#dirty oneshot
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Summary: just a little behind the scenes of Colby and reader keeping their relationship out of the spotlight.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, secret dating, secret texting, secret flirting, hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, oral (both rec), use of 'good girl', unprotected sex, general filth
Word count: 3.7k | not edited
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You feel your phone vibrate in your lap, glancing up at Colby and the smirk on his lips tells you exactly who the texts is from.
You look over at your friend sitting next to you, who's clearly deep in conversation with Sam, before flipping your phone over, you look so sexy in those jeans. They make your ass look so good.
You chew on the inside of your lip, fighting back a smirk as you type back, They'd look even better on the floor of one of our bedrooms.
You flip your phone back over and look up, joining in on the conversation as Colby reads your text, "Oh yeah, I've been to Paris this time of year. It's beautiful."
"Yeah?" Sam raises his brows, "Then I say.. we all buy a plane ticket, I'll book the hotel, and we take a trip to Paris."
"I'm so down for that." You nod, phone vibrating in your lap. As you go to flip your phone over, your friend next to you leans over, "Is he serious?"
You lay your phone back down quickly and look at her, "Who? Sam?"
She nods and you laugh, "Oh yes. Sam is very serious when it comes to planning trips. I bet he's already looking at hotels."
"Ah. Found one." He says leaning over to show Colby.
"Told ya." You smile and she nudges you with her elbow, "Why don't you go after Sam? You seem to know him pretty well."
You sigh, "I don't feel that way towards him." You look at her, "You know that."
She tilts her head, "Yeah, but I feel like you've been single forever, I think Paris would be the perfect time for you to find someone, you know? Get out there."
You roll your eyes, "I'm content with how my life is. I promise."
You've been secretly dating Colby for a few months.
You both are actually surprised that you've managed to keep your relationship secret for this long, almost five months to be exact.
You both agreed that you liked the privacy aspect of it, also because Colby doesn't want your name being drug through the mud for just being with him. He's saving you from that for as long as he can.
You both also agreed to not tell your friends just yet, because It keeps things exciting between the two of you. Kinda giving you both an adrenaline rush every time you try and sneak in a kiss or two when you get a few seconds alone.
The late night drives when it feels like just the two of you, is just absolutely perfection.
No one bothers you. You can talk for hours on end and just enjoy each other without people intruding in anyway.
Your friend goes back to talking to the group and you take the chance to see what Colby said. You turn your phone away slightly, smirking at his text, Your roommate won't be home tonight right? So that means I can use the front door .. like a normal person?
You tap the screen, tilting your head, I don't know, Colby Brock coming through my window is actually kind of hot.
Your friend looks back over and leans over as you lock your phone quickly before throwing it into your lap.
"Ohh.. I see." She leans in, "Got some sort of-" she lowers her voice, "-sneaky link going on, do we?"
You laugh, shaking your head, "No. there's no.. sneaky link.."
"Mm. Okay." She shakes her head, reaching for her glass, "So there is someone?"
You take a sip from your glass, eyes moving to a smirking Colby, "No." you set your glass down, looking back over at him, "Just.. trying to get a brand deal. I don't want anyone to know until it's official, you know?"
She raises her brows, "Y/n. That's great!" She pretends to zip her lips and throws the invisible key, "Your secret is safe with me."
She smiles and turns to jump in on the conversation. Your eyes meet Colby's and he shakes his head slowly as he stares at you with a small grin.
You look down at your phone, taking in a quiet, deep breath as your eyes scan over Colby's text, You know what else is hot?
You glance up at him, then over to the group before responding, Do tell.
You rest your phone down, reaching up to get a drink as Colby responds back. He stops when Sam looks over, "Do you want to go out with Jake and Johnnie tonight?"
Colby thinks for a second, searching for a valid excuse, "I have to edit that video, and I-"
"He's going." Sam says into the phone with a nod, to who you assume is Jake on the other end. You look at Colby and he gives you the it'll be fine, look.
You feel your phone vibrate and you look down, Don't worry babe. It doesn't matter. You're my girl, you get priority. I'm seeing you tonight.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
You grow more impatient as time goes on.
You wanted Colby, and you wanted him now.
When are you coming?
You rest your phone on your chest and instantly get a reply from him, Soon, baby. You gettin antsy?
You sigh, smirking as you type, you have no idea.
You see the bubbles pop up, I'll be there as soon as I can, I might just tell them I'm not feeling too good, but I'll be over as soon as I can get away.
You sit up, Is there anything I can do to get you here faster?
You get up, walking to your bedroom. You set your phone down on the bed, slipping off your shirt and bra before walking over to the mirror.
You bring your phone up, laying an arm over your bare chest and snapping a picture, typing out a text before you hit send, look at what you're missing out on.
You stand there anxiously as you wait for a reply.
You see the bubbles pop up and smirk as your eyes scan over his words, Don't tease me like that, baby.
You turn around, moving your arms a little bit further down, snapping a picture and typing out, I have no idea what you're talking about.
You hit send, laughing slightly as you walk over to sit on the bed. Colby is taking a minute, so that must mean someone's around him.
Finally, he answers, Fuck.. baby girl. I can't wait to get my hands on you.
You move your arm away fully, leaving your breasts exposed as you send the picture with no text.
You toss your phone down onto the bed and go to your dresser, digging through the drawer to find your never worn, red lace lingerie set.
You strip down completely to slip on the sheer little number. You walk over to your closet, pulling out one of Colby's sweatshirts and slip it on.
You walk over to your bed, moving to lay down as you pick up your phone. You smirk when you see Colby's text, I'm on my way.
You feel your heart rate pick up and you hold your arm up, moving the sweatshirt to reveal the little heart that's cut out oh the hip of your panties.
You snap a picture of your body, Can't wait to see you.
You hit send, moving over to unlock your window. You walk over, closing the door and locking it, just in case your roommate comes home unexpectedly.
You stand there, exiting to finally have alone time with Colby.
The last few days have been rough, mainly because him and Sam have been meeting with people about exploring a haunted house nearby.
You bring you phone up, smiling as you read Colby's text, That sweatshirt would look even better on the floor.
You instantly move to take off the sweatshirt. You step infront of the mirror, posing for a picture to send to him, how's that?
He's driving so it's a minute or two later that he gets back to you, leave it on. I'm taking that off of you.
You smile, Deal.
You move to sit in the middle of your bed, trying to patiently wait for Colby to arrive.
It feels like hours until you finally get that, I'm coming up, text.
You throw your phone to the end of the bed, rising up to sit on your calves. Colby's figure appears in the window and you bite your lip, watching intently as he steps through.
He reaches behind him, eyes still on you as he closes the window, "Come here." He lunges to you, making you fall backwards onto the bed as his body is over yours.
His lips attack yours before kissing down your neck.
His hand travels up and down your side, gripping to pull you closer to him. Your legs wrap around his waist and he groans as you tug his hair.
"Been thinking about being with you all fucking day." He mumbles into your neck as he leaves open kisses up it, "So fucking hot."
He rolls, causing you to straddle him. His eyes rake up and down your body as his hands slide up your thighs.
You lift your hands to brush hair off your shoulders, letting it fall down your back, "It feels like forever since I got to actually feel you." You lean down, "I've missed you."
He tucks your hair behind your ear before sliding his hands to your ass, "I'm here now so you can do whatever you want to me."
You smirk, "Okay." You move down his legs, a hand sliding down his stomach and slipping up under his shirt.
You drag your nails over his skin and he gasps as he titles his head back slightly, "Don't tease me, baby."
You smirk, moving your hands to undo his belt. You pull the leather strap from the metal buckle and unzip his pants, "couldn't make it easy for me, could ya?"
Colby looks at you, tilting his head, "Maybe if someone wasn't sending me titty pictures and getting me bricked up, I would have."
You tilt your head, "Now who would do such a thing?"
He lifts his hips so you can shrug his pants down. You slide your hands up his thighs, and over his achingly hard cock that's trapped behind the thin wall of his boxers.
He lets out a groan, looking down at you. Before he says anything, you pull his boxers away, allowing his cock to spring free.
He lets his head fall back as you lean in, pressing your lips to the head of it. Your tongue slips out, lapping it around the underside.
A groan leaves his lips as his hips buck. He reaches down, pushes his boxers away and lays a ring cladded hand on your head, "Fuck, come on baby. Give me more."
You smirk, keeping your eyes on his as you wrap your lips around the head, slowly working your way down.
He lays his head back, moaning out as he feels you bob up and down on him, your tongue sliding around each time you pause.
His hand grips your hair, his breathing gets heavier, "So good."
You bob your head a few more times before he reaches down, cupping your face to pull you off of him, "Get up here."
You move up, straddling his waist. He reaches up, sliding his hand around your neck to grip and pull you down.
Your lips crash onto his, moaning out as you feel his hand slide in between your thighs. He adds pressure to your clit, rubbing hard circles.
You grind down onto his hand, "C-Colby."
"You like that?" Colby whispers and you nod, brows furrowed, "Y-yes."
He pulls his hand away, "Sit on my face."
You look down at him and he nods for you to move up.
You position yourself over your face and he reaches up, pulling your panties to the side and pulls you down.
Your one hand instantly goes to his hair while the other one goes to press into the wall in front of you, "Fuck." You breathe out, "Sh-shit. Yes. Yes yes."
You roll your hips, letting your head fall back, "Oh fuck."
His tongue slips into you, working its way out them back in. He tilts his head back, wrapping his lips around your clit.
You tug on his hair, earning another moan from him.
Your head falls forward and you fight to keep your eyes open so you can watch him enjoy the taste of you.
The sound of the front door slamming shut, causes you to freeze and look at your closed door, "Sh-it." You tap Colby's head, "My roommate."
He lifts you up slightly, just enough for you to hear, "I'm not stopping."
You're shocked at first, but that quickly subsides when his tongue slips back into you and his hands tighten on your waist.
There's a knock on your door and the doorknob jiggles slightly, "Y/n. You in there?"
"Y-yeah." You clear your throat quietly, trying to keep your voice steady, "What's up?"
"Date was a total creep. Decided to ditch. Are you busy?"
You glance down, "Um.. kind of.." you lay your hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as Colby continues to work you with his tongue.
"Are you fucking someone?" She laughs slightly, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll let.. you.. um.. yeah. Sorry. Ignore me."
You hear her walk away and the tv in the living room switching on, turning up to a louder volume.
You look down at Colby and laugh, "Oh my god."
He nudges you, motioning for you to move and you do before he sits up. You look at him and cover your mouth to muffle your laughter.
He laughs slightly before he leans in, "You were such a good girl."
He smirks and kisses your forehead as his hands move up your back to undo your bra. He pulls the straps from your shoulders, down your arms and tosses the fabric to the floor.
He dips his head down, kissing your neck. You let out a quiet moan as he sucks a hickey into your neck. Your hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt.
He leans back, slipping off his shirt and tossing it before he pulls you into his lap. He keeps your panties pulled to the side as you sink down onto him, burying your face into his neck as you moan.
Your arm wraps around his neck as you start to move, up and down, rocking your hip, anything to feel him inside of you.
"Fuck." He breathes out as he lays back, hands tightly gripping your hips, "So fucking good."
Your boobs slightly bounce with each of your motions.
Your head falls back slightly as you squeeze his cock, whimpering out as he reaches up to pinch and pull at your nipples.
"F-fuck." You gasp, wrapping your hand around his wrist. You look down at him, keeping your eyes on his.
You lean down, lips on his and he swallows your moans easily as his hands slide around to hold you tight against him.
He thrusts his hips upward, moaning lowly into your ear as he fucks you from underneath, "You feel so fucking good, baby girl. Fucking hell."
You moan in response, your orgasm rolling in quicker and quicker, "F-fu-" you let out a long moan, unable to form words from all the pleasure that's consuming your body.
"C'mon, baby. Cum for me." Colby coaches you, "You're so close."
You nod once, pushing yourself up on his chest and moving your hips in a quick manor, "F-fuck. Fuck."
You push your hips down and throw your head back, moaning as he picks up fucking you through your high.
"That's it, that's my girl." Colby brushes hair from your face, cupping your cheek before sliding it down to your neck.
He flips you onto your back, hand still on your neck as he continues thrusting.
His grip tightens, squeezing the sides of your neck to slowly cut off your air supply.
A muffle moan escapes as your eyes roll back.
Colbys thrusts gradually turn sloppy and it's soon after, he pulls out, spilling his cum onto your waist.
You stare up at the ceiling, trying to control your breathing for a few seconds. Colby lays next to you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "So.. wanna go for a drive?"
You laugh slightly, nodding as you look over at him, "I just gotta clean up first."
He gets up, finding something for you to wipe off with, "Here, babe." You sit up slightly, taking the towel from him.
"What am I gonna tell her?" You nod to the door and Colby shrugs, "Tell her whatever you want."
You nod, "Okay I'll just... um.. maybe I'll just climb down the fire escape with you."
Colby laughs, "You can't just leave her hanging, you gotta tell her something." You nod, "No. You're right."
You stand up, slipping on the hoodie you stole from Colby and he smirks, "I like that."
You smile, "Thanks. You should see the guy I took it from."
"Pretty cute?" Colby smiles and you nod, "Very cute." You laugh and walk over to change out of the lacy underwear into a regular pair before slipping on a pair of leggings.
"Okay." Colby walks over, "I'll drive around and pick you up out front." You nod, "Okay. I'll be out when I can."
He gently kisses your lips, "I love you."
You smile, "I love you."
You walk over with him, watching him climb out of the window and onto the escape. He smiles, giving you a small wave before he starts to descend down.
You make sure he makes it to the bottom before you close and lock your window. You slip on your shoes and walk over to your door.
You open it and to your surprise, your roommate is asleep on the couch.
You quietly make your way to the door, grabbing your keys off the hook before walking out and running down to Colby's car.
He leans over, opening the door for you and you get in, "She's asleep. I'll wake her up when I get back."
Colby nods and lays his hand on your leg, "Where to?"
You lay your hand on his, "Anywhere."
After a few hours of driving around, you're parked in an empty parking lot, taking and kissing every now and then, just letting it be nothing but you two and the stars.
"So I was thinking about telling Sam, mainly because he's going to want to know why I just up and left guys night." Colby laughs slightly and you look at him, "Wait. You just-"
Colby nods, "When your girlfriend is sending you titty pictures and causing you to get a boner in a room full of guys, you'd leave, too."
You laugh, "Sorrrryyy."
He pinches your chin gently, "Nah. It's okay. I'm not complaining."
You smile, leaning your head back on the headrest. You bite your lip, reaching up to write on the fogged up windshield.
I, you draw a heart, then write you.
He squeezes your hand, "You have no idea how much I love you." He brings your hand to his lips, pressing them to it, "I know being a secret is a lot harder than being public but I just.."
"Colby. I understand. I've been around you and Sam for long enough, I know how your fan base can be, but in reality.. if anyone wants to drag my name through the mud for loving you.. then I don't consider them fans."
He smiles, and leans over to you, "You're right."
You smile, "I know." You laugh and peck his lips.
"Speaking of Sam.. The other day, he almost found out about us." Colby looks over at you and you tilt your head, "Oh?"
Colby smiles, "You just.. you have this thing about you, even when you're not around, that just makes me smile like a fucking idiot every time I see something that reminds me of you and he asked why I was so giddy and I almost said your name."
You smile, "What did you see?"
He laughs slightly, "I saw duck, and when it walked by the one bush.. the leaf on the bush looked like it was wearing a hat and I just knew you would find that hilarious."
You laugh, "Oh my gosh, that's so funny." You nod, "You know me so well." You smile and run your hand through his hair, "Maybe we should tell Sam."
As Colby pulls his phone out, headlights from a car shine onto Colby's and they get brighter the closer they get.
"Oh shit." Colby mumbles and you look at him, "do you know who that is?"
Colby nods, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yeah. I do."
The car whips around Colby's and pulls up next to the drivers side. Colby rests his hand down and puts his window down.
You lean forward, watching as the window of the other car goes down.
Not only do you see Sam in the drivers seat, but Jake and Johnnie are with and you can't help but laugh, "Oh my god."
"You mother fuckers are busted." Jake says pointing.
"I fucking knew it!" Sam yells, "I called that shit months ago."
"What are you guys doing here?" Colby laughs. He looks to you and shrugs, "I'm sorry."
You shake your head, "At least we don't have to worry about telling them anymore."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
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Under My Skin
Summary: A request by @victoria-styles - “Harry and Y/N are rivals who end up having to share a hotel room.”
Warnings: SMUT18+, rough, semi forced actions, strong language, hate towards each other, unprotected sex, general FILTH
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DUNKIRK HARRY
"Y/N!"
"Over here! Smile for us, y/n!"
"Gorgeous!"
The cameras flashed as the media got the pictures they needed, "Thank you." I blow a kiss to the photographers and move on to the next group.
"Y/N, if I could have a moment of your time, please." An interviewer asks. "Hello, hello." I smile and look at the camera with a wave, "How are you?" She smiles, "I'm great, how are you? Your dress is absolutely stunning, by the way! Very nice!"
I fluff my dress out, "Oh thank you, I'm just in shock, right now. I think, yeah. I'm happy that the filming is over and we can finally get this movie out for everyone to see. It's a very good movie if I say so myself."
She lays a hand on my shoulder, "Well you heard it straight from the one star of the movie, this movie is worth the watch. So, y/n, I'm sure the fans are dying to know, what was it like working with Harry?"
I was waiting for this question to pop up.
I smile, "It was very exhilarating, I will say that."
He got on my last nerve every. Single. Fucking. Day.
"You must be a fan of him-"
I hate him.
"-so getting casted in this role must have been so exciting for you!"
I nod, "Yeah, yeah. It was something. That's for sure."
Suddenly the fans start to scream louder and I look over my shoulder. The interviewer turns, "That must be him now. Y/N it was great chatting with you! Hope to see you again soon!"
"Yeah, of course." I stand there and watch the fans go nuts as Harry steps out of the vehicle. He's in a pale green suit with a black undershirt and his hair is freshly cut.
I roll my eyes, hoping no one caught that on video and I walk over to another group or photographers. I turn and show off every angle of my dress when suddenly, there's an arm around my waist.
I instantly know it's Harry, "What are you doing?" I mumble through my teeth as I continue to smile.
"Getting photographed with my co-star." He whispers lowly.
I fight back an eye roll and the urge to push him away and suck it up. I lay a hand on his stomach and smile at the cameras, giving them all they're asking for.
The director and crew always joked about us being rivals but between me and Harry, i didn't think it was a joke. It's always a competition with Harry. Who gets the most likes, the most views, who has more fans.
It's obvious he's more popular than I am, I mean fuck. He makes music too. His concerts sell out as soon as the tickets are released.
"Thank you guys!"
"Beautiful, thank you!"
"Hate you." I mumble as I turn away.
"Hate you more." He says with a wink.
As much as I try to fight it off, he gets under my skin and he knows it, too.
"Alright guys, bring it in." Montie, the director, says waving his hands for us to gather around him, "This is a big premiere for me. For us." He says looking around at everyone, "Y/N. Harry." He points to us, "You guys made this movie the best it can be and I am grateful for the both of you."
Here it comes.
"If you both can just.. he civil for this, that would be greatly appreciated."
"Oh, Mon." Harry steps up, "We're good. You don't have to worry. We've put all of that behind us."
I take in a slow deep breathe and straighten, immediately smiling and nodding as Montie looks at us, "Yeah. Great." My eyes shoot to Harry and give him a subtle snobby look.
"Great. Great. Now everyone, you know your places to walk in, so everyone get in line and smile for the cameras. Wave to the fans. You know what to do." He claps and walks over to some reporters.
"How'd you like that?" Harry asks getting in front of me, "You're welcome by the way." I look away and shake my head, "I have nothing to be thankful for with you."
He snickers, "Yeah, I gave you exposure to my fans, so. That doesn't exactly make us rivals anymore, does it?"
I step up close to him, so close I can smell his cologne, "I don't need you to give me exposure to your fans, I'd rather lay out in the hot sun in the desert in July than be anything more than an on screen lover to you."
He looks over his shoulder, "You sure it's just on screen? Because I see the way you look at me."?
"With disgust and repulsion? Because I can assure you, that is no where near love." I step back and cross my arms.
"Harry, harry, hello." A woman walks up with a camera man and a microphone.
Oh great. I fix my posture and smile incase I'm in the shot.
"Hello, Evelyn. How are you, darling?" He leans in and gives her a hug, "You we're at my last movie premiere, right?"
She nods, "Oh gosh, I'm happy you remember." Harry smiles, "What can I do for you?" She smiles and points to me, "I was wondering if I can get an interview with you and your on screen lover."
I internally gag and step up, "Hello, Evelyn is it? That dress is beautiful on you!" She smiles, "Oh thank you, something I just pulled out of my closet, but your dress, wow. It fits beautifully on you."
I smile and shrug, "I had someone to dress me, if it were up to me I'd be home in my sweats eating ice cream." She laughs, "I feel you on that one, anyway. I was hoping I could ask you guys some questions since we have a few more minutes."
I nod, "Anything you want."
"Is Lucas and Amelia's relationship on screen like yours and Harry's is in real life?"
Harry is going to jump in when I start to drown, "Well, I wouldn't say we're exactly like them, I mean in some ways, I'm like Amelia because she knows what she wants and doesn't settle for anything than less she deserves."
She nods and looks at Harry and he thinks for a moment. I brace myself for his answer.
"You know, Evelyn. I actually do relate to Lucas because he knows what he wants and he doesn't stop going after it. He's persistent with doing things he knows that will be good for him, even if, I don't know. There's a rivalry with someone he always figures out a way to get what he wants."
She raises her eye brows, "Wow. So wait, you said rivalry, does that pertain to you two specifically?"
"Oh no, no." I jump in before Harry can, "Harry and I are pals. We're the bestest of friends." I wrap my arm around his waist, "This guy, he's a funny, funny guy."
Montie comes up, thank god.
"Harry, y/n. You guys are next. I want you to walk in together, holding hands." He grabs my hand and places it on Harry's, "Act like you don't truly despise each other." He says lowly.
Harry squeezes my hand, "Ready, lover?"
"Have a good show!" Evelyn says walking away. "I hate you so fucking much." I fix my hair.
"You can't hate me, we're pals, bestest of friends." He mocks my words, "Just be happy. You can hate me later."
We walk in and the crowd cheers for us. I smile and wave with Harry still holding my hand. The media is going to eat these up.
Great.
After the movie ends, we all make our way back out to the carpet, greeting people, getting congratulated and what not.
"Hey, guys." Monroe comes up to Harry and I, "So as you know, we have some more press tomorrow and the hotel we're staying at had just enough rooms for us."
"So we'll all be in the same hotel. That's good, right?" I smile but it quickly gets ripped away.
"We all had to double up, so you and Harry are in a room, great talk." He walks away quickly and I stand there with my lips parted, trying to process what he just said.
"Well, pal. Looks like we're roomies." Harry elbows my side gently and walks over to the fans behind the barricade.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"Mon.. Mon.." I walk up to him, "I-I can't share a room with Harry. I'll end up killing him. You of all people should know that by now."
He lets out a stressed out laugh, "Y/N.. please.. just be civil. I know he gets under your skin, I know you guys have a rivalry or whatever it is. Maybe this will help you guys get through it. Please. I need my two shining stars to be able to be in the same room with each other."
I let out a defeated sigh, "Okay."
He lays his hands on my cheeks, "You're the greatest."
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"Uh-uh, nope. I get the bed. You can sleep.." I lay my suitcase on the bed and look around. I then motion to the floor, "..on the floor or whatever."
He laughs, "But I want the bed."
"And I want to be able to solve world hunger." I look at him with a serious stare, "I get the bed."
"I get the bed." He argues, "You can sleep on the little loveseat. I'm too tall for that."
"That sounds like a personal problem to me." I smirk slightly and unzip my suitcase, "I'm going for a bath, when I get out, your ass better be camped out on the floor."
"And what if it's not? You going to punish me?" He laughs and I ignore him as I walk to the mini fridge, "Hmm." I look over the assortment of little liquor bottles and grab a few before I walk into the bathroom.
I undress and throw on one of the hotel robes before I start my bath. I sit on the edge of the big tub and open one of the bottles.
I down the shot and set it on the counter. Just as I start to take off my robe, Harry opens the door, "Are you hungry?"
"Harry, fuck." I bring my robe back over my shoulder and turn to look at him. He smirks, "Not like I haven't seen it before." He tilts his head, "Do you want me to order you something? I'm starving."
I nod and tell him yes just to get him out of the bathroom. He winks and shuts the door. I stand there for a moment and shake my head, "No. no. No, y/n."
I take my robe off and step into the hot bath, submerging my body under the water and amazing smelling bubbles.
I close my eyes and lay my head back. I bite my lip and slip my hand between my legs, gently playing around with my clit.
I bite my lip to hold back my moans as I work my hand faster. I arch my back off the back of the tub as I can feel myself getting closer.
The door opens again and I jump and try to cover myself up, which results in water splashing everywhere.
"The foo- ooh, and what we're you doing?" He asks frisky.
"N-Not- Harry.. I-I .." I say getting flustered, "just get out. Please." I hide my face in my hand, "I should have locked the door.
"Mhm. But you didn't." He says before walking out.
"Oh my god." I mumble into my hands, "What the fuck?!"
I finish my bath and slip my robe back on. I open the door, preparing myself to face Harry after what he walked in on. I mean, my fault. I didn't lock the door, which I should have. But I didn't? Why didn't I-
No, no. I hate Harry. I hate Harry.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I stop in my tracks as I see him sitting on the bed eating his food, "Um, eating? What are you doing? Or, not doing?" He smirks and shoves his mouth full, "Come on. Eat."
I walk over and sit down on the bed with my back facing him as I grab the plate, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. I just figured you were too busy to-"
I whip around and cut him off, "Shut up. Zip it. We don't speak about it ever again. Okay?" He holds his hands up in defense, "Yes ma'am." He salutes me and moves him plate, "I'm going for a shower, I'm not locking the door, fyi."
"Oh my- get out." I groan and lay back on the bed, "Leave." He laughs as he walks into the bathroom. I crack open another bottle and take it, "Shit." I whisper as I crack open another one.
I sit up and finish eating. I set my plate down on the stand and lay back, switching on the tv. I click through the channels trying to find something decent to watch.
I hear the door crack open and i fight myself not to look over at him.
"Hey, Y/N."
"Hmm." I keep my eyes glued to the tv. I feel something land in my lap and I look down. He tossed me another bottle of liquor, "Have a shot with me. Celebrate our movie being an absolute success."
I pick up the tiny bottle and slowly look up at him. He's standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist and his skin glistening in the hotel light from the water that didn't dry.
I bite the inside of my lip and sit up, cracking open the little bottle. He walks over and leans down, pieces of his hair falling down onto his forehead.
"I'm done after this one." I tap the bottle to his and take it. He takes his and smirks, "Why? Afraid of the effects?" I roll my eyes, "No. I just can't roll out of bed and look good after drinking all night like you can." I look up at him, "I mean-"
"You think I look good?" He shrugs, "I think I do, too."
"You're such an arrogant son of a bitch." I scoff and throw the empty bottle at him. He catches it and tilts his head, "Hmm."
"What." I snap, "What now?"
"Nothing. Nothing." I get up and go to walk by him but he grabs my arm and spins me around to him. His hands slowly slide down to my hips. My eyes slowly gaze up his bare chest and meet his eyes.
"What are you doing?" I ask quietly. He smirks slightly and brushes hair out of my face, "Just offering to help you finish what you started in the bath."
I'm taken aback, "Wh-what?" I step back, considering his offer which I quickly brush off, "No. no." He steps towards me, "You sure, y/n?"
I lay a hand on my forehead and let out a sigh, "Harry." He lightly brushes my cheek with his finger, "y/n."
I give in. Pressing my body to his as his lips attack mine. His hands move quickly to undo my robe and push it off my shoulders. It drops to the floor and my hands go to his towel, untucking it and letting it fall.
His hands slide down over my boobs and he slips one between my legs. His fingers immediately find my clit and he takes it between.
A gasp slips from my lips and I drag my hand down his chest. I look up at him and he nods, "Please." I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly start to pump.
He moans and leans forward to lay his head on my shoulder, "You're so wet." I spread my legs a little to give him more room. He slides a finger in slowly, curling it as he sucks on my neck.
I squeeze him slightly and raise up on my tip toes, "Fuck." I groan lowly, "Harry." I place a hand on his side and push him back a bit.
He takes the indication and backs up, laying down on the bed. I straddle him and lean down to kiss him, "This doesn't mean anything." I say with a smirk, "I still hate you with my whole being."
I whimper as he slides a finger back inside of me. He leans up slightly and looks at me, "Then bend over and put your face in the sheets so you don't have to look at me."
He rolls me off of him and pulls my hips up. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks as me groans to himself, "Hate sex is the best sex. I plan on fucking you so hard, y/n."
I moan at his words and grip the sheets, "Please."
"Are you begging for me? Is that what I hear?" He leans in and licks a stripe up my pussy, "For someone who hates me so much, you sure are craving my cock. Aren't you, y/n?"
His fingers trail down my spine painfully slow, "Don't get quiet now." He leans in and starts to eat me out from behind. I gasp and moan while pushing my hips back to gain more contact his tongue.
He groans against me, his fingers digging into my hips.
He pulls back, "Roll over. I'm going to put that mouth to a better use."
I bite my lip and watch him has he moves up to me, "Can't handle me being a big girl by using my words?" He chuckles, "Sometimes I'm just sick of hearing you speak."
He pushes the tip of his cock against my lips and I part my lips and take him in, swirling my tongue and sucking as I bob my head, "Fuck." He groans, "This.. this is how I want to shut you up.."
I look up at him as I hallow out my cheeks. He looks down at me, "You're so pretty when you're not running your mouth." He places a hand on my head and pushes it down, "when you're choking on my cock instead."
He fucks my throat, moaning with each thrust, "Fuck." He pulls out, "Still hate me?" He smirks and I smirk back, rolling over and bringing my hips up, "Fuck you."
"Mm, looks like I'm about to do that to you." He gets behind me and roughly pushes his cock inside of me, causing me to scream out, "Fuck, Harry." He brings a hand down, harshly smacking my ass.
I whimper and wiggle my hips, "Please. Fucking move, do some-"
He pulls out and thrusts back in, repeating his action.
Hard and slow.
He slides a hand up my back and grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking my head back. I moan at the stinging pain from him pulling my hair and the pleasure of his cock ramming into me.
"You like that?" He groans leaning down. His teeth sink into my shoulder and I moan, "Fuck. Harry. Fuck." I let out a pleasured scream as his thrusts become faster.
"Shit, y/n." He groans leaning up, "Fuck."
"Oh god. P-please don't stop." I reach back and grab his wrist. He grabs my hand and pins it against my lower back, "You going to cum for me?"
I let out a loud moan into the bed and push my hips back to meet his. "Harry." I scream out as my body is taken over by my orgasm, "Fu-" I whine as he fucks me through my high.
His thrusts become sloppy and I feel him slip out and his cum landing on my back.
He slowly lays me down and goes to grabs his towel off the floor. He wipes my back off and toss it to the floor. He flops down next to me and I slowly turn my head to look at him, "This doesn't change anything. You're still an asshole."
He chuckles, "And you're still a slut for my cock."
"Get out." I laugh weakly. He chuckles and pulls the blankets up over us, "You might want to wear a dress that covers your shoulders tomorrow."
I groan, "Of course you'd leave marks. Idiot."
"I didn't hear you complain once."
I lay there and process what just happened and I know in my heart that it's bound to happen again because Harry was right, hate sex is the best sex.
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PUPPY LOVE / LEON KENNEDY
3827 words
cw: puppy hybrid f!reader, masturbation, dirty talk, virginity, fingering, mentions of other characters and lore / minors dni
Leon didn't know what to do when he found you that night. He had returned from the gym when he found a little thing sitting at the steps outside his apartment complex. You were a little mutt, curled up into a trembling ball. Your fluffy tail coiled around your shaggy, dirty fur as your big puppy eyes stared up at him.
It would've been cruel to leave you to the elements, he lamented. And how cruel of a human would he be to say no when you began wagging your tail when you met his eyes?
"It's almost like you want me to take you home," he squats down at the base of the stairs. He held out his fingers and you sniffed him cautiously. When you had your fill, you lapped at the pads of his fingers with a soft yip. He stroked your droopy ears halfheartedly.
Just one night, he decided. He'd take you in, give you a shower, a meal and find your owners at first light tomorrow. If he failed to locate them, surely the local shelter would take you in, right?
So he scooped you up and brought you into his little apartment. It wasn't anything fancy, small for two but cosy enough for a single guy. He set you on the floor and you sniffed the tiles curiously. You wrinkled your nose and shook your head.
"C'mon," Leon gestured for you to follow, and you obediently padded after him into the bathroom. He placed you in the bathtub and ran a warm bath for you. It was a little scary so you tried to climb out a few times. But his firm grip prevented you from running, so you gave up and let him do as he wished.
When he finished, he rubbed you dry with a fluffy towel and a blowdryer. It was way scarier than the bath, but you dared not to escape when he furrowed his brows and stared at you pointedly. You whimpered as the stranger rubbed his hands all over your fluffy body.
Despite his rugged touch and scary frowns, he was a kind man. He even prepared a bowl of shredded meat for you. Up until now, you had been scavenging for scraps in the alleys.
"Slow down," he ordered. He squatted beside you and ran his fingers through your fur. "You're gonna throw up if you force it all down."
He was right, you did barf out your insides later. But a soft whine and well practiced sad puppy eyes did the trick to placate him.
You paced on top of a nest of towels. Leon had prepared it for you beside his bed. When you were satisfied, you curled into a ball and laid your head on your paws.
The brunette plopped onto his bed. Shirtless, he was enveloped by the soft glow of moonlight. Leon gazed tiredly at the puppy across him. He didn't expect this much work for a tiny mutt like you.
"It's just for tonight, so don't get too comfortable here. You hear me?" he warned as he fell back onto his mattress.
You yipped once. He closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take him.
On the brink of consciousness, he heard the sheets rustle. With one eye open, he saw you clamber up the bed clumsily, tiny paws gripping the sheets. You crawled over and settled beside him. You rested your head sweetly, droopy ears pressed against your head. Almost as if you were asking to sleep next to him.
Too tired to react, he closed his eyes. Then day came and he began his search.
…
Somehow, an entire month passed and there were still no signs of your owners. He even painstakingly left posters in the neighbourhood with a printed photo of you and his house number. However, nobody contacted him. Other than that one grandma that attempted to hook him up with her daughter. But he digressed.
His plan to drop you off at a shelter also backfired. When he walked into the building, the lady at the desk recoiled the moment she laid eyes on you. You even bore your teeth at her, which you never did. According to her, the 'mongrel' in his hands had caused a hell load of trouble during its stay. A fire broke out in the shelter a while back, and you had escaped during the chaos.
When he enquired if anyone else would be willing to take you in, you began to put up a fight and caused quite the scene in the shelter. So he begrudgingly left with you and bite marks punctured in his sweater. He reprimanded you about it later at home.
"You're such a pain," he lamented as he scooped pellets into your bowl. It was no gourmet meal, but it was delicious enough to elicit a delighted yip.
You learnt that this man was called Leon Scott Kennedy. He was a government agent, whatever that meant. He was smart, handsome and a huge tease. He would slap your sides playfully to disturb you, even though he knew you would jump around unhappily after. Despite his mischievous behaviour and quips, he treated you kindly and patiently. You liked that about him. He was much kinder than the people you encountered on the streets.
But sometimes, you could feel a deep sadness emanating from him. At times, he would wake up in cold sweat. He never spoke about it– but he would stand at the balcony, staring at the night sky with a distant look in his tired, blue eyes. You hated feeling helpless, you yearned to comfort him. But all you could do was sit by him patiently, hoping your feelings could reach him.
As you lost yourself to your thoughts, the agent sat at the dining table, a can of beer in his hand. He rested his chin on his palm, swirling his drink mindlessly. Usually he would spend his evenings at the gym and occasionally in a bar. But now with you by his side, he made the conscious effort to return home earlier.
He watched from the corner of his eyes. You were hunched over your food bowl, gobbling your dinner. For such a small thing, you sure had a voracious appetite. You always ate like you were still a starved pup.
"Slow down," he chuckled. He leaned forward, fingers extended to you. You eagerly approached, wagging tail and all. He petted you with a smirk, "The food's not going anywhere, y'know?"
You lapped at his fingers playfully. Then you resumed wolfing down your pellets. The brunette wiped the slobber off his fingers on his sweatpants.
At this rate, you were his full fledged pet dog. A liability, but a cute one. Not so cute when you tried to bite him when he pissed you off. Which rarely happened, but still. He rubbed his temples together, wrinkles deeply etched in his forehead.
But there was no way he could keep you in the long run, especially when there was no guarantee if he would always make it back home.
"What am I gonna do with you?" he sighed.
The stress radiating from your owner perked you up. You peered up from your bowl for the second time.
You tilted your head. A moment of silence passed and your jaw twitched, "Do... do?"
His blue eyes snapped to you and you wagged your tail curiously. His fingers slipped and his beer splashed onto the table.
"I have bad news for you. And good news too," a man's voice filled the house. Leon left the house phone on speaker and you paced around nervously.
"Let's hear it, Chris. Bad news first," he said.
"We've tracked the origin of your dog. Turns out Umbrella's been busier than we thought," Chris lowered his voice. "She was a test subject, along with other mutts, likely her litter. It was a similar project to Project Cerberus, but they produced inferior results. They were dumped in the Arklay Mountains. It’s likely they were torn to shreds by the pack there."
Leon glanced at you warily; your eyes dropped as he maintained eye contact, "So she's dangerous?”
To think that a B.O.W had been sleeping next to him for the past month. How careless he had been.
Chris hummed, "Not exactly. The T-virus in her is dead. Here’s the good news: the guys from the labs said she carries antibodies for the strain she was infected with. The higher-ups are eager to extract her blood for studies."
"Okay, but how does that explain her aboty to talk?" Leon plopped down on the couch. You padded over and sat at his feet. "Did the virus mutate and turn her into some- some hybrid creature?"
"Beats me. But that's all I know. If I find out more, I’ll let you know," the man said before ending the call. The line beeped and Leon turned off speaker mode.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. You peered at him with your innocent puppy eyes. You had not spoken much since that night. But there was a newfound intelligence apparent in your eyes. picked you up and set you onto his lap.
"So you were abandoned by those bastards. Never would have guessed. Small world," he commented.
"Small... world," you mimicked. You placed your paws onto his chest and lapped at his face. His stubble was rough against your tongue, but you licked him anyway. A ghost of a smile settled on his face as he petted you. His face lit up suddenly.
“Oh! You’ve been nameless this whole time. I think it’s time I give you one. What do you think of… (name)?"
You shook your head, ears swaying side to side. He raised his brows, "Then, how about... Ada?"
You growled and barked, legs scrambling against him. He held you back and chuckled, "Just kidding. How about... (y/n)?"
He stroked your fur. You leaned against him and indulged in the warmth in his pets.
"I'm guessing you like it. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He smiled, and you thumped your tail on his lap.
After that call, US-STRATCOM tasked Leon with babysitting you. The job was quite simple: ensure the special collar you wore stayed on at all times. It would track any fluctuations in your physical and mental state. An application on a tracking device would notify him of any changes too. Lastly, he would report to the research team on any developmental changes, such as improved speech, et cetera. From time to time, you would visit for blood samples too.
Thus, Leon was withheld from special operations temporarily.
…
Almost three months have passed since he found you, and about a month since he was tasked with your care. When he found you, you were mostly skin and bones. Now you had enough chub for him to pinch and tease. Much to your displeasure, eliciting distressed whines and playful bites from you. You had grown on him in such a short period of time. And him, to you.
Whenever he left and returned for work, you would sit at the door and bark greetings with a swishing tail. When he plopped down onto the couch, you would sprawl yourself on his thighs, nestling comfortably like he was your bed.
Leon was amused. He had never gotten a thigh pillow before but this dog somehow beat him to it. Unbelievable.
There were nights– or days– where he would return after meeting women. And those days were the least pleasant for you. You would growl brokenly with little fangs displayed, tail pinned between your legs.
To placate you, Leon would sacrifice his clothes and let you cover his face with dog slobber. You would spend the rest of the day marking him with your scent, burying yourself in every nook and cranny of his body. Only when you were appeased would you return to your sweet, easygoing self.
"You're such a needy pup," he exhaled sleepily. You were still busy rubbing your little body against his side even in the middle of the night. He placed a heavy hand atop your head. "Sleep."
You whined and relented, resting your head on his side. Big innocent eyes blinked at him as he stroked your head.
It should be annoying– the way you clung to him like super glue. But somehow he couldn't really be mad. Who could be with such a good girl? He stroked your ears fondly, he found it cute that you were this clingy with him, your owner.
But besides that, there’s been something kind of strange happening lately. Sometimes, Leon would find his bed sheets dampened with a strange liquid. It was sweet, with hints of arousal he was familiar with that women carried. But he never brought women home. And his sweet pup was not getting her cheeks clapped either. So where did this strange liquid originate from?
Whenever he asked you, you would run off to occupy yourself with toys. So he figured maybe you've been having wet dreams. If dogs could have them.
It was later than usual when your owner returned. When he called for you, silence greeted him back. Strange, you were usually at his beck and call. He searched his bag for his tracker and checked the tiny green screen. A red dot flashed incessantly on the screen, signaling a change in your physical or neurological state. He lowered his bags and whipped out his pistol. Had the T-virus returned and taken over you?
He scanned the halls carefully before arriving at the entrance of his bedroom. He listened intently. Soft, unsteady sounds leaked into the hallway. It sounded like whimpers. Had (y/n) finally transformed into a monster?
His hand rested on the doorknob. Then he turned it and slowly entered the room. He was attacked by the heavy scent of pheromones. It clung heavily in the air, and he shielded his nose with his arm as he scanned his surroundings. His gun leveled on his bed, where you lay.
Your legs hung in the air, back arched as your hand pressed against your soft, glistening mound. The moonlight filtering through the balcony curtains cast a silver glow onto the stranger. Your fingers drove into your insides greedily in a steady yet clumsy pace. The hand clamped over your mouth did little to mask your whimpers and sighs. He lowered his gun slowly.
"Leon..." Your sweet voice filled the air. You panted softly, toes curling as you chanted his name. That's when he noticed your tail, the same shade of fur as his puppy hybrid. And the special collar and the floppy ears atop your head were telltale signs. It seemed like you had transformed– albeit into something else. He pocketed his gun and stood at the doorway. You were too deep in your haze to notice him, despite the heavy gaze from your sole audience.
You were inexperienced– it was apparent in your sloppy movements. His sweet pup didn't know how to make herself feel good, huh? Maybe he could help with that– wait, what would you think if you knew these sick thoughts?
He licked his lips. It should disgust him. You were his lovely pet. So why was he getting excited instead?
A long winded sigh snapped him out of his daze. Toes clenched, you unfurled and clenched them rhythmically as you sped up. A cry escaped you as your stomach fluttered. You couldn’t cum, you’ve been trying for hours.
With a heavy sigh, you lowered your legs and started to sit up when your eyes met his. You stopped in your tracks and he lifted a brow.
"I think you forgot to ask if I enjoyed the show," he teased. Your blood ran cold. How long had your owner been watching you...?
"T-This isn't what you think it is," you stuttered, grabbing the sheets to hide your body. You squeezed your shoulders together fearfully, appearing smaller.
"Looked like you were enjoying yourself."
Leon sat beside you, his weight on the mattress dipped you towards him. He set his gun and tracker onto the bedside table. You turned away from him, ears pinned to your head.
"I don't know what you're t-talking about."
"Playing dumb? C'mon, you were begging for me." He chuckled darkly, and you hid your face in the sheets in your hands. You tried to leave, but he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap.
"How 'bout your owner shows you how to feel real good?"
. . .
Your legs trembled as he spread them further with his. Sitting on his lap, he had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you securely against him. The hard-on pressing against your back sent shivers down your spine. He teased your slick slit as he dragged his thumb up and down, up and down in a slow motion.
"How much?" He demanded, his voice low and dark. You let out a whimper when he pressed against your clit, sending a jolt down your core. "How far have you gone?"
"Leon," you begged softly, "Please stop. You're scaring me."
"Don't you think it's too late to stop?" His chest rumbled with laughter, and you clenched embarrassingly. "Besides, who was the one moaning my name like a little whore? C'mon, tell me."
You shook your head, but you gasped when he spanked your pussy. The bundle of nerves twitched as you trembled. You leaned forward slightly, panting as you clutched his arm weakly. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs but he forced them open again.
"If you try that one more time I'm gonna punish you," he whispered into your ear. He snaked his warm tongue along the shell of your ear and you let out a muted moan. As he teased your ear, a digit gingerly slid into your weeping cunt.
"N-No... Leon- o-oh..." you tried to struggle but your eyes rolled back from the simple ministration. You sighed sweetly as you leaned into him. A smirk settled on his face. He knew you were bullshitting. Thank god for your honest pussy.
"Stop trying to put up a fight," the brunette muttered as he stroked your walls experimentally. You bit your lip and clung to his forearm. "Just feel it."
Leon kissed the back of your head as he slid another digit in. He was knuckles deep within you when you relaxed against him. Your chest heaved with soft pants as you gazed down at where you were connected. Such a good girl, you stopped putting up a fight when you finally got what you wanted. He was sure to reward you for your good behaviour.
He began to move, eliciting whispery moans and whines from your soft lips. The sound of your wetness and his thrusting filled the room. Any shred of embarrassment had dissipated with each loving stroke of his fingers. Your brain was turning into mushy matter. You could barely hold a coherent thought. It felt so different from when you did it, and so, so much better. If only you had gotten his help from the start, then you could've felt this good all along.
You clutched him weakly, body trembling as you panted harder with each thrust. The funny feeling in your belly was growing, pulsating like a burning star. You pushed against him, eyes glassy. "Owner- Leon-'' you babbled, "Stop stop stop-"
He kissed the top of your head tenderly, "I'm here. Just be a good girl and feel it all."
He coaxed you through your orgasm as you shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind. When you finally finished, he withdrew his fingers from you with a soft squelch. You laid limply in him, thighs twitching as stars twinkled in your blurry vision.
His slick fingers rested against your plush lips. You willingly open up and lap at his digits.The taste of your arousal was sweet but slightly bitter, a strange combination, you sleepily wondered as you swirled your tongue around his appendages.
With a soft pop, you freed his fingers and collapsed against his chest entirely. You tried to match your breathing with his, and he stroked your hair and side lovingly. A few moments passed when he finally spoke up.
"Since when did you start transforming? If that's the right word." His voice was soft, like he genuinely wanted to know.
You peered up at him meekly. Your volume fell with each word, "For a few weeks. I didn't know how to tell you. Was scared that you'd abandon me. And you won't be my owner anymore."
"You don’t have to worry about that." He frowned. He placed a fleeting kiss on your lips, "I’m not gonna abandon you. Not now, or ever."
You clung to him, placing your head over his heart. It drummed in the confines of his chest, like an unwilling prisoner. You curled up against him as he looped an arm around your smaller form.
"So those fluids were from you all along?"
You nestled into him. You hummed in agreement, and he looked up at the ceiling.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not,” he laughed. “You could’ve told me sooner. Then I could’ve helped.”
"... I was jealous," you mumbled to him.
"Huh? Did you say something?"
You pouted and buried your face in his chest. Your tail thumped heavily on the bed and he raised a brow questioningly.
. . .
"Where did you get that?" He peered up from his newspaper. The agent sat on the couch, staring at the girl across from him.
You wore an oversized tee that looked like it would fall off your shoulder at any second. It hung above your knees. And when you twirled, he caught sight of your polka dotted panties. He slowly set down his newspaper.
You twirled for him again. "I look super cute, don't I? I found it in your closet."
"Knew it. It looks good," he gestured for you to come, and you hopped towards him. You took a seat on his lap, your legs placed over his. He stroked your hair gently and kissed your nose. "Though I think you'd be even cuter without it."
"Huh? Wait-" you tried to escape but he caught your wrists. He pulled your shirt over your head and swiftly repositioned you so that you laid on the couch whilst he knelt between your legs.
The brunette hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact as he pried your thighs open. He pressed a kiss against your inner thigh and he hooked your underwear with his fingers. As he pressed more kisses to your thighs, he he slowly pulled down your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat.
"How do you want it today?" He muttered against your skin.
"Anything if it makes owner happy," you blushed as you curled your toes expectantly.
He grinned.
"Good pup.”
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Hello!! I have an idea for a fic! Ethan is y/n’s brothers bestfriend and one day y/n accidentally sends her nudes to Ethan? You can carry it on from there <3
OOPS! — ETHAN LANDRY📸
SUMMARY: ethan landry is your brother’s bestfriend. you guys exchanged numbers just for the sake of looking after each other and for safety, because you trusted him. but one day.. you accidentally exchange messages with the wrong person.
GENRE: smut
warnings: exchange of nudes, dirty talk
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you were lowkey a bit of a hoe and you never really turned down anyone when they asked for nudes.
you enjoyed sending pictures actually. you loved pleasuring people over the phone with your perky tits and butt. you loved it, you loved it all.
you had many people that you needed to send nudes to. but your dms were mixed up with the people you don’t send your nudes too.
you thought that ethan was another one of your costumers so you decided to pose for a few pictures, sending them all to ethan.
ethan.landryy: hey y/n.. what the hell? is that u?
your eyes widened when you saw the text message appear. have you sent the wrong person nudes?
y/n: no? wdym?
you tried to act clueless. your heart was pounding so fast. you knew that ethan would report this to your brother in no time.
ethan.landryy: no it is you. are you naked? wtf??
you wanted to end it right there and then. you made the wrong decision. it was either you killed yourself or your brother killed you.
y/n: pls don’t tell my brother plsssss..
you begged desperately. you knew that ethan was a closed off person and sending nudes was such a bad idea.
ethan.landryy: i won’t. but can i ask you a favor?
you would do anything at this point to not get caught or ratted out.
y/n: of course.
ethan.landryy: i wanna see you by tomorrow. you already know why.
you didn’t know why. there wasn’t anything serious between you two so there wasn’t any good reason to meet up at a random time.
ethan.landryy: you never rlly know how much i want you. but i wanna show you.
your eyes widened. he wanted you? you really wanted him for some reason but you never had time to fully think it through.
y/n: really?
was all that you could say. you felt dumbfounded.
ethan then sent a photo of his hard red throbbing cock, standing up proud and tall. your pussy as throbbing at the sight of it.
ethan.landryy: can we exchange nudes too?
your eyes lit up. you needed this. you really do.
y/n: yes. and wdym by tomorrow?
ethan.landryy: you know why.
y/n: what???
he left you on seen after, leaving you alone with many thoughts and feelings.
(i was sooo lazy but i tried. school is draining me but should i make a pt.2 for this?
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Dirty Little Secret (1)
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↳ 1 | Unholy
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader
Gojo Satoru is many things: family man, politician, someone the public believes they can trust. It’s how he’s gotten where he is in life.
Hidden beneath the façade is a man with many guilty pleasures – you being one of them.
words: 7.3k
cw: explicit drugs use, mention of alcohol, infidelity (not on reader), vaginal fingering, rough sex, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding kink, degradation, dacryphilia, exhibitionism
an: This was just going to be a oneshot based on the song "Unholy" by Sam Smith, but then I had an idea for a small part 2
an2.0: if you would like to read part 2, that one got tagged with a community lable. Please make sure you have those on, this post will tell you how to enable that as well.
His wife probably thought she was the luckiest woman in the world when he got down on one knee, professed his love and said he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side.
She probably felt even luckier, everything going according to their life plan when she found out she was pregnant with his children, starting a loving family with one of the most prominent politicians Tokyo has to offer.
She’d kick him out if she ever knew the way you stand between his legs, moving your shoulders, chest and hips to the beat of the bass blasting in the club. The way his eyes watch your hands trailing the length of your body before putting his own on your skin.
She’d divorce him on the spot if she knew the way you grind on his hips, the way his fingers caress every inch of your skin when he comes to see you.
She would never let him touch her again if she knew how he touched you, in all the ways she won’t let him do to her, in all the ways he really wants, the ways he enjoys.
Of course you’re aware of the wife - it would be impossible not to be. The picture-perfect family, an ideal trophy wife, two children. That’s his spiel, how he got into office and maintained his position over the years. He’s a father, a family man; understands the struggle and just how hard it is to maintain a happy healthy family - just like the average working person.
A politician you can trust because he’s just like you.
You’ve never seen or met her, steering clear of anything that has to do with Satoru during the day, but from your understanding he spends a lot of time with his kids when he has free time in the mornings and afternoons.
In the evenings he finds himself with you. Long legs spread wide as he sits back on the plush couch, you dropping your hips down onto his, grinding on him until you feel his cock harden from your touch.
It’s a miracle she hasn’t found out about the shit Satoru does behind her back; it’s a miracle nobody has. Sure he tries to be as discreet as possible, entering clubs through the back, paying for private rooms, private dances all the while spending thousands on sex, drugs and alcohol.
That’s how the two of you met. You were on stage, twirling, spinning and sliding your way down and around a pole in the most provocative positions. Satoru walked in with his three best friends; a man with long raven locks, one with a scar over the right side of his lip, and another with several tattoos over his face.
Satoru immediately caught your attention, with his messy hair, white as freshly fallen snow hanging over his eyes, eyes that were covered by dark square sunglasses, shielding them from your view. You watched him lick his lips, talk to your manager and head to a room in the back with his friends.
You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could feel his gaze burning into you with every flip of your hair, shimmy of your waist and hips in his direction.
You didn’t realize who he was at this point, not that it has ever really mattered.
It started with him coming to see you, paying to have you as the lone private dancer - sometimes for just him, sometimes with his friends. He’d tip you an exorbitant amount each time, enough of you to buy the Gucci handbag you’ve had your eye on for some time.
Eventually, when he realized you figured out who he is and weren’t talking about the shit you’ve seen him do, he easily charmed you with his honeyed words and wicked ways, inviting you to continue to the party elsewhere when your performances had ended.
Satoru likes to spend money, always seems to have too much of it, if the tips he leaves you with are anything to judge him by. Always enough to buy the latest Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Versace without batting an eye.
All because you’re so good to him, he says.
He likes to get his hands on the finest white powders money can buy; likes to snort lines off your tits before rolling the remaining into dainty joints for you to smoke; likes to watch you with his own lazy, crooked smile as the smooth burn fills your lungs.
You’re consistent, staying out of his life and daily affairs. It’s part of what he likes so much about you.
You never ask for more, knowing he’s not willing to give it. It’s why he keeps coming back to you, there’s no desire to be a part of the drama that would ensue if anyone outside of his circle of friends ever found out about you.
It’s why you had no problem signing the NDA he presented on your first night out together.
Satoru knows when he needs it, you’ll be there; when he wakes in the morning, you’ll be gone. Not wanting any part of the lives you lead outside of the clubs and hotel rooms you frequently find yourselves in.
The bright lights from the city faded from the rear view mirror some time ago. Things are different tonight, seemingly calmer than you’ve ever experienced before with the man sitting to your right over the year you’ve been seeing each other.
He shifts gears while humming along to the tune playing softly in the background as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence.
The car is extravagant. It suits him and you wouldn’t expect anything less to be honest. It’s the kind of car where the doors open up, rather than out, the leather seats are a dark black while the exterior is a stark white matching his hair.
The small space smells like a mix of his cologne, bergamot and honey, along with the perfume you always put on before going out with him.
This is the longest you’ve ever spent in his vehicle, unless he’s pulled off to the side of the road or in an abandoned parking lot either with you on his lap or spread out in the back seat as he fucks into you.
Satoru hasn’t spoken a lot tonight, just asked if you wanted to hang out after work and ushered you into his car on an empty street like usual. Obviously he’s taking you away tonight but you’re not sure where and trying not to care too much, so you don’t ask.
Doing that would change the aloof nature of your relationship and you’re not ready for any of those dynamics to be different, nor do you think he would be receptive to it.
“I can’t stay long,” he breaks the silence first, pulling into a hotel roughly forty five minutes away on the outskirts of Tokyo, “and I need to be sober. But, you can have fun and I’ll drive you home later.”
Satoru’s never taken you home before, though with his connections and power you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew where you live regardless. When you’ve stayed the night together before, you’re always up early and make sure to leave before he wakes up. Not only because you shouldn’t be with him, but also because you’ve never been one to stick around for awkward morning conversations or expectations.
You nod with a quiet “okay,” while he hands you a basic black face mask while putting on his own. He also takes off his tie, throwing it in his pocket and undoing a few of the top buttons on his shirt before putting on a matching black sock hat to cover his hair.
Stepping out of the car, you adjust your tiny black dress and hair before looping your arm in with Satoru’s making your way into the glamorous hotel, past the concierge and to the elevator.
Even when trying to be discreet, Satoru and his friends can’t help the luxuries they like to surround themselves with. He says he can’t stay and has to be sober, but that didn’t stop any of them from choosing a hotel with chandeliers, gold decor and marble floors covering every inch of the lobby.
When you get to the top floor of the hotel, there are only a few doors in the hall. Satoru knocks on one a few times before it’s quickly opened, allowing the two of you in. The space is more akin to an apartment than a hotel room - a small kitchen off to one side, a large bedroom with its own door separating the space from what serves as the living room.
There are floor to ceiling windows covering every inch of wall space, overlooking the small, lively city below. Chandeliers hang in this room too, the bathroom has similar marble flooring to the lobby with a shower that could easily fit ten, along with a jacuzzi.
Suguru is sitting on a chair reclined back with a woman who could easily be a model on his lap. He has a joint between his fingers, bringing it to his lips and taking a drag before holding it up to hers. She accepts with a grin, hand on his chest while the other fiddles with his hair.
Toji and Sukuna are sitting on a love seat next to Suguru, doing what they always seem to be doing - cutting too many lines of a soft white powder on a mirrored plate with a credit card before rolling one of their bills and inhaling, taking turns.
There are several other women in the room with a few other guys you don’t recognize - they’re all busy grinding to the beat of the music playing, glasses of champagne in their hands.
You never know who Toji and Sukuna are going to have with them - it’s seemingly a new girl each time you’re around. Aside from yourself and the girl on Suguru’s lap you’ve seen a few times, you’re the only constant.
Then again, you don’t know what goes on, on the other nights of the week that Satoru doesn’t come to whisk you away. You’ve never bothered to ask, never wanting to know how many other women he has, just like you, waiting to have his attention for the night.
Toji walks over, the mountain of a man that he is, emerald green eyes gleaming with mischief as he looks you up and down, biting his scarred lip before saying, “lookin’ great, as always.”
You’re smiling, unable to help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks from his intense gaze, but don’t respond because Satoru has moved his hand to your waist, pulling you in closer to him.
“Can you fuck off and leave my girl alone?” Satoru says without a trace of humor and you’re reeling more from his words than you should be.
His girl.
You don’t let yourself think too hard about it. You know what this is, what it always will be.
What it can never be.
You’re shrugging as Satoru pulls you away, moving his hand from your waist down to your ass, grabbing a handful before removing his hand completely, sitting on the couch next to Suguru, across from where Sukuna was before, who is now missing.
Satoru likes it when you wear the things you buy with his money - showing him you appreciate what he’s given you. Every once in a while you’ll buy a new handbag or jewelry to show off but mainly you spend it on little dresses to flaunt around in front of him, something easily accessible and removable, the way he likes it.
Sitting on the couch, resting your head on Satoru’s shoulder listening to the way his voice reverberates through his chest as he talks with Suguru, you absentmindedly draw little shapes on his chest wondering why he brought you with him tonight. The only thing you’ve been doing since you got here is listen to them discuss things you’re not interested in talking or hearing about, things that have to do with their work.
A soft quiet sigh leaves your lips as you watch Suguru pack and roll another joint for himself and his guest. Satoru hears and cocks his head in your direction before capturing your lips with his own quickly.
“You can join them. I’ll take care of you tonight.”
“It’s not fun without you,” you’re running your thumb across his lower lip, wiping away the lipstick that’s smeared on the corner. He grins before biting the tip of your thumb, swirling his tongue around it.
After a few moments, you pull your thumb away and he clicks his tongue before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and a little clear plastic baggie with a white powder that was embedded deep within, “this would be fun for you. Just need a little.”
Your brows are furrowed; it’s a different soft crystalline powder than you’ve seen him have before, “what is it?”
“A stimulant,” he replies generically, his grin is wide as he puts his wallet back in his pocket. Satoru tells you to take the water bottle that’s on the table beside you and drink it because you’ll want to stay hydrated and then to wet the tip of one of your fingers with your tongue.
You grin, looking up at him through thick lashes before putting your index finger in his mouth. He chuckles before rolling his tongue on it a few times. Listening to his instructions, you dip your finger into the baggie and suck the powder off - it doesn’t taste like anything. All you’re able to taste is the slight spearmint flavor from his spit.
After dipping your finger back into the baggie you hold it up for him. He watches you, eyes dark, stern and unamused. Satoru sees the way your shoulders slump slightly when he doesn’t accept it and the way your lower lips juts out slightly, pouting - it’s barely noticeable, but he sees it.
You’ve never asked for more from him over the last year, and you’ve been so good to him during that time too.
“Fuck, okay, but this is it.”
“Okay.” You reply quietly, the corner of your lip tugging upwards.
The boys continue their conversation and you’re not sure how much time has passed but as you watch Satoru’s sharp jaw as he speaks, the planes of his cheeks and slope of his nose you also realize his pupils have dilated tremendously. They’re more black than blue at this point.
You’ve also noticed you’ve been drawing little circles on the palm of your hand this entire time - the touch of your own skin feels so good that you can’t help but reach for Satoru and run your nails up and down the length of his arm. He tilts his head towards you, smirks and pulls you closer so your legs are resting atop his as he follows suit on your bare legs.
The contact feels incredible, like little tingles of electricity each time his nails run up and down the length of your legs slowly. Every once in a while he moves his hand up your thigh, towards the hem of your dress which makes you gasp, more and more slick pooling in the center of your panties with each pass of his hand.
“So, the wife is finally suspicious about where you go at night, huh?” Suguru asks smoothly as Toji and Sukuna come back over and sit on the small couch across from you.
Sukuna lights another joint, taking a long drag before adding, “everyone is suspicious about what we’re up to. That’s nothing new.”
Satoru sighs before leaning his head against the back of the couch, “just need to make sure nothing gets out. It’ll affect more than just us and our families if it does.”
“Awe,” you coo, “trouble in paradise?”
Satoru is snide with his remark as he glares at you from the corner of his cold blue eyes, “why? Wish I was married to you?”
You grin, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “you wish.”
“What about you?” He asks suddenly, “hiding me from anyone?”
Satoru grabs the little bag of powder and opens it again, so you do the same as you did last time; lick the tip of your index finger, dip it in and place a little on your tongue before doing the same for him.
“Nope, not worth it.”
This is the first time either of you have really acknowledged your lives outside of what you do when you’re together, typically avoiding any and all topics that have to do with personal lives.
Tonight is different and you don’t know why though you’re not exactly putting in any effort to change it.
Satoru has never worried or cared if his friends made a comment about how good you look or showed interest in hooking up with you but tonight he’s more possessive of your interactions. Holding you closer, letting details of his family and day to day life slip in conversation like he never has before.
“This feels so good,” you rasp out, taking in the feeling of his hands moving along your legs and mostly thighs at this point, so you move to straddle him. Satoru runs his large hands up your thighs slowly and under your dress to your ass, gripping hard as you press your body up against his chest, “need you.”
“I can’t tonight,” it’s a whisper filled with desperation because he wants to.
Satoru’s grip on your hips tightens as he lowers you down onto his lap so you can feel just how badly he wants you too. A whimper leaves your lips when he guides you to roll your hips on top of his before moving his hands to the insides of your thighs.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He hisses when he feels your arousal running down your leg and quickly loses his resolve, moving your panties to the side and running two fingers through your soaked folds.
It’s easy to forget, with the way he’s easily able to insert two fingers into your pussy and find your sweet spot, that the two of you aren’t the only ones in the room. Foreheads pressed together, mouths agape as you cup his cheek, rutting your hips in time with his hand as he brings you closer and closer to the brink of your release.
Satoru moves a hand from your hip to your throat, squeezing gently at the base while your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. Each touch, each pass of his fingers on your g-spot is euphoric.
There’s slick coating his hand, up to his wrist - you’re wet, wetter than you ever have before and you’re doing everything in your power to move your hips with his hand so his palm stays tightly pressed against your clit. You’re mewling, whimpering, never wanting this feeling to end, almost ready to beg him to keep you like this forever.
You’re so taken back with each others touch, the way you hold him close, card your fingers through his hair and drag your nails through his undercut; the way your breaths are mingling with one another as you’re so overcome with desire and pleasure you can’t even warn him that the thread barely keeping you together is about to snap before you’re moaning out his name and he’s whispering “fuck, that’s it,” as you absolutely gush on his hand.
Capturing your lips again the kisses are messy and needy until you’re both snapped back to reality by the sounds of Toji laughing, “damn, that was quite the show. You gonna need some help with her?”
Satoru sighs, running his thumb across your lips before moving you off his lap and standing, entwining his fingers with yours, “fuck off, Fushiguro. Find someone your own age to hang out with.”
He leads you out of the room and back down to the lobby of the hotel. You’re sure you’re about to leave for the night, before he lets temptation ruin him but rather than leading you out, he stops at the receptionist's desk, where a young man is standing, asking for a room.
There’s a smile that spreads across your face and you can’t even help it, a feeling of superiority spreading through your body that he’s choosing to spend the night with you, rather than whatever obligation was holding him back earlier.
“Hi,” you smile and wave at the receptionist while biting your lip. His eyes are flicking between you and Satoru as he looks for an open room.
It’s thrilling, being out with Satoru - there’s always that underlying thought, the excitement around potentially getting caught, even though that isn’t something either of you actually want.
Your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest, either because of the reality of the two of you being caught due to a snap decision on his part to stay the night or because of the drugs you took earlier, you’re not sure but you don’t let yourself dwell on it.
Satoru tilts his head in your direction, eyeing you up and down with a frown, “don’t fucking flirt with another man in front of me.”
“Oh, jealousy is not a good look on you.”
Before Satoru is able to reply, the receptionist cuts in, handing Satoru the keycard to a room along with a pamphlet of information about amenities the hotel provides. When the receptionist finishes his spiel Satoru carefully looks him over.
“If anything leaks from here, I’ll know it was from you and I will make your life a living hell. I will take anything and everything you hold dear to your heart and ruin it. You will be nothing but a broken man by the time I’m done with you. Understood?”
The man stands with wide eyes as he replies in a hurried, shaky voice, “o-okay. Understood.”
And then Satoru grins like an angel before pulling you along with him, to take you up to the room and fuck you like the devil he truly is.
He pulls you into the elevator, hiding both of your faces from the camera by pushing you into the wall of the confined space, lips latched while your tongues glide against one another, hips rutting into the other looking for stimulation.
When the elevator dings, he stumbles backwards dragging you along with him, keeping your lips connected until right outside the space where he lifts you, and you wrap your legs around his waist while he pulls the keycard out of his pocket. You busy yourself with kissing along his jaw and neck while he finds the room you were assigned, swiping the card and kicking the door closed once he’s walked through the threshold.
The room is large, and grand but nowhere near as extravagant as the one you were in earlier, not that it really matters considering the only focus is the plush king size mattress he lets you softly fall onto.
Satoru doesn’t waste any time unbuttoning his shirt and slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room while you slip the dress off, along with your panties, waiting in the center of the bed for him to join you.
And he does, with a salacious grin spread across his face crawling over to you, pushing you further into the mattress while you spread your legs, feeling his long, thick cock press against your soaked entrance.
“Wait, wait,” you gasp out, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his cheek, “condom.”
He stares at you like you’ve just shot him square in the chest before furrowing his brows, “No. We’ll- I’ll- fuck- I’ll pull out, I have to feel you.”
Satoru doesn’t have many rules - first and foremost, above all else, stay out of the limelight and his family's business and do not talk to anyone about the details of your relationship with him without a lawyer present if anyone should find out.
After that it’s simple, really only two other rules to abide by; take your birth control pills on time and wear a condom. And he’s been adamant about that until tonight. He’s always stated he didn’t want to risk getting anything and passing it to his wife because that would be a fucking nightmare to try and explain his way out of, but it would be an even bigger problem if he were to get you pregnant.
All of that seems to be out of the window tonight because he effortlessly pushes in past your entrance. He moans sinfully at the feeling while your eyes roll to the back of your head and arch your back, “you’re so wet, this- oh fuck- fuck, you feel so good.”
“What about your wife?” You manage to gasp out, mouth open, eyes half lidded, nails digging into his shoulder as he moves so painfully slowly that it’s amazing.
The heightened sense of touch, the feeling of him with nothing in between is intoxicating, makes your head a little dizzy, feeling every inch of his length as he pulls out and pushes back in.
“You jealous, baby?” He mutters, eyes hazy with lust, “want me to fuck you the way I do my wife?”
He pulls almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into yours causing you to stutter out, “fuck, n-no, no.”
“Think I’ll leave my wife, leave my family for a stripper?” His cock twitches at his words but he doesn’t move his hips again, doesn’t give you what you need so you wrap your legs around his waist and rock your hips against him the best you’re able, “I’ve fucking thought about it, having you like this every day.”
His large hands span your hips, halting your movements as he sits back up and pulls out to your dismay.
“Beg me.” He demands, running the red tip of his cock across your hypersensitive folds, nudging your clit a few times in the process just to watch the way you squirm below him, “beg me to fuck you.”
He takes a handful of your tits massaging them roughly before leaning down, swirling his tongue on your hardened nipple. He tweaks the other at the same time he tugs the other between his teeth.
“S’toru,” you whine needy and shamelessly, “I- fuck- please, please fuck me. Just- want to feel you, need you, please.”
Satoru watches you through his lashes the way you wriggle and writhe with your nipple tugged gently between his teeth. Cock is straining, leaking precum from the slit on the sheets of the bed - he’s just as needy as you, dying to be touched, to get the stimulation he’s craving just as badly as you but he’s being incredibly patient tonight.
His length is longer, harder and thicker than usual, twitches with your words and every whimper that leaves your lips but he still doesn’t fuck you - he’s waiting. Waiting for you to say he can fuck you, unimpeded and raw.
“Please, Satoru, baby,” tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, threatening to break free if he doesn’t work to extinguish the fire that’s burning in the center of your belly, to give you the release your body is screaming at you to have, “fuck me, please- so hard- always wanted to feel you-”
He can’t hold back anymore, not when you’re laying so pretty on the bed, tears streaming down your cheeks and begging him to give you what he knows only he can. Before you’ve realized what happened, he has you flipped over lining his cock with your entrance before slamming his hips flush with yours.
You cry out his name as he moves his hips with reckless abandon, finally, finally feeding the flames of desire burning in your core. His crystalline eyes are hooded with lust and desire as he grabs your hair at the roots and tugs harshly, other hand on your hip helping keep you in place as he pumps his hips faster and harder.
“You take all of me so fucking well,” he moans, “nobodies ever taken all of me.”
Wet, lewd squelching noises fill the space of the hotel room. You’re so wet from the jolt of electricity that thrums through your body with every touch and every time the tip of his cock grazes your sweet spot, and you’re only getting wetter as he continues to fuck into your rougher and rougher.
You know he’s comparing you to his wife when he babbles aimlessly like this, but you’ve learned to not let it bother you, not to think too much on it. After all, he’s spending his free time with you.
Sex with Satoru has always been good, he always seemed to know what you needed before you did, but tonight is different. Better somehow.
It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning.
The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock so hard he has to slow his pace and take a deep shaky breath in order to not follow along right beside you.
He lets go of your hair, kissing your shoulders and center of your back several times before sitting back on the balls of his feet before taking both of your wrists in one of his large hands and holding them behind your back.
Satoru moves his hips slowly a few times before pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest.
“Like it when I fuck you like the filthy slut you are?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to reply before hooking his fingers in your mouth turning your attention to him. Your tongue immediately finds his fingers, swirling over them as you look up to him, eyes so dark and filled with lust you can barely see any of the color anymore. He lets a tail of saliva fall from his mouth into yours and you moan the moment it hits your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
He lets go of your wrist, splaying one hand over your stomach to feel the bulge from his cock each time he recklessly fucks into you, while the other finds its way to your breast, squeezing and gripping as he looses himself to pleasure inside of you.
There’s a mirror across from you, above the dresser in front of the bed - Satoru’s cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink, down his neck to the top of his chest. Lips parted with eyes on you as he watches and listens to the way you moan and whine from each stroke of his long cock.
“Satoru, cum in me,” his hips falter at your words, “fill me up, please.”
“Baby, I can’t.” But he absolutely wants to.
He pushes you back down on the bed, hand in the center of your back keeping your face pressed against the silky sheets. He takes the opportunity to grip your ass and spread your cheeks, watching the way you take all of him down the base without complaint. He lets his spit fall from his mouth, and watches the way you jolt when it makes contact with your other entrance unexpectedly and slides down to his cock, mixing with your arousal.
Satoru feels the way your pussy has a death grip on his cock again, knows you’re about to cum and he can’t bring himself to pull out. Not when you look and sound so pretty for him, not when you were literally begging for him to cum inside you earlier.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-” he’s moaning at the thought, getting lost inside you, “I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you so fucking full of me.”
His words are enough to set you off, having your pussy tightening around him like a noose as he paints your walls white, letting out a guttural groan as he rocks his hips back and forth, working you both through your releases.
There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his his tip.
Eventually he rolls you over onto your back, both panting, trying to catch your breaths. He’s still half hard, both hissing at the sensation when he runs his cock up through your puffy folds, dragging his wet, heavy cock on your stomach when he leans up and places several languid kisses to the center of your chest.
He licks a strip from your chest to jaw before sucking several small red starbursts on your neck, shoulder and down to your tits. Your nails are on his shoulder and back digging into his skin - he groans, loves the feeling, the sharp to dull pain that comes with it.
There’s been an unspoken rule between the two of you, no marks. Not on him at least. It’s more important his body be free from any unknown scratches and little red marks, should the press decide to have a field day seeing them and decide to investigate.
“Love leaving marks on you,” he whispers, voice low, gravely with desire again. “Everyone knows you belong to someone else, don’t they?”
“Yes,” you breathe.
“Tell me baby, who do you belong to?”
“You. Satoru, I’m yours.” You answer a little too honestly, holding his face a little too lovingly. He groans at the confirmation, knows he shouldn’t have made you say it but couldn’t resist hearing it.
You place several kisses on his lips and cheek. Everything is getting progressively sloppier, starting to come down from your respective highs. Satoru’s eyes are half lidded, not only from lust but from a tiredness that’s starting to seep through.
He returns the kisses languidly before you kiss along his jaw, sucking a small spot just under his jaw, nipping at the skin playfully a few times in the process. He doesn’t stop you because he knows that despite not being able to give you all of himself, he’s yours too.
Probably even more than he’s his wifes.
Slowly, he presses his tip against your entrance again, easily slipping past the ring of muscles while you wrap your legs around his waist. He hooks one of his arms under your knee, pushing it up so he’s able to get deeper.
Satoru fucks into you hard and fast like this. It’s messy, wet and sticky with your mixed arousal and cum connecting the two of you. Slick wet sounds fill the room again until you’re both on the brink of another imminent release.
“Think I might fucking love you.” He admits, voice low, filled with lust.
You want to say it back, but you know it’s not true, the shit he says when he’s buried ten inches deep in your cunt, cock bruising your cervix as he fucks into you.
“You’re so wet, already so full of me,” he moans at the thought of cumming inside you again. “G-gonna give you a baby, gonna give you part of me.”
“S’toru,” you gasp at his lust filled desires and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want that too so you move your hips up wantonly, eagerly, “yes, please.”
It’s a bad fucking idea, to let him say these things, to agree with him. But you let him move your knees back to your shoulders, holding the heels of your feet for leverage as he presses his hips into you until you’re both cumming again.
He collapses on top of you, heavy breaths fanning your ear. You lay like this, chests rising and falling against one another until you’re overcome by sleep.
There’s light peeking in through semi-closed curtains, a beam of light hitting your face at the perfect angle, right into your eye. Knitting your brows together, you stifle a yawn before stretching out, feeling a warm body pressed into yours.
Your eyes flutter open, focusing on the dim light of the hotel room. It’s the same as it was last night, pristine, perfect. All except the sheets and blankets that are askew on the bed from your passion filled night.
The silky white sheet is covering most of you, but only on Satoru up to his hips. He must have gotten hot last night, threw everything off him in his sleep.
Looking up to him, his eyes are still closed, eyes moving slightly behind his lids. Soft white lashes flutter slightly with each movement while his arm that’s wrapped around your waist twitches slightly.
Your naked body is pressed against him, skin to skin. One leg is tangled between his while one hand is on his chest.
You let yourself take in the sight, not something you allow yourself to do frequently, but last night was indulgent, so this morning might as well be too. Satoru looks peaceful when he’s asleep. He’s always so calm and collected when you’re with him but never quite like this.
Truly without a care in the world with his eyes closed. No stress about someone finding out about you, exposing his lies and his secret life.
You stay like this for too long, watching him sleep, letting your index finger run along the scar on his chest. He says your name quietly, and you smile, just slightly at the thought of him dreaming about you.
You’re still high, you can tell, feeling light and airy and great about everything, but you know better than to let it last. You’ll be coming down again soon and everything will feel mundane, pointless, bothersome.
So you go to move, push yourself away from him to do your normal routine of getting ready for the day, pretending you were never here with him. His grip around your waist tightens, halting your movements.
“Stay…” Satoru whispers so quietly it’s barely audible.
Pursing your lips you look up at him, eyes still closed, no identifying feature signifying he’s woken up and is really, truly asking you to stay by his side, despite all the shit that would come along with it.
Your heart is beating fast, irregular, but you’re sure it’s from the stimulant. It has to be. Any other reason would be less than ideal.
After all, he probably thinks you’re his wife right now. Laying next to him, snuggled in close like she probably is every other day of the week.
You let out a single low wry chuckle at the morbid thought, licking your lips and shaking your head and whispering, “that’s not a good idea.”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down and you mentally kick yourself for leaving the incredibly obvious fucking hickey just below his jaw. Satoru’s grip loosens just enough for you to wriggle out of his grasp.
Something you quickly learned after getting involved with Satoru is to have a bag packed at all times. That way in the mornings you can shower, removing the sweat and scents of not only the alcohol or drugs but also his cologne from your skin. It’s important to make it appear like you were never with him, to never leave in the same clothes you’ve arrived in.
After showering, you do your normal daily routine. Moisturizers, hair products, make up. You bring it all and you do it all - it would be no different if you were sitting at home, getting ready for your day.
That’s all this is, isn’t it? Just a routine. Meet a man, party, have mind blowing sex, act as if you’ve never met each other afterwards. Over and over again.
When you step back into the living space of the room, Satoru is no longer lying on his back, but rather his stomach, face buried into the pillow you used last night. His own overnight back is open, evident he had rifled through it for some reason when you were in the shower before climbing back into the bed, ignoring your presence.
Sitting on top is a black Versace sweatshirt. Looking back over to him, he’s unmoving aside from his back raising and falling slightly with each breath. Pursing your lips you quickly decide to grab it out of his bag and throw it into yours.
It’ll smell like him, even if only for a few days.
Picking up your garments from last night, you throw them into your bag before pulling out oversized sunglasses to hide your obviously still blown pupils and throw them on before turning the knob of the door to exit the room.
You don’t bother turning around, checking to see if Satoru watched you walk out. There’s no point. You know he didn’t. This is all routine.
After ensuring the door closes completely, you take a few steps down the hall while the elevator dings and a woman steps out of it.
She’s tall, in a pressed black pencil skirt and blazer. She looks classy with the way her ebony hair falls over her shoulders in soft curls.
She heads down the direction you’re coming from. Neither of you acknowledge the other as you pass by, on your own separate missions. Your breathing picks up, and the air feels tense after noticing the scowl spread across her features. And you all but jump at the sound of her banging on the room door you just walked out of moments prior.
You press the button to the elevator a few times, palms growing more clammy by the second, afraid the two of you might have been caught, that the boy from the front desk didn’t heed Satoru’s warning.
You watch from the corner of your eye as Satoru groggily opens the door, complaining about the loud sound. At least he had enough sense to put on a shirt beforehand, hiding the marks you left across his chest and back.
“You missed our counseling appointment. Is this some kind of joke to you?”
He’s quiet for a moment, eyes adjusting to the bright light of the hall and you could swear his eyes flicker to you for a split second before finally speaking.
“No, of course not. I went out with the guys last night and lost track of time. You know how it is.”
“All too well.”
She pushes past him into the room and you know he didn’t have enough time to do any clean up of his own, that the room still reeks of alcohol, sweat and sex. And if she even bothers to look around, he’ll have to explain why the shower is wet from having been used when he clearly hasn’t washed up.
“Good lord. What have you been doing here? And what is on your neck?”
His hand goes to his jaw instinctively to try to hide the mark you left last night, “uh, cigarette burn. The guys were messing around last night and I got mixed up in the fray.”
He doesn’t seem to be too worried about his wife’s line of questioning because he looks over to you, just as the elevator dings, giving you a smirk.
You watch him from the corner of your eye, biting your lip as you return the sly smile, stepping into the elevator once the doors open knowing he can’t and won’t stay away from you for long.
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Hiii I love Ur judgment day x readers they are so adorable
Could you please write a JD (Platonic) x Reader where Y/n gets in a bad fight with their partner and they comfort them
the judgment day x reader (platonic)
‼️cheating and gaslighting, your bf name in this is alexander bc my ex name is alexander and now i hate alexanders
(i love this pic btw)
i don’t wanna love
“you’re overacting!” your boyfriend alexander kept screaming at you.
overreacting?
“so you’re telling me there’s nothing between the two of you? that i’ve been hallucinating for the past month?” you screamed back, tired of trying talking with him.
“there’s nothing between me and her” he said, lying. because of course you had the proofs that he was cheating, that he was seeing someone else while you were out touring.
“how can i fucking believe you when i have proofs!”
“what proofs?” he asked, not caring about the whole cheating part.
“the pictures of you two together? the messages? the-…”
“you went over my phone without even asking me?” he was angrier that before.
“i did! because you wouldn’t tell me the truth! you can’t deny what i just found!”
“okay, fine! i cheated, is that what you wanted me to say? i did it, and i wasn’t proud of it but you were always gone and i was here alone waiting for you every week to come home, i got tired and i wanted to have some fun and one night i went to this club where i met her, and she was always there for me, it wasn’t just sex, there was a connection…she understood me, she was there when you were out wrestling with your friends!” he said, not feeling guilty at all.
you couldn’t believe he was blaming him cheating on you on the fact that you were away from home because of your job.
“i can’t believe it that you are blaming your fucking childish behaviour on me being away because of my job!”
“i needed you and you weren’t there!” he kept screaming.
“so the best solution was fucking some bitch you met at the bar uh?” you were done with it “you have ten minutes to pack your things and get out of my house!”
“what are you talking about? where am i supposed to go?” he asked you.
“i don’t know, ask my replacement if you can stay at her’s, i don’t care, now, move before i call the police. this is my house, do you remember?” you said locking yourself in the guest bedroom and waiting for him to be over with packing.
you were sure you heard him closing the door once he was done packing and leaving your house. you were too tired to even go back into the master bedroom that you cried yourself to sleep right where you were.
the morning after you were supposed to go at rhea’s as you guys needed to prepare your upcoming match but you were drained and had no energy. you felt like shit and all you wanted to do was staying in bed and cry.
the team immediately knew something was up when you didn’t show up at her place. so instead of calling your or texting, you found them in front of your door.
“what are you doing here?” you asked them.
“we were worried. you didn’t show up, you didn’t call or text, we thought you were sick or that something happened…wait, were you crying?” rhea stopped when she saw your red eyes.
“no” you lied.
“whats going on love?” finn soft voice almost made you want to cry again. he always had a soft spot for you, treating you like a daughter.
“i just…i wanna be alone today…now, can you please go?” you almost begged them but they got it as an invitation to come inside so now you found yourself with your friends sitting on your couch, waiting for an explanation from you.
“what is going on uh?” damian asked you again.
“alexander and i broke up…” you whispered and waited for them to talk but they let you continue “he was cheating on me and i found out…instead of apologising he blamed it on me, saying that it was my fault because i was away touring and he needed me here…i just…what did i do wrong?” you cried again and now rhea was sitting next to you, holding you in her arms.
“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” she whispered.
“he was saying how much he wanted to marry me, to have a family with me just to find out that he was fucking someone else behind my back…it fucking hurts because i was ready to be with him for the rest of my life…i really loved him” you cried harder and rhea swore that alexander was a dead man.
“hey…” finn, the parental figure inside the whole group sweet talked to you “it’s not worth it…crying for him? it’s not worth it, he’s not worth it…i know you’re hurting right now and it will hurt for a while but eventually it’ll pass…it’ll get better, trust me…”
“thank you…” you whispered.
still crying in rhea’s arms as she let you. you never experienced such heartbreak and the pain you were feeling was too much.
“i just don’t understand how it went so downhill…everything was going perfectly…i would have noticed if something was wrong but i swear, everything looked normal” you cried.
“it’s not your fault love” finn said.
“finn’s right, you couldn’t have noticed…if he was acting normal, you couldn’t have noticed the sudden changes in his persona…i’m so sorry it happened to you, you don’t deserve it…” dominik said while sitting on the carpet, in front of you.
“i swear… i don’t wanna fall in love anymore” hearing such words coming from you hurt the group. you’ve always been the sweet and romantic one, you’ve always dreamed of a fairytale life and now you believed everything was a lie.
rhea looked sad “don’t say that love, it’s just a phase but you will feel better, i promise you”
of course. you were complaining about your disastrous love life with dom, who just got married, rhea, who’s gonna get married soon, finn, who’s been married for years and damian, someone that wasn’t looking for love and couldn’t understand anything about love.
“it’s easy coming from you…you’re all happy and in a healthy relationship, you all trust each other and i’m pretty sure you’ve never been cheated on” you regretted immediately saying that but you were hurting.
“we had our painful break ups too honey…” rhea said. she knew you were hurting so she didn’t mind it.
“did they cheat on you?” you asked them.
“no but…”
“exactly” you said, drowning your head in your pillows.
“what rhea was trying to say is that break ups are always hurtful, whether you get cheat on or not…and this pain you’re feeling, will get better, in a month or two you’ll be feeling better…” damian spoke softly to you. knowing that you were already in pain and that he didn’t want to upset you more.
“we will leave you alone if you want to…” rhea said, not wanting to leave you alone but she knew you probably needed time for yourself.
“no please…” you said shocking everyone.
“okay…then we’ll stay here…we can watch a movie if you want to” finn suggested and you all agreed.
“no rom com please” you said making them laugh.
rhea’s idea was to watch a horror movie but while they were all watching the movie you ended up falling asleep, too tired for all the tears you’ve been crying.
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derrière les yeux bleus - h!inter oneshot
louis mafioso francês, louis39, ltops, hbottom, hinter, harry19.
algumas palavras estão em francês e o significado está logo abaixo da fala entre parênteses, tw: uso de armas e facas, menção a sangue, sequestro, uso de entorpecentes, morte.
humiliation, manipulation, daddy kink, breath play, sexo anal, squirting, daddy issues, knife play, dirty talk.
essa one é totalmente dedicada a @ltops, que desde o começo me incentivou a escrever, mandou a foto que me inspirou a escrevê-la e no desenrolar da one me ajudou muito dando todo o apoio possível. Não consegueria escrever essa one sem você, te amo! obrigada por entrar na onda das minhas loucuras
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O cigarro rotineiro estava entre seus dedos, o cheiro de nicotina se espalhava pelo cômodo grande, seus olhos azuis admiravam os pingos grossos de chuva que rolavam pela janela de vidro que vinha desde o teto até o chão, Marselha sendo admirada por suas orbes azuis.
Sua cabeça latejava um pouco pelo estresse acumulado de dias, seu corpo todo estava dando sinais óbvios do cansaço, no entanto Louis continuava a fechar os olhos pra isso. Suas mãos apertaram o osso de seu nariz e seus olhos se fecharam no mesmo instante em que sua cabeça tombou para trás no encosto da cadeira.
Sua cabeça latejou mais uma vez, quando seu celular começou a tocar incessantemente sobre a mesa de seu escritório, seus olhos rolaram pra dentro de suas pálpebras, ele achou até mesmo que ficariam presos, antes de avistarem o nome de Pierre brilhando na tela.
─ Tomlinson? ─ ele disparou de maneira rápida assim que Louis o atendeu. Ele apenas resmungou ─ Tá acompanhando a rota da mercadoria?
Louis piscou os olhos de forma preguiçosa.
─ Não, Pierre. ─ no mesmo instante Louis começou a ligar seu computador, acessando o programa qual tinha rastreio de todos seus carros.
Notou que o programa não acompanhava mais o trajeto do caminhão que estava transportando seus entorpecentes, atualizou o sistema vendo se de tal maneira conseguia o compartilhamento de rastreio, o que não aconteceu.
─ Pierre, por que o compartilhamento de rastreio não está disponível? ─ Louis questionou de maneira dura.
Pôde escutar o moreno respirando fundo antes de erroneamente começar a falar de maneira baixa. ─ Foi exatamente por isso que te liguei chefe, Antoine me ligou dizendo que estava acompanhando todo o caminho, quando chegou perto de um túnel, sumiu de mapa.
Louis respirou fundo, suas mãos deixaram o celular ainda na chamada em cima da mesa, em seguida as duas esfregaram a pele de seu rosto puxando seu cabelo pra trás.
─ Vocês já tentaram conversar com Lucien? ─ ele levantou da cadeira começando a andar pelo escritório. Pierre o respondeu de maneira rápida com um resmungo positivo apenas. ─ Porra e o que ele disse?
─ Ele não atende as ligações chefe, o celular chama, chama, chama e ele não atende ─ Louis olhava a cidade pela janela como se seu estresse pudesse ir embora junto com os pingos de chuva que batiam no vidro.
─ Caralho. Pierre faça o que você conseguir pra ter o rastreio de volta, vou ver o que consigo fazer por aqui.
Louis desligou a chamada e jogou o celular na mesa. Se sentou sobre a cadeira e acessou novamente o programa de rastreio, continuava da mesma maneira, o pequeno símbolo que rastreava todos os carros registrados brilhava no canto da tela, ele apertou e esperou a procura, nada aconteceu novamente.
Louis bufou e deixou um murro sobre a mesa, sua cabeça latejava incessantemente e todos seus músculos agora estavam rígidos. Ele se levantou de maneira rápida indo até o canto do escritório, no copo pequeno ele despejou uma pequena dose de whisky e o virou em sua boca.
A bebida quente desceu queimando toda sua garganta e relaxando seu corpo. Louis pegou o celular e abriu o aplicativo de mensagens, procurou pelo contato de Théo, enviou duas mensagens e fechou novamente o celular.
“Théo, que caralho está acontecendo com o caminhão?"
“Eu não posso perder a porra dessa carga"
Louis era o chefão da maior máfia da França, derrière les yeux bleus a cidade toda era sua. Marselha pertencia a Louis, ele era um homem de influência, seu nome era conhecido por quase toda a Europa, uma boa parte do Reino Unido também fazia parte dos negócios de Louis, assim como algumas cidades da Suíça e Itália.
Mas seu ponto alvo mesmo era Londres, onde tinha uma rincha com Des, o homem era chefe de uma máfia Londrina. A máfia de Des, era pequena e não vendia das melhores mercadorias o que o fazia ser escasso.
Diferente de Louis que tinha influência na cidade, era respeitado por todos os moradores dali e sempre tinha das melhores mercadorias. Por esse motivo Des tinha uma grande raiva de Louis, o homem de meia idade estava sempre fazendo de tudo pra derrubar os serviços dele, assim como sempre tentava manipular as cargas de Tomlinson.
No entanto o homem nunca havia conseguido, toda vez que tentava Louis ficava sabendo, e era o de olhos azuis mesmo que resolvia. O que quase sempre acontecia, quem ficava responsável por quase todas as atividades do grupo era Pierre e Théo.
Louis ficava com a parte de acerto de contas, Pierre lhe enviava os nomes dos devedores, ou daqueles que compravam grandes quantidades pra repassar pra máfias inimigas, porém Louis gostava do que vinha depois. Gostava de torturar as pessoas que achavam que eram mais inteligentes que ele, gostava de ver o medo nos olhos deles quando eram colocadas no galpão.
Louis gostava de que as pessoas soubessem com quem estavam se metendo.
O nome de Antoine brilhou na tela do celular de Louis e ele rapidamente atendeu, estava impaciente.
─ Antoine, conseguiu encontrar a carga? ─ ele disparou depressa assim que atendeu.
─ Louis, já fiz de tudo, já liguei pro Lucien, já rastreei a placa do caminhão, já vi todas as câmeras das rodovias e nada. ─ ele bufou como se não encontrasse mais nada pra fazer.
Louis passou a mão sobre seus cabelos e logo em seguida pegou seu maço de cigarro no bolso, acendendo um.
─ Cara, eu não posso perder a porra dessa carga, eu tenho que encontrar quem foi o filha da puta que desviou minha carga. ─ ele soltou a nicotina de seus pulmões. ─ E quando eu encontrar eu mesmo mato ele. Antoine não para de tentar, eu vou resolver isso.
O homem do outro lado só concordou e desligou.
Louis procurou em seus contatos o número de Lucien, ele quem transportava a carga, tinha que atender Louis. Tomlinson sabia que na maioria das vezes em que uma carga era desviada do seu real destino, a quadrilha inimiga só atendia a ligação do chefão, e bem Louis era esse chefão agora.
Ele clicou sobre o contato de seu capi e escutou a chamada se iniciar. Tocou uma, duas, três e até quatro vezes antes que ela fosse recusada. Louis franziu as sobrancelhas antes de tornar a ligar. Tocou uma, duas, três, quatro e na quinta chamada ele atendeu.
─ Alô? ─ Louis perguntou.
Um chiado alto podia ser escutado no fundo, várias vozes podiam ser ouvidas também.
─ Lucien? ─ ele tentou mais uma vez.
─ Calem a porra da boca seus vagabundos. ─ Louis reconheceu a voz áspera e velha. ─ Até que enfim Louis, achei que não fosse ligar.
Louis deixou uma gargalhada sarcástica entrar pelo microfone do seu celular.
─ Você tá fudido você sabe, não é? ─ ele sugou mais uma vez a nicotina de seu cigarro.
─ Estou morrendo de medo Louis, realmente, estou até tremendo ─ a voz rude o dava nojo e repulsa, Louis queria cuspir na cara dele.
Louis se levantou de sua cadeira e olhou pelo vidro de sua janela, o sorriso maléfico começava a surgir no canto de sua boca.
─ Des, eu espero do fundo do meu coração que você tenha aproveitado sua vida até o dia de hoje, porque dele você não passa. ─ Louis sentia seu sangue borbulhar. ─ E você não passa porque eu mesmo vou matar você, seu filho da puta.
A risada de deboche soou do outro lado, foi a última coisa que Louis escutou antes de desligar.
Era óbvio que Styles estava por trás disso tudo, ele estava passando uns dias na cidade vizinha, provavelmente já havia pensado em tudo para que pudesse desviar a carga de Louis.
Ainda no escritório com o telefone na mão, abriu o grupo de mensagens que tinha com Pierre, Théo e Antoine e começou a digitar:
“Foi o filho da puta do Styles que pegou minha carga, comecem a rastrear o celular dele e dos capangas, quero todos os envolvidos nessa cachorrada no galpão, cuidem disso pra mim”
“Estarei ocupado até perto da meia noite, depois encontro com vocês no galpão. Não matem o filho da puta, eu quero fazer isso.”
Louis deixou seu celular sobre a mesa e pegou o reserva que só recebia chamadas, o colocou em seu bolso e antes de sair do escritório bebeu mais uma dose de whisky.
O magnata saiu em direção ao seu quarto, pelo caminho já começou a retirar seu terno azul escuro junto de sua gravata. Chegou em seu quarto e jogou tudo sobre a cama.
Em seu closet vestiu sua calça social preta com seu cinto da mesma cor, os sapatos brilhantes, sua camisa de botões também preta, e por cima somente um terninho. Abriu a gaveta que tinha seus revólveres e puxou o mais novo dentre todos os outros, era brilhante e reluzia contra a luz amarelada do cômodo, Louis prendeu em sua cintura e mais uma vez na mesma gaveta retirou sua faca, assim como seu revólver ela também reluzia, sua lâmina era em um preto fosco com alguns detalhes enfeitando-a, alguns desses decoravam o cabo dela. Ele a prendeu no protetor e colocou na sua cintura, no lado oposto ao da arma.
Saiu do closet e seguiu até sua mesa de cabeceira, de lá pegou suas luvas de couro, estavam novas e limpas -pelo menos até agora- pegou também a touca preta que fazia algum tempo que não usava. Louis desceu depressa de seu quarto pegou a chave de sua Bugatti Centodieci e saiu em direção a ela na garagem, assim que entrou a primeira coisa que fez foi desativar o rastreio no aparelho que tinha em seu bolso.
Se Des queria conhecer Louis de verdade, agora ele conheceria. E se ele queria jogar, Louis ganharia.
Tomlinson sabia exatamente o que faria enquanto dirigia pela rodovia vazia e comprida, suas mãos apertavam o volante conforme ele se aproximava de seu real destino, seu coração bombardeava sangue mais rápido por todo seu corpo o deixando nervoso, o porquê disso e de toda essa reação ele não sabia, estava acostumado a fazer isso e hoje não seria diferente.
O automóvel entrou na pequena estrada de terra que ficava do lado direito da rodovia, as arvores cercavam o carro de Louis e o sol que já se punha ao fim do horizonte iluminava seus cabelos castanhos. A poeira subia conforme Louis acelerava pelo caminho.
Foram somente mais três minutos até que ele avistasse a casa grande que ficava escondida no fim da estrada, o sol reluzia nas janelas grandes da mesma forma que iluminava as gigantes arvores que cercavam o casarão. Louis sabia exatamente o porque da casa ser tão escondida e cercada de arvores gigantes, Des gostava de se esconder pelas merdas que fazia.
Louis desligou o carro em uma distância boa da casa, vestiu a touca preta que cobria seus cabelos, sua boca, e deixava somente seus olhos azuis de fora, suas luvas também foram postas em seus dedos, antes de descer do carro certificou de pegar o saco de renderização e um pano que estava ali. visualizou o horário em seu celular. 18:25, ele suspirou e saiu deixando o carro sem trancar.
Se aproximou do portão preto da casa e viu um dos capangas de Des vestindo terno e com uma postura invejável, ali Louis teve a resposta que queria, a casa não estava vazia. Louis se abaixou e mirou a ponta do revólver na cabeça do homem, não esperou nem mais um minuto antes de destravar e puxar o gatilho, acertando o tiro diretamente na testa dele.
O corpo caiu no chão e Louis foi rápido em se aproximar para verificar os batimentos do homem, que já não existiam mais. Louis pulou o corpo entrando assim na casa de Des, o jardim vasto e verde na frente da casa estava vazio e Louis suspeitou que somente a pessoa pela qual ele procurava estava ali, afinal ninguém se preocupou com o barulho do tiro.
Tomlinson começou a andar devagar pelo jardim, a porta da frente estava fechada, mas não trancada, Louis só precisou a forçar para baixo que conseguiu entrar. Seus olhos analisaram a sala que também estava vazia, a cozinha estava da mesma maneira, Louis subiu as escadas da casa em silêncio, não queria assustar sua vítima.
O quarto estava com a porta aberta, mas assim como os cômodos debaixo também estava vazio, no entanto Louis entrou no cômodo, as paredes em uma cor de creme, a cama de casal estava com o cortinado em um véu fino, o colchão estava repleto de almofadas rosinhas, assim como um ursinho.
Louis foi até a janela do quarto, o vidro fechado dava vista para parte traseira da casa, a piscina de cor azul clarinha já era coberta pela sombra, as espreguiçadeiras estavam postas nos pisos em volta da piscina e foi ali que Louis a viu. Um livro estava nas mãos dela, Tomlinson não podia ver muito da garota, mas o que podia enxergar já o deixava ansioso.
Sabendo exatamente para onde ir, ele desceu as escadas da casa depressa e seguiu pela cozinha, a porta dos fundos estava aberta e Louis soube que era por ali que ela havia saído. Ele diminuiu a força que colocava em seus pés e a velocidade de seus passos, segurou a arma em sua mão, estava travada, nunca faria mal algum para aquela coisinha de cachos.
Se aproximou de forma lenta da cadeira e pôde ver as mãos segurando o livro, as unhas estavam pintadas de preto, Louis lentamente parou atrás da menina e se abaixou devagar, pode sentir o cheirinho gostoso que vinha da pele dela assim como dos cachos que estavam cheirando a baunilha. Ela estava tão entretida no livro que nem mesmo notou a presença atrás dela.
Lentamente Louis levou o cano do revolver até a cabeça dela, sentiu quando ela abaixou o livro e tentou se virar, mas Louis foi mais rápido em colocar uma de suas mãos na boca dela, sua luva preta cobria toda a boquinha rosa e agora ele podia ver de canto os olhos verdes arregalados, os cílios batiam na maçã do rosto dela. Ele escutou a respiração começar a ficar falha e desregulada e o corpo querer começar a reagir.
─ Shh...Não se mexe, não vou te machucar ─ Louis garantiu. ─ Não faz nenhuma gracinha e fica bem quietinha, tá me entendendo?
A menina assustada apenas balançou a cabeça de maneira rápida indicando que ficaria quieta.
─ Levanta daí ─ ele continuou com a arma na cabeça dela enquanto ainda mantinha a boca da garota fechada.
Ela o obedeceu e fez o que ele pediu, parando em frente a ele, de costas. Em seu corpo tudo o que tinha era um vestido minúsculo de cor creme com cerejas espalhadas por ele todo, os cachos estavam meio presos e meio soltos pelos ombros a tornando ainda mais angelical.
Louis tirou a mão da boca dela pra puxar o pano que estava em seu bolso.
— P-porque tá fazendo isso c-comigo? P-pega o q-que quiser e m-me deixa — a voz era chorosa e fazia Louis querer desistir.
— Eu quero você boneca. — Louis respondeu simples — E se eu não me esqueça mandei você ficar quietinha.
A menina abaixou a cabeça colocando a mão em frente ao corpo. Ela sabia que seu pai fazia coisas erradas por isso nunca se envolvia em absolutamente nada das coisas sujas com medo de acontecer exatamente isso que estava acontecendo agora, neste exato momento.
E ela também sabia que seu pai não se importaria se fosse preciso da ajuda dele pra tê-la de volta.
Louis passou o pano pela boca dela, prendendo-o na nuca, não tão forte mas forte o suficiente para impedir que ela falasse qualquer coisa. Com suas mãos calejadas Louis virou a menina de frente pra si, os olhos verdes dela brilhavam em lágrimas, algumas já escorriam pelas bochechas branquinhas, Louis levou suas mãos até elas limpando o rosto delicado com suas luvas.
— Não chora boneca, eu não vou te machucar — ele garantiu mais uma vez a ela.
Ela ainda tinha os olhos chorosos quando Louis tirou o saco de seu bolso, ele levantou até em frente aos olhos dela, esses que se espantaram na hora.
— Vou colocar em você e você vai ficar quieta, pode ser? — Harry assustada só chacoalhou a cabeça.
Louis vestiu o pano na cabeça dela e a abertura embaixo não impedia que ela respirasse. Dessa maneira Louis começou a guiá-la para dentro da casa, ele passeou com o corpo a guiando como uma marionete. Ela andava em passos lentos pela sala de sua casa e em seguida era guiada a porta de entrada.
Louis andava logo atrás dela, ele mantinha sua mão nas duas da garota, que estavam nas costas da mesma, ele estava sempre verificando aos redores, afinal não sabia o que poderia vir dali. Assim que chegou no carro, a colocou no banco traseiro.
— Tente qualquer coisa, faça uma graça, que eu acabo com você. — sua voz era grossa e intimidante.
Ele fechou a porta com uma força calculada pra que fizesse o corpo dela pular no banco. Assim que ele entrou no carro pegou o celular de seu bolso e começou a digitar o número de Des, sabia que seus homens ainda não tinham o capturado.
— Alô? Quem é? — a voz deixava Louis enojado.
— Chore pro seu pai ter dó de você, chore, quem sabe assim ele não vem te libertar — Louis falou a garota e levou o celular até a boca de Harry.
Murmúrios saíam da boca dela, o pano impedia que qualquer palavra saísse dali. Louis sentia pena de Harry, não queria machucá-la de verdade e não estava, era apenas chantagem ao próprio pai.
— Harry? — ele perguntou desconfiado — Quem é que está fazendo essa brincadeirinha ein?
Louis sorriu maléfico.
— Quer sua filhinha de volta, Styles? — Louis sorria por debaixo da máscara — Devolva a porra da minha carga.
Tomlinson escutou o exato momento em que a gargalhada cortou o silêncio do carro.
— Acha mesmo que eu me importo com essa daí? Pode levá-la, não vai me fazer falta alguma — as palavras eram bruscas e deixavam o carro com um clima desconfortável. — Leve-a para onde quiser, não me importo.
— Espèce de fils de pute inutile.
(Seu filho da puta inútil)
Louis deligou o telefone com raiva, seu sangue borbulhava em suas veias tanto por sua carga tanto pela maneira como Des havia falado de Harry. Essa que estava no banco de trás soltando pequenos soluços.
— Pare de chorar. — ele mandou.
Tomlinson não podia ser coração mole, pelo menos não agora, apesar de seu coração doer por saber que Des tratava Harry, uma garota tão doce e angelical dessa forma.
Louis conhecia Harry desde que a menina tinha completado seus 15 anos, se lembra da festança que o pai tinha dado a ela, o falso tratamento enquanto estava no meio de todos, a chamando de filha, dizendo no meio de todo mundo o quanto a amava e o quanto a de olhos verdes era importante. Desde então Louis nunca mais havia visto a menina pessoalmente, mas estava sempre entrando nas redes socias dela vendo cada publicação que fazia.
Seja dos cachos, da piscina, do sol que batia na janela dela, dos biquínis novos que comprava e até mesmo dos livros que decoravam a prateleira dela. Apesar de não ter um pai presente e do jeito que merecia, tinha tudo o que queria.
Louis viu seu celular vibrar no banco e mesmo com a tela bloqueada pôde ler a mensagem de Théo. “Pegamos o filho da puta e os capangas de merda, a carga já está com a gente”
Louis sorriu, mas ainda tinha mais uma coisa que precisava fazer antes de acabar com a vida dele.
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Tomlinson estacionou o carro na garagem de sua casa e ativou o sistema de rastreio. A viagem havia sido feita em completo silêncio, Louis até achava que a garota havia dormido, no entanto quando abriu a porta traseira e encostou no braço dela viu que ela estava mais acordada do que nunca.
Louis agora já estava sem máscara, sabia que provavelmente Harry também já soubesse que era ele quem estava ali. Suas mãos puxaram o saco da cabeça da menina, liberando o rosto pálido.
Que não estava tão pálido assim, já que as bochechas estavam vermelhas de tanto chorar e os olhos inchados. Tomlinson levou as mãos até as bochechas limpando as lágrimas, ele deixou um beijo sobre a bochecha gelada e salgada dela antes de a guiar pra dentro de sua própria casa.
Os olhos verdes estavam atentos, olhavam em volta e brilhavam a cada pequena coisa que via. Louis a colocou no sofá e passou a mão nos cachos os afagando. Seu rosto estava suave e não passava medo algum a Harry, ela também já o conhecia o suficiente.
Louis se sentou sobre a mesa retangular que ficava no centro de sua sala e pegou o seu celular que havia deixado ali mesmo. Ele certificou de Harry olhasse exatamente pra ele e tirou uma foto. Fez questão de compartilhá-la com Des, pra que soubesse que sua filhinha de agora em diante, seria dele.
Tomlinson jogou o celular no sofá e foi até seu barzinho, despejou uma dose de whisky, se sentou de maneira despojada na poltrona e bebericou o líquido, ele desceu rasgando sua garganta, tanto que fez Louis fechar os olhos e jogar a cabeça pra trás.
Nesse exato momento, Harry se levantou do sofá e começou a correr, Louis imediatamente abriu os olhos e viu a menina indo em direção a cozinha, o mais velho deixou o copo na estante e correu atrás da menina.
Ela tentava impacientemente abrir a porta dos fundos, porém viu quando Louis chegou na cozinha e não teve outra escolha a não ser puxar uma das facas que estavam sobre a bancada da cozinha. Ela segurava a faca com as duas mãos apontando diretamente pra Louis que estava a poucos metros dela.
Esse que arqueou as sobrancelhas e sorriu sádico.
— Huh, quer dizer então que vai me machucar? — Louis lentamente levou a mão até o revólver em sua cintura — Tsc tsc, vai ser uma tentativa falha petit, eu gosto da dor sabia? Principalmente se ela for causada por garotinhas burras e ingênuas como você.
(pequena)
Harry tinha os olhos atentos em Louis, mas não o bastante pra perceber quando ele chegou perto o suficiente e tirou a faca da mão dela. Ele foi rápido em jogar a faca na pia e puxar a menina contra si.
Sua mão puxou o revólver e levou até a cabeça dela, não iria atirar, mas puxou o gatilho apenas pra sentir a respiração desregulada dela.
— Você é mesmo desobediente, hm? Disse pra você ficar quietinha e não tentar nada. Bonequinha burra.
Ele a levou de volta pra sala e a sentou no mesmo lugar, porém tirou o pano da boca dela somente pra amarrar os pulsos dela. Ainda com a arma em mãos pegou seu celular e dessa vez começou a gravar.
— Des, você é realmente um péssimo pai, não ensinou nem mesmo o básico da obediência à sua filha. Uma garotinha tão burra e desobediente. — Ele gravava o rosto da garota com a revólver apontado na cabeça dela.
No entanto os olhos de Harry não transmitiam medo, tinham um brilho aceso, um brilho quente, um brilho ardente.
“Será que sou eu quem vou ter que ensiná-la a ser uma boa garota Des? Por que eu acho que nem você vai ter tempo de ensiná-la né? Porquê agora você não fala nada boneca? É só quando está comigo que é desobediente?”
A menina nada dizia. Tomlinson encerrou o vídeo e enviou mais uma vez a Des, sabendo que seus homens mostrariam a ele. Louis segurou seu celular nas mãos e pegou seu copo de whisky novamente, bebericou a tempo de ver que a mensagem havia sido respondida.
Era uma mensagem de voz.
“Ela sempre foi uma menina burra. Uma garotinha estúpida que nunca obedecia ao próprio pai, uma completa mimada. Não sei como ainda está com ela, esta garota não vale nada, fico até mesmo surpreso que tenha pego ela e não meus pertences caros.”
Tudo o que Louis sentia era nojo escutando a voz rude de Des na mensagem, Harry no entanto tinha uma pequena lágrima no canto da bochecha.
Louis chegou perto da garota e como já havia feito duas vezes, secou mais uma vez a gota salgada. Se sentou em frente a ela na mesa de centro, os lábios estavam tão vermelhos por terem ficado presos por tanto tempo.
O mais velho bebericava da bebida alcoólica enquanto observava o modo inquieto de Harry.
— Porque eu? — ela perguntou baixo.
Louis limpou o canto de seus lábios e rodou a boca do copo. Ele arqueou as sobrancelhas antes de respirar fundo e responder a pergunta.
— Porque diferente do seu pai, sei que você não é uma garota burra. Você pensa em exatamente tudo o que vai fazer, sabe das consequências de seus atos.
Ela ergueu os olhos, mais uma vez aquele brilho se apossava das íris esverdeadas e porra, aquilo só aumentava a vontade de Louis de afundar sua língua na boca dela.
— E o que te faz pensar isso sobre mim? — ela perguntou erguendo uma das sobrancelhas.
Louis sorriu ladino.
— Porque eu sei que você não correu pra cozinha na intenção de fugir, mas sim na intenção de me irritar pra te tratar com brutalidade. — ele bebericou enquanto via a garota vacilar. — Porque você gosta de chamar atenção, gosta de ser uma boneca pidona, gosta de implorar com esses olhos verdes.
Ela lambeu os lábios e manteve seus olhos em Louis, ela mexia os dedos e chacoalhava a perna deixando claro sua impaciência. Louis virou a bebida em sua boca e se levantou ficando em frente a ela no sofá.
Suas mãos escorregaram até os cachos dela, afagaram sua cabeça em um carinho lento, ele jura que quase a ouviu ronronar e roçar o rosto em sua perna como uma gatinha manhosa. No instante seguinte ele puxou os cachos dela pra trás com força, a assustando.
— Tá vendo? É só te dar o que você quer que você se torna uma boneca manipulável. — ele levou a outra mão até a bochecha dela, passeando com a luva de couro ali na pele lisa.
Ela tinha os olhos atentos nos azuis de Louis, eles não demonstravam os reais sentimentos dela, porque Louis via ela apertando os dedos da mão de forma impaciente.
— Sabe, vou ter que concordar com seu pai pelo menos em uma coisa — ele disse de maneira lenta ainda fazendo carinho no rosto dela — Exatamente na parte onde ele diz que você é uma garotinha completamente mimada. Por que é o que você é não é Harry? Uma boneca mimada, que adora ter tudo o que quer, na hora que quer, não é? Hm?
Os olhos dela brilhavam, brilhavam como uma das estrelas que pintavam o céu naquela noite. Assim como havia puxado os cachos de maneira rápida também os soltou da mesma forma.
Ele lentamente voltou até sua poltrona e se sentou, uma perna pra cada lado, completamente com as pernas abertas, as mãos com as luvas dançavam por sua coxa. Louis tirou um maço de cigarro de seu bolso enquanto ainda era assistido por olhos verdes flamejantes, levou até seus lábios e acendeu, a chama alaranjada iluminando seus olhos azuis.
O celular de Louis vibrou em cima da mesa, era uma chamada de Des, Tomlinson ficava espantando em como o homem ainda tinha coragem de o ligar. De qualquer maneira o magnata atendeu.
— Chefe, ele insiste em pedir pra ligar — era Pierre.
— Deixe esse nojento falar logo, tenho mais o que fazer. — Louis disse impaciente.
Escutou de forma abafada Pierre pedir para que ele falasse logo.
— Você é mesmo um idiota né Louis? — Tomlinson sabia o que vinha pela frente, será que a até o último minuto de sua vida ele continuaria a insultar a própria filha? — Tinha milhões guardado no meu cofre, tinham carros que valiam bem mais do que essa garotinha aí e você resolveu a pegá-la? Você podia ter pego qualquer revólver que quisesse no quarto ao lado dela, qualquer coisa Louis, mas voc�� quis essa menininha estúpida.
Louis tinha um sorriso em seu rosto, somente escutava as coisas nojentas que Des falava sobre a filha enquanto essa estava de cabeça baixa no sofá.
— Você é mesmo um nojento, né Des? Eu sei que está falando tudo isso porque na verdade está com ciúmes da sua filhinha, porque agora ela é minha, agora eu vou cuidar dela e mimar ela do jeito que você poderia ter feito, mas foi um pai tão nojento e inútil que nem isso você consegue.
Enquanto Louis falava dessa maneira de Harry ele via os olhos dela brilhando, brilhando e borbulhando em lágrimas. Louis a chamou, suas mãos batiam lentamente em sua coxa, em um convite mudo e silencioso pra que viesse até ali.
— Vem aqui boneca, ajoelha aqui no meio das minhas pernas. — ele disse baixo, em um pedido que foi rapidamente obedecido. — Sinto muito Des que você tenha sido tão inútil como pai e como o chefe de uma máfia também.
Sem mais nem menos Louis desligou a chamada, deixando a sala em silêncio. Ele sugou a nicotina pra dentro de seus pulmões e sorriu pra Harry. Essa que estava ajoelhada no meio de suas pernas com uma cara pidona, os olhos piedosos faziam Louis querer se afundar nela.
— Seu pai é tão mal com você não é, minha boneca? — ela balançou a cabeça esfregando sua bochecha na coxa dele enquanto sentia ele afagar sua pele. — Ele é tão doente, mas sabe de uma coisa?
Ele viu os olhos de Harry voltarem pra si e brilharem. Ela levantou as sobrancelhas em uma resposta muda.
— Je peux être ton papa, posso ser o papai que você quer. — ele puxou o cigarro em sua boca mais uma vez soltando a fumaça no rosto dela.
(Eu posso ser seu papai)
— P-pode Lou? — ela perguntou com uma inocência forçada, uma que ele sabia que não existia naquele corpo.
Louis acariciou a bochecha dela.
— Posso, bonequinha. Você só precisa implorar. — ele falou simples passando o dedão sobre o lábio dela — Implora pra mim, implora pra que eu seja seu papai e te use como você merece, implora pra mim com essa boquinha rosa.
Nesse momento a luva de Louis estava jogada sobre a mesa de centro da sala. Harry mais uma vez borbulhou os olhos em lágrimas e fez um bico pidão, as sobrancelhas repuxadas.
— P-por favor, Louis. Eu quero tanto que você seja meu papai, que você me trate como sua bonequinha e me deixe ser totalmente sua. E-eu prometo ser uma boa garota, prometo ser uma boneca boa pro meu papai usar. Por favor.
Louis sorriu ladino, com uma mão segurou a faca que tinha em sua cintura e forçou a lâmina no pescoço dela enquanto a outra mão se apossava dos cachos. Os olhos da garota transmitiam o brilho da luxúria.
— Você é tão manipulável amor. — ele raspou os lábios no dela — Vraiment une petite poupée gâtée et stupide.
(Verdadeiramente uma bonequinha mimada e estúpida.)
Louis a levantou do chão pelos cabelos, segurava forte os fios cacheados, a trouxe para seu colo, sentando a bunda dela em sua coxa. Sua mão ainda mantinha a faca no pescoço dela, a outra agora afagava a cintura.
─ Não tem medo boneca? ─ ela franziu as sobrancelhas como se perguntasse o porquê ─ Medo de morrer exatamente aqui no meu colo, é só eu forçar um pouquinho mais essa faca que você vai ter uma morte linda aqui na minha frente.
Ela sorriu ladino e lentamente se aproximou do ouvido dele.
─ Não tenho medo papai. Não tenho por que sei que você não faria, você está sedento por mim da mesma forma que eu estou sedenta por você.
Louis desceu a faca brilhante pelo pescoço dela, a pontinha deixava uma linha vermelha no corpo belo, ele passeou por entre os seios e em seguida subiu até a alça fina, ele observou os olhos de Harry, estavam ansiosos e Louis poderia gravá-los só para que pudesse guardar essa imagem pra sempre.
O magnata enfiou a faca por debaixo da fitinha e lentamente puxou a arma branca pra cima cortando a fita delicada do vestido dela, o tecido que cobria seus seios caiu pra frente mostrando a pontinha do montinho de carne, da mesma maneira que havia feito Louis passeou com a faca no corpo dela e seguiu até a outra fitinha estourando-a também.
Com as duas estouradas ele conseguia ter a imagem perfeita dos peitinhos, os biquinhos amarronzados e durinhos, a aréola só um pouco mais escura que os biquinhos contrastavam com a cor clara e lisa de sua pele. Ela sorriu quando viu Louis ficar encantado ao ponto de permanecer olhando por vários segundos.
─ Si tu as si soif, ma petite poupée, montre-moi. ─ a voz ficava ainda mais grossa quando pronunciava o francês com um sotaque puxado.
(Se está tão sedenta assim minha bonequinha, me mostra)
Harry imediatamente levou suas mãos até a nuca de Louis, seus dedos enroscaram nos cabelos castanhos dali e puxaram pra trás, a cabeça de Louis tombou e Styles conseguiu o momento perfeito pra colocar uma perna de cada lado da cintura de Louis e em seguida grudar os lábios no do chefão.
Tinha sabor de whisky com nicotina, era uma mistura deliciosa, diferente de todas as outras que Styles já havia provado em sua vida, mas já se tornara sua favorita pois estava no topo de sua lista de sabores prediletos. Ela afundou sua língua na boca do magnata demonstrando ali toda a vontade que tinha dele.
Louis, no entanto, segurava possessivamente a bunda de Harry em seu colo, completamente entregue ao beijo gostoso, Harry era a personificação de perdição e perfeição, os lábios eram tão macios, a língua tão estupidamente molhada e gostosa de sentir contra a sua, Tomlinson poderia passar o resto de sua vida se afundando na boca de Harry.
O magnata puxou o lábio inferior da menina o chupando de maneira lenta pra dentro de sua boca, a provocando da mesma forma que ela fazia rebolando os quadris lentamente sobre o caralho duro dele. Os dentes branquinhos de Louis seguravam o lábio de Harry dentro de sua boca enquanto sentia as investidas gostosas que ela dava em seu colo.
─ Putinha gostosa do papai ─ ele estalou um tapa na bunda dela, que foi muito bem recebido por um gemido alto e manhoso.
Louis investiu o quadril pra cima empurrando seu caralho na bunda de Harry, ela como uma cadela necessitada gemia exageradamente alto enquanto empurrava sua bunda contra as estocadas dele.
A menina em seu colo mais uma vez puxou os cabelos de sua nuca e tombou a cabeça dele, o pescoço com diversos pelinhos ralos da barba cheiravam a um perfume forte e másculo, ela esfregou a língua ali, dançando sobre a pele cheirosa. Louis, fechava os olhos e gemia manhoso sentindo a língua quente de Harry lhe lamber.
Ela mordeu fraquinho causando um arrepio na pele do magnata e em seguida sugou pra dentro de sua boca, deixando a marquinha roxa que ela adorava deixar. Ela suspirou alto quando Louis apertou a pele da cintura tão forte que provavelmente ficaria a marca de seus dedos.
Ela controlava o prazer do magnata somente chupando o pescoço dele, ela o tinha na palma da mão. Pelo menos era o que ela pensava. No segundo seguinte Louis a virou na poltrona, o corpo de Tomlinson pressionando o seu, as pernas esbeltas enroladas na cintura dele enquanto o pau se esfregava na calcinha rosinha dela.
Ele desceu sua boca até o pescoço de Harry, deixou mordidas fortes ali, diversas marcas ficavam evidentes na pele clara e delicada dela, mas seu alvo mesmo era o peitinho gostoso que estava descoberto. Ele formou um bico em sua boca deixando somente um pequeno buraquinho pra que o filete de saliva saísse por ali e caísse diretamente no biquinho dela.
Seus dígitos foram rápidos em esfregar a saliva com uma força arranjada causando arrepios e no fundinho uma dor que deixava Harry ainda mais sedenta. Sem mais esperar mamou o montinho de carne, sugava com tanta maestria que suas bochechas formavam vincos.
A menina abaixo de si se contorcia, os olhos estavam fechados com força enquanto a boca estava aberta em um O bonito, os dedos estavam como sempre nos emaranhados de cabelos empurrando a cabeça dele contra o próprio peito.
— P-papai você me mama tão bem — ela gemeu alto na sala.
Louis mordiscou o biquinho e o puxou arrepiando-a. Seus lábios foram rápidos quando passaram pro outro seio, a língua rodopiava no biquinho, o molhando e deixando-o babado de saliva. Enquanto chupava, sua mão lentamente subiu até a boca de Harry, o dedo médio e o anelar entrou rapidamente na boquinha molhada.
Ela imediatamente começou uma sucção gostosa, exatamente como ele fazia em seu peitinho, ela sugava com tanta vontade e dedicação que Louis gemia abafado no seio. Os dois eram uma bagunça de saliva sem nem terem começado ainda. Ele desgrudou a boca do peitinho dela e a olhou, os olhos verdes eram piedosos e a boca rosa estava cheia com seus dedos.
— Tá bom poupée, agora puxa sua calcinha de lado pro papai, puxa — Harry gemeu pela maneira suja que o magnata a tratava.
(boneca)
Ela levou os dedos rapidamente a sua calcinha a puxando de lado, Louis agora estava ajoelhado no chão, deslumbrando da imagem absurda que era ter Harry com as pernas abertas diante de si, Louis jurou que poderia morrer ali mesmo.
A bocetinha da menina era uma perdição, os lábios eram gordinhos, mas não o suficiente para esconderem o grelinho, que era tão delicado, os pelos ralos que ela tinha na região contrastavam com a pele rósea. Louis levou os dedos que a minutos estavam na boca de Harry e os esfregou no grelinho.
Ela tremeu na poltrona, Louis a julgou tão sensível, ele nem havia a tocado direito e ela tinha sentido tanto. Ele desceu os dígitos os molhando com o próprio melzinho, eles brilhavam contra a luz da sala, os dedos subiram e mais uma vez massagearam o clitóris dela, dessa vez ela gemeu.
O magnata começou a masturbar a bocetinha dela, ora forte ora mais fraco, mas na mesma intensidade, era tão gostoso ver a garota se contorcendo na poltrona enquanto apertava os peitinhos em procura de alívio de seu prazer. Louis estava deslumbrado com a imagem de Harry tão entregue pra si, tanto que ele não esperou nem mais um segundo pra afundar sua boca na boceta molhada dela.
Sua língua foi rápida em se esfregar no grelinho, fazendo o trabalho que seus dedos faziam antes, esses, no entanto desceram até a entradinha brincando com o mel que escorria de forma abundante. Ele chupou o clitóris pra dentro de sua boca e esfregou a língua por ele todo, era tão gostoso ter ela em sua língua, provar do seu melzinho e saborear de uma buceta tão gostosa como a dela.
— Buceta gostosa que a putinha do papai tem — ele estapeou o grelinho dela, fazendo-a tremelicar — Ma chatte préférée.
(Minha buceta predileta)
Os olhos dela brilharam como estrelas. — Se é sua predileta papai, por que ainda está falando e não está com a boca nela?
Louis arqueou as sobrancelhas e sorriu sacana com a audácia da menina.
— Vadia minha.
No segundo seguinte ele tinha a buceta dela em sua boca. A língua explorava todos os cantos, subia, descia, rodava e até mesmo esfregava sobre a entradinha apertada. Ele deixou sua atenção toda no grelinho enquanto levava seu dedo indicador até a entrada, esfregou o dígito ali e sentiu ela se contrair, ele sorriu enquanto a chupava.
Continuou a esfregar seu dedo ali até que de tão necessitada a própria entrada da boceta de Harry o engoliu. Ela se contorceu na poltrona, as costas se arquearam e ela apertou a cabeça dele contra sua buceta, sentia de forma tão gostosa ele lhe chupar que sentia-se nas nuvens.
Tomlinson começou a movimentar os dedos em um vai e vem rápido, os barulhos molhados se espalhavam na sala e deixavam os dois ali presentes fora de órbita. Louis sabia como chupar uma buceta com maestria. Ele mamava o grelinho dela e curvava seus dedos dentro da bucetinha de uma forma absurdamente pornográfica.
Harry gritava tanto na sala que Louis tinha vontade de mostrar pra todos o quanto sua boneca era gostosa e barulhenta. Ele subiu seus lábios pela barriga dela, abocanhando o seio novamente. Ele a faria gozar mamando em seu peitinho.
Puxou o biquinho por entre seus dentes e no mesmo instante empurrou seus dois dígitos no buraquinho molhado dela. As costas se curvaram fazendo com que o peitinho entrasse ainda mais na boca dele, Louis se sentia no céu, seus dedos eram abrigados de forma acolhedora na buceta dela e sua boca era recheada pelo peitinho. Tudo o que ele sempre sonhou estava acontecendo exatamente ali, na sua sala.
Os olhos de Harry estavam fechados fortemente formando ruguinhas nos cantos, a boca vermelha por estar a tempo sendo mordida e as sobrancelhas sempre franzidas. Louis babou no peito dela e puxou seus dedos da buceta, quando ele enfiou o seio em sua boca novamente meteu os dedos fortemente, o corpo da garota solavancou na poltrona e ela deixou um grito alto sair de seus lábios.
─ Tão absurdamente molhada e barulhenta boneca ─ Louis soprou o biquinho a arrepiando.
─ C-continua por favor papai, e-eu vou gozar.
Louis sorriu e no mesmo instante começou a chacoalhar os dedos dentro de Harry, o barulho molhado se intensificou e conseguiu ser mais alto do que os gemidos manhosos que ela soltava conforme apertava sua bucetinha nos dedos dele. Tomlinson sentiu quando ela gozou sobre seus dedos, o corpo inteiro tremeu e um grito fino saiu da boca dela, mas o que mais o deixou encantado foram os olhos vermelhos do choro, ela chorava enquanto gozava, chorava tendo seu orgasmo nos dedos do magnata.
─ Porra. tu es magnifique ─ Louis estava honestamente encantado
(você é magnifica)
Seu pau explodia dentro da calça, uma mancha escura já era possível de ser vista conforme ele se levantou do chão, suas mãos foram rápidas em tirar o cinto e desabotoar a braguilha da calça social. Ele puxou seu caralho de dentro da calça, pingava e brilhava contra a luz, Harry sentia sua boca salivando na poltrona.
O magnata se aproximou dela e ela logo levou as mãos até o cacete dele, obviamente foi repreendida por Louis que bateu forte em seu rosto.
─ Vagabunda. É tão necessitada assim que precisa sempre tocar um pau quando vê? Você esqueceu que eu sou seu papai e eu decido o que devo fazer com você? Hm? ─ ele passeava com o polegar sobre o lábio dela.
Ela olhava de forma piedosa a Louis, os olhos brilhavam com as lágrimas recentes. ─ Desculpa papai.
─ É claro que eu desculpo petit poupée. Agora abre essa boquinha e coloca essa língua pra fora pro papai te engasgar com o caralho, abre?
(bonequinha)
A menina rapidamente colocou a língua pra fora e abriu a boca, como uma garota obediente obedecia a seu papai. Louis segurou seu caralho pela base e com a cabecinha escorrendo pré-porra ele esfregou na língua dela, antes de enfiá-lo na boca deixou duas batidinhas na bochecha a sujando do líquido transparente, Harry adorava ser tratada de tal maneira que até fechava os olhos recebendo tudo de bom grado.
Louis não esperou mais nem um segundo e enfiou seu cacete na boca dela, a cabecinha alcançou a garganta fazendo-a engasgar-se e soltar uma quantia absurda de baba sobre seu cacete. Ele punhetou seu pau com a saliva que Harry cuspiu e chacoalhou a cabeça em negação.
— É uma vadia tão necessitada, mas não aguenta meu caralho? Tsc Tsc que boneca burra.
Ele continuou a punhetar o pau e viu Harry choramingar, os lábios tremiam e os olhos lacrimejavam absurdamente, ela chorava, mas dessa vez era de desespero por ter sido ruim pra Louis.
— P-papai desculpa, prometo ser boa pro senhor, tenta de novo, fode minha boquinha. — a voz era tão baixa e manhosa.
Louis afagou os cachos e segurou no pescoço dela, ele se abaixou e raspou os lábios antes de sussurrar: — ma sale chienne.
(minha cadela suja)
Ele se levantou e manteve a mão no pescoço dela, ele guiou seu pau até a boca rosada e estocou devagar, a língua era tão absurdamente quente e a boca abrigava seu pau tão bem que Louis poderia passar o restante de sua vida enterrado na boca de Harry.
O magnata movia o quadril de maneira lenta, as estocadas certeiras deixavam Harry sedenta por mais, ela queria mais, queria o pau surrando na sua garganta, queria os olhos borbulhando em lágrimas, queria a boca ardendo por suportar o tamanho de Louis. Mas no fundo ela sabia que o homem só fazia isso por conta do primeiro engasgo.
Harry forçou sua cabeça contra o cacete, a mão de Louis em seu pescoço impossibilitava um pouco seus movimentos, porém Tomlinson percebeu que ela precisava de mais. Ele tirou seu pau da boca dela e cuspiu sobre a língua pra no segundo seguinte empurrar seu caralho na cavidade molhada.
A glande gorda bateu na garganta e dessa vez ela não engasgou, mas Louis viu os olhos se enchendo de lágrimas, ela rodopiou a língua no caralho dele e sentiu a pré -porra saindo em sua língua. Louis tinha a cabeça tombada pra trás, mas nem por isso perdia a coordenação nas estocadas.
Essas que todas as vezes acertavam o fundo da garganta de Harry, causando um barulho na sala e uma protuberância em sua mão que adornava o pescoço. Com sua mão livre Louis começou a dedilhar novamente a buceta de Harry, estava tão molhada e sensível.
— Boquinha de puta, hm? Do jeito que o papai gosta — ele esfregava o grelinho causando gemidos em Harry e vibrações no seu próprio pau.
Seu cacete já estava todo babado, as veias pulsavam a cada vez que entravam fortemente na boca de Harry, estava tão vermelho por estar segurando o orgasmo a tanto tempo, esse que viria logo, pois Louis sentia a cada vez que empurrava seu pau na boca de Harry sua pré-porra sair em abundância.
Seus dedos voltaram pra dentro da buceta dela e ela apertou a entradinha, era tão extremamente apertada que Louis queria foder aquele buraquinho pra que ficasse na grossura exata de seu pau. O magnata sentiu os dedos de seus pés começarem a formigar e seu sangue se esquentar, a boca de Harry era uma perdição e ele estava disposto a se perder pra sempre.
Em uma estocada retirou seu pau inteiro da boca dela e viu, os lábios rosas totalmente sujos de baba, era tão linda a forma que ela ficava acabada só com o pau de seu papai. Louis não conseguiu se segurar, pegou seu celular e no segundo seguinte afundou seu pau na boca dela, o caralho chegava ao fundo da garganta dela enquanto o flash do celular brilhava em seu rosto.
O magnata estava insano, segurava o pescoço com tanta força que impedia até mesmo a respiração da menina, as bochechas já ficavam vermelhas e os olhos cheios d’agua. Louis sentiu quando a menina gemeu alto em seu pau apenas pra causar a fricção gostosa, a porra atingiu a garganta de Harry preenchendo sua boca em seguida.
Tudo o que ela mantinha na cavidade era a glande vermelha, ela sugava com vontade puxando todo o líquido que seu papai tinha pra lhe dar. Louis sentia arrepios subindo por todo seu corpo e seu sangue borbulhava em tesão, ele queria devorar Harry, como uma fera ataca sua presa indefesa.
— Isso mon petit, engole todo o leitinho do papai — ele batia com a palma de sua mão na bochecha dela.
(minha pequena)
Louis terminou o vídeo e jogou o celular no sofá. Harry na poltrona tinha os olhos chorosos querendo mais de seu papai, ela nunca estava satisfeita precisava sempre de mais. O magnata segurou a menina pelas coxas e a levou até o sofá, os joelhos se apoiaram no estofado enquanto o peito se encostava nas almofadas.
Ela estava toda empinada pra ele, ela pertencia a ele. Tomlinson abriu os botões de sua camisa e a deixou no corpo, sua calça ainda estava em seu corpo e ele não pretendia a tirá-la. A bunda de Harry estava toda empinadinha pra si, tinha uma visão e tanto da bucetinha vermelha e do cuzinho que piscava querendo atenção.
Louis se aproximou e deixou que um filete de saliva caísse sobre a entradinha dela, a baba escorreu até a buceta e Louis foi rápido em esfregar o dedo desde o clitóris inchado até o cuzinho. Seu dedo circulava a entrada de Styles enquanto a cabeça de seu cacete se esfregava na bagunça molhada que era a buceta dela.
Ele não demorou pra penetrá-la, estava tão necessitado quanto ela. O corpo de Harry solavancou no sofá com o tamanho de Louis em sua bucetinha, era tão grande e alargava tão bem sua buceta. O magnata sentia o aperto de Harry em seu pau, suas paredes internas eram quentes e tão molhadas que seu pau poderia deslizar ali sem problema algum se não fosse pela grossura.
O dígito de Louis ainda massageava o cuzinho enquanto metia seu caralho na buceta dela, era recebido tão bem, era uma buceta tão quente e acolhedora. Assim que todo seu cacete entrou em Harry ele parou, deixou todo seu pau enterrado na menina enquanto apenas seu dedo forçava a entrada apertadinha dela.
Ele ficou ali, esperando que ela se acostumasse com o caralho gostoso na sua buceta apertada. — Caralho poupée, que bucetinha apertada. — ela soltou um chiado manhoso quando sentiu a pontinha do dedo indicador entrar em seu cuzinho.
(boneca)
Harry já não aguentava mais ter o pau do magnata atolado em si sem nenhum movimento, sua buceta esquentava e pedia pra que ele metesse forte em si.
— P-papai...
Era manhosa a voz que saía da garganta dela e Louis sabia o que ela queria, mas queria ver ela se fodendo no seu pau. Ele segurou na cintura dela e apertou os dedos em um pedido mudo pra que fizesse o que queria. Imediatamente ela puxou o quadril e voltou pra trás, chocando as peles suadas.
O gemido dos dois eram altos e sincronizados. Ela começou a rebolar os quadris, mexia com tanta dedicação que fazia Louis ter vontade de apertar a cabeça dela no sofá e foder aquela buceta até que enchesse ela de porra assim como fizera com a boca dela.
Ela ondulava o quadril de maneira lenta, fazendo o pau dele sair e entrar completamente em sua buceta, era uma sensação deliciosa sentir aquele caralho entrando na entradinha de sua buceta e chegando até formar uma protuberância no pé de sua barriga. Ela fazia tão devagar para provocar Louis, provocar seu papai até que ele ficasse com raiva e a fodesse com força.
Foram mais duas reboladas lentas antes que ela sentisse a mão dele entrando nos fios de seus cabelos, os dedos agarraram com tanta força fazendo o couro cabeludo arder, ela sentiu a perna esquerda dele ser apoiada no sofá, a mão calejada segurou na nádega dela, abrindo e apertando com as unhas deixando ali sua marca.
— Não passa de uma vadia provocadora — ele meteu seu pau e balançou o corpo dela no sofá, ela gemeu sôfrego — Me provoca como uma cadela e quando ganha....O que quer, fica gemendo que nem uma putinha.
Ele colocava força em suas estocadas, pra que Harry sentisse o quanto Louis a queria, pra que Harry sentisse o tamanho tesão de Louis por si, e ela sentia, sentia porque seu sangue pulsava, sua jugular ficava evidente em seu pescoço, suas lágrimas escorriam de seus olhos e seus lábios deixavam os gemidos gostosos saírem.
Suas estocadas eram rápidas, rápidas e certeiras, os dois estavam sensíveis e em uma órbita diferente, os corpos imploravam um pelo outro. Harry levou sua mão até a cintura de Louis o arranhando no mesmo instante em que o rapaz levou seus dígitos até a buceta dela o grelinho estava tão absurdamente molhado, fazia um barulho tão gostoso na sala junto dos corpos se batendo.
A perna de Harry tremia por debaixo de Louis e ele sabia que estava alcançando o orgasmo dela mais uma vez. Ele não diminuiu a velocidade de suas estocadas, pelo contrário, começou a empurrar ainda mais forte seu quadril contra o da menina, seu pau expelia pré-porra dentro dela, e ela molhava ainda mais o pau dele com seu mel.
Louis puxou mais a cabeça de Harry e beijou a boca da menina, os lábios se chocavam com ansiedade, era uma bagunça, mal conseguiam sentir a língua um do outro, os movimentos brutos dos corpos faziam Harry revirar os olhos e deixar lágrimas grossas escorrer por suas bochechas. Louis mordeu o lábio de Styles e puxou por entre seus dentes.
─ Papai! Lou! Porra ─ ela gritou e deixou sua cabeça cair pra frente no sofá, a buceta se apertava no pau de Louis e nem por isso ele deixou de meter nela.
Ela vinha mais uma vez pra Louis, o pau de Louis surrava tão bem seu pontinho que a fazia ver estrelas. Ele sentia seu orgasmo bem ao fundo, da mesma maneira que sentia quando Harry o tinha em sua boca. Seus dedos seguraram seu pau pela base e ele saiu da buceta dela em um plop molhado.
Esfregou a glande no grelinho sentindo a menina tremer. ─ Deixa o papai gozar no seu cuzinho boneca? ─ ele sussurrou próximo ao ouvido de Harry a arrepiando.
A cacheada não tinha forças nem mesmo pra responder, somente chacoalhou a cabeça e empinou ainda mais sua bunda na direção de Louis. Esse último que segurou seu pau e esfregou na entrada, sua pré-porra junto dos resquícios da porra de Harry lubrificaram o cuzinho. Ele forçou sua glande ali e gemeu dolorido pelo aperto que sentiu. Era tão fodidamente quente e apertado que deixava Louis dolorido. Harry estava mole no sofá, os olhos fechados sentindo Louis lhe usar como queria, como bem entendesse, ela era apenas sua bonequinha de foda, sua bonequinha para ser usada quando bem entendesse.
Ele lentamente enfiou todo seu cacete no cuzinho de Harry, o aperto fazia o sangue se concentrar ainda mais em seu membro, sua respiração era desregulada, seu orgasmo estava bem próximo e ele não havia feito movimento nenhum. Louis gemeu ainda mais dolorido quando Harry remexeu sua bunda e apertou o cacete dele, ela gemia manhosa no sofá.
─ Porra de cuzinho gostoso! ─ ele voltou seu quadril e empurrou com força, seu pau entrando de uma vez na entrada dela. ─ Você é minha, somente minha, amor.
Era tão gostoso sentir as paredes de Harry se apertando contra seu próprio pau, era quente e fazia Louis controlar minimamente seus movimentos, queria demorar a gozar somente pra continuar sentindo o aperto que ela deixava em seu pau. O magnata, no entanto, sentiu o arrepio cortar sua coluna e seus pés levemente formigarem.
Harry no sofá lentamente levou sua mão até seu grelinho e começou a se masturbar novamente, era tão bom ter Louis dentro de si, ela gostaria de sentir isso pra sempre. A cacheada apertou sua entrada e sentiu Louis soltar um gemido gritado e empurrar seu pau até a base no cuzinho dela, ela podia sentir a porra quente de Louis se derramando dentro de si e a deixando cheia.
Louis continuava a meter na entrada dela somente pra prolongar seu orgasmo e sentir toda sua porra sujando Harry, essa que tremelicava no sofá. Tomlinson sabendo o que estava acontecendo tirou seu pau ainda duro da entrada dela e enfiou seu dedo impedindo que qualquer resquício de sua porra ousasse sair dali, sem nem avisar meteu seu caralho na bucetinha dela.
Harry gemeu alto e manhosa e tremeu, Louis somente sorriu quando viu o líquido esguichar de dentro da buceta dela e sujar o estofado de seu sofá. A menina esguichava de uma forma tão bonita que deixava Louis vidrado na imagem dela se estimulando e gemendo feito uma puta barata.
Aos poucos ela foi parando seus movimentos e suas pernas foram parando de tremelicar, o corpo dela foi ficando mole e os joelhos cansados cederam deixando-a caida no sofá. Tomlinson retirou seu dedo da entrada dela e lenatmente ordenou: ─ Quero você cheia de mim, não ouse desperdiçar minha porra.
O magnata pegou um saquinho com uma quantidade pequena de cocaína e deitou a menina no sofá, ela tinha os olhos sonolentos e cansados, se sentou no chão ao lado de Harry no sofá atraindo a atenção dela pra si, os olhos verdes como um campo lhe olhavam com certa curiosidade, eles permaneceram dessa maneira até que Louis colou seus lábios nos dela.
─ Você é minha de agora em diante boneca, somente minha ─ ele sussurrou enquanto abria o saquinho com a droga, lentamente ele despejou uma quantidade sobre os peitos de Harry e cheirou, sentiu todo seu corpo relaxar com o efeito imediato do entorpecente, os resquícios que grudaram na pele suada, ele lambeu ─ Minha mais nova droga, a droga mais viciante que já provei em toda minha vida. Só tem um problema, o seu efeito não se compara com nenhuma das que eu costumo usar.
Harry sorriu fraco, seu corpo estava adormecido no sofá e ela já se entregava ao mundo dos sonhos, Louis possivelmente se juntaria a ela, mas ainda tinha o que resolver.
☆
Louis desligou o carro assim que chegou no galpão escuro. O carro que seus capi usavam estava estacionado logo na entrada, ele sentiu seu estômago borbulhar. Desceu do carro e passou a mão devagar sobre o revólver que tinha em sua cintura, sua luva era brilhante enquanto caminhava até as portas grandes do galpão.
Assim que abriu as portas viu todos os olhos se virando pra si, mas o que mais lhe chamou atenção foi o do homem que estava no meio do salão. Os olhos castanhos lhe olhavam com medo, ele tinha as mãos presas atrás das costas e os pés presos na cadeira, Louis já sorria sádico.
Ele se aproximou do homem e se apoiou nos ombros deste, seus olhos azuis cortavam bruscamente os olhos castanhos opacos dele, Louis pigarreou e deixou uma gargalhada escapar de sua boca deixando todos os homens ali presentes espantados.
─ Agora parece estar com medo, seu verme nojento. ─ ele bateu com o cano do revólver no rosto de Des, um filete de sangue já apareceu na bochecha suada dele ─ Na hora de desviar a porra da minha carga, você parecia bem mais confiante, até mesmo debochou da minha cara, não é?
O galpão ficou em silêncio e Louis não obteve sua resposta, o deixando irritado, ele desferiu um soco no rosto de Des, dessa vez a quantia de sangue que saiu foi maior e sujou a mão de Louis.
─ Parece que um gato comeu a porra da sua língua seu filho da puta. Tô esperando você debochar de mim e falar mal da sua filha do jeito que falava no telefone mais cedo. Como era mesmo que você dizia? “Uma garotinha estúpida que nunca obedecia ao próprio pai, uma completa mimada.” Era assim não? Mas eu não entendo, ela foi tão boa pra mim mais cedo, acho que o problema era você mesmo.
Des tinha a cabeça baixa, nem mesmo olhava pra Louis, tinha vergonha.
─ Olha pra cima, filho da puta, quero que me assista matando cada um de seus capangas nojentos pra depois matar você.
Louis nem mesmo ligou se tinha os olhos de Des sobre si, somente chegou perto do homem loiro que estava á direita de Des e foi rápido, colocou o revólver na testa dele e sem mais cerimônias disparou, matando-o, repetiu o mesmo processo com os outros três ali presentes, deixando somente Des.
Ele se aproximou mais uma vez e se abaixou na altura dos olhos dele.
─ Sabe, acho que você só fez uma coisa boa nisso tudo. ─ Louis esfregou o cano de arma no queixo dele ─ Trouxe Harry pra mim, agora ela é minha Des, vou fazer o papel que você não fez de protegê-la, de dar amor a ela, de cuidar dela como uma garota deve ser cuidada.
Ele bufou e passou as mãos sobre os olhos.
─ Mas quero que você morra tranquilo sabendo que a partir de agora eu serei o papai dela, vou dar carinho, amor e tudo o que a minha boneca pedir.
Louis se levantou e parou atrás de Des, segurou o revólver em sua nuca, antes que atirasse se abaixou e sussurrou no ouvido dele: ─ Queime no inferno, filho da puta.
O magnata atirou e o matou, a cabeça tombou pra frente e o sangue começou a espirrar no chão do galpão. Théo se aproximou de Louis tocando em seu ombro.
─ A carga já tá no caminho de volta.
Louis confirmou com a cabeça e o agradeceu baixo.
─ Se virem com esses corpos, se livrem disso e limpem toda essa porra, preciso cuidar de uma coisa mais importante.
Louis saiu do galpão voltando em direção a sua casa, afinal sua boneca lhe esperava.
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Since Your Type is Older Men (18+) — Tom Cruise
summary: Tom is filled with Jealousy when he sees you Zooming with your University Professor.
pairings: husband!tom x wife!reader
warnings: mature content, smut, unprotected sex, sirkink, agegap, squirting
w.c 1542
a/n: this one's dedicated for @rinimitchell and @angelaemme as they're always the first two to always show support whenever i post! love you both, hope you enjoy it! x
taglist: @tomsf18 @helloitstsyu @deanscroissant @moondustfairies @call-sign-shark @katherineswritingsblog @elenavampire21 @gypsymoon548 @cherrycruise @joeltheegoodson
"Baby, you're killing me. Tell me what did I do wrong?" You whined towards your loving husband, plopping yourself down beside him on the fluffy couch. He pays you no mind, his eyes focused on the flat screen flicking through channels as he's aware there's nothing exciting to watch.
A frustration can be seen on your face, turning your head towards the TV and watch him still going through channels that he never picked. You sigh, "Just pick a damn channel and look at me." You groaned.
Being stubborn, he didn't listen to you. At this point, you believe the TV could blow off any second from the way he switched on the channels. Pursing your lips, you decided to take matters into your own hands as you pushed yourself off to your feet to straddle his thighs, blocking his view.
Settling down on his lap, you aggressively grabbed the remote from him and switch off the TV before tossing it away. Once you face him, a death stare was already set on you. Your eyebrows scrunched in anger, crossing your arms across your chest.
"What is up with you, Tom? Tell me what's wrong?" You aggressively asked.
“Who were you on Zoom with?”
“I told you! I was on Zoom with my Professor to talk about my grades and-”
“Exactly, and? What did he say? How can you maintain your grades?” And that’s when you realize, the man is being hostile because he’s jealous. Your crossed arms seemed to relax a bit, your shoulders following to slumped. Looking at him funny as you chuckle.
Tom on the other hand, is still annoyed. “What’s so funny?” He grumbled.
That made you laugh even more, “Oh baby, are you jealous?” Gasping for air as you asked your beloved while running your hands through his hair.
“No.”
Snorted, “Really? I think that’s hot.” You run your fingers through his long hair, pushing it back. Tom peered up at you from his lashes.
“I-” Stopping himself to sigh, “I just… Don’t like him.”
“You’ve never met the man.”
“Yeah and therefore, I don’t like him. Don’t you ever realize that sometimes he flirts with you? What kind of a Professor does that to their student? Don’t you find it disgusting?” Tom grimaced in disgust.
You suppress your laugh, you find this whole situation adorable. From being annoyed, to understanding and seeing where his coming from. It warms you that although the way he shows it, was annoying, but when you give yourself a second to think about it, he’s just being adorably protective over you—his young wife.
“Have you ever catch me responding to any of ‘em?” Tom pursed his lips, his eyes darting down to avoid looking at you.
“No.” He admit.
“I’ve always done my online meetings with you in the room, baby. You’ve seen everything, you should’ve trusted me.” You coo’ed, caressing his cheek with the palm of your hands. Tom sighed, his shoulders slumped, his hands reaching to grasp your hips.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just- Sometimes I would think, since your type is older men, he’s definitely older than you, good looking either… You’d leave me for him.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment not because of what he said was ever near true, but the way he pointed out how you love older men. You never thought of leaving him, ever, because why would you? You snatched the one and only Tom Cruise for christ sake—have he lost his mind?
“Baby, you hearing yourself? I will never leave you!” You exclaimed, cupping his face now.
“I will never… Ever.. Leave you.” You brought his face closer to yours, forcing him to look at you.
“Never, okay? Besides..” You trailed, your hands slowly went down to his neck. “I have you, the man, the myth, the legend, who saved Hollywood’s ass.. Tom Cruise.” You coo’ed in his ear, your hips gently grinds on his lap.
“Yeah?” His famous smirk slowly appearing.
“Yeah.” You pouted, nodding your head.
“Why is your type older men, anyways?” Tom teased, the hands that were on your hips moves gently to caress you.
“If I tell you, I’m gonna have to kill you.” You may or may not quoted him using his lines from the greatest movie of all time. Tom laughs before he pulls you in for a deep kiss. The kiss turned out to be heated by the second, the way his tongue swipes against your bottom lip asking for entrance. From there on, it turns into some kind of battling for dominance. He couldn’t help but gently capture your bottom lip, seductively pulling it as you kept grinding on his lap.
He released your bottom lip to let out a soft grunt, with his eyes screwed shut as he could feel your soaked thong against his bulge. “You never really answered the question, pretty.” Tom manage to say something, but grunting in each words.
Humming, you stopped grinding your hips to undo his pants. Pulling it down along with his boxers freeing his, now fully, erect cock. A sigh of relief you earned from him, as your eyes darted to stare at him.
“You’re the one who set the bars. I love older men, because of you. And, I’m so lucky that I finally have you, Tommy.” You coo’ed, pecking his lips as you pushed your thong aside, guiding his cock to your hole gently rubbing the tip against your glistening cunt.
“Don’t ever think about that ever again, yeah? I just want to fuck my husband, and that- is you.” You whispered against his lips before you sink yourself down his shaft. Tom’s breath shuddered watching your face contorted into euphoria along releasing the most pornographic moans.
“Mmh… How I love this cock in my pussy, Sir. Only your cock she wants.” Tom grunted listening to you dirty talk in his ears, feeling you softly went up and down on him.
“Don’t you love my pussy, Sir? My tight warm pussy, for your old cock?” Something inside him snapped as he pushed you down against the cushions—earning a loud gasp from you.
“Old cock you say huh?” You smirked.
“Well.. That’s how you perceive yourself, weren’t you?” Tom clicked his tongue while shaking his head from side to side in disbelief.
“Don’t forget that this old cock, had made you cum-” He harshly thrusted his hips, “Made your legs shook-” And another one, “And made you squirted so many times.” He growled.
You smirk, “Yes, Sir. That’s what you do to me.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom grabbed your legs and wrap them around his hips along with throwing his shirt away. He harshly undo your oversized shirt to reveal your perfect body. Already glistening with little sweats anticipating his next move.
Tom harshly snapped his hips thrusting his cock into your cunt, his hands holding onto your tits gripping them so tight but not tight enough where it could hurt you. In fact, you didn’t feel pain from any of this. You enjoy this, you enjoy him going off with your pussy. Loud pornographic moans raining from your lips, as you both stare at each other while his cock drilling in your pussy.
“Mmh yes, keep going Sir. Please.”
“Oh, Sir! Yes, it feels so good.”
“You feel so good.”
You try to boost his ego more by spilling out dirty talks that you think he would love. Oh, he definitely loves it. Listening to you talk dirty to him makes him goes feral even more as he pushed your legs up in the air then push them back resulting you to hug your legs as he pushed himself into you more. Tom grunts feeling the way your cunt puckered around his cock, gladly welcomes him with your warmth as the wetness you produce formed a squelching sound.
“Mmh, are you gonna cum, Sir?” You mewled. Your eyebrows scrunched to form an innocent face as he stares at you death in the eyes. Feeling himself getting closer.
“Yeah? You’re gonna cum in me?” Tom moaned. As much as he’d want to bust his nut right there and now, he couldn’t. He wants to prove a point. You gasped in surprise as he harshly pull himself out from your cunt.
“Wha-” You were about to protest but then his 2 fingers enters your hole, flicking and fucking you. “Fuck!” You cursed along releasing a loud moan. By now, you believe the cushions is soaked due to your fluid as his fingers fucks into you.
“You always love my fingers, right?” Tom breathed, as his fingers vigorously fucking you. “Come on baby, I want you to squirt for me.” You moaned.
“F-fuck! Tommy.” You shrieked, he knew the fastest way to get you to squirt for him was using his fingers. And he proved himself right, seconds later you gushed out your fluids out—spraying his abdomen and made a real mess. But, Tom didn’t stop there.
When you were still squirting, he replaced his fingers with his cock. A loud moan escaped from him, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
“This is going to be a long night for you, baby.”
#tom cruise#tom cruise smut#tom cruise dirty imagine#tom cruise dirty imagines#tom cruise imagine#tom cruise imagines#tom cruise oneshot#tom cruise fic#tom cruise fanfiction#tom cruise x reader
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Little Wolf
Summary: After taking out an Ashwinder camp, Sebastian and MC have some feral sex in the woods.
Warnings: 18+, Outdoors sex, rough sex, spanking, degrading/humiliation, idk it's just really filthy guys
pairing: Sebastian x f!MC
Word count: 1289
A/N: @callmehopeless asked for outdoor feral sex and here is my contribution. This may be the filthiest thing I've ever written and I fucking love it. @pugsnotdrugs92 @sebswebs
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Sebastian took your hand, running into the night, his heart pounding in his chest. He spared one last glance over his shoulder at the ruined Ashwinder camp, his mind flashing with a memory just made; standing back to back with you, taking out enemies, never missing your targets as you moved in unison, spells firing in quick succession, the look in your eyes as you stood surrounded by bodies of your victims, the air around you simmering with remnants of your ancient magic.
Adrenaline coursed through both of your veins, with it an insatiable lust. He stopped running, pulling you into a small grove of trees, roughly pushing you up against the closest one. He didn’t ask, didn’t say a word, just ripped at your clothes. The moment you were naked he was on you, lips biting at yours, hands grabbing at your flesh, roughly squeezing a breast, a hip, raking across your body as he growled into your mouth. Breaking the kiss, his hands worked quickly to undo his pants, pushing them down enough to free his achingly hard cock. You whimpered as your hands slipped under his shirt, wordlessly begging him to take it off. He ripped at the buttons desperately, not wanting to wait a second more to have you. The shirt fell to the forest floor and his hands found your thighs, lifting you up, pressing you against the tree, shoving his cock inside you in one quick movement. He growled as he filled you, your warmth increasing his lust. He thrust hard and fast, each one scraping the bare skin of your back against the rough bark of the tree. You felt it digging in, cutting into you but you didn’t care. All that mattered was him.
You loved this side of him, his desperate, animalistic desire for you. When he didn’t care if he hurt you, if you liked it, if you could be seen or heard, all that mattered was the chase of release. In these rare moments he wasn’t your love, your darling, your sweetheart, no, he was your wolf. You would do anything to encourage him to let go, give in to his primal desires, entice the wolf in him to come out to play with the wolf in you.
Bringing your head to his shoulder you nipped at his skin, loudly moaning his name. As your first orgasm hit you dragged your nails down his back, leaving angry red marks on his freckled skin. The sting of it brought his own release and he paid you back in kind, his teeth sinking into your skin hard enough to draw blood. You crushed your lips against his bloody ones, groaning as you ran your tongue over his teeth, tasting your own blood.
As his orgasm subsided he set you down, stepping away to undress fully before pulling you to him and sinking you both down to the forest floor. Pushing your hips into the dirt he spread your legs, his strong hands keeping them in place while he pushed back into you, burying himself in your wet pussy once again. He thrust into you as hard as he could, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every one. Lifting your leg he threw it over his shoulder, grunting uncontrollably, lost in his pleasure. Gripping your hips hard, he pulled you to meet him as his pace increased, the sounds of your skin slamming together echoing through the forest. When his orgasm rocked through him this time he let out a deep groan, the end of it turning into an outright howl as he shot his load deep inside you. You let yourself do the same as your own orgasm overtook you, hands digging into the dirt around you.
His chest heaving as he came down from his high, you pressed on him, urging him back, forcing his cock out of you. Rolling over onto your stomach, pressing your face into the dirt, you raised your ass into the air, shaking it in front of his face. If you were going to act like lust crazed animals, you were going to let him fuck you like one.
Finally he spoke his first word since leaving the destroyed camp. “Fuck.” You smirked, loving that you’d gotten to him, but it was the feel of his hand coming down on your ass that made you moan. He kneaded the soft flesh before bringing his hand down hard multiple times in a row, high pitched moans slipping from your lips. He slapped at your rear for a long time, switching between cheeks, hitting and kneading until you were almost crying from the growing sensitivity. Just when you thought he was done, you felt his wet mouth on the already bruising skin, sucking at it, nipping at it.
“Sebastian.” You whimper his name softly not wanting to break him out of this animalistic state. “Fuck me. Fuck your Little Wolf.”
He let out a muffled growl, your flesh between his teeth. His hand came down one more time as he slipped himself into your wet folds. Setting a much slower pace he pulled completely out of you, making you whimper at the loss, before plunging back in, all the way to the hilt. Finally in the mood to speak, he punctuated his words with forceful thrusts.
“Do you..have any idea..how..sexy it is..to watch you..take out a..camp full of..bad guys..with your ancient magic? Have you..any notion.. of the ways..it drives me..wild?” With each thrust you let out small pleasurable screams as his body slammed into the tender flesh of your ass. Your mouth open, dirt sticking to your lips, the scent of the damp earth filling your nostrils, your mind went blank as he continued to pound into you, nothing but the deliciously painful feel of him breaking through your fogged head.
“Look at you, a whimpering, bloody and bruised, dirt covered mess, giving yourself to me. Fuck you look so beautiful right now. The Hero of Hogwarts grinding her face into the dirt like an animal. My strong, willful, girl reduced to this all because of my cock.”
You hated that you loved the way his degrading comments pushed you over the edge, a shockingly loud scream emanating from your throat as you came for him, bucking your hips wildly to meet his thrusts. With another loud howl he lost control, his own climax descending on him, pulling so far out of you, desperate to fuck you as hard as he could, half of his seed shooting onto the ground underneath you.
As the last waves of your orgasms subsided, he pulled out, collapsing on the forest floor next to you. Letting your legs relax you stretched out to your full length, giggling as his seed smeared on your stomach, dirt and twigs sticking to your skin. Turning your head to face him, an arm coming out to rest on his chest, you laughed together. Loud, obnoxious, tear producing laughter.
“Well that was interesting my Little Wolf. I like calling you that. Makes my blood race. Damn, you’re a mess darling.” He pulled a leaf from your hair, chuckling.
Sitting up, you crawled over to him, climbing on top of his body. Rocking your hips, your sopping wet core rubbing against his cock, you smirked at him. “You’re not nearly messy enough, my sexy wolf. I’m going to change that.” Feeling his cock growing hard again you raised yourself up before sinking down on him. With a long groan you set to work riding him, leaves and dirt falling from your hair, no plans of stopping until he was just as dirty as you.
#I can't believe I'm not embarrassed for writing this#What can I say? I'm a dirty minded freak#I hope y'all like this#sebastian sallow smut#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow#sebastian x mc#sebastian sallow x female!reader#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy x reader#hogwarts legacy smut#hogwarts legacy oneshot#sebastian sallow oneshot#sebastian sallow fanfic
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Summary: Y/N gets invited onto The Late Late Show with James Corden and does a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Harry, which reveals something earth shattering for everyone.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sexual innuendos, general filth
My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.
"As you all know, we have the wonderful and talented Mr. Harry Styles here with us tonight!" James reintroduces his guests and the audience claps and cheers, especially for Harry.
"Y/N. Are you ready?" One of the crew asks. I nod, "Oh, yes." She nods and gives a thumbs up to some people.
This is going to be so fun. I've known James for years and everyone knows that Harry and I are friends, but what they really don't know is that we're actually together.
We agreed to keep our relationship as private as we could, for now. I'm honesty surprised we have been able to, It's more intimate for us that way, but Harry has been acting.. weird? I don't know. He's asking if I'd ever want to go public and I'm not really opposed to it.
But anyway, I've asked James to keep it a secret that I'm coming on the show, so I've been labeled as the surprise guest for weeks now, so Harry is going to be put on the spot, and we're going to have to pretend that we're strictly 'just friends'.
"As you all know, I like to play a little game.." The crowd starts to cheer, "What? I haven't even told you the game yet!" James laughs, "We'll, since you all know what I'm about to say next, Harry." He motions for him to get to come over to him.
Harry gets up and pulls his suit jacket down as he walks over to him, "Yes, James." He lays an arm around his shoulder. James looks at him with a smile and starts to laugh, "Are you ready to either spill your guts or fill your guts?"
Harry covers his face and laughs, "Oh god. I knew it."
James laughs and motions to the table, "Why don't you go and have a seat over there, but don't touch anything!" Harry walks over to the table and has a seat.
"Now, Harry. You know how this game works correct?" James walks over and sits down across from Harry.
"The title is uh, pretty explanatory, James." Harry chuckles.
"Right, right. Of course it is." James rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and reads his cards, "Oh wait. One more thing before we get started."
"Okay." Harry nods.
"I won't be doing this challenge with you." James stands up and laughs, "Everybody, if you would please give a wonderful round of applause for the very talented and very beautiful Y/N Y/L/N!"
James claps and turns to welcome me onto the stage.
I walk out smiling as I wave my hands to the crowd. I walk over to give James a hug, "Hello, hello." He kisses my cheek, "Hello there, love. How are you?"
I nod, "I'm good, how are you?" He smiles, "I'm great. You look amazing by the way." I smile and wave to the crowd again.
Harry looks at James, "Now I see why you wouldn't tell me who the surprise guest was." He smiles and shakes his head.
I smile and walk over to greet Harry, keeping it very professional. He kisses my cheek, "Hello, darling." I walk around to take my seat and Harry gets up and helps me push my chair in.
"What a gentleman, yeah?" James motions towards Harry. Harry bats the air and pretends to be shy.
That man is not shy around me, let me tell you.
"Okay." I look down at the table and make a face, "Harry? You want to go first?" He shakes his head quickly while smiling, "No, all you."
I roll my eyes, "Fine." I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table, anticipating Harry's first question for me.
"Y/N."
"Harry."
"On your phone.." he smirks and the crowd "oohs", "Calm down, I didn't even ask the question yet." He laughs and looks at me, "On your phone, what is the last thing you google searched?"
He leans back in his seat and watches me as I think.
I shake my head, "I don't.. I don't know."
Then it hits me, "Oh. Oh no. I can't- nope. It's embarrassing, we'll not.. no." I laugh and can feel my cheeks getting red.
"Y/N? Is it that bad?" James asks leaning in. I shake my head, "Not really.. just like.. personal?" I shrug, "Oh god that's not-" I look down at the glass in front of me, "What the hell is this James?"
Harry wags his finger at me, "Naughty, naughty." I roll my eyes and look at James, "Y/N.. that is blended up fish with plain yogurt."
I gag and shake my head, "I was-" I laugh and cover my face, I lean back and hold my arms out, "Vibrators. I was looking up vibrators. A girl has needs, people."
The crowd cheers for me as I look over at Harry and his brow cocks up as he smirks.
He clears his throat and looks up, "Definitely didn't expect that." He laughs, "Go." He nods towards me and I shake my head with a smile, "hmm."
"Y/N, what are you going to ask Harry?" James asks walking over and sitting down.
"Are there any songs on any of your albums that are about me?" I rest my elbows on the table, knowing damn well there is because he told me himself.
The crowd 'Oohs' again and Harry shakes his head laughing, "Yeah, actually there's track.." he mumbles into his napkin, "On the-" he mumbles into his napkin again, "Album."
He shakes his head and tucks the fabric into his shirt. I laugh and clap my hands together, "You don't have to eat that. You can just tell us."
He looks up at me, to the crowd, at James then back at me, "Bull Penis.. sounds.. delightful." Harry shakes his head, "Can I just tell you one?"
I look at James and he looks at Harry shocked, "So there's more than one?"
Harry cuts a piece of the disgusting food off and locks eyes with me as he pulls it off with his teeth, "That's disgusting." He says leaning over to spit it into the garbage can.
He takes the napkin and wipes off his mouth, tongue and teeth. The crowd absolutely loses it with laughter. Harry turns to the crowd, "It's really not that complicated to figure out." He laughs.
I shrug, "Wow. Looks like I'll have to give your albums another listen." I smile and shake my head, "I'm nervous for the next one."
He laughs and nods towards me, "Rank my Movies." I lean my head back, "Damn it, Harry." I shake my head and spin the table, slowly looking at my options, "My policeman, Don't Worry Darling, and Dunkirk."
James scoffs and laughs, "My god that was fast."
Harry nods, "I honestly didn't expect you to answer." He laughs and claps for me, "Thank you."
I shrug, "I'm not eating bird saliva, sorry."
"Okay, y/n, you get the final question and Harry, you get the final spill or fill." James taps the table, "Let's do this. Drum roll please.."
The crowd drums their legs and I smirk slightly.
"Is it true, Mr. Styles." I lean forward a bit, "About what the magazines say?"
He leans in, "What do they say exactly?"
"That there's a possible future Mrs. Styles floating around with you?"
Harry's smirk turns into a slow smile as he quickly picks up on what I'm asking. He gives me a look and I nod and smile, "Go on. Tell us or enjoy those delicious-" I lean over and pick up the the card, "grasshoppers in ghost pepper sauce."
He look at the crowd and looks over at James, "I will say.." he picks up the napkin, "You know.." he laughs and shakes his head, "These grasshoppers don't look half bad."
I hide my smile behind my hands and watch as he teases everyone.
"So Harry." James says, "Is it spill or fill?"
Harry stares at the plate and then his eyes glance up at me. I nod once and my heart starts pounding.
"Spill."
The crowd goes absolutely insane and James leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, alright, alright." He waves his hand to get the crowd to quiet down.
I look over at the crowd and lean back in my seat, "Spill your guts, Styles." I smirk, "We're all dying to know."
He sighs, "I've had a girlfriend for four, going on five years now." James mouth drops and he looks over at me, "What?"
I laugh and shrug.
The crowd loses it again and Harry laughs and shakes his head, "You'll know who she is soon enough and that's all I'm giving you!" Harry stands up and throws the napkin down, "That's all I'm giving you." He walks away and turns around laughing.
God I love his laugh and smile.
I'm so in love with this man, it's insane.
"Wow." James covers his mouth, "What on earth, y/n. You just got Harry to-" he stands up and walks over to him, "Come on, you have to tell us one thing. Do we know her?"
He smiles and nods, "Mhm."
"Wow. Unbelievable! There you have it ladies and gentleman. Mr. Harry styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"
I walk over and stand on the other side of James. I smile and wave to the crowd when they suddenly gasp and start screaming.
"What's going on?" I look at James and he quickly turns around and gasps with a smile, "Oh my god."
I turn around to see Harry down on one knee. I cover my mouth and my eyes instantly well up with tears, "Harry."
"It's y/n!?" James yells, "Oh. my. god." He gets the crowd to quiet down and he holds his card over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes now, too.
I look back down at Harry and he smiles, "Y/N, you stuck by me these past, almost five years and I am forever grateful for you. You kept me going and stayed with me through the highs and lows of making music. I want you to be the one who continues to do that for me in ever single thing for the rest of my life. Will you please, do me the honor in marrying me?"
I don't even have to think about my answer, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He hugs me as he stands up, lifting me off the ground. He spins me around and sets me down, immediately taking my hand to slide the ring on.
"What did we just witness here today? Magic. Absolute magic!" James hugs us both and congratulates us.
"What a way to end the show. They really had us going there for a while, didn't they?" He claps and thanks the crowd, "Goodnight!"
We walk backstage and I look up at Harry, "I had no idea you were going to do this, I thought we just talked about confirming that we were dating."
"We just did." He leans down and kisses me, "Now if you don't mind. I want to take my new fiancée and fuck her in my dressing room."
My cheeks get hot as Harry lays a hand on my back.
James stops us and congratulates us again.
"Thanks, mate." Harry pats his shoulder, "We're off to celebrate."
"Don't break anything please." James laughs with a sigh as we practically run into Harry's dressing room.
He shuts and locks the door, peeling my dress from my body. He shrugs off his plaid jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt, "You just got so much sexier, Mrs. Styles."
He throws his shirt down and pushes his body against mine. His lips attack my lips before they quickly move down my neck.
He lifts me up and takes me over to the couch, setting me down and getting on his knees between mine.
He leans up and kisses down my chest. His hands kneading my boobs. I moan as he sucks and leaves a little trail of bite marks down to where he takes one of my nipple into his mouth.
I moan and arch my back as he holds it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.
"Harry." I moan tangling my fingers in his hair. He switches and does the same to my other boob, only this time he takes a hand and slides it down to my pussy.
His fingers slide up and down my slit teasingly.
"You're so fucking wet, baby. Fuck." He groans kissing and leaning another trail of bite marks down my stomach.
He slips two fingers in and I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. He moan as my action and kisses down my one thigh.
His fingers move in and out and I can hear how wet I am.
"You hear that baby? You hear how soaked you are for me?" He looks up at me and I look down at him, nodding as my eyes roll back, "Ye- yes, baby." I grip the couch and arch my back.
"I'm going to devour you. You're so fucking- Mm." He groans and dives in, licking and sucking my clit as he fucks me with his gorgeous hands.
I moan loudly and struggle to keep it together.
I can feel the pressure. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.
He quickly slips in another finger and curls them upward as he thrust them in and out.
I brings my arm up by my head and dig my nails into the back of the couch, "oh fuck!"
"That was fucking hot, sweetheart." He pulls out and lifts his hand up, liquid drips off and onto the floor. I smile shyly and shake my head.
"Don't be shy baby. You squirted all over me. I love when you do that to me." He smiles and goes right back to eating me out.
His tongue fucks my pussy. His nose rubs against my clit. His fingers squeeze my thighs. He sends me into absolute bliss, "H-ha-" I arch my back and my legs shake against his body.
He continues to eat me out until I'm panting.
"You taste so fucking good. Fuck. I can't get enough of my fiancée and her delicious fucking pussy." He goes back down and the pleasuring sensation makes my mind go blank.
All I can do is moan.
He pulls away and come up, his lips wet with my slick. He kisses me and I wrap an arm around his neck.
"Did that feel good, baby?" He kisses down my neck slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod and smile, "That was amazing."
He smile and kisses back up to my lips, "Want to continue?"
"Please." I whimper, "I need you."
He stands up and take the rest of his clothes off, gently positioning me on the couch, "You're so beautiful when you're fucked."
I smile and bite my lip as he pushes my leg up slowly, "You're so fucking-" He moans as he slips the head of his cock in, "Fucking amazing."
He pushes the rest of the way in, moaning as his hips hit my body. He reaches down and grabs my chin, his thumb running over my lips before I open and take his thumb in my mouth.
I grab his wrist and suck while I keep my eyes on his.
He starts to thrusts and my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I let out a loud moan. He groans and slides his hand down to my throat.
My boobs bounce with each of his thrusts and I whimper as his hand tightens around my neck, "I love you so- fucking.. much." He leans down and kisses me, his hand still around my neck.
I moan quietly into his mouth and grab his hair, pulling as I feel myself about to cum again. I don't even had to say anything for Harry to know.
"Cum again baby, I know you can do it." He whispers into my ear, "I want to feel you cum as I fuck that tight little cunt of yours."
I moan and arch my back, "f-fuck." I whimper pulling his hair harder.
He moans and slips and arm under my back, holding me to him as he continues fucking me. I cling to him as much as I can, clenching around his cock as I cum again.
"Fuck, I want to cum so bad." He moans, "I-I." He lets out a loud moan and buries his face into my neck, "Fuck, y/n. You feel so, so good."
He continues to praise me, "You're taking me so, so well, baby."
"You feel so good around my cock."
"I love it when you cum for me."
I dig my nails into his back and practically scream out his name.
"That's it baby, let the studio know that you feel good."
He groans as I drag my nails up his back, "Fuck."
His thrusts get sloppy and he pushes as deep inside of me as he can go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pants, "Y/N?" He asks brushing hair out of my face.
"I'm still here." I smile and look at him. My eyes are heavy and my brain feels fuzzy. "You fucked me good, baby." I lay a hand on his cheek as he kisses me, "I love you so much."
He smiles and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. I wince slightly as he lays my leg down, "Sorry."
I shake my head, "No. no. That's a good kind of pain." He smirks slightly and kisses my hip, "We'll go home and I'll run you a bath, give you some time to recover before we celebrate again." He winks.
I shake my head, "I'm giving you a blow job in the car on the way home."
He smirks and nods, "Fair enough."
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Take Me Upstairs - Eddie Munson
take me upstairs - rockstar!eddie munson
Synopsis: You run the local record shop and one day Eddie invites you to a show and one thing leads to another.
Warnings: 18+ only MDNI. some fluff, smidge of angst, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral f & m receiving, slight choking if you squint.
A/N: Please be nice, this is my first fic I’ve written since I was a teenager xx
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There was one record shop in Hawkins, tucked away off the main street. It belonged to your uncle, but he was more of a figurehead of the business in his old age, you were there most days, running the shop. It was a dream, you got to speak to people about music all day, play whatever you wanted and no one would complain that it was too loud. Before you started the shop had a dark, dingy feeling to it, dust collected on the shelves and the old hardwood floor had nails sticking up everywhere. You had brightened up the place with a bright lick of paint, pot plants everywhere and you kept the latest stuff in stock of all the up and coming hits.
Eddie Munson had been a regular since your uncle had been working there. He would rush in on a Friday morning when all the new music was released and put on the shelves. Sometimes he would line up ten minutes before it opened to grab the only metal record available, because it was such a small town you only kept a little of everything at once. It was a Friday afternoon when he first met you, he was running late for a new album, he was sweating, worried it had already sold. He had parked his van half sticking out to the road in front of the store, tripped up the stairs, called hello to Ray, your uncle and speed walked to the metal section. He was startled when he heard your sweet, soft voice call back to him. He awkwardly shuffled through the cds on the shelves. Eddie smiled gleefully when he saw the new release, he seized it and kissed the cover, “Was worried I was too late for you darlin’” he whispered and walked up to the counter where you were standing with the new Kerrang edition in your hands. Eddies breath hitched when you moved the magazine away to serve him, you were phenomenal, eyes that were bright and inviting and the warmest prettiest smile he had ever seen.“You’re not Ray” he stated and then cringed at you, wow what an opener, he thought and stuttered out trying to say something else.
You chuckled and leant on the counter, “No, I’m not Ray, I’m Y/N. You’re Eddie right? My uncle warned me about our regular metalhead” You smiled at him and held your hand outstretched to shake Eddies.
“Uh, yes I am Eddie, it’s nice to meet you too” He took your hand, stressing that his hand was sweaty and shook yours. Edde wasn’t usually this giddy when he met a girl, plenty of girls showed up to Corroded Coffin gigs now that they had gained a bit of traction in surrounding bigger towns.
“I put this record on this morning before you got here, you’re in for a treat” You gestured to the Iron Maiden record in his hand, he handed it over to you grinning.
“Oh yeah? Well I’m glad to hear it sweetheart, first thing I’m doing after this is blasting it all the way home in the van” Eddie said excited, feeling himself relax and lean against the counter.
You gasped at his answer, “Oh my no! Eddie, your first listen to an album has to be special, right atmosphere, good stereo, not shitty car speakers!” you were horrified at the mere thought, you liked the ritual of putting a new album on for the first time.
“Guess I’m just too impatient with masterpieces” Eddie winked at you and immediately regretted it as he handed over a bill to you. Why was he so awkward sometimes?! He groaned mentally.
“Next time you’re in I expect a full report.” You told him, deadly serious.
“Absolutely sweetheart.” Eddie left, looking once more behind him as he left, seeing you smiling to yourself as you picked up the magazine again.
Eddie knew from that moment he was fucked. Nobody at any shows would ever compare. The next day he sauntered back into the store, hoping you were working on a weekend, he was disappointed to know that your brother worked the weekend as you liked to attend as many gigs as you could on the weekend.
Eddie was back in the shop Monday morning, a grin on his face as he tumbled into the store. He called out your name and your head popped up from one of the rows near the back as he followed you down there.
“Heya sweetheart” Eddie said, leaning against the shelf.
“Hey yourself. What did you think of the album?” You asked excitedly, he thought you looked so cute all excited and chirpy
“It was like a religious experience and i ain’t had many of them let me tell you” you giggled at him and began searching through the shelves again.
“Let me show you something else, you don’t have to buy it, just borrow it for the day and see if you like it?” you picked out a few cds and handed them over.
“Are you sure sweetheart?” He looked over them, not hearing of some of the bands before
“Yeah sure I’ll be glad to hear your thoughts.” Eddie got suddenly excited that you wanted him to come back, and that Eddie had to come back to see you thrilled him.
“Hey, could watch the shop for a minute while i go grab a coffee and pastry?” Eddie heard your stomach growl and he chuckled
“Nonsense, it’s on me, for the cds” You smiled at him and thanked him as he left for coffee.
You bit into the delicious flaky pastry, a bit sticking to your mouth
“Oh you’ve got a bit of-“ Eddie gestured to your cheek. You desperately tried to brush it off after several attempts Eddie reached towards you, his hand gently brushing it off.
“There you go” Eddie whispered as he brushed it off and you both blushed.
You two had become closer over the last few months. He would often spend up to an hour at closing time when it was quiet just helping you tidy up and then walking you to your car. And when he was in at opening he would bring you coffee and pastries fresh from the cafe down the road. You were getting attached to him, you didn’t want to admit it. Hawkins was the last place you thought you’d end up but after a bad run in Los Angeles as a bartender, you thought you needed a change and it all fell into place. At first you thought Eddie’s extensive amount of time in the shop was normal, your uncle had warned you he was there a lot. But Ray tended to exaggerate with these things. Eddie was always on your mind, as soon as you got to the shop and opened up. Your head would whip around to the door every time the little bell dinged as the door opened. He was sweet and funny and a little flirty which often made your cheeks heat up. You were hoping he’d make a move but it had been a few months now and Eddie would still just come in to talk to you.
Eddie waited in a cafe around the corner from the record store, grabbing you your regular latte and pastry. He had some CD’s of his own to give you this time and he was very excited about it. This new found hobby he had of obsessively listening to the CD’s you gave him and thinking about what to give you next was his favourite pastime. Eddie was thinking about asking you out on a date but outside of being on stage he was a bit shy and you were the first girl to mean something to him beyond a girl at a show.
He walked towards the record store, checking his hair in a nearby store window and walked into the shop. He noticed you weren’t at the counter so he wandered through checking out the new releases, he heard your sweet laugh trickle through the store and he also heard another man’s voice speaking to you as you giggled. Eddie didn’t know what it was about but he felt immediately annoyed, his eyebrow raised as he lurked around the shop finding you in the back corner. He saw you talking to a tall dark haired man also with tattoos on his arms. Inside him was pure turmoil - partially because he knew he was overreacting but part because he really didn’t want any suspicion of his to be right.
“Eddie!” You shouted excited, too loud for the small space.
“You have to meet Luke! He was a bartender with me in California!! He was passing through town.” You spoke with adoring eyes for Luke, or so Eddie thought. He also thought it was bullshit, no one passes through Hawkins.
Eddie strained “Nice to meet you” before Luke gave you a quick hug and you two said your goodbyes.
After he left Eddie awkwardly gave you the pastry and coffee, watching as you took a bite.
“Is he ah, an ex?” Eddie found himself spilling out before he could stop.
“Oh, ah no just a friend who helped me out when I was there. Bit weird he stopped by though.” You shrugged and the pit in Eddie’s stomach slowly got smaller, he felt ridiculous to feel such jealousy for you.
“Okay sugar, I’ve got band prac so I’ve got to go but ah here’s some Cd’s i think you should hear. Let me know, yeah?” You smiled warmly at Eddie and his heart swelled in his heart and jeans.
You blew him a kiss as he walked to the door and Eddie swore under his breath as he walked to his van. Oh yeah he was totally fucked.
You knew he had a band that was slowly gaining traction and getting out there. It was his dream and you had passionately spoken about it with him. Watching him talk about the band and getting excited about getting out there more made you swoon. The way his smile lit up the entire shop, it was cheeky and earnest. And his eyes that were constantly on yours, his intense eye contact often made you lose your breath but you loved his attention. You had even started stocking the EP they had released, and playing it in store to spark conversation with other customers so you could gush over him.
Eddie rushed in one Friday morning a few weeks after running into Luke, you peaked through the window seeing the rest of his band in the van, looking packed in with gear.
“Morning sugar” His usual charm on high volume, he was in an excellent mood. The band had gotten a huge gig at a bar in a nearby town. It had a venue room that held about 500 people, and for them that was epic. Beyond huge, the biggest they had ever played somewhere, and away from home too!
“Would you mind putting this up in the window? I want as many people to come tomorrow night as they can!” You looked over the poster, a smile crept onto your face as your eyes met Eddies and you bit your lip in excitement for him.
“Of course Eddie. I’m so ecstatic for you! This is huge, your big break for sure. I will play nothing but Corroded Coffin all day!” You did a little hop skip of excitement around the counter and punched his arm.
“Seriously, super proud of you.” Eddie blushed at your words and looked at you once more before deciding to pull you into a crushing bear hug. You inhaled him, strong and musky, it made you warm inside.
“You better be coming tonight sweetheart.” He winked at you before there was a honk from the van, his bandmates clearly getting impatient. He gave them the finger and looked back at you.
“Seriously, I’ll put your name on the door, as you’re the only one in town who will stock the record.”
“Eddie I am the only record shop in town” you whined but he only smirked and gave your arm a quick squeeze before he ran out the door.
You heard the boys in the van all “whoooo” at the same time and you saw Eddie go bright red as they drove away
You stood in your room hours later, hair in rollers, stressing about which outfit to wear. This wasn’t a normal gig where you’d just throw on any old jeans and a ripped up old shirt. This was Eddie's big gig, you didn’t want to get lost in the crowd, you wanted him to know you were there supporting him. You settled on jeans anyway and an Iron Maiden shit, reminiscent of your first conversation. You tucked it in showing your stomach and went to the bathroom stressing about your hair and makeup.
Once you got inside the venue, you were excited but got a little disheartened at all the stunning girls at the gig. You felt like you couldn’t compare to these bombshells. You shot another drink for good luck, nodding your head along to the opening band. The butterflies in your stomach only intensified as they finished and everyone started closing in for Eddie. You usually got keen for gigs but you felt extra giddy and bouncy as it was his band, he had your heart in chains and he didn’t even know it. You settled for a spot a few rows back from the stage, snug against a wall. There were too many girls crowding the front to get any closer. The lights dimmed and you were smiling at the stage, nerves flying off of you in static waves.
Eddie came out on stage with his signature red guitar, tight black skinny jeans, a ripped up singlet that showed his biceps and tattoos and red boots. Eddie was also the vocalist and he sauntered up to the microphone, mouth close to it and welcomed and thanked the crowd for coming. There were a few cheers but mostly loud squeals from the few girls in the first couple of rows.
The first song played and the riff ripped through the venue, you were hooked. It was like ecstasy, his voice and playing sent you into a frenzy. You were headbanging in time with the guy next to you and shouting out the lyrics. A small mosh broke out and you pushed to be in the mosh, having the most fun you’d had at a show. Their presence was electrifying and the whole crowd could tell they were witnessing something special.
Eddie was the most charismatic frontman. So much so that during one of their dirtier songs he lent down and started singing to her, eyes staring directly into the girl's soul, her hands were on his legs grabbing and touching. He did the same to a few other girls throughout the set. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. You sank to the back of the crowd. You knew it had to be part of the show and his presence but the way he sang to them hurt you more than you could admit. You suddenly didn’t feel special, Eddie had this way of making you feel like you were the queen in his kingdom. He was so charismatic and charming and on stage it was amplified. You slumped against the back wall of the venue, now replaying all the closing chats you had where you talked about your hopes, dreams and fears. Before the gig you were sure he likes you at least a little bit in the way your heart swelled at the mention of his name. Seeing him sing to the girls reminded you that he treated every girl the way he did with you and you tried to enjoy the end of the show without feeling sorry for yourself.
After the gig ended you headed back out and lingered around the main bar for a while, nursing a gin and tonic deciding if you should go knock on the shared dressing room for the boys. Being on the list gave you certain advantages. Out of the corner of your eye you saw one of his bandmates, Gareth, gesturing for you to come over, he was headed back with a tray of drinks.Gareth had been in the store with Eddie a bunch of times. You drew a deep breath, scared to face Eddie feeling sad about unreturned feelings, but your feet started moving towards the backstage door.
You followed through the door behind Gareth and were met with several girls in the dressing room, all giggling and one sitting very close to Eddie, hand on his arm who had his back to you on the couch. You awkwardly stood near the door as Gareth hustled to the table to set the drinks down.
“Look who found her way here” Gareth nudged Eddie, who tore himself away from the girl on the couch, she looked at you intensely.
Eddie grinned at you, you felt your heart twinge at the sight, beating faster with anxiety as he came closer to you. He handed you a beer and you skulled a few sips with him. You were loose tongued when you were tipsy and you were worried you may just pour your feelings out onto him and he would go back to the table of groupies.
Instead you pulled yourself together, “That was one hell of a show Eddie '', he clinked his bottle against yours, biting his lip as you said that. You averted your eyes from his lip biting, knowing any kind of light flirting would make you sad knowing if you didn’t walk in he would probably be making out with that girl.
“I know right! I was worried you weren’t here, couldn’t see you in the crowd” he pouted at you and your heart strings pulled, heart filling with warmth for him against your wishes. You didn't want to be hurt.
“I was in the mosh mostly, too far back to see me. That's why my hair is all messed up.” you gestured to your wavy poofy hair.
“You have never looked more spectacular than you do right now. You’re gorgeous”
Eddie reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, your heart hammering as he did. You both audibly heard the girl on the couch scoff.
“Let's get some air?” Eddie suggested and you nodded.
You found yourself in a cozy corner of the smokers area, falling into conversation easily with Eddie as he lit up a cigarette and another round of drinks had made its way to your table, perks of being the band playing. Your inhibitions were lowering and you were gaining confidence when you said, “do you usually fuck all those girls in your dressing room after shows?”
Eddie was taken aback by the question. You had talked about your love lives before, exes and the like but never about something like this. Eddie looked at your face, he could tell you were annoyed by the girl he was speaking to before. Eddie hesitated
“I used to sleep with one or two, once our shows started getting a bit bigger. But I’m not really a one night stand person.” You considered, a little more annoyed than you originally thought.
“Yeah but if I hadn’t showed up to distract you, you would’ve fucked that girl in there tonight” You acccused, taking a swig of your drink.
“No I wouldn’t have! If anything, her conversation was a distraction. And what about your friend from Cali huh?” Eddie argued back. You blamed the alcohol for why you were feeling this way but you couldn’t stop now
“He means nothing! Don’t turn this on me, Eddie. it’s almost shameful how intimate you are with those girls in the crowd.” You strained, you felt a lump in your chest, heaving with every word.
“Sweetheart, that's just for the show, got to get everyone riled up!” You didn't say a word and he sighed, placing a hand on your knee and rubbing it. Eddie swallowed hard
“You know I-.. I haven’t even thought about kissing anyone. Anyone at all except you darlin’. I don’t even think about other women like that, I only ever think about you” Eddie searched your face for some sign of reaction. His hand on your knee moved to lift your chin up to meet his eyes.
“Eddie, you make me feel things I have never felt before. And- and I'm scared to get hurt.” You whispered out, looking into Eddie's warm brown eyes, breathless at your admission. Eddie placed his hand on your bar stool and dragged it as close as possible. His knee nestled in between your legs, your thighs touching. Eddie cupped your cheek, letting his hand run down to your neck, thumb trailing along your jaw to your mouth. He had brought his face closer to yours, your hearts hammering together in sync.
He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and you kissed lightly. Eddie stared at you, his hand slithering to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, your lips a mere inch apart.
He cupped your neck and jaw again, before you lost your composure and lent in, brushing your lips against his plush ones. He exhaled sharply, bringing his other hand up to cup your jaw with both hands as he shifted close to you and entangled your lips again. You gasped as he sucked in your bottom lip, fiercely kissing you. Your hand fumbled for his shirt and collar, desperate to feel him. Eddie took a breath and before he could move, you kissed him again, licking his bottom lip as his tongue met yours and slid over your bottom lip into your mouth. You moaned against him, hand clutching and squeezing his thigh. Eddie stood up, pressing his body into yours. Eddie pulled back from the kiss to look at you, your lips were swollen, lipstick smearing a bit onto his lips.
“Look at you, shit, all fucked out and I haven’tt even gotten started” he whispered, hand behind your neck pulling you close as he nuzzled into your neck. He kissed your neck lightly, testing the waters as you gasped and let your hand disappear into his curly locks. Eddie kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck, you felt your pussy warm and clench everytime he would bite and suck, each time with more vigor and lust. You could feel Eddie’s dick against you. That alone made you whimper against him.
“I have a room upstairs, we have a gig tomorrow so I figured why not-” You cut Eddie off with a bruising kiss, tangling your hands in his hair.
“Yes, take me there” You whimpered out, completely under his control and absolutely soaking for him.
He grabbed your arm, leading you back inside and up a stairway, you stumbled into his room, breathless.
Eddie pushed you against the wall and engulfed you in a kiss, fire exploded in your stomach as you sunk down to your knees, staring up at him, his eyes full of lust.
“I have been wanting to do this for a long time” You whispered, fumbling with his belt on his pants.
“Oh yeah? I’ve dreamed of seeing you on your knees for me” Eddie grabbed your chin and angled it to look up at him, satisfied at the already fucked out look you had on your face. You shimmed his jeans down a bit, stopping briefly, suddenly nervous to see him for the first time. Eddie instead took over, you looked down as he took his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down, groaning as he did.
“Look at me sweetheart.” Eddie said down to you, a command, not a question. Your eyes slowly crept up, you let out a breath seeing his cock at eye level, much bigger and prettier than you were expecting. Eddie tapped it on your lips once before you took him in your mouth, licking the tip and then sucking in, until he hit the back of your throat. You breathed out harshly, refusing to let him slide out.
Eddie groaned deeply above you, sending waves between your legs, you moaned against him as you continued to suck greedily.
“Makin’ me feel so good baby, so good” Eddie mumbled lustily above you, entangling his hand in your hair and forcing more of him into your mouth, you groaned at the sensation. Eddie moved your head back and forth on his dick, your jaw slack for him, his moans were sending you into a frenzy, you gagged on him once before he slid out of your mouth.
“Dirty girl” he muttered, pulling you up and kissing you, tongue invading your mouth. His hands wrapped around you, his big hands grabbing your ass, he tested the waters by giving it a sharp slap and you gasped, convinced you’re dripping through your underwear.
Eddie pushed you onto the nearby bed, his weight crushing as he undid your jeans and dragged them off you, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he did. His hands ran over your bare thighs, thumbs digging in at the apex of your thighs. He teased your underwear waistband, snapping it against your skin before dropping his head right between your thighs, strong hands spreading them for him, and only him. He thumbed the cloth, right against your clit and you let out a whine that turned into a moan as he kissed your clit through the thin cloth. Eddie hooked his finger under the waistband and pulled them down slowly, spreading your legs once again. He slid his finger through your folds, you let out a whimper as he gathered your slick on his fingers and brought it to mouth, sucking it off.
“Just as sweet as I’d thought you’d be baby” Eddie grinned before thumbing your clit slowly, your head rolled back on the bed as he drew slow teasing circles on you, occasionally teasing your tight hole. He sunk his teeth into your thigh, short sharp breaths coming from you as you almost fell apart over Eddies touches.
“Please” You whimpered to him, Eddie’s wicked grin lighted his face.
“Please what?” he teased, his hand abruptly stopping on your cunt.
“Please… fuck me” you writhed on the bed, desperate for pleasure.
“No, I'm not done with you yet.” Eddie growled and pinned your left thigh down and spread your folds, slipping two fingers inside of you, a high moan escaping your lips.
Eddie’s fingers were long and found that sensitive spot inside you quickly as his fingers moved deliciously inside you, filthy noises escaping your mouth at the squelch of your wetness on his fingers. He thumbed your clit at the same time, you felt your build up quickly, but something felt different, more intense as his fingers relentlessly brought you higher and higher.
“Eddie” his name left in a high pitched whine, your hips lifted off the bed as you felt your release flood through you, you shivered, lifting your hips off the bed. You felt extra wet as Eddie continued to fuck you with his fingers, you twitched beneath him, overstimulated.
“Thats it good girl, good fucking girl.” He praised as his movements slowly came to a stop.
You lay on the bed breathless, hair sticking to your neck, but Eddie wasn’t near done yet.
“You squirted sweetheart, have you done that before or was it all for me?” Eddie crawled onto you, settling between your legs, tugging his hard cock as he did.
“All for you, only for you” You replied, looking up at him. His chest lean, arms muscular and covered in tattoos, his face strained as he jerked himself off. Eddie suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him, kissing you deeply as he slid in, a sharpness you weren’t expecting as he stilled inside you.
“Come on sweet girl, you can take me.” Eddie peppered kisses onto your face as he moved slowly, long languid thrusts into your tight dripping pussy.
Pleasure slowly took over you and you hooked your arms around his ass, pulling him tight against you, needing to feel him everywhere, the feeling of Eddie was addictive.
Eddie brought his hand to your neck, running his thumb over your lip which you took into your mouth eagerly, earning a deep moan from Eddie above you. Eddie snapped his hips to yours, pressing your legs above your shoulders as his thrusts became faster and deeper.
You were moaning loudly, not caring if the whole hotel heard you, your eyes shut tightly as he deepened the angle of his hips. You had never felt so full in your life, Eddie kept fucking you, his balls slapping on your leg. Eddie's hand found your clit, rubbing slowly again, you whimpered under his touch, unsure how much more you could take. Your breath was ragged, you were so close.
“Eddie I’m gonna-” Eddie chuckled and stopped his movements, you groaned loudly beneath him as he withdrew from you.
“Nononono” you whined, jerking your hips up to nothing, as he moved to stand on the edge of the bed. He grabbed your ankles, yanking you to the edge and forced your head down into the mattress.
You whined and shook your ass in front of him.
“Eddie, please” you started playing with yourself in front of him, needing him.
He tapped himself over your clit a few times, making you move your hand as he pushed your back down further into the bed while holding your hips up for him. Eddie slid back in, that familiar full feeling returning as he thrusted against you, his balls slapping your clit each thrust.
“Fuck you feel so good from this angle, so good for me, so wet sweetheart” Eddie was losing it because of you, each thrust sent him closer and closer, he felt the familiar warming in his lower stomach.
Eddie reached round and rubbed circles on your clit and you let out a loud moan, hips moving with his. You felt your stomach tighten as his cock continued to fill you up, each thrust sending you closer.
“Eddie” you warned him, high pitched moans stringing out of your mouth.
You crashed over the edge as Eddie fucked hard and deep into you, every word fell from your mouth as you moaned for him, he gave a final thrust before a deep gutteral moan left his lips, his hot come spilling into you.
“Fuck sweetheart” His deep voice groaned as he collapsed next to you.
You stayed there for a few moments staring at each other in the post hue of sex, he was smiling widely at you.
“I suppose I better take you on a date now huh?” He said wiping his hair from his face and tying it into a bun
“Yeah you better rockstar”
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Summary: reader and Sam go to the premiere of their new spicy romance drama.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, movie star!reader, flirting, sexual tension, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, quickie, unprotected car sex, filth
Word count: little over 5k | not edited
There’s a surprise at the end but don’t skip ahead 😉
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"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Sam's voice causes you to jump slightly.
You look over at the balcony next to yours, "Are you?" You smile, turning to face him as you lean against the metal banister.
He leans forward onto his elbows, "I mean, I'm nervous. I can't lie about that."
You nod, "Yeah, about a hundred people are going to watch us-" you put air quotes, "-have sex, with us in the room."
Sam laughs, "Yeah, talk about awkward."
"I agree, but two people denying the love that's obviously there, and finally when they give in.. I think we made a good movie.. all around." You walk over, looking down over the edge, "It's literally midnight and there's photographers?"
Sam looks over, shaking his head as he laughs, "Of course. They're waiting to see if we try and sneak out together."
"Mhm." You sigh, "Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Makeup team will be here early."
"Night." Sam says, watching you go into your room. A few seconds later you hear his door shut and you let out a sigh.
The tension was obviously there, but neither one of you wanted to make a move.
You crawl into bed, setting an alarm on your phone before lying down. You toss and turn a few times until you get comfortable enough to drift off to sleep.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
The sound of your alarm blaring, causes a groan to leave your lips. You reach over, searching desperately for your lock button before you sit up.
Your hands move to your face, rubbing your eyes as you try and wake yourself up.
You looked around your quiet and dim hotel room, waiting for the spark to get you to finally get up. You swing your legs over the edge, pushing yourself to stand up.
You walk over to the shower, turning on the water and you wait a few minutes for it to warm up before stripping down and getting in.
It was obvious you grew feelings for your friend and co-star.
That's what made the movie so good, at least, to you it did.
But, Sam felt the same.
As you get out of the shower, there's a knock on your door, "Coming!" You yell out as you wrap a towel around your body.
You walk to the door and Chelsea with her hair and makeup crew are standing there, "Hey, Chels. Come in."
She smiles, flipping on the light switch as she walks in, "So I was thinking of a loose, beach wave curl? Maybe pinning it to the side?"
You nod, "That's fine with me. Whatever you think is best." You laugh and walk over to the chair.
"Oh honey. Were you up all night thinking about that boy again?" Chelsea asks and you whip your head around, "Shush!" You laugh pointing, "His room is next to mine."
"Oh, oh! Sorry." She smirks and shakes her head, "Well fix you right up, honey. Don't you worry."
"I never do." You smile and close your eyes as she starts to blow dry your hair.
Two hours later, she spins you around and you look like a whole new person, "amazing as always."
She smiles and walks over, unzipping the dress bag, "Now did the final touch." She pulls the dress and the hanger out and holds it up, "What do you think?"
"If this is just for the press conference, I'm actually really excited to see my dress for the premiere tonight." You walk over, fingers running over the black fabric of the simple, yet elegant cut out blazer dress.
"Oh yeah, we like to keep things a little bit more casual for the conferences, but for the premiere." She smiles, "You're going to look even more incredible."
"That's what I mean." You shake your head, taking the dress, "I'll be right back."
You go and get changed, looking at yourself in the mirror before you walk back out. The team's jaws drop.
"That looks beautiful on you." Chelsea says, "we do such great work." She laughs slightly, "You're definitely going to have his attention."
She winks and you smirk, leaning in to whisper, "I think I already do."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
"Five minutes! Car is leaving in five minutes!"
There's a knock on your door and you stand up from your chair, smoothing out your dress. You grab your bag, making sure you have everything before walking over to your door.
As you open it and step out, Sam does the same thing.
You turn, facing each other.
A smile grows on your lips as you see him smirk, "Ready?" He extends his arm out and you walk over to him, "As I'll ever be." You laugh, sliding your hand around his arm.
You make your way to the elevator and step on.
The doors close and you just can't take your eyes off of Sam's reflection. You can't get over how good he looks in his outfit - the knit, copper colored short sleeve turtleneck, with the white pants and black boots.
The round, metal, clear frame glasses just complete the look in the best way possible.
"You look beautiful." Sam turns his head, looking down at you. You look away from the elevator doors and up at him, "Oh thank you. You too, uh, I mean. Handsome. You look very handsome, Sam."
He smirks, looking down as the doors open. Both Your's and Sam's security greet you as you walk off.
You walk to the front doors, making your way outside where a bunch of fans and photographers have been waiting hours for you to make your appearance.
"Y/n! Sam!"
"Can you answer some questions!"
"are you off to the conference? Y/n! Y/n!"
"Sam! Are you two dating? Sam, y/n!"
Multiple questions hit you all at once, all you can do is smile and wave as you walk to the car. Sam lets you get in first before getting in next to you.
"That's always crazy." Sam sighs, laughing as he leans forward to watch the crowd walk towards the car as you drive away.
"Yeah, it's always like that." You laugh shaking your head, "Did you hear the one question?"
He shakes his head, looking at you.
You smile, shaking your head, "They asked if we were dating. That's absolutely.. crazy."
"Yeah." Sam laughs slightly, "So crazy."
You chew on the inside of your lip, looking out the window, "So what questions do you think they're going to ask?"
"Definitely about that one particular scene." Sam glances over at you, smirking as he looks away, "It'll probably be the first question of them all."
"Yeah, that's not surprising." You laugh, "I'm actually more nervous than I was up in the hotel room."
Sam lays his hand on yours, "If you get nervous, just look at me." He smiles as you look at him, "I'll be right there."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
You arrive at the venue, Sam stepping out first. He turns around, holding his out to help you out.
You slide your hand in his, the crowd growing louder as you walk with Sam down the carpet towards the stage.
You smile, waving to the fans that showed up.
Stopping for pictures for the photographers, both single shots and shots of you and Sam together.
Your arm is around his waist as his arm crosses over hours to hold you hip tight. He leans in, his voice quiet, "You're doing great."
You smile, looking up at him and the photographers eat it up, "Just like that!"
"Stay like that!
"Perfect chemistry!"
You laugh slightly as you hold your smile, although it wasn't a fake smile.
It was a genuine, real smile because of who was looking back at you.
Sam makes you feel safe and comfortable no matter where you are.
"Alright." The director of the conference walks up to you, "Take your seats. Sam you're in the last seat on the left, y/n." She looks at you, "Right next to him."
You nod, giving her a smile as you make your way to the stage with Sam.
You sit down, giving him a small smile as you see everyone flock to their seats.
Your handed a microphone, along with Sam and everyone else on the stage.
"Alright, everyone." The director, Wendell, walks out into the stage, the crowd clapping as a welcome to him, "Are we ready to begin?"
You fix your posture, sitting up straighter. You wipe your palms on the skirt of your dress and take a deep breath.
"First off, I'd like to introduce the leading people of this movie, Samuel Golbach and Y/N Y/L/N."
You and Sam stand up, waving to the crown and smiling before sitting back down as Wendell introduces the other people on the stage.
"Alright, so without further a do, have at them." He motions to you and Sam, but then brings the mic back to his lips, "But be gentle, I need them at the premiere tonight."
He chuckles and walks to his seat.
All at once, everyone in the crowd raises their hands and Wendell points to a lady in the front, "Go head, miss, pink blouse."
The woman stands up, "Sam, y/n. I know that you two were friends well before booking these roles." She pauses and you and Sam nod, "Did filming the sex scene in this movie affect how you look at each other, or affect your relationship in general?"
"Ooh." Sam sighs with a smile as he looks over at you, "Diving right into it, I see." He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks back to the lady, "Not at all, for me at least. I don't know about her."
He nods to you, laughing as he looks over at you.
You bring the mic up, looking out onto the crowd, "I think Sam and I are pretty much bulletproof, you know? We've been friends for years, ever since my fourth birthday party when I had to invite the whole class."
You laugh, looking over at a smiling Sam, "Nothing really weirds us out. Sam's seen the worst of me and he still calls me his friend so, no. I think we're good, maybe even closer now?"
"Thank you." The lady sits down and a man raises his hand, standing up when Wendell points to him, "I think I'm asking for everyone when I ask, are you guys an official thing? Couple?"
You glance over at Sam and he takes the lead, "Nope. Just friends as of right now."
"As of right now?" The man asks, "Does that mean there's a potential things might happen?"
You laugh slightly, "I think we're just kind of doing our own thing right now, focusing on the PR for this movie, just going with the flow."
"I fully one hundred percent agree." Sam nods, smiling at you before looking back to the crowd.
"Alright, thank you." The guy nods and sits down.
Another man stands up, "How were your feelings when you found out that you two got casted together, with being friends before?"
"I was actually really exited. Y/n is amazing at what she does, I honestly couldn't have picked anyone better for this role. She absolutely smashed it and I knew she was going to." Sam smiles, looking at you.
You smile holding your hand up to block his face, "Don't look at, putting too much pressure on me now." You laugh, dropping your hand, "Um, yeah. I was actually really excited, too. With knowing Sam for a long as I have, it almost felt natural."
"Almost like.. you guys were really together?" The reporter smirks and you laugh slightly, "I mean, in a way, yeah. It more or less felt like our character were really together the whole time, if that makes sense?"
The reporter nods, "Thank you."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
After some time, the questions went to normal questions about the movie and you answered them with more ease than the first couple.
"Alright. So I'm sure we'll be seeing you all at the premier, so until then, let's give these talented people some love." Wendell motions to you all on the stage before he starts to clap.
You all stand up, waving and giving the people praise for being here.
Wendell walks up to you and Sam, "You guys have some time before you need to be at the premier, so just take some time, take a nap, whatever it is you need to do."
"Okay. Sounds good, what time again?" You ask and he looks at you, "Be there by four thirty. Premier is at six, but that'll give you guys time to greet fans and such." He sighs, "You guys are seriously making headlines. I'm so proud of you both."
You smile up at Sam and Sam nods, "Thank you, sir."
Wendell pats his shoulder, "Now go. Take a break."
Sam leads you to the car. The driver opens the door and you get in followed by Sam. Sam gives a wave, smiling before the door is shut, "I'm starving."
You groan, "Oh my gosh. Me too." You look over at him and he looks at you, both saying the same thing, "Pizza?"
You both laugh and nod, again in unison, "Yes!"
You sigh, "Works for me." You lean forward, "Can we stop at that pizza place that's up here on the corner?"
"Of course, miss y/l/n."
You rest your head back, "I'm so excited for this after party tonight."
"Why so you can get drunk?" Sam smirks and you nod, "Well, yeah. How else do you celebrate the release of a new movie?"
"No, you're right." Sam chuckles, "So you don't think our relationship is any different?"
Your mind starts racing, what does he mean by that? Different? As in, I want to be with you, different? I want to have sex with you for real, different?
"No." You shake your head, looking over at him, "Why would it be?"
He shrugs, "I mean-"
The driver cuts off Sam, "We've arrived."
You stare at Sam for a few seconds, seeing if he'll continue, but he doesn't. He just changes the subject, "So just cheese or pepperoni?"
"Um, pepperoni of course." You smile and he rolls his eyes, "Should have known." He winks and gets out, walking around to open your door.
You get out, walking into the building with him.
As you eat your lunch, you just converse back and forth about how you think the premier will go. How blind you'll be afterwards from all the camera flashes.
"I think tonight will go good." You nod, wiping the corner of your mouth with the napkin.
"How so?" Sam asks as he finishes his piece of pizza.
"Because you always make everything better." You smile, "You know how nervous I get and you just.." you wave your hand down once in front of your face, "take it all away."
"When you know someone for long enough, it's easy." He smiles, "You do the same, I was so anxious about answering questions and each time I looked at you I knew exactly what I wanted to say."
You smile, looking down, "So sweet."
He sighs, "I think.. the after party is going to be so much fun."
You nod, "We're always fun when we're drunk."
"If I start wall twerking.. take me home." Sam points to you and you nod, "Got it, boss."
He laughs, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he looks at you. You smile, your cheeks turning slightly red, "What?"
He shakes his head, "Nothing."
You smile, standing up, "Come on. We have about three and a half hours to get ready." Sam groans, "Fine, fine."
You make your way back to the hotel, having small talk about your favorite parts of the movies. Basically, rehearsing what you're going to say to the potential questions of the night.
Sam walks you to your door and as he's looking down at you, the tension of sharing a real kiss burning between the two of you, the elevator door opens and our comes Chelsea and her team.
"I'll see you in a few." Sam smiles, "have fun."
You laugh slightly, nodding, "Your team will be up soon, too."
He sighs, "Oh yeah. Don't remind me." He steps back to his door as Chelsea walks up, "Alright. We have only a short amount of time."
"We have three hours?" You laugh and Chelsea looks at you with a serious look, "Like I said, short amount of time. Now scoot."
She cracks a smile and you roll your eyes, laughing as you unlock your door.
"So." She says as the door closes, "Things seem to be heating up between you and Mr. Co-star."
You sit down in the chair, "Mm. I think they've been hot.. we just haven't really had time to think about them until now, you know?"
She nods, brushing your hair, "Exactly."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
"Okay, now.. turn." She steps back and you turn, mouth falling open as you look at yourself in the mirror.
Hair and makeup perfect.
But the backless, v neck, deep rust orange colored dress that fits your body perfectly takes your breath away.
The way it sparkles in the light is just beautiful.
"Oh I love this." You twist to look at the back, "I love this."
Chelsea laughs, "You said that, twice."
"And I'm going to keep saying it." You laugh, "What time is it?"
She smiles as she checks her watch. Her smile fades, "Shit, time for you to go!" She hands you your bag with everything already in it, "Have fun tonight." She winks and walks over to open the door, "Let me know how it goes."
You smile as you walk out, "I will. Don't you worry."
You turn, stopping in your tracks when you see Sam standing there with his mouth slightly open.
"Sam?" You laugh, "You okay? We gotta go."
"They can wait, I just want to look at you for a second." Sam walks over, taking your hand in his so he can spin you around, "This is probably my favorite dress I've seen you in."
Your cheeks grow a darker shade of the pink that's already dashed on them, "Sam." You brush hair from your face and look up at him as he walks in front of you, "You are gorgeous."
His eyes are on yours and you smile, "Thank you."
Chelsea opens the door and Sam rolls his eyes slightly as he looks away.
"What are you still doing here!? Go! Go go!" She shoos you away and Sam sighs as he pulls you with him, "She has the most.. impeccable timing."
You laugh slightly, knowing he's being sarcastic, "Yeah. Tell me about it."
Sam was wearing a black, long sleeve, knit turtle neck and it was tucked into his brown and black, simple plaid dress pants. Same glasses from this morning and black dress shoes.
You step into the elevator, waving to Chelsea as her head is still outside of the door watching you, "Bye!"
She waves, smiling as she shakes her head. The doors close and before you say anything, Sam turns you to him, pointer finger resting gently under your chin as he presses his lips to yours.
Your eyes close as you finally get that first kiss that's been burning to happen.
He leans back, opening his eyes the same time you do and you both smile.
"Sorry I just.. had to do that before anything else interrupted us." He laughs slightly, "I've been thinking about doing it all fucking day."
You shake your head, "Don't ever say sorry for doing that." You pull him back in, your lips going onto his again.
You step back, sliding your hand into arm. You look up at him, bringing your thumb up to wipe away the lipstick that slightly transferred onto his lips.
He smirks and you smile as the doors open. Security greets you, "Ready?"
You and Sam nod, "As ever."
They lead you to the car, smiling and waving to the fans and all before you get in. Sam helps you with your dress and gets in.
The door shuts and you look over at him, "So."
He smirks, moving to lay a hand on your knee that's poking out of the one slit in your dress, "So.."
Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes and you both lean in. Your hands messing up his hair as your fingers comb through it.
His hand slipping under the fabric of your dress to pull you closer by your thigh.
You've been wanting this.
Needing this.
But it wasn't just you.
Sam has been dying to get his hands on you - off camera.
He kisses down your neck, fighting back the urge to leave a mark. He wanted the people to know that you were his, and as much as he wanted to, he didn't want to take away from the big night that surrounds the release of your movie.
"Sam.." you breathe out, "Were almost there."
"Mhm." He kisses back up to your lips, "I know." He presses a few kisses to your lips and leans back, holding your leg over his lap, "So does this mean you're mine now?"
He smirks and you smile, catching your breath, "Oh yeah." You lean in, fixing his hair before pecking his lips, "Wendell was right, we're definitely making headlines."
Sam chuckles fixing your dress, trying to get you to look as normal as you did before you entered the car.
The car comes to a stop and Sam winks at you, "Let's do this, baby."
The door opens, allowing the muffled screams to become loud. Sam steps out, repeating the process of helping you out.
He makes sure you're good before moving out of the way, allowing the public to see you for the first time.
The cameras flash. The people are screaming.
You felt on top of the world, especially with Sam by your side.
You walk up the carpet, Sam's arm around your waist, stopping on the marks for pictures. You'd walk ahead, getting single shots before turning around to wait for Sam.
His hand slips into yours and that causes everyone to become curious.
"Y/n!" The one reporter waves to you. You walk over, Sam still with you and she smiles, "You guys look phenomenal tonight!"
You smile, "Thank you."
Sam nods, "Thank you."
"So I see a little hand holding action, does this mean what I'm assuming everyone else thinks?" She raises a brow and Sam leans in, "I'll just say this." He laughs, "You guys can think what you want, we know what we are."
He winks and the reporter leans back, "Ohhh." She smirks, looking from Sam to you, "Girl. I'm jealous."
You laugh, looking over to see other photographers waiting, "oh, we gotta go."
"Gotta keep the line moving, right?" Sam shrugs with another laugh and you walk away, moving to the next mark.
As you're standing there getting your pictures taken, Sam's hand runs up your bare back, causing a shiver to go down your spine.
You turn your head, looking up at him and without hesitation, his finger is under your chin and his lips are on yours.
The crowd. Goes. Nuts.
Screaming. Crying. Flashes from the cameras. All at once.
You smile within the kiss and turn, "Thank you!" You wave and walk into the theater. Everyone who's sitting down stands up to greet you and Sam, with clapping and whistling.
You smile, waving to everyone in there before making your way to your seats.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·
You were smiles the whole time.
"Let's give another round of applause for our leading couple!" Wendell claps and everyone rises to their feet around you and Sam.
Sam leans in, "I think it's a hit." He pecks your cheek, standing up to pull you to your feet. You look around, saying thank you for the people around you.
Everyone was cheering.
You really felt like you were on top of everything now.
"To everyone on the list for the after party.." Wendell says and points, "I'll see ya there." He claps and walks out.
You and Sam spend a few minutes making your way around to people, making small talk and getting praised.
"You guys were absolutely incredible." A woman says taking your hand into hers, "The tension was almost like it was happening in real life and you used that to your advantage. I loved it."
You smile, "We work very well together.." you glance over at Sam, who is smiling huge and taking pictures with a few people, "Don't we?"
She embraces you in a hug and congratulates you again before walking away. You walk over to Sam, snaking your arm around his waist, "Ready? I need to change before we head to the party."
"Chelsea isn't going to be there is she?" He huffs and you laugh, "No. I texted her to just leave my dress on the bed before she left this last time."
"Good. Because I want some time with my girl before we're flocked again." He kisses your head and you walk back out to where the cameras are flashing and people are still screaming.
You nod towards a group of people and he nods. You all over and the fans go wild.
"Hi!" You say as you walk up to them.
You and Sam sign a few things, take some pictures, chit chat for a quick second before making your way back to the car.
As soon as the door is shut, Sam's hands are pulling you to him.
You were basically in his lap.
His hands squeeze your waist as your lips move with his. He moves your hips, causing you to grind down on him.
A low groan escape his lips and you smirk, "Someone's rowdy."
He scoffs, "You have no idea." His lips move down your neck, biting gently as his hand slides up your bare back, pressing into your skin.
He lightly drags his nails down your back and you gasp quietly, exhaling as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
"Do we need to go to the party?" He asks lowly and you smile, "I mean.. we have to make somewhat of an appearance, right?"
"Mmm." He groans, "I want you, so fucking bad."
You glance back, "Take us straight to Jewel's please."
The driver nods and you press the button that puts the partition up. You look back at Sam, "Now we got twenty minutes. Don't make a mess on my dress."
"Deal." He pulls you in, kissing you as your hands move down to undo his belt. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress away.
His fingers slip between your legs, rubbing your clit through your panties, "Wet already?"
You unzip his pants, "See for yourself."
You lift up slightly so he can push his pants down, freeing his cock. Your eyes move from his lap to his eyes as you shift forward.
He slides your panties to the side and you sink down onto his cock.
Your mouth falls open, pulling his hair as you feel him stretching you out. His hands grip your wait, pinning your dress up to keep it out of the way.
"Fuck." He breathes out, "Better than pretending. That's for sure." He smiles, bucking his hips up slightly.
You nod, "Oh, yeah. I agree." You whimper as you start to ride him, rising up and sinking back down. You roll your hips, moaning quietly as you rest your forehead against his
He slides a hand up your back, dragging his nails down your back. You tilt your head back, moaning out as his hand wraps around your hair, pulling it to keep it back.
Sam sucks a mark into your neck, moving down a little to suck another one.
You clench around his cock, panting as you feel yourself building up to that knot in your stomach snapping.
He wraps his other arm around your waist, moving to lay you down onto the seat. He picks up the thrusts, groaning into your neck.
"Feels so fucking good." He moans out quietly, "Fuck, baby."
You wrap your leg over his waist as your arms go around his neck, "Fuck, Sam, yes yes yes." You arch your back, head falling back as you fight back from moaning loudly.
"Let go for me, baby." Sam whispers and you look up at him, locking eyes for a second before leaning your head up to close the space between your lips.
You one hand moves to the side of his neck. He swallows your moans with ease as you grow closer and closer.
"Come on, baby. Times almost up." Sam mumbles against your lips, "I wanna get you off first."
That was enough. You throw your head back, moaning as you come undone around him. Pleasure taking over every single inch of your body as you cum.
Sam's quick to follow as his thrusts grow sloppy and slow down gradually.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you look up at him, taking a deep breath before kissing him.
"You're absolutely perfect in every. Single. Way." Sam smiles down at you and you can't help but shake your head, "I love you."
He bites his lip, a smile still on his face, "I love you."
There's a knock on the partition, "Pulling up now."
"Shit."
"Fuck."
You and Sam quickly scramble to get fixed, "I'll just go straight to the bathroom." You laugh, "Are you good?"
Sam nods, buckling his belt, "You have no idea." He laughs, brushing his hair with his fingers, "Are you?"
You nod, "Let's go celebrate."
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Parings: Frank Castle x Reader
A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this please be nice I can’t take bullying :)
I grip his length in my small hands he’s so thick and long he grabs the back of my head and pulls me up for a kiss, he gently guides me as I lick it with little teasing licks, He groans.
“like a lollipop pretty baby, atta girl there ya’ go”
he says In a deep groggy voice.
The noises that are being made are so dirty, the gagging. It’s music to his ears.
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LET’S TRY SOMETHING NEW - ETHAN LANDRY 🩵 (sub!ethan)
REQUESTED!
SUMMARY: your boyfriend, ethan landry, finds your strap on after you spend months trying to hide it from him. you’ve been shy about the idea of pegging until now.
warnings: smut, pegging, use of sex toys, palming, sucking
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it was a sunny tuesday, but the continuous honking of cars that echoed through the streets of nyc weren’t really helping with the peace.
your boyfriend, ethan landry, was your sense of peace though. he was a respectful and kind boy who always brought some sort of light to your day no matter how shitty you felt.
he was the only thing you really needed to survive your 4 years of hell. and you were grateful that you both attended the same college which meant that separation anxiety was out of the picture.
he was also a very curious boy who had all sorts of questions. and it was clear that he was some sort of experimentalist.
“y/n?” he called out in a soft spoken voice, his cheeks became flushed while he mustered up the courage to ask a risky question.
“yes, baby?” you answered back in the same sweet tone that he just called your name in. you always went out of your way to help ethan with whatever he needed.
“um..” he held up your strap on that you’ve been trying to hide from him for the past few months. you were always too shy to bring up the idea of pegging.
“oh..” was all that came out of your mouth, your lips forming an ‘O’ at the sight of your strap on being in the hands of your poor, innocent boyfriend who just discovered it in the pits of your messy drawers.
“what’s this?” he asks, his cheeks becoming more flushed from the awkwardness that was quick to fill the room. “well um..” you were having a hard time figuring out how to explain the strap on that was displayed in his hands.
“have you ever heard of pegging?” you asked, hopefully he wasn’t too corrupted to understand such a term. “no.” ethan says shyly, feeling stupid for not knowing. “well. pegging is an anal sex act. where a woman wears a strap on and she penetrates a mans anus.” you began, your cheeks becoming equally as flushed as his.
“oh.” ethan said, his eyes widening at the statement of you possibly penetrating his tight anus. “can— we try..?” he asked, waving the strap on in the air. you forgot that he was a very open boy who was open to new ideas. you didn’t understand why you were so worried about his opinion. he never said no to you in fact.
“yeah. of course.” you closed your laptop, pausing your school work. you walked up to ethan and gave him a small peck on the lips. “get comfortable in bed, i’ll be there in a few.” you gave him one more peck before you were off, changing into a more appropriate outfit for an occasion like this.
ethan made sure to take everything off besides his boxers so that you had something to work with at least. you put on a cute set of lingerie to match your strap on. once you walked into your bedroom, ethan was more than ready. instead of fear displayed on his face, he was more than excited. his eyes lit up and he immediately sat up, his eyes glued onto your lingerie set and that strap on that you had on.
“so cute..” you whispered before crawling onto the bed, placing two strong hands onto his shoulder so that you could keep him in place.
“use me..” he whined softly, his soft minty breath hitting your face which made you get aroused. he was being so submissive right now. and you loved every single bit of it. “will do.” you confidently answered before smashing your hungry lips onto his soft lips.
his large hands travelled up to your waist where he held you comfortably. you both continued to kiss passionately, the thrill of trying something out arousing you both more.
you began to work on his boxers, lightly palming him through the thin cloth that covered his hard arousal. you knew that he was supposed to be inside of you, but instead you were going to be inside of him.
“i want you inside of me already momma..” he whined. you became more aroused by the new nickname. you never knew that he could be that submissive and it was driving you insane. “be patient.” you ordered before ripping his boxers off, his cock springing right up.
you gave him one last look in the eye before trailing a few kisses down his chest. you finally reached his dick and you began to kiss it gently, treating it as if it were the most delicate thing.
you then wrapped your mouth on his tip, feeling the pre-cum coat your whole mouth. you loved the taste, it was different yet delicious.
you then began to suck his dick. sucking noises filled the room along with his soft whimpers and moans while he bucked his hips up every few moments every time he inched closer to his orgasm.
“m-mmmm…!” he whimpered while squirming. he was getting so overstimulated by the feeling of your pretty mouth taking his dick like a champ. “i-i wanna cum..” he whispered while gripping your hair into a ponytail. you felt his hips buck again which shoved his whole 8 inches into your mouth, making you gag slightly.
you then felt one last thrust into your mouth before ropes of warm cum coated the back of your throat. you loved the feelings of being filled to the brim, inside your mouth and inside of your tight pussy.
you swallowed his cum within one go, a soft smirk on your lips then formed. “you ready?” you asked while getting up from the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube. you put a good amount on your hand before glazing your strap on with the slippery substance.
“yes momma.” ethan whimpered softly, recovering from the overstimulation situation that happened a few moments ago.
“get on all fours.” you demanded. you were now the one truly in control. you liked the feeling although it was still quite foreign to you since you were always the one under.
ethan was being a good boy and got on all fours, leaving his tight anus exposed to you. you got behind him and rubbed his entrance with your slippery tip before inserting yourself into him, causing him to let out a gasp.
“it-it hurts..” he whines, tears stinging his eyes from the pain of being stretched out completely. “i know baby..” you answered, giving him some time to adjust to the size before beginning to thrust slowly but gently into him.
at first, his responses were soft cries. he was trying to get used to the feeling after all and you made it easier by giving him some time to adjust to it.
“mmmph..!” he whimpered loudly once you shoved the full length into him. you knew his painful cries turned into cries of pleasure once he tries to suppress his moans.
you continued to thrust at a comfortable rate. you made sure to go easy on him since it was his first time after all and you wanted him to experience little to no pain.
“i’m about to c-cum!” he whimpered out while his anus walls began to squeeze around your strap on. you sped up the pace a bit so that he could reach his orgasm more faster.
“f-fuck.. momma!” he moaned loudly before his body began to shake gently, his legs quivering after experience a life changing orgasm.
you pulled your strap on out, his creaminess coated it along with your lube that still remained on it.
“you did so good baby.” you complimented and gave him a soft kiss before removing the strap on. “thank you, momma”. he whispered back, giving you one last kiss on the lips.
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Could you write an Xreader- Pedro Pascal smut with age gap and daddy kink
Also riding and praise kink
disclaimer-> this was requested by an irl friend, so I just had to write it! (about requesting; click here)
this is just porn, no plot at all. pure filth, unrealistic for our favourite cinnamon roll but idgaf. i drew my inspo from this photoshoot!
You are new to this... being a photographer in Hollywood. So the excitement of meeting your celebrity crashes is still very much alive in you.
Today you have a scheduled photo shoot with the José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Obviously, there's a team accompanying you, but everything seems to disappear when you lay eyes on the masterpiece of a man that Pedro is.
Pedro's eyes widen slightly when you approach him to introduce yourself. He chuckles awkwardly, shaking your hand heartily.
Before you have time to wipe away the idiotic smile that has formed on your face, you are holding your camera and guiding his poses.
It quickly becomes clear that Pedro is fun to work with. He cracks the best of dad jokes and the way he looks at the lens has you soaking your panties.
The shoot is taking place in a motel somewhere outside of LA. During lunchbreak everyone parts ways, leaving you alone with your camera and naughty thoughts. Pedro is inside one of the motel rooms, getting changed into the next outfit the team has picked for him.
Now that the ice has been broken after working with him for hours, you feel confident enough to knock on the door of the room he currently occupies.
The sun outside is bright and when he lets you in, its rays make his frame glisten slightly. He's still shirtless. The air is heavy with desire, mixed with soft notes of lavender from the room's fragrance.
Inside his mind there's a dilemma. He's twice your age, but all he can think about is your perfect curves, your cleavage, your sweet smile.
Pedro bites his lip as he imagines you against him.
"Um... could I help you with anything kid?"
"Don't call me that."
"Fuck~"
The grown man in front of you has become tomato red, hands instinctually covering his crotch.
"You don't have to hide that..."
Your eyes are seductive and your tone makes Pedro swallow audibly.
"Y- you don't understand sweetie. I haven't.... haven't... in a while."
"All the more reason to do it now~"
That would be fucking incredible. His hardened cock twitches in anticipation at the thought of being buried deep inside you...
A moment of staring at each other with intent passes.
Pedro locks the door and you close the curtains.
The room starts to feel even hotter now that your shared desire has been revealed. Pedro's hands start roaming across his body, tracing patterns over his abdomen before cupping his balls through the fabric of his underwear. He groans softly, a thick bead of precum forms at the tip of his throbbing cock, yearning for your wet heat.
You grin. The sweet and shy man is gone. Pedro is pure dominance and power now.
"Be a good girl and take off your clothes for your da- for me."
"What did you say?" you teasingly ask while playing with your breasts.
He mumbles something under his breath.
"You're gonna take your clothes off now, for your daddy."
"Now we're talking."
And so you give him a little strip show. You begin by taking off your shirt, tantalisingly slow...
Pedro cannot wait any longer when your breasts bounce after taking off your bra.
The actor leans in, capturing your lips with his own, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth as he moans against you. Your taste sends shivers of pleasure through him, tongues dance and tangle while his hands roam further down your body, cupping your plump ass cheeks roughly before delivering a sharp slap that leaves a hot sting followed by pleasure.
He is quick to undress himself while you do the same with your remaining clothing.
As the intensity builds between you, Pedro whispers filthy things in your ear... promises of what he'll do to you once you're fully impaled on his thick shaft, describing in graphic detail how good it will feel.
You can't help but giggle playfully... In a swift motion, you put a hand on his wide chest, pushing him back until his calves hit the couch.
Pedro sits with his legs spread. His fat cock (slightly bent) is rigid against his lower stomach.
He's a sight to behold, that's for sure.
"...agh~ it's been a long day mi vida..."
Pedro can't help but groan when his cock twitches impatiently.
He pulls you close and helps you straddle him. His heart melts as you do so, his erection pressing against your wetness.
"Oh that's it darling. Take care of daddy... C'mon ride me baby, don't be shy~"
You are too turned on, too lost in the delicious haze of lust and desire.
You slowly sink down on Pedro's surprisingly girthy member.
To your delight he lets out a strangled moan, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He feels every inch of you surrounding him.
"Fuck yeah, that's it princess. Ride your daddy hard and fast."
He's breathless, hungry... but still patient enough to let you adjust to his size... before thrusting up to fill you completely with his cock.
You moan loudly against his chest.
(On top of everything, why does he have to smell so frickin' good?!)
You haven't even started moving on top of him and Pedro reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
"Such a pretty baby girl. Let daddy feel that sweet pussy of yours squeeze him tight."
Pedro's eyes roll back in ecstasy as he feels the warmth of your tight pussy enveloping his cock, as you finally begin to move up and down. Each inch you take feels like heaven, making him bite his lip to stifle moans and profanities.
His hips jerk upward involuntarily, trying to drive deeper into your welcoming heat.
"Ah... oh... it's too good... your pussy~"
"You play with my clit so nicely handsome..."
Your voice doesn't sound like your own in your ears. But the shocked and flustered expression on Pedro's features boosts your confidence.
You pick up the pace, slamming down on him harder and faster, chasing maximum pleasure.
He growls, his cock throbbing inside of you. Your shared moans and gasps fill the room as you both give in to passion.
"Fuck yes, babydoll... you're so damn tight!"
The actor's hands find their way to your hips, holding on tightly as he begins to move in unison with you.
Heavy breathing and the slapping sounds of your flesh meeting as you lose yourselves in the ecstasy is what could be heard if someone was to go knock on the door.
Pedro hasn't had sex in a while so he soon gets overwhelmed. He can feel himself being consumed by the pleasure your tight walls provide him with. As he nears his peak, he slows you down by grabbing your hips, prolonging his time with you.
He tries not to panic by the fact he almost came. Pedro starts nibbling on your neck and earlobe... regaining some sense of control.
"Shhh... baby doll," he whispers breathily into your ear. "You feel so fucking amazing around me... J- just slow down for a moment~"
You feel Pedro's grip on you tighten slightly as he fights against the impending orgasm that threatens to consume him. You indeed make your pace lighter, more shallow and slightly slower.
Even in this new pace, Pedro's orgasm is building rapidly within him despite his attempts to hold back. He knows that he needs to make this last. He wants you to remember him, to leave a long lasting impression on you.
Your moans and whines don't help, making him all too excited. He doesn't continue pounding into you, determined that if he does so, he'll cum immediately.
"C'mon princess... You gotta cum for daddy~"
The way you move your body, riding him slowly and sensually, has you seeing stars. You have never experienced anything like that.
You giggle playfully... the laboured expression on his face is both sexy and adorable.
"P- Pedro... I~"
Feeling your body tensing up, Pedro knows you're close. He leans in and kisses you deeply as he starts to meet your movements with his own, hips thrusting eagerly against your own.
You moan when you feel his cock hit that spongy spot deep inside you. You shiver and grasp at his arms for support, fingernails pressing into his skin.
So, with a final growl of effort, he pushes through the waves of ecstasy, filling you up completely as he cries out his release. His cock throbs violently inside you, spurting load after load of hot cum deep into your hungry pussy. The feeling is indescribable... It's raw and primal.
You're trembling more now, your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat but you still haven't cummed. A little more stimulation is all you need. He did come but doesn't plan on giving up until you do too.
"Oh, baby doll!"
Pedro feels a pang of emotion in his chest. The man's heart races, concern etching lines onto his handsome face. What if he can't make you orgasm?
Noticing his apprehension you cease riding him for a moment.
"Need to catch your breath?"
He simply nods.
His cock is already starting to harden again as he looks at your flushed face.
"Oh yes, baby girl. Daddy just wanted to recover real quick."
Running his fingers through your hair, he smirks mischievously.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow, my little whore. Do you understand?"
This sudden burst of dominance has you reeling. His goal is simple. He cummed. Now it's your turn.
Pedro starts thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock hitting all the right spots. He leans down to bite your neck, leaving a mark as he claims you as his own.
"You're mine, baby girl. All mine."
Your moans echo in the space you two occupy.
Feeling your body respond to his roughness, Pedro picks up the pace even more. His hips slam against yours time and time again.
"Tell daddy how much you love it when he fucks his little slut!"
You start writhing, tremblingly, as your own climax consumes you. You stutter his name. Only his name.
"Pedro... I- I love... I love it!!!"
Feeling your tight pussy squeezing him as you cum, Pedro knows you lost control as well. He slams into you, this time erupting without shame or guilt.
"Fuck yes baby! That's it! Take all of daddy's cum!"
"Oh... Oh God~"
"Did my little slut enjoy that? Did she cum hard for her daddy?"
Pedro kisses you passionately, his hands roaming your body. He holds you close as he slowly pulls out of you, his thick cock still pulsing with each jet of cum that shoots out and lands on your flat stomach and legs.
"Shhh... baby doll," he soothes softly, kissing your temple before nuzzling into your neck with newfound gentleness.
"I didn't mean to be so rough you. It's just that you're so fucking perfect... It overwhelmed me for a moment."
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Summary: y/n and Freddie tag along with Louis on his tour. Y/N’s hormones have her all out of wack, so along with being emotional, she craves sex with Louis.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dominant!Louis, cocky!louis, daddy!louis, pregnant!y/n, unprotected before show sex, semi rough actions such as hair pulling, biting, slight breeding kink?, just filth
My first copy of this got deleted, but after writing this I’m not even mad about it.. enjoy! Lots of dirty stuff in this for ya ;)
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You sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.
“Why the long face, babe?” Louis turns and looks at you, “Freddie ready?”
Usually you’d laugh because that rhymed, but you just shrug, “I don’t think he’s adjusting well to the baby that’s coming..” your hormones are awful, you just cry over everything right now, “I just..” you take a deep breathe and look up at him, “Louis I don’t want him to hate me.”
“Whoa, hey. He ain’t gonna hate ya, babe.” Louis walks over and kneels down in front of you, “He loves you, alright? He’s just.. having a bad day. I’ll go see if he’ll talk to me, yeah? You finish getting ready, we do have to leave soon.”
“Okay.” You whisper as he plants a kiss on your forehead.
He leans back and flashes you a smile, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”
You nod and lay a hand on his cheek, “You remind me everyday.” You bite your lip and tilt your head.
“What’s going on in that mind, love?” Louis tilts his head the same way as yours, “Somethin’ we probably don’t got time for?”
You sigh and let out a groan, “Probably.”
“Whoa, hey chill out, calm down.” Louis laughs and lays his hands on your hands.
You roll your eyes and pretend to pout, “These hormones have me getting extremely turned on by your every move.”
“I’ve noticed.” Louis smirks and raises his eyebrows.
“Has it really been that bad?” You let out a sigh, “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, now.” He lays his hand on your belly and leans up to peck your lips, “Didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just wish I could do it a little more often.”
You laugh and push him back, “We have to leave now before we really do end up late.”
Louis let’s out a laugh and stands up, “You’ll get me in a little bit, I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’m holding you to that, Tommo.” You bite your lip and smile before leaning in to kiss him.”
“Alright, I’m going to see if I can talk with him.” Louis smacks your ass gently before walking away. You try to smack him but he jumps away, “Ha!”
You laugh and finish getting ready,
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“Freddie, hey! Don’t slam the door.” Louis sighs and shakes his head, “Sorry. He’s just not having it today.”
“That’s okay.” You smile and sigh, “Everyone is allowed to have bad days. I’ll talk to him later.” You go to reach for your bag, but Louis grabs it before you, “Nope.”
“Louis, come on. I can carry my own bag.”
He looks over at you, “Do you want to tell everyone here today?”
“Yeah.” You nod and smile, “Actually, we’ll let Freddie tell them.”
Louis nods and smiles, “Oh yeah, yeah.” He gives you a peck on the cheek, “I’m gonna go check in. You go get settled.”
You nod and wave back at him as he walks up towards the stage.
You make your way to Louis’ dressing room and stop when you see Freddie laying on the couch, “Hey, Freddie.”
“Hey.” He mumbles quietly.
“Can I sit?”
He nods and sits up to scoot over more.
You sit down and rest your hands in your lap, “You know.. your dad loves you more than me.”
You can see his eyebrows perk up.
“And you know who loves just as much as you?”
He slowly looks over at you and points to your belly.
“That’s right. He loves your baby brother just as much as he loves you.” You tilt your head, “You know that right?”
He fights a smile while nodding, “Yes.”
“And you know that I love you just as much as your mom and dad love you, right?” You smile as he looks at you, “Things are going to change, honey, but always know that the one thing that isn’t going to change is how much we love you.”
He smiles and nods, “Sorry I slammed your car door.”
“It’s okay.” You fight back the over emotional tears and holds your arms out. He laughs and gives you a hug, “Can we go watch dad?”
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea.” You laugh and stand up, wiping your face. Freddie takes your hand and leads you guys to side of the stage.
You stand there, Freddie’s hand still in yours, watching as he tries to get his dads attention. You glance up at Louis and smile as he turns to face you.
He smiles as he watches Freddie wave excitedly to him. Louis motions for him to come out and Freddie runs to him.
You bite your lip, the sight of Louis in dad mode makes your hormones go absolutely bonkers.
You squeeze your thighs together and blink as Louis walks up to you, “Hey.” You smile and take a deep breathe.
“You still wanna tell them?” Louis asks as he reaches up and gently brushes your cheek.
You know exactly what he’s doing.
You glance up at him, “I know what you’re doing.”
“You had a hair, babe.” He reaches up and brushes your cheek again. You grab his hand and lean in towards him.
“Unless that hand is going to go somewhere and give me something I so very badly need, don’t touch me.”
He chuckles and pecks your lips, “You’ll get it, babe. Just hang tight, alright?” He bites his lip to hide his smirk, “Now c’mon.” He pulls on your hand walks you out onto the stage.
He pulls Freddie into the middle of us, “Can everyone come here for a quick sec? Just come over here.. right quick yeah.”
Everyone gathers around and you look down at Freddie. You poke his shoulder a few times, gently, “I think you should tell them.”
“Really?” His raises his eyebrows and smiles.
“Yeah, go for it, lad.” Louis ruffles his hair and Freddie looks around, “I’m going to be a big brother!”
His words are quiet at first but by the time he said ‘to’ he was yelling it.
You smile and lay your hand on Louis‘ that rests on your belly. His thumb gently rubbing the fabric of your t shirt and leans in, “This drives you crazy doesn’t it?” He whispers, “Me touching you?”
You take a shaky deep breathe and Louis tightens his grip on your body as your knees buckle slightly, “Whoa. Need to sit?”
He already has a smirk on his face because he knows exactly what you’re going to say.
“Yeah, your cock.” You both whisper quietly at the same time. You freeze and look at him before you both laugh, “You know me so we’ll.”
He shrugs, “What can I say?” He gives you a kiss, “You’re so getting it after the show.”
Freddie turns towards you and Louis, “Can we go get ready now?”
“Yeah, honey. You can wear the shirt with your dads smiley face.” You look up at Louis and smile.
“Yes! Yes!” Freddie grabs your hand and you look up at Louis, “See in a few.” He kisses you one last time before you and Freddie go back to the dressing room.
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You cap the lid to your mascara as Louis enters the room. You set the tube down and look over at Louis, “Hey babe.”
His eyes glance up and down your show ready body, and the fact that you’re showing off your bump makes it hotter to him.
You tilt your head towards Freddie who is watching tv, indicating to Louis that he needs to keep it clean.
“Hey uh, Freddie.” Louis glances from you to Freddie as he talks, “Why don’t you go into the lounge and wait for Uncle Niall and Amelia.”
“Uncle Niall is coming?! Alright!” He runs out of the room and Louis instantly shuts and locks the door.
He walks over to you and you can’t help but meet him halfway, “Gotta be quick?”
He nods with a smirk, “And quiet, yeah?”
His hands travel down your body as his lips move in sync with yours.
His fingers pull up your long shirt, and tuck it under your tied t-shirt that rests at the top of your bump.
“So fuckin’ sexy showing your bump off.” He kneels down, pressing his lips gently to your skin. He pulls down your panties, gliding them down your thighs.
He lets them drop and he looks up at you, “Need you on my face.” He lays down on the couch and motions for you to move up.
You straddle his head and place one hand in his already messed up hair. He looks from you to your pussy before pulling your hips down.
You pull his hair and grip the back of the couch, “Fuck, oh fuck.”
You feel the grip of his hands tighten each time you moan out, “Fuck, yes daddy.”
You feel him moan against you and you squeeze your thighs shut as you cum. He continues to eat you out through your high, “Fuck.” He groans.
You move your hips back and look down at him. He gives you a smirk, “How do you want it?”
You bite your lip and shrug, I can just lean on the back of the couch?”
“If that works for you.”
You get up and watch as Louis stands up. He nods towards the couch and watches as you stand on your knees. You lean back, resting your elbows on it.
You bite your lip, excitement building up as you hear him shuffle out of his sweats. He strokes himself a few times before rubbing the head of his cock against your folds.
“Been thinking ‘bout this all day.” He closes his eyes, a moan escaping from his lips as pussy hugs his cock perfectly.
“Fuck, yes.” You moan and push your hips back more, “Fuck, daddy yes.” You whimper out and Louis pushes his cock all the way in, moaning out, “I fuckin’ love when you call me that.”
“Watching you in dad mode is so fucking hot.” You whine out and move your hips against his, “Fuck, Louis move. Please.”
Louis slowly starts to thrust, “Seein’ you in mom mode really gets me going too, babe. Fuck.” He slides a hand up your back, “How rough?”
“Rough, you can be rough.” You moan out as Louis slides his hand into your hair and grabs a fistful.
Louis picks up the speed of his thrust and pulls your hair to tilt your head back, “You’re so fuckin’ hot. Showin’ off that bump to let people know that you’re mine.”
His words send you over the edge, “Yesyesyesyes.” You moan as you cum around his cock.
“Shh. Baby.” He releases the grip on your hair and rubs his hand over it before he pulls his cock out and pulls your hips, “Come here.”
You stand up and turn around to face him, “You need a day off soon.”
Louis chuckles, “Yeah? Why’s that, babe?”
“So you can be doing this all day.” You reach out and grab his cock, slowly pumping it in your hand. He bites his lip and tilts his head to look at you, “I’m getting a day off and it’ll be you and me. All day long.”
You sit down on the couch and pull him with you. His hands hold up his weight as he leans down and connects his lips with yours again.
There’s a knock on the door and Louis’ head shoots straight up, “Freddie alright?”
“Yeah he’s fine, it’s so-“
“It can wait.” He doesn’t waste another second and presses his lips to yours once again and slips his cock inside of you.
He swallows your moans, keeping your moans muffled as he slides his cock in and out of you quickly.
“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna cum.” Louis moans out, “cum with me, yeah?”
“S-so close.” You pant out. Louis kisses down your neck, biting a mark into your skin.
You clench his cock and roll your eyes roll back as you cling to him. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you moan against his lips, kissing him a few times.
“Fuck.” Louis sighs and smiles, “you’re so fuckin’ incredible.” He stands up and gets you a towel, “Here.”
“Thank you.” You take the towel and wipe off. You stand up and redress yourself.
“I’m glad you’re showing it off.” Louis smiles at you.
“Yeah?” You pose for him with your hands pulling your dress tighter against your bump.
Louis watches you and shakes his head, “Uh huh. I really do.” He walks over and pulls you in for a kiss.
“Because it shows off that you’re mine.” He chuckles slightly and kisses for forehead, “I’m going to get around, I’ll meet you out with Freddie and them.”
“Sounds good.” You bite your lip and smile at him. He watches you as he back away and smiles before turning, “I like those crazy hormones, babe.”
“You’re annoying.” You yell with a laugh.
“That’s why you married me. You love me.”
“That I do.” You shake your head and walk out to greet the others, “Hey, sorry. I had a uh-“ you laugh slightly and glance down at Freddie, “Hormonal emergency if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, no totally get it.” Amelia chuckles and holds her hand up. You both look at Niall and laugh at his shocked expression, “I didn’t need t’know that, y/n. Ugh.”
“When does dad go on?” Freddie asks looking up at you. You look down at him, “I believe he goes on here soon.”
He nods and looks around, “There he is!”
“Here I am. Hello, hello. Good to see you again, Amelia.” Louis smiles and wraps his arm around your waist.
“Good to see you, good luck tonight.” She smiles, “Oh and congratulations again. Sorry I wasn’t there in person when you told Niall.”
“No it’s alright, thank you. Yeah we’re excited.” Louis nods and rubs your belly.
“Freddie is already the best big brother.” You smile down at him.
“Louis. We’re going to start.”
“Yeah alright.” He turns and looks at Niall and Amelia, “See you after, yeah?”
“Course, lad.” Niall nods and Amelia agrees.
“Hey.” Louis grabs your hand and pulls you away from the group. “As soon as I’m done with my show, I want you in that dressing room.”
You nod, “Yes, daddy.” You smile and lean in to kiss him, “You got this, babe. We love you.”
“I fuckin’ love you.” He kisses your hand and waves to Freddie. You take Freddie and go to the side of the stage and Niall and Amelia follow.
“Wanna see something funny?” Niall laughs and leans forward slightly as Louis is in between songs. He holds himself there until some of the fans start to scream.
He leans back and Amelia hits his shoulder, “That’s so mean.”
You laugh and look over at him, “if you think that was bad, let me move out into the open.”
You move up and rest your elbow on the speaker, waving at some fans who spot you, trying to gain some attention.
Soon enough cameras are pointed at you and you laugh and motion for Niall and Amelia to come up.
They pop up beside you and the fans absolutely lose it.
You glance over at Louis and he’s watching you guys. Niall and Amelia back up and you step out, bump on full display.
You motion for Louis to just say something about it. He raises his eyebrows, double checking with you. You nod and smile.
“You guys have been absolutely incredible tonight!” Louis yells out. He lets the crowd cheer a little bit before speaking, “And for that I feel like you guys deserve something, so do you guys want to know something that we’ve all been keeping a secret?”
Louis teases the fans and they go absolutely berserk.
He laughs and holds her arms up, egging them on with their repetitive chant of ‘tell us’.
“Alright, alright.” He starts out and the crowd goes quiet. After a quick moment of silent he pointed at you, “My wife is pregnant!” The grow instantly goes wild and Louis celebrates, “Freddie is going to be a big brother!”
You hug Freddie and cheer with the crowd.
Louis runs over and hugs you, “Congratulations. You’ll be number one trending on twitter.”
You smirk, “We can worry about that in the morning.”
He smiles and kisses you before going back out on stage.
You laugh and look at Niall and Amelia, “You guys will be second trending on twitter.”
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This is my first ever Louis smut and I hope you like it!
If you want to check out my Harry and Niall Smut One Shots you can go here -> @cinemastyles-blog @wastedonhoran
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