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Forty Eight

Harry Styles

My cum mixed with hers drains down her inner thighs onto the shower floor, being swept away by the water to never be seen again. She tiredly falls into my shoulder, being really worn out this time.

This is the fifth day in a row we've stayed at each other's places. I don't know how we haven't gotten caught, especially since we only separate when she or Jade has therapy so they can hang out. Zayn and Louis asked me to go to the club with them once a couple nights ago, but I said I was busy and that was that.

Today, we're at my place.

I wash her off since we're in the shower, her tired pouty face pressing against my bare skin as her cheek squishes up on one side. Every once in a while, she kisses the skin near her face. This is the type of aftercare she needs from time to time, so I give her that.

I also don't mind it, really.

Once her body is washed and her hair is shampooed and conditioned, I slowly turn both of our bodies so I'm more under the water. She whines and clings herself to me to feel some of the warmth on her, her wobbly knees now between mine as she practically stands on top of me.

"It'll only take me a minute, you'll be okay." I chuckle at her reaction to the cold air hitting her back.

I wash my body, sort of struggling since she's latched to me like a koala bear. I manage to move her enough to get soap everywhere though, then rinsing myself off and shampooing my hair.

Once I'm clean, I turn off the water and slide the glass door of the shower open, ringing out her hair for her and wrapping her body up in a towel first. I then do the same to myself, pulling her to step out once we're both 75% dry.

"I hurt." She whines.

Fucking her five times in the span of twenty four hours is a lot, so I understand. I quadruple checked to make sure she was good every time after round two, and she eagerly insisted on continuing.

"Now we know four is your limit, and five's too much." I hold her face.

"Mhm." She tiredly nods into my hands.

It's only morning and she already looks like she could sleep for the next fifty years. We haven't even eaten anything yet. I brush her wet hair from her face with my fingers, tucking pieces behind her ears as her eyes stay closed.

We already brushed our teeth before getting into the shower, so I slowly guide her into the main part of my room to put some clothes on. She winces a little from the walking, making me feel a bit bad for wrecking her like this.

I slowly let go of her to go get clothes, her just standing there waiting for me to come back. I laugh under my breath and how she looks standing in the middle of my room blankly, making sure not to be loud enough for her to hear. I grab a t-shirt, a couple pairs of boxers, a pair of sweatpants, and a black graphic long-sleeve that's kind of big on me.

She always forgets to bring extra clothes when she comes here, meaning she has to wear my stuff a lot of the time. How tragic.

Her eyes open to look at me, holding her arms up like a child so I can put her clothes on for her. I smile a bit at the action, shaking my head as I pat her dry before throwing her towel onto my bed.

I help her into my long sleeve along with a black pair of my boxers, the shirt fitting her like a dress and the boxers looking like any old pair of shorts. I pull her hair out from the inside of the shirt, the wet locks resting on her back as she smiles at the warmth of the clothing.