WOUNDS ♚ henry bowers [it]

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[WARNING: this shit is dirty asf]

The kiss quickly turned heated. Our tongues fought, exploring each other's mouths while one of his hands traveled down to my butt, groping it and pulling my body closer to his. My hands trailed down his chest til they got to his pants, pulling on his belt loops. Henry bit my lip softly pulling it as he pulled away from the kiss.

His lustful, dark eyes told me what he wanted, and he wanted it now. And I wanted it too.

I grabbed his hand and drug him over to the bed. With a light touch of my hand, I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. As much as I knew Henry was the more dominant type and liked being in control, he didn't protest to me taking over for a minute.

He leaned his head back as I began to kiss down his jawline, his eyes closed in pure bliss. I kissed my way down his neck til I came to his shirt, and I reached down to tug on the end of it. Henry got the idea, leaning up a bit to let me slip it off him. I bit my lip at the sight of his shirtless, toned torso. When I looked back up at him, a smirk was planted on his face and my cheeks heat up with a small sheepish smile.

I lean back down to his chest and pamper it with kisses, making a bee line down to his v-line that protruded out from Henry's jeans. I kissed along it, then stopped right as I reached his jeans and brought my lips back up to his, teasing him. By the way that he growled into the kiss, I'm guessing he wasn't a fan of the teasing.

Henry gripped my waist and quickly turned us around so that I was underneath him. His mouth attacked my neck while one of his rough, needy hands traveled up the inside of my shirt-the other placed beside my head. His hand squeezed under my bra and grabbed a handful of my boob, his thumb beginning to rub against my nipple. I let out a soft moan.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he proceeded to grind his bulge against my area. His lips had found my sweet spot, biting and sucking on it. The teasing was too much for me and I couldn't take it anymore. "Henry," I whimpered, "I need you." My words seemed to turn him on more, as he softly bit the spot he was sucking on then pulled away. He took his hand out of my shirt and reached down to the hem of my it. I leaned up a little as he took it off my body, throwing it to the floor.

His eyes landed on my bra, then to my own eyes. Henry's hand snaked behind me and unclipped my bra, slipping it off my shoulders. I felt my whole body heat up and turn red as his eyes explored my exposed chest. My insecure side came out and my first instinct was to cover myself.

Henry gave me a confused look when my arm stretched out to cover my chest, and I looked down out of embarrassment. I felt his hand pull my arms gently away, then he placed a kiss on my chest before leaning his head down to my ear. "You're cute when you're embarrassed, remember?" Henry whispered, before lifting his head back up with a smug smirk tugging at his lips. I instantly smiled, my stomach doing flips.

Henry grabbed both of my hands with one of his, lifting my arms above me head and pinning them down. His other hand grabbed onto my left boob, rubbing circles around my nipple while he bent his head down and to suck on my other boob, his tongue flicking my bud.

I couldn't suppress the moan the escaped from between my lips, and I bucked my hips up. The hand that was playing with my other breast let go and slipped down my stomach, going underneath my shorts and underwear. His middle finger slipped in between my slits, sliding up my area. "Fuck baby, you're so wet." I let out a moan in answer.

My head was leaned back against the pillow, eyes closed as pleasure consumed my body as his fingertip played with my clit.

Both his hand and mouth left my body, and I whimpered at the loss of touch. He released his grip on my hands and I opened my eyes, looking down to find him beginning to unbutton my shorts. He pulled them and my panties down with ease.

Henry bit his lip, admiring my body as his eyes moved from down to up, then stopped at my eyes. "Can I try something?" He asked, his eyes dark with passion. I nodded my head, my breathing uneven and I was too caught up in everything to even care what he wanted to try.

His hand reached into his back pocket, and he pulled out his switch blade. I held my breath for a quick second, but then released it knowing that Henry would never doing anything to actually hurt me (on purpose at least).

Henry pushed my legs open wider, then stuck his head down so that he was in between my thighs. I heard the blade eject, then felt the cool steel tip run down my inner thigh. He pressed down harder on my skin so that blood drew, but not hard enough that I was in too much pain or that it would leave a scar. He dragged the blade down about an inch, making a blood trail. The steel left my skin, but only to be replaced by Henry's warm tongue. Our eyes locked as he licked the blood up in a straight line, and I could practically feel myself getting wetter by the second.

He then gripped my waist and pulled me down toward him, so that his face was now buried into my core. His tongue went in between my slits, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth was quickly replaced with my own sweet and salty liquid.

"Henry," I moaned out his name, throwing my head back. My hands flew down and gripped his hair, lightly pulling at the dirty blonde locks. My breathing hitched in my throat, feeling his warm tongue against my clit. One of his arms held my hips down and the other held the knife, still. He ran the blade lightly down from in between my boobs to my belly-button, then back up again. He continued to do that, gently enough so that it wasn't cutting me, while his mouth violated my clit, sucking and nibbling.

Henry then made a quick cut under my breasts, letting it drip down my stomach, and I let out a gasp. Our eyes locked again as removed his mouth from my area to the blood trail, lapping it up til the cut was clean, then he attached his lips to mine. The mix of my blood and juices intoxicated my mouth as his tongue traveled inside it.

"Shit, Taylor." Henry groaned out when he pulled away from the kiss. "I can't take it anymore, I need to be inside you." He didn't waste time to take his pants and boxers off, revealing his length.

The rest of the night consisted of our mixed moans and groans, with curses here and there, and by the time morning would come around we would be wrapped in each other's arms, tired and worn out.

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[OOf i'm being sent straight to hell for this i swear
doNT HATE AND SAY THIS IS CHILD POrn bc i did put a note at the beginning saying henry was aged up to 16-17 and taylor is 14-15 pLUS most people lose their virginity as a teen anyway irl soooo]