Demonized {Harry Styles AU}

Days go by {22}

It's been a week since my little talk with Lucifer. I sat on the couch painting flowers while Harry took a shower. it was around 8 am. Louis stayed in his corner. he only ate when I made him, but he still didn't talk.

Harry came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, still soaking wet.

I looked at him, then quickly covered my eyes with a sheet of paper.

"Harry! Clothes please!"

"Why? It's just my dick." he said laughing.

"I don't wanna see it though."

"Liar." he said.

"Harry please put on some clothes."

"I don't want to Yasmaine. I want you to look at me." he said softly.

"What?" I kept the paper over my eyes, but my eyebrows furrowed.

"I want you to see me." he said.

"H-Harry no."

"Why not? were both human, we just have different parts." I could hear him taking steps closer. he was standing next to me now.

"All I want you to do is look at me." he said softly. I heard the towel drop and I loosened the grip I had on the paper.

He took my wrist and slowly brought down the paper, he chuckled when he saw that my eyes were glued shut.

"Please." he begged.

I slowly opened my eyes to his green ones staring at me. The corners of his mouth brought up to a smile.

He took my hands and stood me up with him. I never noticed how he towered over me until now. he took a step back and held his arms out.

He was big. His tattoos looked like pure art. His porcelain skin glowed in the morning sunlight. He was beautiful. seeing me scan over his body made him grow.

I walked closer to him. I held my hands out and touched the doves on his collarbones. I trailed down to the vines on his v-line.

"You're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." he said taking my hand. he put it down by my side and put his hands on my waist. I was wearing baggy grey sweatpants and an old t-shirt that sagged over my shoulders.

He slowly kissed my neck. I rolled my head back and let out a deep breath. his fingers swirling around my waist.

"Touch me." he let out a shaky breath when my hand traced figure 8's on his v-line.

I felt his tongue brush my bottom lips and I let out a small moan. he fought his way through and bit my lip lightly.

"I want to see you." He said breaking our kiss. I slowly lifted my shirt above my head, revealing a black lace bra. he slid down my sweatpants and underwear. I was just in my bra and Harry was completely bare.

He unclipped my bra and threw it across the room.

"So beautiful." he said taking my hand. He walked me to the bedroom and closed the door. he locked it.

"Why'd you lock it?"

"Because Satan will be knocking." Harry said walking to me.

He hovered over me, already at my entrance.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked.

"N-No."

We both smiled and Harry slowly eased himself into me. he was bigger than I'm use to. He filled me up completely. No other man I've slept with was able to do that.

My back arched off of the tiny bed and Harry let out a groan.

He picked up the pace when I adjusted to him.

"Harry I-I'm close."

"Wait for me." he said out of breath.

A few more thrusts and I could feel my walls clenching and my muscles aching.

"Cum for me baby." Harry groaned.

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"Yasmaine? Wake up."

I opened my eyes to find someone calling for me. I was on the couch.

"Who's calling me?"

"Zayn." he said walking up to me.

"What happened?"

"You fell asleep painting and Harry went out. he asked me to watch you for a little bit." he explained sitting moving my feet so he could sit down.

"God I feel like shit."

"You should after a wet dream." the corners of his mouth turned up into a cocky grin.

"Excuse me?"

"You were moaning his name for fuck sake. It was nearly an hour of 'Harry please' and 'Harrrrryyy'." Zayn said laughing.

I slapped his arm, "tell anyone and I will hurt you."

"My girlfriend can do worse than little old you." he smirked.