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  Waking up
Beside you I'm a loaded gun
I can't contain this anymore
I'm all yours, I got no control, no control
Powerless
And I don't care it's obvious
I just can't get enough of you
The pedal's down, my eyes are closed
No control  

                                      One Direction - No Control

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I could sit here and stare at her, forever. It seems like her beauty is everlasting. It never fades away. Rosy lips, soft skin, piercing eyes. It's odd how a person can make you see life from a different spectrum. I turn my head slighlty to the left while my hand is still tangled in her hair, her perfume has imprinted itself on my pillow. I feel her moving on my chest. I stare at her dreamy figure, trying to rise herself from the top of me. My arms snake around her waist and bring further up my chest. My lips meet the top of her head and I hear her hum in appreciation. "Good morning." I whisper.

She looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. "So, this wasn't a dream?" She questions, quite perplexed. I laugh at her expression and shake my head.

"If you mean, me, confessing my love to you on a rooftop in Dublin, at Liam's and Louis' wedding and then coming here and instead of doing something else, talk, then no, its wasn't a dream! Amazing, right?" I have a silly grin plastered on my lips. Her face seems to soften when she lightly smiles and lets her head fall on the top of my chest, as if she was exhausted.

"What an eventful night." She laughs. Suddenly her expression changes.

"What's wrong?" My concern is eating me alive. Did she regret last night?

"What will Louis and Liam, say? Did they notice us leaving? God, I feel so guilty for leaving them on their wedding reception without saying a word." I take a deep breath of relief. She didn't regret last night.

"Calm down, will you?" I kiss the place behind her ear. "It's not like they were on their own. They had a ton of guests if I remember correctly." I chuckle and sit up.

Her lips find mine as I pull her body next to me. "I love you." She says between kisses. I can't get enough of it, all this time I was waiting to hear these words and I can't get enough of them. I've been replaying her vulnerable and broken voice from that night, inside my head long enough. Now this phrase is no longer bejeweled with tears and a cracking voice. It's filled with laughs and sounds of lips intertwining.

Suddenly she is on top of me, straddling my waist and leaving wet kisses all over my neck and exposed chest. "I want you. I've waited long enough for this." She whispers in my ear, her lips touching the shell of my ear. I moan under her touch. My hips move to meet hers as my palms have a hold of her waist.

"I-Ione... I don't have a condom." She continues to grind on me, the friction making me, simply lose it. And as for the condom issue, it's true and I doubt she carries some around in her bag.

"I'm on the pill."

She bites my neck. I breathe out and enjoy the feeling until another thing pops in my mind.
"Have you... Have you gone to the doct--"

"Yes!" She flips her hair back. "You?"

"Yes." Her eyes shine, under the early morning light. She opens her mouth to speak but I don't let her as I pin her on the mattress, beneath me.

I O N E

I don't get to let the words out of my mouth when I feel Harry's hands, grabbing my wrists and pinning me under his built body. His palm slides from my hip down to my bum. He gently adds pressure to the place his hot skin touches mine. His body lowers until every inch of him is touching me. His hips on top of mine. I try to swallow my moan when I feel his boner, on my abdomen. I tilt my head up to meet his eyes. He looks at me with this beautiful glint in them.

"Ione..." He moans just before his mouth collides on my lips, his tongue finds its way between my teeth. The kiss is strong and sweet. It is screaming that this is not just s.ex, but something more. Something meaningful for both of us.

I let a moan slip between my lips,  I wrap my arms around Harry's neck. His hands snake around my waist. My hands tug his hair as our lips keep kissing, biting, licking and trying to suck each others flavour and sense.

Harry growls and I feel the sound traveling throughout my body.
He withdraws his lips and his fingers fiddle with the zip of my dress from last night. With some quick moves he opens the zip. I lift my body and he hurriedly let's it fall on the floor. I stay silent as I watch Harry undressing himself. My eyes follow the movement of his fingers, slowly unbuttoning his wrinkled shirt. His hands take a grip of it once it's off and throw it on the other side of the room.

Before I could lift my gaze again, I smile as I see his trousers looking tighter than they should. My mouth dries when I come face to face with his beautifully sculptured body. His trousers are hanging low, letting me see his inked stomach and intimidating 'V' line where two ferns decorate the skin near it. My eyes keep going up, glancing at his abs, his strong chest and wide shoulders, and all these, under his tanned, littered with tattoos, skin.

"F.uck, Ione!" I lift my eyes and see his, holding that fire I had never seen before. "If you keep looking at me like that, this will end sooner than we both want."

I can't say I don't like this. I love the power I have over him. "This is not allowed to happen." I smile smugly and unclasp my bra. I can feel the cool air hitting my chest. I throw the garment across the room. His eyes skim over my chest, legs, shoulders and then my face. I love seeing the need reflected in his eyes. The nerve between my legs starts to pound. His look becomes fierce and his hand touches the button of his trousers. I hear the zip going down, ever so slowly. I let my hair loose after I take the elastic band, off. 

Suddenly he's on top of me, without underwear, and his chest touching mine. I stay there looking at him with my breath stuck in my throat as I think what's going to happen next. I let out a shaky laugh before I feel him slipping himself off my abdomen.My breath gets faster, as Harry's movement causes me the ultimate pleasure. He lets a moan out, in my response before he crashes his lips on mine, once again. His kiss is slow and torturing. It gradually evolves into a more aggressive, more hungry. My fingers get a grip of his hair as his hands are roughly caressing my waist. Every cell in my body is waiting for his touch and when his thumb touches my n.ipple, my pelvis jolts and crushes onto his.

"Do you like this love?" His question is obviously rhetorical, the answer to it is also crystal clear. His lips delineat a trail of kisses from my chin to my neck and my hands slide from his hair to his shoulders. His lips find once again, a way to my n.ipple. They are just inches from the sensitive bud and they touch my breast with a careful and tender kiss. I swear, my breath is knocked out of my lungs. Then another kiss...and another.

"Harry..." I beg. 

He smiles at me and I feel his breath on my chest, then I feel the wet warmth of his mouth and his tongue wrapping around my n.ipple, sucking deeply. The lust, just like electric discharge stings me in between my legs. "Harry..."

He does the same thing to my other breast and I find myself, moving my hips rhythmically on his. "Ione." His hoarse voice reverberates on my skin and his hand glides down my hip, calming down my excitement. I moan in pleasure when I feel his hard member touching my two lips, nearing my centre, but out of the blue, he stops. 

"Harry!"

"What love?" 

"If you don't move I'll change my mind." I warn him, as I see a smirk forming on his lips. 

"That's not happening!" He  forcefully buries himself inside me, I leave a yelp.My body is stiff, I struggle to get used to having him whole, inside me. 

"Are you okay?" He asks concerned. I nod and let a breath out, relaxing my body, letting it, entirely hug him. 

His arms wrap around my waist and hold me closer to him. I feel his hot breath on my shoulder. He carefully gets deeper. His lips are shut tight just like his eyes, he looks as if he's in pain. "Jesus, Ione! You feel so good." My nails dig in his back, His lips let a moan drop. I move my hips, urging him to move. I feel again the pleasure, seeping in my skin and intoxicating my mind, I feel him, filling me up  and the desperate need to come. 

"Ione..." He tilts his head and kisses me smoothly, when he lifts it up, I see his lips being open and his eyes shut, trying to savour the euphoric feeling. He goes deeper in me. His arms, slip from my waist. His fingers get tangled with mine, above my head. He's holding me like that and he's moving slow, looking deep into my eyes, he's driving me straight to climax and then he goes slower, making me arch my back in desperation.

"Harder." I mumble. 

"I wanna hear you asking me, Ione." His lips whisper, touching the shell of my ear. 

"Harder, Harry. Make love to me." I moan. "But do it harder." I lift my hips and I feel him roughly thrusting in me. I let a yelp and my whole body arches. Harry is moaning in my mouth, letting me breathe in the erotic sounds while he is making the head of the bed, bang, from the forceful thrusts. Our bodies are perfectly synchronized into reaching the upcoming orgasm. His hands grasp my hips, lifting them higher, burying himself even deeper into me.

His hand finds its way down to my clitoris, while his thumb is making circles, driving me insane. "I'm coming." I almost scream. His fingers and the endless thrusts bringing me closer and closer to my release.

"Come for me, Ione." He moans in my ear, when I feel my walls tightening around him.  His eyes are focused on me as I come. Then, I feel him dipping his head in the crook of my neck and his body juddering. I hear his deep moan as he releases his orgasm inside me, letting me absorb the feeling. He softens inside me. I feel his body hot and sticky, his hips rest on top of mine. We both smell like sweat and sex, but that's the last thing I care about. What just happened was mind-blowing, it was by far the best sex I've ever had. 

"Ione..." I hear his voice, deep and tired and a million thoughts go through my head, did he feel as good as I did? Was it equally intense to him? It looked like it. 

"...I love you." He finishes his sentence and I feel like my insides have melted just from the way he's looking at me. He leans down and leaves a sloppy an wet kiss on my mouth. I giggle while my palm cups his cheek. 

"I love you too." He lies next to me and starts to play with my fingers. I look at him, looking way to concentrated into examining my hand. "By the way..." I start, and that gets his attention. His glistering eyes look curiously at me. "...That was the best sex I've ever had." A smug look falls on his face and I smile at his reaction. 

"Well...what can I say? I'm an excellent lover." I slap his shoulder but I don't get to say anything, as he tackles me beneath him, once again. 

"You're an idiot." I laugh. He leans down and kisses my nose. 

"Thank you very much." 

We stay like that for a minute or two, just observing each other. Learning the new marks, time has left on both of us. "You're glowing." He comments. I feel my cheeks burning up. 

"You make me glow. I'm happy. That's all." 

"Am I one of the reasons you're happy?"

"You're the only reason." 

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YYAAAAY SMUT ahahahahaha. okay i hope it was good bc it took forever to write.

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