summary: y/n(she/her) gets high for the first time with Louis
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It was late, and the quiet hum of Louis’s favorite playlist filled the living room as you sat curled up on the couch with him. The two of you had been talking for hours, and somehow the topic of weed came up. You’d never tried it before, but Louis assured you it was safe, promising over and over again that he’d take care of you if you wanted to give it a shot.
“I’ll be right here the whole time,” he said, his voice soft and steady as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. Promise.”
After some hesitation, you decided to try it. Louis handed you the joint, guiding you through your first hit. It was strange at first, the earthy taste making you cough a little, but Louis rubbed your back and grinned. “You’re doing great, love.”
It didn’t take long before the high started kicking in. Everything felt lighter, freer, and you couldn’t stop laughing at the most random things Louis said. He was watching you with the softest smile, clearly amused by how the weed affected you.
“I feel so good,” you said, stretching your arms over your head, a lazy grin spreading across your face.
“Yeah?” Louis leaned back, his arm resting across the back of the couch as he watched you. “Told you it wasn’t so bad.”
But then you started feeling hot. Really hot. Without a second thought, you pulled your shirt off, leaving you in a pair of black leggings and a lacy black bra.
“Love,” Louis said, sitting up straighter, his eyes widening a little. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m hot,” you replied simply, leaning back against the cushions. “And honestly, it’s not fair that I’m sitting here like this and you’ve still got a shirt on.”
“Y/N,” he said, laughing nervously, “you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”
“I won’t if you take your shirt off too.” You crossed your arms, giving him a defiant look that only made him laugh harder.
“Fine,” he relented, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. “Happy now?”
“Very,” you said, your eyes lingering on him for a little too long.
The night carried on with the two of you talking and laughing about everything and nothing. Eventually, Louis noticed how you were starting to get sleepier, so he stood up and held out his hand.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” he said gently.
You let him pull you up and guide you to the bedroom, but once you were under the blankets with him, you couldn’t seem to settle down. You reached out and started tracing the lines of his face with your finger, your touch light and slow.
“Are you okay?” Louis asked, his voice low as he watched you.
“You’re so beautiful,” you blurted out, your words spilling out before you could stop them.
Louis froze for a moment, his cheeks flushing pink. “Y/N…”
You didn’t give him time to respond before you started pressing kisses to his chest, your lips trailing down the soft skin of his torso. You could feel his breath hitch when you reached the waistband of his grey sweatpants, but before you could go any further, he gently stopped you.
“Love, no,” he said softly, pulling you back up and rolling the two of you over so he was hovering above you. “I’m not gonna do anything with you while you’re high.”
You frowned, pouting a little, but Louis leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips lingering against yours for a moment before pulling away.
“It’s not because I don’t want to,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we’ll talk about this in the morning, yeah?”
He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, nuzzling into the crook of it as he wrapped his arms around you. “Go to sleep, love. I’ve got you.”
His warmth and steady breathing were enough to calm you down, and as your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but smile. Louis was everything you could ever want, and even in your hazy state, you knew how lucky you were to have him.
Summary: You and Louis meet at the bar, well over a lighter outside, but the party continues inside before it ends back at his house.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, cigarette smoking, oral (both), hair pulling, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, just absolutely filthy
Not a request / not edited
Your lights clicks and gives spark, but no flame, "Fucking hell." You sigh and drop your lighter into your purse.
You look around, on the hunt for a lighter, and your eyes land on him.
You keep your cigarette between your pointer and middle finger and walk up to him. He does a double take before turning to you fully, "Hello."
You smile and tilt your head, "Hi." You hold up your hand, "You don't happen to have a lighter do you? Mine died and I really need this."
You hold up your hand that's holding the cigarette and he chuckles with a nod and reaches into the chest pocket of his jean jacket, "Here ya go." He reaches his arm out and flicks the lighter on.
He watches as you put the cigarette between your lipstick-faded lips and lean in to take a drag.
You lean back and take the cigarette from your lips, smiling at him as you exhale the smoke, "Thank you so much."
He nods, "Anytime." He holds out the lighter and you give him a confused look as you take another drag.
"Keep it. I've got plenty." He winks and you smile as you take it, "Thank you. Again"
He stares at you for a few seconds, "I'm Louis."
"Y/N." You bring the cigarette to your lips and Louis steps closer, "So, y/n. Are you coming or going?"
You shrug, "I was coming, but then my friends ditched me so now I'm kinda stuck on what to do.
He rolls his eyes, "Fuckin idiots. I'm sorry, love. Do you need a lift home?"
You look at him and smile, "Are you coming or going?"
He smirks and tilts his head as he shrugs, "I'm doing whatever you're doing." He flicks his cigarette into the street and exhales the smoke before turning towards you, "That is, if you're okay with that."
"You gave me a lighter, of course I'm okay with that."
He smirks, "Alright then."
You take the last drag before flicking it into the street with his, "Ready?"
"Ready."
You make your way back into the club with Louis by your side. You make your way back to the bar, "What are ya havin, love?" Louis leans in and yells over the music.
"I'll have whatever you're having." You say back, "Surprise me."
"Two vodka Red Bulls, please." Louis orders his drinks and looks over at you, "That okay?" You nod with a smile, "That's actually my drink of choice, too."
His mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen, "Shut the fuck up. No way."
You nod again and laugh, "Yes way."
He taps his fist against the bar, "Look at that. We're meant to be."
——
Five vodka Red Bulls later and it sure seems that way.
You and Louis are perfect together.
"You're so fucking sexy." He says into your ear, "Your dress is fucking.. fuck." He pulls your hips closer to him, "Where the fuck have you been all my life?"
You turn around to face him and he puts his leg between yours. You grind to the beat of the song as you stare up at him, "Asking myself that too."
He smiles and shakes his head, "Come here." He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into kiss him. Your hands grip his shirt, whimpering against his lips.
You needed him.
"Please."
He leans back and chuckles, "Mm. Eager little one, ain't cha.." he leans in, "I like you."
You bite your lip, "I think.." you press your fingers to his lips, "we need a cigarette."
He laughs and keeps his eyes on you as you grab his hand and pull him out. He grabs his jacket off of the back of the chair and out the door you guys go.
"Mm. Nope." Louis grabs your hand and pulls you to him, "Here." He puts the unlit cigarette between his lips and lays his jacket over your shoulders.
You smile and lose your balance as you look at him, tripping backwards. Louis catches you, "Whoa. Fuck. Hey now." He wraps his arm around your waste and looks down at you, "Ya alright there, darlin'?"
You giggle and bring the cigarette up to your lips, "Mhm." He smiles after taking his own from his lips, "Now hold still."
He raises his eyebrows as he flicks the lighter on. Your eyes focus on the flame as he gives you a light.
You take a drag and remove it from your lips, exhaling the smoke with a sigh, "You have really pretty eyes, Louis." You tilt your head and look into them, "You know that?"
He smiles and you can tell he's getting shy, "Thank you, y/n." He takes another drag and smirks when he realizes you're still staring at him.
"Fuck." He smiles with a cute laugh.
"You're so pretty." You run your fingers up his neck and he tilts his head, chuckling, "You're very pretty to look at too.. but you know what?"
You take the last drag of your cigarette before flicking it and tilt your head, "Hmm?" You blow out the smoke and Louis leans in, "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."
You grip his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, "Don't say things you don't mean."
His head snaps towards you and he grips your waist, "Who fuckin' said I didn't mean it? Because I do." He backs you up against the wall, "You are the most.." he tilts his head, "You know.."
You slip your hand under his shirt and rest your head against the brick, "Tell me."
His eyes move from your lips back up to your eyes a few times fast before he leans in and presses his lips to yours, mumbling against your lips, "I used to never believe in that love at first sight bullshit.."
He leans back and brushes hair from your face, " But now I think I do."
You smile big and pull him in, "Let's go."
——
You and Louis stumble through the door of his close by apartment, hands roaming each other's newly found territory.
"You're such a fuckin' beauty." He grabs your face with his hands, examining just how much a beauty you actually are.
"I want..." you lick your lips and rest your cheek into his hand, "You to use me in anyway you want."
He's slightly taken aback for a moment, but doesn't deny, "If I hurt you, tell me, yeah?"
You nod, "Got it."
He lifts you up, pulling your dress up over your ass as he walks you to the couch, "Got me achin', babe." He sits down and you instantly lean in and kiss him, knocking his hat off his head as you run your hands up his hair.
He tilts his head to the side as you kiss down his neck. A throaty moan quietly escapes his lips as you leave a mark, "Shit."
His hand slides up your back, tangling around your hair. He gives your head a gently yank and tilts your head to look at him.
"Can I suck your cock?" You ask innocently, and that drives Louis wild. He smirks and nods, "You read my mind, babe."
You shuffle off of him, getting onto your knees in front of him. You slide your hands up the top of his thighs to the top of his pants. His eyes stay on your face as you shrug them down.
"So big." You whisper as you pull his cock from his boxers. You hum slightly as your eyes move up to his and you lean forward to lick up the underside of his cock.
His gasps slightly and tilts his head back as his hand goes to your head, "Fuck."
He look down at you, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, "Even more gorgeous than I imagined."
You smile and spit before slowly taking half of him in. You hallow out your cheeks and Louis groans, "Fu-" he gasps as you take him in fully, surprising both of you.
You gag around him slightly as he holds your head down. He rubs his thumb against your head a few times before pulling your head up by your hair.
"I want to see your makeup running down your face."
You nod and take a deep breath as you prepare to have him in your throat again, "You're so fuckin good at this."
He enters your throat again, moaning as he slowly thrusts upward while holding your head, "doing so good.." he sighs, "So fucking good."
Squelching fills your ears as he thrusts his hips upward. You feel the tears well up in your eyes, burning once it mixes with your mascara.
"Shit." He pulls you off and cups your cheeks, "So vulnerable, I love it."
You smile, still breathing heavy and he nods, "Come on." He helps you to your feet and throws you over his shoulder.
You press your hands to his back, pushing yourself up so you're not hanging down. He slides you down the front of him and gently tosses you down onto his bed.
"Take your dress off, babe. Need to see all of you." Louis smirks and steps back, to take his shirt off.
You move to get your dress off, quickly but elegantly and Louis is on you before your dress hits the floor.
His face is pressed in the valley between your boobs, leaving little kisses as he moves down. You start breathing faster as he kisses down your stomach.
Louis grips the think straps on your panties and pulls them down your legs. You lift them so he can pull them off your feet.
Louis kisses from your ankles and up the inside of your legs, and just as he's about to reach where you need him most, his eyes move up to yours, "You've got a beautiful pussy."
Your heart skips a beat and you say without any hesitation, "Probably tastes better, too."
He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, "Mm." He spreads your folds apart with his pointer and middle fingers, using his other hand to hold up your leg.
He examines just how wet you are before dipping his head in and slipping his tongue inside.
You lay your hand on the back of his head and gasp as the same time, "Louis." You breathe out as you squeeze your eyes shut, "Fuck."
His hands slip under your thighs, hooking his arms them. He allows you to push his head into you as you move your hips up and down, moaning.
"Fffuck." You drag out, "Yes, yes." You tilt your head back and dig your heels into his back.
You've never came this fast with anyone before.
Your back arches off the bed and you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling as you clench around his tongue.
He drops a hand down and presses his fingers to your clit, giving a slight back and forth motion which is exactly what you needed because he has you like putty in the palm of his hand.
You whine out, "fuck, yes yes." You look down at him, face scrunched up as you cum on his tongue, "Louis."
You whimper as you ease your grip on his hair and he brings his head up, "You cum already?" He sounds surprised, "Such a good fuckin girl."
He crawls up, bringing his lips to yours. You lay your hands on the side of his head and moan as soon as his tongue delivers the taste of yourself.
"You like tasting yourself, baby? Hmm?" He nudges his nose against your cheek, "You're such a dirty fucking girl."
You smile up at him, laying a finger on his lips, "I've never came that fast with anyone, Louis."
He raises his eyebrows quick and smirks, "Guess we really are meant to be." He winks and reaches down to push your leg up while his other holds up his weight.
He grabs his cock, rubbing it against your soaked cunt before eagerly slipping in. His hand slaps onto your thigh, digging his finger tips in as he groans, "Fuck, baby girl."
Your eyes roll back and you moan at the feeling of him stretching you, and his choice of words.
You loved him, even if it was just the alcohol talking.
"So good." You pant out with a whimper, "fuck me please."
He leans down, resting his forehead on yours as he pulls out slowly and re-enters you, "I wanna just feel you first." He lets his cock rest inside of you, "You feel so good."
His voice is low, raspy and very, very sexy.
"You make me feel so good." You drag you nails down his chest, "wanna ride you." You move your hips and look up at him.
He looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, he just leans down and kisses you before moving to sit against the wall on the bed.
He holds his hands out and you smile and move to straddle him. Nothing else is said until his cock his back inside of you.
You both gasp in unison, pulling each other as close as you can, "I don't know.." he starts out saying in between kissing you, "If it's the alcohol.. or.. what.. but.."
"I love you." You cut him off and he freezes.
Oh fuck. Was that the wrong thing to say?
He starts to chuckle while nodding slightly, "Yeah, yeah.. that."
You lay your hands on his shoulders and drag them down his biceps, gently tracing over his scar as you do, "I think.. we go with the flow.." you lean in close to him, "And see if we still feel like this when we wake up."
He wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, "Fair enough." He smirks and tilts his head, "Now where were we?"
You lean in, finding a rhythm with his lips as you start to bounce on his cock. Another orgasm slowly creeping up on you, "Close." You mumble out, "So close."
Louis kisses down the front of your neck and moans as he rests his head on you, "Taking my cock so well, babe. Keep going."
You whimper in response, focusing on keeping your rhythm steady.
"L-Louis." You moan and tilt your head down, his lips finding yours instantly.
His fingertips dig into your skin as you clench around him, "Where.. where do you want me to cum?" He moans into your neck and slides a hand down to your ass, squeezing it hard.
"In me."
"In you? Fuck. Alright." He leans forward with a smile and lays you back on the bed. He starts to thrust, hard and fast while he holds onto your left leg.
You arch your back and squeeze his cock, moaning as you finally come undone.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you, emptying himself completely.
"Oh fuck." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he looks down at you, "You're incredible."
You bite your lip and gasp quietly as he pulls his now semi-soft cock out of your leaking cunt. You smile up at him, "No.. you're incredible."
He tosses you a clean towel and laughs, "I really do like you, y/n."
You clean up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I like you, Louis. A lot."
He smiles and leans into kiss you, and it's this moment you remembered that you have mascara smudged all over, "Oh no." You lean back and try and wipe it off but he stops you.
"You look beautiful like this, a mess.. for me.."
You bite your lips and interlock your fingers with his, "you may as well just come in here with me."
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I am Lunar! Other wise known as KingdomsBabygirl on AO3. I am 21+ and I write NSFW Fics.
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O luto é uma coisa complicada de se lidar. As pessoas convivem com ele de formas muito diferentes. Por mais que fosse uma pessoa que em frente aos outros se demonstrava forte, Louis estava destroçado com a morte da mãe.
Os dois sempre tiveram uma ligação que parecia de outras vidas. Como dois melhores amigos eles riam. Johannah costumava preencher qualquer ambiente em que estivesse com uma alegria quase palpável. Sua partida abriu um rombo impossível de ser cheio novamente.
Sempre faltava alguma coisa, sempre faltava uma parte muito importante.
E por mais que eu tentasse suprir pelo menos um pouquinho da falta que minha sogra fazia, sabia que isso seria impossível. Mesmo quase dois meses após um dos dias mais tristes de nossas vidas ainda pegava Louis fungando pelos cantos, disfarçando o choro sempre que algo que lembrasse sua mãe aparecia. Nas coisas mais simples Louis podia vê-la. Desde o pôr do sol que ela adorava observar, até mesmo uma pizza de queijo que eles costumavam dividir para as comemorações em família.
Louis estava no fundo do poço, era nítido. Ele quase não comia, só dormia quando estava exausto o suficiente para aquilo, fumava tanto quanto uma chaminé e bebia todas as noites quantidades preocupantes.
E, Deus, estava sendo tão difícil presenciar a ruína do amor da minha vida.
Enfiei as louças da noite anterior dentro da máquina, mais uma vez o prato dele estava intocado em cima da mesa.
Deixei que as lágrimas escorressem, só me permitia chorar quando estava sozinha, não queria ser mais um motivo para que Louis ficasse triste.
Mas, Deus, estava tudo tão difícil.
As lágrimas se tornaram soluços, que vinham cada vez mais fortes, impossíveis de serem segurados. Sentei no chão, sem conseguir mais manter meu peso sobre as pernas.
Em algum momento, ouvi Louis entrar na cozinha, me assustando. Em um primeiro momento ele não me notou ali, apenas quando fez a volta no balcão atrás de café.
— Amor, o que aconteceu? — Perguntou alarmado, agachando para ficar de frente a mim.
— Nada. — Sussurrei a mentira.
— Algo te deixou assim, me conta. — Pediu com delicadeza, me quebrando ainda mais. Ele era ótimo em confortar os outros, ajudá-los a seguir em frente.
Não consegui dizer mais nada, o choro se tornou ainda mais forte. Louis entendeu que naquele momento eu não conseguiria falar, então, passou um dos braços por baixo das minhas coxas, o outro sustentava as minhas costas enquanto me levantava no colo.
Em passos calmos ele me levou até nosso quarto, com cuidado me colocou na cama, sentado à minha frente e fazendo um carinho gostoso nas bochechas, afastando as lágrimas que corriam por ali.
— Me conte o que aconteceu, babe. — Sussurrou. — Me deixa ajudar você.
— Está tão difícil, Lou. — Murmurei. — Eu queria ser forte por você, ser a fortaleza que você precisa agora. Mas, porra, está tão difícil. — Solucei. — Não aguento mais ver você assim. — As íris azuis me encaravam com atenção, a tristeza refletida ali.
— Me desculpa, linda. — Ele disse com sinceridade.
— Você não tem que se desculpar, Louis. Tem que seguir em frente, meu amor. — Respirei fundo, tentando controlar um pouco o choro. — É o que a sua mãe iria querer.
— Isso é tão fodido. — Ele proferiu, uma camada grossa de lágrimas se formou em seus olhos, mas elas não escorriam.
— Eu sei, meu amor. Mas você precisa começar a se erguer. Ela odiaria te ver assim, Lou, como eu estou odiando. — Ergui minhas mãos para acariciar seu rosto. Louis tombou a cabeça para a frente, apoiando-a entre meu pescoço e meu ombro. Senti o tecido fino da minha camiseta molhar, e um soluço sofrido fugiu de sua boca. — Eu te amo tanto. — Sussurrei. — Por favor, volte a ser o meu Louis.
— Eu vou tentar. — Prometeu.
O processo era lento. Louis voltava aos poucos a se alimentar e dormir normalmente. Há alguns dias ele decidiu voltar a trabalhar, escrevendo e gravando em seu escritório por horas a fio. Eu sabia que era uma forma de fugir dos pensamentos, mas, pelo menos ele voltava a viver, um passo de cada vez.
Saí do banheiro sentindo minha pele se arrepiar. O banho havia sido revigorante, mas agora sentia frio. Me esgueirei na cama quentinha, e assim que me coloquei debaixo da coberta Louis desligou a tela do celular e o colocou embaixo do travesseiro.
Como há muito não fazia, meu namorado me puxou para deitar a cabeça em seu peito. A sensação era familiar, podia sentir seu cheiro e o calor da pele por baixo da camiseta branca do pijama.
Louis infiltrou uma mão por baixo da camisola curta, fazendo um carinho na base da minha coluna. Deixei um suspiro escapar com a sensação gostosa, sentia tanta falta de seus toques, parecia que faziam décadas desde a última vez em que estivemos assim. Com a outra mão, Louis ergueu meu queixo, seus lábios tocaram os meus com delicadeza, fazendo todo o meu corpo arrepiar.
Fazia pelo menos dois meses que não trocamos um beijo de verdade, que não fosse apenas para confortar um ao outro. Pela primeira vez em tanto tempo Louis me beijava por querer me beijar, e não podia ser melhor. A língua quente acariciava a minha com lentidão, matando aos pouquinhos uma saudade que eu nem sabia que era tão grande.
— Preciso de você. — Ele sussurrou, migrando beijos molhados pela pele sensível atrás da minha orelha.
— Estou aqui, amor, sou sua.
Louis me empurrou com cuidado para deitar no colchão, colocando seu corpo sobre o meu. Com a ponta da língua úmida ele percorreu um caminho da minha mandíbula até o decote da camisola. Ajoelhando-se entre as minhas pernas, e afastando a coberta, Louis levou as mãos tatuadas até a barra da minha peça de roupa, retirando-a rapidamente pelos meus braços.
Um gemido alto escapou quando ele abocanhou um dos mamilos sensíveis, sugando-o lentamente. Eram dois meses de abstinência, meu corpo inteiro estava em colapso, sensível demais.
— Você é tão linda. — A voz doce agora estava rouca, Louis sempre tratou meu corpo com adoração, tornando tudo tão perfeito.
Tentei erguer meu quadril a fim de ter algum alívio, sentia o tecido fino da calcinha grudar tamanha era a umidade no local, mas Louis segurou meu corpo no lugar. Com um sorriso sacana que fez um estrago ainda maior em minha intimidade, Louis lambeu o vão entre meus seios, subindo a boca para tomar a minha mais uma vez.
O beijo agora era diferente, pegava fogo. Com a língua afoita, ele me deixava ainda mais necessitada. Levei minhas mãos até sua camiseta, puxando com dificuldade para cima. A pele do peito tatuado ficou exposta, me ergui um pouco, para poder adorá-lo assim como ele fazia comigo.
Podia sentir o gosto de sua pele em minha língua enquanto passeava com ela por sua clavícula, Tomlinson soltou um gemido baixinho entre suspiros.
— Não vou conseguir esperar. — O moreno voltou a me empurrar para deitar. Ele também estava ansioso por aquilo, tão sedento quanto eu. Louis abaixou a calça de moletom, liberando o membro muito duro e jogando-a para trás. Com a ponta dos dedos, puxou minha calcinha arruinada e deu a ela o mesmo destino de sua roupa.
Sem conseguir esperar mais, puxei meu namorado pelo pescoço, para que sua boca colasse na minha. Lou afastou os lábios dos meus, com os olhos cravados em meu rosto ele levou uma das mãos entre nós, se posicionando e entrando lentamente. Um gemido alto escapou do meu peito enquanto ele proferia um palavrão. Seus movimentos eram certeiros, fundos e rápidos, atrás de um alívio que nós dois precisávamos.
— Tão bom, amor. — Ele disse com dificuldade, deixando beijos em meu ombro. — Senti tanto a sua falta.
Afundei minhas unhas curtas na pele de suas costas, uma das mãos fortes segurou minha coxa, apertando o lugar. Louis gemia alto, arfando com dificuldade. Fechei meus olhos com força, a cama fazia um barulho que se misturava com o som de nossas peles se batendo, o orgasmo se formava em meu ventre, o prazer correndo em minhas veias, me levando para a beira do precipício.
— Não consigo segurar mais, linda. — Ele sussurrou entre gemidos, os movimentos ainda mais rápidos.
A onda de prazer me rasgou em um rompante, me fazendo gemer seu nome a plenos pulmões. Louis estocava com força, sua boca aberta e o cenho franzido em uma expressão erótica de prazer. Ele entrou uma última vez, até o fundo, e eu pude sentir quando jorrou com força.
Nos encaramos por alguns segundos, tentando controlar a respiração.
Louis jogou o próprio corpo com dificuldade para o lado, puxando a coberta para nos cobrir.
— Eu te amo. — Murmurou, passando um dos braços em minha cintura me trazendo para mais perto.
— Eu te amo. — Respondi deixando um selinho longo em seus lábios. Meu coração ainda batia forte no peito, e um friozinho percorria a minha barriga.
— Obrigado por cuidar de mim, linda. — Enrolou uma mecha do meu cabelo em seu indicador.
— Vou cuidar sempre. — Sorri.
— Eu me perdi depois de tudo, mas você é a minha luz no fim do túnel. Eu sou sortudo pra cacete por ter encontrado você.
— Então somos dois. — Declarei. — Fico feliz que esteja disposto a seguir em frente, ela estaria orgulhosa.
— De nós dois. — Falou me apertando. — Vamos deixá-la orgulhosa sendo felizes.
— Você não tem noção de como ouvir isso me faz bem. — Confessei.
— É a verdade. Eu quero ser feliz com você, S/N, perder a minha mãe me fez notar que eu não quero perder mais ninguém, mesmo que isso seja inevitável. Então, eu decidi que eu quero ser feliz o tempo que nos for permitido.
— Nós vamos ser. Já somos.
Meu Louis estava voltando, até mesmo seus olhos pareciam mais azuis do que nos últimos meses. O sorriso que tanto me fez falta estava estampado nos lábios avermelhados pelos beijos, ele fazia carinho em meu cabelo e cantarolava baixinho enquanto o sono se aproximava. Daria tudo certo, juntos poderíamos passar por qualquer coisa e superar qualquer perda.
Louis era a minha fortaleza, e eu a dele. Apoiando um ao outro, o mundo todo poderia ser nosso.
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This man would die for your ass. Out in public, he'll have his hand placed on your ass, cuddled up in the dorm, laying in bed you name it, this man's hands won't leave your ass. During sex, this man would most likely adore you riding him, watching your ass bounce, he'd also adore Doggy style, just watching you take him while slapping your ass.
Arthur
Thighs
Thick thighs, this man is hooked. He will lay his head down on them, kiss them, squish them just all round love them. During sex, the man would litter you thoughts with hickeys, begging you to squish him between them, he would die while he's ate you out as long as he's clamped between those thighs he's winning in life.
Mujin
Boobs
This man screams using tits as pillows, any excuse he'd use his cuteness to get you to cuddle him while his face is planted between your tits, back hugs in the morning, leading to his hands just firmly placed on your chest, during sessions in the studio, writing and producing for their next comeback, he'd have you on his lap and he would foddle with yout tits while he worked (He would use them as stress balls). During sex, he would definitely ask for a titjob, watching his dick slide through your cleavage. He would snap a few pics of you covered in his come, if he could he'd have them as his wallpaper but idol rules and what not
Louis
Boob
Like his partner in crime, Louis would be obsessed with your tits. Face smoothed in them 24/7, if he had a tail it would be wagging non stop, he just loves them, especially covered in hickeys and come. Man, if seeing tits under a shirt was a turn on, seeing them used would be a bigger turn on. He 100% be into cow girls, so you walk into the bedroom dressed head to toe in a sexy cow costume, with your tits barely covered, he would be like a dog in heat, he would start sucking those nipples until they are bruised, he'd also live watching them bounce up and down while you ride him or watch them when you are under him. Un knowing to you he has a folder in his phone of just photos he's taken of your tits during sex.
Ivan
Thighs
This bunny is in love with your thigh, you wouldn't expect it but he would squeeze them when stressed, if your a idol aswell and your sitting next to him he would reach over and places his hand on your thighs, yes this may have caused a scandal but both of you didn't care. Unlike Arthur, Ivan isn't big on love bites of any kind, but he does love having his head crushed beneath them, he also loves subbing to you cause he gets to touch and feel your thigh around him.
Hwon
Ass
Baby loves your ass, any minute of the day, he'll be staring at it. Short skirts, sweatpants, shorts. If your an IDOL and preforming at a Music show ans your group had a sexy comeback, poor baby will be back stage blushing like crazy at what you where wearing, if the skirt is short enough that your ass is nearly showing, oh baby, he'll be running quickly to the bathroom to jack off. During sex, he would love doggy style as he can watch your ass, like Ivan he isn't one for marks but he will hold it while he came, he also likes to come over it, if you've ran out of condoms, he'll just come on your ass.
Jahan
Ass
Baby bear love your ass, waking up in the morning to you only in his shirt and panties, this man will slap your ass, innocently making breakfast and suddenly his hand as groping your ass while he kiss your neck. He also loves to (like Dann) hold it out in public, he'll just be walking around with his hand on your ass. He would also love fucking your ass, if anything he prefers it to your Pussy. He also loves watching your ride him and just having your ass in view at all times, eating you put, he has you faced forward so his face is near your ass, now he wouldn't eat your ass out though.
Chiwoo
Boobs
He likes to such on your boobs, it helps if you are born already lactating, he has a lactation kink but if not he still doesn't mind being your baby and sucking on your boobs everytime you cuddle while also kneading you other boob. He is a sub for you, so he likes it when you rid him so he can watch your tits bounce up and down. It's his biggest turn-on. He also likes being pegged so he gets entranced by your tits while you fuck into him all around this man is obsessed with boobs and tits and what to be your baby. He laps likes squeezing them when stressed.
Oooo what about Louis Moriarty for the thirst asks 👀 (ur doing gods work btw)
— Louis James Moriarty may look like a mortal man, but you know that appearances are deceiving: there is nothing human about the man standing in front of you, no matter the flesh and bone structure he has assumed. You are sure that whatever it is you are seeing, it’s a god-like creature, a halo around his pale skin glowing in the dead of the night, his glasses off and the cloud of his butter-yellow hair forming a mane, fierce, soft, contouring the most beautiful face you have ever seen in your life. Without clothes he looks wonderful, a man in all his strength while more on the lankier side; but all the muscle, the raw strength is hidden beneath the surface, simmering at low heat, used when in dire need - and the need to prop you up and then drop on the bed, in which he descends upon you, holy and damning, ruining you for hell and paradise all at the same time, kisses placed on every inch of skin, worshipping the hell out of you - making you moan God’s name invane, but screaming Louis’ name when he finally gives you the grace of fucking you into the next day, with the taste of salvation on your tongue, together with Louis’ cum - and the certainty that it will a hellish path the one awaiting you out of the soft bed, warmed by Louis and his soft smile, his warm arms and his length, still twitching to penetrate your inner walls and break them apart like your faith in human kind.
