#dirty imagine

[sucker4colby]

Just a favor

Warning : cussing, gets steamy 🤭

Word count :1636

Summary: you asked your friend Colby for a favor in which he does it very well.

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

“Colby” you called out your friends name running down the stairs almost tripping over the last step in a rush. He called out from the kitchen where he was sitting on the counter a spoon of cereal in one hand and his phone in the other. Running in you slid across the wooden floors due to your socks you came up behind him throwing your arms around his shoulders from behind causing his spoon to hit his bowl of cereal loudly. “ you know I love you so much right? And you’re my absolute favorite person ever.” You gushed at him leaving slobbery kisses on his cheek. Scrunching his nose he put his hand on your face to prevent you from attacking his cheek pushing you away.

“ what do you want ?” He asked grumpily wiping off your kisses causing you to pout at him.

“ I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” You told him going straight to the point. You were supposed to be filming a scene with your ex boyfriend today for the show you were cast in, you broke things off with him because he was controlling and he continued to message you thinking he still had a chance. During your whole relationship he hated Colby because he knew Colby had a crush on you but you weren’t the type to cheat and reassured him but it wasn’t enough so what better way to show up than with the guy he was jealous of. Plus Colby owed you for covering for him when he was in prank wars.

“Why?” He asked turning to look at you on his stool. “ josh is supposed to be a guest in this episode we’re filming and I want him to lay off.” You whined hoping that Colby would say yes because he liked you that much. “ no , why pretend, when it can be real.” He smiled his beautiful smile at you cheeks bones lifted while he grabbed your hand to pull you in. You yelped stumbling into his parted legs hands resting on his shoulder to keep yourself from falling into him. You were nose to nose with him your wide eyes staring into his blue ones. “ oh my god Colby yes or no.” You asked pushing off his shoulders. “ do I get to kiss you.” He asked quirking an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “ yeah whatever.” You mumbled walking away to get ready. “ love you” he called at your retreating figure getting a middle finger in return.

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You had to rush Colby to get ready so you could Make it to hair and makeup but he had taken his sweet time getting ready almost making you late. You were running through the studio building the set was set up in, Colby’s fingers interlaced with yours so he wouldn’t get lost. He tried to keep up with your scurrying feet trying to dodge people as easily as you did but it was hard when he was a lot more taller than you. He couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of your hands interlocked with each other because it felt like you were going to dislocate his shoulder every time you did a sudden turn as you tugged him along.

To his relief you had made it into the hair and makeup trailer following you in as you barged in but in a calmer pace. You wanted to groan out loud seeing your ex sitting in one of the chairs getting his hair done looking up from his phone to look at you his eyes lighting up. The joy didn’t last once he caught sight of the blue eyed boy trailing behind him. Smirking to yourself you turn around to face your friend reaching for his hand. “ baby you can sit over there.” You smiled at Colby pointing over to the couch against the wall. He nodded about to walk away but you surprised him by tugging on his shirt catching his attention once more. You leaned up on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips causing his breathe to hitch before pulling away and smiling up at him and skipping away to your chair. He stared at you dumbstruck that you actually went through with kissing him, something he had been wanting to do since he met you. His attention was token away from you at the sound of your ex slamming the trailer door on his way out angrily.

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You had finished getting ready and change so you led Colby to sit on your chair while you filmed so he could watch you in action. He still couldn’t shake off the kiss you had given him early and he found himself wanting to feel your lips again, now that he had gotten a taste he wanted more. But His flirty demeanor was suddenly gone making him act all shy around you otherwise he would’ve stolen a couple kisses from you using the excuse that he was your “boyfriend”. You kissed his cheek goodbye running off a couple feet away to speak to the director about your scene. Now that you were somewhere else his attention was able to wonder off, he looked around in amazement at the production sight. It was like a colony of ants, everyone scurrying around talking loudly trying to get work done, it was an incredible sight. As he finished looking at the set his eyes met those of your ex causing his eyebrows to raise in amusement at the glare that was being sent his way. Feeling confident all over again he smiled smugly at him raising his hand and wiggling his fingers in a hello motion to antagonize him. He laughed at the visible scowl your ex portrayed moving his eyes back to your figure where you were walking towards set your ex heading that way for the scene.

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You hadn’t mentioned that your ex would be your love interest for this episode so Colby sat there angrily as your ex kept messing up the scene on purpose. You were getting impatient and irritated that he kept kissing you wrong on purpose even though the director had gotten onto him, he kept moving his head weird so he could block the cameras angle. Finally having enough you asked for a time out running off set and towards Colby. Your ex called your name but you ignored him angrily grabbing Colby’s hand and yanking him towards the back. “ woah hey slow down.” He pulled on your hand trying to calm you down. You sighed running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “ he’s doing that on purpose Colby! It’s fucking annoying and he’s going to slow production down.” You rambled angrily glaring over at your ex who was staring at you guys.

Colby frowned at your frustration state knowing how serious you took your job, it upset him knowing that jackass was making it hard on you just to be petty. Letting out a sigh he grabbed your Chin making you look him in the eyes. “ I know mama but you just have to do your part. Let him get in trouble. He’s taking advantage of the situation but at the end of the day you’re not going back to him and he knows that.” He reassured you trying to lift your spirits up which seemed to lift your spirits up just a tiny bit by the nod of your head. “ here I’ll get him off your ass.” He told you feeling confident in his next move. Before you could ask what he meant he pulled you in by your cheeks placing his lips on yours. It was just as good as the first one and he was going to make the most of it not getting enough of your plump lips against him.

Your head was spinning the smell of his cologne overwhelming you in the best way, you wanted to moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your cheek and the other one that rest on your hip. You wanted nothing more than to go back to your trailer and letting him have his way with you with the way he was kissing you. The sound of your whimper traveled straight to his dick when he pulled back gently tucking on your button lip with his teeth, he let out a moan when you chased his lips wanting more. “ we’ll finish this later.” He promised knowing you were seeing him in a new light. He knew you no longer saw him as your friend and he was excited for you to wrap up so you could continue, he couldn’t get enough of you.

You looked so pretty to him, droopy eyes, swollen lips and breathless as you looked at him like he put the stars in the sky.

You honestly don’t know why you kept rejecting his advances towards you but after that kiss you felt like an idiot for doing so. You could’ve been getting kissed silly but you were so foolish and kept rejecting the gorgeous man in front you.

Nodding in agreement still in a daze from him you received one more kiss before being pushed by Colby towards set. Your ex had completely left your mind but he was furious and after that display he made sure to get it right not wanting to think of Colby’s lips on yours. Luckily for you he wanted to get as far away from you as possible allowing you to wrap up so you could go back to the awaiting boy. You guys laughed at your exs behavior happy that the message was loud and clear and he wouldn’t be bothering you anymore. In a happy mood you guys went home where you could continue your business in private.

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[allthelovehes]

Make You Mine* | TEASER

Summary: Harry and Y/N are FWB but when Y/N has plans with another man Harry gets extremely jealous.

Pairing: FWB!Harry x reader

Word count: 1.2K TEASER of a 5.2K Patreon Exclusive!

Warnings: Smut, sir kink, cum eating, just really hot ok.

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Ever since Y/N started this friends-with-benefits type of situation with her best friend Harry, they have been doing their best to keep their emotions in check. It's the same old story; it's fun and exciting, and then one or both of them ends up getting attached. They both know the deal, but it's too tempting to be together, and the sex is just so good.

They never agreed upon being exclusive but they also never explicitly told each other that they shouldn't have any other sexual partners. So now that Harry is busy working in the studio and therefore working most days of the week, he's starting to wonder if there's a chance Y/N might be seeing someone else.

He isn't stupid, he knows she has needs too, and he's sure she can find someone to take care of her whenever she needs it. The thought of her with someone else however is not a pleasant one. He isn't the jealous type, really, he's not. But still, the thought of her being with someone else makes him feel... strange.

He knows this isn't right, he's just being unreasonable. After all, they have never been officially exclusive, and she's allowed to fuck whoever she wants.

Harry's suspicions are confirmed when he texts Y/N to see if she's home tonight, he's desperate for some attention and hers is the only body he wants wrapped around him right now. He's met with an answer that is not quite what he's hoping for, and it makes him feel like he's just swallowed a bucket of cold water.

Y/N Can't tonight, I've got plans.

Plans. So it is another man then. She has plans with someone, and the worst part is, she didn't even tell him. She's never done that before, always kept him in the loop. Harry's chest tightens and his stomach starts to do flips. It's not jealousy, he tells himself, but it sure as hell feels like it. He doesn't even know for sure, how the hell can he be so upset?

Harry Plans huh? What's up?

He's trying his best to sound casual, but he's pretty sure he's failing. He's waiting for a text back, maybe she'll tell him. He doesn't have to wait long for an answer, which makes his heart sink even more.

Y/N I don't know if I should tell you

Shit. She's really going to make him ask then. He takes a deep breath and decides to bite the bullet.

Harry Is it a date then?

A little over a minute passes and his phone vibrates.

Y/N Depends

Harry On what?

Y/N On you

Harry swallows, his heart beating in his throat. He's not sure how to answer, his emotions are running wild, and he's starting to feel angry. She's got the answers he's desperate for, and she won't just give them to him. He feels the rage boil inside him and he just wants to go out there and confront her.

Harry Tell me Y/N

Y/N You'll either like it or not

Harry You know I'm not good at guessing games. Just tell me

Y/N Okay, fine It's not a date, but it is with a man

Harry And what does that have to do with me?

His hands are shaking, his heart is beating like crazy, and yet his stomach feels like it's somehow filled with butterflies. He can't believe he's having this conversation, but he really should have seen this coming.

Y/N I don't know. I mean, do I tell you about every single guy I see?

He feels his throat tighten, and his voice falters when he tries to form words.

Harry So you've slept with him

He knows that's not the kind of answer she's looking for, but he can't help it. He's too caught up in his own emotions and thoughts, and he's suddenly desperate to hear the words come from her own mouth.

Y/N No

Harry But you're going to

She's not stupid, she must be able to tell what he's thinking. He's not going to play this game with her, he wants an answer.

Harry Y/N?

A few seconds pass in silence, and Harry's heart rate rises.

Y/N Maybe

The air feels as though it's leaving his body, and he has to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath.

Harry Oh okay

He can't bring himself to tell her to have fun. Instead, he just closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. He's feeling so many things, so many conflicting emotions, and he just doesn't know how to process them. He's trying his best to keep it together, but his insides feel like they're going to burst.

After a moment of silence, he opens his eyes again.

Y/N Why?

His head is spinning. He wants to go and tell her he doesn't want her to have sex with anyone but him, but he knows he can't do that. The thought of her having sex with someone else is driving him insane, but he also doesn't want her to think that he owns her. He doesn't know what to do.

Harry I don't know

He doesn't want to tell her about his feelings, it would make everything so much worse. He doesn't know if he can trust her enough to tell her the truth. After all, what if she tells him that she doesn't want to see him anymore, and they stop being friends? He knew starting this thing would lead to heartache, he just didn't think it would be on his side.

He decides not to tell her anything, and he locks his phone and sets it back on the counter. He heads to his room, but the anger and frustration inside him is just too much to be able to relax. He needs to let it out, somehow. He doesn't know how to deal with this.

He picks up his phone and starts typing out a text, but he erases it before he can send it. He can't tell her, he's just not ready. He's scared, and he doesn't want to lose her. He starts typing another message, but again he doesn't send it. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to handle this.

He paces back and forth through his kitchen before making a decision. He picks up his keys and phone and walks out the door. He knows exactly where he's heading, and he can't wait to see her.

He drives there as fast as he can, and when he finally gets to her apartment, he doesn't even bother knocking on her door, he just uses the key she gave him and lets himself in. The lights are on, and she's standing in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Her voice is calm, but Harry can see her hands shake ever so slightly, and her eyes are wide as she looks at him. He's probably the last person she was expecting to show up here.

“I came to see you.” He says, his voice wavering as he tries to catch his breath.

“I can see that, but why?”

He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers. His hands find their way into her hair, and he presses her against the kitchen counter, his tongue pushing its way past her lips.

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[angelwithdemonictendencies]

is it possible that just yesterday your name was not the shape of all my exhales; how could a room without you not be empty?

jh86 x reader: it’s a billet house situation.

(warnings: blasphemous filth (it’s honestly not even thaaaaaat bad), masturbation, oral sex (f on m), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), praise, way too much whimpering, more tension than actual smut (you guys know how i operate), yes the tooth is addressed, idk just please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

(a/n: my favorites! thank you endlessly for your patience!  here we are, with another story about the (newly) toothless wonder that makes him out to be a stuttering, blushing, whimpering mess.  as is typical for my jh86 stories, you have all the power (as you do in real life).  and, since i always get a little influx of hate whenever i post for jh86, please remember that whenever anyone shares a bit of writing with you, they are putting a part of themselves entirely at your mercy, so act accordingly (i.e. with kindness).  i truly appreciate your encouragement and messages and love so genuinely, you have no idea.  if some of the details seem a little threadbare here, please don’t look too closely - i know the premise is a bit far-fetched.  regardless, the next time i emerge from my cave of teeth, i will bring an offering of either mt19 (welcome, newbie) or am34 (hi, angel), depending on for whom the muses give me more inspiration.  anyways, sending so much love to you and your snakes.  go canucks even now.  see you soon.

you knew your parents had becomes a billet family while you were away at school, although you really didn’t know what that meant.  to you, their new arrangement, their good deed, their latest endeavor now that they were empty-nesters, didn’t really involve you or your break.

a young hockey player was staying with them so he didn’t have to live on his own, they had explained.  yeah, sure, you had responded, expecting a twelve-year-old prodigy to be living in your house when you arrived home for your extended break.  you could be nice to a kid for a while and make an extra portion during lunch.  you barely gave it a second thought.

however, when you lugged your suitcases through the door on that first day, there was no twelve-year old prodigy to be found.  instead, when you set your bags down with a huff, you looked up to find a twenty-something staring at you from the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in his hand.  

he stood there, frozen, almost theatrically still, his eyes holding yours for several seconds as you swiped a loose lock of hair from your face.  you straightened up, stretching your back to its full extension, before raising a brow at his odd reaction, or lack thereof.

“uh, hello?” you said, a slight smile gracing one side of your mouth.

he seemed to lose his grip on his bowl at the sound of your voice, dropping it only slightly before fumbling to grasp it again, the spoon making a clattering noise.  

“y-yeah, hi,” he said.  you felt your smile grow as he flushed a delicate shade of pink.  he cleared his throat before speaking again.  “they mentioned you’d be coming home.”

you took in his face.  his long, soft-looking hair that framed his heart shaped face, his pouty, full lips, the gentle slope of his nose, the surprisingly sharp angle of his jaw.  

he was the definition of pretty.  and, if you could tell anything from this one interaction, he was pretty and nervous, your favorite combination.  fun.

you cocked your head to the side, looked at him, still down the hall, noticed his grip, comically firm around his bowl so as not to drop it again.  “so, roomie, do you take the right or left side of the bed?” 

your smile only intensified as you watched his brow furrow, his mouth stumble over his words, panic flood his eyes.  you let him trip over himself for only a second longer, not wanting to be cruel.  too cruel, at least.  

finally, you waved him off playfully.  “i’m kidding.  my room’s down the hall from the guest room, if you need anything.”  his little nervous laugh made your chest sing, a bit.  “what’s your name?”  you asked as you took hold of your bags, began to haul them up the stairs.  

“right,” he said, voice shaking only slightly.  “it’s jack.  my name’s jack.”

you grinned, the action making its way into your voice as you tested out the name on your tongue.  you noticed his flush grow deeper, more personal, saw something shine across his gaze at his name in your tone, promising in a lovely kind of way.  

you told him your name when he asked, gave him a final lazy once-over.  “your spoon’s upside-down, jack,” you called through a clenched grin, bit your lip when you heard him mutter something and the tell-tale sound of a spoon against a bowl.

quickly, you realized that your break had just gotten significantly more interesting.  

the one downside, though, came when your parents told you that you would be sharing your car with the newest member of the house.

it wouldn’t be too bad, they said, as he would be practicing or playing for most of the day at the rink just a couple streets down, and if you needed the car, you could always drop him off.

sure, fine, you thought, you could share.  you could try not to make him too nervous, even if it was fun.  of course, you could play nice.  

so, this was you, playing nice, driving him to practice the next day.  

after he had settled into the passenger seat, you put your hand on the back of his headrest and turned your body so that you could reverse the car out of the driveway.

his gaze slid to your neck briefly before he flushed, only just.  

“so,” you began as you pulled away from your house, facing forward again, “are you any good?”

“what?” he asked, suddenly more bashful, looking down, fidgeting like he didn’t know where to put his hands.

you smiled, kept your eyes on the road.  “at hockey, jack.  are you any good at hockey?”

he shook his head, let out a light laugh, the melody of which made you scrunch up your nose slightly.  he brought a hand to absentmindedly scratch the back of his neck.  to your surprise, his mouth actually ticked up into a soft smirk, an expression that was completely new to you.

“yeah, i’m pretty good at hockey, i think,” he replied, his voice probably as stable and confident as you had ever heard it.

you nodded.  “huh,” you said, “i wouldn’t have guessed it.” 

he turned to face you, looking confused, even a little hurt, his gaze suddenly shimmery with something.  “what?  why?”

you felt a smirk creep onto your own face as you pulled into the parking lot of the rink.  “oh, i don’t know,” you replied with a shrug.  “you’re a little too pretty, i guess,” you finished as you put the car in park, turning to him now that you were stopped.  “but you must be used to people saying that.”

he scratched his neck again, eyes anywhere but yours.  “y-yeah,” he finally mustered.  “used to it, yeah.”  he fumbled for the door handle, finally opened it.  “you’ll, uh, you’ll pick me up at 3?”

you couldn’t help but bite your lip at his reaction.  “you told me a teammate was driving you home.”

“yup, i did,” he said, slowly, as if running the words over in his head, nodding as he grabbed his things, hiding his pink face from you.  “i did say that.  so i’ll see you at home then.”

“see you at home, jack,” you finished as he shut the door, watched him mumble something to himself and shake his head as you drove away.  

what a fun addition to your break, you thought, typically so filled with work and school preparation.  what a meaningless and harmless distraction from the work you needed to do.

so, when you got home, you spent a large chunk of time chipping away at that work.  when you finished, though, you thought you’d take advantage of the sunshine and lay out for a bit, maybe get some color.  

you couldn’t have been outside, reading in your bikini, for more than twenty minutes when a car pulled into your driveway.

you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head to see jack climbing out of the passenger seat, talking to the driver, presumably one of his teammates, before the driver turned his head to look at you.  his mouth ticked up in an arrogant smirk as his gaze rolled down your body.

you could have rolled your eyes.  “hey, handsome,” you said instead, pushing yourself up and onto your side.  

jack stilled for a second before continuing to take his bags out of the trunk.  

“hi, beautiful,” his teammate said.  “don’t tell me hughesy’s been keeping you a secret, hm?”

you laughed, false and sugary like a diet soda, tilted your head back so your hair would fall to expose your collarbones.  

“hughesy couldn’t keep me anywhere if he tried,” you responded, watching jack’s face pale.  you smiled at him as he approached.  “jack, did you tell your teammate he’s welcome to stay for dinner?”

jack looked at you, searched your eyes for a moment.  there was something steely in his.  something you liked, something that sparked some heat between you.  

his teammate laughed like he knew something you didn’t, breaking the tension.  “another time, beautiful,” he called from the driver’s seat, beginning to pull away.  

you gave him a pout.  “i’ll hold you to it,” you flirted, only turning to jack once the car was completely gone.  “jack, before you go in, could you put some sunscreen on my back?”

he fixed you with a look, uncharacteristically serious.  his gaze hovered on your chest for a second before meeting your eyes again.  he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, gave a slight shake of his head.  “i’m not doing that.”

you furrowed your brow.  “why not?  no one else is home.”

“too bad,” he said, continuing inside.  

you rolled your eyes at him, but began to fold up your towel.  “fine.  if i make dinner, will you tell me about practice?”

there was a pause.

“yeah, sure,” came the response, almost uncertain in tone, like he thought this must be some kind of trick.  like no one had asked him that before, as if no one had ever wanted to know.

and as much as you enjoyed playing with him, you actually wanted to get to know him, too.  

so, that night, and each night following, this became part of the routine.  you’d make an extra portion for dinner, and as you sat together and ate, you’d ask questions about his practice, his day, which would lead to answers to unspoken questions about his life, his person.  

“why hockey?” you might ask, to which he would rattle off some media trained answer, to which you would raise your brow in doubt.  only then would he give you some real answer about falling in love with the feeling of it, about feeling closer to his family because of it, eventually hinting to an insecurity that he didn’t know how to do anything else.

and he might ask about school, to which you would say what you were studying, to which he would shoot you a doubtful look.  only then would you give some real answer about wanting to do something tangible, something that no one could say was pointless, eventually hinting at an insecurity that your work might eventually mean nothing.

harmless, you thought, meaningless.  that’s what this was.  fun.

meaningless, how eventually you wouldn’t have to tell him you were heading to the car, how you would just know he would be there in the mornings to go to practice.  meaningless, how after dinner, he would wash the dishes and you would dry them.  meaningless, how each day he would reveal a bit more of himself to you, and you would grant him the same privilege. 

until you knew him like he was one of your best friends, and he knew you as good as anyone.

the more you learned about him, and the more you shared, the less meaningless it felt, the more comfortable it all felt.

sometimes it even felt like jack was most comfortable when you were explicitly trying to make him uncomfortable.  

you expected the blush, the stammering, you found a type of peace in it, just as he found peace in your innuendos, your comments, your shameless flirting, even if he thought you were only joking, only playing around.

even if he thought you couldn’t possibly want him so explicitly, so clearly.  when had anything ever been so straightforward?  

so he decided you were toying with him, however disheartening the idea was.  

each day, it seemed, a different teammate would drive him home, and more often than not, you would be tanning in the yard.  

and his usual blushing, stuttering reaction slowly melted and hardened into a gaze full of desire, poorly veiled.  

his ever-present flush was still there, of course, but your focus had shifted to the way his chest would rise and fall, the way his eyes would linger on the elegant slope of your shoulders, settle in the pockets of your collarbones, drip down your legs, so reluctant to glide back up to your eyes again.

and you would ask him to put sunscreen on your back, and he would say no, each time looking more and more confused as to why he was refusing.

the first time his mask of nonchalance truly broke came only a couple weeks in, the day when the teammate who had driven him home on that first day eventually drove him home again.

and there you where, in practically the same place, same state as that first day.  with maybe the slightest bit more of a motivation to bring jack to a stumbling, stuttering mess.  

you were about to open your mouth, say something like hi, again, handsome, but you didn’t even get the chance to.

as soon as jack got out of the car, he made eye contact with you.  there was electricity there, a spark you felt in your bones.  “hi, baby,” he said, his voice so sweet and doting your stomach actually dropped at how genuine he sounded.  but he couldn’t mean it, right?  what was he playing at?

so you shot him a look, scrunched up your nose, to which he sent you a warning glance.  you rolled your eyes, caught the smirk his teammate sent his way.

“need some help with your sunscreen?” jack offered as he walked up to you, making you pause.  you took your sunglasses off of your head and set them down.  

you met his gaze again, tried to figure out his angle.  when you couldn’t, you simply stood up, handed him the bottle, gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and faced away from him.  “is your friend staying for dinner?” you asked, more so to the driver than to jack.

the man in the car shook his head.  “sorry, beautiful.  i wouldn’t want to intrude on date night.”

and suddenly jack’s hands were on you, as close as he had ever been, the chill of the lotion along with the heat of his palms sending a shiver down your spine.  despite yourself, your words came out breathy.  “date night.  right,” you said, trying not to focus on the callused texture of his hands as they worked your shoulders, the plane of your back, up to your neck.  

you barely noticed when the car pulled away, could have moaned at how good his touch felt.  even when he was done, he kept his hands on you still, one on either side of your waist.  you could feel his breath on your neck, suddenly remembered who he was, the weirdness of this whole interaction.

you turned around to face him, hardened any desire into something you could use.  something like a weapon.  you placed both of your hands on his chest.  “feeling touchy today, hm?” you asked, looking up at him, willing innocence and intrigue into your eyes.

and just like that, he was there, again, the jack that you knew.  a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his eyes darted around your face as he searched for words.  

“‘m sorry, baby, just didn’t want him to think-”

you cocked a brow.  “didn’t want him to think what?”  you prompted, ignoring the fact that he was still calling you baby, like some kind of community theatre actor unwilling to come out of a role.  you weren’t acting.

he tilted his head back, looked to the sky for a moment.  “it’s just that,” he looked back at you.  “he’s, you know, just-”

you nodded. “what, pretty boy?” you asked, raised a hand to push a damp lock of hair from his face, watched his blush deepen with a vengeance, his eyes cloud with something darker.  

he seemed to forget what he was saying completely, the combination of your words and your touch on his face like a sedative.  

and you had a feeling that the words that were caught in his throat were something along the lines of he’s not me.  but, you figured, if he wasn’t going to tell you that, that was on him.  so, instead of kissing him, like you so wanted to, you just gave a disappointed shake of your head, swiping a thumb across his bottom lip before heading inside to shower away the sunscreen you didn’t need, had never needed.

your dinners were common ground, a momentarily truce, before you would go back to your endless quest to see that flush, and he would return to his endeavor of trying to hide it, to hide what you were doing to him, which was only getting more challenging.

little did he know, it was only getting harder for you to control yourself, too.  especially when you would be in your room, with the door open, and he would walk out of the bathroom, freshly showered, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

and you would try not to look, try not to stare at the way his hips just barely held up the towel, or how his chest gleamed in the most inviting way.  

it became harder still when you realized he was talking to you.

“hm?” you asked, forcing your gaze up to his eyes.

“said i used your body wash, baby, figured you wouldn’t mind,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair.  your eyes followed the motion.

“why?” you asked, brow furrowed.  “yours is in there, no?”

his smile was small, bashful.  you got up, slowly walked over to where he stood. “like the smell of yours more,” he admitted, looking down.

“and you’re sure it’s mine?”  you placed a hand on his bare shoulder, pushed yourself up so your face was aligned with the space between his neck and collarbone, inhaled, felt a shiver start just under your touch.  “nevermind,” you said, recognizing the flowery scent.  “it’s mine.”

you looked up to meet his eyes, not taking your hand off of him just yet.  “’s okay, then?” he asked, that beautiful blush spreading down his neck.

you hummed, slowly pulled your hand off of his shoulder.  “if you like it so much,” you said with a shrug, walking back into your room, “feel free.”  so you left him, breathless, standing in the hallway.  you, too, had to catch your breath, though, when you shut your door behind you and looked down at your hand, seemingly scorching from resting on his bare skin for so long.  you could still feel him underneath you, in an instant developing a craving to feel more of him, feel all of him.

still, you understood that you both couldn’t dance around each other forever, that at some point the spell would shatter like a china teacup on the floor.  and that’s exactly what it felt like when he asked you if it was okay that the car would be back later than usual tonight as you washed and dried the dishes together.  you had already agreed that he would drive himself back from his game, but, apparently, he had plans after the game, too.

“sure,” you said instinctively.  “for what?”

something curious burned alight in his eyes as he said, “just seeing a friend, should be back later tonight.”

and something green burned alight in your stomach as you immediately became alert.  you knew a friend.  you had several a friends.  “yeah?” you asked.  “who?”  you hated the way your voice, usually so steady and confident, took on only the slightest of creaks at the end of your question.  you felt like it exposed you entirely.

he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before looking down again.  “just some girl,” was his answer, almost uncertain, continuing to run a rag over a glass.

you felt that feeling bubble up inside of you, hot, blistering jealousy, but also pure anger.  how could he not love this game as much as you did?  how could he end it, throw the board away so easily?

but you just gave a slight nod, refusing to look at him.  

unfortunately, you realized, you two had grown close enough that he knew you, truly and deeply, and of course he would be able to tell that something was off.

“what?” he asked, turning to you.  “what is it?”

you shook your head.  “nothing.  hope you have fun.”  but your voice came out short, snappy, sort of mean.

he furrowed his brow.  “wait, what?” he said.  “what is this?”  he gestured to your general presence, to which you put down the plate in your hands and sighed, finally looking at him fully.

you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

whatever he saw in your eyes made the slightest of pouts grace his lips.  he gave a nod of understanding.  “oh,” he began, “you’re jealous.”

you huffed.  “i am not.”

“you are.  i know you are, baby.”  something flashed briefly through his gaze, making his pout deepen.  “what, so you’re allowed to fuck around, but i’m not?  how does that work?”  

fire roared inside of you as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, brought him down to your level.  “fuck around?  is that what you think i’m doing?”  you watched him swallow, swore you could feel his heartbeat under your hand, willed pity into your eyes and shook your head.  “oh, sweetheart,” you tsked, “thought you were smarter than that.”

you let yourself look at his lips one more time before letting go, turning to walk away.

“go ahead and fuck around, if you want to,” you called over your shoulder.  “but i don’t think you want to.”

and you must have been right, because after the game, at the time you had originally expected, you heard the car in the driveway, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

you heard him come up the stairs, close the door behind him, settle into his room.  and you left him to whatever he was doing, for a while, maybe an hour or two.  until you decided you were going to take a shower.

you walked out into the hallway, a towel wrapped around you, and began to make your way to the bathroom.  and you would have made it there, if you hadn’t been stopped, completely frozen, by the soft noises coming from behind jack’s bedroom door.

noises that sounded like stifled, breathy moans, like whimpers trying so desperately to be hidden.

you inched closer to the door, listened through the wood, although your suspicions were all but absolutely confirmed already.  

your throat began to tighten as the noises became clearer, less controlled, and if you didn’t know better you thought they could have been mistaken for teary sobs, if not for the undeniable baseline of pleasure and desperation that threaded all the noises together.

and you knew it was normal, for a young man to touch himself, and you told yourself that you would have walked away, stalked back to your room, completely unsatisfied.

but when he clearly moaned out, “fuck, baby, like that,” the sound bursting out of him like a confession, you knew you weren’t going back to your room.  not when he had called for you, had begged for you, was so obviously thinking of you.

so you opened his door, met his hooded gaze immediately, saw alarm and shame flash through his eyes, watched his hands fumble for his blankets in an attempt to cover himself up, to which you could have scoffed.

“no, no,” you cooed, approaching the side of his bed. “‘s okay, baby.”  you relished in the way that beautiful blush of his blossomed like a peony in late spring, full and all-consuming, making him look so deliciously vulnerable.

his exhale was shaky, a rockslide of emotion.  “baby, you weren’t s‘posed to-” he didn’t finish his thought.  “i didn’t mean to-” another breath.  “tried to be quiet, i swear.”

as he spoke, though, you squinted at his mouth, noticed how swollen his top lip was, finally recognized that his front tooth had chipped, seemingly right in half.

you gingerly took his jaw in one hand, tilted your head, concern lacing your voice.  “does it hurt?” you asked, mesmerized by him, the physical evidence that he was alive, that he could hurt, and could still desire you so blatantly.

his eyes, before glazed over, took a moment before understanding filled them.  he immediately looked down, tried to remove himself from your touch.  “not anymore,” he mumbled.  “know it looks bad-”

you scoffed at this, traced your thumb along his lip, felt the swell and heat travel through your body.  “you think it looks bad?”  he gave a bashful nod, setting your blood ablaze.  “oh, jack,” you said, shaking your head, “you could never be anything but pretty.” 

and he looked at you like he would endure all the pain in the world, if only so you would tell him he looked beautiful while doing so.  you smiled at how he glowed under your praise, smiled into his lips as they met yours in a kiss that felt much too long overdue, and yet felt so familiar, almost nostalgic.  he kissed you with a hunger that surprised you, given the tenderness of his lip, but he moaned into your mouth, so you figured he didn’t mind too terribly.  you ran your tongue along his teeth, your fingertips dancing along his jawline before pulling back, only just.

after a breath, heavy with want, you sunk to your knees beside his bed, looked up at him, took one of his hands in your own.  your stomach stirred at how he immediately clutched back.  “let me help you, hm?  i’ll make you feel so good, jack, i promise.”  you tried to dull the teasing in your tone.  “know you were thinking ‘bout me, before.”  your voice became a rasp at the memory.  “when you were touching yourself, yeah?”

he blushed, but shifted towards the edge of the bed, closer to you, his swallow rough and audible.  he squeezed your hand in a silent plea.  “please, can i touch you, pretty boy?” you asked.  “let me suck you off, hm?”

he nodded, a whimpered “please?” escaping him as you pushed his covers aside, spat into your hand and took him into your grip, hot and hard under your touch, the result of weeks of pent up lust, fantasies he had assumed dead suddenly being jerked awake.  you peered up at him, wanting to see every reaction he could give you.

as soon as you touched him he squinted his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of you, here, exactly as he had imagined you so many times.  his grip on your hand tightened when you took him in your mouth, felt the weight of him, the weight of his longing, through your entire body.

“fuck, baby,” he cried, using his other hand to gather your hair in a fist, as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock before teasing the tip.  “your mouth feels so good.”  his voice was a shudder as you hummed around him, making him moan deeper.

he grew harder in your mouth as you hollowed out your cheeks, drew your head up and down, losing yourself in the rhythm of his breathing, tethered to this reality only by his hand on yours.

before you knew it, you could feel his thighs clench in telling as his exhales grew tight.  “y-you need to stop, baby,” he whimpered, eyes glassy, “’m gonna cum if you don’t.”  his voice was pleading.

you didn’t stop immediately, only looked up at him through your lashes, making him curse, his brow furrow.  “please,” he begged, “don’t want to cum yet, baby, please.”

you thought for a moment, part of you wanting to feel him in your mouth for a little longer, but the part of you that wanted to know what he felt like inside of you won out in the end.

you reluctantly pulled up off of him, melted at the gratitude that mingled with the desire in his gaze.  “what if i want you to cum?” you asked, rising from your knees, grinning when he pulled you on top of him.  

“you first,” he said before kissing you again, bruising and potent with feeling.  “need to feel you cum around me, baby.”

“yeah?” you said against his mouth.  “is that what you were thinking about before i came in?”

he hummed a noise of affirmation.  you bit your lip at his confession, plainly delighted at the reminder that he thought of you, that you occupied his mind the way he did yours.  

you pushed his chest back, positioned yourself on top of him.  “been wantin’ to fuck me, hm?”

you bit your lip again as you sunk down onto him, closed your eyes at the stretch.  “so bad, baby,” he groaned, “so, so bad.”  you both stayed completely still for a beat, basking in the feeling that you both had been craving for what felt like ages.  you placed your hands on his stomach to ground yourself, felt his muscles clench underneath your palms as he grabbed at your hips, the warmth of his hands sending a shiver up to your neck.

“fuck,” you moaned, finally adjusted to the size of him, needing him to move, needed some release to the impossible tension inside of you.  “please fuck me, jack.  need you to.”

and of course he wanted nothing if not to do exactly as you asked.  he bucked his hips up into you, creating an immediate rhythm as you rode him, meeting his every thrust.  the rhythm was not perfect, but every slip up felt predestined, too, a reminder that you were both human.  a reminder that even through imperfection, everything felt perfect solely because it was between him and you.

“you feel so perfect, baby,” he bit out.  “fuck, can’t even tell you how good.”

you moaned at his words as he brought one of his hands to thumb at your clit, making you groan and clench around him, tilt your head back at the sensation.  

he gave a series of especially deep, slow thrusts, making you bite back your moans, squeeze him harder.  

“look so pretty, baby,” he said, breathy, barely audible, “so fucking pretty like this.”  

you locked eyes with him, groaned at the look in his, completely focused on you, his flush, this time from exertion, not embarrassment.  you felt yourself grow close, just there. he continued to tease your clit as you ground down on his cock.

“‘m so close, jack,” you cried out, “gonna make me cum, yeah?  just like you’ve been wanting, hm?”

his thrusts grew erratic at the prospect, his breaths shallow.  “please cum for me, baby,” he all but begged, “want to feel you.  need to feel you cum on my cock, yeah?”

at his words, combined with every overwhelming sensation you were feeling, you felt that wave of pleasure finally crash, sweeping him up with you as he came, spurred on by you squeezing him so tightly, your nails clawing at his stomach.  

you collapsed on top of him, both of his arms coming to wrap around you, holding you to his chest, where you could feel his inhales and exhales as if they were your own.  a glistening sheen of sweat settled on both of you like a gloss as you laid together, such a raw and deep desire having finally been truly recognized.

you stayed quiet for a while, so utterly content to just exist in each other’s space.  when the silence broke, you barely noticed.  

“you really don’t mind my tooth?” he asked, his voice rough as he rubbed his thumb across your back.  

you gave a drowsy smile, hummed, loved how his voice wasn’t shy, how he was growing so comfortable with you, even still.  “i love it,” you said honestly.  “looks hot.”

he rolled his eyes at you, flushed, to which you placed a gentle kiss on his chest, where the color started.  “being serious,” you said, smiling.  “besides,” you added, “i’ll love your mouth as long as you let me kiss it.”

he laughed at that, shaking his head, obviously pleased.

and how beautiful, to be the one to evoke such a reaction from him.  to be the one he even cared to ask such a question to in the first place.

fin.

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Choose Me

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THE BACK STORY, THERE WILL BE A NOTE WHERE THE SMUT STARTS!

summary: you want Aaron to choose you, so you show him why you're worth choosing.

a/n: I'M BACKKKKKK this is probs gonna flop because i haven't written anything in so long, but i couldn't resist!!! this feels like a mess, i'm sorry i just had to get this idea out of my mind. Maybe I'll make a part two if this does well?

warnings: smut, cheating, light daddy kink, and very light, almost non-existent breeding kink.

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I did get inspiration from @sgrantsgf, her writings heavily inspired my choice to make his wife a bitch!!!

You met him on the set of Bullet Train, you were his hair and makeup artist (not that he needed any makeup at all). He was so easy to talk to and so handsome. You couldn't resist his charm, not that you tried whatsoever. It was innocent flirting at first, him complimenting you on small things and you receiving it with a smile. Then, you became friends, him confiding in you with the problems in his marriage, his unhappiness in life, and that's when you knew whatever was going to happen with him was going to hurt you in the long run. You would confide in him too, with your dreams to travel, your hopes, and aspirations in life. He asked for your number soon, concealing his need to talk to you with the excuse that if there were ever an emergency, he would personally want to let you know that he wasn't coming. He would text you and call you whenever the nights became too lonely so far away from home, you relished in his late-night raspy voice, wishing it was so desperately next to you.

"It's late Aaron," you managed to whisper out, your own exhaustion peeking through your soft voice. Your bed felt especially lonely tonight as you two talked about whatever crossed your mind, it amazed you that you both always found something to talk about.

"I know love," his voice rasped out, "I just can't get enough of you."

Those were the type of comments that caused your heart to race out of your chest, with both excitement and a tinge of guilt. Guilt for falling for a married man, but when you thought of who he married, all the guilt left your mind.

"Then come to my room," you said before you could think about it, taking the implications of this phone call to be officially inappropriate. You could excuse everything else, pretend that it was just friendly conversation, but what you said was beyond that.

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes," he said before abruptly hanging up. Any ounce of tiredness left your body at the sound of the phone call ending. You had to pinch yourself to make sure that what just happened was real, that it wasn't some crazy, sleep-induced hallucination.

Your body shot up from your hotel bed, rushing to go to the mirror. You looked at your messy hair and oversized pajamas with horror, you were so unprepared for him to agree to some meaningless flirty remark that you didn't even mean to make.

You did your best to comb your unruly hair, brushing your teeth just in case anything happened, which you secretly hoped that it would.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard the fast pace knock on the door. Every square inch of your skin buzzing with excitement for what might come. You did your best to stop your hands from shaking as you opened the door, but you couldn't stop a small gasp from escaping your lips when you saw him standing there. His brown curls were unruly in the best way, and his blue eyes filled with an emotion you had never seen in them before.

smut starts here

"Hi," you spoke quietly, unable to look away from the masterpiece that he was. You opened the door to invite him to step in, fearing that anyone would see him come into your hotel room at 12:30 am. You knew the cast members spoke about the glances you gave each other, this would give them that much more of a reason to talk, to tell his wife what you two had been up to. You quickly shook the thought of repercussions out of your head, solely focusing your attention on him.

"Hey, love," he said, stepping in, a slight smirk finding itself on his face. He saw the heat rise on your cheeks, noticed how your breath picked up in pace after staring at him for a few moments, but most of all he noticed your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt. He closed the door behind him as you looked up at him with your big, innocent, doe eyes. All he could think about were those eyes staring up at him as his cock was shoved in your mouth. He could not stop himself, his hand grazing your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His stare was intense, his blue eyes held a hunger in them.

"I'm surprised you came," you spoke, leaning into his electrifying touch. It wasn't till he pulled his hand away that you realized how much you liked it, how much you wanted his hands all over you.

"Don't be, I've been waiting for you to ask me for weeks," he said. Your thoughts raced; he wanted you just as much as you wanted him? It was unbelievable to you that he could want you in the same way. His face was slowly leaning down to yours, his nose nudging your own.

"Really?" You asked, your voice husky with something primal. His lips nudged yours, a soft gasp falling from your mouth as he backed you into the corner. His hands now tracing the curve of your waist, holding you merely inches from his body.

"Mhmm, thought I was about to have to beg for it," he whispered against your lips. You couldn't stand the teasing anymore; you connected your lips finally. All the late-night phone calls, all the innocent brushes, and all the not-so-innocent comments finally came to a head. The feeling of him pressing against you was like euphoria, his lips soft, but his kiss hard and needy. As soon as you pressed your lips into his, he pressed back and hard. Your hands left your side in a frenzy, all thoughts about his wife and kids leaving your head, lust being the only thing that remains. Your hands found his face, the rough stubble a stark contrast to your soft hands. His lips felt like home, warm, and inviting. His hands gripped your shirt tightly, bunching it up in a fist. The warmth of his body radiated against yours.

He pressed you against the wall, freeing his hands from your shirt, he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hips. The stretch burned the muscle on your inner thighs, but you could not find it in you to care. You wanted him as close to you as possible, needed him to be close to you. You let out a gasp when you felt the outline of his cock against your folds, the size of it evident through his pants. His lips detached from yours, kissing his way down your jaw. The action sent tingles straight down your vagina, which was surely soaking at this point. You wouldn't be surprised if there were a wet spot on his boxers. His other hand grasped one of your breasts, hard, to the point it was almost painful, it should have been painful.

He began to suck on your neck lightly, hard enough to leave a light bruise. He was mumbling incoherently; you could only pick up bits and pieces of what he was saying.

"All mine," he said, lust deepening his voice, "want everyone to know." The words only heightened your excitement, even if they weren't true. Even if everyone couldn't know what you had, you couldn't find it in you to care at this moment. You only cared about him and what he was about to give you.

The sensation of his lips on your neck left you feeling restless, empty, only one thing could ease the burning in the pit of your stomach.

"Bed," you managed to mumble, "to-to the bed." Your voice begged, you sounded pitiful but you didn't care about that.

He lifted you up, carrying you to your bed. He put you down gently, his hips finding their home in between yours. He rutted into you, his cock rubbing against your clit despite the clothes. Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, seemingly on their own. You lifted it up, needing to be close to him. He pulled away from you for the first time since the kiss started, pulling his own shirt from his body. The sight of his torso was that of a Greek God, he was gorgeous.

"So pretty," the words fell from your lips before you could think about it. He laughed, which left you feeling embarrassed at what you said.

"I should be telling you that," he said, his fingers grazing your burning cheeks as you looked up to him. He leaned down to you again, his lips grazing your ear.

"I'm so hard for you," he groaned into your ear, "it aches." He grabbed your hand, letting it graze his cock. Your hands found the band of his sweatpants, pulling down the soft material to reveal his cock.

You gasped at the size, not expecting it to be so big. He laughed again at your reaction, but you were too focused on his size to begin to care about being embarrassed. You grasped it, slowly stroking his cock, your thumb grazing his sensitive tip. A gasp left his mouth as you smeared the pre-cum all over his cock. It was now your turn to laugh at his reaction, holding the power in your hands.

His hands found their way to the hem of your shirt now, lifting it over your head as your breasts bounced at freedom. You were now left in your small pajama shorts that left nothing to the imagination. You continued to stroke his cock and enjoyed watching him struggle to hold his composure. The veins in his neck flexed as you gripped his dick harder.

You leaned up closer to him, scattering light kisses all over his neck. You wanted to leave bruises like he did on you, but you knew you couldn't which only left a sour taste in your mouth.

"N-no more," he moaned out. Tearing your hands away from him, you feared that he didn't want to do this with you anymore. He stood up from the bed, his cock bouncing against his stomach as he did. He grasped your thin shorts and panties in his hands, tearing them away from your body quickly.

He stood there, staring at your completely naked body as you looked up at him. You crossed your legs and lightly held your breasts to try and hold onto some sort of modesty that was long gone. The burning of your cheeks only came back 5 times more intense now. His hungry stare seemed to crawl under your skin, leaving you clueless as to how you should feel.

He began to stroke his cock at the sight of you, a deep hunger on his face as he looked down at you.

"You think you could take me right now, y/n?" He asked, a sadistic hint behind the tone of his voice. You could feel the slickness between your folds, the agonizing lust that settled in the pit of your stomach. Without saying a word, you opened your legs to him, proving that you could. You brought your own hand down to your folds, beginning to circle your sensitive clit.

"Y-yes, Aaron," you moaned seductively. Your eyes shut tight at the intense feeling of your clit, your mind going blank from pleasure. It wasn't till you felt his presence above you, till he ripped his hands away from your clit, till he brought his lips to your fingers, licking the slick that was stuck to your fingers.

"So good," he moaned at the taste of you. His own hand now replacing where yours once was, circling your clit harshly.

"I think you could take me too," he said roughly grabbing his dick to slide in between your folds. The feeling of his hot cock against your smooth folds had you feeling insane. You jutted your hips against his in hopes that he would go where you wanted him to be.

"I want to take my time," he said softly, his hands grazing your body. It left you feeling mad at him for being so close, yet so far at the same time. You tried to move your hips once more, but he held them down. His cock sat in between your folds, not moving an inch as he admired you. He brought his lips down to your breast, sucking on your nipple. The sensation caused your hips to jut up, hips tip grazing your entrance. You whined out in need, need for him to be inside of you.

His lips on your breasts only caused you to need him more, need him inside of you.

"Please, please, please," you begged, not recognizing your own voice. You brought his head up to yours, attaching your lips to his, in hopes that he would listen to your plead. His tip was right at your entrance, and in his moment of weakness, you lifted your hips enough to where he sunk into you. You moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, ready for more. He pulled away from your lips, his forehead now resting against yours. He was trying so hard to control himself, to not hurt you.

You moaned in his ear; he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He plunged further inside of you with a determination you had never felt before. You had never been this full before. You gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"S-so tight," he stuttered out as his hips moved, plunging in and out of you. All semblance of control long forgotten the only thing he could think of was the home that he found in between your legs. "Squeezing me so good," he moaned out.

The feeling of him inside of you was something you had never felt, it was perfect like you were made to have him inside of you. His pace quickened, like something you had never felt before. Your hands scratched his back, not knowing what to do with the pressure that was building in the pit of your stomach.

"Aaron," you moaned loudly, going insane for the pleasure he was giving you. He was now kissing your neck and grasping at your breasts, the pleasure was intense and over-stimulating. You had never, ever felt anything like it before,

Your hands found their way in his hair, a need to grab and hold onto something.

"y/n," he rasped out, "God y/n. Should've done this sooner, never felt like this in my life." He was so obviously pussy drunk on you, and you couldn't help but be proud of the way you made him feel.

"'M gonna cum in you, fill ya up," he moaned out, his words being cut short. The intensity of his thrusts only building the bubble in the bottom of your stomach, his praise only sending you further into oblivion.

"Please," you begged, for what? You didn't know. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting him closer, needing him closer to you. His hand reached down in between where you two met, he began playing with your clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the pleasure he was giving you.

"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," you chanted his name in praise of him. No one had ever made you feel this good, ever.

"Cum for me darling, squeeze me," he demanded, his quick pace matching his fingers. Your arousal was seeping onto the covers, a squelching noise coming from where you two were colliding.

You finished with spasms, the bubble in the bottom of your abdomen popping finally. You milked him, wanting him to find his own release too. Your body was limp in a daze as he held your hips up, still fucking into you. Your body was weak and sore from the power of his thrusts, your mind hazy with a finish like you had never had before.

"Finish in me," you moaned out at the sensitivity you were feeling, "please daddy," you begged without thinking of what you were saying, if he would even like it.

His pace picked up even more, if it was possible, letting out grunts and groans of effort as he used your body in the best possible way. You could beg for this feeling every day for the rest of your life,

He finished, thrusting into you, hard. You could've sworn he hit your cervix, pressing right up against it as he finished, both of you worn out by your orgasms.

"Did so good for me darling," he said, waking you up from your light sleep. "Gotta clean you up now."

He slowly withdrew from you, a whine and groan leaving your mouth from the soreness that was already forming. It was only now, with your head clear that you realized what you had done. You slept with a married man, albeit an unhappy one, but he was married nonetheless.

Your whole demeanor had changed, but you didn't want Aaron to see the regret on your face. There was no regret in doing what you had done, but rather, you had fallen in love with him and there was nothing you could do about it now.

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Summary: y/n and Freddie tag along with Louis on his tour. Y/N’s hormones have her all out of wack, so along with being emotional, she craves sex with Louis.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dominant!Louis, cocky!louis, daddy!louis, pregnant!y/n, unprotected before show sex, semi rough actions such as hair pulling, biting, slight breeding kink?, just filth

My first copy of this got deleted, but after writing this I’m not even mad about it.. enjoy! Lots of dirty stuff in this for ya ;)

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You sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.

“Why the long face, babe?” Louis turns and looks at you, “Freddie ready?”

Usually you’d laugh because that rhymed, but you just shrug, “I don’t think he’s adjusting well to the baby that’s coming..” your hormones are awful, you just cry over everything right now, “I just..” you take a deep breathe and look up at him, “Louis I don’t want him to hate me.”

“Whoa, hey. He ain’t gonna hate ya, babe.” Louis walks over and kneels down in front of you, “He loves you, alright? He’s just.. having a bad day. I’ll go see if he’ll talk to me, yeah? You finish getting ready, we do have to leave soon.”

“Okay.” You whisper as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

He leans back and flashes you a smile, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

You nod and lay a hand on his cheek, “You remind me everyday.” You bite your lip and tilt your head.

“What’s going on in that mind, love?” Louis tilts his head the same way as yours, “Somethin’ we probably don’t got time for?”

You sigh and let out a groan, “Probably.”

“Whoa, hey chill out, calm down.” Louis laughs and lays his hands on your hands.

You roll your eyes and pretend to pout, “These hormones have me getting extremely turned on by your every move.”

“I’ve noticed.” Louis smirks and raises his eyebrows.

“Has it really been that bad?” You let out a sigh, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, now.” He lays his hand on your belly and leans up to peck your lips, “Didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just wish I could do it a little more often.”

You laugh and push him back, “We have to leave now before we really do end up late.”

Louis let’s out a laugh and stands up, “You’ll get me in a little bit, I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m holding you to that, Tommo.” You bite your lip and smile before leaning in to kiss him.”

“Alright, I’m going to see if I can talk with him.” Louis smacks your ass gently before walking away. You try to smack him but he jumps away, “Ha!”

You laugh and finish getting ready,

——

“Freddie, hey! Don’t slam the door.” Louis sighs and shakes his head, “Sorry. He’s just not having it today.”

“That’s okay.” You smile and sigh, “Everyone is allowed to have bad days. I’ll talk to him later.” You go to reach for your bag, but Louis grabs it before you, “Nope.”

“Louis, come on. I can carry my own bag.”

He looks over at you, “Do you want to tell everyone here today?”

“Yeah.” You nod and smile, “Actually, we’ll let Freddie tell them.”

Louis nods and smiles, “Oh yeah, yeah.” He gives you a peck on the cheek, “I’m gonna go check in. You go get settled.”

You nod and wave back at him as he walks up towards the stage.

You make your way to Louis’ dressing room and stop when you see Freddie laying on the couch, “Hey, Freddie.”

“Hey.” He mumbles quietly.

“Can I sit?”

He nods and sits up to scoot over more.

You sit down and rest your hands in your lap, “You know.. your dad loves you more than me.”

You can see his eyebrows perk up.

“And you know who loves just as much as you?”

He slowly looks over at you and points to your belly.

“That’s right. He loves your baby brother just as much as he loves you.” You tilt your head, “You know that right?”

He fights a smile while nodding, “Yes.”

“And you know that I love you just as much as your mom and dad love you, right?” You smile as he looks at you, “Things are going to change, honey, but always know that the one thing that isn’t going to change is how much we love you.”

He smiles and nods, “Sorry I slammed your car door.”

“It’s okay.” You fight back the over emotional tears and holds your arms out. He laughs and gives you a hug, “Can we go watch dad?”

“Yeah that’s probably a good idea.” You laugh and stand up, wiping your face. Freddie takes your hand and leads you guys to side of the stage.

You stand there, Freddie’s hand still in yours, watching as he tries to get his dads attention. You glance up at Louis and smile as he turns to face you.

He smiles as he watches Freddie wave excitedly to him. Louis motions for him to come out and Freddie runs to him.

You bite your lip, the sight of Louis in dad mode makes your hormones go absolutely bonkers.

You squeeze your thighs together and blink as Louis walks up to you, “Hey.” You smile and take a deep breathe.

“You still wanna tell them?” Louis asks as he reaches up and gently brushes your cheek.

You know exactly what he’s doing.

You glance up at him, “I know what you’re doing.”

“You had a hair, babe.” He reaches up and brushes your cheek again. You grab his hand and lean in towards him.

“Unless that hand is going to go somewhere and give me something I so very badly need, don’t touch me.”

He chuckles and pecks your lips, “You’ll get it, babe. Just hang tight, alright?” He bites his lip to hide his smirk, “Now c’mon.” He pulls on your hand walks you out onto the stage.

He pulls Freddie into the middle of us, “Can everyone come here for a quick sec? Just come over here.. right quick yeah.”

Everyone gathers around and you look down at Freddie. You poke his shoulder a few times, gently, “I think you should tell them.”

“Really?” His raises his eyebrows and smiles.

“Yeah, go for it, lad.” Louis ruffles his hair and Freddie looks around, “I’m going to be a big brother!”

His words are quiet at first but by the time he said ‘to’ he was yelling it.

You smile and lay your hand on Louis‘ that rests on your belly. His thumb gently rubbing the fabric of your t shirt and leans in, “This drives you crazy doesn’t it?” He whispers, “Me touching you?”

You take a shaky deep breathe and Louis tightens his grip on your body as your knees buckle slightly, “Whoa. Need to sit?”

He already has a smirk on his face because he knows exactly what you’re going to say.

“Yeah, your cock.” You both whisper quietly at the same time. You freeze and look at him before you both laugh, “You know me so we’ll.”

He shrugs, “What can I say?” He gives you a kiss, “You’re so getting it after the show.”

Freddie turns towards you and Louis, “Can we go get ready now?”

“Yeah, honey. You can wear the shirt with your dads smiley face.” You look up at Louis and smile.

“Yes! Yes!” Freddie grabs your hand and you look up at Louis, “See in a few.” He kisses you one last time before you and Freddie go back to the dressing room.

——

You cap the lid to your mascara as Louis enters the room. You set the tube down and look over at Louis, “Hey babe.”

His eyes glance up and down your show ready body, and the fact that you’re showing off your bump makes it hotter to him.

You tilt your head towards Freddie who is watching tv, indicating to Louis that he needs to keep it clean.

“Hey uh, Freddie.” Louis glances from you to Freddie as he talks, “Why don’t you go into the lounge and wait for Uncle Niall and Amelia.”

“Uncle Niall is coming?! Alright!” He runs out of the room and Louis instantly shuts and locks the door.

He walks over to you and you can’t help but meet him halfway, “Gotta be quick?”

He nods with a smirk, “And quiet, yeah?”

His hands travel down your body as his lips move in sync with yours.

His fingers pull up your long shirt, and tuck it under your tied t-shirt that rests at the top of your bump.

“So fuckin’ sexy showing your bump off.” He kneels down, pressing his lips gently to your skin. He pulls down your panties, gliding them down your thighs.

He lets them drop and he looks up at you, “Need you on my face.” He lays down on the couch and motions for you to move up.

You straddle his head and place one hand in his already messed up hair. He looks from you to your pussy before pulling your hips down.

You pull his hair and grip the back of the couch, “Fuck, oh fuck.”

You feel the grip of his hands tighten each time you moan out, “Fuck, yes daddy.”

You feel him moan against you and you squeeze your thighs shut as you cum. He continues to eat you out through your high, “Fuck.” He groans.

You move your hips back and look down at him. He gives you a smirk, “How do you want it?”

You bite your lip and shrug, I can just lean on the back of the couch?”

“If that works for you.”

You get up and watch as Louis stands up. He nods towards the couch and watches as you stand on your knees. You lean back, resting your elbows on it.

You bite your lip, excitement building up as you hear him shuffle out of his sweats. He strokes himself a few times before rubbing the head of his cock against your folds.

“Been thinking ‘bout this all day.” He closes his eyes, a moan escaping from his lips as pussy hugs his cock perfectly.

“Fuck, yes.” You moan and push your hips back more, “Fuck, daddy yes.” You whimper out and Louis pushes his cock all the way in, moaning out, “I fuckin’ love when you call me that.”

“Watching you in dad mode is so fucking hot.” You whine out and move your hips against his, “Fuck, Louis move. Please.”

Louis slowly starts to thrust, “Seein’ you in mom mode really gets me going too, babe. Fuck.” He slides a hand up your back, “How rough?”

“Rough, you can be rough.” You moan out as Louis slides his hand into your hair and grabs a fistful.

Louis picks up the speed of his thrust and pulls your hair to tilt your head back, “You’re so fuckin’ hot. Showin’ off that bump to let people know that you’re mine.”

His words send you over the edge, “Yesyesyesyes.” You moan as you cum around his cock.

“Shh. Baby.” He releases the grip on your hair and rubs his hand over it before he pulls his cock out and pulls your hips, “Come here.”

You stand up and turn around to face him, “You need a day off soon.”

Louis chuckles, “Yeah? Why’s that, babe?”

“So you can be doing this all day.” You reach out and grab his cock, slowly pumping it in your hand. He bites his lip and tilts his head to look at you, “I’m getting a day off and it’ll be you and me. All day long.”

You sit down on the couch and pull him with you. His hands hold up his weight as he leans down and connects his lips with yours again.

There’s a knock on the door and Louis’ head shoots straight up, “Freddie alright?”

“Yeah he’s fine, it’s so-“

“It can wait.” He doesn’t waste another second and presses his lips to yours once again and slips his cock inside of you.

He swallows your moans, keeping your moans muffled as he slides his cock in and out of you quickly.

“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna cum.” Louis moans out, “cum with me, yeah?”

“S-so close.” You pant out. Louis kisses down your neck, biting a mark into your skin.

You clench his cock and roll your eyes roll back as you cling to him. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you moan against his lips, kissing him a few times.

“Fuck.” Louis sighs and smiles, “you’re so fuckin’ incredible.” He stands up and gets you a towel, “Here.”

“Thank you.” You take the towel and wipe off. You stand up and redress yourself.

“I’m glad you’re showing it off.” Louis smiles at you.

“Yeah?” You pose for him with your hands pulling your dress tighter against your bump.

Louis watches you and shakes his head, “Uh huh. I really do.” He walks over and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Because it shows off that you’re mine.” He chuckles slightly and kisses for forehead, “I’m going to get around, I’ll meet you out with Freddie and them.”

“Sounds good.” You bite your lip and smile at him. He watches you as he back away and smiles before turning, “I like those crazy hormones, babe.”

“You’re annoying.” You yell with a laugh.

“That’s why you married me. You love me.”

“That I do.” You shake your head and walk out to greet the others, “Hey, sorry. I had a uh-“ you laugh slightly and glance down at Freddie, “Hormonal emergency if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, no totally get it.” Amelia chuckles and holds her hand up. You both look at Niall and laugh at his shocked expression, “I didn’t need t’know that, y/n. Ugh.”

“When does dad go on?” Freddie asks looking up at you. You look down at him, “I believe he goes on here soon.”

He nods and looks around, “There he is!”

“Here I am. Hello, hello. Good to see you again, Amelia.” Louis smiles and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Good to see you, good luck tonight.” She smiles, “Oh and congratulations again. Sorry I wasn’t there in person when you told Niall.”

“No it’s alright, thank you. Yeah we’re excited.” Louis nods and rubs your belly.

“Freddie is already the best big brother.” You smile down at him.

“Louis. We’re going to start.”

“Yeah alright.” He turns and looks at Niall and Amelia, “See you after, yeah?”

“Course, lad.” Niall nods and Amelia agrees.

“Hey.” Louis grabs your hand and pulls you away from the group. “As soon as I’m done with my show, I want you in that dressing room.”

You nod, “Yes, daddy.” You smile and lean in to kiss him, “You got this, babe. We love you.”

“I fuckin’ love you.” He kisses your hand and waves to Freddie. You take Freddie and go to the side of the stage and Niall and Amelia follow.

“Wanna see something funny?” Niall laughs and leans forward slightly as Louis is in between songs. He holds himself there until some of the fans start to scream.

He leans back and Amelia hits his shoulder, “That’s so mean.”

You laugh and look over at him, “if you think that was bad, let me move out into the open.”

You move up and rest your elbow on the speaker, waving at some fans who spot you, trying to gain some attention.

Soon enough cameras are pointed at you and you laugh and motion for Niall and Amelia to come up.

They pop up beside you and the fans absolutely lose it.

You glance over at Louis and he’s watching you guys. Niall and Amelia back up and you step out, bump on full display.

You motion for Louis to just say something about it. He raises his eyebrows, double checking with you. You nod and smile.

“You guys have been absolutely incredible tonight!” Louis yells out. He lets the crowd cheer a little bit before speaking, “And for that I feel like you guys deserve something, so do you guys want to know something that we’ve all been keeping a secret?”

Louis teases the fans and they go absolutely berserk.

He laughs and holds her arms up, egging them on with their repetitive chant of ‘tell us’.

“Alright, alright.” He starts out and the crowd goes quiet. After a quick moment of silent he pointed at you, “My wife is pregnant!” The grow instantly goes wild and Louis celebrates, “Freddie is going to be a big brother!”

You hug Freddie and cheer with the crowd.

Louis runs over and hugs you, “Congratulations. You’ll be number one trending on twitter.”

You smirk, “We can worry about that in the morning.”

He smiles and kisses you before going back out on stage.

You laugh and look at Niall and Amelia, “You guys will be second trending on twitter.”

——

This is my first ever Louis smut and I hope you like it!

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“J-Johnny, slow down,” I whimpered as Johnny's thrusts sped up. They were deep and hard and I was on the verge of tears as I struggled to figure out if what I was feeling was pain or pleasure, or perhaps both. I couldn’t decide. Either way, whatever it was, I knew that I did not want him to stop.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he spat back rather harshly. His lips were attached to my neck as I sat on the kitchen counter. Johnny stood between my legs, grabbing my thighs as he made sure to hit every angle perfectly. Johnny threw his head back and let out a deep sigh as I dug my fingernails deep into his back.

Johnny had come home tired. Angry was more like it.

Work had been stressful the past few months. He had been re-shooting scenes, and he hated how slow the process was. He struggled to fit in time for anything and everything, and most nights, I didn’t even get a chance to see him before passing out, too tired after waiting for him for hours on end.

This specific afternoon, he was so frustrated after a long day at work, and, well, I was the only one in his reach. And, that’s how I ended up on a kitchen counter at 11 pm, getting fucked senselessly by my generally very gracious boyfriend.

“Fuck,” I managed to mutter out as my hands fumbled around in Johnny's curls. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The complete sentiment of euphoria had taken over my body, and nothing had ever felt better.

Johnny's moans were loud in my ear and the sounds themselves were practically orgasmic on their own.

Although I'd always enjoyed a variety of different paces and techniques when it came to sex, I'd never experienced Johnny like that before. So ruthless. So…rough.

I knew that Johnny was doing it for himself, and only himself. The way his cock mercilessly plunged into my belly repeatedly, not once slowing down, told me everything I needed to know. He hadn’t even asked if I was comfortable, which was something he always made sure to do. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his massive size, which was something I still needed to do, even after five years of dating. He just barged in, lifted me onto the kitchen counter, and did exactly what he wanted to.

I hadn’t had the time to even think before he’d dived into me. He’d wasted no time. He hadn’t even checked if I was wet enough to enter. No foreplay. No nothing.

“Jo-Johnny, just slow down. Let me look at you,” I whimpered and retrieved my face from the crook of his neck. I put my hands on either side of Johnny's face, looking into his beautiful, deep eyes. His mouth hung open by a slight bit, just enough to produce a couple of moans here and there. He looked at me intensely while he rested his forehead against mine, not once breaking eye contact.

“No slowing down,” Johnny insisted, squeezing the bottom part of my thigh harshly.

“Just take it. Take it like the good girl you are.” Johnny hummed, moving his lips down to my neck and sucking on the skin, undoubtedly leaving a large, purple mark.

Johnny's words made me moan as I clawed into his shoulder blades. I could hear Johnny slightly wince at the sensation. “Feisty little one, are you?” Johnny chuckled at my action and smashed his lips into mine.

Suddenly, his thrusts stopped. I was confused by his sudden pause but shrieked loudly as he lifted me from the counter. Naturally, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.

Johnny walked to the nearest wall, his cock still inside of me. I whimpered Johnny's name as he placed me against the wall.

He wrapped his arms underneath my legs and placed his hand on each one of my ass-cheeks to support my weight.

Johnny began thrusting into me. The new position had given him a greater ability to pound even deeper and harder into me than before. I let out a loud shriek and grabbed onto Johnny's bicep with one hand while the other one rested on his chest. I tried my best to look into his eyes, knowing how he loved to look at me when he fucked me, but his fast-paced rhythm made it nearly impossible. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt an orgasm creeping up on me.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum.” I somehow managed to stutter out between my moans.

“Uh-uh,” Johnny shook his head, grabbing my legs tightly. His muscular body flexed with every thrust. “No cumming until I say so,” Johnny smirked. I hissed quietly under my breath, but not quietly for Johnny to miss it.

“Did you just hiss at me?” He asked.

Fuck

I knew that tone all too well.

“No-”

Before I could answer Johnny's question, he plunged into me with such strength. A strength that I didn’t even know he had in him.

“Fuck!” I gasped as Johnny repeated the slow, but unbelievably deep and overwhelming pumps.

“Ahh, that feels good, doesn’t it? Hmm?” Johnny asked, biting his lip. He kissed my forehead. Unable to answer, I just moaned in response.

It felt as if my heart was in my throat. Even if I tried, I'd never be able to even describe the complete and utter state of bliss I found myself in whenever Johnny fucked me.

“Do you want to cum? Hmm?” Johnny purred in my ear, his voice deep and lascivious.

“Mmm,” I nodded with my eyes closed, too focused on the pleasure within me to focus on what Johnny was saying.

“Say it.��� Johnny panted. “Say it and look at me,” he instructed between heavy breaths.

I opened my eyes and looked deep into Johnny's eyes. They’d turned a shade or two darker than before.

“I just-oh fuck. I want to come so bad. Please,”

Urgh.

It almost made me feel pathetic to beg for him like that, but I couldn’t help it.

“I love it when you beg for me. Such a good girl,” Johnny hummed into my ear. I could feel Johnny's arms flex from holding me up for so long, and just like me, he was very close.

Johnny's moans intensified and they became louder and louder. His thrusts became sloppier and suddenly, he let out a loud grunt, followed by a couple of moans here and there as he pounded into me deeply a few times before completely stopping all movement.

I was confused, wondering if he was even going to let me cum, but I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts as Johnny walked back over to the kitchen counter and placed me on it.

“Lay down,” Johnny ordered, and I followed by laying down on my back, feeling the cold counter material against my back which sent shivers down my back.

“You’ve been so good, you know that?” Johnny smiled, almost in a proud manner while looking down at me, laying naked on the counter.

All his.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, darling” Johnny swore whilst smirking as he bent down and kissed my lips passionately, his touch much different than just minutes ago.

His lips trailed down my body. From my lips to my collarbones. Then down to my breasts, my belly button, and finally, my all-through soaked pussy. His tongue softly slithered around my heat. I could feel his warm mouth on my inner thighs, dangerously close to my core. I whined in an attempt for Johnny to up, which only earned me a harsh slap on the thigh.

“Be patient, or you’re gonna have to make yourself cum,” Johnny warned. I looked down at him and scoffed, knowing damn well I'd never even come close to Johnny's skills when it came to making me feel good. Johnny returned to my heat. I could feel his breathing against my already sensitive cunt, and it made me want to cry out. He was too slow for my liking. All I wanted was to feel his touch. To feel his mouth.

Johnny's tongue suddenly slithered between my folds. I shrieked at the sensation and accidentally closed my legs together as a reflex. Johnny wasted no time and roughly grabbed my thighs. He held them in an open position, restricting me from any movement at all in my legs.

“Last warning,” Johnny growled, and once again, his mouth connected to my pulsing cunt. His movements were agonizingly slow. His lips were closed around my clit, kissing it slowly. His tongue moved further down, and slowly entered the opening of my pussy, tasting the sweet taste of wetness his teasing had resulted in. I moaned loudly as he continued working his magic.

I ran my fingers through his brown hair, trying to make sense of everything. The pleasure was almost too much. Johnny knew exactly what he was doing to me. He loved nothing more than to hear my moans. He removed his tongue from my opening and the loss of his touch made me pout. Johnny smirked up at me teasingly.

He dragged his tongue back to my clit, flicking it up and down, gradually adding pace. A motion that completely and utterly carried me over the edge.

“Oh, my-fuck!” I screeched as the ball of pleasure in my abdomen exploded like fireworks. I gripped Johnny's hair tightly, maybe even too tightly, because I was convinced that I heard him wince quietly. I could feel his stare as I rode out of my long-awaited orgasm. Slowly, I gathered my senses and snapped back to reality.

“So beautiful,” Johnny mumbled, adoring me, although I knew it wasn't my best moment. A red face and tear-stained cheeks as I tried to catch my breath. Johnny stood and helped me up from the counter. My knees were too weak to even stand, so Johnny took me in his arms, bridal style.

“Listen, I was a bit frustrated. I’m sorry if I was too rough,” Johnny spoke. I looked up into his eyes, smirking.

“No. I liked it,” I spoke. “I knew you would,” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he walked up the stairs, with me in his arms.

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[giraffehippy]

Josh x reader

Word count: 1500

WARNING // Unprotected sex, raw sex, oral sex, dirty talk, substances, explicit wording. 18+ advised!

Summary// You’re on a lake trip with the whole trio Sam, Daniel, Jake, and Josh. Josh has some other forms of ideas intimately with you. In between the trees and grass you lie upon, gasping for air from the pleasure you’ll be receiving.

This is just something I wrote fast, I might do chapters of. Please let me know what y’all think❤️

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Josh was very adventurous, he’d always want to do something crazy in an instant. Being outside does something to this man. With my thoughts running though my clouded mind, he grabs my hand with force. He yells out to the group, rudely might I add.

“Y/N and I are going for a private walk boys, no followers!” Josh continues with a huge smile waving them off, guiding me through the bushes into a trail.

“Why are you walking so fast Kiszka?” I giggle while being drug past the trail.

“Shhh, don’t ruin this moment. Come on Y/N this way!”

He seemed very serious about where he was leading us to. Anything is exciting when it comes to him, he makes sure I come out of my shell. Before him I never taken any risk really, I wasn’t living life like I should be. Josh makes me feel alive, makes me want to take risks, that I wouldn’t dare to ever do. It’s a scary thing you see, is it love?

Am I in love? Our love making has different out comes every time, it’s never boring with him. I told him to spice it up, I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what he does to me, I told him he has complete control. That’s why I’ve been so happy, I haven’t been stressing about anything at all.

“Here, just over there.” Josh points to a little lagoon surrounded by vines and flowers. We pass the bridge to sit on the ledge.

He holds my hand to help me down, taking his shoes off.

“Get comfortable, we’re going to be naked here soon.” He starts to take his pants off following with his shirt.

“Naked? N-now?” I ask a little shy. “What if they see us?” I mumble.

“We are far from them, remember what I said?” He look at me staring at my shorts.

“I-okay!” I stand up fast taking my shoes off sliding them to the side. My hand reaches for my shirt, I slowly take it off adding to the pile Josh has started. My heart is pumping, my breathing has quickened. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

As my eyes are closed, I can feel Josh’s burning right through mine. I swallow hard to pull down my shorts but interrupted by Josh fast hands.

He rushes to force them off along with my panties, ripping them. I gasp letting this happen, leaving me in my bra. My hands find their way to unclasp it, my hands tug at Josh’s boxers ripping them down his lightly hairy legs.

I knew why he wanted to take me back here to fuck me but I was playing dumb. I knew he was about to pound me and I was so fine with that. His lips find mine while his hands grasp my thighs lifting me up. My legs are around him while he takes my breast into his mouth. He bites down softly, causing my head to fall back.

“J-Josh… I’m so fucking… h-hoorny.” I whisper in his ear, he bites down hard on his lip mouthing fuck. He puts me down so I’m straddling his hips, my fingers trail down his short torso. Our soft bare skin is touching, I start to grind my hips down so he can feel my wetness.

He starts to cup my breast groping them, tightening his grip he looks into my eyes. He massages them, guiding his delicate soft hands down my body his hand reaches to my throbbing pussy.

“You’re drenched, soaked!” He turns us over so he’s on top, he immediately attacks my neck. He sucks hard biting while trailing down. He makes his way back up kissing me hard, biting my lip. Our tongues battle for dominance, feeling the smile on his lips as I buck my hips to his groin.

“You’re gonna fuck me out in the open, for everyone to see?” I say following my hands down to his ass before slapping it hard.

“It’s all about the risk.” The pupils of his eyes were so dilated, knowing how turned on he actually was.

He continues to kiss me, we’re fully making out with salvia everywhere. He pulls my hair tugging it getting a little scream out of me. I take my hand to place it gently onto his hard cock. I began to rub slow causing him to grunt.

“Fuck, I don’t have any condoms on me at all. I switched my pants last minute.” He kisses me slowly but I don’t care.

“Just come on my titties then, pull out.” I wink playing with his cock again.

He kisses me again but with passion. With that he lines himself up with your hips, gently pushing his tip through. I wince in pain, a good pain. He notices and goes slower. My legs spread open allowing him to move closer to me. As soon as he’s fully inside me he stops. My insides adjust to his length, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“Fuuuck, you’re so damn tight.” My legs wrap around him pulling him in close.

“I’m ready, fuck me how you want.” My eyes are on him he starts to move slowly. In then out with a small force, until my wetness provided enough lube for him to move his hips faster.

“Joshua, fuck. Me!” His hands wrap around my throat causing him to thrust into me with all he had got.

“Ahh, fuck. That’s it! R-right there.” I scream wrapping my legs right around him tighter. His hips are pounding into mine making a loud smacking noise to echo. His cock is relentlessly pounding into your wet cunt. Josh grabs your legs to place them on his shoulder, tightening his grip on the bottom of your thighs. His thumb finds your clit, massaging lightly on circles.

“Josh.. holy fuck.” I barely say in a whisper, mouth is widening.

“You like that Y/N? My cock deep inside you.. fuck baby.. so good.” Josh continues to slide is cock into me, until I’m being flipped around with my head shoved into the grass.

He repositions himself from behind me, grabbing my arms holding them slightly. His face is inches from your ear.

“I’m gonna make you cum baby okay?” I moan in response to him.

He rams his juiced thick cock inside me, holding onto my ass with a grip. His hands roam to the lower region of my belly, holding on to get a better angle.

“Mmmm, Josh.. I’m close.” He yanks my hair while taking me with force in the woods.

“Cum for me!” He barely manages to get out without huffing his breath.

He finds my neck squeezing with light pressure, as I’m coming off of pure lust and want.

My knees start to buckle as I fall onto the ground beneath me.

“Oh, FUCK!” I shout while shaking my whole body for release.

Josh with one last push inside me started to grunt. He was close. I bounce my ass on his cock a little while longer, until he’s ready.

“I need that cum Josh, fuck me.”

“I-I.. baby it feels too good I can’t.”

He can’t what? What did he mean.

The moans escaping his sweet mouth was different. He was cumming, and inside me.

He releases with a hard thrust while he stayed paused inside me. I could feel his cock twitching from his release building up.

“Joshhhhh!” He collapsed next to me with his cheeks red.

“I’m so sorry baby, I thought I could do it. Your pussy was so warm and tight.” He begins to laugh while I laugh with him.

“Oh jeez boy! Give me your shirt, it’s leaking all out of me.” I say while leading my hand down playing with his hot fresh cum. He throws me his shirt while I get cleaned up. He stands up pulling his pants on buttoning them. He turns to me with a smirk.

“You really need to get on birth control, I can’t go back to condoms after that.” He’s hooked on having you raw now, great. It did feel much better, so deep inside me. I begin to get dressed walking closer up to him.

“Or you could just practice to pull out, Joshy.” I wink at him kissing him slow.

“I love you, let’s head back.” He grabs my hand intertwining them, while leading us back to the path back to the boys. My face turns red as I glance at Josh.

“I love you more, you drive me crazy!” I giggle.

The sun is setting and it’s time for dinner. The smell of the grill smoke and weed has caught my attention. We join Sam, Daniel, Jake for a smoke. The night consist of laughter and more love making at the end of the night. It couldn’t have been with a more better person, Josh.

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[spicycowboy01]

Wanting to bend her over in front of the mirror so she can watch me fuck her as I focus on her facial expressions. Suddenly I get the feeling to hold her shoulders so I can start thrusting all my body weight into her til she falls on the bed and I pin her down making her take it. I would slowly start rubbing her clit but stop as I grab her by the throat so, I can shove every inch in her pretty much so she can taste herself on my dick just so I can fuck it. Making sure she gets all drooly before I, toss her back on the bed rubbing the tip against her, slowly putting it in and back out. justice so I can hear her beg to be fucked and manhandled. I would start slapping her ass hard enough to leave my hand prints marked on it, and turn my focus on her neck that would be covered in hickeys so everyone knows that she's mine. As I toss her onto her back, I would put her legs on my shoulders as I shove it back in her as I would slowly start rolling my hips into hers as I start to leave hickeys on her chests . Instantly would start kiss back up her body as I keep fucking her pretty pussy. I would stop just to kiss her sensitive inner thighs as my thumb gets rubbing her clit, I would start leaving hickeys on her inner thighs so no matter what everyone knows she's mine. Leaving her all marked up would drive me crazy just to fill her up with my warm cum just to lean back for a minute and i admire her whole body as my eyes lock with hers. I would lean back over her and gently kiss her and give her a kiss on the forehead for being such a good girl for me.

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[sucker4colby]

Jealous looks desperate on you

18+ Smut!!!!

Warning: smut 18+ Cussing, cheating ?

Summary: Colby gets jealous of your new boo so he takes matters into his own hands .

Word count: 2058

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

You gave Colby every opportunity in the book to ask you out, you hinted at it and even told him how you felt to which he responded with a simple “ thanks for letting me know”. Never in your life had you of wanted to curl up and die like you did in that moment. You really thought that there was something there and you had gotten your hopes up thinking he’d like you as much as you liked him.

Honestly you wouldn’t had cared had he of been any other guy but there was something about Colby that made it impossible to move on from him. After your confession you didn’t change your behavior around him but you decided to stop rejecting guys in hopes that something would become of you guys.

You guys were lounging around the house while everyone else was off doing their own thing having had a day off. He plopped down next to you on the giant bean bag you had lying around wrapping his arms around your midriff and snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. “Whacha doing” he asked closing his eyes as you patted his head. “Nothing” you mumbled dismissively as you texted Cody Christian an actor who was interested in you. You had met him at a couple events and after some time of flirting he asked you out and you had been on a couple of successful dates.

You didn’t want to comprare him and Colby since they were completely different people but he had been doing a great job of getting your mind off the blue eyed boy next to you. You had strong feelings for Colby but there was no way you’d sit around pondering if he returned those feelings. Why not give the green eyed actor a chance since he clearly couldn’t get enough of you.

Colby hummed looking up at your screen furrowing his eyebrows once he saw the excessive amount of red hearts on your screen. Jealousy and hurt clouding his judgment. Who the hell had taken your attention from him and was calling you the cringe worthy nickname “doll”?

He thought you were guys were hitting it off and it had not been long ago that you had just confessed your feelings for him. He was going to tell you he felt the same way but he didn’t know how to feeling nervous that you had changed your mind but now it seemed someone was trying to take you from him.

Deciding to steal your attention back to himself he layed a quick kiss on your cheek knowing that always made your cheeks turn red. To his surprise you gave him a quick smile barely acknowledging his display of affection before going back to your phone. That definitely bruised his ego but he was damned if someone else was going to make you blush like that.

He stood up from the beanbag but you hardly noticed until he snatched your phone and started running with it in hand. You were stunned at the sudden motion for a moment before jumping off and calling him out annoyed.

Acting like a child Colby ran around the house while turning your phone off and looking for a place to hide it All while dodging your roommates and trying to lose you. You called his name chasing him down rushing past an amused Jake who waved goodbye as he exited the house leaving you two alone.

He dropped the cellphone into a pot before running into the living room and plopping on the sofa like nothing had happened. Running in you glared at him sticking your hand out to which he high fives it acting like he didn’t know what you wanted. “ Colby give it back I need to respond to a message.” You whined leaning down to try to look behind his back. He laughed refusing to move as you pushed on his body. “ you’ve been on your phone all day, you haven’t even paid attention to me.” He told you grabbing a hold of your arms. “ it’s important.” You argued pulling on your hands but he was stronger and he pulled you into his lap causing you to blush at the close proximity. Feeling confident once more he grabbed your jaw making you look into his blue eyes.

“ Is he more important than me.” He asked scanning your face. He loved that he made you nervous, his heart raced at the sight of you gulping knowing he had you in the palm of his hand again. When you didn’t respond he leaned in closer to you causing your eyes to flutter shut. “ I asked you a question.” He muttered ghosting his lips over yours. You shook your head no nervously almost like you had lost your voice. Adjusting your position he moved your leg so you were straddling him keeping a hand wrapped around your thigh.

“ i want you to stop talking to him” he told you pulling you in closer by your waist. Snapping out of your trance you raised an eyebrow at him . “ why would I do that?” You asked tilting your head and wrapping your arms behind his neck. “ because I don’t like sharing.” He looked up at you holding your gaze. Leaning forward you brought your lips closer to his ear. “ you can’t share something that isn’t yours.” You whispered making sure to ghost your lips along his ear. The way your chest was leaning against his gave you the perfect opportunity to feel how his breathe hitched. “ I can change that.” He mumbled leaning his head back so you could continue ghosting your lips over his flustered skin. He closed his eyes overwhelmed with the way your fingers were teasing his hair, the way the soft skin of your thigh felt in his palm and the way your lips left a trail of warmth along his skin.

Humming in response you started leaving small kisses along his jaw towards his pink lips, you made sure to miss his lips making sure that he’d be the one to initiate your first kiss.

The thought of Cody popped into your head making you feel slightly guilty, he was great and he gave you everything Colby was scared to do but no one could compare to Colby, At the end of the day you’d always come back to Colby.

Getting fed up with your teasing Colby moved his head to connect your lips , moving his hand to pull your waist closer to him. Your lips moved aggressively against each other both your frustrations fueling the kiss.

Wanting to feel more Colby gripped your hip and rocked you against him causing a gasp to escape your lips, the sound traveling straight to his dick. You both moaned at the new sensation, your shorts shifting as you dry humped barely giving you an barriers , his hard member rubbing against your barely clothed core.

Colby pulled you back disconnecting your lips a whimper leaving your lips at the loss, he grabbed the hem of your shirt helping you pull it off before connecting his lips to your throat.

You rocked your body as he left dark purple marks along your neck. “Saying your not mine but these tell another story.” He mumbled against your skin moving down to kiss the swell of your breast. Lost in his touch you moaned not finding any words.

Moving your bra down to free your nipples he pinched at one pulling his face back to look at your face. “ you’re all mine.” He tugged , a gasp escaping your mouth. “ I want to hear you say it.” He demanded.

“ I’m all yours Colby.” You rushed out his hold on your sensitivity pebble starting to ache deliciously. He smirked smuggled “good girl” he praised connecting his mouth to your nipple to sooth the pain.

Closing your eyes at the pleasure you reached under you to rub his bulge through his shorts. Once he was hard enough you pulled his member out with his help. Pumping the smooth skin with your hand you ran your thumb over the tip spreading his precum. Desperate to feel his thick member stretch you out you pulled your shorts and underwear to the side aligning your entrance with the throbbing tip.

Teasing yourself to spread your wetness you moaned at the feeling gently pushing down on it.

He let go off your swollen buds letting his head fall back eyes closed with a moan placing his hands on your ass encouraging you to ride him. “You feel so good baby girl.” He groaned as you picked up your pace the sound of your wetness and skin slapping filled the air.

You clenched your eyes panting at the feeling of him filling you up, your pussy tightening around him. “ good job mamas just like that.” He whimpered feeling himself coming close, his thighs tensing at the familiar feeling in his stomach. Wanting you to finish as well he brought his thumb down to play with your clit making your body shake at the overwhelming feeling. “ Colby I’m close.” You sobbed losing your pace. He grabbed your hips lifting you up a bit before slamming you back down helping your momentum. He hit a new depth causing stars to fill your vision. You cried as the tension in your lower belly snapped your orgasm making your body tense up. Colby closed his eyes his orgasm coming as well, his seed shooting up into you mixing with yours.

You sat on his lap both of you panting trying to regain your breathe. Opening your eyes they met Colby’s blue one causing a breathy laugh to fall out of both your lips. He smiled dreamily at you bringing your bra strap back over your shoulder and helping you adjust your bra. “ I told you I could change that.” He joked making you scoff, you went to get off him but he grabbed your waist helping you. “ wait here I’ll go get you a towel” he told you getting up and running up the stairs after adjusting himself.

You closed your eyes disappointed that you feel back into his control so easily, he didn’t take you seriously and now you had to look at Cody and know you fucked the person you love behind his back.

Colby came back down with a new pair of underwear and shorts from your room along with a damp towel, you reached forward to grab the items but he snatched them back pushing you back down. “ I got it.” He mumbled getting on one knee to clean you up causing you to scrunch up your eyebrows. “Colby what are you doing?.” You stopped his hand that was rubbing the towel along your thighs.

He took a deep breathe knowing this was his one chance at keeping you. “ I’m taking care of you, the way you deserve, you deserve the best and I want to be that for you.” He smiled softly at you helping you out of your soaked shorts and underwear helping you out on the clean ones he brought in.

“Let me be that for you. Don’t go back to him and stay with me.” He pleaded pulling you to your feet, You stumbled your legs still sore from a few minutes ago “Colby” you gasped grabbing his waist to steady yourself. “ please.” He whispered bringing your hands up to his lips placing a gentle kiss on your palms.

You’re heart was pounding hard in your chest, shocked that he was pleading to me with you now. The petty side of you wanted to make him beg but you wanted nothing more than to be able to be wrapped up in his arms like you currently were. You were hoping karma wouldn’t come back and bite you in the ass for what you were about to do.

“Jealousy looks desperate on you,” you teased leaning up to connect your lips. Colby let out a sigh of relief returning your kiss glad that your heart still belonged him. “Let’s go get my girl some food.” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. You let out a laugh at the new title, dropping Cody would be hard but worth it as long as Colby was calling you his girl.

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Hope you guys enjoyed !!!!

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[annabellenaughtyprincessrose]

Preview: Who's Si-Woo? (Part 1)(Namjoon/Black! Reader/Jungkook)

*Imagines used are not mine. Just using them for the concept of the story *

Summary: You are beginning to be suspicious of your Boyfriends cheating while away. There's no way...they love you deeply, right? You gave it the benefit of a doubt...until you found texts on both of their phones by a woman named Si-Woo. How will they both explain?

Preview:

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My thoughts were interrupted when a notification appears on Jungkook's phone...

1 new text message from Si-Woo💕

I covered my mouth to muffle my gasp. This just keeps getting worse. She just sent him text. I am shaking right now.

The phone crips again, and I let out a soft gasp.

2 new text messages from Si-Woo💕

I hit the text notification, and almost immediately the messages appeared.

The two text messages this slut sent had me flabbergasted:

Si-Woo:

"Ibwa agassideul!"😘😘

Si-Woo:

"I'm at home now,

and I just got out of the 🚿

While I was in there, I couldn't help but to touch myself was thinking about your juicy cock."😛😋

Si-Woo:

"Mmmmm, my sexy Kookie..."

My heart began to sunk. "Oh god.. she's calling him by nickname. The nickname I gave him. Then another message appeared.

Si-Woo:

"Baby,You know this pussy belongs to you

and Joon.

Mmmmm...just thinking of you both inside me makes my pussy clench."

His and Joon's? That's impossible. I just checked his phone, and I didn't see any messages from this desperate whore.

Maybe he deleted them. Maybe he locked them in an hidden file?

Once I thought it was only Jungkook cheating, but now I realized he was included in this too.

I checked the details, and I discovered that this affair started around six months prior. It was approximately six months before our relationship started to shift.

So my suspensions are true. They were both cheating on me.

I felt like my world was falling apart. I wanted to break down and cry again. But I don't want to stress myself out anymore than what I did.

A few moments past and I felt like I stayed in front of that mirror forever. I felt like I was looking at myself deep within, and I realized I am stronger than this.

I did everything for the both of them since the beginning of our relationship. I waited for them, supported them through the good and the bad. I gave them all of me and still it was not good enough. Not to mention, I did not even complain for our relationship to be secret, for the sake of thier image and fans.

I am a good fucking woman, and I don't deserve this bullshit! I will stand around and be a fucking clown.

Enough is enough! I want some fucking answers, and I want them now!

I sat over a vevet red chair on the left side of the bed watching them as they slumber. Listening to thier light snores in the silent air.

Still glancing at the text messages on Jungkook's phone, I scrolled all the way up from the first text, back down to the last.

I crossed my legs, my eyes glances up once more at my cheating boyfriends. The more I sat there looking at them and those text messages, the more angry I got.

"Who's Si-Woo?" I asked with a low tone. It was loud enough for both of them to hear but they didn't budge.

"I said, Who's Si-Woo?"I asked again a loud tone. Still no reaction.

In a swift move, I got out of my chair, and jumped on the bed startling Namjoon and Jungkook awake.

"WHO THE FUCK IS SI-WOO?!"

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[angelwithdemonictendencies]

don’t mind the snakes, they’re harmless unless provoked; i’ll try to believe you when you tell me you’re fine.

qh43 x reader: girl who wants, boy who wants to be wanted.

(warnings: filth (nothing as bad as the last one, wink), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), general feelings of anxiety and insecurity (ew, gross!  this is where i draw the line. lol, right.), mention of injury, mirror bullshit (today we tackle the feminine relationship with her reflection!), general debauchery.  please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

a/n: please be kind.  i didn’t check for typos.  this one is for my quinn girls and guys and such, how patient you have been.  this also happens to be the most, hm, vulnerable? emotional? story yet.  sorry to the porn lovers (i love you. i am you.) but this is actually fairly tame compared to my other shit.  i mean, as tame as you can get when he forces you to look at yourself getting railed in the mirror.  i think i invalidated my point.  whatever.  takeaways, takeaways.  right - female desire is not a beast to be tamed, as much as we are told that.  it is not a monstrous entity, it does not transform you into something vile.  your desire makes you beautiful.  your snakes make you fucking sick.  sorry about all the classical imagery, i can’t help it, it makes me seem smarter.  sorry i made this fictional qh43 a little sad, but i can do that, because he is fictional.  anyways, gif is not mine.  lovely people in my messages asking for auston - he’s up next, i promise, very soon.  unfortunately, school has to come first.  see you very soon.  go canucks.  love your snakes, today and always.

it had been a tough game.  you knew that.  he had played well, great, even, but the other team had been better.  it was as simple as that.  you knew quinn couldn’t win a game all on his own, but you also knew him - and how sometimes he had a hard time recognizing that.

regardless, it had been tough to watch.  how he would slam the puck into the boards after the other team scored, the slight droop of his head as the clock refused to expire, the missed calls (most notably the high stick that resulted in some stitches during intermission).  a tough game.  your heart hurt thinking about how disappointed he must be.

anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you thought about what you could do to convince him that there was nothing he could do.  unease seemed to seep through the floor, drip down the wallpaper as you waited for him to come home to you.

the tick of the clock took on a quiet hissing tone, might as well have been a bomb.  it didn’t matter how many times it happened, how routine it all had become, it was just the kind of person you were.  you felt things deeply, terribly, in every fiber of your being.

but, maybe to your surprise, when the door opened, the house did not explode.  spontaneous fire did not consume everything you had built.  every picture frame remained, exactly as you had left it.  

you wrapped him in your arms before he even had a chance to drop his things on the floor.  you felt one of his arms come to wrap around your waist as he shrugged his bag off of his shoulder.  

“hey, doll,” he murmured into your hair, hooking his other arm around the back of your neck, his hand bracing your neck.  you stood, together, for a moment, just breathing each other in.  “you’re nervous,” he said into your neck, no judgement in his voice.  just observation.  just knowing.

you pulled away just slightly, avoided meeting his gaze head on.  “’m not,” you tried, to which he slid one hand to your chin and forced your eyes to meet his, dismissing your lie with the slightest tilt of his head, thumb slowly drawing circles on your jaw.

“why?” he asked simply.  as well as you knew him, sometimes you forgot just how well he knew you, too.  that you weren’t in this alone.  that maybe you didn’t have to trick someone into being with you, that maybe they just wanted to.  you were still working on that.  you took a breath, shifted your weight on your feet.

“just know you’re hard on yourself,” you admitted to him.  “tell me what you’re thinking.”

he hummed, it rumbled from his chest into yours.  you gasped as he pulled you flush against him.  “can’t think,” he whispered, voice gravelly, “too distracted by how beautiful you look with my number on your back.”

you had forgotten that you were wearing one of his old jerseys.  you felt his fingers running over the stitching through the fabric, leaving a breath of a touch on your back underneath.  he leaned forward.  “you wear this for me, doll?”

your breath was shaky as worry melted away into something else, something much more dangerous, something much more vulnerable.  you bit your lip, rested both of your hands on the soft plane of his chest, nodded.

“yeah?” his gaze sunk to your mouth before meeting your eyes again.  “so good, doll, ‘m so lucky.”  something flared up inside of you, some kind of warning that you tried to push aside.

“please, can i have a kiss?” you practically whispered, pressed your palms harder into his chest.  his lips quirked in a slight smile for what felt like the first time that night before he guided your lips to his, still grasping your jaw in his hand.

your chest fluttered in a beautiful sigh, pushing you deeper into the kiss like an encouraging breeze.  you felt a prickling sensation fizz around your arms as the wanting welled up inside of you.  that’s what it was.  the wanting.

his broad hand tangled itself in your hair.  you brought your hand up to the side of his face, noticed immediately how he winced, only barely, but enough that you pulled away, willed the wanting to secede, searched his expression as you both observed the other, not touching.

you fixed your gaze on the new stitches on his chin.  under your deep observation, he shoved his hands in his pockets.  was that embarrassment?  

“tell me,” you said softly.  

he sighed, silent for a couple beats.  “just tired,” he exhaled.  “tired of trying so hard just to have everyone take, and take, and take.”

you slotted your own hands in his pockets, too, held onto his fingers, leaned forward into him again.  “i don’t want to take from you,” you told him.  “i never want to hurt you.”  but you wanted him, so deeply and so horridly.  

he actually laughed, gave you a smile with teeth.  “you, doll?  you couldn’t.”

you squeezed his hands.  “promise me.  promise me you’d tell me if you were hurting.”  

he squeezed you back, visibly lighter, face no longer shadowed with concern.  “i promise.”  he leaned down to your ear.  “how could i be hurting with you, here, like this for me?”

you shivered, felt the familiar fear of the want.  “like what?”

“mine, doll.  all mine.”  his grip moved to your wrist.  “gonna show me what no one can take from me?”

at your whimper, he whisked you into the bedroom, settled you both on the bed in an air of feverish possession.  he pulled you in for another kiss, this time with a wince that he moaned at.  you rolled your hips slowly on his lap, felt the slight scratch of his stitches on your chin.  you imagined your beast swallowing his pain whole, gulping it down and down until he couldn’t remember it was ever there.  

“can feel how wet you are, doll,” he said, pulling away just slightly.  “tell me what you want.”

everything you wanted hissed through your mind.  you scrunched your eyes shut.  surely he could see all your scales now.  surely, maybe, it would be fine.  “just want to be good for you, quinn,” you confessed to him and some unnamed deity, “just want to feel you inside me.”

he held the side of your face in his hand, tapped one of your eyelids with his thumb.  “open.”

you did as told.  “don’t hide from me,” he said, little more than a plea.  “i’ll never get enough of you wanting me.”  you melted as he flipped you around, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips raised up to him.  you felt his fingers trace the outline of the number on your back, again, something like a prayer.  “never get tired of giving you what you want.”  you bit your lip, muffled your moan.

he ran two fingers through your folds, groaned. “too good to me,” he murmured.  you heard the rustling of clothes pulled down, aside, the sound of him spitting into his hand before he pumped himself twice, three times.  you shifted your hips back, urged him to finally indulge you.

“please, quinn.”

he placed a warm hand on your hip and squeezed.  “such good manners, doll,” he praised.  then, at last, he pushed himself into you entirely.  your back arched, hips tilted up at the fullness you felt.  you gathered fistfuls of the sheets in your fists as tension pooled in your lower stomach.

your mouth fell open.  “so deep,” you choked out.  “feels so good-”

he slowly began to move in and out of you, grip tightening on the soft flesh of your hip, groaned deeply.  “this what you wanted, doll?”  he bit out.  “feel so perfect for me.”  his struggle of an inhale and exhale was something of your dreams.  “look so beautiful like this.”  you pushed your hips back against him, meeting him halfway each time.  he picked up the pace, moved the hand on your hip down to your clit, rubbed you perfectly.  

time evaporated, but at some point, he grunted.  “oh, doll, look,” he rasped.  “look at how good you’re being for me.”  he tangled his free hand in the hair at the base of your head, pulled you back towards him, forced your gaze up.

you must have left your closet door open, because you found yourself looking into your mirror.  you immediately screwed your eyes shut, as if eye contact would turn you both to stone.

he thrusted harder, rubbed you faster, relished in the way you cried out.  “open your eyes, doll, look at me,” he willed, roughly, “look at who’s fucking you so good, yeah?”  he pulled your hair just a bit harder.  you moaned.  maybe the force would strangle the snakes.  “look,” he ordered.

you did, couldn’t help it, finally opened your eyes and met your own gaze in the mirror, found your head devoid of snakes and your face completely human, maybe even divine - the flush in your cheeks, the swell of your lips.  the want was no beast.  

even more, you saw him, wanting.  the heat in his eyes, the clench of his jaw, the glisten of effort sparkling on his cheekbones, the flex of his stomach and chest as you squeezed him tighter.  you couldn’t peel your eyes away.

“oh, doll likes that, hm?” he groaned, “squeeze me so perfect.”  you moaned in affirmation.  “like to watch me, yeah?”

you nodded, hummed, so, so close.  “gonna cum,” you warned, “so close.”

“yeah?” he breathed.  “just tell me, doll.  tell me what i already know, then i’ll let you cum.”

you whimpered as he rubbed your clit with the heel of his rough palm, clutched at your hair, hips sputtering.  you wished you could somehow freeze this image into the mirror forever, to see over and over again.  “’m yours, quinn,” you whined, “only yours, always.  no one else.”

“know you are, doll,” he groaned.  “cum with me.”  and with an especially hard thrust, you both reached a high, your chest falling forward onto the bed, clenching around him, him flooding into you with a grunt.

there were no scales, no snakes, the want simply wrapping around you both pleasantly.  coexisting with the want.  your chests heaved, he pulled you into him, arms firm around you.  you rested your head in the pocket between his neck and shoulder.  you both rested in a mirroring pocket of blissful silence for many beautiful moments.

“i’ll never be disappointed when i come home,” he eventually muttered into your hair, “as long as i’m coming home to you, doll.  to you wanting me.”

you kissed his collarbone.  and of course that was enough.  of course to want him forever was enough.

fin.

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[cinemastyles-blog]

Under My Skin

Summary: A request by @victoria-styles - “Harry and Y/N are rivals who end up having to share a hotel room.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, rough, semi forced actions, strong language, hate towards each other, unprotected sex, general FILTH

Master

DUNKIRK HARRY

"Y/N!"

"Over here! Smile for us, y/n!"

"Gorgeous!"

The cameras flashed as the media got the pictures they needed, "Thank you." I blow a kiss to the photographers and move on to the next group.

"Y/N, if I could have a moment of your time, please." An interviewer asks. "Hello, hello." I smile and look at the camera with a wave, "How are you?" She smiles, "I'm great, how are you? Your dress is absolutely stunning, by the way! Very nice!"

I fluff my dress out, "Oh thank you, I'm just in shock, right now. I think, yeah. I'm happy that the filming is over and we can finally get this movie out for everyone to see. It's a very good movie if I say so myself."

She lays a hand on my shoulder, "Well you heard it straight from the one star of the movie, this movie is worth the watch. So, y/n, I'm sure the fans are dying to know, what was it like working with Harry?"

I was waiting for this question to pop up.

I smile, "It was very exhilarating, I will say that."

He got on my last nerve every. Single. Fucking. Day.

"You must be a fan of him-"

I hate him.

"-so getting casted in this role must have been so exciting for you!"

I nod, "Yeah, yeah. It was something. That's for sure."

Suddenly the fans start to scream louder and I look over my shoulder. The interviewer turns, "That must be him now. Y/N it was great chatting with you! Hope to see you again soon!"

"Yeah, of course." I stand there and watch the fans go nuts as Harry steps out of the vehicle. He's in a pale green suit with a black undershirt and his hair is freshly cut.

I roll my eyes, hoping no one caught that on video and I walk over to another group or photographers. I turn and show off every angle of my dress when suddenly, there's an arm around my waist.

I instantly know it's Harry, "What are you doing?" I mumble through my teeth as I continue to smile.

"Getting photographed with my co-star." He whispers lowly.

I fight back an eye roll and the urge to push him away and suck it up. I lay a hand on his stomach and smile at the cameras, giving them all they're asking for.

The director and crew always joked about us being rivals but between me and Harry, i didn't think it was a joke. It's always a competition with Harry. Who gets the most likes, the most views, who has more fans.

It's obvious he's more popular than I am, I mean fuck. He makes music too. His concerts sell out as soon as the tickets are released.

"Thank you guys!"

"Beautiful, thank you!"

"Hate you." I mumble as I turn away.

"Hate you more." He says with a wink.

As much as I try to fight it off, he gets under my skin and he knows it, too.

"Alright guys, bring it in." Montie, the director, says waving his hands for us to gather around him, "This is a big premiere for me. For us." He says looking around at everyone, "Y/N. Harry." He points to us, "You guys made this movie the best it can be and I am grateful for the both of you."

Here it comes.

"If you both can just.. he civil for this, that would be greatly appreciated."

"Oh, Mon." Harry steps up, "We're good. You don't have to worry. We've put all of that behind us."

I take in a slow deep breathe and straighten, immediately smiling and nodding as Montie looks at us, "Yeah. Great." My eyes shoot to Harry and give him a subtle snobby look.

"Great. Great. Now everyone, you know your places to walk in, so everyone get in line and smile for the cameras. Wave to the fans. You know what to do." He claps and walks over to some reporters.

"How'd you like that?" Harry asks getting in front of me, "You're welcome by the way." I look away and shake my head, "I have nothing to be thankful for with you."

He snickers, "Yeah, I gave you exposure to my fans, so. That doesn't exactly make us rivals anymore, does it?"

I step up close to him, so close I can smell his cologne, "I don't need you to give me exposure to your fans, I'd rather lay out in the hot sun in the desert in July than be anything more than an on screen lover to you."

He looks over his shoulder, "You sure it's just on screen? Because I see the way you look at me."?

"With disgust and repulsion? Because I can assure you, that is no where near love." I step back and cross my arms.

"Harry, harry, hello." A woman walks up with a camera man and a microphone.

Oh great. I fix my posture and smile incase I'm in the shot.

"Hello, Evelyn. How are you, darling?" He leans in and gives her a hug, "You we're at my last movie premiere, right?"

She nods, "Oh gosh, I'm happy you remember." Harry smiles, "What can I do for you?" She smiles and points to me, "I was wondering if I can get an interview with you and your on screen lover."

I internally gag and step up, "Hello, Evelyn is it? That dress is beautiful on you!" She smiles, "Oh thank you, something I just pulled out of my closet, but your dress, wow. It fits beautifully on you."

I smile and shrug, "I had someone to dress me, if it were up to me I'd be home in my sweats eating ice cream." She laughs, "I feel you on that one, anyway. I was hoping I could ask you guys some questions since we have a few more minutes."

I nod, "Anything you want."

"Is Lucas and Amelia's relationship on screen like yours and Harry's is in real life?"

Harry is going to jump in when I start to drown, "Well, I wouldn't say we're exactly like them, I mean in some ways, I'm like Amelia because she knows what she wants and doesn't settle for anything than less she deserves."

She nods and looks at Harry and he thinks for a moment. I brace myself for his answer.

"You know, Evelyn. I actually do relate to Lucas because he knows what he wants and he doesn't stop going after it. He's persistent with doing things he knows that will be good for him, even if, I don't know. There's a rivalry with someone he always figures out a way to get what he wants."

She raises her eye brows, "Wow. So wait, you said rivalry, does that pertain to you two specifically?"

"Oh no, no." I jump in before Harry can, "Harry and I are pals. We're the bestest of friends." I wrap my arm around his waist, "This guy, he's a funny, funny guy."

Montie comes up, thank god.

"Harry, y/n. You guys are next. I want you to walk in together, holding hands." He grabs my hand and places it on Harry's, "Act like you don't truly despise each other." He says lowly.

Harry squeezes my hand, "Ready, lover?"

"Have a good show!" Evelyn says walking away. "I hate you so fucking much." I fix my hair.

"You can't hate me, we're pals, bestest of friends." He mocks my words, "Just be happy. You can hate me later."

We walk in and the crowd cheers for us. I smile and wave with Harry still holding my hand. The media is going to eat these up.

Great.

After the movie ends, we all make our way back out to the carpet, greeting people, getting congratulated and what not.

"Hey, guys." Monroe comes up to Harry and I, "So as you know, we have some more press tomorrow and the hotel we're staying at had just enough rooms for us."

"So we'll all be in the same hotel. That's good, right?" I smile but it quickly gets ripped away.

"We all had to double up, so you and Harry are in a room, great talk." He walks away quickly and I stand there with my lips parted, trying to process what he just said.

"Well, pal. Looks like we're roomies." Harry elbows my side gently and walks over to the fans behind the barricade.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Mon.. Mon.." I walk up to him, "I-I can't share a room with Harry. I'll end up killing him. You of all people should know that by now."

He lets out a stressed out laugh, "Y/N.. please.. just be civil. I know he gets under your skin, I know you guys have a rivalry or whatever it is. Maybe this will help you guys get through it. Please. I need my two shining stars to be able to be in the same room with each other."

I let out a defeated sigh, "Okay."

He lays his hands on my cheeks, "You're the greatest."

——

"Uh-uh, nope. I get the bed. You can sleep.." I lay my suitcase on the bed and look around. I then motion to the floor, "..on the floor or whatever."

He laughs, "But I want the bed."

"And I want to be able to solve world hunger." I look at him with a serious stare, "I get the bed."

"I get the bed." He argues, "You can sleep on the little loveseat. I'm too tall for that."

"That sounds like a personal problem to me." I smirk slightly and unzip my suitcase, "I'm going for a bath, when I get out, your ass better be camped out on the floor."

"And what if it's not? You going to punish me?" He laughs and I ignore him as I walk to the mini fridge, "Hmm." I look over the assortment of little liquor bottles and grab a few before I walk into the bathroom.

I undress and throw on one of the hotel robes before I start my bath. I sit on the edge of the big tub and open one of the bottles.

I down the shot and set it on the counter. Just as I start to take off my robe, Harry opens the door, "Are you hungry?"

"Harry, fuck." I bring my robe back over my shoulder and turn to look at him. He smirks, "Not like I haven't seen it before." He tilts his head, "Do you want me to order you something? I'm starving."

I nod and tell him yes just to get him out of the bathroom. He winks and shuts the door. I stand there for a moment and shake my head, "No. no. No, y/n."

I take my robe off and step into the hot bath, submerging my body under the water and amazing smelling bubbles.

I close my eyes and lay my head back. I bite my lip and slip my hand between my legs, gently playing around with my clit.

I bite my lip to hold back my moans as I work my hand faster. I arch my back off the back of the tub as I can feel myself getting closer.

The door opens again and I jump and try to cover myself up, which results in water splashing everywhere.

"The foo- ooh, and what we're you doing?" He asks frisky.

"N-Not- Harry.. I-I .." I say getting flustered, "just get out. Please." I hide my face in my hand, "I should have locked the door.

"Mhm. But you didn't." He says before walking out.

"Oh my god." I mumble into my hands, "What the fuck?!"

I finish my bath and slip my robe back on. I open the door, preparing myself to face Harry after what he walked in on. I mean, my fault. I didn't lock the door, which I should have. But I didn't? Why didn't I-

No, no. I hate Harry. I hate Harry.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I stop in my tracks as I see him sitting on the bed eating his food, "Um, eating? What are you doing? Or, not doing?" He smirks and shoves his mouth full, "Come on. Eat."

I walk over and sit down on the bed with my back facing him as I grab the plate, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I just figured you were too busy to-"

I whip around and cut him off, "Shut up. Zip it. We don't speak about it ever again. Okay?" He holds his hands up in defense, "Yes ma'am." He salutes me and moves him plate, "I'm going for a shower, I'm not locking the door, fyi."

"Oh my- get out." I groan and lay back on the bed, "Leave." He laughs as he walks into the bathroom. I crack open another bottle and take it, "Shit." I whisper as I crack open another one.

I sit up and finish eating. I set my plate down on the stand and lay back, switching on the tv. I click through the channels trying to find something decent to watch.

I hear the door crack open and i fight myself not to look over at him.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hmm." I keep my eyes glued to the tv. I feel something land in my lap and I look down. He tossed me another bottle of liquor, "Have a shot with me. Celebrate our movie being an absolute success."

I pick up the tiny bottle and slowly look up at him. He's standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist and his skin glistening in the hotel light from the water that didn't dry.

I bite the inside of my lip and sit up, cracking open the little bottle. He walks over and leans down, pieces of his hair falling down onto his forehead.

"I'm done after this one." I tap the bottle to his and take it. He takes his and smirks, "Why? Afraid of the effects?" I roll my eyes, "No. I just can't roll out of bed and look good after drinking all night like you can." I look up at him, "I mean-"

"You think I look good?" He shrugs, "I think I do, too."

"You're such an arrogant son of a bitch." I scoff and throw the empty bottle at him. He catches it and tilts his head, "Hmm."

"What." I snap, "What now?"

"Nothing. Nothing." I get up and go to walk by him but he grabs my arm and spins me around to him. His hands slowly slide down to my hips. My eyes slowly gaze up his bare chest and meet his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask quietly. He smirks slightly and brushes hair out of my face, "Just offering to help you finish what you started in the bath."

I'm taken aback, "Wh-what?" I step back, considering his offer which I quickly brush off, "No. no." He steps towards me, "You sure, y/n?"

I lay a hand on my forehead and let out a sigh, "Harry." He lightly brushes my cheek with his finger, "y/n."

I give in. Pressing my body to his as his lips attack mine. His hands move quickly to undo my robe and push it off my shoulders. It drops to the floor and my hands go to his towel, untucking it and letting it fall.

His hands slide down over my boobs and he slips one between my legs. His fingers immediately find my clit and he takes it between.

A gasp slips from my lips and I drag my hand down his chest. I look up at him and he nods, "Please." I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly start to pump.

He moans and leans forward to lay his head on my shoulder, "You're so wet." I spread my legs a little to give him more room. He slides a finger in slowly, curling it as he sucks on my neck.

I squeeze him slightly and raise up on my tip toes, "Fuck." I groan lowly, "Harry." I place a hand on his side and push him back a bit.

He takes the indication and backs up, laying down on the bed. I straddle him and lean down to kiss him, "This doesn't mean anything." I say with a smirk, "I still hate you with my whole being."

I whimper as he slides a finger back inside of me. He leans up slightly and looks at me, "Then bend over and put your face in the sheets so you don't have to look at me."

He rolls me off of him and pulls my hips up. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks as me groans to himself, "Hate sex is the best sex. I plan on fucking you so hard, y/n."

I moan at his words and grip the sheets, "Please."

"Are you begging for me? Is that what I hear?" He leans in and licks a stripe up my pussy, "For someone who hates me so much, you sure are craving my cock. Aren't you, y/n?"

His fingers trail down my spine painfully slow, "Don't get quiet now." He leans in and starts to eat me out from behind. I gasp and moan while pushing my hips back to gain more contact his tongue.

He groans against me, his fingers digging into my hips.

He pulls back, "Roll over. I'm going to put that mouth to a better use."

I bite my lip and watch him has he moves up to me, "Can't handle me being a big girl by using my words?" He chuckles, "Sometimes I'm just sick of hearing you speak."

He pushes the tip of his cock against my lips and I part my lips and take him in, swirling my tongue and sucking as I bob my head, "Fuck." He groans, "This.. this is how I want to shut you up.."

I look up at him as I hallow out my cheeks. He looks down at me, "You're so pretty when you're not running your mouth." He places a hand on my head and pushes it down, "when you're choking on my cock instead."

He fucks my throat, moaning with each thrust, "Fuck." He pulls out, "Still hate me?" He smirks and I smirk back, rolling over and bringing my hips up, "Fuck you."

"Mm, looks like I'm about to do that to you." He gets behind me and roughly pushes his cock inside of me, causing me to scream out, "Fuck, Harry." He brings a hand down, harshly smacking my ass.

I whimper and wiggle my hips, "Please. Fucking move, do some-"

He pulls out and thrusts back in, repeating his action.

Hard and slow.

He slides a hand up my back and grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking my head back. I moan at the stinging pain from him pulling my hair and the pleasure of his cock ramming into me.

"You like that?" He groans leaning down. His teeth sink into my shoulder and I moan, "Fuck. Harry. Fuck." I let out a pleasured scream as his thrusts become faster.

"Shit, y/n." He groans leaning up, "Fuck."

"Oh god. P-please don't stop." I reach back and grab his wrist. He grabs my hand and pins it against my lower back, "You going to cum for me?"

I let out a loud moan into the bed and push my hips back to meet his. "Harry." I scream out as my body is taken over by my orgasm, "Fu-" I whine as he fucks me through my high.

His thrusts become sloppy and I feel him slip out and his cum landing on my back.

He slowly lays me down and goes to grabs his towel off the floor. He wipes my back off and toss it to the floor. He flops down next to me and I slowly turn my head to look at him, "This doesn't change anything. You're still an asshole."

He chuckles, "And you're still a slut for my cock."

"Get out." I laugh weakly. He chuckles and pulls the blankets up over us, "You might want to wear a dress that covers your shoulders tomorrow."

I groan, "Of course you'd leave marks. Idiot."

"I didn't hear you complain once."

I lay there and process what just happened and I know in my heart that it's bound to happen again because Harry was right, hate sex is the best sex.

——

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[holdinonto-heartache]

Got a Light?

Summary: You and Louis meet at the bar, well over a lighter outside, but the party continues inside before it ends back at his house.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, cigarette smoking, oral (both), hair pulling, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, just absolutely filthy

Not a request / not edited

Your lights clicks and gives spark, but no flame, "Fucking hell." You sigh and drop your lighter into your purse.

You look around, on the hunt for a lighter, and your eyes land on him.

You keep your cigarette between your pointer and middle finger and walk up to him. He does a double take before turning to you fully, "Hello."

You smile and tilt your head, "Hi." You hold up your hand, "You don't happen to have a lighter do you? Mine died and I really need this."

You hold up your hand that's holding the cigarette and he chuckles with a nod and reaches into the chest pocket of his jean jacket, "Here ya go." He reaches his arm out and flicks the lighter on.

He watches as you put the cigarette between your lipstick-faded lips and lean in to take a drag.

You lean back and take the cigarette from your lips, smiling at him as you exhale the smoke, "Thank you so much."

He nods, "Anytime." He holds out the lighter and you give him a confused look as you take another drag.

"Keep it. I've got plenty." He winks and you smile as you take it, "Thank you. Again"

He stares at you for a few seconds, "I'm Louis."

"Y/N." You bring the cigarette to your lips and Louis steps closer, "So, y/n. Are you coming or going?"

You shrug, "I was coming, but then my friends ditched me so now I'm kinda stuck on what to do.

He rolls his eyes, "Fuckin idiots. I'm sorry, love. Do you need a lift home?"

You look at him and smile, "Are you coming or going?"

He smirks and tilts his head as he shrugs, "I'm doing whatever you're doing." He flicks his cigarette into the street and exhales the smoke before turning towards you, "That is, if you're okay with that."

"You gave me a lighter, of course I'm okay with that."

He smirks, "Alright then."

You take the last drag before flicking it into the street with his, "Ready?"

"Ready."

You make your way back into the club with Louis by your side. You make your way back to the bar, "What are ya havin, love?" Louis leans in and yells over the music.

"I'll have whatever you're having." You say back, "Surprise me."

"Two vodka Red Bulls, please." Louis orders his drinks and looks over at you, "That okay?" You nod with a smile, "That's actually my drink of choice, too."

His mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen, "Shut the fuck up. No way."

You nod again and laugh, "Yes way."

He taps his fist against the bar, "Look at that. We're meant to be."

——

Five vodka Red Bulls later and it sure seems that way.

You and Louis are perfect together.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says into your ear, "Your dress is fucking.. fuck." He pulls your hips closer to him, "Where the fuck have you been all my life?"

You turn around to face him and he puts his leg between yours. You grind to the beat of the song as you stare up at him, "Asking myself that too."

He smiles and shakes his head, "Come here." He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into kiss him. Your hands grip his shirt, whimpering against his lips.

You needed him.

"Please."

He leans back and chuckles, "Mm. Eager little one, ain't cha.." he leans in, "I like you."

You bite your lip, "I think.." you press your fingers to his lips, "we need a cigarette."

He laughs and keeps his eyes on you as you grab his hand and pull him out. He grabs his jacket off of the back of the chair and out the door you guys go.

"Mm. Nope." Louis grabs your hand and pulls you to him, "Here." He puts the unlit cigarette between his lips and lays his jacket over your shoulders.

You smile and lose your balance as you look at him, tripping backwards. Louis catches you, "Whoa. Fuck. Hey now." He wraps his arm around your waste and looks down at you, "Ya alright there, darlin'?"

You giggle and bring the cigarette up to your lips, "Mhm." He smiles after taking his own from his lips, "Now hold still."

He raises his eyebrows as he flicks the lighter on. Your eyes focus on the flame as he gives you a light.

You take a drag and remove it from your lips, exhaling the smoke with a sigh, "You have really pretty eyes, Louis." You tilt your head and look into them, "You know that?"

He smiles and you can tell he's getting shy, "Thank you, y/n." He takes another drag and smirks when he realizes you're still staring at him.

"Fuck." He smiles with a cute laugh.

"You're so pretty." You run your fingers up his neck and he tilts his head, chuckling, "You're very pretty to look at too.. but you know what?"

You take the last drag of your cigarette before flicking it and tilt your head, "Hmm?" You blow out the smoke and Louis leans in, "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

You grip his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, "Don't say things you don't mean."

His head snaps towards you and he grips your waist, "Who fuckin' said I didn't mean it? Because I do." He backs you up against the wall, "You are the most.." he tilts his head, "You know.."

You slip your hand under his shirt and rest your head against the brick, "Tell me."

His eyes move from your lips back up to your eyes a few times fast before he leans in and presses his lips to yours, mumbling against your lips, "I used to never believe in that love at first sight bullshit.."

He leans back and brushes hair from your face, " But now I think I do."

You smile big and pull him in, "Let's go."

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You and Louis stumble through the door of his close by apartment, hands roaming each other's newly found territory.

"You're such a fuckin' beauty." He grabs your face with his hands, examining just how much a beauty you actually are.

"I want..." you lick your lips and rest your cheek into his hand, "You to use me in anyway you want."

He's slightly taken aback for a moment, but doesn't deny, "If I hurt you, tell me, yeah?"

You nod, "Got it."

He lifts you up, pulling your dress up over your ass as he walks you to the couch, "Got me achin', babe." He sits down and you instantly lean in and kiss him, knocking his hat off his head as you run your hands up his hair.

He tilts his head to the side as you kiss down his neck. A throaty moan quietly escapes his lips as you leave a mark, "Shit."

His hand slides up your back, tangling around your hair. He gives your head a gently yank and tilts your head to look at him.

"Can I suck your cock?" You ask innocently, and that drives Louis wild. He smirks and nods, "You read my mind, babe."

You shuffle off of him, getting onto your knees in front of him. You slide your hands up the top of his thighs to the top of his pants. His eyes stay on your face as you shrug them down.

"So big." You whisper as you pull his cock from his boxers. You hum slightly as your eyes move up to his and you lean forward to lick up the underside of his cock.

His gasps slightly and tilts his head back as his hand goes to your head, "Fuck."

He look down at you, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, "Even more gorgeous than I imagined."

You smile and spit before slowly taking half of him in. You hallow out your cheeks and Louis groans, "Fu-" he gasps as you take him in fully, surprising both of you.

You gag around him slightly as he holds your head down. He rubs his thumb against your head a few times before pulling your head up by your hair.

"I want to see your makeup running down your face."

You nod and take a deep breath as you prepare to have him in your throat again, "You're so fuckin good at this."

He enters your throat again, moaning as he slowly thrusts upward while holding your head, "doing so good.." he sighs, "So fucking good."

Squelching fills your ears as he thrusts his hips upward. You feel the tears well up in your eyes, burning once it mixes with your mascara.

"Shit." He pulls you off and cups your cheeks, "So vulnerable, I love it."

You smile, still breathing heavy and he nods, "Come on." He helps you to your feet and throws you over his shoulder.

You press your hands to his back, pushing yourself up so you're not hanging down. He slides you down the front of him and gently tosses you down onto his bed.

"Take your dress off, babe. Need to see all of you." Louis smirks and steps back, to take his shirt off.

You move to get your dress off, quickly but elegantly and Louis is on you before your dress hits the floor.

His face is pressed in the valley between your boobs, leaving little kisses as he moves down. You start breathing faster as he kisses down your stomach.

Louis grips the think straps on your panties and pulls them down your legs. You lift them so he can pull them off your feet.

Louis kisses from your ankles and up the inside of your legs, and just as he's about to reach where you need him most, his eyes move up to yours, "You've got a beautiful pussy."

Your heart skips a beat and you say without any hesitation, "Probably tastes better, too."

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, "Mm." He spreads your folds apart with his pointer and middle fingers, using his other hand to hold up your leg.

He examines just how wet you are before dipping his head in and slipping his tongue inside.

You lay your hand on the back of his head and gasp as the same time, "Louis." You breathe out as you squeeze your eyes shut, "Fuck."

His hands slip under your thighs, hooking his arms them. He allows you to push his head into you as you move your hips up and down, moaning.

"Fffuck." You drag out, "Yes, yes." You tilt your head back and dig your heels into his back.

You've never came this fast with anyone before.

Your back arches off the bed and you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling as you clench around his tongue.

He drops a hand down and presses his fingers to your clit, giving a slight back and forth motion which is exactly what you needed because he has you like putty in the palm of his hand.

You whine out, "fuck, yes yes." You look down at him, face scrunched up as you cum on his tongue, "Louis."

You whimper as you ease your grip on his hair and he brings his head up, "You cum already?" He sounds surprised, "Such a good fuckin girl."

He crawls up, bringing his lips to yours. You lay your hands on the side of his head and moan as soon as his tongue delivers the taste of yourself.

"You like tasting yourself, baby? Hmm?" He nudges his nose against your cheek, "You're such a dirty fucking girl."

You smile up at him, laying a finger on his lips, "I've never came that fast with anyone, Louis."

He raises his eyebrows quick and smirks, "Guess we really are meant to be." He winks and reaches down to push your leg up while his other holds up his weight.

He grabs his cock, rubbing it against your soaked cunt before eagerly slipping in. His hand slaps onto your thigh, digging his finger tips in as he groans, "Fuck, baby girl."

Your eyes roll back and you moan at the feeling of him stretching you, and his choice of words.

You loved him, even if it was just the alcohol talking.

"So good." You pant out with a whimper, "fuck me please."

He leans down, resting his forehead on yours as he pulls out slowly and re-enters you, "I wanna just feel you first." He lets his cock rest inside of you, "You feel so good."

His voice is low, raspy and very, very sexy.

"You make me feel so good." You drag you nails down his chest, "wanna ride you." You move your hips and look up at him.

He looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, he just leans down and kisses you before moving to sit against the wall on the bed.

He holds his hands out and you smile and move to straddle him. Nothing else is said until his cock his back inside of you.

You both gasp in unison, pulling each other as close as you can, "I don't know.." he starts out saying in between kissing you, "If it's the alcohol.. or.. what.. but.."

"I love you." You cut him off and he freezes.

Oh fuck. Was that the wrong thing to say?

He starts to chuckle while nodding slightly, "Yeah, yeah.. that."

You lay your hands on his shoulders and drag them down his biceps, gently tracing over his scar as you do, "I think.. we go with the flow.." you lean in close to him, "And see if we still feel like this when we wake up."

He wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, "Fair enough." He smirks and tilts his head,  "Now where were we?"

You lean in, finding a rhythm with his lips as you start to bounce on his cock. Another orgasm slowly creeping up on you, "Close." You mumble out, "So close."

Louis kisses down the front of your neck and moans as he rests his head on you, "Taking my cock so well, babe. Keep going."

You whimper in response, focusing on keeping your rhythm steady.

"L-Louis." You moan and tilt your head down, his lips finding yours instantly.

His fingertips dig into your skin as you clench around him, "Where.. where do you want me to cum?" He moans into your neck and slides a hand down to your ass, squeezing it hard.

"In me."

"In you? Fuck. Alright." He leans forward with a smile and lays you back on the bed. He starts to thrust, hard and fast while he holds onto your left leg.

You arch your back and squeeze his cock, moaning as you finally come undone.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, emptying himself completely.

"Oh fuck." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he looks down at you, "You're incredible."

You bite your lip and gasp quietly as he pulls his now semi-soft cock out of your leaking cunt. You smile up at him, "No.. you're incredible."

He tosses you a clean towel and laughs, "I really do like you, y/n."

You clean up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I like you, Louis. A lot."

He smiles and leans into kiss you, and it's this moment you remembered that you have mascara smudged all over, "Oh no." You lean back and try and wipe it off but he stops you.

"You look beautiful like this, a mess.. for me.."

You bite your lips and interlock your fingers with his, "you may as well just come in here with me."

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Just a quick oneshot  Hope you enjoyed!

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