One Direction Interracial Imagines (Updates slow as shit yall... sorry)

Desperate Desire (Harry)

The night was cold and bitter. I stumbled with each drunken step I took, not sure of the events that happened before. The taste of liquor lingering on my lip, and my vision blurry. The knowledge of time unknown in my head.
All that I could remember was the desperate need to feel her touch. The need to touch her skin, and kiss her wounded lips. Just to give her love.
Time seemed inevitable, as I stumbled into my loft, finding my bed.
The bed she once laid in, the bed we once made love in.
There I lay, so still. Letting the alcohol mix with my bloodstream. Feeling my heart burn with eager need of pleasure.
The thought of her smooth, rich skin on mine made my manhood harden.
I close my eyes, getting imagines of her body.
The beautiful black woman that was once mine, her never ending curls that framed her face, and the structure of her body.
Her breast, hips, thighs. So seductively beautiful.
My member now hard, lay in my hands. I began to stroke myself.
Letting out moans of desire for her body.
With each pump, my heart began to race.
The growing imagines of her in my head, and the constant friction of my hand stroking my shaft.
My breathless moans escaping from the depths of my throat, as I rubbed my sensitive tip.
The idea of her lips against my bare skin, leaving love bites along my skin, and palming me through my pants. Leaving me with beads of sweat dripping down my neck.
Replaying her moans in my mind, as I felt myself reaching orgasm, my breathless moans echoed through the room and my body erupted with pure simplicity.
My pumps becoming slower and my chest raising up and down. The adrenaline and ecstasy leaving my body.
The thoughts of her fading as I entered reality.
Becoming sober and numb to the thought that I was alone, and that she was gone from my life.
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Probably the saddest form of smut lol.