’s hands landing firmly against his cheeks. He jumps slightly in surprise.
“I love your cute little butt,” she says, squeezing it over his shorts, feeling the toned muscle flex beneath her fingers.
He frowns over his shoulder at her. “Little? I don’t do forty squats a day for you to call my butt ‘little.’”
“Forty squats, huh? How come I never get to see you doing those squats?”
“Because I’m shy,” he mumbles quietly, playing up the act.
She snorts. “Right.”
Moving her hands to his hips, she guides him back against the edge of the kitchen counter and stands in front of him. She pulls his head down to kiss him, instantly gliding her tongue across his plush lips and into his mouth. He tastes like toothpaste.
One of her hands sneaks into his shorts. When she reaches his cock and gives it a firm squeeze, he whimpers against her mouth. She knows he must be extra sensitive after how much she teased him in bed earlier this morning, licking and caressing his hard length, refusing to let him come no matter how much he begged and begged. It’s part of his punishment for coming without her permission last night.
“Y/N, please,” he whines, pulling away from the kiss. “Have t—to go for my run.”
Sliding her other hand to the back of his head, she gives his hair a sharp tug. He moans.
“I’ll let you go soon, puppy,” she tells him gently. “Just want to play with my toy for a bit.”
She kisses him again but just briefly so that she can watch his reaction as she pumps her hand back and forth over his cock in quick, unrelenting strokes. His mouth falls open. He’s almost panting in pleasure, and the sound is music to her ears.
“Stay still,” she warns when he starts rocking his hips against her hand.
“Sorry.”
His hands are at his sides, gripping the edge of the counter so hard that his knuckles have gone white. She keeps her eyes on his sweet face, grinning at how his cheeks flush a deep red under her watchful gaze.
“Oh, please, please,” he whispers as he gets close.
She pulls her hands out of his shorts abruptly and says, “Okay, I’m done. Off you go!”
“Wh—what?”
She smiles and fixes his shorts around his hips before stepping back. “You can go on your run now, puppy.”
“But… But...”
“But but but what?” She tilts her head to the side, challenging him to continue, to ask her to keep touching him until he comes, but she knows he won’t. Because she made it very clear last night that he won’t be coming for the rest of the weekend and possibly the entire upcoming week if he keeps misbehaving.
So, all he does is stand there and pout. And while he has a knack for putting on the cutest puppy-dog eyes Y/N has ever seen, she’s not about to give in that easily.
“Oh, don’t give me that look. You’re the one that came down here wearing those slutty little shorts. What did you think was going to happen?”
She laughs evilly and starts to leave the kitchen, turning back in the doorway to say, “By the way, we need to buy you more of those. In all different colours.”
Summary: A request on Wattpad by harooold_theking - “Hey, just had an idea for your smut book. Y/n meet harry(y/ns ex) and his new girlfriend, and end up having a threesome. Kind of got the idea from the song becky's so hot by fletcher.”
This one shot is based off of the lyrics of this song, so if you haven’t listened to it, go give it a listen.
“What?” I almost choke on my wine as my eyes go wide.
“Harry.” My friend, Jade, raises her finger off her glass as she sips it, “Over there. That girl.”
I look over my shoulder and it doesn’t take me long to find them.
It feels like I got a frog stuck in my throat.
I turn around and let out a sigh, “Glad he’s happy.” I snort and can’t help but laugh, “It’s funny.”
“Go ahead.” Jade sets her glass down and rests her arms on the table, ready to hear me bitch.
“I wake up everyday and put makeup on my sad look of a face and he’s already with someone else?” I chug my wine and motion for the waiter to give me more.
“You know, Aimy said she saw her walking sideways the other night.” Jade rolls her eyes, “must be a drunk.”
I shake my head, “Nope. I bet she’s getting fucked feel good now.”
I bite my lip, thinking back to how Harry used to fuck me. I squeeze my legs together, “Just one more time. If I could just fuck him one. More. Time.” I gently lay my fits on the table with each word and smile up at the waiter as he fills my glass, “Thanks.”
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“Okay. So I looked her up.” I bite my lip as I look at Jade in the top corner of my phone, “Her name is Becky, but she goes by Beck and dude. She’s fucking hot.”
“She can’t be that hot.” Jade scoffs, “Share you screen with me.”
I tap the share screen button and scroll down through her Instagram, “Look. You can’t tell me she isn’t-“
My heart stops, “Is that-“ I chew on my lip, “That’s Harry’s shirt.”
“She doesn’t pull it off like you do.”
“No, she looks so hot in that shirt. That’s his favorite vintage tee.” I my eyes scan over the other pictures, “Her hips, Jade. They’re perfect, just like everything else. Her lips. Her face.” My voice trails off as I get caught up into looking at her.
“Her lips. Fillers. Her face, Botox. Her hips, she looks like she’s a model who watches everything she eats. Don’t compare yourself to her.” Jade tries to be comforting but I feel the total opposite.
“No, I know I should hate her but..” I smirk and laughs slightly.
“Oh god, what?”
“As much as I want to hit her the next time I see her, I want to know how she tastes more.”
“Oh my god, y/n. That’s so nasty. I like it.” Jade laughs, “I swear, if they ever offer you a threesome and you don’t take up the chance, I’ll hit you.”
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“How are you doing?”
My body tenses up as that voice I once woke up to washes over me. I slowly look over and nod, “Good. You?”
Jade’s eyes move back and fourth between us, “I need another drink, you want one, y/n?”
I nod, “Please.”
Harry sits down next to me, “What are you doing here?”
I point in a random direction over my shoulder, “Jade’s sister own the club, we get in for free.”
“You always were one to get into parties without invitations.” Harry smiles and shakes his head.
I bite my lip, smiling slightly.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nods, “Yeah.”
I shake my head, “No. nothing. I forget.” I look down at my empty cup, praying Jade comes back soon.
“Can I ask you something?”
I look over at Harry, “Mhm.”
“Would you want to come home with me and Beck?”
My heart skips a beat and Jade’s voice rings in my ears, if you don’t take up the chance, I’ll hit you.
I stare at him for a few seconds, “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He leans back and smirks, “She thinks you’re hot.”
I bite my lip and raise my eyebrows, “Yeah?”
He nods, “Mhm.”
“Okay.”
He taps the table with his hand, “I’ll come get you when we’re ready to go.” He winks before standing up and walking away.
“What the fuck.” Jade whispers as she sits down, “Did he just-“
“Mhm.” I smirk and look at her, “He did.”
“Did you take the offer?”
“Course I did. He’s going to get me when they’re leaving.”
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The car ride to Harry’s is quiet, awkward kind of.
I sat in the back, hoping my alcohol buzz doesn’t wear off by the time we get there.
“After you.” Harry opens my door and then walks around to open Beck’s door.
“Thank you.” She mumbles as she plants a kiss on his lips.
I want to hit her.
Maybe after this.
I laugh to myself quietly as I shut the door, slinging my purse over my shoulder as I follow behind them to the house Harry and I used to share.
“Make yourself comfy, I’ll grab us drinks.” Harry shuts the door and walks into the kitchen.
Beck turns to me, “You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you.” I smirk and look down.
She lays a finger under my chin, tilting my head up as she steps close to me, “No I mean.. like really beautiful.”
Without another moment to think, her lips are on mine and a moan I didn’t know was there, slips out. She smirks against my lips as she places her hands on my neck.
Our lips move in sync, moving beautifully against each others. I take her bottom lip between my teeth which causes her to gasp and kiss me harder.
Her hands move down my body, landing on my waist.
Mine do the same to her body, but I keep one on her neck. She pulls herself close to me, “I can’t wait to taste you.” She kisses back my back and nips my ear, “Harry says you taste so good.”
A shiver goes down my spine as the words leave her lips. I glance over as she kisses my skin and bite my lip as I see Harry standing there watching us.
“Don’t let me stop you. Keep going.” He sets the glasses down on the stand and crosses his arms, watching as his current girlfriend and ex make out in his living room.
“Come.” I grab her hand and pull her to the couch. I sit down as she sits next to me and I slide my hand up her thigh, slipping it under her dress.
She tilts her head back as I kiss her neck. Her hands find themselves in my hair, tugging slightly as I leave a mark on her skin.
“Fuck, this is so hot.” Harry groans lowly and leans on the back of the couch. Beck pulls Harry down to kiss him as I shift and kiss down the skin her dress allows.
“Can I taste you?” I ask quietly as my hand rubs her knee. She whimper and nods, “Y-yes.”
I move down onto my knees between her beautifully sculpted legs and push her dress up. I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down.
I lick my lips, giving Harry a quick glance before I lean in, my tongue sliding between her folds and I moan against her.
I grip her thighs, pushing them apart as I move up to suck her clit. I look up and she’s whining with her head tilted far back and Harry is watching me with his mouth open in awe.
I close my eyes, focusing on the delight in front of me. I bring a hand down, sliding two fingers into her sweet cunt as my tongue works around my fingers.
She slams a hand down onto the couch and lets out a loud whiney moan, “Fuck, y/n.”
“Cum for her, baby.” Harry coaches her, “Cum on that pretty face of hers.”
Harry’s words have me wanting to cum.
I hum against her as I clench around nothing, desperately wanting someone touching me.
I can feel her clench around my fingers as she wiggles around, “fuck, fuck.” She gasps and arches her back, letting out a long moan as I feel her cum.
“Good girl.” Harry kisses her head and looks down at me as I lean back. I pull my fingers out and look into his eyes as I lick my fingers.
He bites his lip and takes a deep breathe, “Fuck. Okay. We need to go to the room.”
“No- here.” Beck whines out, “Please.”
“Fine with me.” I shrug and stand up. Beck pulls me down, kissing my lips as her hands slide up under my dress.
Her fingers push my panties aside and slowly and gently slide in. I gasp and grip the back of the couch, “Fuck.”
She giggles against my lips and kisses my neck, “You feel so wet.”
“I-I am.” I pant, “Fuck.”
Harry strokes my hair, leaning in to press his lips onto mine.
My body explodes.
I miss him.
I moan against his lips, bringing a hand up to pull him closer to me. He cups my cheek with one of his hands and deepens the kiss.
I can’t just focus on Harry right now, as much as I want to, I have to divide my attention between them.
I bring a hand down, gently pressing my fingers to get clit. Her fingers still move inside of me, making me moan and clench, “Shit.”
She moans and wiggles her hips, “More.”
I slide my fingers down, slipping them inside her soaked cunt, “That better?”
She nods and bites her lip, “Yes.”
Harry stands up and walks around to watch us better. Two of his girls, fingering and kissing each other. Moaning out each others names.
“Fuck. Okay. I need in this. I can’t take it anymore.” Harry takes his shirt off and throws it down, “Move over.”
Beck and I withdrawal our fingers and move away from each other. Harry sits down between us, laying his arms on the couch behind us, “I want to play too.”
Beck and I giggle and lean in to kiss his bare chest. Our hands slide up and down his body as he moans out in pleasure.
He leans over and tilts Beck’s face up to kiss her lips a few times before turning to me. He grabs my throat, just how he knows I like, and kisses me.
He pulls away, “Beck, baby. On your knees.”
She nods and moves down to the floor and starts to take his pants off.
He looks back at me, staring into my eyes for a few seconds before kissing me again.
My body misses Harry’s touch.
I still crave him.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He groans against my lips. He kisses back my jaw and his voice goes quiet, “miss you.”
My heart sinks and I pull him closer, his hand snakes up my leg and his fingers slip into the place Beck’s just were, “Harry.” I moan quietly, “Fuck.”
He looks down at beck who is sucking him off, “Good job, baby. Keep doing that.” He tilts his head back, groaning.
I kiss down his neck, whimpers and gently clawing at his skin, “Fuck.”
He pulls me closer with his free arm, burying his face into my neck, “So fucking wet.”
“Harry.” Beck whines as she pops off of him, “I want more.”
He groans slightly, “Okay.” He sits up, “Bend over the end of the couch.” He stands up, kicking off his pants.
Beck lays over the arm rest of the couch, motioning for me to lay on the couch, “Come here.”
I bite my lip and hike my dress up. I kick off my panties and lay on the couch, my one leg thrown over the back. Beck grabs my legs and presses her face into my cunt, her tongue drawing lines up and down my slit.
I arch my back and moan, “Oh shit.” I gasp repeatedly, “Fuck. Fuck.”
I tilt my head up, looking at Harry. His cock is thrusting in and out of her but he’s staring at me. I keep my eyes locked on his as Beck moans against me as she eats me out.
He tilts his head, watching my face scrunch up in pleasure.
“Fuck.” He moans, “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Thank you.” Beck giggles as she leans back for a quick breather, “so are you.”
He shuts his eyes and shakes his head with a smirk. He opens them and they’re locked back onto me.
I bite my lip as my hands grasp at the cushions, “Shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for her, sweetheart.” Harry commands, “Fuck.”
I shut my eyes, picturing Harry bending me over the same end of the couch when it was just us. How good his cock felt inside of me, pounding in and out.
“Fuckfuck-“ I let out a loud gasp as my body rises off the couch. Beck finishes eating me out through my high, moaning against me as Harry fucks her.
She leans back, looking over her shoulder, “Y/N’s turn.”
Harry bites his lip and nods down to the couch. I get up and stand in front of Harry as Beck moves to where I was.
Harry rubs his cock against my folds before pushing in. I let out a moan before dipping my head down to lick Beck’s cunt.
She gasps and arches her back up, “More.” She begs, “Please.”
I close my eyes, pushing my face in closer to her, moaning out as Harry thrusts his cock hard and deep into my pussy.
He lets out a moan, gripping my hips with a death grip, “Shit. Y/n.”
It feels so good to hear him moan my name again.
I moan against her, pulling her hips into me. I slip my tongue in and out, rubbing her clit with my fingers at a medium pace.
She raises her hips up and down, squirming as she yells that she’s going to cum again. Harry pushes his cock deep into me, “Fuck, I need to cum.”
“A-all together.” Beck pants out, “It’ll be hot.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Harry moans as he starts thrusting again, “Cum for y/n, baby.” He grips my hips, “Cum for me y/n.”
Fuck.
I work Beck’s cunt overtime, slipping two fingers into her hole and curdling them upward, “Fuck.” I gasp and press my tongue to get clit, lapping it over as matching the thrusts of my fingers to the same pace as Harry’s.
I clench around him, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I moan and rest my head on Beck’s thigh, my fingers still pump in and out of her.
Her moans grow louder, mixing in with mine and Harry’s as we all reach our highs.
I can feel Harry’s cock pump his cum deep inside of me and I look over my shoulder at him.
He’s never done that before.
I raise my eyebrows, panting as I pull my fingers out. He shrugs and winks at me. I bite my lip and slowly stand up as he pulls out. His hands rest on my hips as he helps me regain my balance.
“You guys alright?” He asks with a slight chuckle.
“Oh god, babe. Better than alright. She’s amazing, just like you said.” Beck sits up and smiles at me. Harry’s hands fall from my hips as he walks over to her, “Mm.”
He smiles and gives her a kiss.
Yeah, I could still hit her.
I clench my jaw slightly and tug my dress back down.
“I have a shirt you can borrow.” Harry says slipping his boxers back on, “Hold on.” He jogs up the steps and I sit down on the chair.
“You really are amazing, y/n.” Beck stands up and walk over to me, “I mean it.” She leans down, giving me a kiss before disappearing up the steps, too.
Harry comes back down a few moments later in sweats and holding a shirt in his hand. He walks over and lays it in my lap, “Here, love.”
I nod and reach behind me to unzip my dress but Harry stops me and does it for me before he sits on the couch.
“Thank you.” I smile and push my dress off, letting it pool at my feet. I slip his t shirt on and bend down to grab my underwear.
I slip them on and point to the couch, “Mind if I crash here?”
He shakes his head, “Not at all, but there’s the guest room up stairs, y/n. You don’t have to sleep here.” I nod and sit down, “Yeah, I just..” I sigh, “Can I confess something?”
“Of course.” He pulls the blanket down to cover my legs.
“I didn’t really forget what I wanted to ask you earlier.” I but my lip and look down.
“Yeah?”
I nod, “mhm.”
“Do tell.”
I take a deep breathe, “Are you in love like we were?”
He silent for a few moments before I finally look up at him, “Sorry I-“
“No. I’m not. No one will ever compare to you.”
My heart starts to race and I don’t know what to say, “I wish we didn’t break up.” I whispered so low I doubted he heard me.
“I know.”
My head shoots up to look at him, “She’s hot though, Harry. If I were you, I’d probably keep her.”
He chuckles, “Yeah, maybe.. just until I accidentally call her your name.”
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“Good afternoon everyone.” Mr. Styles greets us as he walks in, “I hope everyone has been practicing, today is a pop quiz, we’ll not today. But in a few days.”
“A pop quiz?” You ask your friend, Ria, “How is he giving us a pop quiz on instruments?”
“Glad you asked, y/n.” Harry gives you a smirk, “You’ll each be sitting down in front of me and you’ll play something that I have chosen to give to you.”
You raise your hand, “Can’t we pick our own thing to play, Mr. Styles?”
Mr. Styles chuckles and leans one hand on his desk, “You could, but that wouldn’t be a challenge, would it?”
“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, looking at him slightly confused.
“If I allow you to pick for yourselves, you’ll then proceed to pick the easiest thing you can possibly find, and I know you all have the potential to play something a little more complicated.”
You swallow and sit back in your seat, “Well damn.”
Ria laughs quietly as she turns into you, “He’s so fucking hot.”
Your eyes move back to looking at him, “He is. But he’s a total asshole.”
“Did someone say something?” Harry turns around and looks around the room before looking directly at you.
The room is silent.
“Okay.” He turns back around and pulls his guitar from his case, “If everyone with guitars will follow me over to this side of the room.” He points over to the table, “The rest of you can talk amongst yourselves until I’m ready for the next group.”
“Have fun.” Ria elbows you as you grab the neck of your guitar, “Yeah. Thanks.” You roll your eyes and walk over to take a seat.
Harry’s eyes follow you until you sit down. He clears his throat, “Y/n. Can you match my strums please.”
You nod and bring the guitar up to sit on your lap. You watch Harry as he positions his fingers, losing train of thought as you focus on his hands.
“Y/n.” Harry repeats, “Can you match my strums?”
You blink and look down at your guitar, “Yes. Sorry, Mr. Styles.” You look up, repeating to yourself to match the strums.
You listen to him strum his guitar before you look back down at yours, getting your fingers on the right strings and strumming like he did.
“That was decent.” He says and you look up at him, “That was perfect? What do you mean decent?”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “We’ll work on it, here. Try this one. It’ll be easier.”
You fight back an eye roll as you focus on his fingers and how they’re about to play the easiest fucking thing ever.
You bite down on the inside of your lip, matching the strum he just did, “How was that?”
“That was better.”
You sit back and rest your hand on the instrument on your lap as he moves onto the next person.
You always felt like he singles you out in a way. You know you’re a good guitar player, it’s always been a dream of yours to play. Ever since you could, you’ve always been strumming the strings until you were big enough to finally hold a guitar yourself.
Once he gets through everyone, he hands out papers, “We’re all going to play this.”
Your eyes scan down over the page, huh, this should be easy, you think as you get ready to start playing.
“One, two, three, four.” Harry counts down and everyone in the group starts playing. His eyes are closed, listening to everyone strumming their guitars, “Max, press your fingers down a little harder, yep. Good.”
You glance up at him, losing your place in the music and becoming out of tune with everyone else, “Shit.” You whisper quietly, not thinking anyone heard you.
“Okay.” Harry says holding his hand up, “y/n. I would appreciate if you didn’t swear in my class.”
Your shoulders sink and you clench your jaw.
“What caused you to go out of tune?”
You can’t tell him the real reason, you’ll look like a total idiot, “I don’t know.”
“We’ll, you should figure it out, because if you’re ever on stage performing and that happens, it’ll be even more embarrassing.”
The group laughs and you stand up, holding your guitar by its neck as you walk out of the room. You go into the hallway, debating on smashing your guitar in anger, but you don’t.
You set it down, resting it against the wall. You sit down and take a few deep breathes.
“Hey, what happened?” Your friend walks out and stands in front of you.
“Mr. Fucking Styles happened. He’s being a dick to me for no reason. I’m a good guitar player, Ria. Why can’t he just se-“
The door opens and Harry steps out, “Ria, go back in, I brought the next group over.”
Ria looks at you and back at Harry, nodding as she walks inside the room. Harry let’s the door shut and he walks over to you, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean what’s going on? You’re treating me so much differently than the others and it’s not fair to me.” You look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.
He’s silent for a few moments before he sighs and kneels down, “Because I have to be.” His voice is a lot quieter than before.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You shake your head, “That makes so sense.”
“Why don’t you stay after class today so you can find out.” Harry stands up, not giving you another chance to answer, “Come on.” He opens the door and waits for you to get up and walk in.
You walk back to your seat and sit down.
You start to play your guitar quietly and you can feel his gaze linger on you the longer you play. You look over at him and he smirks slightly before looking away.
“That was good, guys. Very good.”
You can’t help but feel that anger all over again, wanting Harry to see how good of a player you really are.
You don’t really know why you need his validation.
You just do.
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“Alright, everyone. You all have your pieces of music that you need to practice. I’ll give you a week, that should be plenty of time.” Harry starts off his end of the day speech.
As he’s standing up at the front of the room talking, you can’t help but wonder what he meant. His words repeat in your head, echoing, making your stomach twist with anxiety.
“That is it for today. See you all tomorrow.” He turns away and packs up his guitar.
“You coming over?” Ria asks as she packs up her notes.
You shake your head, “No. I’m going to give Mr. Styles a piece of my mind.”
She raised her eyebrows, “Want me to wait?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll come over tomorrow.” You wait until the room clears out and walk up to Harry.
“Look. I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything, but I need you to understand th-“
He turns around, “I know you’re good.”
You stop talking and just look at him, “What?”
“I know you’re good y/n. You’re the best guitarist in the class.” He sits on the end of his desk, “I can’t treat you like that because it wouldn’t really be fair.”
“To the other classmates? Maybe it’ll make them work harder.” You shrug and he chuckles, “I mean yeah, but that’s not really what I mean.”
“What do you mean then?” You cross your arms, waiting for him to speak.
“If I treated you how I wanted to treat you, I wouldn’t have this job.”
You swallow, his words intriguing you, “How?”
He bites his lip and leans out around you and leans back, “Come here.” He shifts and spreads his knees, holding his hand out to you.
You take his hand and walk up to him, “What are you doing?”
He lays a hand on your waist and brushes hair from your face, “Treating you how I really want to treat you.”
And with that, his lips are on yours and a fire erupts inside of you.
In that moment, you knew Harry didn’t hate you.
He liked you.
A lot.
He pulls you close to him and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He moans lowly against your lips as your thigh pushes against his growing bulge.
He unbuttons your jeans and pushes the zipper down, slipping his hand into the front of them. His fingers press against your clit, rubbing hard circles on it.
You gasp, pressing your hips into his hand, “M-Mr. Styles.”
“Harry. Call me Harry.” He mumbles against your lips.
“Harry.” You breathe out, “Fuck that feels so good.”
Harry moves his head and kisses down your neck, “I’ve wanted you since the first day of this class.”
You bite your lip as he slides his hand down further, rubbing his fingers against your wet folds, “You’re soaked already.”
You whimper as he slips a finger in, “P-please.”
“Please what?” Harry asks leaning back, “Tell me.”
You grab onto his dress shirt, tugging on it as your eyes close. Your lips part and you moan, “You.” You open your eyes, “I want you.”
A smirk plays with his lips as he pulls his hand out of your pants, “I want to see if this mouth can suck cock as good as you can play guitar.”
His words leave you speechless.
All you can do is nod.
He smirks and stands up, pushing you back slightly, “Follow me.” He walks around his desk and sits now. He grabs your hand, “Do you want to do this?”
You bite your lip, nodding as you drop to your knees, “I’ve thought about this since the first time I saw you in the hallway.”
He leans back, “Then go ahead.”
You reach up, undoing his belt and dress pants. Pulling them down so you can free his throbbing cock.
“So big, Mr. Styles.” You smirk and look up at him. He smirks and watches you. You lean in, flattening your tongue and licking up his cock, giving a satisfied hum.
His head tilts back and his eyes go shut.
You wrap your lips around the tip, sucking as you work your way down.
His jaw goes slack and his hand lays on your head, “Fuck, y/n.” He gasps and pants as he looks down, watching you devour his cock.
Suddenly the door is kicked open and the janitor walks in backwards. You move under the desk and Harry quickly spins his chair and moves in as far as he can without swishing you, “Hello. Can I help you?”
“Oh.” The janitor turns around, “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t know you were still here. I’ll come back.” He waves to Harry and Harry nods, “Thank you.”
You wait until the door shuts before asking, “Do you think he seen me?”
Harry shakes his head, “No. the desk should have blocked you. Now, your head moving up and down, I’m afraid that wasn’t hidden but his back was turned so.”
You laugh and cover your mouth, “We don’t have much time now do we?”
He shakes his head and smiles, “I’m afraid not.”
You lean up on your knees, pulling him into you so you can kiss him, “Better make this quick then.” You nice back and push your jeans down your thighs. You turn around and bend over so you’re in the doggy position.
Harry tilts his head and groans, “Such a dirty girl.”
He moves down off the chair, rubbing his cock against your wet entrance. He grips your hip and pushes his cock in with a groan, “Fuck.”
You cover your mouth and roll your eyes back, “Mm, fuck.”
Harry’s thrusts instantly pick up and they’re quick but powerful. His finger tips dig into your hips, hard enough you’ll have round bruises where each of his fingers sit.
You push your hips back to him, meeting his thrusts as you clench around his cock, “Fuck.. I’m g-“
Your moans are muffled by your hand as you cum on his cock. Harry groans, pulling your hips back into his own, “Shit, y/n.”
Your eyes are squeezed shut as he fucks you through your high, keeping his moans to a minimum as he grows closer to coming.
“Shit, shit.” His thrusts quickly become sloppy and slow down fast, “Fuck.”
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you bite your lip, “Fuck.”
“Sorry, I didn-“ Harry pulls out and you cut him off, “It’s fine. We’ll worry about it later.” You pull your jeans up and stand up.
Harry fixes himself and looks up at you, “This isn’t.. I don’t ju-“
“Come by my apartment later. We can talk about it when we aren’t at risk for being caught.” He laughs and nods as you jot down your number, “Text me and I’ll give you the address.”
You hand him the note and lean in to kiss him. He smiles against your lips, “can’t wait to see you.”
You smile and can feel your cheeks turn a blush color, “I can’t wait to see you.”
He pecks your lips, “Now go. And don’t be late for class.” He winks and you shake your head with a smile. You grab your stuff and leave the class room, shocked that you just got creampied by your music teacher.
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This was just an idea that I thought about and went with. It’s not proof read so if there’s mistakes, sorry.
i know heaven is a thing, i go there when you touch me
pairings: dom!louis tomlinson x sub!reader
warnings: +18, nsfw!! oral sex (both receiving), sex, boob-worship (sorta), slight dumbification, very dom louis, mentions of rough sex. overall, beware people standing behind ya!
a/n: sooooooo, third is a charm! wrote this a while back, decided to post. i hope you like it! feel free to drop an ask or dm me if you find any mistakes. x
word count: 4,3k+
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Golden sunshine streamed past the beige curtains when I woke up, opening my eyes slowly, trying to adjust them to the newfound light. Right next to me, Louis was still sound asleep, his calm, warm breathing on my neck, and one arm wrapped around my waistline. Our bodies were a naked tangled mess. I could feel last night’s reminiscents in my muscles. I was sore in places I didn’t even think I could be.
A little giggle slips, then I yawn, struggling to remove myself from his tight embrace, only to succumb once more, this time facing him. Being the deep sleeper that he is, he hasn't even flinched, looking peaceful as ever, not a single crease on that gorgeous face. I couldn’t hold back the will to touch him, kissing his nose, his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Every little bit of skin available to me gets ravished.
By the time I started kissing his chest, it shook with a laugh, he didn't open his eyes, but one hand went under the sheets and squeezed the flesh of my hip. I breathed out, shaky, pressing myself onto him. These early mornings, well, they held a special place in my heart, we didn’t have to worry about flashing cameras, about the speculation, or what everyone else would say. It was just about us.
“Hey, sweets,” He whispers. It’s gruff, his blue eyes still blinking awake. Louis pulls me in further, and I let out a contented sound. “Creeping on me much?”
“Always am, ya’ know,” I chuckled, amused by his comment. “It’s your fault, really.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re too gorgeous, it makes me so mad.”
Louis shakes his head, still smiling, and slips out of bed, stretching out to shake off his sleep. I groan in objection, it’s too soon to part from him. I just wanted to stay in bed until we needed to get up. Have a long morning cuddled up under the sheets, kissing with our gross morning breath, talking shit. Our usual.
It’s easy to get distracted when he’s standing naked in front of me, though. The taut, strong muscles, built from football playing, the tattoos down his arms, the width of his back, and his ass. I was never much of an ass girl myself, but no one can resist that one, all toned, and squishy. I bite my bottom lip.
“Wha'?” He says, turning to me. I’m still somewhat covered by the sheets, my right hand my cheek, and I behold him like one beholds a panting.
“Too early for you to be up,” The words come out whiny as a child’s. “Too early for you to be that much away from me.”
“Guess today’s mood is need needy, hmm?”
He leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek, nosing, and rubbing my arm. It makes me feel warm inside, how tender, how lovingly he cares for me. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real that I got so lucky. That my love story seems torn from a book page.
“C’mon, lovie, let’s have breakfast,” A little sound slips, I don’t want to, but he’s already played me, I’ll do what he asks of me. “Wish we could, doll, but we have to meet your parents at the pool club ‘round eleven, did yeh forget about it?”
“Oh fuck, yeah, I forgot all about it. Ugh, anyway, I’m disgusting, I need a shower.”
“Why don’t you go do that while I fix us something to eat? Does that sound good?”
“Would rather you’d be eating me, but yeah, sure, I’ll settle for some toast.”
Louis laughs out loud, getting a loose black tracksuit on, and then leaving our bedroom. I knew that by fixing us breakfast he meant extra strong coffee with some slightly overdone french toasts instead. Maybe they’d have some butter if I was lucky. He didn’t care about eating as long as he got his cup of black coffee. If he didn’t, he’d be moody the whole day.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to slip out of my comfortable nest. The gentle breeze made me tremble, my naked skin not too happy about being this exposed. I yawned, stretching my arms, feeling them stiff, sore. It’s what happens when you stay too long with your hands tied up above your head. My legs weren’t any better, warm pain on my inner thighs. He did a big number on me last night.
The sun bathed my bathroom. I could take a look at just how much damage he'd done. Along my collarbones, I spot a trail of love bites, all across my neck too, and at the bottom of my tummy, bite marks on my arse. Handprints on my hips. How in the world did Louis think I could cover this up? And to make matters worse, it was summer. I couldn’t wrap myself up with cosy sweaters, scarves, and leggings.
Okay. That’s “future me” problems. Right now all I need is a warm shower to get rid of the dry sweat that made me feel icky. I switch the faucet on, then reach for two towels, folded under the sink, inside a wooden cabinet.
A minute or two later, and the water was perfect. I step in, a groan of pleasure slipping when I'm enveloped by the rain of my shower, the warmth soothing the sore muscles. I proceed to scrub myself clean, relishing the feeling of tidying up.
I feel much better when I get out.
Wrapping my sopping hair up in one of the towels, I dry myself with the other. Steam shrouds the entire place, the mirror, the windows, anything with a glassy surface, was fogged.
A little smile bubbles up when I come back to my bedroom, the rattling of pans and the clink of mugs can be heard from the kitchen. Louis is still figuring out how to cook something that’s not pre-made. Spoiled baby. I shake my head and go to the closet.
Several dresses are hung, and I muse which one should I choose for the pool gathering. If I had remembered we’d be meeting my parents today, I wouldn’t have let him make such wreckage.
I settled on a simple, yet cute, yellow sundress that was snug around my waistline, but with a loose skirt down to the middle of my thighs. I'd need lots of makeup to hide the angry bruises littered, but there wasn't much I could do. I wouldn't show up in jeans and turtleneck shirts for a summer lunch on the poolside.
On the way to pick up my skincare products, I kneel to pick up a pair of pink knickers, too. No bra this time. It didn't go with the spaghetti straps of my dress, and it'd be nice to let my boobs out and about. The skin there was sensitive to touch.
A whole shelf is reserved for me. My creams, my lotions, my perfumes. A miscellaneous set of products that helps me take better care of myself. I also love the sensation of soft skin and the smell of white lilies. I am, however, disappointed when I find that my favourite perfume seems to be gone. Nowhere to be found.
I walk out.
“Louis,” I call for him, going to the kitchen, being met by his shirtless back, defined shoulders that made me lose my way for a split second. “Sorry, babe, but have you seen that little perfume bottle I always use? I can’t find it.”
“Hmm, I dunno, have yeh checked-'' When turning back to look at me, his blue eyes darken with a sudden spark of desire. I am aware that I’m not wearing much more than a towel. “Tryna’ tease me, pet? Walkin’ ‘round like tha’. Looking like a fucking meal ready to be eaten.”
“Oh wow,” A little sound slips, I can’t even help it. “I wasn’t… I was just looking for my perfume.”
“Naked?”
“Louis…”
“C’mere, doll, let me treat me baby to some breakfast.”
A smirk stretched his thin lips when he tapped on the surface of our dinner table. The stove had been turned off, his entire focus on me, and hell burns when Louis Tomlinson focuses.
I sat on the cold table, tossing my drenched head towel off, my hair falling in wild wet strands at the sides of my face. Louis watched, his left hand sat on my knee. Its thumb flickers the skin, applying enough pressure to make me get slick, like a bloody virgin.
He hums, toying now with the hem of the towel still hid me. The only layer I had between us.
“I think,” His voice comes out a pinch deeper, infused with the hunger that was growing evident. “Think this, well, it’s in the way, pet.”
The towel gets yanked, a little squeal-ish sound coming out in astonishment. I still have droplets of water sliding down my body, which he seems very aware of, and the marks he’s left the night before. His thick fingers trace the dark purples on my hip bone. There's a proud smile on his face, all cocky.
He lays me down, spread open for him, on display like a mannequin. I stare up at Louis, that gorgeous face all serious, a reddish stubble he was too lazy to shave it off, the upturned nose, and the eyes. Those tempest eyes I fell for.
A little smile bubbles up, his hands running up my thighs, the sides of my torso, my breasts. He lingers there, squeezing the flesh, tender, careful. I rest mine on top of his, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth.
“Yeh like when I play with them, yeah?” I give him a reassuring nod, stuttering a mellow ‘yes’. “Think these,” Another knead. “These were the first thing I fell in love with, all big, ‘n’soft. Fit me hands like they were made f'me, hmm?”
“Louis…”
“Nuh-uh, wha’ d’yeh call me?” He moves away, and I groan in protest, the lack of his warm touch paining me. “Thought I taught yeh better manners, little angel.”
“Sorry, sir, ‘m really sorry,” It’s a whining, foolish sound. “Promise I’ll be better, sir. Please make cum.”
“Think yeh due to some punishment,” Louis straightens himself up, completely moving away. “C’mere.”
He sits down at the head of the table, legs spread apart, one hand patting his lap, instructing me to take place. I know what to do, of course, sliding off of where I was sat, and going to him, lying where he wanted me to, his hands quick and rough on my ass.
“‘m gonna’ need yeh to count, think yeh can do tha’, my dumb little pet? Can yeh count f’me?”
“Y-yes, sir, I can,” I nod, eager to please him. Under my tummy, through the loose grey tracksuit, I feel his cock, all hard and seeping. It sends a rush of excitement through me, I’m all slicker. Ready for him.
“Good pet.”
The first smack stings, and I scream, tears welling up. A shaky ‘one’ comes out, he rubs the skin and goes again. And again. And again. We were nearing the 25th slap when Louis stopped, leaning forwards to kiss the middle of my back. I’m a mess, all teared up, all flushed, and sopping, too.
With little effort from his side, I’m put back up on the table, the cold surface soothing the abused skin of my butt, his voice, a guiding light through the thick fog of desire I was in, whispers for me to lie down, which I do, complying without second thoughts.
Louis settles between my legs, kissing my salty cheeks, then my chin, all the way down to my neck, leaving behind new sets of marks I would go through hell to cover up. My breasts come next, each being cared for, both left hard and wet. It’s only when he nears the soft end of my belly, teeth sinking on the jut in a playful bite, I realise he wasn’t taking me now. No, he was treating himself some breakfast.
The tips of his fingers brush where I’m hot and soaked for him, testing the waters, his face close enough that I could feel his breath. I clenched, trembling with heavy desire. It loomed over me like an ugly monster.
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching his dishevelled brown hair, sweat beads dribbling down his forehead, and those godforsaken eyes. They’d grown darker, a glint of something so lustful it borderlines impure. Sin all over that beautiful face.
One finger slides in, a hash exhale being pushed out of me. He probes once, twice, then pulls out, stuffing it to his mouth, humming. His lids fall shut as if he tasted some five-stars restaurant’s dessert.
My head lolls back. This man, nestled between my thighs, savouring me like velvet red cake, would be my doom. I was a spoilt woman, ruined for everyone else because no one could ever measure up.
When Louis started, tongue tiptoeing around where I thrummed with longing, a loud moan, torn from an adult film, came out, my hands shooting to his hair, a gentle tug.
“Oh, god, that’s so good.“
“Want yeh t’curse, angel, say 'fuck, sir, that feels good,” The quick interval makes me arch my back, rolling my hips towards his face. Louis laughs, pinning me down, then delving back, slurping and sucking.
“Oh, f-fuck,” Puffs of air making my chest rise and fall quickly. “Fuck that feels good, s-sir.”
Somewhere inside my dazed brain, I knew I was being too loud, that the neighbours would be so upset that I couldn’t keep it down. In my defence, very few people would be able to with Louis between their legs. Working to get them to cum.
I tried biting down on my lip, muffling some of the sounds. It did not fall on his good graces. Not in the slightest.
“Bite it again and I won’t let yeh cum,” A snarling makes me jitter, the bite on the tender flesh on my inner thigh coaxing out from me a string of disjointed words. “That’s it, pet, let it out.”
My heels dig into his back, fluttering pleasure easing into me, pushing me closer to the top of the mountain I knew I’d be pushed from. Louis laughs a mocking laugh, wrapping his mouth around me, the flat of his tongue against my clit, then the lips, pulling it, playing with it. I wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the two fingers in, not with the pressure of his lustful kiss. The air grew heavy. I gasped, sucking mouthfuls of breath.
“‘m so close,” I say, one hand gripping the tablecloth. “‘m so close. Fuck.”
“Then cum, angel, cum on my face.” Louis orders, lips brushing absent-mindedly my cunt.
As if cued, I do. I arch my back, my head falling back while a strangled whine escapes, his lips still unrelentingly sucking me, the syrupy afterglow of orgasming making me weak and numbed out. When Louis moves away, I’m limp on the table, legs dangling. Like a used ragdoll.
He stands in front of me, all smug, looking at the mess I was, the undone state he’s left me. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then smile up at him, biting my lip. That’s one way to start the morning, yeah, but I wasn't even close to being done with him, he had a situation of his own to be taken care of. The constricted hard-on, a beacon for my eyes. I lick my lips, extending my arms so he helps me up.
“Good, pet?” A humming noise slips.
I stand, with swaying steps, a protective arm still looped around my waistline. Louis felt warm and welcoming, the kind of peace you can only find when you love someone. Not a schoolgirl crush, but true love, the one singers spend their whole lives trying to capture in a song.
There’s an aching need to pleasure him that lies in my bones as if all the amount of physical pleasure I could give him would pay off the stability he gives me, the love, and the cherish. No one tells you what it feels like when you meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Past the stupid butterflies, the sweat-slick hands, and rapid breathing. That’s passion. Love’s when I hold him, in the middle of the night, after a livid nightmare. Or when he cooks me pancakes. It’s the little things we do for each other without even realising.
And I love him.
“We should eat,” He says. “Y’know how your mum gets when we’re late.”
“Mmhm,” He bends a little to kiss my parted lips, I palm him, feeling his cock all stiff and throbbing, a grunt slipping past his lips. “You don’t seem in shape to go anywhere, sir… I can’t leave you like that.”
“Playin’ with fire, aren’t ya?” A harsh breath escapes when I touch him further, firm, his excitement making me all wet and desperate again. I wondered when it would wear off, the rush I feel when I have my hands all over his body. “What d’yeh want t’do, pet?”
“Want to take care of you,” I whisper, hooking my fingers on the waistband of his pants, and pulling it down. I smirk, nothing quite feels like the thrill to know he’s like that because of me. It’s intoxicating. “I’ll get you in my mouth, is that okay?”
Louis nods, then he steals one last kiss before I fall to my knees. His right hand on my cheek, tilting my chin up. It’s a silent order that I’m not supposed to look away from him. Desire crawls in my belly, heavy, scorching. He looks so handsome like that, all rumpled, flushed, the lazy haze on his eyes gets me every time... I would worship him like the pagans worshiped their gods.
Spit gathers in my mouth, each fiber in my body buzzing with want, but I don’t cave just yet. Rather, I scratch my nails down his bare tummy, grazing the skin, watching him react, the sparse hairs that lead the way down to where he was leaking, up. I smile, biting my lip.
When I wrap my hand around him, he hisses, tightening the grip on the fistful of my hair he’d grabbed. I slid up and down a few times, my mouth parted to suck a little bit of air in. I was tingling with excitement, the deep blue nearly gone, exchanged by the black of his blown pupils. Stray sunbeams bathed him, his skin glowing golden. At that moment, he looked heavenly.
“C’mon, pet, be good f’me, fill that pretty little mouth with me cock, take it all in, as I know yeh can,” It’s deep, soaked in want, I can savour his desperation.
I do what he asks of me, relaxing my mouth so it stretches to welcome the width of him. It’s slow, I nurse his head once or twice before letting it go deeper, toying with how much it would take for me to gag around him. My hand is still curled around the base, bobbing. I tremble, excited, the sounds he’s making could drive anyone insane. The mellow moans, grunts growing louder. I enjoyed how vocal he was, it spurred me on.
He chuckles when I pull away to breathe, tears down my cheeks, saliva down my chin. I stare up at him, a bit lost, dazed, but my hand keeps working on him, nice and slow, edging him out. Louis runs a thumb along my cheekbone, wiping away some of the tears, whispering how beautiful I looked on my knees, all cockdrunk.
A dull ache springs, not just from the tired knees, but from the lack of care, I needed him to touch me, needed him to spread me open, and fuck deep into me. A helpless sound came out, cut through by my ragged breathing. I flattened my tongue under his cockhead, licking the underside of it, making a wet mess, and pulled him back into the warm, wet plush of my lips, hollowing my cheeks around him.
His fingers thread further into my hair, both hands on the sides of my head. I let it go the very second he does so, he’s allowed to push forward, to fuck my throat as he pleases. It’s easy to lose control when you know someone is taking care of you, and I knew he did. He’d never push past my limits, never cross lines that weren’t meant to be crossed, so I submitted to him, I gave him the power to make the choices.
“So good t’me,” Louis croons, thumbs massaging my jaws, relieving the strain it’d been put through. I moan around him, my thighs snapped shut to soothe a blazing tension growing even tighter between my legs. “Oh, poor pet, want me t’fuck yeh, don’t ya’?”
I nod, still stuffed with him in my mouth. There’s a tender smile on his face when he pushes me off, detaching himself with a pop, then helps me up, I stumble forwards, hugging him. Louis kisses the top of my head like I’m a stray puppy he’s taken under his wing to take care of.
The cold surface of our dinner table greets me back when he lies me down again, my legs pried open for him. Trained fingers tease pussy, spreading wetness around, before I realise, he’s placing them on my lips, “Yeh taste so good, don’t ya’?”
Louis slips inside effortlessly, and it’s a whole new stretch. I feel full and appeased, even now, that he’s just still, giving me a moment or two to adjust to the size of him, hands settled on the top of my thighs, my ankles resting on his shoulders. He plays with my tits, pinching my nipples, kneading the soft flesh of my breasts. A boob-man, alright, probably would spend hours on them if I let him.
He starts moving, bottoming out and snapping back in, deliberate, steady.
“May I touch myself?” I ask, it sounds pathetic, complain-ey. I didn’t think he’d say yes. “Please, sir.”
“Where d’yeh want t’touch yourself, pet?” He grunts, slamming deep, hitting all soft spots he could, splitting me open. “C’mon, use your big girl words, hmm?”
“M-my clit,” The stutter makes me feel warm on the cheeks, tasting the embarrassment of even asking.
“Good girl,” It might’ve been the way he said it, or the bite on my calf he gave, but I felt electrical shocks through my entire body, shaking with a rush of adrenaline. “Yeh may. Please yourself, pet.”
My hands feel minuscule when he rests his above mine, both circling where I was palpitating. We groaned in unison when I clenched around him, the pressure bringing us to a breaking point. With all the foreplay, I didn’t think either of us would be lasting an extraordinary amount of time.
The morning sunshine warmed the tips of my toes, or maybe it was the enticing hints of my orgasm nearing. He kept on going, implacable, beseeching. I would have trouble sitting when the high was over, right now I couldn't seem to care, rolling my hips against him, calling out for him.
“‘m gonna’ cum, pet,” Louis whispers, crossing my legs, it feels even snugglier. I’m so sensitive I feel my entire skin going cold. “Gonna’ fill you up.”
“Yeah, fuck.”
“Swear f’me,” It’s a rough snap, I roll my eyes back, so close I can taste the sweet thrill. “Say, ‘gonna fucking cum, sir’, yeah?”
I’m tensing up, the pent-up tension on my lower tummy heavy. Louis wraps my legs around his waist, pulling me up, and I go, mellow. I hang onto him like a scared child, not even assimilating he’s lifted me, my face hidden on the crook of his neck. The smell of him leaves me disoriented, it’s strong, going down like alcohol.
He falls apart first, hot, heavy spend deep inside me. I slide my nails down his back, teething the soft skin of his shoulder. He’s mumbling my name like a chant, squeezing my ass, pounding into me, giving it to me rough. It’s not long before I crack, too. My head lolls back, the sweet release sucked out of me, I’m left tired, spent, and weak. My brain goes blank for a few seconds, riding the glimmer of the high. A stormy sea that clacks until the sea goes peaceful.
A comfortable silence surrounds us. Louis holds me with care, wet, parted lips sucking on each bit of skin he could find. He was still buried deep, each little movement making me startle, I was way too tender to deal with any more sexual stimuli. I wanted to lie down and sleep for hours now.
My stomach groaned, and he laughed.
“‘kay, lovie, I think yeh should eat,” He lets my body slide off of him, and helps me sit down on the chair at the head of the table. “Want me to cook something?”
With his pants up, it feels like he’s wearing his sweet, loving self back, not the sex god who just fucked me stupid. I give him a weak shake of the head, and point to the plate of french toasts he settled on the marble counter, which he presents to me at once, and goes to grab two mugs, filling both with fresh-made coffee.
“How bad is it?” I ask, and he doesn’t need clarification to know what I mean.
“Think yeh might’ve to call to your parents and tell ‘em yeh sick.”
“That bad?”
“Got purple all over yeh neck, lovie,” Louis does look guilty. “Sorry.”
I shake my head, “I’m sleepy, anyway. We should probably eat, then take a nap. I call them saying I lost track of time.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
I feel his cum dripping out of me, and I realise I’ll have to take another shower to clean myself up, but I can’t say it wasn’t entirely worth it to slip out of our bedroom wearing nothing except the two forgotten towels piled up on the floor. Eh. Another trick under my belt.
Summary: Can you do a one shot where Louis comes back from traveling (for promo) and you surprise him by wearing his favourite matching bra and thong that got you and gave him a lap dance? Thanks! :)
Requested: yes!
POV: 2nd
Warning(s): smutttttt
Louis had just released his new single and was traveling for about a week to promote his new song. This left you home alone with your two dogs and a cold, empty space in bed next to you. You missed him dearly. This wasn’t the longest that you two had been apart before, but that doesn’t mean that you didn’t miss him and want him to be home. It was towards the end of the week and Louis was finally flying home. You decided you wanted to surpise him when he got home and give him a little show for how proud of him you are.
warnings: filthy smut with hints of fluffness. period sex. petnames. him calling you baby doll. defo nsfw +18, so my dudes, read carefully.
a/n: it's your renegade writer back with her fantasies. i've written this a while back and though it'd be such a shame to share. if you do like it, make sure to reblog and like. thanks and enjoy *wink* leth x
word count: 3k+
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It’s just a bit past midnight when I park home, no one wandering the streets, or children playing about, there’s just the chilled breeze fumbling with the leaves. I don’t notice a second car on the driveway until I’m up close, I blame the dim yellow streetlights and my exhaustion. It had been a particularly busy shift at the hospital, I wanted nothing more than to sleep for about two days straight.
The cold crisp air makes me tremble for a split second, but I am soon welcomed by the warmth of the inside. I kicked off my sneakers, trying to be as silent as possible, I didn’t want to wake him up. A second car meant Louis had come home and he must be tired, it had been weeks since he had a break, we hadn’t seen each other for even longer. The weekends he happened to be around, I couldn’t work my schedule to spend them at home with him. It sucked, and I missed him more than I could put it into words.
A frustrated sigh slips while I walk to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water. After so many years, I should be used to it: the busy schedule, the months spent apart. I’m not, though. And being honest, I don’t think it’s possible to not be in pain when waking up to an empty bed beside me, to not hear the soft humming when he’s doing the dishes, to not miss the press of his lips on mine. I just wanted us to buy a bunch of lands somewhere, live a quiet, happy life, have children, and grow old. Just the two of us.
This was something I would never tell him. Robbing him of his passions wasn’t on my mind. I knew he’d oblige if I did say so. If I asked him, but I couldn't.
I leave a half-drunk glass behind, and go upstairs, taking off my plain white shirt then unbuttoning my jeans. Before I got to the bedroom, however, I froze, strangled sounds coming from there startling me for a second. It's followed by a smile creeping in, I’m very much aware, and familiar, with them.
The door isn’t closed, so I peek in. I see him naked, sheets pooled by his feet, and one hand wrapped around himself, moving up and down with ease, his thumb applying just enough pressure. I feel my mouth watering at the sight, a cramp twisting my belly. Desire gathers quickly, I was so touch-starved that I might as well come undone just by watching him get himself off.
His eyes are closed, thin lips parted. I slide off my pants, throwing both them, and my shirt away, walking inside in just my black lingerie. Even that was starting to be uncomfortable.
“Lou?” I call him, standing with crossed arms. He’s quick to drop everything, shooting me a wide, surprised glare. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spoil your good time.”
I’m half-joking at this point.
“I thought you’d only be home in t’ mornin’,” Deep blue eyes, sparked with lust, stare up at me. I'm very aware of how much I want to be near him again. “C’mere.”
He pats the space on his right side, it’s mesmerizing how quickly he can go from a sex god to a warm loving man. I go, but I don’t stay beside him, instead, I take my seat on his lap, which makes him laugh, rough hands on my waist, squeezing the flesh. I shift, uncomfortable, feeling him beneath me. So hard, so ready. It’s been so long I might just assume I'm a virgin all over again, shamefully responsive to anything he might do to me.
Louis leans in, planting a kiss just between the curve of my breasts. The prickle of his bead makes my pulse rise. It’s the intimacy that gets me hooked. He feels like coming home. A warmth that springs from the tip of my toes to my head, flushes my cheeks, and makes my forehead sweaty.
A “missed ya” whispered on my skin makes me shake, he then kisses the soft spot where the shoulder meets the neck, I let out a groan, moving, seeking friction. His smirk is taunting, both hands going up to my cheeks, four eyes meeting in the middle of a tired night.
“What now?” I say, unsure, panting as his thumb toys with my lips, pushing inside for a moment.
“Do you want a shower first?” He asks, staring at me, a boyish smile on his face.
“I should. I’m disgusting.”
“Nonsense,” The tip of his nose is pressed to my cheek, a ghostly kiss left behind on my jaw. “You look amazing anyway. Why d'ya think I’m so worked up?”
“Were you thinking of me? Getting yourself off imagining my hands around you? My spit and my lips, hmm?”
Louis pants when I grind down on him, slick with the throb of him against me. The fabric of my panties still forbids me from knowing his skin on mine, from sinking and swallowing him whole.
“Yeah, I was. Always think abou' ya', love.”
“I think about you too,” The friction makes me lean forward, sighing against his warm neck. “Nights get so lonely… I miss you so much, you know.”
“Darling…”
“Mmhm, I have to touch myself, grab my boobs,” I place his hands on them, and he squeezes, promptly. Fills his hands. It’s swollen, sore even. I’m burning up.
“Do you say my name when you come?” Louis asks, quietly, sucking a patch of skin. I’ve got goosebumps, I’m reeling from the build-up.
“I do. Over and over and over,” The room feels warmer if that's possible. Sweat drips down my back. I’m aware as to why I’m so sensitive, besides the yearning when it’s been months since he last touched me, my period heightens things up.
For a moment there, I almost forgot it.
“Can I just fuck you now, doll?” It’s a hoarse whisper, I clench in frustration. I’m hot, nearly suffocating. “Want t’ feel yeh so bad.”
His accent thickens, I’m lost, too into the moment to think coherently. I go for his lips, kissing him with passion, biting down on his bottom lip, still moving my hips, rolling against his. He pushes back, groaning into my mouth. It’s sinful. Everything about him is.
“Can’t, sweets,” It slips out, breathlessly. “‘M bloody down there.”
He smiles, soothing, hands firm on my hips. My stomach somersaults, it’s amazing how Louis manages to make me feel 17 every time he gives me that gorgeous smile of his. I feel like one of his groupies.
“Never cared ‘bout that before. C’mon, help me out.”
“Lou…” A strangled noise followed. I’m reaching a point where pleasure mixes with pain, I’m too aroused, too sensitive. He touches me there, trained fingers light to not hurt me but enough to stir me on. “You’re trying to bribe me, aren’t you?”
“Am I getting there?” The double entendre makes me chuckle, nodding. “Good. Let me take those off, hmm?”
“Come,” I untangle myself from him, the cold, empty feeling brings a pang to my lower belly. “If we’re doing this, let’s do it in the shower.”
I slide off my panties, tossing them at him. Louis laughs wholeheartedly, balling it in his hand while kicking the sheets away to follow me into our bathroom.
It’s bright, with mirrors everywhere. My hair looks an absolute mess, strands falling down my shoulders, I’ve got flushed cheeks, and glistening skin, perspiration all over. Five minutes with him just does that to you. He looks impressive from behind me, his brown hair was thrown back, wide blue eyes staring right at me from the reflection. I can see the extension of his tattoos, the tanned skin from being under the sun a little too long last weekend.
Louis is a sight for sore eyes.
We exchange a look then smile. The kind of intimacy that only comes when you love someone, beyond passion, beyond attraction.
He undoes the clasp of my bra. I sigh in relief, gasping when his hands cup my boobs, pinching my oversensitive nipples. I can’t help but toss my head back, resting it on his shoulder. He’s good at this, playing with me, edging me out.
“Missed them even more,” Louis expresses, a half-smile on his face. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
“You know you’re probably the only man on earth that can get away with saying stuff like that, right?” We share a laugh. “Turn the water on, sweets, yeah? I need to take the tampon off.”
While he busies himself with getting things ready, I put my leg up on the toilet and gently pull it out, being careful not to spill any blood on the floor. I’m mentally grateful it’s not an extra heavy day. I wrap it up in toilet paper and toss it in the bin.
“Water is warm, baby,” Steam starts to fog up the room. “Come.”
“I hope I will.” I wink at him. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so cheeky.
“Don’t tease me,” Lust soaks up his voice, eyes stern. He’d punish me for sure. When I wasn’t expecting him to do so. When we weren’t so desperate for each other. Whenever he’s back home, there’s no games, just tension relief.
He goes in, standing beneath the shower rain, his back facing me. I look at his ass, all perky and round. It’s no secret that I got a thing for it, and I might’ve bitten it a few… hundred times. Whenever I get the chance, really. I grab them, squeezing the muscle, a hoarse laugh falling from his lips. Louis thinks it’s silly, doesn’t see how it’s so great.
We kiss, then. In a brief moment, he spins and pulls me in, tongue rolling ‘round with mine. It’s wet, crude even. I make sounds that would mistake me for a pornstar, groaning when his tip brushes where I’m aching with need. He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to him, sucking and biting. Leaving behind bruises I’ll have trouble covering. The adrenaline high doesn’t let me focus on that, though.
His hand slides between us, lodging between my legs, his palm pressing my pulsating clit. I call out for him, squeezing his shoulders, whimpering. Just this faint touch sends me into overdrive. It’s borderline ridiculous. How good he is. Or how much I want him. How I crave for him like a junkie craves a fix. It’s the trip of a lifetime when he’s inside me.
I go for his dick, so painfully hard it could cut right through me. There’s something about watching his eyes snap close, or how he moans, but I wobble, my breathing going fitful. He says my name, pressing his soft lips to my forehead, still rubbing me out. My hand seems smaller when it’s wrapped around the width of him. Louis feels heavy and scorching hot.
“I want to do something,” I whisper, high on the pleasure he was giving me. “Would you let me?”
“I want to fuck you, darling,” It’s raw, doesn’t sound dirty, more like a pleading question. “Please let me, hmm? I want to fill you up. Watch it drip down out of you. My pretty baby with cum all over her legs.”
A pained whimper comes out.
The tip of his fingers are stained red, they never really slipped inside me, just circling, creating a build-up that leaves me in discomfort. It’s unusual how much time we are taking with this, at this point, we would’ve fucked about three times already. Either way, I like it. The glint in his eyes, eyes that I adore. Diamond beauties staring down at me, so full of desire. It’s powerful. To know you have such an effect on a man like him.
I place him in the tight space between my thighs, both of us groaning with the stronger contact. I’m dripping and it’s not just blood, he’s thrumming, hips sloppily jerking forward. I feel him almost in me, but not quite. I scream, I’m sure our neighbours would make complaints. I don’t find it in me to care. It's way too heavenly.
Tattooed hands land on each of my love handles, our bodies are almost one at this point. That’s when he lifts my leg, we both can’t do any more foreplay, no more waiting. I help him inside, a little bit of blood gushing before he’s deep within. It takes a while for me to get used to him again, two months can be enough for things to shrink back up.
“God, your cunt is so fucking tight,” He mumbles, out-of-worldly. “You’re gonna make me come and I barely even started.”
“And you’re so fucking big, gonna split me open,” I shoot back, gripping tight on his forearm, trying to balance myself as he starts to pound, slowly at first. “Fuck, baby. This is so good.”
“Tell me who can make you feel so good, baby doll,” A particular hard snap of his hips makes me sway on my step, but his iron grip steadies me. “Use your words. I want to know.”
“You!” It’s a desperate squeal, I feel full, he stretches me to a burning point. Pain mixing with pleasure. It doesn’t take a scientist to tell me I’ll have trouble sitting down tomorrow. “You, baby.”
Louis lifts my other leg, both on the crook of his arms, and presses me against the tiled wall of our bathroom. His teeth clamp around my nipple, biting, sucking. I feel dizzy with the torrential rain of emotions. The water keeps falling on us, warm. It splashes when he thrusts.
None of us is lasting longer. I wasn’t particularly known to do so, not when he was the one handling me anyway. Some people are just skilled. Just know how to push somebody else’s buttons. And Louis knew how to push mine. He knew how to push me into the fucking edge. Coax a string of orgasms out of me if he so wanted. With his fingers, with his tongue, with his dick.
I moan, one hand tugging the hair at the nape of his neck and the other going to where our bodies met. It’s a fucking sight. Watching him go in then out of me. I start rubbing myself.
“You have to be quieter,” He says, our foreheads glued together, still slamming into me like I’m his favourite rag doll. “We don’t need people calling the police.”
“It’s your fault,” My reply is followed by a curse word. “Giving it to me so good like that.”
“Mmhm,” Dark blue looks at me, I can feel him getting sloppier. It’s close.
In urgency, he kisses me, I’m too frail, too putty in his hands. A numbness starts on the tip of my toes, it makes my eyes roll back, I can’t even voice anything anymore, entirely surrendered to him. To the vulnerability of this moment. Being his as much as he’s mine.
Time stands still whenever I’m with him. And right now, I can’t even keep track of it, too lost in him. That’s why I don’t know how long it took, it could’ve been seconds or minutes or hours. But I broke. Went up screaming. Barely registering he was telling me to shush, that it was too late in the night to be so loud. If that was what he was saying at all.
I’m shuddering, that I can tell with conviction, convulsing. That doesn’t happen often. I mean, it’s always fucking good, but like this, like I’m on something, that’s exceptional. At one point, he growls, squeezing me tighter. His hips stutter, face squashed against my chest. He spends himself inside me, as it was promised. I’m beyond satisfied, I’m in a state of bliss no one can reach me. Where the world doesn’t exist, only him.
Louis stays in for a while longer, nuzzling between my breasts, I play with his hair, a bubbly smile on my face. No high higher than this. He helps me down, I don’t trust my feet, clinging to him like a child. A chuckle falls from his lips.
“That good, huh?”
I just nod.
“I’ll help you clean up.”
With a sponge and a bit of liquid soap, Louis rubs down my body, taking his time to bubble me up. I’m still sensitive to touch, I have to pull his hand away when he tries to touch me down there, where I’m probably red and still swollen. I can feel the burn. Good burn, though.
When we both finish cleaning ourselves up, we step out of the shower. He still has a protective hand around my waistline. I wince at the thought of moving away, but I have to, I can tell I’m one second shy of making a mess on the floor.
He fetches us towels while I go deal with the bloody problem. Pun intended. I clean the dripping blood mixed with cum on my thighs, and when I look up, deep blue is fixed on me. As if entranced.
“What?”
“You just look hot.”
A little laugh slips.
“Thanks. You don’t look so bad,” I groan, it’s still sore-ish when I slide the tampon in. “You really did a number on me.”
“Eh, who’s counting?”
Louis winks, helping me up, I’m still weak on the legs. There’s no need to get dressed, so we wrap ourselves under the sheets, our sopping hair making stains on the pillows.
It’s so painfully intimate.
“I love you,” I whisper, half-asleep, minutes later.
“I love you more.”
His voice is the last sound I hear before I drift to the first night of sleep where I feel full, happy, and satiated. Slept like a queen, his arms wrapped around my waist, cheek pressed to my back. I was on my little piece of heaven and no one could ever snap me out.
Summary: this was an anonymous request on tumblr: “how would you feel about writing a one shot where Harry talks to y/n about having a three some.. but it’s with another guy and that guy could be zayn?”
Warnings: SMUT18+, threesome, double penetration, guyxguy, slapping, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, ALL THE FILTH like nasty dirty filth
I need to go touch grass after writing this so enjoy
Master List
∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘
I look up from my phone to see Harry staring at me.
“Yes?” I lay my phone in my lap and sit up, sitting criss cross on the couch, “What might you need?”
He shrugs, “just thinking.” A smirk slowly grows on his lips. I tilt my head, “Thinking what exactly?”
He bites his lip and shakes his head, “Nothing.”
“No, Harry.” I move over to him and sit on his lap, “What?”
Curiosity taking over me.
He laughs and lays his hand on my thigh, “Have you ever.. thought about..” he pauses and looks up at me. I run a hand through his hair, “Thought about.. what?”
“Having a threesome?”
His words cause my breathe to hitch in my throat. I stare at him for a second and nod slightly.
“Really?” He smirks, “Another guy or girl?”
I shrug, “Another guy.”
He raises his eyebrows, “Yeah? I might be able to help with that.”
I bite my lip, “Yeah?”
He nods and pats my thigh, “Go get ready. Fancy attire.” I give him a quick kiss before i scurry off to get ready.
——
After looking through all of my dresses, I let out a defeated sigh, “Harry.” I call out and sit on the bed. He walks in and looks at me, “What’s up, babe?”
“I can’t.. I don’t know what to wear.” I run a hand through my hair.
“Wear the purple dress. Zayn likes purple.”
My heart skips a beat when he says his name, “Zayn?” Harry nods with a smirk, “That’s who I said, yes.”
Zayn is Harry’s best friend.
Zayn is also wildly attractive in ways that intimidate me.
I can feel my palms get sweaty so I wipe them on my legs, “Is he the-“
Harry cuts me off, “Yes.” He walks over and stands between my knees, gently lifting my chin up with his finger, “Is that alright?”
I bite my lip and nod. He smirks and runs his thumb over my lips, “He’s always talking about how sexy he thinks you are.”
I squeeze my thighs together, “Does he?”
He nods once, “Oh yeah. Every time we’re together, you’re the topic of choice.”
I smile and can feel my cheeks getting warm, “Wow, I-I had no idea.”
“I didn’t want you to know until I thought it was the right time to ask. I told him I’d be okay with it only if you were.”
I listen to him speak.
“You run this thing. You say stop, we stop. No questions. You won’t hurt anyone’s feelings.” He cups my cheeks, “Do you want to do this?”
I nod instantly, “Yes, baby.”
He kisses my nose, “Good. Now slip on that dress. I told Zayn we’ll meet him at Rio’s in twenty.”
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I grab Harry’s hand as I exit the car, pulling my dress down slightly.
“No, leave it like it was. It’ll drive Z crazy.” Harry pulls my dress up slightly up my thighs and smirks, “Fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”
I smile and take his hand again, following him inside. It’s kinda crowded, “There’s a lot of people here.”
“There won’t be where we’re going to be.” Harry leans down and whispers. I nod and walk with him to the back through a curtain that’s hanging over the door way.
“Styles. Malik is here waiting for us.” Harry tells the waiter and he nods, “Yes sir. Your table is ready just through that arch way right there.”
Harry gives him a quick thank you and tugs on my hand. I take a deep breathe just before we walk through and my eyes immediately land on him.
“Harry, hello mate. How are you?” Zayn stands up and gives him a hug. His eyes stay on me as he leans back, “My, my.” He tsks his tongue and walks around me, admiring every inch of what he can see, “Always so beautiful.”
He looks up at Harry, “May I?”
Harry looks at me, “You okay with letting him touch you?” I nod, “Yes, baby.”
“Then yes.” Harry sits down and crosses one leg over his, watching as Zayn takes my hand into his and kisses my knuckles, “You look ravishing tonight, darling.”
“Thank you, Zayn.” I smile and glance over at Harry. He had it elbow resting on the arm rest and his two fingers are pressed against his lips. He gives me a quick wink and i look back at Zayn, “You look so handsome.”
He chuckles, “I put on my best fit as soon as Harry called me.” He motions towards the table, “Shall we sit and talk?”
I nod and sit down in the chair next to Harry. Zayn sits next to me but across from Harry so we’re evenly spaced out, “So.” He picks up his glass of dark liquor and sips it, “What should we discuss first?”
I shrug and look at Harry, “I’m not Um, too sure..” I look back at Zayn, “I never did this before.” I anxiously sip my water.
“S’alright love, we’ll walk you through it, but at anytime, if you want to stop it if anything hurts or you don’t like it, please tell me.” Zayn lays a hand on mine, “My goal isn’t to hurt you.”
“But what if I like it?” I bite my lip and he raises his eyebrows, caught off by my words, “Then, I guess..” he smirks, “We’d keep doing it, yeah?”
“Only if you truly like it, baby.” Harry picks my other hand up and kisses it, “Our goal, like Zayn said, is to make you feel good.”
Having both of their hands on mine sends shivers down my spine but it almost makes me feel powerful.
I’m in control of this.
I’m in control.
“so like, boundaries in a way?” I ask slipping my hands from them and resting them under my chin. Zayn nods, “Yes, exactly.”
“I already know what you do and don’t like, sweetheart. Zayn needs to know everything.” Harry sips his drink and leans back in his chair, his hand extended out to lay on my thigh.
I sigh, “Well, what I do like is roughness.” My eyes flick up to Zayn’s and he tilts his head, “Oh? Elaborate for me please.”
I bite my lip, “I like to be choked, smacked, spanked, tied up. I really love it when Harry tells me when I can and can’t cum.” Harry’s hand grips my thigh. Hard.
“I just like being used but also taken care of if that makes sense.” I lay my hand on Harry’s, “Like after a few smacks of the face, Harry will rub his thumb over it asking me if I’m okay, and when I say yes he calls me a good girl for taking it.”
“You like being praised, don’t you?” Zayn bites his lip and smiles, “Fuck.”
“That she does, Z. That. She. Does.” Harry chimes in, “She also like when you tease her, talk dirty to her. She’s a really dirty girl.” He winks at me and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.
“You really won with her, didn’t you?” Zayn smirks, “I have to admit, I am kind of nervous.”
“Why?” I tilt my head, my anxiety kind of subsides, “you have nothing to be worried about. Right baby?” I look over at Harry and he nods slowly while staring back at me.
“Do you have have any boundaries that you don’t want crossed?” Zayn asks, “I want to know so I don’t offend you in anyway.”
I smile and lay a hand on his, “You won’t offend me, I don’t have any.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “Fucking hell, alright.”
“I do have one question though.” I bring my water up and sip it. I look between both of them, “How do you feel about kissing each other?”
Harry smirks and looks down before looking at me with a smile, “Will that turn you on?”
I nod and look over at Zayn who also has a smirk on his lips, “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
I shrug with a smirk and I look over at Harry to give him a smile. He brings my hand up to his lips and presses a kiss onto my skin, “Just remember, baby. You run the show.”
——
Zayn had to run home and grab some things so harry and I wait in the car at home. He looks over at me and grabs my face and kisses me, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Are you sure?” I ask him, “I want to, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable wi-“
“Baby. Baby. I want this too.” He kisses me again, “I’ve wanted this. I just wasn’t sure if you did.”
I smile, “I can’t wait to see you make out with that beautiful man.” He chuckles, “You’re so fucking dirty.” He slides his hand up and grabs a fist full of my hair, “Does that make your pussy wet, thinking of me kissing Zayn?”
I whimper, “Y-yes.”
He rubs his nose on my cheek and moves to bite my earlobe, “How about if he sucks my cock? Hmm. Will that make it wetter?”
I squeeze my thighs together at the thought, “Fuck yes.” I say with a slight moan, “And you sucking him off..” I open my eyes to look at him. His eyes meet mine and they’re dark, “I want you on my face as he sucks me off.”
“I’ll sit on your face and help him suck you off.”
He freezes at my words and pulls me in for a hot, heated kiss. He moans against my lips and slides a hand down to slip under my dress, “I want to feel how soaked your little slutty pussy is.”
He slips two fingers in and moans slightly, “Fuck. Think you can handle two cocks in that beautiful cunt of yours?”
The thought of trying makes me moan, “Fuck. Yes.” I cling to his arm as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, “Fuck, baby.”
His lips attach themselves to my neck, sucking a deep purple mark into it, “Such a whore for me. I love it.”
“Only you.” I moan out, “Fuck, only for you.”
He keeps his grip on my hair and his the pace of his fingers steady. I arch my back and spread my legs wider as he gets me to cum.
“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He groans as I clench repeatedly around his fingers, my chest heaving as I come down.
“Now you own Zayn an orgasm.” I tease with a smile. He chuckles and licks his fingers clean, “That I do.”
——
There as knock on the door and I get up to answer it, “Hey you’re here finally.”
Zayn nods, “Yeah sorry I had some stuff at home but I’m here now so..” he glances over at Harry and he nods. I go to turn around but Zayn grabs me and crashes his lips onto mine. My hands immediately find his neck and I slide my hand to the back of his head.
He groans against my lips and slides his hands down my back.
He leans back and I slowly open my opens. He smiles, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
I smile slightly, still in shock that we’re just jumping right into it. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the couch. He sits be down close to Harry and he sits down beside me, grabbing my leg to throw over his lap, Harry does the same.
“I owe you an orgasm, Z.” Harry runs his hand up and down my exposed thigh, “Y/N and I kinda had a moment in the car, and I couldn’t wait for you.”
He chuckles and slides his hand up my thigh, achingly slow, “I’ll just have to claim that right now, don’t I?” He leans in, his lips drag across my neck and his fingers drag up my covered center.
“She tastes amazing.” Harry says brushing hair from my face, “Don’t you, love?”
I nod, “I do. You should taste me.”
“I’m definitely going to take you up on that offer.” He gently sets my leg down and moves to the floor, kneeling between my legs.
Harry holds my thigh and I spread my other one more, “Please.” I whimper, causing him to smile, “Eager, aren’t we?”
“She’s my little attention whore when it comes to this.” Harry kisses my cheek and works down to my neck, biting and a spot in my skin to match the other side.
I moan and arch my back, my breathing gaining a more rapid speed, “Fuck. Please touch me.” I beg desperately, “Please.”
“Go ahead, Z. Give her what she wants.” Harry says with a slight chuckle. Zayn hooks his fingers into the band of my panties and slides them down my legs.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re soaked.”
Harry squeezes my thigh, “Fucking hell, I want to touch you so bad.” He kisses my neck and slides his hand up my body, tugging my dress down to free my boobs. His hand goes back and fourth, kneading them one at a time.
Zayn leans in, swirling his tongue around my clit a few times, then diving straight in. I gasp and throw my head back onto Harry’s shoulder, “Shit.”
“Feel good?” He asks while pinching my nipples, “Looks like it does. The way your face is twitching, fuck. You look so beautiful having your pussy eaten like this.”
I shut my eyes right and reach down to push Zayn’s head in further to me, “Fuck, fuck.”
I reach my other arm up to lay on the back of Harry’s head. I turn mine and pull him down to kiss me. He swallows each one of my moans, returning some into my mouth as I tug his hair.
“She’s close, Z.” Harry says sliding a hand to my throat, “Fuck.” He gently closes his fingers around my neck, whimpers escaping the tighter he squeezes.
Zayn moans against me and grips my thighs, his fingertips digging hard into my skin. My eyes roll back as my orgasm snaps, causing my whole body to feel warm. I dig my heel into his back and arch mine as I cum.
“There you go, sweetheart, that’s it.” Harry whispers into my ear. He slowly lets go of my throat and slides his hand down my body, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze, “Did that feel good?”
I open my eyes and smile, “Yes.”
He kisses my temple and looks down at Zayn. I look down and Zayn leans back, “Bloody hell, she tastes better than you said.”
I blush slightly and smile.
Zayn rubs my thigh and kisses it,“Now what would you like to do, love?”
I bite my lip and look at Harry, “I want to sit on your face.” Harry smirks and nods, “Alright, but you gotta tell him.”
I bite my lip and look back at Zayn, “I want to sit on Harry’s face while you suck his cock.”
Zayn raises his eyebrows and his eyes move to Harry, “You alright with that?”
Harry nods, “More than alright.”
I bite my lip and sit up as they set my leg down, “Bedroom?” I ask biting my thumbnail.
“Bedroom.” They say at the same time.
I stand up and catch my balance as my legs still haven’t fully recovered from my second orgasm of the night. Harry wraps his arm around my waist, “Good?”
I nod and laugh slightly, “Yeah, I’m alright.”
We make our way upstairs and enter our bedroom, “Take this off for us love, I’m sure Zayn would love to see more of what he’s working with.” He unzips my dress and it pools at my feet. I step out and walk over to the bed, laying down to watch them undress.
Harry gives me a wink before grabbing Zayn’s neck and crashing his lips onto his.
I gasp at the sight, “Fuck.” I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
Zayn lays his hands on Harry’s waist and pushes himself closer to him. They shake their jackets off and unbutton their shirts, all without breaking the kiss.
I’m in absolute awe with what I’m seeing.
I sit up and lay back up against the headboard, my hand slipping between my legs. I circle my clit with my fingers and my lips part.
I am so turned on, I’m getting frustrated that no one is touching me.
“Fuck, come over here.” I whine, “I need you.”
They break the kiss, smirks plastered on their faces, “Needy little thing.” Zayn chuckles and undoes his belt, Harry does the same.
They both lose their pants and boxers and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. I sit up on my knees and lean forward.
They each get on their knees beside me, my hands immediately take both of their cocks, pumping slowly as they kiss my neck.
Nothing but their quiet moans fill my ears and I gasp as their hands slide down my body. One is circling my clit and the other is sliding between my folds from behind.
I moan as a finger slides in and I arch my back, squeezing their cocks gently in my hands.
“I can’t wait to feel the inside of that pussy with my cock.” Zayn moans, “You feel so good around my fingers.”
I turn my head to kiss him, his hand cups my cheek and Harrys free one grips my ass, “She feels so good, think she can take us both?”
Zayn kisses back my jaw and nips my ear lobe, “It’ll be so hot to see her try.”
“Okay.” I breath out and turn to Harry, pushing him back on the bed. He smiles up at me and holds his hands out. I spin around so I’m facing Zayn and straddle Harry’s head. I lay my hands into his and my eyes roll back as I feel his tongue lick up my soaked folds.
I open my eyes and see Zayn laying on the bed with his arm over Harry’s waist, “Fuck that’s so hot.” I bite my lip and watch as he takes Harry’s cock in his hand, pumping it a few times, slow.
Harry moans against me which causes me to moan. He bucks his hips and Zayn leans in, taking the tip of it in between his lips. My mouth drops slightly and I try to lean down to help. I slide my hands up and down Harry’s chest and dig my nails in when he sucks on my clit.
“Fuck.” I breathe out loudly, “That feels so fucking good baby.”
Zayn takes Harry’s cock into his mouth and bobs his head. I lean down slowly, kissing anywhere I can get my lips. Harry holds my hips as I lean in closer to Zayn. He pops off and looks at me.
“Mind if I help?” I whisper giving him a smile. He shakes his head, “Not at all, darling.”
Zayn and I lick up each side of Harry’s cock before we go halves on the tip. Our tongues swirling around, running into each other every once and a while. I move my head up, kissing Zayn’s lips as Harry’s cock nudges our cheeks.
I moan into his mouth and gasp as I feel another orgasm coming on, “Fuck, I’m gunna cum.” I whimper and arch my back down. Zayn continues to suck off Harry as I watch, my orgasm coming in fast.
I fist the bed sheets with one hand and dig my nails into Harry’s thigh with the other, cursing fast and loud.
I clench around his tongue and leans head back in, my tongue working the base of Harry’s cock as Zayn works the top half.
Harry moans and bucks his hips up, digging his fingers into my lower back.
I come down from my high and swing my leg over Harry’s head, his moans louder now that they’re not muffled by me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pants and arches his back slightly. I lean in and kiss his lips, “That feel good baby? You like it when Zayn sucks your cock? I know I do.”
His eyes open and he grabs my throat, roughly pulling me down to kiss me again, “You’re such a fucking whore. I love that shit.” He kisses me again and Zayn sits up, “Shit.”
I smile and look down at Harry, “Do you want to fuck me or should we let our guest do that?” He bites his lip, “I think you need to cum again.” He sits up and points for Zayn to lay down, which he does.
I bite my lip, waiting for Harry to instruct me on what to do.
“Sit on his face.”
I nod once and straddle Zayn’s head, his hand’s immediately lay on my hips and his tongue slides between my folds.
“You can’t help until I say you can, got it?” Harry lays down and instantly takes Zayn’s throbbing cock into his mouth. I gasp and lay my hands on Zayn’s chest, moaning out loudly.
Zayn moans against me and I grind my hips down onto him more, “Fuck.” My eyes go back to watching Harry.
“Please.” I whimper out, no response. I bite my lip and tilt my head back, moaning out Zayn’s name.
“That’s it baby. Tell him how good he makes you feel.” Harry says while pumping Zayn’s cock in his hand, “You look so pretty, such a good girl letting him eat you like that.”
I whimper at his words, “Feels so good.”
“Come help me baby.”
I immediately fall forward and lick up Zayn’s cock.
Harry’s lips find mine before circling Zayn’s tip and I kiss down the shaft of his cock. Zayn moans against me and digs his fingers in more.
I gasp and throw my head back as my legs start to shake, “Sh-shit.”
“Cum on his face baby. You’re doing such a good job, baby. Such a good job.” Harry rubs my cheek with his thumb as I cum, “Let him feel that pussy now baby.”
I nod and swing my leg over with a slight whimper.
I lay down on the bed and Zayn rolls on top of me, “Give me a second, I have to grab a condom, love.” I nod and Zayn is replaced by Harry. He hovers over top of me, the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy.
“Please, baby. I need a cock in me.” I beg while moving my hips to try and get more, “Baby.”
He pulls his hips back and shakes his head, “Ah, ah, baby.”
I whine and arch my back, “Fuck.”
“You’re such a desperate little slut. Needy and hungry for cock.” He leans down and kisses my neck as he rubs his cock teasingly against me again.
I grab his hips and try to pull him in but I’m too weak from my previous orgasms. I could cry with how cock hungry I am right now, frustrated that no one is in my pussy yet.
“Here baby.” Harry says rolling off of me, laying next to me on the bed, “He’s back.”
Zayn falls into place between my legs again and pushes his cock into me. My eyes roll back and I leg out a loud and high pitched moan.
“Is that what you wanted?” Harry asks laying a hand on my stomach.
I nod and arch my back, “Y-yes.”
Zayn squeezes my hips and thrusts into me hard, moaning with each time he enters back into me, “So wet.”
“She gets soaked.” Harry says before taking my nipple between his teeth, gently biting down. I gasp and tangle a hand in his curls. He sucks and slides a hand down, circling my clit, adding more pleasure.
“H-hit me.” I moan out as I look at Zayn. He bites his lip and tilts his head, “fuck.”
Harry lifts his head and watches as Zayn lean down, holding onto my thigh as his hand connects with my cheek.
“You like that, sweetheart? Hmm?” Zayn groans, “Fucking hell.”
“Again.” I pant out, “Please.”
I can feel another orgasm ripping through my core and the second smack sends me over the edge. I arch my back and pull Harry’s hair, causing him to moan out.
Zayn smacks my other cheek and I moan out as my body twitches with pleasure.
“Doing so good baby. Doing do good.” Harry assured me as he kisses my cheek over and over.
I relax into the bed and Zayn pulls out with a grunt, “I about came, she feels incredible.” Harry chuckles, “Oh I know. She does that to me everyday.”
Harry leans in to me, “You doing okay, baby?”
I smile and nod slightly, “Mhm.”
“You sure? We can sto-“
I cut him off, “I want you.”
He nods and taps my thigh, “Can you roll over?”
I nod and roll over onto my stomach. Zayn sits down on the bed beside me with his back against the headboard, “You’re doing such a great job, sweetheart.” He stroke my hair and smiles down at me.
I smile back and scoot over to slip the condom off of him. He gasps slightly and bucks his hips. Harry spreads my cheeks and slides his cock into my sensitive cunt, causing both of us to moan out.
I slowly stroke Zayn’s cock and moan against the tip as I put it between my lips. Zayn’s breathe hitches and he lays a hand on my head, “Fuck.”
Harry drags a hand up my back and gathers my hair into a makeshift pony tale. He bobs my head as he thrusts in and out of me. I moan repeatedly and push my ass up in the air as much as I can.
Harry let’s go of my hair and pulls my hips up, holding them there. I moan as the new angle and tilt my head back.
“You gonna cum again?” Zayn asks as he lays a hand on my cheek, “Cum for us, love.”
Zayn talks me through my orgasm as Harry moans grow louder and louder. I push my hips back to meet Harry’s and I clench around his cock, screaming out his name.
“H-Harry..”
He slows his thrusts down, guiding me through my high and lays my hips down after he pulls out.
“Need you both.” I whimper as I find the strength to roll over, “please.”
Harry smirks, “you sure?”
I nod, “Please.”
Harry nods towards Zayn and he moves to him. They discuss how they want to do it before finally coming over to me.
“Think you can ride me, darling?” Zayn asks rubbing my knee. I nod and sit up, “I sure can.” He smiles and lays on the bed, helping me position myself over him.
“Do you wa-“
“Forget it.” I gasp as I sink down onto his bare cock. He groans and grips my hips, “just cum in my mouth.”
He nods, “Sure thing.”
“Ready?” Harry asks as he places a hand on my back, “Let me know if this is uncomfortable.”
I try to stay relaxed as I prepare myself to get stretched out. Harry starts to push his cock into me along with Zayn’s. I gasp and moan out, leaning down to lay my head on Zayn’s chest.
Zayn reaches down and rubs my clit as Harry continues to push in, spreading me with his hands to help him go in a little bit more.
“Now you stay still, baby. Let us do the work. You feel okay?” Harry rubs my hips with his thumbs.
I nod, “Fuck. That feels..” I moan loudly against Zayn’s neck, “So fucking good.”
They work slowly to get into a rhythm and I am falling apart for them. Zayn wraps an arm around my waist and holds me tight while Harry grips my hips. Each of their cocks slowly work in and out of me, sending an immense about of pleasure through my body.
I feel like I black out as I cum for, what I hope is, the final time tonight. All I can do is moan, over and over and over again.
“Fuck, I’m gunna cum.” Zayn grunts.
“Shit shit.” Harry groans and pulls out, Zayn following behind. I roll over and they move up to pump their cocks over my face. White strings of cum fall onto my face as they moan and grunt.
Zayn falls back and rests on his calves and Harry gets up. He comes back with a warm wash cloth and gently wipes my face, “You did so fucking good baby. So, so good.” He whispers as he cleans me up.
“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Zayn leans down and kisses my forehead. I grab him and kiss him one last time, “It was amazing. Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He winks, “Now rest up.”
Harry helps me get into bed and covers me up. He places a kiss on my lips, “I love you.”
I smile and open my eyes to look at him, “I love you.” He rubs my head and stands up. Him and Zayn leave the room and I fall into a much needed sleep.
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Please for the love of Harold, tell me how this was. I don’t even know how I wrote this. My mouth was dropping at my own writing.
if you have any ideas feel free to send them my way!
Tag list: @daddybuckethat @hsonlyangelxo @harrysluvv @tbsloneely @haroldsbabymama @victoria-styles
Summary: Anon request - “Can you do a first time hookup smut with Niall? You can decide on the specifics, but something where he is very cocky and arrogant, and y/n cannot stand him. But there ends up being some situation where she sees him in just his boxers, which are very tight and don't leave much to the imagination. HIs muscles look very nice, and the bulge is evident, and she gets caught oogling him. He takes full advantage and eventually gets her on her knees. Lots of cocky dirty talking from Niall, making her gag and choke on him. Sorry, it's so dirty, but he's been looking mighty fine lately lol :)”
Since I was left with the specifics, I’m going to do y/n is the photographer on tour and she stand up to Niall about how much of an asshole he is because this picture just speaks to me and I really want to use it. It also felt wrong writing this because Niall is a total sweetheart.
Warnings: SMUT18+, cocky!Niall, asshole!Niall, strong language, semi forceful actions, oral (both), rough sex, squirting, choking, hair pulling, absolute FILTH so read at your own risk
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The fans cheer and scream for Niall as he finishes his song. He smiles and blows kisses, waves, and thanks them, all with a big smile.
The fans absolutely love him, but little do they know..
Niall Horan is a royal fucking asshole.
I walk below the stage, crouching to not get in anyone’s way. I snap pictures of Niall, the crowd, certain fans with their signs, and the band.
I accidentally trip over Niall’s guitar cord, hoping he doesn’t notice. I look up and low and behold, he noticed.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
I mouth, “Sorry.” And move away from that side of the stage, rolling my eyes at the floor.
“You ne-“
“To watch where I’m going, yeah. Got it. Thanks.” I cut Niall off and look over at him, “No need to tell me what I already know.”
“You got quite the attitude on you.”
“And I can say the same thing about you and how much of an asshole you are, but I don’t now do I?”
His eyebrows go up and he looks like I just killed his fucking dog, “Mm.”
“What.” I state setting the camera in my lap, “What now?” I look over at him and he shakes his head, walking away.
I have to admit, standing up to him felt pretty good, even though it could have just cost me my job.
——
As I’m going through the photos from tonight’s show, one picture stops me in my tracks and it feels like I got the wind knocked out of me.
It’s Niall during rehearsal.
Shirtless.
Playing his guitar.
With sunglasses on.
I bite my lip and stare at the picture. It’s a very good picture, I have to pat myself on the back because I’m a very good photographer, no matter what anyone says.
A knock on the door causes me to shut my laptop quickly. I grab my phone looking at the time, “It’s two am.” I get up and throw on my sweatshirt. I look out the peephole and see one of Niall’s managers standing there.
I open the door, “Hey.”
“Sorry, y/n. I know it’s late, but Niall is requesting you.”
I freeze, “Am I getting fired?”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “I doubt that. You’re the best photographer he’s had. Only one that can take his shit.”
I laugh slightly, “Not wrong about that. Give me a moment and I’ll go see him.” He nods and walks away. I shut the door and take a deep breathe, “Okay.”
I open the door and step out, locking it behind me. I walk down the hall and knock on Niall’s hotel door.
His voice sounds on the other side of the door, “Come in.” And he sounds pissed.
I take a deep breathe and open the door, slowly stepping in and closing it behind me. Niall is no where in sight, “Hello?” I call out, anxiously rocking on my heels.
“In here.”
I round the corner to see Niall standing in the room where his bed is.
He’s in nothing but boxers. Tight boxers at that. My eyes are captivated by his body, how toned his muscles are. Then his cock laying in his boxers, seeing the outline is causing a warm feeling to grow between my legs.
I squeeze my thighs together and snap my head up at Niall snaps, “Hello. Are you even listening to me?”
I blink and shake my head, “I-I’m sorry I-“
He chuckles, “It’s okay, love. You can tell me how good I look. I know that’s what you were staring at.” He hangs his shirt up and walks over to me, his face inches from mine, “Or was it my cock? Hmm. We’re you staring at my cock?”
I swallow and nod.
“I wanna hear you say it, darlin’.” He drags his fingers up my arm, “Tell me.”
“Y-yes.”
“Y-yes what?” He mocks me.
“Yes Niall. I was staring at your cock.” I say with a huff, “Happy?”
He tsks his tongue, “I won’t be happy until your choking on it. Knees, sweetheart.”
I blink a few times and tilt my head, “What?” I ask, making sure I heard him correctly.
“You heard me. Knees.”
I drop down to my knees, “Can I at least take my hoodie off first?”
“Ask nicely and maybe you can.”
His words cause me to roll my eyes, “May I please take off my sweatshirt, sir?”
He laughs and shakes his head, “Take it off but once it’s off, I don’t want you speaking until I fucking tell you to. I’m sick of hearing you and that attitude.”
I pull my sweatshirt up, mocking him silently before tossing my sweatshirt aside. He stands up from the bed, his underwear tighter from his cock growing harder.
I bite my lip and look up at him, waiting for him to do whatever it is he’s going to do.
He reaches down, cupping my chin with his fingers and tilts it up. His thumb rubs over my lips, pulling my bottom lip down a little bit, “You’re a great photographer, I’ll give you that.”
I stare up at him, a smirk toying with my lips.
He clenches his jaw, “Let’s just see if you can take my cock as good as you take photos.”
His words send chills down my spine, I didn’t want them, but at the same time, I wanted it. Bad.
“Open.” He commands, pulling himself from his boxers.
I open my mouth and lay my tongue out flat. He taps the head of his cock on my tongue a few times before sliding it against it, slowly at first. I wrap my lips around him and start to swirl my tongue, earning a few moans and groans from him.
“Shit.” He breathes out, “Fuck that feels good.”
I fight back a smirk and lay my tongue flat, relaxing so I can slide him into my throat. He takes that opportunity to grab my head, bobbing it up and down.
I gag a few times before he pulls my head off, “Take a deep breathe because it’s going back in there.”
I roll my eyes and he grips my chin, “Just wait, I’ll give you a good reason to roll them eyes.” He taps my cheek with his fingers gently before getting a grip on my hair again.
I open my mouth and he slides right back into my throat, choking me with his cock. He bobs my head for me at a semi quick pace, the only sound filling the room is the gawking noise from him fucking my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.” Niall moans loudly, “Shit.”
He pulls me off and I look up at him, slowly wiping the saliva off of my chin. He gives me a smirk and tilts his head, “You about made me cum.”
I shrug and smirk.
“That’s about the only good thing you can do with your mouth.”
My smirk drops and I roll my eyes.
“Bed. Now.”
I get up and move onto the bed.
“Lay back.”
I lay back and watch him. He leans over me and rips my tank top, right up the middle. My mouth drops slightly and he gives me a cocky grin. I fight to roll my eyes and just look away from him.
“What? No eye roll this time?”
I bite down on my lip and lift my hips as he pulls my leggings and underwear down my legs, dropping them at the foot of the bed, “I said no speaking, but that doesn’t includes moaning and screaming my name.”
He gives me a wink before pushing my knees apart, leaning down to eat my pussy like a ravenous animal.
I gasp and arch my back, letting out the moan I’ve been holding in since he started his shit, “Oh, fuck me.”
He leans back, “Don’t worry, I will.”
He goes back to sucking my clit, working two fingers in and thrusting them in and out at a fast pace. I twist my hips and Niall lays his arm over them, “Mm.”
I grab the pillow behind me, pulling it down to bite it as I feel myself squirt onto his hand, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The pillow is ripped away, “No. I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear you. I want them to know that I’m doing a good job.” He smirks and looks down, “From the looks of it, I’m doing the job well.”
I lay there panting, closing my eyes so I don’t give him the satisfaction of rolling them again.
He goes back to what he was doing, attacking my clit as he finger fucks me. I arch my back off the bed, pushing my hips down, “Fuck, Niall. Fuckfuckfuck.”
“There you go, love.” Niall groans rubbing my clit vigorously as I feel myself cum, “That’s it.”
I lay an arm over my eyes, breathing heavy as I come down from my high.
“Think I have you wet enough now, don’t you think?” He chuckles and pulls me further down so my ass is right at the edge of the bed and my back is on the wet spot.
I don’t even bother arguing, I’ll just shower when I leave. He lays his hands on my thighs, under my knees and pushes my legs down, “Look at me. I want to see those eyes roll back when I stick my cock into that bratty little cunt of yours.”
I move my arm and lock eyes with him, and I can’t fight it. As soon as he slides in, not giving me a second to adjust to his size, my eyes roll back and a moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck, you got a hell of a good pussy on you.” He moans as his fingers dig into my knees, “Fucking hell.”
I grip the back of my thighs, squeezing to get some sort of leverage, “Fuck. Fuck. Niall. Please.”
“Please what?”
I don’t even know why I said please, I can’t even think straight right now.
“I need to cum, I’m gunna cum.” I scream out, “Fuck, fuck.” I arch my back off the bed as my hands slam down, grabbing the sheets as I clench my walls around his cock.
He groans and lets go of my legs, leaning down to take the skin of my neck between his teeth, biting and sucking deep purple marks into every inch he gets.
I wrap my leg around him, my arm goes around his neck, other hand goes into his dark hair, “That feels so fucking good, Niall.”
He smirks and crashes his lips onto mine, making out as he thrusts in and out at a punishing pace.
He moans against my lips and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, causing me to whimper.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He moans kissing me again, “So fucking hot.”
I pull him closer, biting his shoulder as he kisses my neck. I whimper against his skin, feelings of my orgasm returning, “Fuck.” I gasp clinging to him desperately as my body is consumed by pleasure.
His finger tips dig into my hips, hard enough to leave marks, I’m sure.
“Fuck, y/n.” He groans, thrusts slowing down, “Oh fuck.” He quickly pulls out and his cum coats my pelvis in stands. I tilt my head back, eyes closed as I try to control my breathing. He collapses on his back next to me, “Shit.”
“Shit.” I repeat, “That was-“
“Yeah, you don’t have to tell me. I know it was good.” He sits up, chest still rising and falling quickly, “I’ll get you something. Then I’m going for a shower, you can leave or whatever.”
I roll my eyes as he turns his back and I lean up on my elbows, waiting for him to get me something to clean up with. He walk out, tossing me a towel, “Here. Just throw it on the floor when you’re done.”
I nod, “Mhm.”
He goes and starts the shower as I clean up and get dressed, quickly leaving the room and heading back to mine, “God he’s such an asshole.” I mumble as I shut my door.
I press my back to it, laying my head back and taking a deep breathe. I walk over to my unpacked suitcase and grab clothes for a shower.
Something falls onto the floor so I bend down to pick it up and my heart falls to my ass, “Oh shit.”
My eyes move over the letters and go down to the week, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
I forgot to take my birth control.
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Hope you liked this! I kinda felt bad writing Niall as an asshole, he’s such a sweetheart. But idk, cocky Niall does something to me ya know?
Well, as always. If you have any ideas, you can send them here!
Summary: Wattpad request by mysticalrosean - “I was wondering if u could do one with long hair Harry and like the band is doing an interview and his girlfriend is with them, then they end up fucking like in the hotel room while the boys are like in the next room so they hear them”
“I guess just get the album out there, which I know you’re really proud about.” The Kevin asks them.
Harry leans forward, “yeah, we’re very excited, Um, for people to head it. I think we’re so proud of it, and we kind of.” He reaches up and rubs his nose, “had it finished for a couple of months..” he continues talking about the album and I can’t help but just smile, I know he’s so proud.
He asks Niall about the awards and Niall talks about his awards being hung up in his house and how he loves looking at them, and it’s true. I let out a little laugh and shake my head. Harry glances over at me and smirks before looking back at Kevin.
I bite my lip and keep my eyes on him, he’s looking extra good today and I just can’t help but fantasize about getting him alone later on. My eyes move to his hands, watching as they move and how he plays with his rings and interlocks his fingers.
He looks back at me and gives me a quick wink as he fixes his hair.
“Any Harry. How does y/n like the album? Has she listened to any of the tracks at all?” Kevin asks looking at Harry. Harry smiles and nods, “I mean, yeah of course she has.” He looks over at me again and points, “She’s right over there.”
My eyes go wide and I shake my head quickly.
“Oh really?” Kevin looks over at me and waves, “Hello, y/n.” I hold my hand up and smile, “Hello.”
Harry laughs, knowing I’m going to kill him later on.
“Y/n, what’s your favorite song on the album?” Kevin asks, “Or favorites?”
I shrug, “I like them all, honestly, but Temporary Fix is probably going to be my go to.”
“You heard it here, fellas.” Kevin laughs, “Alright, that’s all the time we have for today, so I will catch you guys later!”
The guys say their goodbyes and Harry walks up to me slowly, “Heeey.” He says giving me a dramatic smile, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I push his shoulder, “Still doesn’t make up for putting me on the spot like that.” He chuckles and kisses my neck a few times, “I know how I can make it up to you.”
I look at him and raise my eyebrows, “Yeah?”
He nods with a smirk, “Oh yeah.”
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I giggle as Harry opens the hotel door, pushing me in as he follows behind me. He shuts and locks the door, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks towards me. I slip my sweater off over my head and toss it to the floor.
He slides his shirt down off his shoulders and it falls behind him. He lift me up and kisses my chest as he walks us over to the bed.
“You looked so hot during that interview.” I breathe out, “So fucking good.”
He smirks and lays me down. He starts kissing down my body, “Take these off for me.” He snaps the band of my leggings and stands up, watching as I take off my pants.
“And these?” I bite my lip as I pull the band of my panties. He clenches his jaw and nods once. I slowly slide them down my legs, teasing him a little bit.
He tilts his head and leans down, grabbing my ankles to pull me to the end of the bed. I let out a little squeal and giggle as I slide.
He chuckles and drops to his knees, not even giving me a warning before he pushes my knees apart and starts eating me out. His tongue lapping up and down my slit, nose rubbing against my clit.
I let out a moan and arch my back as my hands grip his hair, pushing his head down more.
I lay my leg over his shoulder and whimper, “H-Harry.”
He groans against me as my name leaves his lips repeatedly.
My eyes roll back as he sucks my clit. I can tell I’m about to cum and I’m pretty sure he knows it, too. He slides a hand against my thigh and pushes his fingers inside of me, causing me to gasp loudly.
I look down at him, and the sight of his eyes close as he enjoys himself is enough to push me over the edge, “Fuck.” I curse as my body tenses. I throw my head back and twist my body as I cum, clenching around his fingers over and over again.
He finger fucks me through my high and slowly pulls them up and leans back. I look at him and he stands up with a smile.
I roll my eyes and smirk, laying there as he finishes getting undressed.
He leans down on the bed and stares at me, “Come here.” I move up to him and stand on my knees in front of him. He stands up and wraps his arm around my waist, cupping my cheek with the other one as he kisses me.
I wrap my arm around his neck and place my other one in his hair, moaning against his lips. He tilts his head back and spins me around so my back is against his chest.
I feel him rub the tip of his cock against my folds before he slowly slides into me, “Ah, fuck.”
I dig my fingers into his hand that’s laying on my stomach and lay my head back onto his shoulder, panting as I wait for him to move.
He buries his head into my neck and pulls out, thrusting back in with a moan, “Fuck, y/n.”
I moan and push my hips back, arching my back against his chest. He slides a hand up to my neck, gently squeezing.
I moan loudly, “Fuck, baby. Yes. Yes. That feels so good”
His fingers dig into my skin and he pulls me closer to him, “Cum for me, baby.” I shut my eyes and my lips part slightly as I listen to him talk me through it.
“Come on, baby, I know you want to cum on my cock. I can feel you tensing up, you’re so close I know it.”
I clench around him one last time before I fling an arm up to his neck, pulling at his hair as my orgasm takes over.
I let out a long moan, gasping as he keep hitting the best spot inside of me, “F-fuck.” He lays me down on the bed gently and sits back up, gripping my hips as he thrusts hard and slow, “Fuck, fuck, y/n.”
I feel him slow down and pull out, his cum landing on my lower back. He grunts and moans as he comes down from his high and rubs the side of my leg, “You okay?”
I nod and smile, “Oh yeah.”
He goes and gets a towel and as we’re cleaning up we hear the other boys barking and pounding on the wall.
“Oh fuck no. They didn’t just-“ I cover my mouth and lay my head against Harry’s chest. He laugh and lays a hand on his face.
“Oh shut up already.” He yells back with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good.” Louis mimics in a high voice.
“Oh Harry. Oh Harry.” Niall mimics with a fake moan.
I can hear Liam dying of laughter and I look up at Harry, “I didn’t know they were over there.” He shakes his head, “Neither did I.” He laughs, “This show wasn’t free so I need you to pay up.”
“Aw come on, man.” Louis yells, “Not our fault you guys didn’t check before doing the nasty.”
“You guys are freaks.” I yell while laughing.
“They better hope they aren’t here for round two.” Harry smirks and winks at me.
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