LOUIS
// don't you let out that antidote //

"Fuck," I whine, grinding on his growing boner. A low groan is the next thing I hear before he flips me so I'm below him. He presses his lips on mine again, hands roaming where they please and his manhood poking at my stomach.

"Pretty..." he whines, "so fucking pretty."

He rips my shirt off, marking the spot under my chin as I tug at his own shirt. My breath is coming out in deep husky gasps as he bites at my neck in numerous places, bruises most likely left in the place of his lips.

Harry grinds into me unexpectedly and I gasp, clutching his hair and but trying my face in his neck.

"Take your pants off," I gasp, "let me blow you."

I swear his mouth waters as he gets up, stripping off his joggers and palming himself in his boxers. I do the same, but take off my boxers with my jeans. His current appearance is making me harder by the second. His eyes darken as he drops on his knees, his dick sticking up right in my face.

Shit. It's big.

"Whenever you're ready," he breathes out, reaching out to touch himself. I move his hand away softly, keeping my eyes trained on his length.

"God..." the word comes out inaudible due to Harry's whimper when I lick the precum pooling from the slit. It honestly looks more appetizing than I expected.

I inch towards him slowly, wrapping my clenched fist around him, pumping with a smooth pattern.

"Why haven't you stripped for me yet?"

"You want me to?" I ask, moving my mouth closer to him, "Right now?"

"I want to see you naked and hard sucking my dick," Harry answers me, and I nod, taking my hand off him, taking off my shirt and unbuckling my jeans before sucking on him again, putting my all into making him feel good.

His moans are deep and increase until he pulls me off of him a few minutes later, obviously wanting to get on with it. Harry pushes me down and slots himself between my naked legs, my hole right in front of him for his pleasure. I lick my lips as he stares down at me, his fingers ghosting over right where I need him to touch me.

"Harry..." I say, "I..."

"You're so pretty," he suddenly whispers, "I want to dress you up and fuck up until you can't sit down."

"Oh," I whine, touching myself, "I would love that."

"Yeah, yeah you would, wouldn't you?"

I nod and gulp when he pulls away.

"You badass enough to go without prep babe?"

Badass enough to go without prep? I ponder on it, realizing that it'll probably fucking hurt like hell, but it's Harry. With that thought at hand, I nod and prop myself on my feet.

"Fuck me please." I nod and he smiles, picking up his jeans, reaching into the pocket, and taking out line.

"You have lube in your jeans' pocket?" I ask and he chuckles.

"Yeah, you don't?"

I roll my eyes as I wait for him (patiently, to my surprise) to lube himself up. My teeth have been attached to my lip for the longest time and I'm starting to taste the blood in my mouth.

"Be ready," he says, winking as he lets go of himself and pushes in.

He's right; it hurts like hell. It feels like my asshole is being ripped apart by Satan's fiery hands and I can feel myself bursting into tears as he pushes the head in.

"You good?" he asks, breathing in and out harshly as I nod. Once he's completely in and I feel myself being completely full I sigh in relief letting myself adjust. He kindly gives me that time, letting me ease into the feeling.

"Ready," I whimper, "move."

He pulls out slowly before slamming himself back in, stretching me out. A moan escapes my lips and I sigh right after, pushing back on him.

"Greedy much?"

"I've wanted this for ages," I whine, "I've wanted you for ages."

"Yeah, well I'll promise you'll have me or more."

He then starts thrusting in an even pattern, pounding me hard enough to shove my face into the couch with every downward push. I swear he's so good he almost has me pulling over to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu--"

I find myself climaxing before I can even warn him, jizzing all over him and myself. He comes in my hole, relieving himself of his sexual frustration as his hair hangs over the two of our sweaty bodies. Harry laughs out loud as soon as we're relaxed, kissing my forehead.

"You're perfect. Want to smoke with me?"

disclaimer: i am completely against having anal without prep when you're a virgin. 100% against it. whether it's harry or a boyfriend of like a gazillion years. i refuse.

and that smut sucked; i'm sorry, i'm just not in the /mood/ to write it