Hello everyone, after much thought over these past months, I have decided it's time for me to leave c.ai. I wonโt delete my account, and I wonโt delete my bots. They will remain available for you.
I've been creating bots for just over a year, and I've grown tired of this activity. I don't see the point in releasing one bot every two months, and I neither have the desire nor the energy to write texts every day. I hope you understand. Thank you all for your support. With love, Uliana.
Summary: One direction decided to play a game in the club the next evening after the show. Louis mixed vlagra in one of the shots. Harry take a 'poisoned' shot. Upon returning to the hotel where you were, he felt a strong need
Word count: 2,5k
2015 Harry x reader
CW: smut, explicit sexual content, oral sex, soft dom, use of vlagra, needy man
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"Okay, lads, I crushed a Viagra tablet into powder and asked the bartender to put it in one of the shots," Louis's voice sounded far too cheerful and bright.
He places a wooden tray full of colourful shots on their glass table, already overflowing with various drinks and empty beer cans. The group was in some trendy nightclub in the city centre. Modern music pierced their ears with loud bass, making their heads throb with pain even before the first drink. The sharp smell of sweat prevented Harry from forgetting where he was, and the dancing crowd below pressed against each other's bodies. The lads were upstairs in the VIP booth, where it was less noisy, and the neon lighting wasn't as blinding.
They had played a show yesterday, and today, on their last day in this city, decided to relax a bit. Yesterday was wonderful. The arena was full of people who had come there for One Direction. Crowds shouted their names, sang along to the songs, and during particularly emotional moments, the arena was flooded with fans' tears.
Being part of this madness was a big pleasure and an even greater honour for Harry and his bandmates. They had all once been ordinary lads, and now they were conquering thousands of hearts and cities. Harry was happy to have the chance to travel the world, bringing joy and emotions to the people who had supported him and the band for five years. But even more, he loved showing you, his girlfriend, these wonderful places.
You should have been here together tonight. Should have been among those grinding against each other down there, pretending it was something like dancing, and then Harry would have dragged you to the restroom for hot kisses and tender touches, hidden from everyone.
Except you got a headache right before heading out and decided to stay at the hotel, to bury yourself in warm blankets and rest from the hustle and noise. You had diligently persuaded your boyfriend to go anyway, to relax and have drinks with his friends, even though he wanted to stay with you much more.
And so he was here.
Alone with the lads and their idiotic game.
"Seriously? We're playing with Viagra like teenagers?" Harry's voice is rough, with a note of disgust.
He adjusts his long, slightly damp hair, sweeping it back with one hand. His thoughts are obvious. He's thinking about how to get this circus over and get back to the hotel as soon as possible. His heart wasn't here. He didn't want to leave you alone with a headache. Harry didn't feel like having fun when you were unwell. The lads around him are buzzing. This idea clearly amuses them.
"Come on, Harold, scared?" Louis smirks.
He leans back into the worn club sofa, pulling out a small joint from an expensive leather wallet. Louis picks up a black lighter from the table, lights the tip of the weed, and takes a deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs.
"Don't want to play this. I'd prefer to get back to the hotel as soon as possible," Harry rolls his eyes but still reaches out to take a shot from the tray.
His choice settled on the one closest to him. It looked fairly innocuous to Harry. The pink liquid inspired trust in him.
The others joined in, and soon each of them was sitting with a shot in hand. Liam gave a simple speech, congratulating his mates on another successful show. Joyful shouts ring out around the table as the lads raise their drinks and down them almost simultaneously. The sweet strawberry liquid burns Harry's throat, but he doesn't wince, already accustomed to strong alcohol.
A notification comes through on his phone. Harry wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and reaches into his pocket, fishing out his phone. The screen lights up, and a message from you appears in the centre.
"Going to sleep, have a good night <3"
Harry frowns slightly, feeling uncomfortable that you have to go to sleep without him. His thoughts return to you again, and he scowls. He doesn't want to sit here anymore.
"Wait for me. Be there soon, kitty."
Harry sends you the message, then puts his phone back in his pocket and turns to his friends. They're having fun, that's obvious.
"Heading back to the hotel, my girl isn't feeling well," Harry's voice is slightly hoarse.
He gets up from the sofa, wiping his hands on his own jeans. He doesn't justify himself or ask for permission; he just informs his friends. Harry receives three approving nods, then picks up his wallet from the table and heads for the stairs leading down.
He was glad to finally be leaving. The nightclub atmosphere was stifling, and the loud techno music was making him dizzy.
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"Hey, you're early today," you prop your head up with your hand, giving him a weak smile.
Harry places the key card on the small table by the door, then walks to the bed with a smile. He takes off his shoes, climbing onto the bed where you're already moving aside, making room for your boyfriend. He lifts the edge of the blanket, throwing a long arm over the pillows so you can nestle against him.
"Hurried back to you," he whispers softly, leaving a kiss on the top of your head as you settle into his arms.
Harry's palm rests on your thigh, stroking your pyjamas shorts. With a soft smile, you close your eyes, giving in to your boyfriend's caresses.
The room is cool from the open window and smells of your floral perfume. The muted light from the floor lamp isn't harsh, adding coziness to the impersonal hotel room. It's nice being together in the quiet that this room provides.
Harry had almost forgotten about the little Viagra game Louis had orchestrated.However, he quickly remembered when his body temperature slowly began to rise. Harry felt a flush in his cheeks and a light sweat on his forehead. The warmth of your body wasn't helping much either.
"Kitty? Wait a second, I want to take my clothes off," Harry whispered softly, leaving a kiss on your temple.
You whimpered quietly, almost slipping into a deep sleep, but your boyfriend interrupted you as he started to get up from your shared bed. You opened your eyes a little and sat up. Harry reached his hands behind his back, grabbed the collar of his colourful shirt, and pulled it over his head, shedding it from his body.
You were mesmerized by his back muscles, tensing with the slightest movement of his arms. You crawled closer to your boyfriend, pressing your body against his hot back. Your head rested on his shoulder, and your hands slid down to his strong, tattooed chest. Nothing unusual, just a simple embrace. But it ignited a fire inside Harry.
The touch of your hands reminded him of utterly forbidden territory, of something more intimate and tense. And your small body pressing against him from behind only made things worse. Images of completely different circumstances surfaced in his mind, images of your naked, sweaty body pressed against his chest.
Heat began to spread throughout his entire body, making his breath quicken. The room suddenly felt even hotter to him. Harry felt the blood rush lower, making him shift nervously on the edge of the king-sized bed.
"Harry?" Of course, you sensed his agitation.
"I'm okay. It's just..." Harry exhaled softly.
His skinny jeans suddenly felt too tight, causing much more discomfort than usual. He tried to subtly adjust himself through the fabric, but only made it worse. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish all the indecent thoughts from his head.
"Damn it, kitty..." he gritted his teeth.
You pulled away from him and sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh in a soothing gesture. But it had a completely different effect on Harry. He hissed, covering your small hand with his own and squeezing it.
His thoughts now circled back to that pink shot he had swallowed about thirty minutes ago. Apparently, a miracle hadn't happened, and the 'poisoned cocktail' was the one he chose. Harry cursed under his breath. Your touches always aroused him, but the Viagra had taken everything to a completely different level.
"Baby, I think I need your help," Harry exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair.
His hand firmly gripped yours, moving it slightly higher and a bit closer to the growing problem in his black jeans.
A sly, understanding smile bloomed on your lips. Sleepiness and fatigue abruptly retreated, replaced by a playful mood. It seemed even the pain in your head had vanished.
"Yeah? And what can I do for you, love?" Your voice dropped to a more playful tone.
"Kiss me. Then kneel," Harry's voice grew husky.
You can't suppress a smile as you squeeze his thigh and lean in for a kiss. His free hand finds your cheek, pulling you to him much faster. Your lips meet rather roughly, casting aside any hint of tenderness or affection. His fingers tighten around your hand.
The air, as if striving to match the temperature of your bodies, heats up. The atmosphere takes on shades of tension, aligning with the electric charge between you and Harry.
He groans when your teeth bite his lower lip, pulling it down slightly. The palm that was on your cheek slides down, gently squeezing your neck. He isn't trying to hurt you, but clearly shows who is in control, even if he's ready to beg for your touch.
"Baby..." Harry pulls back. His voice is hoarse as he whispers against your lips. "...Baby, on your knees. Need you down there."
A shiver runs through your body as his words reach your ears. You don't break eye contact, looking straight into his green eyes, and lower yourself onto your knees before him.
Harry spreads his legs wider so you can settle comfortably between them. Your hands drop to his lap, palms stroking the rough denim.
Harry pushes his hair back, watching you with unveiled desire. His chest rises and falls heavily with deep breaths. The bulge in his jeans isn't subsiding, emphasizing his intense need.
With nimble movements of your hands, you unbuckle his belt, trying to move as quickly as possible to not torture your boyfriend with waiting. Your hands tremble slightly from your own desire, which had been slowly growing in your chest.
Harry noticed. He gently covered your small hands with his and moved them aside. His massive rings clinked against the hardware of his jeans as he unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. Harry lifted himself off the bed and, with some effort, pushed down his black skinny jeans with blue boxers.
His hard cock sprang free from the fabric, already ready and craving your attention. Harry sat back on the bed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The sight of you on your knees right in front of him made his mouth water.
He reached a hand toward you, tangling his fingers in your soft curls. He didn't pull; just held on as heat spread through his stomach, making his legs tremble with need.
You crawl a little closer, your hands settling softly on his thighs again. You lean in, placing a playful kiss on his tip, making his hips jerk forward and teeth clench.
"Don't play with me, kitty," Harry hisses through clenched teeth.
His grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls your head closer to his aching length. Harry isn't in the mood for games and teasing.
"Open that pretty mouth, baby."
You look up at him from under your lashes and obediently follow the order, opening your mouth for him.
"That's a good little girl," Harry smiles with satisfaction. "Now, finally, take it in your mouth."
He pulls you forward by your hair. You wrap your hand around his cock, feeling the familiar weight and warmth of his body. You move your hand from the base up to his tip.
A few lazy strokes just to make Harry throw his head back and clench his jaw in tension.
"I'll spank that little ass of yours if you don't stop teasing me, little girl," his voice sounded more and more like an animalistic growl with each passing minute.
"You won't," your voice sounded too confident.
"Try me," Harry smirked.
He pulled you toward him again. You didn't feel pain; he did everything gently and carefully enough. But there was strength in his hands that always made you submit. You wrapped your lips around his tip, caressing the flesh with your tongue.
The heat of your mouth enveloped his cock, drawing a quiet moan out of him. His hand in your hair tensed as he began to guide you deeper, maneuvering your mouth up and down. Your palms gripped his thighs, seeking support as you took him as deep as he wanted.
"God damn, so obedient," Harry closed his eyes with a soft moan.
His other hand also moved to your hair, gathering it into a ponytail. He wanted to see your face, see the glisten of tears in the corners of your eyes. You were so beautiful it took his breath away.
Your face contorted into a grimace when his hips jerked up and the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged, and his hand in your hair only clenched tighter. He held you there, not letting go for a few seconds. He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled heavily as he loosened his grip on your hair.
You released his cock from your mouth with a loud, wet sound. A thin string of saliva stretched from his swollen tip to your lips. Your cheeks were flushed.
Your eyes glittered with desire. You sighed heavily, trying to catch your breath before continuing.
"Where do you think you're going? I want to come in that gorgeous little mouth, darlinโ," his voice dropped to a whisper.
Harry lifted your chin with his fingers, leaning down to capture your swollen lips with his. The kiss was sloppy, as if he were trying to taste himself on your lips.
The room filled with characteristic sounds, further stoking the fire between you. Your hands reached for his long hair and neck, clinging to him like a lifeline. Harry lowered his hands to your waist, squeezing your body. He bit your lower lip, lifting you from the floor and placing you on his lap. Harry's palms rested on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.
"I'm going to love you all night, kitty..." he whispered softly against your lips between kisses.
And you dissolved in his arms, letting him lead you through pleasure and caresses all night long. The hotel room filled with your moans and soft promises whispered under the stars. His embraces were soft, and his kisses caressed every point he could reach.
You both fell asleep close to dawn, completely spent but immensely happy.
Iโm sorry for my disappearance. Iโm having exams at the university right now and itโs very hard to stay in touch because of the amount of work. As soon as I pass all the exams, I will return to creating bots๐
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