mr. styles || h.s ✔

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givin u guys smut because i'm sure that's what you came here for but you don't have to read this, just giving everyone something lol

Cora Bailey
I'm so drunk.

I  was hanging around the boys who were also shit faced but I couldn't see ahead of me properly. I met a nice guy, he was 6 feet tall, brown hair that looked freshly cut. He was attractive to say the least. "Can we get out of here?" I whine, hanging onto his arm as he shots another shot.

"I can take you home," he rasps, nodding.

"No, can we go to yours?" I hope he picks up what I'm putting down.

"You want that?" he rasps yet again, his arcane green eyes showing a bit of red from the alcohol he's consumed.

I nod, biting my lip. I was in a little black dress with black vans, my brown hair naturally wavy, only mascara and worn off lip gloss on my face.

He looks me up and down again, nodding. "Sure,"

I grin, not caring about how old he looks, he only looks about twenty one, that's only three years older than me. I take his hand as we leave, I'll just text the boys that I left so they don't worry about me.

He got us an Uber and we only waited 10 minutes, most of those were silent minutes before it came. We got in and we left to go to his apartment, making out in the backseat.

I got a bit of a tingle just thinking about what's going to happen in a few minutes. I could see in his jeans, a bulge in them so that made me even more excited for what was going to happen.

When we got out of the Uber we went into his apartment building which he then told me it was on the 3rd floor, he's about to move out of this place within the next week or two.

In the elevator, we made out as much as we could before the noise told us we made it to the floor. We pulled away and sped walked over to his door, 28. He blindly opened it, pulling me inside and pushed me against it, so it closed.

His tongue swiped on my bottom lip, making me part them so his tongue reaches mine. The strong taste of expensive vodka came from his tongue and I felt more intoxicated by it. I jump up and wrap my papery legs around him.

He grabbed my ass, pulling me away from the wall and blindly kicked the door open as I kicked my shoes off in the trail. My back met with a soft bedding, the light being off.

He kicked his converses off and brought me to the pillows with him on all fours above me. I took his brown curls in my hands, tugging on the roots of his soft hair.

He grunts and presses me he crotch of his jeans to my core which made me feel just how hard he was. I felt the hardness down the left side of his thigh too which made me think how big he was.

He pulls away and takes his black shirt off, kissing my neck. I bite my lip and let my hands roam his strong back, feeling the muscles under my fingertips. He lightly sucks on the skin, running his tongue over the mark he's going to make, grazing his teeth on it.

I let out a little moan from it, which makes him breathe out heavily on my neck. He pulls away and hovers above me while I reach down and unclasp his belt, pulling it out and tossing it on the floor. "Fuck," he whispers, my hands popping open the button of the tight denim making me wonder how he manages to wear skinny jeans in a hot and sweaty club.

He kisses my jaw, moving back to my lips as I yank the tight material off his sharp hips. He kicks them off so he was left in nothing but his back boxers with a large bulge in them, running down his left thigh as I said.