#1d smut

[skullsuited]

primal.

an lhh!era smut blurb featuring a breeding kink, hair pulling, mentions of a sex toy (pussy plug) and insinuation of a creampie.

Harry’s propped himself up on his forearms, strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead and neck because he and his girl have been going at it hard.

The only real noise coming from their bedroom is the way the bed is creaking underneath the weight of Harry’s pointed, timed thrusts, skin occasionally slapping against each other, his heavy breathing and soft grunts leaving his kiss swollen, shiny raspberry lips and she’s whining, back arched slightly, moaning his name like some sort of holy prayer.

Harry licks his lips, then pauses his thrusts for a moment, settling most of his weight on top of his lover as he guides his right arm away from the side of her head, coating two of his fingers with his saliva and slowly inching his hand down in between their bodies, the pads of them rubbing gently over her sensitive pink pearl. She gasps, hands tangling in his hair and pulling, making him growl — Harry adores having his hair pulled. “Yeh want to cum f’ me, baby?” He asks her, nose nudging against her own, lips parted and ghosting over hers. Harry has continued his thrusts now; languid, but rough. He’s really taking the words ‘fucking someone into the mattress’ to a whole new level.

The woman, this divine little creature underneath him can’t even speak, a bubble caught in her throat as he fucks her. “Words, angel. Need t’ hear you, yeah?” He hums, fingers continuing to work on her clit in pressured, slow little circles. “Oh, please, Harry,” She finally manages, swallowing thickly. “Please make me cum.” She begs him quietly and this surge of pride, of satisfaction washes over him. Harry craves her release; knows he needs it in order to feel like he’s done a good job in bed. “Yeah, pet. I’ll make yeh cum. Fuck, m’ goin’ to make you cum so hard, I promise you.” He swears, practically vows to her and all she can do is nod, “Put a baby in me.”

That stirs something up in him, awakens this primal urge to fill her up the only physical way he can. A wrecked noise leaves his throat, jaw slack, lips brushing over hers and catching against her teeth. “Goin’ to put a baby in yeh. Goin’ to.. hell, goin’ to plug your cunt an’ make sure it sticks.” He growls, teeth clashing against hers in this heated, sloppy kiss and he thinks their souls are bound in this very moment, that his seed is the source of this woman’s happiness. The two fingers he’s got on her clit are rubbing a bit faster now, he’s barely lifting his hips to really thrust, only grinding against her to edge his cock further into her cunt.

She whines against his lips, panting as her impending orgasm draws closer, the pressure in between her legs growing heavier. "Fuck, Har-Harry.." The sweet, unholy angel gasps between bated breaths, manicured claws scratching at Harry's scalp. "I'm going- I'm going to cum."

He growls, a low thrumming in the back of his throat. Emerald eyes are dilated, onyx pupils creating a black hole of lust and affection for the beauty taking his cock beneath him. "Cum f' me, baby. Cum all over my cock." Harry urges her, his two fingers on her bundle of nerves flickering and playing as she gasps sharply, features twisting up in pleasure as her orgasm washes over her body, flooding her system. Her nails claw at his head, the pinpricks of pain sending a shiver down his spine and before he can realize, his own release crashes over him like a wave, drowning, lapping over him as though he was stuck in the ocean during a storm.

"Fuck!" He swears, hips stuttering against her own. Harry's hands slide up his lover's body, grasping at her hips and the sheets around her. His head tilts back, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes screwed shut as he empties himself inside of her, groaning. His body is still, sweaty, flush against his darling's as they come down from their highs as two panting messes.

"You," She begins, swallowing and catching her breath, "You should grab that plug you were talking about..."

Harry chuckles breathlessly, nodding, "Yeah. I will, jus- just let me stay here for a moment."

Wordlessly, they lay together. Unmoving, intertwined together in intimacy and adoration, minds shifting past the primal urges felt only moments before and settling into a state of bliss.

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[saintlaurentisms]

hi my love! been obsessed with the fictional club scene recently; was wondering if you could write me a quick smutty club bathroom/dancefloor blurb!!! have fun with it, i love ya <3 :3

fulfilling the fantasy.

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, holy shit. this is dedicated to all of the harry & ashton fans in the world (and on the internet!), i see you and i believe you have taste.

gif credit.

summary: in which, you and your boyfriend go out to celebrate a successful first tour gig and the adrenaline seriously heightens emotions. ~ featuring ashton irwin of 5 seconds of summer.

content warning: smut (semi-public p-in-v sex in front of a mirror, voyeurism, threesome (???), dirty talk (degradation + praise), oral sex (male receiving), some hair pulling, daddy kink.) this work is intended for those 18+ and should be read by mature audiences only.

word count: 2.7k+ words.

The post-concert adrenaline hadn’t wavered in Harry’s veins, that much was evident. When you looked at him, all you could see was the radiance of energy and purity of happiness; evergreen in his eyes, the rose color in his lips, the blackness of ink that shone underneath the arctic hues of blue and white in the nightclub you and Harry had ventured to in the darkness of the evening. It was risky going out, especially at a time where One Direction fans were probably having their own adventure, still riding the high of seeing their favorite band perform live, but you nor Harry seemed to care.

Tonight was all about him, all about celebrating a successful first show and the beginning of the On the Road Again tour. The rest of the boys had preoccupied themselves with their own forms of fun, leaving you and Harry by yourselves. Upon entering the venue, you beelined towards the bar, your hand in Harry’s with your heads bowed to try and keep your identities a bit of a secret. You’re in the middle of ordering a round of vodka shots for you both before you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn your head to get a glance at who could have tapped you, though you’re already suspecting it was a fan. 

You were wrong.

“Holy shit, Ashton?” You exclaim, eyebrows furrowing at the man in front of you. Harry’s eyes widen a bit at your words, turning his body fully to face the drummer, abandoning the bartender and the prospect of alcohol. It had been a while since you’d interacted with Ashton in person, only really communicating via text or video chat since you last saw him a year ago. Of course, it had been far longer for Harry; One Direction had 5 Seconds of Summer on tour with them in 2013 and 2014 and they all grew quite close during that time, but their communication had fizzled out due to how busy both bands became. 

“I knew it was you!” Ashton grins, hazel eyes glimmering with excitement as the pair of you take each other in. The buzz of chemistry between you and the Australian was palpable – palpable enough for anyone to notice it, including Harry. 

Harry’s lips twitch up into a small smile at the interaction taking place in front of him, yet an ugly, gnawing feeling in his gut is slowly beginning to grow; he knew you were attracted to Ashton when you’d met back in 2013 and that Ashton reciprocated those feelings once you both had gotten to know one another. However, you and Harry had just begun dating and knew that nothing would come of your little crush on the drummer. Still, a deep-seated insecurity nestled its way into his bones and, apparently, hadn’t quite left. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but the unsettling amount of jealousy your boyfriend was beginning to feel made his evergreen eyes go emerald; hard, darkened. “We’re celebrating tour,” Harry cuts in, instinctively wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “the first show was earlier on.” 

“Yeah, I heard through the grapevine,” Ashton replies playfully, “Niall. Niall’s the grapevine. He asked if the boys and I could catch the show, but we were busy. Will you be in Australia for a bit?”

“Yes! Yeah, we’ll be in Australia. 1D has shows in Brisbane and Melbourne.” The words tumble out of your mouth and it sounds as though you’re a walking advert for your boyfriend’s band. Clearly, Ashton finds it cute because he’s chuckling at your unfiltered enthusiasm the minute you stop rambling. 

“Well, it was great to see you guys. I didn’t mean to intrude.” He smiles, though his words are a slight dig at your boyfriend; Ashton could tell Harry’s guard was up and the jealousy that he exuded was crystal clear. At least, it was to him.

You, on the other hand, were too wrapped up in excitement to truly take note. 

The drummer leaves you and Harry at the bar, going back into the atmosphere of the club. You spot him joining a group of friends at a table. Part of you wishes he’d stay and chat more, but the evening wasn’t about socializing, it was about basking in the glory of your popstar beau. 

Everything seems to return back to normal; you turn your attention back to the bar and order that round of vodka shots for yourself and Harry. The two of you are two shots deep before his gaze falls on you, “D’you want to fuck him?” 

You choke on the alcohol, sputtering slightly with wide eyes at the incredibly unexpected question. “W-What? What the fuck are you- are you talking about?” You speak between breaths, trying to regain composure. Harry wasn’t usually so direct, this only happened whenever sex was involved, so why he was so upfront confused you a bit. 

“Do you want to have sex with Ashton?”

“Harry,” You look at him incredulously, “don’t be ridiculous. No, I don’t want to sleep with Ashton.”

“Don’t lie, Y/N. You’ve always fancied him, we both know that.”

“So what? I’m with you, I love you. Want you, not him. It’s just a little celebrity crush, H. You know I’d-”

“Darling,” Harry interrupts with a chuckle, amused by your immediate instinct to reassure him that you’d never entertain infidelity. He knew how committed you were to him. “S’ not what I mean. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. M’ askin’ if you’d ever thought about fucking him.” 

You weren’t sure whether to be truthful or to set aside your feelings. On one hand, he was only asking you if you’d thought about it or had ever fantasized about it, yet on the other hand, a part of you was sure that if you answered with the truth, he’d get angry with you. However, Harry had never been the type to get angry over honesty. In fact, he preached being truthful. 

“I’ve… thought about it, yeah. It isn’t really a fantasy about him fucking me, though. It’s more- well, it’s more about you and him.”

Your boyfriend blinks, “A threesome?”

“Kind of? I- I guess you could describe it that way. You, uhm.. You take turns.”

At this, the popstar is silent. His eyebrows knit together as he thinks for a brief moment. 

“We share you.”

You cringe at Harry’s words. The lewdness of his sentence lingers and makes you feel queasy, “When you put it like that, I sound like a slut. I hate how that sounds.”

“Baby, there’s nothin’ wrong with wanting to explore having more than one sexual partner. ‘Spose it is a threesome you’re wanting. I…” He trails off, pearly teeth nibbling at his lower lip as he starts to think deeply once more, diving head first into the depths of his head. 

“Yeah?” You coax, eyebrows raising slightly.

“I’ll be honest, m’ a bit jealous about it- the idea of another man takin’ you. But, if it’s just a one time thing, I think I could be okay with it.” Harry replies sincerely, green eyes meeting your own briefly. “One night only, the two of us makin’ you ours for an evening.”

Those words go straight to your core and your brain begins to conjure up filthy images of Ashton and Harry taking turns pleasing you. Your thighs squeeze together in order to quell the heat beginning to bloom in between them. “Please?” You ask quietly, gazing up at your boyfriend with faux innocence; a little look like this tends to send Harry into dominant overdrive. 

He smirks, “Text him and tell him to meet us in the bathroom, love.”

Within eight minutes, Ashton is tapping on the club’s bathroom door before swiftly entering and locking it behind him. His hazel eyes glance over at Harry, then at you. “Are you sure about this?”

You’d texted the drummer about the situation when your boyfriend had told you to, not leaving any important details out of it. It was made clear: you, Harry and Ashton, fucking in the club’s bathroom. The only opportunity you’d ever get to have both of the men you deemed incredibly fit and had the most chemistry with. 

You nod confidently, “I’m sure, I promise.” 

Like a switch had flipped, Ashton’s gaze meets Harry’s again, but there’s a haze in it; his once bright hazel eyes are clouded with desire. Some silent conversation is had between their eyes, maybe it’s both men agreeing to the terms – whatever it is, they both exude an aura of dominance that has your heartbeat increasing. You’ve never wanted to be on your knees this badly before.

The feeling of Harry’s lips brushing against your ear brings you out of your reverie and a short gasp leaves your lips as they trail downward and press a deep kiss to your neck. Ashton walks forward, one of his hands cupping your cheek as he brings his lips to yours, sealing your fate. 

The affair becomes a blur of quick movements and kisses shared as time progresses. The soft clink of belts being unbuckled and heavy breathing fills the room when you’re finally brought down to your knees, eyes feigning innocence as you look up at Ashton. His hand is wrapped around his cock, the tip of it right at your lips. 

“Go on, baby. Show Ashton how much of a good little slut y’ are.” Harry encourages you, leaning against the sink with his hand tugging slowly at his length. Without much else, your lips wrap around the drummer’s dick, your head bobbing up and down in order to take more of it in.

“Fuck,” Ashton swears through gritted teeth, his free hand weaving itself into your hair, gently guiding your movements, “so good, doll. Keep goin’ just like that for me.” 

You do, you allow him to guide your movements with each tug on your hair, furthering his cock into your mouth. It’s sloppy; tears are welling in your eyes whenever he hits the back of your throat, your saliva is coating his dick and your chin. “She’s such a slut for it, Styles. Damn, you got lucky.” Ashton groans low in his throat, which makes Harry smirk.

“Bet you’re absolutely dripping, aren’t you baby? Adore being used, don’t you?” Your boyfriend taunts you, evergreen eyes watching you suck off his friend. All you can do is look at him as validation for his statement. 

Ashton’s fingers wrapping in the strands of your hair becomes slightly fiercer, pulling and pushing your lips up and down his length as he chases euphoria. “Fuck, I’m close.” He warns, hazel eyes shutting as he tries his damndest to hold on for just a bit longer.

Your eyes flit towards Harry, who’s still watching you give Ashton a blowjob, his hand tugging at his cock lazily. A devilish grin has throned itself upon his lips, “Cum for her, Ash.”

The drummer’s fingers twitch momentarily, then still. A guttural groan leaves his lips as his head tilts back and his cock throbs in between your lips, emptying himself into your mouth. Eagerly, you swallow what he gives you – and it’s a lot; thick streams of cum paint your tongue white.

Ashton pulls away from you once his cock starts to soften, tucking himself back into his trousers and gently helping you up from off your knees. “That was- shit, that was really fuckin’ good.”

“I- uh.. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You reply a bit bashfully. “Now, do you mind if Harry and I…” You trail off, hoping he’d take the hint that you wanted to be alone with your significant other.

Thankfully, he does. Ashton turns to look at himself in the mirror above the sink, straightening himself out before saying goodbye to you and Harry, then asking your boyfriend to text him. He unlocks the door and disappears into the club. 

You make quick work of locking it once more, then face your boyfriend. Harry gestures you over to him and the minute you’re standing in front of him, both of his hands grip your waist. He wastes no time in undressing your lower half and bending you over the sink, one of his hands reaching to pull at your hair so your eyes are focused on your reflections in the mirror. He’s being rough, but you hadn’t expected much else; whenever he got really aroused, his dominant side would peak significantly. 

“Did you like having Ashton’s dick down your throat, darling? I know you did, I can feel just how wet you are.” He teases you, the head of his length pressing up against your entrance. “I think you enjoyed it a bit too much, Y/N. D’you need to be reminded of who you belong to, baby?”

You swallow thickly, eyes meeting his through the mirror, “Yes.”

“Sorry? Didn’t quite hear you, love.”

A shaky sigh leaves your lips, “Yes, Daddy.”

The feeling of Harry’s cock stretching you out overwhelms your senses, your nails claw at the sink as he bottoms out. “Have to be quick,” He grunts as his hips start to move, thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy at an unrelenting pace, “but I’ll make damn sure you know who you belong to once m’ finished.” 

You can’t speak, your lips are parted as heavy breaths and choked moans roll off of your tongue as your boyfriend takes you. Harry’s right hand finds your clit, the pads of his fingers start toying with the sensitive pearl. “Look at you, takin’ my cock like the perfect slut that y’ are. Should fulfill more of your fantasies if this is how bloody good you’ll be.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes- yes, please!” You mewl, the prospect of exploring more of your desires with the man that you love makes you more aroused, your pussy clenches around his cock at the thought. “I- I love being your p-perfect little slut.”

“I know, angel. So fuckin’ perfect f’ Daddy.” 

A whine leaves your lips, “God, Harry, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Not before you tell me who you belong to, baby.” 

Another whine leaves your lips; he’s playing a game with you and if you don’t obey the rules, you won’t get to orgasm. You need to orgasm. 

“Yours, Harry. I- I’m all yours.”

He gives a particularly rough thrust and his teeth scrape at your ear, “Who’s pussy is this?”

You gasp, “Yours.”

“That’s right, angel. Now you can cum f’ me.” 

Harry’s fingers on your clit continue to rub quick circles, his eyes fixated on your features twisting up in pure ecstasy as your orgasm hits you hard; jaw slack, eyes pinched shut, pussy throbbing around his cock. 

The feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice triggers his own orgasm. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle the loud groan that reverberates in his chest, his stomach clenching as he empties himself inside of you. 

“Holy shit.” You chuckle breathlessly as your orgasms begin to dissipate. Harry’s hand falls away from your clit and he gingerly begins to pull out of you, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the feeling. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, helping you steady yourself as you straighten up. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. I do have a question for you,” You begin, just as you both start redressing, “were you being serious about fulfilling more of my fantasies? Or was that the testosterone talking?”

Harry grins, “Definitely not just the testosterone. We’ve never actually discussed what sexual fantasies you’ve had.”

“Do you have any?” You ask curiously, quietly wracking your brain for a possible answer he might give.

“Not very many, but I do have a few. Don’t think we should begin discussing them now, darling. We’ve been in here for a long time.” He replies, taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror, then wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Right,” You giggle, “we should go.” 

Harry reaches to unlock the bathroom door and leads you back out into the club, the both of you exiting with smug expressions on your faces and one shared thought…

If this was only one of your fantasies, what else could you both explore?

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[33-81]

Italy with Harry

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[fallingsolonely]

Heaven & Hell

Warning: This one-shot contains dark and sexual content.

[This is an edited version of a one-shot I wrote a few years ago, I hope you enjoy!]

Theme: Demon!Harry

Word count: 12.8k

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Earth. What a magnificent paradise. Created perfectly in my father's image.

I've been reading about it for years. I've been begging for almost a millennia to visit.

Aristol, my brother and also, in his words, my 'superior' has long refused. But I'm finally getting my chance.

I finally got my first assignment on Earth.

Aristol is furious about it, I know he's been going behind my back to Mariella and telling her that 'I'm just a child and can't handle a place like Earth, let alone go on this assignment'

He was adamant that it should be him.

1. I am not a child. I'm not much younger than Aristol as much as he likes to claim.

2. I have proven myself, I've done all my studies and I have trained for this my entire life.

As stunning as Earth is, I am well aware of the way it has been corrupted.

But where there is a storm, a rainbow is not far behind.

I've been on Earth for almost two weeks now. Europe. I've only seen maps, to be here is surreal.

To see how my father's creation has grown into what it is, it's amazing.

Humans are fascinating to me.

I'm not meant to interact much, but I can't help it.

Especially my assignment. A beautiful little boy by the name of Isaac.

A prophecy that came to the angels attention exactly 12 years ago, the day he was born.

I like to look at Mariella as a mother figure. She believes in me, pushes me to be strong.

Shes our link, almost like what humans would call a telephone.

She speaks directly with our father and 12 years ago, we received a message about a little boy with astounding power.

For the first 11 years of his life, he would be protected from the most awful parts of the world and the creatures who surround it. But, when he reaches 12, his presence would officially take hold and all creatures would become aware of him.

Which is incredibly dangerous.

That's where I come in. Angels have been preparing for this little boys 12th birthday for a long time and we have put as much protection on him as we can.

I've been assigned to watch over him.

I was strictly told not to interact with him. Just watch.

On my first day of observing him, he knew it.

He touched my hand and the first thing he asked me was if I wanted to get icecream with him.

It's almost like he knew. Treating me like he's known me his whole life.

I've never tried food of any kind before, but it's amazing.

Icecream, it's sweet and cold and comes in so many different flavors I feel dizzy when I have to choose.

For the last two weeks I've been meeting Isaac at the Icecream truck in the park near his house.

Power radiated off of this little boy and he seemed to have no clue about it. But I can see it in the way he talks, he's smart. He's intuitive and extremely wise for only being alive for a mere 12 years.

After trying icecream, I went and tried all the food I could. It's so amazing to me the things humans have created. I think my favourite is coffee.

It makes my body tingle in the strangest way.

So now, every day before I meet up with Isaac, I stop in this quiet little coffee shop.

I love watching them go about their day, humans.

I'm so grateful to the lady named Eileen who makes me a different kind of coffee every time I come in.

She's so sweet.

I don't understand Aristol's hatred towards them. The way he talks about them, like every single human is corrupt.

But it's not true. Not in the slightest.

Life, is beautiful.

"You're practically one of them" I jump slightly, looking up from the paper I am reading.

Aristol.

"I told Mariella you were to young and stupid for this assignment" He shakes his head, looking me up and down.

"You better start acting like an angel before someone snuffs you out"

Hes bitter about being pushed to the side.

"I think I blend in better like this" I smile at my brother and sip my coffee.

"I've been doing well, watching over Isaac. He's safe" He looks at me with disgust as I drink the coffee.

"We'll see"

With that, he's gone.

How Aristol doesn't see the beauty of our fathers world, is crazy to me. It's beyond incredible.

I walk along the path towards the park and to my surprise, I see Isaac.

I only see the back of his head, but he's sitting next to someone.

Hastily, I make my way over to them.

"(Y/N)!" Isaac smiles widely when I come up to them. Next to him is an unfamiliar man in a black suit.

"I made another friend" He's so happy about it. Smiling ear to ear with an icecream in his hand.

"Isaac, you should be more careful" I say it softly to him, but I can feel myself becoming more protective.

"Don't worry, pretty thing, I'm not going to hurt him"

I watch as Isaac goes to touch the man's hand, but before he can, the mystery man stands to his feet.

Already, the energy feels strange.

He stands tall, looking over me.

"Just keeping him company" The man smiles at me, scanning me with bright green eyes. In his hand, he has an icecream. As he looks over me, I watch as he licks the vanilla flavored cone.

"Enjoying this sweet little dessert" His smile turns into a smirk.

"He found me like you, (YN)" Isaac says, still smiling. Excited to be making friends.

"(Y/N), what a beautifully angelic name" He turns away from me and looks down at Isaac.

"I'll be seeing you soon, young man" He bends down to Isaac's height and smiles.

Then, he stands back up and looks at me while licking his cone. He stares me down for a moment before turning and walking away.

I can't help but feel weary as I watch him leave.

I turn to Isaac and then kneel in front of him.

I place my hand on his cheek and smile.

"I need you to be careful, Isaac" I say seriously.

"I don't want anything bad happening to you, you're special" He hugs me tightly.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, (Y/N). I'll be careful" I hug him tighter and then pull back.

"Whenever you meet someone who wants to be friends with you, I want you to touch their hand" I take his hand and hold it tightly. I know he can feel my energy through touch.

It's an ability he's unaware of even possessing.

"Okay" He agrees, holding one of my hands with both of his.

_______

I'm still worried.

The appearance of the strange man is still haunting me. Something about him isn't right. Luckily, Isaac's house is a safe haven. Enchanted by sigils meant for protection. Not even Angels can enter through it.

But to be sure, I don't stray far from his home.

The sun has set and the city is quiet.

Sleep, a source of energy humans need. I don't quite understand it, but Isaac loves to tell me about it. About the dreams he has.

Visions of someone protecting him.

Visions of shadows that he calls nightmares.

I don't like hearing about those ones, I'd do anything to make them go away.

Emotions are something all creatures feel, including angels. It's something we have to learn to control, I'm still in the learning bit.

Aristol tried to use it as an excuse for why I was unfit for this position.

At the moment, fear is swirling through me. I've never encountered the creatures that were rumored to roam the Earth.

But as I make my way around Isaac's neighbourhood, I can feel the piercing sting of someone's eyes. Like I'm being followed.

Isaac's house is on the other street, I should find a place closer to settle for the night.

Usually, I'll explore in the hours of darkness. But tonight, I'm scared.

I peak down an alley. A shortcut.

My instinct is to teleport but I don't want unwanted attention and I can already feel eyes on me.

I step into the alley. It's not super long, thankfully and in the darkness of it I feel a little safer teleporting.

I go to close my eyes, to bring myself to Isaac's street but before I get the chance, a hand clamps down over my mouth.

"Make a sound, I clip those pretty wings"

The voice whispers in my ear.

"You try anything, that precious boy is good as dead" He warned.

My first thought is to tear him away with whatever power I can, but then he mentions Isaac.

An innocent little boy.

I stop struggling against his hold on me and suddenly everything is black.

He pulled something over my head, blinding me from seeing who he is and where he takes me.

Instantly I know he's not a creature of Earth when we teleport. Not long after, I'm pushed into a chair and cuffs are tied around my wrists against the arms of the chair.

"If you're a good girl for me, perhaps I'll takes these off. Just a little precaution for my sake" He whispers, pulling away the fabric that he had put over my head.

I open my eyes and I'm met with green.

The same green eyes I had met with Isaac in the park.

Instinct takes over me and I try to get myself loose.

But my power is gone. I look down at the straps on my wrist. Each one scribed with a dark power binding sigil.

I'm trapped.

When he chuckles, I look up at him.

"No use trying with those on, love" He smiles at me.

"W-What are you doing?" I can't help it. I'm terrified.

"A little birdie told me an angel was coming to town" I look over him, he's dressed in all black, all the way down to his shoes.

"Expected more of a fight from you, angel. Never seen one give up on a fight so easily" He kneels down in front of me, our eyes level.

In a flash, I watch as each little vein in his eyes grow dark until they are black.

A demon.

Children of my fallen brother, Lucifer.

I've never met one. I never wanted to meet one. They were soulless and wicked.

"Is this your first time meeting a demon, sweetheart?" He stands up to his feet, smoothing out the suit jacket he's wearing.

The smile on his face is sickening.

"What do you want?" I want to be confident, stand my ground but my voice is quiet.

I'm so afraid.

I don't know what to do. I'm stuck.

"I'd love nothing more than to suck the sweet little soul out of your body" His smile is unwavering, his thumb running over his bottom lip as he stares at me.

"I can only imagine how it tastes-" He leans over me, biting his lip.

"So tempting, I can practically smell it" I try to push myself away from him, his hand coming up to my cheek.

His fingers are warm, burning my skin but I shiver at the feeling.

He leans down closer to me, closing his eyes and taking a breath.

"Sweet like icecream" When his eyes open again, I watch the black recede. They are green again.

"Look at you, so afraid of me. It's intoxicating" His fingers trace my jaw and then he steps away.

"So fragile" He chuckles some more.

"I'm sorry, darling. It's just amusing to me that out of all the assholes they could have sent, they sent down....you" He laughs even more.

"Sounds like a set up to me, darling. Do you really think you can protect something that everyone is looking for?" He's smiling, mocking me.

It makes me angry. I'm not weak.

I struggle against the restraints, but nothing. Not even a sliver of power.

"We know he's hidden in the area you were lurking" He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a blade. He looks it over and then back at me.

"We want the same thing, angel" His smirk makes my stomach turn.

"To see that little boy take on the world. Or more favorably, take out the world" He takes a step towards me again, twirling the blade in his hand.

"You just have to tell me his exact location" I close my eyes tightly when he begins to point the blade towards me.

"I'd hate to ruin this beautiful face" I take a deep breath when I feel the tip of the blade on my cheek.

Delicately, he moves it over my skin.

He pulls it back and I open my eyes. It's still pointed at me.

I look up at him.

"Please..." I can't do this. I can't tell him where Isaac is. I'd die to protect him.

"Please" He mocks me, rolling his eyes.

"So many things I want to do with this" He smirks and looks at the blade.

"Perhaps in another meeting, angel girl" He brings the knife down and cuts the straps binding my wrists.

"I know you aren't going to try anything, so obedient" He hums and brings his free hand up to my face. Before he can touch me, I think about breaking his hand and it does.

My power is back.

His face twists in pain for just a second before he snaps it back into place.

He glares at me, his eyes black again. He grabs me roughly, pulling me out of the chair and then grabbing my throat.

In an instant, I'm shoved against the wall.

"Try that again, I dare you" He squeezes so hard I struggle to breathe.

I want to kill him. But I can't. It will just put Isaac into more danger.

"Killing you would bring me so much joy, but no answers" He loosens his grip but his hand is still locked around my throat.

"So how about this, if you don't tell me where he is, I kill everyone on the entire block instead?" I glance around the dimly lit room. It's small. The only thing in it is the chair I was strapped to.

"Why do you want him?" You know the answer already. He's powerful.

Power is the only thing these creatures care about.

"To many questions, darling and not enough answers" I can see him getting frustrated.

"What's your name?" I reach out my hand to touch him and when I do, he drops his hand from my throat and backs away from me. He's visibly angry. The knife in his other hand is clenched in his fist.

"Tell me where he is or when I find him, I'll cut his heart out" He snapped, raising the blade at me again.

"Please, don't hurt him. I'll do anything. Just please, don't kill him" I'm desperate, I beg with the soulless man and look into his darkened eyes.

"Kill me instead, don't hurt him" His demeanor changes just slightly.

"Every angel I've met, I've never met one like you" His knife is still pointed at me, but his voice is calmer.

"So, emotional" He steps towards me again.

"My guess, you don't even know what the child is" He comes so close to me, I hold my breath.

He brings the blade up again, pushing my hair away from my face. He smiles a bit and then takes the knife away, putting it back into his jacket.

"But maybe we could think of something" He leans in even closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear.

"You'll do anything?" He pulls back to look at me, his eyes now back to green. He bites his lip.

I nod quickly, completely unaware of what's going on in his mind.

I will die to protect Isaac and if death is my fate, I will accept it.

"What is this little angel willing to give up?" He wonders, his hand coming up to my face. His finger running along my bottom lip.

I want to bite it right off, but I know it won't end well so I refrain.

"Anything, just promise me you won't hurt him"

I go to reach out to him but he grabs both my wrists and pins them against the wall.

"Sorry, angel. Demons don't make promises" He leans close to my face.

"You're just going to have to trust me, can you do that, baby?"

I know I can't. I can't trust something like him.

Hes vile and nothing good will come out of trusting him.

But what choice do I have here?

I look at him and then nod a little bit, his smirk becoming more wicked.

"What a good girl" He placed his hand on my cheek and stroked it gently.

It burns my skin like his fingers are laced with poison. But the rings on his fingers send shivers up my spine.

"Tell me, honey, just how innocent are you?" His voice is quiet and menacing.

I didn't know what he meant.

"Never got this pretty white dress dirty before?" I look at him, confused. It seemed to edge him on even more. Like he enjoyed it.

I shake my head at his question, why would I get myself all dirty?

Heaven is clean, pristine.

I miss it. Heaven is safe and pure.

"Angels, all work and no play" He leans in so close, his cheek is almost touching mine. His lips are by my ear.

"What do you do for fun, darling?" His breath is warm and I can almost feel the stubble from his face.

"I-I don't know"

Hes so close to me I feel like I'm suffocating. His scent is overwhelming.

"Would you like to know what I do?" He takes a breath, his lips touching my skin for just a split second before he steps back from me.

The blade he had put away, he takes out again.

I can't begin to imagine what a demon would do for fun.

I don't want to know.

"It depends on how I'm feeling that day, honestly"

This is it. He's going to kill me.

"Carving is fun" He brings the dull part of the blade to my cheek and out lines my jaw.

"I would have so much fun carving you-" He licks his lip.

"But that's not the fun I'm in the mood for tonight" He continues to trail the blade down my neck. I watch him.

"Call me crazy, angel. But I like you. So different from your waste of space siblings" He knicks my flesh with the blade, making me wince.

It only takes a moment before the wound heals it self.

"It just brings me so much pleasure seeing the fear in your eyes" He glances up at me.

Finally, he pulls the knife away. He puts it back into his jacket.

"Would you like to have some fun with me, baby? I'd say it's the better option"

I look away from him, still not knowing what he wants from me. What could he possibly want to do with me?

"W-What do you want to do?" I stutter on my words, avoiding his stare.

"Been with many things in my lifetime, never an angel" He smiles. But I'm still so confused.

I can't figure it out. I don't know if I want to.

"So clueless" He laughs and grabs my chin, making me look at him.

"So innocent, it makes me sick" He looks right into my eyes, holding onto my face tightly.

"Kind of hot" He glances down, looking at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

"Please, just tell me what you want" I plead with him. I'm done with his twisted games, I feel like I'm going crazy.

I have no idea what is happening.

"I want you, pretty angel. I want to taste these sweet looking lips" His thumb outlines my mouth.

"I bet they taste just as good as your soul would" He licks his lip again.

I go through the library of books in my mind, suddenly putting together what he desires.

"Copulation?" I look at him, not any less confused.

But fear rises in my stomach.

Copulation is apart of the human experience on Earth, meant for procreation. Angels can't procreate.

Even in my human form, procreating is impossible.

I've read about it, I've studied everything about the human species. I know pleasure is something humans crave and Copulation is supposed to be a joyful experience.

I know it is, it brings new life. It's amazing.

But angels are forbidden from participating in such an act. It wasn't meant for us, it's not something we crave.

I've never even thought about something like that.

For angels, it's immoral.

"So technical" He chuckles quietly.

"Have you ever felt pleasure, my darling angel?" He asks, his fingers replace the blade. They trace my skin and take the same route down along my jaw.

I can't even think about it.

There's whispers of angels who have strayed, they were never seen again.

I quickly shake my head.

"I can't. It's not meant for us" I whisper, looking at him.

"You're missing out, pretty thing" He looks at me for a moment and then backs away from me.

"Pleasure is not a sin. Why would your stupid father create something only to pick and choose who gets to enjoy themselves?" He runs his hand through his hair and smiles at me.

"W-Why do you want to do that with me?"

I look him over, he's tall. Intimidating.

"So perfect, I want ruin you" He bites his lip and stares me down.

I'd die to protect Isaac. I'd do anything.

"You won't hurt Isaac?" I ask, meeting his stare that I had tried avoiding.

He smirks.

Fear completely sinks in. If I were to be caught doing something like this, especially with a demon, I'd loose my wings.

"I just want to make you feel good, there's nothing sinful about that" His green eyes are sparkling as he looks at me.

"Why? Why haven't you just killed me?"

It's so unclear, it would be much easier for him to just get rid of me.

"Most angels I come across, usually do have that fate. Hate those arrogant fuckers" He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

"But you, my darling, are different. Sweet little thing, innocent" He came towards me, sliding his hands up my arms.

"They all act so pure, but you should know darling, that some of your siblings are just as bad as us" He blinked, his eyes appearing black again. He brings a hand to my throat.

I take a deep breath, looking at him.

"Hm, but not you, princess" He pulls me closer, his grip getting tighter.

"You truly don't want to hurt anyone. It must be awful-" He laughs.

"Hurting people is so much fun" He squeezes hard and then let's go of me.

"So, untouched. Just the thought of putting my cock in you drives me crazy"

His words make me flinch.

Being on Earth, I've heard some of the language they use. Some words, are extremely inappropriate.

"But, I am not the type to force pleasure onto someone. I don't need to, creatures of all kinds love to throw themselves at me. I'm like, God to them" I get angry, disgusted with way he threw around my father's name.

I try to hide it, knowing he's trying to get a reaction out of me.

"What do you say, my angel? Do you want to experience pleasure you've never dreamed of?" He asks, his smile wide.

"What's your name?" I ask, my voice soft.

I vowed to die for Isaac. I will protect him no matter the cost.

"Why does it matter?" He crosses his arms.

Hes right. I don't want to hurt anyone, or anything. Not even the darkest ones. I just want to help and protect.

Most demons, were once human. If I could find that part of him, maybe this will be easier.

"Please?" I whisper, reaching up to place my hand on his cheek. His jaw clenches and he shoves my hand away from him.

"It's only fair, you know mine" I say quietly, looking up at him.

His eyes are far from innocent.

"Harry" He looks at me, his hardened state softening slightly.

"Harry..." I repeat his name under my breath. Looking down at my feet.

I wonder if that it's the name he had before he became lost.

"Isaac will be safe?" I look back up at him, his eyes now green again. I prefer the green so much more. It makes him look human.

"Perhaps" He nods just a bit.

But, he won't confirm it. He won't promise me.

Trust is the only thing I can do.

How do I trust a demon?

"You won't hurt me?" I look at my hands, they are shaking a little.

I've never even thought of doing something like this.

"So many things I want to do to you pretty girl, hurting you is not one of them. At least, for the moment. I've got other plans for you" He grabs my face and makes me look at him.

"Can't lie to you, angel. Killing you and bringing your pure little soul to hell is a dream I will be having later" He strokes my cheek.

"Maybe another day" His smirk is sinful. My breathing picks up, thinking about it. Going to hell.

"If you'd rather leave, there's the door" He backs away from me again. Giving me space.

I glance at the door. I think about teleporting away but I think of Isaac.

My mind races when I feel a pit in my stomach. Not of fear, but curiosity.

What is it about pleasure that everyone seems to desire?

"Reading people is a talent of mine, darling. I can see those pretty eyes swimming. Is this little angel feeling a sense of curiosity?"

I want to say no to him. But I can't because he's right.

My stomach turns.

I shake my head, trying to push away the feeling.

"I'm doing this to protect Isaac" I whisper, more to myself than him.

I hate it, I hate the feeling inside of me. I don't want to be curious about anything.

Never once, in my millenia have I thought about unnatural desires.

"Isn't lying a sin?" He's mocking me, I can see it.

Nothing has happened and already I feel disgraced as an angel. Thoughts I shouldn't be having are creeping into my mind and I don't know what to do.

"I-I'm not lying" I try to stand my ground, but my brain is crumbling. In his eyes, I can see the joy. I see how much he loves watching me have a moral crisis.

"Can you feel it, angel? The heat starting to burn between those cute little thighs?" He wonders, his hand sliding into my hair and pulling my face close to his.

At the mention of it, I instinctively tighten my legs together. I don't know what it is, this feeling. I don't want to feel it but I can't help it.

With each inch that he moves closer, it burns even more.

"Come on, I have a place a little more comfortable" He brushes my lips with his own, and my stomach flutters.

"Although, bending you over that chair and fucking your brains out would be very fun"

My whole body burns at his incredibly dirty words.

He smiles and grabs my hand.

In a flash, we appear in a bigger room. Against the wall is a cleanly made bed.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around the room. The window is boarded up, preventing me from looking outside.

"Don't worry about it, darling" He says, a devilish smirk on his face.

He reaches next to my head, flicking the light on.

I try not think about the fact we could be in someone's house, what may have happened to them.

"You're so tiny" He chuckles and pushes me against the wall.

"So fucking pretty" His fingers run along my face, stopping at my lips for a brief moment before he continues down my neck.

I'm nervous, my knees feeling weak.

I'm about to throw away every rule an angel has.

But my stomach tingles when I think about his lips brushing mine.

Desire fills my consciousness and I'm scared.

I want him to do it again.

"Nervous?" He asked, pushing some of my hair behind my ear and then cupping my cheek.

He leans in, lightly pressing his lips to mine again.

The sensation of it makes me want to pull him closer.

I pull back from him, looking into his eyes.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

"I-I don't know what to do" I whisper, shyly glancing at his lips and then back at him. He smiles.

"How about-" He's so close to me, I'm getting dizzy.

"You kiss me, pretty girl?"

Our lips were almost touching. I've never been this close to someone in my entire life time.

Hesitantly, I copy him and place a hand on his cheek. Hoping he doesn't push me away again.

I look at his lips and then his eyes. I lean up towards him and close the small gap between our lips.

It lights my body up in a way I can't describe. I still haven't got a clue to what I'm doing but I try to follow his lead. I move my lips with his and I wonder if what I'm feeling is pleasure.

It doesn't feel bad. It doesn't hurt. It just makes me weak.

His hand moves slowly down my body until he reaches my thigh. He lifts it up against his hip, pulling me off the ground.

"Lift your other leg for me, baby" He mumbles and I listen to him, lifting up my other leg.

Roughly, he pushes his mouth against mine. One of his hands is holding my leg and the other slides to the back of my neck.

I find myself wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The taste of him sweeter than anything I've ever tried.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, his grip on me getting tighter with every moment.

I can't do anything about it, but an unfamiliar sound vibrates through me.

His tongue is even sweeter than his lips and I hate it. I hate how good it feels.

I can't understand why I'm feeling like this, how can something so dark make me feel so alive?

My body betrays my mind, it's craving. Desired to be touched, to soothe the ache between my legs.

My toes curl when he slides his hand under the fabric of my dress, pushing it up higher than it already is.

"I bet that cunt tastes like heaven" He pulled his lips back from me, and all I want to do is bring him back. He kisses down my neck, his prickly stubble tickling my skin.

I can't help but giggle at the feeling of it.

He pulls back to look at me.

"What are you giggling about?" He has an amused expression on his face.

My face heats up and I look away from him.

I still don't know what I'm doing.

"It tickles" I whisper and he smiles a little bit.

"Does it feel good?" He leaned back in towards my neck, kissing along my skin.

I don't want to admit it to him. I don't want him to think he's winning, but he is.

It feels amazing.

"Y-Yes" I breathe deeply, leaning my head back against the wall.

His lips continue to kiss on my skin, his other hand drawing circles on my thigh.

"Such soft skin, angel. So clean and perfect" He breathes slowly, it travels down my spine and makes me shiver.

I gasp, his teeth sinking hard into my skin. It stings but something about it makes me ache even more.

"Oh...." I grab his shoulders. My body weakening even more when he begins to suck. I bite my lip, stopping myself from letting out another noise.

It's embarrassing, the things my body is doing in response to this. I don't know how to stop it.

I don't know if I want it to stop.

"It's quite annoying that I can't leave any marks on this stunning body"

I smile a bit at that, a mini victory. It's funny that's he annoyed by how fast my body regenerates.

"You think it's funny?" I open my eyes when his teeth sink into my bottom lip.

He growls, definitely annoyed.

He leans back from me slightly and with his hand that was in my hair, he brings it to his jacket.

I think for a second that he's grabbing the blade again, but instead he pulls out a bottle.

Instantly I smell it, grimacing slightly.

Holy oil.

But there's nothing holy about it. It's a weapon used against angels. It's one of the only things that can burn our skin.

It's not permanent, but it takes much longer to heal from it.

"I wonder what would happen if I put some of this on my lips?" My eyes widen at his suggestion and he smirks.

"I like to leave my mark, darling. Have to make you remember me somehow" I watch as he opens the flask and brings it to his mouth, coating his lips and tongue. He shoves the flask back into his jacket and leans towards me.

I try to lean back from him but the wall stops me.

Just barely his lips brush over my jaw, the oil stinging my skin. I run my hands into his hair and grip it tightly, trying to pull him back.

"Harry!" I cry out when his teeth clamp down on my neck again.

This time, it burns.

The oil coating his mouth burns my flesh and I yank on his hair, trying to pull him back.

It's so unfamiliar, holy oil burns. It hurts, it's not pleasant.

But I feel pleasure and I can't comprehend how he makes it feel like this.

"Hm, that's better" He whispers in my ear, his lips coming back to mine.

Most of the oil had dissipated from his mouth, but there was a trace left.

I can feel the little needles of it against my lips.

But when he kisses me, I kiss him back eagerly. Ignoring the slight burn of it. He still tastes so good.

I'm horrified by the pleasure in my body.

I shouldn't have enjoyed it, but the feeling of his lips mixed with the burning did something to me that I can't explain.

"Would love to leave some marks all over this body, baby" He leans back into my neck, his tongue licking over the burn he created.

I fight against the sound that bubbles in my throat, still in disbelief that my body is twisting in pleasure.

My legs tighten against him, I desperately wanted to close them.

There was an ache, pulsing between my legs that I can't control. His hand that rested on my thigh made it even worse. He pushes my dress up higher and his hand comes down to my other thigh. His eyes still locked on me.

"You can't hide your desire from me, (Y/N). Those pretty little moans tell me exactly what you're feeling" He brushes my lips, his hands moving towards my inner thighs.

My breathing picks up and I look down at his hands.

My dress is pushed as far as it can go, and I know he can see my under garments.

It makes my face warm up, because he can feel the heat that's coming from them.

"Maybe I'll leave some marks on these thighs" He squeezes his hands, his lips kissing down my throat and towards my collarbone.

This time, I'm unable to keep the sound from coming out.

It's the thought of what it might feel like, his lips between my thighs coated in oil. It stings, but he makes it feel so good.

I don't know why I enjoy it. I can't even begin to think about how I'm enjoying any of this.

"You like that sound of that, baby?" He pulls back and smirks.

I shake my head, I don't want to admit it.

"Remember, angel, lying is a sin" He chuckled and moved his hands higher on the inner parts of my legs.

"You don't see me lying to you" He grabs my face with one of his hands.

"I'm going to bring you over to that bed and fuck that sweet little innocence out of you" He forces me to look at him while he says it. I bring my hands to my face, hiding from him.

I couldn't help but think about it, trying to imagine what it would possibly feel like.

"Now tell me, sweetheart, do you want me to touch you?" He rubs my thigh gently and smiles at me.

"Soothe the ache I know you're feeling" He chuckles a little bit, but I'm still covering my face. It's so warm, I feel embarrassed.

"Trying so hard to hide it from me.." He grabs my wrists and pulls them away from my face.

"Am I right, angel?"

I can't explain the emotions he's making me feel. I feel weak at how easily he sucked me into temptation but I wanted more of him.

Angels are strong, but how can I even call myself that?

I didn't put up a fight. I gave into him so quickly.

I am weak.

I pull my hands from his and bring them to his face. His skin is warm, despite his nature.

I haven't gotten the chance to really look him over. I bring my thumb to his lips, copying what he had done to me. I trace his lips, my eyes trained on them.

I can feel his stare, watching me intently.

I don't say anything to him, my voice is caught in my throat. Instead, I gently pull him to my lips. For just a moment, it's almost soft.

But quickly, he pushes his tongue into my mouth but I don't mind. It tastes sweet, like a candy.

"My little angel, you might want to ask your father to look away because I'm about to do some very bad things to you" He whispers against my lips.

He pulls us both away from the wall and grabs my hips, planting my feet back on the ground.

"So, modest" He hums and looks me up and down. I look down at what I'm wearing. A simple white dress that reached my knees. I think it's pretty. I've always loved white.

He tightens his grip on my waist and backs up until his legs reach the end of the bed. He sits on the edge of it, making us eye level to eachother.

"How about we take this off?" He slides his hands from waist up to the back of my dress.

I bite my lip, nodding at him a little.

Angels, when on earth, have a human form. It helps us blend in. It also helps us understand humans more. We don't have to worry about trivial things like sleeping, or going to the bathroom but our bodies function pretty similarly. Of course, Angels human form is much stronger than a regular human.

Harry's eyes don't leave me for a second. Hardly blinking as he pulls the zipper of my dress all the way down.

I take a deep breath. Becoming more nervous.

I've never been undressed in my life.

He slips his hand under the fabric and runs his hand up my back.

Hes so warm.

He pulls on the fabric until it falls to my ankles and suddenly I'm bare. The only thing covering me is my white under garment.

I quickly cover my chest, scared.

Hes not rough about it, but he grabs my arms and pulls them away, putting them at my sides.

"Don't be shy with me, angel. I think your body is delicious" He spreads his legs and pulls me between them. He brings his hands to the back of thighs and rubs them gently.

"So perfectly made" He bites his lip, his hands sliding higher.

I gasp when he slaps me and he laughs, his hands squeezing my behind.

"Something tells me you'd love to be bent over and whipped. I know I'd love to" He squeezes harder and I wish I could find an explanation for why it makes my body tingle so much. Not just his touch, but his words are making the heat between my legs burn.

He leans forward, his lips connecting to my skin just above my breasts. I run my hands up into his hair, lightly pulling at it.

"Been with many in my lifetime, none compare to you, angel" He squeezes the back of my thighs.

"Softest skin I've ever had the pleasure of touching" He continues with his lips on my skin, lightly biting down.

"I can only fucking imagine what it's going to feel like burying my cock in you" My legs stiffen at his words, trying to stop myself from feeling whatever it is that's raging through my stomach.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" He pulls back and smirks at me.

"I-" I stumble on my words, trying to convince him that I don't. But my body doesn't agree. Every word, every touch makes me ache for more.

His smirk gets more wicked at my lack of words.

With a quick movement, he lifts one of my legs up onto the bed next to him, I grab his shoulders to keep myself from falling.

This position makes me feel much more vulnerable to him.

"Do you even notice how soaked you are, angel?" He laughs to himself, running his hand up my ankle until he reaches my knee.

He slows down a bit, tip toeing his fingers along my inner thigh.

He brings just the tip of his finger between my legs, pressing against where I had been dying for him touch.

"Can't wait to taste this perfect little cunt"

Just the small amount of pressure makes me buckle and I feel like I'm going to fall over. I go to pull my foot off the bed but he grabs my ankle and stops me.

"Nuh uh, honey. You're keeping your leg up for me" He warned.

"Or, I can tie you down onto the bed and have some fun with this" He pats the pocket of his jacket, referring to the oil.

My grip tightens on him.

He's hardly touched me and my body feels overwhelmed.

There's so many unfamiliar feelings swirling through me.

"Harry" I whine his name, looking at him and his sinful smirk.

"I don't play games, sweetheart. You listen to me, or you suffer the consequences" He slides his hand back up my leg, his fingers returning between my thighs.

"So sensitive, angel" He does it again, gently running his finger along me.

Instead of just once, he goes back and forth.

My leg wobbles and I try very hard to keep myself from ripping away from him.

It feels so good, I don't know how to handle it.

"Just wait until it's my tongue playing with this cute little clit" He pushes down harder and it takes all my strength to keep from falling over.

"Bet I could make you come without even taking these off"

I don't like the noises my body is making but I can't help it, I don't know how else to respond to how he's making me feel.

"Noisy little thing" He chuckles and pulls his hand away, pushing my foot off the bed and letting me plant it on the ground.

"Hm, can't get over these pretty legs" He traces his finger tips up and down the back of my thighs.

He brings his hands to my hips and hooks his fingers into my underwear.

He glances to my eyes and then begins to pull them down until they fall to my ankles.

I'm completely exposed to him now. I get nervous and close my legs tightly, trying to hide myself from him.

He stands up off the bed, suddenly much more intimidating.

"So, shy" He brings his hand to my cheek and strokes it for a moment.

"Be a good girl for me-" He taps my nose.

"Lay on the bed" He steps to the side and crosses his arms, watching me.

I listen to him and get onto the bed, laying my head on the pillows. He's still fully clothed, it feels unfair.

He stares at me for a moment before following my path and climbing onto the bed.

"Spread your legs, baby"

At the moment, they are closed tightly.

I look up at the ceiling, away from his intense eyes.

Slowly, I open them. I take a deep breath and shiver when I feel his hands on my legs.

"Such a delightful sight, angel"

I get the courage to look down at him, he's on his knees between my calfs. His hands delicately tracing my skin.

"I bet this sweet looking pussy is begging to played with" His touch is so, gentle. It's making me want more.

I can't even begin to imagine what his tongue would feel like between my legs.

I feel dirty just thinking about it.

I watch him lay down, lifting my thighs onto his shoulders.

I feel so vulnerable. I'm so nervous but I want him to touch me. My body is begging for it.

His eyes are locked on mine, his lips and teeth connecting to my thigh and making my toes curl. I don't know what to do with myself.

I shyly bring my hands down to his hair, the feeling of it soothing my nerves. I like the way his hair feels in my hands.

Without thinking, I pull on it, attempting to pull him closer between my legs.

Desperation is what I'm feeling.

He notices it right away. His eyes instantly looking up at me again.

"Is it starting to hurt, baby? Aching so bad, dripping down your thighs" I shuffle my legs, ignoring him.

I don't want him to be right. But he is, I need it.

"If you want something from me, angel-" He sinks his teeth into my flesh for a moment and then smiles.

"You've got to ask for it" He says, his face turning serious. I kick my legs in frustration, I don't want to ask him. I barely understand what's happening to me. I can't believe a demon is making me feel like this.

But in my subconscious, I'm questioning it.

Why aren't we allowed to enjoy ourselves?

Why isn't this something all creatures are allowed to experience?

He laughs at me kicking my legs, roughly gripping my thighs and stopping me from moving.

"Use your words" He kisses my thigh again, his lips going higher.

It feels like I'm on fire and the only thing that's going to cool me down is his tongue.

I don't know what to say to make him give me what I want.

"Please" I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. He smiles a bit.

"Please, what?" I get more frustrated, yanking on his hair but all it did was make him smile more. I know he's enjoying it, seeing how frustrated he can get me.

I don't want to say it out loud. I don't want to admit how badly my body is begging to be felt.

"I-I don't know what to say" I whine, trying to shuffle my legs again but he's got a tight hold on me.

"Beg me to touch you, angel, and maybe I will" He sucks lightly on my thigh.

"Or I could leave some pretty marks on your thighs" He bites down harder.

More unfamiliar sounds leave my throat, his teeth in my flesh stinging just slightly but I like it. I hate it. I hate all of the thoughts running through my head. All of them about him. His dirty words on what he wants to do with me. I don't understand it, but I want to.

"Harry, please-" I take a deep, shaky breath.

"I need you to touch me" I plead with him, hating myself for giving him the satisfaction of exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Such a good girl" He whispers, kissing even higher up my inner thigh. I watch him closely, noticing his hand letting go of my thigh and coming inbetween my legs as well.

"Is this what you want? Hm?" My whole body shudders when his fingers run along me. It's already an overwhelming sensation.

"You're so wet, baby. Smell like heaven" He breathes against my flesh and I try to move my hips closer to him. He chuckles and moves his other hand that had been holding thigh, up to my stomach and locking his arm around me tightly. Preventing me from moving.

Very much unvoluntarily, I squeal when I feel his tongue and he laughs, the sound vibrating against me.

It feels so good.

His tongue moves slowly and I try hard to kick my legs because I don't know what else to do. But his grip tightens.

"Harry" I go to pulling his hair instead, but it doesn't phase him. Every little movement of his tongue makes me moan. I can't control it. I hate it.

It truly is pleasure I've never dreamed about before.

He focuses in on the most sensitive part, my vision going blurry. I cry out, yanking on his hair with all my strength and he doesn't flinch. He continues to suck on my flesh until I'm a mess. I can't even think straight.

It's almost a relief when he pulls away for moment, but something in me wants to push him back.

"Tastes like honey, angel. Can't get enough"

This time it feels like his mouth completely engulfs me and I cry out even louder.

The pleasure, is incredible.

I've never felt this before in the millennia I've been alive.

My stomach is tightening to a point that I can't handle. It's the most intense thing I've ever felt.

I try to breath but every flick of his tongue takes my breath away.

"H-Harry" I try to pull him away, an unfamiliar knot in my stomach and all I want is relief. I can hardly breathe.

"P-Please"  I whimper, feeling like I'm going to burst. He's got such a tight hold on me, I can't move. All I can do it pull on his hair and make noise.

Which he seems to love.

His mouth and tongue make me feel like I'm floating, I can't describe it.

I don't understand it, how is he doing this?

Why does it feel so good?

"W-What is happen-" My body trembles and my thighs are shaking.

I'm struggling so much but he just holds me in place and continues to torture me with his tongue.

I close my eyes tightly, my back arching off the bed as my entire body tenses, lightly shaking as he doesn't stop his rhythmic movements.

It's so intense. The unexplainable feeling rips through me and his tongue doesn't stop. Not until my body relaxes a bit, and I'm panting. I try to catch my breath but my mind is so scattered, I can't get myself to breathe regularly.

"So fucking sweet, my little angel. Could eat this delicious cunt for days" I open my eyes, watching as he takes my thighs off his shoulders and gets onto his knees.

"Soaked the sheets, darling" He chuckles and places either hand on the top of my thighs.

I'm still trying to catch my breath, at a loss for words from the experience I just had. He rubs my thighs gently and looks down at me.

"That's what happens when you feel good, baby" He's still rubbing my thighs, helping me to calm down and relax my breathing. I attempt to close my legs a little bit, embarrassed at the mess I created on the bed.

He pins them down, pushing them further apart.

"Don't close your legs, I'm not finished" He warned, a hard grip on my thighs.

He holds down one and then brings his other hand between my legs.

I flinch when his fingers trace along my inner thigh, my body is still incredibly sensitive.

"Made you come so much, baby. Taste so good" He brushes over my nerves for just a second, making my body jolt. He smiles and brings his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers.

"I bet you're so fucking tight" His hand comes between my legs again but before he can touch me I reach down with both my hands and grab his.

He laughs at me and grabs both my wrists, he leans over me and then pins them to the bed.

"What?" He leans his face closer to me.

"Is your pussy too sensitive for me to play with?" He smirks and lifts my hands above my head, pinning them both down with just one of his.

"You think it's intense now, honey?" He uses his knee to spread my legs further apart then they already are.

"Can't wait until you feel me filling you up" He holds my hands tightly and slowly traces his fingers down my body.

His hand sneaks between my legs again and I whimper.

I groan when he pinches me lightly, a jolt of pleasure shooting into my stomach. I'm so sensitive, I hate it.

"You've got such a sensitive little clit, baby. Makes me wanna suck it until you squirt" His fingers lowers slightly and he makes little circles. I struggle in his hold, moaning more.

"Harry-" I gasp when his finger sinks into me.

"So soft" He hums. I look up at him, struggling again in his grasp. It feels really good, his finger slowly sinking into me. It's a different sensation and it amazes me. How can he make me feel like this in so many different ways?

He pulls his finger back, almost all the way before roughly pushing his finger back into me.

I groan, the pleasure coming from even deeper than when he was using his tongue.

"Does it feel good, baby?" He leans down and bites my lip.

I choke on my words when I feel him pushing a second finger into me, my toes curl in response to the pressure. My breath taken away.

"I wonder how I'm going to fit my cock in this tight little cunt, angel" I don't know what to say. His dirty words, I hated them. I hate inappropriate language of any kind but for some reason, I don't want him to stop. I like the sound of his voice.

"As much as I'd love to make you come on my fingers-" He pushes his fingers in and out of me a few more times before pulling them away.

"Wait-" I quickly bite my lip, not meaning to say anything out loud. But I liked the feeling, I didn't want him to pull away.

He smirks and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking on them.

"Don't worry, angel. Not even close to being done with you" He gets off of me and then off the bed.

I sit up and watch as he unbuttons the single button holding his suit jacket. I get up as well and crawl to the edge where he is. I get on my knees and watch him pull it off and set it on the ground. I reach out and grab his hands before he can start unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he had on.

I pull him right up against the bed, with me on my knees we are about the same height.

Part of me just wanted to admire him. His features were perfect.

His eyes were my favorite. But only the green. I didn't like it when they'd go black.

I bring my hands to the buttons and slowly begin to undo them. His eyes are watching me closely.

I can't help but smile when I get a peak of his skin. I can already see streaks of ink.

I've seen quite a few people on Earth with beautiful designs on their skin.

I undo the last button and pull the rest of the shirt from his pants.

I pull the shirt off of him and let it fall to the floor.

Without asking, or really thinking, my hand comes to the design on his stomach. I trace it and smile even more. It resembled a butterfly and I wonder what it means to him.

Is it ties to the soul he may have had at some point?

I wish I could ask him, I could look, by holding his hand but he'd know it. He'd never let me.

I admire him for a few more moments, his body is breathtaking.

"I like these" I say softly, poking his stomach.

"Thank you, angel" It's the only genuine thing I've heard him say since we met.

The tone of his voice makes my stomach flutter.

I look down at my hands, trying to ignore his eyes when my hands reach his pants.

I bite my lip and take a deep breath.

I'm so nervous at my lack of experience. I can't imagine the amount of times he's done this.

I undo the button and bite my lip harder, unzipping them and pulling them until they also fell to the floor. He steps out of them, still allowing me to take my time. Which I'm grateful for.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

My fingers trace along the edge of the final peice of clothing on him. I also trace my fingers over the designs he has on his hips.

I think any form of art is beautiful. Some angels might disagree, but I do truly love art. And the ink humans put onto their skin, is an art form for them. I think that's amazing.

"Curious little thing" I glance up at him, my face heating up. I can't help it, I've never been this close to anyone.

"Sorry" I whisper, looking down at my hands again. I take a deep breath, copying what he had done to me earlier. I hook my fingers into his underwear and begin to pull them down. I pull them down as far as I can reach in my position. He steps out of them and I quickly look up at his face. He smirks, noticing I avoid looking between his legs.

He brings his hand up my back and slides his hand into my hair.

"Give me your hand" He said, not giving me much time to respond. Instead, he reached out with his free hand and grabbed mine.

My face goes even more red when he wraps my hand around him. It's hard. I can't bring myself to look, I'm so nervous.

"Look what you do to me, angel" He grips my hair and makes me look down. His hand is still on mine, guiding it along his length. I can feel it get even harder as I touch him.

He keeps his hand on mine for just a few more seconds, before pulling it away.

"Just like that, pretty girl" I bite my lip and continue to move my hand in the motion he showed me.

"Do you know why it's hard like that, angel?" I shake my head, unable to move my eyes now. I feel like I'm in a trance.

"All because of you" He pulls my head back so I'll look at him.

"You like stroking my cock, baby?" He smirks.

"Hm, I bet this little angel would be a perfect little cum slut. So obedient" I squeeze my hand around the tip, just a little bit of liquid oozing from it.

"How about, you do me a favour, sweetheart-" He backed up a little, roughly pulling me with him and off the bed. I fall onto the ground in front of him on my knees.

"Hm, the thought of fucking your throat just makes me even harder, angel" I look up at him, the look in his eye is wicked.

"But I want to fuck you, more than I want to do anything else. So, be a good girl for me and use this sweet looking mouth to coat my cock" He smiles down at me.

"I-I don't know what to do" I say shyly, bringing my hand to wrap around him again.

So many emotions are running through me.

"Spit on it" He instructs, pulling my face closer. I grip my hand tighter around him and push myself up higher on my knees. I glance up at him, his eyes not blinking for even a moment.

I look back down, trying to block out the fear. I don't want to mess it up. I want him to feel like I did. But I don't even know if I have the capability to do it.

I collect saliva into my mouth and then listen to his instruction, spitting on him.

"Now-" Before he tells me what to do, I use my hand to spread as much of it as I can down his length.

I've seen a world of art, with naked figures from the past. I never recognized it in a sexual way, but Harry's size is much larger than a lot of the art I've seen.

It makes my stomach flutter, wondering how this is possibly going to fit inside of me.

"You're such a good girl, angel" His tone is soft and it makes my body heat up. I like his praises. He moves his hand from my hair and brings it to my cheek, brushing it gently with his finger tips.

"Open your mouth for me" He says, his fingers touching my lips.

I listen to him and open my mouth. He places his hand on top of mine and guides himself towards my lips.

I lean forward, taking in whatever I can. It's not much, almost right away I choke.

He chuckles a little bit and I meet his gaze.

"Taking a lot in me not to shove my cock as far down your throat as I can get it" The look in his eye darkens slightly.

He pushes me, but not too much, but I choke and pull myself off of him. Saliva already dripping from my mouth.

"Hm, that's enough for now. Just wanted to get a little taste" He reaches down and grabs me, lifting me to my feet.

He pushes me onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge.

"So many fucking things I want to do to this pretty body, angel" He places his hands on my thighs and shoves them apart before sliding them underneath my thighs and lifting them from the bed.

I wiggle around, realizing I have no control over this position. My bottom half is completely lifted from the bed.

He pulls me closer to the edge and I watch as he holds me up with one hand and the other wraps around his phallus.

My stomach tightens when his tip brushes against me.

"Tell me, angel. I want to hear you say how bad you want me to bury my cock inside of you" He looks down at me, his face is serious.

"I want it, Harry" I whisper, trying to move my hips closer. His serious expression turns into a smirk.

"Ask me to fuck you, baby" He says, watching as I struggle to try and pull him closer.

"But-" He cuts me off and digs his nails harshly into my skin.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, I look at him and nod shyly.

"Then say it" He snaps.

I've never used crude language, ever and my brain still can't understand why my body responds in pleasure to Harry's filthy words.

But I wanted him, something deep inside of me is craving to know what it's going to feel like.

"H-Harry, I-I want you to-" My face burns as I get flustered, trying to get the words out.

"I-I want you to fuck me" I'm almost in disbelief that I say it out loud. But Harry's devilish smirk grows wider.

"Such a good little angel" He hums quietly and then pushes against me.

I watch as he fixes his gaze directly into my eyes and slowly guides himself into me.

I can't describe it, how it feels. It's extremely intense.

But the way he pushes through my flesh is already making my vision go blurry.

I try to tighten my legs around him, so I can pull him closer. He stops me, roughly gripping both of my thighs.

Hes made sure he's in control.

"So soft, angel. Is this what heaven feels like?" I groan when he pulls almost out of me and then roughly drives into me while pulling me towards him at the same time.

I close my eyes, my hands holding the blanket underneath me tightly.

"Fuck" He breathes, quickly finding a pace that's making my eyes roll back. The pressure is unbelievably pleasureful. I don't know what to do with myself, I can't do anything. He has all of the power.

Every thrust of his hips gets harder and harder.

"Harry" I cry out his name, struggling in his hold. It feels so good.

Every moral I've held dear to me, is gone.

I'm finally able to catch my breath when he drops me back onto the bed, pulling out of me.

Every breath I take is shaky, my hands in fists as I try to calm myself.

"Sounds like someone enjoys getting fucked" I open my eyes and he's already starring at me.

"Hm, princess? Do like getting fucked?" I attempt to take a deep breath. I bite my lip and nod.

"Get up on the bed more" He instructs. I take another breath and then listen to him, pushing myself back onto the bed.

He followed me, grabbing me and without any effort, flips me onto my stomach.

"Now stick that pretty ass up for me, angel" Before I can respond, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto my knees. He pushes them apart, and his hands slide up my thighs until his fingers reached sensitive flesh.

My knees go weak when he rubs back and forth, I bury my face into the pillows on the bed. I grab ahold of one and hold onto it tightly.

"Harry!" I cry out his name when he pushes into me again without any warning.

"Yeah, angel? Does it feel good?" I whimper in response to him.

"Hm? I want an answer" He holds my hips tightly, thrusting into me at an overwhelming pace. I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He seemed to be getting even further inside me with this position.

I cry out when he slaps my butt, obviously getting impatient with my lack of words.

"I-It feels really good" I try to say it loud enough so he can hear me but I can't speak. My senses are completely over taken by pleasure.

"That's all I want to hear, angel. Those sweet little cries of pleasure" He slaps me again, but a bit lighter this time. It stings, but every part of it just adds to the knot forming in my stomach.

I'm a mess, if Harry wasn't holding my hips, I wouldn't be able to keep myself up.

I never understood humans who were driven by sex. Like it's a need. I never could have imagined that it would feel like this.

I feel Harry's fingers coming into my hair. He wraps it around his hand and then harshly yanks me up. I groan, feeling incredibly weak.

"Never would have thought an angel would be such a slut for cock" He wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled my head back against his shoulder.

His thrusting decreases dramatically, but he's so deep inside of me and every little movement he makes sends pleasure through to my toes.

If he gets any deeper I feel like I might burst like a balloon.

He gently bites down against my shoulder, sucking on my skin while his hand that had been wrapped around my stomach, starts to lower.

I whine, knowing exactly what he's about to do and with both hands I grab his arm. I'm so sensitive, if he touches me, I definitely will burst from everything I'm feeling.

"Harry" I beg, trying to pull his hand away but he doesn't budge.

"You can handle it, angel" He whispers in my ear, his fingers once again touching me. But with him buried in me, the pleasure is immense.

"Harry, I-I can't" I whimper more, my nails clawing at his arm to try and pull him away.

I already feel so weak, I don't know how much more my body can take.

He ignored my weak little crys and moved his fingers in quick circles.

The knot in my stomach is so much tighter than when he used his tongue on me.

He rocked me against him and with that bit of movement, I can feel my body tensing.

"Nuh, uh, baby. You aren't coming yet" He pushed me off of him, pulling his hand away and out of me. I fall onto the bed and before I can do anything, he grabs me and turns me over.

He pushes my legs apart and gets on top of me.

He places a hand next to my head to hold himself up. Shyly, I reach my hands out to his face. I touch his cheeks for a moment before sliding my hands to his shoulders. He's so broad. I get distracted by the birds on his chest, tracing them each individually. I can't help but smile, they are very nice.

I glance up at him and bite my lip.

"Sorry, I just like these a lot" I whisper. He lifts my leg up against his hip and then leans down close to me. It's something I realize that I really like doing. I like kissing him.

I lift my other leg up against him, my hands coming back to hair and pulling him closer to me, connecting our lips.

He pulled back after a moment and with his free hand, brought it down my chest.

I jump a little when a shock of pleasure runs through me, his fingers lightly pulling on my nipple. He lowers his hand down and I watch as he wraps his hand around himself. He strokes along his length and then rubs the tip against me.

"Can't wait to fill with my cum, angel" He drives into me hard, my back arching from the bed at the feeling. My nails digging into the back of his neck.

Out of the positions he's had me in, I liked this one the best. He's warm.

He isn't gentle, but I enjoyed our closeness.

"Such a pretty little angel, now my own little slut" He whispered, leaning close to me again and brushing my lips. He doesn't kiss me, instead he moves his lips down my jaw.

I pull on his hair, moaning. I look between our bodies, watching as he pulls out just to plunge back into me.

I gently pull his hair again, guiding his lips back up to mine. I wanted to taste them again. I hold onto his cheeks, both of our moans being muffled by our kiss.

It's much messier, our tongues swirling together and making the pleasure even stronger. I hold him against my lips, refusing to let him pull them away from me.

He let's me do it for just a little longer before roughly grabbing my arms and pinning them to the bed.

He bites my lip before moving to my neck again.

He begins to quicken his pace again, sending me down a spiral of pleasure I could never imagine. Every second of it is...bliss.

I don't have to think, I just take in every feeling of it and it's incredible.

"You feel that, angel? Those little walls of your clenching against my cock?" He groans against my neck, teeth sinking into my neck.

He sucks on my skin again, before moving his lips up to my ear.

"Softest cunt I've ever fucked" He whispers before pushing himself up onto his knees and grabbing my hips.

My mind goes numb when he drives into me harder than he has all night. I'm crying in pleasure, my hands grabbing at his hands again.

It's so extreme, pleasure consuming every fibre of my being.

"Harry" I moan, the familiar feeling of my body tensing up.

"Is this sweet little angel about to come all over my cock?" His thrusts become more sloppy, but my mind is somewhere else.

I've never felt like this before.

It's pure bliss and I can't comprehend it.

It rips through me like tidal waves and I cry out his name repetitively as it washes over me.

"Fuck, fuck, angel" He swears under his breath, pushing himself as deep into me as he could possibly get and holding my hips tight. He doesn't pull out this time, he stops his thrusts suddenly.

I feel the release, my body still tightening around him.

"Sweet little pussy is taking every last drop from me, angel" He takes a breath, looking down at me before finally pulling out.

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My mind is still reeling. Trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

I watch as Harry buttons up his shirt slowly.

What's going to happen now?

I pull on my dress, reaching behind me and pulling up the zipper.

It doesn't feel real and suddenly, I feel so unclean.

Why did I do this? How could I do this?

How could I betray everything I know?

It scares me even more because I enjoyed it.

I glance at Harry, watching as he pulled on his jacket.

He hasn't said anything. Just looking at me every once in a while as he got dressed.

I didn't know what to make of him and I hate myself for even thinking about the chance of this happening with him again.

"What's going to happen now?" I ask softly.

"What now?" Suddenly, he's mocking me.

I watch in fear as the green in his eyes quickly disappears into black.

"Oh, darling" He shakes his head, laughing at me.

"You really are, so naive" I back away from him, fear filling my stomach. What's happening?

"You thought you could trust me? A demon?" He steps towards me, an evil smile on his face.

"Did you truly think you were anything but a toy for me to play with?" He follows my footsteps, but I'm stopped by the wall.

"God, it was so easy manipulating you" He scoffed, standing right in front of me.

I try to will myself away but nothing happens and he chuckles even more.

His eyes seem even darker than before.

I'm so confused, I tear up, looking at him. But his expression is unphased.

He pulls the blade from his jacket and points it at me.

"I'm just doing my job, sweetheart" He reaches down and roughly grabs my left hand and turns it face up.

"No, please don't" I cry, tears falling down my cheeks.

I'm trying to will up any power I can, but it's blocked and I don't know how.

"So stupid, I never needed you to get the boy" He snaps.

He brings the blade to my palm and traces it. I fight him, as hard as I can. I know what he's doing.

Only angels know of this curse.

I've only heard whispers of it, whispers of some of the punishments angels face when they stray.

It's knowledge a demon shouldn't have.

I do everything I can, but his strength is no match.

I cry out in pain as he carves into my hand and then, everything goes dark.

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SPARE PARTS

harry styles x female OC 18+ series

[COMPLETED]

Spare Parts has always been the five of them: Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Charlie. Best friends, practically family, for the last six years. All, except, the band’s lead singers – Harry and Charlie.

Harry’s been hopelessly in love and Charlie’s been none the wiser, so he of course drops at the chance of a sneaky enemies with benefits agreement whilst embarking on their second world tour…

SERIES: here

EXTRAS: character list/face claims, tour bus, moodboards, ig stories

BLURBS: you wrote me

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Sleep

I don’t even know why I wrote this.

Warning: 18+

Harry woke to a small shift in the mattress beside him. He probably would have ignored it if it weren’t for the tiny sigh she let out and an extra twitch that caused him to jump just a hair.

“Kitten?” He questioned. “Y’okay?” He asked her, turning to face her sleepy self on her side of the bed.

She sighed almost in annoyance...he swore it was annoyance. But it was night, and he was just asleep—how could he have annoyed her? “Hi Harry,” she whispered. She was entirely too awake sounding. He blinked against the darkness trying to make out her shape but couldn’t.

“S’matter?” he murmured. He reached out for her across the empty space in the mattress.

“Erm...” she sounded embarrassed. Harry wished the light was on. Maybe then he could see why she sounded so odd for such a literal dark moment and in the middle of the night. They were sleeping. What could she be embarrassed about? He tried to do the mental math of the last time she was distraught with cramps, maybe she was bleeding into the mattress...something had to be the cause.

Harry was feeling for her arm and thought it was in a weird position. She always slept twisted like a vine in the bed, the sheets around her legs it made impossible for Harry to ever have the appropriate amount of covers when sleeping. It was adorable but always required a bit of searching on his part to find her limbs so he could hold her hand or spoon with her without breaking her elbow.

His hand was looking for hers in the covers, but it was...missing? He searched along her arm until... He felt much more awake as he discovered her hand. “Kitten,” he repeated. “Are you...?” He was floored to say the least. Her hand clearly about to touch herself...right next to him...while he slept.

“Harry,” she said quietly almost brokenly. “I... I’ve been awake for two hours and I just want to...need to have an orgasm so I can fall asleep,” she said quickly. He knew she was blushing. He could have been blind, and he would know that.

He was extra shocked. “Oh...well...why...?” His brain was processing at one-third the speed it should have. She was awake. Trying to pleasure herself. While he was asleep next to her. In the middle of the night.

She sighed heavily. “Why didn’t I wake you?” She wondered.

“Uh...yeah?” He asked. He was desperate to see her now, his eyes trying to adjust to the dark, but the room was pitch black. He couldn’t even make out the whites of her eyes. He reached out again and gently caressed her cheek.

“Because...” she sounded so frustrated. “I’m so tired, Harry,” she almost sounded like she was on the brink of tears. “I just want to fall asleep...and I can’t...I’m sorry I just can’t focus on you right now, I just...need to be selfish because if I don’t cum, I won’t fall asleep and I think I’ll cry if I can’t sleep soon,” she explained. His lips parted at her bluntness. He could feel himself harden at the idea of her trying to quietly finish herself off while he slept.

“Y’can be selfish,” he said quickly. His brain was up to one-half processing speed now. It was all becoming a little clearer. “Um...do y’do this a lot?” He asked. His heart was beating a little faster now in his chest as he pictured his beautiful girl trying to cum to fall asleep. The idea had him...he was aching at the idea. He could picture her fingers pressing against her clit sliding into herself...oh it was too much for him.

“N-no,” she said quickly. But it made it sound like she did it a lot. “That’s...”

“S’really hot, kitten,” he said knowingly his voice sounded deeper and she knew he was picturing it. She could feel him hardening at the prospect of her touching herself while he was sleeping. He inched himself closer to her. “Can...can I help?”

“I just...”

“I don’t have to,” he amended quickly. “Just want to help you be comfortable and sleep,” he said stroking her face with his hand. “Nothin’ to do with me, kitten,” he whispered. “S’all ‘bout you,” he promised. “Y’can be selfish all y’want,” he said huskily as he continued to picture her quietly twitching beside him.

“But you’re...” she nudged him with her leg feeling his hard length pressing against her.

“Well, kitten. M’only a man,” he chuckled darkly and pulled her close. His nose traced a line along the side of her cheek “Y’jus’ told me that y’make yourself cum while m’sleeping right next to you,” he reminded her. “I love to watch y’cum...you’re always so pretty when you do,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Can’t help it, that’s the hottest thing ‘ve ever heard of,” he said into her ear and then lightly took her earlobe between his lips. His breath was hot in her ear.

“But...”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” he mumbled and guided her hands back to her, what had to be an aching pussy. “Can always get you to cum again tomorrow when you’re more awake,” he mumbled and kissed a line from her ear down her neck. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. “Make yourself cum.”

“Uh...” she cleared her throat shyly. She wanted the relief, but it felt awkward now.

“I can if you want,” his voice was so husky. There was a time and place for Harry’s mouth and/or fingers but it wasn’t now. She desperately wanted to fall asleep as quickly as possible. Harry was slow and languid and always made her desperate in a whole other way. Harry’s mouth on her wouldn’t work the way she wanted to.

“Um...”

“Jus’,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to her temple wanting to be encouraging. “Do it,” he mumbled in her ear. “Please?” He asked. “S’pretty,” he repeated.

She moaned quietly as his lips pressed against her ear. “I...”

“Don’t feel bad, kitten,” he murmured. “Won’t mind if y’cum for me,” he promised her. “S’always tomorrow,” he reminded her. And well, she really wanted to sleep.

Her fingers found their way back to her center. “That’s better kitten,” he whispered. “Innit?” He could feel her twitching already. He must have interrupted her at the worst time when he woke her up. He could practically imagine his cock wrapped up in the tight warm walls of her pussy. He was eager to get her to sleep so he could wake her up tomorrow and feel for himself.

But right now, was only about her. Her fingers worked over her clit in fast little circles. “Tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘bout,” Harry begged.

“Y-you,” she breathed.

“Mm...” he hummed. “What ‘bout me?” He asked and he trailed his fingers over her skin.

“How...big...and...” She was already breathless. He wondered more about how often she did this. “Warm...and the way you stretch me,” she whispered

“Oh, kitten. M’ego,” he joked quietly, and he pressed more kisses to her skin. “Gonna cum fo’ me?” He asked hotly in her ear. He knew all the signs of her body like his own. He was rock hard at the thought of all this. Of course, he still couldn’t see her, but it might have been for the best. He surely would have a much harder time letting her be selfish if he saw her pretty little fingers doing all the naughty things, he wished he could.

The morning wasn’t so far away, though. He could wait that long.

“Yeah...” she moaned, and she tucked her face against his neck.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Cum fo’ me,” he said softly.

She smacked her free hand onto Harry’s forearm and gripped tightly. Her legs twitched and she moaned quietly as he pressed a kiss to her mouth to swallow the sound. Everything about her was incredible. Sighing with relief, Harry could feel her heart beneath his arm slowing as she came down from her high. “Y’know kitten, y’can be selfish whenever y’want,” he breathed. “Are you sleepy?” He wondered.

“Mm...” she hummed in response. He kissed her nose and tucked her head beneath his chin. “Love you,” she murmured tiredly.

“I love you, too,” he answered.

But she was already asleep.

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[littleohs]

HUVY: SHOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS

"I DIDN’T KNOW IT COULD FEEL LIKE THAT"

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They were just two alphas in love, sharing intimacy in a bedroom, there were no chances of it going wrong.

Right?

Louis smiled, releasing a rose at Harry's comment. Neither of them were experts in bed, but they sure knew what they liked to do in it. He bent down to kiss the alpha's lips, quietly and wetly trying not to pull at the knot. It had taken so long for both of them to learn to knot that they made good use of the few moments their anatomy gave them to deposit love in their hearts. But the nebula of the orgasms were too hard, their aromas were all over the room that their minds were blind ande their noses didn't work enough to realize that there was someone closing the door, entering with a cellphone in hand and laughing so hard. They actually didn't know.

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[that-1d-blogger]

Niall Horan as Niall Horan

Barbara Palvin as Amy Jones

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Plot - Niall and Amy have been dating for 6 months now, Niall wants to take things on the next intimidate level but felt Amy wasnt ready for it. Little did he know that the plans Amy had for them was little more than just an innocent date.

Mature - Sexual content which includes edging, orgasms denial, handcuffs and anal play.

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The autumn leaves danced on the tree branches outside as Niall pulled into Amy's apartment complex. He took a deep breath, checking his hair in the rearview mirror before grabbing the flower bouquet and bottle of cabernet from the passenger seat. Niall had been seeing Amy for a few months now, and he was pretty sure he was falling for her. The only problem? He wanted to take their intimate relationship to the next level, but he could never work up the nerve to make a move, worried she wasn't ready.

Amy pulled open the door with a radiant smile, that smiled that made Niall's heart skip a beat. "Hey stranger," she grinned, giving him a peck on the lips. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too," Niall replied, hoping his nerves didn't show. He handed her the bouquet of sunflowers. "These are for you. And I brought some wine to go with dinner. What did you have in mind?"

Amy's kitchen was warm and inviting, with a large wooden table and racks of copper pots and pans hanging above the center island. "Well, I know this amazing shrimp scampi recipe we could try together," she said. "If you're up for cooking with me, that is."

"Absolutely," Niall said, already rolling up his sleeves. "Just tell me what to do."

They moved in sync, Amy sautéing the shrimp in a skillet of garlic-infused butter while Niall got the linguine boiling and prepped the vegetables. When she needed fresh lemon juice, he was there with a reamer. As the kitchen filled with fragrant aromas, Niall snuck glances at his girlfriend, marveling at her effortless grace.

God, she's beautiful, he thought. Especially that little crinkle she gets right between her eyes when she's concentrating.

As if she could read his mind, Amy looked up and their eyes locked for a heated moment before Niall quickly looked away, his face flushing. ‘Get it together, man.’ , he scolded himself.

Once the pasta was plated and grated with parmesan, Niall carefully decanted the cabernet while Amy lit some taper candles on the table, adding a romantic glow to the room. When they settled across from each other, Niall raised his glass in a toast.

"To us," he smiled, "And many more incredible home-cooked meals like this together."

Amy clinked her glass against his. "I'll drink to that," she replied, taking a sip of the deep red wine. "You've been such an amazing teammate tonight."

All through the delicious meal, the two laughed and joked like they always did. But Niall couldn't deny the undercurrent of nervous sexual tension he felt, the wanting to take their relationship to the next level. Amy, for her part, seemed blissfully unaware, chatting and giggling away as she polished off her second glass of cabernet.

Finally, when their plates were cleared and the last crumbs of bread were sopped up, Amy stood and began gathering their dishes.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Niall said quickly, jumping up from his chair. "You cooked most of this incredible meal, at least let me take care of the cleaning up."

Amy tried to protest, but Niall was already at the sink, rolling up his sleeves. So instead, she opened another bottle of cabernet to let it breathe. "Why don't you go get comfy on the couch?" she said. "I'll join you in just a minute and we can figure out a movie to watch."

As Niall scrubbed and rinsed, he replayed their evening over in his mind, thinking about all the little moments he wanted to seize but didn't. Like when their fingers brushed together while plating the scampi, or that heated look they shared when he handed her the reamer. Why did he always get so flustered and shy away from moments of intimacy?

Get it together, he scolded himself again. ‘If you keep holding yourself back, you might lose her for good.’

By the time Amy returned, the dishes were drying in the racks and Niall had settled onto the plush leather couch with the fresh bottle of wine and two glasses. She immediately curled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks for doing all that cleaning," she said, planting a soft kiss on his neck that sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. "You're the best."

Pushing down his nerves, Niall turned to face her and pulled her in closer. Searching her warm brown eyes, he saw nothing but openness and affection. Slowly, he brought his lips to hers and they began to kiss, gently at first but quickly escalating into heated passion as their months of unresolved sexual tension took over.

Ally kissed him hungrily, her hands roaming up the back of his shirt as she pressed her body against his. Just this once, don't pull away, Harry told himself. Let yourself have this moment with her.

As if she could sense his hesitation, Ally suddenly broke away, breathing heavily. "Hey," she panted, asoft smile playing across her lips. "As incredible as this is, maybe we should pick out one of those movies first before getting...distracted."

"R-right," Niall stammered, annoyed at his own inability to go through with it. "Good idea."

Ally threw back the covers and stretched with a yawn. "You know what? I'm just going to run to the bathroom really quick, then maybe we can find a movie to watch and make a night of it?"

"Sounds good," Harry smiled, trying not to stare at her adorably tousled bedhead and sleepy smile. She padded off to the en-suite bathroom, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts once more.

Harry had just about psyched himself up when suddenly, every light in the bedroom cut out, leaving him in total darkness.

"What the..." he began, scrambling up from the armchair. Had he accidentally clicked something on the remote? Or maybe there was a power surge happening somewhere?

"Uh, Amy?" he called out, feeling his way along the walls with his hands outstretched. "The lights just went out in here, I'm not sure what happened. Are you okay?"

No response came from the bathroom. A little plume of surprise rose in Harry's chest. Had she fallen and hurt herself? Or was this some kind of weird prank she was playing?

"Amy?" he repeated, his voice taking on a concerned tone as he reached the bathroom door and did a gentle push...

A sudden movement behind him caught his attention, and he turned to see Amy standing in the doorway, wearing a red lace lingerie set that left him breathless.

"Amy, you look... wow," Niall stammered, taken aback by her seductive appearance.

"I thought you might like it," she replied, her voice low and sultry. She sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively.

Niall's heart raced as she approached, his eyes fixed on the lace-covered curves of her body. He reached out to touch her, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her bra.

"Mmm, not yet," Amy whispered, pulling away from his touch. She took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently onto his back.

"Amy- are u sure ? i thought u didnt want this now" Niall hesitantly asked.

Amy tutted with a seductive smile, as she gripped his hair hard making him moan, "I wanted this Niall, but I want control. Now be my perfect slut, wont you?"

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Niall could feel the heat of her through the lace, and he groaned with desire. Amy leaned down, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss as she handcuffed him discretely

Niall pulled back in shock, looking down at the restraints , “where did they come-“

His words were cut off as Amy kissed him again, straddling him and slowly unbuttoning his clothes

Niall, for his part, was more than happy to oblige. He reveled in the feeling of Amy's soft body pressed against his, her hands exploring every inch of his skin. He could feel himself growing hard with desire, his cock throbbing with need.

Amy, noticing his arousal, began to lick and tease his nipples, her tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive buds. Niall moaned with pleasure, his hips bucking upwards as he tried to grind against her.

But Amy had other plans. She moved down his body, her lips trailing kisses down his stomach until she reached his cock. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft as she sucked him deep.

Amy's lips wrapped around Niall’s cock, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could feel him growing harder with each passing moment, his hips thrusting up to meet her eager mouth.

But Amy had a surprise in store for him. She pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with a wet pop. Harry looked at her, puzzled, as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Just wait," Amy replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She rummaged through the freezer, searching for what she wanted. Finally, she found it - a tray of ice cubes. She pulled it out and grabbed a few cubes, wrapping them in a cloth.

When she returned to the bedroom, Niall’s cock was still standing at attention, eager for her attention. Amy knelt down between his legs, wrapping her hand around his shaft. She stroked him a few times, feeling him grow even harder in her hand.

Then she leaned down and took him into her mouth again, but this time, she was careful to keep her teeth away from his sensitive skin. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him with every touch.

As she sucked him, she reached down with her free hand and began to massage his balls. Niall moaned with pleasure, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth.

But Amy wasn't done yet. She took the ice cubes from the cloth and began to run them over Niall’s thighs, feeling him jump with surprise. Then she moved them up to his balls, feeling him gasp as the cold ice met his hot skin.

She alternated between the ice and her mouth, teasing him until he was on the edge of orgasm. Then she pulled back, letting him cool down.

"Please, Amy," Niall begged, his voice strained with desire. "I need to cum."

She looked up at him with a sly smile and said "Not yet baby, I want to drag this on a little longer."

She then stood up and slowly removed her panties, revealing her wet and inviting pussy. She straddled him and sandwiched his cock between her folds, rubbing herself against him. Niall moaned with pleasure as he felt her wetness on his cock.

She ground her hips against him, her moans growing louder with each movement. Niall, unable to resist, reached up to touch her, his restraints stopped him from doing so.

"Please baby, I can make us both feel so good, just let me out of these" Niall said as he clenched his jaw.

"Not yet, my love," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. 

Amy, a vision of pure sin, straddled him, her damp folds enveloping his throbbing cock. Her fingers traced the outline of his lips, leaving a glistening trail of her essence. "Taste me, Niall," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. He obliged, swirling his fingers around her hungrily as he sucked her arousal from her fingers.

"Such a good boy, so good for me" Amy said "And good boys should get rewarded"

Niall's breath hitched as she guided him to her entrance, her eyes locked onto his. Inch by inch, she sheathed him within her, each movement drawing a ragged moan from deep within him.

Once he was fully seated within her, she began to move. Slowly at first, she ground against him, her muscles clenching and releasing in a languid rhythm that drove him to the brink of madness. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Niall could only watch, transfixed by the sight before him.

As the tempo increased, so did the symphony of their moans. Each thrust elicited a gasp, a sigh, a plea for more. Niall’s hands clenched into fists as he fought against the restraints, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deeper within her.

Amy's fingers found their way to her clit, her moans growing louder as she circled the sensitive nub. Niall watched, mesmerized, as her orgasm approached. Her body tensed, her breath hitched, and with a final thrust, she shattered around him.

Her muscles milked him, drawing forth his own release. He cried out, his voice mingling with hers as he spilled himself within her. Spent, Amy collapsed onto him, her breath warm against his neck.

"That was ...incredible" Amy said as she recollected her breath.

"Who said im done with you?" Niall asked in a deep voice which made her confused as she furrowed her eyebrows

"what are-" she didnt get to finish her sentence.

With that, Niall broke free from the restraints and I mmediately rolled Amy onto her stomach, her luscious ass presented to him like a banquet for a starving man. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight, his cock throbbing with need. He leaned down, pressing tender kisses to the soft skin of her lower back, eliciting a soft moan from Amy

"I hope you had your fun, now it's my turn baby." Niall growled as he put his hands on her waist

"Oh, Niall ," she breathed, her voice heavy with desire. "I need you, I need to feel you inside me."

Niall couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He reached for the bottle of lube they kept within arm's reach, slicking his fingers with the cool liquid. He gently parted Amy's cheeks, his eyes locked on the puckered rosebud of her anus. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her, to prepare her for the invasion of his cock.

Amy's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Harry's tongue on her, her body trembling with anticipation. "Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice a raspy whisper. "Lick me, prepare me, I am yours to take."

Niall obliged, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his fingers gently massaging her opening. He could feel her muscles relaxing, her body welcoming him in. With a final flick of his tongue, he straightened up, his cock poised at her entrance.

"Are you ready, my love?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, Niall ," Amy replied, her voice trembling with need. "Take me, claim me, make me yours."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Niall began to push inside her, his cock sliding in with ease, her body already slick and ready for him. Amy's breath hitched as she felt him filling her, her body stretching to accommodate him. Niall lay on top of her back and stretched his hand to interlock it with her fingers as he pushed in more.

"Oh, Niall ," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper. "You feel so good inside me, so big, so powerful."

Niall began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he thrust in and out of her, each stroke driving them both closer to the edge. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive nub.

Amy's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as Niall’s cock and fingers worked in tandem, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel another orgasm building within her, her muscles clenching around Niall's cock as he continued to thrust into her.

"Oh, Niall , I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her voice a ragged moan. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

"Oh yeah, should i make you edge like u mad me? maybe that will teach u a lesson" He said stopping his movements

"No, baby im sorry, i wont do it again , please please dont stop." Amy pleaded with desperate gasps

Niall's fingers moved faster, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt Amy's body tighten around him. With a final thrust, he sent them both tumbling over the edge, their orgasms crashing over them like a tidal wave.

Amy's moans turned to cries of pleasure, her body shuddering as she came, her inner walls clenching around Harry's cock, milking it for all it was worth. Niall's own orgasm tore through him, his cock twitching as he filled Amy's ass with his seed.

As they both came down from their high, Niall gently pulled out of Amy's, collapsing beside her on the bed. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“Holy” Amy started

“I know” Niall said, just as shocked as he processed the events.

Finally after cleaning up ,they fell In a comfortable slumber, wrapped in each others arms.

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[venusstyless]

STARTED WRITING SOMETHING TODAY!!!

So as i’ve made it aware i’ve been in the biggest writing slump since i started this page but i started writing something today and i’m lowkey obsessed with it already?

i don’t wanna get your hopes up bc i’m not entirely sure when i’ll finish it but i just wanted to give you a bit of it.

Go easy on me sunshines!! xoxo<33

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Harry missed this feeling.

The feeling of the flutters you get in the pit of your stomach when talking to someone new, someone that somehow caught your attention when it wasn't planned. He missed the feeling that you get when you want to memorize someone, when you want to dive deep into a person's life just for the pleasure of getting to know all of them.

The short feeling of electricity that shoots through his fingertips when they just barely pass hers as they reach for the same pen, the way their cheeks deepen a crimson color when their eyes meet after their finger linger just a touch too long.

He misses the feeling of intimacy.

And it's wrong.

Wrong to feel that he lacks that, that he lacks the intimacy that he craves from his wife. And it's wrong to begin to feel a spark of that with the woman across from him, the woman who isn't wearing his ring on her left hand. The woman who didn't promise him forever, the woman who he didn't plan a future with at the age of 19.

The woman who is most certainly not his wife, Alex.

But he can't help it.

It's not like he planned for it to happen, he didn't expect to begin to feel something for his teaching assistant. But he does.

He feels everything.

The rush in his chest when she looks at him. The way his breath gets caught in his throat when they pass each other just a bit too closely. The way his body craves to hold her, to just wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against him. The way his lips itch to get a sliver of what it would be like if he simply laid his upon hers.

He shouldn't be thinking about her like this, he knows that. He's painfully aware of it.

He's just not sure if he has it in himself to not let himself slip down that slope, to allow himself to feel the pleasure that she can offer him.

Because she's the biggest temptation in his life. She's the one thing that he would risk it all for.

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[skullsuited]

drunk & high.

gif credit.

an lhh!era/fwb!harry imagine that is simply riddled with pure filth, wine consumption & marijuana smoking. inspired by true events.

smut warning: some heavy degradation/dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, p-in-v sex. this is just straight up porn without plot.

Maybe it was the red wine, perhaps it was the fact that you’d both drunk almost the entirety of the bottle.

It could’ve been the joint you two smoked. Harry always has good weed, it continuously blows your mind how pure and strong it is. 

Whatever it was, it had led you to this very moment. Your feelings of undeniable lust and mutual appreciation for one another, along with your inebriation and intoxication had found a home in your bodies and the scene you were in would be burned into your memory for the foreseeable future.

Your lower half is exposed, leggings and underwear pulled down just enough so Harry has access to your core. “Please…” You whine submissively, lying on your stomach as anticipation courses through your veins. You want him so badly and the state of your mind is only making him look ten times sexier than you usually find him. 

Harry towers over you, growling with dominance and desire as he grips your hips with one hand and guides his cock into your cunt with the other, emerald eyes gazing down at you from above. 

It’s clear he wants you just as much as you want him.

Your jaw slackens as he pushes inside of you, a gasp leaving your throat as his cock stretches you out in the familiar, practiced way it always has. After a few years of exploring each other’s bodies, you both are knowledgeable in how to make one another moan or render each other absolutely speechless – though, he’s the one who usually has you doing those things. 

Harry’s quick to lie on top of you, his chest pressed to your back as he begins to thrust slowly, heavy breaths and soft grunts leaving his raspberry colored lips. Your eyes meet and his hand tangles in your hair to maneuver your head, lips meeting yours in a sloppy-sweet kiss. 

It’s brief, a gradually growing makeout session that only lasts a few seconds, but you take it for what it's worth. Then he really starts fucking you. His hands find your hips and his torso is no longer pressed to yours, but the sight above you is almost mesmerizing; head thrown back, features screwed up in pleasure and concentration and all you can do is gape at him, watch as he takes you, takes you like you belong to him and only him. 

Your eyes shut, too lost in the pleasure you’re receiving from the man hovering above you. 

“D-Daddy, oh…” You moan, body moving like the sea’s tide, allowing yourself to relax and simply be fucked by Harry. One of his hands tangles in your hair again, pulling at it before pushing your head into the mattress, a low groan rumbling in his chest. 

You both move in quick succession, the wine and the weed impairing time and heightening pleasure as your bodies mold to each other, forgetting about the outside world or your duties as adults. Right now, in the safe space of his bedroom, the only thing and only people that matter are you and him and the art you’ve both perfected when it came to being sexual partners. 

Harry pulls out of you briefly, flipping you both onto your sides before pushing back into you. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten his cock, how wet you’ve gotten as he resumes fucking you, thrusting with fervor. His right arm is wrapped around your chest, keeping you pressed to his own, while his left hand is anchored to your waist, pulling your ass into him. 

“L-love taking your c-cock.” You speak, words broken by ecstasy. 

His lips are near your ear, “Yeah, take this cock you fucking cockslut.” 

Your hand finds its way in between your legs, preoccupying your fingers with rubbing your clit in fast, small circles. “Oh my God, oh my God…”

“Gonna cum for me, darling? Hm? Are you goin’ to cum on Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes- yes, fuck, Harry.” You babble, your free hand clawing at the arm he’s got wrapped around your chest. You aren’t quite sure how much time has passed since you initially started your tryst, but you do know that your impending orgasm is approaching rather quickly. “Want- want your cum. Want you to cum inside me.” You add, hopefully spurring his own release on. 

“Yeah? You want my cum?”

You nod jerkily, body shaking as your orgasm draws nearer. You are so close, but you don’t want to cum without him.

“Then take it.” Harry growls and before your brain can register it, you feel his cock throb inside you, his thrusts slowing as he empties himself. The feeling alone sends you into overdrive, your own release crashing down on you with intensity as you tense up, moaning his name like a mantra. 

“That’s it. S’ a good slut.” He murmurs, thrusting his hips languidly into you, fucking you slowly through your orgasm. Your fingers cease their movements once Harry stops his, your hand falling away from your clit. 

You both go quiet, breathing heavily as your climaxes dissipate and you wade in the post coital bliss. Harry pulls out of you gently before settling on his back, pulling your body into his. Your head rests on his chest and a smile pulls at your lips as his arm wraps around you, holding you close. 

“Can we do this again?” You ask, nuzzling your face into his chest a bit.

“I don’t see why not.” He replies. 

You nod, silence slipping over the moment as sleep pulls you both under. 

Perhaps getting drunk and high with Harry would become a whole new adventure.

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Louis Tomlinson is a violent thug who went on James Corden to talk about subjecting members of his staff to water torture and sleep deprivation.

What kind of depraved fucker gets the master key to everyone's rooms and goes round screaming in their faces to wake them up just because they went to bed early?

No wonder he's hated in the industry. No wonder the other 1d guys slept in a different hotel from him. He's a vicious bastard who's completely out of control.

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if i knew you were coming, id have baked you a cake

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The Underground • Part 1

Warning

This is a smutty one-shot that contains themes of infidelity and light BDSM.

Hope you enjoy! ♡

Word count - Part 1 - 6.3k

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"Jess, I'm starting to second guess this" I whisper to my friend as she attempts to pick a lock that might set off every alarm in the building.

We were lucky enough that there isnt security over here.

"Mars, we are doing this for you. You said you were looking for an adventure and it just so happens that this is one of the hottest parties of the year"

The lock in the door clicks and she turns to look at me.

"Score!" She exclaims with delight, pulling the heavy door open.

"I've heard rumors about the families who throw these parties, Jess. Do you really want to be found dead in the river?" She laughed and pulled me into a hallway.

Suddenly the muffled thumping of the music is much louder.

"Well, at least it's an adventure" She smiled and takes one of the masks I am holding.

"Besides, we both look like we own half of England. No one will know" She puts the mask over her face.

It covered most of her face, it was gorgeous. It was black with navy blue jewels.

I thought the feather was a bit much, but Jess has always had a flair for the dramatic.

"Come on, Mars, put on your mask and have fun. You need this" She took the mask from my hands and put it on my face.

"Just pretend that this is your life. Walk around like you have 20 million in your bank account" She took my hands and smiled.

"Come on, let's go find the fun" She laughed and pulled me down the hallway.

We found the stairwell and Jess pulled me all the way until we found the doors leading to where the party is.

It is hard to ignore the eyes as we made our way there.

People scattered around the halls in fancy dresses, wearing masks that only showed their piercing eyes or perfectly painted lips.

It's intimidating as hell.

I need a drink.

When we get into the main hall of the party, it is stunning.

I have no idea how we managed to get in.

We were in the heart of the city in one of the largest hotels in England. They shut this place down for a week just to get ready for this party.

"I'm going to find the bar" I say to Jess. She nods at me, but her eyes are checking out something else.

Someone else.

"Time to get me a rich man" She smiles at me.

"Text me if you need me, alright Mars?" She squeezed my hand and then picked herself up and walked towards a man in a very expensive looking suit.

I want to have fun, I do. But worry and doubt floods my brain.

Am I really going to do this?

I sigh and attempt to pick myself up the way Jess had done.

Just, find the bar, have a drink. You will be fine.

I can feel the eyes on me as I walk past people, all of them dressed in some of the most luxurious dresses and suits I have ever seen.

And here I am wearing my bridesmaid dress from my sister's wedding.

I'm like a naked eye sore.

I think this is what my therapist meant by negative talk.

I make my way to the bar that has been set up.

It's huge, set up in a perfect square with bar stools around all of it.

Lucky for me, there's a spot open. I quickly make my way to it and sit down.

"Vodka, straight" I say to the man behind the bar. Even the bar tenders are dressed to extravagance.

Without a question, 3 shots are placed in front of me.

God knows I'm going to need it. I take one of them, drowning it.

I quickly do the same with the second, I go to grab the third but before I can, someone takes it.

"Hey" I turn to the one who took it, he smiles and takes the stool next to me.

"Don't 'Hey' me, darling. You aren't paying for it" He said, a grin on his face.

Men.

He waves at the one of the bar tenders and more shots are put in front of me.

"See, no need for the fuss" He takes one of them and easily takes it.

I look over him a bit more after he's settled next to me.

Half his face is covered by a stunning gold and black mask.

But his eyes are perfectly visible.

They are bright green and I can see the glittery eyeshadow around his eyes, his lips are also painted in a clear sparkly gloss.

I complain about men a lot, but Jesus, some of them are gorgeous.

"Do I have something on my face, Darling?" He smiles at the stupid joke he makes.

I can feel the warmth of the vodka in my blood and I laugh.

He orders a cocktail for each of us.

"How are you enjoying the party, Love?" He stirs the drink and looks over me.

"It's quite stunning really, I just got here so, drinks and then some fun"

He smiles and continues to stir his drink.

"Funny, the doors closed a little over an hour ago"

I choke a little on the drink and set it down. Trying to keep my cool.

Am I that obvious that I don't belong here?

"What's your name, sweetheart?" He asks, he takes a sip from his drink and sets it down. His eyes not leaving me for a second.

I freeze for a moment, I definitely shouldn't use my real name.

"E-Emma" I stumble on it a little bit.

He looks down at his drink, his fingers playing with the toothpick in the glass.

I glance over the fancy rings he's wearing and then quickly look at him.

His little smile turns into a smirk.

"Alright, Emma" The emphasis on Emma makes my skin crawl.

How he knows, I have no idea.

God, I hope Jess is okay.

"It may seem like a lot of people, but it really isn't. You should see the parties in Rome" He takes one of the shots and dumps it into his cocktail.

I take another shot, needing more alcohol in my system.

I'm trying, very hard not to freak out.

Every alarm and red light is going off in my brain.

Oh my God, I'm going to get murdered.

"Not many get invited to parties like this, how did you manage. Not to say you aren't a very sexy woman" His smile is intoxicating.

Maybe it's the alcohol hitting me.

Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in my head.

"My uncle, Jack Carlton-"

God, what a bullshit lie.

I read an article about him a week ago, something about another museum being opened up in North London.

"He got me in" I pick up the drink he got me and take another sip.

I try to sound confident in my answer, but my teeth are knawing on my lip.

"You're apart of the Carlton family?" I nod my head and smile at him.

"What about you, Mr. Fancy Suit? You seem so interested in my life, but what about you"

As the liquor takes over, I reach out and poke his chest.

He grabs my hand, I go to pull it away but he holds my hand up.

"Are you married, darling?"

Fuck.

I was going to take it off, but it was the fanciest peice of jewelry I owned.

I stay quiet, letting him hold my hand and eye the ring on my finger.

"Are they here with you?" He smiles at me and more gently places his hand in my lap.

His fingers just barely brush over my thigh, and they tense.

I shake my head.

Trying to wish away the pulsing I feel from just his fingertips.

He laughed and brought his hand to my cheek. His fingers trace along my jaw.

"I can't say I blame you, honey. Considering the family you're from, I'd be pretty fuckin' disappointed with that ring as well"

His thumb went over my bottom lip.

"Makes me think that this pretty lady, isn't satisfied" His fingers come down, tracing the vein in my neck and then pulling his hand away.

His smile never falters. Not even once.

He waves to the tender for more drinks and then looks back at me.

"What is it sweetheart, boredom? Spouse not fun enough to join you?" He wonders, he takes the cherry from his drink and I watch as he pops it between his glittery lips.

He reads me easily and it drives me fucking insane.

I quickly chug the rest of my drink and pull the new one towards me.

"Let me guess, love" He leans closer to me and I want to pull back but he smells divine.

"They don't know you're here" His unwavering smiles twists into a wicked smirk.

I shiver when his breath hits my skin.

"No, he doesn't" I answer him, my voice almost cracking.

Fear, anxiety and a hint of excitement floods me.

"Why is that, Emma?"

Again, he emphasizes the name.

"I-I-" I freeze for a moment, mixed emotions raging through my stomach.

"I don't know"

"Sure you do" He places his hand on my knee, but his eyes don't leave mine.

"Tell me, Emma, what are you looking for?"

I glance down at the hand on my leg, his hands are large, warm. I want to tighten my legs together but I know he'll notice.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart" He chuckles.

A deep part of my subconscious pictures taking his hand and raising it higher. It already felt like more attention than I've been getting for the last six months.

This time he leans right into me, his lips at my ear.

"Trust me, I'm really good at keeping secrets"

The mystery man pulls back, but his hand still rests on my knee.

Am I really about to tell this stranger about my martial problems?

Fuck it, why not? I'm practically drunk. I hope this is something I don't remember in the morning.

"He's boring. He wants kids, the picket fence life" I shake my head, reaching for another drink.

"I don't, I want to be adventurous, have fun. We had plans to travel the world together, but after we got married. It just got, plain"

Suddenly, I can't stop talking.

All of this weight I carry, without telling almost anyone about it, I dump onto this stranger in the middle of a million dollar party I shouldn't even be at.

But God, does it feel good.

As nerve racking as it is, I haven't done something like this in a long time.

"God, don't even get me started on the sex" I shake my head and laugh.

"It's the same thing every time. Don't get me wrong, we still have sex. But would it kill him to try something new? I'm sick of it. I tried talking to him about it and even bought some stuff for us to try and spice things up. Nothing, he gives me nothing. Offended that I feel the need to add a toy into the mix. God, I don't think I've had an orgasm in over a year-"

I realize what I'm talking about and quickly stop myself by chugging yet another cocktail.

"No wonder you're so tense, darling"

This time, my legs do tighten when he squeezes my knee.

"A man that cannot please or satisfy you, is not a man at all" He raises his hand up my leg and then brings it up under my chin.

"My poor little darling, no woman should be deprived of pleasure" He pulls me closer to his face.

"I live for pleasure" He outlines my lips and I try very hard not to let my heart jump out of my chest.

He's so forward, insanely flirtatious and I don't know what to make of it.

I don't want him to stop. I haven't felt this good in so long. Just his fingertips felt like little shocks against my skin.

I came here with unfaithful intentions. As terrible as it sounds. I hated the way I felt about my husband, but I was tired of living this facade. I'm not happy anymore.

I needed something else. I needed satisfaction. I craved it.

"Come, darling. Dance with me"

I'm taken from my trance by the mystery man.

He smiles, this time wide enough that I can see his perfectly white teeth and the dimples on his cheeks.

He stands up from the stool and takes my hand. He pulls me from my seat and towards the front of the lobby where a stage had been set up.

The music is live and in front of the stage is a dance floor.

It felt like an after party for the Met Gala. It's insane.

Like he's prince, people moved as we came by.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him.

His hands felt so fucking good on my body.

I wanted more.

He brought his lips up to my ear again and my body melted.

The alcohol, him, the way he moved my hips to the beat of the drums.

I'm burning up.

"This could be the start of a very interesting friendship, my darling"

I held onto his shoulders tightly, trying to stay in time with the way he swayed me around.

"But, I am not a man who appreciates being lied to" He squeezes my hips hard.

"So how about you, be a good girl, and tell me your name?"

I bite my lip until it's almost bleeding.

"I-I'm-" He shushed me.

"Let's start over, princess. Tell me your name" He demands quietly into my ear.

But it's so hard to focus on him with the way his hands firmly held onto my hips.

"Mars" I say softly, my hands moving up into his hair.

"Hm, what a stunning name you have" His lips grace my jaw only for a moment before he pulls back and presses his forehead against my own.

"Is this alright with you, my love? I have no intentions of trying to make you uncomfortable" He looks at me, his flirtatious demeanor turns more serious.

I nod, my ability to speak is gone.

I'm not uncomfortable in anyway, the moment he came up to me I felt like I was in a trance. His eyes were supernatural.

How could I say no to this?

Even with the mask it's easy to tell how handsome this guy is.

"What's your name?" I ask, looking into his gorgeous eyes.

He smiles but doesn't answer my question.

"Mars, my love, you don't have to worry about me" He raises one of his hands until its on the back of my neck.

I can feel the eyes watching us, but my fear is gone.

I'm lost in this, in this mysterious man.

I don't want this moment to end.

We weren't slow dancing, the music is to upbeat for that but the way he made me move with him is methodical and so fucking sexy.

He held on tight. One hand on my hip and the other on the back of my neck. Our foreheads were pushed together and his eyes were staring into my own.

It felt like we were the only people in the room.

"Hm, I'd fuck you right here if it were that kind of party" His lips were dangerously

close to my own.

My eyes went wide and he just smiled innocently.

"Those are the fun kind of parties" He smiled even wider.

"These are just the boring ones, keep up appearances"

This is definitely not boring. I feel like I'm going to faint.

"Exclusive parties" He whispered, his fingertips dug into my hips and my knees buckled.

"Definitely not one you can sneak your way into" He bit his lip and then smirked.

"Hm, I like you, Mars" He moved even closer, his cheek against my own.

"If you're looking for something, I have a few things I can show you" He moved his hand from the back of my neck and slid it along my arm until he had my hand in his.

He pulled it back and laced our fingers together. He played with the ring on my finger.

"Not sure your husband would appreciate it" He moved his lips along my jaw until our faces were lined up again.

"Please" I say softly, not knowing how to speak but desperately wanting whatever this man wanted to show me.

"Please what, my love?" He asked softly.

He held my hand tightly and then suddenly spun me around and pulled my back against his chest.

He let go of my hand and placed his back on my hip. He held me tight to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Show me" I whisper, spinning back around to face him.

I run my fingers up into his hair. I pulled his face as close as I could without kissing him.

But fuck, did I ever want too.

His lips were so tasty looking. Sparkling with the gloss he was wearing.

The makeup just making him even more sexy.

"Find me, before you leave, princess. I'll have something for you" He kissed me for a fucking second and bit my lip.

Suddenly he pulled back from me and turned around.

Leaving me there, breathless.

I was frozen in place. My head is spinning and I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Holy shit.

"Mars?" Jess finds me, still reeling in the middle of the dance floor.

She comes up to me and places her hands on my shoulders.

I shake myself from the trance and look at Jess and smile.

"Holy shit" I finally say it out loud.

"Holy shit is right, babe" She laughs and starts to dance with me.

All I can think about is that man.

"This is the best fucking thing we've ever done" I say to her and she smiles at me.

"I told you, miss 'I think this is a bad idea'" I smile and hug her, spinning her around with me.

"I have never felt so free!"

Both of us are laughing now.

"I definitely noticed that" She giggles and pulls back from me.

"You basically had the whole party watching you two" She whispers in my ear.

My cheeks go hot and Jess smirks.

"Jess, fuck. He's the sexiest man I've ever met in my entire life" I grab her shoulders and shake her a little bit.

"Seems like a lot of women here think the same. Could see them starring daggers at you with the way you were dancing with him" She smiled even more.

"What's his name?" She wondered.

I stop suddenly, realizing he never told me.

Fuck I wish I knew it.

Because I want to dream of him, I want to scream it.

"He never told me, he just told me to find him before I leave"

I look around, trying to see if I can spot him, but nothing.

"Well, we are going to have to find this man, aren't we?" She poked me playfully.

"First, let's enjoy this party some more" She laughed and began to dance again.

I can't describe the way I'm feeling. I haven't felt this amazing in so long.

My life up until this point just felt like time was passing me by and I was going nowhere.

The flame of my marriage has burnt out, on my end. I felt empty, lonely and bored.

I was so desperate to find something, anything to make me feel this way.

I wanted to be excited again. I wanted to have fun. I didn't want to settle down, I didn't want to have kids.

I want to explore, I want to be dangerous.

"Okay, so tall, black suit, and a gold plated mask?" I nod, walking around.

I am desperate to find this man.

"Let's split up" Jess says to me, I agree and she speeds off.

It feels like I look everywhere, I go back to the bar and search all around it. I even ask the bartenders if they have seen him. But nothing.

I feel like a lost puppy looking for it's owner. I walk around the entire lobby twice. But I don't want to give up. I didn't even get a

name.

If I stop searching, I'll never find him again.

Two more times I walk around, but he's a ghost.

Smoke, disappeared.

Did he leave?

I retrace every step I took with him and I find nothing. Not a trace of the man who took my breath away.

I sigh, making my way to the door where Jess and I are supposed to meet.

I see her standing there and I pray she had better luck than me.

But as I come up to her, she shakes her head.

"Nothing?" I ask, she shakes her head and places her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, babe" I turn around and lean against the door.

"It's alright" I say, tilting my head back.

"It's probably a stupid idea anyways"

But my heart shatters just a bit.

He's unforgettable. Those eyes are burned into my brain.

"We could try one more time?" She suggests, but I shake my head.

"I walked around this place a million times. He's gone"

I close my eyes and bring myself to the moment we shared on the dance floor.

He's amazing. Unreal.

"I'm sorry, hun" She's says sadly.

"How about, we go get an uber and go to that little diner we love?" I open my eyes and smile at her.

"I could really use a milkshake right now" I say, nodding my head.

"Okay, I'm gonna go out and get us an Uber" She opens the door.

"I'm just gonna wait for a few minutes, I'll meet you out there" I reassure. She kisses my cheek and smiles at me before she leaves.

I look out into the crowd of people throughout the lobby, but I see nothing.

I close my eyes again and breathe. I take in the night and smile to myself.

No matter how I feel at the moment, tonight was still the best night of my life. I snuck into the party of the year and met the most intoxicating man I'll ever meet.

I pictured his lips in my head, the way they were perfectly painted. I thought about the brief taste of them and the way his teeth sunk into my lip.

I'm whipped by a man who's name I didn't even know.

I imagine all the possibilities of what he could have possibly showed me.

I think about the words he said to me that made my thighs slick.

He gave me a taste of the drug and I am hooked.

A high I may never be able to reach again.

I sigh again and open my eyes. Forcing myself back into the harshness of reality.

"Not going to leave without finding me, are you, princess?" I jump almost right out of my heels and look next to me.

And there he is.

Just standing next to me like he's been there all night.

He smiles at me.

"I-Ive been looking everywhere for you" I whisper, making him smile.

"Hm, I know" He licks his lips and then pulls something out of his jacket. He picks up my hand and presses his lips to it.

"I hope to see you soon. And, how about this stays between us, sweetheart" He hands an envelope to me and just as fast as he's there, he's gone again.

I looked down at the envelope he gave to me. It's completely blank on the outside.

I stare at it, wondering what could possibly be in it.

I'm tempted to open it, but I don't. I hold it tightly in my hand and look over the party once more.

This time, I do see him. Hes looking right at me with that smile on his face.

He holds up his glass to me and then takes a sip before turning around.

This man is going to be the death of me.

________

It's been 2 weeks since me and Jess snuck into that party. A party that has completely changed my life.

I didn't tell Jess about the envelope he gave to me.

I opened it as soon as I got home. All that was on it was an address and a date.

Today's date.

The address was for a club, in one of the richest places in London.

In an amazing stroke of luck, Daniel is working late tonight. So it will be easier to get ready.

I had really no idea what this club was going to be.

But God, I was dying of excitement.

I felt like a teenager going to their prom.

This time, I bought something online to wear tonight.

Perhaps, having emergency money for when I want to run away, should have been a red flag for this marriage.

It's not like Daniel was an awful man. Which made things so much worse. I know he loved me deeply, but he's so bland and unaware of the way he speaks.

Everyday is the same, the sex is always the same. It feels like we are in two different worlds.

I look in the mirror, carefully painting my lips red.

I want to feel bad about what I'm doing, but I don't. Not anymore.

All I could think about was this man.

To think that Daniel almost actually got me to come when we had sex the other night and it wasn't even him.

I just imagined him, those bright green eyes and sparkling pink lips.

I look myself over in the mirror, I look fucking good.

I bought a dress online and it looked even better on than it did online.

A black skin tight dress with a see through corset top. It revealed quite a bit, but I loved it.

I don't feel self conscious, I feel like a bad bitch. I run my fingers through my hair and smile at myself.

Tonight, is going to be so much fun.

I couldn't get there fast enough. I sat in the back of the taxi, anxiously watching out the window. I felt confident and sexy, but I'm nervous.

What if this man doesn't even remember me?

What did I agree to?

I play with the end of the dress and watch as the cab pulls up to a stunning club, a crowd of people outside waiting to get in.

I stare for a moment, in awe of it.

In awe of everything. I can feel the adrenaline kick in.

I hastily make my way out the taxi and brush myself off.

I pull out the envelope and walk to the front of the line, ignoring the glares from people waiting in line.

Part of me just wants to make sure I'm in the right place.

"This is the right address?" I ask, handing over the peice of paper to the bouncer.

He looked it over and then at me. He looked me up and down and then opened the bar for me, just allowing me to walk right inside.

Well, alright then. A free ticket away from that God awful line, definitely not complaining.

I make my way into the club. The music is pounding and even though this is still one of the most high-class neighborhoods in all of London, this wasnt nearly as fancy as the masquerade I snuck into.

It was much darker, lights flashing everywhere, people dancing like no one is around.

I smiled, thinking about the dance I shared with the man.

Thinking about the words he said to me as we did. Telling me he would have fucked me right there if he could.

First stop, the bar.

I don't know how I'm going to find him in here.

Though, he somehow manages to find me.

At the masquerade, I had looked around a stupid amount of times and couldn't spot him.

Like he was playing a game with me.

Like he watched every step I took and did the opposite.

I wanted to play the same game with him, but I had a feeling I wasn't the one with the power here.

I took a seat at the bar and got myself a round of shots.

I down two of them before spinning in my stool to look around at the club and the people dancing.

I take it all in, enjoying it. I'm sure Jess would have loved this.

But I wanted it to myself. I wanted this secret to myself.

I wanted to feel powerful.

It was invigorating.

I turn back around and take the third shot.

Already, the alcohol clings to me and I feel warm. Lightheaded, but in a good way.

"Hm, I was hoping to see you here, darling"

His voice is directly behind me and I jump.

God, he needs to stop that.

I spin around and look up at him.

This time, he isn't wearing a mask.

Holy fuck.

He's stunning.

"Todd, give us another round" He said, waving to the bar tender behind the counter.

He looks down at me and he smiles.

"I like this view darling" He leans and whispers in my ear.

"Would be even better on your knees" I shiver and bite my lip.

He sits next to me and easily takes a shot.

Fuck its hot.

He is so hot, I feel like I'm sweating.

His lips are painted a muted pink and his eyes are done a sparkly gold.

His cheeks are highlighted and it just defines his gorgeous face even more.

I don't know what it is about guys and makeup, but mother of God.

"My lovely Mars, how does it feel not having to sneak in?" He asks, looking at me with a smirk.

My face goes red and I drown the question with another shot.

He remembered my name.

"Not as dangerous" I say, looking at him and smiling playfully.

"The night is young, my love. Plenty of time for that"

I refrain from biting my lip. I don't want to look so desperate but it's so hard.

It's so hard not to just stare at him.

He's a walking piece of art.

"Besides, honey. This isn't the party I invited you to" He says, sipping from a glass.

I look at him, confused.

"What do you mean?" I wonder.

God, that smirk is mesmerizing.

"This, this is just a club, beautiful"

I'm brought back to the night of the masquerade when he places his hand on my leg.

This time, his skin is directly on mine and I can't hide the heat of my skin.

"Remember how I told you about those, exclusive parties?"

His hand slides higher until he reaches the hem of my dress. His fingers running along it.

I do bite my lip this time and I nod.

I can't think with his hand where it is.

"Want to take a walk with me, baby?" I take a deep breathe when his hand grips the inside of my thigh.

I nod again.

He squeezes harder and smiles at me. He stands up and takes my hand, pulling me through the crowd of people.

He takes me to the back of the club and through a locked door.

It's very dimly lit and just in front of us is a flight of stairs leading to another door.

Before he leads me down them, he grabs my hips and pushes me against the wall.

He leans his forehead against mine and brings one of his hands to my chin.

"Now, my love. Since this your first time, this is more of an introduction" He smiles again.

"Just a little peak into what I could bring into your life" He wraps his hand around my throat and lightly kisses me.

"But, when I say this is exclusive. I mean it. The only way people get into this, is an invitation by me. Or, my friend Ruby. Who you will meet, in time" He kisses me again.

I can feel my heart beating like it's about to come out of my chest.

"You are never allowed to bring anyone here, or tell anyone about this. Do you understand me, sweetheart?"

His lips are practically against my own, I can feel his breath. I can taste it.

I can't find words. So I nod again.

He tightens his grip on my neck and bites my lip.

"Words, Mars" His tone is calm, but demanding.

"I-I understand"

I try not to melt into a puddle when he kisses me for a third time.

He pulls back just as it's about to heat up.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Taking a lot in me to not fuck you right here"

He opens his eyes and smiles wide.

He pulls back from me and takes my hand again, leading me down the steps and to the door.

He pulls a key out and unlocks it, opening it up and leading me through it.

I didn't know what to expect, but Jesus Christ.

Jesus, is definitely not coming through those doors.

When the door closes behind us, it's like the club above us doesn't exist. I can't here the pounding music at all.

Instead, the music is a lot more mellow. It's sexy.

The first thing that catches my eye is the small stage. On it, is a stripper pole.

And a stripper, a gorgeous one at that.

She has almost white hair and is just gliding around the pole with an elegance.

I'm so entranced by her that it takes me a second to notice the two cages on each side of the stage. Both of them have people in it.

In one, is a man. He's on his knees with a gag in his mouth and his hands behind his back. He seems to be just as entranced by the woman on stage as I am.

In the other, is a girl in the exact position as the man.

None of them even react to us coming in.

In front of the stage are two love seats.

One of them is occupied by a couple.

I bite my lip as my eyes glance between what is going on.

I can see the back of a man's head and on his lap is another stunning looking girl.

It's not rough, it's almost sensual the way she is riding him.

This girl, does look up when we walk in. She looks directly at me and smiles. Her hand gripping the man's hair.

Holy shit.

"Come on, sweetheart"

The man, who's name is still unknown to me, tugs my hand and pulls me away from the main room into a long hallway.

Every few feet there is a door. Some are closed, some are open.

I glance into the open ones.

The first one we pass is just a simple room, with a large bed and at the end of it is a chair, for someone to watch.

Most of the open rooms are empty, but one of them has three people in it. Two men and a woman.

I only get a peak but the only thing in the room is a table, which on of the men seems to be strapped onto.

I get pulled past before I can see really what they are doing.

I'm lead all the way to the end of the hall, to another door. He opens it and pulls me in, shutting the door behind us.

This room, is pretty huge.

Against one wall, is a gorgeous king sized bed. On the roof above it, is a giant mirror. Giving the perfect view of the bed.

Hung on the walls is an assortment of things I have never seen, as well as toys, handcuffs and vibrators. There's strapons, a shelf solely just for plugs.

There's so much, I feel dizzy just looking at it. I can't imagine what's going in the other rooms.

"Welcome to The Underground, Sunshine" He turns to me and smiles.

He places a hand on my hip and the other around my neck.

He pulls me close to him.

"A place to explore anything your heart desires" He runs his fingers through my hair.

"It's a little overwhelming" I admit, taking a deep breath.

"You really have no experience with stuff like this, hun?"

I shake my head a little.

He pulls me even closer.

"I will gladly be your guide" He brushes my lips, his arm wrapped around my waist and holding me close to him.

"That is, if you want me to. This definitely isn't a place for everyone" He moves his lips along my jaw and I feel like I'm going to fall over.

I wanted to do this, so badly.

But I didn't even know this guy's name.

I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.

As wild as I may have been as a teenager, never anything to the extent of this.

"If you think this isn't something you want to get yourself into, you don't have to, darling" He chuckled a little and pulled back to look at me.

"I'm not holding you here. Don't feel pressured to stay if you aren't interested" He says seriously, tightening his hold around me.

"Just wanted to show you that there are other worlds out there for you, my love. Yours to explore and discover"

The sweetness in his voice is fucking heart melting.

"This is just a little slice of mine" He smiled at me and bit his lip.

"If you'd like a peice of it, just say the word"

I looked around and then at the man in front of me.

I've been looking for almost a year to find something, anything. I tried finding feelings for my husband again and living the life he wanted.

But there was nothing. No matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed good enough.

Not until I met this mysterious man in front of me.

End of Part 1.

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YOU WROTE ME

SPARE PARTS: blurb 1/1

THE TROUBADOUR, LONDON

(W) strong language, alcohol use, brief smut: if u can call it that

THIRD PERSON’S POV

9 MONTHS POST-SPLIT

“Why can’t you just trust that it’ll be fun?”

“Because you don’t even know who’s playing! What if it’s some screamo guy and I get traumatised.”

“Please, Charlie, you’ve met my friend. You think he’s going to guitar for a screamo guy?”

Charlie pauses, remembering everything she can from the brief meeting between her and Becca’s friend at her house party last week.

“Yes. Yes I do.”

Becca rolls her eyes, nodding in gratitude at the bouncers who let them into the Troubadour, past the lines and lines of people. Charlie has to admit that’s promising, at least. Surely a hundred teenage girls wouldn’t be queueing for something unworthwhile.

“I thought as a musician you’d be buzzing for a free invite to the Troub!”

Charlie’s turn to roll her eyes, now.

“The Troub?”

“Let me pretend I’m in on the lingo, too.”

“God, you’re just making it worse.”

Becca is Charlie’s only remaining friend from her pre-band days. In contact far too little, but enough to see each other in between schedules. Becca manages a restaurant in London, and throws killer house parties every Saturday. It’s ritual.

Of course, with band life, Charlie barely ever attended. But since the split and a (much too long) nine month hiatus from the industry, she’s had a little more time for living her 20s like she never entered that competition in the first place.

“You want a drink?” Becca shouts over the already loud crowd. Just as Charlie opens her mouth to answer, her forearm’s gripped so tightly she’s sure the blood supply’s been cut off.

“Oh my God! Charlie Greene?” A girl practically screams in her face, holding the hand that isn’t keeping Charlie there in a death grip over her mouth.

Despite her usually extreme routine when it comes to being avoided in public, Charlie assumed tonight could be a one off. Who would recognise her in this crowd, in this venue? Panic strickens her before Becca has to step in, shoving the girls palm off.

“Dude, don’t touch strangers like that.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just such a huge fan. I can’t believe you’re here! We all thought they were just rumours.”

“What?” Charlie’s dumbfound, forgetting all that media-trained ‘smile at the fans, don’t let them know you want to punch them’ bullshit.

“You know, you and–”

“Look, I’m sure you’re a nice kid, but we’re just trying to enjoy our night. You want me to buy you some alcohol to get you to go away?”

“Becca–”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, of course. E-enjoy your night.”

The poor girl scurries away, screaming something to her group but Charlie’s too riddled with guilt to hear what.

“For fuck’s sake, Becs, she’s like sixteen!”

“Gripped you like a forty year old WWE champ though, look at your arm!”

Charlie glances down, noticing the white and red splotches beneath the hazy blue lights. Becca has a point, even if she was a little harsh about it.

“Screw the drinks, let’s just get backstage before anyone else tries to cut off your circulation.”

Nodding, Charlie follows Becca through the crowd, making sure to keep her head down this time. Of course they’re asked for IDs and stage passes before getting through, Becca proudly letting security know they’re friends of the guitarist.

“I’m so proud of Mitch, man. He’s come so far. Can you believe he used to work in a pizza shop?”

“I know, it’s impressive shit,” Charlie nods, hugging her hoodie tight to her chest. Something bad swirls in her gut as she watches the audience from the safety of a thick curtain, seeing whispers and screams shared.

“You don’t think that’s about me, do you?” She points for Becca. Becca scoffs.

“Nah, don’t get too up your own ass, Char. The act’s probably about to come on.”

The band will be entering from stage left, opposite to them both. Charlie has to admit she’s curious. It’s been forever since she’s attended any kind of underground gig, it’s exciting – what music’s really about.

“Gemma Styles.”

Until that moment.

Ears ringing, throat drying, sweat forming. Charlie grips her hoodie so tight her knuckles blanch – she’s wrong, she has to be. It’s just her mind and anxiety playing tricks on her. It’d be impossible for–

“No way, Charlie?”

“Fuck.”

“… Charlie?”

“I mean hi! Sorry, hi!”

Pretending her ears aren’t still painfully ringing, Charlie accepts the open arms of the woman in front of her. Specifically, the sister in front of her. Her ears stop buzzing enough for her to hear Becca’s gasp beside her, and enough to hear her heart coming up through her throat.

“I can’t believe you’re here, it’s so good to see you!”

The one thing Charlie never understood was how Harry could be so intolerable and Gemma could be so… Gemma. Despite the ugliest truth she’s discovered in a while coming undone, she feels somewhat comforted by her hug and her words and her smile.

Perhaps they’re all a little too alike Harry, or perhaps the opposite. She can’t tell. There’s a lot happening.

“Yeah, um…” at a complete loss for words, Becca quickly steps in.

“Hi, I’m Rebecca. Friends with the guitarist.”

“Oh, Mitch! Isn’t he amazing? I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister.”

“Jesus, I’m sorry.”

Charlie shoots Becca a pointed glare. She apologises again, a little more sincerely this time.

“So does Harry know you’re here? Bet he’s thrilled, are the others here?”

“Um, no. And no. Not that I know of. I’m actually here for Mitch, too.”

“Oh, I–” Gemma frowns, understandably confused, but is cut off by the house lights dimming and some opening music starting.

Charlie pinches at her arm beneath the once soft material, it only now feels scratchy and too thick. Should she run? It seems like her only viable option. Except her feet are failing her and it’s too fucking late because–

“Hi everyone! I’m Harry, it’s a pleasure. This is my wonderful band, and we’re going to play a few songs for you. Starting with a new one, this is Complicated Freak.”

Frozen to her place, Charlie listened harbouring feelings she couldn’t quite place. Part of her wishes she had just done those few shots before she left like Becca had quite smartly suggested, but a larger part of her wishes she never came.

Because fuck, has she missed him.

She’s missed his voice, and his hands, and his eyes, and his dimples, and she could say she’s missed his hair but that’s gone with the last nine months. She missed watching him concentrate entirely too hard on playing the guitar and she missed watching that crease form between his brows as he closes his eyes and just feels the music. His music.

The music that sounds eerily familiar. Then suddenly flashes of a tour bus come to mind; long hair and slender fingers strumming a guitar. Lyrics that rendered a little to close to home but were promptly ignored at the time now echo the venue, echo her chest.

“Thank you so, so much everyone. I’ll see you soon!”

Harry lifts his palm to the roaring crowd, intimate and small yet still as deafeningly loud as she remembers them always being for him. Begging for an encore, or at the very least one more wave.

But it’s only then that she realises, still stuck to the floor, that he’s taking his guitar off. He’s offering the audience one final bow and kiss, and he’s turning, and he’s walking, and he’s grinning ear to ear and accepting his friends and family’s congratulations, and then he’s stopping, and he’s staring, and his lungs have stopped and his heart has faltered and–

“You wrote me.”

His lips quiver, paused in an effort to say the right thing. Say anything.

“Yeah, I…”

It’s as if the venue and people around them grew wings and flew away as time itself stopped just for them. The first time they had seen eye to eye in the time you could grow a whole fucking baby for God’s sake – and yet they could barely speak. So much unsaid, it’s almost too much. What do you start to say to the love of your life – who you lost?

Luckily, the people around them didn’t actually grow wings.

“We’ll see you later, H,” his older sister squeezes his dead arm, nodding towards Charlie (as if she saw) and then the other confused onlookers who had developed behind them during the show but fuck if Charlie noticed.

Gemma leads the group out, leaving the pair of them in a silent standoff, the muted sound of a dying crowd and crew starting to clean punctuating the quiet.

“Drink?”

“I wanted to call you so many times.” Charlie finally admits, three double vodkas deep.

“Why didn’t you?” Harry almost whispers four whiskeys in.

Malibu’s, their old, usual haunt, has been avoided for the last nine months. Not a single band member dared to go, whether it be that Zayn no longer bartends there or that they were afraid of memories. But it felt like the only place for them to be right now. Elbows leant on the same sticky counter, knees pressed together in their tipsy mis-care, no time passed yet the whole world between them.

“I was scared.” Charlie begins. “I needed time, and after I realised that you leaving us didn’t really matter in the end, I was too late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, Harry. I saw the tabloids. A month after we split you were seen with this person, that person. You had moved on from us, from me.”

Her confession is startlingly sobering, and Harry can’t help but gulp down a painful lump at the way her eyes water. Harry hadn’t moved on in any sense of the word, Harry was simply trying to find Charlie in anyone he could. The way in which he had coped with his web of feelings for the woman for the past six and a half years.

“I could never move on from you, Char. I was just… lost.”

Charlie snorts, turning to down the rest of her drink.

“Baby I–”

They both freeze. Harry didn’t mean to call her that, but God, doesn’t it feel natural? Isn’t that why it slipped out in the first place? Yet, a slap in the face would have felt better for Charlie. The vodka gets caught in her throat, the once warm liquor running ice cold down her chest.

She turns, her heart melting at the sight of his face. It’s that same heartbreaking, broken concoction of regret and worry knitting his brows and dripping from his eyes. And it has her lips hungrily on his.

He catches her, grabbing her hips as he opens his legs for her and draws her to his chest, breathing in every inch of her. Because that’s what kissing Charlie is like. Oxygen for the first time, water for the first time, life for the first time. His rough hands snake up her back, grip her sides, pinch her skin. Her nails rake at the nape of his neck, muscle memory expecting locks to hold onto but finding short curls as their home instead.

Their tongues and lips work in an unspoken agreement, all the way to her new apartment by the bar, all the way to her bed.

They didn’t speak. They were both far too terrified to lose this moment. They just needed each other, the touch they’d both been desperately chasing for months. Charlie closes her eyes as Harry’s mouth starts its attack on her neck and is transported to Louis’ apartment, where she first felt that same desperation.

“Please.” She breathes, wrapping her legs around his hips, eliciting from him a muffled groan as she grinds up towards him. He nods into her neck, his lips still working down her soft skin. She still tastes the same, that strawberry vanilla he could drink by the gallon.

Charlie claws at his back, making an attempt to remove his black button-up as he moves down her body. She just about manages it as he settles between her legs, pushing up her denim dress without grace or care before biting the edge of her knickers.

The heels of her feet press into his toned back, her palms already fisting the sheets as he harshly grips her hips to push her back into the mattress.

A million thoughts run through Harry’s head, but fear holds him back from saying a single one of them. Months ago, he would’ve told Charlie everything. How good her thighs feel, how fucking pretty she looks laying there, needy for him. How much her soft little pants sound like she should be begging for him, how hard he is for her like this.

But he can’t. For all he knows, he’s simply a mouth right now. He’s not Harry, he’s just something she needs, and fuck if he’ll be whatever she needs.

So he bites into her inner thigh, sucking away the sharpness as she grips and tugs at his hair. He moans into her skin, eyelashes fluttering against her hips as he kisses the top of her pubic bone. His touch is rough in every place but his lips as he makes a path to her core, pressing teasing kisses over her clit. Her knickers are fucking soaked through, and the sight alone is enough to send him berserk.

“Charlie, I’m gonna have to–”

“Please, just–”

With that sliver of permission, he reaches down, squeezing himself over his trousers. The slightly relieved pressure has him gasping against her lace, which quickly becomes wetter. Charlie sits up on her elbows, watching Harry touch and squeeze while he continues to tease her.

And it’s there. In between the need and the pleasure, Charlie begins to cry. Softly, quietly, but enough to garner Harry’s distracted attention.

“Hey, hey,” Harry moves back up her body, tugging her dress back into place as he squeezes her hip, “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s fine.” Charlie’s voice cracks as her head hits the pillow, hot tears quickly meeting her hairline before she can wipe them away.

“Sweetheart–”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart.” Charlie murmurs between gritted teeth, sending Harry aback. He sits up on his heels, his touch slowly leaving her. Charlie presses her palms into her eyes, squeezing the tears out as she muffles sobs against her hands.

“That’s the problem.”

It’s hardly above a whisper, but Harry hears every last syllable. Leaning back over her, he removes her fists, gently brushing her blotchy cheeks.

“I’m just drunk and emotional and weird and–”

“Stop it,” Harry murmurs, pulling her up to sit in front of him. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” When she doesn’t budge, he drops his head and whispers, “please.”

Charlie finds his eye. In so many ways, he’s unchanged. He still looks at her like that, and it crumbles her, just as easily as it did all those months ago.

“Everything got so fucked up, Harry. The band, me, us. I haven’t sang a chord in months. I see the guys, what, once, twice a month? And you…”

“It’s my fault, Char.” Harry sighs, collapsing beside her, rubbing his face. “I left, I split everyone up–”

“You needed to.” She interrupts, stern. “I didn’t realise at the time, it took me a while to accept it, but you needed to. Niall was starting a family, everyone was starting to burn out, even if we didn’t want to admit it.”

“You did the right thing.”

Those fives words are all that Harry’s wanted to hear for nine months. He’s spent countless, sleepless nights wondering if he’d messed everything up for everyone, forever. If in his selfishness he’d forgotten to use logic.

“I’m just not sure I did.”

Harry frowns, turning to look at Charlie.

“What do you mean, Charlie?”

“I worry that I was… hasty. Rash.”

Harry can’t help the small smile that starts to tug at his lips. He lifts his knees and rests his chin on his palm to hide it.

“I did a really messed up thing, you were justified.”

“No.” Charlie sighs, looking at the ceiling. “I was right to be mad, but I wasn’t right to have said all the stuff I did. I was especially not right to leave you.”

Harry’s chest jumps, but he tries to calm his excited heart before Charlie can finish. When it comes to her, there’s no real predictability. She might be about to destroy him all over again.

“Those six years mean more to me than anything I’ve done in my entire life. You were there through everything, every shitty and amazing thing, all I can think about is flashes of you. My sister, my audition, my first heartbreak, my first– I could go on and on, but the point is, you were there.”

“Even if you annoyed the shit out of me for the better part of it, you’re my life, Harry. I was stupid to think I could ever live it in the same way without you.”

It’s impossible to fight his grin, now.

Charlie finally turns to face him, instantly rolling her eyes at the sight of him. His entirely too wide smile, his glinting eyes and how they quickly flit to her lips, the twitch between his brows that lets her know he’s holding back a comment.

And despite his speechlessness, his answer is obvious.

“You sure you don’t want someone easier?” Charlie lilts, swaying into him.

“Why on Earth would I want anyone else?”

“I don’t know. I yell at you a lot.”

“I’d rather have you hate my guts than have anyone else.” Harry takes her waist, easing her beneath him again as he hovers over her. “I’ve spent my entire life waiting to hear you say that, you know.”

“Entire life is a bit dramatic.” Charlie drapes her arms around his neck, her fingers finding his nape. That hair is going to take some getting used to.

“Nope,” Harry pops his P, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw. “You’re my life too, Char.”

She leans back into the pillow, her thumb circling his neck. “You mean it?”

It’s Harry’s turn to roll his eyes, now.

“You really have to ask? What more could I possibly do to prove to you that you’re it for me, you always have been.”

Charlie smirks. “I could think of something.”

“Always thinking with your dick, Greene.”

Charlie lets out a scoff, and Harry let’s his chest do whatever it wants.

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