// 18 + MATURE CONTENT
„Hello?! Should I write you a description of what you need to do next?!"
„No. I was just admiring your beauty."
Curly panted heavily and grabbed the waistband of my boxershorts.
„Shut up and fuck me."
OR when Louis and Harry...
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⚠️ TW: MENTION OF SELF HARM, MENTION OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE
(MATURE CONTENT)
LOUIS
„Fuck me, Lewis."
„Don't call me Lewis. You know how I want to be called."
„Daddy?"
I nearly choked on my own spit while searching for my front door key in the front pockets of my jeans.
„You're quite kinky, aren't you, my love?"
„Yeah. I'm very kinky, Daddy."
Harry bent down to suck on my neck and I let out a low moan as I finally found the key.
I hurried to open the door and grabbed him by his waist to pull him in with me, slamming the door shut behind us, immediately pushing him against it, roughly.
A low moan left his lips and I grinded against him, yanking both of his hands up by catching his wrists and squezzing them together above his head tightly.
„Oh - God."
„You can keep calling me that, my love. I like it. It's hot."
„You're dreaming, Lewis."
„Will you please shut up and let me mark you up and then fuck you?"
„That's why I'm spending my time with you, dickhea-"
I roughly pressed a hand on his mouth to make him shut up and kissed my way down his yawline to his neck.
„I want everybody to see what a slut you are. Fucking a stranger you met in the club for the second time. How pathetic."
A sudden wetness on my palm made me yank my hand away in shock and Curly smirked at me.
„That's where you're wrong, Lewis. We aren't strangers anymore."
„Did you really just lick my hand?"
„I lick other things too."
I let out a raspy laugh and pulled him with me to my bedroom.
„You're such a slut. God."
„Call me Jesus. It's enough."
„I won't call you any of those names, my love."
I quickly pressed my lips onto his again and pushed him on the bed, pulling my shirt off on the way.
Harry pulled his clothes off too, apart from his shirt.
I pushed him onto the bed further, crawling above him.
„Why do you always leave your shirt on? Are you not comfortable? Is it because of me? I wouldn't ever laugh at you or anything. You can trust me."
