Especially if he put so much energy and passion into the game. Leaning forward in his seat, pumping his fist in the air, curling his toes and hissing when they were a little shy of the end zone.
Not to mention, getting to hear a throaty groan from him every time the Falcons scored a touchdown because “They’re jus’ stupid birds who can’t play, poppet. They don’t deserve t’go to the Bowl.” And although his argument wasn’t strong, your team was in the lead and that’s what mattered…
“At least they’re not behind by a thousand points,” you chided. “And then there’s the fact that they’re actually… how should I put this? Trying.” You end that sentence by delivering a playful pinch to his hip.
It caused his body to make the slightest jolt. “Hey! Falcon lovers don’t get t’touch me,” he grumbled out, making eye contact with you. It was evident that he was attempting to suppress a smile.
“Interesting. That’s not what you were saying last night. Or any other night, for that matter.” With that, you gave your attention back to the game. From the corner of your eye, you could see him, still, staring at you with a slacked jaw.
As even he was secretly expecting, Greenbay lost—by a good 23 points. All it took was one sly look in his direction for him to loose it. There was really no way you could’ve escaped in time. His muscular arms were around you, working against your flailing limbs, pulling you to the floor. You were giggling even as you back hit the carpet and his cross necklace hung above you due to his new position on your waist. The new proximity allowed you to smell his cologne even more. A surge of anticipation traveled through your chest.
“You’re annoyin’ sometimes, you know tha’?” It was the loss talking for him. His eyes were shimmering with the smallest hint of amusement. It appeared as if tiny stars were in them. “Always tryin’ t’get me goin’ an’ such.” One of his hands snuck down to squeeze your side. That drew a surprised squeal from between your lips.
You squirmed a bit. “I’m sorry, okay? You can let me up now. It won’t happen again,” you attempted to crawl out of the hole you dug. He was having none of it, however.
His face lowered until your lips were nearly brushing. “How m’I ‘posed t’know you’re lyin’ t’me? You’ve always been a bad little kitten.” You were too occupied looking into his eyes to feel his fingers slipping underneath the hem of your shirt.
Right as his fingertips begin to gently flutter over your sensitive stomach, he pressed his lips to yours so you had no choice but to laugh into his mouth. Both of your breaths mixed as you kissed. Though, it was more him kissing you—steadily, yet greedily. Nothing but a simple smile rested on his face. Meanwhile, your chest was about to burst from the fact that your body was experiencing two strong sensations at the same time. It was intense. You were gasping for air when both suddenly disappeared.
“What the heck?” you breathed out, in shock of what just happened.
A velvety chuckle emitted from his mouth. “That was hot,” he admitted. “Look at you. All panting flustered because of me,” he cooed.
“You’re such a big meanie.” You didn’t mean that in the least bit.
“Trust me, princess. You haven’t seen mean yet.”
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“Faz um 1S em que o Harry tem uma filha e ela odeia a namorada dele (que é uma
cobra), mas a menina ama a S/N que é vizinha do Harry e da menina e criança faz
com que o Harry perceba a cobra que a mulher e faz o harry e a S/N ficarem
PS: Espero que gosteeeem! Passei uns dias ai sem escrever e to recompensando aqui (kkkkkk). Me desculpem por algum erro ortográfico. Bom domingo e boa leitura!
- (S/n)! – A voz de Florence adentrou meus ouvidos fazendo-me soltar o
cortador de grama. A pequena filha do meu vizinho de cinco anos vinha correndo
em minha direção com os braços abertos e um lindo sorriso no rosto.
- Que saudade de você, Florence! – Falei enquanto envolvia meus braços
em seu pequeno corpo. Florence usava seu típico perfume de flores. Seu vestido
era de alcinha na azul marinho com pequenas nuvens brancas. Seu cabelo estava
preso em dois rabos de cavalo de cada
lado da cabeça. O penteado estava torto fazendo adivinhar o autor. – Como você
está, meu amor?! – Indaguei sorrindo.
- Estou bem. E você? – Perguntou passando suas pequenas mãos em meu
cabelo bagunçado. Sorri.
- Estou bem!
- O que você está fazendo? – Perguntou olhando para o cortador de
grama. Levantei-me e segurei sua mãozinha.
- Estou aparando a bendita
grama! – Falei e ela gargalhou – É horrível, não ria Flore! – Falei me juntado
a ela na risada.
- Florence!!! – A voz aguda de Hanna
adentrou fazendo-me revirar os olhos. Florence apertou minha mão e eu continuei
segurando-a. Hanna veio andando em nossa direção. Seu cabelo estava partido ao
meio com uma parte presa e outra não.
- Eu falei para você ficar lá dentro! – A loira pegou no braço de
Florence. – Daqui a pouco Harry chega e eu não estou arrumada! – Puxou-a
- Hanna, licença! – Falei soltando sua mão do braço de Florence – Ela
está conversando comigo. Seria muito bom se você usasse a educação que sua mãe
deu. Se é que ela deu! – Falei. A loira encarou-me e fez uma cada de deboche. Que vontade de esmurrar essa cara!
- Cala essa boca, garçonete! – A loira lançou e puxou Florence fazendo
nossas mãos se soltarem. Permaneci ali olhando-a enquanto era arrastava
Florence até a casa ao lado da minha. Liguei o cortador de grama e voltei a
atividade que estava fazendo antes.
Adentrei meu quarto e vesti meu pijama. Sentei na cama e permaneci ali
- Não gosto dela, papai. Ela é má! – Ouvi Florence. Caminhei até a
minha janela e olhei pela persiana. A janela do quarto da pequena era de frente
ao meu. A luz do mesmo estava aceso.
- Florence, já conversamos sobre isso! – A voz de Harry soou. – Hanna
é uma boa pessoa.
- Ela não é. – Florence falou alto.
- Já conversei com você sobre isso. Boa noite! – A luz e apagou. Permaneci
ali parada e pude ouvir os soluços baixinhos de Florence. Meu coração apertou.
Voltei para a minha cama e deitei-me.
1 SEMANA DEPOIS
O barulho da campainha soou pela casa. Sequei minha mão no pano e
caminhei até a porta. Olhei pelo olho mágico e vi Florence parada na frente da
porta. Destranquei a mesma rapidamente e abri.
- Posso ficar com você, (S/n)? – Florence falou assim que eu abri a
porta. Seus olhos estavam vermelhos e ela segurava um pequeno urso na frente de
seu corpo. Abaixei-me para poder ficar de seu tamanho e passei a mão em seus
- O que aconteceu? – Indaguei puxando-a para meus braços. Ela pousou
sua cabeça em meu ombro e começou a chorar baixo. – Por que você está chorando,
Florence? – Indaguei novamente. A pequena não respondeu. Peguei a mesma no colo
e fechei a porta.
Coloquei Florence no sofá e sentei-me ao seu lado. Tentei conseguir
resposta do porque ela ter ido àquela hora da noite em minha casa, mas não
obtive respostas. Fui até a cozinha e coloquei um pedaço de pizza e coloquei
num prato. Entreguei a pizza para a pequena. Sentei-me ao seu lado e liguei a
televisão. Florence deitou no sofá e pegou no sono assim que terminou de comer.
Minutos depois a campainha tocou. Caminhei até a porta e abri a mesma.
- Florence está aqui? – Harry falou desesperado assim que abri a
porta. Harry usava uma calça moletom na
cor cinza e uma blusa branca.
- Sim. Ela está dormindo! – Falei. Harry levou as duas mãos até seus
cabelos e puxou os mesmos. Soltou uma boa quantidade de ar de seus pulmões e
fechou os olhos. Permaneci ali parada. Harry caminhou até o degrau da fachada e
sentou no mesmo. Sentei-me do lado dele e permaneci em silencio.
- Sabe, Florence havia me falado diversas vezes de Hanna e eu nunca
dei bola. – Harry falou me encarando. – Cheguei esses dias mais cedo em casa e
vi Hanna indo para cima de Florence.
- Eu sei! – Falei e Harry continuou me encarando
- Eu terminei com ela no mesmo dia. Achei que Hanna gostasse de
Florence. Achei que tinha encontrado a pessoa certa. Florence me avisou tantas
vezes e eu a ignorei todas as vezes. Fui muito burro! – Falou. Harry pousou a
cabeça nas mãos e olhou em direção a rua.
- Desculpa, mas você foi mesmo Harry! – Falei e ele riu. – Vi tantas
vezes Hanna sendo ruim com Florence.
- Por que você não me falou? – Indagou.
- Se você não estava acreditando na sua filha, imagina acreditar na
garçonete! – Ri nasalado.
- Não fala assim! – Harry falou
- Foi o que sua ex falou para mim. – Falei. Harry permaneceu em
silencio. Continuamos ali. Ouvi o barulho de passos vindo em nossa direção e vi
Florence caminhando até nós. Harry olhou para trás e se levantou pegando
Florence no colo.
- Me desculpa, filha! – Harry falou passando a mão nos cabelos da
pequena. – Eu não deveria ter gritado com você! – Falou fazendo-me ficar ciente
do porquê Florence ter ido até minha casa.
- Tá bom – Florence falou.
Permanecia deitada na minha cama com o grande edredom sobre meu corpo.
Meus olhos queimavam e meu nariz estava ardendo. Meses passaram-se e Harry e eu
passamos a ter mais contato por causa de Florence. A pequena sempre arrumava um
jeito de me incluir nos programas deles. Passei a criar um sentimento por
Harry. Ele era um homem incrível e adorável. Harry adentrou o quarto com uma
grande bandeja e sentou ao meu lado.
- Como você está? – Perguntou encarando-me. Ajeitei meu corpo sobre a
cama e limpei o nariz com um lenço.
- Estou melhor. – Falei jogando o pedaço de papel no cesto ao lado da
- Fiz uma sopa para você. Não sei se está boa, mas tentei! – Falou
sorrindo e colocando a bandeja sobre minhas pernas coberta pelo edredom.
- Obrigada. – Agradeci sorrindo. Peguei a colher e comecei a sopa. Não
sabia do que era mas estava muito saborosa. Florence entrou no quarto e
sentou-se ao meu lado.
- Eu falei que ela ficaria doente. – Florence falou olhando para
Harry. – Se o senhor não tivesse puxado ela para tomar banho de chuva nós
estaríamos na Disney.
- Não foi culpa do seu pai, Flore! – Falei.
- Eu sei. É culpa sua também! – Lançou. Harry e eu gargalhamos da cara
de desanimo que Florence estava.
- Iremos outro dia! – Falei enquanto tomava a sopa.
Ela concordou. Eles deitaram-se em minha cama e puxaram o edredom para
cobrir o corpo. Harry deitou de um lado e Florence deitou do outro. Liguei a
televisão e puxei o edredom até meu pescoço. Senti a mão de Harry pegar a minha
debaixo do edredom. Meu corpo congelou e eu permaneci parada. O mesmo
entrelaçou os nossos dedos e apertou-os de leve. Uma corrente elétrica
percorria em meu corpo fazendo-me querer pular de felicidade. Harry sorriu ao
perceber que eu estava paralisada.
- Estou apaixonado por uma garota, o que falo para ela? – Harry sussurrou
olhando para mim. Encarei-o
- Fala que está apaixonado por ela! – Sorri
- Estou apaixonado por você! – Sorriu e apertou minha mão. Florence
levantou a cabeça e sorriu
- Porque vocês não se beijam logo?! – A pequena falou nos encarando.
Sorri sem graça e Harry também. Senti a mão macia de Harry tocar minha
bochecha. Virei minha cabeça em sua direção e ele estava perigosamente perto.
Seus lábios tocaram os meus em um beijo rápido.
- Pronto, filha! – Harry disse sorrindo. Florence começou a comemorar
e minhas bochechas começaram a queimar.
- Você vai ficar gripado! – Falei sem graça.
- Não ligo. – Sorriu e me puxou mais para perto. Florence
aconchegou-se mais sobre nós e ficamos ali. A tarde inteira.
PSA: This deals with the mention of domestic abuse. Read at your own risk! Thanks again for all the support, babes! xxx
Y/N P.O.V. Harry and I had been together for almost four months. Everything was perfect, but something was missing. We still hadn’t had sex, and I could tell Harry thought something was up. Every time he suggested it, either with his words, or actions I would avoid him like the plague. I hated feeling like I couldn’t tell him but I was scared. I was so scared.
HARRY’S P.OV. I was worried about Y/N. Every time I tried to get intimate with her, she’d panic and everytime I tried to get her to open up to me, she just wouldn’t. It was obvious she wasn’t ready to get intimate yet, but the thought of her feeling like she couldn’t tell me why was killing me. I wanted her to trust me with anything. It was a few weeks later and Y/N had come to my house from work, clearly in a foul mood. She kicked her shoes off, threw her bag down and stormed upstairs, all without acknowledging me. I waited a few minutes and wandered upstairs to find her curled up on my side of the bed, sobbing quietly. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into my arms and just held her. After a few minutes, she sat up and looked at me, misery taking over her stunning features. “Bad day, my love?” She nodded and sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I don’t know why customers feel like it’s okay to treat retail workers like shit. So many people were rude today and one man even went as far as calling me a piece of shit.” I sighed and hugged her closer. “You know they don’t mean it, sweetheart. They’re just looking for someone to take their shitty lives out on. Now, do you want me to run us a bath? We can use one of your Lush bath bombs.” She tensed, and tried to protest, but I cut her off. “Love, I know you’re not ready for us to get intimate, and that’s okay. I swear t'ya I won’t try anything. I just wanna make you feel better, yeah?” She hesitated for a minute, but nodded. “Okay.” I kissed her lips softly, helped her up and led her to the en suite bathroom. I ran the bath, making sure the water was hot enough. “Do'ya want me to help ya get undressed, sweet?” She nodded slowly, still not saying a word. This was something I’d picked up a while ago. If she was upset, she just wouldn’t speak. The tension in her shoulders slowly releasing as I pulled her shirt over her head. I slowly took off the rest of her clothes, leaving little kisses wherever I could. I wanted her to know she was safe. I got into the bath first, and helped Y/N settle in between my legs. I ran my hands up her sides, and she tensed. “S'alright, my sweet girl. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Just wanna give ya a massage. That alright?” She took a deep breath and nodded.“Yeah. That’s okay.” I rubbed her shoulders, leaving tiny kisses wherever I could, but then I heard her crying again. I turned her to face me, and cupped her cheeks. “Love bug, what’s got you so sad hmm? You know you can tell me anything.” She sniffled and held my hands in hers, looking down at them. “I’m sorry, H. I know you want me to open up to you, but I’m just not ready. I will be, eventually, I just need you to be patient with me.” I lifted her face up and kissed her sweetly. “Y/N, I’ll wait forever for you. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. Just know that when you’re ready, I’m right here, okay?” She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded.
Weeks went by the same, Y/N was distant and sad and all I could do was comfort her as best as I could. Until, one night, we were snuggled up on the couch and she sat up. “You alright, pet?” She took a deep breath. “I’m ready, H.” I held her hand. “Ready for what, love?” “To open up to you.” I sat up properly and faced her. “All right, Kitten. I’m all ears. Take as long as you need.” She took a deep breath and nodded. The she proceeded to tell me all about her ex. How he was so sweet to her for so long. Until something inside of him snapped. He got moody, and emotionally abusive. Made her feel guilty for going out with her friends, for not spending enough time with him, for saying no to sex. “So, he’d guilt me”, she’d explained. That much, she could deal with. What she couldn’t deal with, was when he became violent. If she told him she didn’t want to have sex, he’d hit her. If she went out without him, he’d hit her. If he’d had a bad day, he’d hit her. All while sleeping with other women. I just sat there listening to her, horrified at the words coming out of her mouth. It was so hard for me to comprehend how someone could want to hurt this sweet, beautiful girl. By the time she was finished, she was sobbing and I wasn’t far from it. I held her so close to me and kissed her over and over. “My sweet, sweet girl. I swear to you, I will never, ever do that to you, okay? We can take things as slow as you need, and I’ll be right here with you the whole time. I love you so much, please don’t ever forget that.” She leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips salty from her tears. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, H. I love you so much.” I held her close as we finished our movie and went up to bed. We both fell asleep content with the knowledge that we were right there in each others arms.
Happy reading, darlings! Also let me know if you’d rather these written in Harry’s or Y/N’s POV or both!xxx
A/N: I promise I’m working on request right now. This is just something I started a little bit ago and wanted to finish as I gathered inspiration to complete the request that I have. It’s a bit short, but I hope you like it.
He was the most wonderful thing you had ever seen, his now grown out brunette hair styled to perfection, beautifully tailored suit and blue eyes that made you melt every time he looked your way. Your eyes simply gleamed, and the goofiest smile was plastered on your face as you looked at each other. The couples first dance was just announced, and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach.
“Shall we my lady?” Niall asked holding his hand out, with an equally as goofy smile as yours. You giggled as your hands connected and he led you to the dance floor. You blushed crimson red and you felt like a school girl finding out her crush likes her, only even better because you get to spend forever with the love of your life. Niall gently placed your other hand on his shoulder, his falling immediately to your waist bringing you as close as he possibly could. He wrapped his other hand around yours and began swaying as the music started, your song filling you and Niall’s ears. His eyes fell upon yours and he looked at you like you were his universe. His head fell down to your ear whispering softly, placing a small kiss under your ear lobe
"Every star in the galaxy doesn’t stand a chance against your beauty my love.” You let out another giggle, to giddy to possibly do anything else as you leaned up to place a soft kiss on top of his lips.
“I’ve never felt more happy in my entire life, then in the moments I get to spend with you,” you mumbled against another kiss, as you felt his mouth form into a perfect smile.
“As wonderful and perfect as this day has been, I really can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” he whispered ever so softly against your ear. Your heart fluttered at his words, images racing through your mind at what would happen and you were just as impatient as he was. A small smirk played on his lips as the song ended and he led you off the dance floor. As the other mandatory dances whisked by the rest of the reception was filled with sneaky comments, winks, and smirks exchanged between the two of you. Enough excitement filled the both of you in hopes of really soaking the whole day in later that night.
Pedido:Faz um do Niall que eles têm uma noite quente e no outro dia eles ficam cheios de marcas.
Entrei no banheiro afim de tirar todo suor e cansaço do dia de trabalho que tive hoje.
Tirei toda minha roupa e liguei o chuveiro. Senti todo meu corpo relaxar quando a água morna entrou em contato com meu corpo.
- Amor cheguei! - Meu namorado gritou no andar de baixo. - Na onde você está?
- Estou tomando banho. - Gritei em resposta.
Comecei a lavar meu cabelo e ouvi a porta do banheiro ser aberta.
- Posso me juntar a você? - Colocou só sua cabeça dentro do banheiro.- Estou morto.
Dei permissão e ele entrou no banheiro já tirando a roupa e não se preocupando em fechar a porta.
- Você podia ao menos ter fechado a porta! - Exclamei sentindo um vento frio passar pelo box em que Niall tinha entrado e estava fechando.
- Pronto! Melhorou assim? - Falou vindo em minha direção e me dando um selinho. - Senti saudades de você também querida.
Rolei os olhos com a ironia que Niall tinha acabado de soltar e puxei ele de volta para de baixo do chuveiro dando um beijo nele.
Nossas línguas se encontravam e entrelaçavam,senti Niall agarrar minha bunda e me puxar mais para ele (se isso era possível).
Raspei minhas unhas em seu pescoço e senti a ereção de Niall crescendo na minha barriga.
- Também senti saudades. - Separei nossas bocas,mas ainda estávamos perto o bastante para elas ficarem raspando uma na outra. - E de todo seu fogo.
- Você ainda não viu nada.
Niall voltou a me beijar mas agora com mais força e sem nenhuma delicadeza. Senti sua mão descer até minha poupa da bunda e dar um impulso me pegando no colo.
Entrelaçei minhas pernas envolta de seu quadril e senti minha costa indo de encontro ao azulejo frio.
- Hum… - Gemi.
Separamos o beijo por falta de ar, mas Niall continuou distribuindo beijos pelo meu pescoço.
- Aí Niall. - Senti uma dor aguda no meu pescoço. - Essa doeu!
- Desculpa. - Murmurou.
Niall voltou a distribuir beijos, mordidas e chupões pelo meu pescoço e perto de meus seios.
Senti os botões de meus seios ficarem rígidos quando meu namorado começou a beijar e chupar meus seios com devoção.
- Isso é tão bom. - Niall olhou para mim e sorriu ainda brincando com meus seios.
Meus olhos se fecharam sentindo um enorme prazer quando Niall deu uma leve mordida em meu seio esquerdo prendendo e puxando levemente com os dentes.
- Você é gostosa pra cacete (S/N). - Sussurrou pausadamente e desligou o chuveiro. - Vamos ter que tomar banho depois de qualquer jeito.
Com um sorriso canalha no Niall me carregou até a cama e me jogou lá e no momento que ele foi deitar em cima de mim inverti as posições e fiquei por cima.
- Agora quem está no controle seu eu querido. - Sorri sacana e iniciei um rastro de chupões em seu pescoço com uma certa brutalidade.
- (S/N) você está tão selvagem agora, que poderia gozar apenas com esse simples toque. - Pronunciou com os olhos entreabertos.
- Mas só estamos começando amor.
Desci meus beijos para seu abdômen e arranhei aquela parte sem dó,deixando-a toda vermelha.
- Oh… - Niall uivou no momento em que segurei seu pau com certa brutalidade. Sentei no meio das pernas dele e comecei a masturba-lo devagar. - (S/N) por favor,acelera isso!
- Como você quiser.
Acelerei um pouco,mas vez e outra alternava os movimentos. Percebi como minha mão e seu pai já estavam melecados pelo seu pré-gozo.
Niall tinha seu corpo coberto com uma camada de suor e gemia incontrolável.
- (S/N) pelo amor de… Ahh. - Rangeu quando escorreguei minha mão em sua glande e espalhei o pré-gozo contido ali. Parei os movimentos com a mão e passei minha língua pelo seu pau. - (S/N), e…Eu não vou aguentar.
- Tenta. - Desafiei ele.
Enfiei metade do seu pau em minha boca já sentindo meus olhos lacrimejar. A cada investida tentava ir mais fundo e na maioria das vezes acabava engasgando e tinha que voltar. O gosto salgado de Niall estava em toda minha boca e via seus olhos revirarem de prazer a cada chupada que dava nele.
- Se você não para agora… - Niall gaguejava. - … Eu vou gozar na sua linda boca.
Se eu estivesse de calcinha agora estaria com ela completamente encharcada.
Parei os movimentos e tirei ele da boca.
- Então goza! - Voltei a chupar com mais força e algumas partes que não conseguia ir com a boca masturbava.
- (S/N)! - Niall gemeu e senti um líquido pegajoso e salgado na minha boca.
Engoli todo o líquido e depois lambi seu pau.
- Agora é minha vez. - Meu namorado inverteu nossas posições me deixando em baixo dele. - E eu não vou pegar leve com você!
- Não esperava por delicadeza. - Sorri sapeca e Niall separou um pouco minhas pernas tendo total visão de minha intimidade.
- Você já está toda molhada (S/N) e eu ainda nem encostei em você.
Senti sua respiração na minha intimidade e suspirei de alívio quando senti os seus lábios lá.
Era como se eu fosse explodir com o contato que Niall fez.
Sua língua trabalhava com avidez e quando senti dois dedos seu entrarem em mim foi a gota.
- Meu Deus. - Gemi e comecei a sentir um calor anormal. - Mais Niall!
Niall colocou o terceiro dedo e fazia uma pressão enorme quando entrava e saia de mim, sua boca chupava meu clitóris e ele revezava. Quando Niall chupou com força meus lábios vaginais e deu uma leve beliscada em meu clitóris não aguentei e me desmanchei em sua boca.
- Ainda continua tão boa. - Ele falou lambendo seus lábios.
Niall se posicionou em cima de mim e sem aviso e nada se enterrou de uma vez dentro de mim.
-Oh meu Deus. - Falamos os dois juntos.
Minhas mãos foram para suas costas e cada vez que ele me penetrava com força descontava tudo ali.
Ainda estava sensível pelo recente orgasmo,mas Niall conseguia me deixar mais exitada ainda.
O barulho de nossos corpos se encontrando,dos seus gemidos roucos e abafados por estar me dando beijos/chupões pelo corpo e a pressão das suas estocadas em mim.
Não sei o que exatamente qual foi ou se foi a junção de todos, mas me senti tudo se acumulando em uma região perto da minha barriga.
- Niall eu acho que vou… - Não consegui terminar, algo dentro de mim explodiu e eu senti um prazer enorme se apoderar em meu corpo antes de relaxar completamente. - … Gozar.
Niall deu mais algumas estocadas até chegar no seu limite gemendo meu nome. Foi excitante ver Niall se contorcer em prazer em cima de mim e ainda gemer meu nome no final.
- Isso foi “A foda” mais gostosa que já tivemos até hoje. - Niall murmurou se jogando em meu lado. - Eu estou todo quebrado.
- Acho que alguém amanhã vai ficar todo marcado. - Ri sem ânimo algum.
- Digo o mesmo… - Seus olhos já estavam fechados,mas o seu sorriso canalha ainda estava lá - …A única diferença é que eu vou conseguir andar já você… -
Rimos e Niall caiu no sono logo em seguida, estava demasiada cansada para tomar banho ou trocar os lençóis molhados. Então deitei no peito de Niall e adormeci ouvindo as batidas do seu coração.
- Quem não fechou a janela? - Ouvi Niall resmungando e acordei quase ficando cega quando abri os olhos e uma rajada de luz atingiu meus olhos.
- Aí meus olhos! - Fechei os olhos e peguei o travesseiro na minha cara. - Não acredito que me acordou só por isso.
- Não exatamente… - Sua voz sonolenta se manifestou. - … Estamos atrasados para o trabalho.
- O quê? - Saltei para fora da cama e procurei o relógio que marcava 9:10. - Não acredito! Por quê você não me acordou antes? Tenho uma reunião às 10h!
- Eu até teria te acordado, se eu estivesse acordado. - A expressão de sarcasmo de Niall foi substituída por uma preocupada. - Cacete !
- O que foi agora? - Voltei a procurar minha roupa.
- Você está toda marcada, vermelha, um pouco roxa… - Eu parei tudo e corri para frente do espelho. Toda parte do meu pescoço e busto estavam com marcas de dentadas ou chupões. - Ontem estava enlouquecido e não me controlei muito, desculpa.
Niall ria de mim e revirei os olhos até que notei uma coisa.
- Meu amor… - Usei uma voz meiga e delicada. - Posso dizer a mesma coisa de você, só que você está bem pior. Suas costas estão horrível.
Ri da cara dele quando ele começou a se analisar no espelho e viu as marcas de chupões em todo seu corpo e sua costas. Seu rosto em choque foi o melhor.
- O quê você fez comigo? - Sua voz desesperada e seu rosto preocupado. Me fizeram rir. - Isso (S/N) fica rindo mesmo, porque pelo que eu saiba, quem não está conseguindo andar direito aqui é você e não eu.
Agora quem estava rindo era ele e eu fechei minha cara.
- Muito engraçadinho você Niall! Há há há ! - Fingi estar rindo o que causou um ataque de riso no Niall. - Fica aí rindo durante um mês sem sexo!
Entrei no banheiro e fechei a porta,mas não antes de ver a cara de pavor de Niall.
- (S/N) vamos conversar… - coloquei uma música e liguei o chuveiro ignorando um certo loirinho choramingando na porta.
N/A: Hello people ❤
Tá aí um hot com esse deuso maravilhoso 😂❤
Espero que tenham gostado 😘
Could you write like the smuttiest thing you’ve ever written please!!
I kinda want to blame this request for this sin but oh well… This is pure filth so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with smut. This has not been proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.xxx
Y/N couldn’t believe how stupid she was when she agreed to this. She regretted it the moment she said yes. Now it’s been almost two weeks. Twelve days. 288 hours. Not that she was counting.
It happened during a night in with Harry. They both had a bit too much of red wine, their lips stained and their words getting slurred and silly.
“I bet you couldn’t go a week without sex.”
She looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, her deep red lips parted.
“What? I can totally go without sex. Unlike you, you’re a horny mess after an hour without sex.” she smirked at him.
“S'not true! I bet I can go longer without sex than you.” he stated proudly.
“A bet? You wanna bet, Styles?”
“Yes. We’ll see who can go longer without sex.”
“And what does the winner get?”
“Mind blowing sex.”
Exactly that was what she was craving for right now, mind blowing sex. It wasn’t that she was addicted to sex or needed it to function but when your boyfriend is Harry Styles and looks like a goddamn adonis and you know exactly what he’s able to do with his perfect body it’s hard not to get horny.
He was teasing her as well, every morning his hand would wander a bit too low when they were cuddling and every time he came out of the shower his towel was almost falling off and sometimes it really did fall off, accidentally of course.
She was teasing him as well though, only sleeping in one of his shirts and a pair of lace panties or wearing her favorite pair of jeans which she knew made her ass look extremely good.
It didn’t help her though, he noticed all her teasing and sexy looks but he never made a move on her. He wanted to win this bet.
She wanted to as well but if she was quite honest she didn’t think she was able to go another hour without his naked body pressed to hers.
She knew he was upstairs right now, in their ensuite bathroom, taking a shower. And she knew he would come down in a few minutes, showing off his irresistible body.
She couldn’t take it anymore, her body was going crazy. The constant ache between her legs made her feel dizzy and the fact that she just needed him made her go upstairs.
She entered their bedroom, smelling his shower gel. She wanted him. She needed him. She didn’t care about the bet anymore, it’s been too long.
He came out of the door a minute later, surprised to see her standing in the middle of their bedroom, looking all nervous and messy.
“You okay, love? You look a bit flustered.”
She shook her head, she was almost near tears now. The desperation and frustration grew inside of her, making her body move over to his and pressing her lips to his in a hard kiss.
She felt his shock, before he finally began to kiss her back and wrap his arms around her.
“What’s going on, hm?”
He knew exactly what was going on, she was needy. But he wanted to hear her say it.
“Want you. I-I need you. Harry, please, I can’t-”
“Shh, baby.” he shushed her rambling gently.
“What so you need, hm?”
“What do you need from me?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I need to hear you say it, baby. C'mon tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.” she whimpered.
He smirked at her, satisfied with her answer.
“But then you’ll loose the bet, darling.”
“I don’t care about this fucking bet, Harry! This was such as stupid idea. I just want you to fuck me, take me in every way you like.”
“So desperate? S'not even been two weeks, my love.”
“But it’s been too long.”
“Alright, s'true. Get out of these clothes, baby.”
She did as he said, immediately throwing her shirt to the floor and stepping out of her jeans and panties.
“Good girl. Now lie down on the bed for me.”
She lied down on her back, waiting for him to come to her. She heard his towel hitting the floor, falling beside her clothes. She looked up at him as he started to crawl onto the bed until he was hovering over her naked form but not touching her yet.
“Didn’t think you could go this long without having me fuck you, baby.” he whispered against her neck, his lips brushing over her skin and making goosebumps arise on her whole body.
“Didn’t think I could go so long without fucking you.”
He pressed the first kiss against her sweet spot, right under her ear and her bach arched off the back, pressing her chest against his. She heard him groan quietly when her naked tits touched his chest.
“I missed this so fucking much, baby. Never again, yeah?”
“Never.” she agreed.
His kisses wandered lower, over her collarbones down to her boobs. He nibbled on the skin there, using his tongue to lick over it. When he reached her nipples he sucked on each of them, licking over the pink flesh before he released it and wandered lower.
He took his time with kissing ever inch of her but this wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want him to be gentle and loving. She wanted him to be rough. Really rough.
He knew that tone, the desperation and need in it. He knew he was torturing her right now but he won’t keep going like this. He’s going to give her what she wants.
He came up from where he was kissing around her hips, looking her in the eyes. He leaned down to press a kiss against her lips, covering her mouth in a sweet and passionate way.
“You went twelve days without this, right? Twelve is a nice number.”
His face moved to the side, his nose nuzzling into her hair and his mouth right over her ear.
“How about I make you come twelve times? A orgasm for every single day you didn’t have me.”
She whimpered at his words, wanting that. Wanting him to make her come undone as many times as possible.
“How’s that sound?”
“Yes? You want that?”
“Gonna count them, okay? Gonna count every time you come for me, yeah?”
“Yes, Harry.” she nodded frankly.
He moved down her body again, until he was right between her legs. He grabbed her knees, making them bend and her feet plant on the mattress. He started to kiss down her left thigh, moving closer to where she was pink and aching for him.
She spread her lips apart when he decided it was enough of the teasing, groaning when he saw how wet she was. He glided his middle finger between her lips, gathering some of her juices and rubbing over her clit with them. A breathy moan left her lips at the contact, missing his touch too much.
He finally leaned down then, licking a broad stripe between her pussy lips and humming at the taste of her. He loved this when she filled all his senses, he was only able to see her, smell her, taste her and feel her.
He licked over her clit, lapping at it with the tip of his tongue. He circled the nub before he licked over it from side to side and then moved down to her entrance where he pushed his tongue inside and moved it up and down against her walls. She was moaning and groaning, her hands in Harry’s hair, pulling it and messing it up.
He hooked her thighs over his shoulders so he had better access to her and could bury his face deeper into her. His hands were sprawled out on her hips, holding them down so she couldn’t squirm away.
He licked her deeper now, right between her lips and massaging all the right places. He could feel her getting close already, her thighs beginning to shake, her pussy beginning to clench and the juices kept pouring out of her.
“Harry, I-I’m gonna-” a loud moan interrupted her words when he licked over just the perfect spot.
He sucked on her clit then, trapping it between his lips and massaging it with his tongue at the same time. She came within seconds, screaming out into the bedroom and pulling Harry closer by his hair. He groaned against her when he felt her come, loving the way she moved her pussy against his face and her cum dripped out of her. He knew she came hard, her voice breaking with every moan and her body shaking and trembling with the waves of pleasure that cursed through her whole body and made everything clench.
When her thighs finally fell open and Harry was sure he got every drop of her he sat up, breathing harshly. His lips were swollen and wet with her and his eyes dark and wild.
“You forgot something, my love.” he reminded her.
She wasn’t able to think properly, her brain probably jelly just like her bones. She remembered what he requested of her earlier though.
“Good girl.” he praised her.
He moved up again, kissing her briefly.
She did as he said, sitting up and watching how he lay down on the bed.
“Over my face, darling.”
“What? Harry, no.”
He knew she didn’t like this too much. It felt amazing and she knew that but she hated the thought of sitting on his face. She was always scared of hurting him.
“Baby, c'mon. You know how good it’s gonna feel.”
She looked at him skeptical for a second before she sighed and gave in. She moved so she was straddling his face. He pulled her down immediately, making her sit right on his mouth. She moaned immediately when she felt his tongue on her again, dragging up the full crease of her.
“Yes! Oh fuck.” she moaned out and she knew Harry was smirking against her.
He moved one hand from where he was holding onto her thigh to her mouth, silently telling her to suck his fingers and get them wet. She wrapped her lips around them, getting them dripping wet. When he was happy with her sucking he moved them down to her entrance, immediately pushing two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan at the delicious stretch.
Harry started pumping his fingers inside of her, stroking that one spot she could never reach herself.
Y/N’s hands reached up to hold onto the headboard, moving her hips against Harry’s mouth. He moaned against her when he felt her starting to ride his mouth, letting her move just how she pleased.
He resettles her above him after a moment and then she feels the firm press of his hot tongue against her clit, licking it with just the perfect pressure.
Harry fucks into her with his fingers, twisting and curling them. His lips sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking over it and making sharp pleasure run up her spine.
“Y-Yes, oh shit.”
She was already so close again, almost overwhelmed with all the pleasure he made her feel.
Harry curled his fingers inside of her, pressing hard against her g-spot. She’s clenching down around his fingers, so close to coming. He hummed against her, the vibrations hitting her clit immediately and that was all it took for her to explode again.
Harry’s fingers fucked her through it, prolonging her orgasm and keeping her right there. His lips kept on sucking on her clit, making her come so hard she fell forward against the headboard. Harry held onto her ass cheeks then, moving her against his mouth in the same way he would do it if she was sitting on his cock.
“Harry, oh fuck!”
He kept on moving her against him with his hands on her ass cheeks, licking her so deep she came for the third time with a shaky cry and clenching thighs.
She whines when it gets too much and Harry lets go of her, helping her off him.
“What was that, my love?”
Y/N was shaking, a whimpering mess but Harry knew she wanted to keep going. Needed to keep going.
Harry needed this himself, he missed this over the last two weeks. His dick was standing to his full potential already, his tip a angry shade of red and leaking precum that made it look slick.
“Can you sit on my cock, baby?” he asked her sweetly, innocence lacing his words.
She nodded the tiniest bit, moving so she was straddling his hips. She eyed his dick hungrily, missing that body part the most. She took hold of his shaft, enjoying the fact that Harry groaned out at the feel of her hand around him.
She lined herself up with his tip, sinking down immediately. Loud groans left both of their mouths, their eyes falling shut with the pleasure that came with having each other like this again.
Y/N took him as deep as possible, sitting properly on his dick with her ass hitting his thighs. She began to rock her hips, making him rub against her favorite spot. Harry was looking up at her, not quite sure if he should look at her blissed out face or the place where his dick was sliding into her pussy.
Her hands were on his butterfly tattoo, bracing herself. She bounced on him then, making his dick fill her up with every movement of her hips.
“Yes, fuck yourself on my cock.” Harry groaned out, moving his hands to her thighs.
Y/N was moaning and whimpering above him, slamming down so hard on his cock that her ass created a filthy sound against his thighs.
One of her hands wandered to in between her legs, rubbing at her clit to get herself there faster. Harry felt his eyes rolling back in his head when he saw her touching herself right on his dick, the sight so overwhelmingly sexy that he was sure he could come right then and there.
He felt it when she was close, her walls squeezing his dick and her hips moving even faster. She kept on rubbing herself until she finally came with a hoarse shout, her whole body shaking with the pure pleasure her own fingers and his cock made her experience. She came hard, Harry could feel her slick coating his cock and dripping onto his thighs. Her pussy was squeezing Harry’s dick so hard he saw stars but he wouldn’t come, not until he got everything from her.
“Four.” she moaned out when she finally stopped the movements of her hips, her fingers still stroking over her clit to ride out her orgasm properly.
Harry sat up when she wanted to let him slid out of her, pulling her by her thighs tightly to him so she was still sitting on his cock. A surprised shriek left her at his movements, her eyes wide and her mouth parted.
He slapped her fingers away from her pussy, replacing them with his own and rubbing her bundle of nerves in hard circles. A high pitched moan left her, trying to squirm away from his fingers.
“Harry, fuck I-”
“I want you to come, right on my cock from only my fingers.”
She groaned disbelievingly, she felt his cock so deep inside of her, she just wanted to move and make him fuck up inside of her but he held her down on his dick, not letting her move the slightest bit.
His fingers were rubbing her clit so roughly but just the way she liked it and she came within seconds, still worked up from her last orgasms.
Her pussy clenched down on Harry’s cock, making him groan out but he kept still, only feeling her orgasm on him. He rubbed her through it, the way her pussy squeezed his cock making him moan right with her.
He removed his fingers from her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lying down with her on top of him, his dick still inside of her. He knew she would be sore the next day but it didn’t matter.
He bent his knees, planting his feet on the mattress. Her thighs were spread, her knees on either side of his hips. He gave her one experimental thrust, loving the way she moaned out loud at the pleasure.
He unwrapped his arms from around her, his hands grabbing onto her ass, spreading her cheeks apart before he fucked up into her. He held her down on his cock so she couldn’t move, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. She was screaming against his shoulder, his dick feeling so fucking good inside of her. Harry was moaning into her neck, this position absolutely wrecking him as well.
Y/N came so fast it was incredible, screaming and sobbing loudly against Harry, her nails leaving scratches on his arm. He slowed down a bit when she kept on crying out against his shoulder, now rolling his hips into her rather than thrusting with full force.
“S-Six.” she stammered out when she was able to think again.
“Such a good girl, baby. You still good?”
He pounded her pussy again, his thighs slapping against her ass hard. He slapped down on her ass with both hands at that was all she needed before she came again. She wasn’t able to count her seventh orgasm because it became her eighth right afterwards, growing into one mind blowing orgasm that made her shout out.
“Yes, baby.” Harry breathed out when her pussy got incredibly tight again.
He made her sit up then, letting him slip out of her.
“Hands and knees, love.”
It took her a bit longer than usual to position herself due to the shaking of her limbs but she managed to within a few moments.
He lined himself up behind her, sliding into her immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back to his chest. He spread her thighs a bit wider so he had more access before he began to fuck her again, her ass hitting his thighs loudly with every move.
She came again within seconds, her pussy now so sensitive that it only needed a few thrusts to explode. Harry moved one hand to her clit before she could finish completely, intensifying her orgasm with his hard circles against her nerves and making her groan out.
He fucked her right through it, not letting up on his pace and his rubbing.
Another orgasm rocked through her body, making her fall forwards. Harry let her, leaning over her and still rubbing her clit with his fingers.
He removed his hand from her, pressing her down on the bed completely and slamming into her so hard the whole bed moved and the headboard kept on hitting the wall with loud thuds.
He didn’t even feel her next orgasm, her pussy grew so tight around him that he wasn’t able to feel her clenching anymore. But she did come, he could hear it, her loud moans and shouts.
“Eleven.” she whimpered out.
She was completely fucked out, he knew she was but she had one more inside of her. Only one more.
Harry was right there, at the edge of his orgasm and he knew he only needed a few more seconds before he would come inside of her. Y/N was still lying on her stomach, her hands gripping onto the sheets.
“You gonna come with me, baby?”
She only moaned at that was all he needed before he began to pound away, paying attention to that one spot inside of her that would make her explode within seconds.
And she did come within a few short moments, coming harder than ever around him. Her juices came pouring out of her, drenching the sheets underneath them. Her scream was so loud it teared right through Harry, making him come deep inside of her and coating her walls with his hot release. He stilled inside of her, pushing as deep as he could go, his cock still releasing rope after rope of sticky white cum.
He was scared that she passed out for a moment but her moans and whimpers reassured him that she was still conscious. He pulled out of her finally, hearing her whimper at the loss. He looked down and saw her release mixed with his cum pouring out of her, onto the sheets.
He lied down beside her, his breathing harsh and ragged.
“You okay, my love?” he asked her softly, his hand stroking over her back.
She looked at him with half lidded eyes, her lips parted.
“How the fuck did you make me come twelve times?”
Her voice was wrecked, raspy from all the shouting she’d done.
Harry laughed out at her words, his shoulders shrugging.
“I’ve got no idea. But it was hot as fuck.”
She turned around finally, laying her head on his chest with a sigh.
“We are never ever going without sex again. Never.” she stated.
“Never.” he agreed.
“We need to change the sheets.” she whispered after a few moments, a bit of embarrassment audible in her voice.
“That we have to do, love. Never thought you could come like this. My dick really has to be amazing.”
She hit his chest playfully, scolding him with her eyes.
“Shut up, you wanker.”
“Oi! I’m very glad that I don’t have to wank anymore, thank you very much.”
“Oh god, Harry.”
PEDIDO: “Um do Harry em que eles tem 4 filhos e a s/n tá esperando o 5 e
eles decidem mudar de casa só que os filhos deles não querem e no final os
filhos deles consegue convencer eles a ficar na casa deles e só fazer uma
Ps: Espero que gostem. Achei que não ficou muito bom, Perdão! Se tiver algum erro ortográfico me perdoem. Beijão.
- Então – Harry disse colocando as mãos sobre a mesa. Estávamos todos
sentados na sala de jantar para poder resolver algumas coisas. – Eu e a mãe de vocês
estávamos conversando e decidimos que iremos mudar de casa. – Harry disse e as
crianças começaram a reclamar.
- Nem pensar. Eu não vou! – Alicia nossa filha mais velha de doze anos
esbravejou. Olhei para ela e a repreendi. A mesma continuou. – Eu não quero me mudar,
- Filha, não temos escolha. Vocês terão outro irmão e a casa está
ficando pequena. – Harry explicou. Alicia levantou-se da mesa e saiu em direção
ao seu quarto.
- Mãe, não quero mudar! – Elliot nosso filho de onze anos falou e suas
duas irmãs concordaram.
- Eu também não quero, mas precisamos! - Passei a mão em seus cabelos.
Harry e eu tínhamos quatro filhos. Alicia de doze anos, Elliot onze
anos, Zoe oito anos e Caitlin de cinco anos. Estávamos a espera de mais um bebê
e meu marido e eu resolvemos mudar de casa por conta do espaço e passamos a
procurar casas pelo bairro. Após nossa “conversa” com as crianças levantei-me
da mesa e fui até a cozinha.
- O que vamos fazer? – Harry indagou parando do meu lado com os braços
- Não sei! – Falei pegando a esponja e lavando os pratos. Harry pegou um
pano de prato e começou a secar as mesmas. – Acha melhor continuarmos aqui? –
- A casa tem três quartos, (S/n). A não ser que Elliot ficasse com
Alicia, mas ela não vai querer dividir quarto – Harry falou. Concordei.
- Se vocês reformarem o porão eu fico lá! – A voz de Alicia preencheu o
ambiente. Olhei para ela e a mesma caminhava até nós dois. – Não vou dividir
quarto com Elliot. Se vocês reformarem o porão eu fico lá. – Falou pegando uma
maçã – Seria muito ruim se nós nos mudássemos. Teriam que arrumar a mudança,
arrumar escolas novas, teríamos que nos adaptar com os novos vizinhos. Seria horrível.
Podemos dar um jeito! – Alicia manteve uma fala firme enquanto explicava, passando
certeza plena do que estava falando. Por um lado ela estava certa. Mas o porão
não é um local adequado para ter um quarto. Abri minha boca para negar quando
fui interrompida por Harry.
- Feito! – Meu marido falou rindo.
- O que? – Falei colocando o prato ensaboado novamente dentro da pia e
batendo a mão na camisola. – Harry não podemos! Alicia você tem asma! – Falei encarando-a.
- Amor, iremos reformar tudo lá em baixo! – Harry explicou.
- Acho isso errado. Não podemos colocar nossa filha no porão, Harry! –
Esbravejei. Não concordava com aquilo. Alicia tem constantes ataques de asma,
se ela ficar naquele porão ela vai piorar por causa da umidade e da poeira.
- Mãe! – Minha filha mais velha falou.
- Não, Alicia! – Falei firme. Harry encarou-me e pediu para que Alicia
voltasse para seu quarto.
- Alicia tem razão, (S/n). Até as crianças se adaptarem com a outra casa
vai demorar, elas podem acabar não se adaptando também. – Harry parou na minha frente.
– Iriamos gastar bastante também e vamos concordar que as coisas vão apertar
mais depois que o bebe nascer. – Disse tentando me convencer.
- Ela tem asma!
- Vamos reformar, (S/n). Deus, é tão difícil de entender?! – Falou rindo.
- Eu concordo com a
reforma! – Elliot gritou
- Eu também! – Zoe e Caitlin gritaram
Ri e Harry também. Acabei concordando. Na semana seguinte começaram a
reformar o porão. Acabamos por decidir que não seria só o porão que passaria
por reparos e sim a casa inteira. Três semanas depois a casa estava em perfeito
estado. Pedi para que abrissem uma janela e colocassem um ar-condicionado no
novo quarto de Alicia. O quarto antigo de nossa filha mais velha agora passou a
ser o quarto do pequeno Sam. As crianças ficaram felizes quando souberam que
não precisaríamos nos mudar, mas ao saber da reforma que a casa iria passar
exigiram muitas coisas. Como playground na
parte de trás de casa. Televisões nos quartos e móveis diferentes. Harry não
gostou muito da ideia mas acabou cedendo tudo a eles. Meses depois o pequeno
Sam nasceu e a casa passou a ficar quieta do que antes. As crianças não faziam
tanto barulho como antes e tentavam ajudar com os cuidados da casa. Acabei
ficando feliz por não ter mudado de casa. Tínhamos passado por vários momentos
bons naquela casa.