Poor Louis, just wants to take a picture of his new shoes and ends up snapping the Dunkirk poster in the background. How is this boy always so unlucky? He’s just out here trying to live his life, and somehow, SOMEHOW it always comes back to his Mortal Enemy Harry Styles. Fate is unkind to our child.
“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.
Love or lust, a mystery to all; and a broken meaning to one.
Note: Inspo from my best friend’s experience! *cries* I’m a horrible person lmao | Words ➳ 8.8k
Genre & Warnings:Angst &a sprinkle of fluff. Smut.
Like an ocean’s wave rolling onto the sand as they both intermingled before the water came crashing back to it’s home, is something that heavily contradicted within your life.
Broken words, fruitless promises and a devotional mirage painted with deception behind a thin foggy layer was something you didn’t even bother to acknowledge; only believing in the words he muttered to you while he kept you in his arms, only thinking positively and never even giving a second thought on how cruel the world could actually be when it had your feelings on the palm of it’s hand.
And here you were, dropping your bag on the floor of your apartment while releasing a sigh of relief, only ever wanting to sink into the confines of your bed with your lovely boyfriend by your side. It was past midnight, and you could only yawn as you walked down the hallway of your home, soon hearing persistent soft tapping against the walls from inside your bedroom. Frowning, you began to walk faster down the hallway, wondering why your roommate had the audacity to bring someone into your room to fuck on your bed..or whatever they were doing.
Once you reached the bedroom door, you had imagined ripping the door knob off and blasting it open, only for your hand to hover over it. Your heart sank, the voices muffled behind the other side of the door surely not sounding like your roommate at all; and you could only imagine what could be on the other side. But it was impossible, right? It had to be someone else, you wanted it to be someone else but the worry began to overwhelm you and before you knew it, the anticipation crawling throughout your skin turned the doorknob before you softly pushed the door open.
Peeking inside, you could only see the alabaster glow from the moon seep through the sheer curtains, illuminating the shimmery bodies intermingling with one another. Legs spread open before him, his head stretched all the way back while laying against the headboard with shut eyes as his mouth was opened, breathy moans swimming past his lips. He held onto her waist tightly as she bounced on his lap, her breasts ricocheting within the air as one of his hands quickly reached for one before he would smother it in his hands as if it were silly putty.
She was vocal, that was a fact that was implicated into the air and your bed was moving slightly from the conspicuous licentious commotion happening upon it’s fluffy tousled blankets and tangled sheets. Breath caught in your throat, you felt tears beginning to overcloud your vision but you willed them away; quickly reaching for the light switch before you were all blinded by the luminous glare.
It had been a month since Kara had last had a full day off. It hadn’t been as stressful as the month before, thanks to the copious amounts of sun she’d soaked up at the beach she’d taken Lena to. Honestly, even if Kara felt physically capable, she was still mentally exhausted.
this is inspired by
Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all
the clothes I mention go check out the video!
Word Count: 2250
Rating: R (Smut)
I hope you guys enjoy!
It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense,
because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet
you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.
“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you
to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day.
“I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You
blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for
valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was
so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.
“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation,
grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your
lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.
“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all
day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.
“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you
whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips
along the way.
“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I
would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.
“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his
now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his
eyes before they settled to look at you again.
“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t
want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed
right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would
be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him
all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.
“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If
you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his
eyes narrowed again, suspicious.
“What’re you up to?”
“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced
over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked
back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent
smile and gave him a wave.
You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had
started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back
into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d
be looking at his phone occasionally.