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justmeinatree · 10 months

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Open Up And Looking Down

Summary : you get home to louis getting stoned & watching porn.

TW : smut, drugs (weed)

Word Count : 1.5k

your work meeting had ended a good hour early, and thank fuck because you were so over this day.

you walk into your house, throwing your keys onto the nearest surface, and slipping your shoes off. you drop your bag just as your nose perks up, the faint smell of weed lingering in the air.

you pad your way further into the house, sniffing out the trail of smoke, heading up the stairs, seeing a cloudy haze coming from your bedroom.

as you round the corner and peak through the half open door, you catch louis laying on the bed, legs splayed out, one arm tucked under his head, his phone up against his stomach. he was watching something on his screen, lit joint in hand. wearing just a plain white undershirt and his boxers, you notice that he’s semi hard.

you walk into the room, making yourself known, smirking at him as he startles into a sitting position. he clearly hadn’t noticed you were home, looking at you with wide eyes for a moment, before furrowing his eyebrows.

“you’re home early,” louis hums, slight nervousness to his tone.

“yeah, meeting finished early. s’that okay ?” you chuckle, raising an eyebrow.

and that’s when you hear it, the loud moan coming from the speaker on louis’ phone, making both yours and his eyes go wide.

“fuck, thought i stopped that,” louis shakes his head, quickly shutting off the video, taking a long drag from the joint.

you’re still standing, taking in the scene in front of you, a giggle escaping your lips. “didn’t know i’d be interrupting something,” you smirk, slowly making your way closer to the bed, stripping your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

louis’ eyes go wide, as he looks over you, bringing the joint to his lips, taking a puff, before passing it off to you, once you’re settled on the bed.

you’re on your knees next to louis, welcoming the smoke into your lungs, as it starts to relax you. louis watches as you inhale, watching your cheeks suck in, chest puff out, the calming effect washing over you. “good day ?” he asks, his fingers tracing patterns against your naked thigh.

“no,” you say shortly, shaking your head, taking another puff, throwing your leg over louis’ waist to sit against his cock.

he looks up at you as you pass the joint back over to him, a smirk playing on his lips, “and how do you plan on dealing with that ?”

you wait for his lungs to be filled with smoke, before answering with a roll of your hips, your clothed pussy grinding onto his prick. which you notice has hardened significantly since you first caught him.

louis groans, eyes rolling back as everything hits him at once. “fuckin christ,” he blows out the smoke. “want these off. now,” he hums, tugging on your panties, watching you shuffle over him to get them off.

you sit yourself back on his hips, rolling your centre against his as you pluck the joint from his fingers, “now what ?” you smile, taking a puff.

he grips your hips, pulling you forward so you’re sitting more on his stomach, closer to his ribs. he bends his legs at the knees, feet firmly planted into the mattress, as he pushes against your chest to make you lean back.

“get comfy, love. gonna turn this day around,” he coos, eyes fixated on your cunt. he can see your arousal starting to glisten, his fingers reaching out to glide through your folds.

with the lightest bit of pressure he’s using, your head leans back, eyes closing in bliss, bringing the joint to your lips as his fingers keep exploring.

and that’s all he does. in his weed induced haze, he watches attentively as his fingers play around with your heat. he can’t say he’s ever done this. just had someone’s cunt in his face and watched as his fingers prodded, glided.

he felt like he was exploring something for the very first time. properly exploring. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to you. too hyper focused on watching and fiddling. that is, until your legs start to tremble on either side of him.

“s’this feeling good ?” louis asks, noticing how much wetter you’ve gotten since he started touching you.

“fuck, you have no idea,” you moan breathlessly, feeling louis’ other hand pluck the joint from your fingers.

“drenching my fuckin fingers,” you hear him murmur around the filter that’s tucked between his lips.

he keeps at it, lightly moving your folds around, watching for your body’s reactions when his fingertip nudges your clit, or when his fingers tickle your entrance.

“louis,” you whimper, all of this becoming too much. he was making you feel so good. so effortlessly fucking good. christ, he wasn’t really even doing anything. and you were going mad. the weed surely wasn’t helping the situation, making your body feel his touches a hundred times more.

“hmm ? what do you need ?” louis coos, watching your legs and stomach twitch with every glide and flick over your clit.

“more,” you whine. “need more, please.”

louis presses the joint to your mouth, in an effort to stop your pleas, two of his fingers slipping into you effortlessly.

you gasp around the filter, your legs spreading on their own accord, exposing yourself even more to him, your head tipped far back against louis’ knees.

his fingers curl up, rubbing against your inner walls, his thumb running up and down from your entrance to your clit and back again.

your moans get louder, having trouble with the joint, as your brain is too focused on louis’ fingers. you blindly pass it off to him, which he thankfully accepts, keeping it perched between his lips.

his fingers keep working, inching their way to the spongey spot inside you, louis absolutely torturing you with the way he’s touching you tonight.

his other hand makes its way up your stomach, pressing down against your tummy right as his fingers hit your sweet spot, rubbing hard.

a whimpery moan escapes you as your body starts trembling, hand reaching out to grip into louis’ arm, nails digging into his skin.

“fuckin christ, love,” he groans, the stinging of your nails in his arm sending a jolt to his cock.

“dont stop, dont stop, dont stop,” you whine, gasping for air, his fingers not letting up, keeping a steady rhythm over your most sensitive spots.

“right there, yeah ?” louis smirks, watching your body writhing under his hand, feeling your cunt clamping down on his fingers.

you whimper, nodding your head as your orgasm rips through you, your muscles seizing up, air knocked out of your lungs.

his fingers work you through your high, slowing down as your body relaxes. you flinch slightly as he pulls his hand away, reaching up for your mouth, slipping his fingers past your lips.

“clean these, would you, love,” he hums playfully, the high having very much hit his brain as he finished off the joint. always in a playful, teasing mood when he’s high. “good of you to clean up the mess you made.”

you hum, sucking his fingers past your lips, tongue working over them to lap up every bit of your arousal. as he pulls his hand from you, you murmur, “wanna make another mess,” both your hands reaching out for his, bringing it back to your mouth.

you work over his finger just as you would his cock. pecking his fingertip, swirling your tongue around it, slowly taking it into your mouth, sucking, as your tongue works the underside.

“christ, yeah, okay. m’so fuckin hard,” he groans, reaching for you, and pulling you in for a kiss.

“don’t think i’ve kissed you yet,” louis chuckles against your lips, tasting your orgasm on your mouth as his lips lock with yours.

you smile into the kiss, as you realize how much you missed his lips, the taste of him. weed, and the tea he obviously had earlier. just as it always is, and it’s so comforting. coaxes you into relax mode when you get home.

but you find yourself pulling away, wanting to stay true to your promise, knowing he must be painfully hard right now. you make your way down his body, between his legs, as he stops you for a moment, reaching over to the nightstand.

“wanna smoke another one while you’re giving me a blowie, always wanted to do that,” he laughs, lighting the joint, leaning back on the bed as he takes the first puff. “right then, love. whenever you’re ready.”

you giggle, shaking your head, fuck you loved this man. and you’ve no idea why.

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daaydreamy · 10 months

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Louis telling yn he’d do anything to be with her

night out

summary: y/n drives louis home after having a few too many drinks.

warnings: none.

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

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“I’d do anything to be with you, Y/N.”

Y/N snorted as she took the keys out of the ignition, “You’re already with me, Lou.” She said before she left the car, going over to his side in case he fell out of the car and planted his face into the ground. She grasped his hand as he stumbled out of the car, as she thought he would, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist as extra support as he stood upright.

“I’m fine.” He said dramatically and Y/N hummed, closing the car door as she led him to the front door, a hand placed on his lower back.

“Please don’t throw up on me.” She said when Louis rested his head against her shoulder as he stood beside her, eyes starting to flutter as sleepiness took over his body. He snorted, almost toppling over, causing Y/N to nearly drop her keys as she swiftly put an arm around his waist.

“How many drinks did you have? Jesus.” She chuckled, finally pushing the door open and closing it after Louis entered.

“Just a few.”

“A few, sure.” She said and threw her keys onto the kitchen counter. “Let’s just get you to bed, yeah? Before you…” She trailed off, following behind Louis as they headed up the stairs.

“Before I what? I’ve never thrown up.”

“Uh-huh.”

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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Fookin’ Avocados

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“I cannot believe you right now.” Louis shook his head in utter disbelief as he noticed the plate in your hands. “Is this what one week in LA has done to you?”

“What?” you protested. “I help you record your best song yet and all you can focus on is my breakfast?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he tsked. “That’s disgusting, love.”

“I can make some for you, too,” you offered, holding the plate out to him.

“Over my dead body,” he scoffed. “Trendiest food of all time.”

“Alright,” you shrugged, taking a bite out of the toast. “You can go pour yourself some Lucky Charms or something.”

“It’s just them fooking avocados,” Louis fumed as he set his cereal bowl down on the table directly across from you. “You see fooking avocados on toast on Instagram and now the trend has infected my hotel room.”

“I didn’t know you had such strong feelings regarding avocados,” you mused around a mouthful of food. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Louis paused, spoonful of colorful cereal halfway to his mouth before putting it back in the bowl. “You fool,” he mumbled. “It’s a good thing your mouth is full of gross food or I’d kiss you out of spite.”

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say-narry · 1 year

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Christmas' gift

notas da autora: voces pensaram que nao teriam one do louis esse ano, né? Ver a família Tomlinson reunida me da um quentinho no coração, então, resolvi escrever um pouquinho sobre eles. Qualquer comentário ruim sobre qualquer um dos membros da família não será respondido. Estou tentando melhorar as cenas hots, me digam o que acharam e no que eu posso melhorar :D

Contagem de palavras: ~2k

Avisos: conteúdo sexual, sexo desprotegido (não façam isso!), palavrões.

Personagens: louis!marido x leitora!esposa

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— Ele simplesmente caiu no sono. - Murmurei vendo Freddie resonar em cima de mim.

Era noite véspera de Natal e aniversário de Louis. Estávamos em Doncaster na casa de Lottie, a família Tomlinson resolveu fazer a festa aqui esse ano, já que no último ano havia sido na nossa casa.

Todos estavam conversando logo após seguirem suas tradições como usar pijamas iguais, comer biscoitos confeitados e dar presentes para as crianças.

Eles são a família que eu nunca tive, eu simplesmente amo fazer parte disso.

— Pensei que ele ficaria correndo pra lá e pra cá a noite inteira. – Louis comentou enquanto finalizava sua cerveja.

Seus dedos acariciavam os cabelos macios do filho, os bracinhos de Freddie me apertaram mais ainda enquanto ele ajeitava o rosto pouco acima dos meus seios.

Por mais que o garoto já estivesse grande, nos momentos em família e longe de tudo, ele era o bebê do papai… E meu também.

Desde que eu havia começado meu relacionamento com Louis há alguns anos, Freddie e eu nos demos bem e quando ele passava esse tempo conosco, ele ficava manhoso, mas não de um jeito ruim, ele amava ser o centro das atenções do pai dele.

Eu não julgava, pois sabia como era difícil ter que dividir o pai dele com o resto do mundo boa parte do tempo.

— Ele comeu muitos doces, mas a busca pelo Papai Noel o cansou com toda certeza.

— A busca e o ciúmes. – Louis deixou um beijo na cabeça do menino e um na minha bochecha.

Louis estava sentado virado para o meu lado no sofá, Lottie estava amamentando Lucky em uma das poltronas próxima a nós, as gêmeas haviam colocado Ernest e Doris pra dormir assim que os avós deles se recolheram e agora estavam vendo sobre as fotos que postariam. Mark e Lewis conversavam sobre golfe enquanto finalizavam os respectivos drinks.

— Ciúmes? – Perguntei.

— Do primo. De você com o primo. Do primo comigo. – Louis comentou e arqueou as sombrancelhas como se fosse óbvio.

Revezei meu olhar entre ele e Lottie que concordou com a cabeça apontando pra Lucky.

— Sério? Eu não percebi isso… Estava tão animada em ver vocês com os presentes, comendo o bolo de aniversário, que não prestei atenção.

— Quando você estava com Lucky no colo, Freddie chegou a largar o brinquedo e fechou a cara que nem meu irmão. – Lottie me respondeu e eu fiz uma careta.

— Eu realmente não percebi, pensei que ele já havia acostumado a não ser o nosso único bebê… Mas ele sobre ele fechar a cara com ciúmes, pensei que era algo natural dos Tomlinsons.

Pisquei pra minha cunhada que riu baixinho e Louis deu o dedo, ergui a sombrancelha como se estivesse ficado brava e ele ficou sem graça.

— Desculpe, amor. Força do hábito.

Eu ri concordando e ajeitando meu entiado.

Nos despedimos do pessoal que ainda estava acordado, Freddie ainda estava no meu colo, seus braços presos no meu pescoço e suas pernas enroladas na minha cintura.

Abri a porta do quarto lentamente já que Doris e Ernest já estavam dormindo ali.

Deitei o garotinho na cama e o cobri, deixando um beijinho na cabeça dele. Louis seguiu meus passos fazendo o mesmo.

Passei pelos meus cunhados mais novos e também ajeitei os cobertores.

Fui para meu quarto e depois pro banheiro, escovando os dentes. Louis me acompanhou enquanto via as fotos que as gêmeas haviam enviado no grupo da família.

Coloquei um pijama mais confortável e mais grosso pois a nevasca nessa noite seria intensa.

Enquanto eu ajeitava meu suéter pra por nos meu braços, senti as mãos geladas e um pouco umidas passarem pelas minhas costelas e cruzando na minha barriga.

— Outro presente de aniversário, uh? - Ouvi Louis soltar um risinho sacana enquanto uma mão entrava na minha calcinha e a outra apertava um dos meus seios.

Fechei meus olhos e abaixei meus braços. Afastei um pouco minhas pernas sentindo os dedos de Louis massagearem levemente meu ponto.

— Amor… eu já te dei seu presente de a-aniversário. – Ronronei enquanto sentia o pau endurecido de Louis roçando atrás de mim.

— Por favor, amor? Uh? – Foi a vez de Louis ronronar, seus beijos sendo distribuídos no meu pescoço.

Uma brisa bateu em nós, fazendo meu corpo inteiro arrepiar de frio e como um estalo na minha cabeça, abri meus olhos e voltei a fechar as pernas.

— Estou com frio, baby… – Estiquei meus braços e coloquei o suéter escuro que Lottie havia me presenteado.

Me virei de frente para Louis e percebi suas pupiladas dilatadas e apenas um fino círculo azul de suas iris em volta.

Olhei pra baixo rapidamente e Louis ainda estava excitado e a marca em sua calça de moletom denunciava isso.

— Você vai me negar a fazer amor comigo, S/n? – As mãos de Louis continuavam no meu quadril, seu tom de voz era de indignação. – No meu aniversário?

— Tecnicamente, é aniversário de Jesus, o seu foi ontem. – Joguei meus braços na lateral do pescoço de Louis e o encarei com a sombrancelha direita arqueada.

Louis deu seu famoso sorriso fofo que sua fanbase enlouquecia quando ele dava, mas com certeza ele estava pensando em uma resposta muito boa, eu sabia que ele não se abalaria pela minha brincadeira.

Me pus nas pontas dos pés e dei um selinho tentando desmanchar seu sorriso e até que funcionou.

Louis aprofundou o beijo e eu suspirei, senti uma de suas mãos segurar meu rosto enquanto seu corpo impulsionou o meu para a cama. Fomos caminhando aos tropeços, beijos e risadas. Dei um pulinho e sentei na enorme cama do quarto, Louis ficou entre minhas pernas e se esticou em cima de mim mantendo os braços como escoras.

— Tudo bem, vamos dormir. – Mais um selinho foi dado e Louis saiu de cima de mim.

Novamente, arqueei minha sombrancelha, ele havia desistido facilmente? Muito estranho.

Louis bateu a mão no interruptor e apenas os abajures, um de cada lado da cama, iluminaram o quarto.

Me ajeitei na cama, mas ainda desconfiada da desistência dele. Dobrei o lençol para que Louis se cobrisse mais facilmente.

Pelas sombras e pela movimentação na cama, não demorou muito pra que meu marido se juntasse a mim. Resolvi adiantar o processo e tirei minha calça acompanhada da minha calcinha ficando apenas com o suéter. Virei de lado, ansiosa pra ver a reação de Louis e para o meu alívio, ele me abraçou se tornando a concha maior.

Ele nos cobriu e era possível ouvir apenas nossas respirações e o vento rebatendo contra as janelas.

Eu ainda conseguia sentir o membro de Louis contra minha bunda e agora de alguma forma, eu também estava excitada.

— Meu amor… - Balancei minha bunda contra excitação de Louis, que soltou um suspiro pesado.

— Você está molhada não está, querida? – A voz de Louis saiu rouca, sua mão agarrou meu quadril e me ajudou a me mover contra ele.

Apenas acenei com a cabeça mesmo estando pouco iluminado. A mão de Louis deixou meu quadril e entrou por baixo do meu suéter, seus dedos brincaram com os meus mamilos endurecidos pelo frio e pela excitação.

— Eu sei que está, meu amor, não precisa responder. Minha garota atrevida agora precisa de mim? – Os lábios de Louis que estavam bem próximos da minha orelha, agora estavam distribuindo beijos pelo meu pescoço novamente me fazendo involuntariamente fechar os olhos.

Ainda de lado, Louis deu dois tapinhas rápidos no meu quadril como uma sinalização para que eu parasse. Seus lábios não desgrudaram do meu pescoço, mas eu podia sentir uma movimentação atrás de mim, com certeza era Louis se livrando da parte debaixo do moletom.

— Seja uma boa garota e abra um pouco as pernas, sim? – Louis pediu e eu obedeci, sentindo seu pau invadir e esticar minhas paredes internas. Seu pau quente sendo envolvido pela minha buceta era simplesmente gostoso demais.

A sensação deliciosa me fez puxar o edredom que nos cobria, uma forma de preencher o meu abraço já que Louis estava atrás de mim e também, uma maneira de abafar os gemidos causados pela sensação boa de te-lo dentro de mim.

— Tão gostoso seu pau dentro de mim, amor… Tão bom… – O braço de Louis apertou ainda mais minha cintura com o meu comentário, seu peito colado nas minhas costas e seu quadril batendo implacável contra mim.

— Você gosta, não é? Gosta de se sentir cheia com meu pau? – Sentia meu pescoço suar com os suspiros e beijos de Louis, e eu concordei rapidamente – Que tal darmos um irmão para o nosso garoto, uh? Quero te encher, S/n… Posso gozar dentro? Você vai ser a mamãe do meu bebê?

Um arrepiou grandioso passou por todo meu corpo, a sensação era tão avassaladora que eu não pensei muito além de concordar. Eu fazia controle de natalidade desde sempre, mas já estávamos casados há alguns anos e com certeza ver o bebê de Lottie, despertou isso em Louis.

— Me responda, amor!? – Louis desascelerou suas estocadas e eu revirei os olhos, ele batia contra mim de forma lenta e torturante – Vamos dar um irmão ao Freddie? Uh? Você vai ficar tão linda grávida do nosso bebê, eu vou ser o homem mais feliz desse mundo…

— Sim, amor… Por favor, o que você quiser, mais por favor… – Choraminguei um pouco mais alto enquanto senti uma das mãos de Louis abandonar meu quadril, afastar um pouco minhas pernas e começar a acaricias com as pontas dos dedos meu clítoris.

— Já entendi, gatinha… Fique quietinha pra não acordar a casa toda… – Seus dedos circulavam meu ponto sensível, minha perna levantada tremia, Louis passou o braço que estava apoiado na cama por baixo de mim e sua mão agarrou meu pescoço apertando um pouco.

Meus olhos fecharam fortemente adorando o misto de sensações. Minha unhas pefuraram o edredom enquanto meu corpo ondulava contra o de Louis. Seus gemidos baixos me faziam querer chorar de prazer. Senti meus músculos internos apertarem contra o membro de Louis, meu corpo tremia pela excitação, agora eu estava mais aquecida do que nunca.

Mais duas ou três estocadas, Louis soltou um gemido longo no meu ouvido e senti seu quadril entrar em espasmos, logo o líquido quente e espesso ser atirado dentro de mim.

— Porra… porra… – Os dedos de Louis pararam por alguns segundos e logo voltaram ao trabalho. – Goze pra mim, amor, goza no meu pau!? Sim?

Mordi meus lábios quando senti um tremor no pé da minha barriga e a sensação de relaxamento rebater contra os meus sentidos.

— Minha boa garota… – Louis ainda estava dentro de mim e não parecia querer sair tão cedo. Deitei minha cabeça contra ele, minha visão estava um pouco turva mas eu iria superar. Nós dois estávamos ofegantes. – Tão linda, tão minha… Eu te amo tanto…

— Muito quente, amor… – Meu corpo estava mole e meus sentidos bagunçados.

Louis pareceu entender e me ajudou a tirar o suéter, meu corpo estremeceu novamente devido a temperatura do quarto que estava quente, mas não tanto quanto meu corpo.

Soltei um longo suspiro sentindo Louis nos desconectando, era uma sensação estranha, literalmente um vazio dentro de mim. Ele puxou os grossos cobertores pra cima de nós. Eu conseguia sentir nossos líquidos saindo de mim, mas eu definitivamente não tinha forças pra limpar agora, eu só queria ficar o mais próxima possível do meu marido.

— Lou… – Gemi – Fica aqui? Por favor?

— Claro, meu amor. Só estou nos cobrindo porque não quero que a mãe do meu bebê fique resfriada.

Louis me abraçou novamente por trás, me aconcheguei nele sentindo a levedura vinda do seu corpo, um sorriso nasceu no meu rosto ao imaginar mais um bebê na família.

— Você realmente quer ter um bebê comigo? – Virei meu rosto tentando olha-lo mesmo com pouca luz.

Por mais que já fôssemos casados, eu ainda era um pouco insegura. Louis viajava o tempo todo, obviamente muitas pessoas por ai eram melhores do que eu.

— Todos que você quiser ter comigo, amor. Vai ser meu presente de Natal adiantado do próximo ano! – Ele beijou a ponta do meu nariz – Mas, você vai ter que ajudar com o senhor ciúmes…

Soltei um risinho, concordando com a cabeça.

— Não fale assim do nosso garoto, eu tenho certeza que ele vai ser um ótimo irmão mais velho.

— Sim, estou brincando. - Louis deu o sorriso fofo novamente, eu acariciei seu cabelo e me virei de frente pra ele, encaixando meu rosto entre seu ombro e pescoço. – Feliz Natal, querida.

— Feliz Natal, meu amor. E feliz aniversário, de novo.

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be-with-me-so-happily · 1 year

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Hey bee! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in 1D and she gets in a water fight with Liam and Louis and one of them accidentally throws a security guards hot coffee on her?

A/N: Thank you for the request! Idk if this is what you were hoping for but it was super fun to write. I did it quickly, so hopefully it's good and hopefully you enjoy it.

Warnings: Some explicit language, water fights, thrown beverages

"I don' think I wanna be a par' of this…"

"Don' ya dare bail on me now." You whisper through gritted teeth, giving Zayn as intimidating of a scowl as you possibly can. "They soaked me on stage. I need payback. And I need your help to do it."

Your friend and fellow bandmate rolls his eyes, followed by a quick shake of his head, crouching down behind the racks of clothes in the boys' dressing room.

Footsteps become audible, and you begin to settle into your spot, readying yourself for the plan you are determined to execute.

You can make out the mumbles of both Louis and Liam, the ones who you hope will think twice about including you, unwillingly, in their onstage water fights.

You jump up, being met with wide eyes and shocked expressions as a sarcastically evil expression pops through your facial features.

"This is for last night!" You shout, chucking half a bottle of water towards each boy, watching as their shock grows even more.

"You lil shit!" Louis yelps, squinting his eyes to avoid the water irritating them, but also to glare in your direction.

"Karma is a bitch, Tommo."

"Well, so am I!" He exclaims, swiveling around to the nearby table and grabbing the closest water bottle he can get his hands on.

"No, no, no. M'sorry." You immediately state, holding your palms out in surrender as he stalks towards you. "C'mon Louis… ya don' really wanna do this…"

His crooked smile does nothing to ease your worry as you watch Liam begin to grab his own ammunition and join your other mate.

"Payno… boys… le's talk about this, yeah? We…" As you prepare to embarrass yourself by begging them to stop, your calves hit against the edge of the couch, causing your body to fling down onto the cushions. "We… can work something out!"

Liam makes it shoulder to shoulder with Louis, standing right in front of you.

"Don' ya dar-"

Suddenly, the splash of cold water washes over your hair and streams down your face, causing you to squeal in discomfort and the boys to cackle with triumph.

"I can' believe you two idiots!" You exclaim, immediately standing up, pushing past them, and grabbing a couple of bottles for yourself. You stand on the opposite side of them, a small table being the only thing separating you from your opponents. The three of you glare into each other's eyes, all fidgeting with the plastic in your hands. "This is war."

"Bring it on." Liam replies, eyebrows raised with anticipation of your reaction to his threat.

"Le' me leave first!" Zayn pleads, rushing to safety within the doorframe.

"Hello, lovers! What's-" Niall stops next to Zayn and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. "What's… goin'… on…"

"Payback." You quickly state, flickering your gaze to him for only a split second, instantly returning it to the ones across from you.

"Jesus Christ…" He replies. "This'll be fun to watch."

"What will?" You hear Harry ask, not daring to turn his way in fear of the battle beginning while you're not looking.

"Everyone shut up!" Louis shouts, squatting down slightly in preparation.

You take a deep breath and suddenly the sound of the plastic bottles being crushed fills the air. The feeling of water running down your back giving you chills, but your feet swiftly moving around the room helping you to get in some shots of your own

Bottle after bottle is being swiped from the table as the insults and liquid go flying.

"What the hell is going on here?" Someone yells from the doorway, grabbing half of the attention of each of you as you continue to dodge Liam and Louis' attacks.

Your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of John, one of the band's security guards, bolting into the room, quickly placing a cup on the coffee table and maneuvering to grab a hold of whoever he can catch first.

Liam is the first to be stopped, with John pushing him towards the direction of the innocent bystanders.

"Jus' you and me, darling!" Louis proclaims, a mischievous laugh following the comment dripping with sass.

"Don' call me darling, you wanker!" You shout back, running to grab yet another bottle.

You quickly rush past him, spilling about half of the bottle down the back of his shirt, and as he yelps out, you see him twist his way out of John's reach and grab more ammunition from the smaller table.

Louis lunges towards you, throwing his hand out in an attack, and as the liquid hits your arm, a heat penetrates through your jumper.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream, grabbing your wounded limb and flopping to the ground.

"Oh don' play victim, love." Louis quips, turning around and displaying an abundance of regret as you begin to wince at the pain. "YN?"

All five boys turn to you, immediately rushing over to your side, and you see John hurry out through the door with his walkie-talkie pressed up against his mouth.

"Bloody hell, Tommo! What did you do?" Liam asks, kneeling down beside you with a hand gently placed on your back.

"I just… I didn't…" He stutters, looking at the ground and bending down to reveal the cup John had put down, before his attempt to end the water fight. It is empty of whatever beverage it had contained and all eyes turn to your jumper, a stain appearing of what smells like coffee. "Shit! YN! M'so sorry!"

"Ge' your jumper off." Harry states, his eyes full of concern as he stares at the spot you're grabbing onto.

"What?"

"So it doesn' injure you more." He replies, nodding down as if to encourage you to grab the hem.

"Umm… m'only wear-... wearin' a bra underneath…" You utter, watching as the expression of each boy turns into one of awkward uncertainty. They've seen you in that predicament before, but usually during a quick change. The close proximity now makes this situation a bit too intimate for everyone's comfort level.

"Hold on." Liam states, jumping up and striding over to the closest rack of clothes, swiping the first t-shirt he sees, and making his way back to you. He tosses it over, and each boy twists around in a slightly different direction while you remove your wet top and immediately replace it with the clean, dry one.

"Alright." You mumble, watching as the five of them turn back to you.

Louis glances over your attire and you look down to see that the article of clothing now on your body is actually his. Ironic.

"Serves me right I s'pose." He chuckles under his breath. "YN, m'really sorry."

"S'alright." You quietly respond, dropping your gaze to the floor, displaying sadness, pain, and a mild amount of embarrassment.

"Come 'ere." He states, his arms stretched towards you to offer an embrace. You scoot on your knees, inching a little closer to him, and wrap one arm around him. He gives you a little squeeze, and as he pulls back, you bring your other arm around him, causing him to lean back in to prolong the hug.

"Guess we were both right." You utter in his ear, keeping a hold on your bandmate.

"Bout what?"

The hand you last reached around him lifts over his head and turns down, pouring the contents of a bottle you had been hiding at your side, waiting for the right moment to exact your revenge.

"Karma is a bitch." You laugh, letting go and pulling back to see him frantically wipe the water from his face. "And so are you."

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 18 days

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Family Ties.

(y/n) tomlinson was the second oldest tomlinson sibling, with her older brother louis, being the oldest, she was currently as of 2024 at the gorgeous age of twenty-nine.

being a member of a family that was known around the world because she had a famous brother who was in one of biggest boy bands in the world, her sisters being influencers, her life was most of the time always in the news.

back in 2010, she first met the future love of her life, the one and only mr harry edward styles, she was fifteen, he was sixteen, at first the two of them were friends, but then as they grew older sparks flew, there first proper date occurred in 2012, when they went to an italian restaurant and that’s when the whole world found out the truth.

her brother wasn’t really mad, louis knew that harry was a good guy, and that he would treat her accordingly, and so there relationship only seemed to bloom from then on.

authors note - ahhh, im so excited for this little universe, best friends brother is defo one of my favourites, so please enjoy this and let me know what you all think 💗

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daisyblog · 1 year

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Where We Are San Siro Stadium

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN in the Where We Are Tour film.

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It was four months until the Where We Are tour begins, including the show in San Siro Stadium and the boys and their crew were busy preparing for the live performance ready to be featured in the documentary.

The stage had been set up in a base in Cardington to rehearse for the tour. With their security and some of their team following behind, the boys saw the stage for the first time and their excitement could be heard through the voices talking over each other.

Walking behind the group are Harry and YN, with Harry's security. Harry wearing a simple white t-shirt, a plaid shirt over it with YN's beanie on his head "It's big in it" and the camera caught YN giving Harry a playful eye roll at his obvious statement.

Louis is walking backwards with an orange football in his hand and Niall is walking to his side. YN walks towards her brother and quickly hits the ball out of his hand, muttering an "oops"

"Grow up will yew" Louis shouts at his sister, whilst playful trying to mess her hair up.

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As the other boys are up on the stage, looking around at the new set-up. Harry and YN are standing below it watching the scene in front of them "It's huge" Harry states again. Before Harry starts to ask Paul, their choreographer, questions about where they stand and start.

YN still standing off the stage with Helene, turns to the camera crew "Harry likes to know the routine before he can enjoy it...such a little worrier".

Paul, Helene and YN are standing at the end of the stage and Paul is explaining that the stage is twice the size of the last stage and how they need to cover the area and bring energy to the show to engage with the whole audience and cameras. Helene then adds that they never really know how the boys are going to perform but they always pull together last minute. Paul and Helene agree that although they know the boys will pull it off, they still make them stressed, YN is seen nodding her head agreeing with them. "Why are you agreeing...you're just as bad for messing around and encouraging them" Paul playfully scolded YN, to which she smiles innocently and shrugs her shoulders.

"Wembely make some noooooise" Niall shouts as he cups his hands around his mouth, and proceeds to lift his fist into the air and clap his hands.

Catching him off guard "Hoooran catch me" YN jumps onto his back and he continues to spin around in circles with his arms out and walks further up the stage with YN clinging to his back.

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The five boys are sat on chairs, waiting to be shown the firework display that is going to be involved in the show. One of the men in charge of the display is explaining what is going to happen in each song and the boys listen on intently.

The fireworks are let off without warning starting everyone, including the crew and team behind the cameras. Harry is seen mouthing 'fuck me' whilst Louis shouting "Woooow". Knowing how much Harry hates loud noises, YN behind the camera is trying to get his attention to check he's okay, but fails as he watches the colours in front of him.

After some time of the fireworks going off, Harry glances at his girlfriend, who is standing to the side of him but off camera, and raises his eyebrows at her with a smirk covering his face.

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Harry and YN are walking towards the white building where the boys are rehearsing for the tour. Fans are standing further down towards the entrance gate, shouting both their names, which they both give friendly waves back. Harry and YN proceed to climb the stairs before Harry hugs one of the team members and YN wraps her arm around her brother to cuddle him as he walks with a cup of tea in his hand.

YN is sitting next to Liam, Louis and Zayn as they talk to the camera. Zayn takes Liam's hat off his head and proceeds to take his own off. In retaliation, Liam pulls Louis's beanie that covers his hair. "Oh no..I'm definitely the worst off for that" Louis protests, causing YN to laugh at her brother's bed hair, to which Louis playfully pushes her from where she's sitting "Don't laugh at me 'air".

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Harry is juggling for bottles whilst he sits down wearing a jumper and green beanie. As he juggles them in the air, YN walks into the shot and pokes at his cheek to try and distract him. But Harry still manages to keep juggling "Ha! I'm just too good", so YN is seen knocking the bottles from his grip, Harry picks one bottle from the floor and twists the lid open and goes to poor it over YN's head as she begins to run away screaming "no".

YN is sitting in front of Louise as she is styling her and Harry appears behind her with scissors trying to cut a bit off "Noo Harry"

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lover-222 · 10 months

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What Could've Been (Joao Felix)

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I saw you had a baby Did you use any of the names we liked? And is your brother doing okay? Is he still getting out of fights?

he watched her life in pictures, joão missed her very much. she didn't know but joão never stopped looking at her instagram pictures. he let tears shed from his brown doe eyes, she looked beautiful. he once dreamed about having babies with her, and she was...but not with him. she looked incredibly beautiful, she was glowing. her baby bump was more noticeable in her pictures, she looked happy you could see it in her smile.

the couple was laying on the grass while looking up at the sky and pointing out the different cloud shapes.

"do you want babies joão ?" she said as she was still looking at the blue sky.

joão turned his head slightly to look at her, "of course i want to have babies especially with you".

y/n smiled at him, "mmm do you have any preference, girl or boy?".

"well i don't really mind but...i really want a girl i hope she'll have your eyes" joão smiled then gently stroked her cheek.

"yeah i see i that, she'd definitely be a daddy's girl" y/n chuckled.

"i have a couple of names ready actually" the boy shyly said.

"really??" she said surprised but still found it cute.

"yeah if it's a girl, i thought of adriana, alexandra, and marina. if it's a boy, santiago, matias, and aron" joão stated while looking at her.

"mmm i love them, wow you came up with really good ones. if i come up with names i'll let you know bebe, but we'll most likely end up choosing one of your names" y/n chuckled.

joão had a good relationship with y/n's brother, marco. funny enough her brother got along with joão very well. they would play fifa together and he would accompany y/n to joão's games, since he was also a football fan. marco noticed how much joão loved y/n, and the longer he was in their house; the more both of the boys got comfortable with each other.

"hello?" joão answered the phone still a bit groggy since it was 3am.

"joão can you please come pick me up i'm at the bar close to your house" marco said drunkenly.

the other boy heard how drunk the boy was, joão quickly got dressed and headed his way to the bar. once he stepped in, the ambience was crazy. people were fighting in the back while music was playing in the background.

joão was scanning the room for marco, but he was nowhere to be seen. that was until he approached the fight that was happening, it was marco. his nose was bleeding and had a cut on his cheek.

joão did what he had to do he separated the fight, trying his best to get the other boy. they finally got out of the place, the boys sighed in relief.

"c'mon let's get you inside" joão said as he had one arm under marcos waist to hold him up, after all the adrenaline left his body his drunkenness came back.

marco stumble a couple of time in the living room, which caused a picture frame to fall, and him almost falling.

"i don't know what i would do without you brother" marco laughed, joão jokingly shook his head.

"get some sleep, i'll come by in the afternoon to see you and y/n" joão told him.

"especially me" marco laughed, while joão nodded and smiled.

the siblings: marco & y/n

They say bitter ends turn sweet in time Is that true of yours and mine?

the couple had split up 3 years ago, it might have not seem like a lot of time but to joão it was a lifetime. it was the pressure of him trying to be the best at football and y/n studying to become a doctor. both professions took time out of their life, they tried their best to make it work.

it did work in the beginning, they made time to be with each other and go on dates, but as soon as things started to pile up on them; it was a disaster. joão would come home tired from training and y/n would be tired from university. at times they wouldn't even see each other, since joão would be at football matches and y/n would be at school.

although after time went by, being far away from each other and not being together anymore; it haunted them. they didn't hate each other, they had no resentments for each other; at least y/n didn't. she respect joão and his profession.

'Cause if you're lonely in Chicago You can call me baby Has it been long enough that you can forgive me?

late at night he regretted his choices and what he had done. even though there was no bad blood between them, joão hoped that y/n would forgive him for not trying hard enough and fighting for the relationship. he knew that if y/n needed him at any time of the day, he would drop everything for her. it's been long enough and he still missed her. he craved for the day that his phone would light up and it'd be her on the other line, he missed her voice.

Just because it didn't work Doesn't mean it's meaningless to me It just wasn't meant to be

he doesn't regret anything in their relationship prior to the breakup. joão enjoyed every single day waking up next to her, every kiss, every embrace. after their breakup, he craved her touch, her lips, her. y/n felt the same, she could barely sleep, she missed his warmth next to her. everything reminded her of him, his favorite ice cream that was still in her freezer and the collection of teddy bears that joão had given her for every anniversary.

"i'm sorry joão, i love you but our schedules are too hectic and it's hard" she said with tears in her eyes.

he grasped onto her hands, "i love you too, just know that i will always love you; maybe it wasn't meant to be but know that i really did, and will love you forever".

y/n smiled weakly, "joão te amo, siempre te amaré, you were my first on many things, i know you'll do great things as a person and a football player. i believe in you joão, take care of yourself" she said and kissed him passionately.

they kissed, their last kiss, they both wished it had lasted forever but it didn't. their relationship was not in vain, they thought it was the best for them to end things, and with no contact to make it easier to move on; although it was the complete opposite.

Have you seen how my life's been going? 'Cause I've been wondering what you'd say Would you have told me to keep going Or would you say to walk away?

y/n had seen joão many times on tv, she noticed how he had gotten way better. not that he wasn't good at the time but he had definitely developed his athletic skills even more. every goal she had seen made by joão made her smile.

she couldn't just sit there and not cheer for him. she was proud of him, she knew he'd make it big. her words really lingered on him, she was proud of him and told him he could do it. her positive energy made him keep going.

she also saw the world cup, y/n saw how devastated he was. he looked defeated, his hair was messy, all she wanted to do was hug him tight and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but she couldn't.

You always made me feel much better And I'll always be grateful for that

"you did amazing joão, you did the best you could do" she smiled at him while she lifted his chin.

he didn't play as good as he thought he did but he was being hard on himself. y/n saw the determination and perseverance every time she saw him play. to joão it meant the world to have her support, he loved how she was so supportive and was always proud of him no matter what.

I didn't have to search 'cause I still know your number I bet sometimes you still like to wear my jumper

joão never deleted her phone number, he couldn't bring himself to do it. he missed her essence and her lovely self , he remembered their late facetime calls and how they'd talk for hours. he missed y/n wearing his jerseys, shirts, hoodies, and sometimes sweatpants.

"are you wearing my clothes anjo?" he chuckled as he looked at her up and down.

(angel)

she was wearing his portugal jersey and his sweatpants, the clothes were baggy on her but she felt so comfortable. it was like being embraced by joão, his clothes smelled like him.

she twirled around, "yes i am do you like it?, i'm sorry i just didn't bring any of my clothes and i wanted to take a shower".

"it's okay bebe, you look way better in my clothes they look good on you" he said as he pulled her towards him and kissed her.

joão and y/n believed that in another universe they did end up together. they beated the odds and had a wonderful relationship. the couple had gotten married, had two kids, and lived in a wonderful home with floki. when they laid on their separate beds in total separate locations, they dreamed about what could've been if they had stayed together, probably wonderful things.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n:

JOAO ANGST JOAO ANGST JOAO ANGST this was fun to write lmaoo i also saw louis last week and i still miss him aaaaa post concert depression is real!!!

anyways hope y'all enjoyed i posted this oneshot on here first bc why not d <3

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narrycherries · 1 year

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you sunshine, you temptress

you are normally an anxious wreck, and something about Harry’s hands calms you down (and his teeth..) * slight smut

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[ part 2 ]

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warnings: Harry x reader, soft!dom harry, biting, spitting, smut, some fluff

**[due to two messages I’ve received since posting this, I want to clarify that this relationship is completely consensual! there is no forcing or pressuring! xo]

Harry was sitting at his desk, eyes fixated on the computer monitor, when you gently tapped your fingers on the door. He looked past the screen and gave you a nod, silently assuring you that you weren’t interrupting anything. It was nice that he worked from home the majority of the time. That meant that you could spend lots of time with him and that when you were having bad times, he was just a few rooms away.

He didn’t fully turn his attention away from the contract he was reading over, though. You felt a sting in your heart as you realized he wasn’t looking your way. But you stayed calm and softly walked across the room, your socks muffling your footsteps.

Once you were at his side, hands fumbled with each other as you waited, he finished the paragraph he was on and adjusted the cursor over the next section so he wouldn’t lose his place.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He said as he turned in the chair, his hands extending for you to take or to step closer, whichever you wanted.

You opted to take his hands and squeeze them tight before placing them on your waist. When you didn’t say anything, he became more concerned. He pulled you closer, wanting to give you some comfort. He could easily tell when your anxiety was hyped up. Your breaths were shaky and your eyes avoided his - simple but key things he noticed every time - on top of other signs.

“What’s the matter, angel baby?” He hummed, dragging you between his knees. Your eyes were placed on his shoulder instead of his face. “Hey, sweet pea. I’ve missed you.”

You nodded softly, indicating the same thing back to him. He knew you were long gone as your hand moved to his shoulder, sliding to the collar of his shirt and you started to gently scratch and pinch his skin.

“Wanna sit in my lap, baby?” He asked in a soft voice, remembering how easily you could get triggered by loud or overwhelming noises.

You nod again, allowing him to maneuver your body. He took notice of your attire - leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was August and you usually never got cold, so he was confused as to why you had a long sleeve item on.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asked, toying with the hem of the sweatshirt as you leaned your side against his body.

“Yeah.. Cus m’not by you.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you savored the feeling of sitting on his lap, his arms secured around your body. His attention was fully yours now. “Miss you.”

He kissed your cheek a few times. “I miss you, baby. You can stay with me for a bit.”

You nodded softly as you picked at your thumbnail. Harry carefully pulled one hand away from the other, knowing you’ll destroy your skin if he didn’t. You huffed and snatched your arms up, crossing them over your chest. He sighed, but kept his cool. He wasn’t intending to set you off, just wanted to look after you.

“M’not tryna be mean, baby, okay?”

“I know.. just don’t.. like it when you do that.” You stared down at his hand that was resting on your thigh.

Your mind drifted off for a moment. You couldn’t resist thinking about how much you adored his hands - how he rubbed your back, caressed your belly, squeezed your breasts. He did so many wondrous things with his hands. He loved to play with your hair and tickle your waist and hold you while you slept. But your favorite things were when he let you suck on his fingers and thumb, whether during sex or while trying to sleep. Most of all, when he rubbed your clit or explored your womanhood - pulling, pinching, and flicking through your folds and over your nub.. that was your favorite.

“Someone’s distracted, hmm.” He said, squeezing your waist as he pressed a line of kisses down your jaw to your chin. “Do you need something special, baby?”

You thought for a moment about your options. Did you want pleasure? Or did you want to give him pleasure and receive praise? You loved either idea, but you weren’t sure. Harry’s thumb and index finger bumped your chin, forcing your head towards him.

“Baby doll, don’t be shy with me.”

“M’not.. just thinking ‘bout what I want.” You pout your lips out, eyes locked with his.

“I can take a twenty minute break, okay?” He looked at his computer for a moment, then shifted his focus back to you. “Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.”

“Twenty?” You softly whispered, your head leaning against his now.

He chuckled back. “I guess it depends on what you want, doll. Y’know I’ll make exceptions.”

That made you feel a little better. You took a deep breath and pushed it through your nose. Your body was experiencing a lot of anxiety, thankfully it was slightly better now that you were with him. But you weren’t sure what you wanted.

“I dunno yet.”

He licked his lips as you looked down at your legs again. “You don’t have to pick anything specific. Just wanna sit with me for a bit?”

You shrugged. “I wan’ to do something special.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you sat your hand over his on your thigh and started tracing his skin. He gave your hip a knead, wishing he could probably feel your butt.

“You’re anxious, yeah?”

“Mhm.. a bit.”

He pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush. “When you’re anxious.. you like f’me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”

You nod. He slid his hand up your leg, pushing the sweatshirt out of the way. It was way too long for you. You watched as he got closer to your crotch,

“Let me make you feel good then, angel.”

You curled your fingers around his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He frowned, confused as to why you weren’t letting him do this.

“Wan’ your other hand..”

He smirked. “Want my better hand, hm?”

“This one gets tired too quick.”

The chuckle that left his throat made your heart skip a beat. He was just so attractive to you in every way. You turned slightly, your hands grabbing his face to yank him towards you. He hummed as his mouth fell on yours, tongues slipping around and lips smacking against one another.

Harry gripped your waist with one hand, the other clutching your hip. He wasn’t letting up on you. He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away, fingers gripping his jaw to keep him back. Immediately, your eyes fell to his lips - they were red liek yours now, slightly swollen and covered in a thin layer of spit. You licked your own lips, wanting to swipe your tongue over his skin to clean him up.

He knew that look in your eyes all too well. His lips pulled into a smirk as he let saliva gather in his mouth. You gulped, hoping that he was going to let you do your favorite thing.

“Please.” You whispered, eyes trained on his mouth as he parted his lips. “Wan’ it, please.”

Without saying a word, he swished all of his spit onto his tongue and knocked your hands down from his face so he could move. You whimpered as you touched his chest, waiting patiently. Harry tapped your chin, a silent command for you to open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out past your lip, eyes watching him closely. He held your jaw and angled your head the way he needed it to be.

A rumble exploded in your stomach as he spit onto your tongue, his taste filling your mouth. Your panties were getting damper by the second. He did it again as you pulled at his shirt, begging for more.

“Hold it, baby.” He mumbled as he let his hand fall from your face. “Look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, don’t you?”

You frowned your brows gently, nodding your head as he slipped his hand under your shirt. Harry knew what you wanted next - his command. You were not in any sort of dominating relationship, but you loved it when he was that way with you.

“Go ‘head, baby doll. Show me what you love doing.”

You released a gentle moan as you spread his spit onto your lips, smearing it over your skin. He watched with a hard smirk, eyes focused on your mouth. You scooped it all back up and move it from cheek to cheek, tasting him was your favorite thing.

“Swallow it f’me, baby.” He said with a lift of his brows.

You pushed it all down your throat and stuck out your tongue, showing him it was all gone. He gave you a proud grin and grabbed your chin, bringing your face back to his. He kissed you for a long moment - it was sloppy and messy, tongues rubbing all over, spit mixing together and being passed around from mouth to mouth. It was dirty, like you liked. He had never experienced this kind of intimacy before you, and neither had you. It was just something that unfolded with time - something you both found within yourselves, only for each other.

“M’baby might be a bit more than anxious, yeah?” He said breathlessly, finally pulling back to take a break. “Are you horny, baby doll?”

A grunt slipped past your swollen lips. “Needy.”

He smirked at your correction. Despite being so filthy with him, you didn’t like hearing certain words. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“Wan’ me to take care of you, baby?” His hand pressed into the small of your back. “Make it all go ‘way?”

You nodded, hands gripping either side of his neck. “Please.”

“Turn ‘round.” He patted your thigh, wanting you to adjust yourself in his lap.

You moved around, throwing a leg on either side of him, sitting down on his thighs like you belonged tbere. That’s because you did. Once you were situated, his hands grasped your body and you felt more of that anxiety in your gut fade away. You were comfortable.

“Tell me what you need.”

You groaned, tilting your head back in frustration. “More than twenty minutes.”

Harry chuckled. “Baby girl, y’already know I’ll give you all the time in the world.”

Once you received that assurance from him, your throughts went wild. You scratched at his neck, but not too harshly - the reminder than he has an important meeting tomorrow was stuck in your head, only because he’d have to leave you home by yourself.

“Mark me, please.” You said softly, one hand slipping onto his jaw to move his head where you wanted it, and he of course let you without putting up a fight. “Wanna be yours.”

He smirked against your throat as your head fell backwards. “Already mine, baby girl. But I’ll remind everyone.”

You sighed in relief as he started sucking on a spot of skin, pulling it into his mouth, drawing your blood to the area. For a second, you thought about stopping him but you didn’t want to - not all the way, at least. Your fingers locked in his hair, slightly pulling at his roots. He thought you were just reacting to him, letting him know you were enjoying it. So he frowned when you used some force to yank his head back, tearing his mouth from your skin.

“Baby, I thought-“

Your thumb covered his lips, making him silence himself. Sometimes you got a bit bossy, but without taking control or gaining any dominance. You get what you want whenever you want, never have to do any work unless you want to.

“Bite me.” You muttered back, eyes boring into his.

His brows dropped. “Baby, y’know I don’t like using m’teeth on your neck.. s’too pretty for brutal marks.”

You groaned, sliding your thumb over his teeth before letting him envelope it into his warm mouth. “Don’t have to do many.. just a few, please.”

“No, darling. I’ll give you marks but no bites.”

You whined, frustrated with him at this point. “Baby, please!”

“We have dinner plans Saturday, baby. It’s easy to cover the bruises.. not teeth marks.”

You gave his chest a shove, making him huff back at you. “Harry, please. Don’t wanna beg you.”

“M’not gone let you, baby. I said no.”

Your nails sank into his shoulders, even though the fabric of his shirt he could feel them piercing his skin. His big hands grasped your hips, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working. You were getting irritated with him.

“But I get what I want. You always promise me that, bubby.”

You attempted to sway him by using a soft, sad tone of voice and one of his favorite pet names. But it didn’t seem to work. He shook his head and pressed the pads of his fingers deep into your thick hips.

“I said no.” He sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment.

“Harry, pretty please.” You pout, rolling your bottom lip out and giving him wide eyes, doing whatever it possibly took.

He shook his head again. “No, honey. No.”

You didn’t like it when he denied you of soemthing you wanted. It happened so rarely that you never were able to handle it right when it did occur. You pushed out a breath, your lips turning to a frown.

“Then stop!” You suddenly blurted out, grabbing his wrists to push his arms away from your body.

“Baby, don’t.” Harry quickly tightened his grip on you, knowing you’d be unable to pull him off. “You’re acting like a child.”

“You’re being mean to me!” You felt your lip start to quiver, and of course he immediately noticed it.

“Nuh-uh, none of that, darling.” He was trying to be as sweet as he could.

He never liked it when you got upset, especially if he was the cause of it. The last thing he wanted for was your to cry over this - because he’s denying you of what you want.

“Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you. Everytime i bite you the way you want.. You bleed.”

“S’cus I wanna! I wanna hurt.. wan’ the pain.” You struggled to take in a proper breath. “You know I like it.”

Your arms slinked around his neck, pulling your self against him. His head was forced into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t fight you. If he was being honest, he was confused as to why you suddenly wanted his touch, weren’t you mad at him?

“Please, Harry, please.” You whined quietly. “I wan’ your teeth on me, please. Love you so much.. wanna be marked.”

“Baby.”

“I’ll do anything, bubba! Please!”

Harry took in a breath and carefully released it, his warmth spreading over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and twisting to keep a hold on him. You felt hopeless, despite not wanting to give up. Harry could easily tell you were being genuine - whenever you were needy, you were just needy. There was no pretending or trying to deny it, he knew that.

He gave in. “You’re wearing your hair down Saturday.”

The second his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, you let out a loud moan of absolute pleasure. You adored the pain that shuddered through your body - straight to your core. Soft whines fell past your lips, getting lost in his hair as you shifted your head.

Harry’s fingers roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your head back where it had been, allowing him easier access to your neck. A thousand things flooded your mind all at once - each of them revolving around him. You wondered if he was really enjoying this. It was nothing new to you - the fact he didn’t like inflicting too much pain on you. Rougher sex was one thing, at least he knew then you were getting pleasure and an orgasm - but biting you so hard.. that was a whole other situation. He didn’t like doing it, the pain was a different type, the physical effects it caused to your body made him hate himself. But yet, he always did it whenever you asked because you were his princess - and princesses always get what they want.

The other main thought your mind kept circling back to was whether or not he was getting off on this. Was he just doing this to make you happy? You started to grind your hips down, trying to feel for any hardness. He groaned as you rubbed against his erection, a smile covered your lips. Of course he was horny, when was he not?

“Harry.” You muttered as he started working on a third mark, this time at the base of your throat where your skin was much thinner - which he was very aware of. He wasn’t trying to make you bleed out, but you weren’t satisfied anymore. “Harder.”

He opened his eyes as his lips fell from your neck. You huffed, trying to yank him back against you. He stopped you, his big hand coming up to gently touch the side of your neck - the side he hadn’t marked up. You were slightly irritated as his pretty eyes stared at the mark on your throat. He had bitten down too hard - even though it was lighter than the others. Your skin was so fragile there, so sensitive. Now, it was broken and a red circle was forming around the area.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered softly, combing through his hair. It was slightly oilier than usual, tonight was his shower night. “Please, baby.”

“M’done.” He muttered back, eyes still locked on your neck. There was a drop of blood pooling to the surface. He gulped as he watched it emerge and begin to roll down your skin. “I hurt you.”

His grip on your head loosened and you were finally able to move, opting to look down at him. You relaxed your body, sitting all the way on his thighs now. Your fingers curled around his nape, eyes trying to find his but he wouldn’t stop his staring.

“M’not hurt.” You whisper back, trying your best to remain calm and not become a brat about not getting your way. Sometimes Harry just didn’t realize he was doing everything you wanted him to do. “Please, look at me.”

The shake of his head was faint, barely noticeable. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. Harry’s hands were hardly touching your body now. He had returned his hand back to your waist - but he wasn’t even gripping you like he always, always did. It worried you, mostly because you thought it was your fault. Was he not turned on anymore? Did he not want to do this? You could still feel him under you, hard as a rock - but that didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore.

“You’re bleeding.. in all three spots.” He mumbled, his lips stuck in the shape of a frown.

Once again, you try your best to move his head up, but he doesn’t allow it. A whine slips past your lips as you put both hands on his neck, attempting to get his attention.

“I can make you feel better, yeah?” You suggested, one hand traveling down his chest. He grabbed your wrist just as you reached his navel. “Harry.”

“No.” He quickly shot your efforts down.

“You don’t.. want me?” The words came out in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

Harry let out an unamused laugh. “You shouldn’t want me, baby. I.. you’re bleeding.”

You were annoyed by his constant complaining, so you decided to determine the outcome yourself. When you reached up to touch your throat, Harry shook his head. You felt a wetness coat two of your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back to look, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“M’not touching you anymore.. not right now.” He said suddenly, making your heart drop to your gut.

“What? No! Harry.” You whined, quickly wiping your fingers on your shirt so you could touch his face. “Bubby, i need you, please.”

“Baby, no.”

Tears began forming in your eyes. “This isn’t fair! I want this. You didn’t do it on purpose!”

He shook his head and gripped your sides. “Go. M’not doing anything.”

That broke your heart - literally crushed your lungs. A breath came from your mouth and you slumped against him, his face in your chest as you lazily put your arms around his neck.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled out, trying your best to be as sweet as possible. “Love you so much.”

Harry huffed back. “I love you, darling, but M’not doing this right now.”

“Harry-“

“Give it up, baby. M’serious.”

“Fine!” You threw your arms down and pressed your hands on his shoulders to stand up. He tried to keep a hold of your waist but you furiously shoved his hands down. “You’re being mean for no reason!”

He didn’t like the tears rolling down your clearly angry face. “Baby-“

“No!” You yelled, fists clutched at your sides. “I didn’t interrupt you! You let me in! I didn’t do anything mean to you!”

“I never said you did!” He raised his voice right back at you, but you didn’t care.

Within seconds, you were fleeing his office and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was supposed to give you his undivided attention - but today he chose to neglect that promise. He wasn’t working on anything that needed his full focus, so why was he acting that way? It wasn’t like he had never bit you before..

((I wrote this originally using a name for the female character, but I changed it! Excuse any errors if I left in the name anywhere!))

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celestialhrry · 1 year

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It’ll Be Okay

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.

WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.

A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.

“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.

“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”

“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.

“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”

“No, no water.”

“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.

I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.

“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.

Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.

“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.

“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.

“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.

You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.

“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.

“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.

He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.

You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.

“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”

And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.

Sorry for not posting since like August. School started and it’s my senior year so I’ve been super busy with college apps but I finished yesterday so I should be posting more. Love you guys so much!!!!

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adoringhrry · 11 months

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“Distracted?”

summary: In which Harry drags you to the gym and try as you might, you really don’t hate it as much as you let on.

“Do you want to come to the gym?” Harry jabbered, popping his head into the room where Y/n was sitting.

The room she was in, which was quite large for a tour bus, was like her sanctuary. The boys were the loudest people on Earth, she would reckon. Each of them had their own loudness to them that made Y/n wanna face-plant into a pillow.

Niall had his cute loud laugh. Liam would shout at the stupid X-box. Louis would be yelling at Niall trying to make him laugh. Zayn would be listening to his music too loudly. Harry, her wonderful boyfriend, was the worst of them all! He’d love to sit by her feet and tell her mind-numbing jokes while giggling like a maniac.

Harry’s laugh was beautiful, but sometimes when overstimulated it was like nails on chalkboard. So the adjacent room in the bus was almost reserved for her. Y/n could bring her current read in and not be bothered too much for a little while. Never longer than an hour. Like now.

“You know I can barely carry a milk jug, babe.” She joked with a grin. The book she held in her hands was forgotten, turning her head to meet his eyeline.

“I mean you just coming with me, y’know?” He asked, now stepping into the space while scratching the back of his neck. “You can bring the book if you want.”

Harry knew just how much you despised the gym and everything that comes with it, so you were grateful for the compromise he threw in. Harry also knew that it was impossible for you to say no to him for too long.

“If I come, you aren’t gonna ask me to take videos of you strutting on the running thing?” She asked, quirking a brow.

A triumphant grin stretched across Harry’s face. “Treadmill. Promise no strutting, even though you love it.”

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The gym wasn’t as horrible of an idea it had originally seemed. There weren’t any people there. All that was there was the workout equipment and the them.

Y/n book was forgotten about as she watched Harry. He was doing curls, that’s what she had thought he said. His chest was sweaty. The shirt he had adorned was abandoned in the corner of the room.

Gripping onto the book she watches as his muscles flex. Never in a million years did she think watching her boyfriend working out would be so attractive.

His arms were strained. He was gripping the bar with such a force it made a blush creep into her cheeks. His glistening tattoos were on perfect display.

It was sexy.

“How’s your book, Darlin’?” He strained, voice husky and worn out.

Quickly she picked her book up from her lap. She opened to a random page and pretended to just be paying attention. “It’s riveting.”

Harry smirked as he placed his equipment down. He walked over to her frame, towering over her. He leaned down to lend a kiss to her forehead.

It was only a second later when his lips were by her ear. She could smell his natrual smell. God, was it addicting.

“Your book’s upside down, by the way.”

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justmeinatree · 8 months

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Let Passion Get Too Much

Summary : niall x louis x reader threesome. that’s all it is.

TW : smut, threesome, anal, double penetration

Word Count : 3.2k

the timing could not have been worse. and why the fuck do connecting doors to hotel rooms not come automatically locked ? neither niall or yourself ever even thought of checking. assuming, for obvious security purposes, that the door would absolutely be locked.

maybe it was the fact that you knew louis was staying on the other side, the fact that actual danger wasn’t present.

but now, you wholeheartedly wished one of you had checked. because niall was laying on the bed, back sitting slightly up against the headboard, stark naked. and you were on your knees, next to him, hand rolling down niall’s rock hard length, spreading a bead of precum, also stark naked.

with a bit of pressure on his cock, niall’s eyes closed, a breathy whine could be faintly heard from the back of his throat, making you literally dribble arousal onto the mattress beneath you.

and that’s the moment louis comes waltzing in, “did i leave my smokes here ?” he asks, looking around the room, not having looked up at you yet.

both you and niall do nothing but stare at louis, frozen into position, your hand wrapped around the base of niall’s cock, one of niall’s hands gripped into your ass.

but then louis looks up, takes in the scene in front of him, eyes wide, “fuckin hell, please dont cover up on my account,” he exclaims sarcastically.

“teach you to fuckin knock mate,” niall’s hand leaves your body, scrubbing over his face, groaning, “could you please hurry up. we’re kind of busy, yeah”

louis shakes his head, keeping his eyes down, looking around the seating area of the hotel room, where you’d all spent the evening passing joints around, and catching up.

“can’t fuckin find them,” louis mutters to himself, loud enough to make niall groan again, “c’mon louis.”

but you look over at niall, and christ, he knows that look all too well. you want something. something that surely isn’t going to necessarily be in his favour, judging by the size of puppy eyes you were flashing.

and then it dawns on him. a conversation you’d had a long time ago. about wanting to have a threesome. you wanted to try it, finally felt comfortable enough with a partner to know that you’d be totally safe. and with that in mind, other than niall, louis’ the next person in line, in terms of comfort.

“you can’t be fuckin serious,” niall blurts out, eyes locked on yours. “s’him you want ?”

because you’d never explicitly mentioned a name, just said that you’d know it when the time was right. and honestly, what could be more right time than this ?

“hey, you said you wouldn’t judge,” you pout at him, puppy eyes getting bigger, as you look down at him.

“christ, m’not judging, just- c’mon, it’s louis,” niall groans, scrubbing his face again. this was not how niall imagined his night going. he never imagined you’d pick louis of all people. although the more he thinks about it, the more it seems fairly comfortable for everyone.

but louis’ ears perk up at the mention of his name, looking over again, keeping his eyes up by your faces now that he knows he has to. “sorry, sorry, fuck, they’re not here. i’ll leave, sorry again.”

“louis, wait,” niall calls out, making your eyes go wide, figuring this means that he’s agreed.

louis turns around, looking over at niall, “what is it ?”

niall takes a deep breath, looking over louis with a bit of a chuckle, “christ- “ he cuts himself off, looking at you again, “sure about this ?”

you quickly nod, looking over at louis, “join us ?” you ask lightly, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. because to you it was. by now, you’d become really close friends with louis. you were incredibly comfortable with him, there was no shame or awkward discomfort for you in this conversation.

“you- what ?” louis laughs, “are you serious ?”

“please, louis,” you look over at him, biting your lip, crawling off the bed, leaving niall to sit up straighter against the headboard, watching the interaction between you two.

louis’ eyes roam the expanse of your exposed self as you approach him, he was only human afterall, but your body is quickly shielded from his gaze, as you step right up to him, body pressed against his.

his eyes flick over to niall, as his hands instinctively went to your hips, checking in with him, only to find niall nodding back at him, giving him the okay, “s’her you should be checking with.”

as louis’ eyes land on yours again, he finds you smiling back at him, “s’okay to touch. i want you to. will you please join us ?” at the flash of hesitation in his eyes, you add softly, “no shame, louis. if you don’t want to, just say, we’ll never mention it again.”

you watch as his gaze flick between you and niall, two of his best mates, whom are dating and have been for quite some time. but he doesn’t want to say no. he’s curious.

“what are the rules then ?” louis asks softly, smirking down at you, a wide smile taking over your features, as you make your way back to the bed, pulling him behind you.

you crawl back up onto the mattress, your hand colliding with louis’ chest as he attempts to follow you, his eyebrows furrowing. “gotta strip first,” you smile at him, wanting him naked.

louis chuckles, stripping his clothes off quickly, not wanting to think this through too much, going on feeling, joining you and niall on the bed, looking at you both expectantly, “anything i shouldn’t do then ?”

you look over at niall, having a silent conversation with your eyes, niall shaking his head, “for tonight, nothing’s off limits. we just go with the flow. if anything’s ever not feeling good, we speak up.”

at that, you nod, looking over at louis, who’s nodding as well, his fingertips gliding down your backbone, following the dip in your back, rounding out over your bum.

niall reaches for your hand, pulling you close again, to lock his lips with yours, his cock still incredibly hard.

you groan, getting momentarily lost in the kiss, swinging your leg over his, straddling his thighs, as your hands tangle into his hair.

louis comes up behind you, both hands gripping into the swell of your ass, spreading you apart, his hardening length gliding between your cheeks, biting his lip as he watches.

“think you’ll be able to take us both, love ?” louis asks, watching the head of his dick catch on your puckered hole. watching your body clench every single time.

you whimper against niall’s lips, pulling away momentarily to answer louis, “fuck yes, please. want you both. wanna be so full.”

“such a good girl hmm ?” louis murmurs, pulling his member away from you, in favour of watching his thumb roll around your hole, pressing gently, massaging your tight ring of muscles. “just want to please, dont you ?”

“she’s the fuckin best,” niall hums, biting on your lip, his fingertips tickling over your tummy on their way to grope your breasts, thumbing over your pert nipples. “can’t wait to show off what she can do.”

your hips roll down against niall’s cock, listening to them talk about you as if you weren’t right there, a glimmer of pride from your boyfriend, an intense turn on you seemingly didn’t even realize you had.

“getting a bit needy aren’t ya petal ?” niall groans, having been so hard for what feels like forever now. he watches you nod, your cunt dripping down onto niall’s length steadily, as he passes a bottle of lube over to louis. “she’s done this plenty. shouldn’t take too too much.”

you instantly feel the heat rising up your neck to your cheeks, embarrassment evident in your features now that louis knows you’ve enjoyed anal a bit more than you’ve ever cared to admit.

but niall knows you well, catching the look etched on your face, fingers darting out to smooth over your cheek, as you feel the dribble of cool lube leaving the bottle and hitting your hole.

you flinch slightly, feeling yourself clench, hiding your face in niall’s neck, feeling his hands run up and down your back in comfort, hearing him coo against your hair, “dont need to be embarrassed, pet.”

louis’ eyes flick up at the mention of embarrassment, just as the tip of his middle finger breaches your hole, a breathy moan now fogging up niall’s neck, “s’just me lovie,” louis hums, the tightness around his finger not going unnoticed. “fuckin love that you wanna take us both. love that you’re ready for it.”

louis works his way up to 3 fingers, twisting them around inside you, petting your inner walls, learning what it is that makes you moan loudest. so far, he’s absolutely obsessed with all your pretty sounds, loves that he’s the one able to elicit them from you too.

“think you’re ready, beautiful,” louis coos, his fingers slipping out of you, both hands now gripped into your bum again, watching the gape he’s created. “who’s going first ?”

“ni, please,” you whimper, blinking at niall, watching him nod, needing to feel some sort of relief, your cunt absolutely weeping for it.

“help me, petal,” niall hums, not having the best angle as you’re straddled onto him. without a second though, you reach down, sitting yourself onto his hard length, a loud relief filled moan echoing through the room, from both you and niall.

you work your hips over him a few times, head tipping back onto louis’ shoulder, biting your lip as you breathe in his musky scent. it was so different from niall, yet incredibly comforting as well.

louis’ face dips down to kiss along your shoulder and into your neck, leaving tentative licks as he does, getting a taste at your sweet self for the first time. he couldn’t deny ever having thoughts about you, he always thought you were gorgeous. but he’s met you as niall’s girlfriend, and learned to push the thoughts aside because of it.

but this moment, now that he’s gotten the okay, and he’s slowly pushing into you, his mind goes completely blank.

with your head still leaned on louis’ shoulder, your body starts lightly trembling, breathing getting shallow as you’ve never felt so incredibly full in your life, “fuck, fuck,” you whimper breathily, bottom lip quivering.

louis’ arms were wrapped around your body, holding you up against him, niall’s fingers digging into your hips, as louis’ cock slowly starts thrusting in and out of you, niall staying completely seethed inside you, feeling the drag and pull of his mate’s cock.

“christ, fuckin hell,” niall groans loudly, “can feel you. fuck, can feel you moving,” he whimpers, the overwhelming tightness of it all not only affecting you, but also both men. “gotta fuckin feel this, lou,” niall moans, hands darting out instinctively to grip into louis’ hips, stilling his movements inside you.

as niall starts to roll his hips, you moan louder, if at all possible, a shiver running through your entire body, the head of his cock grinding into your sweet spot deliciously hard, tucked into you with so much less space than usual.

louis moans as well, one hand reaching out for niall’s arm, the glide of his friend’s cock adding to the intense pleasure, “christ mate, fuck. weren’t kidding eh ?”

niall shakes his head, all three of you working through breathy pants, niall’s cock thrusting slowly, the overwhelming pressure, overwhelming sensitivity, overwhelming pleasure taking over all of your bodies.

it all starts to unravel for you when you feel louis’ hand gliding down your body, stilling over your stomach, and pressing down, making him feel the head of niall’s cock bumping into you with each thrust. “s’he filling you up good ? fuck, can you feel him in your tummy ? being so good for us, sweet girl. so fucking good.”

as he catches you nod, whining and biting your lip, your brain a little too lost to properly answer him, his hand keeps gliding down, fingertips flicking over your clit, you now really start to lose it.

your head peels itself from louis’ shoulder, forehead resting on niall’s, your hands gripped tightly into his hair as some sort of anchor. your body starts steadily shaking, gasping for air, your body clenching with every passing flick of louis’ fingers on your sensitive button.

a loud guttural moan rips through you as your body seizes, intense pleasure coursing through your bloodstream, both louis and niall’s lengths pressed up deep inside you, feeling you clenched up tightly on them.

unable to hold himself back, with the tight vice grip you have on his cock, niall’s head drops to your chest, groaning, as he cums, spurts of hot white coating your inner walls, his grip tightened on louis’ hips.

“fuck, are you cumming too ?” louis groans breathily, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“christ, how are you not ?” niall moans, another tremor wracking through his body, as your head falls back onto louis’ shoulder, panting for air, bottom lip trembling as silent tears falls from your eyes, wetting louis’ neck. “so fuckin tight, fuck, fuck,” niall adds, working to catch his breath.

he can hear louis chuckle, feel him slowly pull out and thrust back into you, niall whining loudly as he feels the drag against his overly sensitive prick, reaching back without thinking, fingernails dug into louis’ ass to keep him in place, “don’t you fucking dare.”

“sorry mate, sorry,” louis giggles, resting his head against yours, his hand gently petting your tummy, “feeling alright love ?” as you nod, taking a shuddering breath, making louis coo quietly, “s’a lot yeah ? feeling a bit overwhelmed ?”

“yeah,” you whisper, not trusting your voice entirely, as niall gains some composure, looking up at you, kissing the underside of your chin, “lemme pull out, petal.”

his hands glide from louis’ bum, back onto your hips, holding you steady as he pulls out of you, a large dribble of cum following suit.

you feel your body buckle, muscles going limp, louis being the only thing truly holding you up, as niall pecks a series of kisses over your chest.

“want me to pull out as well ?” you hear louis ask, immediately shaking your head, no.

“want you to cum inside me too,” you murmur, no more embarrassment present, completely lax with the moment.

“can i move then ?” he asks quietly, feeling you nod, as he hooks his finger under your chin, turning your face towards his, lips crashing onto yours in your first kiss, beginning to work his cock inside you again.

you whine, a bit sensitive, a quick shiver running down your spine, feeling niall drop down on the bed, shimmying himself further between your legs, his tongue taking a tentative lick at your folds, collecting some of his cum.

you moan louder against louis’ lips, one hand reaching down into niall’s hair on instinct, body relaxing further into louis’, your muscles rendered completely useless.

louis’ eyes flick down, catching a glimpse at the dark brown tousle of hair between your legs, groaning, “you fuckin tasting yourself ?”

you can feel niall moan, nodding against you, the languid strokes of his tongue collecting each drip of his cum.

“always knew you were fuckin dirty,” louis chuckles breathily, feeling your body start to clamp down again, obviously overly sensitive. “s’ni making you feel good, love ?”

you nod, moaning out a series of yeses, your other hand, the one not in niall’s hair, reaching above you to bring louis’ face back up to yours, kissing him deeply, tongue quickly slipped into his mouth.

“s’louis making you feel good ?” niall asks, breath fanning over your abused cunt, his thumb coming up to swipe repeatedly from your entrance to your clit as he settles further, playfully taking one of louis’ balls in his mouth, pulling away with a pop.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck. everything’s so good,” you groan loudly, gasping for air, completely lost in the feeling of them.

louis groans louder as well, one hand leaving your body to grip into niall’s hair alongside yours, nails scratching at his scalp.

niall shudders, his cock starting to gain interest again, his hand working over himself as he licks his way back up to your clit. his other hand slides behind you, gripping into louis’ ass again, making his hips move faster, harder, working you up more.

“fuckin christ, so fuckin good,” louis groans, head tucked into your neck, arms wrapping around you tighter, thighs starting to shake.

as niall slips his tongue inside you, flicking it over your sensitive walls, louis shudders harder, teeth digging into the skin of your shoulder, whining loudly, “can feel your tongue. fuck, dont stop ni.”

so niall doesn’t stop, his tongue keeps flicking inside you, catching on the underside of louis’ cock through your walls. your body starts convulsing, louis sucking over the bite mark he’s left on you, thrusts growing more and more erratic, the more he feels. feels niall’s tongue. feels you squeezing down on him.

“gonna cum again pet ?” niall hums, mouth still pressed to your sopping cunt, his entire face stuffed against you, struggling to breathe, and not caring one bit, too caught up in the overwhelmingness of it all.

“mhmm, fuck,” you groan out loudly, another orgasm ripping through you, a string of curses coming from behind you, as louis finally lets go, filling you up to the brim.

as you start to come down, louis pulls out of you, niall giving your cunt one last kiss, shimmying his way out from under you, helping you lay down next to him, louis following suit.

“remind me to lose my smokes more often,” louis jokes, a breathy laugh escaping his lips, one hand up in his hair, working at regulating his breathing.

“only one thing left to do,” niall hums, leaning on his elbow to be propped up, looking over you at louis. “after all that, think i deserve a little smooch,” he smirks playfully.

“fuckin hell,” louis laughs, shaking his head, leaning up as well to press his lips to niall’s, both of them laughing through it all.

you hum, laying under them, smirking up at the scene before you, “definitely making a note to steal your smokes sometime.”

Part 2

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daaydreamy · 10 months

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wait stop omg sub louis and hes just screaming and sobbing into the pillow 🥹 yn wont stop fucking him even after hes been overstimulated 🥹 and shes just fucking him until he passes out 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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summary: y/n and louis come back home after hanging out with friends.

warnings: coarse language, smut, pegging, overstimulation, pain kink, passing out (?)

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

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Louis had been teasing Y/N all night.

Ever since they sat down across their friends, drinking beers and chatting with everybody, Louis never took his hands off of her. He’d keep one of his hands under the table, dancing the tips of his fingers along Y/N’s soft thighs, sometimes pushing her dress up a little to get his hand under it. He only ever toyed with the waistband of her underwear, running his fingers along her groin.

He’d do it so nonchalantly too, chatting and laughing with their friends as if he wasn’t touching her under the table, using his other hand to take swigs of his beer.

•••

Louis whimpered weakly as the grip he had on the sheets slowly loosened more and more, gasping wetly and letting his back arch upwards whenever Y/N nudged at that spot in him that made him tremble at this point. His hair had gone all frizzy from sweat and his face was completely flushed, his body gleeming under the warm light of the lamp beside them. He was so sensitive, so fucked-out at that point that it felt like he was in a dream, like everything was all hazy and he never wanted it to stop.

His face was buried in his pillow and it was all wet with all the tears that spilled from his eyes and the drool he couldn’t stop from dripping off of his lower lip, barely even hanging onto threads of consciousness. His throat had gone all raspy from the whining and sobs.

“Wanna… wanna turn over.” He turned his head a little as an attempt to look back at Y/N. She let him lie on his back, watching his back immediately arch up and his hands scrambling for the sheets when she pushed her strap back into him, making him press his head back against his pillow, gasping shakily.

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acesofspadess · 9 months

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Family Values

a/n: Louis and Harry are baby girl in this

summary: what happens when your family questions your love

It all started in 2011….

“Lou this is about to be the biggest project we’ve worked on.”

You were a family friend of Lou’s and even though she was almost 11 years older than you, you were like sisters and both pursued your careers in hair styling.

“I know but we can’t let them know that. Just act like they are the least of our problems.”

The two girls heard crashing footsteps and the door bursting open. “Are we in the right place?” the first boy asked. “Where supposed to be getting our hair done.”

“Yeah you're in the right place. Come sit.”

“I'm Harry and this Louis.”

“Y/N.”

Through the following years you grew close to all of the boys, but especially Harry and Louis and everyone saw it. It was never spoken upon, just glances between the three of you never going unnoticed. It wasn't until the band went on ‘break’ did conversations start to arise.

“Do you want us the way we want you?”

You knew the ‘larry’ subject was a sensitive topic, purely because management wouldn't allow it. You never understood how they could try and prevent these two wonderful souls from loving who they wanted.

“We can’t make anything official yet, but I promise, when the time is right.”

Now 5 years after the break, you Louis and Harry were in a committed relationship. You were all doing your own things as of right now. Harry had just started his second tour and Louis was a year into his tour. You were now a designer for Dior. Before you went official, you would head back home for the holidays to see everyone in your family, reunite and be a ‘proper’ family. But now, it was like walking on eggshells. It wasn't that your family didn't ‘like’ the boys per say. It was the simple fact that there were two of them. You were immune to the questioning glances when one of you would give another or both a kiss, but this Christmas was a whole different story.

You were all sitting around in the large living area of your parents house. The fire was crackling and snow was falling outside, it was the perfect picturesque christmas, until your mother decided to speak up. “You know I used to not understand why you had to pick two boys, but I guess it's so that you can have more children. Maybe they'll have some more common sense, At least you picked two successful boys.'' She laughed quietly at her ‘joke’ and while the majority of your family snickered with her, you, Louis, Harry, and Lou whose family was also there, weren't. “Excuse me, what did you say!?” you were pretty level headed, never one snap when someone attacked you, you simply shrugged it off or spoke to them calmly so as to not escalate the situation anymore.

But this outburst made every mouth close, you were sure you could hear a pin drop. “For one, they have names, Harry and Louis, so stop pretending like you don’t know them. I truly can't believe you, say all you want about me, but keep them out of your mouth. They are nothing but kind to you, they bring you flowers and gifts every time they come, or when Lou and I visit when they can't. What is truly so different in our relationship than you and Pa's? What if there's an extra person? We love each other, just like you and dad. We cherish, and adore, and respect, and make each other the best versions of ourselves, just like you and dad.” you weren't crying. You thought that if this day ever came you would. But you all saw it coming. You had told the boys every time you visited they didn't have to come because something always happened. But they persisted.

“Seriously, y/n. You couldn't have just picked one, the one without the kid.” any hint of the Y/N they knew before was gone, all you saw was red looking at your father. “I cannot believe you just said that. Louis is the best father I know. Way better than you. I don't know what is going through your sick and twisted minds, but we won't be around to find out. We have been nothing but kind and understanding of the difference of our relationship and how it might affect others, but - god- i cannot believe this is what it turned out to be.”

You worked your way out the living area and towards the front where everyone's bags were, wondering why Harry, Louis, and Lou were still in there.

Both boys stood up after you stormed out the room and decided now was the best time to speak. “You may not like our relationship with your daughter, or niece, or cousin, whoever she is to you; but that should never get in the way of your relationship with her.” Harry spoke as he grabbed Louis' shaky hand. “We ask her to come, to try and show you that we can become a family. Never again try to contact her, or any of us. And never again, do I want to hear you say anything about Louis and his fatherhood.” He knew if he said more he would never stop. He looked at Lou who seemed ready to go and walked out to where he knew you would be.

The drive to the hotel after dropping Lou off was quiet, as was the journey up to the room. It was only when they were in the confines of the hotel room did you start to cry. Two warm bodies caught you as you sank to the floor. “I'm sorry,” you repeated over and over again. You wished you could wash away the words your parents spoke to them. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Louis kissed the top of your head to seal in his words. “Their actions and words do not define you. We love you.” Harry knew exactly what you were thinking. Louis' phone started ringing and when he checked it, it was Liam. They had given Freddy to Liam while they were away as his mom was no longer in the picture.

“I'll call him back later, it's okay.” but you shook your head and wiped your tears. “Answer. It might be Freddy.'' When he clicked accept on the facetime call you saw Freddy closest to the screen and Liam and his son, Bear, behind him. “Hi lad.” The instant joy that was in his voice as he saw his son made you smile and you and Harry quickly moved into frame. “ hi love.” you smiled and waved watching freddy almost drop the phone but Liam catching it. “Who is that Freddy? Say hi.”

“Hi mumma.”

And it seemed everyone froze. You watched Liam do a double take, Harry's arm squeezing your waist a little tighter, and Louis, who had tears in his eyes. The three of you had always talked about what you and Harry would be to Freddy as your relationship blossomed around the time he was born. Freddy had already been calling Harry, Papa H or H, which he had you to blame for calling him that one time as a joke. But he had never said anything about you.

You all figured it was because he did have his mom until he no longer needed her and she left the picture. You came to realize that Freddys brain was now recognizing you as mom because you were a constant in his life. Or he was just confused.

“Hi Freddy. What are you doing?” you moved on as if nothing happened simply taking it as a slip up. “We're drawing.” His mixed accent of Louis and you and Harry made you smile. “What are you drawing lad?” It was Harry's turn to get over his initial shock. You watched as Liam told Freddy to get his drawing as he looked at the camera with a look you all picked up on as ‘what the fuck?’ Freddy came back into frame with his picture.

He started pointing out who was who and when he got to the brown skinned stick figure (which made you chuckle) he said it again. “And that mumma.” This time everyone knew it wasn't an accident. “That's your mum lad?” Liam asked, still seeing you three in shock. “Yeah, that's Y/N. She's mummy cause I love her and she loves me.” you practically melted and smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

When the call ended you made Harry and Louis pack their stuff as you wanted to go home and cuddle with your family. And that you did. When Liam opened his door a day later Freddy came running into your arms.

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