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lustfulslxt · 6 months

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hii can u do a smut femxmatt fic where they meet at a party and they like are kinda drunk and matt’s really flirty and touchy and they just end up fucking!! ty!!!

(kinda like ur party revelations one but maybe they’re both influencers or u could even do chris!)

Under The Influence - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : alcohol consumption, smut

a/n : i wrote this for chris bc as you said, i have party revelations for matt, and a friend of mine received a request just like this for matt. xx

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Tie it up, put a chain on it

Make you tattoo my name on it

“Will you please come?” Sage begs, shaking my hand up and down, on the verge of a temper tantrum.

“You’re literally being ridiculous.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I don’t see what difference it would make if I were there or not.”

Sage has been asking me to go to this party with her for weeks now. However, my answer has been a constant no. I’m not a fan of parties, much less big influencer parties. Too much drama always stems from them; whether it’s so and so cheated, whoever’s beefing, they did this, they did that. They never fail to have some dumb shit pop off, hence why I’d just rather not go. I don’t need anyone attempting to ruin my reputation and career just for their own benefit, I’m good.

“Because you’re my best friend and I need you. You’re my hype man and wingman all in one. Please! Just this once! I’ll do anything!” She continues to plead.

I sigh, ultimately knowing I’ll cave, “This is the only party you’re going to convince me to go to. You know how I feel about being around a bunch of fake and dramatic fucks.”

She instantly starts jumping up and down, cheering whilst shaking my hands again. “We’re leaving in three hours, so make sure you’re ready. Also, we’re gonna uber so we can get fucked up.”

I just shake my head, not really looking forward to the night ahead of me. But maybe, just maybe, I can get drunk and enjoy myself. Dismissing my thoughts, I turn on some music and head to my bathroom to begin getting ready.

I take a long shower, thoroughly washing and exfoliating myself. I shave and do a hair and face mask, prepping myself for tonight. After getting out, I dry off and apply vanilla scented lotion to every part of my body.

Next, I slip on my undergarments and apply deodorant, then head to my closet to choose an outfit. It doesn’t take me long, before I choose a plain, black mini skirt and tube top with a long sleeve mesh dress paired over it that had gems scattered all over. I stick with a pair of black lace up pumps to go with my outfit. Sitting down at my vanity, I go through my makeup, debating on what kind of look I want. After pondering for a moment, I just choose a dark smokey eye with a basic beat. I line my lips with a medium dark brown and apply clear lip gloss, blending it all together flawlessly. For hair, I just stick with a basic blow out.

“Great! You’re ready!” Sage suddenly cheers from my bedroom door.

I look over and see that she’s fully dressed and ready to go, holding a bottle of vodka in her hand. Upon seeing that, my eyebrows raise.

“Why the face?” She asks, before registering it. “Oh, this! It’s for a little pregame. So, come on.”

I shrug and gather everything I need for tonight, placing it in my purse, then follow her downstairs. She already has two shot glasses set out on our dining room table, ready to be filled. Without another word, she fills both glasses to the rim with vodka, smirking at me as she raises her glass.

“Cheers to a great night!” She grins, clinking my glass with hers, both of us downing the harsh liquor.

My face contorts in disgust as the liquid flows down my throat, and I can’t help but cringe at the awful taste. Immediately, my chest is hot and I don’t want anymore. I’m not really a drinker, but I already know I can’t be sober in order to get through this night. We both take two more shots before our uber arrives and we’re heading to the party.

The driver talked our ears off the whole ride, so when we finally shut the doors of the black suv, we both sigh and fall into a fit of tipsy laughter. We’re not drunk, but neither are we completely sober.

Upon walking into the party, we’re met with a glowing red light, loud music, the smell of alcohol and weed, and a ginormous amount of people all chatting and dancing throughout the house.

“Y/N! Sage!” A voice calls out, directing our attention towards them.

It’s one of Sage’s friends, one I personally am not a fan of, but I know how to be nice. I shoot her tight lipped smile, leaving Sage to greet her.

“Hey! It’s been so long, how are you?” Sage asks, pulling her into a hug.

Before she can respond, I quickly interrupt, “Sorry, I’m gonna go get a drink.”

And with that, I’m making my way through the crowd of people, in search of the kitchen. It takes me about five minutes to get through everyone and I’m already slightly disgusted at the sweaty bodies and the lack of personal space. I’m not lying when I say parties aren’t my thing.

Finally being able to breathe in the less packed room, I deeply inhale and exhale, ridding myself of the building nerves. I walk over to the counter, grabbing a solo cup from the stack and browsing through the bottles of alcohol. I opt for an unopened bottle of vodka, not wanting to risk anything that may or may not have been tainted. I fill my cup up a little over half way, then turn towards the cooler to grab a chaser. More people have already piled into the kitchen, there now being less room to roam around. I reach into the cooler, grabbing the last can of pepsi, only for it to come up with another hand attached to it. My gaze trails up the veiny hand, following the arm it’s attached to, to observe who it is.

Bright blue eyes, pink lips, a sharp jawline, and wavy hair. A silver Vivienne Westwood chain hanging from his neck, sitting atop a white t-shirt that had a bear in a watering can, surrounded my grass and little flowers. Blue jeans and, last but not least, white air forces covering his feet.

He looks familiar. Hot, yet still familiar.

“Oh, hi.” He grins, snapping me from my thoughts.

That’s when I realize we’re both still holding the can, but I don’t let go.

“Hi.” I reply, my gaze set on his face.

“I think this is the last pepsi.” He points out.

I nod, raising my eyebrows at the obvious statement. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“Pepsi’s my favorite.” He adds.

I can’t help the smirk that tugs on my lips, “Do you want a cookie?”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “I can’t have it?”

I only repeat his action and shake my head in return, pursing my lips to keep the smile from forming.

“Can we share it?” He asks, giving me puppy dog eyes.

And just like that, I’m folding. With a shrug, I pull the can from his grip. I open it up and dump some of its contents into my cup, then bring the can up to my lips, taking a drink all whilst holding eye contact. I notice him intently watching me, before grabbing the can and taking his own drink, licking his lips afterwards.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He questions.

I nod, biting my inner cheek, “And you are?”

“Chris.” He smirks, eyeing me and up and down. “Well, Y/N, we basically just kissed.”

I can’t help the loud laughter that falls from my lips, nothing less than amused at his statement. I can see the smirk on his face turn into a full blown smile as I try to catch my breath, recovering from the fit of giggles he put me in.

“That was corny.” I say, smiling at him with a shake of my head.

He tosses his hands up in defense, shrugging, “I mean, did we not?”

I don’t say anything, and bring my mixed drink up to my lips, downing all of it in one go. His eyes widen as he watches me. I don’t like alcohol, but I can manage. It doesn’t take long for it to take effect, on top of the shots I had earlier, I can already feel the warmth coating my insides. With a surge of boldness, I lean forward and place a small peck to the corner of his lips, swiftly pulling away and making my exit.

Just before I slip away, I turn back and flash him a smile, “See you around, Christopher.”

As the party goes on, I can tell the alcohol I’ve consumed has fully kicked in. The loud music is no longer bothersome, I don’t feel suffocated in the sea of people, and I feel good. It’s been around an hour since I’ve been here, and I’ve only ran back into Sage once. She’s off with her other friends, mingling around, and I’ve just been vibing.

I’ve seen Chris around, more times than I’ve seen anyone else. Unless I’m just fixated on him. It’s like every time I turn my head, my eyes are meeting his, and I never want to look away. Though, to save myself from embarrassment and humiliation, I force my gaze elsewhere.

After downing another shot, I make my way to the makeshift dance floor, and let loose. Under the Influence starts playing, and I can’t help but move my body to the beat, letting the rhythm flow through me. My hands make their way into my hair, my hips swaying in sync with the beat booming in my ears. Suddenly, I feel a warm presence directly behind me, causing me to spin around.

Hot and delicious.

Christopher.

“Hey, mama.” He slurs, a goofy grin showcasing across his lips.

He’s definitely invading my personal space, but I don’t even care. Especially when his enchanting scent is filling my nostrils, winding me in closer.

“Hello, Christopher.” I reply, my speech slightly incoherent.

“I knew you knew who I was.” He stammered, his body damn near pressed against mine.

“Mhm.” I hum in response, turning around and backing into him.

“You look good like this.” I hear his voice in my ear.

I grab his hands that were just barely grazing my waist, bringing them to fully grab my hips as I move into him. His large hands guiding me back and forth.

“You’re so pretty, it’s distracting.” He mumbles, his breath fanning my neck.

I can feel the goosebumps spreading, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

“You’re drunk.” I softly say.

He shakes his head, “I’m not drunk. I’m just intoxicated by you.”

Again, I’m bursting into a fit of giggles from something he’s said. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m drunk or if he just makes me nervous.

“You’ve been stuck in my head since I first saw you earlier.” He admits, stumbling over his words a bit.

I turn back around, looping my arms around his neck as we continue rocking to the music. His hands go up to my waist, pulling me into his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him.

He licks his lips and shakes his head, a slight chuckle escaping, “You don’t wanna know.”

Instantly, my eyebrow raises, “Try me.”

“I see you flipping your hair around and all I want is to wrap my hands in it while you’re taking my cock.” He states, his voice low and husky.

I immediately feel heat rush to my core, the sound of his voice and the words he’s saying, turning me on. I bring my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it to prevent the large smile that’s close to taking over my face.

“What if I was thinking the same thing?” I ask, the grin breaking through.

“Will you freak out if I kiss you?”

Looking up into his eyes, I subconsciously scoot closer to him as I shake my head. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, then he slowly leans in. The second his mouth meets mine, my eyes flutter shut and I’m savoring the feeling of his soft lips on my own. One of his hands reaches around me and cups my ass while his other one is wrapped around my throat, pulling me impossibly closer. As our lips mold together, I find my hands in his hair, my arms holding him into me. The kiss is desperate yet soft, passionate yet hot. He pulls away, his face only centimeters in front of mine.

“Follow me.” He says, his breath slightly heavy as he intertwines our hands.

I do as he says, following closely behind him. We walk through the kitchen, dodging everyone in our way. We round the corner to a staircase leading downwards. He pulls me in front of him, ushering me to go down.

“After you.” He says, holding his arm out for me.

I shoot him a look, before grabbing his hand and walking down the stairs, him following in suit. We get to a door that he opens for me, nodding to enter. It’s a large bedroom, quite tidy in itself, and I can smell his scent wafting through the air. Only now did I realize this is his house. As he shuts the door, I walk around, taking everything in. My hands trail across the edge of his bed, feeling his comforter beneath my fingertips.

“Do you like my room?” He asks.

I turn around to face him and he has a soft, innocent look upon his features. However, I can already see right through him. I know what’s about to take place.

“I do.” I nod, “It’s very neat, and it smells good.”

“Thanks.” He grins, strolling over to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was your party?” I ask him, sitting on the end of his bed.

He shrugs, “Why did you pretend you didn’t know who I was?”

I toss my head back, soft giggles pouring out of my mouth. I look at him with a cheeky smile and low eyes, shrugging my shoulders. He just grins at me, before kicking his shoes off and nodding towards mine. “You can make yourself comfortable if you want.”

Within seconds, I’m unstrapping the uncomfortable heels and setting them aside. He lays back on his bed, his legs dangling off the side. He grabs my hand and gives it a soft tug, so I copy his actions, and lie back. We’re both facing one another, drunk and happy.

“How come I’ve never seen you at any parties?” He questions, his fingers playing with mine.

“I’m not really a party girl. Definitely not an influencer party girl.” I admit, warmth building in my stomach at his soft gesture.

“Well I’m glad you came to this one.” He says, staring into my eyes.

“Why’s that?” I smirk.

“Because who knows if I would’ve met you had you not.”

I can’t help the blush that pools to my cheeks at his response. He’s flattering and he knows it. I don’t say anything, I just take in his features for the millionth time tonight. His hair slightly out of place from my roaming hands, his face flushed from the heat upstairs, his eyes lidded from the alcohol in his system, his pretty pink lips looking oh so kissable. He looks so good. Without a word, he pulls me closer to him, my body flush against his.

“Is this okay?” He asks me, trying to read into my facial expression.

“It’s perfect.” I nod, enjoying the warmth he’s providing.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, his breath fanning my face due to our short proximity.

A smile sneaks onto my lips as I look down, attempting to hide the red color that’s now adorning my skin. His large hand grabs my chin and lifts my head so that he can see my face. Our eyes meeting in an intense gaze, holding it for what seems like forever. He only breaks the eye contact when he puts his lips on mine again. It’s only a soft, chaste kiss.

“So pretty.” He says again, his voice low as he continues to press gentle kisses onto my lips.

The delicate kisses turn into feverish ones, our tongues now gliding in and out of one another’s mouths, lapping each other perfectly. Our lips move together so well, like we cannot breathe without each other. My hands return to his hair, softly tugging it, eliciting low groans from him. One of his hands cups my cheek, the other one resting on my lower back, pulling me even more into him. He flips me over onto my back and hovers above me, staring into my eyes once more as a small smile takes over his face.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He groans, smashing his lips into mine again.

One of his hands rests on the bed by my head, the other one rubbing my outer thigh. Just his soft touches are enough to make my skin hot beneath his fingertips. My hands connect with the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly and running my hands up his torso. He breaks from the kiss and removes his shirt, tossing it on the floor, then reconnecting our lips. He’s positioned between my legs, his groin inches above mine. My hands continue roaming along his torso, feeling his hot skin. I bring my legs up, hooking around his waist, pulling him down into me. His clothed erection presses into my heat, causing a low moan to leave my lips.

“Are we really doing this?” He pulls back and asks, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress.

“Yes, please.” I answer, my voice soft and breathy.

He grinds down into me, his hard on hitting exactly where I need him, causing another moan to leave my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you.” He groans into my ear, leaving a wet kiss on it.

I shudder in pleasure as he continues down my neck, sucking and biting, marking me up. I reach down for his dick, palming it over his jeans. He lets out a low moan, bucking into my hand, before harshly grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head.

“You first.” He mutters, holding my wrists with one hand while his other one travels down my body.

His hand swiftly makes its way between my legs, my dress riding up as he kneads my thighs. Then, he’s rubbing my core through my underwear. Hums of pleasure come from me, and I can feel them growing wetter and wetter.

“Can I take your panties off?” He asks, his voice raspy as he looks into my eyes.

“Y-yes.” I answer, moaning louder as he presses harder into my heat.

“So good using your words, mama.” He groans, licking my neck.

He then pokes his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs, discarding them to the side. He spreads my legs again, my dress and skirt now sitting completely on my hips. He throws his head back at the sight of my pussy glistening with my arousal. Without another word, his face is hovering above my center, his warm breath hitting it. I can feel myself clench around nothing, desperate for any type of stimulation.

“Look at you. I haven’t even done anything and your pretty pussy’s begging for me.” He smirks, his fingers now prodding at my folds.

Now coated with my juices, he runs a finger over my clit, rubbing in soft circles. I’m physically writhing beneath him, so badly needing more. He then thrusts a finger into me, causing my body to jerk and my mouth emitting a loud gasp. He continues pumping it in and out of me, then adds another and doing the same with it. My hands squeeze the bed sheet beneath me, attempting to release the tension building. His fingers are moving so fast in and out of me, curling in the right places. My mouth falls open, my brows furrowing as pleasure overcomes me.

“You look so pretty coming undone like this.” He says, peppering kisses all over my thighs.

“Feels s-so good, daddy.” I moan out, clenching around his fingers, unaware of the name that slipped from my mouth.

His eyes are completely black as he stares up at me, watching me fall apart. His dick is rock hard, throbbing and impatiently waiting to be inside of me. Without a second thought, his lips are wrapped around my clit, sucking on it as his fingers fuck into me. That alone is enough to push me over the edge, my legs shaking as I let go, giving into the building pressure. I feel my cum ooze out of me, quickly being slurped up by Chris, tasting every drop of me as his fingers help me through my orgasm.

“Mmm, you taste so good, ma.” He says, licking my lips.

He pulls his fingers out of me, coming back up to hover over me, shoving them in my mouth. I moan around his fingers, sucking my own juices from them. He harshly grips my jaw, slamming his mouth onto mine, the taste of me lingering on our tongues.

Breathless, he pulls away and stands up, pulling me to the end of the bed by my ankles. His hand travels up my leg from my foot, tenderly squeezing along the way.

“Can you stand up?” He asks, softly rubbing my hip.

I nod and scoot to the edge, standing up on shaking legs and looking up at him. He cups my face, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Take your clothes off.” He says, his tone firm.

I happily oblige, stripping from my clothes as he does the same. I watch as his dick springs from its restrictions, hard and throbbing. Just from the look of it, I know I’m in for a treat. He strokes himself as he looks over my body, licking his lips. He steps in front of me, his member poking into stomach. His hands run up and down my body, pressing kisses into my neck.

“On the bed, on your knees.” He demands.

I do as he says, and he follows behind me, holding me up with his hand on my throat. His lips meet my neck, sucking and biting all over it, causing soft whimpers to leave my mouth. He pushes me forward, laying me flat on my stomach. He leans over me, licking and nipping my back, leaving a warm trail of saliva. His hands part my thighs, squeezing himself in between them. I can feel him run his tip between my folds a few times, causing me to push back in anticipation. He pushes me back down, slowly sliding himself inside me.

“Ugh, fuck.” He moans, bottoming out.

“You’re so big, daddy. Feels so good.” I moan, feeling him slowly thrust in and out, filling me so nice.

His strokes start slow and hard, before the speed picks up. His hands are on my back, holding himself up as he fucks into me at a delicious rate. I can’t help the moans that continuously fall from my mouth, feeling nothing but never ending pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, mama.” He groans out, fucking into me deeper and deeper.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel the buildup in my stomach once again. His hand wraps around my hair, tugging back as he leans over me once more. His mouth comes to my neck again, leaving wet kisses. I can hear his heavy breathing and low moans in my ear, and they’re driving me insane.

“Feels like you were made just for me.” He whispers. “I knew you would feel good, but this is better than I imagined.”

“All yours.” I babble, ridden with pleasure.

“You’re so tight, I can’t take it.” He moans, his voice holding a rasp to it.

I clench around him, feeling seconds from giving into my orgasm. A string of moans and curses fall from my lips, pure bliss coursing through me.

“You’re about to cum, I can tell.” He says, “Let it go, baby. Cum for me.”

And just like that, I’m releasing all over his cock with the loudest moans. His thrusts start to grow erratic, indicating he’s close to finishing as well.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so well, mama.” He moans out, thrusting harder.

Within a few more strokes, his dick twitches and his hot load is spurting into me, lewd groans emitting from his mouth. He pumps a few more times, riding out his orgasm, before slowly pulling out and watching his cum drip out of me. He collapses next to me, breathing heavily, looking me in my eyes with a goofy grin. His face is flushed red and his hair is sweaty, sticking to his forehead.

“That was amazing.” He breathes.

Unable to form words, I nod in agreement. His hand interlocks with mine, gently squeezing as his other hand brushes my hair out of my face.

“God, you’re so pretty, Y/N.”

I bashfully smile, “Thank you.”

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asks, his eyes shining with hope. “We can shower and you can wear some of my clothes.”

I ponder for a second before shrugging with a nod, “That sounds perfect. I’ll just have to let Sage know.”

He smiles, brightly, pecking my shoulder over and over as he pulls me into him.

“You’re never getting rid of me now.”

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a/n : this took me entirely too long to finish, so sorry ab that!! also not proofread, as per usual. hope you enjoyed this!! continue sending in reqs and i promise i’ll get to them eventually <3

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: y/n can’t sleep so Harry gets a “you up” text.

Warnings: SMUT18+, unprotected sex, strong language, oral, filth, some fluff at the end

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry: Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?"

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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Something I thought of.

Law x reader

(Y/n) opened her eyes to be greeted by the lovely face of her husband.

Trafalgar Law, the captain and main doctor of the heart pirates, her husband of 2 years, sleeping soundly right beside her after a night of sweet, sweet, passion...

The sun's rays had shone through the window and caressed his body.

His dark inked hair that's very messy of bed hair, his closed eyes with eyebags under them, his broad shoulders, muscled tattooed chest, arms, and hand.

She admired everything about him and was into a daze until he groaned and rubbed his eyes before gliding his glance over to (y/n), staring at him with a soft smile.

"What?" He asked in a soft amused tone, he soon turned over and pulled her closer by the waist and bury his face on her chest

"Hmm? Nothing... Is it bad staring at my husband...?" She huffed but hugged him closer as he chuckled and kissed her chest

"Nothing's wrong... Just a little unusual for you to wake up earlier than me." He chuckled when you gasped dramatically and pretended to be hurt

"Well then-" she huffed, "I'm not the one who lost all control last night and went insane on me. I'm sorry" she acted hurt making him laugh.

"I know... I know" he hummed and climbed up to kiss her lips, "are you alright? Feeling sore... Anywhere?"

"I'm alright... It's not the first time you went insane." She smiled and placed her forehead against his

"Yeah... Our honeymoon..." He muttered shamelessly, "I still remember it... You wearing that night gown and I couldn't stop myself..." He grinned and started kissing her lips then trailing down to her neck as she hummed, "your scent... Your voice... Everything about you was... Enchanting... Not that you aren't right now..." He chuckled when he heard your whine as he bit into your sweet spot

"Law... Don't narrate it like that..." She blushed embarrassingly

"Why not? You were the prettiest, most beautiful, and very sexy... Until now, actually." He happily narrated before feeling his blood boil and tackle her until her back was pressed against the mattress, "and I want to see that again..." He bit his lip and undressed her with his eyes.

The way his hoodie hugged her form loosely and generously.

Especially her chest and his favourite part was exposed, her thighs.

Contrary to popular belief on the debate whether he likes ass or tits, or even both; law LOVES thighs. Especially the juicy ones.

He doesn't care whether his partner is chubby or not. He doesn't care whatever their color could've been. As long as his partner loves him and he loves him back.

Also... Juicy as fuck thighs.

He doesn't know himself why but... There's something about her thighs that were different...

The way they jiggle, the look of her plush thighs, and the way they felt like warm pillows in his hands or under his head when he uses them as pillows.

(Even if it was against her will that she was kept in their shared room just to feel him use her thighs as pillows, even going as far as using one of her legs as his body pillow. But she doesn't mind, he rarely rests... So... It was easily forgivable)

He didn't realize he was staring at her thighs with so much want and need that (y/n) had rolled her eyes and placed his own hands on them; specifically, the plush part.

He gasped and blushed darkly, but responded immediately by squeezing them making her moan softly.

He can feel his own hardness press against the boxers he wore.

"You..." He groaned but kissed her hungrily.

She moaned and felt his hands run up and under the hoodie before gasping when his hands gripped her chest.

Maybe he was kind of an ass and boobs person.

He chuckled but proceeded to kiss and make out with her as his own hands fumbled with her body underneath the hoodie.

"I... LOVE you so much" he smiled lightly

"I love you too..." She answered in a soft whisper

Law soon had enough and shifted himself to be on top of her and slipped the hoodie off.

"Law..." She mumbled when she felt him basically groping her with his eyes.

Her chest exposed and her white panties were dripping wet with arousal.

He soon smirked with a chuckle, "looks like you're in a bit of a pickled here." He teased as he pulled on the panties before letting it slap back into her hips making her whine

"Law. I need you..."

"Heh." He huffed with a big grin, "if you insist."

He soon took his own clothes off which is just his boxers of sorts. He then took off her dripping wet panties and threw it somewhere.

"Truth be told." He whispered in a raspy voice in her ear, "I want babies."

"You... You do?" (Y/n) could feel herself blush furiously as law chuckled

"Yeah. Looks of them. Maybe five."

"Five?!"

"Just kidding... I know giving birth and carrying one is hard. Maybe two...?" He asked with a sweet expression making her sigh and look away all embarrassed

"Fine... I guess I just thought of us having children..." She mumbled to herself and looked back at him with a smile, "i think you'd be a great father."

He smiled and kissed her, "you'd be a great mother, too."

Soon enough, the room was filled with mewls, moans, and groans from the two.

It was evident to whoever walked past the room at that moment that the two were having a... Wonderful. Time.

Even Shachi passed out from a nosebleed.

....

A few days had past, (y/n) woke up with law cuddled up next to her.

Then she felt it.

Morning sickness.

She jumped from the bed, startling law, and rushed over to the bathroom to throw up whatever shit was in her stomach.

Law soon came over with concern and worry, rubbing her back and holding up her hair for her.

Once she had finished, law hands her a glass of water after wiping her mouth.

"How are you feeling...?" He asked in an audible whisper.

"I feel dizzy..." She grumbled

"Come, I'll give you a checkup." He smiled as she sighed and followed him over.

After a few tests, law sighed to himself, filled with joy.

"What... What is it...?" (Y/n) asked, it was unusual for law to be... This excited to tell her something

"(Y/n)... You remember when I said I wanted babies...?" He started off, she was still confused but gasped when she caught on, "you're pregnant, (y/n)! Oh... I can't wait what gender the baby is...!"

She laughed softly and kissed him deeply, "either way... I think we'd be great parents."

He nodded but then started going on and on about pregnancy things. The vitamins, diapers, crib... Baby clothes even...

It just made (y/n) smile softly, listening to him rant about babies, their development, and how excited he is to find out the gender.

To him, it was like another adventure... He doesn't get too excited often but when he does, it's an adventure he really would love.

But a few months later, when law was conducting an ultrasound on (y/n), he found out the genders and something else.

"(Y/n)" he called happily while looking at the screen

"Yeah...?" She called, still kind of tired since he woke her up from a nap.

"Look"

She looked at the screen and noticed that not one, but two babies were growing inside her belly. "Twins?!"

"Yes!" He happily jumped, "and it's a boy as well as a girl! Fuck yes!"

Law was more excited than (y/n) which shows a lot.

He was really excited on being a father...

Really...

Even the crew made a joke how he hates children but wants to have a baby.

(Y/n) was just sure he's going to make "you eat for three people now" food recipes for the chef to make you, going to shop for baby stuff now knowing what gender they are, and reading dad jokes that he already finds hilarious

"What should we name them...?" He asked later that night while cuddling next to (y/n) since he can't cuddle her closer due to the baby bump.

"I was thinking... Isla for the girl..." She hummed as law nodded.

"Can we name the boy Lucian?" He asked

"Hmm...? Trafalgar Lucian... Sounds wonderful!"

He smiled, "how did you think of Isla?"

"Hmm... Oh... It's just a little thing I thought of... Trafalgar Isla... Doesn't that sound great?"

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on her temple, "you're right. Well... We should sleep now. You need some rest, the babies too. Goodnight Isla and Lucian~" he cooed, kissing the bump, "and goodnight mommy (y/n)" he smiled and kissed her

"Goodnight, daddy Law" she winked making him laugh and close the lights.

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Summary: FWB's Harry and y/n find out that they're more than just a temporary fix to each other

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), hair pulling, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.