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mariaofdoranelle · 5 months

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Look at Us Now - ch. 20

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I think this is my time to shine with an unhinged A/N! I went to Rio to see Taylor Swift, she postponed my show when I was already inside the stadium enduring so much heat several people were passing out or got 2nd degree burns just to touch metal. Then I had to run from not one, but TWO mass muggings (if there’s even a translation for ‘arrastão’ in english). But now I’m home, on a very long break!! And with every intention to bring back LAUN Thursdays.

I’m also using two prompts! This anon one and this from @autumnbabylon

Warnings: language, light NSFW, a small home explosion

Words: 3,8k

If watching Maisie leave because of their custody arrangement was a painful part of Rowan’s weekly routine, he wasn’t ready for the ache he felt in his chest today, when he watched Aelin go with their little girl as well, after everything that happened in the past hours.

Turns out she was meeting Dorian today to discuss a patient she was seeing tomorrow morning. Even if they worked at different places, they often sought each other out when dealing with a difficult or uncommon case.

It was a bittersweet feeling, being alone after one of the best moments of his life. It all came back in flashes while he tried to clean Maisie’s room and the mess of toys she leaves scattered after her stay. He could barely remember where each toy went because his mind only had space for Aelin’s kisses and hips and soft sighs and the lavender smell that still lingered on his arms.

Rowan felt this joyful heat inside him, as golden as Aelin’s hair, making his hands tingle and giving him a sense of weightlessness he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Aelin barged into his house and demanded things he was preparing himself to beg her. Aelin pressed on his bed, squirming under his touch. Aelin having a lazy Sunday morning while he cooked his girls breakfast. Aelin. Aelin. Aelin.

His mind sounded like a terribly cliché broken record today.

A few knocks on his front door snapped him out of his thoughts. Did Aelin forget something?

A resigned sigh left Rowan’s lips when he realized it was not the blonde he was hoping for.

“Rowie Bowie.” Fenrys’ smirk was too big for his face. “I know something you don’t know I know.”

Before he could forget, Rowan picked the speeding ticket that was sent to his place and handed it to his friend. “You should really update your home address.” A pause. “And drive carefully.”

Fenrys moved out before Maisie could even speak. His bedroom even became a guest room, but the man has yet to change his address in any official records. Rowan didn’t mind as much as he protested, though; at least his friend’s Amazon packages were going to the right place.

“I should’ve gone to Aelin’s with Dor.” Fenrys folded his ticket and shoved it down his pocket as if it were an old napkin, then threw himself on the couch. “I swear to God, Rowan, you tell me every gossip in that base at lightning speed, but when you and Aelin finally—“

“You know I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Well, Aelin is telling right now. Over Adarlanian candy.”

Rowan chuckled and grabbed two beers in his fridge, then tossed one to Fenrys. ‘Kiss and tell’ sounded like such a diminishing way to put what happened last night, but the message was still the same. He didn’t mind how Aelin processed what happened and if she talked about him to her friends, it just wasn’t his style.

“Dorian was in Rifthold this week?” Rowan changed the subject, finally catching on the ‘Adarlanian candy’ comment.

Being a self-employed doctor gave the man a flexible work schedule, something that Fenrys could only dream of, working in the military. Dorian always waited for Fen’s breaks to go on trips, but Rowan saw how his friend looked like a lost puppy whenever his boyfriend left for medical conferences or to visit his family in Rifthold without taking him.

“Yeah. When he came back, he suggested we take the next step in our relationship.” Fenrys had a silly smile on his face, eyes trained on the beer bottle he clutched. “I’m very excited about it.”

Rowan sat back, surprised. “You’re getting married?”

“Not yet. We’re not ready,” said the man who’s been living with his boyfriend for about five years. Rowan wouldn’t mention it, though.

“You’re becoming exclusive?”

“Nope. Would you let me finish?”

Rowan raised his brows, a silent request to proceed, and watched his friend’s expression slowly melt.

Fen continued, “We’re adopting.”

Wow. Rowan’s mouth fell open, and he couldn’t quite find the words. Fatherhood is no joke, so this was the last thing he expected to hear from his most unserious friend, but he was so incredibly thrilled for Fenrys. He would absolutely nail it, just like he did everything he set his mind to.

“That’s amazing, Fen.” Rowan sipped his beer. “So Maisie gets a playmate, huh?”

“You bet she does,” he chirped, beaming. “We don’t have a lot figured out yet, and Dor’s still picking the breed, but I’m so excited.”

“The… breed?” Rowan trailed.

“Dor’s really into this dog breed stuff, so I’m letting him call the shots. I don’t care about that, I’m just happy to have a puppy.”

Oh. They’re adopting a dog, not a human. Now that Rowan thought about it, it made more sense.

They chatted a little more in his living room, and it was in the middle of a heated discussion about a colonel’s love life—more specifically, his excess of mistresses inside base—that Rowan’s phone chimed.

It was Aelin, and he was confused to hear Maisie’s screeching while her mother tried to talk to him. “What happened?”

“She wants to—“

“WANNA SEE THE PUPPIES,” Maisie interrupted.

Aelin sighed. “She just learned what an adoption fair is, and—“

It was hard to hear her over their daughter’s screams, especially because Aelin liked to look collected when Maisie threw a tantrum, which meant no shouting over her. However, Rowan understood her saying something along the lines of “It’s on your weekend with her.”

So that was the issue. Rowan was still a little confused, but it sounded like Aelin couldn’t give Maisie permission to go right away because it would be during his parenting time, and the little girl lost it.

“Hey, um—“ he cleared his throat. “Can you hand the phone to Maisie? I’ll put it on FaceTime.”

In the meantime, he cast a glance at Fenrys, grimacing. “I think Maisie wants to go to the adoption fair with you.”

His friend didn’t look up from his phone, smiling. There was a chance Dorian was texting him that right now. “Good. I bet she’s better at finding cute dogs than Dor.”

Over the phone, after hearing the story again from his daughter’s lips, Rowan looked deep into Maisie’s puffy eyes, using his serious dad voice to ask, “Did Uncle Dorian invite you to see the puppies, or you invited yourself?”

The last thing he wanted was to intrude in the couple’s plans, and he knew Maisie wasn’t beyond that to see puppies.

Yet, she shook her head. “He asked me. I promise.”

“Okay, then.” Rowan’s warning stare didn’t relieve Maisie yet. “But…”

His last word hung in the air, filling his daughter’s hopeful, wide eyes. Everyone joked about how every Whitethorn had the exact same set of pine-green eyes, yet Maisie’s were his favorite. He would do anything to never see them tainted with red, absolutely hated when his little girl cried, but he still needed to set boundaries.

“We’re not adopting any dog, okay? You can play with them, you can help your uncles pick theirs, but we’re not bringing a puppy home.”

Maisie agreed to his terms without protest, though he didn’t know for how long. Rowan sloped back on his couch when the phone call ended, waiting for Fenrys to finish raiding his fridge.

“Dor got you real good, man,” he said on his way back, holding two beers and a plate of Aelin’s chocolate cake. “Munchkin will call herself Ryder and make your life hell until you adopt an entire Paw Patrol for her.”

Rowan snorted, knowing his friend was absolutely right. But that’s okay, he also had faith in his own parenting skills. Being a five-year-old’s dad meant he had some pretty good bribes up his sleeve.

˜˜

Rowan should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands away from Aelin for long.

His restlessness restarted after Dorian picked Fenrys up in his house to leave, and it was almost embarrassing how little he contained himself before speed walking the way that led to Aelin’s house.

Now she sat on her office’s desk, legs wrapped around him, right beside the medical books and magazines she should be reading now.

“We’ll have more time later if I just—oh, fuck.”

Rowan swallowed her whimper with a kiss, both hands on her ribcage while his thumbs teased her nipples under her shirt, through her lacy bra. Aelin pressed herself against him as if they could get any closer, and the weight of his length on her made her chase more friction in that area, biting his lip as she did.

“Did you lock the door?”

“Yes.” Rowan kissed the spot between her neck and her shoulder, careful not to leave a mark. It meant more trouble than it’s worth in their line of work. “But you still need to keep quiet.”

She chuckled, her breath fanned against his neck and made him want to do unspeakable—

“Don’t you think she’s too quiet?”

Her sentence sliced through his lustful haze. This was a dangerous sign, some of his most traumatizing moments as a parent started when Maisie was quiet for too long. He did some parent math in his head. Aelin’s clothes were still on, so they weren't gone too long. But he had a feeling it was longer than he should leave his kid unattended.

Rowan took a step back. “I should go check on her.”

Her bittersweet smile said she agreed, but Aelin was quick to tug him closer again, though it lacked the heat from when she did it minutes ago. “But it’s really rude to leave me hot and bothered like this.”

His reply was a noncommittal huh, too distracted by the smirk on her lips to think of a smart retort.

“Uh-huh. And I’ll only forgive you if you stay the night.”

Rowan smirked. “I guess I have no choice. I can’t leave unforgiven after such a great offense.”

She gave him one last kiss, though it was a bit hard amongst all the grinning, and sat back on the chair behind her books. He took the room in while giving himself time to cool down after their make-out session. Their houses had the exact same layout, but she used as an office the room Rowan used as a guest room, formerly Fenrys’ old room. The thought made him snort, calling her attention. He could trust Aelin to turn one of the biggest rooms in the house into a library.

She squinted her eyes at him. “What’re you laughing at?”

“Did you know that Maisie’s been telling her friends that her mother’s office doesn’t have walls, just books?”

“Yeah, I got that email too.” Aelin’s voice was amused.

Rowan stepped around the room, reading the books’ spines. Her office was nothing more than four walls of shelves, a couch by the window and a big desk with her computer in the middle. And a smell that kept Aedion and his allergies away from here.

The most frequent genre was medical books, but they weren’t even a third of them all. She just had everything there. Modern and classics. Fantasy and non-fiction. Horror and romance. At the latter section, Rowan’s eyes went up, away from what Maisie’s prying eyes could reach, and finally found what he was looking for.

“What’re you looking for?” Aelin asked, her voice as grave as a crime scene tape. Do not cross.

But it was too late for her, because he already found what he wanted. The Wrong Mr. Right. The Darkest Temptation. Doctor Daddy. Forbidden Single Dad. He tugged at a random one, wondering if he’d find a shirtless man in the cover.

“Put it back!”

The smirk Rowan concealed with a mocking pout was near transparent. “But I want to see if the pages are sticky.”

“Rowan Whitethorn.” Aelin got up from her chair. “You. Are. Ridiculous.” She pointed at the locked door. “Now go! You have a daughter to feed.”

In the living room, he found Maisie lying on her stomach on her play mat. Rowan’s chest warmed at the sight of his little angel. He kept his steps light, ready to sneak up on her. She was just playing on his phone, and to think he thought she’d—

What he saw on the screen was enough to sour his mood.

“Maisie.” Rowan used his stern dad voice, making the little girl stiffen. “What did we talk about games with guns?”

“Daddy.” Maisie’s voice was just as serious, maybe too stern for her height. “You’re a good man, but I can’t accept that.”

He didn’t argue, just outstretched his hand, waiting for her to give the phone back.

She complied with a frown. “Uncle Fen says you work with guns.”

Phones and Fenrys. Two of the long list of things he couldn’t leave Maisie with unsupervised. It wasn’t his favorite class to teach, but Rowan occasionally taught Gun Safety, mostly when there was a shortage of instructors or when Lorcan got mad at Fenrys for letting the new recruits cosplay James Bond with the guns. Not the kind of knowledge he wanted his five-year-old to have, though.

“Sometimes, I teach young people how to be responsible when they’re carrying a gun. It’s very different from those games you want to play.”

“Sounds boring.”

“Very. Now let’s make your mom some tea.”

Rowan set Maisie with a coloring book in the dining table while he looked for a snack to give Aelin while she studied in the office. When he found the tea bags and cookies, Rowan struggled to start the stove. In fact, after further inspection, half the knobs weren’t working.

“Mais, did your mom tell you anything about the stove?”

“She says we need a new one,” his daughter said without taking her eyes off her art piece.

Sounds like Aelin. Of course she’d try to buy a new one without even trying to fix this one. Stoves weren’t his area of expertise, but anyone could fix anything in the Youtube Era.

Which led him back to an issue he was currently dealing with, Rowan mused as he searched for Aelin’s limited toolbox. He failed Aelin when she needed him the most. She pushed him away and hid major stuff of her life from him because she found him unreliable and untrustworthy. Yes, they were together now, but Rowan knew damn well that having sex wouldn’t rebuild her trust in him.

Aelin told him she loved him, and he believed her. But lack of love wasn’t the reason his family broke apart years ago. Now she was giving him one more chance, and Rowan would be damned if he wasted it.

To his luck, Maisie was being a good sport while he tried to fix the stove. Apart from taking a look at the insides of it when he took off the knobs and the cover of the control panel, she kept to her coloring book. Not having to wrangle her gave him space to think.

His session with Yrene was nice, but it wouldn’t happen again. At the end, she recommended other therapists for Rowan and suggested they stay just with family therapy. He had a suspicion it was because he—very subtly—kept trying to pry out of Yrene Aelin’s opinions on everything he talked about.

But it was better than he anticipated. She helped him organize his thoughts and come up with own advice to himself. She’s great, or at least better at this than Fenrys. Rowan even scheduled another appointment with one of her recommendations, mostly because he still had some things to consider regarding Aelin.

Spiraling in his own self-loathing wouldn’t fix anything, but that didn’t mean his feelings had changed. Rowan was just moving forward and trying to fix things at the same time he dealt with his fucked-up conscience.

He had no idea how to gain Aelin’s trust again. But, today, he’d fix her stove. Rowan inspected the knobs for dirt. Cleaned the contacts. Checked for loose wires. Managed to keep the kid alive while she read medical journals. When Aelin left her office today, would she see herself relying on him like this in the long term, and not just this Sunday?

“I think we’re done here, Mais,” he said after reassembling everything.

“Finally!” His daughter jumped off the chair. “Daddy, this was sooo…” Maisie dragged the adverb for as long as her breath allowed. “boring.”

He lightly tugged on one of her pigtails. “But if I got it right, I’ll be able to cook whatever you want. How about that?”

The girl’s eyes lit up at that, and there was nothing else for Rowan to do than test. He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach as he turned the stove on.

Every single knob was working on full power.

Rowan let out a borderline arrogant laugh, his chest radiating with warmth as he picked Maisie up. “Are you seeing that?”

She threw both arms up. “We did it!”

He smacked a kiss at her cheek. He was smug, yes, but not enough to tell Maisie she didn’t do anything. His daughter could take all the credit she wanted.

After putting her back on the floor, he picked his phone to record this, since he didn’t want to interrupt Aelin’s study session.

“Hey, Aelin,” he said with the camera pointed at the working stove. “I cleaned it on the inside and fixed some loose wires. All six knobs are working now, as you can see. Now I’m gonna close one by one…”

As soon as the fire dimmed in the first knob he closed, it resurged a lot higher with a loud bang. Maisie’s loud scream was what unfroze him, making him disconnect the power source while loud footsteps came from the hallway.

“What was that?” Aelin asked, eyes wide from the kitchen door.

“Um—“

“DADDY KILLED THE STOVE.”

The little traitor. Hadn’t they fixed it together?

He made sure Maisie was alright, then explained everything to Aelin, even showed her the video. While he did it, Rowan expected everything. Anger, annoyance, frustration.

He just didn’t expect Aelin to throw her head back and cackle.

“You silly Buzzard.” She caressed his cheek with her thumb. “You didn’t have to do all this. I already bought a cooktop way cooler than this old thing.”

His face fell. “You did what?”

She wiggled her eyebrows at Maisie. “Now that there’s no stove, I guess we’ll have to eat pizza for dinner.”

The little girl cheered, bringing a smile to his face. He squeezed Aelin’s hand. “I’ll order one when you’re finished.”

It’s the least he could do, after completely butchering her half-working stove.

“Nah.” Aelin sneaked a peck when Maisie had her back to them. “Enough studying for today.”

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After putting Maisie to sleep, Aelin was telling him about the little parts of her day that he didn’t experience firsthand.

“Are you sure you don’t want one?” She offered the candy Dorian brought from Adarlan. Apparently, it was one of his most important obligations as her best friend whenever he visited his family. She had her favorites, but he often added some new ones for her to try.

“I’ll pass, but thanks.”

At first, it was really hard to understand the nature of Aelin’s relationship with Dorian. The fact that they’re thick as thieves despite being exes, were together and with other people at the same time with no jealousy… it’s a lot to grasp. Rowan didn’t think he ever would, but he did understand that whatever she had with Dorian didn’t impact her romantic feelings towards him, and that’s all he needed to know.

Besides, it was transparent how in love he was with Fenrys, in their own modern, slutty way. Rowan only had to thank the man for taking care of two of his favorite people.

“There’s this other thing…” Aelin trailed, biting her lip. The change in her expression was enough to pique his interest, especially when he saw the bag she retrieved from under her bed.

“Jizz and Bone?” He read out loud the name on the bag with a questioning tone, eyes widening at the suggestive logo.

“Yes.” Aelin’s face wasn’t half as serious as she was trying to make it look. “This is from Fen’s and Dorian’s favorite gay sex shop, but it’s just chocolate—“

“Are you telling me he bought you gay chocolate? Is that a thing?”

“Yes.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “And it’s not even the gayest thing I’m putting in my mouth tonight.”

Rowan pinched her side, making the little smart-ass squeal. He could always count on Aelin to keep the most embarrassing moments of his life alive. “You’re gonna explain the chocolate or not?”

“Yes!” She gave herself a moment to die down from laughing. “He bought it for himself, but gave me a bar when I told him we got together. It’s aphrodisiac chocolate.”

“Lovely.” Rowan made a show of pretending to look at it before giving it back to her. “But I don’t like chocolate.”

“But you love steamy sex.”

Rowan sighed. That he did. “Aelin…” he flipped her so he could cage her in the bed, hovering over her. He nipped her pulse point before whispering in her ear, “Take a quick look in the mirror, and you’ll see why I don’t need chocolate to turn me on.”

She shivered, but still grabbed his hair and made their eyes meet to say, “I want to try it. If you’re not a willing participant, I can try alone tomorrow with my vibra—“

Rowan groaned in protest, but rolled off of her to put the recommended dose of aphrodisiac chocolate in his mouth. He winced at the sweet taste, mixed with velvety flavors and exotic spices, but at least it was better than he expected. Aelin did the same, though she looked a lot more pleased with the taste.

They set a timer for thirty minutes as they were oriented to in the box, since Aelin wanted to do a precise evaluation, in her own words, and she continued to talk about her day. As much as she tried to make it sound simple, it took only a few minutes for Rowan to accept that he’d never understand her doctor talk, so he just nodded along and reacted according to her facial expressions. She could be talking absolute nonsense with an angry face just to get an equally angry reaction from him, he’d never know.

Aelin frowned when the timer went off. “I don’t feel anything. Did the chocolate work with you?”

“I never hoped it would.”

“Shame.” Aelin sighed. “Wanna fuck anyway?”

It was record-breaking, the speed in which Rowan pulled her to his lap.

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harrrystyles-writing · 6 months

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Smut boyfriend! Harry vibes...🧡🥵

Edição Halloween 👻 🎃

Avisos: +18, sexo explícito, conversa suja, palavrões.

31 de outubro de 2023

Você dava um último retoque em sua maquiagem em frente ao espelho, este ano sua fantasia era uma das mais sexy que já usou no halloween, ela era composta por um par de orelhas macias de coelho, meia arrastão rosa até a metade da coxa, uma maquiagem forte, acessórios e um corset super colado da mesma cor das orelhas que deixava quase todinho seus seios a mostra no decote, além da calcinha ser fio dental, Harry provavelmente ficaria com sua lado ciumento ativado só por todos poderem ver seu bumbum, não podia faltar o pequeno rabinho de coelho para finalizar seu look completamente atrevido da noite.

Você nem percebeu, mas fazia alguns minutos que Harry estava atordoado de boca aberta a observando recostado na porta.

— Baby. — Sorriu assim que o viu. — Gostou?

— Meu amorzinho! Você é uma coelhinha muito gostosa. — Com certeza suas bochechas coraram com esse comentário. — Venha aqui, coelhinha... Agora eu vou chama-lá assim a noite toda. — Ele a puxou pra si, as mãos grandes imediatamente agarraram sua cintura. — Mas você não acha que isso é um pouco revelador? Hein?

— Não! Ano passado me fantasiei de Angel e praticamente já dava para ver minha bunda e aquele top branco parecia mais sutiã, acho que estou a altura. — Riu da expressão ciumenta na cara dele. — Aliais eu adorei sua fantasia, vai deixar sua marca em mim, está noite?

Seu namorado estava fantasiado de vampiro, os dentes pontudos, o sangue falso escorrendo no canto da boca, sua pele um tom mais pálida e as roupas pretas, típico vampiro de séries de tv.

Harry estava realmente muito sexy.

— Você quer isso? — Diz com uma voz sedutora dando uma pequena mordida de brincadeira em seu pescoço.

— Sim. — A voz manhosa casou arrepios a ele.

— Você não tem ideia de como estou ficando excitado. — Ele colocou um dedo sob seu queixo para um pequeno beijo. — Podemos dar uma rapidinha antes da festa?

— Não! — Afastou-o. — Guarde isso para mais tarde baby, temos que descer, está quase na hora.

Este ano vocês seriam os anfitriões, fazia um pouco mais de 6 meses que vocês estavam morando juntos então fazer uma festa dessas era uma grande realização. Vocês tiraram algumas fotos no espelho para postar no seu Instagram, antes de descer.

Lá embaixo a festa já estava toda arrumada pelos funcionários contratados foi minuciosamente decorado, luzes neons, as abóboras na entrada, as janelas com fios de teias de aranhas sob elas, uma vasta mesa com todas as guloseimas e pratos típicos de halloween, junto com muitas bebidas como sangrias e coquetéis, havia fantasmas e esqueletos pendurados em todos os lugares, tudo chamava muita atenção, com certeza os convidados ficariam impressionados.

....

O som alto ecoava pela enorme casa, a festa parecia estar no seu auge, pessoas dançavam, bebiam, pareciam realmente estar se divertindo, você até pôde ver alguns amigos tento uma sessão de amassos no seu banheiro. Era realmente uma festa.

— Querida, tenho algo para você. — Harry apareceu atrás de você com dois shots, enquanto conversava com Gemma.

— O que é isso?

— Uma bebida que Brad fez, só experimenta, é muito bom.

Você pegou o pequeno copo e virou em apenas um gole.

— Isso é forte. — Praguejou sentindo a queimação passar por sua garganta.

— E pra mim? — Reclamou Gemma.

— Desculpa maninha, vai ter que ir lá pegar o seu.

— Você viu, Michel? Vou pedir para ele!

— Acho que vi ele tentando se aventurar a fazer algum coquetel.

—Ah! Não! Eu preciso evitar o desastre. — Levantou-se, indo em direção ao bar improvisado.

—Sabia que você está muito gostosa hoje?

—Você já me disse algumas vezes, seu amigos também. — Provocou-o.

— O que?! Me diz agora quem foi?

— Ninguém!

— S/n!

— Foi sua mãe, vai brigar com ela? — Ele revirou os olhos com a gargalhada que deu.

— Você quer mesmo me ver bravo não é? Não me provoque assim!

—Se não?!

— Você sabe muito bem o que acontece quando você me provoca, não sabe?

Oh! Você realmente sabia! Aquela noite de Halloween ainda estava cravada em sua mente.

— Vamos sair daqui. — Deixou escapar.

— Para fazer o que?

— Foder?

— Você é mesmo minha garota. — Ele riu — Mas, agora?

— Sim.

— Somos os anfitriões lembra? Não podemos sair assim.

— Baby, vamos, ninguém vai perceber.

— Com certeza eles vão perceber.

— Foda-se eu não ligo, só vamos sair daqui, tipo agora.

Ele começou a puxa-lá para longe, a casa estava muito cheia principalmente porque Harry havia convidado todos que moram em seu condomínio privado, mas todos pareciam bêbados o suficiente para não percebem vocês passando por eles, Harry levou você a um pequeno beco em seu condomínio, um pouco mais distante de sua casa. Antes que você pudesse raciocinar, suas costas bateram em uma parede com força, mas tudo o que você conseguiu focar foram nós lábios macios de seu namorado contra os seus em um ritmo acelerado.

As mãos dele caíram em seus quadris, segurando você com firmeza, a quantidade de álcool correndo em seus sangues, os faziam esquecer completamente o perigo de alguém os pudesse ver.

— Eu estive esperando por isso a festa toda.

— Eu também. — As palmas das mãos de Harry agarram seu rosto esmagando mais os lábios contra os seus. — Você não deveria ter usado essa lingerie como uma fantasia. — Ele rosnou. — Outros homens não deveriam ver você assim.

— É uma festa à fantasia, o que mais eu deveria vestir? — Revirou os olhos.

— Talvez um fantasma? Daqueles antigos que são só um lençol que cobre tudo?

— Você não iria querer me foder está noite se eu usasse isso, então pare de falar e faça alguma coisa.

Com um sorriso malicioso ele deu beijos e mais beijos em seu pescoço, garganta e ombros, adicionando pequenas mordidas com os dentes falsos, suas mãos foram rápidas subindo por seu corpo segurando seus seios e apertando, você não usava nada em baixo da fantasia, então o toque em seus mamilos fez você ofegar.

— Você é tão gostosa. — Ele gemeu, agarrando um de seus seios em sua mão, abaixando a cabeça para lamber o mamilo enrijecido por cima do tecido.

A sensação da língua quente dele mesmo com a roupa atrapalhando foi suficiente para fazer arquear-se contra ele, o calor entre suas pernas se acumulando.

— Como tira essa porra? — Styles parecia um pouco impaciente com as mãos entre suas pernas.

— Não tira baby. — Você riu. — A não ser que queria que fique pelada. — Você o ajudou colocando a calcinha de lado, revelando sua boceta.

Você sentiu seu coração disparar, quando ele se ajoelhou abrindo mais suas pernas, agarrando sua coxa esquerda e prendendo-a por cima do ombro.

— Harry, espere, aqui não!

Ele não respondeu, nem hesitou a esfregar seu clitóris com o polegar, mantendo contato visual com você.

— Só aproveita. — Aquele porra de sorriso ainda acabaria com você.

Segurando firme seus quadris contra parede ele lambeu seu clitóris, você reprimiu um gemido enquanto sentia a língua girando em torno de seu clitóris várias vezes antes de lamber suas dobras encharcadas, estava ficando difícil ficar de pé, especialmente quando ele enfiou dois dedos em você, seus quadris balançam enquanto a saliva dele escorriam por suas pernas, você mordeu o lábio inferior, esperando não fazer tanto barulho, suas mãos desceram para o cabelo dele, agarrando seus fios com força, ele curvou os dedos, movendo-os no mesmo ritmo para com que sua língua atacava seu clitóris. Ele estava fazendo você se sentir tão bem, seus dedos eram sempre muito habilidosos, assim como sua boca e estavam a levando a loucura.

— Harry, por favor, eu preciso de você. — Você mal conseguia pronunciar uma frase com seu orgasmo tão próximo. — Eu preciso de você em mim. — Você choramingava.

— Oh! Já quer meu pau? — Ele riu.

— Não me faça implorar.

— Ah! Mas você sabe que é exatamente assim que eu gosto que você fique. — Brincou dando mais uma lambida. — Implora vai.

— Você pode me foder, agora? — Suas bochechas ficaram vermelhas, assim que a voz manhosa saiu.

— Oh! Eu vou arruinar você, tudo o que eu quero agora é estar enterrado em sua boceta molhada. — Diz assim que se levantou, fazendo um trabalho rápido de desabotoar a calça jeans.

— Não seja gentil.

— Não pretendo. — Diz enquanto libertava seu pau de sua boxer.

Ele a pegou em seu colo, fazendo suas pernas enrolarem na cintura dele segurando você contra a parede com às duas mãos sob sua bunda, você o ajudou a guiar seu pau em você e senti-o se empurrar centímetro por centímetro até ficar completamente enterrado em sua boceta, ele não esperou muito tempo até que seus dedos cravaram firmemente na carne da sua bunda e seu pau batia com forca em você, quanto mais forte ele continuava a meter, mais trêmula você ficava.

— Mais.— Choramingou.

Harry não podia negar nada a você, não com seu rostinho lindo, seus gemidos escapando de seus lábios inchados de tanto mordê-los para conter qualquer som, mesmo que fosse completamente falho. Ele empurrou com mais força, desejando ouvir mais e mais de seus gemidos, você também podia ouvir aquela voz sexy e rouca em seu ouvido, a respiração cada vez mais instável, você estava chegando perto da sua libertação novamente e ele não estava muito atrás.

Harry a sentia tão apertada, tão molhada... por ele.

— Quer que eu te encha, baby?— Ele sussurrou. — Quer sentir meu gozo escorrer em sua linda boceta?

— Por favor.

Era o que ele precisava ouvir para ter os quadris dele batendo nos seus ainda com mais vontade, com os olhos fixados nos seus Harry meteu o suficiente para ter seu pau jorrando sêmen em suas paredes. Seu próprio orgasmo estava a meio segundo de a devastar, então ele continuou a foder você até que seus olhos revirarem levemente enquanto você se desfazia em seu colo. A sensação de gozar naquela posição a fez ver estrelas, seu corpo todo enfraqueceu, por um segundo sentiu que poderia mesmo desmaiar de tanto prazer.

— Eu amo nossa tradição de Halloween. — Confessou ele ainda ofegante.

— Eu também, promete nunca deixar de fazer isso? — Pediu com os olhos ainda marejados de prazer assim que ele a colocou de pé.

— Eu prometo! — Afirmou deixando um beijo lento em sua lábios. — Acho que nunca quero deixar de fazer isso com você.

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