Cherry •L.S•

Shiksa Goddess ⚠️

Harry-

I struggle to open the door of my apartment with the boy in my arms and his legs wrapped around my waist. Both of our laughter is uncontrollable as we finally make it into my small, messy living room. I slam the door, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"Harry!" I hear the blue eyed boy laugh against my neck as I feel him trail sloppy kisses down it. I feel myself knock over some sort of basket in front of the doorway, but i couldn't seem to find the care to stop what I'm doing and pick it up.

"Harry wait!" I hear him call out as I shove him against the wall. His hands trail up and down my body as I leave no room for us to breathe. I refuse to take my lips off of his.

I feel a hunger in my body when I feel his tongue glide against my bottom lip, asking- no begging for entrance. I let him in without thinking twice as he wraps his arms around my neck. I don't want to stop.

I pick him up once again and lead him to my messy bed, our lips never breaking contact. Any other situation I would be embarrassed by my messy apartment, but right now I just need him naked on my bed. Whether it's made or not.

Louis is propped up on his knees with his arms still around my neck as I stand in front of him. I place my hands behind his head and gently pull his hair, and I finally feel myself pulling my lips off of his now swollen ones. God, he's perfect.

"I'm breaking my mother's heart," I softly laugh at myself, thinking about the situation I'm in right now.

Louis looks back at me in pure confusion, "what?" He lets out breathlessly. He pulls at my shirt, but I can't kiss him again. Not yet.

"The longer I stand here looking at you, the more I hear it break from so many miles away," I begin to laugh at myself as well as the confused boy in my bed.

He flashes me a smile before quickly taking off the jacket that once covered his arms that were covered in a few tattoos. He's so, so hot.

I do the same and toss my own jacket somewhere on the other side of the room. Louis is leaned up against my headboard attempting to untie his shoes as quickly as he can. I stand on the other side of the room with laughter evident in my voice, "I'm breaking my mother's heart."

Louis stops for a second, staring up at me with his eyebrows furrowed and his bright blue eyes wide, but he quickly goes back to his shoes. I finally am able to take off my button up, which only leaves me in a white tank top, showing off the few tattoos i've gotten.

After his shoes are taken off and thrown somewhere off of the bed, Louis once against props himself up on his knees, causing me to walk over to him eagerly. I wrap my arm around his waist and use my other hand as support as I slowly lower him onto the bed. The smile on his face is enough to make me marry him.

I lean down and place a passionate kiss his to his pink lips, but raise up only seconds later making him pout, "If your face was covered in tattoos, that wouldn't matter."

I hear his laugh in my ears telling me to continue on, "If you shaved your head, I would think it's cool," I shove my face against the crook of his neck and lather him in wet kisses, occasionally nipping at a small piece of skin, which earned a soft and quiet moan from the smaller boy.

"Now I'm getting somewhere," I quickly flip us over. Louis is now sitting on top of my lap moving the hair out of my face while a smile never leaves his own. He's so beautiful.

I use my arms to prop myself up with the boy still sitting in my lap. I need all of him, right now. I feel his hands wander behind my neck and pull me in for a wet kiss, which I would usually be bothered by, but not from him.