#2 - Im Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)

#2 - I’m Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)

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Word Count : 2,194

Harry Styles One Shot (SMUT) : Summary - Words hurt and Harry has to make up for it.

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“Could you pack all my orders, please?” I asked the bakery owner. He nodded and started wrapping it himself. I was planning to go see Harry at the studio. Might as well just carry some food along for the boys!

The worker loaded the food in my the backseat of my car while I wondered if I should surprise him or call him and then, show up. Surprises are good, right? Surprises with food are perfect!

I walked into the studio with all the bags. Everyone knew me here so, I had a lot of people to meet before, I could go into the studio. I had been ignoring these ones for far too long. I owned studios all throughout the town here as a side business with one of my friends. And, it just happened to be the best, too.

“Hey Y/N!” Niall called out from one corner of the entire floor. He ran up to me and took half my packets. “I love you! I was so hungry!” He laughed.

“There’s a lot of food in there,” I laughed and walked with him to the studio.

“Y/N got food!” Niall announced as we entered the room. I saw Harry’s face shoot up as, everyone else cheered.

“Oh good!” Julian laughed and, took the packets from my hand. “I need some help with the panel here, too. What are we suppose to do with the shift? This is a bit too advanced for my liking. I laughed and showed the feature to him. Harry was right beside me with a frown on his face. “Thanks a lot! This makes it so much easier!”

“Can I talk to you?” Harry whispered pulling me down. I nodded and he pulled me out of the studio. I didn’t like the way he pulled my elbow out. I was not a kid. We were standing in the balcony when, he shut all the doors and stood in front of me. “What are you doing here?”

“Got you food?” I frowned.

“Couldn’t you call?” His tone was flat.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, I just wanted to see you…”

“Oh, Bullshit Y/N! Stop interfering with my work.”

“Har-that’s not what I was trying…”

He cut me again, “Really! I get it you’re a songwriter, etc but, I don’t want you involved with my work here. Didn’t we clear that out?” He raised his voice a bit. His eyes stared into my face which now held a disgusted look. I just wanted to see him. Just surprise him, I was going to leave after I gave the food and hugged him, maybe. That was not going to happen. “But, you have to show up and show off cause Y/N is the best!”

I flinched. His voice had so much hatred in it. I couldn’t help my tears to fall down and I looked in every direction apart from his face.

“HARRY! COME IN!” Niall shouted. Harry gave me one last look and walked inside. I couldn’t stand straight as I hit the wall, trying to find balance. I couldn’t believe he thought of me like that. I was involved with just one song and never came back again. I was here to just see…I had to leave. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the balcony from the other gate, avoiding the studio.

I couldn’t get his face out of my head. The one I loved hated me and I didn’t know exactly why. Martha, our housekeeper was preparing dinner when I walked in. “I won’t eat Martha, could you just prepare it for Harry? And, I’m going to sleep so, tell him if he asks…” I quickly hugged her and ran up the stairs, keeping my voice straight and not showing her my face.

It was 11pm when, I heard Harry enter. I heard him ask about me and Martha did as told. I heard him enter the room. I didn’t make a sound; I lay quiet, eyes closed, bundled up on my side, away from him. I have no idea what I was expecting now. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked. I didn’t reply and he huffed and walked out. I couldn’t help crying myself to sleep.

I woke up early while Martha was preparing breakfast. I realised, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just couldn’t. What he said was hurtful and degrading when I did absolutely nothing. I got ready as fast as I could but, unfortunately found him out of the bed. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. “Martha, could you please pack my breakfast, I have to leave in 5.”

“What? Bullshit. Have breakfast with me…” Harry said, looking up from his phone.

“I have a meeting.”

“You’re the boss.” He smirked. Did he forget what he said yesterday?

“Thank you, Martha,” I took the packet from her and walked towards the door.

“Hey baby…” Harry ran up to me. I took my car keys and walked out of the door before he could catch me. “Y/N? Y/N!” I heard him shout but, I was already in my car.

I came back home to loud music playing in the lobby. I walked in to see a couple of his mates there. I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb him so, I walked up the stairs and prepared for a hot bath.

“Hey, why didn’t you come in and meet everyone,” Harry walked in the bathroom as I got inside the hot tub. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to get myself in a comfortable position. “You left without a kiss in the morning, either…” He bent down to kiss my lips but, I pulled back drowning myself in the tub. “Not nice. I want to talk to you.”

“We talked enough, yesterday.”

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He sighed. He tried touching my hair but, I shifted myself away from him.

“Go back to your friends, wouldn’t want me to come and show off or anything.”

“Y/N.”

“Go.” I replied, drowning myself again.

I trudged to the kitchen, not wanting myself to be seen by anyone. I got a couple of things to eat from the fridge when, I heard people leaving. I carried all my food upstairs and sat down near the window.

Harry came up after a while. He gave me a look and sighed and changed his clothes. Sitting down beside me, only in his boxers, his hair tied up in a bun, he pulled me close. I tried not to budge but, he pulled me with a little too much strength. I sat between his legs continuing to eat the pasta from last night. “I’m sorry…” He said, after some time. He kissed my shoulders lightly and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “I was mad because we spent the day getting hardly any work done, talking about you.” He kept his head on my shoulders. “I know, it was wrong but, I was quite annoyed and when we actually started working, you showed up.”

“How is that my fault?” I replied, trying hard not to cry. “I wanted to come see you. I was going to leave in five.”

“Yeah, I know, I was just mad at myself and everyone, I wanted to get the song finished before I lost inspiration.”

“You’re extremely selfish, you know,” I said, getting up from his lap. “Your inspiration, your song, your distraction…it was my mistake to even think you’d be happy to see me.”

I walked inside the closet and pulled a duffle bag out. Harry followed me in, “Love, it’s not like that- what are you doing?” I continued packing a few clothes. “Alright, stop it. I’m sorry okay!” Harry pushed the duffle bag away and pulled me towards his chest.

“Let me go!” I tried pushing away.

“Y/N!” Harry pulled me over his shoulder and walked out of the closet. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top, nuzzling his head between by shoulder and neck. His entire weight was on me, making it impossible for me to move.

“Let me go! There was so much hatred, disgust in your voice for me. This is not love. Let me go!” I cried.

“Please. Please stop moving,” He cried. “Don’t let my stupidity tear us apart. I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you, please don’t go.”

I gave up, tired as he held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me arch my back and be forced to hug him. “Let me make your anger run away,” he pouted his tear falling on my cheek.

I didn’t quite realise what happened next. One moment his lips touched mine and, the next I was pulling him into a full snogging session with each other. He pulled all my clothes away, as I tried pulling his bun, to make his hair fall out. He went down to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and then, marking me as his. I pushed him on his back and climbed onto him, marking him the same way, he did to me. I could count the places burning on my skin. “You’re mine?” he asked and, I pulled him into kiss as assurance.

“I’m yours?” He then, asked. His eyes wide, sincerely asking me to forgive him. I nodded and pulled his shirt off. Kissing all over his stomach, and then, pulling his pants down.

“No, no…It’s my mistake, I should do the work,” He giggled, his purest one and quickly pulled me under him, before I could protest. He pulled down my pants with my underwear hurriedly, and buried his mouth between my legs.

“Oh my god!” I moaned.

“Oh my Harry, please!” He laughed. I could feel him laugh against my pussy. He licked over my clit, pushing one finger in and holding my hand with his. I gasped and pulled at his hair, feeling him moaning at the feeling and continuing to eat me out.

“You taste so sweet!” he hummed as he added fingers and increased their pace in moving in and out of me. I was so close. I told him, I was so close and I continuously moaned his name over and over again. “Hmm,” He hummed again, moving his tongue back to my dripping pussy, “Don’t come…wait…”

“Oh Harry,” I arched my back, trying to pull his face to kiss me. He did, I could taste myself on his tongue. He climbed over me and I saw his hard cock, against my pussy lips. I placed his hair behind his ear and he pushed into me, filling me up with himself and making me arch my back into his chest. He started to buck his hips into mine, taking it extremely slow, getting me used to his size.

“I don’t fuck you enough, you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned into my neck. He increased his speed which caused me to dig my nails into his back, almost screaming. He moaned in pain, because I was holding him too tight, not willing to let go. He began to thrust in harder, making me shift up the bed slowly and clawing his back harder. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated again as he went fast, making it up to me now. I loved this man, I loved this man making love to me, and I loved this man fighting with me. I loved him through everything.

“Y/N!” He moaned as he picked up my leg and kept it over his shoulder going in deeper and hitting that spot.

“Oh my…Harry! Harry!” I screamed, not being able to control it anymore. The only man who could make my screams so loud. He kept filling me, as I tried keeping up with his thrusts.

“Look at me!” He shouted as I tried closing my eyes in ecstasy. I stared into his eyes, which were now looking at me in adoration and lust. Hr drilled into my pussy faster, holding my waist in his eyes, stopping any movement from my side. “Tell me you love me baby,” He looked so beautiful, sweaty as his hair stuck to his face. “Tell me!” He groaned into my neck.

“I love you baby, so so much!” I said against his lips.

“My baby’s going to come? I can feel you squeezing baby…” He kissed and licked over my nipples, pulling me closer. “Go on love, come over my dick! Do you like how I feel inside you? It’s me forever, honey!”

“Harry, I’m so close!” I clawed his back as he sat me up in his lap, making me bounce on his dick. I kept kissing his neck, marking him further until I collapsed on his chest. He held my hips and as he came deep inside of me, kissing my forehead again and again.

“I love you so much, you know” He laid me on the bed and cuddled into my chest.

“Love you…” I hummed. “Shower?”

“I’d like to take you in the tub again,” He kissed my lips giggling so, that I couldn’t disapprove.

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Walking In The Dark - H.S. (New*)

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My classes ended early today. Mr. Tally just took our attendance and walked out. It was quite strange. Even though it ended early, I didn’t go home as planned. I followed him into the jungle. He looked so determined when he got out of his classroom today. Hugging his friends, he grabbed his backpack and walked outside. I couldn’t stop myself and, I followed him. It was almost stalking. Almost? No, It was stalking now. You couldn’t follow him out. Scar! I shut the voice out and continued walking. It wasn’t safe inside the jungle. I had to be careful but, at that time, I could not see anyone or notice anything but, him. He wore a dirty brown jacket with his black jeans. I wondered how many did he own? His hair was tied in a bun and he walked swiftly into the jungle. We We were in quite deep now. I don’t think I knew my way back from here.\

 I followed his footsteps, keeping quiet. He couldn’t see me. I couldn’t let him. What would he think? Sucking my breath in, I kept hiding behind a tree until, the climb came. I wasn’t exactly athletic and with my great huffing abilities which came with anything done physically, he would catch me in an instant. So, I hid behind the bush, keeping low and I watched him climb. He disappeared in minutes not once looking back.

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#9 Not Interested (Harry Styles)

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I couldn’t stop staring. I just couldn’t. The way her hips swayed to the movement of the drums in the song, the way she moved her hands all over the body dancing to the music, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore a little skirt just covering her butts, I am sure half the guys were just waiting for her to bend. She wore a lacy top covering just her boobs, teasing now and then and she jumped to the beats. Her hair falling to her shoulders were thick, good enough to grab and pull while I fucked her. Oh yes, I would have some fun fucking her. I could tell that she would just fit in my hands and prove to be a great time tonight. She didn’t look like someone who would disappoint.

“Thinking about fucking that one, aren’t you?” Michael laughed behind me. We were standing at the bar with a couple of more guys, just enjoying a night out and looking for some fun. It gets boring just messing around in the campus at times. You need to spread your legs and enjoy sometimes.

I laughed and finished my drink walking towards this beauty. I had to go around the corner to reach her, stepping down the platform when a hand grabbed my arm.

“You…you don’t want to go there…” A voice spoke. I turned around to see a girl holding my arm. She let go quickly when my eyes met her. “It won’t work out, I mean…”

“Why don’t I go and check it out?” I smirked and turned around. Who the hell was she?

“It won’t!” She said again, confidently. I turned around and titled my head. She was quite plain compared to her. Was dressed in slacks and a half shoulder top. Looked more like she needed to go shopping than, come to a club, to be honest.

“How are you so sure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She kept her glass down and placed her flick behind her ear. I folded my arms and stared right in her eyes, which I had to say were kinda pretty. She had hope but, she dressed like an old woman.

“Well, first - she has a boyfriend, he’s in the army…” She said.

“Oh please.”

“Been with him for about two years now…”

“So, you’re telling me that this beauty…” I pointed at her, drooling a bit. “Who is dressed that sexily is taken. That kind wants to be fucked…hard.” I bent down to her face.

“Well…this one won’t work according to your moves…” She shrugged her shoulders. “By the way, she’s my roommate, I’d know. She’s actually kinda engaged too, look at her finger,” she turned around and sipped her drink.

I looked back to that girl and the ring I hadn’t noticed was actually there. Fucking hell! I actually, wanted this one! I sat down beside the girl and just shook my head. “You kinda ruined my evening.”

“I apologise.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Oh no, I am not one of those girls…”

“Trust me, I am not interested in you. Not at all,” I made it clear.

“Well then” she turned red and looked a it flustered. Oops. I just smiled. “Why waste your time? Nice to meet you Mr. Styles,” she picked up her drink and walked away. I giggled and walked towards my friends. I could see her talking to the beauty I was after and then, saw them exit the club. What a bummer.

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“Can you pack these two for me, please?” I was standing in the bookstore when, I heard a familiar voice. I bent backwards and saw her. The bar girl well, the bummer girl, really. She was dressed in a summer dress, eyes covered my frames and her long hair in a ponytail. Okay, I had to admit, she was kinda sexy too. The dress made her look cute and apart from having an amazing pair of boobs, she had amazing legs too. Snap out, Harry! Not her.

She pushed her frames back biting her lips as she paid for the books, “Thank you!” She smiled. What was so exciting about a pair of books?

“Hello!” I said, when she crossed me. She yelped and fell down. “I’m sorry!” I laughed and offered her my hand. She didn’t take it.

“Is there something wrong with you?” She huffed, straightening her dress.

“Do you remember me?” I asked.

“The entire campus knows you, Mr. Styles.”

She walked out of the book store and, I followed her out. “Harry is just fine!”

“Okay.”

“So, your roommate is still taken?” I asked, just teasing her.

“I am not her assistant, why don’t you ask her?”

“Well, I was going to but, someone stopped me so…”

“It was my mistake, I am sorry. I saw something…” She shut her eyes and huffed, “Why don’t you try your luck now, it’s never too late for a fuck right?”

“I don’t go after taken girls. Not fun.” I winked.

“Congratulations. You have morals.” She said, praising sarcastically.

“What’s your name?” I smiled.

“Why bother?”

“It’s just a name!” I frowned.

“Exactly, why don’t you go after someone who interests you?” She walked inside the library.

“Took that to your heart, didn’t you? I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted a one night stand and you weren’t exactly…”

“Okay, got it now, go away…”

“British literature! You know, I am British,”

“What do you want?“she asked, annoyed.

“Nothing, you just interest me,” I smiled. I am sure this girl liked me. I had a feeling.

“Really…” She came close to me. I took a step back, my back against the book shelve. She came close to my lips and picked up her hand, bringing it close to my hair but, then picked up a book behind me, “Sad, cause I am not interested. Not at all,” she smirked and walked away. “Bye, Mr. Styles.”

I leaned back on the bookshelves, smirking and shaking my head. —

#5 Love Differences (Harry Styles)

So, someone asked for a jealous Harry and another for tub smut. Therefore, I combined the two as both of them were from lovely anonymous people. 

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Warning - Mature (Smut) 

Word Count - 2,040

Harry Styles Imagine - Partners in love have a lot of differences. Can these to still keep loving, instead?

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“Therefore, if we have to argue that this play talks about women empowerment, it will be putting it out of context from the time, the playwright had written it.” I finished my argument in class and heard all my classmates as well as, the professor clap. You need to understand that this never happens. We hardly clap in class for anyone. Hence, I was confused.

“It was good Arabella, very good,” My professor platted my back, unusual, and congratulated me. I sat down on my seat, looking skeptically at everyone. Why did they clap?

“You’ve to let me cheat in class. Or, at least check my assignment so, I get marks somewhere!” My best friend said, purposely bumping into me as we walked out of the class.

“It doesn’t work like that…”I laughed, as we crossed the cafeteria. “Can we get a cold coffee, please?” I pulled her in. Mostly, it was an excuse to see him.

“Hey look, your boyfriend!” Alison chimed locating him. “Why does he have Kylie on his lap?” I quickly turned my head to see the blonde haired, amazing boobs tennis player, sitting on his lap. Okay, boobs – I got but, tennis – I can’t play tennis! I can run, that’s it for me in sports. I guess, this is the reason he rather be seen with her than me, in college.

We were together. Yes. Everyone knew, it wasn’t some big secret or I, some class defect. This is college. But, I wasn’t so famous with his classy friends. Also, I had an IQ more than all of them. Wait, I’m just saying that to make myself feel better. Truth is, our wavelengths don’t match, his friends and mine. Plus, they look at me weird and, I don’t like being the awkward candy in the box. I was upset cause, they didn’t really give me a chance either. And now, he has her on his lap. How is this not intentional! If you know a guy is taken in the group, you maintain distance, not go and sit on him. I’d maintain my distance. But, it’s not like the guy is caring much either.

“Let’s go, I don’t want my drink,” I said, pulling Alison out.

“You won’t talk to him?” I just shook my head. “Darling, don’t do this to yourself. If you don’t see yourself together just walk out, it really isn’t worth it.”

I should believe Alison, she knows best. He was really nice though, all the time. There were just a few factors which made it difficult. Different friend circles – him being a little too sexy – him being a little too nice. He was too nice at times. Even when he’ll find it wrong, he’ll just awkwardly deal with it and let it go. Because that’s Harry, he won’t initiate a fight with anyone. The sad part is, it didn’t always work for the good.

I nodded and we walked to the next class. I didn’t sit with Harry, I’ll usually wait for him and reserve an empty seat but, I just sad with Alison today. His group walked in before time and I didn’t look up - Busily typing away on my laptop.

“Hey baby,” He kissed my forehead. “Come sit with me?” he said, pulling my laptop. I looked up at him and then, to Alison. She nodded, and I just sighed. I picked up my stuff and sat on the chair next to him. I continued typing on my laptop, finishing a few notes. “How was your presentation?”

“Alright.”

“Did you see me at the cafeteria? She was just joking around, Kylie? She wanted to show something she learnt in this new class and needed a lap…”

“And, yours was the only one available, sure. The professor’s here…” I just said dismissing him.

“No, it’s not like that. Don’t assume…” He frowned.

“Hmm, okay. Please now…” I said, typing whatever the professor was going on about in class.

He huffed and, did the same. I wrapped up my things as quick as possible and gave him a kiss before I ran out, Alison beside me. There was no use in fighting with him. He did everything but never, purposely.

We met our friends all scattered on the ground, like little kids looking at the clouds. These people were the craziest.

“That one looks like your face!” Jason laughed, poking Adam on his side.

“Everything shitty looks like my face to you so why bother? You clearly don’t appreciate good art,” Adam replied, sketching on his canvas.

“Hey Bels…why the sad face?” Ben asked.

“I didn’t notice I had one,” I sat down beside Adam and leaned on him free arm. He loved when someone did this.

“Did I show you my new trick I learnt, yesterday?” Adam asked, quite excited. He was learning salsa and, I was the only dancer available here to practice with so, he kinda just picked me up and showed off his new skills to our friends.  

“No,” He stood up and then, put his hands forward urging me to get up.

“Guys pay attention! This is wicked!” He said, places my back to his front. “Keep your body fluid…” He then, wrapped his arm against my waist pushing my hips into his as picked up my bent leg and stretched it across his waist and then, tilting our bodies down a little.

“Woah! That’s fucking hot dude!” Ben called out.

It was pretty sexy. His body was attached to mine while our lips so close and eyes staring into each others…it was quite hot. My eyes glanced forward to see my boyfriend stuck in his tracks with his friends around him. He looked shocked, his eyes said so but, his face was flat.

Adam let me go, bringing our bodies to a neutral while, I kept one hand on his chest and told him how good it was biting my lip. He laughed and sat down, kicking Jason down as he stood up wanting to try the same with Adam. I gave Harry another glance and then, sat down beside Adam.

“Oh fuck!” I got up a while later. “I’ve to rush home! Have guests coming over!”

“Guests?” Alison asked.

“Harry’s friends…”

“Are you really moving in with him?” Ben asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. Harry wanted me to be there tonight and I knew he needed help. He wasn’t throwing a party but, this was more like a get together with his group of friends. I was getting quite nervous about this.

I waved a bye and then, ran to the bus station. I was home earlier than him because, he wasn’t here yet. I got in using the spare key he had given me and started cleaning and putting things in place.

“Arabella?” I heard Harry call, as he walked in the sitting area of his apartment. “I got food, you cleared everything?” I nodded and took half the packets and walked inside the kitchen.

“When are they going to come?” I asked.

“Not before nine…” Harry stood at the entrance with two fingers holding his lip.

“Alright.” With the food in and drinks chilled, everything was ready. “I’ll change into the dress in an hour…” I muttered to myself as I felt Harry walk up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer. He rested his chin on my shoulders, as I continued clearing the kitchen.

“I saw you today…”

“Hmm…”

“With Adam…it was quite sexy…”

“Yeah? I’ll tell Adam that…” I smirked.

“He was holding you too close. Does he need to do that?” I could feel him frown.

“He wanted to show off this new lift he learnt and, as you know…” I said, turning around and playing with his hair.

“And, you were the only person available?”

“I am quite flexible…” I nodded.

“Who knows that better than me.” Harry said, now kissing my jaw and moving to my neck.

“Adam.” I said, like a matter of fact.

“Quite a smart mouth, aren’t you?” Harry picked me up over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom while I giggled and screamed playfully.

He pushed me up on his bed as he took his shirt off. “You’re only mine to feel and touch like that.”

“Hmm…” I hummed. “Your friends don’t know you’re mine to feel and touch like that though…” I bit my lip as, I pulled down his boxers and, he got rid of my panties.

“Maybe we should let them know…” He smirked, as he hovered over me but, I quickly shifted up and ran to the washroom. “My girlfriend is a big tease.”

“I don’t want to have sex hair!” I yelped as he picked me up and put me down on the tab.

He bent down and placed kisses between my legs. My back arched as I pushed my hips closer to his face. He clutched my butt in his hands as his tongue licked over my clit. “You’re too addicted to me baby, you can never leave,” He smirked and he went down on me. He was so good at this. I had been quite apprehensive in having a face down here but, he got me so addicted to it. He pushed his long fingers in as his tongue continued to play with my clit. “You’re dripping baby!” He giggled. He kissed up my stomach to my boobs, playing with my nipples as I held his dick in my hand and massaged him, just the way he liked it.

“You should be punished.”

“Why!” I cried.

“For teasing me! I saw that look baby, I know you so well!” He marked my chest, and slowly pushed himself inside me as I yelped and pulled him close. He began thrusting slowly and then, increased his speed.

“Faster…Faster baby…” I encouraged as we saw the mirror shake because of his thrusts. He picked me up, with him still inside of me and bent to his knees, placing me on the edge of the tub and continued his speed. This man could fuck me so well. Another reason why I couldn’t get away from him. My back arched into the tub, with half my body inside, my hands clutching the edges as he went harder and faster, screaming my name over and over again.

“I’m close…” I whimpered.

“Me too, come on baby, make me come!” He said, as he thrust harder making me shake and causing bottles to fall everywhere. He pulled me up and I sat in his lap, bouncing on his dick, “who do you like on your lap more, baby?” I kissed his jaw as I continued bouncing as he clutched my ass, causing bruises to show up by tomorrow, I’m sure.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“You baby, always you! I love you so much!” He said cuddling into my neck as we both came with his confession. He placed kisses all over my neck and then, my lips. “I trouble you a lot, don’t I?”

“Not as much,” I kissed him again.

“I’m really serious about you…” He said, as I held his face in my palms. He was still inside me but, I could feel his come slip through. “I really really am…and I don’t care about anything else. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said, hugging him. “So much.”

And then, the bell rang. “OPEN UP!” We heard his friends yell from outside! I turned red and he quickly picked me up causing me to whimper as he slipped out. He quickly wore his pants and t-shirt and fixed his hair, looking all proper.

“I’ll take 10 minutes…” I said, walking out naked into his room and collecting my clothes.

“I made quite a mess…” He pushed one finger inside me as I bent down to collect my bra. He licked his finger and smirked, walking towards the door.

“Come here!” I called out and he quickly walked up to me.

I messed up his hair spoiling his effort to look altogether. He frowned, “what? They should know I keep you entertained!” I giggled and slapped his ass, as he walked out the door laughing.

How is this party going to go…

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